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📋 the study of prosody | ft. yoon jeonghan

PREVIEW. pros·​o·​dy. noun. the patterns of stress and intonation in a language. an example of its use would be the study of the following phrases: i.) if you want me, ii.) if you want me, iii.) if you want me.

FEATURING. stargazer!yoon jeonghan x linguist!reader GENRE(S). yearning, fluff, friends to lovers, suggestive (minors beware.) LENGTH | WC. <20min | 3.4k words EXPLICITS. cursing, one (1) mention of a spider, r ends up on yjh’s lap, car makeout session, light marking, grinding, yjh calls r sweetheart, lowk sub!r & sub!yjh (they are so effing down bad for one another)

JAY’S MUSINGS. been in the Craziest jeonghan brainrot for So long. someone help. for my beloved ashi, @junplusone, as we will now unfortunately promptly disappear again as stem major curriculums pick up once more. i offer u my love thru begging jeonghan. tysm for beta-reading. (p.s. slightly inspired by @mochacoda's night d(r)ive!! there is so much love written into her words it consumes me whole. pls go take a look <3)

YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE. if you want me, you better speak up by ljh // understand by keshi // striptease by carwash // touch tank by quinnie // better half by jeonghan (ft. omoinotake)

i.) if you want me,

“Bog time?”

Jeonghan looks up from the GPS on his phone, an eyebrow quirked up at your out of the blue words. He has the address of a random park punched into the navigation, finger hovering over the Start Route button, but he easily swipes out of the tab as if it was a mere thought in the back of his mind.

“And what might you mean by,” he lazily curls two fingers in the air in quotation marks, “Bog time?”

To his question, you simply offer your phone to him. There’s a curve to his smile as he takes the device and stares at the screen; it’s directions to a wetland park about nine minutes out from your location, in some suburban neighborhood. Pictures show a few benches around the small pond and a trail leading behind to the forest.

You beam at him, eyes sparkling in the sun’s last rays of the day, like a pet showing its owner a present they brought back from the outside. “A bog! Have you ever been to one?”

Jeonghan hands you back your phone, fingers sliding against yours, and looks to the sky thoughtfully. He rests his hand on the steering wheel of his sleek black Toyota Camry, the leather glinting with shine, tapping his finger to a beat you wished you knew.

“Not until tonight, I haven’t,” is his smooth answer; and before you know it, he’s pulling the shift into drive and pressing hard on the gas.

Loving Yoon Jeonghan is easy.

It’s more of an afterthought for you at this point. You grab the last bag of his favorite chips at the convenience store? He’s planning his move to steal it as if you weren’t going to surrender it to him without a fight, but you play along anyway to indulge him. There’s a spider in the kitchen? He’s cheering you on for moral support as you grab a cup and some paper to trap it, but it takes one tremble of your hands for him to click his tongue, say you’re too slow, and get the job done for you.

His quick-witted, ever playful banter keeps you on your toes. You thrive in the presence of him like a sponge soaking up as much water as it can—except, unfortunately for you, you’re constantly on the verge of having it all flood out and drowning in it.

Because while loving Yoon Jeonghan is easy, wanting him is a whole different story.

Loving doesn’t result in an ache in your heart every time he talks about his latest date with someone. Loving doesn’t cause the burning pit in your stomach that surfaces when he leans over, just right, to whisper something only meant for your ears.

Love, to you, is the noun you hold for Jeonghan, stored in your hands when you light-heartedly swat him away with a tsk—and want is the verb that jumps out of you when he effortlessly catches your wrist in his hand, honey eyes gleaming in your lamp’s light.

“Yah, we’re here.”

His teasing tone snaps you out of your thoughts, and you blink in surprise. There’s no parking lot; his car is stalled on the side of the road, the headlights flickering for a moment before turning off.

“Where’s the bog?” you tilt your head in different directions, trying to get an unsuccessful glimpse of your surroundings.

Jeonghan snorts and pushes a lock of blonde hair behind his ear. “You tell me, dude. Can’t see shit out here.”

“Language,” you scold, before unlocking your side of the car and stepping out onto the sidewalk.

The neighborhood is quiet save for the occasional hoot of an owl and the wind’s loud escapades through the trees. You shiver and tuck yourself into the knitted sweater you had chosen for tonight, the wind picking up ever so slightly as if to mock your choice of clothing. Jeonghan is on your side before you can even think of yanking him out of the car, much to your dismay. He shuts your door and shines the flashlight of his phone onto the dewy lawn grass.

“What even is a bog?” Jeonghan queries as the two of you begin to walk in a seemingly random direction. “Just a wetland?”

“Basically, yeah. The thing we’re going too isn’t really a bog. More of a pond with some swamp aspects. I just think bog’s a funny word.”

Your shoes scrape against the cement. From Jeonghan’s light, you can see up ahead that just across the road is the sign from your Google Search, signifying your destination is close. Your eyes trace the trail winding behind it into the forest.

“Explain it to me.”

Startled, you glance back. Jeonghan’s face is faintly illuminated from the light bouncing off of you. If you were to focus well enough, you would be able to outline the slope of his cheekbone and the way some strands of his hair brushed against it ever so softly.

“The word bog? Are you serious? It’s really nothing,” you try to argue, turning back around.

“Come on. Try me.”

You heave a sigh. “Alright. If you want me to.”

“Yah. ‘Course I want you to.”

The air feels a little thicker now, but you swallow the feeling back and press forward as the grass gets taller. You wish it was warmer; maybe, if you were lucky, you’d be able to hear the night calls of a toad, or see fireflies milling about the shoreline.

“Gaelic origin, mostly. Just an adjective that describes something that’s soft and damp. There’s also some roots back to Ireland—they had a word that describes moist ground.”

While you’re explaining, Jeonghan carefully takes the lead, shining his flashlight onto the wooden sign marking the entrance to the trail and oncoming wetland. He hums in response.

“Nerd.”

You smack his shoulder blade.

“Ow—fuck, okay, I’m sorry!”

He’s laughing, and like the death of a star your anger explodes into oblivion, rolling your eyes good-naturedly as you shove him with your elbow. “You were the one who asked.”

“Ah, I suppose you’re right.” You glance at Jeonghan from within your peripherals while he speaks. There’s a flicker of surprise as you take note of his small smile that curls with an emotion you can’t quite read.

“Can’t help it, y’know,” he muses aloud. “To want is a cruel thing.”

ii.) if you want me,

Your breath evens as the concrete path gradually gives way to wooden boardwalk. The two of you walk quietly side by side, the water’s surface still and reflecting the moon’s light from above. Jeonghan had mentioned earlier that it was a waxing gibbous, and that a super moon would be occurring in a few nights’ time.

Moments were always stolen with Jeonghan—not because you two didn’t have the time for each other, but more so because you two seemed to have all the time in the world to spend in each other’s presence. Inseparable like the twin stars marked by the constellation dubbed Gemini, you grew so used to his existence that it took outrageously spontaneous adventures like this one to really cherish him.

Or, in this particular case, curse him and his ever observant nature.

“You want me to do what?”

“Just come here,” he urges, opening his arms a little wider.

Your hesitance is palpable, but ultimately, you relent, wiggling your way into his warm embrace. His hoodie is worn with seasons of journeys that you’ve accompanied him on, and it’s always been a comfort you’ve relied on for warmth.

Just… never with him alongside it.

“There you go,” Jeonghan’s lips skim the crown of your hairline and you shudder, the motion backfiring on you when he only presses you closer to him. “Y’know, you usually know better than to wear the thinnest knitted sweater known to man on a night like this.”

“You could’ve just given me your hoodie, you know.”

He shrugs. “Didn’t want to do that. Then I’d be freezing. This is a win-win.”

“You’re insufferable,” you say, and bury yourself further against the fabric.

The self-proclaimed bog is forgotten as the two of you find more interesting things to take notice of. Once more, a comfortable quiet overtakes you two, with your eyes following the sway of a tree’s branches and Jeonghan focused on the sky above. A moment to journal about later, maybe, with a fern taken and pressed to be studied after it dried. Perhaps tonight you’d snag the formidable prickles of the pine tree nearby. You’d always be interested in how words took shape after nature, the conifer’s history included.

As if on cue, Jeonghan’s voice is pulling you out of your thoughts in asking about the tree before you two. You respond in turn about the specifics of the pine.

“Doesn’t that have another meaning? Pine?”

“Mhm,” you hum noncommittally. “The tree existed first, then the verb pine came about later; means to long for or seek after, similar to yearning. They both actually stem from two different Latin words—pine tree from pinus and pining from poena. Cool how they ended up as the same word though, huh?”

Jeonghan is surprisingly still for a while. Leaves rustle nearby, being stirred by the wind, and you bite your lip.

Even though he’s heard you ramble about nonsense background contexts of words a thousand times over, the silence scares you. Sometimes you still fear Jeonghan will be bored by your constant, monotone voice, as if he was only listening to reply rather than understand.

“Hey, look up. D’you see those three stars up there?”

You glance above the tree you’re studying and nod against the fabric of his hoodie. The three stars in question are a straight shot line, banded together diagonally like a belt. Above those, another group of stars come together to form the torso of a man, one arm held out to hold something akin to a bow.

“Orion and his belt,” you confirm. “You’ve told me his story before—the hunter who boasted about killing all animals, right? I remember arguing about the right myth to follow.”

“Yeah, well, there’s more to it,” Jeonghan chuckles and wraps his arms a smidge tighter around you. You try to ignore the electricity shooting through your veins, piercing your heart like a lightning strike.

He lowers his face so that his mouth is close, so close, right by your ear. Freeing one of his hands from your embrace, he tilts your chin up with his fingers ever so slightly, pointing at a faint cluster of stars somewhere above and to the right. You squint your eyes to focus better as Jeonghan softly begins his story.

“The Pleiades were seven sisters who were sought after by Orion. Their father was Atlas, the Titan condemned to holding up the sky, and once barred to his eternal punishment, Orion took this chance to begin his pursuit. He was persistent in his chase for the sisters, wanting to win any of their favors through any means possible. Zeus eventually had enough of Orion’s attempts and turned the Pleiades into doves to free them; however, they asked to be placed in the sky to be closer to their father. That’s how the constellation we know of now came to be formed. Unfortunately for them, Orion took to the skies soon after and continues to chase them to this day.”

It’s your turn to fall speechless. Something about the tale makes your bottom lip jut out in a solemn expression; eternal punishment of any form, be it to hold up the sky for forever or to be chased unwillingly by a hunter in various forms, makes your heart ache. You stubbornly hope there is an end to your own suffering, fingers shaking as Jeonghan pulls his hand away from cupping your face.

“Don’t worry, though,” he whispers; his tone is so gentle it has you leaning into him subconsciously. “The Pleiades are safe. All Orion can do is long for, or pine after them, as you so dutifully defined for me earlier.”

“I’m glad.” Your voice, low and full of emotion, is almost lost to the wind as it begins to surge. “Sometimes feelings just can’t be returned, no matter how much we desire them to be. I would want them to be happy.”

You stare woefully at the sisters. Jeonghan’s gaze remains fixated on you.

“Me too.”

iii.) if you want me.

As you stare up at Orion and the Pleiades, your gaze rests on the silhouette of the tree before the two of you. The branches sway in the wind, catching the breeze, and you trail the outline of the tree across the sky. From just the right angle, Orion seems to lean against the pine, his weight being supported by the sturdy evergreen like it had grown specifically for him to rest upon. The thought makes you smile.

“Isn’t it crazy?” comes your muffled murmur from against the material of his hoodie; Jeonghan makes a noise for you to continue.

“Just.. how perfectly nature fits within itself sometimes, like one big recurring metaphor. As if the mother of the universe finds her favorite verses in the stars and rewrites them over and over because she can’t get enough of them.”

The wind begins to die down; there’s no need for you to be bundled up within Jeonghan’s arms, but you stay, waiting with bated breath for his response.

“How so?”

Perhaps it’s the late hour that boldens you with no room for overthinking, your phones tucked neatly away in your pockets as to not distract you. Your heart is throwing itself against your ribcage as you muster up a confession.

“There’s so many tales like Orion and the Pleiades, as sad as it is. But there are just as many triumphs as there are tragedies, all recreated over and over. The universe—she’s trying to tell us something. She’s telling us to find love in each other, and therefore, in ourselves.”

You swallow back any possible regret and finish, “Personally, I think I’ve received the message pretty well through you.”

There’s a sharp intake of air. You feel Jeonghan exhale a breath, tingling your skin, and his lips are so close they kiss the shell of your ear as they move.

“I agree. I guess we are yet another recreation of her favorite tale of love, then.”

Something shifts in you; an unspoken agreement that has your head reeling when he doesn’t let you slip away from him on the way back to the car. Your fingers are grasped lightly in his, and soft giggles tumble out of you when he fumbles to open the door of your side. They fall silent as he slides in, adjusting the chair back and looking up at you expectantly. His hand is out for you to take.

“Well?” is all he says, and the single word’s implication hits you like a freight truck.

Aren’t you going to be with me?

The wind howls, delighted and amped up from the excitement swirling within you. Your hair whips around your face protectively, tears beginning to stain the apples of your cheeks. There is nothing in your mind except for the way Jeonghan’s wisps of blonde hair fall away from their place behind his ears. You ache to fix them.

“Are you sure?” is all you can croak out.

His eyes shine in the moonlight, and with no hesitation he replies, “Yes, if you want me.”

Your weight rests on his lap in a painfully easy manner. The car door clicks shut and is swiftly locked, and before you know it, Jeonghan’s hands are settled around your waist.

“Hi.” You squeak ever so eloquently.

Jeonghan has his face mere inches away from you. His nose tickles yours in a sheepish laugh. “Hi to you, too.”

“Did you mean it?” you blurt out with trembling fingers, daring to clutch onto the hem of his sweater as if he’ll blow away with no warning. “Are you serious about this?”

“I haven’t even said anything yet,” he teases. “Are you saying I’ve been implying something tonight?”

“I want to say so. I want to believe that you have been.”

The way your name falls off his tongue is pure silk, and you swear he’s reinvented a new meaning to it just now. Who knew that meanings could be born from different intonations?

“Please,” Jeonghan breathes your name again; it’s a borderline whine that rushes the air out of your lungs. “Just let me want you. I’ve been denied it for so long.”

The kiss that follows is searing, burning with the desire you’ve wrestled with shoving back into your throat until now. You aren’t entirely sure who’s lips pressed to who’s first, but what you are sure of is the moan that slips from Jeonghan’s mouth, his breathing harsh and ragged.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and you have half the mind to tell him to mind his language again when he interrupts you by squeezing your waist. “You’re so goddamn hot.”

Laughter bubbles out of you. Jeonghan glances up at you in surprise, his eyelashes fluttering with confusion. You giggle and cup his cheek.

“Weren’t you just versing poetry to me thirty seconds ago? What happened to that?”

He just shrugs and leans forward to press a feverish kiss to your lips. “The duality of man.”

“The duality of man, indeed,” you murmur.

Your fingernails scrape along his neck enticingly, tangling in the tufts of his blonde hair. You give an experimental tug and revel in the gasp he lets out, a whimper being drawn out of you.

Jeonghan tilts your chin up and begins to pepper your jawline with kisses, each more passionate than the last. He’s pushing your sweater’s neckline to the side by the time he reaches your collarbone, spurred on by your quiet moans and high intones of his name, nipping marks into your skin. Red blooms across your shoulders from his love bites.

“I didn’t know you were a biter,” you quip through gasps. “Should’ve figured, though.”

His fingers, running along your curves from under your sweater, suddenly pinch your butt. You yelp and whine at his antics while Jeonghan just laughs.

“Better than you, sweetheart,” he smirks, rubbing circles into your skin as a silent apology. “All bark, no bite.”

You kiss him to shut him up, tongue sliding against his before beginning to suck on his bottom lip. He tastes like the honey lemon tea you shared earlier at the cafe. You wonder if you taste the same.

A wave of heat scores through you at the thought, wanting nothing more than to eternally be enveloped by his scent, his taste, his everything. You don’t even realize how hard your hips are pressing into his until he breaks the kiss with a groan, bucking up into you with a delicious sigh.

You feel him, hard and hot and sorely needy, and you take the chance to grind back down against him, adoring the way his shuddering lips chase yours. The world is lost to you; all you know is Yoon Jeonghan, and he simply is enough.

“I want you,” you suddenly say, pausing to take in the sight below you.

His cheeks are flushed, yours no doubt no better, and his hoodie is barely hanging on to the lower half of his torso. Pale, muscled skin peeks out and tenses at your touch sliding up his abdomen. Jeonghan is glowing, and tears prick the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by emotion.

“I want you,” you repeat, lips ghosting his. “But I want you to want me, too. Do you?”

“Dumb question,” he whispers back. “That’s never been something to ask of me. It’s always been pure fact, like the origin of the word bog. Pine has different Latin roots, Orion chases the Pleiades, and I want you.”

A sigh escapes you, and you let yourself press once more to him, answering his confession with a kiss.

 I want you. Your body, made by the universe, retells your story over and over as it moves in time with his own. I want you and I want you to want me and I want us.

Jeonghan eagerly kisses you in return as if to say, Go ahead then, take me. Take it all. I want you.

Take everything in me, and leave nothing left but us.

[dollishmehrayan]

HOW BATBOYS COMFORT INSECURE READER ── .✦

a/n: I celebrated my birthday and i had a fun time and tysm to all the people who wished me a hppay birthday (a lot tbh I was shocked and so happy) but this was a request by @cup-of-doodles !! so yeah (enjoyy)

(Tags: batboys x insecure!reader)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Compliments for Days: Dick would not hold back. “You think I look good? Sweetheart, you’re the real catch here.” He’d follow up with a series of exaggerated compliments, like, “If beauty were a crime, you’d be serving a life sentence.” And then yk he’ll be like your hype man of like this tiktok audio (here).

Goofy Distraction: To lighten the mood, Dick would do something ridiculously goofy, like pretending to be a terrible dancer and saying, “See, you’re already doing better than me.” He’d shimmy awkwardly across the room just to make you laugh but if you cry even more he might feel guilty.

Overprotective Vibe: He’d pull you into a hug, ruffling your hair. “You’re perfect the way you are, and if anyone says otherwise, I’ll literally punch them in the face. Just give me the word.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Grumpy Compliment: He’d cross his arms and look you up and down, pretending to be unimpressed. “You’re lucky I love you, because damn, you’re fine as hell, and I can’t even look at you without getting distracted. It’s annoying.”

Jokes to Distract You: Jason would then casually add, “But if you keep saying you’re not perfect, I’m gonna start charging you for all these therapy sessions I’m giving you.” His face might be all grumpy, but the look in his eyes is soft, reassuring you.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Logical Support: Tim would approach it in his usual, logical way. “Okay, so you feel insecure about that? Let’s talk it through. Statistically speaking, you’re practically flawless, the ratio between your lips and eyes are perfect with your nose calculating right in the perfect spot.” He’d likely pull out a notebook, listing all the reasons you're amazing, with a dry, humorous commentary.

Techy Distraction: To cheer you up, Tim would start showing you funny memes or videos he’s saved. “See? This is how you should feel—unbothered and hilarious.” He’d give you his best attempt at a cute smile, which might look a bit awkward, but he means it.

Self-Deprecating Humor: He’d then add, “And if you still don’t believe me, let me know. I can hack into the Batcomputer and get a list of all the things you’re absolutely amazing at.” He’d wink, though you know he’s completely serious.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Confused, but Caring: Damian would be initially confused by your insecurity. “What is this nonsense? You’re perfect.” He’d cross his arms, giving you a disapproving look. “You don’t need to change a single thing. If you insist on thinking otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to lecture you on your obvious superiority.”

Unintentionally Hilarious Comfort: In his usual serious tone, he’d continue, “Whoever made you feel insecure is an idiot, and I will make them regret it. Though, I’ll do it in a proper way, without any unnecessary violence—unless it’s truly necessary.”

Small Gesture: Despite his serious demeanor, he’d take your hand, pulling you closer with a soft, “You are the best thing in my life, and I will ensure you never forget that again.” (Then he’d mutter under his breath, “And if you need more reassurance, I’ll just have Alfred tell you how amazing you are again.”)

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Stern, But Loving: Bruce would give you a soft, stern look, his voice gentle but firm. “You don’t get to think that way, not about yourself. Not ever.”

Overprotective Vibe: He’d pull you into a hug, patting your head like he’s telling you a secret. “If I’m going to let anyone be insecure, it sure as hell won’t be you.” His touch would be gentle, that way he makes sure you feel seen and heard.

Dry Humor: He’d add, “Now stop trying to make me talk more than I need to. But if it makes you feel better, I’m always here to remind you how amazing you are, even if I have to do it in my very limited free time.”

[nisuna]

Need more yuuji smut!!

So hear me out-

bestfriend!yuuji finding your depressed ass in the park while it's raining and you're soaked. So he takes you home and take care of you and puts you to sleep in jis clothes.

Then wakes you up by eating you out and then .. you know.. the rest of the stuff

Holy shit am I in my angst era? 😭 Yuji is 100% my comfort character, so this was very nice to write. He's so boyfriend oml I love him so much<3 I don't even care if this does well or not. I really needed this, tysm for the idea!!<3

⚠️ If you or anyone you know struggles with their mental health or has thoughts like these, please look up your local s*uic*de prevention hotlines. Everybody deserves to get help, and everyone deserves to live. It might not always be as easy as in my little story, but please look after yourselves, I love you all so much and thank you all for all of the love and support🫶🏻 As someone who's been struggling with their mental health ever since their early teens I can say that I definitely can't speak for everyone on this matter, but maybe some will find comfort and familiarity in this

TW: angst, s*icid*l ideation, mentions of declining mental health, hurt and comfort, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, body worship, nipple play, body appreciation, mating press, confession, a lot of crying, this is so dear to my heart, supportive!bff!yuji

~2,8k words~

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Everything has been fucked lately. Your job sucks, school isn't going great, your social life is almost nonexistent, your family is a mess and you just want some peace and calm. You've been home constantly, but you just can't stand it anymore, which is exactly why you went outside for some fresh air. And as if the universe was giving you the middle finger as well, it started raining. But you just couldn't be bothered anymore. Life sucks and your mental health is declining. So you don't even flinch at the rain hitting your lowered head. You don't care that your clothes are soaked at this point. You just sit there and take it. You've been sitting here for what feels like hours. There has been multiple nosy on lookers that passed by mumbling. Some of them showed concern, but some of them were threw disgusted looks at you and assumed you're some kind of junkie that's loitering around in their peaceful park. You couldn't care less, nobody was actually brave enough to approach you anyway, so you let them talk.

It's getting cold, but you can't bring yourself to move. You're soaked and it's getting dark, but you feel like you have nowhere to go. You're starting to feel numb, your hands and feet are cold and you almost can't feel them anymore. This is actually quite nice, you're neither sad nor mad, you feel empty, but it's not uncomfortable like it usually is. You feel calm, you're not worried. You think that freezing to d*ath might actually be a good way to go. It would be like falling asleep without having to ever wake up again. For the first time in weeks you felt yourself smile. You've made up your mind, nobody will miss you anyway so why bother. But as you were about to lie down, you heard a familiar voice screaming your name.

"What the hell-", you thought to yourself as you sat back up and looked around. You didn't have to wait long before seeing a familiar figure run towards you.

"Y/N!!! Where are-? Oh my god there you are. I looked everywhere for you. What are you doing?", he reached out to grab your shoulders, only for you to flinch away.

"Yuji, what are you doing here?"

"Well, you weren't picking up my calls and I got worried." When you didn't give him an answer, he continued, "Are you alright? Whoa you're soaked and my god you're ice cold c'mon let's get you home. I don't want you to get sick.", he grabbed your hand, trying to get you off that bench. But you didn't budge.

"Y/N? What's wrong c'mon let's go-"

"No, I'm fine, really. Just leave me be."

"What are you even saying? How could I? You are in no condition to be left alone. It's freezing and you're soaked c'mon let's go home-"

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMN IT!", you screamed and felt tears leave your eyes. Shit. When you reached up to wipe away at your eyes, Yuji stopped you and wiped your tears with his sleeve instead.

"Y/N I don't know what's going on, but please let me help.", he knelt down, squeezing your trembling hands and giving you a warm smile.

"Why do you care so much?", that came out way too wobbly for your liking.

"Why do I care? Y/N, you're my best friend of course I care. How could I not? Look at you."

You were at a loss of words, so he continued. "Is it okay if I touch you more?" Nod. As soon as you gave him the okay he pulled you into a tight hug. It took you a bit to relax, but you eventually gave in and let your emotions run wild. You were shaking, crying loudly in his embrace. All the built-up tension of the past weeks came flooding out, but he was there to catch you. He held you close as you let go. He didn't say a word until you calmed down a bit.

He pulled away to take a look at your puffy face. "Let's go over to mine, hm? What do you say?"

"Fuck it.", you thought as you nodded and got up.

"Want me to carry you?"

"No, that's embarassing. I can walk alright.", you huffed.

"Don't worry, it's late. Nobody will see."

"Okay."

After he wrapped you up in his jacket, you got on his back and let him carry you to his apartment. He's so warm and smells really good. You subconsciously nuzzled your face closer to him. Falling asleep like this would be way nicer than alone. You thought of that as you closed your eyes and hugged him tighter.

Luckily, he only lived a couple blocks away from the park. He was gentle when he set you down as soon as you arrived.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it.", there it was again, his sweet smile. "You should go take a bath before you get sick. I'll lend you some of my clothes." Nod.

------

You felt like a new human being after the warm bath. His clothes were also warm and smelled like him. It was oddly comforting. Has he always smelled this good? Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.

"Oh wow, you look better already.", he grinned.

"Yeah", you cracked a smile back at him, "I do feel a lot better. Thanks a lot."

"Of course! Now, what do you want to eat, you must be starving? How long were you out there anyway?"

"All day actually...", you confessed.

His shocked expression made you giggle as he pushed you into his kitchen.

After a good meal he said you could go sleep in his bed. He'd sleep on the couch tonight. But you stopped him. "I don't want to be alone. Can you sleep with me tonight."

"Sure, I thought you needed some space and didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Can we cuddle too?"

"We can do whatever you need."

That's how you found yourself back in his arms for the nth time today. The atmosphere was calm, as you were exchanging occasional remarks while watching something. You don't know what overcame you, but you just felt so safe and taken care of that you leaned in for a kiss. However, you quickly pulled away when you felt him stiffen up and not kiss you back.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. God, I'm so stupid. You probably hated that. Shit, please don't hate me-"

"No, please calm down, it's alright. It's not that I don't like this. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"You're in a very fragile state right now. I don't want you to do something you might regret."

"But I'm sure, I really want this-"

"Sleep it over. Just one night and if you still feel like it tomorrow I'm down. I'm here for you. We can cuddle all you want, though. I just don't want to take advantage of you."

You shot him your biggest pity pout and when that didn't work you gave in. "Alright, alright, I guessss.", you huffed and fell into his embrace. Both of you didn't talk much after that, there was a bit of tension, but you didn't act on it. When you finally drifted off to sleep it was enveloped in his warmth and smell.

You haven't slept this well in a long time. And you definitely haven't been woken up this nicely in a long time, either.

After such a good night's sleep you didn't expect to wake up to your best friend between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy.

"Hi, good morning", he rasped, morning voice heavy. "You just looked so cute wiggling around in my arms and when I checked you were already so wet down there. Sorry, I couldn't resist.", he said while softly kissing up your thigh.

"It's alright, let me wake up first, though ah-", you couldn't finish your sentence, because your head snapped back with a moan, as he dove back between your legs.

"Sorry, but I need this just as bad as you do. You taste so good. God, I've been missing out on this this whole time? Just lay back and let me take care of you."

You couldn't say no. Not that you were able to say anything at all with his skillful tongue and fingers working your cunt open. He made you a whimpering and sensitive mess in a matter of a few seconds.

"Shit, how are you so good?", you let out a drawn-out moan, but didn't get an answer from him. His actions spoke instead of him, as he had you cumming on his tongue soon after. Once he licked you clean he slotted his body between your legs and kissed you nice and deep.

"Mmh", you moaned against his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Tastes good, right?", he grinned.

"Shut up", you playfully hit his chest, grinnig right back at him.

"Alright, my turn.", you smiled, trying to get him to lie down only to be pushed back, as he got on top of you again.

"Nope."

"Hey! Not fair, I wanna taste you, too.", you pouted at him.

"Maybe next time. Today's all about you, I don't want you to lift a single finger. As I said, lay back and let me take care of you."

That was an offer you definitely couldn't refuse. So you gave him a nod and waited for his next move. His next move was a very welcome one, as he finally rid him himself of his shirt. You always knew he was well built from years in the gym and other sports. But seeing him like that up close made you gush. His front was mouth watering, and his arms were to die for. He was huge. You would've rubbed your legs together to ease your pain if he wasn't keeping your legs open with his body between them. You didn't even notice you were staring until he spoke up.

"You're practically drooling."

"Fuck, sorry.", you shrieked looking away.

"Don't sweat it. Oogle me all you want, I dig it.", he smiled, pulling your face back in his direction.

"Can I touch you?"

"What kind of question is that? Go for it!"

His skin's so soft, but the ripples of his abs and chest are brick hard. He let you explore his body before grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle kiss.

"My turn.", he whispered against your fingers before pulling your shirt up and exposing your tits. Your nipples were already hard from all of the stimulation earlier.

"Fuck, they're so pretty.", he whispered, grabbing one in each hand and giving them a hard squeeze.

"Shit.", you moaned, back arching off the bed and pussy rubbing against his hard cock. To make matters worse, he leaned down, licking a thick stripe up your neck and pinching your aching nipples between his fingers.

"Off. Now.", he demanded, already helping you pull the shirt over your head. You were finally fully exposed and he ate it right up. He leaned back down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and massaging your other breast. He made sure to pay equal attention to both. It felt really good, but you were getting impatient, already grinding against his hard crotch.

"Yuuji~~", you moaned at a particularly hard suck. "Don't tease. Pleasee, I need you.", you whined.

"Shit, sorry I got distracted. Wait here, I'm gonna go get the condoms."

Before he could leave you, you stopped him.

"No, wait, please don't. I want to feel you.", you said, already digging your nails in his arms at the mere thought of doing it raw.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive.", you smiled reassuringly.

"Fuck, alright. Got it.", he swore and rid himself of his boxers.

Once again you were staring. He was bigger than you thought. You definitely couldn't wait any longer. You needed him inside of you immediately.

He didn't make you wait long before he started to slowly bottom out. Your moans grew embarassingly louder with each inch that filled you up.

"Shit, you're so tight. Please loosen up, you're gonna kill me."

"Sorry, it just feels so good.", you mewled back arching and pressing your soft tits against his hard chest. "Kiss me, please~~" He immediately obliged, crashing his mouth against yours. It was so raw and messy when your tongues kept mashing together, but it just felt so right.

"I'm gonna start moving now. I'm gonna fuck you so good."

You nodded and pleaded. Your wish was his command, so he finally picked up his pace. And god, was he good with his hips. With each thrust and shift of your legs, he kept hitting you deeper and deeper until you practically saw stars. It's so cliché, but you felt like you were in heaven.

Your nails kept grazing his broad back and shoulders, but you didn't want to hurt him, so you held back. As if he had read your mind, he leaned down and whispered against your ear.

"Do it. Mark me up, it doesn't hurt. Please don't hold back."

So you didn't hold back anymore. You let your emotions run wild, exploring his body with your hands. Shyness long forgotten, as you left long red streaks all over his back, occasionally pulling him down for a kiss.

The world stood still. You never noticed before, but he has always been there for you. He was the only person that you ever felt loved by. How had you never noticed. Even if you two never said it out loud before, you loved each other. It had to be love. You felt overwhealmed as his fingers slipped between your bodies and started rubbing thick circles in your sensitive clit. Your breath hitched as the words you kept secret for far too long came tumbling out.

"I love you, Yuji. I love you so much, thank you for always taking care of me. I only have you in my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. Please never leave me, I need you."

If he was taken aback by your words, he didn't show it. He just pressed his lips against yours and kept rubbing and moving his hips until you came undone. And as you were moaning and arching your back, he finally answered.

"I love you, too. So, so much. I always have. I promise I will never leave. No matter what happens, I got you. Forever.", that's when the dams broke down and tears were spilling from your eyes. You just hugged him close and thanked him.

Not long after, he was reaching his limit as well. So he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pounded away until he filled you up to the brim. All the while he was kissing your tears away and saying how good you were for him and how well you did.

When his hips finally came to a halt, he gently put your legs down and kissed you again. He was gentle when he pulled out and you winced as you felt his cum drip out of you and onto his sheets.

Immediately after, he pulled you close, hugging you like he was about to lose you and you were able to calm down a bit. But the bad thoughts came back as you whispered against his skin.

"Today was so stressful and you must've been worried sick. What if I have another breakdown. I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to stress you out. I don't want to break your heart if anything happens to me."

"Y/N, look at me.", he begged, hands on your cheeks.

You finally looked back up at him, tears stinging your eyes.

"You're not a burden.", he whispered, giving your forehead a gentle kiss. "I will protect you forever. For as long as I live, I will always be here to catch you. No matter what happens. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to endure everything silently and on your own. I promise, things will get better. I will be here each step of the way. I love you so much, so please don't leave me."

You wanted to believe him, you wanted to get better. Maybe you finally could with his help. It's a big gamble, but you're gonna bet all of your cards on this relationship. After a long pause, you gave him a silent nod and burried your face in his chest, all while he was gently patting and kissing your head.

Life and everyone else might be shit, but at least you got him now. He was worth living for.

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If you read this far, thank you so much<3 I hope I can make some lighter and happier content soon, but I'm on a roll right now *sigh* Please stay healthy and look after yourselves, mwah

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HADM: Day 4-Alt Hermit (Evil Xisuma)

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Hey Krow!!! I just got into your content this year! I had seen you through like Rats and Pirates and I thought you had a really cool vibe and I checked out your channel and was like “OH ITS JUST A GOOFY LITTLE GUY”

So, I was wondering. I got into Outsiders this year as well, (a little late Ik) and I was honestly expecting it to be worse than it was with how a lot of Outsiders members had joked about it. So I was curious on your opinion on Outsiders cause like I honestly think it was a really good story overall, but it seems like a lot of former members clown on it. Is it just cause you find it cringe or want to change things? Or idk, I’m just curious!

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hi hello tysm for your support and viewage :D ! I don't normally respond to outsiders stuff but i felt like this was a good message to just do a tldr on why. I wont speak for my fellow Outsiders but for me its a mix of that I was 16 at the time (im 20 now, so naturally i find me back then a little cringe), and nowadays i cant stand half of the cast who were just wronguns, but most stopped making content anyway so don't stress about supporting them by accident lol I had some very bizarre experiences with some of the outsiders ccs (again, nobody im friends with now), and those things mark you when you're new to content creation. I find people have clung on to that 16 year old version of me, and im so so different now that it just feels off when people try and egg me on how they used to. imagine people treating you like your 4 year younger self, annoying right? I've had plenty of characters in SMPs I love and stories I've written and loved but I feel like the attention remains on c!krow which I get is better than no attention at all- but I still go ''awh man'' when my new characters dont get anywhere near as much love because they're not edgy demonlords; which is what mcyt tends to love bc i find most creators don't do characters like that, especially now. basically: - most of the ccs were weird (now dropped off the face of the earth) - i was 16, im now 20 and have long moved on - people cling on to my masculinity from back then and there's a general rejection to my femininity/growth as a person - i wish more of the spotlight was on my new characters hope that makes sense, but please enjoy my POV if you are gonna watch it, I put a lot of time and love into it as cringe as it can get LOL. TY!

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Speak of the Devil > Dreamwalk // part 8

pairings: (established) sam winchester x gn!reader, destiel is there :D

summary: you are taken by lucifer for over a week and sam damn near looses his head. when you are finally rescued, the trauma of what was inflicted on you has left it's mark and it's up to sam and dean to keep you put together. a stressful dreamwalk leads to unprompted answers to poorly worded questions and staining effects that take a toll on the whole gang

warnings: torture, ptsd, flashbacks, hallucinations, graphic depictions of said torture, allusions to SA, child neglect and parents die in traumatic way

word count: 4,768

A/N: this part has also undergone various rewrites and i'm quite pleased with how it turned out. tbh i'm thinking of doing one more (MAYBE two) parts of this series. tysm to all of my lovely supports who have joined me along this ride, ily <3<3

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It’s a dizzying swirl as Sam’s head spins and his vision blurs. The last thing he sees is your betraying peaceful form besides him as Rowena sprinkles him with the same powder she did you. All he can think about is how he’s allowed you to drift off into this sleep that only dooms you with a fate of the Devil’s torment. Now, it’s up to him to decide how long you must suffer until he finds you.

The first thing that hits him is summer rain, calming yet foreboding. Sam used to love the rain (still claims that he does) but to him, it only promises a sooner fate of stark lightning and booming thunder that remind him of his time with him.

The next thing that grounds him is the soft kisses of wind accompanied by the rain. It washes over him and alerts his senses- waking up each and every one of his nerves in a frenzy. Something doesn’t feel right to him.

Finally, when he opens his eyes, he surveys the room. A kitchen. Light blue cabinets lining the wall with a farm themed backsplash that’s cracked and stained with mildew. There's a kitchen table in the middle of the room, littered with mail- some opened, some not, most ripped- and a glass vase with a dead bouquet in the center of the table. The rainy weather looming outside cries over the cold and empty kitchen, windows open wide and curtains running through the room. There’s even a puddle forming at the bases of each window, the rain coming in at an angle that won’t make the fungus on the walls any better.

There’s some crooked picture frames but the faces are blurry- not like they were hung that way but almost like you hadn’t gotten a good enough look to stow it away- or maybe you wanted to forget.

The only picture in the room with its original detailed faces was a simple 4x6 developed picture on the fridge. It was you, Sam would recognize your face any day and any age, he assumed you to be 10 here. You smiled bright and wide, so young and so proud of the event you were at. You had won first place in your favorite recreational activity and the image was even held up by an accompanying magnet. Next to you stood two proud parents- one hugging you tight and the other with his arm draped around the other two. Sam’s lips lifted in a fond smile.

“Sam?” Cas’ voice startles Sam, he was confused at his presence at first but then he remembered where he was again. Sam turns to find Cas walking into the room. “Where are we?” Cas asks, knowing if anyone could guess it would be Sam.

Sam looks back to the fridge to get a closer look at the papers stuck to it with other kinda-matching magnets.

“I think this is their childhood home,”  Sam looks out the window to find a rusted swing set with a broken seat and an unkempt yard with tall grass that drinks up the storming weather.

He tries the side door but it doesn’t budge. Looking back around the room, he finds the doorway that Cas emerged from and walks through it. A narrow hallway leads past a couple doors and accompanying the hall is a staircase. On the opposite side of the kitchen is the living room. He thinks of trying the living room first.

Sat in the middle of the windowless wall is a staticy TV and across from it is a sunken couch and coffee table littered with old cigarette packages, some tissues, and a few outdated magazines. There’s a couple of matching chairs off to the side that don’t look as worn but are still not ideal.

The front door opens and in comes you, probably a little older than the picture, using a notebook as an umbrella but it obviously didn’t work. You were drenched and shivering and if he could, Sam would offer you his jacket. But instead you walk right through him as if he were a ghost. You sling your book bag behind the couch and it prompts a ‘squelch’ as it lands.

You look beat. You go to head down the hallway and Sam and Cas silently follow out of pure curiosity.

There’s a scream from upstairs that makes Sam flinch and child-you freeze. There’s another scream followed by mumbling sobs and you dart up the stairs.

The stairs are creaky as he and Cas ascend them, following your trail. Once they get closer, they can make out voices.

“No, please,” a woman begs, sobbing. A low growl rubbles from the attacker as he towers over the woman who has been knocked to the floor.

“You- You came back?” Your soft and heartbroken voice slices through the room and the rumble stops. Sam peaks around the corner to find you pressed into the wall in fear, a few feet away from your father- the man from the photo- and your mother who lies on the floor, bloody.

“Bug-,” the growling voice cracks, muffled through his fresh set of teeth that overflow his mouth, bright yellow eyes indicating he’s a werewolf. “I-I’m sorry,” he snarls, attacking your mother and ripping her to shreds.

Child-you screams, falling along the wall since your feet have given out on you. Sam is frozen as he watches the scene before him. He knew your father abandoned you and your mother and turned into a werewolf that killed your mom- that’s what got you into hunting- but he never knew how graphic your introduction to The Life had been.

Your screams echo as the scene fades, dusting away particle by particle until Sam and Cas are left in an oily black hallway, lined with fluorescents.

Sam’s heart is racing and he struggles to get his dread contained. Seeing you so young and so scared gutted him and he doesn’t think his pieces will ever rest peacefully in his abdomen again.

Cas watches him, empathetic for what he saw and allowing Sam a moment to absorb it.

“Sam,” Cas pointed down the hallway, a warm light emitting from a room far down. Sam runs a hand down his face but meets Cas’ point. He looks around where they’re currently standing but decides that forward is their best bet.

He’s cautious now, though, taking slow steps but the urgency tingling his skin screaming for him to pick up some speed.

It’s a decent walk away, but they finally make it, turning into the doorway that leads to a familiar looking hotel room. He recognizes it immediately and the emotional whiplash makes him want to cry.

When you and Sam finally made things official, he took you up to Montana. He always loved the scenery and you had never been. He got you two a fancier than usual hotel and you two spent almost a week together.

Here you lay, splayed on the bed with blankets while Sam answers the door which greets them with previously ordered room service. He watches as memory-him rolls in the tray himself to protect your privacy from the worker. You laugh at him for how far he has to bend to push the cart.

He watches as you get up to your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed completely nude, and grabbing a piece of fruit from the cart. Memory-Sam goes to brew some espresso pods and memory-you continues to nibble on the assortment of fruit.

You start to speak but the conversation is muffled as the memory starts to fade just like the other.

Cas continues to watch Sam closely, aching for his friend's pain. He couldn’t imagine crawling through Dean’s brain- or ‘essence’- and seeing first hand his concoction of the memories seared into his being.

A piercing scream rattles the hallway and flickers the lights. Sam knows it’s you and he bolts. Cas is quick to follow, not questioning it for a second. The halls are winding and seemingly never ending, but eventually- finally- Sam skids to a stop as he looks into the memory with flashing lighting and echoing thunder.

Oh no.

It’s the cage. Suspended in the center of a void of stratus clouds is the cage. Sam’s lungs shrivel and he feels faint. The thought that Lucifer is keeping you in his cage is sickening- just when Sam couldn’t possibly think it would get worse.

No.

Sam shakes his head, breathing rapidly and thoughts frantic. He has to find a way to get over there.

Cas watches as Sam paces the ledge like a cat unsure of where it’s about to land and thinks of a solution. Cas places his hand on Sam’s shoulder and in a split second, they’re in the cage.

Fuck.

Sam can’t think straight. This is where he wanted to be for your sake, but the walls are smaller than he remembers and he can barely fit in the cramped space. And it’s cold- holy fuck is it freezing.

Another scream rips from your throat, pulling the twos attention to where you’re suspended from the ceiling by frigid chains. The Devil is wielding a large icicle with frozen patches of blood on the tip.

“Sammy,” Lucifer gleams over his shoulder, sending a shiver up Sam’s spine. “Just in time,” he steps away, back to his lineup of weapons, and Sam can fully see you now. Your skin was frosted and marred with caves from the weapon. He ached to cover your bare skin from Lucifer’s eyes.

You shivered, not noticing Sam and Cas’ presence due to the mind-numbing cold.

“Brother, I see you’ve joined us too,” Lucifer rolls his eyes. “And I’m assuming Dean and Rowena are zeroing in on their objective,” Lucifer selects a serrated knife, running his finger along the pricks. “I’m hoping they find it, cause when they do, I’ll be able to retrieve what I need. Hell, I did so good at hiding it that I really thought it was lost forever,” he walks back over to you with a dry chuckle, running the blade down the center of your chest, sawing lightly and pulling a desperate cry from you.

“Stop-,” Sam tries to sound threatening, but he’s too damn scared so the word comes out in a pathetic warble.

“What do you need?” Cas inquiries, wondering what’s so damn important and why it was left with you. Lucifer flicks his head up to look at Cas, eyeing him as he removes the blade and walks behind you, placing it on your stomach. You whimper at the contact, trying to move back. Sam’s throat tickles with bile as the blood running from the wound on your chest starts to freeze.

“I think you know, brother,” Lucifer raises a brow and slashes deep in your stomach. The cage echoes with your screams but is drowned out by a roll of thunder that makes Sam flinch. His thumb instinctively goes to his palm.

Cas squints his eyes at Lucifer, unsure of what he’s ‘supposed’ to know.

“Don’t play dumb, you remember the Frontier Entrance,” Lucifer winks, placing his hand on the opposite side of your stomach. You flinch.

“Don’t fucking touch them,” Sam seethes, knuckles white. This time his anger backs up his demand.

“Feisty, hmm?” Lucifer tilts his head, moving in to whisper in your ear. “It’s a nice change of pace seeing him as himself in the cage, isn’t it, doll?” Lucifer fakes the whisper, looking right as Sam as he speaks it loud enough for him and Cas to hear.

“The hell are you talking about?” Sam’s gaze hardens, posture straightening in a protective stance. Lucifer walks back around you, placing the blade on the tray and grabbing your chin.

“Oh, just the times I’ve given my precious doll here a glimpse of our fun in the cage,” Lucifer giggles, dropping his hold on you and spinning to face the two. Sam’s head tilts, his eyes hardening in confusion or defense- he doesn’t have a care to place it. “Like…” he snaps and suddenly you’re gone, replaced by Sam curled in the corner. And as quickly as he switched the scene, he did it again. This time Sam is tied upside down by his feet, then he’s crucified, then pinned to the ceiling with a taunting caesarean scar and erupted flames that overwhelm the cage.

In a blink, the cage is rid of flames and Cas is gone.

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He’s fixed you again. At first it’s always nice to have a moment- a moment- of peace. To remember your skin as it's supposed to be, unharmed and warm. But he’s quick to unleash his devious pain upon you again and it always feels quicker than last time.

You’re sitting. That’s new. In all of your time with the Devil, you couldn’t recall being strapped to a chair by leather restraints at your ankles and wrists. You pull up your head to look around you and get a feel for his tray of tools but your breath catches at the view before you. Sam with his wrists chained to the lining of the cage with his back flush against the surface. He’s unconscious and his head dips, strands of feathery hair laying across his face.

“No,” the words brushes past your lips, a desperate plea for this to be a dream. Well, you suppose it is.

“Yes,” the Devil snakes his hands around your shoulders, his lips pressed to your ears and you tense. “I think it’s about time for a live show,” he purrs, standing back up and walking over to Sam. You watch in confusion trying to piece together his words but then you remember- the dreamwalk.

This is… no. This is actually Sam.

“Don’t you fucking touch him,” you growl, watching the Devil with a snarl.

“But I’ve missed my boy so much,” Lucifer turns to look at you with feigned pleading. Sam starts to stir and your face melts, hoping to get his eyes first. “Ah, and there he is,” Lucifer grabs a fistful of Sam’s hair and yanks him up. Sam groans with a stiff jaw, eyes scrunched in ignorance for his pain- he doesn’t want to believe this is real.

“Look at me, sweet boy,” Lucifer coos with a finger tracing Sam’s jaw.

“I said don’t fucking touch him,” your anger bubbles confident words out of your chest. The sight of Lucifer’s gentle caress over Sam’s stiff features give you more reason to wring his fucking neck.

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” Lucifer snaps back at you, dropping his hold on Sam. You can now feel Sam’s eyes on you but you refuse to drop your glare on Lucifer. You don’t have an answer for him but you have enough rage to gather his attention long enough to maybe think of something.

“You're trapped. Helpless,” he spits, resting his hands on the arms of your chair. “You have nothing to wager against what you’ll see me do to sweet Sammy,” he pouts. “But you know the fun thing? No one is coming to help you. Dean and Rowena are gone, and so is my pitiful excuse for a brother,” he straightens back up. “I kicked them far into a corner of your mind that they’ll never find a way out of alone.”

You don’t believe him. You can’t.

“Oh but you know I’m right,” Lucifer stalks back over to Sam, a rope in hand. He forces open Sam’s jaw and wraps the rope a couple times around him, tying it behind his head. “Doesn’t he just look so pretty with something to bite on?” Lucifer looks back for your approval. You’re seeing red. Pure rage burns your skin to a charred husk. You have to do something.

The fear in Sam’s face ignites a flame so hot that you thrash against your holds. You know what Sam has been through at the hands of Lucifer- what he’s told you and what was shown to you- but you know enough to know exactly why Sam is struck with the terror that he is.

You think for a moment, trying to piece together what-means-what based on how you’re here. You aren’t asleep for some nap, you’re dreamwalking. Lucidity. That’s your advantage. You just have to pray that Rowena’s magic with your own being is enough to overpower Lucifer’s unwanted presence.

As Lucifer, dagger in hand, starts to unbutton Sam’s flannel, you give it a shot. You close your eyes, trying to ignore the soft cries of protest from Sam’s lips, and focus. As your eyes reopen, you look down in time to see the straps snap open and now you’re free. You bolt to your feet and Sam’s eyes meet yours first. You barely have time to give him a reassuring smile before Lucifer flings you against the walls of the cage, jagged indents causing a rocky landing.

“How the fuck did you-?” Lucifer starts but you’re able to push yourself to your feet and his face twists in anger. He tries to fling you again but you will yourself to stay in place- and you do.

You run over to grab an item off of his tray- the serrated bread knife, it was your most dreaded weapon upon his stash because of how tediously he would use it against your sensitive flesh- and swing at him, slicing the knife through the side of his neck. It’s more of an inconvenience to him rather than pain but it’ll do.

He charges at you, slamming you into the wall and your head hits hard- dizzying you instantly. You attempt to shake off the pain and manage to shove against him and he stumbles back. As he tries to charge you again, you screw your eyes tight and wish him to be somewhere else. When no impact hits your chest, you breathe a puff of relief at the granted wish.

You stumble over to Sam, pulling out the ropes from gagging him and removing the chains from his wrists. His tear stained cheeks rest shamefully in your palms and you kiss his lips softly, bringing him in for a comforting hug.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” you assure, running a gentle hand through his hair. It’s odd to feel him so affected- he’s trembling and holding onto you in such a desperate manner.

After a few moments, you pull away to look at him. His eyes are dreadfully lined with unspoken apologies and aching regrets but you speak before he has a chance to accept blame that is not his to begin with.

“I’ve got this under control now, I can keep him at bay,” you run a thumb along his cheek, “I can find the others,” you nod, tilting your head and letting your eyes roam his face. “We can finish this. He won’t touch us again,” you vow, jaw tensing as you utter the last words.

“I’m sorry,” his voice breaks but you shush him.

“Don’t say that,” you shake your head. You’ve seen the switch in how guarded and protective Sam has become of you since he and Dean found you and it’s not lost on you that the reason he’s so like that is because he knows what the Devil is like. Sam knows what he's capable of and what his track record shows. But the thing that makes Sam so patient and understanding is the same thing that got in his way just a few moments ago- trauma.

This situation has no rule book and it has absolutely no guide to right or wrong behavior. You know that Sam is hellbent on being there for you and he fears not being ‘man’ enough for you, but you don’t blame him for his reactions to the actions the Devil laid upon him. He is just as a victim as you are and right now it’s time for you to give so he can take.

“You don’t need to apologize to me, just breathe,” you assure, looking around the cage. “Are you with me?” You ask, moving his chin up so he can look at you better.

He’s working on repairing the dam Lucifer chipped at- the same dam that was built to withstand the weight of Lucifer’s impact to begin with- that much you can tell. He only nods, not trusting his voice. You believe him, though, because he’s given you no other reason not to.

“We gotta go,” you hold his hands, “close your eyes.” It’s disorienting but you manage to transport you and Sam into an eerily inky hallway lined with buzzing lights you’d see in a school.

You look around to find virtually nothing but an extensive hallway that spans indefinitely. Confusion is obvious in your face.

“It’s the navigation through your consciousness,” Sam says, his words weak but you’re proud of him for making that step.

“Right,” you respond as if it’s supposed to make sense but oddly enough it does. You start to almost feel a pull through the winding halls and you begin to walk where the energy takes you.

Sam follows you, hand-in-hand, looking up and down passing halls, but your gaze stays straight. Sam almost wants to ask where they’re headed but he trusts you and honestly he’s still trying to steady himself after what almost was.

With one final turn, you stop in front of a shimmering obsidian door with an opal door knob. You twist it with a twinkling click and it unlatches, swaying in without a creek. Inside the room is a complete recreation of the first motel you stayed in with the brothers but something is different. Instead of a memory, the room is lively with the stowed away members of your family.

Dean is pacing the room but halts when he notices the open door, Rowena is sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and arms folded, and Cas is standing along the worn path of Dean’s restlessness.

“Sam?” Dean starts walking to you and Sam.

“Dear, how're we feelin’?” Rowena strides towards you with her arms outstretched. You take the opportunity and hug her tight, she returns with a firm embrace, her hand cradling the back of your head and the other over your shoulder.

“Exhausted,” you admit quietly, pulling away, “but I think I have a hold on this whole ‘dreamwalk’ thing. And I think I can keep Lucifer away while you do what you need to,” you say.

“Aren’t you quick,” she winks, turning back to Dean and Cas, “we’ll let’s get goin’, I know where we must go now that Lucifer isn’t keeping us in this damn cage,” she sighs with a slight eye roll. You and Sam feel an iron weight settle in your stomachs at her choice of words.

The group heads back into the oily hallway, you and Rowena leading the way.

“Cas, what’s the Frontier Entrance?” Sam asks after a few paces. He hadn’t had the opportunity to do so earlier and Cas really looked like he knew what Lucifer was talking about.

“The what?” Dean asks, annoyed that he’s left out of the loop.

“It’s what Lucifer is after- the location that he said he’s left with them,” Sam explains and you glance over your shoulder at the conversation. Rowena looks over at you, meeting your gaze as you turn back ahead.

“It’s a direct entrance to The Empty,” Cas sighs, “it’s how I was retrieved. When I got out- and no one was supposed to be able to escape- I was told it was a one time thing,” Cas looks down, dreading his next words. “If Lucifer gains access to The Empty then he can resurrect any creature who has been cast there- angels, demons, Horsemen, Eve- any creature that has died beyond the point of Heaven or Hell. That includes the monsters slaughtered in Purgatory.”

“The coordinates. He left me the location of the entrance.” You finally piece into words, stopping in your tracks.

“Why the hell would he leave that with you? He not remember or something?” Dean shakes his head lightly, his confusion only leading to anger.

“You think I know?” You snap, you don’t mean to, but it’s not like you know more than they do about all of this. Dean’s eyes soften and you can tell he’s apologetic but there’s no time for pleasantries.

“Let’s just go,” you spin on your heel and continue walking. Rowena quickly matches your pace while the men behind lag a bit- you’re thankful for her solidarity even in such a minor display.

You’re almost there, you can feel it. As the halls become shorter and significantly more narrow, the group funnels in a single file line with you insisting on going first despite Sam’s protests.

As you near the end of the final hall, you can feel it, a rush of magical energy that fogs up your surroundings like the humidity of an indoor pool. Before you, you see a pulsing blue bundle of energy wrapped around a pure white orb of light. It’s in the center of an inky black room, just like the rest of the halls in your mind, just minus the fluorescents.

Rowena stumbles out next, followed by Sam, Cas and then Dean. The group focuses on the object for a moment, completely entranced by its beauty.

“Is this it?” Dean asks, his voice calm as if affected by the Zen of the object.

“Yes,” Rowena smiles with a breath of relief. “This is it,” she steps forward, her hand braced in front of her to touch the object. You want to stop her but you’re kinda curious about what'll happen.

As soon as her fingers pass the aura of blue, you fall to your knees with a cry of pain, holding your head in your hands with a soft groan. Sam rushes by your side quickly, his arms resting on your back. The pain echoes in your skull like shattered glass and Sam’s worries are muffled but frantic.

A dampening presence causes your head to snap up, zeroing in on Lucifer on the far side of the room. He’s lit up gleefully, his hands clasped and giggles giddy as he steps closer to Rowena with his fingers ready to snap.

“No!” You desperately cry, lurching forward but landing on your palms. You funnel any energy left behind your pain stricken skull and fling it all his way, pinning him against the wall.

“Hurry,” you bite out, staring at the Devil who only scowls back.

“This won’t stop me,” he threatens, his words oddly quiet but they fill the room entirely. Rowena is chanting and the pulse of the object increases after each syllable. “I’ll find you, you can’t hide forever, doll,” his words send a shiver down your spine but Sam’s hand rubs soothingly against the Devil’s pricks, reminding you of the tomorrow to always come.

You know the fight doesn’t end today, but a victory will be won, and you refuse to let Lucifer come out on top.

You push your hands against the inky tile, standing like a skyscraper, unbalanced with no real threat of collapse under these harsh winds, as you shuffle closer to where he’s pinned. Sam gives you space, with as much as he wants to help you, he’s honestly a bit frightened to get too close.

“Then bring it the fuck on,” you hiss, “but your time traipsing through my brain ends today,” you bite, your vision starting to blur but you can feel that Rowena is close. The pulsing has quickened to a consistent flash and your skin is on fire but you stand strong.

A piercing blue hue assaults your senses with a sharp ‘ping’ throughout the room, cracking the obsidian tiles and shattering the core of the object. You shield your eyes, flying with the blast past where the wall used to be.

You land on your back with an unsatisfactory wave of air punched out of your lungs. You gulp back in what you can after the aching in your ribs subsides for you to do so. Rubble drips from the shattered structure, falling with an echo against the vast space of nothing around you.

Lonely. You can feel the lack of others around you. Not in the absence of something morbid but of something cleansing and fresh. It’s done. He’s gone.

You close your eyes for the first time in what feels like weeks without worry of what will be lurking beyond.

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thanks so much for reading!! <3

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[stusautisticgf]

Kinktober day 1

Brahms Heelshire- Mommy Kink

Warnings- smut, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it kids), mommy kink, slight aftercare, some fluff at the end :)

Relationship- Sub! Brahms Heelshire x Dom! Afab Reader

You and your boyfriend Brahms had been intimate for a while. His submissive tendencies were quite obvious, yet he’s very bratty. There’s an obvious hierarchy in your relationship, you called the shots and he (mostly) obeyed your orders, especially with you being his nanny and all. He has quite the sex drive, so you guys try something new often to spice it up.

You two were laying in bed, it was late and about an about an hour before Brahms’ bedtime so you two decided to just lay in bed and read. It wasn’t soon before Brahms was horny, yet again, pressing his hard on against your ass as you read a novel. “ngh” he moaned from the pleasurable friction.

“Please” Brahms pleads, voice full of need.

You look at him, seeing his bare face and kiss him, filled with hunger and need. It was getting heated quickly, his hands exploring your body before groping your tits. He eagerly let you take the lead, letting you take off his clothes.

brahms felt your tongue slide into his mouth, moaning slightly at the feeling. The kiss became more heated, and you gently pushed Brahms to lay down on the bed, straddling him.

He put one finger into your soaked cunt, then two, then three. Your sex easily swallows one after the other. Brahms takes his fingers and you whine at the sudden empty feeling before slowly impaling yourself on his dick.

Brahms whimpers, feeling his cock being swallowed by your cunt, squeezing around him. You start riding him, the perverse wet noises echoing throughout the room. Brahms hands finding your hips, gripping them tightly.

You look into each others eyes, seeing the pure bliss and lust, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. In an effort to chase his orgasm, Brahms starts quickly thrusting and rubbing your clit.

Brahms moans got louder and his breathing became more rapid. You’re right on the edge of your orgasm, leaning on him for support. You orgasm, clenching around his cock and look into his eyes, which sends Brahms over the edge. He thrusts even faster and shoots his hot cum into you, filling you up, whimpering “i love you mommy i love you mommy i love you thank you mommy”. You collapse onto his chest and catch your breaths.

After a while of silence, you say, “Brahms, if you wanted to call me mommy sooner you should’ve told me, I like it y’know.”

“Well I was embarrassed, darling because I didn’t know if you would like it”. Brahms replied, flustered.

You both smile at one another, “I love you Brahmsy”.

“I love you too mommy”

Brahms pecs your lips and you fall asleep in his arms, content.

A/N: sorry this was kinda short and shitty lmao, i tried. and i apologize for ghosting y’all, i have audhd and school sucks. and im a lil rusty :(. anyways tysm for reading :D (posted on my main @daisesanddandelions as well :3)

[attempted--eloquence]

hello again! i have a random little hypothetical scenario question if u had the opportunity to rewrite teen wolf what would u add or change? also i hope u have a great day and a good weekend! :D

Omg, thank you for asking!!! Rant-y incoherence incoming 🚨🚨

One thing I think Teen Wolf needed was more (alive) siblings!!! Whyyyyy were most of the characters only children? I need a sibling dynamic, I need the the pressure of hiding what you are from the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else because they share your blood, I neeeeed the alienation from your sibling while still carrying the burden of being a sibling. I need a human sibling hiding their shapeshifter sibling’s secret from their parents I need a sibling loving their sibling even though they are scared of what they’ve become. PLEASE.

I also wanted more disillusionment and distrust with the Beacon County Sheriff Station and other institutions in Beacon Hills (like the school system, Eichen, etc.). In all of these places, season after season, there were people in power that weaponized their roles in these institutions to manipulate, control, and incite violence against the pack and other shapeshifters. It’s probably asking too much to expect the silly teenage werewolf show to do that — I also acknowledge that there’s a bit of helplessness to the fact that they were teenagers, it’s not like they could do much to fuck the system; and I do think that there are moments of that tension/frustration shown (especially between Stiles and Sheriff) — but I would’ve liked more exploration pre-6b of some of the trauma and violence the pack experienced being systemic rather than just driven by individual bad actors.

On a smaller scale, I wish Donovan got to be part of the chimera pack. He died too soon!! I’m really interested in Donovan’s anger and it would’ve fucking killeddddd if we got to see Theo’s treatment of his anger issues in s5 (other than that one “real pain is emotional pain” scene) vs his treatment of Liam’s IED in s6.

I’m kinda obsessed with Donovan in general and wanted more of him bc I think he could have been such an interesting character foil to Liam. Liam with his IED and how Dr. Geyer, who’s effectively his father figure, introduced him to lacrosse as an outlet and he excels at it. And then Donovan who has all this rage attached to his dad’s shooting and is trying to clumsily follow in his footsteps as a cop but keeps getting in his own way. They seem to have drastically different support systems and environments to me and I’m kinda drooling over the idea of Liam turning his rage inward into self-blame and culpability and Donovan turning his outward, lashing out at everyone who fucks him over. Also the idea of Theo being drawn to the angry characters, the people who get to express their emotions and disenfranchisement in ways he never could.

Also, from a logistical perspective, I wish it was easier to understand the show’s timeline bc the way trying to figure this shit out for fics just does my mf head in every single time fr😭 (I acknowledge it’s probably not that hard to figure out and I am, in fact, just dumb💗)

There’s way more myopic things I could rant about especially pertaining to s5-6 and ✨Theo✨ but these are some overarching things that I think about a lot.

Tysm and I hope you have a great weekend as well!!! :)

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Feb 24th

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1. Eyyyy it's me boyfriend XD (eyyyyy hello again 😊 - Mod C)

I'm here for a fic (I think it's a time travel fic) that I forgot the name of. All I remember is a scene where a village in Lotus Pier was flooded and Yanli, Jiang Cheng, and Wei Ying went to aid the people. Lan Zhan and Jin Zixuan also tagged along but Lan Zhan is openly courting Wei Ying on that fic while Jin Zixuan is being himself

And that's sadly all that I remember 😔. Thank you!

FOUND? This is probably a stretch but #1 isnt And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together), is it?

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2. There was this fic I read sometime ago and it was about how lan Wangji accidentally uses silencing spell on wwx too hard that wwx isn't able to open his mouth again and lan Wangji isn't able to lift the spell. It's during the cloud recesses study arc and the major issues with the permanent silencing spell is that Wei Wuxian isn't able to even eat anything and he can't practice inedia fir long. Please find this fic?

FOUND? 🧡 Couldn't Scream Couldn't Shout by mermorgie (T, 42k, WIP, WangXian, Not for jc stans, i tried to not bash jc too much but like, Muteness, Sign Language, references to selective mutism, Homophobic JC, canon jc characteristics, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Anxiety Attacks, Pining, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Supportive Sibling LXC, JZX Tries, LQR Tries, Protective JZX, Scheming NHS, Bisexual JZX, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, WWX Has ADHD, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Jiāng Family Bashing)

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3. hi !! this is for ficfinder, i'm looking for this modern au with crime elements ?? i think wwx is a thief/pickpocket, and lwj and the lan clan are organised crime ish but art associated. lsz and ljy were also heavily featured as mentees of lwj, wwx makes a playlist. it was multi-chap, probs over 30k. they correspond over email quite a bit, and it's set in multiple cities, there's an entire chap where they talk to each other in logical fallacies and friere is quoted. tysm !!

FOUND! (i’ve got) trouble in mind by seularen (E, 76k, wangxian, JGY/LXC, modern w magic, heist au, thief WWX, forger LWJ, consigliere JGY, epistolary, long-distance relationship, d/d elements, Canon wangxian kinks, happy ending)

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4. Brain cannot brain rn so I need you guys' help finding a fic

So like, it was a Canon divergent fic where wwx submitted himself to the clans and was ordered to be cleansed of resentful energy in order to... prove he wasn't corrupted? Something like that? For the Wens? And it was ritual dual cultivation. He was sent blindfolded to a room so he couldn't tell who it would be (it was lwj, of course.) Wwx knew it wouldn't exactly work cuz he didn't have a core, but he did it anyway.

There was a second.... part? Chapter? The was from Lwj's pov of after, where he finds out about the core, then JC? A Jiang disciple? Shows up to tell them to get their asses to the conference hall because JGS is being JGS and this whole thing was mostly just a distraction

That's all I can remember, thanks for the help!

Hi 👋 4 from the latest fic finder, a friend on discord found the fic I was looking for! It was 'the meaning of the ritual' by newamsterdam

FOUND! the meaning of the ritual by newamsterdam (E, 8k, wangxian, Explicit Sexual Content, Blindfolds, Light Bondage, Ritual Sex, Canon Divergence, Let LWJ Fuck the YLLZ 2k19, First Time Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings)

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5. I'm hoping you can help me find a fic.I haven't had any luck searching for it. I think it's a time travel fic. At one point it's during the Cloud Recesses classes. Jiang Fengmian is the Chief Cultivator and comes to talk to Jiang Cheng. They're talking in Nie Huaisang's room and he and Lan Xichen are standing outside it. Jin Zixuan walks by talking loudly about Jiang Yanli in a really rude way and Jiang Fengmian hears him and comes out to confront him. Any help would be appreciated!

FOUND! We'll Build A Dynasty (one the heavens can't shake) by One_eyed_God (T, 66k, wangxian, WQ & WWX, WN & WWX, JYL & WWX, canon typical Jiang family dynamics, BAMF WWX, Canon JC Characteristics, POV Outsider, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, WWX is a Wēn, Sect Leader WWX, Genius WWX, The Casual Intimacy of Hand-Holding, A Love Letter to WWX, Minor JYL/LXC, Not JC Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It) the scene described happens about a third of the way into the first chapter

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6. Hello and I hope I'm doing this right. I remember this fic that's set in the modern setting and mo xuanyu is recently married (engaged?) To lan zhan but wei ying takes over the body and then just decides to follow along. Lan Zhan ends up finding out that it's a different soul and ends up falling in love with him. I don't remember the name and I hope you can find it if it's not deleted. Thank you! @nightshade2017

FOUND! Write It on My Neck by diamondbruise (E, 23k, wangxian, A/B/O, Transmigration, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Fake Marriage, Falling In Love, Jealousy, Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Spanking, usual wangxian cnc elements, Misunderstandings)

is it a transfiguration as opposed to resurrection?

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7. hello! love what you’re doing with the blog! i need help finding a fic: i remember it was lqr pov and at one point lwj left the lan sect behind to go to the burial mounds and lqr and some other elders go to investigate and find o ur lwj and wwx married and adopted a gaggle of children. i remember lqr nagging on lwj for disrespecting lan rules bcs he was wearing like too many adornments and spoiling the kids. also the rabbits had their own pen in there.

FOUND? 🔒 Unpack Your Heart by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 22k, wangxian, Romance, Everybody Lives, Canon Divergence, LWJ Has Feelings, Protective LWJ, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Wangxian in Love, YLLZ WWX, Lan Clan Elders are Assholes, Minor Transgender Character, Qiongqi Path Divergence, LWJ loves his bunnies)

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8. Hello! I'm looking for a fic which I cannot remember the name of. The main things I remember are that Meng Yao stays for the Cloud recesses lectures and roommates with Nie Huaisang. The only scene I can remember is Nie Huaisang ends up mudering a Jin disciple who tried to kill Meng Yao with a rope. Wei Wuxian ends up finding them afterwards and getting help right after.

FOUND? somewhere to belong by KouriArashi (T, 62k, LXC/JGY, JGY & NHS, wangxian, JGY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Friendship, Developing Relationship, Families of Choice, Class Issues, Bullying, Light Angst, Politics, Eventual Plot, Happy Ending)

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9. Hello, I am looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian is not brought into the body of Mo Xuanyu. Rather a random cultivator does the ritual instead as revenge for killing his family in the nightless city. His terms are for Wei Wuxian to despair, so naturally WWX finds Lan Wangji and falls in love only for the ritual wounds to start trying to kill him for not despairing. He nearly loses his arm before they figure out how to save him. Happy ending.

There's also a few bits about WWX trying to get the sword of his body's og owner to come around and work with him. @shinyobsessed

FOUND! A Storm of Laughter in the Stillness of the Jingshi by OnlyMeAndMyBones, 2nd in series (T, 74k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, injury, recovery, mental illness, depression, PTSD, rehabilitation, slow burn, empathy, guilt, forgiveness, suicidal thoughts)

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10. Hi! Can someone help me find this fic, please?

Lan Wangji is a post-war-soldier and nowadays is actually helping people to adopt a therapeutic “bunnie”. A man named Wei Ying goes there trying to find a bunnie to adopt, lwj get supper mad because this “man” is loud and disastrous and ask (order) him to go out of there. Later he learns with lxc that “Wei Ying” is actually Wei Wuxian, one of the most dangerous people from the war.

Lwj gets sad about his treatment towards wwx, because both of them are very traumatized by the war. That’s the beginning for their future relationship. It’s setting in modern setting too.

Thank you! @weicongee

FOUND? Recovery by Unforth (G, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rabbit Breeder LWJ, Veteran LWJ, Veteran WWX, PTSD, therapy animals, Therapy Rabbits, LWJ is an Asshole Sometimes, Doctor WQ, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Former Prisoner of War WWX, LXC is a Good Brother, Gray Asexual LWJ, Anxiety Disorder)

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11. Hi hi! There's a modern au fic I'm looking for that I can't find no matter how many tag searches I do! It's a modern au where wwx gets drunk and sad bc he loves lwj and he doesn't think he cares for him back. Nhs calls lwj for a rise home for him, but wwx doesn't know its him and "services" him on the way home if you know what I mean

I think it ends with nhs texting one of them to talk to each other so they finally get together

FOUND!🔒Nie Huaisang plays cupid like a baller by KizuKatana (M, 10k, WangXian, Accidental drunken confession, Dirty Talk, sort of mistaken identity, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, so much pining, So many tropes)

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12. hello i am looking for a fic where lan wangji is a stripper and wei wuxian is the bodyguard who is protective of him, and it was probably xianwang @ahiku-chan

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13. hi! Last year I read a fic where Wei Ying is kept imprisoned or like in an unresponsive state in Jin Guangyao’s secret room behind the mirror. He’s accidentally consumes/cursed with a spell that requires him to have sex to stay alive? Jin Guangyao then calls Jiang Cheng to pick him up and they return to Lotus Pier where after a couple of days Wei Ying like I have to leave cause I don't deserve to be here. Lan Zhan then finds him in a state of delirium. That was the last update then. Thank you sm

FOUND? 🔒 The Return series by LtLJ (G, 63k, JC & WWX, wangxian, WWX & WQ, WN & WQ, Canon Divergence, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, YLLZ WWX, BAMF LWJ, five year old JL, ten year old LSZ, ten year old LJY, discussion of a canon suicide attempt, canon-typical curses, Angry sabre spirits, BAMF Everybody, Complicated Relationships, they're trying but they aren't there yet, BAMF NHS, Canon-Typical Behavior, Hurt/Comfort, WQ Lives, WWX & WQ Friendship, BFFs)

FOUND? till our ribs get tough by feelslikefire (E, 38k, JC/WWX, wangxian, WIP, Dubious Consent, Forced Feminization, magical pussy, Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, Possessive Behavior, Breeding Kink, Canon Divergence, Top JC, Top LWJ, Bottom WWX, Bondage, bondage via Zidian, Dubcon Somnophilia, WWX has possessive boyfriends but luckily he's into it, Intercrural Sex, Cunnilingus, Anal Sex, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Dirty Talk, Porn With Plot, Oral Sex, Rough Sex) It has fuck or die and starts with Wei Wuxian being kept in the secret room

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14. Hi! I'm looking for a fic that I clicked on in tumblr (possibly through your page, I have no clue) read about half the first chapter put my phone down and then reloaded the app it went all the way back to the top of the feed, never to see the fic again 😭

It was a Canon divergence AU, WWX thought Something Was Probably Up when he got the invite to JL's one month celebration so went in disguise as a woman, and the first line was him hitting on LWJ, who obviously twigged almost right away and took him to an inn, and that was all I got to.

Sorry it's not much to go on but hopefully someone recognises it! Thank yooou 💕 @scenicpixie

FOUND! My Leaves Reach Ever for the Sun by nonplussed (T, 26k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fix-It, Crossdressing, Idiots in Love, Sharing a Bed, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

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15. hi can u plshelp me find this fic it's driving me crazy as i don't remember the name

Basically wwx and lwj are already married but wwx wears a mask all the time and tbh they barely get to see each other like during the cave scene here lwj kept on deliriously calling his name they then kissed for the first time (they were already married during this)and then lwj pushed him away like literally ...

also they like had sex for the first time at where wwx was sitting w his ghost girls(they were already married during this too)...the ghost girls were still there this time lwj jus appeared wwx waxed poetry abt him jus standing there(who woudnt)he indirectly told wwx to not commit infidelity wwx seductively walked to him seduced him they fucked then wwx pushed him away literally and yea lwj went away

also wwx had adopted some babies too at the end i rmb

and yea during all this wwx wore tht fucking mask

FOUND? sounds like A Price to Pay by wangxianist which unfortunately has been deleted. 😭

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16. hellooo, i'm looking for a fic where wei ying came from new york (i think) it was somewhere in america to china. wei ying lives with lan zhan along with his uncle and brother. i still remember a scene where lan zhan asked wei ying to take off his shoes but he misunderstood and took off his pants instead lol. thanks!!!

FOUND? The Fifth Type of Non-Contact Force by Caixx (Not Rated, 83k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Fluff and Humor, Actually Somewhat Canon, Mutual Pining, Horny Teenagers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Graphic Smut)

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17. Hi, I'm not sure if this is how this works. If I'm doing it wrong please let me know.

I've been looking everywhere for a story where Wei Ying is a reincarnated phoenix and doesn't know it. He eventually finds out and because of everything he goes through, he's taken over by the pheonix, and the firebird part of him wants to destroy the world.

I remember the sects locked him in the Gusu caves while they tried to find out how to control him.

Eventually Lan Zhan figures out a loophole where the Phoenix/firebird agrees to hold off until Lan Zhan dies...and then Lan Zhan cultivates immortality as a loophole. I remember it was on AO3 and was complete.

I'd be grateful for any help you guys could give me. @vitolieltrue

FOUND? Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, angst, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, no non-con, dreamsharing, politics, people making the best decisions they can, epic length, mythical creature WWX, canon-typical violence, dark, happy ending)

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18. Hii i have a fic i cant seem to find anymore T_T. It was modern, explicit, with genderbent wangxian and pretty much just smut. I have this vivid recollection of butch lan wangji with short hair sitting in a bar (?). Then (but this might be me confusing two fics together tbh) they agreed to a deal where lwj showed wwx how to kiss, how to be intimate etc, and theyd have lessons at lwj's house every few days or such.

FOUND! throw the keys back by dustyloves (E, 31k, wangxian, F/F, Gender Changes, Cisswap, Modern, College/University, The Porn Is the Plot, Virginity Kink, Dom/sub, Teacher/Student Roleplay, Sexting, Dirty Talk, Non-Consensual Spanking, Mild Painplay, Mutual Pining, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Under-negotiated Kink, despite the tags it's actually quite soft)

NOT FOUND! sideways by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 20k, wangxian, F/F, Modern, Cisswap, butch dyke LWJ, Casual Sex, not so casual sex, many many orgasms, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, strap-on sex, So much kissing, WWX gets rekt, straight girl WWX, except for how she isn't)

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19. For the fic finder, I saw someone mention a fic in which after LWJ and WWX wander off with their donkey in the novel epilogue, they come back and find that LWJ's been voted Chief Cultivator behind his back. He does not take this well. Does anyone know of it? @kedaliya

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20. Hey I'm looking for this fic where either WY or LZ is a camboy and the other accidentally finds the account. They subscribe and continues to watch their channel behind their back.

But the camboy eventually finds out and they have a fight regarding respect and boundaries. All is well in the end but the camboy is extremely disappointed the other went behind his back to watch his channel and pretended like he didn't know anything. The other party apologises.

Does it ring any bell? @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

FOUND? For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm (E, 170k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Pining, Porn, like in the writing and also as a plot point, onlyfans au, repressed LWJ, sex worker WWX, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Background ChengQing, background NieLan, background XuanLi, Nonbinary NHS)

FOUND? ❤️ All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 52k, wangxian, modern, reincarnation, sugar daddy, kink negotiation, gentle dom LWJ) HGBun has reached immortality and finally finds WWX reincarnated

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[star-writes-fanfiction]

:: p e t e r . p :: ☆ :: h e a d c a n o n s ::

I'M IMAGINING A COLLEGE PETER - NOT A MINOR. ALL CHARACTERS ARE WRITTEN AS CONSENTING ADULTS.

~☆ sfw °~

》 if you guys live together, you'd probably split up the house chores. For example, Peter would cook, and you would clean.

》 I feel like you would be friends with Mj and Ned, so even though Peter was forgotten about, he'd be able to connect with them and build a great friendship again.

》 you guys totally have games nights at someone's dorm, like drinking or playing monopoly (or both). Mj probably wins most of the time.

》 Christmas time is literally be the funniest thing ever. Like, you and Peter have contests to buy each other the most ridiculous gift.

》 just try and convince me Peter isn't on the spectrum. You can't (he's probably twice exceptional, gifted and autistic).

》 morning coffee runs with Peter >>>>

》 he also goes to the gym frequently (imagine him doing that copying snaps trend *not me already planning the fanfic for it lmao* bro has the nicest arms you'll ever see)

~☆ nsfw °~

》 he gives major soft dom vibes. Like, he'd be a top, but he would never want to hurt you (unless you asked nicely) *ahem*.

》 he wouldn't have any major kinks. Maybe praise, but I think he wouldn't really mind as long as it made you happy. So if you have any kinks, he'd probably try them. I feel like a daddy/mommy kink wouldn't apply with his family status though, and he'd probably end up crying naked on your bed.

》 he's big on foreplay, leaving marks on your neck and thighs and stuff. I'd say that's where he's at his cheekiest - he'd intentionally leave them where people would say, so where he lacks dominance, he just shows possessiveness instead.

》 aftercare would probably be minimal. He'd definitely give you hugs and kisses and stuff, but he likely didn't make you hurt that bad, so there isn't much care to be taken anyway.

》 he'd try to help you study, but you'd look so cute when you're concentrated that he wanted to teach you something else. 😉

Omg send help I love this man too much. Like and rb like always, I have an announcement to make soon (literally in 5 minutes) so check my pinned post. Tysm for my new fans and supporters!! It feels so good to have loyal readers. <3 requests are open as always.

-star ✨️

[tsarisfanfiction]

HELLO you wrote that Lee fic about him being held captive??? I binged it recentky and its AMAZING!! TYSM FOR WRITING IT!!

legit your fics actually got me interested in michael yew and lee fletcher..and now im suffering bc they're minor characters with limited number of fics 😭😭

Yup, that's me! (With a lot of enabling and support from @stereden who is the entire reason the fic exists!)

Glad you're enjoying it so far :D I love playing with the Apollo cabin, and Michael and Lee in particular are grabbing my attention at the moment which is why they keep featuring... That is the pain with getting invested in minor canon characters, though. I've fallen into that many times, and I've fallen into it again here. Hopefully I'll be writing them a fair bit more in the future, though!

[rkivefr]

⊹𓈒⠀ ˙ Ⳋ thank you for 1000 !

UMMM TYSM FOR 1K?! idek what to say ? i made this account not to long ago and i never thought i would get anywhere 😭 but im so thankful for everyone i have met on here and everyone that has supported me from the beginning, thank you so much i love you 🤍 also sorry for not posing as much, school has been stressing me out but i will try to post and be active more <3 ilysm ty again !

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[jaykinarts]

🎧 Takin' Over The Asylum Merch Interest Checks !!

All characters belong to Donna Francheschild

Hi everyone!! After long wait the TOTA merch interest checks is here!! <33 Tysm to everyone who helped me and supported me ( @princeloww and the rest of TOTA DISC!!! ILY GUYS SM SOBS)

Reminder: These are just interest checks to see how much items I should produce before Pre orders!! (because these esp the keychains take super long to make and I wouldn't want people to wait if I do produce on order :C ) I'll be checking this til tomorrow ish so that I can start early on production :>

I will be selling these on Etsy ( for international ) and Shoppee (For Reigonal) , though this is my first time selling anything so please bare with me! I will do my best to make sure its hassle free for you all, if anything happens with your order just message me.

Pins: 1.75" Matte Button Pin

Keychains: Acrylic with Epoxy Resin and Glitter Finish + Star Clasp

Stickers: Die Cut, Matte

Print: 7x7 Satin Photo Paper

Here are the mockups of the products :> !!

Here are close ups of the designs :> !!

Answer the Interest Check Form ! ( https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdl8-H4IeGl_uAQYdn0ATKP17emWJbMedQ0o5I7Exqs0tgC5A/viewform?usp=sf_link )

Ty again smm !! I hope that you're all as excited for this as I am !! <33

[tdillustrates]

ATTENTION MOOTIES!!!

I am going to do a MASSIVE drawing of all of your characters together with me because I want to thank you so much for your support!!! Send your character/persona/picture of yourself and you'll be part of an AMAZING "Mootie mural"!!!

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Again- tysm for your support! and I hope you have an awesome day >:D