#I really wish i could write like a proper fic but outside of this kind of format I am abysmal at writing
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PLA Dad Ingo and Uncle Emmet AU part 2
so here's part 2! I have such PLA brainrot its unbelievable...I blame my weakness for found family, especially the accidental child acquisition variety XD You can read part 1 here! I have also decided that Akari is not Dawn. I'm also aware I should probably name this au but I honestly cannot think of anything.
Back in Hisui Akari throws herself into the pokedex research, helping Volo along the way by capturing the likes of Heatran, Regigigas, Cresselia and receiving their plates as well. It's slow going but Akari is determined to get it done.
Those around her such as Rei and Laventon worry she is overworking herself in order to distract herself from Warden Ingo's absence. Akari denies this when asked but deep down she knows they're right. However she still refuses to listen to their urging to take it easy.
Akari rarely rests, running herself into the ground over the weeks to get closer to completing her goal. Volo who in the poor girls mind is one of the few people she can trust plays the perfect confidant, subtly manipulating Akari so that her attention shifts less on finding pokemon and more so on finding the plates. Two months after Ingo's departure there's only two plates left to find the ghost plate and the fist plate.
Of course Akari doesn't know Volo has had the ghost plate all along, the man in question is very pleased with their fast progress and thinks to himself perhaps he should have gotten rid of Ingo himself earlier if it meant Akari would listen so easily to him. Not that there's much to be done now Warden Ingo is gone and isn't going to be a problem anymore (That's what he thinks)
In fact the only way Akari properly rests these days is when Lady Sneasler finds her if she's in the highlands (Sneasler finds her every time). The noble will find Akari put her in her basket and carry her to her den and promptly depsoit her amongst her newest kits who excited to see one of their babysitters shower her with affection and then fall asleep on her. This leaves Akari with no choice but to stay there so as not to disturb them. She knows Sneasler is trying to look out for her in Ingo's stead so she can't be too upset when the noble tricks her into resting.
Due to Ingo's absence Akari not wanting to potentially cause tensions between Jublife and the Clans Akari is forced to return to Jublife more often. She knows she could still use Ingo's tent but finds herself unable to stay there because she misses him so much. She does however take one of his spare tunics and keeps it in her house in Jublife.
Sometimes when the whispers get too much or after she's forced into a meeting with Kammado (Rei, Cyllene and Laventon refuse to let her be alone with him, Akari is very grateful) she'll hug it close. As much as Akari misses him she can't regret sending him back to his brother.
Its two weeks later Akari finally works up the courage to face Kammado at Volo's urging. The crafty merchant gently tells her that she needs to face her fear so she can prove to herself Kammado can't pull a stunt like he did again. Akari while not entirely convinced agrees if only becomes Volo has always been kind to her and the fact he promises to stay nearby just in case.
Volo smirks to himself as he watches Akari face and defeat Kammado and subsequently receive the fist plate, it really has been too easy to manipulate the girl while she's missing the Warden. He tells Akari to meet him at the Temple of Sinnoh and she agrees saying she'll meet him there in two days time. Not knowing his true intentions and just how much danger she is in.
Meanwhile back in the present Emmet and Ingo after a hasty call to Elesa about Ingo's return and a request for her to ask Skyla when the next flight to Sinnoh will be the two begin to prepare for their Journey.
This of course means not 10 minutes after his call Elesa is at their door and sweeping the two of them into a hug before yelling at Ingo for disappearing and worrying them all for so long. Emmet leaves Ingo to explain himself to their best friend and sister and continues to prepare for going to Sinnoh.
Elesa at first wants to come with them but the twins gently remind her that Nimbasa city cannot be left without all of them for long and they do not know how long they will be gone for. Elesa reluctantly agrees on the condition the twins keep her updated as much as possible. They agree and spend a few days with Elesa as they make arrangements for the battle subway and such. Elesa agrees to take care of the pokemon they're not bringing and also agrees to manage the press while they're both away.
The two make their way to Mistralton City to meet Skyla. The gym leader is ready to go on their arrival and the twins waste no time. During the flight they learn all they can about Sinnoh's legendary pokemon and agree the best place to start is with the legendary lake trio after Ingo reveals that an item called the red chain was made from items received during trials with Lake guardians to help tame Dialga and Palkia. The two however are unable to find anything about the Temple of Sinnoh but agree to check out Spear Pillar on Mt Coronet due to the location.
It's through their research they learn about the story of creation and how Arceus and the world came to be. Based off what little Akari told him about her 'mission' and coupled with the presence of her Arc-phone in the past Ingo concludes that Arceus is most likely responsible for Akari ending up in Hisui. Though Ingo is still unsure of how exactly he ended up in Hisui. Emmet on the other is downright gleeful that they are potentially going to fight a god(he deserves to work through all his emotions due to past and current events and beating a god would be very good catharsis for him).
Once landing in Jublife the two get to work making their way to Lake Verity first. They stop to rest in Sandgem town and this is where Ingo and Emmet meet Lucas on their way to the pokemon centre. Ingo is struck by how much Lucas resembles Rei and while at the pokecentre the two end up striking up conversation with him. When they find out he is helping out professor Rowan the two ask if he knows anything about Mespirit, Azelf and Uxie. Lucas is happy to help them when they explain they are simply researching Legendary pokemon and their interest has brought them to Sinnoh. Of course it helps that the twins in turn tell Lucas the tale of Reshiram and Zekrom, who is enthralled and thanks them profusely.
After talking with Lucas and resting for the night the two make their way to the lake and to Ingo's surprise find Mespirit waiting for them. The two stick close to each other while Ingo explains why they are here. Mespirit is the being of emotion and questions Emmet on his feelings during is brothers absence and reappearance. Emmet answers freely and Ingo feels awful for putting his brother through all that with his unscheduled departure but it's Mespirits final question that catches them both off guard, because they thougt the answer was obvious.
Mespirit asks Emmet why he seems to care so much for a girl he's never met. To the twins who before Ingos abrupt disappearance had always been together its a very innocuous question. Emmet simply responds "I am Emmet, my brother is verrrry important to me, of course I would align my tracks and care for someone he does" Ingo is touched nonetheless that his brother already cares greatly for Akari. They do not receive a piece to make the red chain but they do leave with Mespirit's approval. That has to count for something. The brothers don't let a small change in tracks derail them. They press on.
The two head to Lake Valor next in search of Azelf and this time its Ingo who is put to the test. Azelf is brutal in its endeavor to test Ingo's will, Ingo however is unyielding nothing is stopping him from getting back to his daughter and bringing her home, mission assigned to her by Arceus or not. She was a child his child, Akari was coming home with them no matter what. He pours all his frustration at the situation that he and Akari were forced in into passing Azelf's trial and it pays off. He passes the trial with Emmet applauding him and that only leaves one guardian left Uxie. Again they do not receive Azelf's piece for the red chain but leave with its blessing.
So they begin to travel to Lake Acuity intent on facing the final guardian before the try to track down Dialga or Palkia. At this point they've been in Sinnoh for around a month. Emmet can see the toll this taking on his brother, can see the urgency in his brother's actions as he rushes through safety checks and does his best to comfort him. Emmet has never been great at talking that had always been Ingo but he does know how to put his brother at ease. So for most of their journey he goes into detail about his strategies to beat Arceus into the ground, cheerfully citing that since his wonderful Electross has the levitate ability (I know abilities aren't a thing in legends but this my au and I say they will) and therefore has no weaknesses for Arceus to exploit unless the damn thing has mold-breaker. It has the intended effect and soon he and Ingo are bickering good-naturedly about type matchups and strategies as they travel.
Ingo knows what his brother is doing and is very thankful for it. It makes their long trek up the snowy path to Lake Acuity pass by quicker, though when they rest for the evening there are some nights where Ingo lays awake worrying. Is Akari resting enough, are the villagers leaving her alone, is she eating properly? A million worries zip through his mind like a runaway train. There's a sinking feeling in his gut that tells him she needs his help and Ingo would be dammed if he didn't get to her in time.
When they finally arrive at Lake Acuity they've been in Sinnoh for just under two months and meeting with Uxie confirms Ingo's worst fears. Uxie is the guardian of the mind and is able to communicate with Ingo and Emmet with it taking less of a toll on him. Uxie has no trial for them instead the pokemon explains why they have not received the items from its counterparts.
"The rulers of time and space will come when you call for them at the top of spear pillar, the lost one is in need of you. Their are powerful forces at play. The creator and the banished each have their own agenda. The lost one has been betrayed once more."
The guardian's words alone are enough to send Ingo into a deadly rage, the conductor spits out countless threats about Kammado and Beni, promising hell if they'd dared harm is child once more.
This leaves Emmet to be calm collected twin for once (he isn't sure he likes it). His own anger accumulating inside but Emmet shoves it down, Ingo and his niece both needed him to keep a level head, there would be a time to work out his own anger just not now. While Ingo is busy going feral, Emmet decides to ask the million dollar question of who exactly has betrayed the niece he has yet to meet. Uxie's reply is simply "The merchant" it tells them.
Ingo goes still and feels mouth go dry. His mind playing back to the times Volo appeared to ask questions about both his and Akari's experience beyond the rift. His weird fixation on the rift and the events surrounding it in general. How he was always around to conveniently help when it was needed. His vested interest and need of Akari even after the rift was shut. It makes Ingo's blood boil to the point his pokeballs are shaking as his pokemon respond to his volatile emotions as he snarls. "Volo you bastard"
Emmet is worried for a moment his brother may fully lose it then and there taken aback by his cursing, but after a few moments Ingo takes in a shaky breath and releases it. Then in voice contorted with a carefully controlled fury he looks his brother in the eye and says. "All aboard Emmet we make our tracks for Mt. Coronet and nothing will derail us from our destination."
Emmet can do nothing, would do nothing else but follow his brother as Ingo whirls around to make for the exit of the cavern, his black coat billowing behind him. This Volo character won't know what hit them when the two of them show up. Emmet doubted there'd be much of a person left if Akari was hurt when they got there by the time Ingo and himself were done with them.
The journey to Spear Pillar is a blur to Ingo, his barely concealed rage is simmering just beneath the surface held together only by the thought of getting to Akari on time and Emmet's reassuring presence at his side. He is grateful to find both Dialga and Palkia waiting for them within what is now Spear Pillar. They are both stamping at the ground seemingly agitated in response to Ingo and Emmet's own emotions and summoned by their urgency. Without needing to ask the two legendary beasts roar and power surges through the temple. A portal appears as wind whips around them and neither twin hesitates to step in.
"Hang on Akari we're coming"
Phew, man I thought my last post was long...this one is even longer I feel. There's definitely going to be another part to this. I originally planned to end this with them arriving and like an epic line by Emmet. I'm still including the line in the next part but if I got to that point here it'd be a mile long. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this!
Part 3 can now be found here!
#pokemon legends arceus#pokemon legends ingo#pokemon legends akari#Emmet#dad ingo#uncle emmet#submas#blankshippers dni#pla#au#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#I really wish i could write like a proper fic but outside of this kind of format I am abysmal at writing#found family#volo#lake guardians#dad ingo propaganda#Yes I decided to let both twins go a bit feral#cause why not they both deserve it#its a treat#let them both swear dammit#I almost had them meet prof rowan as well as lucas but that would've made this even longer than it is now#may do a sidepost on it idk#ideally the whole bit with palkia and dialga would be better described but I lack the ability to translate that from my mind effectively#there will be more feral Emmet in the next part I know it's kind of lacking here but one of them needed to find out who was in a beatdown
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May I request a Fic where readers Birthday lands near Christmas. My own falls on the day after. Reader constantly pretending like it doesn’t get annoying when people don’t separate their birthday from Christmas. How would Hobie remedy this?
Sorry this took so long! I loved writing this and I hope it was accurate to what you were asking for. Thanks for requesting! <3
Hobie Brown x GN!Reader ☆ Masterlist ☆ Taglist
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BEEP BEEP BEEP
You woke up shaking your head, rubbing your eyes with a yawn. It was bright outside, light snow peppered along the glass of the windows, letting in enough of the sun to leave you blinded for a moment.
You glanced over at your beeping alarm clock and shut it off with a groan. You must've forgotten to turn it off.
It was the day after Christmas and everyone had gone back home, the holiday season basically over. Your living room was littered with wrapping paper you hadn't picked up from the night before, with a few little present you'd gotten from your friends here and there.
It had been a nice day. In fact, you'd enjoyed it a lot.
The only problem was...today was your birthday.
And no one remembered.
Well...that wasn't necessarily true. Some remembered, but they'd wished you yesterday, rather than today, mashing your birthday up with Christmas and calling it a "double-whammy". Telling you you were so lucky to have your birthday fall so close to one of the "best days of the year."
But you didn't really feel lucky.
Ever year your birthday was forgotten or disregarded, often ending with some of your friends completely forgetting how old you were in the first place. You couldn't count on your fingers how many times your friends had gotten your age messed up because they'd forgotten your birthday had passed just the day after Christmas.
They'd apologize of course, but it didn't feel the same.
It felt like your birthday was something...boring. Unremarkable. Unnecessary.
And over the years, you'd eventually stopped celebrating it as much, not really paying mind to the years passing by, each time with fewer and fewer birthday wishes and surprise calls.
And you expected today to be exactly the same.
You tiredly stumbled down the stairs, stretching your arms out clumsily as you noticed your boyfriend standing in the kitchen, cooking something.
"Hobes?" you called out curiously, walking over and peering over his shoulder to glance at whatever he was making. "What're you doing?"
"Jus' makin' ya a proper birthday breakfast. Y'like flapjacks right?" He asked offhandedly, flipping over the pancake with a swish of his wrist.
Your eyes widened slightly and you couldn't help but feel your heart jump. "A birthday breakfast?" you asked softly.
"O'course. It is your birthday, right? I didn't mess it up?" He asked quickly, gazing at your expression to make sure he was right. "What? Were you expecting me to forget?"
"No, no, I just-" you stopped yourself. "Yeah. I kind of thought you'd forget." You said with a slight smile.
"How could I forget my dove's birthday?" he asked with a hearty laugh, tossing one of the pancakes onto a plate for you. "I got ya a present too"
"you already got me a present though?"
"That was for Christmas. Christmas isn't the same as y'birthday, darling." He said with a smile, pouring an ample amount of syrup over your perfect pancakes. "Your birthday’s much more special."
"You think so?" You asked with a sparkle in your eyes as you took the plate from him, grinning at the little smily face he'd made.
"Are ya mad? O'course it is! Your birthday is one of the most special days of the year." He said, pouring the batter over the pan once again and adjusting his little apron around his waist.
"Everyone else left already though." You said a little dejectedly, grabbing a fork from the counter. "It's the day after Christmas, everyone'll be out of the spirit. It's kind of a crappy time to have a birthday-"
"Don't say that" he cut you off, pointing his finger at you. "It's the perfect time to have a birthday. Everyone else is off doin' other crap, so it's just you and me!" he put his arm around you, pulling you a little closer with a smile. "Sound fun?"
You laughed, burying your face in his shoulder and hugging him. "You're amazing."
"I try." he responded quietly, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back. "Now eat your breakfast. I've got the best day planned for you, lovey."
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#kind of a crappy ending sorry :(#but I hope you enjoyed it!!#this was so fun to write#hobie brown x reader#atsv#across the spiderverse#hobie brown#spiderman atsv#spiderman#beyond the spiderverse#atsv hobie#across the spider verse#spider punk#hobie brown x you#hobie brown x y/n#hobie brown x female reader#hobie brown x gn!reader#hobie x reader#spider punk x reader#hobie spiderverse#hobart brown#hobie x you#hobie x y/n#hobie x fem!reader#hobie x gn!reader#x reader#gender neutral reader#fem reader#fluff#hobie fluff
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souyo + soulmates?
I may have gone a little overboard with this one lmao. It's a little over 3k words - I honestly could write a whole fic with this concept. I used my favorite Soulmate AU trope for this - the one where anything you write on your skin gets transferred to your soulmate's skin as well (the only thing that tops it for me is when injuries transfer - that works more for the benefit of angst though)
Yosuke excitedly grabbed a pen from his desk, going over to his bed, and sitting cross-legged down on it. He placed the tip of it onto his forearm, writing out one simple word.
Hello
He stared down at it, as if waiting for something to happen.
It was his tenth birthday - the day he had been waiting for for such a long time. It was the day he finally got to get into contact with his soulmate. Everything that he wrote on his skin would subsequently appear on his soulmate’s skin - that was, everything that he wrote aside from his own name - at least until his soulmate heard him say it. For whatever reason, those words wouldn’t get transferred over. That made it significantly harder to find your soulmate, although it was still possible. For children with next to no resources though, it wasn’t something that typically could happen.
After a few minutes of constant staring, a black dot appeared just beneath where he had written. He watched with bated breath as the character was formed in penmanship that seemed out of place next to his own, messy handwriting.
Hello
Yosuke’s heart was pounding in his chest. They had answered him. This person who he was supposed to be connected with for the rest of his life had just said his first words to him.
He hesitated briefly, thinking about what he wanted to say, before putting the pen down on his arm again.
I wish I could tell you my name, but we’re soulmates! I’m really excited to talk to you
There was only a small pause before more words started appearing on his skin. It was kind of odd just watching them show up, seemingly without any outside input.
It is odd to not be able to say my name. It doesn’t feel like a proper introduction. I’m excited to talk to you too.
I guess my first question is if you’re a guy or a girl
The handwriting was very neat and precise, and they were talking so formally, he was leaning more toward girl.
Guy. What about you?
He wasn’t entirely expecting that, but he shrugged it off. He would probably be able to relate better to a guy anyway. Soulmates could be either romantic or platonic. He guessed this was just a case of it being platonic then.
I’m a guy too. How old are you? I just turned 10
I’m still nine, but I’ll be ten in about a month.
That settled some amount of uncertainty that had worked its way into his gut. Part of him had been worried that his soulmate was older than him and just hadn’t bothered to get into contact with him. Today was actually the first day that they would have been able to talk.
Yosuke thought for a few seconds. He wanted to get to know him a little bit more.
What are you doing right now?
I was just starting my homework.
What’re you gonna do after?
I’m not sure yet. I just got a new book though, so I might start reading that.
Homework and then reading. That wasn’t something Yosuke could ever visualize himself ever doing. How different were they if that was his plan for the night?
What’s the book about?
As they kept writing, he was quickly realizing a problem. They were both writing fairly small, but there was only so much room on his arm to keep adding things.
As he was writing a synopsis of the book, Yosuke stood up, walking to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth, getting it wet with warm water and soap. He started rubbing at some of the words on his arm, erasing some of it to make room for the new conversations. He supposed that doing this was just going to be a part of talking with his soulmate.
They spent the rest of the night talking with each other, getting to know each other’s hobbies and interests.
His soulmate seemed to spend a lot of time reading and studying. Apparently he went to a cram school most nights. He participated in the soccer team at his school, but that was about the only thing he could relate to him on.
Even so, he was really enjoying talking to him. They were different, but it wasn’t a bad different.
As it reached 8 o’clock, his soulmate informed him that he needed to start getting ready for bed. Yosuke was disappointed, but didn’t fight him on it. There was one last thing he wanted to ask though.
Before you go, what exactly should I call you?
What do you mean?
I can’t just go around calling you my soulmate. That’s no good.
Oh. I don’t really care. Whatever you want to.
Yosuke thought about it for a few seconds, one word coming to mind.
Partner.
Partner?
We’re supposed to be linked together our whole lives, so you’re my partner in life.
There was a several second pause.
All right. Partner it is.
Yosuke smiled to himself as he stared down at the words written in someone else’s handwriting on his arm.
Good night, Partner. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Good night.
Yosuke leaned back against his pillow, staring up at the ceiling, his chest so warm. He had good feelings for the future.
After a few minutes, he stretched his arms up, blinking in surprise. He hadn’t realized it while they were talking, but he was absolutely covered in ink. Talking to him was going to be a messy process, he supposed.
- - -
Over the years, the two of them kept up a consistent line of communication. It got to the point where he couldn’t even imagine living his life without him there.
They had come to an agreement that they wouldn’t try and figure out each other’s identities - if they were supposed to meet, then they would. They didn’t have to force it.
Besides, it was kind of nice to have someone who knew what was going on in his life who wasn’t actually involved in it. He always had someone to talk to about what was happening who didn’t necessarily have a personal stake in any of it. It just was good to get all his thoughts and feelings out.
And he often did the same thing in return. He felt like he knew things that no one else knew about him. From how overwhelmed he sometimes got from his parents’ expectations of him, to how he felt like all of his friendships were surface level at best, to how anxious he sometimes got when thinking about the future.
He really liked those nights when they would talk about things like that. He liked getting to know who he really was.
He liked how he would sometimes look down at his hand to see that he had drawn a little doodle for him - usually it was a cat. He loved drawing cats for some reason.
Through everything though, he oftentimes wondered what he looked like or what his voice sounded like. How tall was he? What color was his hair? Did he have good taste in clothes? What did his smile look like? What did his laugh sound like?
He wanted to know the answer to those questions so badly. He didn’t know for sure if they would ever meet though, and, even if, by some twist of fate, they met, how would they even know that it was them? Was it possible that they had met already and they just didn’t know it?
Questions like that kept him up at night, but, at the end of the day, there was nothing he could really do about those uncertainties but keep moving forward.
- - -
It was his first day of school as a second year. He was ready for this year to be great. He was ready for these upcoming days to be the best in his life.
That was, he had been ready for all that until he crashed his bike.
He had barely made it to school on time, laying his head on his desk as he tried to push through the pain.
When the new transfer student was introduced, he was barely paying attention - that was, he was barely paying attention until he glanced up to see him walking toward him, heading to the empty desk in front of him.
Just seeing his face made his breath catch in his throat. He didn’t think he had even seen a guy as handsome as he was. He was tall and it looked like he had a decent amount of muscle built up on his arms and chest. There was just something about him that made him want to talk to him and get to know him.
What was his name again?
He tried desperately to remember what he had said, but it was all a blur.
The rest of the day, he spent staring at the back of his head, trying to think of what he should say to him. He could talk to him after class.
- - -
He didn’t get a chance to speak to him after class.
There had been an announcement made saying that everyone was to stay in their classrooms. He had decided to take that opportunity to give Chie back the DVD she had leant him, only to realize that he had cracked it that morning when he had crashed.
He didn’t even want to remember the pain that had happened after that.
He then had to rush to get to Junes to work a shift, so speaking to the transfer student was something that would have to wait until the next day.
After he had gotten home, eaten, and taken a shower, he had climbed into bed, grabbing a pen off of his desk, clicking it open, and beginning to write.
How was your day?
He only had to wait a few minutes before there was a response.
It was fine. It’s a new school this year, but it doesn’t seem bad. What about you?
Huh, that was right. He had mentioned that he was transferring schools. He hoped that everything went well at his new one.
That’s good. I’m sure you’ll settle in in no time. And it was… I crashed my bike on the way to school
Oh no. Are you okay?
I’m fine. Oh, but there is a new transfer student in my class. He sits in front of me, but I just can’t remember his name.
Do you like him?
His face felt hot as he read that question. He had been the only one he had ever told about the confusion he had faced in regards to his sexuality. They had talked for a long time about it and he had eventually admitted that he was attracted to both guys and girls. It wasn’t something he was super comfortable admitting to other people though.
During that same conversation, he had admitted to him that he was exclusively into guys as well. Hearing that had made him a little more comfortable, but also created even more of a kinship between them.
He’s really hot if that’s what you’re asking
That was what I was asking. You should really find out his name though.
I’m working on it.
They talked for a while longer before both deciding to call it for the night.
He was definitely going to talk to the transfer student tomorrow.
- - -
He crashed his bike again.
Straight into a trash can.
To make matters worse, the transfer student watched him do it. He even helped him out of it.
He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
“Are you okay?” he asked, quiet worry apparent in his voice.
He let out a forced laugh, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I really owe you one though.”
“It’s no problem. It’s just good that you’re not hurt.”
“Yeah… Oh! I’m Yosuke Hanamura by the way. We’re actually in the same class.”
“Yu Narukami.”
Yu. His name was Yu.
“It’s nice to meet you. We should probably get heading to school soon though or else we’re gonna be late.”
Yu nodded, beginning to walk in the direction of the school. He really didn’t talk much, did he? Then again, he probably talked enough to make up for two people, so it didn’t really bother him that much.
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After school, he wound up hanging out with Yu and Chie, going to Junes for a while and talking about things. Chie made them promise to try out something called “The Midnight Channel” that night. It sounded kind of kiddish to him, but he would still try it out.
He had gone home after that, heading up to his room and doing his homework, but, before he knew it, it was later at night.
He had some time to kill before midnight, so he decided that he might as well talk to his Partner and get him caught up on what had happened that day.
He sat down on his bed with a pen, beginning to write on his arm.
I know his name.
There was a response almost immediately.
What is it?
Yu Narukami
There was a long pause. A longer pause than he ever remembered there being in the middle of a conversation. Was he all right?
He waited a few more seconds, when, to his relief, there was a reply.
What do you think about him?
Well, like I said, he’s really hot. He doesn’t really talk a lot, but that’s fine. The first thing that he did was to help me, so I like that about him. And, I mean, we didn’t really get a long time to talk, but I really want to get to know him more.
He had written a lot. That had taken up most of the space on his arm.
He took a while to respond again.
I hope you do get to know him better.
They talked for a while longer, but he was acting a little bit weird. Was it possible that he was jealous about the fact that he wanted to get to know Yu or that he thought he was hot? He wanted to reassure him, but he also didn’t want to make any assumptions.
As it started getting closer to midnight, he cut off the conversation, saying that he had things he still needed to do that night.
He still thought it was kind of dumb, but he went to go try and watch the Midnight Channel.
- - -
A lot happened the next day.
All three of them had watched the Midnight Channel and they had all seen someone on it. But then, Yu had said that he had unconsciously gone to touch his TV screen and his hand had gone through it.
Neither him or Chie really believed him. He had to have just been half asleep.
They had gone to Junes after school and gone to the electronics department.
He hadn’t actually been half asleep. When they had gotten there, he had stuck his whole hand and arm into one of the TVs there, eventually sticking his whole head inside.
Both he and Chie had started panicking, and, in that panic, all three of them had fallen completely inside the TV.
There was a whole nother world inside of there. One filled with fog that made him feel exhausted and nauseous.
After a while, they had come across this weird bear… thing, who had offered them a way out.
They were currently standing in the parking lot at Junes, saying their goodbyes. Chie left first, leaving just him and Yu.
He stretched his arms over his head, yawning, “Well, I should probably get going home too.”
Yu looked down at the ground, hesitating before speaking, “Actually, there was something that I wanted to talk to you about if you’d be willing.”
“What about?”
“Well…” He hesitated for a few seconds, “Do you want to come over?”
Come over? To his house? To his bedroom maybe? What did he want to talk to him about in there?
“Uh… why exactly?”
“There’s just something I really need to show you.”
He was looking at him almost pleadingly. Despite his concerns, there was something about him that made him not want to say no.
“All right. Let’s go.”
He gave him a soft, almost relieved looking smile. A smile that made his heart start to pound in his chest.
He followed him as he led him to his house. His younger cousin was home and he briefly exchanged introductions with her before heading up the stairs to Yu’s room.
It was pretty bare in there - only the essentials that he needed for living. Then again, if he had just transferred, he probably hadn’t had a lot of time to fully settle in yet.
He sat down on the couch against one wall while Yu sat in his desk chair.
“So what did you need to talk to me about?”
Yu took a deep breath before reaching onto his desk and grabbing a pen, opening it, then placing it above his hand, writing something on it.
He watched as he did it, his confusion only growing deeper.
After a second, he looked up, meeting his eye.
“What?”
“Just look at your hand.”
At his hand? Why would he look at his hand?
He decided to humor him, lifting his hand up, his breath catching as he saw what was written there in his soulmate’s neat and precise handwriting.
Yosuke
He looked up to see Yu smiling at him - a smile that made his heart start to pound.
“You’re…”
“Yeah.”
Yosuke didn’t even quite register what he was doing as he stood, clearing the small distance between them, and wrapping his arms around him, more or less moving to be sitting in his lap.
He grunted, but wrapped his arms around his waist as well, holding him against him.
Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. He was so warm and comfortable. Familiar, yet not at the same time.
How could this be real? This was his soulmate. His Partner. They were actually getting to see each other in the flesh. It was almost too good to be true.
After a while, he pulled back slightly. There were tears in his eyes as he spoke.
“I can’t believe that it’s actually you. I didn’t know if we’d ever actually get to see each other.”
Yu reached up, laying his palm against his cheek. It was oddly intimate, but he found that he really didn’t mind it, leaning into the touch.
“It is a little hard to believe that we’d end up so close together.”
“How long have you known that it was me?”
“Not until you wrote my name.”
Yosuke’s heart seemed to stop as he remembered something. He groaned, burying his face against his collar bone, “That means I told you directly how hot I thought you were.”
“‘Were’? You don’t think so anymore?”
He pulled back, glaring at him, “Of course I still think you’re hot.”
He gave a small laugh. A laugh that made his heart start to flutter.
“You’re pretty hot yourself.”
He made a noise, once again burying his face into his collar bone. He had never been called hot before and it was so embarrassing.
Yu began to gently run his fingers through his hair. That was such a pleasant sensation - one that he could easily fall asleep to.
“So, if you’re willing, do you want to maybe hang out like this more often?” Yu asked.
Yosuke pulled slightly back off of him, looking into his hopeful gray eyes.
“Of course. You’re gonna have a tough time getting rid of me now.”
He laughed. “That sounds perfect.”
#souyo#fanfiction#im kind of considering making a fic on ao3 thats just all of these that ive written together#just to have them somewhere less ephemeral#cause ive written a decent amount at this point#that being said#im still down to write more#so feel free to send asks!
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2023 writing self evaluation
I was tagged by the bestest and my favourite @beardyboyzx ❤️❤️
1. List of works published this year:
Oh man this is kinda long lol:
Basic White Bitch
Heat Waves
Read Like a Headline
The Lonely Dance of my Despair
Share a Single Page
Wish it Could be the Same as it was
Saved you to Find me
Twogether we’re Alone, and we’re Finally Home
And if you’re Thinking of me, I’m Probably Thinking of you
Saving Sweet Creature
Sweet Merry Loumas
2. Work you are most proud of (and why):
All of them! Writing was hard for me on many levels, so to pull these off, I’m very very happy about it. And I’ve also not fully hated (more like cringed hard) reading my works so I guess that’s improvement
3. Work you are least proud of (and why):
Well no I’m proud of all of them, but what I’m not proud about is how I finished everything so last minute and I mostly wrote only one shots/short fics. Nothing was over 10k really.
4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
I think the poem in The Lonely Dance of my Despair. Because I was originally going to copy a poem off the Internet but I felt so wrong and guilty for doing that and then I whipped this baby up in less than 5 minutes. Didn’t think I had it in me:
How can life go on
When I feel stuck here.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Life has left me far behind.
How can the rainbow disappear
When every colour bleeds into oblivion
The remnants of them leaving gashes
Deeper than the sadness that lays within
How can time fly
When I know not what or who am I
As the clock ticks by
I feel further lost outside
How can I go on
When everything holds me back
Chains me down in the trenches
And my magic sinks deeper in
As the escape moves fast ahead
5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:
I don’t receive a lot of comments, but I’m blessed and lucky that all the comments I receive are only positive and encouraging. Also, I can’t choose. All comments are great comments (unless they’re meant to be nasty).
6. A time when writing was really, really hard:
Oh the entire year lol. I’ve been in the worst place mentally, so writing on top of real life was so so hard. I’m glad to simply pull this off.
7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:
I’ve had a bunch of those. I don’t remember the specifics, but when I read a few of my fics, I was so surprised I managed to come up with things. And during the wordplay fest, I also wrote for the travelling fic fest and so I legit had no time to read what I wrote because I was having the worst time at school (as a teacher, not a student thankfully) so I literally wrote and posted whatever @beardyboyzx betaed without checking. To the point I didn’t even know what I was writing. Literally functioned on autopilot that month. And then she would tell me about a scene she found adorable and I would blank out because I didn’t even realise I wrote it. So yeah, I think that’s pretty cool.
8. How did you grow as a writer this year:
I grew because I didn’t cringe or get embarrassed while reading my fic? I think that’s a decent growth.
9. How do you hope to grow next year:
The year didn’t start great, so I don’t know what to expect for the rest of it. But I do hope I somehow learn to stop procrastinating and pushing everything to the last minute. I’ve also noticed a sort of pattern in the way I write and I hope I can break that and learn to write differently.
10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
Oh @beardyboyzx and @thinlinez have been literal saviours. I’ve had proper meltdowns that both have helped me through differently and I’m so so thankful to have met both of them and can talk to them about everything apart from the fandom and fic. Like no amount of thank yous can ever suffice.
I met a lovely, kind human in @always-in-love-x and she’s helped me so much the past year! I can’t wait to implement what we planned this year!!
Shoutout to @kisochkalena for helping me out with moodboards as well! If I had to make moodboards on top of writing my fics during wordplay and travelling fic fests, I would’ve cried proper tears.
11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:
Oh yeah plenty! I don’t want to get into specifics but yes there was a bit.
12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:
Just write. Don’t focus on the hits, kudos, and comments. I know it’s easier said than done, but you first need to do this for yourself than others. Validation is temporary and fickle, it’s always going to be you.
13. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)
Would love to know about @jaerie, @greenfeelings and @mercurial-madhouse! Anyone else who sees this is welcome too :))
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this past year has actually been so crazy, like… it started with me taking a long, proper break from my MA thesis, which turned into me finally admitting i shouldn’t have chosen this degree and i’m incapable of finishing it at this current moment in time. maybe (hopefully) i’ll do it at some point in the future, when i feel better, but we’ll see. i just can’t force myself, because that’s only ever had a negative impact.
i’ve also had to come to terms with how much of an impact the crippling loneliness i experienced for the vast majority of 2020, 2021, and 2022 has had on me. i’m not really in a place yet where i can fix it, which is incredibly frustrating because i so badly want to fix it. it still affects me to this day and no one in my environment seems to truly understand it.
tried to get back into my old hobbies, like reading, writing, and messing around in photoshop. mostly succeeded, for about half the year.
in june i lost my dog whom i love(d) more than i can describe. we only had him for a year, but he was my fucking rock. he was the reason i got out of bed in the morning, the reason i managed to drag my ass outside and go for a proper walk in the woods & by the seaside, and the reason i smiled every day. i still miss him so much.
i attended my sister’s wedding, went on a disastrous holiday with my bf, and we chose to adopt a new dog. taking care of him has been a lot. “i love you, but god, at what cost?!” has been my main feeling towards him for the past few months. i’ve had moments where i want to pull my hair out in frustration because of him, but i also love him so much. it’s been confusing.
for the past few months i’ve been half-assing (if not quarter-assing) finding a job, because there’s nothing in our kind of rural, small town i think i’d actually enjoy, and because of my mental health, i know i need to find something i’ll enjoy or i might ***.
had the worst birthday in recent memory. just, god. wish i could forget.
visited dublin with my bf. spent some time with his family. worried about ronan (our puppy) a lot.
oh! had a fucking breast cancer scare. and a terrible experience with the health care system here, again! had one in may too. so that’s great! that’s definitely making me want to reach out to them to try to see if i can get a referral for therapy!
just a week or two ago i got into the biggest fight i’ve ever been in with my sister, which ruined the family holiday and almost could’ve ended our relationship altogether. we talked it out after a few days and we’re all good now, but it was an insanely stressful week that was so incredibly emotionally draining. cannot emphasise enough how tired i still am from it all.
christmas was weird because of it. had some good food and wine, though, and got some nice presents.
finished my theon fic exchange fic, somehow. i hadn’t written anything since my dog died, because i fully lost all of my motivation to write and my enjoyment in writing. i enjoyed writing it. hopefully i’ll be able to get back into writing again.
read 13 books this year. my goal was 15. i really want to get back into reading, but alas. started the wheel of time series, though, so maybe that will help. reading all of those would already almost complete my goal for next year, lol.
i hope next year will be kinder. i really need it to be. i know i’ll try my best to be kinder; to myself and to others.
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hello 🐰 how are you doing. i have many Qs…. feel free to answer however many you please/none/split into multiple.
do you see yourself in any of the SNK characters, and if so, which, and why?
what do you think erwin’s motivations would be in a world outside of the walls, where titans didn’t exist, and eldians aren’t kept on paradis? he’s a character whose motivations are so closely bounded with the plot that sometimes i find it difficult to extricate him from it… so i’m curious to know your perspective!
what kind of desserts do you like? i always like knowing people’s dessert preferences….
how do you choose your fic titles!
book/poetry recs?
do you make moodboards?
hello dear 🥺 i'm always super happy to be FLOODED with questions so don't you ever apologize!!! i encourage this behaviour actually!!
first of all, i don't know if i actually see myself in any of the aot characters?? probably the closest thing to identifying myself in a character would be marco. i've always had this deep attachment to marco. i wish i could give you a proper explanation shdjdjrj
as for the erwin thing, i think you could probably already figure it out, but i like to think that in a world without titans erwin would be soft and goofy. he'd never lose that childlike wonder in him. he'd be a family man and follow his father's footsteps in becoming a teacher. i feel like this is the kind of man he'd be had That Thing never happened to him when he was a child. i love to see him like this in modern au's!!! he deserves all of the good things in this world. i could talk about it a lot more and in a more precise way maybe
favourite desserts: i'm more of a savoury kind of person, but i love any kind of sweets that have cocoa/chocolate!! i especially like the chocolate+raspberry combo. i once had this chocolate cupcake that was really soft but also kind of fudgy and then i bit into it and it was filled with raspberry jam... ngl i had a tiny orgasm in the middle of the street 😵💫 i also really like cheesecake and tiramisu!!
about the fic titles, it's usually a matter of a particular song really fiting into the theme of the chapters in a way, and usually when it happens there's always this one lyric that feels like it was written for that moment, and boom, we have a title!! all of the songs were pretty much already there before i even wrote the story... it's like they did the writing, and i just obeyed
and omg when people ask me for book recs suddely i forget every book i've ever read shhddhd i have been going through a major reading slump for the past year, so i'm not really equipped to do that yet, but i'm kind of getting back into it which means that if you ask again in a bit i will be able to tell you about the things i'be been reading <3
last but not least: moodboards!! if you mean stbn related moodboards, i haven't made any yet, but i HAVE been thinking about it!! let me know if you'd like to see something like that, or if you have requests for something specific (like, a moodboard for a specific chapter or something like that hehe)
thank you for chatting with me 🥺🥰
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2, 7 and 12 for the writing asks !!!
thanks so much sarah!! ☺️
2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?
honestly, there is something incredibly romantic about writing by hand, so yes i would love to be forced into having to do that. as it stands, i definitely don't write fics by hand cause first of all, ouch and second of all, so much of the time it feels like i'm kind of racing to get the proper thoughts out and typing is the only way to even attempt to capture all of that rambling. sometimes, i will write random things by hand (like i just went through the obx insta page to plot out the season 2 rollout cause i'm feral for season 3) and when i do that, i usually write in colored pens!
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
damn, that's a really hard one!! i've kinda been writing for my whole life, so it's really hard to pinpoint the stuff that i love about it because it just feels like it's always been there? even when i've taken breaks from creative writing, which i just recently broke by starting to write jiara fics, it still feels like a constant hobby of mine. (i'm rambling now cause i very obviously have no good answer for this) i guess one of the things that makes me feel really fulfilled about writing are those moments when the words just seem to click into place. when they just flow together in such a beautiful way, whether it's just a portion of a sentence or a full one or an entire paragraph. sometimes those times are few and far between (like rn honestly writing has been rough lately) but when they hit, they hit.
it also means the absolute world to me whenever anyone expresses that they've felt literally any emotion while reading the stuff that i've published. that's so fucking magical to me, that those strings of words could elicit a bunch of chemicals in someone else's brain and then maybe they're laughing or crying or whatever. i'm always in awe when i read something that gets me emotional, so it absolutely floors me to hear that my stuff could potentially have a similar effect. art is cool okay blah blah blah
12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules
wow this is another really tough one! my first instinct was to wish for no more writer's block EVER but i feel like even that is an integral part of the process, as frustrating and discouraging as it can be sometimes. maybe i'd wish that i could write as fast i can type so i can fulfill my dream of having notebooks and notebooks full of stories. imagine all the annotations and edits and messiness oh my god it'd be amazing.
then i think i'd also wish for a better grasp on the fucking tenses in the english language. i am well aware that i can and definitely should just sit down and figure them out myself but i don't wanna. i want a genie to just give me perfect grammar skills thanks very much.
and for the third wish, i think i'd do something completely superficial and wish for a really cozy writing nook in my house, one with lots of natural light and windows and a little porch outside with a hammock and multicolored string lights at night. that's probably cheating cause it's wishing for a bunch of things but whatever, maybe my genie is feeling extra generous
ask me weird writing questions!
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1. Hi hi hi! First off love this Tumblr so much! Second can you help me find a fic? It sort of starts off in the cave but instead of everyone escaping wwx, lwj, jc,and jz sort of meditate their golden cores together and become perma linked together. They become sworn brothers and are super close and cam even read each others minds I loved this fic and I need to start writing them down when I read them! THANK YOU!!!! @the-untamed-stole-my-heart
FOUND! This one is Quartet series by WithBroomBefore (T, 41k, wangxian, soulbonds, fix it)
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2. Hi!! I’ve been trying to find a fic I read months ago that I forgot to bookmark on Ao3 and was hoping someone might recognise it!
So it is set during the cloud recesses school arc, and Wei Wuxian is a dragon but only the jiang clan know, and are keeping it secret while they study. But Wei Wuxian, in his classic style can’t help but keep bothering Lan Zhan in his human form, so Lan Zhan gets a crush on him that way. But he also starts visiting him as a dragon at night and the elders are all up in arms about it because it means that Lan Zhan has been chosen by a great mythical beast and it’s a huge honour and stuff. But Lan Zhan doesn’t realise that they are the same person and ends up having to choose between them and turns down human Wei Ying, but this just devastates Wei Ying who doesn’t understand that he didn’t know they were the same person and feels like Lan Zhan has been toying with his feelings, and stops visiting as a dragon at night as well as avoiding him in human form. Later when the secret is revealed it’s all very dramatic, and they are engaged. I can’t remember loads of specifics, but I vividly remember dragon wei ying finding out the truth of what happened to Lan Zhans mother and going ape shit at the elders at some point. I’ve tried looking on Ao3 but there aren’t many docs tagged with DragonWeiYing, and I’m struggling! I don’t think it was complete when I read it but it could have been by now, please help me out!!! @yeah-but-what-if-i-dont-tho
FOUND? ❤️flame and rust by cl410 (M, 35k, wangxian, Mojo’s bookmark)
FOUND? no other cloud compares to you by ectocosme (M, 125k, wangxian, misunderstandings, identity issues, courting)
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3. Hey can you help me find a fic. I dont really remember the name or anything just this one scene. It is a post canon fic where a ton of people died because of a great flood and all the clans were called to help with the burial resentment etc. But bc of the flood all the infrastructure and bodies were hidden and the clans couldn't find the bodies fast enough and there woupd be building resentment. I think they said that of they couldnt find the bodies and give them proper burials it would be like a second burial mounds. So they had to call in Wei Wuxian who did his Yiling Laozu stuff and made the bodies walk to him and dig their own graves and bury themselves. He also helped the Lans deal with the resentment. And i remember everyone looked at him differently because they were like oh he really is the YLLZ and he is super powerful even without the seal.
FOUND! Embers by xantissa (E, 38k, wangxian, LXC/WWX, LXC/WWX/LWJ, fuck or die, curses, polyamory) the scene mentioned happens in chapter 7
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4. Do you know the time travel fic where wwx returns and is Very Much Not Okay and everyone is concerned. I think one scene was when they were having lunch in the cloud recesses and wwx accidentally ate a dish with meat in it and had to run outside and be sick. @boyzcult
FOUND? Wish Me Luck by Starlight1395 (Not rated, 164kt, wangxian, time travel, fix it, PTSD)
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5. Hi, how are you doing? I tried to send a message, but my internet is not working well, so if this ask is repeated I am so sorry! I'm looking for a short fic (around 2k I think?), set in the Yiling Lazou times. Xue Yang had kidnapped lots of kids to bring as a sacrifice (or as a set up?) to WWX, but WWX defends the children. I remember the story was kind of set after the fight, when other characters arrive to Yiling to find WWX surrounded by kids. Thank you, and sorry if my ask appears twice!
FOUND? a micro utopia born as the overture plays by tardigradeschool (T, 18k, wangxian, JGY/LXC, fix-it)
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6. hi! looking for an e rated modern au where (professor?) wei ying finds out his best friend lan zhan is a legend in the NYC gay scene and proceeds to get wrecked by him after lan zhan offers casually over coffee. features regular boardgame lunches with jc, nhs, and wn. friends to fuck-buddies to lovers once they finally communicate. thanks! @panickedemo
FOUND? @xervos thinks this one might be either got your way with me by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 51k, wangxian, friends w/ benefits, ft. lan zhan fucks, wei ying fucks, neighbors to fuck buddies to lovers, does have the board games with the gang! )
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(our friendship) up against the ropes by daltoneering (E, 36k, wangxian, friends w/ benefits, ft. lan zhan fucks / NYC sex god; best friends to fuck buddies to lovers. boardgames mention) Edit: Likely this one!
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7. I'm looking for a fic in which lan wangji is having difficulties with math and wei wuxian is his math tutor. I'm pretty sure it's smut, in which lwj kept trying to seduce wwx and it ends up working because lwj is wearing a skirt without even having the plan in mind lmao
FOUND! Obsessive Behavior by youjezebel (E, 5k, wangxian, ABO, age difference)
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8. i need help finding a fic, but in case it cannot be found anything alike will do. so lwj is very worried of being the type of father his father was, but lsz reassures him. thanks! you keep me sane with your recs!
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9. Hi, this is for a fic finder post! It was a fic set in modern times where an historian discovered some documents about the relationship between hanguang-jun and the yiling patriarch. According to traditional history they had been bitter enemies, but now she had found out that they were in love, lsz was their son and maybe they were married too (?). I have the feeling that these documents were previously undiscovered letters from lwj to wwx, and the historian wanted to tell the world the real account of their relationship (???)
FOUND? Perhaps one of the fics in Future Cultivation AU series by Aki_no_hikari (G, 25k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, reincarnation) Specifically the 2nd one Beneath the Ocean Floor FM
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10. hi! i remember reading a fic that was a post-canon fic centered around jiang cheng and wei ying. i remember that after wei ying leaves lan zhan he travels around and ends up at lotus pier. he attempts to do the sacrifice mo xuanyu did for him in order to bring back jiang yanli and jiang cheng catches him and stops him. i love the blog!
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11. Hello there, this will be my first time asking! :Dc First of all, thank you for all the hard work you guys have been doing, y'all are awesome. Secondly, I'm trying to look for this fic that I forgot to bookmark wherein JC usurped JFM and YZY because I think he got tired of their constant arguing. I believe WWX wasn't found by JFM in this fic and becomes the Yiling Laozu early on. I've been trying to look for it but I got nowhere, can you please help me?
FOUND! When It Rains It Pours by Dandelion_sama (T, 119k, wangxian, WIP)
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12. hello!!! im looking for this... time travel fic? i think wangxian got an early engagement. but the only scenes i rememeber are where wen ruohan wanted to match wen xu and wwx together bc wwx quoted the quintessence @ wen chaooh also i think wwx collapsed into like. nightmare dream sleep and couldnt be woken up (i think this is all during a disc conference in qishan)thank you!!
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13. Hi! I was wondering if you could help me find a fic. it was set in an AU where WWX disappeared with the Wens into this unlivable area full of monsters and resentful energy (maybe called Yuandao?) and were presumed dead.. until legends about mysterious cultivators helping people, and there being a refuge hidden in yuandao. Monsters start to leave the area and WWX and his sect come help. XXC and SZC are his 2nd in command, nsfw wangxian by the end. theres a cool line about the YLLZ hunting alone
FOUND! 💖 Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, wangxian)
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14. Hello lovelies! I am looking for two fics. A) is a jin sibs one. JZX is sect leader and MY helps him. I remember people tryna kill MY and they kidnapped him and took him to a mind. WWX and the gang went to look for him. I remember WWX saying to search quickly because it was getting cold and MY had a weak core. WWX doesn’t have a core. B) is a modern au. Detective/police WWX. He and LWJ are married with A-Yuan. It is in outsider POV. They moved and their neighbor snoops and call the police on them but she learns WWX is one and the police tell not to disturb without a cause. Aide moi s’il vous plait!!! Thanks Mojo guniang and L goniang for helping us lost souls who can’t bookmark their favorites. Mwah! Hugs and kisses!! @sandriya-artemis
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FOUND! Aftermath by KouriArashi ( T, 58k, wangxian, jiang yanli & everybody, Mojo’s post)
14B)
FOUND! more adventures of detective wei wuxian and his husband by trilliastra (G, 1k, wangxian, nosy neighbors, 2nd in series)
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15. Hi, I’m looking for a time travel fic where LWJ goes back in time to change certain moments(?) at the cost of his own core. I don’t remember many details from it btu I think the last change LWJ does happens at Lotus Pier.
More info: Hi, unfortunately it’s not the suggested Keysmashed’s fic :( I remember it being certain number of changed, probably like 5, and after every change LWJ’s core would get weaker and finally he was near death, I think. It had a happy ending, tho!
FOUND? Looking at You Always, All Ways by Keysmashed (T, 29k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)
FOUND! see if i’d refuse you anything by headBONDmeLWJ (T, 12k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it)
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16. hi, mods! thank you so much for what you do here ♡ I’ve been looking for a fic where LWJ in bunny form accidentally gets found by WWX, gets pampered by him, and gets taken around Lotus Pier. Also, if you have other fic recs with bunny!LWJ, I’d really love that too! Thank you again!
FOUND! 💖love & longing, rabbit edition. by jaws_3 (G, 18k, wangxian, animal transformation, fluff)
and in the spring i shed my skin by wvlfqveen (T, 11k, wangxian, modern, animal transformation)
#19 of this post might interest you too
❤️Of Curses and Cottontails by Alliandra (T, 15k, wangxian, bunji, curses, fix it)
Hopping Into Your Bed and Heart by FrozenHawFlakes (T, 2k, wangxian, animal transformation)
when the gentians bloom again by Yuisaki (T, 1k, wangxian, LXC&LWJ, angst w/ happy ending)
What Am I Missing Here? by SarcasticDaydreamer (Not rated, 2k, wangxian, time travel)
Our hearts, beating in our hands by MemeKonMDZS (MemeKonYA) (T, 3k, wangxian, bun times, fluff)
that time lan wangji turned into a bunny by bwyn (G, 6k, wangxian, modern)
The Rabbit Prince by JessicaMDawn (T, 3k, wangxian, royalty, magic, music) Portuguese translation available by Madame_Jiang
Sparkle by Befallings (G, <1k, wangxian, fluff & crack)
Tales From Bunny Mountain by telarna (G, 5k, wangxian, JL/LSZ, JL&WWX, so many bunnies, lan buns) podfic by esbielle available
doting by soft_wanning (T, 1k, wangxian, bunji & bunxian, mpreg)
FROM ZERO ~ Long Ears Family, But We Are No Elves! by hawa777 (T, 2k, wangxian, fantasy, curses, WIP)
over and over again series by redkosmos (G, 5k, wangxian, pre-canon, first meetings, falling in love)
sempiternal | 但愿人长久 by auberjing (T, 12k, wangxian, curses, many animal transformations one of which is bunny)
❤️ the cure for sadness by NocturnalFriend (T, 3k, wangxian, fluff and angst)
❤️ softly through pine trees, the moon arrives by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 3k, wangxian, fluff and angst)
This art post by neenya
This art in twitter by dangocheeked (hurt!bunji)
This twitterthread by ililacquer (sad bunji works)
Master and Jade/002 by WaffleBunny13 (E, 3k, wangxian, LWJ&LXC, rabbit hybrid lwj, bottom!lwj, human experimentation, kidnapping, mental instability, WIP)
💖 This tumblr comic by soursoppi feat. drunk!bunji & drunk!bunchen, they have gusu buns as a frequent trope in MDZS Furryverse Tumblr comics but no dedicated tag for them
What Lies Beneath a Heart of Ice by TheRedFig (G, 6k, wangxian, animal transformation, curses, dehumanization, amnesia, fluff, Rabbit God! LWJ cares for child WWX and Hunter! WWX cares for hurt Bunji in parallel storylines, WIP)
Bunny Therapy by KikiDoesFanfic (G, 4k, wangxian, bad dreams, hurt/comfort, bunji, animal transformation, fluff)
When You Married a Rabbit by the Riverside p.t 1 & p.t 2 by Suspicious_Popsicle (E, 25k, One shot collection) WWX jokingly marries a rabbit who turns out to be Shapeshifter! Bunji
Fanart by @klyukvav here’s some elegant Tumblr fanart by klyukvav, of a stately Bunji and the first Ratxian I’ve ever seen
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17. Hello! I'm looking for a fic that i read a while ago. WWX posted a challenge to the cultivation world that anyone could hit him once and then hed return the strike a year later, LWJ takes him in the offer and tries to kill him but fails to, meaning he has to return to the yiling patriarch in a year. when he returns to the mounds there's some identity porn bc he falls in love with wei ying not knowing hes the yiling patriarch
FOUND! rare the man who'll hold to faith by Fahye (M, 13k, wangxian, green knight au, identity porn)
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18. I'm looking for a WangXian fic on Ao3 but my history is over 1000 pages long. I can't remember the title, author, or exact summary. I do remember a bit of what happens in the fic though. Basically, Lan Zhan dies somehow and WWX goes somewhat crazy. I don't remember how he dies but there is a very prominent detail which I remember: WWX finds a bunch of young men (maybe Lan disciples?) who look eerily similar to LWJ and sacrifices one of them so that LWJ can come back in his body. Please help!
FOUND? Restoring the Balance by Muzu (G, 2k, wangxian, dark!wwx, revenge, 2nd in series)
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19. hi mojo. for the next fic finder there's this fic that i read in which lan zhan is a cat shifter who everyone wants to marry (duh). so he declares that he will marry whoever manages to catch his cat from except no one knows its him. enter out poor little dum dum wei ying whos new in town and just wants to play with the pretty cat. lan zhan gets tired of his dumb ass and reveals himself and its happily ever after. so basically i remember the whole story but not the name. stupid but please help
SIMILAR! Both of the following stories - based on this tumblr comic and/or this tumblr post by pakastekaappihomo - have that plot, but lwj is a bunny instead of a cat:
it’s you, it was always you by myung (G, 7k, wangxian, my post)
heartkeeper by postingpebbles (G, 7k, wangxian, my bookmark), podfic by esbielle
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20. ...I cannot for the life of me find this fic: post-sunshot WWX ends up in Gusu and marries LWJ. JGY doesn't find out until it's done and dusted and has a crisis because his whole plan revolved around blaming WWX for all the bad things he's doing and now he can't because he will inadvertently hurt LXC, which he's unwilling to do.
FOUND? Just a drop by R95irth (Not rated, 173k, wangxian, LXC/JGY, has jgy re evaluating all his life choices because he didn't know that lan xichen's brother was in love with wwx, so now he tries to abort the whole plan with varying degrees of success, but wangxian hadn't even confessed at the fic start)
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THORST COLLAB: Bakugou - Starving till I tasted you
A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!
This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!
Now.
STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG
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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.
You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.
The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.
So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.
The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.
One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.
“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”
Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.
On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.
“Oi!”
The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.
“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.
With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.
“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”
And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.
~ A few days later ~
You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.
After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.
Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.
The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?
He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.
“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.
“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”
The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.
Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”
He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.
And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.
When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.
“The heck are you trying to do?”
Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”
“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”
Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.
“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”
You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?
“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.
You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?
Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.
Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”
You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”
As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.
“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”
The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”
You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.
“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”
By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.
“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.
Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”
Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.
~ An hour and a half later ~
“I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”
“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.
“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.
In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.
You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.
While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”
The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.
“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.
“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”
“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.
You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.
The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”
He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!
The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.
That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.
You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.
By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.
The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.
You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.
“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.
You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”
“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”
You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”
The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”
You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.
You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”
“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”
Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.
Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”
A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!
“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.
Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.
Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.
Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.
His Omega.
Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.
His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.
The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.
Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”
Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”
Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.
Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.
That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.
“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.
“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.
Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?
Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.
Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.
Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.
You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.
“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.
He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.
“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”
You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“
The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.
The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.
“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.
You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.
With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.
“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.
Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.
“I kept it for my future mate.”
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Worth the World
Spike x Reader
Words: 2459
Summary: On a particularly bad day, the reader can barely bring herself to get out of bed. Spike does his best to comfort his girlfriend without being overbearing.
Notes: This is inspired by one of my favorite fics ever by @suckmysupernatural. I got this idea when having a depressive episode myself, so I hope you guys enjoy a little comfort fic with one of my favorite vamps. Plus, I’ve never written for Spike before and since I’m getting back into Buffy, I thought this would be the perfect time. (Also, this is entirely based on my own experience, so it might not be everyone’s experience with this kind of thing {but please be nice, I just used a few of the things I felt so it’s all based on my own emotions and insecurities!}) Enjoy!
Warnings: Depression, self-loathing, anxiety (This imagine was really just a way for me to put down my emotions and write something comforting, but I hope you all like it too)
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You didn’t want to move. You weren’t really sure if you could. Your limbs just felt… heavy. Forcing your legs to move, you slowly swung them over the side of the bed, using all the strength you could muster to sit up straight.
It wasn’t that something terrible had happened. In fact, the day before had gone pretty well. You’d spent most of it watching movies with Willow and Buffy and, when the sunset, you went on a long evening walk with your boyfriend. There were no deadly forces plotting world domination, no vengeful vamps after you or your friends. Hell, your favorite restaurant was open and you brought home leftovers for breakfast.
Now, the idea of eating made your stomach turn. You managed to shuffle your way to the kitchen of your apartment, but just stood in front of the counter, leaning on the marble top for support. Just standing there felt like it took every ounce of energy you had. It was almost painful, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You did your best to keep them from falling. You had places to be today, meeting up with the gang and you didn’t want to worry them with your moping.
With slow steps, you made your way back to your room to get dressed. Of course, most of your clothes were dirty and you didn’t care enough to wash them. So you threw a sweatshirt over your pajama top and put on some shoes, hoping no one would ask about it. You caught your reflection and felt that dark, empty feeling in your chest grow. Pathetic. Your shoulders sagged forward and you blinked away more tears as you watched them well in your eyes. You didn’t have the right to feel like this. How much had Buffy been through and she still greeted every day with a smile. Everything was perfect and yet you were pathetic enough to still want to crawl back into bed. You just hoped that you would feel better by the time you saw everyone. Especially Spike.
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You sat with your legs pulled up to your chest. Xander and Willow were debating whether or not using wooden bullets would be a good vamp killer. Buffy was listening in amusement and Giles just looked exasperated, distracting himself by putting books back in their proper place on the shelves. No one said anything about your pajamas. You actually felt kind of invisible, like no one even really knew you were there. It made the empty feeling that much worse.
“What do you think, Y/N?”
“Xander, don’t you think that’s a little insensitive?”
“What? It’s not like we’re planning on dusting her boyfriend. Even if he is annoying and evil and-”
“Xander.” Willow said sternly. When you looked up, everyone’s eyes were on you.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really paying attention.” Your voice held little to no emotion. You were almost too exhausted to feel anything. You just felt hollow.
“If I shot Spike with a wooden bullet do you think he would, you know,” Xander made a motion with his hands that was meant to simulate a vampire dying. “Just theoretically, of course.”
Everyone was expecting a witty remark. You and Xander were close and teased each other often, especially about your relationship with Spike. Instead, you just shrugged, your eyes fixating on a spot on the table.
“Maybe.”
The group collectively exchanged a look of concern, but didn’t press anything. After all, what reason could there be for you to be upset? They knew that if something had happened with Spike, you would tell them and there weren’t any recent deaths to worry about, so they continued on with their playful conversations about breaking curses and some movie that they had watched recently. It felt like you were intruding- like an unwanted bystander that everyone wished would just disappear. While no one had said anything like that, the thoughts filled your head nonetheless.
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but you’d never told them. An episode like this hadn’t happened in months so you had hoped they had stopped. Some days you were as happy as you ever had been, but others you felt like a burden. Worthless and pathetic- pitying yourself for no reason at all.
Spike didn’t even know, even after almost a year of dating. You never dreamed of telling him. Spike was always saying that you were the strong one. You were the one that helped him through every day of his endless living. He got his soul for you. What would he say if he saw you like this? If he knew the doubts and loathing going through your head. He would know that you’re weak and vulnerable and you didn’t want that to happen.
So you didn’t tell them. You kept all of your thoughts inside of you as they ate away at your mind. On the outside, you just looked tired. Everyone knew that you stayed awake into the late hours because of Spike, so you hoped that’s what they would think. You were tired, but it wasn’t from lack of sleep. It was like your body just wanted to give up. Maybe if you could just wake yourself up, everything would go back to normal.
Buffy and Willow went out for coffee, so you went with them, hoping the caffeine would be enough to shake you out of this. Instead, it just made you more jumpy and anxious. The cup shook in your hand, but you kept drinking, still hoping that it would give you enough energy to fake it. This, like your out-of-it demeanor, did not go unnoticed.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Buffy asked, suddenly stopping her conversation with Willow about shoes. At first, you didn’t realize she was talking to you. You were so focused on the thoughts swarming around in your head, you hadn’t noticed they were both looking at you with concern.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you’ve been spacing out all morning. What’s going on?”
“I guess I’m just tired.” You shrugged, grimacing from the effort the small movement took.
“Are you sure? Did Spike do something stupid, because you know I’ll-”
“Really, Buffy, I’m okay. I think I just need to go home and rest for a while.” You finished the rest of the coffee, feeling your heart beat faster as the anxiety built up in your chest. “I’ll see you guys later, okay?”
“Okay.” Buffy gave you a skeptical glance and Willow smiled sincerely.
“Feel better, Y/N.”
“I’ll see you guys later.” You faked the best smile you could before turning away from them.
“Is she going to be okay?” Willow wondered, watching the way you nervously messed with the hem of your shirt as you walked. Buffy narrowed her eyes and grabbed her bag.
“I don’t know, but if she won’t talk to us about it, there’s one person she will.”
“Oh do we have to go there? You know that place gives me the creeps.” Willow whined. Buffy just gave her a look and the two trekked off in search of your sun-hating boyfriend.
-
You stood in the middle of your living room as the tears slowly started to pour down your cheeks. The coffee must have given you enough energy to cry and now you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move, you just stood, frozen by the overwhelming emptiness inside you. Pathetic. Useless. Worthless. Everything was swirling around your head, breaking you down further until you had to lean against the window sill to stay standing.
You could faintly hear something outside your door, but you made no motion to open it. It sounded far away, or maybe you were just blocking it out. All you could hear was your heart pounding, along with the hundreds of doubts rattling in your head. It was until the door burst open that you flinched.
“First, the slayer comes banging on my crypt, telling me that something’s wrong and then you leave me to break down your door- if I could die, you would have scared me to death. Why didn’t you open the door?” Spike huffed in frustration. You didn’t turn around. Frankly, you hardly noticed he was there. His irritation quickly faded, replaced by worry. “Y/N, love, what is it?”
You still didn’t respond, keeping your back turned with your hands clinging to the window sill to keep from falling. Spike approached you slowly and you thought you heard his footsteps, but part of you thought you were just imagining him. Why would he come for you? It was the middle of the day and the sun was high in the sky. A rush of guilt washed over you. He came here despite the danger of being burned and you didn’t even have a reason. You’d put him at risk for your own pitiful problems.
“Darling, why won’t you look at me?” He took another step towards you, but stopped. The sun’s rays created a shield around you, preventing him from pulling you into his arms. “If you could just lower the blinds, that would make this far less awkward.”
“You d-didn’t need to come here. T-the sun.” You stammered. You wanted to reach for the curtains, but you still couldn’t move your arms without your legs giving out.
“A little sunlight isn’t going to stop from me from getting to you,” he said sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him rush to the window, the sound of his skin sizzling in the light made you let go of the ledge. Your legs buckled just as he got the curtains closed.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You had hurt him. All you had to do was reach up and shut out the sunlight and you couldn’t even do that. He burned himself just to reach you.
“It’s alright. I’ve got you. It’s alright.” He held you up for a moment before sinking to the floor to hold you in his lap. “I’ve got you love, I’ve got you.”
“Y-you shouldn’t be here, Spike. I’m not-” You hid your face from his view so he would see the tears. “I’m not worth all of this. There’s something wrong with me. One minute I’m fine and the next I’m like this and I don’t even know why. I don’t have a reason to feel like this. It’s like I’m… broken or something.”
“You aren’t broken.” Spike said softly, tucking your head under his chin and gently rocking you back and forth. “You’re human.”
He held you like that for a long while, not saying anything or even moving off of the floor. He didn’t make you look at him until he was sure you had relaxed enough. Putting a finger under your chin, he gently lifted your face to meet his.
“I’m sorry about all this.” You sniffed, using your sleeve to wipe some of the dampness off your cheeks.
“I don’t want to hear those worse from you for the rest of the day.” Spike gave you a small smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I would trek across deserts wrapped in a blanket if it meant being here with you. Every second is worth it.” Now, he lowered his lips down to yours for a slow, sweet kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining with the soul of a man in love. “To me, love, you’re worth the world.”
You stared into his eyes and knew that he meant every single word. While it didn’t chase away your doubts or the empty feeling in your chest, it helped you see that this feeling would end. And for now, that was enough.
“I love you.” You whispered, pulling him closer. He kissed the top of your head.
“I love you too, darling.” He hooked his arm under your knees and stood, holding you against his chest. “Now, why don’t I get you something to eat and we can spend the day in bed?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll behave, I promise.”
“Spike.” You laughed lightly.
“There,” He beamed, “I knew I could get a smile.”
He carried you into your room and placed you on your usual side of the bed, laying your fluffiest blanket over top of you. Then he vanished into your kitchen, the sound of your cupboards opening and shutting reminding you that he had no idea where anything was. It almost made you smile. He came back in with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a class of milk, and a thin leather bound journal.
“What’s that?” You wondered as he climbed into the bed beside you. He handed you the cereal and milk and put his arm around you, pulling you close.
“Eat your cereal.” He ordered teasingly, opening up to the first page. You tried to look over his shoulder, but he pulled the book away, laughing. “Do you want me to read or not?”
“What is it?” Your curiosity made your tone amused and playful. You were starting to sound like you again.
“Well, ever since I got this pesky soul back, I’ve had an unbearable amount of feelings running about in my head, so I figured I could at least put them to good use.”
“Spike, are they…?” You perked up with excitement. He smiled sheepishly.
“Poems.” He looked down at seemingly endless pages of his writings and back at you. “They’re mostly about you, of course. I thought, maybe, you’d like to hear them. See if they’d make you feel a little better.” You were almost too awestruck to nod.
“I’d really like that.”
With your cereal in hand, you curled up beside him, laying your head back against his shoulder. He read softly and slowly, his gentleness with his words almost lulling you to sleep. The poems were beautiful, forcing you to stay awake if only to hear one more word. Spike felt you relaxed against him as he read and paused his reading to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, and lastly your lips.
You felt the emptiness for a few more days, but each day, he was by your side, making sure you ate and gave yourself time to breathe. By the time you started to feel normal again, he’d read most of his poems and continued to write more and you were able to go for your evening walks without feeling exhausted. Your friends were more than supportive and helped you through it all while still giving you the space you needed.
It wasn’t the last time an episode like this happened, but now you always knew that, no matter what, you’d never be alone.
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Can u pls write a percabeth fic where Percy and Rachel are dating and percabeth are best friends and they end up spending the night together and it's been a week and they don't know how to tell Rachel and Rachel being bitter ?? Pls
This was kind of out of my comfort zone in terms of what I usually write lol but I tried my best!! I imagine this as like a mortal college AU :)
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“Beth, you can’t walk home like this,” Percy said, exasperated.
“I’m fine! I’m hardly even drunk,” Annabeth said, trying (and failing) to quash the butterflies in her stomach when he called her Beth. Percy, having been her best friend for almost a decade, was the only person in the whole world who was allowed to call her that. He only pulled it out in rare situations, and every time he did Annabeth would swear her heart skipped five consecutive beats.
Not that he could ever know that, of course. Now felt like a more precarious situation than most-- she’d come over to his dorm so they could watch a movie together, and had ended up curled up together on his bed around his laptop. In fairness, his dorm was tiny and there was nowhere else to sit besides his bed, but if Annabeth imagined really hard she could pretend that it had all been completely intentional, and he was sitting this close to her because he wanted to.
“Hardly?” Percy asked, raising an eyebrow. And, fine. Annabeth had had… an amount to drink. A non-zero amount, some might say. More than Percy, and she had a way lower tolerance than him. She was buzzed, sure, but not buzzed enough to walk back across campus to her own dorm.
“I’m fine. It’s barely twenty minutes,” Annabeth protested. She started to stand up, but Percy gently tugged her back into the bed. She should have put up more resistance than she did, but, well. Who could blame her.
“It’s also three in the morning and you’re drunk,” Percy said, “Come on, just stay the night.”
“Stay where? Grover’s bed?” Annabeth asked, repressing giggles at the thought. It wasn’t really that funny a thought, but, well, she was tipsy.
Percy’s roommate was gone for the night to visit his girlfriend, leaving his bed empty. Grover was a cool guy, but he also had a weird tendency to leave soda cans just about everywhere, including in his bed.
Percy just rolled his eyes. “No, here.”
It took Annabeth a few seconds to realize exactly what he was saying.
“In your bed?” Annabeth asked, hesitantly.
“We’ve been sitting on it together all night,” Percy pointed out.
“Yeah, but…” Annabeth trailed off.
It was different. She knew it was different. And frankly, any other time she’d be absolutely delighted that Percy was offering that difference, but there was also the issue of Percy’s girlfriend. Percy’s girlfriend, who he’d met their freshman year and hit it off with despite the fact that Annabeth had been in love with him since she knew what love was. Percy’s girlfriend, who was in another dorm on campus not ten minutes away, not here but also not not here.
“But what?” Percy asked. There was the tiniest bit of a smirk on his face, and Annabeth shoved his shoulder, rolling her eyes.
“You know what,” she said. Maybe it came off a little more seriously than she’d meant, but he didn’t seem to care.
“It’s not like we’d be doing anything,” Percy said. Annabeth tried not to feel hurt at how foreign the concept of “doing anything” seemed to him in relation to him and her. But she didn’t have any right to feel any type of way about that, because she and Percy were just friends and Percy had a girlfriend who was not going to be happy about Annabeth spending the night in his bed, regardless of which activities did or did not take place there.
“Yeah, I know, but its just… I don’t know, don’t you think Rachel will be mad?”
“You’re staying here because you need a place to crash. She can’t be mad about that.”
“I’m pretty sure she could find something to be mad about,” Annabeth muttered, mostly to herself. Percy heard her though. They were sitting so close their shoulders were touching, so it would have been a miracle if he didn’t.
“Fine, I’ll sleep on the floor. She can’t be mad about that,” Percy said, actually making to get up like he was about to lie down right there and then. It was Annabeth’s turn to pull him back onto the mattress.
“Don’t be stupid, you’re not sleeping on the floor in your own dorm room,” Annabeth said, “Besides, she’d just say I kicked you off your bed.”
Maybe Annabeth should’ve kept that last bit to herself, but she’d never been very good at hiding her feelings about Rachel. Percy sighed, knowing she was right but not wanting to admit it.
“Well I’m not letting you sleep on the floor,” he said stubbornly, despite the fact that Annabeth hadn’t even suggested it. She had to bite back a laugh at the indignant look on his face.
“Percy, I was never going to sleep on your floor. I was going to go home,” she reminded him.
“Well I’m not letting you do that either,” he said, “So I guess you’re stuck in bed with me, unless you want me to spend the night on concrete.”
“You’re so goddamn annoying,” Annabeth grumbled.
“Does that mean you’re staying?” he asked. His expression brightened considerably at the prospect, and Annabeth had to physically force herself to calm her heart rate down.
“Well apparently I don’t have a choice,” Annabeth said, rolling her eyes, praying to every god in the universe that she wasn’t blushing.
“Right,” Percy said, putting on some exaggerated confidence, “Obviously. So am I taking the floor or the bed?”
Annabeth knew he would sleep on the floor in a heartbeat. If she told him that she was uncomfortable being in his bed with him, he would gladly spend the night on cold concrete in the middle of winter in a dorm that had, frankly, terrible heating.
But she wasn’t about to make him do that. And if she was honest with herself, being in bed with him was the opposite of uncomfortable.
“The bed,” she sighed. Percy grinned triumphantly.
“I knew you wouldn’t make me sleep on the floor,” he said, and Annabeth finally let herself laugh.
“Yeah, because I told you so twice.”
“I think it’s because I know you so well, actually,” he said, finally closing his laptop that had been playing the movie earlier, and setting it on his bedside table. They’d turned the lights off earlier, and without the soft glow of the computer screen the only lights in the room were the faint street lights outside.
The bed was just a regular old twin, with not much space for either of them. That was why they were touching so much, Annabeth reminded herself. Just that. No other reason. He just put his arm around her shoulders because it was more comfortable that way, that was all.
It was late, and Annabeth was drunk, so falling asleep was easy. But she’d be lying if she said Percy didn’t help with that too.
***
It’d been a week since Annabeth had spent the night at Percy’s dorm, and they hadn’t talked about it at all.
She’d woken up the next morning completely hungover, and also with her and Percy’s limbs completely tangled together. The bed they’d shared was small, but it wasn’t that small.
Percy, of course, had acted like it was nothing. He’d teased her about her bed head and she’d half-heartedly teased him back about his morning breath, and then she’d packed her stuff from the night before and made her walk of shame back to her dorm. Except it wasn’t even a proper walk of shame, because they hadn’t actually done anything.
He hadn’t brought it up since, like it had been no big deal at all. Annabeth wished she could be so lowkey about it, but it was the only thing she’d been thinking about that entire week.
They’d already planned to meet up at the end of the week again, only this time in a group setting. A group setting meant Rachel was going to be there, and Percy might think their little sleepover hadn’t been a big deal, but Rachel was definitely not going to share that opinion. Annabeth was honestly dreading facing her so much that she considered bailing at least ten times. In the end, she decided that she had to just suck it up— she was going to have to face Rachel at some point, it might as well have been now.
All that to say Annabeth was a little surprised when she showed up at the party, only to find Rachel acting completely normal towards her. She was irritated towards Annabeth, but that wasn’t unusual. Rachel was always irritated towards Annabeth, and Annabeth was always irritated towards Rachel. But Rachel wasn’t pissed at her like Annabeth expected her to be. She wasn’t even not pissed, she was downright cordial.
All it took was one look at Percy for Annabeth to confirm what she already knew. He hadn’t told her.
“I need to talk to you,” she said, grabbing Percy’s arm and pulling him down the hallway. Rachel was going to be pissed at her for that, but Annabeth didn’t care. Percy followed along without complaint, not even bothering to shoot Rachel an apologetic look.
The hallway was empty, or as empty as a hallway at a college party could be. The music was loud enough to cover up their conversation, anyway.
“Did you not tell her?” Annabeth asked, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. Percy immediately looked guilty.
“You don’t know that,” he said, as if everything about both of their demeanors hadn’t given it away instantly.
“Of course I do, she wasn’t absolutely furious with me,” Annabeth hissed. Percy looked, if possible, more guilty than before.
“Okay, fine, I didn’t,” he admitted, “But what’s the big deal? It’s not like we did anything.”
And there it was again, those two little words and the way he said them, as if anything happening between the two of them was an impossibility. It felt like a dagger straight to the heart, but Annabeth ignored it.
“I dunno,” Annabeth said, “I mean if I was your girlfriend, I think I would want to know.”
Percy had choked on his drink halfway through her statement, and was already coughing before she could finish it.
“Are you okay?” Annabeth asked, alarmed. Percy just shook his head.
“Fine,” Percy managed to choke out, “I’m fine.”
“Am I going to have to heimlich you again?”
“Hey, you promised you would never bring that up again,” Percy said, pointing an accusing finger at her as he coughed again, clearing his throat a few times for good measure, “Besides, I don’t think it works for soda.”
“Fair. But don’t change the subject.”
“You changed the subject first,” Percy accused, in a not subtle attempt to change the subject once again.
“Because I thought you were choking, dumbass. You have to tell her.”
“Why?” Percy practically whined.
“Because the fact that you don’t want to means you know she’s going to be mad about it,” Annabeth said.
Percy groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall.
“Why are you so smart?” he asked. It sounded like a complaint, even though she knew he didn’t mean it that way. It sure felt that way, though.
“‘Cause one of us has to be,” Annabeth sighed.
If Annabeth were smarter, she would’ve never agreed to spend the night to begin with. But it was way too late for that now.
They went back and joined the group, but Annabeth knew Rachel was staring (bordering on glaring) at her the entire rest of the night. She couldn’t even really blame her. She was going to be a hell of a lot more mad at Annabeth once she found out the reason Annabeth had pulled Percy away to begin with.
The very next day Annabeth was in her dorm room, trying to finish a project for her architecture class. It was due on Monday, but she’d been so distracted the entire week that she’d barely even made a dent in it at all. It wasn’t coming together the way she wanted to and Annabeth was three seconds away from snapping her pencil in half and throwing the whole draft away. Before she could, there was a sharp knock at the door.
Annabeth glanced down at her phone, but she didn’t see any texts. Maybe it was the RA doing an inspection, or maybe Piper had forgotten her key again.
But when Annabeth opened the door, she found Percy standing in the doorway. He spoke before Annabeth could even open her mouth.
“So, I told her,” Percy said, with absolutely no context. He knew she didn’t need it. Annabeth found herself gripping the door so tightly she thought her fingers might break.
“You did? What happened?” Annabeth asked, trying not to sound frantic. Why was he here? Why didn’t he just call her? What if Rachel had made him swear to never talk to her again and he was just here to say goodb--
“She asked me to tell her with 100% certainty that I didn’t have feelings for you,” Percy said, impossibly calm.
If Rachel had asked him that, why was he standing in Annabeth’s doorway?
“And?” Annabeth said, voice small. Her heart was practically pounding out of her chest, but Percy just shrugged.
“And, I couldn’t.”
“You couldn’t?” Annabeth repeated, just to make sure she had heard him correctly.
“Nope,” he said, easily, too easily, “To be honest, I couldn’t even give her like, 1% certainty, but that would’ve felt a little rude to say.”
“So…” Annabeth trailed off. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. It didn’t make sense in her brain. Percy had feelings for her. And he’d broken up with Rachel, which meant— which meant—
“I think now is the part where you tell me if you like me back,” Percy said, interrupting her thoughts. He was smiling though, like he already knew the answer.
Annabeth did not currently have the mental wherewithal to form words. Thankfully her feet did the thinking for her, closing the already small distance between them and kissing him like she’d wanted to do for years.
“So I take it that’s a yes?” he said with a grin, when they finally broke apart. Annabeth was pleased to see he was a little breathless, at least.
“Shut up,” she laughed.
“Gladly,” he said, leaning down to kiss her again.
#this is so long and the ending is.... it is#i tried yall 😭#percabeth#percy jackson#percabeth fic#annabeth chase#pjo fic#rachel elizabeth dare slander#she truly is not even a person in this she's a cardboard cutout of a person lmao#percabeth fanfic#pining#so much pining
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just hold me ~ yungblud
word count: 2206
request?: yes!
“Could you write a fluffy yungblud fic? Like maybe the reader has been going through a tough mental health time, and he helps? 🖤”
description: after a week that is mentally trying, all she wants is for her boyfriend to hold her
pairing: yungblud x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
You know those weeks that just absolutely kick your ass? The ones that absolutely nothing is going right and it feels like nothing will ever go right?
Yeah, that was my week.
It started off by realizing that one of my assignments that I thought I had so much time to do was due that day, and I wasn’t even close to being finished. I tried to give my professor some bullshit reason to get an extension but she wouldn’t hear of it, and because I even tried to get an extension she told me she wouldn’t even take it late and marked the assignment as a zero. Then I got my schedule for work and found that they were starting to take shifts away from me. So many, in fact, that I’d be lucky if I was able to make rent and bills. Besides all of that, school was just kicking my ass in general. I was starting to fall behind in my classes but I was feeling so down about everything lately that I felt as though I couldn’t sit still to do any of my schoolwork.
I found myself hitting my breaking point after a particularly rough day at work. Customers were being more rude than usual and I had been run off my feet the entire day. I was clocking out for the day when my manager pulled me aside to talk to me.
“A customer complained about you,” she said, trying to keep her voice soft as she spoke. I knew my manager liked me enough, but she had this way of talking that always made her sound like she was angry.
“What?” I said. “When? For what?”
“Shortly before you clocked out. They were demanding to see the manager, so Julie came and got me and brought me to their table. They said you were being very rude to them and refused to serve them, and that you made Julie do it instead.”
I could not believe this.
I knew exactly what table my manager was talking about of course. It was a table of four - a man, a woman, and two teenaged looking kids. They were supposed to be my last table of the day before I was cut. I had only been there for maybe ten minutes before they started demanding a new server instead of me. They were asking me questions that I wasn’t too sure of about the food on the menu, and when I told them I could ask the kitchen so I could give them a proper answer, the man freaked at me and called me all sorts of awful names. He told me I was incompetent and he didn’t understand why the restaurant would hire someone who didn’t even know the “simplest of answers to simple questions”.
His poor kids looked so awkward over it. His wife basically ignored the whole situation and continued to look at her menu.
I had tried to remain as cool as I could but I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes. I asked again if he wanted me to ask the kitchen about the questions he had, and he responded, “No, I want you to get me a server who can actually do their job.”
I got Julie, who had been working at the restaurant for roughly two years. I explained the situation to her and she told me I could get ready to clock out if I wanted to.
I guess between doing exactly what I was told by that rude table and finally getting the clock out, he had complained about me to Julie and to my manager and made up some stupid story to get me in trouble.
“Oh my God,” I sighed. “I swear to you, that is not the truth at all.”
“I know it’s not,” she assured me. “When Julie came to get me she explained the whole situation. Even if she didn’t, I’d know they were lying. You’re too nice and too kind to be rude to even an asshole table like them.” She sighed and gave me a sympathetic look. “But that gentleman was so furious that he demanded some kind of actions be taken. I told him nothing could be done besides maybe a note being put on your professional record.”
I didn’t understand what she was telling me at first, but when it dawned on me my heart fell to my stomach.
“No, no you can’t,” I said, trying to keep back the tears that starting to run down my face. “I wasn’t even rude to them, you can’t write me up for something I didn’t do.”
“And I’ll make a note of that in the write up,” she told me. “But for now it’s all I can do. You had a customer complain about you, it’s our company policy that we give employees write ups when we feel it’s the right thing to do.”
So she thinks it’s the right thing to to permanently stain your professional record, and to push you one step closer to being fired.
Before anything else could be said, I raced out of the doors into the parking lot. I covered my mouth to stifle my sobs until I got to my car. Once I was there, I placed my head against the steering wheel and began to sob.
I was there for at least 20 minutes because I didn’t trust myself to drive yet. I could barley calm myself down, but eventually I just wanted to leave. I didn’t want to risk seeing the asshole and his family leaving the restaurant, and frankly, I just didn’t want to be there anymore.
I started driving towards my apartment, but as my sobbing and shaking began again, I realized I didn’t want to be alone then. I came to a red light and quickly shot my boyfriend, Dom, a text asking him if it was alright if I went to his place instead.
His response came almost immediately. “Of course it’s alright baby! You don’t have to ask!”
I arrived shortly after and let myself in with the key he had given me. I threw my work stuff onto the floor, knowing I would feel guilty about it once I had completely calmed down. I made my way to Dom’s room where I knew he would be. As usual when he wasn’t recording or touring, he was sat on his bed watching Netflix. He turned to greet me with a smile, only for his smile to drop when he saw my face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, starting to get up from the bed.
I shook my head and held a hand out, stopping him from getting up. As he laid back down, I took off the hoodie I had been wearing and my work jeans, which were now basically stuck to me with sweat, leaving me in just my t-shirt and my underwear. I climbed onto Dom’s bed and rested my head on his chest.
“Just hold me,” I said. “Please.”
He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I began to sob yet again, thinking over all the bad that had happened to me this week. I felt so tired, both mentally and physically, and I just wished there was a way to take a break from it all.
Dom ran his hands up and down my body, trying to soothe me into some form of calm. Eventually, my exhaustion got the best of me and I fell asleep in Dom’s arms.
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Some time later, I woke up alone under the covers of Dom’s bed. I rolled over to look for my phone to check the time, only to find that it was nowhere to be found. It was dark outside, which meant it was still nighttime, and yet Dom wasn’t asleep next to me.
I was still in my t-shirt and underwear from when I had arrived to Dom’s, so the day before, unfortunately, wasn’t a dream.
I heard some sounds coming from the bathroom and got up to see if that’s where Dom had gone. Sure enough, I found my boyfriend knelt next to the bathtub, filling it with water so hot that I could see the steam coming from it.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
He seemed startled when I spoke, and turned to look at me. “Oh no, I wanted to wake you when I had the bath ready for you.”
“Well, I’m glad I caught you, because that water looks way too hot,” I teased and reached around him to turn down the hot water and turn up the cold instead. “Why are you running me a bath at like...I don’t know, kinda late at night? And where’s my phone?”
“I have it with mine,” he responded. “Which is in a hidden spot, because you need to take a break from your phone.”
I couldn’t argue with him there. “What’s up with the bath then?”
“You always say that a hot bath helps you to relax after a hard day,” Dom explained. “And obviously today was a hard day, so I’m running you this bath and I have that gold bath bomb you like so much.”
“When did you get that? I haven’t left any bath bombs here in a while.”
“I bought it in case of emergencies.”
I smiled at Dom and sat on the toilet seat lid to watch as he finished filling the bathtub. He had me test the water before pulling me to a stand and helping to take off my clothes. Even though it wasn’t meant to be in a sexual manner, there was something extremely intimate about Dom pulling my shirt over my head and my panties down my legs.
I got into the water and sighed as my body sank down till the only thing not underwater was my neck. Dom got the gold bath bomb from under the sink and gave me the honors of dropping it into the water as that was my favorite part of bath bombs.
“Are you joining me?” I asked.
He smiled cheekily and began to undress. “That was my original plan, but I decided to wait and see if you wanted me to join.”
I sat forward, giving him room to slip into the tub behind me. Once he had settled himself, I leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and began kissing my neck and shoulders.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked as his lips continued to trail over whatever bare skin he could reach.
I sighed. “Not really, but I guess the only way to work past it is to talk about it.”
I told him everything; about school, about work, about the asshole customer that fucked me over. He listened for however long I talked without interrupting. Once it was clear that I had finished talking, he spoke.
“That guy is a fuckin wanker,” he said. “I can’t believe people like that exist. You were just trying to do your job and he fucked you over like that.”
“It happens,” I said. “Hasn’t happened to me before today, but all my co-workers have stories of assholes who will complain to the manager for the littlest of things. We had someone complain once because their food didn’t look like it did in the picture on the menu and they wanted it for free. That’s usually all people want - free food.”
“I can’t believe your manager is going along with that,” he said. “Even if she makes a note that you did nothing wrong, that’s still looking bad on you.”
“I think they want to fire me,” I admitted. “That’s the only reason they would be giving me less shifts. They want to slowly get rid of me before they straight up fire me.”
“I don’t think they’ll do that, babe.”
��I think they will. I’ve probably done one too many things wrong and now it’s my time to get the boot. It happens so often that whenever someone gets a few less shifts a week we panic.”
Dom squeezed me a moment before kissing me behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Well, if they want to fire you then we’ll look for a new job. You don’t have to stay there and take shit from assholes and let your managers treat you like dirt to keep the assholes happy. There’s hundreds of restaurants you could work at instead.”
For some reason, this thought hadn’t occurred to me.
“I’d like that,” I said. “But I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay? I’m starting to relax, I don’t want to get worked up again.”
“Okay, baby.”
We were silent for a moment, just the sounds of the water shifting around us filling the room. I leaned my head back enough that I could look up at Dom. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked.
“For...for being you.”
He smiled at me and kissed my head. “Thank you for being you, too.”
I smiled and settled myself against him again, allowing myself to finally relax for the first time all week.
#yungblud#yungblud imagine#yungblud x reader#dom harrison#dom harrison imagine#dom harrison x reader#dominic harrison#dominic harrison x reader#dominic harrison imagine#imagine#request#one shot#fanfiction#fanfic#fandom
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Tried writing a little fic woo woo!
Tis about Itaru, Chikage and glasses since they're both blind boys
(this mini fic ignores the fact that Chikage has his square work glasses since I wish they didn't exist)
This was not going to be a good day.
Itaru already knew this at 7 am in the morning after ranking all night. Again. Azami was going to kill him. Itaru could already hear him nagging Sakyo about the proper use of sun cream to prevent wrinkles upstairs. If he didn't escape quickly he would be sentenced to a fate worse than death: having his phone confiscated and not getting his oshi after paying so much to rank.
For once Chikage was comfortably asleep and it had already been a struggle for Itaru to not burst out swearing whenever he moved down a rank so that he wouldn't wake his roommate, there was no way he'd undo all that hard work by turning the lights on.
He had to blindly stumble around in the dark for his work clothes, clean himself up so he didn't look like one of the zombies he just vanquished, put in his contacts so he could actually see- Oh fuck. He'd ran out. Curse you yesterday Itaru for not noticing and getting more.
Itaru always hated wearing his glasses to work, whenever he did he always forgot he was wearing them and they end up covered in fingerprints from attempts to rub his tired eyes.
He also had to endure constant comments on them from his coworkers as well as even more thinly concealed flirting and socializing than normal. Ah the curse of being beautiful....... After putting plenty of concealer on his dark eyebags and pretending to be a decent, kind non game addict of course.
The argument between Sakyo and Azami was quieting down so Itaru had to go at max speed and get out now, he shoved his glasses on his face, grabbed his work briefcase and bolted out the door.
Quest: escape the dorms before Azami comes down complete!
The sun was already blindingly bright and stung Itaru's poor eyes. Squinting he noticed Tasuku by his car
"Oh Chigasaki-san, heading to work? I was just about to go out. Need a lift?"
Hell yeah! This was perfect, he could get a couple minutes to sleep while in the car and recharge his SP.
"I'll take you up on that offer~"
The car ride was nice and calm and after his nap Itaru was feeling much better
"Have a good day at work"
"Thanks for the lift"
Time to face another day of office work..... This is for the sake of gacha funds....... gotta do it...... Ugh
Everything was kinda blurry, he'd probably just smudged the lenses already. Itaru would need to clean them as soon as he got to his desk, staring at a screen through dirty glasses was incredibly irritating.
First floor, second floor, third floor. Itaru squinted slightly at the numbers in the elevator hoping nobody would come in and- fuck the doors were opening, his fears came true
"Ah! Chigasaki-san! Good morning~"
"Morning to you too"
"Huh you're wearing glasses today? You look great in them"
"Aha thank you very much"
"So are you-"
"Sorry this is my floor, gotta go"
Itaru plopped down in his chair and sighed. There was too much day in this day and it wasn't even 9 am. He took off his glasses to clean them before he started working but... Something was wrong.
Why are these round?
Realisation dawned on Itaru then
These are senpai's glasses... no no no wait that can't be right did I really grab the wrong ones by mistake??
Itaru's thoughts were interrupted by some of his coworkers chatting outside.
"Wow~ today's really a great day, we get to see Chigasaki-san with glasses and Utsuki-san without them!"
"Right?? They're both so handsome~ with and without glasses"
Well fuck. That meant these were definitely Chikage's and that Itaru was definitely dead.
He could just take the glasses off and pretend that he had nothing to do with them, but they did help his eyesight a bit and Itaru didn't want to blindly stumble around work, besides trying to lie to the master of lying would make him doubly dead.
"Chigasaki-san~"
Itaru could recognise Chikage's voice anywhere but he wished that he was hearing it anywhere but here in this situation
"Ummm yes senpai?"
"It seems you took my glasses this morning"
This was it, no way of escaping now
"I noticed you ran out of contacts, here I picked them up for you"
"Ah thank you, I'm sorry I grabbed the wrong glasses this morning"
"Don't worry about it"
Things were... Going ok??
"I didn't want to wake you up by turning on the lights since you were sleeping so soundly"
"Hmmm that's considerate of you, well let's just switch the glasses and be done with it"
"Thanks for bringing my contacts"
Chikage's tone suddenly changed, Itaru's anxiety went back up
"...Chigasaki-san."
Shit I thought I cleared that interaction
"Yes senpai?"
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about the numerous greasy fingerprints on my glasses would you~"
Rip Chigasaki Itaru 20XX "he just wanted to rank for his oshi"
#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#chikage utsuki#itaru chigasaki#azami izumida#sakyo furuichi#tasuku takato#jdjdh im not confident in my writing ability at all
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