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steviesummer · 1 year

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inspired by and as a direct follow up to this post by @strangersteddierthings:

Eddie is horrified. He remembers the day Steve is referring to, though clearly not as well as Steve does. He calls out as Steve raced up the stairs and hears his door slam.

“Fuck.” He stares blankly at the wall in front of him. He can’t believe things went so bad so quickly. He’s been trying to get to know Steve better, get closer and damn if he didn’t just blow the hole thing. He’d shown up early, told Steve he needed to prepare as an excuse to spend some time with him. Despite everything that happened over spring break, Steve had remained guarded, standoffish no matter what Eddie tried. At least now he knew why. He’d fucked things up before he’d known there was something to fuck up.

He feels even worse about calling him a bully. Sure, Steve had looked the other way and even laughed at some of the mean jokes others had made, but he was far from the worst. That dubious award went to Billy Hargrove, but even without him, there was plenty of people who did far worse than Steve did. Especially because Steve is right. He did hit first, metaphorically at least. He can justify it all he wants as trying to protect himself, but that doesn’t make it right. Steve all but admitted that as he said the same thing. He feels nauseous at the realization that maybe he was just as bad as those he decried. That for all his talk about accepting outcasts and defying convention, he was just as prejudiced. Swallowing hard, he heads back to the dining room and looks at the clock. There is no way he is going to be able to run the campaign today. He’s not going to be able to focus or even play without thinking about how things might have been if he hadn’t driven Steve off all those years ago. He grabs the phone and dials Gareth’s number. “Emerson house, Sheryl speaking.” “Hi Mrs. Emerson, it’s Eddie.” Eddie is proud that he manages to keep his voice even. “Is Gareth there?” “Oh, yes! Let me go get him for you.” “Thanks Mrs. Emerson.” Eddie focuses on breathing while he waits. “Eddie? Hey man, what’s up?” Eddie breathes out. “Hey Gareth. Look, I know its last minute, but we’re gonna have to postpone Hellfire. Something came up.” He could hear Gareth’s frown through the phone. “Postpone? What happened, did Harrington do something?” As if he couldn’t feel worse. “Nah. I’ll explain later, but can you call Jeff and Frank, let them know? I gotta call the freshman, too.” “Alright, but I’m going to hold you to that.” “Fair enough. Talk to you tomorrow.” Eddie promises before hanging up. He weighs his options for how to tell the Party. Eventually, he decides on calling Mike, know that the younger teen won’t push too much. He’s dialing the Wheeler home before he can second guess his decision. “This is Mike.” Eddie feels a rush of gratitude that Mike is the one who answered, rather than Nancy or one of their parents. “Hey Mike, it’s Eddie. Listen, Steve’s not feeling great and having Hellfire here isn’t going to help. Can you call the rest of the Party, let them know we’re gonna move it to another day? I’ll keep an eye on Steve.” Eddie knows Mike is a confused, given how adamant he’s been in the past about not canceling or moving Hellfire, but as he expected, Mike accepts what he says at face value. “Sure. Need us to bring anything?” “Nah, I’ve got it. Pretty sure he just needs some peace and quiet so he can rest. But thanks.” They say their goodbyes and Eddie puts the phone back on the hook. With that done, he checks that the door is locked and faces the stairs. Now for the hard part. He’s not sure what he’s going to say, if there is anything he can say that will fix this, but he has to try. Even if doesn’t change things between him and Steve, Steve deserves at least that much. Every step feels like it takes effort, chest heavy with guilt, but it only takes him a few moments to get to Steve’s door. It’s closed, which doesn’t surprise him. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before knocking. Nothing. “Steve?” If it wasn’t for the quiet sound of Steve’s breathing he could hear through the door, Eddie would think he had left. He glad that he at least didn’t drive Steve out of his own home. He rests his forehead on the door. “I’m sorry.” Eddie hopes Steve can hear how much he means it. “You’re right, I fucked up. I made an assumption and took out my anger at other people on you. And that wasn’t fair and it’s not okay. But I want you to know that I’m sorry. Even if it wasn’t you, I shouldn’t have done that.” He lets out a hysterical laugh as he realizes - “And despite that, you still humor the kids when they talk about D&D and agreed to let us play here and didn’t punch me in the face, which makes you a better man than I.” He falls silent, listens as Steve’s breathing slows. He isn’t sure how long he stands there. He wonders how many other people he hurt this way, without even realizing. Knows he wants to do better, be better. He sighs, feeling his shoulders slump. “Anyway, I canceled Hellfire for today. I told everyone something came up, don’t worry about that. I’ll make up some story, make sure they know its not your fault. And uh, let me know if you want to hang out again or something. I know I’ve been around a lot; didn’t realize that I was making you so uncomfortable, which is probably another thing I should apologize for. Anyway. Yeah. I’ll see you around, okay?” He waits a moment for an answer, but when none comes, he backs away from the door and walks downstairs to gather his stuff. It hurts, but he knows Steve deserves space and to be the one to initiate contact. He has some thinking to do, anyway.

#steddie #my writing #fic #legit read that fic like 6 times in a row and had to write a follow up #have a handful of extra pieces as well #or thoughts anyway #like steve telling eddie about christopher #and eddie helping steve make a character and play in the future #after lots of talking and eventually getting together #his character is a dwarf paladin named after christopher #i haven't written in forever this felt so good #barely proofread so apologies for any mistakes

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wangxianficfinder · 2 months

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Fic Finder

March 23rd

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1. Hi. Looking for this fic wherein wwx tried to prank lqr and the elders by acting like a Lan. It backfired because they thought wwx was possessed by Lan An, especially when jwy visited cloud recesses (almost causes a war between jiang and lan). For it to end, wwx pretended to be Lan An and said goodbye then fake fainted (as if Lan An left wwx’s body)

please help me find it 🙏

Hi! I’m from the recent fic finder #1. Unfortunately that’s not what i’m looking for because I remember it being post canon (meaning wangxian are already married). I also remember the Lans asked lwj if lwj still do lovers stuff with wwx (as they really thought wwx was possessed by lan an)

FOUND? Wei Wuxian is Definitely Not Possessed by CursedBlessing (T, 20k, WangXian, Misunderstandings, General Dumbassery, Humor)

#1 I think was deleted. I know the fic they're asking about and I can't find it either.

Number 1 is the correct fic, it's just Chapter 3. / Yeah, 1 IS the correct fic, op's scene is the entirety of ch. 3

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2. Hey, I'm looking for a wangxianfic, in which wei ying and lan zhan are already married. Wei ying goes on a night hunt with the juniors and gets hurt. I think it was a cut on the stomach with poison. Lan zhan cares for him but wei ying is almost dying. Lan zhan is davasteted and says that he can't wait for wei ying again. It was a completed work and I think just 4 chapters. Please can you find the title? With kind regards @smarti1997

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3. I'm not sure if this is something I think happened in a fic, or it really exists, but on the off-chance someone know what I'm talking about - the Sunshot Campaign ends differently with Wen Qing/Wen Ning in charge of the Qishan Wen, and as part of reparations(? Maybe?) the family vaults are revealed. Wen Qing warns people not to touch anything but JGS is too greedy and grabs something and dissolves in dust? And then WQ opens the real vault, the first was to stop thieves. Thank you in advance! @katonahottinroof

I know which fic #3 is talking about but i cannot find it either, gonna go deep dive on ao3 tho (is it that one where the wens have a secret passage into the throne room that opens only with wen blood isnt it. unless im mixing fics too)

FOUND! ❤️ Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, WangXian, XiQing, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Political Marriage, Dysfunctional Family, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, LQR bashing (not really), POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Eventual Happy Ending, BAMF WWX, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, madam yu bashing (again not completely), MXY Deserves Better) the thing with jgs happen in chapter 34

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4. Hi writing in hopes that someone remembers this fanfiction.:

i once read a fic where LWJ and WWX were stuck in the Xuanwu cave and WWX was i think on the verge of dying but then something emerges from the waters and gives LWJ a deal that if he gives up his voices then as an exchange he can save WWX's life which LWJ obviously does so his voice goes away but by the end of the fic Wangxian go back to the cave where LWJ gets his voice back because he once again strikes a deal with that creature giving up his immortality or something that has to do with him being worshipped for gaining his voice back. was a one shot that i remember clearly and was on ao3 platform also thank you so much cause this blog has bought me my favorite Wangxian fics.

FOUND! Outside Another Yellow Moon by Vamillepudding (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Fairy Tale Elements, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ Needs a Hug, Curse Breaking)

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5. help. hey i am certain the fanfics in my memories exist but they keep on eluding me so there are these 2 fics:

A) the premise of this story was time travel where modern WWX travels back in time when other WWX is living with the wens in the burial mounds when LWJ comes to the borders with his modern counterpart and when modern wangxian meet they have a sweet reunion in which they share a kiss after that they are joined by the hip much to the mortification of OG wangxian. WY's parents are dead (car accident) but madam Lan's alive and he calls her mother or mom and modern them is engaged they also have their phones by which they click a photo and after coming to modern world WY sees that as proof that it actually happened. read it on ao3 muti chaptered (completed) with either 4 or 6 chapters 6 being maximum

B) in this one the main Lan fam is captured body swap between WRH and LWJ occurs and after LWJ realizes what has happen he commands that his body's head be severed which is currently housing WRH's soul and LXC and LQR are present to see that happening and grieve over LWJ not knowing WRH was the one who died and LWJ doesn't inform them about the body swap but tells the guards to take LXC and LQR to their rooms he keeps his own body's severed head in his room also. LWJ asks guards to bring him WWX which they do but injured and WWX sees LWJ's severed head and gets angry he also practices to be more like WRH so nobody suspects this is the most clear i remember there were also i think one appearance of WQ and some from WX and WC was on ao3 ongoing atleast when i was reading think over 5 chapter but under 10 the last i had checked (i was so curios to know what happens next but i lost the fic)

thx and sorry if its too confusing

5B)

FOUND? where the sky begins by Shializaro (Not Rated, 17k, WangXian, Bodyswap, Blood and Violence, Body Dysphoria, Dissociation, Rape/Non-con Elements, Crack Treated Seriously)

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6. Hello! This is for ficfinder, I have lost track of two fics, and would very much like assistance finding them again!

A ) an Addams family style modern au. I cannot remember the title, but Lan Wangji enjoyed the taste of Hemlock tea, Wei Wuxian always dressed in gothic clothes, A-Yuan keeps getting possessed, Wen Ning would die temporarily every now and then then, and the reason Lan Wangji went to Yiling in the first place was to find his mother (madam lan is alive in this one).

B ) Young Prince Lan Wangji fled the palace to avoid an arranged marriage, and met an older Wei Wuxian and traveled with him, keeping his identity a secret. Lan Zichen catches up with them after Wangxian have spent the night together (bottom LWJ), and Lan Zhan is taken back to the palace. Wei Wuxian returns to claim his hand, revealing himself as Baoshan Sanren’s heir. Fix ends with them watching their kids play in Lan Zhan’s mother’s garden.

If you can help me find these, I would appreciate it very much!!!! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ @cullen-blue23

6A)

NOT FOUND🔒The Altogether Ooky WangXian Family by FluffyHippogriff (T, 72k, WIP, WangXian, 3Zun, Modern AU, Addams Family AU, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, mostly because death can be overcome with the help of a little necromancy, Kid Fic, Comedy)

FOUND! lovely thorns and singing crows by isabilightwood (E, 37k WangXian, Modern AU, Addams Family Vibes, meet cute at a funeral, Madam Lán Lives, Light Horror, Curses, Possession, Fluff and Humor, Developing Relationship, Found Family, Weirdo4weirdo wangxian, Eventual Smut, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs)

NOT FOUND🔒darkness there and nothing more by wvlfqveen (M, 21k, WangXian, Addams Family Fusion, Magical Realism, Body Horror, Addams Family Levels of Violence, Identity Issues)

6B)

FOUND! Beyond These Walls, the Heart Calls by wayward_wing (E, 13k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fluff and Smut, Adventure & Romance, Prince LWJ, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Jealous WWX, LWJ Flirts, Sleeping Together, Masturbation, Slight Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, eating ass, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Getting Together, Naive LWJ)

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7. Hi. I've been trying to find this Untamed fanfic which I bookmarked but somehow is not in my bookmarked collection anymore! :(. I think it's post-canon but WWX (of course) is injured and LWJ is helping him recover, told from LWJ perspective totally in-character where he has to remind himself to breathe. Once,wj returned to inn room, found WWX gone from the 2nd bed and he tripped over his own feet and was "resigned to the fall". Once he tucked WWX into his bed and sat at his desk to breathe.

FOUND? Always Light My Way by cqlorphan (E, 27k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Friends With Benefits, to lovers, wherein dual cultivation may be counted as a benefit, Jealous WWX, a little bit, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, angsty sex, Switch WangXian, Bottom LWJ, Service Top LWJ, Topping from the Bottom, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Coming Untouched, Dom/sub Undertones, the angsty sex happens in the beginning but they get past it dw, Oblivious LWJ, archer wwx, Smart WWX, Porn with Feelings, probably at least half of this fic is just that, Panic Attacks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dual Cultivation)

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8. thank you again for this wonderful blog! loading up on fics for my next offline trip and i have one that is driving me nuts. I remember seeing the reference here awhile back but for some idiot reason didn't bookmark it. What I remember is something like this : its after canon - Wei Ying is back, its after Guanyin's temple - but Lan Zhan has a soulmate to get back to so leaves Wei Ying alone on the road. that scene in Untamed haunted me. does this ring any bells? appreciate any help!! @oldoni

FOUND! Boy Trouble, We've Got Double by saltyfeathers (E, 60k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Case Fic, betrothed to someone else, unfurling of wifexian scrolls: the fic, Pining, Unresolved Sexual Tension, (it gets resolved lol), WWX POV, Protective wwx, WWX centric, explicit stuff only happens between wangxian, (or wwx and his own hand), Masturbation, get wwx a fainting couch agenda, Alcohol, wwx has some brain problems in this one, Consensual Non-Consent, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, straight boy WWX)

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9. Hello! Please help me find this fic. I don’t remember much, but there was an OC lan elder, who is rescued or helped by Wei Wuxian. I am not sure but Wei Ying didn’t know he was a lan or something. Later on they meet again and elder favours or helps him. I am sorry for being vague, but this is what I remember. It would be great if somebody knows what this fic may be !

Hello, this is requester for number 9. I am really grateful for the person who replied but unfortunately I don’t think that it is the fic I am looking for. As far as I remember wasn’t QHJ, rather an OC lan elder. However I really love the suggestion and enjoyed the fic, so thank you for that!

NOT FOUND The Shadows of My Old Palaces, Falling Across The Moats by ChilianXianzi (T, 8k, WangXian, onesided QHJ/WWX, Canon Divergence, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, QHJ lives, Domestic, Angst, POV Outsider, Age Difference, Fix-It of Sorts)

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10. for the FF: it was a fic where wx are full time dom/sub (sub wwx), i dont rmmbr much except that theres a part where jc causes a scene fearing lwj is abusing him (bc fulltime d/s, he chooses what wwx eats, wears, etc) and jyl has to tell him to shut up and that her and jzx are in a d/s relationship too! i read it ages ago T^T its not "something so flawed and free" by verseau btw! thank u guys <33 love u all mwah

FOUND! rainfall by daltoneering (E, 37k, WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, lifestyle kink, 24/7 D/s, Kink Negotiation, kink discussion, Communication, BDSM, dom lwj, Sub wwx, Top LWJ, Bottom wwx, Kink Exploration, collaring, Body Writing, Breathplay, Orgasm Denial, Bondage, Subdrop, Safewording, Panic Attacks, [Podfic of] rainfall by exmanhater)

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11. Hiii! I don't remember much except for the first few chapters, but the fic was really long. I think the plot started off as "What if the Incident in Qiongdi Path never happened?"

The first chapter or so takes place at Jin Lings one month celebration

Wei Wuxian is really damn depressed the whole time (he's really damn depressed the whole fic actually)

Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan never die. Yanli wants to spend time with Wei Wuxian and she makes some soup, but he gets spooked at some point and Wen Ning helps him run away back to the Burial Mounds???

At some point later on in the fic, Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli go to Cloud Recesses and they bring some food for Wangxian.

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12. hii :D im looking for a modern au fic where lz works as a in pharmaceutics and meets wy who is the tech guy of their apartment. he calls himself mo xuanyu and lives with ayuan and is trying to escape his past with the help of police officer nmj. i think there was an autistic lz tag in that fic too. it was so good but i think i forgot to bookmark it.. thanks for your help! @harapecowee

FOUND! Stop and Stay by Fantazy_Eyeland7 (M, 98k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, LXC/JGY, SL/XXC, WIP, Blood and Violence, Hurt WWX, Kidnapping, Torture, WWX discovering weighted blankets, Pining LWJ, Modern, FBI Agent NMJ, Protective LWJ, Emotional Manipulation, Toxic JGY, not JGY friendly, LWJ learning how to communicate, WangXian have competence kinks, adopting children, Bad Parent YZY, Protective JYL, Protective JC, Protective NMJ, Past Child Abuse, Precious LSZ, Baby LJY, Warning: XY, Blind Character, slaps top of WWX: This bad boy can fit so much trauma inside, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Everyone is ending up in well-needed therapy, Child Abandonment, Genius WWX, Obsessive XY, Yunmeng Siblings Feels, Eventual Smut, Bad Parent JFM, Junior Quartet Dynamics, (As Babies!), Implied/Referenced Suicide, sort of a slow burn, but not really, because they KNOW, they just can't, Good Uncle LQR, eventually) It doesn't have the austistic!lz tag, but everything else fits.

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13. Hi! 🤗

I'm looking for two fics:

A) A fic where WQ makes a second operation with WWX and JC. The only thing I remember is that WWX is really in a bad condition and they ask JC to give the half of the golden core to WWX. He accepts.

B) I'm not sure if it's one o two fics that I'm mixing, but all I remember is that LWJ when he knows about the lost golden core of WWX, decided to make a second golden core inside him to give it to WWX.

Thanks for the wonderful work! 🥰 @wangxiansgirl

13A)

FOUND! The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)

NOT FOUND! Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) might also be, (around chapter 43)?

NOT FOUND! in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, WangXian)

13B)

FOUND? 🧡 Discarded by teawater (E, 178k, WIP, WangXian, Lots of Angst, Hurt/Comfort, YLLZ WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect, Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ) If 13B is different from 13A, maybe B is Discarded Lan Zhan creates a "seed core" that Wei Ying can use to grow a new core.

FOUND? these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, ...eventually, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Sunshot Campaign)

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14. Im trying to find a fic

It was modern setting and maybe has cultivation still? wwx is a tattoo artist and I believe lwj saw some type dark energy out side his shop. So he went in and ending up saying he wanted a tattoo, wwx was who ended up talking to him about it and making him a design. I think it had something to do with bunnies and, then finally when the day came for lwj to get the tattoo. He’s like I’m sorry I never wanted one, wwx gets upset and tells lwj to pay him money in cash for compensation. Lwj does that’s all I can remember I think wwx might have adopted or least helps take care of a -yuan. @zerokogane

FOUND! Demon Ink by Jade_Valentine (E, 189k, WIP, WangXian, Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Tattoo Artist WWX, Magic, Chaotic Bisexual WWX, Demisexual LWJ, background NieLan, Slow Burn, Angst, But substantially less angst than canon, Mutual Masturbation, Domestic Fluff, Welcome to my LWJ & NHS friendship agenda, Shower Sex, Brief mentions of past Lan Bro abuse at the hands of LQR, wangxian family feels, WWX is the Best Dad Ever, WWX's canonical abuse at the hands of Madam Yu, Blow Jobs, Slight Make-Up Kink)

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15. Fic finder request please!!

This is a short omegaverse wangxia? I think it might’ve been part of a series? where it’s Omega WWX and YZY gets him married off to LWJ where she expects him to be treated badly. Instead bc the Lana treat omegas very well, WWX is happy and content. Meanwhile JYL is jealous that WWX actually got mating bites and equal status bc Jin Zixuan didn’t even do that for her. I can’t remember anything else. 😅

FOUND!🔒Alliance AU by Ilona22 (E, 21k, WangXian, JYL/OC, Arranged Marriage, A/B/O Dynamics, PWP, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Intersex Omegas, Not JC Friendly, Matchmaking, canon Jiang family dynamics, Family time, Night Hunts, Mention of male omega pregnancy, Intrigue at Jinlintai, Mentions of Prostitution, War, Conflict between characters)

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16. Sorry to be asking this(fic finder), I really don’t remember how I got to this fic but now I cannot find it but I feel like it probably was here

It’s a fic about how when wwx comes back to life he meets lxc instead of lwj in Mo manor. he asks for lwj and that confirms to lxc that he is wwx and not Mo xuanyu and asks him to go back with him to cloud recesses where he takes care of lwj who couldn’t heal after the 33 leash punishment.

At first wwx doesn’t want lwj to know that it’s him. He brings him bunnies and helps him re learn how to play the guqin(he cannot play it due to his injuries and because he hasn’t practiced since he was punished) lan Yuan helps wwx to learn how to play it and lwj starts being more active

Lxc is happy and let’s wwx go to a small one week vacation but lwj gets worse that week, he also discovers mxy is wwx I think

Tsm for the help🙇‍♀️

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17. hi! i’m looking for two fics:

A) one where wei ying lives with ghosts and is a teacher and runs into lan zhan for the first time in years during a class field trip

B) all i can remember is that wei ying wrote a software called yiling

17A)

FOUND! won’t take the easy road by twigofwillow (T, 47k, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, WWX & WQ, space au, yearning, found family, complicated family feels, ghosts, food, teacher WWX)

17B)

NOT FOUND Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 107k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Persuasion au, Separations, Mutual Pining, Depression, Miscommunication, Emotional Roller Coaster, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Reconciliation, Eventual Smut, Jane Austen Fusion, Underage Kissing) I think no. 17 might be "Tempo Rubato" but the software is "Stygian"

NOT FOUND The Fated Fortuity by devinokaze (T, 26k, wangxian, WIP, Royalty AU, Modern, Social Media, WWX is Wen Ruohan's son, Qishan Wen Kingdom, stangers to lovers, Prince WWX) The software is called Yin Tiger Tally and Su She tries to claim he wrote it lol.

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18. Hello!! All good? I'm looking for a fic in which WWX becomes a god after his death, I think he's the god of death if I remember correctly. I remember a part where Madam Yu and her Husband (the leader of the Jiang sect) decide to reincarnate... I don't remember much, it's been a while since I read it, another thing I remember is that he communicated with Jiang Cheng through dreams. I already searched the Tag Deity Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian but I didn't find it... Thank you for your work!! @sweettiebah

FOUND! 🔒 Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 88k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, major character death, rape/non-con, underage, graphic depictions of violence, Slow Burn, Canonical Character Death, God WWX, God Verse, BAMF WWX, Grieving LWJ, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Gods & Goddesses au, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Rabbits, Fix-It, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Castration, Lots of it, repeatedly, Punishment, Hell)

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19. heyy could u help me find a fic, I only vaguely remember the details

I read this quite a while ago, wwx is some sort of courtesan, pretty sure he works in a brothel, lwj is either a cultivator (like in canon) or he's a noble/king smth like that! he meets wwz in the brothel place and I think wwx is pretty sly, MAYBE he's wearing dresses and I'm pretty sure they get married in the end? I think someone in the lan clan is against wwx (either lxc or lqr) and I'm also pretty sure it's a pwp, they might have been conspiring too, it's all very vague! any help would be appreciated thanks!!!

FOUND! 醉 | drunk; intoxication by sweetlolixo (E, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mythical Creature WWX, everyone falls in love with weiying at first sight..., Besotted LWJ, Romance, Pregnant WWX, Fluff)

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20. Hi I’m looking for a fix where sizhui and jingyi travels back to the past (maybe to the conference) and they make commentary during the entire time they were waiting to get back to their present. I think in this fix, sizhui revealed that some of the people (madam Yu and others) are listed on lan zhan’s lists. Sizhui also mentions that lan zhan has several lists for different things. Also jinyi called Jin guangshan jin guangshit throughout the whole time they’re there. Thanks

FOUND? A Room Full of Dead People by BurningBlueDiamond (T, 10k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, but not really, Canon Divergence, Conference in Qinghe but canonically they stay in Gusu, strangely fluffy, POV Outsider)

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moonchildquinn · 1 year

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request: fluff/smut with dad!Eddie 👀🔥

summary: you never wanted a lot of kids, in fact you were very happy with your one with Eddie, or so you thought

warnings: 18+!!! MINORS DNI I SWEAR TO GOD GO AWAY!! slight teasing, secret breeding kink, (Eddie never mentioned it to you) unprotected PIV (better wrap it before you tap it) also fluff and Eddie being a great dad, lemme know if i missed anything and sorry it’s not proofread! pls also know this is my first time writing smut so be nice again pls

word count: 1.8k

Let’s Have Another Baby - Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

When you had your son with Eddie you thought that, that would be it. It’s not that you hated the pregnancy or any of that it’s just you thought one kid was enough. But every time you saw Eddie with Dio that mindset slowly started to change. Eddie was just the perfect father. Shit you swore your son liked Eddie way more than you at times with how he acted. Eddie says otherwise but you never bought it.

“Babe, babe, babe! Look at what I got Dio today!” Eddie comes running into your shared room. You were in the middle of playing with Dio on the bed but as soon as he heard Eddie he couldn’t get away from you quicker. You give Eddie a look as if saying, see told you, he rolls his eyes.

“What did you get our son?” You ask, grabbing your son and helping him stand on the bed. Eddie unfolds a shirt that had the cover of the band Dio’s new album on it.

“Isn’t it fuckin cool?!” Eddie asked making you giggle at his excitement.

“Yea it’s cool babe, come on let’s see if it fits.” Eddie rushes over and sits next to you and you change Dio into his new t-shirt.

“It fits perfectly!” Eddie says. He jumps up and quickly goes over to your record player and instantly throws on the new album. Dio starts to get excited in your arms. Eddie starts to head bang and of course Dio tries to copy him making you laugh. Eddie stops for a moment at the sound of your laugh and smiles as he sees his son trying to head bang as well. “You’ll get it eventually kid, don’t sweat it.”

“So the little sheep are coming over today.” Eddie says while you make breakfast.

“Oh?” You say looking back at him for a second. You smile looking at both your boys, with their crazy bed head, and matching Black Sabbeth pjs.

“Mike said Will has the best campaign ever and they insist I see it. Clearly forgetting the best campaign to happen was in ‘86 from yours truly.” He says.

“Sure it was.” You joke.

“Got your panties wet didn’t it?” He says cockily and your jaw drops.

“Edward Munson don’t talk like that in front of my son.” You scold.

“He’s 1 and I covered his ears.” He says. You give him a look and he apologizes.

“Well I guess I’ll make snacks then for everyone.” You say.

“Nothings changed.” He says smiling remembering all the times in high school when you and him started talking, how you would show up to Hellfire with snacks. That’s when he knew you were his person.

“Bye guys have a good night.” You say as the last of the groups walks out. You close the door and look at Eddie.

“Okay I must admit Will did a great job.” He says and you smile.

“We need to talk.” You say and he instantly frowns.

“Okay Dustin started it, he can be a cocky little shit at times.” Eddie says and you laugh.

“Not about that, I know he can be that’s why he’s my favorite.” You say.

“Then what do we need to talk about? Wait your favorite? Excuse me?” Eddie says, eyebrows raising.

“I think we should have another baby.” You say throwing him off guard.

“Wait really?” He questioned.

“Yea, I know what I said before but seeing how you are with Dio and just how you’ve always been with the group, I just think we should have one more, maybe hopefully have a daughter.” You say and he smiles wide.

“Okay, well just say the word and I’ll send Dio to Wayne’s so we can have the night to ourselves.” He say getting up and coming over to you. He pulls you into him and starts kissing on your neck.

“Eds.”You warn.

“I’m not doing anything.” He says. “Come on let’s clean up and head to bed.”

“Good idea.” You say.

“You two have fun alright? We’ll see you in the morning!” Wayne says as he holds Dio on his hip. He starts waving his hand and Dio copies him.

“See you later Wayne!” Eddie says getting in his car.

“Bye Wayne!” You smile. Eddie had insisted on making it a date and not just a fuck and done type thing. You deserve so much more than that as he says. He starts the car up and takes off. You had no idea where he was taking you and no matter how much you asked he would not tell you.

“Okay put the blindfold on.” Eddie says when you get to a red light.

“Is this truly necessary?” You ask him.

“Yes, now put it on sweetheart.” He says. You sigh and put it on. “Oh we’re so using that later.” You move your hand around feeling for Eddie before you lightly smack his chest making him laugh.

“Just drive Munson.” You say.

“Will do, Mrs. Munson.” He says and your heart races. You loved it when he called you that even if you weren’t married yet. Eddie finally stops the car and reaches over and undoes your blindfold. Your eyes adjust and you gasp a little.

“You didn’t.” You say looking at Eddie.

“But I did.” He says smiling and getting out of the car and quickly coming over to your side to open the door. Eddie had recreated your guys first date at Lovers Lake. When you step out you grab his face instantly and kiss him.

“I love you, so much.” You say when you finally pull away.

“And I love you, now come on.” He says. He grabs your hand and you go sit down.

“Do you understand how perfect you are Eds?” You ask him.

“If anyone is perfect it’s you sweets. But thank you.” He says smiling at you.

“So you liked it?” Eddie asked as you both looked up at the stars.

“I liked it the first time it happened, of course I’m going to like it this time too.” You say.

“I just want things to be perfect for you.” He says.

“Eddie you are perfect to me.” You say looking at him.

“You always say that but-.” You cut him off.

“Eds, I mean it when I say that, that’s why I always say that.” You say and he smiles.

“Alright, ready to head home?” He asked you.

“Yes, if you are.” You say.

“I mean I’m enjoying it here but I want you to be comfortable when we get to baby making.” He says, making you laugh.

“You’re so romantic.” You say making him laugh now.

“Come on.” He says getting up. He reaches his hand out and you grab it getting up.

When you two got home, Eddie really didn’t want to waste time. He didn’t say anything but when you told him you wanted another baby something inside awoke and he’s been wanting to basically pounce on you but he kept himself back until right now. As soon as you guys got to your room clothes were off and Eddie had you pinned down to the bed, a mess after all his teasing.

“Eds please.” You whined. He runs his fingers along your slit again, groaning at how wet you are for him.

“Please what sweetheart? Hmm, what do you need? Come on, use your words, tell me what you need.” He whispers in your ear.

“Just fuck me please, no more teasing.” You beg.

“Fucking Christ sweetheart.” He breathes out moving his fingers away. He grips onto his dick and can’t help but tease you just a little bit more.

“Eddie.” You whine.

“Sweetheart.” He mocks you. You pout and he pouts back, letting the tip of his cock slip in a little making you gasp before he pulls away again and watches your pussy clench around nothing. He just couldn’t help it, he loved hearing you beg for him. He finally gives in though, needing to feel you. He slips into you and bottoms out making you both moan loudly at the feeling. He moves his hands under the bends of your knees and pushes them to your chest and starts thrusting into you at an unforgiving pace.

“Mmm Eds.” You moan out.

“Fuck sweetheart, the second you told me you wanted another baby I’ve been dying to fuck you. Just fill you up with my baby, get you all nice and round again.” He groans out making you whine out.

“That’s right Eds, fuck a baby into me again.” You moan out. He looks at you and smirks.

“Don’t have to tell me twice sweets.” He leans down and starts kissing on your neck, lightly running his teeth along your skin making you breath come out shaky. You clench around Eddie a little and his thrust falter a little. “Oh no, you’re cumming first.” He brings his hand down and starts rubbing your clit making you moan loudly. He leans down and starts sucking on your nipple, and you clench around him, nails digging into his shoulders as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your orgasm hitting you hard. Your breath catching in your throat for a moment.

“Ed-Eddie.” You moan loudly. He rides you through your orgasam and now you made it your goal to help him get to his. “Come on Eds, fill my pussy up, cum inside me, please I want it so bad.”

“Christ!” He groans out into your ear. His throat start to falter and he bites onto your shoulder as he cums, his spill filling you up completely. Eddie catches his breath before he pulls out a little. His cum drips out a little. “Can’t have that now can we?” He takes the tip of his dick, using the tip to collect the cum before he bottoms out into you again making you moan out again. You wrap your arms around him and pull him into you and just hold him against you.

“I love you.” You say.

“And I love you, also just letting you know now, if we have another boy we have to name him Dustin.” Eddie says and you look at him.

“And why is that?” You ask him.

“I promised Henderson if we have had another baby we would name it after him.” He says.

“Not happening, love Dustin but you already got away with the name of our first baby, you’re not getting away with it again.” You say.

“So, Sabbeth is out of the question?” He asked you.

“Geez Eddie.” You say making him laugh. Honestly Sabbeth didn’t sound too bad but we’re not naming your other son Dustin, he could get over it.

“Rest up sweetheart, we have all night still.” He says and you laugh.

“I’m ready for round two now.” You say and he smiles wide. And that was just the start of your long night.

#eddie munson smut #dad!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

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w3irdo666 · 2 months

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Manie De Posséder

Lucifer x Fem! Reader

You opened your eyes slightly, but even this was difficult for you. Your exhausted body lay on the cold floor. There were chains on your neck and legs that rubbed your delicate skin. It took you 5 minutes to get up and sit down normally, you didn’t have that much strength. You looked down, into nowhere. Your eyes were swollen and dry from the number of tears you cried. Suddenly you heard a familiar voice, whose laughter echoed throughout the room.Lucifer. A few seconds after the voice, the man himself appeared in front of you, looking down at you and grinning.

“Well, hello dear! You've lost quite a bit of weight, haven't you?"

His proud voice hurt your ears. You slowly looked at him. A slight wheeze escaped your throat, followed by your quiet voice.

"Why...are you doing this...? what do you want..?"

“Oh, darling, I already told you. I want nothing more from you than... your body. I’m only interested in your body..Ah, I remember when I first saw you... Ah, you were amazing."

You felt a burning sensation in your eyes. You wanted to cry more and more, but you just couldn’t anymore.Suddenly his smile grew even wider. “I made a metal collar for you so that you won’t run away!” After this words on your neck appeared iron collar that slightly choked you.

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You didn’t know how it happened. You were an ordinary girl at 25 years old. Work, study, nothing special. Life flowed like a calm river, without bringing any major surprises. You lived in a rented one-room apartment. you moved out from your parents as soon as you turned 18. Peace and tranquility, everything you love. No, you loved campaigns and parties, but you liked to relax in silence more.

It happened unexpectedly. You were saying goodbye to your friend after an evening walk.

"Bye Alexi!"

“Bye Y/N! Are you sure you don’t need to be escorted out?” The girl said as she opened the door of the taxi. You shook your head slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine"

If only you knew that wasn't true...

"Well...Okay then, good night!"

"Night!"

Your friend got into the taxi and left. Waving goodbye, you began your way home. It was dark, not a single living creature on the street. Since it was already late, you didn’t think it was strange. And it should have been... Walking past a dark alley between the houses, you heard strange sounds. It was difficult to understand which ones exactly. At first you were not sure whether it was worth looking there. But nevertheless, interest took its toll and you looked into the alley. It would be better if you didn't do this...

What you saw there will forever remain in your head. You will never be able to forget it. Your eyes widened in shock and disgust. You saw the corpse of a man. A mutilated corpse. Whose flesh was being eaten by some creature. A demon. It must be a fucking demon.His eyes glowed bloody red in the darkness. His long fingers... or claws... you didn’t understand, but they so easily tore piece by piece from a person. Everything around was covered in blood. And the demon himself was in it. Because of the darkness it was difficult to see his appearance. The only thing you clearly saw were his horns, eyes and fingers.The scream was stuck in your throat. It was as if you were paralyzed. Every cell in your body was screaming for you to run away, but it was impossible to move.

"Like what you see?" Said demon in low voice, growling.You were so surprised that you saw the creature in front of you that you didn’t even notice how the demon turned in your direction. He licked his lips, covered in blood.

At that moment, you were finally able to control your body. Your brain started working again. You screamed and ran as fast as possible to your house. You blessed God for the fact that you decided to wear shoes that weren’t with thin heels today. You ran as fast as ever. Adrenaline played in your veins. Having reached the house, you quickly ran inside, slamming the door behind you and closing it with all the locks. You sat down, leaning your back against the door. You never really believed in God and didn’t know a single prayer, but this situation has forced you to change your overall outlook.

Waking up the next day, you thought that it was your drunken imagination that drew this creature. Still, you drank well yesterday, but the bloody footprints on your porch proved the opposite. They were not like human ones... and definitely not like yours... You began to see the silhouette of this demon everywhere. One morning you were doing your makeup before university and saw him in the reflection behind you. Now you were able to see him better. Not very tall, white skin, sharp teeth visible in a big grin. Short blond hair and a white suit. He stood behind you, grinning. “See you later” Someone’s voice said in your head before you lost consciousness. You didn’t know how long you lay unconscious when you opened your eyes, but looking at the clock you realized that 3 hours had passed. Fuck.

One day, his sudden appearances drove you crazy. You hadn’t slept for a week. The lights were on in the whole house all day. There wasn’t a single dark place. You felt like you were going crazy. You didn’t leave the house. You forgot what a calm life looks like. Two weeks later, you began to be afraid of every rustle. You did not allow yourself to fall asleep for a second, after one day you accidentally dozed off and he came to you in a dream.After wich you woke up in fear, sweating.

Your madness got to the point that you once even brought a priest to illuminate your house. The demon's reaction to this was... not good. He began to scare you even more often, the presence of the priest only angered him. One day you were surfing the Internet looking for a way to get rid of the demon. You found some kind of ritual, hope finally appeared in your eyes. You searched the whole house to prepare everything for the ritual. A knife, candles, an old notebook.

One evening you started the ritual. You placed the candles in a certain order, building a pattern, lit them, just as they said in the instructions for the ritual of expulsion. You drew a circle with salt on the floor and sat inside it. You were afraid. You were afraid of what might not go well. so. You were afraid that nothing would work out... Taking the knife in your hands, you made an incision on your finger. It hurt.

You wrote Latin words on the floor with your blood.You began to cast the spell. You felt the atmosphere in the room change.You heard someone's low groan. His groan.You closed your eyes in fear and folded your hands in prayer.You suddenly felt a burning pain inside, but you did not dare to open your eyes. And time, like thin ice, seemed to freeze before your eyes. "Did you think that your stupid exorcism would save you?"

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It was his voice.Ritual didn't work.

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“I liked the way you tried to banish me back to hell.. And with blood you drew a protective sign on the floor.”

Lucifer leaned down, looking at you. Frightened, chained, pathetic.He crouched to you and took your chin with a tight grip.

"And every mortal, seeing fear, is ready to understand you..."

You closed your eyes and tried to turn your face away, but Lucifer’s grip was too strong.He moved his face to your ear.

“But you’re the only one who couldn’t understand what you did wrong.” He whispered into your ear with cold, almost sharp as a knife, voice.

Notes: Well...i hope y'all liked this one! (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer

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formosusiniquis · 1 year

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In a turn of events surprising exactly no one among the group, it's Dustin's who starts the whole thing. He calls a formal party meeting, and an hour after the message goes out over the walkie Steve has a living room full of anxious freshman and Eddie Munson -- and him and Robin who are mostly there because the meeting had to be held at Steve's house for some reason.

Dustin's sense of dramatics have come to rival Eddie's, and he waits until they're all seated before he even bothers coming out from where he hid himself with a manilla folder under one arm and the only white sheet in Steve's house, that had definitely come from off of his parent's bed, under the other. He doesn't say a word as he throws the sheet over the entertainment center and comes back again wheeling in an overhead projector. Steve can still faintly make out O'Donnell written on the side. "I'm sure you're wondering why I've gathered you all here today," Dustin punctuated his sentence with the heavy click of the projector being switched on.

The fan doesn't drown out the screaming from the crowd.

"You made it sound like an emergency."

"How did you get that here?"

"How did you get it at all?"

"Please," Dustin interrupts, "save all questions for the end." From his manilla folder he slaps a pre-written laminate down on the light table. Projecting, enlarged for everyone to see, 'Why Lucien is secretly the big bad of the whole campaign: a presentation by Dustin Henderson."

"This is the lamest reason for petty theft ever." Eddie gripes. Clearly more upset than Henderson had actually figured the plot twist out, Steve remembers how proud of himself he'd been when he talked himself through it weeks ago.

"Did you help him do this?" Steve asks, afraid of the answer.

"Obviously not, why would I spoil my own-"

"The projector, Eddie."

"I mean barely, I was more of a getaway driver. Really, if she wanted to keep her projector she shouldn't have moved it out into the hallway so they could wax the floors. I didn't know he was going to use it for evil."

Henderson clears his throat, a disgusting phlegmy hem-hem, "If you're going to talk through the presentation, you'll be asked to leave."

The attitude on the kid, really.

It becomes a thing after that. Steve already has the projector, it's not like he can bring it back to the highschool. What would he even say, 'Sorry about the confusion, my overhead projector looks just like this one.' When there's nothing good at Family Video to rent or it's raining too hard to use the pool, they'll all go to different corners of the house with a stack of ten laminate sheets, a wet erase marker, and a vague theme. Then they come back and share what they've come up with.

The group is incapable of not instigating some kind of competition, at the end of the night they'd fight and argue over whose presentation was best. Steve participated half the time, but more often than not let himself be talked into playing referee to make sure no one's feelings got too hurt. On those nights he'd add onto Robin's. His favorite: why star trek is better than star wars (with footnotes from Steve)

It's at least twice as gay, kirk and spock are basically alien married and uhura definitely had a thing for spock's wife. All star wars has is the robots and they're barely main characters.

Steve note: Spock's half-vulcan status can be looked at the same as being bi or genderqueer, not feeling like you belong right in either half of your identity cause you aren't enough of one or the other -- Luke is just a twink with a nice wardrobe.

The Party could argue about anything, but Steve wasn't exactly surprised when the young adults got in on the fun too. The projector didn't usually come out until they were all drunk or stoned enough to admit that they had been waiting all night to make their presentations. Unlike the kids who mostly treat the games like debate team: who's the most powerful fictional character, what's the best PC class, what character from star wars would survive the Upside Down (he thought Erica's presentation: why the my little ponies could take down tiamat but wouldn't because they're too civilized, was especially inspired). The older teens treated it more like an amped up game of truth or dare, making up things that someone else in the group should have to do and encouraging the rest of the group to join in too.

They started the night off with Argyle's "Why Steve should give me his secret brownie recipe" which turned out to be mostly about how good they would taste as weed brownies and Eddie and Jon were quick to join his side.

They go around like that advocating for bad decisions like consequences don't exist, like they could be kids again. Robin thinks they should get tattoos, Steve is easily swayed. Jon proposes a road trip back to California. Nancy says they should all move to Boston with her. Eddie thinks the core four should start a band. Steve waits for his turn.

Steve has had his pages written and waiting for days. He knows exactly how long it takes his friends every time they meet to get wasted enough to give in to the temptation to wheel out his contraband projector. Once Robin is finished shouting at Eddie about how they're the only ones with any musical gifts he takes his turn.

"Why Eddie Munson should go out with me: a presentation by Steve Harrington."

#steddie #at the end but it was the foundation on which the rest of this was built #stranger things #stranger things fic #my fic #i saw a picture of one of the old overhead projectors and had a visceral flashback to my school years #they were being phased out but my 8th grade math teacher insisted on keeping his til he retired #honestly superior to the smart board #core memory drawing on the one in my moms classroom as a kid #hands stained by wet erase expo markers #anyway if theres a will theres a way and the party would eat up those ppt presentation nights

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kitramune · 6 months

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Kissing (Rating - T)

Here's a short InuKag drabble I wrote today. I was gonna post it for WIP Wednesday but I ended up considering it finished. Oh, well! This one was inspired by @shinidamachu and her campaign to reclaim the first kiss attempt as a proper InuKag moment.

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Kissing did not come naturally into Inuyasha's thoughts. Having grown up without much parental love, and even less romantic prospects, he didn't know if it ever would. He knew about kissing, of course. People did it all the time. Spouses, lovers, parents and their children, people even kissed their pets. But he'd never kissed anyone before – at least that he could remember. He'd definitely never been described as what one might call particularly loving.

But that day, in that moment, when Kagome had yelled in his face and made a big deal about her appearance – which he'd stopped thinking about if he was being honest – and whether he hated her – was she stupid? Why would he protect her and let her see his human form if he hated her?! - it did enter his mind. As swiftly and suddenly as this spitfire girl had come into his life, he found himself drawn to show her how she made him feel.

Her face was just so close. So perfectly shaped into that cute angry huff she got. They were way too close and he could suddenly think of nothing he wanted more than to lean in the extra few inches and learn what her lips would feel like pressed against his.

And why shouldn't he do it? He should totally do it. Just a little. To see if he even liked it. Who knows? It might be gross. Overrated. It'd be easy enough to find out.

He'd already told her she smelled good, so shouldn't he be more open? More honest about what he'd been feeling for her lately? She wouldn't stop going on about Kikyou, and it would at the very least be an effective way to shut her up. Right?

He grabbed her hand as gently as he could, tired of hearing her tirade. Hell, it hurt to hear she still didn't trust him after he'd bared his damn heart to her on his human night! Her eyes conveyed nothing but confusion at his action. Clearly she hadn't expected it. Yeah, well that made two of them, to be honest.

“You have it wrong...”

…

The second time he tried was admittedly way later than he'd meant it to be. Kagome was clearly not ready for kissing yet the first time, and he wanted to respect that. He did. Even if it drove him crazy sometimes! But hearing her reiterate her promise right before the final battle, well... It pulled at a deep-rooted longing in his chest. She wasn't going to leave him, even for her own safety. She wanted to stay with him forever. He wanted to stay with her forever. That's what people called marriage, right? So if he was proposing, he should kiss her too, right?

He wanted to. He wanted to so badly... He took her hand, just like last time. She still looked surprised, but not in the same way. She almost looked... expectant? And her hand was reciprocating his hold, just slightly, if not a little sweaty, showing her anxiety.

“Then, if that's what you want... I swear on my life to protect you.”

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Kagome's giggle rang in his senses as Inuyasha nibbled at her ear, pressing her up against the outer wall of Kaede's hut. She'd been back with him for three days and he swore it was impossible to keep his hands off her. He'd never figured himself for the kind of man who would be this insatiable just to kiss his woman, but here they were, laughing in hushed voices and stealing touches when they were supposed to be working.

“Y'know,” Kagome grinned, returning his affections by kissing at his neck, “You'd better cut that out, cuz if you don't stop soon, I won't let you stop at all.”

Inuyasha groaned, dipping his head to press their lips together in one last taste before he had to let her go. “Don't remind me I have to travel out of province today... If I back out, that lech will catch on and never let us hear the end of it.”

“You better get going so we can afford our own home quickly, then.”

“Yeah,” he sighed in resignation. “Yeah, you're right.”

His wife waved him goodbye with far too much amusement cheer for his liking, and to his credit he did make it a few steps away from her... But then he cursed and rushed back to sweep her up into another deep kiss, eliciting more laughter from the woman now back in his arms.

“Just saying goodbye properly,” he growled.

She nodded through the kisses before managing to speak. “Come home soon, Inuyasha.”

“Yeah. I'll be back home before you know it.”

#Inuyasha #InuKag #fanfic #myfics #sorry it's so short #but I felt like I had nothing more to add #hopefully it's still cute

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peavhyshy · 1 year

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- 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I (𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦)

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: in which you write an article on how to lose someone in ten days to prove to your best friend it's not about looks but about how you act in a relationship.

Warning: n/a

Words: 2,514

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I

❝You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days❞

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨. You longed for a chance to write about more serious subjects, something that could truly make a difference. Just as you thought you were about to lose your mind in thinking of what your career could be, you noticed your best friend Wanda approaching her cubicle.

Wanda’s red eyes and tear stained cheeks made your heart ache. ‘’Y/N just can’t find the right guy.’ Wanda choked out, trying to hold back her tears. ‘’I mean, is there something wrong with me? Am I just not attractive enough?’

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on Wanda’s shoulder. ‘’Girl, you’re gorgeous, any guy with a brain would be lucky to have you. It’s about how you’re always depending on these guys for your happiness and acting a bit… you know needy,’’ You said softly, trying to offer some insight.

Wanda sniffled, dabbing at her green eyes with a tissue you have given her. ‘’Huh, I never thought about it like that.’’

Inspired by Wanda’s situation, You decided to write an article to help Wanda but also to challenge yourself as a writer. ‘’Hey, I’ve got an idea. What If I write an article on how to lose someone in ten days by, like, imitating your behaviors? That way, I can show you it’s not about looks but about how we act in relationships.’’

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦. Her boss, David, a middle-aged man with graying hair, raised an eye at her proposal.

‘’You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days?’’ he asked skeptically.

Natasha nodded, her green eyes sparkling with determination. ‘’I know I can. And when I do, I want to lead on our next big advertising campaign.’’

Her boss chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘’Alright, Romanoff. You’ve got yourself a bet. But remember, the company ball is in ten days, so you better work fast.’’

Natasha grinned, feeling a bit of thrill at the challenge.

𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦. You walked the hallway to your boss’s office, your heart pounding with anticipation. As you walked into the office your boss, an older woman with a stern expression, looked up from her computer. ‘’Y/N, what can I do for you?’’ she asked, her voice firm but polite.

You swallowed nervously before speaking up. ‘’I have an idea for an article I’d really like to write. It’s a bit different from my usual ‘how-to’ pieces’ pieces, but I think it could be important and engaging for our readers.’’

Your boss Pepper raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. ‘’Go on.’’

‘’Well, the article would be about how to lose someone in ten days by imitating certain behaviors,’’ You explained, your voice gaining confidence. ‘’I want to show that it’s not about how a women looks but how we act in relationships.’’

Pepper leaned back in her chair considering your proposal, after a moment, she nodded. ‘’Y/N, I like the idea. It’s refreshing and could be a nice change of pace for our magazine. Go ahead and start working on it. I’m looking forward to reading the final piece.’’

You beamed, thrilled that your boss was on board with your idea. ‘’Thank you so much! I won’t let you down.’’

As you left the office, you felt more motivated than ever to write your article.

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘. You decided to sit down with Wanda at her apartment with some coffee to discuss Wanda’s relationship patterns hoping to come up with the ten steps that could lead to a breakup.

‘’Wanda, I need your help. I want to identify ten behaviors that you think would make someone break up with you. Can you tell me how you’ve acted in your past relationships?’’

Wanda sighed, stirring her coffee thoughtfully. ‘’Well, I guess I’ve been pretty clingy. I always want to be with my partner, like, all the time.��’

‘’Okay,’’ You said, jotting down a note. ‘’That could be Step !: Be overly clingy.’’

Wanda nodded, then continued. ‘’I also get really jealous. I question them about every person they talk to, and I get upset if they want to spend time with their friends.’’

You scribbled more notes. ‘’Step 2: Show excessive jealousy.’’

As you two continued to your conversation you guys made more steps:

Be overly clingy.

Show excessive Jealousy.

Constantly seek validation and reassurance.

Be overly possessive of their time and attention.

Make your partner feel guilty for wanting space.

Ignore your partner’s interests and focus solely on your own.

Be overly critical of your partner’s actions and choices.

Overreact to small issues and turn them into major arguments.

Expect your partner to solve all of your emotional problems. a

Constantly bring up past mistakes, even if they’ve been resolved.

𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗟 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗠𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗥, 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗. The bar atmosphere was lively, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. You found a table near the back and settled down, ordering drinks.

Across the bar, Natasha sat with her coworkers Clint, Maria, and her boss David, discussing her bet and scanning the bar for a suitable candidate. Clint’s eyes landed on you, who was animatedly chatting with your friends. ‘’How about her?’’ he suggested, nodding in your direction.

Natasha followed her gaze and studied you for a moment. You seemed interesting and confident, and Natasha felt a spark of curiosity. ‘’She could be the one,’’ Natasha agreed, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’I’ll make my move.’’

David leaned back in his chair, smirking. ‘’Good luck, Romanoff. Remember, you only have ten days.’’

Natasha nodded and stood up, smoothing her clothes and taking a breath to steady her nerves. As she approached the table she couldn’t help but notice the warm friendship between the three girls.

‘’Hi,’’ Natasha said, flashing a charming smile at you. ‘’I’m Natasha. Mind if I join you?’’

You looked up, your eyes meeting Natasha’s, and you felt a flutter of surprise at the sudden introduction. ‘’Uh, sure. I’m Y/N, and these are my friends Wanda and Carol.’’

As Natasha settled into her seat, you were the first one to break the ice. ‘’So, Natasha, what brings you the bar tonight?’’

Natasha smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. ‘’Well, my coworkers and I were just unwinding after a long day at the office. How about you?’’

Carol chimed in, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’We’re doing the same, just trying to relax a bit. What do you work in?’’

Natasha hesitated for a moment. ‘’I work in advertising. It’s pretty exciting most of the time, bur it can be stressful too.’’

Wanda nodded understandingly. ‘’I can imagine. Y/N, Carol, and I both work at an magazine, so we know a thing or two about stress.’’

At one point, Carol brought a recent article you had written. ‘’Y/N’s last piece on the best local coffee shops was fantastic. You should give it a read, Natasha. She’s a talented writer.’’

Natasha smiled, faking interest. ‘’I’ll definitely look it up. I’m always on the hunt for a good coffee shop.’’

As the night went on, you guys had a good time laughing, sharing stories, and enjoying a few too many drinks. You felt the effects of too many drinks and began to sway unsteadily on your feet.

Natasha, noticing your condition, decided to step in and help. ‘’Hey, Y/N, you look like you might need a hand. Let me walk you to your car.’’

You were ever so grateful for the assistance leaned on Natasha as you made your way out of the bar. ‘’Thanks, Natasha.’’

‘’Don’t mention it,’’ Natasha replied, her voice warm and friendly. ‘’We all have those nights.’’

As you guys reached your car, Natasha helped you into the passenger seat, making sure you were comfortable before closing the door. Natasha scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it to you. ‘’I had a really great time tonight. If you’re ever up for it, maybe we could go on a proper date sometime.’’

Your checks flush as you take the paper with a smile. ‘’I’d like that, Natasha. I had a great time too.’’

With a final wave, Natasha closed the door and watched as you called a rideshare to take you home safely.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦, 𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗦, 𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗨𝗣𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦. The room was buzzing with energy as everyone was prepared to share their ideas.

Pepper started the workshop, her voice confident and authoritative. ‘’Alright, everyone, let’s get started, I want to hear about the articles you’re working on and get a sense of how things are going, Who wants to go first?’’

Jane Foster, a science writer, eagerly raised her hand. ‘’I’m working on an article about sustainable energy solutions for the future. I think it’s going to be really informative and eye-opening.’’

As each employee shared their ideas, the atmosphere in the room became more open and calm. Shuri starts to speak animatedly. ‘’My article is about the intersection of technology and fashion. I’ve been exploring some cutting-edge designs that incorporate smart fabric and wearable tech. It’s fascinating!’’

Darcy says with a grin on her face. ‘’I’m working on a piece about the most bizarre scientific discoveries of the year. Did you know that scientists recently found a species of fish that can walk on land.

‘’No way! That’s insane, Darcy. Can’t wait to read it.’’ Carol says, smiling at Darcy.

‘’That sounds amazing, Darcy. It’s such a amazing topic and to think I’m boring you guys with my ‘how-to’ articles.’’ You say, impressed.

Finally, it’s Wanda’s turn to speak. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filling with tears as she began to talk about her article on navigating heartbreak and healing after a breakup. ‘’I’m writing about… how to heal after a breakup,’’ Wanda’s voice broke, and she wiped away a tear. ‘’It’s something I’ve been going through a lot of recently, and I think sharing my experience could help others.’’

The room went silent, and Carol reached out to place a comforting hand on Wanda's shoulder. ‘’I’m sorry, Wanda. We’re all here for you.’’

You chimed in, your voice supportive. ‘’Your article is going to help a lot of people, Wanda. You’re doing something really brave by sharing your story. And that’s why I’m writing my how to lose somebody in ten days article’’

Wanda nodded grateful for the support of her friends and co-workers, Pepper spoke up, ‘’Thank you for sharing, Wanda. It’s important for us to cover a wide range of topics, and your honesty will resonate with our readers.’’

Everyone shared their ideas and got feedback and the workshop actually proved to be productive.

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗝𝗔𝗥 𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗬, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

‘’So, Nat, you’ve got ten days to make someone fall in love with you, and then lose them,’’ Clint said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ‘’What’s your plan?’’

Natasha sighed, tapping her prn against the notepad on her desk. ‘’I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve come up with a few steps that should do the trick.’’

Clint raised an eyebrow, curious. ‘’Alright, let’s hear them.’’

Natasha began listing her ideas.

First, I need to reel them in. Show genuine interest in their life, be charming and attentive.

Next, I’ll start to open up about my own life. Share personal stories to build trust and connection.

Then, I’ll plan a romantic date. Something special and memorable to really solidify the bond.

After that, I’ll start to become a bit needy. Text and call more frequently, maybe even show up unannounced.

For step five, I’ll start to become overly possessive. Question their friendships, demand more of their time.

With step six, I’ll introduce some jealousy. Flirt with someone else in their presence, just enough to make them doubt my loyalty.

Next, I’ll pick fights over trivial things.

For step eight, I’ll become a bit controlling. Start making decisions for them, and criticize their choices.

Then, I’ll drop the bomb. Reveal a secret that could potentially shatter their trust in me

Finally, when they’re at their breaking point, I’ll push them away for good. Make it clear that I’m not the right person for them.

Clint nodded slowly, impressed by Natasha’s thorough plan. ‘’Well, that sounds like a sure way to lose someone. But are you sure you want to go through with this? It seems like an awful lot of emotional manipulation.’’

Natasha hesitated for a moment thinking back to her pleasant encounter with you the other night. ‘’I know it’s not ideal, but I have to win this bet. It’s about more than just pride and getting the next big advertising campaign. It’s about proving that I can succeed at any challenge.’’

𝗔 𝗙𝗘𝗪 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘, 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨.

Natasha: Hey! Y/N It’s Natasha from the other night. I hope you’ve recovered from the other night. I was wondering if you’d like to join me at a boxing match this Friday? I think it could be a fun first date.

You: Hi, Natasha! I’m feeling much better, thanks for asking. A boxing match sounds like a great idea! I’m in!

When Friday arrived, you and Natasha met outside the arena, both excited. As you took your seats you decided it was time to start implementing your plan. You glanced at Natasha, putting your first step into action being overly demanding. ‘’Natasha, I’m really thirsty. Can you go grab me some sparkling water? I don’t want to miss the beginning of the match.’’

Natasha, determined to show her charming and attentive side of her plan, agreed without hesitation. ‘’Of course! I’ll be right back.’’

Natasha returned to the seats just as the match was about to start, a sparkling water in hand. You looked at her apologetically. ‘’Actually, I changed my mind. Can you get me a soda instead?’’

Trying to not show her frustration, Natasha plastered a smile and headed back to the concession stand. Throughout the night, you continued to be demanding, asking Natasha to fetch you snacks and making her miss the crucial moments of the match. Natasha worked hard to be attentive and understanding.

As you left the arena, You smiled, ‘’Thanks for tonight, Natasha. I had a great time, despite my many requests.’’

Natasha smiled and shrugged. ‘’No problem, Y/N. I enjoyed it too.’’

You said your goodbyes and parted ways.

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gacha-incels · 24 days

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Thank you for being sane in a sea of insanity, every time i see these games discussed on the western web it's always about how it's fine because korean feminists are "different" and very "extreme" and name dropping how there's a huge feminist goddesses cult behind the government (????). And this information is always shared uncritically and taken as fact.

Thank you for cataloging these issues in english and summarizing controversies.

Thank you, yeah seeing this rampant and often patronizing misinformation is frustrating. The fact that it is said with such conviction is so shameless. I wanted to have a place where all contemporary feminist ideological verification information could be accessed so the reader could get a better understanding of who is attacking these women/feminism and why. I’m not arrogant enough to claim I understand everything just from reading and watching the evolution of this movement since around 2016, this is like absolutely nothing compared to actual residents obviously, and there is of course a salient conversation to be had regarding bigotry like trans/homophobia and racism within the movement but, especially for everything posted here, this is clearly not the reason these misogynist men attack women. We can literally see their thought process in real time for a lot of these cases. They see anything that resembles 🤏 (this part doesn’t even need to happen in some cases, simply the fact that a Korean woman worked on a product is enough like with the Genshin Impact character designer) ➡️ they look for any woman working for the company that makes this product ➡️ whether she has produced the “offending” content doesn’t matter, they target her and trawl through her social media (including private/deleted/old posts) looking for any mention of women’s rights ➡️ no matter how innocuous the post (campaigning for equal pay and enjoying the women’s day google doodle in the case of the Arknights artist) they throw a shitfit and claim this is misandry ➡️ most often the company will grovel, delete the “offending” content and write a simpering apology to their fanbase that frequently will specifically name feminism itself (and not any sort of bigotry) as some dividing force. The incels engaging in this behavior do it because they hate women. They are a group who are violently misogynistic, racist, ableist, homophobic, transphobic, you name it. But instead of being censored, ideologically verified and referred to as a “dividing force” of the South Korean population, they are instead given rapt attention by businesses and have their whims catered to while the women they target lose their jobs, have the “feminist stigma” attached to them while looking for work, are often stalked and harassed and blamed for their own misfortune caused by others. We see this play out pretty much every time and yet there are always people on the western web posting things like “feminists are crazy over there vellmori was fired because she was in the feminist cult, this is normal since feminism is terrorism in Korea” because they read a twitter post or scrolled through namuwiki or whatever. People want to believe this so they do and make it their truth. In their minds these women deserve it. This is to say nothing of the condescension in believing you know the full story of a movement from half-remembering secondhand information or watching a video essay. It drives me crazy seeing this so often, so if this blog can be helpful then I’m happy. Thank you for your message

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canonically, is percy the type of person that’s too embarrassed/stuffy to say “i love you” or show pda to vex in public?

You seem to be asking for a straightforward ruling and sadly, I cannot give you one because you're assuming the factors in play and assuming, so far as I can tell, wrongly.

Percy is a very private person. He's hesitant to show affection to anyone, even Keyleth - his best friend and one of the only people he reliably accepts hugs from in the whole group. Even Vex's kisses to his cheek make him blushy and stuttery before they get together, but it's not really about him being embarrassed or stuffy - it's upbringing and trauma.

The man was tortured, remember. He has every reason to be incredibly iffy about touch, especially non-consensual touch, from relative strangers and people he doesn't like or trust.

Additionally, Percy has said before "We didn't touch in my family," and Taliesin has elaborated that he was kind of riffing on a British/Prussian idea of stoicism and not showing affection much even within family. Percy isn't really that opposed to physical affection, he's just more used to verbal expression of affection and gift-giving, and was probably taught that needing physical affection was childish - everyone else's liking for it (aside, notably, from Vex) probably contributed to his feeling like the only adult in the room.

He rarely initiates hugs - usually only when he's drunk or highly emotional or both and usually with Keyleth - and rarely initiates physical affection at all - other exceptions being things like the kiss with Vex - and has been known to recoil from physical affection with certain people - Tiberius after the Slayer's Take; one can point out Percy was recovering from injuries, but he did also accept Keyleth hugs then despite that. We also know that when in a bad mood with someone - Keyleth, after he got blinded because of her - he can be more standoffish, because Percy is a prickly bastard sometimes, especially when he feels hurt or betrayed.

I mean, why wouldn't he? The most significant time he was hurt and betrayed, his personal tutor betrayed his whole family and he was tortured. What started out as probably a mild teenage defensiveness has been drastically amplified by severe trauma.

Further, Percy has his own self-worth issues; combined with his upbringing he is very unlikely to impose his desires on others especially where they relate to affection. It gets easier the longer and better he knows someone - hence his increased ease hugging Keyleth over the course of the campaign, and how he's perfectly comfortable going arm in arm with Vex at several points.

And tying back to what I said earlier - Percy is fine with verbal expressions of affection; it's actually the thing he's most comfortable with - and even sometimes tips his hand with, because he can be so verbally expressive. Who here remembers "Never forget you're my favourite and I'm so sorry"? Verbal affection is far and away what Percy is most comfortable with, closely followed by gift-giving. His awkwardness around physical affection isn't stuffiness or embarrassment - it's his upbringing and his trauma. He gets more affectionate as it goes on and while his sense of privacy means he clearly has some ideas of what is and isn't appropriate - "This is a deeply inappropriate convincing mena-mechanism and it is working" when Vex is holding his face in front of everyone to convince him to come with her to Elysium - he also has no compunctions being sickeningly cute with her verbally and kissing her in public - remember the debate over who gets death ward? And the fact that, when told to "Just kiss already" both Laura and Taliesin just went "we do"?

So, TL;DR: It's not embarrassment or stuffiness that makes Percy hesitant with physical affection, it's his upbringing and trauma, and over time, he gets increasingly at ease with it when it's people he likes and trusts. Verbal affection, meanwhile, is absolutely one of his most preferred ways to express affection, and he is absolutely unstinting in it.

He's never going to be unable to say "I love you" to Vex in public - when fighting Thordak he goes out of his way to reassure Vex that of all the things he regrets, being with her and showing his love for her is not one of those things. Percy is deeply considerate of his loved ones (if not always the most reliable about it with others and people he's drifted from, see: Cassandra) and, knowing her self-worth issues, he is never going to let Vex doubt he loves her. He may have compunctions about certain forms of publicly shown affection, due to his upbringing and the etiquette he was raised with and his sense of privacy, but he also knows how easily some of that could, for Vex, butt up against her feeling unwanted or like something to be ashamed of and hidden, and he will never ever contribute to those feelings. Percy loves Vex, is aware of her self-worth issues and the trauma she gained from Syngorn, and will do everything in his power to reassure her and help her feel loved. Even if that means he feels uncomfortable - before Umbrasyl, the soot facepaint, Percy refusing until Vex draws a line down his face and his only response is "I feel violated but thank you".

Percy has his hangups, but he will always end up doing all he can to set those aside if he thinks they'll hurt Vex. He loves her and the last thing he wants to do is hurt her.

#percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #perc'ahlia #vox machina #anonymous #ask #living up to my username #cr meta

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idiopath-fic-smile · 1 year

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ficlet: W.A.R!Enjolras's birthday party

roughly a bajillion years ago, i said i'd write donation fics for people who gave to abortion related causes. i flagged out about halfway through but i'm back, baby, and i'm determined to fill those requests.

this is for @sharki-leftishark, who was curious to see a birthday celebration in the W.A.R universe, either enjolras or grantaire. so today i bring to you enjolras's birthday, following the events of W.A.R. i never did figure out the month in which this story takes place, so please feel free to mentally set it whenever your own zodiac headcanons dictate.

ETA: and many thanks to @consultingreaders and @give-me-a-minute-to-think for the speedy and helpful beta!

Senior year

Maybe three-quarters of the way through opening the presents, Grantaire realizes that Enjolras is saving Grantaire’s gift for last. Enjolras tosses aside the paper from the hardbound journal that Marius got him, thanks Marius with real earnestness even though it’s the third variation of a notebook he’s received today, starts to reach for Grantaire’s sloppily wrapped bundle, sees the tag, and then his hands stutter instead toward a shiny package that turns out to be from Joly.

The package contains some sort of board game. Courfeyrac insists that the game is “Risk in space, it is so clearly Risk in space—we’ve been over this, people. Enjolras is not allowed within ten yards of a pretend army, remember? We voted?” and then Joly waves his cane at Courfeyrac, shouting, “People change! Also it’s a cooperative game, we’d be harnessing the laser eyes for the power of friendship and community!” and a lively debate ensues.

Grantaire follows some of it. He’s mostly trying not to think about how Enjolras, who believes in self-discipline and delayed gratification and all that shit, apparently considers Grantaire’s contribution to be the grand finale of this whole experience. Enjolras, who loves his friends so much. It’s heady to consider: the height of Enjolras’s expectations and the chance of maybe not meeting them, a quick swoosh up and then down. Not that Enjolras would ever be a dick about it or anything, but they’ve been dating, for-real dating, for months now, and if Enjolras doesn’t love the present, Grantaire will probably know.

After a lifetime, the presents-opening resumes. Feuilly has set up an appointment for Enjolras to interview a real-life union leader. Combeferre contributes a tidy set of books by someone named bell hooks. Courfeyrac’s offering is a gift certificate to the impossibly cool indie movie theater two towns over as well as a bubble gun blower, which immediately sparks off another round of debate.

(“Oh, so fictitious simulated pretend armies are verboten, but you get him a firearm?” Joly manages between laughs.

“One that shoots soap bubbles, you maniac!” Courfeyrac shoots back.

“At least it would be a clean kill,” muses Combeferre, and Eponine’s eye roll would be slightly more convincing if they hadn’t clearly slipped away during the division of the birthday cake to make out.)

And then, well. And then it’s Grantaire’s turn. To see his present opened, not to sneak off to swap spit with his boyfriend, which come to think of it sounds infinitely better, and not just because Enjolras’s dedication to self-improvement extends to learning how to kiss Grantaire to the point of incoherence in under five minutes.

Enjolras unwraps the paper carefully and shakes out the fabric. It’s a T-shirt, emblazoned with the words “ENJOLRAS 2024: ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO CHANGE THE WORLD?”

“For the campaign,” says Grantaire. “I did the math and that’s the first year you can run for president.”

“You need to be thirty-five,” says Enjolras. A smile is flickering at the corner of his mouth.

“I know,” Grantaire tells him. “I looked it up because I had to know the first year I could vote for you. I cracked open my Government textbook for you, so like. Feel honored.”

“We had Government last year,” Enjolras seems to feel compelled to point out. “When did you—”

Grantaire can feel his face burning. He’s not even sure why, really. “Last March,” he says.

“When you first started pretending to date,” Musichetta fills in with relish. Now that it’s public knowledge among their friends, she brings it up whenever she can.

“I thought you were maybe out of your mind,” says Grantaire, “but like. I don’t know. You’re clearly gonna be somebody. And, uh. You had my vote. And still do, obviously.”

Enjolras is turning a little red too. “You should probably see what the other candidates’ positions are before you make that call,” he mumbles.

Grantaire’s heart soars. He shakes his head. “No way, I’m a single-issue voter and my one issue is ‘how much is this guy like Enjolras?’”

Enjolras ducks his head. He lays the T-shirt down carefully, next to the pile of books and notebooks. He opens his arms. Enjolras, who, now that the dating is real, isn’t really about public displays of affection.

“This is so sweet I think I’m going to actually throw up,” says Eponine as Grantaire steps into the hug. He squeezes hard. Enjolras squeezes harder.

“I like you so much,” Enjolras murmurs into the side of his face. “Also, you’re the one who’s out of your mind, nobody just runs for president—”

“Sure,” says Grantaire, “You gotta be twenty-five to run for House of Reps, so 2014’s the first year you’d be eligible. Now, U.S. Senate, you need to be thirty, so you can run in 2018, when it just so happens a seat will be open—”

Enjolras kisses him on the mouth.

#world ain't ready #food mention cw #eXr

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icannotgetoverbirds · 5 months

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Email template!

So your local mall has a Papa John's inside, or maybe there's a Domino's operation out of the nearest Walmart. But wait! Those are both being targeted by the BDS boycott list at the moment! Why should you care if you're not getting food from them?

Because, my friends, you can also stop others from getting food from them as well.

Sure, you could arrange a sit-in (highly recommended), but maybe you're just too busy to do something like that. Capitalism, right?

Are you too busy to send one extra email per day using a template? If you answered yes, I wish you the best of luck avoiding burnout. You'll need it.

If you answered no, boy have I got the direct action for you!

So you're gonna want to find a company that's partnered with a BDS boycott target

The restaurants in the bottom right are probably your best bet, but by all means feel free to translate this to work for other targets. Just be sure to share so that others can get in on the fun!

Find their contact information, preferably an email. Here's what you're gonna send them.

"Hi there! I am extremely disappointed to see that you are still partnered with (bds boycott target), as they are currently sponsoring/profiting from an ongoing genocide in Palestine. I'd hate to see (target partner that you are emailing) on the wrong side of history, especially when it's clearly repeating itself. Might I suggest a partnership with (non-targeted non-partnered competitor of previously mentioned bds boycott target) instead? Their (product - specifics optional) is far better, anyways. (optional bonus: list some benefits of choosing the competition!) Thank you for your time. I look forward to seeing (partner) back on the correct side of history where it belongs. Cheers, Your name/pseudonym (Bonus: Add a ps full of evidence of the genocide!)"

All you have to do is find a partner of said target (for instance, the aforementioned walmart location with a bds boycott target operating inside), track down their email or contact page, fill in the blanks accordingly, and send your complaint their way.

If you can send one email per day, fantastic. If you can send more, even better. I would, again, highly recommend arranging a sit-in and other kinds of physical direct action. Remember, do NOT harass the workers.

For those of you working at bds targeted locations, i would highly recommend that you look for some other form of employment. I know it's a shit job market out there, but the sooner you start looking the more likely it is you'll be able to find something. This is especially true if you are in a location that is partnered with a non-targeted corporation.

I have no hopes of this email campaign getting big enough on its own to make significant change, certainly not if I and my friends are the only ones participating, but I have to do something or else this sense of helplessness will eat away at me. One more voice amplifying the message of the victims and survivors can only help.

Please reblog! If enough people get in on this, we could make these corpirations hemorrhage out more money! I know y'all like to see them get their asses whooped.

#tw politics #tw genocide #free palestine #free gaza #byrd chirps

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blysse-and-blunder · 7 months

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in lieu of a halloween party

~ 10pm, sunday, oct 29, 2023

if i listen really closely i can hear the quiet snoozy breathing of the sweet black cat who now lives in my room! oh, now she is purring.

(contains minor mention of the study of death/dead bodies, but also cat pictures, classical music, and minor spoilers for the end of the most recent season of star trek: strange new worlds)

reading more victoria goddard (blackcurrant fool is somehow *even* *more* for medievalist academics, they visit fantasy university and then the main character saves the day through the power of his dissertation research for crying out loud), some assorted libby holds from jenny odell and amitav ghosh, some kj charles inspired by the medieval mlm romance i finished a few weeks ago (which was great but i was so taken with the idea of posting a whole historical assessment that i scared myself out of talking about it, so maybe next time).

but the book that's been the biggest presence in my life lately has been the audio book version of mary roach's stiff: the curious lives of human cadavers, which i picked up because it had a little Moment back when it came out and i remember thinking that an approachable, sympathetic look at this kind of medical history would be fascinating. and it is! it is just as full of interesting information and humorous, humanizing turns of phrase as you'd like! roach doesn't hesitate to ask, like, intense questions of the people she interviews, nor does she ignore or downplay various gruesome topics, but the audiobook narrator has a hint of a southern accent and gets the mix of tones of voice (from ironic to earnest and back) really nicely. and also, sometimes i'm glad i'm listening to it as an audio book so i don't have to consciously continue turning pages, it'll keep playing even if i stop listening or need to disengage, because there's no shortage of actually quite challenging material. not for the faint of heart, but also, i can't regret reading it.

watching the new season of ghosts from the bbc! the second season of ofmd of course, both because it was fun and because i had to out of self-defense; uhhhh what else this month has been so long and also so fast! the musical episode of strange new worlds which was GREAT. how good were some of those songs!! like on their own, i would listen to nyota and christine and la'an's songs-- reminded me of the mix CD a friend made me for a birthday one year that mixed, like, barenaked ladies with some songs from the buffy musical episode. then the finale of this season which (minor spoilers here) i found actually so compelling, like, i've been mildly ehh about a lot of the gorn stuff (not la'an, but the concept of the gorn always feels very old-school scifi and the more serious they try to play it, the worse that effect usually) but then the monster design and movement when they finally appear on screen? excellent.

though to be entirely honest, the thing i've come back to and watched/listened to most consistently has been the new series of dimension 20, burrow's end. i managed to tune in as a campaign was starting, and actually more or less keep up! huge for me. the bear in ep 2 was all-to-close to some of the body horror i'd just been reading about with stiff, so this month has been 'so you'd like to get better about dealing with body horror?' for me in a way. unintentionally. i think i am appreciating this series more than i would have if i hadn't read and enjoyed watership down a few years back, but the added edge of, like, for-real magic from the d&d elements makes it even more fun. i love the new (to me) players, i love seeing the old ones in their new roles, i love that while the conceit seems to be 'humans are like eldritch horrors to woodland creatures' on the surface, there's also clearly something (or things?) else going on.

listening checking in on my spotify daylist lately to see what moods i've been assigned (soul-crushing once, which was wild to see as a genre, but goblincore also so. whatever i guess!) paper writing lockdown included more autoheart, more yws gwynedd, and like a 24-hour lockdown on @lessthansix's 'deferring panic' playlist, from which i share the following track as a thank-you:

playing tuned into dnd as a virtual player tonight so that i could stay home and supervise the NEW BABY aka this little (large) black dumpling of a cat who i cannot quite believe is my very own. playing such classics as 'ribbon on a string' and 'this is a ball that makes food come out when you play with it, ooooooh' and 'i hope my eyes feel normal again after i stop putting my face directly on you so much and i have not somehow developed an allergy to cat dander in the six weeks since we last had a cat come visit'. playing the classic game, 'so you think you can be responsible for another life form! and are you willing to risk an increase in your experience for loss in order to gain an increase in your experience of love?' (also while we're here: why is naming the hardest part of any endeavor. naming wifi networks, naming pokemon, and now this, a real live creature! who i want to treat with love and also humor, while showing wit and personality at the same time. hell.)

making fixed up a sweater my housemate was going to get rid of. i am not, habitually, a fibercrafter (though not for want of opportunity or, even, interest sometimes), but this made me want to find other easy and quick things to do with yarn.

before: big fuck off hole between the cowl and neck line

after: used some yarn of a similar weight /softness that i already had, so it doesn't match but it's not like you see it. hidden little necklace of pearls.

working on writing a paper for my first ever 30-min conference presentation, which is also going to be the first time i submit a paper ahead of time for someone (a professor i do not usually work with, but whose work and career and writing i admire) to read and give real comments on. this is fine. i am simultaneously trying to use this as an opportunity to squish an entire chapter's worth of notes and observations and ideas into a single presentation, and trying to not do that. but i want her take on all of it! i also...do need to write all of it. but getting a chance to slow down and take a bit of extra time with it was also very welcome. gave a guest lecture this week on a subject only vaguely related to my own work, which required a lot of extra reading (not even to know what to say, but just to be confident that i wasn't missing anything massive), and also did organize my department's halloween party, so. it's been a busy last ten days, and i'm excited to wrap some of this up.

bonus: cat pictures! thank you for reading this far, i think we will be going with luna? her grace, lunette st. cat, first marquise of dumplingdom. something.

#in lieu of a commonplace book #ilcb #weekly roundup #monthly really #Spotify

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oboetemasuka · 2 months

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On Death's Door (Fuuta)

A sequel of sorts to the one about Amane.

The "everyone is dead theory" meets "Order of Attack" much later down the line. (some time after chapter 14)

How did Fuuta's life come to this?

Cw: suicide (the aftermath of an attempt), cult mindset

Of all the ways to die, Fuuta figures that slowly withering away in bed has got to be the most miserable. He can't tell if the room is empty or if he's surrounded by machines. If something heavy is wrapped around his arm or if those are needles- wait, he thought he swore off painkillers. But is that something he can even do? Where did the thought come from?

He can't move. He's in so much pain that he's gone numb. He doesn't remember how it all came to this.

How long has he been here? He tries to remember what happened before this.

He was in his room. On the ground. Head throbbing from a fall. His phone on the floor. A bottle rolling nearby. Voices swirling through his head.

"Coward."

"Murderer."

"Was this all a game to you?"

"There's blood on your hands."

"You had no right to start a witch hunt."

"It's over for you."

Reading the words off the cracked screen made them feel so real. The last thing he sensed before it all went dark was someone opening the door. Was it his sister? Who else?

But no, there was no glint of a phone screen. No rolling bottle. It couldn't have been his room because it was so barren. He could have sworn someone was standing over him. Then who entered his room next, if not his sister?

Those voices were right. He's a cold-blooded killer. The scum of the earth. He has no right to live on after what he did. And if he is going to die like this, wasting away… this must have been how that girl went too. He deserves this.

Stuck in bed, he still can't figure out his surroundings. All he knows is that it is bright and sterile and numbing and yet he can still feel the pain.

Someone stands at his bedside. He can barely hear her voice.

"…hold on… don't die… I don't…"

For a moment, he thinks that's his sister, but her voice sounds different. He can't quite place it. He is so out of it.

Maybe it won't be so bad if the last thing he sees is his sister's face.

"Nee-san…" he whispers, turning his head so he can get a better look.

He can't hear her response, but she sounds confused. He can't see her clearly, but his sister looks so small. The colors around him don't make sense, though he's sure she doesn't typically have that much green on her. But it has to be her. Who else?

"Nee-san," he whispers again. "I'm… sorry…"

"Fuuta-san, what are you saying… why are you calling me that?"

Why wouldn't he call her that? Actually, why is she calling him Fuuta-san?

"Stay with me. Please… don't die… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…"

Why is she apologizing? She hadn't done anything wrong. It was his fault for leading a smear campaign, even if he never meant for anyone to die. It was his fault for refusing to own up to to the consequences. All she ever did was… say…

…reject his evil work. You don't have to depend on him. It's not… too late to change your ways. To shed those bandages. We can be good together-

A moment of clarity strikes. This girl who has been hovering over him the whole time isn't his sister. It's…

"Amane…"

Fuuta isn't sure what had happened these past few days, but he feels an inexplicable increased appreciation for Shidou. He felt bad for being the patient from hell even in his bedridden state, so he promised to cooperate from now on.

Amane sits by his bedside, lost in thought. Well, maybe she was more of a patient from hell than he was, but whatever transpired made her begrudgingly accept medical care.

"Amane."

"Oh. Fuuta-san. How are you feeling?"

"Awful as hell. But… at least I can make sense of things now."

"Do you have any siblings? Older ones?"

"Where… is this coming from? Well… I have an older sister."

"Do you think about her a lot?"

"Huh…? Sometimes. Why?"

"You kept calling me 'Nee-san' the other day."

"No, I didn't…"

"Could something have reminded you of her?"

"Hell if I know." But he can't shake the thought that Amane is onto something.

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #amane momose #bad things happen to amane #cw suicide #cw cults

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not-a-perfect-metaphor · 1 year

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Hi! How are you doing? I wanted to get your opinion on another drama in the fandom after The Winchesters finale. All I get from it is facepalm. I don't remember reading it here or elsewhere, but it was saying that after the spn finale, we're in for a deliberate campaign to break the bond between J2 in the public eye. And they clearly succeeded. It's like many fans have gone crazy and can't stop saying for years that J2 were never friends or about friendship breakdown and betrayal. And this is despite the fact that J2 are still close and dear to each other. They still want to work together and will definitely restart spn one day. Not to mention them as a strong couple who have been through a lot. And I think this kind of drama is even good for them. J2 tinhat not much left and not as much attention and emphasis on them anymore. Even just j2 fans are hard to find. There are only individual aggressive fans of each of the J2 and crazy Hellers. At times I think it's even better that way. They can be together without worrying so much about damage control.

I’ve started and restarted this answer so many times, because I feel like it’s such a delicate topic but also something that definitely does need to be addressed.

And I thank you for taking the time to write it out so eloquently!

I guess I’ll start by saying that I absolutely have noticed the number of people jumping onto the anti-‘J2-togetherness’ train, to the point where I’ve been trying to figure out for a while now what factors could be contributing to it.

Mainly because the actual reality of the Js on a day-to-day basis does not match up with what’s been said (with what’s being said), and yes, there definitely have always been those who have projected their own discomforts/disappointments/opposing views etc. onto the Js. Of course we all know that, but you’re certainly right about the fact that it’s become much more prevalent in recent months (I kind of feel like it’s been happening ever since the sequel debacle, really).

And on that note, I do think the issues surrounding the sequel undeniably planted seeds of resentment/negative feelings in probably a pretty big percentage of at least the individuals who were once pro-J2 and who are now anti-J2, and I’m not about to pass judgment on anyone or try to claim that anyone’s feelings/opinions are wrong or bad, because that’s never been what I’m about here.

What I have always said about the prequel drama is essentially this-

The strength of the 15+ year relationship between Jared and Jensen allowed them to heal from all of that, and even in the midst of it, I never doubted they would…and they absolutely, 100% have.

That’s honestly what genuinely matters, at least as it pertains to our discussion about the closeness/trust/love between the two of them, and I guess I would just say…or I would hope…that anyone holding onto their own disappointments might at least be able to distinguish between their own feelings and how the Js have stated and shown they feel.

But again, to each their own.

The other element to mention, I think, is the glaringly obvious one, and something I’ve touched on a few times since the wrapping up of SPN.

It was always going to be really difficult for us, on the outside looking in, to no longer (for now, anyway) get to experience that amazingly personal and constant view of Jared and Jensen’s relationship to the degree we’d all become so accustomed to throughout the decade and a half of SPN, and I think some people lost sight of the fact that just because we’re not able to witness as much of their time together/hear about as much of their relationship/etc. doesn’t mean it isn’t still happening.

And yes, it’s common sense. But I think for some, probably those who weren’t as heavily invested in the first place (although that’s just speculation), the shift was misinterpreted as being linked to a decline in the Js intimacy instead of simply a decline in the amount of that intimacy we get to see.

As for a more formal ‘set-up’ of these rumors and speculations, that’s not something I’ve been privy to or heard anything about, although I’ll absolutely agree with you on the fact that whether there was any staging or simply just the natural progressions one would expect, the dimmed spotlight on the nature of Jared and Jensen’s relationship has certainly allowed them some more freedom and peace, which of course is a good thing.

And it’s not anything we didn’t all realize would happen, those of us who’ve been around for this for as long as we have been. We’ve been talking it over since the start of SPN’s final season.

Digging into these anti-J2 posts, I can tell you that what I personally found is that the vast majority of them, as has always been the case, are originating from hellers, with a small (although, yes, increased) percentage of them seemingly coming from previously pro-J2 folks.

In the end, I guess I’d really love to hear from others and get any additional opinions on this, so please, if you have something to add, let me know!

Edit: as far as J2 tinhats disappearing, I don’t think that’s actually necessarily the case. I know that I tend to vanish for sometimes quite long periods of time, but that’s always been the case, and I see the same group of us (not entirely, but the bulk of us) still wearing our hats and enjoying the Js here on Tumblr. 😊 So definitely hang in there, my friend!

#j2 #j2 tinhat #my ramblings

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