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This has been out in the open but tv/cable news is just now taking an interest. Yes it’s Project 2025 and it is terrifying. Republican Senators Tuberville, Rand, and Cruz have been blocking Biden’s appointments so that Republikkkans can fill nearly every single government position with an army of brainwashed MAGA loyalists on day one of what they hope will be Trump’s return to the White House.
#project 2025#maga loyalists#fuck Tommy Tuberville#fuck Rand Paul#fuck Ted Cruz#republican hypocrisy#traitor trump#slow moving coup#fascist takeover#the end of democracy#donald trump#gop#republican party
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How long, Oh Lord, must we wait for Merrick Garland to do his fucking job?
#hilary for ts#politics for ts#look i fully realize that huge federal investigations are complex cumbersome and slow#and take genuine time and effort#and that just because they aren't plastered all over social media in real time#doesn’t mean they're not happening#and that this is unprecedented in almost every way#but when the proudly self confessed fascist coup plotting criminals are still larking around the country#free as a bird#fundraising off hate and inciting hate and perpetuating hate#and the response to that is basically just 'wait and see and trust that we're doing something at DOJ!'#and the public is steadily losing confidence in major consequences ever being inflicted on the top players#then you maybe should respond to that somehow#just a thought#garland would have made a far better SC justice than AG imho#correct some of the monstrous injustice currently existing on SCOTUS#and give the AG seat to someone who can move faster than mud#oy
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We had the most egregiously evil little pony horse when I was growing up. I know everyone says that. Ponies are one of the animals that truly understand how to commit crimes but she was really deeply atrocious. One time she tried to murder me. Her name was Fancy.
I feel I should slightly explain here. See, my parents bought two acres with a house and a barn and pasturage and went “We’re farmers now!” They had absolutely no idea what they were doing. And at a certain point along that journey my mom got her hands on a horse. Technically she was half pony half horse so she was this weird middle size.
Fancy belonged to a friend of hers and he showed her how to saddle Fancy. And that was it. That was all we knew about this horse. So my mom brings her home and saddles her and we decide to go for a ride on this new creature in our lives. But Fancy, being the savvy bitch she was, was far too canny for our dumb asses.
Her maiden ride went to my older brother and ended rather abruptly when the saddle slid completely sideways and my brother toppled off her, miraculously unharmed but unwilling to ever try again. This made me like Fancy somewhat, because I hated my brother.
Those familiar with horse trickery would have caught her ruse but Fancy had deliberately held her breath to make the saddle seem tight enough. But in stride she let the breath out, the saddle loosened, and my brother came toppling down. She planned that fuckup.
I was a bit more game, being a dedicated horse girl. I wanted to succeed where my loathsome brother had failed. Keep in mind: none of us had ever ridden. We had no idea what we were doing, and in the only defense I’ll ever make of that hoofed demon it was probably not pleasant to have a human flopping on her back like a sack of potatoes. But I paraded around in a circle until she scraped my leg against a fence post. I lasted longer than my brother but had to admit riding an animal radiating malice at you is not comfortable.
We didn’t really ride Fancy much after that. She was a decorative aspect to the fields. Sometimes I’d sit on her bare back while she was eating. Every so often she’d buck me off for assuming familiarity with her.
But Fany's coup de grâce took several months. Most of the pasturage had electric fence running along it to keep the livestock from testing the fences or getting a taste for freedom. My parents were constantly moving fence posts and reallocating land to different purposes which is how one of the major gates ended up with electric fence running over top. During a move the wire got left up from the last border and now it was strung over what should have been an open passage.
I was taking a ride on Fancy, living in a fantasy that I had any idea what I was doing. My mom was out working in the yard, and as she passed through she left the gate open, forgetting the wire hazard. You know who didn't forget?
Fancy.
She beelined for the open gate and I realized a second too late what her plan was. I hauled back on the reins with all my strength but she powered through, charging at the wire. If I'd caught on sooner I could have tipped forward and probably cleared it.
It was roughly chest height. But she was too savvy, keeping a slow pace right up until the passage, and I didn't have time to react. The thought of getting electrocuted sent me down into a terrified backward limbo, desperately trying to flatten myself along her back.
It almost worked. But instead the wire caught under my chin, pressing back into my neck like a garrote. The only good news was that the wire wasn't live, but I was still in terrible danger. I squealed and wiggled and managed to twist my neck enough that the wire scraped over my face instead of pressing deeper. Once we were through Fancy stopped and turned to regard me, disappointed that her assassination had failed. My neck was bleeding but my head remained attached.
My mother was absolutely terrified and I was pretty shaken myself. We unsaddled Fancy for the last time, as full on murder was a bit more than I was willing to bear for the sake of pretending to be a fantasy hero on an epic journey. My neck still has a faint scar from her homicidal tendencies.
Fancy got to remain a decorative horse for many years after that, free of our attempts to ride her. Her last torment was when my mother decided to try to breed her to achieve an animal that was less interested in murder.
But Fancy, true to form, brutally attacked the stallion sent to service her, even when hopped up on horny hormones. There would be no foals from Fancy, and her saga ended when we sold her to another unlucky soul.
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His Angel
↦ pairing: idol!coups x idol!reader
↦ summary: you are a kpop idol with such pure image that everyone would call you an angel. Choi Seungcheol who took a liking to you wondered if you'd still look like an angel once he breaks you.
↦ warnings: coups and reader are not in a relationship, reader is a virgin, usage of pet name (angel), dom!coups, sub!reader, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, rough(?) sex, includes reader crying a little during sex.
↦ word count: 1.3K
↦ part 2
You were with no doubt a very soft spoken person. Both idols and fans alike agreed and often referred to you as an “angel”, acknowledging that it didn’t only apply to your personality but also your visuals. You had such a pretty face with a calm expression all the time, Choi Seungcheol wondered how you’d look if he ever breaks you.
And he did.
“If only they could see the state you’re in right now.” A light chuckle escaped his lips as he laced his fingers through your hair, watching as you sucked his cock. This was your first time and he was very well aware that you weren’t even that good at what you’re doing right now. If it was anyone else, he would’ve already gotten up and left but what had him turned on and on the verge of cumming into your mouth was the satisfaction feeling of having your pretty little lips; that spoke nothing but innocence, around his thick cock. “Fuck.” He pushed your head lower on his cock, your nails digging into the flesh of his thighs at the feeling of his tip on the back of your throat as he released himself inside you.
“Swallow.” He demands.
Once you do, a soft “good girl” slips out of his tongue as he pulls you up from the ground to lay you on his bed before pressing his plump lips against yours. His fingertips trailed down the outline of your body before finally reaching your exposed clit. He presses his fingers harder against you that had you whimpering into the kiss. Breaking away from the kiss, he pushes his middle finger into you, his pointing finger follows right after. He planted a kiss against your forehead as you slightly whimpered in pain of having his fingers inside you.
“Gosh, you can’t even handle my fingers, are you sure you can take my cock?” He teased while moving his fingers in and out of you, preparing you for what’s coming next. “I can,
I can take you.” You were desperate for his cock, for him, and he knows it.
Seungcheol laughs a genuine laugh out of endearment. “I know you can, angel.” He says, his fingers curling inside you and hitting the right spot. “You have to.” And he keeps curling his fingers at the same spot, knowing damn well that it had you arching your back for him. Once he decided it was enough preparing you, he moves into a better position on top of you, lining up the tip of his cock against your slit. “Wait, you’re not using condoms?” He raises his eyebrow at your question. “I’ve waited for this moment for too long. I can't bother myself with condoms, angel.”
He let out a soft sigh as he saw you hesitating. “Wait for a while then. I probably have some–”
“It’s alright. Let’s just do it like this.” You cut him off. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He wastes no more than a second to line up the tip of his cock against you once again. “Okay?” He questions, to which you nod your head. You expected him to push himself into you little by little but god were you so wrong. His thrust had you gasping, hands gripping the bed sheets below you tightly.
He places another reassuring kiss on your forehead and wipes away the little amount of tears that formed due to the sudden pain. “I just had to see that expression on you.” He only gives you a few seconds to recover before he starts thrusting in and out of you, every hard thrust of his leaving you on adrenaline. “Wait…s-slow down.”
“Slow down?” He repeats. “Angel, I came here to break you. If you really want me to stop then you know the safe word?” With your head still spinning from receiving all the pleasure, you hurry to fish out the memory of both of you deciding on a 'cute' safe word moments before sex.
You know you probably wouldn’t be using it because it’s Choi Seungcheol we’re talking about. You’d gladly and shamelessly take everything he has to offer.
“Cherries.” You reply. “Yes, cherries” is all he says before increasing his pace. His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together as he brings it up to his lips to place gentle kisses along your knuckles.
One thing you learned was that his gestures and words does not match the way he fucks you.
He leans down, lips finding your breast as he rolls his tongue around your nipple while his fingers fiddle around with the other side.
“Cheol.!” The moans of his name coming forth your lips and nails digging on his shoulders only turned him on more. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” Having you wrap your legs around him, he moved from your breasts to your neck, leaving a bite mark on your skin which he knew you were going to get in trouble for if anyone ever finds out but right now, he couldn’t care less and neither did you.
“You like being fucked like this on your first time?” You could only nod your head, but Seungheol wasn’t having any of those.
“Speak. Use those pretty lips of yours.”
“Yes..I l-love it.” As soon as you manage to choke out those words, his fingers immediately find themselves inside your mouth. He presses his fingers on your tongue, making you gag and causing more tears to form in the corner of your eyes.
“Suck.”
You did as told, rolling your tongue around his two digits while looking up at him through your blurry vision.
“You definitely need more practice but at least you’re a tad bit better than before.” Even though you were self aware of your lacking skills in this particular matter, hearing it directly from him made your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “No need to be embarrassed.” He read you like a book. “It’d be my pleasure to teach these things to you, my angel.”
He said my angel.
“Are you about to come?” He asked as he felt your walls clenching tighter around his cock. A soft “yes” leaves your lips and Seungcheol places a kiss on your tear stricken cheek. “Do it. You don’t hold back anything.” After a few more thrusts, you let yourself in on the pleasure. Seungcheol continues to fuck you through your high, chasing his own. More whimpers and tears escape you at the over stimulation and fortunately, he released inside you not long after, his thrusts finally slowing down.
Pulling his cock out of you, he very lightly pressed his thumb against your clit and let out a genuine innocent laugh as you wriggled away from his touch.
“I knew it.” He spoke, tucking your hair away from your face and wiping away your tears. “You’re the prettiest when you look like this,
or I dare say only now you look like a real angel.” Blood rushes up your cheeks at his words so you try covering your face with your hands but he was quick to stop you. Pinning your hands above your head, your heart skips a beat while he takes another closer look at your face. “I haven’t even fucked you that hard considering it’s your first time but look at you, already so drained out.”
“Not hard enough you say?” He nods.
“Next time, it's gonna be rougher, angel.” He says before locking his lips together with yours in a much softer kiss than the previous ones. You pulled away from the kiss, slightly pushing on his chest to get a better view of his face.
“What makes you think I’m gonna let you fuck me again?” You question and he laughs. “What then? Are you going to say no to me? I'm sure you won’t.” You tilted your head. “Again, why are you so sure?” He flashes you a sweet smile, fingers fiddling with your earlobe.
“Angel, do you think I never noticed your love stricken face whenever you see me?”
#seventeen#seventeen fanfic#seventeen smut#svt fanfic#svt smut#choi seungcheol fanfic#choi seungcheol#scoups#scoups smut#choi seungcheol smut#scoups x reader#seungcheol x reader
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tw: 18+, man this shit is literally just smut, i'd say i'm sorry but i'm not, i'm down so fucking bad, dom coups and sub reader (sorta), blowjobs, fingering, hair pulling bc i love that shit, swearing, both are horny out of their minds, i can't write smut but i sure as hell tried, lmk if there's anything else,
you don't think you could ever get tired of the sight of choi seungcheol above you.
his strong thighs are spread wide, framing your shoulders as you kneel between them; one of his hands cups the nape of your neck, his fingers electrifying on your skin. worst of all - or best, depending on your perspective - is the look on his face. he looks like he wants to devour you whole, like he's going to ruin you, like he's going to make you cum so hard around his cock that you cry.
you hope desperately that that's what he's planning.
the look he's giving you is making you dizzy. his eyes are lidded, something burning deep within them that makes your cunt slick with arousal. a smirk plays across his features as he watches you, toying with a strand of your hair just to see the way you shiver, leaning into his touch.
slowly, he drags his broad palm along your skin until he cups your chin, tilting it upward so you can gaze up at him. your lips part slightly, your breaths coming out shallow.
you'd let this man do anything to you.
'alright down there, sweetheart?' he queries, the sound of his voice innocent in comparison to the way he bites his lip, not taking his eyes off you for a second.
'cheol,' you gasp, fingers clutching at the fabric of his trousers. 'c - can i? please,'
he chuckles, loving the glazed look in your eyes, as if he's your world. lifting his hips, he allows you to yank down his trousers as he slips his fingers back into your sweet smelling hair, tugging a little because he knows you like it. he practically drinks in the way you moan against his thigh, lost in his scent, lost in him - you're beautiful.
you relish the way he shudders when you take his cock in your hand. truly, you could stay there all day, biting marks on his thighs while jerking him off, but you desperately want to taste him, to have him heavy on your tongue.
abruptly, you engulf his tip in the heat of your mouth, exulting in the moan that rips from deep in his chest. his fingers tighten in your hair, and you groan around his cock at the feeling, taking him in further, wanting more of him - needing more of him.
hollowing your cheeks, you find that you're drunk on him. you're drunk on the feel and taste and scent of him, on the way he can't help but buck his hips with how good you feel, on the way his face twists with pleasure.
'stop,' he chokes out, voice dropping an octave lower. 'fuck, i w - want your - '
he doesn't finish his sentence, instead leaving your head spinning as he lifts you up so you're straddling him, one of his hands gripping your thigh as he moves your underwear to the side. hastily, he slips two fingers in, making your back arch as he scissors them.
you're mewling, your legs shaking when his hand withdraws, and everything slows down again as the tip of his cock notches at the entrance of your cunt. you dig your nails into his shoulders, thighs clenching at the stretch of him. a deep groan wrenches from his throat, and he buries his face in your neck, skimming his lips over your collarbones as he sinks into you.
your eyes roll back when he bottoms out.
'cheol,' you whine. 'please, m - move.'
he smiles against your skin.
'as you wish.'
#wrote this after approximately 36 hours after knowing about cheol's existence that's how hard the brain rot went#scoups#s. coups#s.coups#seungcheol#choi seungcheol#seventeen#seungcheol x reader#scoups x reader#scoups smut#seungcheol smut#svt#cheol#choi seungcheol x reader#svt x reader#ficlet#hard thoughts
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First Kisses With SVT OT13
S. Coups
Jaw holder
This man is confident, he knows you want it and will make it known he wants it just as bad, he’s super sweet about it, hands placed on your jaw and your waist and pulling you as tight to him as possible. After the kiss he’s left wanting more, might even whine as you pull away for air and chase your lips
Jeonghan
Menace
This man will find a way to tease, especially if you’re shy. He doesn’t make the first move, he leans in but keeps pulling away until you get frustrated and kiss him yourself! But he’s just as nervous secretly
Joshua
Romantic
He planned it out to a T, everything was so soft and sweet,and it all went smoothly, even if he had to threaten some of his members to make it happen.
Jun
Hypocrite!!
This man kissed you, and of course you’re gonna blush! Of course you are! But he had the audacity to tease as if he wasn’t blushing tenfold, but don’t comment on it or he’ll deny and make it worse on you
Hoshi
Passionate
Hoshi is a passionate lover, he’ll try to convey his emotions in a kiss just like he does when he dances, so be prepared to haventhe wind knocked out of you.
Wonwoo
Accident
You were just trying to see what he was doing it wasn’t your fault he tried seeing what you were doing at the same time, he was utterly shocked feeling your lips against his, but that did not stop him from pulling you back in
Woozi
Distraction
Trying to distract him with a kiss is how youre first kiss happened, you had been thinking about it for a while and decided to try and use the shock value to your advantage. However that didn’t happen, he stayed perfectly composed with just a little tinge of red on his cheeks, you were offended, until a week of the silent treatment later when he confessed he had to hold his breath until you left so he wouldn’t lose control and not stop
DK
A for Effort
He tried so hard to plan everything out and make it romantic, it was so cute, until he took in how your eyes sparkled when you gazed at him, oh boy he couldn’t help himself, pouts and demands to remake it the way he planned, refusing to acknowledge the first kiss.
Mingyu
Clumsy
The whole situation is a mess, there's no way the clumsy giant doesn’t have a messy first kiss, maybe cooking and you're covered in ingredients but he finds the domesticicty of it all so endearing that he just grabs you into a kiss.
The8
Thief!
He tried to have it all planned out and perfect and it would’ve been, had you not kissed him first, is utterly offended for a moment and pouts until he works up the courage to explain why he’s upset, blushes as you coo at him for being so cute.
Seungkwan
The Chased
He doesn’t chase, he wants it, but he wants to know you want it just as bad, will hint at it and hint at it until you say fuck it and grab him in for a kiss, will stutter and blush afterwards mentioning how he didn’t expect that only to earn an eye roll
Vernon
Slow
He takes his time admiring you before he kisses you, full confession beforehand so sweet and thoughtful.
Dino
Shy
At first I thought he might be cocky about it however i believe he’d be so shy and awkward, not really knowing how to react, you’d kiss him first, he’d think it was a prank at first honestly, but quickly warms up to the notion and won’t stop kissing you after that
Picked by: @hwasdollie tagging: @glitterjay
#svt x reader#svt#svt fluff#seventeen#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen imagines#seventeen fluff#seventeen reactions#svt reactions#svt imagines#svt ot13#ot13 x reader#ot13
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My Future in You | 2.5 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
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synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.
warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, will be smut so 18+, enemies to lovers kinda thing, extreme inaccuracies on hospitals and the entire birthing process but this is fiction so we move. WC: 4.7k
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Bradley spins the padlock, humming as he does, twisting the lock and pulling open his locker. That run was awful, his instructor has been breathing down his back and Bradley had fucked up two consecutive manoeuvres. He’s sweaty, and tired.
It’s nice out, though, and you’ve been so couped up recently that it’s driving you crazy. If he’s done early enough he could take you out. It’s the middle of summer, there are tons of properties not far that host drive-ins.
You’d probably like that.
He reaches for his bag first. Towel, clothes, soap — the necessities. Under that, is his phone, which he picks up absentmindedly, without checking. Immediately, it starts to buzz in his hand. He turns it over as he walks towards the showers, seeing an unknown number flash up on the screen.
Instinct tells him to answer. He taps the button and cautiously brings the phone to his ear. “Hello?”
“There you are, you son of a bitch!”
Bradley blinks, frowning slightly. His stomach drops.
“Jake?”
“No, no! Don’t you dare fucking speak, where the hell are you?” Jake rants on the other end of the line. Bradley’s brows furrow as he plugs a finger into his ear to try to hear. He knows for a fact that Jake gets one call a week, and he hasn’t ever wasted that call on speaking to Bradley.
“What? — I’m at work, what’s going on?” About fifteen other pilots just piled into this room behind him, it’s hard to hear, even with the way your brother is screaming.
“My baby sister’s about to have your kid in your dumbass uncle’s car is what’s going on! — I’m so serious about this, Bradley, if you fucking let her down today, I will kill you — I promise you that I will actually—“
“Uncle? Jake, slow down, I’m grabbing my keys. Where the fuck is she?” Bradley turns on his heel and shoves his way back through the steam-filled locker room, pressing the phone closer to try to hear. It has been hours since he was able to check his phone and the thought makes his throat tight. He can’t think of how many times you would have tried to reach him, how scared you must be.
It’s the entire reason you’re here, away from everything you have ever known; so that he could be there for you. And he isn’t. He might have missed it. He could have let you down all over again.
“She’s on her way to Sacred Heart Hospital! Do you know how many fucking times she tried to call you?” Before Jake even gets to finish his second sentence, Bradley has started running, hoping that he doesn’t turn a corner and knock hot coffee into someone important.
Jake continues to rant on the other end of the line but Bradley’s far from even listening. All he can think of now is when he woke up the night after halloween and saw you laying in his bed, wrapped in his jersey. You had looked so comfortable that he hadn’t wanted to wake you.
On his run that morning, he had thought about it. If he had woken you. Asked you for your number, asked you on a date. He had thought about the way you had joked the night before and the instant connection. But then he came home and realized who you were. It was all downhill from there with the way he had treated you.
He should have just woken you that morning, asked you if you would go to dinner with him. There are so many things he would do differently now. He swallows as he climbs into the driver’s side of his truck and wraps a hand around the wheel just to notice how much he’s trembling now.
“Are you fucking listening to me?”
Bradley swallows, fumbling to get the key into the ignition and balance his phone between his ear and his cheek. “Look, Jake… I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you when I can.”
Jake starts to protest, but Bradley hangs up anyway. His heartbeat thuds in his ears as he backs out of the parking spot. August third. It hasn’t ever been important before, it will be every day for the rest of his life. It’s his son’s birthday.
Maverick winces at your bedside. He has been told by nurses six times now to just sit, that it could be a while before a doctor can see you. But, he won’t. He has been standing to the right side of your bed for over an hour now. He has been acting on autopilot, he barely even knows how he got you here. It’s the one thing that has kept him alive in his career so far, probably. Instinct.
He watches as you double forwards, gritting your teeth, whimpering in pain.
Bradley doesn’t have anybody, Maverick never had anybody. You’ve got two parents out there somewhere who are willing to let you go through this alone. He swallows softly at the thought and lifts his hand, brushing it tenderly over your head as he leans closer.
“It’s alright, you’re going to be just fine.” He says quietly. Your hand darts out and your fingers link between his, squeezing hard at his shaking hand. As much as he’s certain that your grip is going to bruise, he just exhales slowly and smooths his thumb over the back of your hand.
He didn’t even know your name this morning.
“Alright, Miss Seresin,” The snap of a surgical glove alerts the both of you, looking up quickly to see the smiling woman in the colourful scrubs entering the room. “My name is Lucy, I’m just here to do a quick check on how things are progressing. How does that sound?”
Still gritting your teeth, you’re too busy holding your breath and waiting for the pain to subside to answer her. Maverick makes a pained sound at your side, exhaling deeply as you finally let go of his hand.
“Mhm.” You manage out.
Lucy offers you a sympathetic smile as she pulls up a stool at the end of the bed. Maverick turns his attention towards the ceiling as she settles between your legs. You make a soft sound, closing your eyes. You wish that your mom was here holding your hand, rather than Bradley’s last standing family member.
“Okay, you’re still at six centimeters,” Lucy hums. You drop your head back against the pillow and groan in frustration. You’ve been at six centimeters for an hour and a half. Maverick squeezes your hand softly as Lucy grabs your chart from the end of the bed. “How would you rate your pain at the moment?”
“I don’t know. Does it get worse than this?” Your voice trembles as you speak. After sobbing hysterically into both Bradley’s voicemail and to Jake’s commander, begging him to put Jake on the phone, you’ve been doing your best not to cry again. It seems to make Maverick uncomfortable.
“Can you give her anything? — An epidural, or whatever?” Maverick presses.
Lucy presses her lips into a line as she pushes herself to her feet and sets the chart back into its place. She gives a small shake of her head. If she knew anything about Pete Mitchell, she would know that ‘no’ isn’t a word he often agrees with.
“Why not?” He urges, brows knitting together as he drops your hand and straightens up. You glance between him and her.
She sighs softly. “With pregnancies that have complications, we tend to advise against epidural. It could put more strain on his heart, we would have to monitor very closely.”
“So monitor it closely. If you’re so worried, why has she been sitting here for an hour on her own?” Maverick challenges her. Lucy looks towards you and wrings her hands together.
“Pete, stop.” You breathe out.
“I can get the doctor to discuss it with you. It’s still an option at this point, but—“
“I don’t want it.” Your answer is instant. It’s the most confident you’ve sounded all day. Maverick’s head whips around and for the first time, you catch sight of Bradley in his eyes. It’s not a genetic thing, just more of a temperament. All of those hours spent together, Bradley’s quizzical, developing mind. He’s been copying those mannerisms subconsciously since he was in the first grade.
“But—“
“I don’t want it. We’ll be just fine without it.” You decide calmly, smoothing your palms over your swollen stomach for one of the last times. Pete opens his mouth at your side, he almost argues with you, but he stops himself. This isn’t his kid, or even his family — Bradley has made that clear. So, pressing his lips together, he just nods.
Bradley can feel all of the eyes on him. Maybe it’s because he’s in uniform, maybe it’s because he is walking so fast that when he collided with a doctor two minutes ago, he knocked the poor guy straight on his ass and just kept walking. His eyes widen as he spots the reception desk finally.
“Seresin. My, uh — my girlfriend is having a baby. Her last name is Seresin, she should be here.” Bradley breathes out. The nurse looks up at him and smiles. She sees a lot of stressed out, first time dads. This isn’t unusual.
“Alright. What’s your name, honey?” She smiles.
“Bradley Bradshaw.”
“I’ll tell her you’re here, I’ll come get you as soon as she says it’s okay. Why don’t you get some water, just take a breath?” She reaches out and pats the hand that he has resting on top of the counter. Bradley swallows, managing to give her a stiff nod.
She’s gone for less than two minutes, but Bradley’s pounding heart just makes it feel like it’s an eternity. She can see it on his face when she walks back towards him that he’s terrified. So, she just offers him a smile and nods for him to follow her.
At first, Bradley doesn’t even notice that there’s anyone else in the room. All he sees is you, sitting up in the bed, your hair pulled back and tears in your eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He rushes towards you. You whimper as he wraps you in his arms, grabbing onto him tightly. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. “Jake got through to me, I got here as soon as I could.”
“I was scared you wouldn’t make it in time.” You whisper into his chest. Bradley turns his head and kisses your temple, nodding. He opens his mouth to agree, and then takes notice of who is standing at the other side of your bed. His uncle. He hadn’t taken much notice of what Jake had said on the phone.
He stands up straight and stares, silent for a second. Maverick has learned by now to just keep his mouth shut.
“I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from my family.”
“Bradley, don’t. He got me here, he stayed with me.” You frown up at him. Bradley just stares over you, looking at the man who has let him down again and again for as long as they have known each other.
Maverick takes a slow step back, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I’ll go. I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”
“No, Mav—“
“I don’t want him here. He doesn’t need to be anywhere near—“
“I want him here.” You answer back, scowling up at your boyfriend. Of all the stupid arguments that the two of you have had, Bradley knows better than to pick a fight with someone who is in active labour.
Even so, Maverick has spent more than two decades going against Bradley’s wishes. Making him eat his vegetables, refusing to let him drop out of little league, almost ruining his career. He needs to give his nephew some leeway here, if this is going to work.
“I could go to your place. Get you some things, give you two a minute. I’ll come back, sit in the waiting room. If you want me, I’ll be right outside.”
“No.” Bradley deadpans. You shoot him a look, then turn to offer Pete a small smile.
“Can I text you a list? I have it all written on my phone.”
Maverick nods. He still has your keys from earlier, and honestly, he’s grateful to be out from Bradley’s glare once he leaves the room. You’re grateful that you aren’t going to have the two of them fighting while you’re trying to do this.
Bradley’s scowl fades once he’s certain that Maverick is far enough away. He turns around and perches on the side of your bed, draping his arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.
“How are you feeling? — Did they give you anything for the pain, yet?” He asks softly, smoothing his free hand tenderly over your stomach. You scrunch your nose slightly and turn to frown at him.
“No — Bradley, you smell disgusting.”
He stares back at you, blinking slowly. “Honey, I ran a red light to get here. Showering wasn’t my top priority.”
“No, I know, but — could you maybe put your arm down?”
His mouth twitches, giving an amused shake of his head as he unwraps his arm from around you. He entwines his fingers with yours instead, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “What do you mean they haven’t given you anything? — Do you want me to talk to someone?”
“No, no. I can’t have an epidural, it would put him at risk. I’m going to do it without.” You’re quiet as you explain it, just waiting for Bradley to freak out like Maverick had wanted to. He’s quiet for a minute. You brace yourself.
He strokes his thumb softly along the fabric of the hospital gown. It takes him a minute to finally lift his head and look you in the eye. He exhales slowly.
“You’re sure?”
“You couldn’t change my mind if you tr— ah.” You wince, sitting bolt upright and holding your breath. Bradley barely even notices you squeezing his hand. He feels sick, watching the way your entire body goes rigid with the pain. He has read that this can take like eight hours the first time, and he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to sit through eight hours of watching you suffer like this.
That being said, there’s nothing he can do but be here. An hour later, he’s already on the verge of tearing his hair out as silent tears roll down your cheeks while you sip on water. He has suggested the epidural twice more since your first conversation, you’ve refused it twice.
The contractions are more regular now. You’re trying to keep him calm, knowing that he’s freaking out even more than you are, but they’re close enough together now that you haven’t spoken in a while. You knew this was going to hurt, but the last ten minutes have been agony.
“Okay, Miss Seresin, just here for another quick check.” Lucy strolls back into the room smiling again, shooting a quick look to the new man standing at your bedside. Bradley glances between you and her, fighting to ask her where the hell she has been. She sits between your legs once more. You sigh in discomfort. The thing about not having an epidural — you can feel everything. “Oh.”
Bradley looks at her. “Oh?”
“She, uh — We’re just about there. That was fast, you’re sure this is your first?” Her smile has faded for the first time. You stare at her face. She looks scared. You feel like you’re going to throw up.
“She’d notice if it wasn’t, wouldn’t she?” Bradley bites. You swing your arm out and smack him in the stomach. Lucy stands up quickly.
“I’m going to grab the doctor.”
You’re quiet as she hurries off, turning your head and looking up at Bradley. He watches your lip tremble and reaches out instinctively, stroking gently at your cheek. He wipes a salty tear from your skin.
“She looked worried.” You whisper to him.
He leans down, pressing a slow, soft kiss to your mouth as he squeezes your hand. “You’ve got this. You’re going to be just fine. This whole time, you’ve been so strong. Just a little longer.”
Squeezing his hand, you lean closer and rest your face against his arm.
“I’m so fucking scared.”
“Nothing’s going to happen, to either one of you.” Bradley kisses the top of your head, his eyes sting. He closes them and inhales the familiar scent of your hair. There’s no way in hell he’s going to cry in front of you. “Just a little longer and he’s going to be here, this is all going to be worth it.”
He doesn’t know that for sure, there’s no way that he can, but it’s enough for you to believe it. Besides, there isn’t a lot of time to be caught up in the fear. Once pushing starts, there’s only one thing on your mind and that’s getting this over and done with.
Bradley isn’t sure what he was expecting labour to be like, but he wasn’t expecting so many people. There are six people in this room and Bradley isn’t sure exactly what any of them are here for specifically. His main focus is you.
Each time you push, your body goes tense, you grit your teeth and you hold your breath. He’s sure that you’re going to pass out any minute now.
“Okay, another big one. You’re doing great.” The doctor instructs. Bradley shoots him a furious look. A nurse at your side is quick to rub your shoulder and tell you to breathe. He leans in close and kisses the top of your head. Once again, you grit your teeth and push hard. Bradley feels like he can’t breathe himself.
This time, you don’t hold your breath. Instead, it’s all forced out of your lungs at once as you scream out, digging your nails into Bradley’s palm, hot tears spilling onto your cheeks. The second that you’re done screaming, there’s no getting your breath back. You inhale too fast and sob back out an exhale. Again and again as the nurse at your side tells you to slow down.
“Alright, and again.” The doctor sighs.
Your eyes flicker to him, and Bradley snaps. He can’t stand the pain in your expression, and he can’t stand that doctor’s fucking tone. “Again? — She needs a break. She can’t go again.”
The abundantly calm older lady between your legs simply lifts her head and looks up at him through her glasses. She has been delivering babies longer than either one of you has been alive. “Son, there’s no time for a break right now. This baby’s coming. Rather than yelling at me, focus on her.”
Bradley’s jaw ticks as he settles in closer and brings your knuckles up to rest against his lips. He winces, blinking back tears as you have to go through another tough push. Your head falls back against the pillows in a moment of brief respite.
He studies your face for a second. Up until this exact moment in time, as he’s wiping tears from your cheeks with his free hand, Bradley had seen the two of you maybe having another kid. Right now, he’s certain that he’ll never put you through any of this again.
“You must hate me right now.” He whispers, giving a soft shake of his head. Honestly, he doesn’t really expect you to answer. He barely expects you to hear him. He definitely doesn’t expect you to laugh.
Your face is hot, and blotchy with tears. Your entire body is exhausted and trembling, and you’re laughing at him. Sniffling, you blink through the tears, “I’ve hated you more than I do right now, it’s okay.”
He can’t help but smile, brushing a few strands of hair back off of your face, then leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I’ve been thinking a lot, about the future, and about our family—“
“Don’t you dare fucking propose to me right now, Bradley. Don’t.” You growl. The nurse at your side just can’t hold it in. Bradley frowns at her as she giggles and rubs soothingly at your back. He kisses your knuckles and closes his mouth.
You’re right. He’ll finish that speech another time.
“Here’s his head.”
Bradley looks swiftly away and stares at the ceiling. The death-grip that you’ve got on his hand is the least of his worries. The thought alone is enough to make him dizzy. Jake’s going to kill him if he passes out. He inhales slowly through his nose and leans in again, resting his forehead against your temple as you cry out.
“There we go, that’s perfect. Keep going, he’s almost here.” The doctor’s tone never lifts above a breezy cadence. She’s beyond cool, finally glancing up to offer you a small smile.
He sticks to your side, kissing your temple. Your chest heaves. There’s not long to go, you’re almost done. But, the end is the worst. It really does feel like you’re going to black out. You don’t know how people have been doing this for so long, or why some of them choose to have so many kids after this pain.
You half expect to give up, to break down crying and begging for your mother before it’s all done. You’re right on the verge, whimpering into the sleeve of Bradley’s flight suit. And then, it’s over. The doctor exhales deeply and hums.
He takes his first big inhale and promptly wails into the air.
The doctor has him in her hands when she looks up and catches sight of the two of you before her. You’re clinging onto his hand and he’s pressing as close to you as he can without crawling into the bed. There’s a fearful, awestruck look plastered across both of your faces as you stare in the direction of the scream.
She smiles at the two of you. You’re going to be just fine.
“Would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor asks Bradley calmly. He regrets yelling at her now, but she doesn’t seem to be holding a grudge.
Bradley blinks, then shakes his head. “No, I don’t want to hurt him.
She chuckles, then shakes her head. “You won’t.”
He does as instructed, rolling his sleeves up, and quickly cleaning his hands and arms. He’s the first one that gets a look. As he sets the scissors back down, he turns his head towards you with a look on his face that you haven’t seen before.
Blinking back tears, Bradley smiles softly at you. And then he’s all yours. They set the baby down on your chest, starting to clean and dry him off right away. Bradley moves to your side once again, brushing your hair back off of your forehead.
Still wailing, you whimper quietly as you stare down at the infant. Ten fingers, ten toes, a good set of lungs on him. Bradley’s lips press softly to your forehead as you reach out, hands trembling, and trail your fingers featherlight along the length of his spine.
His plush, pink lips tremble as the wailing starts to subside. Bradley strokes tenderly at the nape of your neck with his thumb, rendered silent as he watches you with him.
“Hi,” You breathe out, hugging the towel closer to him. You inhale deeply, then exhale through your nose. A nurse smiles as she reaches around you to place the soft knit hat on top of his head. He’s warm enough now, you want to keep it that way. “Hi, baby boy.”
Bradley swallows the lump in his throat. Four and a half hours of labour without any tears. Twelve seconds of watching you with your baby and hot tears are stinging his eyes.
You get five minutes with him before they have to check his vitals, his weight, his height. As much as your arms feel empty without him there, you want those results. You want him to be fine. You want to see him in that bassinet beside your bed tomorrow night.
Blinking, you look up at Bradley. He scoffs as your mouth falls open.
“Allergies.” He mumbles, crouching down to kiss your mouth as tears dampen his cheeks. You reach up and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, turning your face into his neck. You feel him relax into your touch. He kisses your shoulder, sniffling.
Both of you let it be quiet for a moment. You won’t be getting a lot of that once you’re at home, not with that boy’s vocal chords.
“Thank you,” Bradley mumbles into the crook of your neck. He pulls back from the hug just slightly, brushing the backs of his fingers along your cheek. He sighs, then nods seriously. “Thank you.”
“Just don’t ask me to do it again.” You joke, watching his tearful face shift into a grin. He sits forwards and kisses you. You close your eyes as he trails his fingertips along your arms.
“I’m serious,” He tells you softly, watching you blink tiredly. “I’d have nothing if it wasn’t for you. I was bitter and mean, and you were way too nice to me. It’s because of you that we have him. I’m so, so grateful.”
Your lips quirk up into a soft smile. If Jake could hear some of this, he would probably start to like Bradley again.
Exhaustion starts to set in, but there’s no time to sleep when there are doctors and nurses fussing over you, and then he’s being bundled back into you again.
Your eyelids are heavy as you turn your head and look over at Bradley, sitting in the chair beside your bed. His flight suit is tied around his waist and his t-shirt is draped over the back of the chair. Your baby looks tiny nestled into his arms.
You fight to keep awake as your always calm doctor walks into the room once again and sits down between the two of you.
“Seventeen inches, four pounds and ten ounces. Congratulations.” She tells the two of you with a small smile. Bradley doesn’t look up at her, smoothing his fingertips through the soft, dark hair on your son’s head. She looks at you, then at Bradley. “He’s strong. He’s doing well. We’re going to move you to the neonatal intensive care unit so that we can keep an eye on his feedings. We need to get that weight up, keep him warm. But, I’m not concerned.”
You swallow softly. “The tests and everything… he looked okay?”
She stands up and takes two small steps towards you. She rests her hand softly on your forearm, giving you a sincere nod. “Aside from his weight, he’s perfect. Does he have a name?”
Bradley finally lifts his head and looks, offering you a small smile. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and nod at her. “His name’s Thomas.”
It breaks your heart when it’s time for him to go. The thought of him being without you on that ward. Bradley holds you while you cry, and truthfully, he feels like crying too. It’s been a long day. You’re all emotional.
He stays with you until you fall asleep. Then, half-awake himself, he heads off to see your son. It’s the first night that he gets to say goodnight to the both of you.
Bradley stops as he closes the door to your room behind him. He stares at the man asleep in the waiting area, drooling on his hand as it props his chin up. He knew Mav had gotten here a while ago, someone had brought the bag in. Bradley just figured he would have gone home by now. Exhaling slowly, he clenches and unclenches his fists at his sides.
“Mav?”
The older pilot startles awake, blue eyes wide and blinking quickly as he tries to figure out where he is. It takes him a moment to figure out who is in front of him. Tall, flight-suit, mustache. Maverick feels the lump in his throat grow as he realises that it isn’t his best friend.
He looks Bradley up and down. He looks older now than he did a few hours ago, not just because he’s tired. Because Maverick isn’t looking at a little boy anymore.
“There’s someone you probably want to meet, huh?”
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There’s a Certain Slant of Light.
Yan (Soulmate) Chrollo x F Reader.
Synopsis: Something is different. But what could it be?
Warnings: Yandere themes, the reader is unwillingly a Spider and from Meteor City, mentions of religion/religious imagery, implied drugging, manipulation, and unhealthy relationships.
Word Count: 1k.
i’ve been seeing a lot of chrollo being paired with a phantom troupe member reader and i just think that the concept is very interesting! :D
credits for og art piece here!
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Your sword, while having the ability to stab and slice just about anything, is still by far the most frail weapon at your disposal. It is a slight sadness that fills Chrollo’s mind, then, once he realizes this. The feeling is small, minuscule, just like most of the other emotions Chrollo’s heart cannot beat with, the blood that flows through his veins frozen with the concept of what he wants to be. He feels next to nothing as if he were a walking corpse, a prisoner who has just been released from the deepest depths of hell, not once being able to see twinkling eyes and shining stars. Light is a concept unknown to people like him, and people like you, foreign, as alien as a coup made of peasants storming a palace larger than ten of their villages combined.
Your two true weapons are your lips calling out his name, and the thin red string that connects your little finger and your fate to his thumb and his future. Despite the thread being wispier than that of paper, it has a will stronger than one forged in diamonds and never had to be a carbon crystal to be so. Chrollo is thankful for it, more so than he is for most things that he would rather leave in the past. It has linked you two together for so long and has been the key for chaining down your animosity towards him whenever he had gone too far. All he had to do was tug, and you would be right back wherever he had placed you. But even diamonds can shatter when a love made in a less-than-fortunate childhood turns more and more into hate.
This entire act is like a balancing beam. He must not be too loud, but also not be too quiet. He must always have cards up his sleeve for any potential mishaps down the line. Inside one hand is the key to your freedom, but inside the other is the key to a false route to such fantasies, the trap of reality. Even Chrollo does not know which is which, for he is a dreamer himself at heart.
“Good morning, sir,” It is a rare sight, you yawning, your posture nowhere near how put together it usually is. “How are you today, sir?”
“Very well, thank you.”
“I must have been quite exhausted last night; my apologies, sir.”
“I told you if you ever wanted to take a break here, you are more than welcome to.”
“I’ve always declined such an offer for a reason, sir.”
“Just as I’ve always told you that you may call me just Chrollo for a reason, [First]. I think I haven't heard you say my name without an honorific since we were both still children if my memory serves correctly.”
“...”
The provocation of the past seems to hurt you more than him it seems, from how you flinch at the word children, and from how he smiles at your discomfort.
“We are not with the rest of the Troupe right now, it is quite alright if you want to relive prior times, wouldn’t you say?” He asks, and with his eyes appearing to look back at his books, he sees yours darting around the room, looking for an escape route.
They move left, to the tables at the back of the sitting room which hold lamps and framed photos and paintings. Then right, to the fireplace and the large but still solitary couch, covered with leather and embroideries. Then up, to the crackless and spotless white ceiling, and then down, to the wooden rosewood planks of the floor.
“I saw a book in your satchel. Crime and Punishment, hmm?”
“Yes. Please do not say how ironic it is, sir.”
“Very well.”
To you, perhaps the room feels deathly still. To him, it feels like the scene right before the climax. Slow, steady, full of tension and dread. Though Chrollo will never let the curtains that cover your very soul close ever again. It would not be hard to get them to open up again, you have known each other for so long after all, but regardless he needs you to stay within the palm of his hand forevermore. Only then will he be able to feel something so warm and soft once more.
Oh, how he wishes that he could open the floor below you and trap you there. But he cannot. At least not yet.
“...Where is my bag?” At your question, Chrollo pulls his thumb towards him, and you move accordingly. “It is not in the room.” You continue, your eyebrows furrowing as you attempt to resist. “Sir?”
Desperation. Then a hand raise and a pause.
“Stolen treasure from the last meeting.” Chrollo begins curtly. “A contact list full of people I have not permitted you to speak to. Keys to a car that is not mine.” He proceeds to say. “Tell me, [First], what is all of this, hmm?”
Something akin to a mix of a horrified chuckle and a choking sound emerges from your throat as if his hands were squeezing and squeezing until you burst. He sets the book he was reading down, and without his hands covering both the front and back of it, you see the title, the synopsis.
“Crime and Punishment, hmm?” He repeats, and for the first time in what must be a few years, he sees you terrified, shaking, and near to tears. “A clever way to code your plan.” Chrollo crosses his legs. “By the way, it is an hour or so past sunset by now.” He hears a small gasp from you. “You missed your flight a long time ago, sweet thing.”
“...I… I…”
“You were planning on leaving us, weren’t you?” When you don’t answer, instead looking straight towards the door, he raises his thumb again. “I know you never wanted to join the Troupe, per se, but still… this hurts.” He pulls and pulls, and being forced to be a puppet for the umpteenth time since the soulmate string has appeared in Chrollo’s vision, you are placed where he wants you to be.
Close to him.
#author aya#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere hunter x hunter#yandere hxh#yandere chrollo#yandere chrollo x reader#yandere hxh x reader#chrollo x reader#yandere hunter x hunter x reader#yandere chrollo lucilfer x reader#yandere chrollo lucilfer#chrollo lucilfer x reader
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i'm sleepy right now but
here's part of the school au timeline bc i'm gonna make a silly video game inspired miniseries based on that Player: START drawing i just posted in order to talk abt some parts of the au that i find making comics and lore posts tedious for
Dazai transfers in, she runs into Chuuya, and she notices her crazy strong ability. the first arc is Dazai just making friends, particularly the Detective Club, which is the og ADA trio, and Chuuya, who she is needlessly annoying to.
Chuuya's infamous in their class because she's "mysterious" and "kinda scary." Dazai forces friendship onto her with but here's the abridged version of the pitch: "I can nullify your powers, meaning i'm a threat, so you should keep me close. Keep any potential enemies where you can see them." (This will end up being a decent lesson for Chuuya later)
Okay [here] is just a cutesy slow paced section of Dazai and Chuuya becoming friends. There's some secrets coming to surface though. I think in this section we get a paced out series of flashbacks describing Dazai's backstory, and some hints about Chuuya's "home" life with N, and the abuse, but nothing in Chuuya's perspective yet
Dazai's pre-Mori life in this AU is vaguely like Batman's origin story and that's all you need to know for now i think.
Considering that Dazai is Mori the Mafia Boss's ward and recently participated in a coup,, there might be SOME risk of her attending the Academy, right?
School gets raided by some belligerent gang looking to fuck around with the Port Mafia, *a miniature school-contained zombie infection bc of an ability user storyline ensues (don't ask why. i've been thinking about it a lot* Skk saves the day, but it puts the two of them on the Map. Namely, a couple of assassins take notice (cough Rimbaud cough Verlaine... cough they aren't working together btw we need multiple quests obvs)
Adam Frankenstein new substitute gym teacher gets sent to the Academy to keep an eye on and protect Chuuya in particular. Why's she still in this school if there's shifty evil government bureaucracy nonsense happening? plot reasons. but she's got a bodyguard now :)
Random but EXTREMELY important fact is that Chuuya is not as good a fighter as he is in canon. She's skilled with her ability, but without that she's more or less on par with Dazai. She's considerably worse at offense than everyone else but decent with defensive moves. Either way if Chuuya's ability isn't at her disposal, she oughtta back out of the battle... Will she though? nah.
Rimbaud crawls out of his burrow when he realizes that his target from 7 years ago has resurfaced in a more vulnerable position. Obviously he's gotta take a crack at capturing it, right?
ok sleepy again. i leave you on this cliffhanger. I'll reveal some "stats" in the art posts later. BYEEEEEEE
#hehe giving you a very jumbled timeline#the highschool survival horror level IS indeed a playable side quest where an ability user from a anti-port mafia gang#infects the student body with a zombie like mind control bug and they're all trained on killing Dazai specifically.#chuuya and dazai and the Detective Club (for a bit) are the only ones available to stop it.
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ svt hyung line: your first date
╰┈➤ summary: your first date! (obviously) so cute
╰┈➤ warnings: svt x afab, kissing (coups, wonwoo, kind of jun)
╰┈➤ a picture is provided for every member, just for you to visualize the setting!
250-400 words per member!
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scoups / seungcheol
he asks for your number after spotting you at a bbq restaurant. he carefully plans out the perfect picnic date, followed by a night walk by han river! he heavily interviews mingyu on how to make salads, pastas, and anything else he thought you might like.
"you must really like this girl, hyung"
the day comes. he decides to wear simple jeans with a black shirt and sweater (to give to you later ofc!). his legs feel like jelly and become weak with nervousness and excitement, replaying the moment you made eye contact with him in the restaurant and softly smiling to himself. he opens the door and sees you in a stunning outfit, taking a moment to admire you and takes in a breath of the fresh spring air.
"shall we?" he said with sparkles in his eyes.
when you and cheol pick a location under a tree, he gloats about all the delicious food he made you that morning. it's a bit awkward, but the way he talks and looks at you make you at ease.
after having the food he made, it has now become night. like his plan, he gives you his sweater that is way too big for you. he laughs and teases you, but you're distracted by the smell of his cologne wrapped around your body. you blush, and take his hand.
after many laughs and serious conversations, he suddenly turns in your direction and looks into your confused eyes.
"have i told you that you look beautiful tonight?" he says in an almost whisper, a smirk plastering on his face.
he moves one of his hands to the back of your neck, the other moving to your waist, and leans in for a soft kiss.
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jeonghan
you approach him, but he falls harder. you and jeonghan had a few classes together, and you've waved and made casual small talk a couple times. at first it seemed like nothing - just a classmate. but as your conversations grew more personal, you could sense something was different. did jeonghan think the same?
you decided to put it to the test. after class, you went to his locker and asked if he wanted to study at the library together that day. he jokingly asked if this was a date, and you being flustered, bluntly answered:
"of course not! i just need help with homework."
he agreed, and you came to the conclusion that he didn't feel the same way. until you saw him have a huge smile on his face when he turned to his locker.
at the library, jeonghan kept stealing glances at you. you caught on quite fast, and looked at him back, holding eye contact.
"what, am i that handsome?" he teased.
focused on studying, you didn't pay attention to him for a while. when you do peep a glace, you can see that he's asleep on top of his math books. you were first mad, because he promised to help you with your english assignment. but seeing his long eyelashes cover his cheeks, and his slow breathing made you stare at him for longer.
when you turned your attention back to your textbooks, he opened his eyes a tiny bit, and smiled when he saw you stuck on a problem.
"she looks so pretty." he thought, while pretending to wake up.
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joshua / jisoo
you meet on a plane, coincidentally sitting next to each other. he smiles when you sit down, and makes small talk while you wait for the plane to lift off. he messages jeonghan for desperate help, wanting to ask for your number but too scared to approach you. he ultimately does get your number, and asks you on a date when you land in korea.
he decides to take you to a street market on a hot summer day. he takes you around different vendors, asking if you want anything at each one. jisoo runs across a bracelet stand, and immediately starts choosing one for both of you. he finds one with a cute bear charm and buys two, running back to you and showing them off.
"what do you think?" he asks, beaming with excitement.
you obviously love them and wear it on your right wrist.
it was getting way too hot, so you two decided to take a break and go to a restaurant for dinner. you have meaningful conversations and have a good laugh when he talks about the time when he poured a huge glass of ice water down seungkwans back, and funny times while living with the members. as time went on, you became comfortable with him.
at the end of your date, he insists you come back to his place for ramen and a movie, but you politely decline as you had some work to finish up.
"i guess that'll be our next date, then." you say, lighting his disappointed face up with a huge smile.
"deal."
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jun / junhui
you and jun are old friends. you've been friends for 5 years now, and jun hasn't felt attraction to you at all - until now.
at one of your usual hang outs with the rest of your friend group, he pulls you aside from the bar and leads you outside. the streetlamp lit up his face, revealing his sharp nose and eyes. he asks if you want to come over the next day and watch his new drama, exclusive fairytale.
"oh, and it's a date." he says confidently, waiting to see your reaction.
you've also liked junhui for quite some time now, so you were excited to say the least. you happily agree and head back inside to finish up the night out.
you arrive at his house with a comfy but flattering outfit, nervous and excited to see him. you ring the doorbell and the door immediately opens. he welcomes you to his apartment and you head inside and get settled, while he's busy on his phone.
"what are you doing on your phone, jun?" you ask.
"ordering food for our date! what do you wanna eat?"
you decide to order pizza with fried chicken and coke, which he happily orders while smiling at you.
when the food arrives, he turns on the show and you eat the food while catching glances at him. a romantic scene between him and the female lead character plays, and you glare at jun who looks at you nervously.
"is this why you wanted to show me this, so i can get jealous?" you sulked jokingly. he laughs it off and says something you didn't expect.
"wanna recreate it?"
authors note: OMG i had so much fun writing jun's part... yes pls lets recreate it jun
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hoshi / soonyoung
you met at a dance class held by hybe. he was one of the teachers, and had his eyes on you the whole time. by the end of the class, he was always standing beside or near you, and complimenting you on your dance skills. he pulls you aside and asks for your number (he makes an excuse and says that he would like to collab with you sometime, and not in by any means romantic).
later in the month, you meet him a couple more times to discuss possible collabs and choreos. during the most recent "meet-ups":
"dino cancelled our plans on the weekend.. i wonder what i can do instead?" he asks you with hopeful but nervous eyes.
you suggest asking one of the other members to go out, which he immediately declines for some odd reason. his face scrunches up, thinking of something.
"i want to go with you! lets go bowling this saturday."
surprised by his sudden proposal, you get flustered. it was true that you had developed some level of feelings for soonyoung after talking with him every week, but you didn't expect this.
on the date, both of you had a BLAST. it was a mix of pure rivalry, and taking short glimpses when he was drinking water, or when he wasn't looking at you. hoshi felt the same way. he teased you for struggling to pick up the bowling ball, and having a slip when you were returning to your seat.
he insisted to drive you home. on the drive back, the laughter continued. the moon was big and bright, with seventeen's "imperfect love" playing on the speaker - it was perfect.
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wonwoo
being the new girl in school, wonwoo had his eyes on you from the start. he isn't the most extroverted type, so he always kept his distance from you. his friends are always teasing him when they catch him staring at you from across the room. it's a big deal for wonwoo to like someone - but it was an easy decision with you.
after school, he approaches you and asks you to a casual dinner (this was when you guys started talking and had become friends). you weren't too sure at first, because you wanted to focus on your studies.
"i guess i'll give him one chance." you thought, and agreed.
he booked a reservation at a pretty prestigious restaurant to impress you. he picks you up at your house, and it's super awkward on the ride there. by the time you two sit down, he's practically begging for the menu just to have something else to talk about.
suddenly, after the food arrived, you two hit it off. conversations were flowing, you were comfortable, laughs were shared, and your feelings for him grew.
when you were talking about one of your classes at school, he stared at you with the most sincere you've ever seen him. flustered, you pause.
"why, what's wrong?" he asks
"nothing's wrong - i'm just admiring you."
after a successful dinner, you walk along the path of a park lit with fireflies and street lamps.
"can i hold your hand?" he asks
instead of replying, you interlock his hand with yours, feeling his warmth travel up your arm. he lifts up your hand and gives it a soft kiss.
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woozi / jihoon (woozi x producer y/n)
it all started when you sat next to each other in a meeting. you really looked up to him as a producer, and wanted to get to know him better (in a platonic way). after the meeting had ended, everyone gathered for refreshments outside of the room. you asked jihoon for his number, which he happily gave you. he also loved your work and looked forward to meeting with you soon.
you met several times at hybe again, briefly having conversations or just waving when you both were busy. jihoon has had the opportunity to work with you for projects and future plans, and was always the one to initiate new ideas and new meetings. he was just excited to see you.
although both of you had feelings for each other, you couldn't risk professionalism in the work place. so you set it aside. until one day, when you two were alone in his studio, he said the unexpected.
"look - i know this is unprofessional, but i can't help it. would you like to go on a date some time?"
you obviously agreed, having your eye on him for a long time. the plan was to go to an aquarium after work, then return back to finish up some more work.
the aquarium was a walking distance, so it was pretty easy to choose a day. you had a great time at the aquarium, joking with him and just staring at the fish tanks for a long time without a word.
it was time to head back to the hybe office. when you got outside, it was raining. hard. you both looked at each other and bursted out laughing.
"i guess we have to make a run for it!" he said excitingly. he grabbed your hand, and counted down from 3.
"3... 2... 1... go!!"
you ran through the rain, feeling cold splatters on your face and laughing out loud with the perfect guy.
authors note: this is literally so cute.. i saw that picture on pinterest and knew that it had to be woozi :')
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for mbappe can you write a smut where you ride him because he’s so exhausted
i hope it’s not to short and that you’ll like it, thanks for the request(:
kylian mbappe x f!reader
!WARNING! smut
“YES” i screamed as he scored a second goal in the 86th minute. PGS was now in the lead. It was a really important game since it was the finale for Coupe de France. The next few minutes were really intense and when the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game I ran down to the pitch to congratulate him. He and his teammates were celebrating and jumping around in a circle. When he noticed I was down on the grass he ran over to me and picked me up, spinning me around. When he finally put me on the ground I gave him a quick peck “I’m so proud of you, you killed it today.” He couldn’t hold back and smile when he thanked me. He hugged me again before saying “Wait for me in the car, I’ll go get changed and we can go home amour.” “Don’t you wanna celebrate with your friends?” “No i’m too tired” I nodded and left for the car. I was waiting for about 20 minutes when the passengers seat finally opened. He threw his bag in the back as I drove off. “If you’re hungry I have some left over pizza.” I glanced at him and smiled. “Alright, thank you ange”. We were quite for the rest of the ride. It was obviously how drained he was.
I thought he would already be asleep by the time I got out of the shower but when I hopped into bed next to him I felt his hands on my hips pulling me close to him. I turned around and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Can’t sleep?” he nodded.
“I could help with that” i said, kissing his lips. “As much as I would love to fuck you, I’m way too tired ange, i’m sorry.” My hand trailed down his bare chest to the rim of his boxers. “You don’t have to do anything, let me take care of you” I whispered in his ear. Soon after saying that I felt him pull my body on top of his. Even though he was tired I decided to tease him for a little bit.
I started kissing his neck, sucking on his soft spot, a quiet moan escaping his lips. He bucked his hips up in anticipation which made me moan in return. I could feel his erection, a pool forming in my underwear. “Don’t be a tease” he pleaded, looking up at me with his gorgeous dark eyes. “Hmm okay. But just because you deserve a reward after today” I winked at him. I was never the dominant one in bed but by the colour of his cheeks right now, I could tell he liked it. I got off of him to take of my underwear while he pulled off his boxers. I quickly climbed back on him, his hands finding my hips as I slowly sank down on him. We both moaned and I leaned down, kissing him to drown away the sounds. I started moving up and down slowly. I placed my hands on his chest for support as I started to move faster and faster. His hands were gripping my waist so tight it was sure going to leave a mark. I threw my head back at the amount of pleasure.
“Si belle” he praised between quiet pants. He bucked his hips up to meet mine, a loud moan escaping my mouth, as he hit just the right spot. “Right there?” he asked, bucking his hips up again. “Mmmhm” i managed to respond. I could feel him twitching inside me, both of us nearing our climax. My legs started shaking slightly, when I felt him release inside of me just as I came undone. My moving slowed down and I layed down on his chest, once he pulled out. I was breathing heavily and I felt him kiss the top of my head. I slid off of him to lay by his side with my head on his chest and pulled the covers over us.
“Well now you’re not the only one that’s tired.” I said jokingly and he chuckled at my statement. “Maybe I should make you tired more often.”
“I wouldn’t mind that.”
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coup d'œil
Rating: General
Pairing: Roderic/Gilbert
Words: 885
Tags: nightmares, death mention, SPOILERS, fluffed up Roderic's backstory because idk all his details, impromptu drabble, unrequited if you squint
This has Gilbert Route spoilers, and is also set back when Gilbert and Roderic are teenagers- not an exact age but not 18.
When Roderic first arrived, sharing a bed was not unusual between them. At first, Gilbert explained it away as Roderic being too scared to sleep alone in a castle stained with blood. And while he wasn't wrong, Roderic could tell there was more to it than that. However, he kept his mouth shut. Nodding along at Gilbert's request.
He sleeps light, just like Gilbert- an advantage at times, but a curse they both know well. And it’s there, on a stormy night, that Roderic stares up at the far ceiling. He can hear the rain pattering against the windows, a faint howl of wind. Briefly, he thinks of his time in the orphanage. How storms there would have the kids huddling together, the chill seeping in with the wind.
Here, the chill exists for different reasons. Due to the wide room they’re in, the natural chill of the castle… The body next to him, cold even beneath several layers of blankets.
Roderic scooches over bit by bit, until Gilbert stirs, his body seeking out Roderic’s warmth on his own accord. Cold hands reach for his arm, then across his chest, burrowing against his makeshift twin.
Then, he wakes.
It’s a startled gasp, strangled by a weak cry that Roderic has never heard before- and he jumps, scared that Gilbert’s pain has gotten worse, that he’s experiencing a new type of attack. He sits up, ready to go run for Walter- anyone, but he hears a whimpering of a name he knows all too well.
Albert.
With that uttered, Gilbert curls in on himself. Between sniffles, Roderic can hear quiet gaspings for air, whines that Gilbert tries to muffle as he hides his face. It’s the first time he’s ever seen him cry before. No matter how much his body tried to revolt against him, his eyes never watered- just a strained expression as he fought back on bad days.
He… Can’t stop staring. So far, Gilbert had been an unstoppable force, even when so young. Full of teases, threats, knowledge… well hidden kindness… But he’s never seen his body shaking from grief. It makes him realize just how small Gilbert seems.
There’s never been a situation like this between them. Despite his own past, Roderic was constantly thankful for Gilbert, for being rescued from that poor excuse of an orphanage. There were no tears spent on the memories, just odd nostalgia and focus on doing what he could for Gilbert. And for Gilbert, although he’s told Roderic of his original purpose for him - with smiles and far away glances - he’s never sought comfort.
So Roderic’s motions are stifled. Awkward and clumsy. He lays back down beside Gilbert’s shaking form, taking in a slow breath before reaching out towards him, grasping his shoulder. He’s too scared to speak - he knows that one wrong word could have Gilbert scorning him for days, so he carefully rubs at his shoulder and back, trying.
It’s enough that it causes Gilbert to hiccup back some of his heavy breaths, and the cries die down into an odd silence mixed with trying to steady his breathing. Slowly, Gilbert uncurls, refusing to show his face as his own hand clumsily reaches out.
But his grasp is harsh, nails digging into Roderic’s arm with a surprising strength. In that moment where Roderic grunts in pain, Gilbert moves fast, burying his teeth into Roderic’s shoulder.
“Guh-!”
It takes everything in him not to stumble over curses, wincing at how hard Gilbert’s teeth mark him. He knows if it weren’t for his nightclothes, blood would be prickle at his skin, just like the tears in his eyes.
His name is on Roderic’s lips, ready to try and apologize, however… Gilbert takes in another shuddering breath, a fresh wave of tears spilling forth despite the stubborn expression on his face. Gilbert once again hides his face, but this time against the crook of Roderic’s neck, his grip tight on his clothes.
All of the annoyance and guilt evaporates from Roderic, a slow sigh slipping out as he gingerly tries to rub Gilbert’s back again. This time, there isn’t fierce pushback, just a quiet sob muffled against his skin.
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They won't talk about this in the morning. Gilbert would be his usual self, complaining about breakfast being bland again, how Roderic hogged space on the bed, or some other tease he makes up in his head.
Meanwhile, Roderic would notice that Gilbert begins to stay up later than him. That soon, Gilbert starts wanting to sleep in separate spaces. The warmth he sought from Roderic is replaced by thicker blankets and extra pillows, and the time that they shared a bed slowly starts to fade away.
In order to be more like him, Roderic was taught to keep eye on what would usually go unnoticed by others. Unfortunately, this means Roderic subconsciously uses this with everyone - including Gilbert. He notes how Gilbert begins to wear his eyepatch everywhere, except for cleaning. That the first few nights they stayed apart, Gilbert's exhaustion was apparent, until he slowly began getting accustomed to a lack of rest.
It solidifies a simple fact: there is a wall between them that can never be breached.
And Roderic has to be alright with that. For who is he to argue against his savior?
Steeples my hands.
RJThirtsy on Ao3 wrote two fanfics, one called To Protect My Love and another called Is This Love? The first one dealt with Gilbert having (oc) and Roderic get closer, to successfully keep up appearances, with an idea about Gilbert escalating it. I talked about how I believed Roderic loves Gilbert, because imo he either loves him or loves him in a very pedestal-ey way in order to be willing to be his body double. We ended up talking about how this could work.
So, in response, RJ wrote Is This Love? and explored Roderic and Gilbert being each other's first kiss. And I went insane and wrote this out in response.
Hilariously... I accidentally made this very akin to The Beast's Torment, my fanfic where Gilbert also wakes up from a nightmare with the reader/mc, and he runs off at first... but with them, he relents. He comes back and lets them see him at his worse. Meanwhile, Roderic never gets that closure. Hahaha another layer of pain I didn't consider until Mimi asked about it.... pain.
Anyway, RJThirsty on ao3. Please look at their fanfics. They also write smut as well, and I like how they write Gilbert a ton. Thank u, Love Suicide, for giving me the brainworms for this. Also the title. Very last minute. Very bs. Don't look at me.
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1. Hi! I looked everywhere for this fic so I’m afraid it’s gone. It was on ao3. Omega Wei Wuxian is captured by Wen Chao during a battle where he sets fire to a stronghold and meets Alpha Lan Zhan while they are both prisoners. The fic is mostly Wei Ying’s war efforts using his extremely violent heats to his advantage. Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen feature prominently as do the Wen siblings. It was a long-ish multi-chapter completed work. Thank you! @sicklyscribe
FOUND! I Will Not Go Gentle into the Quiet Night by TriviasFolly (M, 89k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, no cultivation au, Vaugely Historical AU?, royal au, War AU, Slow Burn, Attempted Rape, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Murder)
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2. Hey, I'm looking for a fic where lwj summons an incubus or succubus wei wuxian. It is a bottomji fic. @imstillthinkingaboutithmm
FOUND! Lan Wangji's Fullproof Guide on How (NOT) to Summon a Demon by Howtosolveit (E, 3k, WangXian, Porn With Plot, but not a lot of plot, Incubus WWX, Demons, wwx has a tail, Wings, Interspecies Sex, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Anal Sex, Crack, Filthy, size queen lwj, Canon Divergence)
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3. hi! im looking for a fic where lan wangji and wei wuxian date as teenagers before lqr finds out and sends lwj to london with lxc
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)
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4. Hello mods! Thank you so much for all of your hard work. I'm looking for a wangxian fic that is set in the modern Omegaverse where WY is an omega and LZ is an alpha, and they're already an established couple at the beginning of the fic. The fic starts when both of them wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of chaos, as an omega uprising against the alphas has started, and their is a coup going on against the government and they're assasinating alphas. Then Wangxian meet up with Sangcheng and XuanLi to a safe house where they plan to move to another country for safety. I remember a WY thinking or saying something along the lines of, "It's my turn to protect you" to LZ.
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5. hi, need help finding a fic title. it should be quite popular. modern setting, wwx has powers to open and close... rifts? he and lwj go through one and get stranded in canon setting during postcanon. thanks for the help
FOUND! a tide in two seas by occultings (microcomets) (E, 81k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, parallel universes, post-canon, getting together, pining, case fic)
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6. good day! for the fic finder, can u guys help me find this fics: A) idk if its a jiang bashing but during the competition, wwx broke jwy's sword then he asked his father to have another one but his father didnt gave him any. then i think there's also a scene where jyl is also included in the competition that somehow she managed to form a core to fight but its not that strong.
B) i cant remember this one clearly but wwx stays with the lans at some point and he doesnt give a fvck with jyl. jyl wants wwx to come back to them (jiangs) but wwx knows his worth this time.
6A)
FOUND! Hua Xianle by Tiffany_Guinne (Not rated, 170k, hualian, wangxian, TGCF, canon divergence, not Jiang friendly, madam lan lives, WWX adopted by hualian, WWX with different name, overprotective hualian, hurt WWX, WIP)
6B)
FOUND! Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WQ & WWX & WN, JC & WWX, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Canon Divergence, AngstGolden Core Transfer Fix-It, I love Wen Qing and Wei Ying working together, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Dark, BAMF WWX, mentions of abuse, Canon JC traits, Not Everyone Dies au, XY doesn't have a happy ending)
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7. Hi mods!! Love this blog and thank you for all that you do! ❤️ I read a fic a long time ago where at the climax Wei Wuxian formed a core from purified resentful energy. Can't find it again to save my sanity, would you be able to help?
FOUND? Sunder by naqaashi (E, 32k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Denial of Feelings, Mutual Pining, Emotional Sex, Porn with Feelings, PWP, Light BDSM, Fix-It, POV LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Light Dom/sub, Explicit Sexual Content, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, Suicidal Thoughts) the last chapter has a scene similar to the description
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8. hii!!! i’m in the need for a ficfinder!! the fic was basically wwx tries to call lwj because he thinks he got drugged at a party, but he doesn’t answer since lwj is having dinner with his brother and uncle and they aren’t allowed to have their phones, so he calls lxc instead and he answers.
lwj and lxc go into the bathroom where wwx is hiding and find someone trying to take advantage of him, so they beat him up. this is all i remember unfortunately!! :((
(modern setting), tsvm!! :D
FOUND! Please Let Me Take Care of You by kayceebabe (G, 9k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, modern, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Sexual Assaultish, kinda assault, drugged WWX, big brother LXC, Nightmares, the horrifying ordeal of being known, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hurt WWX, crying WWX)
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9. Hi! Hope u'all having a good day! Is anyone of u know a fic where lwj got wwx pregnant and he didnt know about it. Wwx sent letters but lwj never got it because of lxz.
FOUND! Nothing but your heart by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, First Time, Getting Together, Angst and Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Whump, Breeding Kink)
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10. Hi! Can you help me find these 2 fics.
A) I remember this fic is a dark lwj. The lans ask Jyl’s hand in marriage for lwj however, since the jiang family know lwj as a bloodwar, they instead sent Wwx (disguised as female) instead of jyl. I remember when it was on their wedding night, lwj saw wwx’s robe covered in blood and discover wwx got a lot scars/wound on his back and learned that wwx is a boy.
B) Xicheng where Lxc and jwy are lovers but they got into fight to the point jwy thought it was better he was gone. Then, i remember jwy doing sacrifice soul summoning (like how MXY summons Wwx) to summon MY/JGY. It was successful.
10A)
FOUND? The Bloodthirsty Prince and his Bride by moss_enthusiast (M, 27k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending Violence, Anxiety, Royalty, Strangers to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Self-Worth Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Whipping, Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, Blood and Violence, Dark LWJ, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Shock, Anxiety Attacks)
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11. hello! I'm looking for a wangxian fic where wei ying dies at qiongqi path and lan zhan hears about it went to burial mounds but he was too late. after that, song lan appeared at jin lintai with wen yuan and a-yuan went to lan zhan shouting rich gege. when a-yuan learns that wei ying is dead he keeps telling that his xian-gege is now asleep like his parents and sister. and then when a-yuan saw the golden robes of madam jin, jin guangshan he screamed and kept saying bad men. @zeanclr
FOUND? @lovelyiknow said: #11 from the most recent fic finder is When I’m Gone by qiankun_pouch, it’s mostly finished but was deleted at 29/30? 31? smth like that. I have the pdf if anon wants it!
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12. looking for a fic where lwj gets tortured, and is rescued. one thing I remember is that it was second person pov, and it was relatively short. also, lwj kinda had amnesia- as in the torture made him forget or something. thanks!
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13. hello ! i hope y’all are doing well. i wanted to see if anyone could find this one fic that i read ages ago, but i can’t remember the title. but basically, i think it’s where wwx gets his old body back after being cursed by a fox(?) spirit - like he transforms back. and i think somewhere in the story, the juniors are there and they ask sizhui what wwx originally looked like and when he draws them a picture, they think he’s lying bc wwx looks too good in the drawing !! it’s been sitting at the back of my brain, so any help would be much appreciated:)) thank youuu <;3 @slytherin-trash
FOUND? Transcend by covalentbonds (Not Rated, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Smut)
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14. hi!! I’m not sure if this is the right way to ask, if it isn’t, please correct me! Im pretty sure I had seen a fic on here where the description said that lwj just kind of showed up at wwx and a’yuans door and they were just kind of like ok sure why not. I’m sorry I don’t have more details my app crashed just after I saw it😭😭would you happen to have an idea of what it was?? Thank you so much😭
FOUND! Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern AU, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx's biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)
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15. I’m sorry to ask this but I can’t find this fic and I searched it all day 🐇🐇🐇
A) I think, lwj and wwx are able to achieve immortality or are trying to achieve it and idk nor remember if it’s a omega verse or just magic bs but at some point in the story wwx asks how many children lwj would like to have and he answers 10 to which wwx thinks is joking but lwj is all serious about it XD
B) And also a fic where ylz ends up as a Jin and he’s usually in a garden surrounded by guards
Jiang Yanli is still alive and I think Jin zixuan too, but when wwx talks to JY he’s always formal and she can tell something is going on, there’s also wangxian and I think JGY is the one behind everything under his father’s commands
Thank you 🙇♀️
15A)
FOUND? Besieged by Ariaste (M, 11k, WangXian, WWX POV, wwx's avuncular powers, Teenage Drama, Humor, Feelings, Fluff) the second work of "A Civil Combpaign", the talk about lwj wanting more children surprised wwx, who had kinda jokingly suggested.
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16. Hi there, looking for a fic that had a 4/5 times wwx something 1 time lwj something format. Maybe based on jealousy or people hitting on them? One of the times was the head disciple of yunmeng jiang drugging and almost assaulting wwx but jiang cheng saves him. Please help, thank you!
FOUND! Cotton Wool by incendir (M, 34k, wangxian, LJY/OMC, JL/LSZ, JC & WWX)
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17. Hi! I’m looking for a fic when lwj is intersex and a river nymph I believe! wwx drinks water from lwj’s home and now he has to grant a wish. wwx at first thought that the price would be sxx but lwj actually asks him to build a rabbit hutch, a fence, and a house throughout the fic. This fic takes place over a course of a year or so and by the end they are married to live together! I remember this fic so clearly I just can’t seem to find it again. Thank you!
FOUND! Water Sweeter by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 8k, WangXian, Historical, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Some kind of fairy or spirit or something LWJ, Intersex LWJ, Intersex Character, Fluff and Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Thirst Trap WWX, Topping from the Bottom, WWX's Canonical Cottage-core Fantasy, First Time, Domestic Fluff, Vaginal Sex)
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18. hi so I am looking for this one fic and all I remember is that some of the wen remnants were bloodline jiangs
Thank you @princess-nettle
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19. Hi! 🤗 For the next Fic Finder, I wanted to ask about a fic I read some time ago, and now I can't find it. It's a fic where LWJ and WWX have sex in Xuanwu cave and WWX gets pregnant. After that they separated and WWX thinks he have lost the baby, but he didn't lost the baby and WWX goes into labor in a fight with the bad Wens.
I hope you can help me find it! Thank you! 😊💜 @wangxiansgirl
FOUND! Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal)
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20. I'm looking for a short fic, modern AU, mpreg, where Wei Ying doesn't know he's pregnant and gives birth on the bedroom floor. I only remember that and that he decided to walk home from work when he was feeling ill (still not realizing he was pregnant and in labor). Thanks, you are ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ @ilolatthis
FOUND! Surprise Baby! by trulywicked (M, 10k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Didn't know he was pregnant, birthing scene, Little bit of blood, A/B/O Dynamics, Inspired by Twitter, Established Relationship, Fluff)
NOT FOUND! Blood, Google, and Love by Prairie_Grass (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, they were roommates, A/B/O Dynamics, Getting Together, Mpreg, semi graphic giving birth, Alpha LWJ, Omega wwx, Intersex Omegas, (or you could head-canon WWX as trans if you wanted), Fluff and Angst, the run-on sentences are on-purpose because WWX and LWJ are both:, neurodiverse characters, slightly traumatic birth)
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The idea that Colin is the son or otherwise heir to Lucas Fontina, who led a failed coup decades ago (one that is "a dark spot on the history of the isles") is so wild and funny because the political context in which that would exist is like...
You are Prince Tarthur Cheddar, ruler of the Dairy Islands. Vegetania and Fructera are at war over the Vegetanian throne. This doesn't involve you, but the outlying Meat Land clans, with whom you have a tenuous alliance, are taking this opportunity to make excursions at the northern border. Ceresia eventually attacks the Meat Lands, and you are moved to defend them. Ceresia, thus, invades the islands from the east. You petition allies in Candia for aid—and split the royal House Rocks; officially, Candia currently refuses to defend you. Fructera forms an alliance with the Meat Lands by recognizing their claim over some of your territory, invading from the southwest, and gifting these isles to the clans, who happily annex them.
This doesn't even cover whatever might be happening internally with the Dairy noble houses and people or with the growing political and social influence of the Bulbian Church.
In two years, your country has become divided between three or four political entities in a war originally about a succession crisis that did not involve the Dairy Islands. So far, you as ruler have had little ability or say in stopping or even slowing any of this.
Potentially, in this politically broken moment, you learn that Fontina, who led an infamous failed coup (the unknown details of which may be harrowing) and who maybe still has sympathizers in the isles, had an heir who is still alive.
Colin Provolone, meanwhile, doesn't want anyone thinking about him for even two seconds and dislikes being in Situations.
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Had a lunch fit due to this picture of Enver pouring wine on himself. Maevetash, M rating for blood and a sideways reference to sex, 681 words, Gort provokes Maeve by pouring wine on his chest when she is in Blood Weirdo mode
Maeve puts her fingers to Enver Gortash’s chest, just above his heart, and begins to trace. She cannot say whether or not her movement is accurate, whether she is faithfully following the flow of the blood being pumped out from his heart, heavy with oxygen fresh from his lungs. Once her fingertips touch his open collar, she goes back to try again.
She hears the slurp of him taking another drink, and then the wet sounds of his mouth as the liquid is sent down his esophagus. She looks to the middle of his chest, imagining the red wine going underneath the path of his red blood.
“You are distracted,” he says and she feels his words in her hands.
“Distracted from what?” she says, looking up to see him watching her. “We aren’t doing anything.”
It is half true. They are at rest after a hearty meal and a hearty debate over whether a historical coup had been a success or a failure. Maeve had argued the former (the coup had in fact succeeded), Enver had argued the latter (the government formed in its aftermath had quickly collapsed). They have settled on the couch of his study and she has allowed him to put his arm around her. Finally, she has relaxed into it and now they they are in the in-between space: the time period after the excuse for their coming together and before the battle to convince her to stay for just a little while longer.
“You would like to though, I think,” he says.
“You like to think that you that know what I would like, I think,” she replies.
He moves his glass back to his lips. “Mm,” he hums as he takes a sip.
Maeve looks back to her hand, paused above his right pectoral and the lovely layer of fat that his fine life has put over it. She moves it back to his heart.
Suddenly, her vision is filled with red.
She feels herself freeze and she anticipates copper, she anticipates iron, she anticipates a thick trail of sticky clinging red that drips fast and then slow as it grabs onto itself, trying to stop itself from pouring, the kind that could coat a tongue, maybe a throat if you are greedy.
Instead, there is a splash, followed by the smell of oak and grapes, a red burst that dissipates into a thin film in between the hair on his chest and belly. She looks to his face again and finds him smiling, his wine glass held nearly horizontally, just high enough to keep him from spilling even more of the drink onto himself.
“What are you doing?!” she says and she hates how it sounds coming out.
“Testing a theory,” he says. He smiles at her and she knows he heard it, the surprise and worse, the betrayal when the red liquid was not the one that she wanted.
“Perhaps I will test my own theories, Lord Gortash.” She pushes herself to sitting, then slings a leg over his lap. This lets her put both hands on his chest and she digs in her thumbs, presses them both into his sternum. She does not let up until his skin is white from the pressure, then hooks each finger, as if she might decide at any time to open his chest like a clam.
“Oh come now, you have long decided that I am best kept alive. But,” he says, making sure that she is listening before he continues, “if you desire to carve me up, I am always amenable to seeing you exercise your lovely control, Slayer.”
She feels him already hardening underneath her bottom and she pushes down hard, enough to earn her a wince. “You are a reckless fool, Enver Gortash.” She lets herself extend a single nail, a piece of her father’s power, just enough to fill the white divot underneath of her thumbs with red, proper red, thick and pooling. She breathes in the scent of him. “One day, I won’t bother to bring you back from it.”
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i’m really interested in alternate history thoughts, so : what do you think would have happened if the liberatores had ended up also killing Antony on the ides of march ?
I think things would have gotten ugly, fast.
In the 24 hours following Caesar's death, the two most powerful men in Rome were Mark Antony and Lepidus. Lepidus had a legion of troops on Tiber Island, which he used to occupy the forum. According to Cassius Dio, he wanted to kill the liberators immediately. It was Cicero and Mark Antony who stopped this from happening, as the latter was Rome's remaining consul and open to negotiation.
In our Antony-less scenario, Cicero might still be able to dissuade Lepidus, but I doubt it. Lepidus' support with his Caesarian troops is iffy; killing Caesar's assassins is an easy way to raise it, consolidate his power, and prevent himself from getting killed. Cicero will probably survive on the technicality that he wasn't involved in the plot.
Rome is now Lepidus-land. For a while.
See, Lepidus is a pretty crap leader. He lacks Caesar's auctoritas, competence, charisma, work ethic, and solid relationship with his soldiers. In the eyes of other Caesarians, he hasn't "earned" his new power, he was just in the right place at the right time. People resented Caesar's dictatorship, but they will despise the rule of Lepidus.
Then Octavian shows up. Where Lepidus is arrogant, Octavian flatters Cicero and the senate; where Lepidus is undeserving, Octavian is apparently Caesar's "preferred" heir. Where Lepidus is corrupt and greedy, Octavian promises the moon, and will pay Caesar's legacy out of his own pocket if he must. Historically, it took just a few weeks for Octavian to undermine Antony's position, and Lepidus is less popular and more slow-moving than Antony. I think Cicero will ally with Octavian in this timeline, too, driving a wedge between the Caesarians.
The harder question is what will happen once Lepidus is removed from power. Octavian may or may not be able to push his way into the consulship. Even if he does, that doesn't mean that he'd intend to hold on to power for life.
Octavian was a backstabbing little bastard in our timeline, but he did so because he thought he'd been betrayed by Mark Antony, Cicero, and the senate, and getting sidelined could mean being killed. If he doesn't believe he's been betrayed or that his career is in danger, he may never turn on the senate.
He also probably did not have a vision for replacing the republic from the start. There was no roadmap for such a thing. The principate was a series of ad hoc changes, grafted on to the old shell of the republic, over more than fifty years. It would be much, much easier for Octavian to try to position himself strongly within the old republican system (and enjoy the support of the Roman people and senate) than to overturn it and risk getting the Ides of March Special.
A few potential scenarios for how this plays out:
Best: Octavian and Cicero gather enough military and political support to "persuade" Lepidus to step down at the end of 44. Hirtius and Pansa serve as consuls the next year, but hold actual elections. Cicero and moderate Caesarians like Hirtius and Pansa slowly start getting the republic back on track. Octavian might be allowed to run for a magistracy early as thanks for helping the senate, but he lacks the auctoritas to consolidate power permanently.
Middle: Lepidus won't step down peacefully, and a civil war breaks out, much like the War of Mutina. Lepidus is defeated because, frankly, he's not very good at this. Afterward, when the senate tries to shunt Octavian aside, he leads a coup and makes himself consul like in our timeline. I don't think there'd be proscriptions, though, not without a war against the liberators to fund. After fighting Sextus Pompeius, the principate develops early.
Worst: Civil war but worse. Cicero, Hirtius and Pansa die, like in our timeline, but so does Octavian. (The boy was fragile!) A five-sided war ensues among the surviving Caesarians, which is frankly pathetic to watch, because all the competent commanders are already dead. (Marcus Agrippa's career never takes off without Octavian's patronage, and neither do his quality of life improvements for civilians.) Gaul, Spain, Illyria, and other provinces see their chance to break away, and promptly do. After many years of bloodshed, the empire stabilizes into a much harsher autocracy than Augustus' rule, over a smaller area.
#just roman asks#alternate history#cicero#octavian#jlrrt essays#marcus aemilius lepidus#ides of march
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