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shuamorollss · 11 months

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on the court — basketball player!nrk x fem!reader

You only wanted to support your older brother, Jake on his basketball game. Even how smoothly their game was going, you didn't expect that you'd be the reason why a few points have costed your brother's team. Not entirely your fault, of course.

fluff, romance, comedy, humor, warnings— not proofread/errors ahead, Ni-ki and Y/N share the same age, Y/N can drive a car, half-assed ending kinda... I tried my best, 2.3k wc + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

additional notes— Italicized parts means flashbacks , used the K-12 school system in this fic... to avoid confusion, Jake is a 6th year student (Senior high) which is he's along in the age of 20 yrs old and both Y/N and Riki are in their 4th year (Junior high) which makes them both 18 yrs old! , reader's brother was originally Heeseung so please point it out for me in my inbox if Heeseung's name is still mentioned here TT I might've missed a part , author's note at the end.

You could sense the bright contrast in between your closed eyes. Slowly going back to your full consciousness, you open your eyes. Widening the gap of your lids, everything was bright and rather blurry. You could feel yourself laying on a soft mattress. The room was white, though a figure of your current vision paved the way of the brightness. Your eyes immediately met with the dark figure just beside you, sitting. You wondered if it was Keeho, however, from what you remembered, he didn't look like that, nor dressed like that earlier.

As your vision becomes clearer, it was to your dismay that it really wasn't your friend beside you.

Someone who had short hair, subtle blonde streaks, and his face structure was sharp. He was wearing casual clothes now. Not the fit you remembered him wearing when you last lay your vision on him.

His brows rose in surprise as he had met his gaze with yours.

"You're awake!" he exclaimed.

You don't know who he was.

He was a stranger. A man, just someone whom you have never met. So how did you get yourself here, waking up from unconsciousness with an unfamiliar worried man beside you in the first place?

…

Your hands control the wheels as you try to drive hastily. Your friends were counting on you to get to the sports center in time, with numerous phone calls from Sieun, adding the endless vibrating from your phone already makes you feel the pressure. You didn't let yourself drown in your own thoughts. All you wanted was to get there in time and have enough space to get seats.

"Yn?!"

"Took you long enough."

You have finally met with Keeho and Sieun outside the stadium, both of them having their arms crossed, frustrated by your late entry.

"Sorry guys. Traffic." You gently rub your nape, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Traffic my ass." Sieun said, who started to make her way inside the stadium. Both you and Keeho followed along her steps as she rants about your tardiness. You didn't mind, you were used to Sieun complaining like this and instead of being irritated, and besides, she doesn't seem to take her rants about things like these that seriously.

All of you went into the inner stadium to see hundreds of people crowding inside, attempting to spot places to sit.

"Sieun calm down, besides we have seats now." Keeho assured. The seats you three in were beside the court. Like literally beside the court. You could see all the athletes clearly just a distance from you, preparing for the game.

"What a jackpot. Surprising for a really crowded stadium… This should've been occupied by now." Sieun stated, her frustrations on where to sit have now faded, now that the best seats are now taken by them.

After a good minute of prepping yourselves, you saw a man's figure on the court jogging towards your direction, and to all of your excitement, It was your brother.

"Jake!" You all greeted him in unison, eyes sparkling at the sight of the man making his way towards where you guys stand.

"You all should thank me for that." He spoke, patting his sweaty forehead with a face towel.

"Look at our Jake! The captain of the Decelis basketball team." Sieun stated, nudging the side of Jake's arms.

"We know you'll do good out there dude!" Keeho added.

"The opponent stands no chance against y'all." You added once more, your hand messing his hair.

"Now I'm more encouraged to beat their asses." Jake remarked, extremely appreciative by the boost from his little sister and his dear friends.

The three of you continue to show him your full support as he waves goodbye, jogging back to his teammates.

The Stadium was filled with people, all of the seats were occupied and the continuous echoes filling the stadium made you hyped. The two schools that are competing are none other than two of the most prestigious schools in your country, and given to you that this is the semifinals means there's more to it after this one.

And you wanted to see your school compete once more in the Grand Finals.

The game started and you cheered for Jake and his team. They were doing good, you were having a positive thought on this game however you'd already expect the other team to hog scores a few minutes into the match. Being that this is the semifinals, competition would be difficult.

You spent the whole game just yelling and cheering at any given time, to the point that you finally felt the sting on your throat, causing your voice to rasp and unable to reach your voice at a high volume. So instead of forcing your voice to yell, you just sat and watched the game quietly.

As you watch everyone, your eyes went from anyone else on your brother's team to only a certain teammate of his.

He was cute, even better at playing than Jake in your opinion.

His hair was elegant, even if he's sweaty, his hair looked like it's been newly washed, in basic terms, fresh even. His eyes were sinister yet looked so adorable.

Your eyes were locked onto his figure, and when he shot the ball you quickly stood up, screaming "Yeah!" with your distorted voice, not even considering your current sore throat.

Sieun and Keeho were too focused to notice that you started cheering for one player only. After all, their support was on the whole decelis basketball team, so they wouldn't send suspicious glances on your way.

After a few more rounds, with Decelis leading, an unexpected circumstance may have cost a few points off of Decelis.

And you weren't expecting that you would partly be the reason why.

You were just about to get your phone

As another Decelis member makes his way on the court, he stops just a few steps in front of you. Your eyes gazing at the man then back to the one you seem to have all the attention on, passing the ball to the guy in front of you.

You saw the ball getting tossed to the player in front of you, yet suddenly he dodges. You on the other hand, was unable to move at the exact time you see the ball going directly to you.

…

"So… that's what happened...?" You raised a brow. Sitting comfortably on the infirmary bed as you were just all ears on the whole story you got here.

The other nods guiltily, having his head lowered as he does so. Stealing glances on your way.

Your memories slowly gathered in your head, and the last thing you realized is that this was the man you had all your attention to earlier during the game.

Your mind sets elsewhere other than the worrisome point of the whole predicament, you were giggling in your conscience that this was destined to happen… Of course, you had delusions get the best of you, though you were still able to show a calm and collected demeanor.

"I'm so sorry by the way, I didn't mean to," He took a deep breath, "I was surprised when Yeonjun dodged it. I didn't even know I passed it really hard."

He now had the courage to look at your state. His eyes correspond to a frightened puppy and you were not gonna lie that it was adorable to see him feel so disappointed in himself for a minor ruckus.

You didn't even have a bruise or a black eye, you just had a mild concussion, laying unconscious until you finally opened your eyes returning you to your normal state.

But if you were in his shoes, you'd totally feel the same as him now.

"I'm so sorry, I had to insist of backing out from the game in the meantime to look after you,"

"Jake was supposed to be the one here but I insisted on staying since I'm the one who you know…" He hit his hand as it was gestured to a C. You perked up your lips at his demonstration, also finding his constant apologies quite adorable.

He really did regret it a lot, though you didn't mind.

"Hey, it's fine. I don't think it's that serious. "You reassured, the other only gazed at you intently.

"You don't have to worry about it, I'm perfectly fine… But besides that now, I haven't seen you before," Riki's eyebrow rose, not expecting those words.

"Maybe because I barely visit my brother's practices but I swear when I do, I never see you practicing with them."

"Oh, I must've not been in them… Sometimes I don't attend practices for reasons, so maybe you came to watch when I wasn't in them? Just maybe." He gushed, you only sat to hear more of his stories… You slowly faw over his presence as he talks about his likes, dislikes, favorite places, and basketball stories all in a span of 10 minutes. You couldn't imagine if Jake was the one to look over you instead, he'd probably make fun of you while you were unconscious or so.

Well, Jake isn't actually like that, you were just thankful to have him give in and prioritize winning for his team rather than looking after you and costing them a few more points. Which led him to look after you…

Who's… him?

Your eyes widen to the man talking in front of you, unaware of his name during the whole conversation. How can both of you be this dunce at the same time.

As you were about to ask for his name, he stood up. "I better head back to the game, since you're feeling much better now,"

You only nodded in response.

"I'll tell Jake his girlfriend is doing okay!"

Hold up— What?

You winced confusingly at the words that left his mouth. He's getting the wrong idea.

As his figure fades any further you yelled a "wait!" On his way, the boy frighteningly stopped his tracks, facing you once more.

"Let me introduce myself…" You spoke up, a mere suggestion for him to do the same as well.

"O-Oh… OH!— I'm sorry, I think I introduced myself when you were still unconscious on that bed… I'm Nishimura Riki! I'm in my 4th year."

"Oh… I'm also a 4th year student."

Riki subconsciously tilt his head, as if he's questioning so much just by the similar years you two are in.

"I didn't know Jake likes girls way below his age."

You winced once more. This was a gross assumption, you couldn't imagine being in this type of situation yet you're here now.

"I'm Y/N," You paused for absolutely no reason, probably for the effect.

"I'm Jake's sister."

Riki's heart sank, immediately having countless daggers of embarrassment stabbed him way through all of his body. He couldn't imagine this was happening, he genuinely thought that you were dating their captain. When he saw you and two other people going through a tough crowd in order to get into the three vacant seats so close to the court, he thought you were one of the prettiest among the crowds. It was silly of him to think that to a random girl of course, though having your presence made him more competitive and encouraged him to do his best in order for you to see him shine (and indirectly impress you).

He did feel quite disappointed when their team captain, Sim Jaeyun, ran towards you and you began ruffling his hair so cutely. Losing his hope and backing out on his interest to you since he didn't wanna meddle in relationships he shouldn't be in, also he doesn't like when their captain gets angry, and common knowledge is that homewrecking is absolutely bad.

Tracing his thoughts back to reality, his face slowly turned tinted red, flustered at the utter embarrassing assumption that he held with himself for the whole time he looked after you.

"I… I am.. I'm- I'm so sorry!" He freaked out.

"I didn't know, so I assumed you two— Why did I even assume that you two were a thing?! "

"Why did you?" You questioned calmly, a cheeky smile plastered on your face, cutting off his freaking out state.

"I-It's just I saw… you teasing Jake earlier, like messing his hair and all— so yeah, you were doing that before the match started and I just thought there was a romantic kick to it, you know?"

"And you looked at our way because…?"

"I looked to your way because you were the most prettiest girl I have ever seen and I kept my eyes on you for the remainder of the time you and your friends were reaching to the vacant seats near the court, that I also assumed that Jake saved for you and your friends…" The man inhaled deeply as he said all of that in one breath.

You could only widen your eyes at his confession, subconsciously perking the edges of your lips at how adorable he is when he's this flustered.

"I'm sorry I think I said too much—"

"No no, don't be… I think that's really sweet of you." You held your screams of triumph in, wanting to stay calm and collected.

"Since you said that, I'll just say that you also caught my attention while you were on the court,"

You paused, your heart picking up an intense pace, your eyes locking to his.

"I'm kinda glad I got you to look after me rather than my annoying brother." You joked, rolling your eyes at the mention of your brother.

"Hey, your brother was actually really worried when you got… you know."

"I knew he would be."

You both exchanged warm smiles, repeatingly nodding your head's at each silent thought.

"You should probably go back now, they need you there."

"Oh right! Are you gonna go back… also?"

"I will, I won't miss you owning that court...

Just like earlier. "

Riki's smile widens, more encouraged than ever to go back to the game and show you what he can really do.

"I'll look for you after the game, I promise."

author's note— I'm back from my hiatus!! kinda, i think?? I have a few more wips that I'm working on so i may be able to upload them in a few days or weeks! I rlly miss tumblr and writing pls pls pls bear w me w this one... I'm just trying to get my vocab juice going after a long time of writers block 😭 anw i hope u enjoy!!

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kairoot · 8 months

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❝ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 ❞ | nrk.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : enemies to lovers, high school au, fluff, comedy, maybe a bit of angst (idk)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : harsh jokes probably, niki and his friends being kinda mean, light cursing, name calling

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 : by @keiipopped

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dancer!niki x dancer!fem!reader ft. heeseung, sunghoon, yunjin, hanni & kyujin

author’s note: context for one of the insults in here: this is when kyujin had her red hair. just so you guys don’t get confused as to why niki’s calling her ‘redhead’ 😭 kind of inspired by charli xcx’s ‘constant repeat’ ?? idk it kinda gives me enemies to lovers type vibe in some of the lyrics.

the manifesto outfits for 4Z

SS ➜ high school dancers niki and y/n can’t stand eachother. then again.. they love each other. then why is niki always being so mean? y/n’s dance group, 4Z and niki’s group, PRDX go into the school’s dance competition , battling against each other to be the face of the school’s best dance team.

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“so, when are you gonna tell him?” hanni asked y/n as they walked side by side, carrying their lunch trays. kyujin walked on the other side of y/n, already snacking on her meal.

“hanni, how many times do I have to tell you? I don’t like him.” y/n replied, shaking her head. hanni had been going on and on about the school’s best dancer, riki, but everyone called him niki. or so he said he was the best but Y/n thought otherwise. half of the school was 4Z fan-based and the other was for PRDX.

hanni swore y/n had a crush on the boy but Y/n always denied. even though they always bumped heads, y/n did have feelings for him. she could never admit that to her team, though.

“i don’t know, n/n. you seem to give him heart eyes everytime he looks your way.” Kyujin spoke, apple still in her mouth. Y/n slightly shoved her jokingly, “what are you talking about, Kyu?” she asked rhetorically.

the three continued to walk to their table, finding the dance group’s leader, Yunjin. she greeted them as they sat down and began talking about the upcoming dance competition.

“so, have we figured out outfits for The Manifesto?” Kyujin questioned the leader.

“well, i was thinking like orange at first to go with the theme but I heard that’s what the 3 idiots are wearing.” Yunjin rolled her eyes, referring to Niki and his members, Heeseung and Sunghoon. they were both older but stuck to him like minions.

“so, maybe black? i know it’s common but some leather would be cool.” the leader suggested. the group looked at each other, trying to decide whether it was a good idea or not.

“the principal said nothing inappropriate or revealing, though..” Hanni commented. “yeah, but we’re not wearing lingerie, Hanni. just a subtle leather bottom is fine.” Yunjin scoffed jokingly.

by then, Y/n was in her own world, taking small bites of her food. she looked over to where Niki’s table was, watching all of the boys chunk milk cartons at eachother, the girls lining up at their table to giggle at their antics.

niki sat at the lunch table, laughing at his friend’s foolish behavior. his tray was discarded to the side, nothing but an apple there. he went to grab it, but caught Y/n’s eyes instead. she didn’t even realize she was staring until the boy sent a wink her way, flashing his signature smile.

she quickly averted her gaze, blinking extra hard to knock herself out of the trance she was in. the group continued to discuss their plans for the competition, agreeing and disagreeing with certain things.

“well i’m stuffed so.. Y/n, you coming?” Kyujin asked, tilting her head towards the cafeteria’s garbage pail. the other girl nodded, getting up to leave with her friend. they said their goodbyes to Yunjin; Hanni heading to her next class.

the two students walked side by side, chatting up a storm before a taller male stepped in front of them.

“let me clean this for you.” it was Niki who had offered to empty Y/n’s tray. his hand gripped the edge of it as if he had really been insisting on cleaning the tray for her.

Kyujin’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked the older male up and down. “i don’t think she wants to-“

“yo, shut it, redhead. i wasn’t asking you.” Niki snapped at her, turning back to Y/n. her expression mirrored the one that Kyujin still wore on her face.

“nah, she’s right. i’m good-“

“really, l/n. let me do it.” he shifted the tray towards him, attempting to yank it away from her. Y/n did the same thing, pulling the tray back in her direction.

“No.”

“why not?” he smirked playfully, the tray jerking back in his direction. It seemed like a game of ‘tug-of-war’ at that point. Niki was enjoying it, though.

“give it back, Nishimura.” y/n struggled to pull it this time as Niki held the lunch tray against his tall frame, y/n coming closer to him with each pull.

“wow, i’ve really got you in my embrace now, huh?” he giggled, enjoying the contact with his enemy.

“niki, seriously, give it back-“ y/n’s complaints came to a halt as red sauce splattered on her uniform top, some against her cheek. everyone in the lunchroom stopped what they were doing to see the mess. niki’s hand had let go of the tray mid-tug.

a series of chuckles came from the left side of Y/n. it was Heeseung and Sunghoon, snickering at the incident. y/n felt heat rush to her face as all eyes were on her. some others joining in with the giggles.

“seriously, Nishimura, what the hell?!” Kyujin shouted, grabbing Y/n by the arm; rushing out of the cafeteria. Y/n pushed passed Niki as he tried to call for her.

the trays were long forgotten.

y/n felt tears prick her eyes as the anger inside her brewed. Kyujin walked her to the locker rooms, silently cursing at herself for not stopping the boy.

“it’s alright, kyu. i promise.” Y/n chuckled as they walked into the changing room. she walked to her locker, finding the soft pair of sweatpants and t-shirt she packed.

“you say that but i really should have stopped him. i don’t know how i didn’t see that coming, i’m sorry.” she patted y/n’s arm, walking towards the door.

the other girl smiled, waving off Kyujin’s apology, continuing to tell her it was fine. Y/n changed into her clothes while they chatted for a bit until Kyujin had to leave.

“meet me in the gym, alright? we still need to work on our part in the routine.” the redhead said before leaving the locker room.

walking towards the gym like Kyujin told her, Y/n stopped at the door as she heard music already booming through the speakers. she quickly ran through the big doors, her conscious telling her that she was late.

she fumbled to get into the gym, only to find three sleeveless guys moving around the squeaky floor, cackling with each other. before any of them could see her, she backed out through the doors.

she scrambled to pull her phone out, leaning against the wall while finding Kyujin’s contact.

“hello?” her voice rang on the other line. Y/n planted a hand against her forehead, face palming at the girl’s carefree tone. “kyu! I thought you told me to meet you in the gym?” she whisper yelled.

“i did! but that cute guy that I told you about.. he wanted to know if I needed any help with studying.” Y/n could hear her smile through the phone. “why do you sound like you just saw a ghost?”

“only because I did, but worse. It was Niki. he was with Thing 1 and Thing 2.” Y/n scoffed, readjusting her tee. Kyujin responded with the same sound, rolling her eyes.

“how in the hell did those idiots get there before us? you know what, don’t worry. I’ll be there soon.” she grumbled into the speaker.

as the girls finished their conversation, Niki came out of the gym, neck covered in sweat. He looked around, catching a glimpse of Y/n against the wall.

“yo, l/n,” he smiled, walking up to her. her eyes widened as she looked up from her phone, attempting to turn away from the boy. he brought his hand up to catch her wrist, pulling her back towards him. “you following me, dummy?”

she snatched her wrist from his grasp, scrunching her face up in disgust. “yeah, right.”

he flashed his smile again, playfully shoving her arm. “why else would you be here, then?”

“we were gonna use the gym, but it turns out the three musketeers ended up here before us.” she snorted. niki scoffed at the nickname she gave him and his friends. he ran a hand through his wet hair, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

“what? the fab four couldn’t find anywhere to practice their 3-step routine?” he pouted, mockingly. y/n tried to hide the offended look on her face as she began to push past the boy.

“wait,” niki giggled a bit, pulling her back gently. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t get butterflies from how close they were.

“how about we share the gym? one half is PRDX and the other half is.. your team.” he shrugged as if it was the best idea ever. y/n’s eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“my team and your team in the same space? i don’t think so.” she shook her head.

“why not? we’ll practically be in the same space for The Manifesto. though, you guys won’t last that long.” he snickered a bit causing y/n to land a harsh punch against his arm.

“see? this isn’t gonna work. especially not with your buddies.” y/n grumbled.

yunjin, hanni, and kyujin stood on one side of the gym, arms crossed. y/n stood next to them, awkwardly.

“well, i’ll be damned. niki, this was your idea?” sunghoon chuckled, pointing towards the girls. heeseung shook his head as he took a sip of water, laughing with the other boy.

niki shrugged, “yeah, i mean, i don’t see a problem with it.”

“really? you don’t see the problem? or is that cause your ‘n/n’ is here?” sunghoon tilted his head. niki bit back a smile as y/n’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

yunjin rolled her eyes, becoming impatient. “whatever, can we just get the speaker?”

heeseung and sunghoon stared at each other, a laugh erupting from both of them.

“we should call them banzai and ed. they’re always laughing.” hanni whispered to kyujin causing her to snort a bit too loud. sunghoon shot her a glare, making her roll her eyes.

“alright, dumbos. we’re gonna do our routine first and then you all can practice your 1-2 step, yeah?” sunghoon shrugged, smiling as he grabbed his phone to start the music.

motley crew by post malone blared through the gym’s speakers as the girls took their seats in the bleachers. two of them talked while the two others watched. y/n was definitely watching niki a little too hard.

“gosh, snap out of your trance, y/n.” hanni giggled, elbowing the girl softly. y/n scoffed at her, shoving her back. she waved off hanni’s joke, still watching niki.

he was a really great dancer. he had a lot of flow in his body. the way he was able to make his moves so clear.

some time into the routine, y/n didn’t even realize that she had began to like niki more and more. he would look her way a few times, smiling or nodding his head towards her. she felt herself look away in embarrassment or roll her eyes at him each time.

“okay, fab four. your turn.” sunghoon breathed heavily, patting a towel against his neck. yunjin connected her phone to the bluetooth, setting it down on the floor as a marker.

the girls grouped together to slide the huge closet mirror over to their side, setting it in front of the bleachers. niki, sunghoon, and heeseung sat on the other side.

they stretched a bit before getting into place before the song could start. their song was constant repeat by charli xcx, which yunjin had been begging them to do.

y/n was too into the music to notice that niki was watching her. his head slightly bopped to the music, squinting his eyes a bit. even sunghoon caught himself watching how charismatic all of them were.

[ I hate inserting these in my writings now but a huge time skip because I haven’t written in a long time so there’s 0 creativity here and I’m not sure what they should do in the gym other than niki watching and flirting with reader from afar I’m so sorry you guys 😭 ]

everyone scrambled around the dressing room, putting on the last of their accessories. they bumped into each other, mumbling to themselves about items they’ve misplaced.

“okay, out of this place in like 3 minutes, people. we’ve seriously gotta go.” one of the mc’s, haeun peeked her head into the room, causing the girls to rush towards the door.

“before we go, i just wanna say that we will beat the little paradoxes, okay guys?” Kyujin said breathing hard. she seemed to be getting a bit nervous, which is definitely not what the group needed in that moment.

yunjin nodded her head, blonde hair bouncing. “yeah, Kyu, totally. let’s go.”

they stepped into the crowded gymnasium, the lights low and purple, students scattered everywhere. everyone still trying to get into the bleachers before the competition started.

“well, this is what we’ve all been waiting for, right, haeun?” changmin said. he was the second mc for the night, him and haeun would be keeping score and narrating the whole event.

the girls walked hand in hand to their spot behind the stage as the mcs continued their chat. they all waited until the long introduction was over and when they would start calling the groups out.

of course, PRDX was first. the girls still sat in the back, calming their nerves. y/n heard the routine song, only imagining what niki looked like on the stage.

y/n walked to the side, watching from behind the curtain. once again, she fell in love with niki’s flow. with the way he moved. in one of the moves, he turned to face the back where y/n was, which made her move back behind the curtain.

the crowd went wild for the group. they absolutely loved PRDX. but of course it was mostly girl screams that were heard.

“oh my gosh, they’re not even that good. like seriously.” kyujin folded her arms, shaking her head.

“yeah, but you’ve gotta admit. they’ve got some type of charisma to them.” yunjin mumbled, peeking outside the curtain beside y/n. they all stared at the leader in confusion.

“well, that was a sudden change..” hanni snorted.

soon enough, it was time for the girls to go on. they put in two songs for their routine. y/n caught niki’s eye as she stood in place, waiting for the music to start. he smiled, slightly cheering for them. this confused the girl but she focused back on her performance.

around the second song, the girls jumped down from the stage, surprising everyone. the crowd got louder, everyone ‘wowing’ and ‘woahing’.

by now, they were in the middle of a crowd dancing with the spot light all over them. literally and figuratively. they were making their way towards their rivals, rubbing their victory in their faces.

the boys scoffed, one of them folding their arms. niki was kind of into it, laughing at the act.

the girls didn’t stop though. y/n came to the front, really showing off in front of them. she had a point to prove. that her team really could win. that they were the best dancers.

sunghoon glared at her the whole time, never taking his eyes off of her. he couldn’t stand the smug look on the girl’s face and the fact that his friend was actually enjoying it.

once again, y/n got to into the music, not really aware of her surroundings. her members had let her have a solo, really making her shine.

before she could even make the winning move, liquid had been thrown at her, causing her to slip.

“yo, sunghoon, what the hell?!” niki shouted. more people came off the bleachers to see the second incident y/n had been caught in.

“okay, no need to be a fcking jerk, sunghoon!” yunjin shoved him, her members pulling her away. he stood there, brushing off his jacket as if he hadn’t done anything.

y/n winced at the pain in her ankle and back. niki had ran over to help her but she quickly denied.

“no, i think you and your team have did enough.” she grumbled out. he ignored her complaints, picking her up and wrapping one of her arms around him.

he walked her to the dressing room, sitting her on the big red couch,“i’ll be back with some ice, alright?”

the girl nodded, kicking her shoe off and sliding her foot up to the cushion.

he walked back to where the drinks were, grabbing a cup and filling it with ice. he saw sunghoon walking out through the gym doors, a scowl on his face.

he shook his head, bringing the ice back to the room.

y/n had thrown her gloves and vest to the side, her eyes closed.

“you sleep already, dummy?” he chuckled, sitting next to her legs, placing her injured foot in his lap.

“yeah, i wish.” she snorted. he looked at her for a minute, admiring her features. now probably wasn’t the best moment, but…

“you’re really pretty.” he looked down at her ankle, carefully placing the cup of ice on it. y/n’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes popped open.

“what?”

“i said you’re really pretty.”

she scoffed, “and out of all times, you wanna tell me this now? nishimura, you and your members have caused us hell and you wanna call me pretty?-“

“shut up, i’m trying to confess my love to you.” he smiled a bit, readjusting his position so he was facing her.

“i know i haven’t always been the nicest person. teasing you ‘n stuff. but i really like you y/n, i do. this sounds so corny out loud but it’s the truth.”

she sat up a bit, looking around. was this a dream? after all that head bumping and teasing each other, niki actually liked her?

“so, you mean to tell me that.. you were only mean.. ‘cause you liked me?” she questioned. she wanted to make sure she had this right, it was all so sudden.

“well, not at first, but yeah.” he shrugged, smiling. she shoved him a bit, looking down and mirroring his expression.

she looked back up at him, “do you really mean it? you’re not being stupid this time? you’re not recording this so you can send it to heeseung and sunghoon for some giggles?”

“y/n,” niki rolled his eyes, smile still plastered on his face. “no. i really do like you. and you’re really talented, i like that.”

she smiled once more, heat rushing to her face. it was silent for a bit until she spoke up again.

“so..?”

“so?” niki took the ice off of her ankle, placing on the floor. he turned to her again, attempting to read what she was thinking.

her smile widened, “how are we gonna tell our teams?”

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author’s note : kei bb, im so sorry, this was so bad 😭😭 as you can see, im not in the habit of writing long things rn, i haven’t did it in so long.

#enhypen #kairoot #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #high school au #enha niki #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #enhypen niki

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How Did We Get So Good at Dismantling These Hearts? - Kaz Brekker Imagine [Shadow & Bone]

Title: How Did We Get So Good at Dismantling These Hearts?

Pairing: Kaz Brekker X Reader

Based On: Hourglass

Word Count: 1,219 words

Warning(s): mention of murder

Summary: Kaz gets word of a new job for the Crows. On the surface, it appeared to be nothing other than a normal job. However, when he tells the crew, (Y/n) has a reaction that immediately catches his attention. He just needs to find out why.

Author's Note: I changed this story because the original one was alarmingly similar to the May stories.

Part Two of "June" [Release Date: 7/5/2023]

Part Three of "June" [Release Date: 7/7/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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If any of the Crows had noticed me tense, then none of them spoke up about it.

Not at the time.

Kaz had gathered all of us together, telling us about a new job that he apparently couldn't turn away. Nothing felt strange about it. It all seemed normal... our version of normal, anyway.

Some plan for a heist, a good pay... it was exactly what our crew was meant to love.

And I did. I loved working with the Crows. The idea of having a new job made me grin a bit to myself.

And then, I heard my mother's name come out of Kaz's mouth.

My shoulders tensed a bit. I had to physically stop myself from drawing them up. I did my best to take a subtle deep breath, desperate to return to normal. Nothing would stop my heart from racing and my leg from bouncing.

I was watching Kaz as he spoke, but I couldn't hear him. My ears were filled with buzzing as my mind played back every memory that I had buried for all too long.

The first thing I heard was Kaz dismissing us for the day.

I was the first person to stand up and walk out. Maybe I had been a little too fast on my way out. Maybe I had pushed the chair away a little too hard. I don't know.

All that I could think of at the time was going home.

I didn't notice anyone paying any mind to me.

It wasn't until that night that I would even know that anyone had looked at me in some way other than normal.

I was pacing my small room, mind still racing when there was a knock on my door.

I took a breath before walking over. In my state of distractedness, I didn't think much before pulling the door open. I found Kaz standing on the other side of the door.

"All this time with the Crows and you still open your door with no attempt to check who could be on the other side," he said. There was the smallest hint of a grin on his face, letting me know that this wasn't him genuinely scolding me.

"Did you come here to inform me of your new passion for comedy," I asked.

"I'm here to talk about the job."

"Much less exciting," I replied.

Kaz didn't reply, merely raising an eyebrow at me and nodding toward the inside of my place. I took a deep breath and stepped to the side, letting him walk in.

It was strange to see Kaz in my home.

I had trouble associating him with something so... comfortable. There was something about Kaz being in a place meant for merely existing that made me pause. It felt like watching an animal exploring a new habitat. It made me wonder how many nights he had spent avoiding his room. How long had he been avoiding falling asleep in his bed? Or simply falling asleep at all?

I moved around him, putting myself between him and the rest of my home. "What did you need to talk about?"

"You have a personal connection to the job," he said. "I need to know what it is."

I scoffed, going to deny it.

He cut me off before I could, "No use denying it. You're not as subtle as you think you are."

There was a long pause.

"I need to know any potential risks that come with this job. Whatever you're hiding is a risk."

"The woman that you're robbing... she's my mother," I explained. "I... ran away... a long time ago."

"Why?"

"My uncle. He killed my brother... He didn't know that I had seen him until after it was over. I had... I had only seen the very end of it. If he had told me that he had just found him like that, then I would have believed him. And then, he told my mother that I did it."

"You were a child."

"He called it an accident," I shrugged. "He played the part well. That was when I knew that he had done it. My mother hated me. He threatened to kill her if I ever said anything... because killing me would be too easy. I had to run. Now, he is going to inherit everything that my mother has... and nothing is going to stop him."

There was a silence.

I watched as Kaz's eyes scanned me. I couldn't tell if he was trying to see if I was telling the truth or if was merely some kind of assessment of my current state. I blinked away any tears that had built up. I hadn't let myself think about it for years. I forgot how much it hurt.

"I can't have you on the job," Kaz finally said.

"What?"

"It's too dangerous-"

"I can keep my composure on the job, you know that-"

"That's not my concern," he stopped me. "Your uncle knows that you're the only one that knows that truth. Your mother thinks that you killed her son and then ran away. If either one of them sees you, then it will be more than just imprisonment. I am not going to willingly get you killed."

"We have gone on jobs where our lives are in danger," I argued. "Most of them do-"

"Not with such a clear target on our backs."

I took a deep breath. I hated how much I agreed with him. Mainly because I had never once seen him show himself this much care. I had watched him walk into dangerous situations with little to no concern for his own well-being. Part of him had to be aware of that.

"You're off the job."

"Fine," I muttered begrudgingly. "No mourners."

He nodded once. "No funerals."

Kaz turned around to walk back out. He made it to the door before I spoke up.

"Why did you come," I asked. "Why not just sent Inej down here to get information? Or Jesper, even?"

"Your desire for vengeance... it's one that I'm familiar with," he explained. "More than you know... and I will help you get it."

He went to turn away again. His words made me panic.

"Kaz," I stopped him again. "Don't get yourself killed for me."

He didn't respond. He merely looked back at me, waiting for some explanation or request or something.

"I'm not worth it," I said quietly.

He watched me for a few moments longer. I wish I knew what he was looking for. "You don't get to decide that."

He walked out before I could ever question him about that statement.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I stepped forward and locked my door.

I didn't want to make any assumptions or jump to any conclusions, but it was difficult for me to act like I had no desire to do so. Taking me off of the job, the way he spoke, the promise of vengeance in my name... it all gave me pause. Embarrassing pause.

I ran my hands over my face before shaking my head. Jumping to conclusions was foolish. I knew better. His rare empathy was not a sign of anything.

And all I had to do was continue reminding myself of that until I believed it.

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hypnotisedfireflies · 4 months

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Six More Summer Fics for Tessjoels

Follow-up to this post! There I just posted some of my favourite in-progress Tess x Joel fics for summer reading - now here are some of my favourite completed tales from the last year. (Why did I limit myself to six? Whose dumb idea was that?)

I can't fuck it up if it's not there, by @seethesunny I mean, in the title alone Vane pretty much encapsulates the subtle foundation the very relationship rests. Vane is wonderfully prolific in fandom but this was the first recent story of hers I thought of for this post. It's gritty QZ life and a terrific character study of them separately, and their budding relationship.

gun-shy, by myhomeistheshire A few writers have explored this premise but I particularly loved the way this author handled the story (especially as it's Tess Lives!) Tess, Joel and Ellie are so in character, it's unreal, you can just hear them as you read. Essentially, sassy street kid Ellie finds her Tessjoel parents.

part of something good, by @two-birds-alone-together I only read this one today! Shame on me, because it's Tess Lives and that's my core drive. I love the nuance between Tess and Joel as they deal with their Ellie problem (lol) and the growing relationship between the three. I can be really picky about Tess joining the Ellie & Joel journey but this is really well-rendered. The chapter 1 cliffhanger is diabolical.

shine bright, by @tessaservopoulos Particularly partial to this one (check the dedication!) but that just made it easier to choose the right fic for this post! This is a sweet bite-sized story that crams so much atmosphere, subtlety and fun into one story. A little real light (figurative and literal, ha) in the darkness during the QZ years. I love me some QZ gritty, but this is irresistible.

Getaway, by @ameerawrites Comedy is really hard to put on paper, especially in fic where you have to both be funny to your reader and have the situation play out in the character's voices. Ameera does both in this cosy little AU fic. It doesn't just feel like an isolated story, though. Tess and Joel feel really authentic and you get cute glimpses of their wider life beyond their failed Colorado ski trip.

mist, by sillylily07 Choosing just one fic by this author for the list was a bit of a chore, because there are so many and separating just one out to include was really hard. This is a wonderful example of this author's understanding of the characters, combining the rough-edges of their relationship and situation with the tenderness they have for one another. Bite-sized flirty fun.

Fear of Heights, by @mariatesstruther Sike, a bonus story: Tommy/Maria! Look, this is the meet cute of the century for Tommy and Maria. At random times of the day I just find myself thinking of - oh, you'll have to read it, but I'm grinning as I type just thinking about it. The characterisation is on point and it feels canon to me. I love how Tommy connects with Jackson before the commencement of the story because it feels so realistic and you can feel his desperation, but he's still so fucking ... Tommy.

I tried to keep these lists kind of succinct so I didn't lose days of my life in compiling them, but they are not the extent of wonderful Tessjoel fic out there. I know I have left off terrific authors and stories but I tried to get a little sampling of some of the talent actively writing at present. Please leave more recs in the comments so I can smack my hand against my head and go OF COURSE and be angry at myself for making these lists so brief.

#fic recs #tlou fic recs #tess lives #joel loves tess #the last of us #tlou #joel miller #tess servopoulos #tess x joel #joel x tess #tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction #tommy x maria

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joys-of-everyday · 9 months

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MXTX's women

Let's do ✨discourse™✨

Addendum: I checked out twitter (x now?) for the first time in ages and... um... maybe this isn't a good time for discourse. But hey, I love mxtx so I'm just going to do a Shen Yuan and pretend absolutely everything is fine.

I feel like a lot of the discourse around MXTX and sexism don't hit the mark? Things like 'there are few female characters', 'the female characters die', 'the female characters don't hold positions of power' are not indications as to whether a piece of work standing on its own is sexist. For example, you could write an entire novel about a sexless robot (which miserably fails the Bechdel test because there is only one character) and that says nothing about whether the work itself is sexist. This is an caricature of an example and of course, overall trends give a very different picture to individual works, so its not to take such works off the hook either. Similarly, including sexist troupes isn't inherently sexist, but equally arguing something is a 'critique' isn't a shield against criticism. Critique can be done badly, critique can become outdated, critique itself can be critiqued.

But equally the counterargument to this can't entirely be 'but look at x, y, and z - aren't they great female characters?'. Look, I love mxtx's women. I can write essays (plural) about mxtx's women. Many people already have. Then again, Eowyn from lotr is arguably a pretty deep character, but I would have problems if lotr was the best example of female representation we could come up with. The point being, the existence (or lack thereof) of strong female characters isn't (entirely) the point, even though it's often made out to be. Don't get me wrong, good female representation without strong female characters is... erm... hard. But if it was the crux of the argument, the discourse could be killed in three tumblr posts.

The bigger question(s) (possibly) is: What is its intent? How is that intent received?

SVSSS, MDZS, and TGCF are all extremely different pieces of work. SVSSS in particular stands out, because at its heart, it is satire. While debates around what kind of comedy is and isn't good exist independently of SVSSS, needless to say, judging satire in the same way you would say a murder mystery or a romantic fantasy is not advisable. Sha Hualing is a sexy demon lady whose clothes rip off in the middle of a battle. Why? Because that's saying something about a particular trope of a particular genre.

(Side note: I have opinions on how we shove different BLs together when they really shouldn't be under the same umbrella and how this muddies the discourse unnecessarily. I'm talking about Killing Stalking btw)

For SVSSS, if you get it, you get it (it's impossible to read without understanding this). While some loose threads exist about how female characters could have been more developed... man, do you know how much development my boy Mu Qingfang got? You're not sexist if you punch everyone (only half ironic here). (In terms of character development I also think this might be a fandom thing as well as a SVSSS thing.) But I think more relevantly, SVSSS tells you something about the way MXTX writes critique.

If you didn't notice, SVSSS is critique on two levels. First is the blatant critique of the harem genre, and the second is more subtle critique on BL, on fandoms, on webnovels, on literature. But while we get Shen Qingqiu's commentary guiding us through the first bit, this drops during the second bit. It takes Shen Qingqiu so long to realise that what he's living through is a crazy mishmash of BL tropes that the only narration you get on this is Pure Confusion. To realise Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's early interactions is commentary on the 'dark and obsessive love' trope, you need to immediately realise that Shen Qingqiu telling you Luo Binghe is trying to kill him is just... Wrong. So (possibly, ofc I've no idea what's going on in the author's head) the intent is critique. But intent is meaningless without it being conveyed to the reader. So how are we meant to 'realise' what is going on?

Firstly, MXTX tells you. Shen Qingqiu goes: 'damn Luo Binghe isn't acting like in those weird danmei novels' and you're meant to go 'oh weird danmei novels I know about those'. Second is her very obvious use of tropes (even flagged!). 'Clothes rip/disappear in the middle of a serious situation, isn't this weird? Where have we seen that before?'. And thirdly, by introducing a sense of absurdity. Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's relationship is presented in such an unconventional way (the master-disciple pair which generated a famous porno!) that it forces you to engage with it critically.

Okay, so what does that have to do with sexism? Take MDZS. We have a set of very tropey characters - 'the older sister', 'the scary mother', 'the strong independent woman', 'the damsel in distress'. We have explorations and subversions that go beyond tropes: Jiang Yanli's character shaped by her experiences in an abuse household, Yu Ziyuan's pride and loyalty, Wen Qing's well... everything, and Mianmian needs no explanation. We have flags to tell us we are meant to care about these issues: most obviously Mianmian experiencing gendered harassment for speaking up. All the women die! Yeah, isn't that a problem. Because it's the women sacrificing themselves, women silently taking on burdens, women chained by the circumstances of the world around them and still making choices about what is important to them (and it's often not themselves). The women aren't in positions of power/aren't shown to be as competent as the men! They're literally put down when they speak up, and don't the wives have a great time with their husbands. MDZS is critique of society. MDZS's women too are a critique of the society they (we) live in.

But not all critique is good critique! The first way that critique can fail is if it just isn't registered as critique by the reader. And this isn't always on the reader. If the author isn't clear enough on this, then they have failed to execute the intent of their work. And to this extent, I've heard enough people say that MDZS is maybe sexist as a first reaction (myself included) to think that yeah, maybe this wasn't well done. The flags are scarce. The subversions of tropes are subtle enough to be missed in it's entirety. Then again, MDZS often ends up as people's gateway piece into danmei, when it is probably better understood with more context - for me, coming back to MDZS after a big BL reading spree was exceptionally enlightening. As to whether it could have been better done in the bounds of the genre, without detracting from the banging story it was... I honestly don't know.

One way to go about it is, well... TGCF. Here everything is laid out to you to an almost bizarre degree. 'Look, isn't this a Hard Question' the narrative stops to tell you at multiple points, from Bai Wuxiang and Xie Lian's back and forths, to 'I don't know if what I did was right' speeches on a regular basis (maybe not regular but it was enough to notice). The troupes are still there but their twists are far more obvious. Xuan Ji is the 'deranged woman' who is (we are told multiple times) surprisingly normal and competent when she isn't around Pei Ming. Yushi Huang and Banyue are just obviously strong, competent, and in positions of power. Shi Qingxuan shines in all of her wonder, kindness, and unfortune. The flags are more glaring as well: Just Pei Ming's Existence, Ling Wen's whole backstory, Jian Lan's tragedy... And it probably worked? Since people seem to complain significantly less about any supposed sexism of TGCF.

Do I like it? I like elements of it. Ling Wen is honestly great.

But I love the subtlety with which MDZS weaves its themes and tbh I think some of the magic was lost there. (I love TGCF to bits for different reasons but yeah)

Does MXTX's writing of women merit discussion? Of course, everything merits discussion. Particularly MXTX's works which rely so heavily on genre tropes to craft themes. Is MXTX's work sexist? Idk, I would say no, but these things are Hard Questions.

But my feeling? My true feeling? At the very least, it is So. Much. Better. than a huge amount of work that tries to be feminist and pitifully fails.

My current pet peeve is the 'strong independent woman'. Depicting a sexist society then including a 'strong independent women' with no true appreciation of the realistic struggles she would face, as if the only barriers that we face within these societies is to stop being a loser... is worse in my books than not including any women at all. Or 'strong independent women' who turn out to be utterly pathetic and in constant need of saving. Or 'strong independent women' who have no other personality than being the 'strong independent woman'. The intent here is to come across as feminist and progressive without critically engaging in anything. It's paper thin.

Ultimately, the core theme of MDZS and TGCF isn't about women's experiences (whereas SVSSS is, I would argue, right into the nooks and crannies). Do these works explore such themes to the extent it explore privilege, conflict, and oppression? Not really. But you can't do everything - the role of an author is inherently about choosing what to prioritise. And given what it does do, I think it does some pretty neat things.

#mxtx meta #svsss #mdzs #tgcf

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astro-can · 6 months

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ranking anime pt 1

ranking a few of my favourite animes in terms of plot and characters

Bungo Stray Dogs (the manga) i'm actually a pretty new fan but its def the best mangas i've ever read. and notice how i say manga, not anime. the anime actually kind of sucks. the plot is very interesting and intriguing, and all the characters are very well-written. idk where asagiri got the idea of taking historical poets and authors and turning them into hot manga characters from, but i love it. its a very cool concept. you def need to read all the side stories to understand whats happening at times, but you can easily find the side stories on sus illegal websites or just buy them (or watch the anime adaptations). atsushi is a well-written main character and dazai's personality literally has my mind running in circles. this is a manga that makes you think a lot, but if you like literature, def give Bungo Stray Dogs a shot. you won't regret it!

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun (the manga) notice how i said manga again (the anime could do so much better). the art style for this book is AMAZING and the characters are SO WELLWRITTEN. like the title is a bit weird you I SWEAR YOU WONT REGRET IT IF YOU READ IT. its literally the best mixture of romance, comedy, horror, and mystery. its sort of a slowburn and i wish hanako's backstory will be revealed soon because im literally dying to know what ACTUALLy happened between him and tsukasa. and i want to know how nene and hanako's relationship grows!

Spy x Family this is the perfect comedy-action anime to watch with your family and friends. the concept is cool and its fun to see how anya, loid, and yor's relationship grows! I want to know what will happen at the end and if loid and yor actually stay together. its a very good anime and i highly recommend it.

Jujutsu Kaisen i'm a fairly new fan of jjk but i really love it! at first i had to read it a couple times because of all the fast explanations for cursed energy and stuff, but i think i've memorized it all now. yuji is a very interesting main character, and its nice to see his internal struggles with hosting the most evil cursed monster alive. his struggles of accepting his fate and his struggles of losing the people he loves is something that i like seeing (not in a sadistic way) because it accurately shows his character development. i love the strong female characters (shoko, maki, utahime, etc etc) and the subtle inclusion of the lgbtq community (kirara, mai, megumi, etc etc). the character developments in this series in CRAZYY like i actually love it so much. what i don't like is how some of the explanations are a little nonsensical and they pass over the important stuff too quickly. but overall, its a very good series and i recommend it!

Sk8 the Infinity i was so sad when season one of Sk8 ended, because it was really good. i hope they make season two soon. sk8 is so good because it shows reki's struggles, just like how gege shows itadori's struggles. the characters develop nicely, and the relationships between the characters are shown nicely. its a very fruity anime that i HOPE will end like yuri on ice (with reki and langa getting together BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE FOR IT TO BE CANON) its short but sweet and i highly recommend!

The Promised Neverland (the manga) i CANNOT express how much i DESPISE the anime. i HATE IT SO FCKING MUCH. anyways, the manga is pretty good. its another series that works your brain a lot, and it kinda makes me sad because there are literal eleven year olds being smarter than me 😭i personally really like isabella and yugo's characters, and i sort of dislike emma's desire to save the demons. like girliepop pulled the main character card and said "i wanna save everyone so no one has to suffer!" personally i would've gone with norman and ray's plan sooooooo....i also dislike how emma loses her memory at the end. i know it was really important, but i wish she could've gotten her memories back after reuniting with them again because in the canon manga, she CANT remember a SINGLE THING which means ALL THE THINGS SHE DID WITH HER FAMILY are just GONE. i actually screamed when i read that she never got her memory back. i also wish the author had maybe specified a bit more on isabella and ray's relationship as mother and son. anyways, a pretty decent story with good characters.

Demonslayer this is actually my favourite anime. I love it so much. ive read the manga over ten times and it has tanjiro, one of my all-time favourite anime characters. the reason its ranked so low is because of how simple the plot is and how it sort of repeats the action scenes. some of the characters could def be written better, but there was a lot of very good characters as well. tanjiro's character is written so well, and so is shinobu's. i wish we saw more of rengoku before he was killed off after like thirty minutes of screentime, and i wish the author hadn't killed off obanai and mitsuri at the end. that kind of made me mad. but they were reincarnated happily, so its ok! there are some nonsensical explanations and some random things here and there. people say its only because of the animation, and even though the animation is what makes it popular, i personally think that the story itself isn't that bad. its good, and i recommend.

Haikyuu haikyuu is like THE sport anime. its good and its actually taught me alot about volleyball. its also the reason i started playing volleyball. im the libero on my team 💪 its very exaggerated, but the characters are well written and the team's struggle as a whole is laid out well. i like the concept and the main character (hinata) is acc so funny like i love him so much. its the first anime i watched, and its def not the genre i would watch as a first choice, but for a sports anime, haikyuu is really wellmade. the reason its ranked low is because i'm not very interested in it anymore/not really my thing

My Hero Academia i was OBSESSED with this last year. like it was the literal reason i was living. but now that i go back to read it again, its sort of repetitive and deku has become WAYYYY too OP. it started off with a cool concept, but the author has been dragging it out for wayy too long. the fighting scenes are all the same and deku needs to put aside his "good side" and actually take actions that will be for the better, like KILLING OF SHIGARAKI INSTEAD OF WANTING TO 'SAVE HIM' LIKE WHAT?? i also hate how uraraka's whole personality has just become "i have a crush on deku" and i kinda hate how the author portrays uraraka's relationship with toga. i actually kind of despise this anime.

and yeah there you have it :)

#ranking anime #anime #my hero academia #mha slander #demonslayer #tbhk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #haikyuu #sk8 the infinity #the promised neverland #bungo stray dogs #dont cancel me

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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In the mood for a Fic...

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1. I’m in the mood for Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian, particularly any fic where Wei Wuxian’s parents live a bit longer so that he isn’t on his own until his teens? I’d really love a fic where his understanding of the sects and his own self-worth is informed by his parents. Bonus if his introduction to the sects happens at the Cloud Recesses lectures! Thanks!! @posteggpunk

Wújī by FairyTaleDreams (M, 43k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WCZ & CS Lives, Rouge cultivator WWX)

🧡Resplendence by FrozenMarVel (E, 159k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, CS Lives, Different first meeting, Fluff, Crossdressing, Love at first sight, Fix-it of sorts)

Dear Fellow Traveler by Netrixie (Not Rated, 13k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alive WWX parents, immortal BSSR and family being rogue cultivators together, meet cute, travel partners falling in love, Flirting, Yearning, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Sweet, good parental figures only, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together) absolutely adorable,tho this *is* wangxian centric

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2. Hello! For the next mood post, does anyone have any animal cafe/animal shelter recs?? Or any other fics with cute wangxian interactions with animals. Pls and ty!!

in the arms of the angel by ScarlettStorm (E,37k, WangXian, Modern AU with Magic, Fox WWX, animal rescuer LWJ, Minor pining, major shenanigans, Comedy, Smut, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Adhd WWX, Blowjobs, Frottage, switch rights, Scent Kink, mildly telepathic sex, courtship via kittens)

Bun Fu Fighting by Silvarbelle (G, 4k ,Modern AU, Racism, racist microaggressions, petting farm (in america), animal education, cultural education (attempt), Two Dads, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Mojo’s Post)

2:15 PM by cherishthespark (T, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Bunny Cafe AU, This counts as a coffee shop au right, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fluff, Pining, pre-dating)

风调雨顺 | a good time (to grow a family) by frostferox (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Domesticity, Pets)

Found: Extremely Friendly Fox by wanderingflame (T, 22k, ZhuiLing, WangXian, mild animal injury, Curses, Reunions, Fox WWX, Foxxian being a lovable terror, POV Alternating, Modern With Cultivation, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

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3. What is that one fic that lives rent-free in your mind?

🧡Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 370k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

🧡close your eyes, feel my heartbeat by ThatDesiGirl (T, 11k, WangXian, blind!WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rewriting Canon, not a fix-it but a what-if, Golden Core Transfer)

(I enjoyed both of these a lot ~ Mod C)

💖From the Future for the Past by friedchickenlord (G, 27k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, fluff & humor, happy ending, denial, pining, bullying ur younger self is in fact ok) I feel like I’m always reccing this but I just love it too much haha ~Mod L

Taking Responsibility by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 6k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Getting Together, Trope Subversion/Inversion, Pretend mpreg, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Fluff and Crack)

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pianist, Getting Together, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Hospitals, Overdosing, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note) the one fic that lives rent free in my mind, it's a modern AU that taken on depression and suicide themes but in such a thoughtful and cleansing way

The envy of the world by vulnerable_bead (E, 48k, wangxian, post-canon, night-hunt; WWX and LWJ as teachers to LSZ, LJY, and Lan junior OCs; poetic fairytale prose; a casefic of unfurling complexity with an intelligent, subtle, and powerful antagonist; mysterious uncharted musical magic; a climactic confrontation that deserves to be animated. And then there’s the famous Windowsill Papapa Scene.)

Different Paths to the Same Route by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 184k, 3Zun, Canon Divergence, What-if, Magical genetic testing, Family Feels)

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic, Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt, economics, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire, mojo's bookmark)

well-met by warlight by wukuiyuxin (Not Rated, 2k, WIP, WangXian, Canon typical death, Blood CW, old english style poetry, Poetry, Epic Poetry)

Sect Leader Wen Qionglin by maya_brainstormed (mayachain) (T, 2k, LSZ & WN, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack Treated Seriously, POV Multiple, BAMF WN, Protective Siblings, Cousins, No Sunshot Campaign, Capital Punishment, Rebuilding) wen ning lives rent free in my head along with this fic

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4. Hello, for the next In The Mood, could I get A) Some WWX spending his 13 years dead in Ghost City with Hua Cheng, then either moving into MXY as normal, or keeps being a ghost because he leveled up during that time? B) Since I didn't get lucky with this request last time - crossovers between characters from the novel/donghua/live action, with biggest thirst for poor live action people meeting the donghua YLLZ, but at this point i'd take anything :D

4B)

We always get what we deserve!(Doesn't matter even if you think you don't deserve it. Fate has mysterious ways!) by Ajareenlovesbtsandshinee (Not rated, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon Fix-It, CQL Wei Ying and MDZS Wei Ying Exchange places, CQL Lan Zhan and Wei Ying also deserve to be together, Happy Ending)

The Young, the Horny, the Jaded and the Jade: Partners in Time by Admiranda (M, 35k, WangXian, WIP, Established couple, Crossover, road trip with your older selves, teasing your younger selves about their obvious crushes, yin iron does yin iron things, mdzs/cql crossover, adult wangxian, Teenage Wangxian)

Key Differences by pupeez4eva (T, 5k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Humor, Dimension Travel, Crossover, Drama!WWX meets Novel!WWX, Public Confessions, WWX plays matchmaker for himself)

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5. Hello! Do you happen to have any fics that have a’yuan as wangxian’s biological kid??

Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, war changes people resulting to OOC, no Pining, Established Relationship, wangxian are married and have a son, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, mainly CQL verse but has scenes from the novel as well, LSZ is WangXian's Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canonical Character Death -WWX, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

Time Charm Series by Jenrose (E, 141k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Post-Canon, BAMF WWX & LWJ, Everyone Lives/Nobody dies, Pregnancy, Queer platonic poly WangXianQing, Slice of Life)

in flagrante delicto by synonemous (E, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, Serial killer WangXian, A/B/O, Mpreg, Smut, Wangxian's Canon Kinks, Modern Yi City arc, Angst with a happy ending)

an ongoing Twitter threadfic that’s updating daily (or close to it), trans LWJ, WWX got kicked out as a teen & disappeared before LWJ found out he was pregnant, now WWX is a pop star

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6. for the next in the mood for… could i get the best of canon divergence? or just your favorites? thank you for all your hard work at this blog! 💖💖💖

If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, YL WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

Everyanything by deliciousblizzardshark, lingeringdust (E, 46k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Franken-canon, Gender Identity, Gender Dysphoria, Trans WWX, Protective LWJ, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Canon-Typical Misogyny, Fluff and Angst, Vaginal Sex, Canon-Typical Major Character Death, QS brings back WWX)

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, Time travel, Hurt/comfort, Canon typical violence, Getting together, Everybody loves/Nobody dies)

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Hurt/comfort, Canon Divergence, Angst with a happy ending)

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal, Polski Translation Pod każdym innym imieniem by tehanu, [PODFIC] By Any Other Name by sakizar)

❤️The One-Body Problem by metisket (T, 29k, LJY & WWX, LJY & LSZ, wangxian, possession, cohabitation, Mojo’s bookmark)

everyone has a braincell of their very own series by MarbleGlove (T, 22k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

happy not knowing by plonk (Not rated, 16k, WangXian, Canon Era, Canon Divergence, Established Relationship)

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice)

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7. Ello~ I am back with another request for "in the mood for" (love the amazing work all the mods do with this blog will never be able to say that enough) and this time it's... Meet cute coffee shop au's please! @yukihyo-no-yosei

Who Cares? by fangbook (G, 854, WangXian, MianQing, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, barista!wwx, musicteacher!lwj, Oblivious WWX, Oblivious LWJ, Mutual Pining)

Cake it Easy by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Bakery, Love at First Sight, Fluff) this is a bakery meet cute, but it has the cafe vibes so I think it'll work!

Coffee Beans & Whipped Cream by w_wxsparkles (G, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Waiter WWX, Artist LWJ, Strangers to Lovers, No Angst, Fluff, Flirting, Falling In Love, First Dates, Indulgent Fic, LWJ Has Feelings, LWJ is Whipped, WWX is Whipped)

Coming right up by Onomatopoetikon (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, College/University, POV LWJ, Barista WWX, WWX is a Tease, Internally Screaming LWJ, Flirting, Meet-Cute)

Americano by impatiensatin (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Shameless WWX, Rich Boy JC, Wingman NJS, Cinnamon Roll WN,Internally Screaming LWJ, BussinessMan!LWJ, CafeOwner!YZY, Baby OZ, Barista! WWX, Barista! NHS, Barista! WN, barista!au, Rich Young Master LWJ, Playing with a Bet, Lanling is a Project, Library Pavillion is an commercial Office)

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8. Hello!!! For the iitmf could you rec some completed fics of A) Polyamorous NingWangXian and B) fics where Wei WuXian grows up/joins the Nie Sect? Thanks for all your hard work!

8A)

i didn't think it could be true (let alone that it would be you) by ryneisaterriblefan (T, 11k, NingWangXian, Mutual Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Texting, Drunk LWJ, drunk WN, Pining, Cafes)

let me feel these highs and lows by thrallax (M, 6k, NingWangXian, Threesome, gets a little bit suggestive there in the middle but nothing explicit, technically, Hanahaki Disease, Pining, Fluff, spoilers through ch. 108 of mdzs!, Hair Washing)

throughline by lunatea (M, 81k, NingWangXian, Crime Scene Investigation, Modern AU, Polyamory, Pining, Developing Relationship, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hurt/Comfort, Case Fic, Murder Mystery, Detectives, Canon-Typical Violence, Corruption)

Gee, Wen Ning! How Come Your Sister Lets You Have TWO Boyfriends? by thesweetpianowritingdownmylife (E, 129k, NingWangXian, Canon Divergence, Not A Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Timelapse days, Post-Resurrection days, Injury Recovery, Grief/Mourning, Drunkenness, Dubcon Kissing, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Threesome, Trans Male Character, Anal Sex, Strap-Ons, Oral Sex)

Syzygy by Mortissimo (E, 50k, NingWangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Getting Together, Grief/Mourning, Canon-Typical Disrespect for Linear Time, Canon-Atypical Lubricant Use)

In This Life by INSPIRETOWRITE (G, 5k, NingWangXian,Fluff and Angst, Cinnamon roll WN, Falling In Love, Cute, Sad Ending, Anxiety, Oblivious, Mutual Pining,5+1 Things, Consent, Developing Relationship, Polyamory)

Three Men and a Radish by nirejseki (G, 3k, NingWangXian, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, Mutual Pining but not for long)

what part of party don't you understand by wildwestwind (T, 1k, NingWangXian, Modern AU, Christmas Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cultural Differences, Trans Female WWX, Kid Fic)

8B)

The Light That Fails to Dim by glowingreverie (T, 310k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Gore)

A Good Placement by madwriter223 (T, 12k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, What if YZY had been the one to find WWX AU, Emotional Manipulation, Lies, Street Child WWX, Fluff and Angst, OOC but YZY is doing that on purpose, Found Family, itty bitty Wangxian, Bittersweet Ending, Mojo's post)

❤️shades of grey by cl410 (M, 58k, nielan, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Protective NMJ, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family, Mojo's post)

History, Fate & the thread of a goose by Blooddust (Lockel) (T, 77k, wangxian, WIP, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Alternating, Fix-It of Sorts, Family Bonding, Brotherly Bonding)

Light on the Door by nirejseki (no rating, 15k, WIP, NMJ & WWX, Canon Divergence, Niè Sect WWX, Nie sect backstory, Found Family, Asexual Character, Pansexual Character, Qinghe Nie worldbuilding)

Another chance by lightsfillthesky (G, 41k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Pre-Relationship, Light Angst)

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 46k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective NMJ & NHS, Soft NMJ, Pining LWJ)

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9. Hi! I’m in the mood for some fics that address Wei Wuxian’s social status as the son of a servant, particularly any that might include LWJs POV on how people treat WWX because of this

Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing slightly darker Gusu Lan, as in they are dragons and dragons get rather fiercely protective of things they consider precious, Dragon Lans, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting) this one's lxc, but there are parts in there which address wwx's place in the Jiang sect that I really enjoyed.

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10. A) a fic where jin ling 'accidentally' kills wei wuxian when he stabbed him at jinlintai

B) or a fic where one of the juniors or all of the juniors got cursed that makes them see illusions and they saw wwx death or they see themselves(juniors) killing wei wuxian

C) a fic where lan sizhui being too 'lan', like being stuffy and more on rules. wwx gets sad

-no modern pls, originally gave this ideas as a prompt in my acc bc i don't know how to find

D) a fic where someone talks bad about wwx as in down bad in a conference or something and nie huaisang/lan wangji/jiang cheng/the juniors and shit goes down?

-bonus if the others save wwx too like lan xichen/lan qiren/wen ning/ jin zixuan (if he not dead) @ner-u

10D)

拨云见日 by RoseThorne (G, 1k, WangXian,. Post-Canon, Justice, Anger, Sect Leader Yáo Bashing, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, Restitution, Self-Indulgent, POV Third Person, POV WWX)

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11. HI! Thanks for your constant hard work :D I'm really in the mood for a fic where wwx or lwj gets cursed to read minds. I'd specifically really like for wwx to get the ability so he can finally know what lz is thinking about him; something like 'yeah I know how you like it' by phnelt. Please canon only setting. Thank you in advance! I'll take all the mind reading fics you can recommend!

hope dangling by a string by KouriArashi (M, 70k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Psychic Bond, Telepathy, Communication, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, jiang family feels, Lan Family Feels)(They don't get cursed in this but they do end up accidentally permanently linking minds and getting together because of it ~ Mod C)

definitely check out the cherry magic au tag (an au in which if you're a virgin at 30 yo you start hearing the thoughts of everyone that touches you) (quick search for cherry magic in the wangxian tag ~ Mod C)

Too Beautiful For Words, Will My Thoughts Suffice? by Watermelonsmellinfellon (T, 8k, WangXian, CQL/Donghua/Novel Mix, Canon Divergence, Mild Language, Fluff, Crushes, Gay Disaster WWX, Flirting, Telepathy, LWJ POV, Implied Sexual Content, Falling In Love, Drama, Golden Core Reveal)

Say so by yrwz (G, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mind reading, Happy Ending)

i'm the one for your fire by occultings (microcomets) (E, 42k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mind Reading, Enemies to Lovers it's only enemies to lovers in wei ying's one braincell, Misunderstandings, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Whump, brief illness/injury, Pining, light bdsm in the first chap, Cherry Magic AU)

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12. In the mood for A) some Cloud Recesses fics where Wangxian get together early! Also interested in B) fics where members of the Lan sect, particularly LQR or LXC are fond of/supportive of WWX

12A)

O, What Learning Is! by Comfect (M, 60k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Fall of Lotus Pier, No Golden Core Transfer, Fix-It, Butterfly Effect, Fluff, Cultivation Theory, Cultivation Sect Politics, Unreliable Narrator WWX, Good Student WWX, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR)

joined delight by RoseThorne (M, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, fast burn, MXTX Reverse Trope Fest, Making Out, Marking, Frottage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Marathon Sex, Implied Sexual Content, Love at First Sight, Swords, Horniness, POV Third Person, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc)

Dual Cultivating with You by narikanyan (E, 37k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, Sneaking Around, Horny Teenagers, Secret Relationship, Dual Cultivation, Smut, Anal Sex, Angst, Canonical Character Death, i’m sorry Jiangs, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, JYL lives because I said so, Mpreg, Secret Marriage, Secret Baby A-Yuan!, fake death, Reuniting, Happy Ending)

Just Say Yes series by edenwolfie (M, 338k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Matchmaking, Pining, Getting Together, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Good Uncle LQR, POV Outsider, Engagement, Developing Relationship, Family Feels, Fix-It, Drunken Shenanigans, Hurt/Comfort, First Time, Possessive Behavior, Panic Attacks, Everybody Lives, Established Relationship, Weddings, Kid Fic, Wedding Night)

12B)

🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 40k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

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13. hii <3 do you guys have any good yuan and wei wuxian fics?

kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Angst, Fluff) if you want big a-yuan as well as little a-yuan

say it’s here where our pieces fall in place by Lirelyn (E, 68k, wangxian, modern, family feels, angst w/ happy ending, adoption, foster care, hurt/comfort)

a baby rabbit is called a kitten and other fun facts by aurora_chiroptera (G, 11k, WangXian, WWX & LSZ, Modern AU, Social media/YouTube AU, Mutual Pining, NB NHS, JZX is a trans lesbian and uses she/her pronouns, Child LSZ, Long-Distance Relationship, (kinda?), Fluff, Soft WangXian, Good Parent WWX, Single Parent WWX, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, set in the US)

归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by dragongirlG (M, 7k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Aged WWX, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Diaspora Feels (displacement), Dramatic Irony, Secret Identity, Pining, Brief Reference To Suicidal Thoughts, Hopeful Ending, [Podfic] 归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by Koontyme)

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14. Hello!!! I’m in the mood for LWJ POV fics where LWJ learns about/thinks about/processes WWX’s life from before he was taken in by the Jiang sect

One More Tune from the Devil by Sunny73 (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst, Character Study, Supernatural Elements, Time Trave, lAU in canon setting, Mutual Pining, Post-Canon, Introspection, Kissing and then not talking about it, Best Friends, art!, Homeless tiny WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Trauma)

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15. Hello, lovely people! I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of any Wangji whump fics? I'm in the mood for anything where Lan Wangji is sick or injured, and, optionally, is taken care of by Wei Wuxian or Lan Xichen. TIA xx

The Vermillion Ribbon by Unforth (E, 233k, wangxian, Wen WWX, politics, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt WWX, hurt LWJ, whump, serious injury, off-screen torture, hurt/comfort, angst, marriage of convenience, abusive father figures, panic attacks, trauma, ptsd, dissociation, pining, suicidal thoughts, miscommunication, touch starved LWJ, light dom/sub, feels, family feels, brotherly feels, LQR is a dick, abusive lan sect, emotional hurt/comfort, healing, recovery, Happy Ending, Mojo's post)

The Jade Curse by Tabi_essentially (M, 51k, WIP, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Angst, Curse Breaking, Cursed LWJ, Time Travel, Post-Canon, not an au, Other Lives, Soulmates, POV Alternating, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Paperman!LWJ!)

moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen (T, 45k, WangXian, Case Fic, Curses, Curse Breaking, Transformation, mild body horror, Hurt LWJ, Artistic license of cultivation, Artistic liberties taken with ghosts, Ghosts) for wwx&lqr centric while the twin jades are cursed

shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi ( E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Night hunts, Curses, Intimacy, Light Angst with a Happy Ending)

A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (E, 21k, WangXian, Semi-Public Sex, Public Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Sex in the cold springs, Mutual Pining, Grief/Mourning, Injury Recovery, Ethical Dilemmas, Risk Aware Consensual Patience, Edgeplay sort of, Happy Ending)

Light by redkosmos (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Blind LWJ, Friends to Lovers, Make that BEST friends to lovers, Hospitalization, Car Accidents, Healing, LWJ POV, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, LWJ loses his vision)

Found Feral by AceBij (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Omega LWJ, Alpha WWX, Feral LWJ, Selectively Mute LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Sex, Knotting, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff)

with such a suffering, such a deadly life by cqlorphan (T, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Curses, Curse Breaking, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Affection, Touch-Starved LWJ, Love Confessions, LWJ Whump, Cuddling & Snuggling)

The Last Concubine by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 13k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Emperor WWX, Concubine LWJ, LWJ Whump, Forced Marriage, Starvation, Non-physical spousal abuse, Fluff and Angst, Doing the Wrong Thing for the Right Reasons, Happy Ending, WWX Takes Care of LWJ)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

Thank you for all of the suggestions~

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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agnezluf · 1 year

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Can you review Stay with CEO ><

It's my fav manhwa and male lead is definitely a yandere. I think it overlooked by many bc of it's artstyle and comedy.

Stay with the CEO

Plot : 6/10

The yandere : 7/10

Artwork : 6.5/10

Author : mo bei ming

Artist : Young Dream

Spent 2 days binge-reading this one, as I have never heard of it. Curiosity kills the cat. I have completed a total of 173 chapters 😂 my eyes… Anyway, thanks for the recommendation so here is the review!

As the recommender said, this title may be overlooked a lot due to the artwork and humor. However it was never the art that annoyed me the most. In fact, the art was not so bad. For me, plot or story coherence goes before art. I have enjoyed comic with poorer arts in the past, due to its extremely engaging story. Unfortunately, this manhua’s writing style is just not my favourite.

If you like subtlety, then many aspects in this manhua will distract you. It has subtle moments, but it is too far in between. It is good when in storytelling, we are shown instead of told. But as reader, we are told about everything in this manhua. It also does not help that the translation quality was only slightly better than MTL. So many dialogue coherence lost in translation, I believe.

The concept for this manhua is standalone arcs (focusing on side characters) interwoven to the main plot. What challenging with this style is establishing enough in-depth portrayals of story and characterisation to keep reader’s engagement. When this is not properly done, the author is left with the risk of readers losing interest waiting for the side arcs to arrive at completion. For me, the side arcs were not engaging at all, borderline annoying, and it takes forever to get my main pairings to interact or get their arc developed.

The face-slapping scenes that should have been made satisfying felt flat, as I did not care enough about the side characters. Their motivation and predicament somehow felt forced.

What shines in this story, perhaps the yandere. I kinda like him as a character and yandere man. He was what we would describe as Tsundere-Yandere combo. He hide his feelings most of the time and was harsh towards the FL (in the beginning). It was so slow at first, but the pace picked up at Chapter 50+ the male lead started to show his yandere side.

He rented a place next to her, stalked and hurt people who were mean at her behind her back. The regular obsessive yandere goodies. If you are able to buldoze through the long anguish side arc, face slapping, illogical decision, then you may find these yandere goodies sprinkled all around. The later chapters are my favourite as they are sweet and quite nice in wrapping up everything. But even then, I probably wouldn’t reread this manhua again.

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the-scottish-costume-guy · 9 months

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I would love to read your essays on the Barbie movie

Okay so to do a proper essay I'd need to watch the movie again a few times and it'd take me weeks if not months - in all likelihood I will not be able to convince anyone to publish it. That said my partner really wants me to write something so maybe I'll make the time. Until then: an extended kinda analytical review: WARNING: spoilers ahead:

Whenever looking at a movie like this its important to establish the genre and genre conventions before doing any analysis. The Barbie movie is a comedy, its satirical, and it’s a feelgood movie made by a corporation. Some of my gripes with this movie are personal taste, some are flaws inherent in these genres or production means, please take everything I say as personal opinion. (I say this because I have noticed people taking my opinions as law because of what I study before and please don’t’ they are just opinions.)

The Barbie movie could be analysed with a queer lens, and a feminist one. Queer theory is more my area, but the parts I’m going to be talking about often overlap with feminist theory. I’m not going to talk so much about the opening, but I will talk a bit about character. Following Stereotypical Barbie is a good choice for the film as it lets us analyse some parts of toxic femininity. This is more subtle than the films analysis of toxic masculinity, but it is present. The non-normative Barbie is ‘Weird Barbie’ according to the others, and nobody wants to talk to her. Our Barbie is ‘malfunctioning’ because she has thoughts that are wrong, her day isn’t perfect, her body isn’t perfect, and she doesn’t want to open her mind and do the work to change – she wants to stay the same. Non-conformance is undesirable. ‘Weird Barbie’ is unwanted and alone while the others have girls night every night and are beloved by Ken. The film doesn’t analyse this too far beyond a brief statement at the end that things shouldn’t go back to the way they are, and an apology to ‘weird Barbie’. I do think its interesting that the scene where Barbie is ‘malfunctioning’ is one of the only times her outfit isn’t pink. Instead she’s in blue. Blue is a colour that to my memory wasn’t used much in the film – and it did well serving to make our Barbie stand out in that scene. So obviously Stereotypical Barbie goes on her journey and discovers things about herself and others – learns the world isn’t perfect. I don’t know how I feel about the conclusion of her becoming human at the end. I understand the thought process here – Stereotypical Barbie can’t exist as she is, her perfection is unattainable. She needs to become human because Barbie does need to reflect humans more, its why there have been so many variations over the years. That said it felt cheesy, the montage about understanding what being human means felt hollow and empty – I remember a lot of women and girls laughing and playing, I do not remember grief, failure in amongst the success. If the warning is “understand what it means to be human” I would have expected the good and the bad together. I know there are differing opinions on the concluding scene, but I personally think it was a misstep. Having Barbie becomes real = Barbie gets a vagina, felt like it went counter to the previous message of “Human isn’t something I have to ask for, its just something I realise I am one day.” Barbie already became real because of her thoughts and feelings, making her have a vagina at the end felt weirdly essentialist.

Now, onto the Kens.

The Kens are a great example of what one author (Jack Halberstam if you want to find them) I’ve been reading calls ‘Kinging’. They draw the term from Drag Kings, as a parody of masculinity – a bit earnest at times, but often exaggerating and playing off masculinity for comedic effect. The examples they give in their book include Austin Powers – but honestly this movie feels like the best example. The Kens are childlike, they’re a bit stupid and at least at times well meaning. Our Ken learns about the patriarchy but doesn’t understand what it means and brings it back to Barbie Land anyway. The inversion of reality to Barbieland is an interesting one – the Ken are too reactive and too stupid for politics – something the film barely comments on or analyses beyond a tongue in cheek joke about the kens one day having as much power as women do in the real world. I don’t think this is a bad thing, inversion for the sake of a statement is fine – and if men watching don’t understand that ‘of course men aren’t actually like ken’ is the point that’s on them. Also ‘I’m just Ken’ has been in my head for a solid day now. There could be a discussion about how “Sugar Daddy Ken” and “Magic Earring Ken” were not subscribing to the instated patriarchy Our Ken brings back from the real world. I’m not sure if this was a good choice or not, very ‘Ladies and gays’ moment. That said the ‘Weird’ Barbies and Kens do have to break the normal Barbies out of their brainwashing so I suppose its more of a commentary on counter cultures recognising the flaws of society? Now onto where I really think the movie fell flat. The CEO and board of Mattel. For the Kens, being stupid, bumbling and a bit over the top made sense – they’re dolls. For the board of Mattel it came off much more as ‘if we make this funny its less threatening’ when actually no it should be threatening? In reality the board has one less woman then men, though the company is still predominantly male. This whole running gag just sat badly with me. It really felt like “no no no the corporation is harmless, honest.” At the end of the day nothing changes in the real world – and again I get that’s part of the point, the real world takes more work than one imagination and one movie. But our lead, real women don’t even seem to be that empowered by their experiences? Its implied that one remains at her day job and the other, although having a better relationship with her mother, doesn’t see the real world any differently. Theres a little bit of an element of ‘whats the point’ that feels counter to the films message. I’m probably being just cynical here – again change is slow, change takes communal effort. Finally, although touched on the film could have done much more to look at its own consumerist message. Its kind of a throw away line – and that Barbie is unattainably perfect is ‘solved’ by one request for an ordinary Barbie which Mattel agrees to because ‘it will sell’. The film barely grapples with this which is a shame because given how much of the rest of the film had really interesting dialogue on society, gender and personal identity, I think they could have done some interesting things with consumerism and capitalism. Anyway this is just from one watch through and a bit of time to think, I’d need a lot more time to solidify some of these ideas and work out a full analysis (ideally with more costume elements involved).

#barbie #barbie movie #spoilers

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ladyluscinia · 2 years

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I know there's not much point to trying to address the "Izzy Hands is Kylo Ren" takes - they're not going anywhere, the loudest proponents already have me blocked, disagreeing probably mostly serves to get me blocked more, etc. - but they bother me a lot and I've got time and motivation right now...

So. Kicking a hornet nest. Halfheartedly. My argument is meandering and ends when I get bored of writing it. Under a cut because I'm not bothering to structure or trim this down.

I find this interpretation of the fandom response immensely frustrating for a few reasons. For one, I think it's rooted pretty heavily in an anti mindset that basically suggests giving positive attention to a "bad" character or ship as a fan is effectively stealing the attention you owe to a morally better one, and then casts suspicion on your motives. Asking "Why would you like Izzy so much when the pure and good Stede / Edward / Revenge crew are right there?" Accusing people of vilifying other characters if they suggest Izzy might have been wronged in any of the numerous interpersonal conflicts. Assuming the only explanation for sympathizing with him is bigotry (unconscious or otherwise) driving opinions... Which is an insane thing to just drop into discussion like it's obvious and unquestionable before we start introducing relevant concepts like "protagonist centered morality". I also, understandably, object to the take that since I don't write extensive disclaimers on how this character is pure bigoted evil, then the most generous interpretation (aka the only way I'm not a bad person myself) is that I'm just really stupid and do not understand the story. Or got distracted by a Victorian ankle collar flash and my ability to understand "this is a bad person" fell right out with my brain.

Like, fuck, people are not subtle with implying anyone who likes Izzy without a "oh but I also hate him and think he's pure villain" tacked on is either a moron or actively malicious, and problematic to the point of demanding public repentance either way. He's a fictional henchman in a pirate comedy.

And that henchman status leads into the main reason this take bothers me... I think it's just plain incorrect.

Ever since the very first time I saw someone arguing this - and responded to it in dissent as the author had invited people to do, though they did not appreciate someone actually taking them up on said invitation - my immediate complaint was that it hinges on taking the absolute worst faith read of every action Izzy takes from start to finish. Like, you can interpret all these things to mean what you say they mean, but it's hardly the only way and often not even the encouraged way. Example: the writers have openly stated they aren't trying to focus on homophobia and didn't intend the anchor hoist to be an example of Izzy being racially biased. It's one thing to declare the author is dead and keep reading those as inadvertently present in the text and relevant potential explanations regardless of intent. It's a whole different thing to decide that it is objectively wrong for fans to dismiss things like the anchor hoist as a coincidence (which it literally was) because you've decided the character is blatantly racist and that interpretations of his actions with less bigoted motivations are inherently unacceptable excusing of racism. For people that praise the writing so much, there is a lot of hostility to the idea that good writing on an antagonist might entail them being complex and maybe even - gasp! - not as evil as they could be. (Which Izzy very much isn't, btw.)

And on the specific comparison at hand, suggesting Izzy is effectively just Kylo Ren or Walter White or any number of white asshole characters that get idealized by fans ignoring that they are meant to be terrible... there's a pretty big elephant getting ignored. Namely, Izzy Hands is not a character with power. He's a henchman, with a much bigger, badder, scarier boss in Edward (who is on screen even more than he is). He isn't respected or feared by the Revenge crew. He doesn't have an institution of blatant symbolic and literal power backing him up like the Badmintons, despite this being a thing they very much could have done. Some of those extras in Navy uniform could have easily been, say, remaining Queen Anne crew, arriving at Izzy's heel to reinforce toxic pirate culture on Edward (who in this version is presumably traumatized by piracy and desperately trying to escape to a peaceful life). Instead Izzy is alone, and unthreatening, and written with both a noticable aversion to impulsive conflict violence and a fawn response. If these great writers were trying to do a Walter White style external harm and eventual self destruction arc to make a point about toxic masculinity, then this setup looks like they kinda really suck at it.

You can't write a character hitting the dramatic fall part of that narrative if they quite literally never get a leg up in the first place, and the fall is kind of integral to that group of toxic assholes. It provides the moral lesson / message that Izzy enjoyers keep being accused of being blind to. Unless, of course, you are suggesting that he's the "bad writers glorifying a power fantasy" version (more like Kylo Ren than Walter White), though I thought these weren't bad writers and it's a very strange concept of a power fantasy to be the butt of every joke.

You can't make any effective point about a toxic white guy with power without writing a toxic white guy with power. Like, idk, the Badminton brother who falls on his own sword because he's too haughty to take the person he bullied seriously??? Sure, nobody would have the point of Breaking Bad fly right over their head if Walter White had been a loser getting mocked relentlessly on screen and failing left and right, but something tells me "cancer patient who is a bit of dick goes bankrupt and dies, and nobody cares" wouldn't have made the points about toxic masculinity and hubris in the first place. If you want a real lack of media literacy, transplanting an arc and associated symbolism onto a character that doesn't fit the associated archetype and not addressing how it still works and sends the same message beyond assuring that it does is a good example.

I mean, seriously, these arguments are made by the same people who also relentlessly tear into the idea that Izzy is even slightly competent as a pirate. So they can't even pretend that his arc in the show is his fall of hubris (a dumb decision to start him in the show just after the climax turning point, but at least possible), because they are determined to remind you that he never had anything he thinks he's losing in the first place. How is that supposed to work??? Loser remains loser, gets embarrassed a bunch, says mean things that mostly get shrugged off, and look how dangerous and destructive toxic masculinity and arrogance is, kids!

That. Is. Not. His. Archetype.

For the thing that will really piss antis off, Izzy's whole comedic butt-monkey routine does give him a few archetypes he can lean into, and most of them are based around symbolic or literal victimhood. Like how he is kind of the designated toxic masculinity guy, and his life completely sucks for reasons often outside his control. Which does convey messages about how toxic masculinity isn't good for anyone, but in a way where the logical conclusion is that Izzy is also suffering under it and the logical arc (especially in a redemptive series) is to have the audience feel bad for him and root for him to get his own happiness by escaping it (you know... like what people think they are doing in a very flat way with Edward). There's also a semi-karmic element when his own actions backfire, but the endless humiliation conga makes that pretty sympathetic too (he's not successfully evil but still suffering plenty for it), and that puts him in the group of unthreatening antagonists who stumble right into the good side because being evil kinda sucks for them and they aren't as good at it as the other real villains. Think Zuko, or Spike.

Butt-monkey characters do tend to be more sympathetic than not. That's a comedy staple.

But sure, keep pretending he's more like Walter White or Tyler Durden than a character from The Office, and writing extensive posts on how liking the pure evil character you've made up in your head is proof of moral failing and / or idiocy. That's really a great use of time and fandom energy 🙄

Izzy will continue to be Just Some Guy

#our flag means death #did some drunk izzyposting now for some sleep deprived izzyposting #though I guess i can save this as a draft and at minimum do some polishing and add a few ref links before posting #i just. i hate that whole comparison so much. and the fact it is always accompanied by 'learn how to interpret media' shit #when it's such a forced interpretation that ignores a lot of izzy's role in the narrative and comparable arcs / archetype #izzy hands ofmd #fandom culture #< failure to interpret media #ladyluscinia

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taylortruther · 5 months

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2023 reading list update

three women by lisa taddeo

before she knew him by peter swanson

ghost lover by lisa taddeo

last girl ghosted by lisa unger

radical candor by kim scott (for work)

nobody is talking about this by patricia lockwood

severance by ling ma

animal by lisa taddeo

sorrow and bliss by meg mason

daddy by emma cline

romantic comedy by curtis sittenfeld

the golden compass by philip pullman

the subtle knife by philip pullman

the amber spyglass by philip pullman

little fires everywhere by celeste ng

american kingpin by nick bilton

the dispossessed by ursula k. le guin

the deeper the water the uglier the fish by katya apekina

the school for good mothers by jessamine chan

the kind worth saving by peter swanson

your driver is waiting by priya guns

the whispers by ashley audrain

indecent by corinne sullivan

i've officially hit my reading goal - i read 23 books in 2023! unfortunately, while i loved the self-loathing narrator's sharp and strangely relatable observations of the world, it felt wasted on a story that was basically about how her self-loathing caused her to fuck a teenager. the reviews that called it a story about class and gender were taking A LOT of liberties. it would have been more interesting if the author hadn't been so self-victimizing. also, strange that this narrator is both sluggishly self-loathing but has bella swan disease where every man can't help but desire her. just a very weird character that felt beyond uncomfortable and moreso just tiresome given that she's sleeping with a student. i normally am okay feeling challenged or uncomfortable about a character, and i'm okay with unsatisfying endings, but idk. this one felt like a rip-off of better work AND barely touched on how gender and class came into play, i feel.

#2023 reading list

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Heyo! Hope you’re having a good weekend!

I saw this today and wonder if you have a take on it?

https://www.laineygossip.com/rami-malek-to-star-as-buster-keaton-new-drama-series-seems-like-job-for-johnny-knoxville/73389

i've seen so many takes flash through the buster keaton fandom in the past 48 hours, lol. as for this article, i mostly agree with the author's objections to rami malek. he doesn't especially look like buster, but eh, he's got similarly ginormous buggy eyes, which imo is more important than <checks writing on facebook> nose, jawline, or height. also he's a good actor and good with accents, so at face value he's no worse than donald o'connor in 1957's "the buster keaton story."

the thing that took my fucking breath away, though, was this sentence: "Over the last twenty years, no one has done more in cinema to keep the spirit of Buster Keaton alive than Knoxville and the Jackass crew." i am SORRY??? this author thinks fucking jackass is the true spirit of buster keaton???

rant incoming.

i don't particularly like comedy as a genre. it relies too much on idiotic situations, juvenile humor, or humiliation. i've never watched an episode of "jackass," but from what i've heard, it leans hard on the last two. i cannot stress this enough: buster's sense of humor bears almost NOTHING in common with johnny knoxville's, aside from stuntwork.

i hate humiliation-based comedy beyond words. i hate it. i got bullied severely as a kid, and candid camera-type shit where some quote-unquote "comedian" comes along and torments another person for laughs reads to me as pure bullying. when buster cameoed on "candid camera" in 1962, the joke was always on him. he would go into a restaurant and suffer mishap after mishap, to the point that the other patrons would try to help him. the best modern comparison is that tiktok of the guy faking phone confessions so he can capture the eavesdropper's reactions. it's the kindest form of bystander humor i can think of, and a far cry from "jackass."

i have a low tolerance for that kind of comedy too, tbh. it's better than making someone else the butt of the joke, but it's so hard to get the balance right, and more often than not it makes me want to curl up and die of secondhand embarrassment. but i never get that feeling in buster's films. sure, he goes through embarrassing situations, but it never hurts. there's a gentleness and deft touch that keeps it from being sadomasochistic. and i think this is something people don't really understand about his style of comedy: yes, it was physical, and yes, it was slapstick, but it was also surprisingly cerebral. he wasn't just a manchild yelling and throwing pies around; it could be very subtle stuff. and, god, he would have fucking died before he did something like nailing his balls to his thigh or snorting wasabi till he puked. just trying to imagine him doing that is—it's like trying to open a lock with an orange peel. it's not only laughable, it's absurd to try. buster's humor wasn't based in shock value. it was based in logic, wry commentary on humanity, and yes, eye-popping stunts that he walked away from—unharmed.

it's straight up comparing an arabian to a donkey. i mean sure, they're both horse-shaped, right?

back to the article, the author's correct that stuntwork is vital to any buster keaton biopic, and i do have reservations about rami's casting on that front. buster learned how to tumble at the age of three, and he practiced it continuously for the next 67 years. unless rami has a background in dance, gymnastics, or stuntwork... i'm not sure he'll be able to train up the kind of muscle memory he'll need before filming.

but i'm also willing to extend the benefit of the doubt. i heard a rumor that he's also a producer on the series; to me, that indicates he's invested. he wants it to be good.

brace for the worst, hope for the best. that's what i'm doing.

#askbox #ghoulkitten #buster keaton #the biopic #fucking jackass‚ jesus christ #snapped my pearls from how hard i clutched them

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the muggle | part 2.

Summary: Y/N L/N just moved to London from America. Everything was new and weird. London had weird food, weird slang, weird ways of driving. But the weirdest were the people. Especially, the ones in strange robes who always had sticks with them.

Warnings: some smut and a bit of violence

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader, Bill Weasley x muggle!reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You loved university. Well, not really but you loved some of your professors. You loved your friends and you loved the different life that London was bringing. The only things that sucked were the time difference between your friends and family back home and the food. British food was interesting. Some of it was fantastic but then someone offered you beans on toast and you had to question your entire existence.

You were studying in the library instead of going to the Halloween party. You went to the one on Friday so you felt no need to go to another one on Saturday. You learned from your freshman year that partying all weekend was not the way to go. Especially if you were a double major— getting ahead gave you a peace of mind when exams and the end of semesters came. You were doing literature and creative writing, two sides of the same coin but necessary. You already had a job secured back home with your high school’s headmaster saying you could come back to teach when you graduated— perks of attending a close-knit private school. The thing was, creative writing wasn’t enough.

So, you were doing literature as well and then you’d be ready for a classroom of obnoxious high schoolers saying how much they related to Holden Caulfield or how much Mr. Darcy is what men should strive to be like in the present day. You didn’t really want to teach but it was a good backup because there was no guarantee that you were becoming a best-selling author and you still wanted to be able to eat and live in a house.

Even though you were in the library finishing up your essay on the subtle similarities between Shakespeare’s tragedies and comedies so you could begin your poem portfolio, you were in a costume. You did meet your friends earlier because the English department was showing Halloween-esque movies that were based off of books. Everyone had dressed up for that— you went as Dionne. You were going to be Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz to go with the whole movies adapted from books theme, but then your friend had never seen Clueless because it was only popular in America since it literally just came out. You immediately went to the nearest DVD store and bought it. She loved it so she went as Cher and you were Dionne.

You closed your powerbook— it was a present from your grandfather for getting into a prestigious college last year. The laptop literally just came out and of course everyone wanted it, technology was really getting advanced. You wished your phone matched but Apple didn’t make phones so you had mismatched tech. You packed up the laptop and your notes, ready to leave the library. The Dionne outfit, while cute, was definitely impractical now that it was night time. The wind was determined to attack you and you were beginning to think it was personal.

You decided to take a shortcut home and go through the cemetery so you could cut through the park and be at Grimmauld in less time than walking all the way around. Walking through a cemetery, on Halloween, wasn’t something you would ever do. Hell, you were taught not to even whistle past a graveyard but it was windy and started to rain out of nowhere. You’d quicker fight a ghost with your Dionne heels rather than be shivering and wet. You didn’t run— in case spirits saw it as a challenge— but you quickly walked through the cemetery, keeping your eyes on your shoes.

You grabbed at the gate when a searing pain went through your entire body. You heard a man cackling and then a word you had never heard before. Flashes of light flew over your head and suddenly the cemetery was full of people. You weren’t sure if you were seeing correctly because of the pain but you were positive light was coming randomly from their bodies.

Nott apparated away and the Order huffed. They believed Harry when he said Voldemort was back and it was obvious by the amount of Death Eaters that the Ministry had cleared all those years ago coming back to wreak havoc. They had been searching for the Order and for Harry. He was protected by Hogwarts and Lily’s love when he was at Privet Drive, they were protected by Grimmauld but Voldemort was working tirelessly to find a way to break one of those charms. They were getting closer and closer to the headquarters each day. Moody looked down at you shivering on the ground. The Death Eaters must have been stalking the area they assumed Grimmauld was and had seen you enough times to start trailing, hoping there would be a slip up. You were holding your hand that looked like it had just been burned.

“Weasley, the gate,” Moody directed.

Bill checked the gate. There was, in fact, a curse on it. Nott and whoever was helping hadn’t cut corners. He kneeled down to help you stand up. More words you didn’t understand were muttered and the pain subsided enough that you were only gritting your teeth.

“We need to take you home and get that properly fixed,” Bill said.

You tried to joke through the pain. “This is what I get for walking through a graveyard.”

Bill held onto you the entire walk back. Your eyes widened as you watched your building move and a new door appeared next to your flat’s door. You chuckled to yourself. So that was where the number twelve went. You had been wondering how they forgot and skipped that number because your building wasn’t just odd numbers.

You were led up the stairs and through the hall into the living room. Bill directed you to a large armchair, setting your backpack down next to you. You watched him pull out a stick and continue with the weird words while the large man with the glass eyeball walked off. A woman who seemed close to your age— maybe even the same age— with purple hair came out with multiple drinks and set them on the end table next to you.

“You need to drink this foul looking one, other two are butterbeer and pumpkin juice. Didn’t know which one you wanted,” she spoke quickly and left just as quickly— almost like she disappeared.

Bill watched you stare at the spot that contained Tonks moments ago. He had to admit, you were taking this better than most muggles. You just seemed confused which was much better than the screaming and sputtering— those took the longest to obliviate because of how much the muggles were moving around. You looked down at the guy kneeling in front of you.

“This is going to sound stupid but… what the actual fuck is going on?”

He chuckled. “Drink the potion.”

“If this is to drug me, when I regain consciousness, I’ll kick your ass. Don’t let the outfit fool you, I will dropkick you.”

“Dropkick?”

“Yeah, I kn— wait, do you not know what that is?”

“Drink the potion.” Bill waited for you to put it to your lips. “Dropkick, is that American or muggle slang?”

You choked. “God, that’s awful. What’s in it, goblin spit?”

“Unicorn spit, actually.”

You froze before setting the cup down. “Okay, that’s nasty. Um, yeah, no— that’s…”

“So, what’s a dropkick?” Bill asked as you reached for the pumpkin juice before spitting it back into the cup and picking up the butterbeer.

You swirled around the drink, scared to take a sip of it after the first two. This was beans on toast and blood pudding all over again. The warm drink made it past your lips. You hummed at the pleasant taste, head bobbing as you drank more. You set it down after draining the cup.

“You kick someone like a kangaroo. It makes you fall to the ground too since we don’t have tails but trust me, it’s effective.”

“Hmm, dropkick.”

“What’s a muggle?”

Bill waved his wand. “Someone who can’t do magic… I’m surprised you’re not screaming by now.”

“It’s Halloween, weird shit always happens on Halloween. So you’re a witch, does London have a lot of those?”

“It’s wizard. The women are witches.”

“Um, if you’re a wizard, where’s the staff?”

“Staff?”

“Yeah. Big stick. Gandalf… ‘you shall not pass’, no?”

Bill snorted as he let go of your now healed hand. “Whatever muggle rubbish you’ve read, it’s not true. Do you want another butterbeer?”

You nodded. Bill walked into the kitchen to get another drink. You stayed in the armchair but let your eyes wander around the entire room. It looked very normal for a bunch of wizards and witches. Not that you knew what their house would look like but you expected more… magic? You looked down at your hand, good as new. You were going to believe it was the guy helping you and not the drink that apparently had unicorn spit in it. Because you were going to die if you had to acknowledge the fact that you might have just drank unicorn spit. The guy came back with another butterbeer for you and one for him.

“So do my rescuers have names or is it just hot wizard , wizard with the eye, cool witch with purple hair?”

“Thanks!” A voice called from upstairs.

Bill laughed. “Cool witch with purple hair is Tonks. The other man was Moody, I’m Bill.”

A door closed, something sounded like it got knocked over, and you heard the obnoxious screams of a woman followed by ‘shut up, Mother’. The yelling stopped and another man strolled in. You looked at the older guy with the leather jacket and then back at Bill.

“And Jacket Wizard?” you asked, pointing.

“Sirius Black,” Jacket Wizard answered. “What’s she doing back here?”

Sirius sat down confused. You stopped drinking as you processed his words.

“Back here? Why would I be back here?”

You set the glass down, close to you. Moody and Tonks came downstairs. You pretended to scratch at an itch as Moody explained what happened the last time on a night you didn’t remember. Really, you were unclipping the straps on your heavy, chunky heels. You scoffed as he finished.

“Obliviate? Guys, so not cool. That’s literally a violation.”

“If we didn’t, yo—”

“How do we know you don’t just obliviate the memory of you. You could be taking whatever you wanted. Violation. Don’t try to say otherwise.”

Moody shrugged like he didn’t really care. Pulling out his wand, he pointed it at you. “We’ll only take tonight, I promise you that. Nice to meet you, you’re an interesting muggle. Let’s not make this a habit of saving you. Obl—”

Your shoe hit him in the face and made him drop his wand. You threw the glasses on the table and your other shoe at Sirius. Grabbing the lamp, you held it out like a sword and swung it around to stop them from getting near you.

“Absolutely not!” You yelled. “There will be NO erasing of anyone’s mind, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Sirius started laughing as he held his face. “Are all American muggles like this or is it just you? She’s great.”

“Hey,” Bill held his wand up in a sort of surrender. “Can we put the lamp down?”

“Nope.”

Bill nodded and then looked at the others. Hurting a muggle wasn’t how they handled things and you were also in a corner with lots of throwable objects. Bill held out a hand to the others and they all gave him their wands. He showed you the little collection and then set them down on the armchair that you had been sitting in.

“Can we set the lamp down now?”

You slowly put your weapon back on the table and grabbed the wands. “You get these back when I walk out.”

“Your shoes,” Sirius called as you started to walk away.

You shoved their wands in your backpack so they couldn’t grab them while putting your shoes back on. Tonks’s face changed from surprised at your fight to amused as you took the butterbeer bottle with you before walking down the hall. You set down the four wands when you had reached the door. They watched you quickly dart out of the house and down the stairs. The slam of your own flat door could be heard. Tonks laughed.

“I like her.”

You passed out, hoping everything was a weird dream. The morning brought the strange reality that it wasn’t a dream. But it was Sunday, which meant grocery day. You sighed as you looked out of your window to see rain. You got dressed accordingly, choosing a raincoat instead of an umbrella. With reusable bags in hand, you locked the door to 11 Grimmauld and left.

Sirius and Bill caught you looking at the space where 12 Grimmauld should have been. You tilted your head and frowned. They watched you shrug once before swinging your empty bags and walking off. Sirius turned his head when he saw Bill shrug on jacket and grab an umbrella.

“Where are you going?”

“Someone has to make sure she doesn’t go telling everyone.”

Sirius chuckled. “That’s the face of some bloke who just saw a pretty girl.”

Bill rolled his eyes and left the house. He saw you turn the corner and began walking. Bill froze when you turned suddenly. Your eyes narrowed as you walked up to him. You stuck a hand out, palm up. He pulled his wand from his pocket and placed it in your hand.

“How did you know I was behind you? I barely took five steps.”

“We don’t just walk places in America without checking your surroundings. I don’t know how you do it here but it’s called safety measures where I’m from… where do you store this?”

“Special pockets. I’m not—”

“Don’t trust you. Have you heard of a hair stick?”

“What?”

That answered your question. There was no place to store Bill’s wand without possibly breaking it. You were glad you chose to take out your braids early for a proper wash and deep condition because now you could put your curls up in a bun. Bill watched you stick the wand in your hair. You moved to walk next to him under the umbrella, now that your jacket hood was off and it was still raining.

“So, why am I being stalked by hot wizard and how did you get stuck with babysitting duty?”

“My nam—”

“Bill. I remember. Do you not like the nickname? I can stop.”

“No, it’s fine— Hot wizard’s great but if someone hears.”

“I mean no one’s going to believe in…” you waited for the couple on the street to walk past. “Wizards. No offense. I’m just saying if I said I met a wizard, they’d think it was a joke. And then they’d send me to the loony bin if I kept insisting. Not even a good mental health place, I mean the literal loony bin. Make a left.”

You reached your grocery store, grabbing a small cart and putting your bags down in it. Bill wasn’t prepared for that answer. Why wouldn’t people believe in wizards? The magic was right there, his wand was in your hair for heaven’s sake. One look at that and people should believe in it. You looked through all the eggs in the carton to make sure they weren’t broken and set it in your cart.

“Oh, thanks for fixing my hand. I have a Mary Shelley that needs annotating for my class and doing it with the other hand would have been such a pain in my ass.”

“A Mary Shelley?”

“Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein… holy crap, you’ve never heard of Frankenstein?”

Bill shook his head.

“Being a wizard blows. How have— there’s so many Frankenstein movies. Just pick a DVD and watch it, I’ll lend you the book when I’m done with it.”

Bill scratched his head as you finished scratching the last item off of your list. He watched you pay and then the two of you left the store to be greeted by a no longer raining sky. Bill waited till you weren’t around customers trying to get into the store.

“Uh, what’s a DVD?”

You stopped and looked at him. “Are you serious?”

He nodded.

“Bill, you’ve gone from hot wizard to clueless wizard. Tell you what. I don’t have class on Tuesday and lucky for you I do my work at least two months early, so come over and we’ll watch Frankenstein. This is a date, by the way.”

You took the wand from your hair and tried to get your curls into a non-bun shape. Bill took the wand back and watched you go inside your flat. Sirius was laughing from the window when he came in. Bill brushed him off and went to look at the letters that the owl just dropped off.

Tuesday rolled around and Bill sat awkwardly in the living room. You just said Tuesday but never gave a time. Did muggles just expect everyone to know a time or did it mean come over whenever? He waited until dinner time and grabbed some butterbeers before leaving the house to walk back up the stairs and knock on your door. He felt silly when he could literally apparate next door but Sirius said that would probably be a bad idea.

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming,” you said as you opened the door.

You held out a hand and he immediately knew to cough over his wand. Your flat looked very different from Sirius’ one. The first thing he noticed was it seemed more modern.

“Shoes off at the door… make yourself comfortable, don’t worry about breaking anything. It’s all IKEA.”

Bill wasn’t even going to ask this time. He just took a seat and set the butterbeers down on the coffee table. You brought over a large bowl of popcorn, having dropped off Bill’s wand on your kitchen counter. Bill watched you pick up one of the various DVDs and started to wonder how he got here. You came back to the couch, grabbing two blankets from your blanket basket and handing one to him. It was a date or that’s what you said. But he seemed so confused when you were talking yesterday that you were going to take it one step at a time. You hoped that one step at a time involved more dates and maybe some making out— which someone said snogging once and you laughed at the funny term— because Bill was attractive. You stayed up the other night, just to be in the same timezone as your friend when you called her.

Leaving out the wizard detail, you told her about your rescue and the grocery store. Your friend said that you should go for the handsome and mysterious British man. You had already been on some dates while here but nothing had gotten very far. A lot of guys seemed to think that you were on exchange and would be leaving soon no matter how much you insisted that you had completely transferred universities.

“It’s the black and white version. I was going to pick a recent edition but nothing wrong with a good classic,” you said as you leaned down to grab some popcorn.

Bill nodded and mimicked you. At this point, the popcorn was the only thing he knew for certain that he understood. The DVD, as you called it, was playing and he thought that movies were a bit like their wizard pictures. Only a lot longer. The movie finished and you turned to look at him.

“I’ve got more movies if you want to watch another one. Also, dinner. There’s more food than popcorn, we could order takeout.”

“Sure.”

You told Bill to choose a movie while you went to the house phone on the wall. He kept switching from looking at movies to watching you play with the cord of the phone as you asked for various containers of Chinese food from the restaurant down the street. You hung up and went to the kitchen to grab glasses for the butterbeers that Bill brought. He looked up when his own wand was pointed in his face.

“Here.”

He took it back, carefully, not wanting to scare you into thinking he was going to use it. He went back to the movies and picked up one to show you. You grinned.

“I love this one. ‘You come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married’… it’ll make sense in a minute,” you said as you grabbed The Godfather movie. “Can you get the door? Money’s on the table somewhere.”

Bill got up to get the food as you switched out one DVD for another. He came back with a bag of takeout and sat back down on the couch, a little more comfortably than last time. The movie started up again and you both were chowing down on food while watching. You seemed to be enjoying the movie way more than he did. He wasn’t getting it— he didn’t really get Frankenstein either. There was a weird insistence that the doctor revived the monster without magic. It was a creature made of dead parts. Magic had to be involved. At least this movie wasn’t doing that. He liked the acting and the outfits but he didn’t see why this plot was so adored.

You finished eating and reached for the fortune cookies. You had seen The Godfather enough to quote it and you were positive that Bill didn’t care if he missed part of it. You held both packets of cookies in your hands.

“Left or right?” you asked.

“Right?”

Bill took the fortune cookie from your right hand. He followed your instructions about breaking it and eating one half before reading the fortune.

“What’s yours say?”

“Ask a friend to join you on your next voyage.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Okay, then eat the other half of the cookie.”

“Why?”

“Well, you eat the first half before reading it to show the universe that you have faith in the fortune. Then, you eat the second half after so you can say thank you for the good fortune.”

Bill chewed the second half under the advice you gave. The messages weren’t enchanted so he wasn’t sure how they could actually come true. You took a chance and moved a little closer so that your knee was brushing against his. Bill looked down and then back at you but you weren’t even paying attention, reaching for the butterbeer.

“I love this stuff,” you said after taking a swig. “You guys should sell this to, what did you call us, muggies?”

He chuckled. “Muggles.”

“Hmm, well you should sell this to muggles. It would make a fortune, so good.”

“I’ll bring it to our next date. When are you free?”

“I don’t have classes on Tuesdays and Fridays.”

“Keep those days open, then.”

You and Bill didn’t move any closer that night but you finished the movie with his hand on your knee. He was kicked out when it was over because you had an 8 a.m. class. Bill headed back to Sirius’ where the Order members that were there— Sirius, Tonks, Hestia Jones, and Lupin— began to question him. Tonks didn’t know if it was the best idea, even if she did like you, considering Bill only seemed to work dangerous jobs. Hestia left after giving her opinion that Bill shouldn’t have established a second date. Lupin groaned when Bill admitted there was an ongoing schedule of free dates established, not just a second one. He tried to tell Bill that he saw his mother give up her life basically for him and his father. He didn’t know if he agreed with that.

“Do you even know what her ambitions are in life?”

Bill recalled the talk to the grocery store. “She writes, wants to be an author. School teacher is her backup.”

“He wouldn’t really be impacting her life, Moony,” Sirius said.

Bill shrugged them off. It probably wouldn’t even last much longer. You were an interesting girl and he hadn’t dated in a minute— he was going to enjoy his time. Sirius and Tonks could get behind that and eventually so did Remus.

Not lasting much longer turned into Bill seeing you every Tuesday and Friday for the entire month of November. He only missed once or twice because of an Order mission. The two of you usually were watching movies in your flat which he noticed was slowly accumulating more books. You explained that being a double major in literature and creative writing turns houses into libraries rather quickly. Whenever it was a movie date, he brought butterbeer. If you two went out, it was to a pub where he would learn about you before going on a walk where you could freely talk about him without others listening in. November rolled into the first week of December. Bill apparated into your home— getting permission to do so.

“William Weasley, it is the start of the most magical time of year!” you laughed as you stepped out from the kitchen when you saw him in the living room.

Your flat was decked out for Christmas— you were one of those people that got really into holidays. Bill looked at the pile of DVDs on the table. They were all Christmas themed. He picked Home Alone and relaxed on the couch. The blanket you two were sharing was fleece and decorated in tiny pine trees. One of Bill’s arms was wrapped around you and the other was draped over the top of the couch.

“Did you finish your poem portfolio?” he asked while the previews were playing.

“No, I still have two more until I meet the quantity requirement. Poetry’s hard.”

“But after that, you’re done with the semester?”

“Yep, I finished all my final papers. There’s nothing worse than struggling last minute, I learned that the hard way last year. Never doing that again.”

“Are you going home for Christmas, Muggie?”

Ever since you called muggles, muggies, that name stuck. Bill thought it was cute because it was one thing you were clueless about. Usually, he felt like the clueless one because you seemed to quickly adapt to whatever he said about the wizarding world while he was just confused about muggles.

“No. We all thought it’s best if I stay here for a year before coming back, before homesickness sets in and I don’t want to return. My family’s coming over in spring, though.”

The two of you got quiet as the movie started. You weren’t quiet for long. Bill asked lots of questions and you tried to answer all of them before the next scene started and he asked more questions. He chuckled as the robbers were bested and declared that he liked Home Alone. You turned over to look up at him when the movie finished. It was Friday so you could stay up longer and watch more movies. It also meant more time to talk in between them. Bill looked down when you started to chuckle.

“What’s funny?”

“My friend was asking about you when she called earlier… I think she thinks you’re black and I forgot to correct her.”

“Hmm? That matters?”

Your eyebrows knitted together. “I mean it shouldn’t but yeah it does. She means well though. She’s more concerned that you’re not a racist, doesn’t actually care about you being white.”

“Oh,” Bill said, simply.

“Is racism not a thing for wizards?”

“I don’t even think I remember what the word racism means. We learned about it in Muggle Studies once, I’m sure of it.”

“Hating people because of skin color is a basic definition.”

“Oh, like blood purity… yeah, wizards have racism then.”

“What’s blood purity?”

Bill began to give you a breakdown on the different categories of wizards and witches. You thought it was just magic and no magic. Witches and muggles. But there was a whole system behind it. Purebloods sounded like supremacists to you which is why your jaw dropped when you asked Bill what his family was considered.

“But they all call us blood-traitors, not like we care.”

“That’s insane. Just because you don’t have trash views? They should check themselves instead of your family.”

Bill smiled. “I can never tell what’s muggle and what’s American with you. Yeah, I mean it’s not all purebloods but most think it’s wrong to associate with muggle-borns and the lot. They’re missing out on meeting some amazing people… I fancy you.”

You tilted your head. “What?”

“I fanc— you don’t know what that means,” he chuckled.

Bill muttered ‘American’ before leaning down. His hand tilted your head farther back as his lips connected with yours. You felt dizzy. In that moment, you decided butterbeer tasted better on someone’s lips than it ever could from the bottle. You pulled apart for a moment. You moved to straddle him and continued kissing. Bill’s hands gripped your waist before one snaked down to your butt. You moaned into his mouth as his hands squeezed you and he began to move you back and forth over his lap. You could feel everything through your thin shorts, especially because Bill was wearing jeans. His hand moved to your front, going past your shorts and right into your underwear. Bill smirked as you gasped when he inserted a finger. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your head dropped to his neck. A loud moan left your mouth as you shuddered around his hand. You looked up with blown-out pupils to see Bill sucking his own fingers. He grabbed your chin with the wet hand and kissed you again.

“Bill, Bill,” you muttered when he went to take off your shirt. “I have a bedroom.”

You yelped when he smacked your ass and held onto you as he moved to the bedroom. There was no hesitation once the back of your legs touched the mattress. Your clothes were shed right away— Bill taking a little longer because he was in jeans. He kissed down your body, teasing with light kisses on your thighs before returning to between your legs. A hand snaked into his red hair and you tried to pull Bill closer as if he wasn’t pressed flush against your body. He pinned you down with an arm over your stomach while he enjoyed himself and the way you gasped out his name. His other hand gave attention to your chest that he felt had been neglected. When he was satisfied, Bill moved back to your face. He looked you in the eyes as he grabbed his wand from the nightstand.

“Do you trust me? We can do this the muggle way if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I trust you, Bill.”

He pointed to himself and then you, mumbling words that you were sure you would never understand. You caught something that sounded like the word temporary. The wand was put back on the stand and Bill brushed his thumb over your cheekbone.

“It’ll only last a day, promise.”

“I trust y—”

Your mouth dropped open, no sound coming out, as Bill pushed into you. He wasn’t just tall but was big all over. Bill waited for a nod from you before rocking his hips. The bed creaked as he went faster. He blindly reached for his wand and mumbled two silencing spells against your lips. The wand fell off the nightstand when he missed as he blindly tried to put it back. Your nails marked up his back as he kept going. You kissed at his collarbone, knowing and happy that you would leave a hickey with no problem.

Your moans went from loud to breathy to silent as you came. Bill finished with a shout of your name. He rested on top of you for a moment, kissing at your neck. You winced a bit as he pulled out. Bill told you sorry before sticking his head over the side of your bed to try and find where his wand had rolled to. You smiled— still a bit out of breath— as you felt your body get cleaned off.

“Do you want clothes?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

“Accio Muggie’s pajamas.”

Your drawers opened and closed. Bill bent and straightened your arms and legs to help put your pajamas on. He got off of the bed briefly to put on his own underwear. You groaned.

“My hair.”

“What do you need?”

“My headscarf, put my hair up in a pineapple.”

“Accio headscarf. Let’s get Muggie’s hair all pretty.”

Bill watched the scarf move. He had seen you twice before with it on when he showed up early Tuesday morning and remembered the style. Your head was lifted for you as your hair went up before you were gently returned to the pillow.

“I love magic,” you sighed.

Bill looked down at your half-closed lids and chuckled. He moved you both underneath the duvet. You started off with your head on his chest before both of you moved into a spooning position. Bill kissed your shoulder blade before letting sleep start to consume him. He had fallen hard for you and decided he wouldn’t have it any other way.

(Part 3)...

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