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This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  MuseumGiftShopEraser! They have 9 works on AO3 in the Stranger Things Fandom, and 6 of those are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @museumgiftshoperaser:

Paint the Devil on the Wall

Conversations About Love

Now I'm A Stranger

An Exercise In Denial

Baby, You Were Meant To Follow Me

Her fics are BEAUTIFUL. When I first read Paint the Devil on the Wall I was so obsessed I immediately recced the fic to everyone I knew who would be vaguely interested in a steddie fic. -- anonymous

Below the cut, @museumgiftshoperaser answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I stumbled into it immediately after season 4 came out. I’ve felt very attached to Steve as a character from the beginning of the show and I think I was subconsciously waiting for someone to pair him up with. I think they’re both such great characters to explore themes of dealing with expectation (either by conforming, or fighting against it) and that’s something I always love to write about.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Absolute sucker for fake dating. Can’t get enough of it.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Enemies to lovers! Though now that I’m looking through my AO3 I haven’t actually written that much of it. It doesn’t have to be very intense enemies, though. I just like it when characters don’t immediately get along.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

My brain has been forever rewired by took you for a working boy by pukner. It’s such a gentle, nuanced queer story. It feels vulnerable to me in a way that really only fanfiction can be. Can I sneak in another one?? Because everyone should also absolutely read the shame is on the other side by scoops_ahoy. It taps into this very specific kind of queer compartmentalizing, that I’ve never seen written this well. It broke my heart and patched it right back up.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’ve been stupidly busy with my masters lately so there’s probably not a lot of writing on my horizon. I do have a wip called Doll that I’m slowly chipping away at. It’s a little darker than stuff I’ve written before. I know ‘dark’ isn’t really a trope, but I’m excited to see if I can push these characters a little further. 

What is your writing process like?

Absolute chaos. I write non-chronologically, without an outline, all in the same document. I keep writing snippets and scenes until the whole thing slowly comes together. 

Do you have any writing quirks?

Italicizing words for emphasis. I love it so much, you can rip it from my cold dead hands. It accidentally makes its way into my academic writing for my degree sometimes which is a little embarrassing, but I just love the flair of it. 

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I don’t really do schedules, it doesn’t work for me at all. I try to make sure I have a decent amount of the story written before I start posting to give me a bit of a head start, but forcing myself to finish something by a certain date is a surefire way to kill my motivation.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Probably Paint the Devil on the Wall. It was the first time I’d written the entire story before I started posting so it went through way more rounds of editing than normal. I think you can really tell. It’s also the longest story I’ve ever written (in general, even outside of fanfic). The whole project gave me a lot of confidence as a writer.

How did you get the idea for Paint the Devil on the Wall?

I knew I wanted to participate in the Bigbang and the deadline was coming up, but I still didn’t have an idea. I decided to work backwards and try to think of something that would be fun for the artist(s) to draw. I had a vision of Eddie wearing dungarees without a shirt, absolutely covered in paint and I knew I had to write something to make it happen. I set the story in 80s New York because neo expressionism is really the only kind of art I could see Eddie making. I think it suits him very well. I do actually have a background in art, though! I’m currently getting my MFA, but I’ve worked full time as an artist for several years before that. I had a lot of fun working my passion for art (and all those art history classes I had to take) into the fic.

When writing Paint the Devil on the Wall, what was something you didn’t expect?

All of Steve’s character, to be honest. The fic is written from Eddie’s POV and for a large part of it he has a very hard time figuring out what Steve’s deal is. Right alongside him, I also had an incredibly hard time figuring out his character. It wasn’t until I was working on the final chapter that he finally clicked for me. I realized very late, just like Eddie, that Steve liked him from the very beginning. Most of the enemies to lovers premise was all in Eddie’s head.

What inspired Now I'm a Stranger?

Oh boy, that was forever ago! I remember I started writing it while I was camping with friends because I liked having something to do after everyone went to bed at night. I think I had the idea for that very first scene where Steve doesn’t remember Eddie and it all sort of spiraled from there.

What was your favorite part to write from An Exercise in Denial?

That was the very first fic I wrote, right after season 4 came out! I’ve never written something that fast, I think the whole thing took me less than a week. My favorite part was probably Robin being completely exasperated with both of them. They’re such complete idiots in that fic.

How do/did you feel writing Baby, You Were Meant To Follow Me?

Ahhh… I never got around to finishing that one. I probably never will, to be honest. I wrote the first two parts quite quickly and then the idea I had for the plot spiraled out of control and I realized I didn’t actually feel like writing the rest of it. There were going to be a lot of misunderstandings and I learned that I find that an incredibly frustrating trope to write (when done for drama at least. For comedy, I’m a sucker for misunderstandings.) So I guess I felt a little in over my head.

What was the most difficult part of writing Conversations About Love?

The ending! That fic is so incredibly personal to me and I knew from the beginning that I wanted it to have a very sappy, happy ending. It was important to me to write an aromantic character getting everything they wanted, but I realized as I was writing it that I don’t actually fully know what that means. So it took a bit more soul searching than fics typically do, but it was very much worth it. 

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I still think the short little prologue for Paint the Devil on the Wall is the best thing I’ve written. “You don’t draw on things that aren’t yours, baby” is probably the best summary I have for that story.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Not really!

Thank you to our author, @museumgiftshoperaser, and our anonymous nominator! See more of @museumgiftshoperaser works featured on our page throughout the day!

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Shades Of Cool

toxic!dark!rafe cameron x female!pogue!reader

summary: you are just living your life, completely normal and free. but, what happens when rafe cameron decides that you are his? he's danger.

warnings: smut! 18+ stalking, manipulation, rafe is obsessed with reader, fingering, swearing, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (male receiving), dark!rafe cameron, choking, jealousy, violence, heavy smut..

a/n: i'm delighted I'm finally starting this, even if it took me so long. i genuinely hope you all enjoy this series. i understand that this a bit short, but the narrative is only getting started, so things will only get wilder! however, it is to be expected—this is a rafe cameron fic.

series

One thing that you hated about Outer Banks was how the heat still radiated at night, causing excessive amounts of water to be drank and a great amount of fans that blew hot air into your face.

It only made everyone irritable and only caused more arguments like now,

"I swear to god JJ, I am about to fucking murder you if you say another word," You hissed, giving him a glare as he mockingly grew scared.

"I agree," Cleo said before falling back into her nap.

"All I'm saying is that we have been moping around here for hours meanwhile we could be partying on the fresh beach and cool water," JJ replied, using his hands to represent the scenery to all of you.

"I'm going to have to agree with Y/N," Pope said, turning his head to JJ, "I'm already in tough shit with my parents for when you knocked over my great-grandmothers vase," Pope glared.

JJ put his hands up in defense, "I told you tequila makes me clumsy,"

"Besides every single Kook is there, including Rafe and if he sees Sarah with us, it will only bring another fight and you are not going back to jail," Kie warned, still closing her eyes while the fan blew the air in her face, blowing her hair.

"When have we ever been scared of Rafe?" JJ asked.

"When he gave me a full smackdown for doing my job," Pope scoffed.

"And when he almost drowned me," Sarah chimed in from across the room where she was laying on John B's legs on the carpet floor.

"And when he shot Sheriff Peterkin in front of us," John B added.

"And when-" Pope began.

"Okay that's enough," He said as you giggled, turning your head back to the fan.

You didn't know much about Rafe Cameron since you had moved to Outer Banks only last year and you had met the "star Pogues" a few months ago.

You had never really seen Rafe's face ever, only heard of him honestly.

But you didn't know if it was a bad thing.

All you had heard about was how evil and villainous he was which caused some places to be off limits for the fact that the boys couldn't handle another beat down with the Kooks and there was a greater matter at hand.

But still, you always were curious about "evil" Rafe Cameron.

"You guys are no fun," JJ pouted, sitting beside you on the couch.

You patted the lower part of his leg, "Poor baby," You sarcastically said to which moved his leg swiftly causing you to laugh.

Suddenly the lights and fans turned off as you all except for JJ groaned, knowing that meant the electricity was off you and you would have to deal with the heat and darkness.

Which meant the only choice was the beach party,

JJ cheered, "I win!"

You crossed your arms as you walked on the warm sand, lots of cheering and loud music around you. You could see the Kooks and the Pogues in their own groups, not daring to interact with eachother.

It was hard to get used to the fact that there were two groups of people based on economic statuses and that it meant that if you were one thing, the other one hated you.

You had never been to a place like that but you just kinda got used to it.

Yet you still could never tell which group was really which sometimes.

You were forced to walk around by yourself as John B and Sarah wandered off to a quiet spot while JJ started drinking with Kie as his babysitter and Cleo and Pope wandered around.

All of it sounded like a lot of third wheeling which made you stay away.

But you didn't mind being alone, you liked listening to the waves and watching the festivities that went along with a party.

And you knew that a beer would help you get more into the party festivities.

You walked over the keg where a man with a shaved head and a matching tank top and shorts poured himself a beer as you curiously looked at him.

You had to admit that he was one of the most attractive men you had seen before.

His lips were a perfect shade of pink and they were smooth like sucking on a cherry. His veins were bulging from his hands and you could see the peach fuzz on his jawline that you could only really see upclose.

You snapped out of your analysis as he looked at you as you waited there awkwardly, forming a smile on your face.

"Sorry to creepily stand here, I'm just trying to get a uh-" You said, pointing to the keg.

His face studied you for a second, almost as if he was trying to figure you out. You could tell by his face that he had never seen you before and he looked as if he was trying to figure out if you were a Kook or Pogue.

He chuckled, "Didn't mean to take so long, I wouldn't have if I had seen your pretty face sooner," He smirked, looking you up and down, causing you to blush.

You felt stupid for blushing over something that a man probably said to every pretty girl he saw but you felt something different about him.

You were taken aback by his boldness, "Do you say that to every women that waits for her turn on the keg?" You teased.

"Only the pretty ones," He replied, causing you to laugh.

"Smooth talker I see," You smiled.

"Always," He joked, "I swear I've never seen you around and usually, you know everyone in Outer Banks," He probed.

"Yeah, I just moved here last year," You answered, "I haven't made my rounds yet,"

"Figured," He said, "I would've definitely noticed you,"

"Pfft," You beamed, "I'm sure you would've walked past me on the beach, there are many beautiful girls here,"

"Nah," He laughed, looking off, "You are different from them,"

"How could you already assume that?" You asked, curiosity biting at you.

"For one, you aren't stuck up and preppy which is most the girls on this island," He grinned as you giggled.

"Ay, they aren't all like that," You replied.

"Most of 'em," He added, "But I don't pay much attention to them,"

"Figures," You said, eyebrow raising.

He saw your eyes move the keg and his cup before he offered his cup forward.

"Might as well take mine, I wouldn't feel proud of myself if I let you pour one yourself," He winked.

Great attempt at being a gentlemen.

"No no, I got it," You said before he shook his head.

"I insist" He said, his thumb grazing yours.

"Thank you," You smiled, "I'm Y/N" You introduced, taking the cup from him while extending your other hand for him to shake.

He shook your hand, "I'm Rafe," He replied with a smile as yours slowly fell.

The Rafe? The Rafe you were basically supposed to never interact with and who was the supposed devil? That Rafe?

"Rafe Cameron?" You asked, standing frozen.

"Guess my reputation precedes me," He joked as you didn't laugh but instead cleared your throat.

You took your hand back quickly, "Oh, i-it's nice to meet you," You cleared your throat, "My friends are waiting so I'm gonna-"

He clearly figured you out, "Pogue, I'm guessing?" He snickered.

Your face wrinkled, "Is that supposed to be a funny thing?"

"Hilarious actually," He answered, only angering you more.

"I don't see what's funny about that?" You crossed your arms with ur drink resting in your hand.

He wiped his jaw, "Must be tough at the bottom of the food chain,"

Your nose flared, "Must be tough being an elite asshole,"

He laughed, "I just think it's an unfortunate cause, I mean it's just unlucky," He smirked.

Asshole.

"Unlucky?" Your lip pursed, " I think what's more unlucky is thinking that your cool for a fucked up economic status that has been perpetuated on an island,"

"I just don't believe your friends belong on Outer Banks," He said, not a hint of hesitance in his voice.

He really believed in this bullshit.

"I mean you would really rather hang out with a group of dirty Pogues?" He snickered, looking off.

"Well I am one of them and they are my friends," You scoffed, "You seem more dirty than us," You insulted.

"Is that so?" Rafe mocked.

"Do you wanna talk about your father's dirty money?" You asked.

"I would watch that pretty mouth," He replied, inching closer.

"Or what?" You hummed, acting braver than you usually would.

"Fuck around and find out sweetheart," He came closer, breath fawning on your face.

The whiskey on his breath kissed your nose but not breaking your eye contact with him as you inched closer, eyes on his lips.

As he tried to close the gap, you threw the drink in his face. "Oohs" and snickers filled around the both of you as you stomped away from him.

He smirked, wiping the alcohol off of his face.

'What an asshole,' You thought,

Little did you know that Rafe only grew to like you more.

You found JJ and Kie sitting by the beach together as she laid her head on his shoulder. You were thinking about interrupting them but tarnish their moment, you choosing instead to call it a night and also you didn't feel like trying to find the rest of the group.

You were glad that you knew yourself enough to drive to the party considering that you got tired fast. You couldn't really see in the parking lot due to how dark it was and away from the lights.

You digged in your back pocket for your phone to pull out of the flashlight as you reached for your keys but dropped them instead in the process.

You audibly groaned as you searched on the floor in the darkness for the keys. You went on your knees with your flashing light, searching on the ground as you heard footsteps behind you, darting your flashlight behind you but seeing nothing.

You had a bad feeling but you thought it was paranoia because you were alone in the parking lot and maybe a little due to the interaction you had earlier with Rafe.

You couldn't stop thinking about how he came off as nice but switched so quickly into an elitist piece of shit.

Sounds like how they described him.

But still, there was a pit in your stomach that felt like butterflies when he grazed your thumb.

You sighed, pushing the thoughts out as you finally grabbed your keys, using the concrete-sanded floor push yourself back up off the ground.

Suddenly, you felt a cloth on your mouth and a hand covering your waist as your muffled screams filled the parking lot, trying to kick your attacker behind you.

You felt yourself drifting into the darkness as you screamed one last time,

And everything went black.

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La Reina and La Diosa (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

A/N: It only seemed fitting to write a fic to celebrate Alexia's return to the squad and to post it seen as though we’re through to the final!

In a way it felt like yesterday when you got the call telling you that Alexia was hurt when in reality it was 296 days ago. In those 296 days you have witnessed Alexia's strength and determination first hand and it inspired you to play every minute as if it was you last and dedicate every game to her as she watched on in the stands or at home.

It wasn't easy been on the pitch without her, in fact in the 10 years you have been with the club you can count on one hand the amount of games where she hasn't been on the pitch with you. It's why the energy is different as the team travels from El Johan to Camp Nou.

Alexia has a smile on her face that you hadn't seen in a long while. The two of you, as well as some other players, sit at the back on the bus, she sits opposite you but your feet are touching under the table, every so often you would give each other a nudge as if you were school children.

"Something's changed. The team is happier than normal" Lucy says from her seat beside you.

"Ale's back. Her presence puts everyone at ease" You look at the brunette who sits across from you.

"You more than anyone else. I haven't seen you this peaceful since before you got the call back at SGP"

It wasn't a memory you were fond of and the days that followed were some of the most challenging. You told the lionesses you were withdrawing from the Euros and it sparked outrage amongst the majority. Since been in Barcelona Lucy and Keira saw first hand what you wanted to protect and if put in the same position again they would encourage you to go home and be by your wife's side.

"Everything is better when I have her by my side"

Little did you know Alexia had heard what you said. She kicks you gently and when you turn your attention to her she mouths 'I love you' to which you respond 'I love you more'.

Whilst you enjoyed the company of the english defender beside you, you did have a pre match ritual which starts with you blocking the outside world out. Taking your headphones out of you bag, you place them over your ears and play your playlist that had been curated for this season specifically.

"She's found it hard without you" Mapi tells Alexia "she tries to hide it, especially from us but we see the moments when she is with Lucy and Keira"

Mapi was telling the truth. The entire team felt the absence of Alexia but as Captain it was your job to lead them and you couldn't do that if you were obsessing over the fact that Alexia wasn't there with you. They saw the moments of frustration when you play balls to Patri who doesn't react because you do so without out saying anything. That's how it was with Alexia, she knows how you play and what your are thinking, words aren't needed between the two of you.

"Don't take offence to whatIi'm about to because I love you all, I really do but I can't want to back on that pitch with her, it's where I belong. For years it has been Y/N and Alexia"

"La Reina and La Diosa" Mapi adds the fan given nicknames that you and Alexia both loved and hated at the same time.

"Right, well for years it has been us and by her side her playing football is where i'm the happiest"

"You two are disgustingly cute" Alexia gives Mapi a look "Oh please you have been playing footsy under the table since we left the car park"

Like every game you are the first off the coach but you wait near the door until the team is off, Alexia is the last one to descend the steps. She stops on the last step, out of sight, and you see the hesitation on her face.

"You ready baby?" you are aware of the fans and cameras around you so you keep your tone low so that only she hears you.

When she nods you step aside and the fans erupt upon seeing the player that they have been waiting for.

"Wait a minute" you grab her hand as she walks towards the entrance "Listen to that, they're here for you, take it in"

Alexia turns around to face the fans. They chant her name, the sound gives you both goosebumps. When you see her close her eyes you know that she is savouring the moment. The way you look at her is hard to describe, saying it was the look of love didn't do it justice.

You don't realise you are staring until you feel her tug you hand. The small act of PDA sends the fans wild as they rarely get to see you and Alexia interact with each other in this way.

Jona had talked with you about Alexia's return and when it should happen. The setting was perfect; La Reina makes her return at Camp Nou but you wouldn't risk her career.

"Remember what we talked about?" He says just before you leave the locker room.

"Yes. The decision is mine, I'll you know if I think it's the right time"

"I'll wait for your signal Captain" with a supportive pat on the back he leaves you be and after a few moments you walk through the tunnel and to your rightful place at the front of the line.

The game is close, too close, with both teams scoring making it 2-1 so when Jona asks you at half time you reply saying that a 60 minute sub is not an option.

70 minutes into the second half Chelsea are pressing hard and it feels like a goal is imminent. AKB goes down and requires treatment so you take this time to talk to the team and regroup.

"Time is running out, he needs to bring Alexia on" It is the first thing Mapi says causing you to roll your eyes.

"No, that is not an option and it's not his decision, it's mine"

"What do you mean?" Aitana asks.

"Jona isn't on the pitch, he doesn't feel the intensity that this team is playing with so he left it up to me to decide if Alexia comes back in this game. Right now Chelsea are fighting and some of their tackles are dangerous, I myself have been on the end of some gruelling ones and I won't bring her on only for her to get hurt again"

"What do we need to do?"

"Score. We need a comfortably lead. If we make it 4-1 in the next ten minutes I'll give him the signal"

With a purpose other than to get to the final the team go back to their positions, ready to do whatever it takes to get Alexia back where she belongs.

If Chelsea thought Barcelona was attacking heavily before this point they would be mistaken but everyone on that pitch is playing with a new found energy and it caught the blues off guard making the home side unstoppable. When Mapi finds herself in space just outside of the box there is only was option going through the blonde's mind, she winds her leg back and hits the ball with the most power she has this season so it comes as no surprise when the ball hits the back of the net.

"That's one" Her arms are wrapped around your neck as you make your way back to your side of the pitch "Now are you going to be the one to score the goal that lets her play?"

It wasn't like you were't trying. You had scored a goal in the first half but the Chelsea defence was a back 4, 3 of those players where your national team mates who knew you very well. It made your job very hard but the way Mapi worded her sentence made you want to, no you needed to be the person to score the next goal.

When you get fouled a couple of meters away from the box, Barcelona are awarded the freekick. Mapi, Mariona and yourself stand over the ball but you all know who is taking it, the other two are simply there for a decoy.

When you turn to face the bench Alexia is up on her feet, she knows what's coming and she is ready to celebrate. The faith she has in your in infectious. You face the goal, close your eyes to block out the noise and imagine that it's one of those countless times where you and Alexia have stayed back to practice free kicks. The ball hits the top corner leaving AKB with no chance of stopping it. You and the team celebrate in front of the ultras and when you are back in your place you look towards Jona and hold up your index fingers, making the number 11.

It is time.

Alexia is subbed on for Keira and the whole stadium erupts in a sound of applause, players on the pitch join in, even the Chelsea players. Nothing compares to the happiness you feel knowing that someone you care deeply for is happy. You are overcome with emotion as Alexia runs onto the pitch.

"Are you crying?" Frido asks.

You are unaware of your glassed over eyes, the only thing you focus on is the Catalonian who is smiling from ear to ear. Not wanting to be caught by anyone but the Swede you bend down and pretend to tie your laces. You stand up just it time for Alexia to reach you. You wanted this moment to be special so you take off your captain's armband and pass it to her, this was her moment after all.

"No" Alexia pushes it into your chest "You've been by my side as my wife this entire way, now I want you by my side as my captain"

"Welcome back La Reina"

"Good to be back La Diosa"

The next ten minutes, Alexia will remember them for the rest of her career. The way the ball felt at her feet as she ran up the pitch, the way she saw you running down the middle. It was something that she has seen before and when the ball travelled towards you she knew the weight behind it was perfect. You header the ball into the back on the net and it means more than any other goal you have scored thus far in your career. Alexia is standing arms open wide waiting for you.

"Bloody beautiful" you praise her assist.

"You never did miss those shots, nice to see some things haven't changed"

After playing 4 added minutes the final whistle is blown, you had done it, you were going to Eindhoven and more importantly Alexia made her long awaited return. The team celebrate the latter more than anything because this team was a family and it was a special day for one of their own.

As captain and POTM you are called over for media much to your annoyance but you also know if you don't do it then they will call for Alexia and you wanted her to enjoy the moment and not have to worry about journalists.

By the time you are done Alexia is stood in place talking to Mapi, the person who didn't leave her side when she first got injured. It was a personal moment and you didn't want to interrupt so instead you turn to the crowd in search of the person that will be feeling the same overwhelming emotion as you, Eli Alexia's mother. She stands proudly with her hands clasped over her heart as she blows you a kiss, one which you happily return.

"Y/N" hearing your name being called by her never get's old.

You pick her up and spin her around whispering praise and congratulations in her ear as you do so. Alexia's legs wrap around your waist and in an automatic response your hands travel downwards to her bum so you can hold her up.

"I did it" Alexia only ever voiced her doubts to you but you told her time and time again that she would come back stronger.

"I told you so"

You look her in her eyes, those hazel eyes that you could get lost in. Her happiness was evident in the way they sparkled under the Camp Nou lights.

"It's the first time I've played in this" she brings her left hand in front of of you and shows off her taped finger "It feels weird"

"You get used to it" you tap your ring finger on her bum.

Her arms remain around your neck as you put her down. You could hear the screaming fans but they were nothing more than background music for the moment you are currently having with Alexia.

"I want to thank you Y/N. You never gave up on me, not even when I gave up on myself which happened more times than I'd like to admit"

"We made a vow Alexia. In sickness & in health, for better or for worse. I broke them once and I will never do it again"

"How many times do I have to tell you that you didn't break your vows and you didn't betray me. You had a country to lead last summer and watching you play, watching you win those awards at the end of it and lift that trophy, it inspired me more than you could ever imagine. You were my source of motivation every day whether that be in rehab, in the gym or on the pitch"

One thing is for certain, you are in awe of the woman standing in front of you. You often had moments like this where you freeze in front of Alexia so that you can see her, really see her.

"What?" Alexia brows furrowed upon feeling the intensity of your gaze.

"You're amazing and I'm incredibly proud of you. You say you gave up but you didn't. Look around Alexia, you have just made your comeback in front of a sold out Camp Nou and you get to play in yet another Champions League final"

"We can get play in the final. It's me and you Y/N and I'll never take this" she points at the stadium around her then at you "for granted"

Oh how you wanted to take Alexia home and have her to yourself for the night atlas it was wishful thinking. Sensing that your conversation was coming to an end Jana runs over and pulls Alexia over to the fans so that they can celebrate. She ushers for you to follow and you do so happily albeit a little bit slower so that you could enjoy the sight of your wife celebrate the moment she has been waiting the last 9 months for.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni imagine #barcelona femeni one shot #espwnt x reader #espwnt one shot #espwnt imagine

[letsmyy]

i have a request!!! you should write a daughter of apollo x leo valdez fic but based on espresso by sabrina carpenter (idk i feel like that song gives children of apollo vibes!) it'd be leo obsessed with the apollo girl (like him being absolutely obsessed with her, having the biggest crush on her possible, he constantly thinks about her, him being an absolute loser bf) and finally getting the courage to ask her out on a date or something like that.

“she’s like a shot of espresso…”

leo valdez x duaghter of apollo!reader

warnings: use of yn! english isn’t my first language so it might be some errors!!

thank you so much for your request, it made me so happy!! idk if what i wrote it’s exactly what you want but i hope you like it 🤕 this is my first timing writing a real fic and I think it really shows lol, but i promise I’ll try to improve in the next one, I’m so sorry if it’s that bad, and this is really short too? omg im really bad at this lol, but anyways, ly anon tell me your opinions (honestly) abt this later, kisses to uuu!! 🫶💗 (btw anon, please request other things I feel like I didn’t did you justice with this one)

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“is it that sweet? I guess so…..”

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Leo was sure he was going crazy.

He always had a pretty big amount of silly crushes on girls, but with you? It was getting way too serious. Of course, you're beautiful, incredibly kind, and too generous for your own good, and you treated him well, but that isn't enough reason to make him lose sleep; at least that's what he thought.

And he was extremely wrong. Being in your presence was the equivalent of being bathed in the sunlight, and gods, he felt like a prisoner who hadn't seen the sun in years.

He's completely obsessed with you; he just needs the courage to verbalize that, but being honest, Leo felt like a coward at the moment.

While being lost in his thoughts (the thoughts being the pretty daughter of Apollo that never leaves his mind), the boy finally falls asleep.

Leo doesn't mind waking up if that means spending the day with the people he loves, so after getting ready for the day, he searches for you.

And he found you, talking with a much younger camper, helping him. You're smiling like it's the best day of your life, and Leo could swear that you're almost glowing.

The boy makes its way to you the same moment you finish talking to the kid, now having your full attention on Hephaestus' son.

"Leo! Good morning!" Your voice to him had the same effect as listening to his favorite music, it made him happy in ways he couldn't explain, even if his life depended on it. 

"Yn! Good morning!" He mimics you, not in a bad way, just a teasing one. You roll your eyes in fake annoyance.

"Sooo, did you sleep well, Valdez?" You ask, seeming really interested in the answer, but he knows that you're like that for everything, being extremely kind.

"Not really, would be better if I dreamed about you," you laugh amusingly.

"You say that every day, y'know?"

"I know, I say because it's true. " You can't help but blush a little. You're used to Leo flirting with you, but it never gets past that, so you just learned to joke back.

"Hilarious, Valdez... fortunately, I slept very well today, and I'm more excited than normal! I think it's because it's so sunny today, that's awesome, was thinking about going to the lake later. I can't waste such a pretty day like this one painting inside my cabin..."

"Unfortunately, I'll be in the bunker today, I have lots of things to do."

"What? No! You're coming with me, you can't waste this wonderful day either!" You grab his hands, walking toward the lake.

Leo could swear he would pass out at that moment. He couldn't even think about denying your offer, he would prefer dying to doing that.

After a few seconds, you guys get to the lake.

"Look how pretty it is! You have to go swimming with me, it’s a need.”

"Look, sunshine, water and fire don't get along so well, so I might skip that one" he says, apologetic. You frown, thinking.

"We don't need to go swimming, we can just talk, i really don't care." You smile lovingly at him.

"I don't want to ruin your day! There are many people that can go with you, you'll find someone better to do that." He's so oblivious that it's getting concerning.

"I want to spend time with you, Valdez. I don't mind if it's swimming or just talking, I want to, you know..be with you."

"Oh." He's acting like a loser, he can't think straight anymore and is blushing like crazy, but who cares?

"Oh?" You tease him, smiling.

"Yeah, we can. Just talk, I'm happy with that. " His smile was so genuine that made your heart melt.

That's when you realize you're still holding his hand, and you don't want to change that. You can feel he notices too.

Something just snapped in his head, now it’s the time, now or never, right?

"Yn? Can I tell you something?" He says it in a quiet tone, and you just nod.

"When I'm around you, it's like constantly drinking a shot of espresso, it's like being bathed in sunlight, you're incredibly energetic and enthusiastic, and i just can't get enough of you, you're my sunrise and daylight....all I'm saying is, gods, I very much love you more than just friends" You're surprised, really surprised, so surprised that you can't even speak for a moment, which just makes Leo even more nervous.

"Please say something...like, anything, a no it's better than silence because it’s less-“ Before he yaps again, you interrupt him:

"I like you too." The boy almost squeals of pure excitement.

"Seriously? Oh gods, oh gods. What?" He's so happy, it's so sincere, so soft, it's amazing, you can feel your heart beating so fast, and you don't even care; seeing him like this because of you is the best feeling you ever felt.

Then you see that one look, meant just for you, it's like time has frozen, and you're both thinking the same thing. Then, like all the stars aligned, you kissed him

#leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez fic #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson fic #heroes of olympus #daughter of apollo #apollo #son of apollo #child of apollo #espresso #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez headcanons #leo valdez imagines

[eleanorfenyx]

I have finished Mysterious Lotus Casebook, and here are some of my thoughts! (Obviously not spoiler free)

The cases are absolutely batshit insane and I loved it every single time they were like 'we totally collected this evidence that incriminates a secret suspect, just believe us and also don't question when the fuck we had the time to do this or when we figured out that we needed to look for it'. 10/10 no notes, that's a hilarious way to have a genius detective. Show us nothing, tell us everything, YES king.

That being said, I could have done with a lot less standing around having the supporting cast repeat whatever Li Lianhua and Fang Duobing announce, maybe in an attempt to make sure their genius is clear for the audience? I get it, but at the same time it felt a little too hand-holdy for me, especially in scenes where LLH and FDB had already discussed their findings between themselves before presenting them to the concerned bystanders. I can read between the lines (or else understand what has just been explicitly stated) without having every conclusion filtered through a slightly different sentence structure to make sure I got it.

Di Feisheng amnesia arc my fuckin beloved

Di Feisheng destroying his 'father' and freeing everyone in Di manor in a vicious act of catharsis that tied nicely into the main Nanyin bug-mind-control-thing narrative my beloved

Di Feisheng my beloved

The amount of times I was like...genuinely surprised he and Li Lianhua didn't kiss is both embarrassing (because I do in fact understand censorship and what I sign up for with these dramas and yet and yet) and numerous enough that I could...possibly...theoretically..write a 5+1 fic of every time I want them to kiss about it. No one hold me to that but it's something I think I'd like to do.

Re: the above point: because what the FUCK was that ending?!!! EXCUSE ME?! I gotta FIX THAT SHIT.

There will come a day when the strength of my hope for an unambiguously happy ending in a queer(-coded? is the source originally bl or is this its own thing?) wuxia drama is rewarded....but it is not this day. I must fix this myself.

Jiao Liqiao's laugh is one of the most annoying things I've ever heard. I was reaaaaally hoping someone would just up and stab her during one of her little evil laughing fits. At one point I was shouting "KILL HER, KILL HER" at my screen because I could NOT take anymore of her (unfortunately, I did in fact have to take more of her).

I still think her insistence on being obsessed with DFS is hysterical when he is so VISIBLY only interested in LLH. Explicitly STATES that his only life purpose is to fuck fight LLH again. Babygirl (derogatory) he is so fucking gay let's get you a nice knife to the gut instead, okay?

I thought the whole Shan Gudao plot was interesting, going from looking desperately for his body -> putting him to rest -> hunting for his murderer -> finding out he's alive/the mastermind behind everything going wrong (which I was proud of myself for realizing before the reveal, I'm normally bad at that) -> thwarting him with sass and superior martial arts at every possible turn -> killing him stone fuckin dead with beginner level skills because he's so up his own hole he can't see that's what's happening - was really fun!

He also has a SUPER annoying laugh he can fuck off

OH OH OH MARTIAL ARTS SKILL OF TRANS YOUR GENDER?! I MARRIED HER SO HER AFFAIRS ARE MY BUSINESS NOT YOURS??? ASKING YOUR WIFE FOR HER FORGIVENESS AND UNDERSTANDING AS YOU LAY DYING AND SHE GIVES IT TO YOU?????? OKAYYYYYYY

The twist at the end that LLH is the one with royal blood was so funny to me. Like it's a good twist and I love that Shan Gudao was just quite literally always a fuckin try-hard loser in ways he didn't even know, but also it was SO funny. Granny coming in clutch at the last fuckin minute with secret knowledge she just literally never shared.

LLH is such a smooth motherfucker. Shame about his insistence on dying when quite literally everyone (bar the people who suck) is begging this man to just live. Just LIVE DAMN IT!!!!! I really liked it when FDB begs him to just consider his own life as important for ONCE and remember that people care about him because YES his self-sacrificing and committment to Chilling Out Farmer Style was not the mercy he thought it was!

LIVE AND GROW OLD WITH DI FEISHENG YOU DAMN IDIOT (the likelihood of me resisting the urge to write at least the one fic for them is zero to none)

Unironically love spitting up blood as a plot device and this show is no different. The Drama. The Panache. The desperation of everyone around you because you have BLOOD coming out of your MOUTH and you are FAINTING. Poison acting up? Spit blood. Someone bitch slap you with their magical palm ability? Spit blood. Get stressed? Spit blood. Get stabbed? Spit blood. It's always good!

Okay I think that might be all I've got for now, if I think of anything else I'll add them in a reblog. I thoroughly enjoyed it, would definitely recommend!

#mysterious lotus casebook #my thoughts #for whatever they're worth #it was nice too because unlike say Word of Honor I didn't mind the overarching plot about the jianghu #and the magical cures/objects that everyone is racing/fighting each other to get to first #WOH was just plain boring outside of the interpersonal relationships in my opinion #but in this there were only a few times I really just did not care about the latest fetch quest and wanted to get back to the relationships

[v3nusxsky]

Hello !! Just dropping in to say hi and maybe ask a request (I feel bad 'cause I might be swamping you or annoying you with requests TvT)

Hope you're feeling good today!

And I just wanted to share something that happened to me (might be a good idea for a fic tbh 🥲 especially a platonic Larissa x student! reader). So there's this competition that I joined, my english teacher mentored me. I was very confident with my skills, and she really believed in me a whole lot (She saw my entry for the competition and gave me a thumbs up, that's a really good thing). When the results came out, I lost. We were both confused, because we know I had a great chance in entering the top ranks but welp just have to deal with it.

When the results came out, I was busy answering some worksheets. She came up to me and asked if I was okay, and she told me that the results came out. I was laughing out my nervousness, and when she showed me I didn't know what to say. She then immediately hugged me and told me it was okay and she was still proud of me (she really brought up my mommy issues that day. All throughout the day, until the awarding program, she comforted me. Received tons of hugs from her and it makes the pain of losing a bit better really.

I'm sorry for rambling hajdbchd again I hope you're okay!!! Sending lots of love and hugs <33

- 🦝

Private dancer 18+

*Authors note~ sorry for the wait but here's the highly requested part two for rhythm is a dancer.*

Trigger warnings~ daddy kink, shifted cock, dom Larissa degrading praise slight oral and fingering

Prompt~ Wrong ask! I’m so so sorry guys

part 2 for rhythm is a dancer

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Ever since that day where Larissa caught you dancing in the studio she'd been unable to keep her thoughts from wandering. You were her employee, she knew it was wrong but her ever growing feelings for you were only amplified by watching you that evening. And the amount of times, late at night she'd laid in bed in the dark touching herself to the memory would be borderline obsessive. Truly you were a beauty to be marvelled. The way your muscles extended and retracted with every movement was just delicious, often she'd catch herself thinking of how the rippling muscles would feel under her hands or lips which caused her to be uncomfortable for the rest of the day.

Ever since that night you'd noticed how Larissa would avoid you, and couldn't seem to hold your gaze without flushing a beautiful rose pink colour. She was truly beautiful but for the life of you, you couldn't work out what you'd done to warrant such a reaction from her. But you'd had enough that was for sure. You loved dance but dancing around Larissa instead of with her was not how you wanted to be.

Thankfully, Larissa was feeling the same, after all if you don't try, you never know. And the perfect opportunity arose. The Raven nearing to an end, you were chaperoning to see if those dance lessons were paying off, clearly miss Addams would be a rare case but you couldn't help but admire her uniqueness and timing. When Larissa began to approach you could feel yourself getting nervous, "miss y/n you've done an excellent job. Perhaps you'd like to come to my office for a glass of wine to celebrate?"  She tried to sound confident but you could tell she was nervous so you shot her a sweet smile and confirmed you'd go, "thank you Larissa that would be lovely." The way her name sounded from your lips was simply heavenly, how was it possible to want you more than she already did?

And that was how you found yourself sat on her sofa with a glass of wine in your tight fitting suit. Your crisp white shirt accompanied by a black blazer, tie and dress pants, a far cry from what you normally would be wearing and it seemed the older woman was having a hard time tearing her eyes from you. You were not doing much better, her dress hugging her curves perfectly, you were practically undressing your boss with your eyes. You wanted her just as much as she wanted you but neither of you knew the other was interested.

"Sweetheart? I have a confession to make" the blonde murmured scooting closer to you, "I've seen you dancing and I have to admit it's made my feelings grow more than a boss and employee relationship. It's okay if you don't feel the same, hell I don't even know if your gay but I just had to tell you" she trailed off sounding so insecure your heart broke. "Isa" you murmured not realising the nickname slipped as you chuckled to yourself, "god Ive wanted you for such a long time, why would a goddess like you want me?" The shock in her eyes at your words was truly something else, as if you'd both been touch starved for years your lips met eagerly, a sweet but passionate kiss.

That kiss spiralled into a make out session where Larissa pulled you onto her lap as hands roamed each others body. "Sweetheart, can I, can we? Do you wanna" she muttered against your neck. "Isa if you don't hurry up and fuck me I'll do it myself and make you watch" you threatened only to be cut off as she sucked on your pulse point leaving a nice hickey to form there. "Isa" you whined throwing your neck backwards, exposing more sensitive skin, "fuck me" you purred causing the older woman to stand with your legs wrapped around her waist as she walked you both to her conjoined bedroom. Her lips never left your throat intent on marking you up for all to see. You. Are. Hers.

Her lips only your skin to strip you of the blazer and fumble with your shirt buttons and slacks. Leaving you stood in underwear and some how still wearing the tie. You managed to free her from the dress before she dragged you to the bed by the tie. "gonna be good for me?" She murmured kissing down your neck to your boobs, the bra holding them up nicely. Expertly the bra was discarded and her mouth latched on to your right bud while her left hand toyed with your left bud. Your whimpers only spurring her on. "Darling say red if you want me to stop" she demanded watching you nod before she sunk down to settle between your thighs. Underwear slipped over your legs before being thrown haphazardly away. Her lips making contact with your soaked cunt. "Oh look at your pretty pussy love, it's so wet for me."

Only then did her lips make their way to your clit as her long slender fingers found your folds. "Oh fuck oh god please" you whimpered as your hips bucked upwards uncontrollably, "so needy please" you whined only to be met with her two fingers slipping into your cunt as she crocked then to hit the right spot, easily finding it as if she knew your body inside and out. "Oh darling, fuck I want to fill you up, mark you as mine, you'd look so beautiful carrying my babies, god wanna get you pregnant" she purred into your ear never stopping her movements bringing you closer to the edge until you whimpered , "can you um shift it?"

The spark in Larissa's eyes could only be from the sinful thoughts in her mind. With very little effort Larissa Weems, now had a very thick looking seven inches dick, proudly standing to attention, practically begging to feel your heat. "Oh fuck, daddy" you muttered to yourself before realising what you said. "Shit I'm sorry I just oh god fuck" you whined your brain short circuiting as your eyes drunk in the sight of her new appendage. "Daddy wants to fuck you sweetheart, fill you up with my seed, fuck it into you so good that you get pregnant. Can I? " she moaned slightly when her hand began to stroke her length, a new experience for her but not an unwelcome done. "Please please I'll take it please" you whimpered pathetically being jealous of her hand.

The moment she slipped the tip into your drenched folds you could've cried. Hands on your hips to pull you closer Larissa slipped into your core as your walls stung with the stretch. "Oh fuck daddy too big too big" you whined watching as she chuckled and brought her mouth to your chest, showering both with attention. "You're pussy is begging for more darling, that's not too big and even if I was I'd make it fit" she murmured before ramming her cock straight into your tight hole pulling a scream from your lips which faded into moan. "So tight and warm oh god, don't think I'll last long with this greedy cunt squeezing me. Should take a picture" she moaned and panted as she found her ruthless rhythm. All you could do is lay there and take her ruthless pace and whine and mewl at her actions, "daddy god so good daddy fuck feel you throbbing daddy."

You barely managed a whimper in protest as Larissa flipped you onto your hands and knees, continuing to fuck you nice and hard. "Such a whore for me, god gonna cum so hard making you're take my load. Don't waste it. Fuck fuck god such a pretty cum dump for daddy. Can't wait to make you pregnant sweetheart. Gonna cum so hard baby take it" she moaned as her cock let out long spurts of thick hot white seed into your tight cunt as it milked her dry.

"Daddy daddy daddy fuck oh god fill me up please oh god I'm cumming daddy fuck" you mewled as you both worked through your highs. Only when Larissa was sure you'd finished did she slip from your core and shift her anatomy back and immediately head to fetch a cloth and some lukewarm water. "Gonna clean you up sweetheart okay?" She murmured and you nodded allowing her to do what she needed but whimpering at how sensitive your folds were. "Shhh sweetheart, I know I know. Almost there baby" she comforted before getting rid of the cloth and coming to hold you in her arms.

"Darling can I ask you something" the shyness in her tone alerting you something was wrong so you immediately nodded. "Do you um well I shifted. I changed is that why you um" she trailed off looking away in an attempt to hide the tears that chocked her voice. "Isa my love, look at me" you murmured gently guiding her to face you, "baby I love you for what's in here." You placed your hand over her heart, "I love you for you Isa, yes you can shift which can be really fucking enjoyable as we found out tonight. But it's only enjoyable if you enjoy it too Isa. I'd happily take you how you are strapped up shifted. Isa I love you and I have for such a long time. I'd never ask you to shift bc there's no one better than you love." You finished your point and wiped her falling tears with the pad of your thumbs before sweetly kissing her lips. "Do you want me to go?" You mumbled feeling slightly insecure that you'd upset her. "No darling stay please" she mumbled holding onto your arm, looking at you with pleading eyes. "I'll stay Isa, bed time love?" To be met with a nod as you both settled into bed, arms wrapped around one another.

Word count~ 1738

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa weems x reader #weems x reader #weems #principal weems #weems smut #anon requested #long awaited part 2

[flickersprout]

Fic idea I will never write: the Federation realizes q!Cellbit is autistic WAY before he himself does. No wait hear me out here--

I don't actually headcanon q!Cellbit as autistic, honestly; a man can be Like That and still allistic and I love him for that. HOWEVER it's suuuch an easy hc. and people who hc that are so right, and i support them (just for the record I am autistic). So imagine:

Cellbit has NO IDEA he's autistic. A) I think he would explode if he seriously tried to introspect for even 5 minutes. B) He's so insistent on himself being the villain that he has an established pattern of ignoring or discounting any more sympathetic ideas about his backstory or motivations (see: him rejected the idea of his and Bagi's shared childhood). Do you seriously think he would consider the possibility that his weak empathy and obsession with mysteries over most of his friends and social struggles come from something other than "yeah I'm a soulless monster"? No. No he would not.

But the Fed is stalking and analyzing everyone! And canonically has mental health professionals onsite! So the Federation one day realizes: hey, this guy has autism. we've been manipulating him wrong this whole time and making everything harder for ourselves.

Cellbit, meanwhile is absolutely baffled by the sudden switch in tactics from the Fed. Out of nowhere they're no longer trying to stop him from solving mysteries, they're throwing random red herring puzzles at him. He's still getting threatened a decent amount, but instead of offering safety or items or "normal" things when the Fed is trying to make a deal, he is Exclusively getting offered food and mystery-related things. It seems like every Fed worker suddenly figured out that holding meetings in rooms with fans and fluorescent lights really fucks him up and he can't pay as much attention. Cucurucho keeps asking him his opinions on textures. It's bizarre, blatant manipulation and honestly it's a lot harder to resist than what they were doing before.

Idk where I'd go with the fic after that--maybe Cellbit finds Federation files on people, notices that his own has a whole page dedicated to the diagnosis and his symptoms and what he likes/hates for manipulation purposes, and freaks out about it? Maybe the rest of the island also notices that something's changed with how the Fed treats Cellbit and gets protective? Idk, all I've got is how fucking funny I think this situation could be

#flick says things #qsmp #qsmp cellbit #honestly idk

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 2

Propaganda under the cut

Erina Pendleton

Erina is SO MUCH MORE than just a "Generic Love Interest" that was brought in the story to continue the bloodline after everything that happens (and it's made abundantly clear time and time and TIME AGAIN that she means everything to Jonathan, to a point that she was his exact reason to standing up against Dio for the first time) but without fail she's only ever allowed to be the supportive best friend. Or a wingman for Jonathan and whoever he's being shipped with. Or simply supposed to sit there and allow her husband to have a male lover (the amount of posts I've seen of ppl using the excuse that 'it was very common back in the Victorian Era for men to keep male lovers that their wives were aware of and quietly accepted so it isn't a stretch to say that Erina and Jonathan wouldn't be the same--especially given how progressive she's written". Or of course my favorite when they completely erase her from the narrative and pretends she doesn't exist Jonathan's got their son for some reason, but nope she ain't there! 

a lot of times ppl who ship her CANON HUSBAND jonathan joestar with speedwagon will put her on the back burner of HER OWN CANON RELATIONSHIP in favor of propping up jonawagon, to the point where 90% of the archive for jonawagon/jonawagon(eri) is either erina giving jonathan and speedwagon consent to be happy together while she acts like a #LoveIsLove wingman OR they'll have the audacity to write fics where erina comforts speedwagon at HER HUSBAND'S FUNERAL

Our hero’s hot wife who was the first (and arguably) only person to give him the emotional support he needed. She’s the only person who never expects him to fulfill some mythical role, she just loves him for who he is. She’s been his best friend and the love of his life since he was 12 years old. When it comes to hero/sidekick ship, she’s forced to be a wing woman for her own husband, either nobly letting him go or peacefully agreeing to an open relationship but only for him!!! She gets nothing out of it, she’s just a good Victorian wife who is “ahead of her time”. Usually, just so she can provide a womb so that the hero/sidekick can be dads and she can conveniently be offscreen. OR she’s written as a lesbian in order to completely and “justifiably” take her out of the equation but there’s a.) no other woman in her vicinity to even ship her with b.) there’s vaguely some faceless, nameless woman we’re meant to assume she’s pursuing, not even a real OC for her.

Alana Bloom

she kissed will graham in s1 and dated hannibal in s2 so you can imagine how bad the fandom is to her. fun fact she's in a canon lesbian relationship now tho <3

The show literally does the yaoi treatment of victimisation for the benefit of the male leads to her. And then the fandom mistreats her

I'm not sure if this even counts but...Literally a victim of Yaoi along with several other characters in-series, but she got it almost the worst. The entire show is just people dying because the two male leads are OBSESSED with each other and can't be normal about anything. Alana Bloom, actual PhD of psychology and consultant to the FBI, got kissed by one guy, fucked and fed people-meant by the other, and pushed out a window by the murder husbands' forced-surrogate daughter. Like. Actual victim of several crimes caused by yaoi. She's probably one of the few examples of a Yaoi Victim overcoming and evolving past her yaoi-related trauma into a stronger person/character, though: She gets an entire character overhaul and a hot, millionairess for a wife. She kills a man with an eel. She becomes head of the BSHCI, effectively putting her in complete power over her jackass cannibal ex-bf. She does quite well. Unfortunately, the rest of her screen time is spent trying not to get killed in the ongoing fallout of Hannibal and Will's fucked up courtship, but hey. Can't have everything. I don't even know if I'm saying anything valid here: the fandom loves her, but I supposed her position outside of the Hannigram relationship relegates her to a non-subject in a lot of Hannigram-focused fanwork. She's an 'obstacle' to their relationship only in the sense that Will had a crush on her once that went nowhere and Hannibal started an actual relationship with her SPECIFICALLY to piss off Will. I guess she's also a more literal obstacle as Hannibal's jailer and Will's friend who's constantly pointing out to him that Morals exist and he should try having some of those, maybe.

#round 2 #poll #erina pendleton #jjba #jjba part 1 #jojo's bizarre adventure #alana bloom #hannibal #nbc hannibal

[andr0medafallen]

First Love

A/N: Republishing my old fics

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: Fluff, lost love, slightly juvenile, but in a cute way, me making up a ton of shit about New York City But I'm from LA so I get the vibe

Description: Ten years is a long time, but it seems that you can never forget your first love.

Word Count: 2.5k

You’ve never felt too much one way or another about New York City. Lots of people have such strong opinions about it. You couldn’t begin to count the amount of times people have found out that you grew up in the City and started ranting to you about how wonderful and exciting it is, or how it’s gross and smells like shit. Or even worse, asking you to assert your nonexistent opinions on the rather arbitrary matter. You honestly didn’t care about the city itself; It was the people you missed when you moved out of town, that’s what still sometimes inspires an ache in your chest. You weren’t even that old when you moved away, not really; probably just around fourteen, but you still sometimes find yourself thinking about all the friends you’d had to leave behind because of your Dad’s shiny new job. It’s always hard to reconcile decisions that we don’t get to make, but that affect the course of our lives so drastically.

Still, with so many people asking for your obviously superior New York native opinion, of course you had to return to make sure that you weren’t misguiding anyone. Return to all of your old comforts like giant rats, and traffic. And the subway! Oh, the subway. Nobody does vaguely uncomfortable and endlessly interesting public transportation like you, New York.

You’re riding that very grungy subway now, stuck between two arbitrary hotspots of childhood memories, opening and closing various apps on your phone in an attempt to ignore the girl across from you, who is very obviously staring. If staring in a normal way is a thing, this is the opposite of that. Eyes wide, frequently shifting as if she wants to make a move to talk to you, which you would, quite frankly, rather avoid.

She seems nice enough, from the glimpses you manage to get without meeting her eye contact. Like, she doesn’t seem like she is being actively antagonistic. But the thing is, no one wants to talk to a random person on the subway; it’s the physical embodiment of stranger danger. And let's be honest, no sane person has that many bandaids on their face.

When the next stop comes and goes and neither of you make a move toward the exit, you huff a small breath, square your shoulders, and look up at her, ready for a confrontation; It takes about .2 seconds to get her attention, given that she is still looking at you as if you’re some sort of spectral projection.

“Can I help you?” You say it in that tone that you’ve spent years mastering. A lot aggressive and a little confused, to deter the advances of the creepy and ensure the empathy of the well-meaning.

“Oh! Me? You’re talking to…Yeah, um. Sorry, you look like someone I know.” She trails off, looking like she might have something else to say when it clicks. You might not have recognized her if it weren’t for the news articles that all of your friends like to wave around, exclaiming how ‘your first kiss is a superhero, dude’ and asking you how it feels having ‘an ex-girlfriend who is that much cooler than you. Which isn’t even true; Even if you look past how young the two of you had been, you weren’t even technically dating. It doesn’t really matter that you’ve never stopped thinking about her even though all you’d been doing was ‘practicing’.

You give her a small, hesitant grin. Maybe you have way too many conflicted feelings about her to have a normal conversation, but you can at least try. “Kate? Oh my god, you should’ve just said something. You were freaking me out, I thought you might have laser vision or something.”

Kate chuckles, fidgeting with the sleeve of her over-shirt—lavender colored, because of course she still hasn’t gotten over her random obsession with the color. “No, no laser vision.”

“Right, the superhero stuff! I mean, clearly you don’t need it,” you nudge her arm playfully. “Seem to be doing just fine with all those archery medals.”

Kate chuckles, face going pink. “Thanks.” There’s a bit of an awkward pause, before, “I didn’t know you were back in New York.”

“Oh, well…I’m not. Not permanently, anyways, it’s just a couple of weeks.” You give Kate a shy grin. “Wanted to tour all of our old haunts.”

“Tour the haunts without meeting up with the ghost? C’mon, I’ve got nothing to do for the rest of the day, we should catch up!”

You raise an eyebrow as Kate grins at you. “When you say ‘I’ve got nothing to do for the rest of the day,’ am I supposed to be ignoring the purple duffle bag with arrows sticking out?” You ask, mentioning the elephant in the room—well, there are plenty, it’s the subway, but that was the only one relevant to Kate.

“Yeah, duh. You’re thinking ice cream, right? God, it’s been so hot recently, you really could have caught us at a more flattering month—”

“You’re saying I should have come in December? Maybe I was planning my trip around your schedule, you seemed so busy at the time.” Kate doesn’t answer, just smirks at you smugly when the doors open at the next stop, grabbing your arm and forcing you to weave through the interwoven crowds of people if you want to have any chance of not hitting anyone or being hit. You don’t even have time to try to figure out where she’s dragging you, all of your energy and focus spent on trying to keep up so you won’t be unintentionally dragged to the floor.

When you get to the street level, you can feel the sun beating down on you, hardly able to see as your eyes adjust from the subway’s cool darkness. If it’s any consolation, there is some slight amount more walking (and breathing) room on the ground floor of the city. It’s a low bar, but at least you’re no longer in danger of trampling and death by asphyxiation.

“Kate, you’re crazy,” You tell her, still recovering from your exciting and absolutely unnecessary adventure.

“Big Dipper sound good? I’m paying, of course. We should catch up, I don’t live far from here.”

“Kate, you’re crazy.”

“Don’t be silly, come on.” Her grip on you shifts from your forearm to your hand, interlocking your fingers. You blush, emotions warring inside you like fire and water, unsure whether it will extinguish the flames or make them brighter. You never know what she means by things like that, or what her motives are. Still, you listen to her little rants as you walk to the little ice cream shop; You pay close attention to every crazy story of her adventures, from getting kicked out of University to becoming ‘basically an avenger.’ It doesn’t matter what she tells you, you’ll always listen. 

It’s not long before you’re at the doors of the white and blue ice cream store. Kate opens the door for you, the smells of vanilla and baked cones filling your senses with childlike wonder only slightly tinged by melancholic nostalgia. Kate continues talking your ear off as you wait in line. Life, death, The Beatles, the proper attire to wear to your enemies funeral; she never seems to care much what’s spoken as long as there is talking. You aren’t complicit in the conversation, either, adding little quips about up and coming celebrities or snarky remarks about mosquitoes. 

She still hasn’t let go of your hand as you’re walking out of the small shop. You’ve got your ice cream—chocolate for Kate and Chai for you, in waffle cones, because you aren’t paying—and she’s leading you down some strange alley; presumably to her apartment.

“What have you been doing, anyways? Since you moved to Arkansas?” Kate asks. She doesn’t wait for your reply, letting go of your hand to jump up and drag down the white-painted metal ladder of a fire escape. 

“California, dickhead. Do you expect me to climb up that, because I—”

“Yeah, the doorman’s a dickhead, this is the easiest way to avoid him.” Kate climbs up the ladder and reaches out her hand to help you out.

You cross your arms over your chest. “I know you don’t enter your own apartment through the window so that you can avoid the doorman.”

“Well, if you don’t know that, then you’re more stupid than I thought.”

You gasp, grabbing her hand indignantly even as you accept her help. “Asshole,” you proclaim, as she hauls you up with so much strength that you hardly have to help. Fucking show-off.

“It’s only four more flights up.”

You laugh; At first it's in shock, but honestly, you don’t know the last time you’ve had this much fun. Kate is crazy, and street stupid, and probably has waaaaay too much time on her hands, but no one can claim that she isn’t fun. Even if she does have a tendency to drag people around New York City and climb up very sketchy ladders. Very tetanisy ladders too; You’ll make sure to avoid the safety violating railing—which will be such a fun experience from this high up. That one is sarcastic though, the railings are very un-fun.

“No, but seriously,” she starts up again, reckoning back to your earlier conversation. “What’ve you been up to? You stopped texting.”

“Yeah, well…you always responded, but you never started conversations. You know? I was out here busting my ass to find a new superhero of the day on day 412, and it felt like it was a chore for you to just respond. And it’s not like I was ever planning on moving back, and you…” You swallow, about to let loose some of your deepest insecurities which you had always seemed so bad at hiding from her way back when. “You were just practicing.”

Practicing. That was the phrase the two of you had used. You were 13, maybe 14. Practicing because you had to be a good kisser when a boy finally kissed you. It wasn’t your fault that it wasn’t practice for you. What it was you had been practicing for never seemed to be as good as the practice. It wasn’t your fault that you’d caught feelings so long ago that you still haven’t managed to forget about. How could that be your fault?

Kate pauses. One flight from your destination, but who’s keeping track. “Oh…” You could see the gears shifting in her brain, the furrow in her brows that she always gets when she’s thinking too hard. The way her mouth stays in that perfect ‘o’ shape even after she has trailed off.

“I mean, it’s so stupid, I know,” you continued, gesturing wildly. “Like we were just kids, really, just stupid middle schoolers, and I swear to God, I wasn’t even trying to see you today–”

“--That’s less flattering than you think it is.”

“But I don’t know, there’s that saying?” You were rambling. You knew you were rambling, but you couldn’t manage to make yourself stop talking. “About first love, that’s like…I don’t know, now that I’m saying it out loud it sounds stupid, but it’s like ‘you never forget your first love’, and–oh my god, did I just say I love you?” Your voice is small at the end. Like a manual engine puttering out cause you didn’t give it enough gas. And Kate is just staring at you, hardly helping.

“That was a very longwinded way of asking if I’m gay,” Kate mentions, face betraying no emotions. It was a cool stone surface. Not harsh or punishing, but betraying nothing. A jarring contrast to her usually expressive manner. 

“I wasn’t asking if you’re—”

“Well I am. I didn’t even know that you could be gay until we went to pride club for the free potluck that one time, and I got in trouble for that.” You remembered it. It was fun, but she told you she couldn’t go again cause she got in a fight with her mom. The standards she was held to that you were always second to. Pretty, smart, rich girl who you apparently didn’t know like you thought you did. “And I’m sorry I never started conversations, or sent letters, or did all the things I know you probably wanted me to do.” Kate shifts, resting her hips against the rusty railing. Someone call OSHA. “But you can’t possibly think that I didn’t miss you. That I didn’t want you to come back. You were my first kiss, and…my first love. Even if it took me a while to notice.”

It was your turn to stare. Your turn to say, “Oh,” eyes wide. “I mean…I guess we were the only girls in our grade who made out behind the bleachers.”

Kate snorted, surmounting the final flight of stairs. “So not true. Eva and Zoe?”

You gasped, following. “Oh my god, how did I not realize that?”

The window was hardly large enough for either of you to fit through when you made it to Kate’s floor, and your mind was once again flooded with this can’t possibly be the most efficient way to enter this building thoughts when Kate tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re terribly unobservant,” she muttered with a smile.

“And you’re unnecessarily unobvious.”

“Would it be obvious enough if I asked you to stay?”

You lean into the caress of her warm palm, even as your heart skips a beat. “I can’t stay. I have a life, I can’t just drop all of my obligations.” You left out the ‘even if I want to’ bit.

“You could. I have a lot of fucking money, and New York has no shortage of potential obligations.”

You scoff jokingly. “What, the trust fund didn’t get spent on the bell tower?”

“You stalking me or something, princess? Believe it or not, I managed to earn it back. Kind of.” Her joking tone fades away like a sunset, leaving nothing but dark blue peace and stars in her eyes. “Please, stay.”

Turning your weeklong vacation into a permanent living situation because someone you haven’t seen in ten years asks you to seems like a god-awful idea, but somehow Kate has some magical ability to make it seem like the best idea in the world. Like choosing anything else would be the worst decision you could ever make. Likes she’s a fucking liar when she says she doesn’t have any superpowers.

So you begrudgingly reconcile, “I’ll think about it.” Big decisions can wait for the morning. Ruining or saving your entire future can be tomorrow's decision. But the two of you have a lot to catch up on. Ten years is a long time, but it seems that you can never forget your first love.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fanfic #reader insert #fanfic #kate bishop fluff

[thatonefatgumsimp]

Which Secret Life POVs I've Watched So Far (will be updated and edited as I finish)

OK so I may or may not have gotten distracted again- oops- but basically I'm putting here which POVs I've already watched in full and what my first thought about each one was.

-WARNING: wall of texts and ramblings from an mcyt obsessed audhd under the cut...and also spoilers. Don't click unless you're ready for simultaneously spoilers and an ungodly amount of text lol-

Grian: "God this series is so hype I can't wait to see what all happens and- OMG GEM IS HERE! :D GEM IS GREAT! I can't wait to see her kick Etho's ass at PvP again /lh ...waiminute...is that logo on the statue...is that the Watcher logo??? Huh??? Wait...and why does it have the same mossiness of the Entity and Grian's s9 base? Suspicious...OMG the chaotic Best Friend energy with Mumbo and Grian- tbh would be me and my best friend on any given day. Amazing. Their laughter is so infectious too lmao- Oough merch! Pretty :3 Wait it's over already? Aweeeeh ): can't wait for the next episode tho!"

Mumbo: "Wait he switched sides of the circle when Martyn punched Jimmy lmaoooo just like 'these people are crazy, save me, Grian-' 💀 The best friend energy omg still amazing I love their dynamic so much! Ooh a sideways house that *IS* an interesting idea! WHY DOES JIMMY KEEP BREAKING THE CRAFTING TABLES LMAO Hmmmmm Impulse ik cherry blossom is great, but that salesman voice is indeed very sus. I'm with Mumbo on this one."

Skizz: "Idk I watched it when I was very tired last night and all I remember is 'Awwweh a frog! Take care of him...WH- TANGO!!!' and also him apologizing to Gem which was very nice. Oh yeah and love island <3"

Jimmy: "Alright, Timmy, you've got this. Just don't die and- OMG MARTYN NOOOO LMAOO- Aweeeh it's like when you have a really young sibling or you're, like, a parent or something and you kiss the child's scraped knee to make it feel better- 🥺 wholesome. THANK YOU! I thought I was alone in recognizing that symbol, thank you for acknowledging it. JIMMY LOOK OUT OMG YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK! OK but the task. This man is an absolute menace lol. Aweh that's very nice of Scar to compliment Jimmy's outfit! SCOTT LMFAOOOO YOU'RE SO RIGHT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME 💀 Jimmy building in the Mesa? Tumble Town 2 electric boogaloo?? 'Hmmmm if Scar's building a shack, we're gonna have to have a shack-off, mine's better.' NO JIMMY DON'T STEAL THE CAMEL! D: pftttt Scar would- remember the Relation-ship? And the Ranch? Arson boy lol. THE VALLEY GIRL ACCENT I CAN'T- 😭"

Scar: "OK, Scar, you can do the task, I believe in you. I've seen 4 other POVs which prove that you failed, but I still believe in you. OMG THAT'S WHY HE COMPLIMENTED JIMMY'S OUTFIT LMAOOO I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION- So true, Scott. So true. But you can't stop them, they're still gonna end up neighbors. I know, I already watched Jimmy's POV. SCAR NOOOO YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM- The way he jumped in the water- 💀 hc that c!Scar shook out his long-ish messy brown hair like a dog after that. Cuz he would. 'I'll make an exception for you. The first and ONLY exception.' if someone doesn't use this as, like, a fanfic title or something I swear- literally perfect material for a c!Scarian fic title. AWEEEEEEH HE CALLED GRIAN THE LIGHT OF HIS LIFE- I CAN'T BHATGLFYSJBJSRSKBLBK 🥺 Scar just like 'y'all crazy. Bye.' AWEEEEH GRIAN AND SCAR'S CAMEL RIDE! DESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUO! The way they stare at the hole Big B dug like *insert surprised Pikachu here* awwwwweh the way he let Grian have the cactus monopoly 🥺 you will never not convince me that bullying is their love language. c!desertduo bullies each other affectionately...I'm so normal about c!desertduo I promise- HE TALKED ABOUT ASOKA FOR 30 MINUTES OFC HE DID- 💀😭 I was wondering why he didn't include it lmao- NOT SCAR TREATING THE CAMEL LIKE A DISNEY RIDE LOL learning about the task goodies with Tango, Jimmy, and Scar 101 'IS IT A ROCKET' LMAOOOOO- HE'S SUFFOCATING AGAIN- SCAR BE CAREFULLLLL!!! Ik it's not in the comments, but, I GOT TO THIS POINT AND I'M ENJOYING IT, SCAR! Love this series sm and I'm only 5 POVs in lol. 'It's looking kinda like a shack' 'fancy house and exotic materials' indeed, Etho. Also yes, Scar, part of what gave it away is that ur favorite color is orange lol /lh the fact that Jimmy is the only one I've seen to call him 'Obi' when he says 'Hello There'- amazing. 'Nonono it's not a shack, look at that entrance!' But, Scar, you just said- ...OK- 'this is my shack' OK, Scar I'm confused. Is it or isn't it a shack? Ofc he cut out the arson threats and allegations smh /lh 'until next time, we'll see you later, and don't forget to subscribe because you may just become. SCARRRRED FOR LIFE!' ...yes I've memorized his outro-"

Martyn: "Wait OK before we start- are we sure that punching Jimmy didn't just, like, transfer the canary's curse? /lh like it could also be that he won last series and now he's the 'wet cat' of the first episode like I saw in another post, but like, what if?? I guess we'll see, huh? The awkward 'goodbye' and then walking the same way lmaooo 💀 Lizzie and Gem: 'WE HAVE TO GET TO THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS!' Martyn: 'uhhhhh anyways so-' what am I gonna get? Well uhhh probably one of the life hoodies, but I'll probably have to convince my mom to get it as a Christmas gift cuz I already spent a lot in the last month cuz I have no self control- but yeah probably the balloon hearts hoodie or the drippy hearts one. Love those. 'Ofc no wearing helmets' Scar, who has a helmet: 'Hi, Martyn!' 'oh mY GOd you scared me-' Payback for the jumpscare to Grian last series /lh /hj 'friends?' 'friends?' 'friends?' 'Helloooooo!' 'Martyn!' Idk why but that interaction made me exhale like- just imagine shouting through the walls in a cave to your friends irl. Omg now I'm imagining it with the reverb- 'you couldn't spare a heart, could you?' gives off the vibes of 'please sir, could I have some more?' Oliver Twist who? /lhj Bdubs and his chainmail lol 'THERE'S A SPAWNER?!' yeah...he's definitely having a rough first session- o7 'what is happening out there-?' I'd like to know too, Martyn, unfortunately I haven't watched their POVs yet. Also Etho saying 'BDUBS RUN! HIDE!' I- I'm normal about c!Ethubs I promise- 'YOU GOT HORSE ARMOR?!' ofc the local horsegirl /lhhj would ask about that lol- NOT ETHO TURNING INTO CANADIAN DAVID ATTENBOROUGH AND NARRATING HIS, MARTYN'S, AND BDUBS' ADVENTURES THROUGH THE CAVE- I- 💀 'this could go viral' true, Bdubs lol. BDUBS' MIC CUTTING OUT I'M CRYING- Gem's reaction of 'a what?!' and Scott's response of 'we just don't have a healer' is just perfect lol. Love that. WE'RE PLAYING THE MARTYN GETS NERFED MOD! TODAY WE CODED IT SO ALL THE MOBS ATTACK MARTYN AND ONLY MARTYN! that's the vibes Scott's comment gave me lol- 12 HEARTS?!? MARTYN!! OMG BE MORE CAREFUL!!! This Martyn nerf hitting hard- 'this could be really bad if I get poisoned-' YES IT COULD, MARTYN, YOU'RE ALREADY AT 12 HEARTS- IT'S LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO BE THE FIRST TO YELLOW- /lh bro Martyn being risky is making my anxiety go 📈📈📈📈📈 BE MORE CAREFUL, MARTYN, PLS- I BEG OF U- MARTYN GOING TO THE NETHER- 📈📈📈 MARTYN THERE ARE GHASTS- PLEASE- I- AAAAAAAAAAAAA! MARTYNNNN! OMG! IS HE ALWAYS THIS RISKY, USUAL MARTYN VIEWERS?! CUZ IF SO IDT I'M GONNA SURVIVE BINGING ALL THE LIFE SERIES- 'ughhh I swear, dude, I swear, I'm gonna cry!!!' I AM TOO, PLEASE STOP GETTING INTO DANGER, MARTYN- Martyn saying damnit is me the whole time he's out risking his hearts. My heart can't take this kind of pressure, Martyn please stop being so riskyyyy- 😭 nINE HEARTS- MARTYN!!!! Istg I'm not surviving this episode- my heart is just- 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈 his pICKAXE BROKE?! OH YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! 'OH MY GOD, THE SUN!' I'M HAPPY TOO, HOPEFULLY HE DOESN'T LOSE TOO MANY MORE HEARTS. 'I've been to the nether and everything!' Yeah, imma be honest, I don't get that one. Like, didn't you write a song lITERALLY CALLED 'Screw The Nether' with friends????! /lh Lizzie's 'oh wow' 💀 fIVE AND A HALF HEARTS!! MARTYNNNN!!! OMG! 📈📈📈 NOT THE DROWNED- 😭 LEAVE HIM ALONE, BRUH, HE JUST TRYNA SURVIVE- Martyn panicking- same, bestie- Lizzie just like 'oh you stole my bed? Didn't notice' 💀 #1 way to tempt a horsegirl: offer something to protect his horse /lhj Cleo's laugh lol- infectious. MARTYN ZOOMING IN AND JIMMY JUST BRINGING BACK SCAR'S CAMEL IN THE BACKGROUND I CAN'T-"

OK I'm posting this and I'll rb for the other POVs, but Cleo's next.

So let's see, next rb is probably gonna be Cleo, Gem, Tango, Scott, Bdubs, and Pearl.

Third rb is probably gonna be Etho, Joel, Lizzie, Impulse, and BigB.

3 maybe 4 rb max.

#YOOOO THANK GOD IT SAVED MOST OF THIS IN DRAFTS I CLICKED AWAY AND FORGOT TO SAVE I WAS ABOUT TO CRY- #tofs musings #my thoughts on the first session of Secret Life #secret life #secret life spoilers #trafficblr #traffic life smp #grian #mumbo jumbo #skizzleman #solidaritygaming #goodtimeswithscar #inthelittlewood #also the reason that some of them are way longer is cuz I'm writing them as I watch and not after the fact

[ironstrange1991]

Intoxicated

+18 Smut

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: A specific task at work causes the reader to spend the afternoon working with Stephen which leads to a certain disagreement and with her being punished in a different way.

Word Count: 3,6k

Warnings: A bit of angst, toxic behavior, narcissistic behavior, exhibitionism, smoking, slight bondage (magic rope), male and female masturbation, p in v, creampie.

A/N: I used the plot of this fic to delve a little deeper into Supreme Strange's personality. He is unbearably cocky and arrogant but I hope you enjoy reading him as much as I love writing him. Also this was the song that inspired this fic

It was just another ordinary day at the Baxter Institute. Ultron robots were helping your father carry materials for the expansion of his new laboratory and that filled your heart with a nostalgic feeling. He was working in some new armor even more powerful than the last one. You still remembered that at first when he started working on the Mark II after being kidnapped by terrorists he worked from home, turning the basement of the Malibu Mansion into an advanced workshop full of new creations.

Sometimes you would go back to your bed, other times you would sleep on the sofa he purposely placed there for you. However, after he built the Stark Tower in NY and created the Institute with Xavier and Stephen he went to work there and you moved to the Tower. Those nights became just part of your memories.

God you missed that house. You loved that place, you loved the smell of metal mixed with the loud classic rock music and the sound of him hammering those armor pieces.  

You remembered that sometimes you would lose sleep in the middle of the night and find him there working. You used to make hot chocolate for the two of you, or brought two cans of soda if it was hot and you would spend the rest of the night talking.

That afternoon you were following your father's orders, trying and failing to come up with a magic containment device, basically handcuffs for sorcerers. It was something Stephen suggested at one of the Illuminati meetings to calm Mordo who was obsessed with the idea that there were too many sorcerers and little way to contain them.

You thought it was all unnecessary and you were quite annoyed when your father gave you the task as he had better things to do of course. The only good part of working on it was that you were spending most of the day with Stephen, after all you needed to know if it was working and the best way to test it was with the closest sorcerer who happened to be your arrogant boyfriend.

"That's ridiculous" You said annoyed when he again managed to free himself from the handcuffs with a wry smile on his lips that made you want to punch him in the face.

"No, it's not ridiculous, you just need to find the exact amount of magical material to use without rendering the sorcerer, me in this case, unconscious."

The magical material he was referring to was the Nisanti sands which you carefully dispensed into a small glass vessel attached to the handcuffs. You removed his handcuffs and went back to open the tiny little flask depositing more sand with the help of a microscope.

Stephen approached you hugging you from behind "I love watching you work, honey. You look so serious in your lab coat, looking through the microscope. It makes me completely horny, do you know that?"

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" You sighed in annoyance when he fidgeted with your arm causing you to drop more sand in the small flask than you would have liked "Stephen.. I'm working!"

He chuckled and released you sitting on top of the counter you were working on. You shot him an irritated look. You also thought he was incredibly sexy in a lab coat, normal blue robes and sneakers. Not that you didn't like his sorcerer clothes, but that way he looked more human and less like a magical being, almost divine as you saw him when he wore his blue Sorcerer Supreme robes and his majestic blue cloak.

"Why didn't your father do that? I bet he didn't want to spend so much time with me. He's been avoiding me since we told him we're dating."

You closed the little glass jar and remounted the handcuffs "Or he's just too excited about his own projects and has nothing to do with you." You said moving away from the microscope. He nodded, holding out both hands for you to put on the cuffs. "Not everything has to be about you Stephen Strange" He smirked "Sorry but I find this hard to believe."

He sighed, getting up from the counter and moving his hands again properly now, using all his strength. The green sand inside the glass seemed to glow, he staggered and you grabbed his arms "Hey Stephen, are you ok?"

You closed the cuffs and he moved his fingers normally as he always did for magic, but this time nothing happened. He groaned insisting and you smiled satisfied "It seems to work" You stated.  He raised an eyebrow "And you seem to like it more than you should. Come on, take this from me." You chuckled standing on tiptoe to kiss his lips "I'm just celebrating the result of my work. Come on, try harder Stephen, an evil wizard won't give up so easily."

He frowned and you were quick to apologize “I mean sorcerer”

He supported his body weight on you shaking his head and looking at you a little surprised "How much of that sand did you use?" You frowned "More than I intended." You took off his handcuffs and he took a deep breath "It works" He stated.

You agreed pulling a chair for him to sit down "It works" You repeated stroking his face and checking if he was ok "Are you ok?" He nodded pushing you away from him "I'm fine, finish your work" He replied rudely.

You sighed heavily putting away the things that were on the counter. Stephen was too proud to give up his tough sorcerer pose and you knew that even if you was just doing your job he was going to make you pay for what you did to him in some not-so-subtle way.

"Should I call Mordo and say it worked or do you want to run some more tests?" You asked coldly, disguising the way his attitude hurted you.

He shook his head negatively "No more testing. If it's strong enough for me, it should serve Mordo's purposes" You nodded taking your cell phone from your pocket and calling the Master who answered promptly. You agreed that he would fetch the handcuffs the next day, you had plans to make it a little more interesting before handing it over to its proper purpose, but any idea that had crossed your mind quickly dissipated when you realized that Stephen would never give up control to make it work.

"If you don't mind Stephen, I have work to do now." You said walking away and sitting at your desk determined to finish the reports you promised to deliver to Reed by the end of the week. He raised an eyebrow realizing he was being dismissed.

"I upset you" He said getting up slowly and you struggled not to take your eyes off your computer screen. "Honey I'm sorry, I was a little surprised at the effect the sand had on me, that's all." You sighed staring at him without bothering to try to hide your angry expression "You need to learn to control your temper Stephen. I'm not obligated to accept being treated this way" He walked around your desk and positioned himself behind your chair, both hands massaging your shoulders "I know, you're right. I'm sorry."

You sighed in frustration, your body reacting to his touch as it always did. "I need to work now, I need to deliver this paperwork to Reed by Friday…" He placed both thumbs on the back of your neck massaging in circular motions and you interrupted what you were saying with a low moan. "It's good, isn't it?" He asked teasing you. You nodded.

"What if we take the rest of the day off? Tomorrow I'll help you finish whatever you have to do."

You vehemently denied "I need to finish this..." He interrupted what you were saying by forcing your head to the side and arranging your neck for him and placed an open mouth kiss on the area just below your ear "Please" He kissed again and continued kissing the entire length of your neck making your skin crawl "Please" He repeated with his baritone voice that drove you crazy.

"I promise you won't regret it" You moaned louder now as he moved his hand down your chest touching your breast over the fabric of your shirt and kissed the back of your neck and your head obediently lolled to the side revealing the other side of your neck to him. There was no use in resisting, he always won in the end. "Promise you'll improve your behavior, Stephen." He hummed in your ear and bit your earlobe "I already apologized honey"

You shook your head "You always say sorry and then do it again. You know it hurts me" He shushed you and raised his hand from your breast to your face and turned your chair so you were looking at him and lowered himself to kiss your lips "I love you y/n I know I'm not easy to deal with but you know I love you don't you?"

You nodded surrendering "I love you too Stephen." He smiled, that cocky sideways smile that make your heart race and fill your stomach with butterflies "Okay, so get your stuff and let's go home" He said authoritatively giving a quick kiss on your lips, but you cupped his face in your hands kissing him properly without realizing your father had walked into your office. He  cleared his throat so you would notice his presence.

Stephen stepped away "Stark" he greeted in an arrogant and mocking tone of voice. You turned to face your father, totally embarrassed. "Is everything okay, Dad? Do you need something?" He crossed his arms, not bothering to hide his displeasure at the scene he'd just witnessed.

 "I came to check on the progress of the work, but it seems you already finished." You got up going to him and opened the drawer where you kept the handcuffs and handed it to his hands "It works. Stephen tested it and it's ready to use. Mordo will pick it up tomorrow morning" He agreed throwing an unfriendly look at Stephen who seemed to be amused. "Fine, I won't bother you anymore." He returned the handcuffs to your hand and left before you could say anything. You sighed putting the cuffs back into the drawer.

"Your father is an idiot." You glared at Stephen angrily "Why do you think he doesn't like you Stephen? Does it have something to do with your behavior?" He smirked "It’s probably because I stole his little girl and I have no intention of given you back."

He walked towards you and wrapped you around your waist kissing your lips "Forget about him, let's go home" You frowned "Home?" He shrugged, "You spend more time in the Sanctum with me than you do in the Tower and I bet there are more of your clothes in my closet than in your apartment." You touched his face, caressing the smooth skin of his freshly shaved face "I hate you sometimes, you know that?"

He smirked "I know, but I'm irresistible." You sighed pulling away and taking off your lab coat and reaching for your purse "You'll never change Stephen." He chuckled opening the portal to the Sanctum and the two of you walked through it.

…

"You are such a baby sometimes, honey" Stephen said as you wrapped your arms around him and tried to kiss him "I said no touching remember?" You sighed in defeat as he moved his fingers and your hands were tied to the headboard with a rope of blue magic. You hit your head on the headboard huffing in rage "You promised you wouldn't use magic" He laughed getting up from the bed "I lied."

He got rid of the sneakers he was wearing and the top of his work robe, leaving only the pants that hung far below his waistline leaving his v line visible You bit your lower lip and he smiled satisfied "Do you like what you see? I haven't even started yet, honey"

A frustrated growl escaped your lips "You are a narcissistic bastard" You spat out the words and he widened his smile "Guilty"

He slowly lowered his pants kicking them away and was only in his white boxers, his cock was visible through the fabric, it was hard and positioned to the side. God, he was big and you could feel your body reacting to that sight, your panties totally soaked with your lubrication. He grabbed his length through the fabric teasing you and you moaned, a shameless loud moan "And you are a dirty little thing, did you know that?" You shook your head biting your lip "Yeah? You wanna see it? You wanna watch while I stroke my cock? You know I like to be watched, it turns me on so much"

You impatiently groaned "Please, do it for me. I wanna see it." He smirked pulling down his boxers and kicking them away, his cock was fully erect and he held it in his hand stroking it slowly.

 "You're so big, it feels so good when you are inside of me"

He chuckled walking over to the nightstand drawer and picking up a small bottle of lube. "You say those things honey, then you complain I'm egotistical." You moaned watching him position himself standing at the foot of the bed and pour a generous amount of the clear liquid onto his cock. He threw the glass onto the bed and began to stroke his cock slowly first and then increasing the speed, the wet noise of it filling the silence and making you impossibly horny. He groaned loudly, his eyes fixed on yours. “How do you prefer, slowly or fast?’’

"Fast.” You quickly responded “My god, Stephen, you look so good" He grinned, a beautiful and cocky grin, his hand going to the base and then to the tip circling the head slowly, he wasn't in a hurry, he wanted to put on a show for you. "Look how hard I am for you, honey. Watch what you do to me" He increased the force and speed with which he stroked his cock and groaned moving the fingers of his other hand and stripping away your clothes leaving you totally naked.

"Open your legs for me, let me see that pretty pussy" You obeyed, opening your legs outrageously for him. He bit his lips hissing seeing your glistening pussy totally wet with your slick, his hands jerking his cock hard and steady "Such a nice pussy you have, it matches my big cock perfectly don’t you think?" You moaned trying to free yourself from the magic bonds "Stephen please..."

"Tsk tsk, no honey, keep your eyes on me, you said you wanted to watch, you'll watch and just watch. This isn't for you, this is for me." You whimpered pulling your hands trying to get free and he tsked again dramatically.

"I'm going to let go of one hand, but you're going to behave, do you hear me?" You nodded obediently. He moved his fingers and one of the bonds dissolved, disappearing into thin air "Okay honey, touch yourself for me" You reached down to between your legs, but he tsked again "Not yet, touch your tits first" You obeyed, at that point you would do anything he told you to. He hummed satisfied  as you licked your fingers bringing the saliva to your nipple and circling it letting it harden and then cupped your breast in your hand squeezing it.

His hand moved so fast on his cock, the wet sounds was so obscene "You have such nice tits, y/n, I love that. Now rub your clit for me, show me how much you need me"

You gladly obeyed, groaning as soon as you got some friction, your hips moving against your hand and your moans getting louder and louder. "That’s it honey look at me, keep your eyes in my cock, look how nice and wet it is, how big and hard it is. Do you think you deserve it?" You hummed whimpering feeling your entire body shake "Don't you dare cum before me, I didn't authorize it."

You slowed down the movements of your fingers, bringing them down and dipping two of them inside your wet and aching core. "Fuck honey, it feels so good isn't it? Tell me how much you want my cock, tell me how much you want me, I need to hear it."

You licked your lips "I need you Stephen, I love your big cock, you have such a nice cock, please fuck me, I am begging you."

He raised one eyebrow "Oh you're gonna beg"

You nodded.

He stopped the hand movements and spat on his cock rubbing the saliva along the entire length and went back to stroke himself "Beg for it, beg or I won't give it to you"

You moved your fingers inside you faster fingering yourself "Please Stephen, please I need you. I need your cock, I am nothing without you, only you can make me cum, I am yours, let me please you, let me be your whore"

He groaned loudly stroking himself impossibly hard getting carried away by your words "I am sorry honey..." He groaned loud and a load of his cum spurted on the mattress "oh fuck... keep looking honey, eyes on me.. . oh god"

His semen ran through his fingers and even though he had just come his cock didn't fully relax. He chuckled seeing your angry face and running the back of his hand across his forehead catching a bead of sweat that dripped. "Don't be mad, you know I have a few more rounds to give you"

He conjured a tissue and cleaned himself then winked at you and crossed the room taking a cigarette from the pack and lit it dragging and blowing the smoke slowly knowing full well that your eyes were locked on him. He sat down in the farthest armchair and snapped his fingers freeing your other hand.

"Be a good girl and give me a show, I want to see you cum" You huffed angrily, but gave in to the urge to seek your own climax. You took your index and middle fingers to your mouth and sucked them pornographically making a popping noise as you took them out of your mouth and brought them to your entrance rubbing the saliva there and finally penetrating your aching pussy, you moaned softly, moving your hips as your fingers moved in and out, your eyes closing in pleasure.

"Keep your eyes on me, honey" Stephen said, a malicious smirk on his lips, he took another drag on his cigarette, holding the smoke in his mouth for a moment and letting it out through his nostrils with a satisfied sigh.

You were close, so close that your legs were shaking, your body begging for well-deserved relief. You ran your fingers up to your clit rubbing it, your eyes locked on Stephen's oceanic eyes. You bit your lower lip containing your moans and he tsked annoyed "Come on honey, don't hold it back, you can be a lot louder than that. Give it to me"

You moaned louder obeying his instructions knowing that even your orgasm wasnt for you, Stephen wanted everything for himself, he made everything about himself and you couldn't fight him because you didn't want to win, not when losing was so pleasurable.

Your moans got louder and your breathing more ragged, your legs shaking as your fingers worked faster and faster until they stopped and you screamed Stephen's name, your climax snapping inside of you. Your eyes went shut, your head hanging back and from your lips only oaths of love and sweet praises came out like prayers.

You were too lost in your high to notice Stephen approaching, noticing only when he was already in bed pulling your legs and making you lie with your back on the mattress the weight of his body making your legs open so he fit between them.

He grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you, his tongue penetrating your mouth, the taste of cigarette on your tongue was intoxicating and you gasped when without warning he entered you thrusting so hard you saw stars. He didn't let go of your lips for even a second, his thrusts didn't falter or lessen even for a moment and your hands grip the sheets to keep you aware of something earthly as you felt yourself touching the sky as he pounded against you. .

"Stephen...you're going to make me come again" He groaned claiming your bottom lip, sucking it, one of his hands gripping yours intertwining his fingers in yours "Do it, do it now" He pounded you with absurd roughness and you groaned when it exploded inside you, your pussy squeezing him so hard dragging him to his own climax. He lowered his lips to your chin placing open mouthed kisses and kept going down, he bit your neck grunting as he thrusted his cum deep inside you, marking you as his.

"Fuck Stephen... I love you"

He grabbed your chin making you look at him, his eyes were like fire "You are mine and always will be" You nodded and he kissed you passionately and rolled onto your side pulling you to his chest caressing the side of your arm "I need you, I need you by my side, I can't live if you're not with me and it scares me" He confessed.

You smiled touching his face "This is love Stephen. You're discovering that it's possible to love someone other than yourself ." He nervously chuckled "I love you so much more than I love myself honey. I would do anything for you. I would die for you" You kissed his lips softly “What makes you think i wouldn't do the same?”

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[jakowskis]

@buffetpallascat doing a good ol' days reply because i had enough thoughts on this to warrant some meta, in my typical rambling fashion. hope you don't regret engaging by the time im done dfhkdsf

for starters, you're very welcome, i'm glad you enjoy the post :D

as for your question - i meant moreso that it was typical of the fandom, although it was also very much influenced by societal trends of the time, too. fandom's always had a rocky history with women, especially women who supposedly 'get in the way of "slash" couples', but the way fandom misogyny is performed has changed; i see more willful erasure of female characters these days than flat out blatant misogyny. in tw fan content from the 00s, i've seen gwen hatefully AND casually called some pretty horrible things that i rarely see fictional or real women called nowadays, simply because standards have changed. hell, one of the comms i linked, the twgenre finders one, there was several entries requesting fic where gwen experiences, like, bodily harm? not in a whump-y way, they actually wanted to recreationally read fic about her getting physically injured and suffering, out of some bizarre sense of malice towards her. simply because she 'gets in the way of janto'. and i can't even fathom that existing nowadays. pretty much everyone outside of weird little 12 year olds knows that's not acceptable. not to mention it's just weird.

interestingly i've also noticed a lottttt of change in how the fandom... reacted to and treated janto as a couple back in the day, versus now. people in 2006 were not normal about gay people. we know fandom's history with fetishizing gay men, and it was even worse in 2006 with an exceptionally rare canon gay couple being received by a jarringly hetero-but-'slash'-obsessed fanbase.

i mean, i don't wanna generalize. i saw a poll recently about how fandom is not mainly composed of straight women, contrary to popular belief, at least anymore, and i guess the question is, was it ever? i have seen a lot of the people involved in fandom in the 00s identify themselves as straight, but was that partially because of the culture of that era? have any of those people since come out as some type of queer? maybe, for some of them, that was them exploring their queerness in a safe environment, when the culture around being gay in real life was a lot different.... the same way modern fandom culture continues to be for those of us who aren't in accepting homes. if they were 20smth year olds in the 2010s/2020s, rather than the 2000s, would they still identify as straight?

not sure. but i've made a habit of going on the profiles of old lj accounts, and i'll sometimes wind up going through the journals and the personal posts of authors i respect, etc etc. a significant amount of mid 00s fic writers were straight women in their 30s - 40s, many married, some with kids. very different demographic to modern fandom. very different climate they lived in vs the one we're in.

(although, bonus note, i also once found a thread of bisexuals in 2006 praising torchwood's depiction of bisexuality, and that made me exceptionally happy. but also maybe a little sad, because torchwood's my personal fav bi rep, too, in 2023, and the fact that we've had nothing better in seventeen years is a bit of a bummer. but i digress.)

anyway, this is all to say, i've seen some insanely fetishy shit about jack and ianto that rubbed me exceptionally wrong. that gross dehumanizing, severely homophobic place where it's like... ahh, ok, so you don't see them as people, you see them as sexy dolls you can mash together. but, ofc, that's how i view it as a bisexual person in 2023 who's been on tumblr far too long. they didn't see any problem with it. they might've even seen it as progressive. how can you be homophobic when you're obsessed with the little gay people on ur screen? but it's the opposite end of the 'homophobes reducing gay ppl down to what they do in their beds' trope, and it comes across as dated and icky now.

i mean, i consume a lot of older media, i know how to turn off my 21st century sensibilities and remind myself things used to be different, but it's honestly an impressive difference. there's some fantastic fics from that era of the fandom, in fact most of my favorite fics are from that era, but i often get quite a bit of culture shock reading things. particularly, i'm always impressed by people in the 2000s, an extremely biphobic era, applying their impressive period-typical 'bisexuals aren't real' beliefs to The Bisexual Show. torchwood's rep's not perfect (again, a product of its era), but i've seen a fantastic amount of gay!ianto and straight!owen, because bisexual men don't exist, obviously, and jack's not bisexual, he's the amazing slutty space man, except he's mostly gay because all that matters is janto. and i don't even really see explorations of gwen or tosh's bisexuality at all, because, again, women who?

i found a comm a while back, i didn't include it on my list because it wasn't torchwood-exclusive and didn't have much content in the tw tag, but it was a lgbtfest, and contained fics about the team and their relationships with their bisexuality, and it was really intriguing to me to see queerness as understood by regular people in 2007/2008, y'know, not by gay writers or activists or films. i have no way of knowing if any of them were speaking from any personal place, but it was just interesting, because none of the fics i read in that comm had that same brand of tone-deaf sex-focused homophobia to them, they were progressive for the time, but it was still apparent to me that they were written by people with a mid to late 00s understanding of being gay, and i do think it's interesting, that substantial difference.

got a bit off topic, but now that i mentioned the initial fandom being overwhelmingly composed of women, i can also add that i think internalized misogyny factored hugely into the fandom's disdain for gwen. the 'strong female' trope doesn't just annoy straight men, it also annoys a lot of women (though not consciously) - not because they're opposed to well-written women, but because society tells us certain things that'd be admirable and complex and sympathetic out of a male hero are unacceptable out of a female one. it's the double standard. jack does some awful shit, but i rarely see him criticized. i've straight up seen fans go "jack's kind of a bastard, but it's ok because he's hot", which is fine in jest, i've joked about shit like that with characters, but it's not so cute when those same people turn around and condemn gwen for her actions. hell, or owen. i've literally seen someone say they'd like owen more if he was more conventionally attractive. like, ok, you're clearly just here for the janto eye candy. you haven't brought any substantial critical thinking skills. pls take ur shallow ass and leave. but back to gwen - she was held to a standard none of the other characters are held to. they picked on her for the stupidest shit. and her worse sin, the infidelity, it's bad, sure, but i've seen countless male characters who cheat on their partners who are beloved by their fandoms. it's just fucking gross. i fucking hate hypocrites.

dude, yknow what?? i've even seen fucking tosh bashing. WHO THE FUCK HATES TOSH????

ok im done. sorry for my babbling. but yeah, i think it's a fascinating thing. i love how humans change and develop with the times and how we can map the changes and how they affect media, and it's fun to observe in fandom because it's there, too, but no one's looking so i get to feel like a little scientist fdskjfds. ok i will cease with the excessive babbling now

#mine #txt #torchwood posting #i love writing essays where i say nothing at all

[prototypelq]

GRABS YOU OHHH MY GOD I WASN'T HALLUCINATING YOU'RE A HORIZON FAN OUGH on all fours barking howling I love the series SO Much I'm unwell and have a shrine to Aloy.

I hope it's okay to ask you- who's your fav HZD/HFW character??

Oh WAS I mutual my dear

quick sidenote: sorry for disappearing a bit, I will shortly return to messages and fic commentary, january's been busy xD

HZD was pretty much my 'first big gamer pants' game, it was the first game I played on my ps4 and I sunk hundreds of hours into it, big thanks to photomode for that too! (some self-marketing, I have en entire #hzd photomode and #hfw photmode tags for that)

I remember first seeing an announcement trailer of it and then being really bummed out they changed the aim hexagon from that gameplay showcase to industry-standard circle xD.

So, uh, yeah I am a big Horizon fangirl, though let's just say the HFW story twists had me...somewhat loose interest in this series, it feels too much 'marvelised' to me now. Still, the games are great and I have no choice but to follow where it all will go next.

Tomato Captain Husbando is my absolute fave. I lost all sense and went rabid when the HFW trailers with him present dropped, it was insane.

Normally I am neutral towards character shipping, like I don't care much for it. Then someone like Erend drops along and oh boy. I legit missed him when playing FW because it felt cold, and very far from base game and just damn, I missed him a lot. Fictional man obsession imprinted on him I swear

Varl is also great, his random bush jumpscare at the start of HFW was hilarious! I cannot make up my mind if I wanna burn him with a flamethrower if I see that beard again or if it's not too bad on him... The moment where he, Erend and Aloy all went on a mission together was comedy gold I would never ever forget, it was adorable.

Kotallo is great, no questions asked. I love seeing disabled characters being badass, and he had a great arc coming to terms with that disability, very good food. (member of a One Armed Nero Supremacy Gang)

I also love Horizon for giving us lots of cool side-characters and stories to explore! There was a sidequest with a captured Nora woman, who had avenged her offenders and then had to make due with surviving as a 'cursed' Nora, really liked that one. The young tenakth get injured by acid spitting machine sidequest was awesome, the musical banuk who played pipes in frozen dam like drums is my fave FW spot, the Lowland Tenakth grandma she is just the best...

Yeah I love this series a normal amount)

Bonus, fav machines: Behemoths, Broadhorns, Dreadwings (their battle theme is sooooo goooooood)

#i tried to keep the hfw mixed feels at bay sorry a little still seeped through #would love to read your answer back with your faves) #hfw #hzd #erend vanguardsman #i like aloy alright but even the growth she kind of went through in hfw doesn't seem to be enough for me to fixate on her

[danganronpa96]

That moment when I'm death gaming

Welcome!! You've found yourself on the DR96 blog! I think you have made the right choice... cool kid B-)

Who is running this blog? Me, lennardd! (she/her) I am the creator of DanganRonpa 69 and DanganRonpa 96! However, DR96 is a collaborate project between me and Kitsune Rexx! (he/she/they)

DISCLAIMER: Spoilers for the fics DR69 and DR96 (up until the currently posted chapter) will be discussed here! So, if you've somehow come here without catching up, I'd highly avoid checking out recent posts on here!!

So, what will be posted here? Mainly the sane ramblings of a very normal person who is obsessed with characters a very normal amount. Other than that: as many progress updates on the fic I can cram, DR96 related doodles/art, and for you, an opportunity to ask questions and submit posts!

You are allowed to ask about anything, but spoiler-related questions for future aspects of the fic can't be answered for, well, spoiler reasons.

(If you cannot seem to send an ask, this means the inbox is closed currently due to a large influx of asks. It will be opened again once I get through them all!)

Thanks 4 readin <3

[frodothefair]

Marilijah headcanons I need to put somewhere

From the fic Expats Disclaimer: this is fiction. Marina is an OC. No affiliation with Elijah Wood here, as much as I might wish it. Tags: @konjugaltdien @konartiste @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

Elijah is really nice, and therefore not good at ending conversations.

They get their groceries delivered, but something is invariably forgotten, or Elijah wants to get Marina a treat, or they want to try cooking something new, so Elijah goes shopping after work and oftentimes gets lost in the grocery store. For him, grocery shopping is a sort of "normaling," since so much in show business is not normal. Unfortunately, this often means that he spends an inordinate amount of time sniffing things in the toiletries aisle, buying five things that he never planned to buy, failing to find half of what he intended to get, and coming home late.

If Elijah comes home and says, "bae, I'm sorry, I messed up," 99% of the time it has to do with the above grocery store scenario.

Marina has generalized anxiety disorder and OCD. Her OCD is, luckily, medicated, but before it was she kept having intrusive thoughts about typos causing people halfway across the world to die. She also has OCPD (obsessive compulsive personalty disorder - basically the equivalent of a "type A personality," which comes in handy for being academically competitive and later a lawyer). Her generalized anxiety makes her worry, irrationally, that her marriage will fall apart, though she will never admit it. No medication or therapy can touch that worry. She has a bag or container for everything, and her bags have bags inside of them.

Elijah, on the other hand, is a very haphazard, disorganized packer. He basically just dumps things in a suitcase and goes.

Marina has it on semi-good authority from Dom Monaghan that at one point, Elijah didn't have a suitcase and simply dumped all of his belongings into a garbage bag, slung it over his shoulder, and got on a plane. Elijah disputes this ever happened.

It took Elijah years not to have crumbs all over the interior of his car.

They hardly ever actually fight, but they like to pretend-escalate fights about petty issues, turning to comical ad-hominem attacks, i.e.

--well, I'm not the one who traveled across the country to get a record from an old hippie in Bumblef-ck, Missouri, only to find out that the record doesn't even exist! --well, at least every inch of my my desk isn't covered with post-it notes, and my post-it notes don't have post-it notes!

They pretend to have arguments in public places. Not particularly loud or raucous ones, since they don't love attracting the paparazzi, but if anyone overhears, said person is likely to walk away deeply and irrevocably perturbed by what they heard. They may or may have not re-enacted the scene in Paris Je T'aime about the couple fighting in Père Lachaise cemetery in front of Oscar Wilde's grave. Except in Marilijah's case, they were fighting in front of Balzac's grave, and Elijah kept saying Balzac's name wrong. You know how. ;)

Mr. Nisile's opinion on the above: Those two are completely allergic to being normal, aren't they? Me: well, yeah, that's kind of the point.

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