#also I LOVE short haired Max sm

[incredipuppy]

Shhhh they eepy

#they deserve a good nap after all they’ve been through #also I LOVE short haired Max sm #elumax #Elumax fanart #mayhopclair #mayhopclair fanary #stranger things #stranger things fanart #lucas sinclair #lucas sinclair fanart #max mayfield #max mayfield fanart #eleven hopper #el hopper #eleven hopper fanart #el hopper fanart #elmax #Elmax fanart #lumax #lumax fanart #my art

[milkywaydrabbles]

28 kinktober rindou <3 <3 <3 also LOVE YOUR WRITING SM OMG

A/N: So it turns out I like Rindou a normal amount and am completely normal about him. Here's 2.2k of smut phew. I hope you enjoy this lil thing! MWUAH

Panties & Lingerie x Rindou

You never really asked for much.

Rindou noticed this early on into the relationship. 

He was so used to girls always asking for the finest clothes, jewelry, straight up money--he stopped dating for a while, tired of them simply using him for materialistic desires. Anyone he did see, was short lived, a few fucks here and there. He knew it wouldn’t last too long. His brother would pat his back, telling him to loosen up--that giving girls what they wanted wasn’t a bad thing, they’d be more loyal to him. But his way of thinking was different than the rest of Bonten. Sure, he used to just want to fuck around, kick somebody’s ass, taunt others. But as he grew older, he realized he wanted someone. A person who really wanted to be with him, and not because he had power and money. The dating scene really was exhausting.

But then he met you. 

And you smiled at him so genuinely, so shyly, so sweetly. Rindou nearly fell for you right then and there. He found himself wanting to buy you anything you asked for: except the problem was you didn’t ask for anything. Even on your first date, you were so sure in your decision to split the bill, something he thought was just you talking shit, trying to deceive him. Until you actually did split the bill with him and a smile plastered on your face. Shit. He didn’t want you paying for shit after that. Any time he took you out, the card would be in the wait staff’s hand before you even ordered, the bill never coming out to the table. You’d get so huffy, telling him to ‘stop fucking doing that’, and that you could ‘pay for stuff too, I want to Rin!’. 

He wasn’t going to let you, but it was cute attempt. 

So imagine his surprise, that after months of dating, and months of begging you just to take his fucking card, that one day you actually did take it. He blinked, surprised when you plucked the black card from his hands, looking around embarrassed. You promised him you wouldn’t go overboard, but you just had some things you wanted to buy, a nice surprise you said. His shocked look slowly morphed into a cheshire grin, gripping your jaw and planting a wet kiss on your lips. 

“Max the whole fucking thing out baby.”

-

Rindou’s day was long, and he was ready to finally go back home to his baby. (Thuggin’ it out was hard, you know.) When he walked through the doors of his condo, he immediately called out to you. “Baby, I’m home.” 

“In here, Rin!” 

It didn’t take long for him to make his way to his room, loosening the tie he had worn for the day and removing his blazer, ready to dump it on the bed. “You have no idea how fucking annoying they were today, babe, it was--” Rindou immediately shut his mouth, catching you on the bed in the nicest piece of lingerie he thinks he’s ever seen in his life. You sat yourself so pretty on the edge of the bed, makeup and hair done up, just for him, leg crossed over the other. “Hi baby.” You cooed, giving him a sultry smile.

The surprise you had been talking about was doing a bit of shopping at a famous lingerie boutique. You think you knew Rindou well enough to know what kind of pieces would get him going--you were spot on. You were covered in black straps and harnesses, mesh pieces with dragon appliques embroidered in the see through fabric. God, you were gorgeous, the woman of his wildest fucking dreams come true. 

Rindou stalked over to you, dropping the blazer haphazardly on the ground. Your hand pulled at his skewed tie, down until he landed on his knees, having to look just just slightly now that he was on his knees. “What’s all this?” He mumbled, hands traveling from your thighs to your hips to your waist, and trailing back down. “I decided to take you up on your offer and use your card--do you like it?” You teasing little shit, biting onto your lower lip to hide your smirk. You knew he loved it, more than anything. You knew exactly what got him going, and something like this had him rock down the second he saw you. He nodded, barely paying attention when he looked down at your chest, trailing his hands up to cup your tits, thumbs running over your nipples through the mesh, fingers dipping under the harnesses and tugging just light enough to feel the material. You uncrossed your legs, opening them wide so he can take a look at the crotchless panties that had you exposed fully to him. You were driving him insane.

“Fuck, baby...” He let out a shaky breath, hands squeezing at your inner thighs, creeping closer to your cunt, thumbing your lips apart to see your pretty little whole. You scooted closer to the edge, tugging at his tie again to raise him closer to your face. Wordlessly, your other hand grabbed onto his jaw tight, palm resting on his throat. Rindou was enamored with you, loving how you could take control and not going overboard. He fucking loved how quickly you would give him the reigns too, if he wanted them. His mouth opened, knowing what would come next--your tongue lolling out with a glob of saliva dripping from the tip, landing in his mouth. You licked at the roof of his mouth before kissing him fully, His dick twitched in his pants, squeezed at your inner thigh, before two fingers slid between your wet folds, teasing. Your legs spread open a bit more, letting go of his tie and looking at him expectantly. You didn’t need to ask a thing of this man, Rindou immediately dipping his head to between your thighs, kissing and suckling at your skin leaving love bites in their wake. “You’re fucking driving me insane, pretty..” He moaned feeling your hand grip at his hair, tugging at the roots. “Fuck, look at you..” He looked up at your body one last time, taking in the full lingerie set and how sexy you looked at him, perfectly put together while he was a mess on his knees for you. 

“Did you miss me today, Rindou?” You teased, smirking when his fingers dug deeper into your skin. “‘Course I did, beautiful, fuck.” He kept your thighs open as he dove deep into your cunt, pressing his face as deep as you’d let him. He moaned, the taste of your juicy pussy hitting his buds drove him crazy. He gripped onto the harnesses around your thighs as he ate you like a starving man, tongue fucking into you, licking and sucking at your clit. He left you messy, practically slobbering on you, cunt wet with your juices and his spit. You bucked into his face, head thrown back as you panted, tugging his hair until it hurt--he didn’t care, all he could feel was how hard his cock was and how fucking good you tasted. You looked down at him with your eyes hazy and lips parted, still looking so perfect above him. He took the chance of tracing his hands up to your tits, squeezing and pinching, which only spurred you on more. You humped at his face, riding his tongue as he flicked your swollen clit, but you needed more.

“Rin, baby,” you stared, the domineering mask crackled the closer you got to your orgasm. “Fuck, use your fingers baby, please.” He moaned against your cunt, leaving a wet kiss on your clit before slipping two fingers into your sloppy hole with ease. “Look at your fucking pussy just sucking in my fingers, so messy.” He panted, curling his fingers up and fucking you hard. Your wetness squirted around his hand, covering his fingers in a creamy white while he assaulted your cunt. You cried out, slowly your mascara ran down your cheeks. You pulled harshly at his hair to bring him up to your face, kissing him with all tongue and teeth--moaning into his mouth as he continued to pummel you with his fingers. You rode his fingers, legs shaking and pushing open “F-fuck!” You gasped into his mouth, “Just like that, Rinnie, fuck, just like that.” Your mouth hung open, forehead against his and eyes scrunched closed. You couldn’t help but moan like a wanton whore, as he kissed around your face and kept fucking into you. “Give it to me, baby, fucking give it to me.” He urged, hearing your cries and whimpers as you came on his hand, gushing on him and leaving his hand soaked. You let go of his hair as he slowed down, fingers slipping out of your warmth only to shove them into your mouth, looking at you with dilated eyes as you gagged around his digits. He mirrored your earlier actions, standing up hover over you, forcing you to look up at him with pleading eyes. A hand grabbed at your jaw, much like you did with him, and pried your mouth open as he spat right down your throat. Your eyes fluttered, clawing at his pants when he leaned down to give you a kiss. 

Suddenly he tugged at the choker you had been wearing, dragging you onto your hands and knees on the bed and unbuckling his pants with one hand. “Come on baby, want you choking on my cock.” His voice held authority, and you helped him the rest of the way, cock fat and heavy in your hands. You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth nearly all the way until you were gagging and sputtering around his dick, spit bubbles along the side of your mouth. He collected your hair in his hand like a makeshift ponytail, controlling your speed and how deep you took him. “Fuck! Mouth is so fucking good, baby, love you like this.” He wiped a stray tear from your eye, smudging your makeup a bit more in the process. He grinned wicked, loving the way you lost yourself on his cock, how messy you looked--perfect makeup now a fucking mess as you choked on him. His eyes raked over your body, still wearing the perfect lingerie and harness set, seeing the edges of the leather where it met your skin digging in, rubbing it raw and red. How fucking sexy it would be after taking it off, the combination of its friction and his hands and mouth leaving bruises on your body.

He fucked your face with vigor, your hands clawing at his still clothed stomach, trying your best to keep your breathing even. But all he could hear were your gurgles with each thrust into your throat, slipping out just to see the strings of drool connecting you to him, bubbling in your mouth. You pursed your lips, rubbing them along the length of his cock, tip landing between your eyes and keeping you absolutely messy. Rindou almost came on your face right then and there with how good you looked. He grabbed the back of your harness and threw you down onto the mattress, smacking down hard on your ass to hear how you cried out with the mix of pleasure and pain. “Can’t believe you got a set with crotchless panties..” He panted, rubbing himself against your lips, leaving you waiting. “My pretty slutty little baby wanted easy access didn’t you? Wanted me to be able to fuck you right away, right?” You whined, nodding and pushing back on his cock, hoping his head would catch your clenching hole and slip in.

Rindou laughed breathlessly, hands running up and down your sides, slapping your ass a few times before grabbing hold of the straps that wrapped around your ass and pulling you back, plunging his thick cock right into you, leaving his flush with your ass. “Rindou!” You practically screamed, one hand ripping the choker and holding your head down to the mattress while the other never let go of the straps. 

“Gotta fuck you good, pretty girl,” He started, pounding relentlessly into your pussy, your cum frothy with the force of his thrusts, coating him “Gotta show--fuck--my appreciation of this set--shit, pussy’s so good” Rindou was lost in pleasure, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. You gripped at the sheets, clawing at anything you could get your hands on while your eyes rolled to the back of your head with how good he was making you feel. 

Your slutty hole tightened around him, sure sign that you were going to cum again. He released his grip on your choker to pull you back full force onto his cock by the straps, tip of his dick pushing against your cervix. The pain mixed with pleasure brought you over the edge, crying and screaming while you squirted on his lower body, trying with all your might to close your legs but he wouldn’t let you. “Come on, you can take this big cock can’t you baby?” He taunted, though it was weakened with how close he was now. “Fuck, gonna cum baby, gonna cover this pretty set, gonna make you mine.” He babbled, pulling out at the last minute and shooting his heavy load onto your ass and back, covered the mesh material and straps. You collapsed onto the bed, feeling him loosen up the harness enough to slip it off you and wiping you lean, wrapping his arms around your body.

“Baby.” He nuzzled into you

“Hmm..” You smooched his forehead.

“I need you to start using my card more often.” Ugh

#milk writes #rindou tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #rindou x reader #rindou smut #tr rindou #haitani rindou x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokrev #tokyo revengers #bonten #bonten x reader #milk kinktober #rindou haitani x reader #turns out! I like him much more than I ever anticipated!!

[lovings4turn]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 — send me a lil description of yourself + fandom(s) and i'll ship you with someone + give you your best friend !

hello love! first up, a huge congratulations once again for the milestone, i am very proud of you and you deserve all the follows you have and much more !! 🫶🫶🫶 now i have to describe myself, huh? here we go then! sending it from off-anon for funsies i guess !! 😭 you already know me though, so wellll... let's go for real!!

i'm dutch && indian, speaking upto five languages, and tend to ramble in any of those at any given time. (english; spanish; dutch; hindi; sindhi!) though, an odd catch is i do not speak until spoken to - yep, i'm that much of an introvert 😭 my bad, i guess? i do speak when comfortable with someone, of course! i have short dark brown hair, and unfortunately am very short, making me not look my age. i've been confused for my younger brother many times because of my voice, apparently it sounds like a child?? (oh my gosh, imagine the ship joking around about that! 😭) onto my likes, i love F1 and spending my time on pinterest as well as that, i love reading and frying my cells about STEM because women in stem ✌🏼but i also have adhd, so i can barely pay attention for long before mentally blocking out everything in sight. i love making things look pretty and playing games on my laptop. also, one weird thing is i can never sit to watch a movie - i don't have the attention span for it, nor can i sit still for that long, AND i always feel guilty for spending time watching a movie, because i feel like i could be productive. but.... i guess that's it about me? if anything, you can ask/my account is there at your viewing pleasure! :DD another congratulations love!!

EEEK hello my lovely !!! ruhi you truly are the sweetest ever , thank u sm and thank you for all of the love n support i swear :(( thanks so much for joining in w the celebration lovely ,, i hope you like this !!!

𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 !

now i did have a bit of a struggle trying to choose just one driver to ship you with , but lando won in the end for me !! i just think you two would be oh so cute together , and are a match made in heaven !

ᡣ𐭩 lando loves how you're shorter than him , oh my god does he love it !!! he's such a little shit about it , constantly resting his elbow on top of your head or joking that he's going to do his back in one day bending down to kiss you ! the first time he witnesses you be mistaken for your younger brother , he loses his absolute mind . thinks it's the funniest thing he's ever seen , and presses a kiss to your pout through his laughter . he never lets you live it down , i'm afraid

ᡣ𐭩 so so impressed by the fact that you're a woman in stem ! lando cannot wrap his head around most , if not all , of the things that you study , and any time he peers over you're shoulder when you're reading a textbook , he eels his brain turn to mush . is always telling you how smart you are and how proud of you he is , because his girl is so smart and he's so proud !!!

ᡣ𐭩 you guys love playing games together , oh my god !!! lando likes that he can spend time with the person he loves most whilst doing something he loves , too ! you both get far too invested in the game , and are teasingly competitive with one another , and lando thinks it's the best way to spend his time !

ᡣ𐭩 lando doesn't mind that you don't have the attention span to sit and watch a film - he much prefers being able to do something more active / engaging with you , anyways !!!! lando loves being busy and on the move , so it works out perfectly for him

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 !

ᡣ𐭩 this makes so much sense to me , and i love the idea of max being besties with lando's gf okay !!! max loves that he can speak dutch with you , something about not having to do the quick mental translations means he can max-splain and yap to you as much as he wants !! he makes an effort to engage in conversation with you whenever he sees you , even though he knows you're comfy enough to spark the conversation

ᡣ𐭩 he understands you , with the whole 'always feeling the need to be productive' thing . max is a guy who always wants to be doing something (hence his inability to get off of the sim !!!) and so this idea is something you can both bond over and joke about

ᡣ𐭩 also very intrigued about your studies !! max finds the whole thing super engaging , and though he says he wouldn't have a clue about anything you're studying , he has no issues with you rambling about the subject to him - or just straight up complaining about the amount of hard work you have to do !

#𑁤 becca’s 1k fright fest ! #ಇ. queue!

[withacapitalp]

Hidden Gem Friday

We're back on Hidden Gem Friday lads! How is it Friday again :OOOOO As always I'm still taking recs for these! You can even send them anonymously if you like (That's how I got one o them today!!)

Someone's a Cuddler by not_a_smooth_man recced to me by the author on anon! 6.7k words (COMPLETE) Steddie- Eddie Centric

Summary:

That morning, though, Eddie came to following what was truly a deep, dreamless sleep. He was cocooned by a warmth that was lulling him into a wakeful state. As he regained consciousness, he began to realize that his left arm was numb, trapped under something warm and heavy. He also noticed that his head was perched on said heavy thing, rising and falling gently. That was the moment Eddie finally realized that he was cuddling Steve’s chest. And oh, not just Steve’s chest, but his bare chest. He had wrapped his arms entirely around him, their legs tangling under the thick comforter. Steve’s body must have responded in their sleep because his arms were draped over Eddie’s form. And because it was just his luck, it seemed that Steve was waking up too. “Mmh,” grunted Steve. He yawned. “Morning,” he said, muffled by Eddie’s hair. “Um.” Eddie said intelligently. Eddie felt Steve chuckle, his chest vibrating with the sound. “Someone’s a cuddler,” Steve said, a hint of teasing in his voice, still heavy with sleep. - Or, Eddie Munson is in love with Steve and accidentally cuddles with him.

My Thoughts:

Okay I really enjoyed this one! It has so much sentiment in it but it isn't saccharine? And I feel like this could have very easily gotten very cheesy but not in the good way. I love cheese, but some cheese is a no. I'm digressing but yes this just felt very nice when you're reading it. It's a trope I've seen used a lot, but I'm never disappointed to read it again, and this is a super cute version of it. I love that you sent it to me dear author!!! Techhhhnically it's not exactly a Hidden Gem because it was only published a few days ago, BUT the author asked me if I could tell people about their fic, so since it's under 2k I thought I would put it in here

A Life For Every Year (And One For After) by Kedreeva recced by me but initially shown to me by @horsegirleddiemunson! 4.7k words (Complete) Generic with Steve & Jonathan at core

Summary:

Steve meets her when he is nine years old. She is skin and bones, and fits in the cup of his hands like a tiny, furry tennis ball and her purr rattles against the skin of his palms. ---- Or, the one where baby Steve adopts the same stray kitten as baby Jonathan.

My Thoughts:

Ough THIS FIC. Okay first off I'll just say I LOVE when people take advantage of canon location settings and the fact that Steve and Jonathan lived in the same woods (and probably ran into those woods to escape from their terrible houses a lot if Castle Byers is any indication) is soooooooo yes The way this is written is so. It just feels good. Like so much of it is heartbreaking (the dog, the moment with Steve explaining why he got Daisy spayed, the Max and Daisy) but it's so heartwarming too. I just really enjoyed reading it, and I loved the reread. It has less than 500 hits and that's simply incomprehensible to me

This Is Why I Need You by beestlesandstars recced by me 3k words (Complete) Stobin Platonic Background Steddie

Summary:

It’s three AM and Robin is trying to remember how Steve liked his coffee.

My Thoughts:

Okay so I have not read this elusive glasses fic that apparently everyone has based fics off of, but I have read this one and it hurt me sm. I've written about one of the duo dying but Robin and not Steve, so seeing it flipped is OUCH. It just gives you that weird hollow chest feeling right before tears? Augh anyway painful but I love it . V V V Good and a super short read because you just flow with it

It's a Date by FeatherForARose aka @steddiealltheway also recced by me 2.7k (Complete)- Steddie w some side Stobin

Summary:

Everyone knows that Eddie is into Steve. It's common knowledge like saying the sky is blue. Only Steve is hesitant to believe it, but when he finally makes a move, it does not go as planned.

My Thoughts:

Omg I read this on Tumblr so long ago and then I found it on ao3 and died reading it all over again. I love common tropes, but I ADORE when writers subvert them. Eddie who didn't know he was gay? Eddie who saw his QPR in Chrissy and didn't realize it wasn't just a crush like Steve didn't realize? ITS SO Augh the recreation of the failed first attempt? Steve using anger as a shield for being upset? Okay I'm just saying plot points but seriously this fic is just such an enjoyable experience from start to finish. Also great characterization of everyone involved :DDD

does it get any easier? by vissers recced by me 5.7k (Complete) Get Dustin and Will w some Dustin and Mike and Dustin and Max

Summary:

“It’s nothing special, just—“ Will began, fighting against the smile that was brewing on his face. He paused, biting down on his lip and squeezing his eyes shut for just a second. “God, this is really embarrassing. We’ve been talking about this dumb crush I have. Among other things, obviously, but… yeah.” If the world hadn’t already been rocked by that giant fucking ‘earthquake’, the prospect of Will Byers having a crush would have had the same effect. Dustin was sure of it. --- Dustin and Will talk D&D, PTSD, and unfortunate crushes.  (part two of will coming out to the party)

My Thoughts:

Oh my goddddddd. YOU GUYS KNOW I love my boys but damn if party centric fics don't just get me right in my heart. This one is so well done with the characters. They feel like themselves, they joke, they get annoyed, and this is a really good Dustin Centric. It deals with his PTSD about Eddie, and there's all these little details thrown in that are clearly put there with such care but only make the story more intricate. It's so well written, and I love Will here and I just. Yeah read this read it nowwww

#hidden gem friday #fic rec #steddie fic recs #steddie fic #stranger things fic rec #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #Lucas sinclair #Jonathan byers #Robin Buckley #Stobin fic rec #platonic stobin #platonic Steve and robin #Dustin Henderson #Will byers #Liam speaks up

[loyalhorror]

uhh, the ask emoji fandom thing but whichever ones you want to answer for RDR, Black Sails, and Sandman, with a bonus side question of have you done any of the Manderville quest stuff in ff14

OUGH. marxz i am so fond of you (not just for sending this ask i prommy). let's see.

Have you done any of the Manderville quest stuff in ff14?

I DEFINITELY HAVE but I don't remember it at all... maybe @notjusthespongenextdoor can tell me what the fuck I did sdlfksndfkjg it was so long ago

👿Least favorite character

RDR: hmmm I can't really think of anyone I genuinely dislike as a character, at least within the main 'cast'? obviously everybody fucking hates Micah but I love him as a character even if I think in some respects he's sort of WAY too obvious as a villain in a way that makes some gang members look like idiots for allowing him to stay... but then on the other hand I think that's kind of the point + it's proof of how much control Dutch has over everyone. HANDWAVES.

BS: Fucking Vane. I don't like the shit he did in-universe to Max (though I will accept that that was a poorly written plotline in general... or at the very least one that made it just really hard to empathise with anyone responsible afterwards) AND I feel that his redemption arc was kind of "eh". But mostly I think fandom kind of burnt me out on him because I just don't get the hype around him.

SM: hmm it probably depends on what version we're talking about... I don't really like show!Lyta (whereas I love comics!Lyta) but I think that's just because like. The acting and writing in the show isn't always Great(TM). I can't think of anyone where I just HATE them when they're onscreen or anything in either version... with the show I don't like the scenes with Desire+Despair but that's because their dynamic creeps me out as someone who is VERY squicked by codependent sibling relationships in media, I love both characters individually.

WAIT. I JUST REMEMBERED. In the show it's definitely Joha.nna Constantine I'm sorry I just. Do not like the actress much to begin with. I also don't really like what they did with Constantine's gender-swapped design, so to speak - she doesn't look like Constantine at all aside from the trenchcoat. They couldn't make her a cocky blonde gal (preferably with short hair, give me butch sapphic Constantine or else)? I know they were probably going off what they wanted from the acting rather than anything appearance-based, and it's better to have a good actor who looks different than a bad one who matches the comics version, but. GESTURES. I wish it'd been ANY other actress skldfndkjfng. I'm picky with my cocky English people. The wrong vibe can turn it rancid.

😍Character you have the biggest crush on

RDR: HMM good question. it used to be Dutch (yeah yeah I know) but nowadays I have no idea, once a character becomes my blorbo/I start writing them longterm I tend to lose whatever 'crush' I had on them... BS: [head in hands] it's hal gates. i am not immune to fat old men. i want him to [REDACTED] S: HM depends on the day and it depends on which character(s) I'm relating to the most on a personal level. Tends to rotate between Dream, Lucien(ne), and lately, Hob.

💐Comfort character

RDR: John my beloved... BS: Somehow it's Silver, but that's mostly because of what I've written with my friend Seras over the past several years with him + Seras' Horst. S: Dream, most of the time. Sometimes it's the Corinthian (specifically pre-runaway era Corinthian) but not often.

❤️‍🩹Character who deserved better

RDR: Abigail... I feel so fucking bad for her in so many different ways. Not in a "John was sooo shitty omg" way (though he WAS a dick) but just like, man, what a tragedy of a life. BS: MAX. The s1 abuse arc was awful in a thousand different ways but primarily I just don't think it was sensitively written at all. It's not necessarily that I think they shouldn't have included it, but holy FUCK the like... implications that it leaves about every other character who stood back and allowed that to happen or was otherwise complicit in it is uhhh. Not great. S: Dream but also not at all because I think the tragedy of his story is my favourite thing about it. Like Abigail, it's "he deserved better if we look at it in-universe but from a narrative standpoint the agony is so fucking tasty and I wouldn't change it at all".

#rat.exe #rdrblogging #flintblogging #sandblogging #THANK YOU MARXZ

[hamuchustartea]

°˖✧My Top 3 Comfort Characters✧˖°

☆I introduce these Lovely Fictional Men who had always given Meaning to my Life☆ ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡.:*♡

1. Guzma

(Pokemon SM, USUM and Masters)

I LOVE GUZMA!  ♡( ´ ▽ ` )♡

I've been in love with him since he was introduced in the Pokemon Sun and Moon game trailers back in August 2016 and it's all thanks to his swag, cockiness and punk aesthetic. Goth Punk boys are my ultimate weakness and Guzma is a combination of Goth Punk hard as nails and Hip Hop swag. His design plus his backstory was the best part of the game and since then, I couldn't get enough of him. He's everything I want from a guy. (≧▽≦)

Speaking of his backstory, he by far is the most relatable character to me. I can easily understand his frustrations and empathize with his inner pain and desire to prove his worth. Learning from his struggles and redemption made me love him even more.

Therefore, he'll always be my no. 1 favorite character and maybe forever? ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧*:・ﾟ

2. Junkrat (Overwatch)

I can't get enough of this crazy, loveable bloke!

Before discovering Guzma and just when Overwatch was new (around May or June 2016 I think), I saw some random game screenshots and hot art of Junkrat in Tumblr. You know I’m CRAZY for Goth Punk Boys! So Mad Max Punk Junkrat immediately caught my attention.  

But not too long, Guzma came to my life and swept off my feet! And for a time I forgot about Junkrat. Poor baby. That happens when a lot of hot characters are introduced in a very short period of time. (っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)

Last month, I remembered Junkrat when I found my collection of old hot fanart of him. Thus, rekindling my love for him. It's kind of unusual for me to like him because I'm usually into muscly men, although he still is well toned but on the skinny side. But it's the crazy personality that I loved the most about him.

  I both love Guzma and Junkrat! They’re two different men. One is cocky while the other is maniacal, but they’re both Wild Punks which is why I  LOVE the two of them!

3. Ramsay (Gigantic)

I discovered him after a friend of mine mentioned about the character during our online chat. After searching him up, I realized I have the hots for Ramsay! (ᗒᗨᗕ) I feel so bad not knowing about him sooner. I don’t know why I wasn’t familiar with the game or the character, maybe I missed him or he got drowned by the more popular games like Overwatch and Pokemon.

  Ramsay is like a combination of Guzma and Junkrat. I love his overall appeal! I love his design, his clothes, that smug look, cocky attitude and roguish personality. And that Punk Hair! Also he’s so sexy to brandish his blade coated with poison fruit juices. σ(≧▽≦σ)～♡ ヽ(o´∀`)ﾉ♪♬♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪ So there you have it folks, but I'm not done yet with my mushy ramblings. Guzma may be my no. 1 but I'm still debating on who’s the hottest among the three of them. I just don’t know I’m so confused now.  ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)

But the main reason why I love these men is because I find them very unique and highly appealing. What do they have in common? Their big personalities, wild looks and penchant for trouble. I have a feeling that they were inspired by 80s and 90s troublemaker characters that I enjoyed watching when I was a kid. Gosh, I still never overcame my love for bad boys. (⁄⁄>⁄▽⁄<⁄⁄)

#guzma #junkrat #ramsay #pokemon #overwatch #gigantic #crushes #thoughts #hamuchustar #goth #punk #swag

[comm-caribou]

[ SEEK ] for one muse to track down the other at a crowded function because they noticed they slipped away. 

Your choice of characters

Sorry it took me awhile to answer! 😅😅

I think this can count also as an origin story…

Prompt list here

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Surviving Geonosis left it’s scars even without stepping foot off the gunship. Preparing for war for ten years was over because the Clone Wars had begun.

For some earlier than others.

In the mess of sending out troops, Max’s co-pilot wasn’t even alive nine years yet. Still, despite the chaos, he handled it. He kept everyone on his gunship safe, and his very green co-pilot levelheaded despite how frantic and squirrelly his mind was.

“Wow,” CT-2843 said in the seat behind him, “do you see that?”

Shaking off the mini heart attack he gave him, Max took a peek out the side canopy. He had to stay level headed and calm if they were being attacked.

Instead of seeing an attack, he saw streaks of colors in the sky. He seen it in pictures, reading about them in textbooks, but never in person. Despite living on the rainy world of Kamino, he never found one on their sunny days.

“What is that?”

He could picture his young co-pilot with his helmet pressed close to the canopy’s glass, the big smile hidden under the standard pilot helmet, the sense of wonder in his eyes despite seeing their brothers they grew up with all their life get theirs snuffed out immediately as the war began.

“Max, what is it? Do you know?”

Max looked again, smiling too, “that’s a rainbow.”

****

Most days, Max never realized he was short.

He stood same height as Jango Fett, who was their template. However, the Kaminoans meddling and their nutrients helped most of his brothers grow past Jango’s height.

Walking on Coruscant, Max found himself going from a steady pace like his brothers to speed walking.

His fellow pilots—even his little brother—were all taller hitting the average six foot mark; then there was Tracks who bypassed it by five inches.

Max stopped for a moment, catching his breath.

They kept going.

He looked up again realizing he lost them all. He couldn’t even see Tracks’s silver hair in the crowd of people.

“Shoot,” he began walking, dodging past people looking for his fellow pilots.

He even hopped on a bench, trying to spot someone. All he saw was faces that looked nothing like his own.

He did another sweep, feeling a hint of panic before his gaze was drawn to a fluorescent, colorful sign with interesting people entering the building.

He hopped off the bench, curiously drawn to the rainbow sign that matched the ones he painted on his thigh and bicep.

He stood outside the building, curious what it could mean. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who loved rainbows too. Maybe their was a whole community who admired them as well.

“You!”

Max turned to the voice, finding two fingers in his face belonging to two female Twi’leks that were holding hands in awe.

“You’re one of us!” They declared, and pulled him inside before he could argued.

“Everyone!” They held up Max’s arm proudly, “look!”

It was weird.

Max had seen different sentient species and interesting folks in the first two months he spent in the 952nd. However, this place was something else.

The crowded bar cheered, and someone—a man in extravagant makeup—kissed his cheek.

Too confused to fight it, he allowed himself to be paraded around the bar. Couples of the same gender even told him how brave he was, saying they didn’t even tell their parents.

As Max’s head spun, he was placed at an empty seat by the bar. He awkwardly sat on the bar stool, trying to wrap his head around where he was and what they all meant.

He closed his eyes, rubbing his temples as he tried to think clearly. Did he do something? What was it?

“Hey,” a husky voice called. “You okay?”

He opened his eyes, meeting a green Twi’lek’s concern gaze. Before, he’d think they were female, but now he wasn’t completely sure.

“I’m just a little flustered, ma’am. I mean, sir. I mean…” he paused, “I’m sorry.”

They smiled, resting their chin in their hand, “they just picked you off the street, huh?”

Max looked back, seeing the two Twi’leks who dragged him in drunkenly dancing with their friends and stealing kisses from one another.

He turned back, nodding to his new companion.

They laughed, hard enough they snorted twice.

Once they composed themself again, their dark lined eyes shifted to his arm. Smoothly, they lifted his arm, and tapped the rainbow.

“Do you know what this means?” They asked, black painted lips still in a kind smile.

“It’s a rainbow,” Max said, “like the one I saw the first time I left my homeworld.”

The held their chest, softly gasping in awe, “bless your heart!”

Max looked around at all the rainbow decor, feeling his cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.

“I… I think there was a communication error,” he stood up, “sorry, so sorry. I—“

“No, stay,” they took his hand, “let me educate you. I’m a good teacher, I swear.”

Max shyly sat back down, “sorry, I just feel really stupid right now.”

“You’re not,” they assured, “by the way, I’m Tay.”

They held out their hand, fingernails chipping with black paint.

Extending out his gloved hand, Max said, “I’m called Max.”

****

Next leave, Max slipped into the colorfully lit bar.

He lingered by the door, looking for his new friend in the crowd on the dance floor.

He felt awkward in his all black wardrobe, especially since Tay bought it for him and refused to let him even give them anything in return.

Tugging on the collar of his t-shirt, he searched the crowd for Tay. Wondering if he might see them again or if his last visit was just an one time thing.

“Max!“

He heard his name over the music, and his gaze fell to bar. There was a green Twi-lek in a black button up shirt and slacks, smiling with black painted lips and their hand waving in the air.

He smiled, weaving past the happy couples and gorgeous people having fun. Then he sat down on the barstool beside the smug looking Twi’lek.

“How’d you know I’m me and not one of my brothers?” Max asked.

Tay traced the scar on his face, “because I see you, Max.”

He couldn’t suppress his smile.

“Now,” Tay stood up, towering over him in their stiletto heels, “I waited for you for a month. We are going somewhere else tonight.”

“Like where?” Max asked.

Tay shrugged, “someplace where I can actually hear you. Sound good?”

His stomach did a flip when Tay took his hand, leading him through the crowd. Even when they got outside, they held his hand and slowed their pace to stay beside him.

Max’s licked his lips, suddenly feeling his mouth dry.

“Hey, Tay?” He worried his hands were becoming too clammy.

“Yes?” Tay smiled downwards towards him.

“What’s… would you… I mean, could we… maybe…”

Tay stopped, taking his other hand so they were facing each other.

“Max,” Tay said warmly, “I like you, too.”

Max’s legs felt like jello, “r-really?”

Tay released his hands, grabbing his face. Tilting his head up, her dark lips collided with his softly.

His eyes closed, and he melted.

#caribou speaks #caribou ocs #star wars #star wars the clone wars #max

[moonrver]

I said I a sigular person liked my post I would write a smash or pass list of the current f1 grid and @veryspecificfantasies did like it but it took me two whole weeks to write it somehow

So here is smash or pass: f1 from someone who is both very inexperienced and slightly prudish in the real world but has extensive Opinions

lewis: so we all know he's the most attractive on the grid, like its not up for debate in my opinion BUT.... .idk there's just something very dom about him? And I'm really not into that, like its so uncomfortable to me. We would not be compatible. So for that reason alone I'm gonna respectfully say pass (also apparently he's into feet and I just. I can't even think about that)

george: i go to Oxford so I've met 1000 george russells in the past few years. He's either a raging mansplaining tory or he's just kind of wooden and... southern. And I just feel like he wouldn't be that good in bed? Pass.

max: pass

checo: if he was younger I'd probably say smash bc he seems like a real romantic but I just see him as such a dad so im saying pass

charles: idk how compatible we'd be but ugh that face, how could I not? Smash.

carlos: literally ges like a mills and boon romance novel love interest. He is the definition of STEAMY. The luscious hair, the intense eyes, the lips, the abs. He would treat me right, I would have the night of my life. Smashhhh

daniel: of course I'm gonna smash. This man gave me an entire sexual awakening, I want to bite his nose. Can't tell if he'd be a freak of very intense and loving but either way it would be fun, he wouldn't stop talking, and you'd cuddle afterwards :)

lando: girlies he just doesn't do it for me. And he's so whiney and awkward and combined with my prudishness we'd either never make it that far or would have the most unpleasurable 3 minute sex known to man.

pierre: he's a freak he's a slut he's a hoe his abs make me go insane I would smash maybe once for the night of my life. He would not make me breakfast and would not text me.

yuki: this applies to lando too but im kind of short man phobic? I know that's a bad thing to say but its true, I'm a curvy gal and I feel insecure when im with men smaller than me so it just wouldn't work with yuki. but he is the driver I would most like to hang out with, he seems so fun and we could go shopping and eat good food :)

esteban: hear me out. There has always been something about este ive been into. He's got the height going for him but I also think he's an underrated hottie (and also looks just like the guy I was getting with from work....). And he's the driver I could see myself most realistically dating cos he's the right level of sweetheart. I dont know if he'd necessary be...Good? In bed at first? But he would be very...loving And try v hard :))) smash and date

fernando: short man phobic and also he's a but scary so pass but maybe as a younger man...

valterri: OK so idk if I'd be immediately into him but I feel like we'd get drunk together in an old pub or a snowy cabin or something and have a great time and really make each other laugh and id find myself increasingly drawn to him and then I just feel like he would give his ALL in bed, like he would work SO HARD and be SO INTENSE and it would be really hot and then he would make me a coffee and a nice snack and maybe we'd cuddle.

guanyu: I know so little about him other than his impeccable prada fits so im saying pass but this is subject to review

seb: rn his hair and bear put me off but like ferrari era...or even last year? There's just something about him? He' would......seduce me? So maybe smash idk???

lance: OK so with his older hair? With the swoopy fringe? Such a smash, i found him so hot and he has beautiful eyes but I hate his current hair sm id have to pass

alex: exact same as este, he has the height and he seems like the sweetest bf

nicky: pass, I'm just not into him

kevin: im on the fence...idk..hes a good looking guy so maybe smash? But I don't care too much either way

mick: this boyyy yes absolutely smash but not smash make love and stare into each others eyes and get married and grow old together :) :) :)

#forgive me for this #f1 #Daniel ricciardo #lewis hamilton

[morifinwes]

Lauraa I finished all the fics, apart from decay (currently reading that now) and I love it sm! Especially the lip gloss one lmao the whole thing was so hilarious to me XD but also like the concept of lwj wearing lipgloss is >>> -yibobibo

@yibobibo then i'm going to rec you some more!! the lip gloss one was !!!!! ajsksks yes!! lwj wearing lipgloss is just so!! good!!

modern

this one is the painful one i talked about:

visitations by var_abelasan (12K, wip, divorced wangxian, post divorce, most of this is angst, uhm lowkey don't but also do want wangxian to end up together, it's messy, the jiangs & lans are shitty, wwx was in prison (brief mentions of that but it's kind of a major plot point), mxy & xy are the little brothers he never wanted but wwx picked them up anyways)

"Wei Ying-" Lan Zhan says, stutters, "I'm sorry." 

And now Wei Wuxian sees it, the red rimming Lan Zhan's eyes, the rumpled edges of his blazer. There is an old, familiar urge for him to reach over, to hold Lan Zhan's hand and smooth his hair, to tell him that everything will be fine. 

"We're all a bit sorry about this, I think," he says instead, and finds that he means it. For Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and everyone else in that Guanyin temple, the pain must be unbearably fresh, like skin just flayed open. But Wei Wuxian's chest had been cracked open a long time ago, his wounds licked and cauterized and sewn shut over five long years - Ever hurting, but a dull, constant ache, "It's really alright, Lan Zhan."

 

Five years after being accused of corporate espionage and losing everything, the Guanyin Scandal breaks open and Wei Wuxian finds a familiar face at his door.

please don't let me be misunderstood by sysrae (3K, partly deaf!wwx, lwj notices, nobody else does though, idk wwx is like made out of fucking steel or some shit)

Lan Wangji has known Wei Ying for a fortnight, the first time he sees him get hit by a car.

light by redkosmos (10K, blind!lwj, which causes angst, but they manage it, best friends to lovers, fluff, lwj being insecure and feeling like a burden, college au kind of? but it doesn't matter too much)

The realization slowly dawns on him.

He can never again see the brightness of Wei Ying's eyes, the way they crescent when he smiles, never again see the rich black of his hair, the mess of it in the early mornings, never again see the beautiful tan of his skin, the beauty of the scars and marks adorned on it, how he wears his clothes, how it hugs his frame beautifully, how he looks like he's adorably swimming in cloth when he wears Lan Zhan's, and-

(Lan Zhan loses his vision in a car accident and learns to cope with it.)

don't leave me by trippinonskies (19K, brief very brief mention of lwj cheating, he doesn't but wwx is afraid lwj is cheating on him or just wants to break up with him, (he doesn't), marriage proposal, lwj acting distant = wwx's insecurities show up, fluff, angst and comfort)

Lan Zhan! Where are you lost today?” Wei Wuxian finally asks, at the end of his patience.

Lan Zhan looks a little guilty as he looks at Wei Wuxian, “Sorry, just a lot of work to deal with.”

Lie.

If there is one thing Lan Zhan can’t do, it’s lying. Especially to Wei Wuxian. But he doesn’t question Lan Zhan. He just accepts the reply, too scared to know that he is right. Too scared to know the truth.

// or where Lan Zhan is too hung up in planning the perfect proposal and ends up accidently ignoring Wei Wuxian making the other think that he wants to break up //

want you closer by xiaobucephalus ((3K, HORSES, only in the background tho, but wwx is an equestrian vet, which is so fucking valid bro, the lans own horses, a sick bunny, lwj the bunny parent!, super cute, dark bay throughoutbred chenqing is honestly so valid)

“Thank you,” Lan Zhan said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Don’t thank me, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying laughed again, his voice warming the chill of fear that had settled in his chest. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to get into your hutch for a while anyway.”

safe in your thoughts by anonymous (20K, it's a cherry magic au???? (i haven't watched it, but you have i think?), horny lwj but only for wwx (always for wwx))

Wei Wuxian learns three very important things on the night of his twenty-seventh birthday.

One, that Lan Wangji is ridiculously funny, which Wei Wuxian had known before but what Wei Wuxain hadn’t expected was Lan Wangji to be funny at his brother’s expense.

Two, that Wei Wuxian had finally gone mad, absolutely mental at the ripe age of twenty seven because nothing else would explain the third thing he had learnt.

Third, and the most unbelievable of the lot, that Lan Wangji wants to fuck him.

iura by yoo_im_finally_writing (1K, only added bcs op is right and wwx would've the cutest german accent, it's more fun if you understand german so hit me up if you want translations for the german sentences)

Wei Ying calls in the middle of the night to talk about German law, and Lan Zhan tries very hard not to fall asleep. Or at least, not to let Wei Ying notice he's falling asleep. (As best friends do.)

breathe in the air, the last of its kind by wereworm / @neverdoingmuch (27K, getting together, jealous!lwj, but also kind of supportive, brief mention of cheating bcs of miscommunication, no actual cheating tho, college au, lwj pov)

Following Wei Ying’s line of sight, Lan Wangji can barely prevent a smile from crossing his lips when he sees the short row of rabbit statuettes placed at the front of the display. Silver, with bright gems for eyes, they look elegant yet lively and animated.

“A-Yuan would love one of those,” Wei Ying murmurs, almost as if to himself.

Lan Wangji frowns; the rabbits, while cute, don’t seem like a suitable gift for Wei Ying’s A-Yuan.

...

It’s only when he glances back at the rabbits and notices what has been placed on display behind them, that the pieces fall into place. They’re engagement rings, there’s no doubt about it. Lan Wangji feels his heart sink – Wei Ying isn’t just dating A-Yuan, he wants to propose to him.

Or: the five times Lan Wangji thinks that A-Yuan is Wei Ying’s boyfriend and the one time he learns the truth.

paint smears on sunny days by snowshadowao3 / @angstsexual (53K, getting together, art teacher!wwx, single parent!lwj, they're rich if i remember right, wwx & lwj are both good with kids!!!, this is so good actually, fluff)

To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.

He comes close, though.

By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.

What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.

“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”

Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.

(Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)

no bunny compares by gusucloudbunny (4K, god this is cute, fluff)

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cornered his friend one week before his birthday. “If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

Lan Wangji furrowed his brow at Wei Wuxian, not exactly sure how to answer that question in a truthful manner that didn’t involve confessing his undying love for his best friend.

Wei Wuxian is on a mission to get Lan Wangji the perfect gift for his birthday. What Wei Wuxian doesn't know is that the only thing Lan Wangji truly wants is him.

wei wuxian's week of realizing things by photojenny (12K, i have read this multiple times, i always forget what happens, idk why but my notes say it's good, the tags say drunkji makes an appearance and i'm always up for that)

"Lan Zhan, do you like Mianmian?" asked Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji blinked, and stared. It was not the first time Lan Wangji had questioned the perceptiveness of the boy he had a crush on. Wei Wuxian had been smart in the class they had taken together. Yet time and time again, Wei Wuxian had tested the old wisdom that there are no stupid questions.

---

Lan Wangji must figure out how to confess when Wei Wuxian is the most oblivious person he's ever met.

are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (1K, crack, fluff, lwj stop flirting with a stranger, even if he is your husband, drunkji but make it to max level)

Lan Zhan wakes up and he has no idea where he is.

There are bright lights and his jaw hurts, he doesn't who this man next to his bed is but oh he might be in love, maybe, probably, definitely.

–

based off that guy-forgets-who-his-wife-is-and-hits-on-her vid but its wangxian.

beep! goes his heart by wearing_tearing (3K, fluff, lwj is like "he, he likes me right? he likes me" and everyone is like "yes, yes he does")

“Wei Ying’s heart monitor,” Lan Wangji starts.

Wen Qing blinks at him. “Yes?”

“It beeps.”

“That’s… what they generally do, yes.”

“The beeps change,” Lan Wangji continues, “when others are around.”

*

Wei Ying’s heart only sings for Lan Wangji.

canon

obedient and bellicose by thunderwear (19K, lwj is cursed by the lan elders, they notice too late, fix-it fic kind of?, lqr being a good uncle and lxc is a good brother, wwx accidentally uses the curse but he doesn't know about it)

It took Lan Wangji a long time to realize he was cursed. Too long really, anyone else would have noticed so much sooner. The problem was, he liked following the rules.

Ella Enchanted AU that no one needed but I wanted.

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (10K, amnesia, fluff, wwx taking care of lwj, so much fluff and softness, angst too but not that much)

The issue is, Lan Wangji brings his thoughts back before they stray too far, that it is impossible for someone to be in his bed, unless Lan Wangji himself invited them. He has not. He would remember doing so, and besides, all his night clothes are still on and there is no headache to imply that he was inebriated last night. No, the situation is simple.

There is someone in Lan Wangji’s bed. It is impossible for anyone to be in Lan Wangji’s bed, and yet that doesn’t seem to have stopped the stranger.

or lan wangji wakes up, and wei ying is there. he doesn't understand how or why, and he can understand even less why his hallucination of wei ying is so insistent on bathing him, and braiding his hair, on holding him and fixing his clothes. why the hallucination of wei ying seems so happy to see him.

teach me the way by likeafox (58K, rogue cultivator!wwx, horny wangxian, lwj wants wwx to teach him how to be a good lover, ....wwx is a virgin, the porn is the plot, but there's less of it than i thought)

"I do not wish to leave my future spouse… dissatisfied with my intimate knowledge,” Lan Zhan says, very seriously. “I am hoping to find an instructor, to better prepare myself for such matters."

Wei Ying feels his mouth drop open. He's pretty sure the Second Jade of Lan just told him he's a virgin who wants to learn how to do sex good.

Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian is the stuff of local legends. Some of those legends are even true! The ones about his tremendous experience in bed, on the other hand, are not so true. Which becomes a problem when Lan Wangji, on the verge of an arranged marriage and worried he won’t know how to please his future spouse, enlists Wei Ying's help to teach him the art of love-making. Wei Ying's great at improvisation, though, and is pretty sure he's got this sex mentor thing under control. What could possibly go wrong

other aus

of god: my love unholy by tunnelodfawn (3K, tw blood / war, dark!lwj, god!wwx, kind of poetry)

Lan Zhan takes everything as a sign from his god. The blood staining his fingertips—a holy anointment. He sanctifies himself through blood. The strings of his guqin gleam red in the sun—a divine blessing. This is an instrument of destruction. A single note—a cry of power—and in this note the voice of his god unravels the earthly threads tethering man to earth.

The Yiling Patriarch blesses Lan Zhan with war. Wei Wuxian blesses Lan Zhan with agility. Wei Ying blesses Lan Zhan with love.

The base of the Yiling Patriarch’s shrine is the home of Lan Zhan’s knees. He worships. There is something of the blasphemous and the unholy in his prayers. He prays not for victory but for the sight of Wei Ying. Bless me with your presence, he begs.

Or, wherein, Lan Zhan bridges the gap between the mortal and the divine—the worshipper and the god—with blood.

the river and the sea by sasamelons / @sasamelons (7K, soulmate au, arranged marriage (wangxian with each other), they're both kind of dumb but i love it)

Lan Wangji gritted his teeth, wishing to just be left alone. "I am looking for my soulmate," he ground out.

"Oh."

It took Lan Wangji a few moments to realize that Wei Wuxian had stopped following him. When he looked back, the other boy seemed to be frozen to the spot, eyes wide and lips still parted. He quickly looked away when he saw Lan Wangji looking back. "I see. Well, have a good trip!"

--

At six years old, Lan Zhan met his soulmate on the streets of Yiling and promptly lost him again.

At sixteen years old, Lan Wangji met his betrothed and was determined not to like him.

#so...i realized i forgot to check the things i already listed but? i tried to avoid listing fics twice? #yes i've mostly been reading oneshots these past few weeks idk why but i can't seem to find any long fics #or at least not ones that i like #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #wangxian fics #mdzs #mdzs fic #cql fic #the untamed #aamna tag #we're almost through the rec list now? i have so much open but idk why i add so few #i'm just really picky when it comes to which ones to write down and which ones not #and then this became a kind of comfort list? #idk? #but also ANGST #not Angst but ANGST #fun fact: Angst means fear in german

[carnocus]

oc tag game

Thanks @sleepy-night-child for the tag!

Rules: Physically ~ hair and eye color. Approximate height. Defining features. Emotionally/Mentally ~ how are they doing? 2 things you love about them. 2 things you hate about them.

Doing this for Paris from Chthonic Hearts:

Physically: Black, dark skin with cool undertones, shortish and chubby, big lips + nose. Has his hair cut quite short but it still goes into his eyes all the time, and he wears it natural. Has ear and nose piercings. Often wears a lot of black, as well as chains, chokers, patches, and other traits of clothes often seen in alt subcultures. Likes wearing eyeliner and black lipstick but sometimes doesn't bc on bad days it can make him dysphoric.

Emotionally: His mental health is definitely not great. He cares a lot about others, and thus is always afraid he will hurt others, and this causes him to become very anxious. He really wants what is best for everyone and usually displays it in small gestures, but his anxiety and general discomfort around people causes him to oftentimes be too closed off, too harsh, or even sometimes mean. He can also lash out in anger or sadness, though those moments are directed towards himself instead of others. Trust issues to the max in this bitch. Overall, he has really bad anxiety about hurting others and this causes harm to both himself and others, and his autism also contributes to this (of course all my characters either are neurodivergent or just have a lot of nd traits bc idk how to write nt people).

2 things I love:

- His emotional state can be very similar to mine at times and i use him as a vessel to sort out my own problems or to find someone relatable. It's nice to create characters that have your own problems and see them be great people and grow despite them. I also use him as my transgender vent character lmao.

- He is a very soft and loving person despite how cold he can seem and i love writing him in moments where his softness and love for others is shown or where he is vulnerable.

2 things I hate:

- How much i relate to him can be a double edged sword, because oftentimes the way i write him makes me question things about myself or feel worse about myself.

- I can't think of much else i hate but something that both can be annoying but also fun to write is that he can be really ignorant about other's feelings towards him and thinks that people who obviously love him actually dislike him.

I love him sm and his internal conflicts + character growth are really fun to play around with when working on the book.

OPEN TAG, but also tagging (without any pressure, of course) @euphoniouspandemonium @the-titular-bird @fiercely-raging-writer

#tag game #chthonichearts #paris:chthonichearts

[docholligay]

Just in case anyone else didn't ask it: She-ra thoughts?

Ah, yes, we finally finished the She-Ra last night. Okay, so I feel like I don’t have to say this, because I think this is in keeping with my general empotional timbre but: It’s fine if you loved the last season. I cannot EXPRESS how little I care. I do not go to bed at night thinking “IF ONLY I COULD CONVINCE THOSE FOOLS” I think arguing about it is stupid, by and large, because I find it highly unlikely that anything I sy is going to make someone who loved it go “You’re right, it was fool’s gold, but truly, I wanted so badly for it to bring wealth” and I doubt anyone could say anything that would get me to say “Oh you have opened mine eyes! I can see the craftwork that I so long denied” like come on. 

Remember how Jet hated Madoka Magica, and how it stopped me for not even five seconds from thinking it was fucking incredible, and how we managed to continue being friends because an animated show being good or not is not something grown people stew about? Good. 

So this isn’t a REFERENDUM on however you felt about it. I don’t cre. Let me take your hand. I do. Not. Care. 

So: 

I thought it was HORRENDOUSLY paced, and most of the problems I have with it, but not all, come out of that. It was frustrating because the show by and large had been so good, even when I hadn’t loved  a step it took, of being well considered and being willing to fully embrace the idea that a character can be wrong, or that you are allowed to feel multiple ways about something. 

People, I think, assume I hated Catra, but I don’t! I NEVER did, I LOOOOOOOVED Catra as a character, allowed to show how someone can be so twisted in their own fucking victimhood that they become the villain. I thought it was a brilliant bit of writing. I though having her and Glimmer, both so driven to the point, square off against each other, was amazing. I FULLY EXPECTED, and you can find me talking about this several seasons back, that she would have a redemption arc. I know how kid’s shows work, but also I knew she was Noelle Stevenson’s favorite, and there was no way she was going to let her close out the show being unredeemed. 

I also knew Catradora was happening, because it’s Stevenson’s ship. And no hate! Please know if I was running either SM or OW: The HBO series, it would go down EXACTLY the way I wanted. 

So I think what people thought my problems were are mischaracterized, reductionist, and a bit unfair. 

My problem was I got fucking WHIPLASH off the turnaround. We should have: have more seasons, made it last the whole season, started it earlier, or not had Catra fall so far. ANY of those would have helped the situation IMMENSELY for me. Catra literally tried to MURDER them all, MULTIPLE times, and I feel like she made one gesture and was let off the hook. I will have to go back and take a tally, but I think we stay pissed at her in the group for like TWO EPISODES. MAX. No one is allowed to continue to mistrust her, to resent her, nothing. 

 I feel like she was never really held to task for her self-pitying horseshit, and unfortunately, the DIRE circumstances made things where I even maybe thought she had a point dissolve before my very eyes. 

Like, I know you don’t want Adora to die, and you may even have a fucking point here, but if it’s one girl versus the world, you are being selfish to keep her. The world matters utterly more. Doc, I would think you would like that, her being utterly selfish, oh I WOULD LOVE IT, if the show in any way allowed you to hold the idea that Catra is Selfish and Bad. It’s the Iron Man problem, where the movie won’t leave me space to think he’s terrible, so instead of being like, Tony Stark, you little twit, I have to full-on hate him. 

And unfortunately, this isn’t just a problem with that whole storyline. Everything felt so rushed and set to the side, and the side characters we’d come to love got almost no real feel of resolution for me, or emotional depth. 

Like we haven’t spent any time with Spinerella or Netossa, but I’m supposed to get emotionally involved in the fact that they’re on opposite sides? I’m supposed to care about two characters who I have really only seen in passing? It takes a lot to make me want to bring my own emotions to the table, and it never managed that. 

The Glimmer and Bow thing felt entirely shoehorned in for reasons I don’t even fully understand, and I thought the pair-offs at the end were GENERALLY lazy. Not everyone needs to have a romantic interest at the end of the show! It could have been SPinerella/Netossa, Catra/Adora, and Mermista/Seahawl, and I think we all would have lived fine. Those are the couples we’ve come to expect, that were laid into the show, etc. Why pair everyone else up? I don’t get it all. 

I find brainwashing storylines very lazy and can never get emotionally invested in the whole ~my friend is now my enemy~ thing unless it’s VERY VERY well-written. 

MInor side note: INCREDIBLY unimpressed with the future flash with Adora all feminine and Catra having walked back her short hair. But glad, I suppose, to see that this show has never stopped from it’s goal of making any woman you could possibly take as butch and making sure you feminize her. 

THE GOOD

I did love the showdown between Micah and Glimmer. I thought that was really thematically important for Glimmer and her struggle with her powers, and there was nothing on earth I found disappointing about her blasting her dad in the face with 895 volts of eat a dick. It was great. Loved it. 

SHADOW WEAVER. Perhaps my vote for MVP of the entire show, I love that she was emotionally complex and difficult to read to the end. I love that even as she’s giving her lives for Catra and Adora, but also, mostly, because she knows it’s the only way the world will get saved, her last words are “You’re welcome” She was never NICE, but she provided a very complex marrative about evil and good, and she lived in the greys in many ways, and I thought she was a terribly interesting character that you were allowed to feel a WHOLE VARIETY of ways about. 

Seahawk’s whole “This reminds me of when we first met! You tried to kill me then, too” I howled at his whole thing. They are the only valid straight/het/whatever couple in the show and perhaps the world. (I mean, I would have rather he be a butch lesbian anyday, but) 

WRONG HORDAK. That was so well done and funny, I just thought it was a delight throughout the entire season.

But all in all, it was such a major writing disappointment. It was so poorly done in these final strokes, and that's so ridiculously shocking given the good writing of other seasons.

#and please do not DARE tell me 'it's a kid's show' #unless you want me to look down my nose every time you recommend one #madegeeky

[nakunakunomi]

Matchup for @elliemehl​

Hazel my dear, thank you for this wonderful event ❤️ you’re amazing and ILU sm, here’s some infos about me for the match up!

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Female, INFJ, Libra, I’m 1.73 tall and curvy, I have long and wavy ash-brown hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. I think my style can be described as casual fashion, but when I’m home I usually wear oversized tshirts and shorts!

I’m shy and reserved and I share very little about myself with others, but I’m also very open about my ideals. With people I care I’m soft and overprotective, and once you get to know me and I’m comfortable around you, I hardly shut up.

I’m clumsy af, lazy, messy, I get easily distracted and I can be a bit bratty sometimes. I also have the worst sleeping habits, I go to sleep at impossible hours, sleep a little and take naps through the day.

I like the comfort of my home, my favorite food is pizza and when I’m not drawing you can catch me playing videogames or watching movies! I love and am attracted by neon/bright colors.

A fact about me is that I’m quite a good swimmer, I started swimming at a very young age and I used to spent 90% of my time at the beach in the water as a kid (this hasn’t changed now that I’m an adult tbh).

Ellie! I love you and your patience!! I am SO SO SO Sorry for making you wait one eternity and three hours! I hope you can enjoy this matchup, I took some liberties with it QwQ. I match you with.... 

OTP: Mihawk

Hear me out! I am not gonna lie, and in my elimination process, once we talked about not minding the elder man and even sometimes preferring them, I just went on scratched out all the babies and then through further process of elimination I got you one (1) goth dad(dy)! Jokes aside, let’s get into the matchup! 

While Mihawk is more on the classy side of the spectrum of One Piece men, don’t you ever think for a second this man is boring, his dry observations are incredibly funny, never failing to make you laugh while maintaining a straight face himself. He knows how to deal with your more messy and bratty side, straightening you out a little without either of you actually realizing it. 

Mihawk is quite the romantic once he’s fallen for someone (which is rare) and fits a more indoor-prone lifestyle very well. It’s not like you never go out -quite the contrary, there’s regular trips mentioned later and the occasional dinner out- but he actually prefers staying in, sharing a home-made meal and a couch in close proximity. 

He will regularly return home with little things that reminded him of you, and the way he presents them is not really sappy but just a genuine, almost deadpan expression of how you occupy his minds. Flowers are pretty high on the gift-list as well. 

Favorite dates are lowkey and inside, but every once in a while he will take you on the tiny boat to a gorgeous island with the bluest lake you have ever seen, with nice rocks so you can jump into the water and enjoy the entire day swimming! He will not join you in the water out of his own volition, but if you ask nicely... well there is no one around, and as a pirate he’s quite the good swimmer as well. 

Rounding it off for the sake of it becoming too long, but Mihawk takes proper care of you, drawing you nice-smelling baths with candles lit around it whenever you’ve had an extremely tiring day, and even learning how to bake your favorite pizza’s. And he has just the right wine to go along with it. 

Runner up: Trafalgar Law

Okay look. With every single one of these I tried to erase all the things in my mind that I already knew. And yet here we are with one (1) sleep deprived gremlin for your match. 

Law matches so well with the third paragraph of your description, you can be both working on whatever is occupying your brain at 3 am, grab a coffee and then finally get to sleep around sunrise, maybe just a little nap, before returning to what you were doing before. Law is all for the softer affection and sharing a nap is one of them!

Why is not your number 1 match: Well, say goodbye to any pattern or daily routine because honestly the two of you would spiral, I feel like your match would be someone you can lean on a little more, and who will take a little better care. Another -maybe more stupid- deal breaker is that you can never go on swimming dates, and that’s also sad. If you can get over that all, it’s a great match still! 

BrOTP: Shirahoshi 

Hear me out! Shirahoshi is a little young, but I feel like she would be a wonderful friend for you! She is an absolute lovely girl ready to shower you with all the love and praise and fuel your confidence! 

Shirahoshi knows all the best ways to just sit inside and chill and genuinely have enjoyable days while not putting too much effort into all the things! Your basic hangout days are just self care to the max, sharing your favorite food and pampering yourselves and each other. 

Shirahoshi is a great listener, and while she does not always come up with the best advice, she is actually excellent at just offering comfort and keeping secrets! She also is always down to fangirl over actual crushes and fictional ones! She tends to hyperfixate a little so drag her into your hobbies and you have someone to talk with for forever! 

#Naku no matchup #500 followers event #one piece #one piece matchup

[nyamafriend]

TELL US ABOUT YOUR OCS!!!!

Bro,,,,,, I love them sm. I’ll just do a quick bullet list of a few and if y’all wanna learn more about any of them (or wanna hear about any more of them) lmk. Some of them WILL be dnd characters, just btw

- First up is my girl Cassie! Her name is short for Cassiopeia bc I love mythology and stars. She’s in her 30s ish, and somehow she went from maybe saphhic to the biggest femme lesbian ever. Also probably ace. She’s very happy and colorful, lots of paintings (yeah she’s an art gay, deal w it) and pins, has like 3 cats. She has fairy lights up everywhere and is probably a plant mom

- Valerie!! I love her. So much. She’s Cassie’s adoptive/foster daughter (not sure which yet, but one of them) and she’s somewhere in her late teens (probably like 17). She only recently came out as trans, and is getting used to Cassie treating her in a supportive way. My girl has a dry sense of humor and names all of her belongings including her piccolo. His name is Bane, short for Bane-If-My-Existence. She is SUCH a cat mom, I’m serious those cats adore her. Her and Cassie have regular nail polish dates where they do each other’s nails and make a blanket fort and watch movies. I love their dynamic, which is great bc I made them!

- Fanta!!!! She’s an elf. There’s a story behind her name. Her dads name is Crush. Her moms name was Sunny (like Sunkist). Fanta isn’t her real name, she has a name that’s much more traditionally elven, but we don’t give a shit about that. Also I don’t remember it. She’s vv cheery, a cheerleader. Ears are a bit long bc of some goblin on her dads side. Somehow saphhic, even she doesn’t quite know what her actual sexuality is but she likes girls! At one point dated her best friend Sapphie, they lasted like 2 weeks max. Her hair is orange (no one is sure if it’s natural or dyed or magic and she doesn’t tell them) and always up in a ponytail. Also a bard, she talented. Accidentally became a little bit of a self insert haha whoops

- Dianin!! God I love this child. They’re a verdan, and my baby. Fine with any pronouns, typically uses she/they but honestly couldn’t give a shit. Vv smart, knows their way around a library. It’s honestly pretty scary. They’re really into stars (there’s some lore behind that but we aren’t gonna get into that now) and are immediately enraptured when you mention space. Very very very curious. Not the most social, so can seem a little standoffish at times but well-intentioned and willing to apologize if that happens

- Atolla Dew!!!!!! I just created her recently and my heart is FULL. This is my water genasi girl (also like 1/8 dragonborn so she has fangs bc I’m a simp) and I ADORE her. Her hair is smoke (might be water if it weren’t so hot and humid where she lives) and she is a weaponsmith! She mostly works with guns and she has her own bc my friend (who will be the dm) said she can have a gun. She’s so extremely scatterbrained and has been late to work countless times, it’s honestly so bad. She reads instruction manuals for fun bc she likes to figure out the inner workings of things. The embodiment of “longer I get my shit together, it’s over for yall” Also might end up dating her roommate Wisp but we shall see how I feel about that. Maybe QPPs

I have so many more and I love them all. If I talk about any more I’ll probably start talking about the dumb dnd characters I’ve made and put them together w their parties bc I love them all equally. Except for Fanta, out of those parties she’s my favorite

Anyway, thank you sm for asking! Fell free to ask me to elaborate or tell me to shut the fuck up

[benhardyisdaddy]

What A Time - Part 10

MASTERLIST 

(hello ily all !! i hope this part is okay <3 ALSO that’s the shirt i used in the story that y/n wears, i love it sm and i love him in that pic OOOOF look @ him)

Word Count: 1,717

You had curled up in bed and didn’t leave your room for the remainder of the day and night. You could still hear quiet voices downstairs, knowing that it was probably you they were speaking about. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt hot tears stream down your face. A certain pang of guilt hits you. You felt bad for treating Roger the way you did. He only did that to make you feel loved and at home, even if you don’t remember this being your home. His face, when you were yelling at him, had broken your heart. You didn’t mean to lash out like that at him, but you felt overwhelmed and like an animal in a cage, having strangers stare at you with no place to go. You were embarrassed and didn’t want to face Roger, but you knew you had to.

Morning had finally arrived as you’re sprawled out in bed. You yawn and rub your eyes and sit up. You look around when suddenly a pain shoots through your head. You grab it fast with your hands and hunch over. Everything around you spins. You squeeze your eyes close and whimper. Suddenly, it stops. You exhale as you open your eyes and look around once more. You blink a few times and keep thinking something over and over in your head. Roger Meddows Taylor, Roger Meddows Taylor, Roger Meddows Taylor. You keep repeating that in your head over and over when suddenly, it hits you. His name, you think to yourself.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

You look to the door fast and jump up from bed. You steady yourself as you get lightheaded, but ignore it. You rush to it and open it up. Roger is stood in front of you, dark bags under his eyes. He looks exhausted and your guilt returns. You lightly smile as your eyes lock together. Your grin makes Roger’s eyes gleam for a moment.

“I just wanted to apologize for last ni-”

“Roger Meddows Taylor.” you whisper.

Rog freezes and his brows slightly furrow. He shakes his head.

“What?” he whispers.

“Is that your name?” you ask. “Roger Meddows Taylor? If so, I remembered it.”

His eyes open wide and he forces himself to smile, even though he’s secretly freaking out. You remembered his name, which means you’ll more than likely begin to remember everything else.

“I had this excruciating pain in my head and then all of a sudden, I remembered. Isn’t that great?” you ask, beaming with excitement.

Roger grins back and shakes his head.

“That’s so amazing!” he lies.

The two of you smile at each other for a moment when you suddenly look away, your heart skipping a beat. You clear your throat and look back to him.

“I should be the apologizing, by the way. So I’m sorry for how I treated you last night. I was overwhelmed, but I shouldn't have yelled at you. I realize now that you were trying to welcome me home. So, I’m sorry.”

Roger’s half smile drops and he swallows hard. He doesn’t want you to ever apologize to him. He knows that he should be the one apologizing to you. For a lot of things. He shakes his head fast.

“No! Don’t apologize. Please. I should’ve thought everything through more clearly and not have thrown all of them at you on your first day back. So, I’m sorry. It was on me. You’re fragile right now and I need to remember that. Just, I guess it’s taking me some time getting use to… This.” he says, referring to your memory loss.

You nod and look down at the floor.

“Would… Would you like to eat breakfast with me? It’s okay if not, I can get it brought to your room.” he says quickly.

You look to him and smile.

“I would love to.” you whisper.

Roger’s eyes soften and he smiles. He runs a hand through his hair and takes a step back.

“Um, okay, yeah! I’ll just be downstairs, so… Uh, take your time.” he says.

You smile back and bite your bottom lip. Watching this man get flustered around you was honestly adorable. Something deep inside of you couldn’t resist the urge to want to touch him. Just reach out and run your hand through his hair or glide your finger over his lips. Yet something else deep inside of you was almost sad? Like every time you look at him, you almost want to cry and you weren’t sure why. You weren’t sure you wanted to know why.

“I’ll just get around real quick and I’ll be down.” you say.

Roger smiles, nods and turns to walk away. You watch him walk down the steps and you close the door. You turn around and lean against it, exhaling hard. You look over to the room’s closet and walk to it. You open it up and gasp. The closet was almost like a second bedroom, it was so large. You walk inside and look around. There were racks and racks of clothes, you didn’t know what to look at first. You glide your fingers against the clothes and stop at a tan fur coat. Your hearts jumps as you remember where you’ve seen this coat from. This was the same coat in those Polaroid pictures of you from the hospital. Your cheeks get hot as you run your hands through the soft material and continue looking. An over-sized white shirt caught your eyes. You slip it off of the hanger stare at the trippy Disney design on the front. You like it a lot, so you take it for yourself. You browse the shelf section of the closet and skim through sleep shorts that were yours. You opt for a pair of short, ruffly purple ones.

You walk from the closet and into the bathroom. You stare at yourself in the mirror and at the purple, swollen bruise against your eye. Your slight fractures had heeled perfectly, but the stitches on your abdomen still stung if you touched them. You slowly lift and toss your shirt to the floor. Dark bruises still covered your body and you wince at the sight. The scars from the defibrillator were red and tender as you close your eyes at the memory of you almost dying. You shake your head and discard the rest of your clothing and turn the shower on. Hot steam fills the room as you step inside. You sigh at the hot water cascading down onto your sore muscles. You gently wash yourself off and wash your hair. First time in forever since you feel actually clean. You sigh at the feeling and shut the water off. You slip a towel over you and step out. You quickly change and allow your hair to air dry. You slip on a pair of socks and make your way to exit the room.

Roger had been sat downstairs at the dining room table waiting for you. He kept looking at his watch, wondering how much longer it’ll be until you make your way down to him. He checks it once more when sounds of footsteps against the stairs makes his head fly up. You round the corner and he can’t help but smile. He stands up quickly and looks down at the shirt you have on. His smile falls and you notice it.

“That’s my shirt.” he says, looking to you with a grin on his face. “It was one of your favorites.”

You look down and run your hand over the design. You look back up and smile as he pulls back your seat for you. You thank him as you sit down. He takes his seat as you look around. Eggs, bacon, fruit, hash browns, pancakes, and sausage fill the table. Roger watches as you glance around and smiles.

“I know how much breakfast is your favorite food group, so…”

You look to him and smile.

“Yeah… You’re right, it is. Thank you for this.”

He nods and looks down. You grab your plate and begin filling it up. Your stomach growled as the delicious aromas fill the air. Roger grabs a pitcher of orange juice and holds it up.

“Juice?” he asks.

You take a bite of bacon and quickly nod your head, handing him your glass.

“Thank you.” you reply back as you take a gulp.

“I’m really happy you remembered my name.” he says, taking a bite of food.

He really was happy you remembered. Not excited that you remembered, but happy. You smile and nod, your cheeks flushing.

“The remembering part wasn’t as nice as I would have liked it to be, but I’m happy I did too. Maybe I’ll remember a bunch of other things too.”

Roger’s smile falls a bit, but he quickly regains it.

“So… We went to Paris?” you ask, trying to make the silence not so silent.

Roger nods quickly and leans back in his chair.

“You had begged me to go for forever, so I set up a giant surprise visit for you. You were so in love with the city, I thought I’d have to drag you on the plane when we left. The thought of the Eiffel Tower was so exciting to you, until you were actually on top. You got so scared of the height, I had to hold you close the whole time.”

The two of you laugh as you look down.

“That definitely sounds like me.” you giggle.

Roger watches as you laugh to yourself and he can’t help but smile.

“You have no idea how much I missed that smile.” he whispers.

You look up to him quickly and your grin falls. Roger realizes that his comment would confuse you, so he quickly explains himself.

“Just, you being away in the hospital. I missed it.” he half lies.

Your eyes soften as you lightly smile at him. The two of you lock eyes as Roger’s eyes fall to look at your lips. You catch yourself doing the same thing. Another second passes, when suddenly a loud buzzing sound makes the both of you jump. Roger exhales loudly as he gets up and walks over to a speaker system on the wall. He presses a red button and leans in.

“Who is it?” he asks, upset that someone had interrupted.

“Yeah, I’m looking for y/n?” says a familiar voice.

You gasp when you realize who it is.

“Max!?”

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[argylemikewheeler]

imagine steve's coming out to the kids, like obviously nancy and jonathon already know, they're his best friends, and this kids are obviously all accepting of steve and they just all wanna know when he's gonna get a boyfriend it's so PURE

[[writing this was the best thing i’ve ever done. thank you xo i loved it sm]]

Steve’s freaking out. He’s really freaking out. Being honest, Steve Harrington has done some stupid fucking shit and has probably warranted a prescription for an anti-anxiety or something by this point. But this– this fucking decision– was the dumbest thing he’s ever done. Or at least, will be after he does it.

“Steve, why do you look like you’re going to throw up?” Jonathan asks, poking his banana split with his spoon.

“Because, Johnny, I am.” Steve mutters, craning his neck to see if the kids are coming yet.

“They’re fourteen year olds.” Nancy tries to hide her laugh in a cough.

“Please don’t throw up.” Jonathan adds. “Not on my ice cream.”

“Gee, thanks. Love you too.” Steve snaps with a tisk of his tongue.

“Steve, you’re coming out to a bunch of middle schoolers. This isn’t a trial.” Nancy says, trying to diffuse their glaring. “You do know like, two of them are probably gay. Like, statistically.”

“Yeah, well they got one big ol’ gay right fucking here, scooping them ice cream. Statistically.” Steve begins to chew his bottom lip. “Oh my god, they probably already figured it out. They stood me up.”

Jonathan doesn’t acknowledge Steve’s idiotic logic. “Why again are you having them meet you at an ice cream parlor? You work here.”

“Cheap ice cream. I can bribe them.” Steve answers without thought. “And it’s in public, so they won’t make a scene if things go sour.”

“Steve,” Nancy says, taking his hand. Jonathan takes the other and it’s annoyingly calming. “they aren’t your parents. They’re good kids. They’re going to be okay with it.”

“I really hope so– Oh fuck here they are.” Steve pulls his hands away and tries to dry his palms on his jeans.

Max walks in with her arms around Lucas and Dustin. Her smile is an echo of a memory Steve hasn’t had in a while. Lucas laughs and Dustin is cackling from the joke Steve was just out of reach of. Behind her, El skips into the parlor with Will, who is walking. Definitely walking. He looks sure to put both feet down evenly, alerting everyone he is walking. Steve knows that look– no, he wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Steve looks away and spots Mike coming in last. He spots his sister and waves at her, locating Steve in the next moment.

“I’m gonna hurl. Oh my god.”

“Why are you doing this again?” Jonathan asks, reaching for his hand again. He’d started holding Steve’s hand after Steve had come out. Steve had confessed his own disgust with himself, with how much he was afraid to touch Jonathan in passing or even play a sport because he didn’t want to make anyone feel invaded or uncomfortable. Jonathan told him he was never bothered and began grabbing hand when he wants Steve to know he’s listening. Steve doesn’t hate it.

“I don’t want them to be scared like me. The news is getting… worse and I want them to have someone happy– and healthy– to look up to if they are… how they are.” Steve says, squeezing Jonathan’s hand.

“You’re a really good friend to them, Steve.” Nancy smiles as she slides out of the booth. She kisses him on the cheek and fixes his hair; he hadn’t washed it in two days. Hadn’t slept properly longer.

“Good luck. Come get us when it’s all over.” Jonathan pats Steve on the shoulder as they walk away and leave the booth open for the kids.

“Hey Steve!” Dustin slides in beside him, scooting him against the wall. “What’s new?”

“Nothing really.” Still the same Steve, unfortunately. Now just self-aware. “How’s your summer?”

“Hot.” El says– she wasn’t going by Jane anymore, he thinks– thudding her elbows on the table as she sits. Mike slides in next to her and Will beside him. Max pulls up a chair to the end of the table as Lucas finishes off the bench with Steve and Dustin. “I want ice cream.”

“I’ll get you some. What flavor?” Max says, the easiest to stand.

“No. No I’ll get everyone ice cream.” Steve says, waving her back down to her seat. “I’ll use my employee discount and everything. I just want to.. I want to talk to you guys for a second. If that’s okay.” He feels his heart try to stop. Not skip a beat, not sink to his stomach or jump to his throat. No, it tries to come to a halt and kill him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you going far away for college!” Max cries, gripping at the table edge. “I thought you said that you were going locally! We need you here!”

“I am, I still am.” Steve soothes. “It has nothing to do with college.”

“Then what? What else do you do with your time other than scoop ice cream and bitch about going to college?” Dustin says.

“Hey, language.” Steve says firmly. “And I do plenty of other things.”

“Yeah, you sit in my living room and bitch to Nancy.” Mike laughs.

“Hey! Language!”

“So far we haven’t told a lie.” Lucas reaches behind Dustin to playfully shove Steve. “But, for real, what’s wrong? You typically don’t call us in like this.”

“I feel like I’m at a business meeting.” Will notes, folding his hands on the tabletop. Mike laughs and does the same, as does El. “Mr. Harrington, please, state your business.”

This is the moment, Steve knows it. It’s exactly what he wanted, but why does it feel so difficult? It feels like pressure squeezing around him– rather than on his hand. He wishes for a moment that Jonathan was there, but he has to do it alone anyway. It’ll be alone for the rest of his life anyway.

“I wanted to tell you guys that when I go to college, I might… I uh, I might start dating. Well, like, more seriously than I did in high school.” Steve isn’t sure what their parents have said about gay people and he wants to humanize and deescalate the lies built around his life. He doesn’t want to scare them.

“Well I hope so.” Mike says. “You can’t keep hanging around with us forever. I mean, we’re cool shit and everything–”

“Dammit, Mike! Language!” Steve sighs, poking his hands harshly. “Don’t make me tell Nancy.”

“She’s got a filthier mouth than me!” Mike cries. “She taught me how to correctly use the F word the other day!”

“Ooo! You’ll have to share.” Dustin says with excitement.

“Which F word. I know at least… thirty.” El asks quietly, nudging Mike with her elbow.

Steve can think of a completely different F word for the situation. And he hates that he thinks of it, but he imagines one of the kids spitting the word at him as they storm away from the table. But Nancy was right, these kids aren’t his parents. They wouldn’t use that word. They were raised different. They were raised in the middle of this chaos and death– they were empathetic and loving. He raised them; they’d have to still love him. Right?

“Guys, Steve’s trying to talk.” Lucas says, cutting through the suddenly yammering.

“I-It’s not important.”

“It is if you’re gonna buy us ice cream after.” Max counters. “That never happens. Unless it’s important. Or like, a divorce.” She laughs but Steve also knows she isn’t kidding.

“Uh, I just wanted to tell you that… that when I start dating in college. The people I date might not be who you expect.” Steve is such an idiot. Such a coward. He’s afraid of fourteen year olds. Genuinely afraid.

“What do you think we expect?” Will asks, furrowing his eyebrows. “All of them to look like Nancy?”

Well, no. But they’d be Nancies.

“Well, I’m sure you expect women.” Steve spits. “A-And… They won’t be.”

The table is still. They all stare at the table and Lucas turns his head to stare at Steve, the first one to move.

“Are you telling us you’re gay? That’s it?” He says with horrifying nonchalance. His courage frightens Steve.

“I am. Yes.”

“Oh. That’s the ice cream event?” Mike asks, unfolding his hands. “That’s not really that important.”

“It is to Steve.” Will reasons, reaching a hand out toward Steve on the table. Oh, Steve thinks, that’s why he came out. Will knows. He lets Will touch his hand, just like his older brother would. This time though, Steve is comforting someone else’s fear of contact rather than the reverse.

“Wait, does this mean you’re gonna have college boyfriends!” El asks with wide eyes. “Oh! They’ll look like those boys in the movies, Mike. Leather jackets and everything?”

“I mean, sure. Yeah. I could have a boyfriend with a leather jacket. Or maybe a denim one. Or like, no coat at all if he’s tough or something. I’m open to all fashion choices.”

“Except like, those weird colorful shorts or something.” Dustin says.

“I happen to think Jams are cute, thank you very much.” Steve says shooting him a look and pressing his lips together in a joking purse.

“Cute?” Mike repeats. “Oooooo! Steve thinks boys are cute!”

“I’m gay, that’s what that means.” He shoots back, the words coming naturally. He never thought he’d see the day. Maybe all it took were some rambunctious kids.

“But I mean… cute? That’s so sixth grade.” Max scrunches her nose and laughs.

“Unless he’s thinking of someone in particular.” Lucas points and Steve feels the thrumming excitement with none of the fear. “Who is it! Who is he!”

“No one! I’m not seeing anyone! You think I’d get a boyfriend before I told my number ones? I don’t think so.”

“When are you going to get a boyfriend, then? We want to terrorize him!” Mike groans, slapping the table jokingly. “Get a boyfriend already, Steve. God!”

“Not everyone gets a girlfriend from another dimension, Mike.” Will quips, his hand still touching Steve’s. “Steve is limited to human earthlings only.”

“Are the boys on Earth cute?” El asks. Steve isn’t sure if she’s playing along or not.

“Don’t you have eyes?” Steve asks, blinking slowly. “I mean, why are you asking me?”

“None of us are gay.” Steve doesn’t catch who says it but he feels a shift in his hand. “We don’t see what you see!”

“I see the same thing as you.”

“But they’re older than us! We don’t know what’s cute when you turn nineteen!” Max reasons. “The only nineteen year old I know is… Not cute.”

“That’s cause he’s your brother.”

“I think monster is his preferred species of origin.” Will cuts in, raising an eyebrow.

“Either way. He’s not cute, right, Steve?” Max holds a hand out to Steve, ready to receive the verbal validation.

“Yeah. Not.” Steve laughs. “Mullets? Not really my speed. I mean, neither is getting my nose broken– and that shouldn’t be for you either.”

“Okay, so Steve thinks that non-mullets, jackets, and non-violent boys are cute. Okay. That’s easy. We can get you a boyfriend!” Dustin starts counting the traits on his hands. “Please reconsider the Jams though, Steve.”

“You guys haven’t even had a serious girlfriend– o-or boyfriend.” He counters, resting his arm on the back of the booth seat. He accidentally nudges the man behind them, his hand jerking away to rest in his lap. He doesn’t look back as the man looks at Steve.

“Excuse me?” Mike says with mock offense. “Uh, I’m fine thanks.”

“You’re fourteen.”

“We’re holding hands.”

“I’m gonna gag.” Max teases, although Steve easily spots her hand resting against Lucas’ arm on the table. “I need ice cream.”

“Here, let me out and I’ll get you some– on one condition.” Steve points at all of them sternly. “You don’t embarrass me in front of any man that is between the ages of twenty and twenty-five that may or may not be wearing colorful shorts.”

“Twenty-five?” Mike repeats. “Isn’t that a bit old for you?”

“Isn’t El a little too cool for you?” Lucas says in Steve’s defense.

“She is.” Mike says sitting up straight. “But you don’t have to remind her.”

“Oh, I know, Mike.” She isn’t even joking a little bit. Steve loves Eleven. He really does.

“Alright alright, lets get you ice cream.” Steve waves the kids out of his booth and stands. His legs still feel like they want to buckle, but with a new sense of relief. He’s got six kids around him in case he falls.

Steve walks them up to the counter, waving to Robin as he slides over the counter to start serving them. Mike wants a sundae with two spoons, Dustin wants mint chocolate chip– two scoops, Steve, I’m a growing boy– in the last waffle cone, Lucas can’t decide between two flavors so Steve manages a special twisted stack of peanut butter and rocky road scoops, and Will gets sherbet– fucking rainbow sherbet– and Steve makes sure it’s the nicest three scoops he’s ever managed. Max asks Steve to surprise her as she ushers away, trying to keep Will from dripping on his shirt. She’s grabbing napkins from passing tables and holding it around the cone as Will readjusts his grip.

She’s a lovely kid, growing up in the sunshine despite being raised in such darkness. It was kind of inspiring, Steve hated to admit. She was five years younger than him and she was already showing him the promising future of keeping his head up. He needed these kids more than they ever needed him.

“I’m sorry.” A young man approaches Steve as he walks back around the counter, Max’s cone in his hand. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I overheard you talking.”

“Oh… Sorry if we were being loud.” Steve mutters handing Max her ice cream. He notices there is no one behind them. “Oh, was it you I hit earlier? I’m sorry.”

“No! No! That’s not it at all!” His eyes are green. Steve has never seen eyes so green in his life. He’s glad talking is an excuse to look into them. “I wanted to say that I agree.”

“What?”

“Jams are cute. Although, I think ruddy converse and jeans are cuter.” Steve fights the urge to look down at his own outfit; he knows he’s wearing those two things but he wants to make sure he isn’t hallucinating.

“I– thank you.” Steve is blushing in front of a bunch of teenagers and he wants to scream.

“Do you come here often? Live close or just on vacation?” The boy asks, licking his ice cream. Steve wants to scream. Why isn’t he screaming?

“I work here.”

“Oh. Good.” The boy smiles. “Guess I’ll see you again…”

“Steve. I’m Steve.”

“Theodore.” He nods and leaves Steve with a long look.

“Dude!” Dustin cries, slapping his arms and trying to bring him back to reality. “DUDE!”

“I can’t believe you all just saw that.” Steve was checked out, for the first time, in front of his babysitting gig.

“Steve’s got a boyfriend!” Max laughs, sitting back in her chair. “Didn’t take long.”

Steve nods in agreement, but there were so many months of half started conversations and awkward bail out lines that led to Steve even being able to make eye contact with Theodore. It didn’t feel like long to them because they only got to follow the positive; the journey including the negative and the regression was at least five years. But in the long run of the rest of his life, it really didn’t take long. Steve now had the rest of his life to be happy– maybe or maybe not with Theodore.

“I can’t wait for Steve to start college dating. It’s going to be so fun!”

“What if your boyfriend is like, a doctor or something? Will you date a doctor, Steve?”

“No! No! He should date a guy that can fix a car– you’re really bad at it, Steve.”

“You can’t pick his boyfriend’s skills like a Sears catalog… You should just go for someone tall! Like, taller than you. Or maybe blond too.”

“A redhead!”

“Hey, hey, hey. I’ll date who I date.” Steve laughs, sitting down in the booth again. “Lets not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Promise you’ll introduce him to us?” Will asks, twisting cone in his hand.

“Of course I will. And if you approve, it’s wedding bells for that poor sucker.”

“He better not own Jams, Steve, I swear to god.” Dustin sighs.

“So glad my sexuality doesn’t bother you but his potential fashion does.” Steve laughs. He wants to cry, if he’s being honest. This was the dumbest thing he’s ever done in his life, but it’s the most important.

“If you date someone who’s not as cool as you, I’m gonna be really upset.” Max says firmly. “You only date up.”

“Guys, stop.” Mike whispered, looking at El with over dramatic paranoia. “She’ll hear you.” El dips her finger in the whipped cream and slides it on Mike’s nose.

“How about this? I’ll only date someone who likes me, likes you guys, and… and…”

“Makes you happy.” Will pipes up, a dot of sherbet on his nose.

“Yeah!” They all agree, nodding their heads with their cones.

“That sounds easy enough.” Steve smiles. He places his arm around the back of the booth again, leaning into Dustin’s side. “Thanks for listening, guys. You’re pretty cool, I guess. All of you.”

“We love you, Steve.” Max says, the other Party members nodding.

I’m gay was yet to be followed by I love you for Steve. He grins and reaches his hand into the middle of the table. All the kids place their own on top and smile in return. He’s completely alright with finding a new family for college, even if it means he has to be the “adult” one. That doesn’t mean he can’t learn from his six brothers and sisters. They love him. That’s all he needs.

#gay steve #stranger things writing #steve and the party #steve harrington #babysitter steve harrington #prompts #to link #this was so fun to write #i love this situation so much thank you for this #i'm really proud of this ngl #i listened to let my love open the door the whole time if you wanted to listen while you read #i love writing steve so much holy shit #also idk but you could possibly read this as #bi steve #i'm not adverse to it of course i love it

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Tag meme

I was tagged by @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond ! tysm ;;

Nickname: Nova most commonly!

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 5′5.5 because middle of the road is how it be

Time: 19:58 as of now! I think the zone is “ UTC -5:00 / -4:00″? It’s eastern US ^^;

Favorite band/artist: OOOOooooh hmm.... I really like a lot of artists, but I’ve been on a bit of a sleeping at last kick lately?? Ofc I also really like all the popular / common alt rock artists (like imagine dragons, fob, etc etc!)

Song stuck in my head: Oh none rn actually! partially bc I’m listening to music rn gbdfhdfhfd  but most recently I’ve had a few songs cycling through my head? Cups by Anna Kendrick, Stronger by The Score, and andy you’re a star by uhhhh....the killers maybe??

Last movie I saw: Captain Marvel! I loved it sm...

Last thing I googled: Oh no...this is a little shameful- “what is my timezone“. I KNOW MY TIMEZONE I SWEAR I JUST WASNT SURE IF THERE WAS A DIFFERENT NAME FOR IT

Other blogs:  oh uhhhh yea, a couple! @oceanic-year was a blog i made to document my trip through the carribbean, but i ended up abandoning it- i havent deleted it because :( memories... @clipped-warboy was my mad max blog for awhile! i had a character and everything - a friend of mine used to RP with me :> @wardgrave is my oc blog for my undead priest on wow! i still adore him tbh @coal-and-claws was an oc blog i was making for a worgen character on wow, but I never ended up doing anything with him ;; @thordude which ALSO doesnt have any content! i made that one bc i wanted the url becos thor is my...brother.....my best boy.... @mayal-ama-legacy is my swtor blog! @corvus-dnd is my Top Secret DM Inspiration Blog that I reblog art / stuff to that I want to look at later for inspiration for any campaigns I’m running! Do I get asks:   Not usually! Sometimes I’ll get the “send this to ten people you like seeing on your dash” asks, and those are lovely to see! 

Why did I choose this username:  So for YEARS I’d been rainbowbuttocks, but that was the url I chose when I was 14 and a young bastard, so I actually just recently changed it! I’ve been playing around in latin with a friend for RP purposes, and I ADORE crows! I chose sanctus bc....aesthetic but it’s holy-crow which is also a pun on holy-cow!

Following:  oh gosh, uhhhh 1,120 ! I like seeing Frequent Content

Average amount of sleep: I’ve been trying to get at least 8 hours! If I’m gonna be unemployed i might as well soak all the sleep i want from it

Lucky number: hmm....26 was always one i went for when i was 13? but that was because it was my age doubled, so now I suppose that’d be 38 :p

What I am wearing:  a dishonored t shirt (a fancy one with the heart n stuff on it!) and a pair of shorts that are missing their button lol

Dream job:  tv show writer!! but im a bastard who doesnt know how to do anything so!

Dream trip:   I’d love to go to bolivia to see salar de uyuni, but idk about that so i suppose i’d love to go back to the carribbean someday??

Favorite food:  salad rolls (or spring rolls?? the rice wrapper ones that arent fried) and pad thai are both BIG comfort foods <3

Instruments you play: I used to play the piano a little, but I don’t anymore :’)

Eye color:  Grey-green !

Hair color:  bbbbbrown babeyyyyyy! growing it out again though and might go for that sweet sweet red :o

Describe your aesthetics: Overgrown ruins, untouched by civilization for untold years and left to be reclaimed. Also, bones!  

Languages you speak: just english because im bad :( I know a TINY AMOUNT of german and EVEN LESS spanish. I’d love to learn arabic someday though!

Most iconic song: Okay, it took me a moment, but Sober Up by AJR is my THEME!  I moved to the East Coast with my sister recently, and I left...I left everyone behind. I’ve been in a rut, because I haven’t known how to make new friends- or how to connect with my old ones.  “Goodbye, goodbye, I said to my bestest buds. We said that we’d keep in touch, and we did our best.” Idk, it’s Big Mood for me and makes my chest hurt a little- but in a good way I think.

Random fact:  ah, hmm.. I’ve got a pet tarantula named Chimera! She’s a chilean rose hair and is aboutttttt 7 years old at this point ! I also have a plant in my windowsill named Daud, and he’s doing...ok. I’m a little worried that I’ve fucked up with him somehow, and don’t know how to help him get better ;;

Tagging: @mizushimo @kanine @didi-is-a-lamer @floofytrainnerd ! I...am Sure that there are other folks I’d like to tag & just forgot, so if you see this and think “wait, I would like to do this!” absolutely feel free to be tagged by me fgdngfdg also @ the guys I tagged there’s no pressure to do this if you arent comfy ! anyway!

#is me