#at least 3 people have tagged this as ‘gender’ and you are all absolutely right

[alackofghosts]

got tagged by tumblr user @fourteenthz (loved reading about thesa, by the way <3)! thank you very much!

— B A S I C S

name: lil guy i'm very shy, don't worry about it

nicknames: none based on his name, as it's quite short already, but will also respond to a fond and/or slightly exasperated "hero"

age: 33 as of 6.55

nameday: 27th sun of the 4th umbral moon

race: rava viera

gender: cis man

orientation: gay

profession: adventurer

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T

hair: black, naturally wavy, very thick and soft

eyes: dark brown

skin: warm brown, freckles easily, especially his face

tattoos: none

scars: burn scar on his left shoulder from his fight with ifrit, another burn on his right thigh from nidhogg. a few other scrapes here and there. notable lack of any significant scarring from shb and beyond, because that's how i see astrologian healing working - he feels particularly strange about not having a scar from his fight with zenos in endwalker

— F A M I L Y

parents: he has not been back to his home village, for obvious reasons, so doesn't know - but assumes - his mother is still alive and well; never met his biological dad. but because he showed signs of. however the viera would call/conceptualise the inner beast, one of the women called in a favour with a wood warder who was also a warrior, to take him under his wing to train. said wood warder, however, was wholly at a loss what to do with a child, having never taken in a ward before and decided to seek out an old friend, who had since left the forest. ...long story short, he ends up being raised by an all-viera dalmascan resistance cell, who end up packing up and leaving with him in tow after almost being rooted out by garlean forces. he views most of them as Parental Figures and loves them dearly, even if some of them have scattered into the winds after he left to become an adventurer

siblings: he isn't aware of any biological siblings, but the village took a very communal approach to raising kids, so at the time he definitely felt like the other kids were his siblings, regardless of any blood relations. one of the men in the resistance cell was a 'mere' 30 or so years older than him, so he also counts more as a sibling than anything else in his eyes

grandparents: he has definitely met his maternal grandmother, but as with his mother, he's not been back home and doesn't know if she is still alive (but in all likelihood: yes)

in laws and other: THE TWINS. putting an exact name to what alisaie and alphinaud mean to him would honestly not be Good or Close Enough, but they are absolutely like family to him and a reason to keep on going. he also has a very sibling-like relationship with lyse, who is always ready and willing to match his energy, tag along for workouts and tease the hell out of him

pets: he befriends an amaro hatchling at the crystarium during shadowbringers and during a later visit, her handler notes that she's been looking glum without him around. he loves animals, but his living situation has been far too chaotic after becoming an adventurer to accommodate an animal (that isn't his chocobo, who, at least, is much easier to house) and hasn't felt particularly inclined to change that. but after endwalker, he finds himself actually wanting to change that and has the time to do it... so, with a little bit of help from feo ul, he has a little amaro friend with him now

— S K I L L S

abilities: war + drk + pld and all that that entails. skilled and formidable fighter, good at navigating/strategising through a fight on the fly, quick study (as far as fighting is concerned, anyway)

hobbies: working out (especially running and swimming), hiking, he's been learning to enjoy fishing after endwalker

— T R A I T S

most positive traits: protective, caring, insatiable lust for life

most negative traits: too willing to let other people do the talking for him, impulsive, stubborn

— L I K E S

colours: warm red, gold, the bright green of sunlight filtering through leaves

smells: fresh earth, cinnamon, a meadow in early summer, the savoury smell of the stew one of his dads used to make

textures: soft grass under bare feet, tree bark, skin on skin, the scratch of ardbert's beard

drinks: water, pineapple juice, lemonade

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

smokes: no

drinks: only socially, and even then it's fairly rare. he did drink a little more often as a baby adventurer, mostly because he simply had more opportunities to do so: mingling was useful and it wasn't uncommon to have a rowdy bar night to celebrate a job well done. he is a bit of a lightweight and tends to withdraw when tipsy/drunk, so he actually has more fun when sober

drugs: also no (unless we're counting medicine for this. he won't be refusing painkillers if he's in pain etc.)

mount issuance: his beloved chocobo, who he dotes on very much, especially because it was something of a dream to have when he was just a baby adventurer - he could not have afforded to buy or maintain one at the time

been arrested: he's got in trouble for those rowdy bar nights - he's not the type to start a fight, but if someone were to pick a fight with him or his friends, by gods, he will be finishing it. no serious jail time, more like being hauled off with everyone else involved to sober up until morning, though

#meme tag #i draw sometimes #sjddskjhs i feel a bit nervous

[wen-kexing-apologist]

10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

I was tagged by @twig-tea, but I do what I want so I'm ignoring the Boys thing (and on at least one occasion the BL thing). Anyway, without further ado, and in no particular order.

Win!Lin- Cupid's Last Wish

LOOPHOLE FIRST!

gif by @angelbesideme

Thanks to Cupid's Last Wish, Jan is a boy here! So I am choosing Win from Cupid's Last Wish before he body swaps back. HOWEVER, if I'm honest, it was less Win and more masc!Jan that made my brain short circuit so do with that what you will.

Toon- Seneha Stories

I am breaking from the prompt immediately, but this is my post and I can do what I want, so I am choosing Toon from Seneha Stories, which @so-much-yet-to-learn brought my attention to. Seneha Stories is definitively not a BL, but Toon is hot, kind, sad, and he fucks so I'd be living my best life.

Miw, Neo, Shin, and Mae - 3 Will Be Free

THIS IS NOT ME SUGGESTING A FOURSOME, THIS IS JUST ME TRYING TO PREVENT FOUR OF THE TEN SPACES FROM BEING 3 WILL BE FREE.

I like it when my fictional women not only are capable of murder, but have, in fact, murdered. Miw and Mae are hot, competent, killers, fucking over evil billionaires so what is not to love?

I am not immune to Neo and his slutty little crop tops. He has three brain cells and they are all that is keeping him from not dying. Iconic to be honest.

I am not immune to Shin and his glasses, and his kindness. I mean, the boy got cut with a knife and not only comforted the kid that wounded him when he started freaking out but dated him.

Mollie - The Warp Effect

gif by @patpran

MY FIRST NON-BINARY REP IN THAILAND, MY BELOVED. Mollie is so fucking hot, they are talented, they have sick tattoos, they are fighting for themselves, and are changing the landscape of media, what is not to love?

You could also almost certianly put in any of Silvy's characters and I would probably want them carnally, cause...it's Silvy.

(honestly, I'd go for Nim too, but again, not for her character's personality, it's the masc!Jan effect)

Kim- KinnPorsche

gif by @namchyoon

For this scene and this scene only. Honestly, I think if nothing else this shows you that my type is people who could actually maybe kill me in a fight.

Or at the very least, people I could get in to a homoerotic fight with.

Anyway, Jeff gives me gender envy and the first time I saw this gifset, I thought he was a butch lesbian.

Speaking of homoerotic fights

Phaya and Sand - The Sign

MENACE! A MENACE I TELL YOU! I truly well and deeply have an appreciation for when someone who (I assume) typically would top absolutely just vibrates out of their skin at the first sign they might be topped.

And I'm adding Sand here as well because I think my jaw dropped like ten feet when I saw her on screen.

Sand, baby girl, let me know if Yai doesn't treat you right, cause I will.

King- Bed Friend

gif by @earthfluuke

Shout out to this man, I've seen him on at least three of these lists. But who could blame us? Look at him.

Choy Yu Na- Semantic Error

She did that bisexual sit and my heart was hers.

And for my last two picks, I certainly am asking myself the question, do I want them carnally or do I just want them?

Mork -My Ride

Helloooooooo Mr. Dimples. I mean....I feel like I don't need to explain myself here. We all get it, right? We understand, right? And besides, he gives rides for a living or something...

Minoru- Our Dining Table

HE'S JUST SO NICE, SO KIND, SO TIRED. @isaksbestpillow is so right, he is a mother. I love him.

Tagging @so-much-yet-to-learn, @solitaryandwandering, @respectthepetty and anyone else who sees this and wants to join!

#10 bl boys I want carnally #cupid's last wish #seneha stories #3 will be free #the warp effect #the sign the series #our dining table #semantic error #my ride the series #bed friend the series #kinnporsche #tag game

[writtenontheport]

Hey, can I request a lockwood x reader where the reader takes him on an impulsive date and they j walk in the rain (with tooth rotting fluff) 🫶

Good Dreams and Good Days

Anthony Lockwood x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Rather short drabble, Fluff, Waking up sleepy and happy to the love of your life is great, Lockwood in love, silly people bickering affectionately, ‘5 more minutes’, romcom scene really, Do I ever write anything else?, Lots and lots of rain, Reader is gender neutral cause I flipped a coin and it landed on gn, Reader is described as pretty and gorgeous at some point (gn kinda way 🤞)

Notes: Sorry this is a bit short, anon!! I absolutely adore the prompt though, thank you so much for sending it in <3 Sorry if it might not be exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it either way!! Also!! Very loosely edited!! I only read it over once when I usually read and then reread it over and over but this time… I just went with it!! Tell me if you watch anything off

Summary: Lockwood wakes up and falls right back asleep. You’re just trying your best to take your boyfriend on a date…

Lockwood rarely has good dreams. Most of time his sleep is dreamless; preferable to the nightmares, but he rarely (if ever) has good dreams. In this dream he can feel your hands on the skin of his cheeks and your lips pressed gently to his hairline, motioning out words he can’t quite hear more than he can feel. Your voice pulls him from the heavy blanket of a dreamless sleep and it rolls off of him in gentle waves. It is the sweetest dream ever to know you’re there to wait for him to wake up.

“Anthony,” he hears you whisper finally, your thumbs swiping over the skin of his cheeks in a caress, “Time to wake up now.”

He can feel you smile into his skin and sinks into the drowsy happiness of it, his hands finding their way to yours. It earns a giggle out of you that has his heart beating faster, something warm filling up his chest. A smile wiggles its happy little way onto his lips the more he wakes up, but he keeps his eyes closed. He just wants to be pampered for a little longer, really.

“I know you’re awake,” You laugh, lips against his temple. “Come on now, Anthony. Don’t be difficult, this is important.”

“What’s so important that we can’t just stay here and sleep in on a day off, hmm?” His voice is thick with sleep and deeper than his usual chipper, smile ever present as he feels you pepper his cheek with kisses. “We could just stay here all day like this instead, yeah?”

“I have bigger things planned, you lazybones,” you say laughingly. “Plus, I’ve already let you sleep in. George and Lucy had breakfast ages ago, you know?”

“Breakfast doesn’t have to have a specific time, love. Plus, I thought we weren’t doing anything today but sleep in. Are we headed out anywhere?” He mumbles, shifting his head to press a kiss into your palm. The sheets ruffle all about him, and his head dips down into what he realises is you under him. He peels one eye open.

“Well I can’t tell you or it’d ruin the surprise,” You laugh, gently jostling you both. You’re gorgeous in this angle (in every angle, really) and seeing you like this invokes a sense of comfort that makes him forget all the work and bruises it took to get here. He takes the hand that isn’t holding yours to his lips and slips it under your waist, burrowing his head into you and pretending to fall back asleep. It works a little too well as the drowsiness seeps back in.

“Just five more minutes,” he grumbles. Your reply slowly fades out as the world seems to settle into the sensation of you in his arms and your hand combing his hair. Lockwood may not always have good dreams, but when you’re around he dreams of the best thing there is: having you there when he wakes up.

5 minutes actually meant at least another hour, as by the time you usher him downstairs it’s already nearing noon. You scold him lightly for it as you usher him down, but he presses kisses all over your face and you can’t stay mad at him for long.

“So, where are we headed?” He asks you, watching you slip on your cosiest jacket. He can hear it drizzling out from a nearby open window and takes an umbrella out from the stand. It’s an old, worn one from the days when his parents used to walk around London (if they ever did stay long enough to). Fitting now that he’s using it with you.

“I’ll tell you when we get there.” You give him a secretive smile that fills the cavity of his chest with something peaceful and warm; in the buzz of his cold thoughts, that is a blessing. Lockwood can’t help himself from leaning over to smack a quick kiss on your cheek, and you swat at him playfully. Again, he sinks into the domestic joy that fills him at your smile.

“Have you at least told Lucy and George we’ll be out?” He hums, pulling the front door open to watch the rain fall harder and harder. The sidewalks are absolutely drenched now, and on the road the water is pooling and running along the sides. It’ll keep the ghosts at bay better if you stay out for too long, but he hopes it doesn’t come to that.

“Of course,” You huff from behind him, slipping your arm around his. “George went upstairs to fetch a few books, but promised to come down and lock the door once we’re out. Lucy helped me get ready and said to have fun.”

“All that while I was taking my time getting pretty?” He shakes the umbrella and pops it open outside the door. A quick glance back at you has him enamoured all over again; the essence of you so clear in how you dress he can’t help but feel winded. “You look lovely, darling.”

“And you, Anthony, look dashing,” You whisper to him as you pull the front door closed behind you and you two finally set out. The rain hits the umbrella, harsher and harsher by the minute. “Let’s get walking; I’ll tell you where we’re going on the way.”

Lockwood hums and uses the hand with the elbow wrapped around yours to hold the umbrella up. He watches you purse your lips, and guesses right away that you have absolutely no idea where to go.

You confirm this when you finally say, “…I actually… hoped you might be able to choose?”

The laugh that spills out of him blooms first in his chest; hopelessly endeared by you and your antics. The rain splashes all about you but all he can hear is your beating hearts intertwined like a melody, the weather a fading instrument in the background. You giggle with him, and he falls in love with you all over again.

“Let’s head to the café then, I reckon neither of us have had breakfast, right?” You nod vigorously at the suggestion, beaming up at him in the way that makes his heart tumble and spin.

Rain showers down onto the pathways of gloomy London like a choir of splashes and splats; in the midst of the downpour a sole umbrella hides two people walking along the path. The melody they make is rather extraordinary in that it is not one intended to be anything but the sound of their hearts, laughter, and love meant to be heard by no one but them.

This, by far, is better than a good dream. This is a good day, and this good day has you.

A/N: Took a break from the series (plural) I’m working on to write this little drabble! Was rather enamoured by the idea, I think it’d be lovely to take someone out into the rain on a walk. Anyways! Thank you Anon for your request!! Very lovely <333

#portie writes fanfic #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood x you #lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x reader

[spoops-screams]

Hi me again I was looking at your previous works for the arcana and I saw the one where the M6 found out they're in a game I was wondering if you could do headcanons on how they would react to the player behind the mc going into the game.

that makes sense right

| Reacting to the player going into the game

Character(s): Julian Devorak and Lucio

TW: Yandere mindset, obsessive behaviour/mindset, allusions to kidnapping, self pity/hatred, violence towards the player (in Lucio's bit)

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Oh, this absolutely makes sense! I kept daydreaming about it instead of actually writing what I was writing about though abdkdbs 😭 || Kinda just did the two that I could think of something for for now because I didn't want to leave you waiting for too long. I might do a second part with the other four and I'll tag you if I do but hope you enjoy these for now <3 || I did this mostly branching off of my previous headcanons about how they would react to becoming self aware which you can find here and here <3

Lucio

Lucio is borderline violent towards you when you first appear

Something just immediately let's him know it's you, the real you but he doesn't want to believe it

He can recognise the person that he had gotten close to. He's familiar with the choices you make, how you act, how you speak. And he hates it

He hates that you're here now. Now when you could have been there so much sooner

He's resentful and clings to the player, the apprentice that you spoke through to him, lashing out at you when you try to get close to him

He normally isn't like this. You know the Lucio that you had seen in the game. But this wasn't the same person

He was vulnerable. He was scared of losing you again. He was scared that you would leave him alone if he let you care for him

He says he hates you but then keeps you close to him at all times. He says he doesn't want you in his presence but prevents you from leaving. He wants to trust you like he did at the beginning but he's terrified and this fear becomes obsessed as it melds with his care for you

When he realises that you don't intend to leave, he won't let you leave. He doesn't want to let you leave. Not when you've left him alone for so long, keeping only a fake in your place

He sees it as you needing to pay him back for that in whatever way and for however long he sees fit

You should know already that he doesn't take well to not getting what he wants and he won't make any exceptions for you. Not when you had made no exceptions for his feelings.

Not when you got him to be so vulnerable with you only to break him down. He thinks it was cruel of you and doesn't want to be seen so pitiful ever again, and certainly not by you

Julian

To say that he would cling to you would be an understatement, at least after he has gotten over the initial shock and disbelief

For a time, he doesn't want to believe that it's you. He thinks that you're just anothet husk- magic seems to be good at making those- so he clings to your impersonation even more. He doesn't want to lose what little hope that you cared for him that he had left

At least through the husk you could speak to him even though never directly

It's when the husk stops responding to him, lifeless and devoid of- well- you, he begins to believe you

It's an almost instant switch as he clings to whoever or whatever can get him close to one of the few people that he has ever felt such genuine affection for and from

His loss of the other you, the apprentice and the realisation that this is you makes him all the more paranoid and scared of losing you

He lost you, the real you, once, in becoming self aware. He didn't want to experience it again. He was so lonely and here you were to fill up that hole

You made him whole and he didn't want to let you go

He'll get hurt as many times as he needs to if it means that you'll stay whether it be keeping you close to him or keeping others away. He can't risk it. He can't risk losing you or having someone take you away from him

He wants to act as though it doesn't affect him but it does. It really does. And you can see it in how he does whenever he can to reassure himself that it's you, an arm on your shoulder or hip or asking you to hold him, he needs to know that you're really here with him and not just another fake

He's willing to go so far as to get himself arrested if it means that you'll stay to take care of him and keep him company, just don't leave him behind

Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💕

#the arcana #arcana #the arcana x reader #arcana x reader #the arcana headcanon #arcana headcanon #the arcana hc #the arcana headcanons #julian devorak #arcana lucio #arcana julian #count lucio #the arcana lucio #the arcana julian

[bluedalliances]

Heyyyyyyy, could u rec some nb/queer steddie?

Hell yes! Here are some of my favorite wibbly wobbly gendery wimey fics bc I need someone who will yell with me about them. Also, I'll leave the @ of the people who wrote them (at least the ones I could find), so you can follow them.

she likes the boys in the band (i'm her all time favorite) by @formosusiniquis

Oh, boi this fic. I spent a whole night reading because it was just that good. I regret nothing.

So, Steve and Robin go to see Corroded Coffin at the hideout and somehow fall for Eddie and Chrissy. Oh, also, Steve and Robin can read each other's minds. Ft. she/her/he/him Robin and Steve, HOH Steve, flirty Chrissy, Eddie dedicating songs to Steve and making DnD NPCs based on him, and Chrissy as Steve's cousin. Just, so so so lovely.

50k | Rated T

Also by them, since I couldn't choose between two fics I adore:

if you like this you might also like: me

This is a one shot where Steve works in a library and starts exchanging notes with Eddie, who leaves comments on Steve's recommendations. Not only is soft and amazingly written, but the books they reference are amazing at making the narrative move, I even added the ones I didn't know to my TBR. Gender is not heavily discussed or central here, but that's something I personally enjoy so, yeah. 9k | Rated T

Just like Holy Mary by @hellabifurious

A slice-of-life-ish, established relationship, found family fic where Steve explores gender and everything he was taught about being a man. Ft. Nail polish, makeovers, girl's nights, gender discussions, Steve being very, very loved.

28k | Rated T

took you for a working boy by pukner

Where Eddie tells Steve he's gay and, for some reason, that breaks Steve's heart. Ft. The end of the world, radio host Eddie, mutual crush, gender crisis, nb Stevie, just lots of wonderful stuff.

43k | Rated M

I've seen lots of recs for this one and it's really wonderful, another great fic from the same writer ft genderqueer Steve is: off the beaten path (ongoing series)

the queer kids of hawkins series by @locallmann

I've seen people talking about the first book in this series, L is for linoleum (and nothing else), but not so much for the second one, lady stardust, and it's amazing.

On how the older queer kids in Hawkins find each other, their identities, and love. Ft. Trans Eddie, NB Stevie, side ronance, queer solidarity, mom friend Steve, rocky horror as bonding, it has everything. Also, wonderfully tagged, everything you need to know is right there.

36k + 6k | Rated M and T

sit on my lap (tell me what you want) by kaleinope

Where Steve invites Eddie to spend Christmas on a cabin, and he realizes maybe his crush is not really unrequited. Ft. side Buckingham, game night, stolen sweaters, sweet and not angsty misunderstanding.

11k | Rated E | Do not have unprotected sex, children

Espresso Never Tasted so Sweet (Until I Stole it from Your Lips) by SerpentSunrise

Modern au where Steve is a barista and has a crush on one of the regulars. Here, again, gender is not a central theme. Ft. Steve being a little scared of putting himself out, tease Eddie, and lovely references to Icarus. So so good.

The author also has an ongoing work with trans Eddie, where Steve is touch starved. Check it out!

4k | Rated T

take it easy on me by the wonderful @tak-cajaz

Au where Steve is a kindergarten teacher and has a crush on Max's dad. It's a shame he's married. (No, he's not, don't worry). Ft. Supportive Robin, flirty Eddie, absolute sunshine Chrissy and cute kids. Also, misunderstandings, mutual pinning, overthinking and soft encounters.

Honestly, I'd rec everything by Kat, their writing is amazing and heartwarming, I always love every word on her fics. Check their work <3

8k | Rated T

My Favorite Form of Loving by indelicate

This is the first work in their Steddie dads series. It's Steve and Eddie's kid first day at preschool and they support each other through the anxiety of letting her go, it's really, really sweet. Ft. Trans Eddie, accepting enough community, soft dads steddie, dio references and a strong girl.

3k | Rated T

I hope you enjoy these, if you want more just let me know <3

#steddie #fic rec #go read the fic #ao3 link #gender fuckery #trans steve harrington #trans eddie munson #non binary steve harrington #stranger things fic

[thranduilsperkybutt]

Hold on Loosely

Gif sources:  1  |  2  |  3

Pairings:  Eddie Munson/Reader/Steve Harrington

Warnings:  SPOILERS for Stranger Things S4 Vol.1; NSFW (unprotected) smut; dubcon (only tagging just in case because of sex-pollen trope); fuck or die; oral; m/f/m; absolute filth; mentions of canon-typical character injury; taking liberties with literally all of it; smut that is not for the feint of heart; minor proofreading

Word Count:  10,369 words

Reader Gender:  Female

Author:  Meg

Summary:  There’s next to nothing truly known about the Upside-Down, but after you get stuck there with Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington, you learn one thing: don’t touch the flowers.

A/N:  If you’re seeing this no you’re not--- I’m sorry but Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington are giving me a reason to live right now. I love them both so much.

Eddie’s learned a lot over the past couple days.

He’s learned there are forces at play in the small town Hawkins that are more dangerous than any drug he’s sold could ever be. That there are creatures which can do things he’s only ever read about in comics, or his dungeon master’s guide, and that there are people who are normal— just like him— that step up to be the heroes no-one in Hawkins will ever know about.

Eddie never thought himself the hero type, but if that were truly the case, maybe he wouldn’t be standing here to begin with.

Stuck in this other world— the Upside-Down, they’d called it— where he realized that maybe King Steve wasn’t the rich-kid asshole he’d always assumed him to be, and Nancy Wheeler had more between her ears than just a pretty face. Hell, even band-geek Robin Buckley had more guts in her than any of the burly jocks who harassed him year after year for being the Freak of Hawkins High.

Then there’s the fact that the cute girl who had lingered on the edge of his classes all of last year was braver than anyone he’s ever known. If someone had told him that a year ago, he would’ve laughed in their face, but he had watched you dive in after Steve with his own eyes. Almost as soon as Steve was snatched into the depths of the lake by those demon-vines that seemed to snake everywhere down here, you’d gone over the side of that boat, and now you were still seven steps ahead of him as your party trudged through this bizarre hell-scape in search of a way out through the version of his trailer that existed here

Eddie once thought his extra years in school had at least allowed him a pretty concrete assessment of the people around him, but turns out, he still knows next to nothing at all.

“You good, dude?” comes from beside him— and he’d been told that Steve Harrington would have ever cared anything at all about his mental state, he wouldn’t have believed that, either.

“Are you?” Eddie shoots back, nodding towards the makeshift bandages wrapped around the man’s waist, covering the gnarly bite-wounds that had been inflicted earlier. He doesn't know if it’s the evidence of his shifted world-view lingering on his face, or what, but Steve doesn’t pry into his thoughts further than his initial question

Instead, Steve raises a brow when he glances down at his own stomach, as if he can assess himself at all in this dim light with bandages obstructing his view, “Eh, I wish I could say I’ve had worse, but— what’s worse than gettin’ chewed on by freakish bats?”

Eddie groans, “Maybe ask that after we’re out of here. You’ll jinx us.” The chuckle on Steve’s lips is dry, and even the dim light of the Upside–Down can’t keep him from noticing the way Eddie’s gaze flicks back to where you meander up the trailer’s porch-steps ahead of them, “So, like, are you and—” Nancy and Robin have already pushed their way inside, but you glance back at the boys, giving a questioning look at their slow pace and silencing the question on Eddie’s tongue. Not that Steve couldn’t take a guess at what he was about to ask him.

“What’s the hold-up?” you call their way.

“Just making sure our wounded man makes it,” Eddie jokes, and Steve rolls his eyes.

They meet the bottom of the stairs, and Steve leans on the rail, “Yeah, I’m sure you’re real concerned, Munson— let’s get out of here before I need a doctor, alright?”

“That ship has sailed,” you huff, glancing down his chest towards his bandages bitterly, and Steve’s jaw clenches when your gaze lingers a bit too long. Turning on your heel as quickly as you notice it, too, you shoot over your shoulder at them, “Hurry it up, fellas,” and disappear beyond Munson’s open front door.

Steve’s wounded, but not wounded enough to watch you leave.

“You heard her,” Eddie sighs, making quick work of the steps as Steve drags himself behind him, and just like they thought, there’s a gate right where Chrissy had died on Munson’s living room ceiling. As everyone works to figure a way to open it, Steve’s still thinking about the way Eddie looked at you, and his almost-question that had been left unfinished.

You and Steve weren’t an item— never had been, but if he were to say there wasn’t some part of him that has grown to wish for it over the time he’s known you, he’d be lying. You’d been Robin’s friend first, and then subsequently his, but in the time he’s spent pining over his breakup from Nancy and fumbling around every attempt to heal from it with some other girl— any other girl— he feels he’s lost the chance at a shot with you.

It would be too weird now, wouldn’t it? If he came out and told you he was finally over Nancy, that the reason it never worked out with any of the girls he went on dates with nowadays was because of the feelings he was harboring for you— it would be strange. It could ruin the laid-back, three-musketeers thing he had going on with you and Robin.

Steve wouldn’t risk it, not even with the inkling suspicion that he might have a chance if he did. It was too uncertain to ever be certain, you know? Your friendship, though— that was on solid ground.

But there’s an interest there, in the way Munson lingered around you… there was more than curiosity behind his question. Steve didn’t have to be the valedictorian of his graduating class to realize that much.

He barely realizes he’s followed the two of you down the trailer’s narrow hallway in his efforts to keep an eye on Munson, until he emerges into the darkness that was Eddie’s bedroom, apparently. It’s pretty cluttered, with a centralized bed flanked by drawers and posters advertising rock or metal bands. Steve notices the fine details as he moves further in, where a guitar hangs on the wall.

There’s a soft chuckle in your voice from the other side of the bed, “What are these for, Eddie?” It catches Steve’s attention, and he stops looking for something to aid in the escape from the Upside-Down to find you dangling a pair of chained handcuffs off the end of your index finger. There’s a mischievous grin you’re trying to subdue, but it dances around the corner of your mouth as Eddie looks like a deer in the headlights for the split second it takes to process your discovery.

“Uh, those’re, uh,” Eddie swallows, trying to shrug off the question as he suddenly becomes very interested in rummaging around the mess that was on the dresser Steve stood beside, “decoration, y’know. They’re cool, though, right?”

“Just decoration, huh?” the cuffs clink as you move them from one hand to the other, before turning to hang them back on the nail where they belonged, careful to avoid the living vines that reach even here. If it weren’t so quiet in this place, Steve’s sure he would’ve missed the soft murmur that slips past your lips, “Boring…”

Something clattering from the living room scurries you from the room to investigate, but Steve’s just as frozen as Eddie seems to be at his side. One glance at Eddie is all it takes for him to know that they were on the same page when it came to your little comment, both in a state of mildly-flustered confusion. What the hell did you mean by boring?

“Hey, Steve!” Robin’s shouting down the hallway, “We broke the gate open! Dustin says to grab a sheet— we’re gonna’ make it a rope or something to get through!”

Steve yells, “Got it!” Boring, boring, boring—

“Let’s, uh,” Eddie clears his throat, cutting through the ringing of your voice in Steve’s ears and stripping the bed down, snatching the sheets back in the process, “just get the hell out of here.”

As the quilt gets pulled back, a thicker collection of vines are uncovered on the bed. In the time it takes the two of them to notice that the vines are writhing with the shifting of the bed, a raised structure in the center that looks almost like some sort of fucked-up, black flower, bursts. Like petals peeling back, the thing opens just as the air hits it, spewing a cloud of spore-like particles into the atmosphere that invades Eddie’s and Steve’s lungs before they can even react. Coughing, they both scramble out into the hallway, sheets left forgotten as they try to escape the spores that float through the thick bedroom air. 

Steve manages to wheeze out first, before dissolving into another coughing fit, “Munson?!”

“Jesus Christ! What—!” Eddie’s slapping at his face, as if he can swat away any spores that could possibly linger on him, “What was that thing!? Oh, my god, I got it in my mouth— Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“What happened?” Nancy reaches them first, but you and Robin aren’t far behind, looking just as worried.

“There’s— There’s something in there—” Steve’s still struggling to catch his breath, but Eddie fares better, judging by the borderline-hysterical cursing flying from his mouth.

“Am I gonna’ die? Are we gonna’ die?” Steve glares at Eddie, unable to speak. “I’m too young to get cancer, man—”

“Whoa, what are you talking about? What was in there?” Robin tries this time, patting Steve’s back from where he’s still doubled-over coughing, hands on his knees to support himself.

“This flower-thing— on the bed—” Eddie gestures a ringed hand towards the bedroom door that one of them had managed to slam behind them in their hasty escape. “It totally exploded, and all this stuff came flying out—”

“Like some kind of pollen?” you try to supply, as you pick at the spores lingering in Eddie’s hair, and he nods.

“I guess? I don’t know, but I think we both breathed it in. Yeah, that shit is everywhere in there!”

“It looks like the particles in the air almost,” Nancy observes your open palm, “A little darker, though.”

Steve finally manages to calm his lungs, nearly hoarse from coughing by the time he straightens up, “That’s why you don’t go snatching things up around here, Munson—!”

“Like you knew some kinda’ evil-flower would be under the covers—!”

“I still wouldn’t have just ripped the blanket off—”

“Yeah, right—”

“Hey, guys!” Nancy barks, cutting off their bickering, “You seem to be okay, for now. Can we please get back to trying to get out of here?” Steve sighs, before a bit of latent coughing has him clearing his throat once again.

Eddie shoots him a reluctant glance, “Sure.”

“I guess.”

“You forgot the sheet,” Robin notices, before leaving Steve’s side to shout up through the now-gaping hole in the ceiling— the gate, “Dustin! We can’t get to a sheet on our side! There’s something up with the bedroom—”

“The bedroom? What’s going on in the bedroom?” Dustin’s voice gets clearer as the rest of you move towards the gate, and you’re able to catch a glimpse of the kids on the other side by the time you stand beneath it.

“Just, you’ll have to get a sheet from over on your side,” Robin grumbles.

Henderson looks like he’s going to demand more details, before Nancy jolts him into action with a sharp, “Dustin!”

“Jeez, okay! I’m goin’, I’m goin’!”

The light from the other side filters down through the gate, casting a yellow glow upon Eddie’s wet curls as you continue to pick the spores from him until, “I think I got it all,” comes from your lips. You’re still scrutinizing the taller boy by the time Steve looks back to watch as Dustin throws a sheet knotted into a makeshift-rope through the gate.

“Think so?” Eddie murmurs, blinking down at you with concerned brown eyes which settle only slightly with your answering nod. “Good. Thanks.”

Steve watches the exchange with wary eyes, a nagging feeling settling in the back of his neck that he can’t quite pinpoint. It sets him on edge, as if he weren’t anxious enough just standing in the Upside-Down as it was, and seeps down into his gut with each passing moment that Eddie’s stare watches you.

Something more than unease bites at his heels, and it takes him a moment to remember what the empty hunger of jealousy really feels like, but he’s fully reacquainted with it by the time Robin’s shimmied her way up the rope and landed upon the waiting mattress on the other side of the gate. Nancy goes next, and Steve grows more and more annoyed with the passing moments, drudging on with the slow ache of watching Eddie Munson stand as close to you as he was. Staring at you with some sort of desperate longing in his eyes—

At least, he looks desperate to Steve, but who knows who the desperate one really is when it comes time for your turn through the gate, and you, in some fit of adorable embarrassment, admit, “Uh, guys, someone’s gonna’ have to help me up that thing… I wasn’t exactly the most proficient at rope-climbing in P.E.”

“No problem,” Steve doesn’t want to say he jumps at the chance, but he’s about a beat into saying the words that he notices he could’ve offered his help a tad less eagerly. He can’t bring himself to feel self-conscious about it, though, because he’s too pleased at how his offer removes you from your close proximity to Munson’s side.

“Ah, thanks, Steve,” you sigh, taking hold of the rope, and it’s like his heart skips a beat with the grateful way you look at him.

What’s wrong with him today—

“You know what, Steve,” Munson steps up, and it’s grating to Steve’s ears to hear, “I think I’d actually be able to get her higher… seeing as you’ve been hurt, and I’m a little taller than you.”

Steve can’t help the annoyance in his tone, “You’re like an inch, tops.”

“That’s an inch closer to the gate—”

“Do you hear yourself? An inch doesn’t matter—”

“I think it really does—”

“Can someone please just help me up the rope?” you cut them off, and they both look towards your incredulous expression, as if you can’t believe they’re bickering at a time like this, when you’re all supposed to be focused on escaping this hell-hole.

Max’s scoffed, “What’s up with them?” drifts through the gate, as well as Dustin’s responding remark, which has Steve fighting back the blush that threatens to crawl to his cheeks.

“Who knows? They’re having a pissing contest.”

“Right, sorry—” Steve starts loudly, if only to drown out the commentary, but Eddie’s quicker on the draw. All but hoisting you up with a quick grunt that has you letting out a startled squeak in surprise at how quickly he does it, Eddie’s hands settle on your waist, and then your thighs as you gain ground quickly with the aid of his lifting. Steve’s almost as mad at Munson as he is the breathless sound that passes your lips when you settle in his arms, gripping tight to the sheet-rope.

Eddie’s eyes slip to Steve’s, a ringed hand patting your thigh before he calls through a knowing smirk, “Get to climbing, sweetheart.”

You know what? He was going to kill this guy—

But not before you’re climbing, knees eventually attempting to settle on Eddie’s shoulders. One slips on the leather of his jacket, and Steve’s hand shoots out to catch you by the fabric of your jeans, instead coming into contact with bare skin exposed through the fashionable rips in them, “Woah, you good?”

“Yeah, I got it, now. Sorry—” your voice shakes before you continue your trek upwards with the assistance of the men below.

“Don’t drop her, Munson,” Steve can’t help himself, and apparently neither can Eddie.

“Worry about yourself.”

Steve finally notices the sweat on Eddie’s brow now that he’s up-close, and that’s when he registers how hot it’s gotten in the trailer. It’s strange, because the Upside-Down was usually colder to begin with, so why was it suddenly getting warm?

There’s hardly any time to answer the question bouncing around his head, because you’re making your way to the other side nearly as quickly as he registers it, and his attention is captured by the sound of the wind being knocked out of you when you hit the mattress. Shit, why does the sound nearly knock the wind out of him?

He was flushed, now, and it’s from more than just the warming temperature in the trailer, because the flip in his stomach at the way you blink down at them— sprawled along that dirty mattress, flat on your back— is something else entirely.

It takes all of Eddie’s self control not to clamber up the rope after you just as soon as you clear the landing pad. Trying to hold onto the shred of acknowledgement that Steve’s wounds might mean he needed assistance to get out of here, too, regardless of the jealousy that itched up his spine in regards to you.

“You should,” Eddie tries to be the bigger man, or at least that’s what he tells himself, “go next.”

Steve looks slightly surprised by the offer, but reaches for the rope, managing a somewhat-sincere, “Thanks, Munson.” Harrington winces as he raises his arms to hoist himself up the rope, but manages to get through the gate without needing any assistance. Eddie comes through quicker, and falling to the mattress is more fun than he’d expected.

“What, now?” comes from Max.

Staring up at the hole in the ceiling, Lucas wonders, “How do we get the sheet back down?”

“I don’t think we can get the sheet back down,” Dustin rubs the back of his neck. “Not without cutting it down, because of the separate gravitational pulls—” He drifts off as the edges of the gate begin to sew themselves together, slicing through the sheet once they shut entirely, “Or, it could do that, I guess.”

“That gate could come back open,” Nancy crosses her arms over her chest, and as much as you wish she was wrong, the scar along the ceiling is more than enough to confirm that the gate was still there, only smaller for the moment. “We need to check the other places people have died for more gates.”

“And then what?” Robin huffs.

“Then…” Nancy lingers, clearly trying to come up with some way to fix all of this, “Then, we figure out a way to close them.”

“Comforting,” sarcasm drips from Eddie’s tone as he pushes up from the mattress to stand, “I love knowing there’s a portal to hell in my uncle’s ceiling until we find a way to plaster over it.”

“You could try caulk,” Lucas’ attempt at humor falls flat, and Eddie wipes his hands on his dark jeans.

“Look, Steve’s hurt,” you start, catching the attention of the room. “Those wrappings worked for the Upside-Down, but they’re not gonna’ cut it out here. You need to get your wounds cleaned and dressed before you catch whatever those nasty bats have—”

“Bats?” Dustin gasps.

“Yeah, bats— They were huge—” Steve holds out his hands in a rough estimate of how large they were, only for Dustin to become more intrigued at the revelation.

“First, demodogs; now, demobats…”

“As I was saying,” you continue pointedly at Steve, “there’s no way that you can keep going until that gets cleaned and checked out.”

“I think my uncle actually keeps some supplies around here,” Eddie maneuvers around you and past Nancy, towards the small kitchen in his home, where he promptly begins rummaging through the cabinets. “First-aid stuff, y’know? For if he gets hurt at the plant workin’.” At your questioning glances he shrugs, “Better than a trip to the doctor with no insurance.”

“Alright,” Nancy clasps her hands together, jolting you from your observation of Eddie’s concentrated pilfering of his uncle’s cabinets, “how about you three stay here and handle that, and the rest of us will split off for the other gates. We’ll check back in on the walkies with what’s going on.”

“Nance—” Steve begins in protest, but she stops him with a point of her finger.

“No, they’re right, you need someone to clean those bandages. Robin and I can handle this.”

“Um, what about us?” Lucas crosses his arms, while Max nods.

“Yeah, we’re coming, too.”

“Of course you guys are coming,” Nancy rolls her eyes, a smile at the edge of her lips. “We’ll need all the help we can get, but, you’ve gotta’ do exactly what we say.”

Despite the reluctant agreements on the younger kids’ parts, they file out of the trailer somewhere between Eddie finally finding the first-aid supplies and Steve collapsing onto the couch. Steve can’t bring himself to protest being left here, because there’s an ache to his bones that sets in with every passing moment, and resting on the couch only brings momentary relief.

“Here,” Eddie hands off the supplies onto the coffee-table, pushing around the jumbled items there to make room as you kneel on the floor in front of where Steve sits. Almost as soon as you start to unwrap the fabric around Steve’s waist, Eddie huffs out, “Fuck, it’s hot in here. Let me check the temperature,” and all but throws his leather jacket over the back of the couch before jogging down the hallway to glare at the thermostat on the wall.

“It’s not that hot to me,” it’s an off-handed comment from you, but a surprising one nonetheless, at least to Steve, who protests around a hiss of pain when the fabric catches at his wound.

“How are you not hot? It’s like it’s ninety degrees in here…” the denim vest Eddie had loaned him is sticking to his back, and if it weren’t for your hands working against his skin, he would have ripped it off. There’s a bizarre look on your face at his declaration, but you only apologize before gently cleansing his bite-wounds with the cloth rag and peroxide Eddie had supplied. Steve’s sweating, gritting his teeth as he tries to hold back the whimper of pain behind his teeth to no avail.

You apologize again, but you can’t stop until the area seems properly cleaned. A tinge of red blood seeps from the wounds rather than the strange saliva-like substance that had occluded the area before, but you’re glad to find he wasn’t bleeding profusely. Steve tries to focus on the weird amount of hats that hung along the upper walls of Munson’s living room, instead of the pain in his side, and the growing heat that seemed to claim him more with every passing second. When you’ve finally finished cleaning, Steve’s softly panting, and your apologies fall on dull ears as he glances down to notice the goose-bumps that have appeared on your arms.

“How cold are you getting it in here, Eddie?” you loudly call towards the man in the hallway, minor annoyance lacing your voice, but despite the way your hair shifts with the wind blowing through the vents, Steve can barely feel a difference in the temperature at all.

It was almost as bad as the hottest day last summer to him, but he knows in the back of his mind that weather as warm as this would be strange for an early Indiana spring.

“Something’s wrong with the A/C,” Eddie groans in defeat when he comes back into the living room, slightly breathless despite the short hallway he’s had to traverse. “It says it’s only seventy in here, and I turned it down to fifty-five, but nothing’s changing.”

“Are you insane? You’re getting it freezing cold in here,” blinking up at him, you’re shocked to find he’s sweating through the front of his Hellfire Club shirt. You’ve barely got the fresh gauze wrapped around Steve’s waist before the worry in your eyes shifts onto Eddie, “Are you alright?”

Sure, Steve was sweating, too, but you’d just assumed it was due to the pain. Eddie, though, has you thinking it’s something else entirely.

“I’m fine, it’s just blowing heat or something— I don’t get it. It doesn’t act like it’s not working, but…” Eddie’s hands reach over the vents in the floor, feeling the air temperature for himself, and his frown only deepens. A glance out of the corner of his eye, before he points towards the vent, “See? Hot air!”

“It’s really not,” your voice comes slow to Steve’s ears, and as your fingers press tape along the bandage he gasps out, making your hands flinch away from him quickly. “Oh, my gosh, did I hurt you? I’m sorry—”

“No,” it sounds hoarse even to Steve’s ears, so he clears his throat, before finally affixing you with his stare. Swallowing thick, he tries to beat down the feeling swirling in his veins, settling deep in his abdomen, but there’s an edge to his voice when he says, “But I think something else is wrong.”

It’s the look in his eyes that shocks you still. You’ve never seen him look at you quite like this before. Dark eyes seem even more endless with the way his pupils have almost swallowed his irises in a black void, dilated wide as he almost seems to find difficulty in breathing steadily. A glistening sheen of sweat covers his skin, too, in much a similar way as Eddie. Steve’s lips are parted as he struggles to breathe even, tongue passing over them to wet the salt on his skin.

You pinpoint the look in his eyes, after a moment of sitting still between his knees.

Want.

That was want you saw in his eyes right now, unobstructed from your scrutiny in a way that he was incapable of hiding at this moment, with this fire burning through his veins unlike anything he’d ever felt before. There’s an edge to it, something that catches in his skin, hurts in a way that makes him want to drag you into a kiss right then and there— but he doesn’t dare move, for fear he’ll actually do it.

You’re leaning away from him, perhaps subconsciously, but it stings all the same, “What… what’s wrong?”

Steve can barely bring himself to think it, let alone confess it out loud, but he’s sure it’s written all over his face right now, the mortifying, uncontrollable lust that has latched onto his very soul. Something was very, very wrong about this, but Steve can’t bring himself to care past the scandalous ideas storming through his mind. So instead, he remains silent. Tries to avoid your eyes, but just as soon as he glances over to the side of you, Eddie walks into his line of sight.

“I think Harrington’s right,” Eddie’s hands are balled in fists at his side, as your attention casts up towards the stern set of his jaw and confused furrow of his brow. “I think… something’s wrong with me, too.”

Steve watches your eyes widen for a fraction as you register the same blown dilation in Eddie’s eyes that you’d noticed on Steve, the flush in his cheeks, and the tension in his shoulders, but you dumbly begin to ask again, “What’s wro—”

A finger hooks around your jaw, turning you to face Steve almost roughly, and you’re barely looking his way at all before his lips crash into your own. He can feel your gasp, your reflexive hands meeting his chest and catching on heated skin and denim, but Steve doesn’t think, let alone care. Hell, he doesn’t even care that he can hear the hitch of Eddie’s own breath from where he stands, watching.

None of that matters. Not the biting in his sides of wounded skin straining on gauze, or the way he’s all but doubled himself over from where he sits on the couch in order to have at you.

All that matters is the slight relief it brings. The feeling of your skin on his, the taste of you on his tongue, and the fact that you aren’t— thank God— pulling away from his more-than-rushed assault on your lips.

In fact, you’re leaning into him, fists catching in the denim vest to drag him closer. His hands cupping your jaw drag you even closer between his legs, and he hears the way your knees shift on shag carpet to accommodate him.

He could die kissing you right now, and be completely fine with it. It’s the only thing on his mind— the way you slightly whimper into his urgency. He feels like he has a fever to your chilled hands, but not even the touch of your skin to his is capable of cooling him off. He needs something else, something like—

The hand that settles on his right knee isn’t yours; it’s too large to be, and he can feel the tightening of your fingers on the vest when you’re pulled away from his lips. Steve’s only mad for as long as it takes to blink his eyes open and see the way Eddie’s tugged you back by his hand in your hair— the one that doesn’t rest on Steve’s knee.

Your cheeks feel flushed as Eddie appraises the slightly dazed look in your eyes in that heated moment, before dragging you into his own kiss. Steve’s hand still caresses the side of your neck as Eddie descends upon you like a man who’s lost all his senses, and you’re too stunned by the sudden change of events to so much as even pull away from him— from them.

Not that you would have to begin with.

Munson kisses you just as urgently as Steve had. With the crane of your neck and his grip in your hair, you’re left nearly disoriented when Eddie’s hand releases Steve’s knee to find his grasp against your throat, dragging you away from one man to the other. While Steve had smelled of the metallic blood still smeared on his skin, and whatever remains of his expensive cologne that managed to cling to him, Eddie is different. Sure, it’s drenched in the hint of lakewater that follows all of you, but there’s no denying the scented undertones you can fully realize thanks to being pressed so closely against him.

He’s all leather, and something woodsy mixed into the sweat that drips down his temple, onto the expanse of where your fingertips reach along his jaw. The budding result of a day without a proper shave pricks at your skin, but you don’t rightly care, because Eddie Munson was kissing you like it was his last day to live.

Which, if he were to listen to the burning threat in his chest, it might as well be. He wouldn’t normally just throw himself at a girl like this, but he can’t bring himself to pull away. It’s like something inside him demands that he have you right here and now; urging him to consume you in this very spot. He’s out of his depth, and out of control, which is nearly as exhilarating as it is worrying.

Your attention has been completely snatched away from Steve when you feel Eddie grin into the kiss, only for you to elicit a shuddering breath from him with the drag of your fingers down his chest.

There’s a dull throb in your head from the overwhelmingly sudden intensity of it all, and the only thing that momentarily saves you is Steve’s annoyed, “Quit hogging her,” that tears Eddie away from your lips.

Munson looks down at you through a lidded stare, before his eyes flick towards Steve with a hint of his own annoyance, “You’re one to talk, Harrington. I practically had to pry her away from you with a crowbar.”

“W-Wait,” you take the chance you have while they’re momentarily distracted, “what’s gotten into the two of you—?”

Eddie shrugs off your question, making to kiss down your jaw, but when he groans almost painfully, “Damn, it’s so. Fucking. Hot. In here,” you’re pushing him away again. He lets you, but not without a whine of protest.

“You keep saying that,” you reach out to press the back of your hand against Eddie’s forehead, only for him to catch your wrist and drag you forward, landing one quick kiss in the crook of your arm before you snatch it back. Eddie slumps over in defeat from where he’s knelt when you turn to look at Steve, who is only a better patient than Munson due to the grip he keeps tight on the back of the couch. “You guys are burning up—” Steve murmurs something, and you glance down to his face, “Huh?”

“It started back there— It started getting hot in the Upside-Down, after that flower-thing,” he swallows, trying his best to focus on anything other than how easy it would be to drag you into another kiss with the way you leaned over him. Clenching his teeth, he tries his damned best, but his mind’s running wild. It’s like he’s losing every last shred of control he has left, like he’ll die if he doesn’t have your body against his again.

“Please—” the pitiful sound comes from off the end of the couch, where Munson has fully melted into the floor, an utterly useless mess of hair and limbs at your momentary rejection of his touch.

Steve’s fighting the urge to be in a similar state when you question Eddie, “What?”

“I’m dying over here—” Eddie’s head lulls towards you, the desperate sound of your name falling from his tongue. Despite Steve’s withering silence, he’s in no better a state than the man on the floor, because the same thought that crumbles in the back of Eddie’s throat has passed his own mind,, “I’m going to die if you don’t touch me again. Shit, I’m begging, here!”

And there it is, the one thing Steve’s too terrified to say out in the open, spoken by Eddie Fucking Munson, who has dissolved into a sequence of begging pleas and curses as his fingers card into his own hair like he might pull it out. Steve can see the flush on your face, the struggle of denial in your eyes swirling with the heated way you watch him, trying to turn over your options in your mind. Trying to figure out just what you should do.

Steve’s tired of waiting, and maybe his senses are so blurred to the point that he has no ability to reason anymore, but he doesn’t care if this destroys the friendship he’d so carefully tried to uphold despite his feelings for you. This growing ache in his abdomen won’t allow him to think past this single moment.

So he decides to wear you down with his own honest, “It’s okay.”

And you know you sound like a broken record, when you glance warily towards him, asking again, “What?”

“It’s okay to want this,” the way Steve looks at you cuts through you like butter. Like he can see every aspect of your hidden desire regardless of how terribly you try to smother it down, “I know I do.”

One word from your lips is all he’d need to fully let go, but the widening surprise, the hesitant interest in your eyes— that works, too, “You do?”

Steve releases his grip on the couch in favor of your waist, intent on showing you how much when he nearly manhandles you into his lap, arching into the hands that push at the denim on his shoulders. The involuntary moan that comes from him as he kisses you again would’ve embarrassed him if he had any sense left to feel embarrassed. The truth is, licking up into your mouth is the only thing keeping him sane at this very moment, because with the hasty undressing of his clothing by your hands comes the complete undoing of his mind.

He’s not entirely sure when exactly Eddie picked himself back up from his sorry state on the floor, but the longer-haired man takes to ridding you of your button-up as quickly as he can from where he’s pressed himself against your back, using what little space there is between Steve’s knees to his advantage. You’re easily leveraged between them, as Steve’s forward lean presses you into Eddie’s chest and determined hands.

Eddie’s teeth drag against your shoulder as he strips your upper half bare, and his impatience at the obstruction of your jeans is only a brief issue before he comes up with the solution of simply shoving one large hand into the front of your waistband, not giving you a chance to so much as even rise from Steve’s lap. You’re gasping into Steve’s lips as Eddie’s fingertips delve between your thighs abruptly, a low groan splitting your thoughts as it breezes past your ear with the rumble of Eddie’s ragged breath at the feeling of your growing wetness there.

You can feel the cold metal of his ring as he drags his fingers through your folds, down to your core and back up again, pressing down onto your clit upon his discovery of it, breath fanning against your skin when you squirm against Steve’s lap, “There we go, sweetheart.”

Mewling into Steve’s lips, you’re completely overcome by the feeling of the tight circles Eddie presses between your thighs, jolting electric pleasure up your spine, and when Steve’s hands blaze up the exposed skin of your torso to settle against your breasts, you can’t be held accountable for the way you’re left writhing against them. You can feel the straining bulge in every grind of your hips down upon Eddie’s hands and Steve’s lap, but you’re nearly powerless at this moment to do anything more than catch Steve by the hair and pull him closer.

Eddie’s taken to grinding himself against your hip, letting the most delicious sounds fall from his tongue onto your shoulders, your neck— wherever he can have easy access to lay his open mouth. It’s only when you feel him shift his hand to push his index and middle fingers into you up to the ring that you cry out. Slipping away from where Steve had locked you in his kiss, your head falls back onto Eddie’s shoulder; it’s almost overwhelming. Their hands, their lips— it’s almost too much.

Steve leans back against the couch to fumble at his jeans, undoing them as best he can while Eddie melts into a nearly incoherent string of words behind you, “Is that good? Do you like how my fingers feel? Oh, fuck, I want to be inside you— You’d like that, too, wouldn’t you—?”

“C’mon,” Steve groans as his eyes catch yours, before trailing down the expanse of where Eddie’s draped himself over you and finally stopping on where his hand has disappeared beneath the undone zipper of your jeans. “Tell Munson how you like it.”

Your breath catches in your throat, only to fall out in a moan around his name, “I like it, Eddie— Don’t stop—”

If there were any ability left in you to be embarrassed, you would’ve been mortified in this moment, because you can practically hear how wet you are as Eddie quickens the thrusting of his fingers, allowing you to grind down onto the palm of his hand. Eddie’s pressed his face against your neck, letting out a soft moan at the sound of your praise, until he kisses the skin there in a languid way that’s the complete opposite of the haste with which he drags you further and further towards your inevitable oblivion.

You’re so tense, wound up like you might snap at any moment, when Steve finally manages to free himself from his jeans just enough to grant you the view of the hardened length of him. His mouth falls open slightly when he takes hold of himself, and when he starts with a languid stroke, he lets out a soft whimper. It’s the way Steve watches you, though, that almost throws you over the edge.

Leant back on the couch cushions, head tilted back, he looks down at you through a drugged-like haze, while Eddie Munson takes you apart on his lap. Steve is as wrecked as you’ve ever seen him in his life, blood from the earlier attack still smeared along his skin in places, sweat dripping down his heaving chest— it’s a sight that shouldn’t get you as bothered as it did, but you’re too far gone to care. Eddie’s dark gaze flicks away from you to catch Steve’s, before he gently tugs you back by the hair once more to earn a better look at your parted lips and gasping breaths. It’s like something had bewitched the three of you, and while the men were clearly more affected by it than you, you still felt it in the tingling of your limbs and the thundering of your chest, as Eddie’s intense eyes caught yours.

Then, he leans forward, and spits in your open mouth, only to nudge you forwards a little and chuckle, “Give Steve something to work with, okay? From the both of us.” Grinning as he catches Steve’s wide eyes once more, he bites by your ear, “Go ahead, spit on it.”

And, maybe you’re out of your mind, but you do just what he tells you to do. You lean forward as best you can with Eddie’s arms tangled around you, and spit right onto where Steve’s grip rests along his cock, hearing the ragged breath Steve sucks in at the sight.

“Holy shit,” it breaks, choked in the back of Steve’s throat, when Eddie pulls you back against him. Wasting no time, Steve uses the added lubrication to quicken his hand slightly.

“You really are a sweetheart, aren’t you? Helpin’ out our friend like that,” Eddie teases, turning your head just enough to capture your lips with his own. You can practically taste the lust that oozes from his every pore as his fingers curl within you, your hips shaking at the feeling of them dragging from you just for him to do it all over again. By the time he breaks from your kiss, you see something akin to wild, boyish glee in his brown eyes, “Now, go on and use my fingers to cum.”

“Eddie—” you whine, but the low breathlessness of Steve’s voice silences you entirely.

“You heard the man. We want to see you do it.”

You’ve long since deteriorated into a mess between them, and you’re faring no better than you ever were when Eddie licks a stripe up your neck at the same time he curls his fingers again within you. Pushing the palm of his hand into your clit, your hands are shaking as you reach to grasp at the tattooed forearm holding you to a lean chest.

The way you break in his arms is too hyperreal to ever delude yourself into believing this was some sort of dream. It’s a raw, broken cry that falls from you as Eddie only holds you tighter in your writhing against him. If your nails digging into his skin hurts, he makes no indication of it. The only thing coming from Eddie’s lips are the praises, coaxing you through the blinding ecstasy of it, until you’ve collapsed into his steadying embrace.

Eddie pulls his hand from your pants, but Steve catches his wrist, leaning forward to capture your gaze as he licks the wet evidence of you from Eddie’s ringed fingers. You hear Eddie’s breath hitch in your ear as your own breathing ceases entirely at the sight, until Steve releases the other man’s hand entirely. Your breathing trembles back to life as Steve closes the distance so he can press his lips to yours, spreading long fingers against the length of your neck to drag you towards him on the couch.

Steve groans in the back of his throat when you part for barely a moment, “I think I’ll probably need more of a taste than that, but it’ll do for now.”

Eddie’s chuckle is in the forefront of your mind as Steve pulls you back to his lips, seemingly never over the way it feels to kiss you. His arm wraps around your waist, helping you get to your knees just so Eddie can shimmy you out of the jeans that still clung to your legs.

The room is so cold, so unbearably chilly, but they’re still burning up against you. It’s perhaps the only reason you don’t immediately reach for the blanket draped along the back of the couch. That, and the fact that Steve is pushing your underwear to the side just enough to brush the tip of him through your folds. The sound he catches on his tongue is something you were only mildly scandalized to have whimpered there, as he sinks you down the length of him with his fingertips digging into your hips.

“Oh, my God,” how Steve barely manages to sound at all held-together is something you’ll never know, but any illusion of control breaks as soon as you settle flush into his lap. There’s a stretch that you doubt you’ll ever fully get used to in the way he drops his hips, only to sink back into you again, spilling moans from his lips as he almost selfishly sets his pace. Steve glances down between you, watching as he buries himself into you over and over again, until even that is too much for him to handle. Eyes clenched shut, his head falls back, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thick at the feeling of your walls around him.

His fingertips claw into the flesh of your hip as you steady yourself on the bare expanse of his chest, feeling the hair there beneath your hands as he rocks you forward on each thrust he buries into you. You’re so caught up in trying to adjust to Steve’s desperate love-making that you almost forget about your audience for a split second.

That is, until Eddie props a knee on the side of the couch, the movement of his hands tempting your gaze to watch as he tugs his belt undone. You can see a hint of the skin of his abdomen from where he’s pulled up his Hellfire shirt as he tugs at his zipper, and you’re already reaching with the hand you haven’t planted on Steve’s chest for the loops in Eddie’s jeans. Tugging him closer to the aching destruction that seemed to consume you all, you hear him sigh when his length is freed from his jeans.

You want him— you want them both, and you can barely think past that.

Eddie looks like he’s far past holding it together, when his hand comes to the back of your neck, “Can you open your mouth for me?”  Steve’s certainly long gone, with the strangled noise that comes from him as you clench around his cock at Eddie’s question.

They’re dragging you down with them, nodding, “Come closer, Eddie.” All it takes is a shift in his posture, your hand slipping to his thigh, as he grasps himself by the base in his left hand to tease your waiting tongue. His rings would’ve looked gaudy on anyone else, but on Eddie you were almost losing your mind to watch his fingers wrap around himself as those skulls stared back at you.

The leaking precum leaves a salty taste on your tongue as you wrap your lips around him, tonguing at his tip while his grip tightens at the back of your neck. Guiding you closer, you feel Eddie shudder beneath your fingertips as he lets out the prettiest groan you think you’ve ever heard, which is saying something considering the way Steve’s almost dissipated into a whimpering mess beneath you.

“Son of a—” Eddie curses as you take him deeper, struggling to keep steady as Steve’s rhythm flounders, becoming something more spontaneous and urgent rather than the methodical thing it had originally been. The moan in your own throat can’t be subdued when you feel Steve’s hand slip down your hip, casting his thumb against your clit in his efforts to trigger your utter ruination.

Steve’s filter is entirely gone, and he can’t stop himself from saying whatever comes to mind, “You look— look so good with your mouth full, you know that?”

Eddie’s fingers tangle in your hair, as if holding onto you will keep him from completely losing himself when he nods in agreement, “Dude— you’re so right. I wanna’ see those eyes, sweetheart. Fuck— Just like that. Keep looking at me.”

It feels like they’ve set you on fire, like whatever affliction had overcome them was also seeping into your bones. It was getting hotter by the second, and not even the cold air blowing on high from the trailer’s vents was helping anymore.

You’re so out of it, they could tell you to do anything and you would probably have done it if it meant reaching the high you were all fighting for. The things they were saying washed over you like a bucket of hot water, and you know you’re dripping onto Steve with his every hurried thrust. It’s so close, you can feel it. Just out of reach, as the muscles in your thighs tense— if Steve just keeps going—

It’s so sudden that he can barely predict it at all, and all the warning any of you get is a series of jumbled curses cried around his increasingly hitched moans when Steve’s hips slam up into yours. Delirium was what it felt like, rushing through his veins to flay every last nerve bare while he mindlessly emptied himself into your fluttering warmth. He thinks he might pass out, when his vision goes, but the feeling of your nails digging into his chest keeps him somewhat grounded to this plane of existence.

His breath was coming in harsh pants, like he could barely breathe, and you can feel the expansive warmth of his climax seeping from you with the weak thrusts he manages before stilling entirely. Steve is on the verge of an apology by the time he can manage to somewhat think straight, but the sight of you with Eddie’s cock down your throat is enough to scramble his thoughts all over again.

“Hell, if the pussy’s as good as Harrington acts like it is,” Eddie groans, pulling from your mouth with a wet pop, tilting your head up to see the fucked-out look in your eyes, “I think I’d like my turn, now, if that’s alright with you.”

Steve’s hands have relaxed at your thighs, but they give you a squeeze when you nod at Eddie, “Please—” You were still so wired, having been sent right to the edge before Steve came, that you don’t care who takes care of you right now, as long as they help you fix this desolate ache in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie helps you pull yourself off of Steve, which has you both gasping with the oversensitivity of it all, and the resulting emptiness that settles into your gut. Sitting beside Steve on the couch, Eddie drags you to straddle his lap from behind, until your back is settled against his chest.

His hand resting against your ribs, he nudges your legs with his knees, “Need you to spread your legs wider, ‘kay?” Snaking his other arm over your thigh, he reaches beneath you when you do as he says, and you’re arching against him as he presses himself up into you with a guiding hand. Shushing your anguished whimper, Eddie murmurs, “Just like that, yeah. You’re— ah, doing so good— taking it so well.”

He’s not much bigger than Steve was, but you feel so full that you think you’re not going to make it past the first thrust at this point, with how close Steve had gotten you moments before. You have to reach behind you to catch at his side in order to steady yourself when he finds himself fully seated within you quicker than Steve had.

“There, how’s that?” Eddie’s voice sounds strained with pleasure as he retreats his hand to the inside of your bare thigh. “Perfect fit—”

You can’t decide if you like his near-constant commentary or not, but raising your hips seems to catch whatever else he was going to say in his throat, “Eddie, I need you to move.”

“As the lady wishes,” his grin can practically be heard, and when he drops his hips to drive back into you at a steady pace, you think your eyes roll back in your head with how this angle allowed him to hit you just right.

Steve’s barely starting to get movement back in his legs by the time he adjusts his slacks back around his waist, but watching you and Munson was doing nothing for the brief clear-headedness that had returned in the aftermath of his climax. He’s certain that the crap from that flower— the pollen, you’d called it— had done something to the three of you, because never in his life had he been as out-of-his-mind aroused like this. A glance towards the scar in the trailer’s ceiling confirms that the gate is still somewhat-closed for now, but whatever purpose that flower held was lost on him. He couldn’t very well ask the group for their ideas, now, could he?

The pretty sounds coming from your mouth were scrambling his mind all over again. At this rate he’s going to get hard once more, so he stands from the couch to escape further into the trailer, trying his hardest to subdue this simmering feeling once more. The bathroom had to be safe from this torture, certainly.

Eddie’s too consumed with you to notice Harrington’s disappearance, and you’re too lost in the feeling to care.

He pushes you off edge you’ve been riding when his teeth sink into your neck, biting gently to smother his groans, but it’s all it takes combined with his quickening pace to set you off. It’s like you detonate, white-hot pleasure exploding behind your chest as you almost scream with the shock of it.

“Are you— you’re coming, aren’t you?” Eddie never falters, but you’re completely incapable of giving him a proper answer with the mind-numbing bliss that overtakes you. Leaning forward, you have to grasp his knee in an effort to keep from completely collapsing onto the floor, but his hands would’ve kept you steady regardless. The involuntary fluttering of your core around him has him stumbling after you, gasping out, “So tight— I’ll never get tired of it— I can’t get enough of you.”

“I can’t take it,” you’re trembling, barely able to stand the overstimulation in the aftermath of your climax, but Eddie has you almost in tears, begging for him, “I can’t take anymore, Eddie—!”

“Just a little more,” he groans, pressing his forehead into your back as he fucks up into you desperately. Voice breaking with his confession, “I’m almost— so close.”

You don’t even realize you’ve shut your eyes in an effort to mute the overstimulation until you’re blinking them open again, pleasured tears falling down your cheeks, only to spot Steve leaning on the kitchen counter in full view of the living room. He’d found himself a glass of water, somewhere in the time it’s taken for you to entirely lose your mind, but the look in his eyes as he watches you is not as entirely unaffected as you would have thought for a man who was barely out of his own post-orgasmic haze.

You know it, before Eddie’s breath hitches behind you, how in trouble you are.

The way Munson comes apart is just as desperate as Steve had, but he drags you back down to him, turning your head to almost beg, “Kiss me—” It’s all teeth and tongue, moans muffled by your lips on his, in a way that makes you feel so vulnerable and raw that you think your tears might actually be from the edge of pain that comes from the resulting feeling of emptiness after he pulls out of you.

Struggling to catch your breath, you know you’re leaking the evidence of what the three of you have done against his jeans, but Eddie’s too fucked-out to care. Trying to shift yourself back into your stretched, and upon closer inspection minorly ripped, underwear without rising from his lap is difficult, but not as impossible as standing with the shake in your legs would have been.

“What the hell just happened to us…?” Eddie wonders aloud, finally catching his breath enough to speak, but it’s a question without an answer.

Hoarsely, you whisper the fear sinking into your heart, “Do you regret it?”

He reaches up, fingers grazing your chin as he urges you to look at him, and when you do, you find his dark eyes have gone soft, “I didn’t say that, now. No regrets on my part.” Glancing towards where Steve’s moved closer towards the coffee table, Eddie smirks, “Harrington? Any regrets?”

A static cuts through the silence, and suddenly Robin’s voice crackles through the walkie resting on the table, “Nancy, come in. Dustin and I just made it to our gate. Are you guys there yet? Over.”

“We’re still five minutes out from ours— How’re things going at Munson’s gate?” Nancy’s voice comes through, and the three of you blink for a moment at the walkie, trying to think of a single thing to say.

Steve steps up to the plate, gaze shifting towards where you and Eddie try your best to collect yourselves when he clears his throat and presses the outgoing button on the walkie, “Uh, no changes over here. We’re all good.”

You’re glad he’s a good liar, because Nancy simply replies, “Alright, then. We’ll check back in when we reach our gate.”

“You’ve got to say, ‘Over and out,’” Dustin suddenly comes through, and Steve rolls his eyes before setting down the walkie.

“Is that kid always so bossy?” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head as he adjusts his shirt and pants.

Steve grunts flatly, “Welcome to my world,” as he watches you pluck your clothing off the floor where Eddie had haphazardly discarded it.

Pressing it all to your chest, you notice the two of them staring, and sheepishly ask, “Where’s your bathroom, Eddie?”

He points down the hallway, “Right down there, second to last door.”

“Thanks,” you try to brush past him, but the long-haired man catches your waist when you’re in reach, pressing a cheeky kiss against your temple before you can squirm away, giggling, “Stop it, Eddie—!”

“Alright, alright.”

Steve takes another sip of his water when you pass, flush on his cheeks as he tries to respectfully avert his eyes to no avail, but you disappear down the hallway either way. He’s in too deep as it is, and when he glances over towards Eddie, he finds he’s being watched with a raised brow.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That,” Eddie nods down the hallway, as if that elaborates anything at all. “When you just didn’t say a word to her after we—”

“I’m so not starting this with you, dude,” Steve huffs, crossing his arms as he looks back down the hallway.

“I think we’re way past that,” he holds up his hands in front of him, “but okay… you do you.” Munson plops back down onto the couch, digging around the cluttered coffee table until he comes across a packet of cigarettes. Plucking one from the pack and placing it between his teeth, Eddie mumbles, “You ask me, I wouldn’t let a girl like that wonder for too long.”

“Wonder?” Steve doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or not to egg Eddie on, but he does it anyway.

“Yeah, wonder— about if you care or not,” he says it like it’s so simple, with a roll of his eyes and a flick of the lighter he’s fished from the sea of clutter. Steve grinds his teeth, glancing back towards the hallway in consideration, before growing annoyed at the smell of Eddie’s cigarette and plucking it from his lips to put out in the ashtray, “Hey—!”

“Those’re bad for you,” is all Steve answers the mild offense on Munson’s face with, before turning on his heel and moving towards the bathroom. There should be no question, right? Of if he cares for you. You’re one of his best friends, after all. You should know that already, but the suggestion by Munson that it was at all questionable was eating at him.

He wanted to rectify that.

Steve’s about to knock when the bathroom door swings open, light spilling into the hallway, “Oh! Sorry.”

You jolt to find him standing there, and he shifts at your awkward chuckle, “Steve, do you need the bathroom?”

“Uh, no, actually,” he reaches out, gripping the frame of the door to accommodate his lean. “I was hoping we could talk, maybe?”

“Talk?” blinking up at him, you can’t help the worry that seeps into you, “What about?”

“Just… what Munson said earlier, about regrets?” Steve begins, but when your eyes avoid his dejectedly, he knows Eddie was right. You weren’t sure about him.

“Oh…”

“Hey,” he steps closer, voice softer as he lifts his hand to the side of your face, urging you to look at him. “I just wanted to tell you that I don’t regret anything. Well, maybe I regret letting Munson touch that flower, but when it comes to you? No. I don’t regret it.”

“Promise?” you question, watching him warily. Steve smiles, bending at the neck to capture your lips with his in a kiss that was far more gentle and leisurely than any thus far had been. It was chaste, even, but it set your skin ablaze either way.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he pulls away, “Promise.”

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[alintheshitposter]

It is currently 4am in the morning, I can't sleep, so let's do this now. (Pretty sure I've done it before but this is simply going be the updated version🤪)

15 questions + 15 friends; I was tagged by @spezialgelagerte-rokokokokotte thanking youuu <3

It got quite long, so I'll put a cut here😅

1. Are you named after anyone?

No😊 (and I say this confidently because I named myself)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Two days ago, on my birthday (I was just a little emotional), but @maxwellshimbo was there to comfort me💚

3. Do you have kids?

Not of my own, no. And it's unlikely that is ever going to happen.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I did ballet as a kid but quickly got tired of it and started playing football, which I technically STILL play (it's been 84 14 years💀) but I am falling out of love with it. I used to do archery for like a year which I absolutely loved and hope to do again sometime! I'm in a club for lifeguarding (German peeps will probably have heard of DLRG👀) so I spent quite some time at the swimming pool as well. Though I am not as active in actual training anymore. And I did ballroom dancing for a while. Like standard and latin dances. My favourite was probably Cha Cha Cha and my least favourite was definitely Quickstep😵‍💫 it was fun tho! I danced with one of my best friends and I did the leading parts which made me feel kind of gender euphoric. I also like to go for a run every now and then but overall I'd consider myself a not so sporty person. I like to relax a lot🥴

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I cannot live without. It just comes naturally.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Just the overall vibe I guess. And whether I like them or not.

7. What is your eye colour?

It says blue-grey on my ID but I've been told they're actually more green-ish and I kind of agree.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I don't like scary movies, I think they're ridiculous.

9. Any talents?

Hm. Well...my dad jokes are pretty good🤪 but apart from that...I guess I'm quite creative?🤷🏻 I speak 3 languages fluently? I can touch my tongue to my nose? Idk xD

10. Where were you born?

In some small town in northern Germany. Fellow Germans will probably know it for one (1) big tourist attraction but I'm not going to specify it here.

11. What are your hobbies?

I play theater. I play several musical instruments (bass, flute, ukulele, kalimba and some more but I'm not as good). I like taking pictures and editing them. Sometimes I write fanfic and/or poetry. And I like to relax in my bean bag🥴

12. Do you have any pets?

I have a cat but I haven't lived with her in 3 years. (Due to an allergy🤧 and me moving out of my parents' house.) I visit her from time to time tho!

13. How tall are you?

It used to be 1,68m on my ID but I recently had to renew it and now it says I'm 1,71m...I think I might actually be smaller than that though🥴

14. Favourite subject in school?

Always all the languages. Never any of the sciences. I loved music class as well. And all the school bands I played in. I miss that.

15. Dream job?

Please, that is the WORST question you could ask me right now😩 I feel a little lost. I'm currently studying to be a translator but is it what I really want? I don't know ;-; I miss working at the kindergarten lately. But I don't know if I'd wanna do that full time either. I'm so insecure and I hope I'll figure it out soon.

Phew. This took me almost an hour. Well. Let's see if I can fall asleep now. 1½ hours left until my alarm goes off. Good night😴

No pressure tags: @daughterofhecata @miaisreadytorun @bistdueinbaum

#alin answers tag games

[katyspersonal]

Some responses

Oh jeez...... Guys, I did not expect my post to resonate with so many people. I was aware that the problem of people feeling excluded and mocked just for less common headcanons had to be big, but I still thought this post would stay between me and all five of my followers, hahah; I am glad that some people feel really heard here! Some are for very different reasons, too?

I ESPECIALLY want to point out this one, because it is exactly the result I've been seeing a lot:

@tsunbath I've heard similar things from (former?) Malenia fans, and also I know at least two friends for whom Maria was ruined as a character because of how toxic her fans were. You are VERY right about the fact that Malenia would've hated to be the symbol of gatekeeping and bullying in the fandoms! I feel like the same would go for Maria; there is no direct confirmation, but I doubt many people can argue that she IS compassionate soul. Like... how do those toxic fans keep making the deep, compassionate, tragic female character into THE symbol of mockery, exclusion and aggression? Beats me.

It just deeply resonates with me how actions of the bad type of fans can create aversion to a character or a ship. I've had this phase with Mariadeline ship tbh. My advice would be - avoid searching content for the character/ship, try to find a tiny pool of people that likes them but are normal and respectful about it, allow yourself to feel identified with "normal fans of the thing" pool rather than dread of identifying with toxic gatekeepers by association... Like, the ship got recovered for me this way, same as Maria's character herself. Just remember that toxic fans and normal fans are not the same entity... It is a very rare case where division is HELPFUL! Hopefully you will be able to recover Malenia for yourself and not think of those l00sers anymore.

@mycopok I know Mal, easily the best person to have ever crossed BB fandom, and nothing will ever replace her </3 I am just happy that her positive influence still lingers even after becoming way less active, like... yeah, fans just should be allowed to explore any idea they want. Maria x Laurence is SUPER interesting concept! In fact, the initial post WAS made because of someone venting that they were afraid to post their Maria x Laurence stuff out of fear of being ostracised!

@underworldsheiress Yeahhhh again, you are not the first one I hear a story like this from. I also heard takes like 'tomboys are the grossest aesthetic, either come out as a trans or get back in line' (not exagerration). It is REALLY unfair how a woman looking masculine should be either her being a butch lesbian, or... well, no longer being a woman in the end. Infighting and forcing pointless norms on each other is a huge problem with LGBT+ community, you'd expect people to gather to support each other but... people will be people I guess :/ Anyways gigachad move of you to wear what you want.

@alma-amentet I don't quite agree with your tastes on body types maybe not gonna lie; However what you pointed out (not so much in the tags, I saw what else you said heh) is a very good example of how fandoms are open spaces and everyone should feel welcomed here. Like, the girls in the fandoms will have absolutely ridiculously specific tastes regarding male characters - not liking shorter height, not liking slim build, prettifying their canonically not-so-attractive face, judging them in sexy look contests, throwing insults towards their appearance quirks at times...

But once someone tries to pull similar things with female characters - all HELL breaks loose. Double standards in the fandoms regarding genders of the characters are absurd. I even once saw someone in BB fandom whining about how someone attempted to discuss which female character was hotter with them...... after we, as a fandom, CONSTANTLY have shit like 'sexyman contest who is sexier Mico or Brador vote now from your phones!!!!'. .... Like idk if you need to hear this as well or not, but everyone should be allowed to say 'muscular women aren't my taste' for the exact same reason why everyone is allowed to say 'muscular men aren't my taste'.

@fantomette22 @rhythmloid Devotees of the Biphobic Order are the bane of every western fandom's existence at this point for real though :/ They will see a female character that wears pants and kicks ass and start shaking over her like Gollum with The One Ring, ignoring all the context, nuance, her personal story, other possibilities, etc... Like I said - feelings of real people who just try to enjoy the fandom are more important than some toxic bunch's creepy obsession with the character they want to crown as their token masculine lesbian based on stereotypes, no less. I say if they really care about masculine lesbians, they should direct their activity towards real world and real people. Because, again - fandomry is not activism.

Anyways thanks everyone for speaking, and sorry if the tagging annoyed you or something fdsjhfh I really appreciate that, and I do hope you all will be able to find your own group in the fandom that'll keep you mentally safe from the toxic fans ruining characters for you. Like a power barrier in the middle of the chaos! I know I did find mine, lol

#dash commentary #long post #(wow look WHO is using a tag like this hahahaha) #fandomry rambles #disco horse #controversy #fantomette girl your tags are as long as my post itself fdhhdfhsd #you had a lot to get off your chest pffffft

[leofrith]

Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better.

Tagged by @aeide 💞✨ I've had this sitting in my drafts for almost a month and completely forgot to finish it 😭

Not all of these are shows that I would ever actually recommend to people, but are rather shows that I either vividly remember regardless of quality and/or because the experience of having watched them is intimately tied with the memories of certain times of my life. Okay.

Seinfeld - was a staple in my house growing up, and it's the piece of media that my family and I most often pull quotes from.

Cybersix - I have vivid memories of begging my parents to let me stay up to the late late time of 8:30 in the summer time to watch this baby on Teletoon. Also the gender fluid cyborg was probably one of the first hints that I might be a little bit gay.

Harper's Island - I know for a fact that this show that absolutely nobody knows about or has heard of was NOT as good as I remember it. But to describe it briefly, this was a little murder mystery about a serial killer running rampant on a resort island during a destination wedding. I was at summer camp when the last episode aired and my parents sent me a copy of it because I was tearing out my hair over who the killer was. Do NOT look up spoilers for this on the off chance that you decide to watch it, because trying to piece the thing together was half the fun!!

In the Flesh - I miss my gay zombie show!!!! 🔪

Star Wars: The Clone Wars - after finally watching all the Star Wars movies in 2015-16, I reluctantly started watching this because my friend recommended it and I needed more. Then I got really into it and I remember running back and forth between my room and his in the first year uni dorm and screaming at each other about it. And I no longer speak to that friend but that was a fun time, and it introduced me to my girl Ahsoka :)

The Americans - another one I binge watched in uni. Beloved under appreciated historical drama. Everyone Go Watch The Americans Right now. 🔫

The Mandalorian - everything about this show has been terrible as of late, to say the least. But the first season is still very close to my heart and I have met some of my dearest friends through this show so it can't be all bad!! <3 2019 Mando era I adore you I miss you.

Derry Girls - beloved comfort show with soooo many Cranberries needle drops.

I'm not tagging anyone this time because I feel like I'm tagging people in these things a LOT recently but anyone who wants to do this can feel free!!

#i was gonna put black sails on here if i couldn't think of an 8th but it is altering my brain chemistry #ky posts text #tag games

[sindicate]

get to know the mun basics

(PEN)NAME:  rute PRONOUNS:  she / they ZODIAC SIGN:  aquarius pisces cusp TAKEN OR SINGLE:  engaged hehe

3 facts

1 -  i've been writing in english for over twelve years although it's not my mother language 2 -  i love horror books and i'm slowly working on my own library of classics 3 -  i will die a rock / metal fan no matter what although i can enjoy all kinds of music genres to be honest

experience

PLATFORMS USED: tumblr, that's it PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: i like to start with plotting if it's a crossover because i absolutely live for those but i believe we need to find mutual ground, if it's the same universe or people that i talk to irl i am all about memes and winging it !

muse preference

GENDER: for some reason i've always been more comfortable writing male characters but it's something i'm slowly changing and only recently started to explore female characters too! MULTI OR SINGLE: i used to run singles, but then i had like a hundred blogs and i can't keep two blogs at a time to save my life, so now i'm all about multis LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): none jump to mind but i'm sure there's a lot for me when i'm not put on the spot. problematic or horrible celebs/public figures obviously. or things like youtubers/musicians, idk it doesn't feel right to me but that's just me.

fluff/angst/smut

FLUFF:  i write a lot of evil characters, but i like my occasional fluff lol ANGST: that's it, that's my absolute favourite SMUT:  i can't write it for the life of me nor have i ever tried it, thank u

TAGGED BY : @edxmunson ( tysm sweetheart! )

TAGGING : @godclaws @lowernets @fraegiles @brokencanbefixed @executiioner @klaeus @ladicsa @ironrot @vampirecrack @murderousbitch @malka-lisitsa and you !!

#( / .mun #i'm not an interesting person my facts are very basic #but i'd like to add fact number 4 which is i am the worst with ooc chats lol guys i love you all though

[pandapupremade]

i bit and did the tumblr year in review. ill put it under a cut shits long

I posted 5,307 times in 2022

That's 860 more posts than 2021!

3,760 posts created (71%)

1,547 posts reblogged (29%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@pandapup

@pandapearls

@penisbees

@myscaramouche

I tagged 5,288 of my posts in 2022

#kermit.txt - 3,153 posts

#ask to tag - 1,031 posts

#oc talk - 589 posts

#fave - 417 posts

#srb - 368 posts

#eye contact tw - 365 posts

#negative - 262 posts

#other art - 260 posts

#kermitart - 249 posts

#🐰 maria tag (familial) - 219 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but she's so fun with ryuo and i cannot and will not take away such a dynamic they are in love and they are both in love with me your honor

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

im abt to go to bed but i needed to drop the new story of seasons s/i. their name is bee and they are absolutely bonkers . completely off the walls. and so they are a match made in heaven for daryl <3 she's his assistant

52 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

#4

was watching episode 7 and had a realization

72 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

#3

See the full post

114 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

#2

im sorry to be harsh but if you make f/o imagines about any serious irl events or tragedies i don't want you to interact with me. i understand people have good intentions but it's horrifying to see someone take devastating things happening to real people right now in real life, and put them into fiction in some cute support way. its not fictional, and should not be treated as such.

if you need a way to cope with what is happening, then this is not how you do it. This is not the right way to cope, nor is it a good way to show your support. there's places to donate to or support to give to people in other ways besides a fictional prompt. It's hard times and I get it - our f/os bring us comfort. But now is not the time for comfort through fictional prompts inspired by the irl situation. Now is the time to focus on the irl people who are affected, or at least to find and create prompts that aren't based on current events.

tl;dr please stop making selfship imagines based on serious, tragic, and or dangerous irl situations, whatever those situations may be. the events aren't fictional, and there is better ways to deal with your feelings and to support others.

138 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i know there's a lot of weight ppl feel to make their self inserts very like gender conforming but in the end I feel, as someone who makes so many s/is who look feminine or use different pronouns despite being trans men or at least masc leaning, that you should just have fun with your designs no matter what. like. I don't like dresses irl, they make me extremely dysphoric and upset...But I love putting them on my s/is, masculine or feminine appearing or even androgynous etc. so i do that. similarly, i only like he/him in real life, but whos gonna stop me from making she/her trans men? nobody. people could try, but fuck those people because its all pretend and is a good way to explore identity. I also have SO much more fun making "feminine" characters than I do masc, and I feel my s/have more life when I don't force a masculine look. but im still a trans man, my s/i is still a trans man, etc. selfship is about being free to explore yourself and also your funky little characters you feel so strongly for, who would accept you no matter what. be free

tl;dr pronouns and clothing and stuff are fake design your s/is how you want and what feels fun and comfortable for you whether or not it appliesto your irl self

139 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #im REALLY glad my top post is what it is tbh #liek no joke im happy thats my top one. that one came from the heart #ask to tag #long post

[villains4hire]

Zeena (Sonic Series)

1 - I'm gonna be honest. This is all the characters I know from the series: Sonic, Knuckles, Tails, Rogue, Amy, E-102 Gamma, Big the Cat, Cream, and Doctor Robotnik, his stupid robots from that dumb show I liked as a kid and Shadow. Then the Zeti gang, I do not remember anyone else but my dumb lizards and the Sonic's original crew mostly. Then I guess Surge and Kitsunami as I thought their story was cool. I am open to other characters within the series, however, as god did they make a lot of characters over the years.

2 - This character while capable of extreme evil such as even enslaving Sonic potentially or Tails? She mostly just goes along with things and is okay with a lot of messed up stuff happening. So be warned if that's an issue as she's a darker character for Sonic in concept.

3 - This character is open to shipping but she's uh, not going to change herself as a person. If that's an issue for your character? Then it simply won't work, she might become more passive in terms of evil, but brutality wise no.

4 - This character is egotistical enough that if she likes you and you basically play kiss ass? She will probably help you adventure, even if she doesn't care what you're doing. I will probably have her on 'trained' as a tag so she can keep up with Sonic if with a stronger character like him. As I do consider Tails, Sonic, Knuckles, Shadow, Rogue, Amy etc all on levels ahead of Zeena, but mostly because she doesn't put forth in effort. Her species is usually just innately that powerful from the harsh environment, but the Deadly Six are exceptional and so is she. I say this mostly because Sonic is well, Sonic along with his friends that all go 'Super' at some point or another. I'd be fine with her absorbing some good amount of energy to go a form of 'Zeti Super' if you wanted a battle of some kind to that scale.

5 - I am rusty with the lore of her game but remember mostly what happens and rewatched some things, read a few comics, wikis. I more or less have an idea of what I'm going to do.

Just gonna use the canon design, honestly? Yup, even if Lost World sucked for a lot of it. This is one thing they got right, especially if my friggin' brain worms came back after seeing her and the personality years later in the remake/resurgence. I am very canon compliant in this instance for this character but I have a lot of my own flare as noted below.

Do I want them to die: Hrm, no I don't think it's really needed for the series? Robotnik comes back constantly, so I can't see why she can't. Will I have/get icons: I have them, they were a pain to get. Tag: zeti vained (default, multiverse and canon) - trained z (See Powers Below) Age: An adult but her species doesn't age after reaching maturity. Sex: AMAB Gender: Trans Female, she's the only girl of the Deadly Six and seemingly one of the few 'Females'? Soooo yeah. She's trans. She/he, open to the idea of male wife or otherwise. Race: Zeti (Lizard-Ogre/Like Alien Species with great Variance, but mostly reptilian. They've been noted as 'Demons' or based off of Oni) Sexuality: Anyone that is up to her standards and also willing to absolutely kneel to her. But herself always comes first... right? Personality traits: Self-absorbed. Extreme Perfectionist. Extremely narcissistic, lazy, even if she's considered one of the 'stronger' of the group. While she's rather lazy even still later on? She at least trains enough to go head-to-head with Sonic or one of his friends solo in my own fanon. Cold Hearted. Cruel. Extremely selfish. Indifferent. Is rather serious when capable. Fashion savvy, extremely vain. Flirty even while fighting, likes to talk while fighting. Terrifying temper at times if pushed enough. Sadistic, malicious, likes pain. Vengeful. Sassy. Likes to argue, makes fun of people and be REALLY mean about it. Likes to gossip. Calm, stand-offish. Distant. Extremely Loyal if earned. Might be willing to get close enough to be held if she likes you. Loving isn't her strong-suit, however, but can in her own way. Enjoys food, entertainment, certain machines or even games, though... does cheat using her Zeti powers if she's losing bad enough. Enjoys lounging. Slight disdain towards masculine figures. Bit of a wanderer to chill. Lonely deep down at times. Does enjoy a bit of fun. Likes good insults to people. Tends to like friendly aggression back and bonds that way and can become really handsy, it's a specific thing, however. It's different from pissing her off. If she likes you? She will probably pester you, tease, eat all your food, laze in your house without asking, bother you randomly, look through your things. But she's also down to murder people for you no questions asked, go on adventures even if both of you might die, then also actually try to save you? Mostly because you're 'hers' at that point, regardless of relationship, even if not enslaved to her. Granted, expect to massage that ego every step of the way. Mental traits: That of a Zeti. A rather alien mindset, albeit is somewhat relatable though brutal. Physical traits: 3'5 canonically. Has no form of breasts and her 'clothes' is actually just her body, apparently. I'm just as surprised as you are, but that's apparently her skin/scales. Her scales are tough but extremely smooth. Her 'hair' is actually that of feathery down rather than actual hair, it's incredibly fluffy if touched, but if torn or ripped? The fibers penetrate the skin, hide and clog up even machines and then her hair quickly grows back near instantly, but also does piss her off as well. Powers: Most of this is canon powers and then flavoring her in-game specific powers with more illustration, with the exception of 'trained z'. Then going off her wiki as well.

1. Zeti Innate Anatomy and Powers: All Zeti's have the following abilities: Magnetism Manipulation, such as manipulating robots, electronics and so on, taking control of them with ease. Enhanced Durability, Speed, Strength, Jump. Flight. Then a unique form of energy projection for each Zeti. Then just certain sub-powers depending on what it is. (If your character is a robot, machine 2. Zeena's form of energy manipulation: Despite her size? She has extreme physical strength, much more than one would expect, along with speed and dexterity. Using large metal balls much bigger than herself attached to green tethers to rock, roll and move at extreme speeds. These green energy tethers can be manipulated, controlled and absorb energy or latch onto objects, people to use as a weapon, smash, or even energy-whip people.

3. Zeena's minor unique powers: the ability to move through ice, snow and water as if simply flowing through it even if not fracturing ice for example. Assuming she does not need to breathe for this. Then the ability to move at extreme speeds though I believe Sonic is faster but she can keep up with him, mostly from what I'm basing on her being able to plant bombs in an area in a matter of seconds.

4. Weaponry Use: she will use bombs, traps and other things, it seems in canon in other instances such as the comics. Though they're not her main form of attacking if a sudden fight breaks out. Then those claws aren't just for show, granted, she hates using them on anything other than flesh or hide due to not wanting to scratch them to ruin her 'nail-job'.

Trained Z: this is specifically if she trains being able to keep up and even go head to head with Sonic or Sonic-Level Enemies after the events of Lost Worlds if by herself. 5. Enhanced Energy Manipulation: Zeena using a combo of her deceptive strength then energy tethers and metal balls? Will form a flail of sorts that consists of two to four of them and manipulates their spatial trajectory, then using them to slam, smash while also retaining her speeds and swinging them around. Then also using her innate abilities to have the tethers shoot out, link and form something like that of a web from the balls, then the balls capable of linking to surfaces, moving, and detaching. She can also choose to have them all separate in general, slamming to have them shoot like that of a cannon in great force in all directions while controlling their movement. Then usually, she keeps her other hand free to control the tethers, manipulate them and also latch and whip people to ensnare them or beat them down. In other words, to sum it up: a tether flail that can be used to make a green energy battlefield to whip, trap and brutalize her opponents through actual torture and precise brutality. Then the metal/hard-material balls acting as the flail heads or actual she will pin-ball you to death. Motivations: Chill. Eat Good Things. Have Fun. See the next day. Laze about. Be perfect in every way. Maybe be held. Backstory: The wiki's backstory and then anything else? Well, you'll just have to get her to tell you herself.

#zeti vained #trained z #bios #bios save

[thechaosmuses]

Hey, Hi, Hello! Below the cut is a list of rules and friendly reminders that is universal across all my blogs. Read them before interacting with me, please and thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to any of the canon characters portrayed, any of the face claims used or the gifs/icons I use unless stated otherwise, I get them all from various places (usually Pinterest).

One of the most important rules; this is an 18+ ONLY blog, no minors allowed. Most interactions will be SFW, but others might not. And NSFW is not just limited to suggestive themes, it also includes violence, blood, alcohol, drugs, etc. If you are sensitive to any of that, this probably isn’t the blog for you. (Also, if you don’t tell me your age or it’s not somewhere on your blog (bio, pinned post, rules, about, etc) I will not follow you back)   2. Second most important rule; I do not tolerate racism, homophobia, transphobia, or bullying of any kind. If I see it I will report and block you.  3. I’m down for both SFW and NSFW interactions. However, all interactions will be treated as SFW unless you specify or message me otherwise. NSFW replies will be put under a cut; but I don’t expect the same from you. If our muses have never interacted, I prefer not to jump straight into NSFW interactions so please keep that in mind. (NSFW Hard-No’s: Incest, Pedophilia, anything to do with Scat/Urine, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Feet.)  4. Unless it is something you've been mentioned in, do not reblog it from me, reblog it from the source. The only exception to this is if it’s some kind of reblog game or if the source is no longer active to reblog things from. 

5. If I notice that you are only following or interacting with only one gender of my muses (usually it’s the males) then I will slow my interactions with you. I understand that people have certain characters they love and certain preferences but it can be very discouraging for me, and my muses, when only one gender is getting all the attention. It's obviously a different story if you are only interacting with a single muse.  6. This goes with the previous one; please at least try and interact with at least some of my OC’s- again it can be very discouraging for me and my muses when only the canon ones are getting the attention.  7. Please do not ask me to rp a character that I don’t have listed or anyone from a fandom that I don’t have listed unless I have posted that I am taking suggestions. The characters I have are the ones that I play and that’s it. If I don’t have a certain character there’s usually a reason for it. And if I don’t have a fandom listed it’s probably because I don’t know much about it or haven’t seen the movie/show/etc.  These next few aren’t really rules but… 8. I’m totally down with shipping but a heads up is always appreciated! And if my muse isn’t feeling a ship I will let you know; it’s nothing personal, sometimes it just happens. Also, do not disregard any of my muses sexualities, most of them are bi/pan but some are not.  9. I’m open to talking to anyone! You can be a canon character, an OC, or just a regular person. Or any of the in between, it doesn’t matter to me. My one and only exception to this is anyone with an animated/cartoon only muse, if you have a human face claim I’m okay with it though. 10. I’m down for all the threads! So don’t be afraid to start more than one thread at a time with me. I also don’t have a preference on reply length- just as long as we can keep the thread moving along, I am perfectly content. 11. Along with that, I don’t mind rewriting anything! If you don’t like something or it makes you uncomfy, please don’t be afraid to message me and let me know. I will never be upset at someone for wanting me to redo something.  12. I also will never be upset if you tag me anything! Whether it’s something that reminds you of one of my muses or our muse’s relationship or something you made, I absolutely adore it!

And lastly just a few friendly reminders…

There is a real person with a real life behind this blog so response times will vary, but I promise I will get to everyone eventually! I save most replies to my drafts but sometimes I will forget one or two so if you see me replying to things and I haven’t responded to yours just shoot me a message!

You do not have to match my reply length- or even my format, just rp however you feel most comfortable and I’ll do the same- And please if you ever have any issues (too long, something in them, etc) with my starters, answers, etc please don’t be afraid to just shoot me a message and tell me what it is you don’t like and I’ll be happy to fix it! 

I’m an extremely friendly person despite my extreme social anxiety and horrible social skills and I’m always looking to make new friends. Just send me an ask, meme, like any of my starter calls or reply to one of my open starters! Also, my messages on here are always open and you are more than welcome to ask for my Discord, it’s normally easier to reach me on there, and I rp on there as well.

#[the chaos muses;] #[rules & friendly reminders] #[the rules] #[please read before interacting]

[kaedeakeshisworld]

What I write

Ao3 

Multifandom

My blog is not spoiler free

Black people centric content

Writing is cathartic for me just as much reading is. I consume and produce problematic shit. The lot of you harassing people online over fictional content are nowhere to be found when dreadful things occur in real life. Don't be a bitch. Just block things you don't like, mmmkay!

I like to broaden what I write about so this suggests a diversity of content such as omegaverse( bl or gl depends on what I have recently read), fem dom (in my drafts really- can be the reader or the character depends on my mood honestly), poly, male dom, orgies( even though I feel like that goes hand in hand with poly, idk) and lastly Original characters x character from x fandom ( this excites me a lot yay!!).

 As the bio indicates dark content I create it and interact with it! Do not go further if you are not comfortable you were warned!

Gender neutral might appear too

I won't entertain a single soul about shit I write. Whether the character in question is aged up or not. Just block me and move tf on. I ain't got time for this.

I am not against ageing up characters so if this is a no no for you whatever may be your opinion on the topic: use the darn block button and move on. Don't come quarrel on my blog like 🙃 I don't have time nor energy for that.

I tend to explore most kinks. (List might appear or not I'll see...) I'll add warnings/tags for each of these so curate your media comsumption ie filter them accordingly. Last thing I'm trying to deal with is childish folks 🙄 that think it is absolutely okay in this day and age to go anon and drop heinous or problematic discourse 😮‍💨. You have all the rights in the world I think to express your opinion on something that bothers you as long as you do not reason by analogy that's outdated, stop it!But you taking time out of your day to eventually ruin someone else's: that's some attention seeking behaviour right there 😑 that I will simply not provide you with. Grow up and go elsewhere I don't have patience 🥱 for such thing.

Most recurrent themes/kinks you are likely to see: Authority kink, Possessive lover, Breeding, Manipulation, Age Gap, Water sports, Babytrapping, dubious consent, CNC, Orgasm denial/ Edging, Breathplay, BDSM, Nipple play/torture, Blindfold, Queening, Choking, Overstimulation, Manhandling, Size kink, Degradation, Praise, D/S and/or S/M dynamics, Mommy/ Daddy kink, Food Play, Spanking and last but certainly not least Tribbing(list is likely to expand in the near future).

I will most certainly write taboo topics(I suggest you look into Media Content I consumed/devour before doing anything, no awful surprises granted- pay attention to the anime/author section of the post thank you ✨) so if it makes you uncomfortable, block away! To write is to explore new means of wording, find something suitable for your taste and eyesight.

CS: creator's statement

Fic stages

1/4: skeleton down/ main ideas are written

2/4: most of the plot is there

3/4: fine tuning/rewriting/check spelling mistakes and formatting

4/4: Done

What I do not write

Anything that goes along these lines: scat, vomit, ethnicity play, eating disorders, self harm and male reader insert.

#what I do and do not do #black writer #black author #navigation post

[chickie-empress-kie]

Post your top 6 biases to see what's your type.

Tagged by @chrxsify so fanks a lot mayte. :3

Breathes.

I'm an OTsimp in almost every case. So instead of posting biases, I'm gonna pull a funky and post the person who caught my eye first in the group. (If you asked me a couple of months back, I'd prolly say this person was my bias, but now it's an impossible decision. Forgive me -_-)

Okay, so it's pretty obvious I went over the 6 limit, but I think it's important to the narrative so let me have this.

coughs

Felix and Hyunjin (Stray Kids) - Thunderous Felix and Hyunjin. Yes, it was that tiktok. Brownie boi's dumptruck ass dragged me into the Kpop rabbit hole

Yeonjun and Beomgyu (TxT) - Blue Hour Yeonjun and Beomgyu. It's the eternal war for me.

Ni-Ki (Enhypen) - Dimension Dilemma era Riki. Imagine my horror when I found out the boy I was simping about is literally younger than me. *Has war flashbacks to high school*

Jooyeon (Xdinary Heroes) - Happy death day Jooyeon. He gives me Hwang siblings vibes but he's sho cute in his own right. My baaaaby. UwU

Ryujin (Itzy) - Wannabe Ryujin. Periodt. Also Yeji, but Ryujin was the first person I noticed.

Dami (Dreamcatcher) - Boca Dami. I remember going absolutely CRAZY over her blue hair era X)

Wooyoung (Ateez) - Kingdom era Wooyoung. Never gonna get over that.

V (BTS) - Butter Taehyung. Idk why but I absolutely LOVED his fried noodle perm. But this was a hard choice actually, cuz I knew this guy for YEARS and I have ZERO idea which one of his looks to pick. I just went for the one that stuck with me the most.

Lalisa (Blackpink) - Pretty Savage Lisa. My goddess, my queen and everything in between.

So, after thorough analysis of the people that caught my eye first from my ults, I have come to the conclusion that I am, in fact, a simp.

.....

Nah, I already knew that lol.

My type is tall, sassy but soft, angular features but squishyyyyy, overgrown babies who deserve all the hugs in the world and last but absolutely NOT the least...........Nape-length hair, plus points if its curly. Yep. That's it. That's the whole post.

Dudes with long hair? Yes. Gals with short hair? Yes.

I ain't kidding when I say that it was their hair I noticed first. Cuz....ya know, yer chickie empress is an absolute SLAVE for hair.

Basically, my type is curly nape-length hair. Gender isn't a necessary factor.

I have no idea whom to tag. But uh- @quokki @suengwoo @jinniebit no pressure tho :|

Wow, I gotta make more kpop tumblr friends.

#stray kids #itzy #txt #enhypen #dreamcatcher #ateez #bts #blackpink #xdinary heroes #KAYPAWP in the house

[majesticmagics]

Okay so!!!! First of all dhjejw sorrry this took me forever it is so incredibly sweet of you to ask about the rp but thinking about it I wasn't sure where to start or what to hear!! But Im so excited to tell youa about it!!!!!

The rp is set about a year into the future from the recent graduation story on JP with a few OCs thrown in (one of which we got really attached to and she alone is upholding our quota of female representation, bless her soul <3). We generally speaking try to not make it explicitly contradict camon but we definitely go wild at times with what we can get away with without explicitly contradicting it. While I usually am more (oftentimes way too) serious in rp this one really balances seriousness and absolute crack and it's incredibly refreshing not having to take myself and the characters too seriously in it because it gives us the chance to develop them freely and without questioning the quality of everything, or at least that helps for me. We're also both getting into the fandom as we are writing it which has led on one hand to some hilarious moments in which we somehow absolutely predicted canon, but also to desperate moments of fumbling trying to explain why some things we established are canon when they are hard to combine with the source material (so far we have always been successful but let's see what the future holds). We don't take it too seriously (which again, rare for me so it's a true blessing) which has led to a few personal highlights I can tell you about djsks

-Kaoru cannot. cannot. notice when someone is gay. he'll misinterpret every hint and be absolutely shocked (not in the homophobic way, just in the very naive "what?? I had no idea!!) way when anyone around him is anything other than straight. Which is about everyone so he's truly in for a ride

-Koga gets rabies regularly without it affecting his brain in the way that usually makes people die (very vague, I know, my friend could peonably write you a thesis on it because they researched it, I could try too but Im not sure how inter3sted you are in the effect and treatment of rabies right now) and he accidentally gave it to his kindergarten girlfriend's dog

-whenever Eichi shows up he monologues for the duration about 3k+ words. My friend is responsible for these monologues. They have never read a single piece of actual Eichi dialogue/monologue. I have. Somehow, their monologues are SPOT ON

-Keito made a friend's parents eat sand in a frightening demonstration of his often forgotten theater kid self

-ibara always looms in the background having cameras everywhere and always watching in the worst moments. Sometimes we do something with it, sometimes we don't, but ever so often the view just pans to ibara cackling over some emabrrassing exchange or private information usable for blackmail he witnessed. He also wants to establish Eden as "the queer unit" on the international market as a marketing ploy to set them apart from other units, so Nagisa now had an ibara-assigned gender and sexuality. Ibara gets mad from a marketing perspective whenever members from other units come out

There are so many more things, these were just the first that came to mind, but i've probably been saying more than enough honestly, and it's also a little scary to share all that publically in an ask and not just in tags djsksks

I also want to add that I'd be more than happy to rp with you! I dont know where you usually do that but if you're still up I'll maybe just message you if that's alright and we can talk about it from there?

Anyway if you sat through all that thank you, it was probably very convoluted

Also, yuzuru is death and just waiting around to take eichi <3 (we have no justification for this one)

YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THE YUZURU BEING DEATH WAITING AROUND TO TAKE EICHI ON ME THEN DIP WHAT THE FUCK I LOVE THAT?????? THAT'S COOL AS FUCK??????

ok lemme address this in order uhhh

oh i LOVE balancing seriousness with crack it's so fun. predicting canon sounds hilarious i love this.

i love the mental image you've given me of kaoru being like "i love being an idol in ES everyone's such close good friends :)" and in the background there's two people practically making out on the couch.

I WASN'T VERY INTERESTED IN THE EFFECT AND TREATMENT OF RABIES BEFORE BUT NOW I'M INVESTED???? WHAT

i need to read the eichi monologues those sound fucking incredible.

begging for an explanation about keito making a friend's parents eating sand. like i'm fairly aware of keito being a theatre kid (generally instead of brain there is dramatica. i think about them very often) but???? hello????

i feel like that first part about ibara is just canon anyway for the most part tbh. anyway i REALLY wanna know what nagisa's ibara-assigned gender and sexuality is. anyway, most canon compliant ibara so true bestie.

i'd also be down to rp w/ you!!! i usually rp over discord, but recently my friends tried to get me into parp before it crashed and burned horribly so i'm sorta in-between mediums rn. i've been writing little ficlets in my google drive to help sate the urge to write. feel free to message me at any time! my tumblr dms should be open, but also my discord is pyroselkie#4130