#i couldn't NOT write something

[starrystevie]

18+ | explicit sex & smoking | read here on ao3

it's 1996 when steve's world gets turned upside down again.

or, well, technically it's a few minutes into '97 when everything changes. he's at a new years party that his ex timothy is hosting and everyone is still hooting and hollering as they ring it in, pressing sloppy kisses to cheeks and lips with arms hooked around necks.

steve doesn't get kissed. not because people aren't eyeing him with a smirk and mischief and open arms of their own. no, he doesn't let himself get kissed because something feels... off about the night. the energy is weird, buzzing through his skin like electricity, keeping him on edge in a way he hasn't been since he left hawkins for boston in the fist place.

it isn't long until he figures out why.

timmy is walking up to him with his hands on some guy's shoulders, pushing him backwards with a wide smile like he's trying to convince him of something. the guy is about his height, short cropped dark hair and a leather jacket, the sight of his back alone getting steve excited. timmy always did know his type to a t.

"hey!" timmy yells over the music as he catches steve's eye. "got someone for you to meet."

once the guy turns around, the smiles on both steve and the mystery guy's faces fall before their minds catch up with them and plaster them back together. even with the short cropped hair, even with the piercing in his eyebrow, even with the stubble spreading over his defined jaw, steve would know that face, that heartbeat, anywhere.

"steve, i wanted to introduce you to someone. jamie, this is steve, you know... the guy i was telling you about?"

timmy's trying to be helpful, not even attempting to be subtle as he pushes the two closer together with a wide grin. steve's going on autopilot, reaching out a hand to grab the one outstretched towards him, but his brain is going a million miles a minute.

"nice to meet you, steve," eddie, or... jamie, says, palm pressed tightly against his own.

steve can't say anything, focusing too much on the warmth on his palm and the way his deep voice shakes through him like thunder and the way he feels like he's 19 again with a stuttering heart.

"what are-" he starts.

eddie shakes his head and tugs on steve's hand. "not here. come on."

they end up in a secluded corner, close enough that steve can smell smoke and leather polish and the sharp bite of his cologne. close enough that he can see the lines starting to appear on the corners of eddie's eyes, the stray grey hairs popping up in his beard, the questions swirling behind his eyes.

"eddie."

"jamie," is all he says back, not even bothering to look away from steve's eyes. "it's jamie now."

they both sigh like they don't know where to start because they don't. steve grapples with all the questions in his mind before settling on one. the one that tore through him late at night. the one that stayed on the tip of his tongue anytime he heard a van backfire or metallica.

"where did you go?" he knows it sounds like an accusation because it is. he doesn't let himself feel bad when eddie (jamie) flinches.

"feds," he replies easily, sneaking a cigarette out of his pocket and putting it between his lips. he tilts his head back to light it away from steve's face, blowing smoke up towards the ceiling. "once i got better, they scooped me up and brought me to boston. new name, new hairstyle, new life. at least they let me choose my name so i didn't get stuck with some thing awful."

steve snorts. "so you ended up with 'jamie' how?"

"middle name's james. it just made sense." he says it with a shrug and puffs at his cigarette again.

they look at each other for a moment. steve watches his tongue flit out of his mouth to wet his lips, watches the overhead lights glint off the metal of a surprise tongue piercing, watches his throat swallow around nothing but spit.

he can see, feel, eddie doing the same. he hams it up, pulls his lip between his teeth and makes it a show, looks back up at eddie from under his lashes. takes in a deep breath when eddie inches closer to him until their hips are bumping and steve plucks the cigarette out of his lips for a puff of his own.

he's 19 again, in love or like or lust with a boy in a leather jacket that has the world against him. he's 19 again, working a hand over himself to thoughts of his crush who up and vanished without so much as a goodbye. he's 19 again, crying after he comes, wishing he could go back in time before he met curly hair and a battle vest.

"so how do you know tim?" eddie whispers like he has to be quiet even though the part is loud and no one could hear them if they tried.

"how do you know him?" steve asks back, blowing out smoke and putting the cigarette back between eddie's barely spread lips.

his eyes flick down to look at steve's still pursed lips from when he angled the smoke over his shoulder. "we used to fuck, once upon a time when i first got to boston."

steve hums like it's the answer he expected and maybe it is. "same here. dated for about a year."

eddies eyes grow wide and his hip bumps into steve's like it's a question in and of itself and maybe it is. "didn't know you swing that way, harrington."

"well, you don't really know anything about me then, do you? didn't back then either, munson."

his eyes goes even wider, something like fear and shame and comfort and hope swimming in them. "leonard. it's leonard now."

steve hums again, says 'jamie leonard' like he's feeling it out on his tongue. tasting it between his teeth. teaching his mouth how to form the words instead of what he really wants to say like 'eddie' or 'munson' or 'i'm still somehow in love with you no matter your name'.

"jamie leonard," he says again, breath hitting eddie's lips. he shivers when he sees his lips part a bit more like he wants to swallow the sound and air that steve gives him. "we have a lot to catch up on, don't we?"

steve's apartment isn't all that big, isn't exactly small either but it has everything he could possibly need. he has a living room that looks out over the harbor and a kitchen with all new appliances and eddie munson naked in his bedroom. you know, the essentials.

their clothes are all over the floor, eddie's motorcycle helmet flung somewhere in the vague direction of the armchair in the corner but the smack it makes when it hits the wall makes steve think there's probably a hole in the drywall.

but eddie's sucking on his cock, hands wrapped around his thighs as he takes him even deeper, eyes flicking up to meet steve's, beard scratchy as it rubs against his sensitive skin. he's never been blown by someone with a tongue piercing but he doesn't think he can ever go back now.

the last thing on his mind is wondering if there's a hole in the goddamn wall.

"oh fuck, yeah there you go. feels so goddamn good," steve breathes out as he feels the back of eddie's throat on his cockhead. he tangles a hand as best he can in his short dark hair to try and coax him even deeper. eddie hums at either the praise or the tug on his hair or the way it feels as he works his tongue over steve's cock and it makes him jolt unexpectedly.

if he could go back in time and tell his 19 year old self that eddie was alive, that he was okay and breathing and learning how to suck cock like a goddamn professional, he'd do it in a heartbeat. save himself a few years of pining and fly straight out to boston to see it for himself. he's sure robin would have preferred to not have to listen to his whining everyday about brown eyes and dark curls.

eddie brings a hand to cup his balls, finger teasingly pressing into steve's taint, bobbing his head eagerly like he wants him to come in his mouth, but steve has other plans. he tugs eddie off of his cock quickly, lines of thick spit falling between them and sticking to his chin before crowding him up against the pillows.

steve kisses like he's dying and eddie is survival. he kisses him like he is drowning and eddie is the shore that he's clawing his way towards. he kisses him like 19 year old steve could only dream about.

soon enough, steve's sliding into him with a groan that he lets eddie swallow from him. the headboard knocks heavily into the wall a few times making even more possible holes, but all steve can focus on is the heat around him, the way eddie's whines bounce off the walls of his too empty bedroom and cover him like a blanket.

he likes fucking this way. he likes being able to watch as someone's face contorts into pleasure, like to see eyes rolling back and mouths dropping open and sweat beading around their hairline. likes seeing eddie fall apart.

"steve, oh my god," eddie's voice is still deeper than he's used to as he moans so he angles his hips up more to hear it again, the low timbre snaking through his veins and leaving fire in its wake. "don't stop."

"i won't," he groans into eddie's open mouth. "wanted this for so long, for fucking 11 years, not giving you up yet."

it's a bit more open than steve normally is when he first fucks someone but this isn't just someone. this isn't fucking a stranger he picked up in a bar that had almost the right shade of brown eyes and patches on his jacket that are almost the right shape. this is eddie. his eddie. or well... jamie.

"fuck, i'm gonna date you so fucking hard, harrington. yeah, right there keep going, shit-"

he's babbling as steve works his hips faster, tangling their free hands together to press above their heads on a pillow, and it's everything steve could have asked for. hearing his name fall from the lips he's dreamed about for years, sharing the same air as they breath into one another.

he thought he was over it, thought he had moved on at least a little bit from a halfway stranger he knew in his teens, but with the way they're both looking straight into each other's eyes begging each other to see them, he thinks they might both be back in 1986.

"what do-" steve cuts himself off as he whimpers, close, so close to the finish line. "what do you want me to call you? is it jamie or-"

he's shaking his head on the pillow, leaning up to bite at steve's lips and pull it between his teeth. he looks serious and certain when he says, "no, that name's not for you, it's... i need-"

steve brings his hand down to work over his cock and revel in the way his eyes roll back until he can only see white. he hits something that makes his eyes fly back open and he gets to see his favorite shade of brown again.

"eddie," he whispers. leaning down quickly, steve presses a kiss to his ear before whispering his favorite name there too. "eddie, baby, come on. let me... come on, eddie."

it feels silly to be chanting a name of a ghost as intensely as he is. but he can see it crawl over eddie like it's bringing him back to life. like he isn't bones on the ground in an alternate dimension. like he isn't a plain headstone in a graveyard next to a forgotten trailer park. like he isn't playing pretend with a fake name and a fake life.

steve says eddie and it brings him home.

afterwards, they lay together in steve's probably too soft bed, tears drying on both of their cheeks as they catch up. as they tell each other secrets that their younger selves could never dare. as the piece together the lives they have and the lives they want to have and slot each other into the mix.

steve has a hand in eddie's hair, eddie has one trailing over steve's arm that's slung over his chest. he's always been a fan of cuddling after sex.

"y'know," eddie mutters, "tim's been trying to get me to meet his hot teacher friend for months now."

steve hums, presses a kiss to his temple. "and he's been trying to get me to meet his hot motorcycle tech for months, too."

there are a few holes in the walls from the headboard and eddie's helmet, but steve thinks that they can patch those up, too.

he's still jamie leonard to the outside world. he's still a guy who doesn't have much family other than a mysterious uncle in indiana and doesn't have many friends other than ex boyfriends. he still introduces himself with a handshake and says a fake name like it's real.

but when he gets home, when he crawls onto a couch that overlooks the harbor and has arms wrapped around him, he gets to be eddie munson once more. and with the ghost of a man in his arms, steve harrington feels more like himself than he ever thought he would.

#this was going to be something entirely different but i couldn't stop myself so.... here u go #steddie #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie smut #unedited so pls ignore any typos teehee

[zhxngii]

⎯⎯ 𒁍 Zhongli the elder Dragon who is calm and composed, never acts out rashly compared to the younger, Neuvillette, who's a little too greedy for his own good. With you being their mate, how can Neuvillette not be a little greedy from time to time? The way you tasted on his tongue was just wonderful to him, he simply just could not get enough of it as you grind yourself on his tongue.

Neuvillette was a noisy one, he was a slight bit embarrassed by his actions as he was clearly so turned on by the situation. That aching tent in his pants as he laps up at your heat, paying extra attention to your sensitive bud...drinking in every little moan and gasp from you. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Zhongli there watching you two with his cock in hand.

Zhongli was indeed enjoying the sight of the both of you, so needy so desperate for pleasure and release, he almost couldn't control himself so that's when he decided to have his turn with you... but Neuv wouldn't give you up that easily would he? With how pent-up he is, he's never really satisfied after such small sessions.

Neuvillette may have not wanted to admit it but when it came to you, he was a bit selfish, wanting you for himself just a bit longer than Zhongli allowed. He immediately apologizes for his behavior to Zhongli, but it wasn't always so easy to get out of a punishment from the elder.

Neuv whines quietly, embarrassment rising in him as he watches you and Zhongli with rosy cheeks. The light vibrations around his cock made him shiver in place as he stayed on his knees with his hands bound behind his back. Oh, how badly he wanted to reach out and touch you just as Zhongli did... his pointy flushed ears perking up at every little noise you made, eyes widening as he watched you climax on Zhongli's tongue once more.

#✯✩´﹒🥛、z's thirsty﹒₊ #I wanted to write about them both... #bc sisterwives server and i couldn't stop thinking about it so i wrote something short #genshin thirst #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette smut

[pokimoko]

haunting the narrative -> haunted by the narrative -> haunting the narrative -> haunted by

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #fan art #fanart #art #digital art #my art #just a lil something something i did for fun #adventure time has always been the show that makes me want to draw (i have SO many AT drawings from 2015 it's ridiculous) #but now I'm coming back to that ye olde passion with new digital art skills and many more evil tragic thoughts (thank you fionna and cake🙏) #i couldn't get the thought about them haunting and be haunted by the narrative out of my head so I had to make some art for it #the caption for this was almost: so who wears the haunted by the narrative in the relationship? #they take turns of course because damn these guys really do be having that tragic romance huh. hot potato cursed existence #never quite on the same wavelength. always out of reach. their love the very thing that dooms them to be apart. a love defined by absences #like two ships in the night passing each other by. except they keep trying to seek the other out. and so end up going in circles #the tragic dance of madness and sadness. lead on and i shall follow. ....so anyway...these two amiright? #/might/ have to write something at some point...maybe... #because like... ghosts are my thing. and these two...well. even when they aren't haunting the narrative they are still ghosts #never let themselves live in the present and okay I'm going to stop now. enjoy the art byeeeee #...AND they'll never be at peace because they'll always be reaching for a version of each other that no longer exists and— #(i am dragged kicking and screaming from the room before i can devolve into a full blown meta)

[callisteios]

I have a new uquiz for you, go on a pilgrimage with me. discover who you are.

#don't you want to go on a nice medieval pilgrimage? #don't you want to rest a little? answer some questions? learn something about yourself? #this was originally a pentiment medieval quiz and now it's this #it's pretty good imo though. i had a lot of fun researching it #yes there really is a biblio. ill write it up soon but its parts of the pentiment biblio plus some stuff i found myself #really thank you to everyone who made pentiment. you know how sometimes you find a piece of art at exactly the right time? #well i discovered pentiment just as my interests perfectly intersected with it. (those interests being history historiography and grief) #have fun etc. tag your results #that's always great #quiz #uquiz #pentiment #medieval #mine #sorry for being absent for a bit. holidays kind of suck #sorry abbie i couldnt fit the saw bathroom in thisone. i couldn't think of a way to do it naturally #i listened to SAVED! and SINNER GET READY the entire time i was writing this so yeah there's a ref. sue me

[ohmytyong]

nsfw! / inspired by mark's golden hour

"you taste so sweet for me, baby" your boyfriend!mark mumbled with a raspy voice against your exposed core, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive clit as he dragged his tongue along your folds, sending shivers of pleasure in your entire body.

mark woke up extremely needy this morning. you had barely prepared breakfast and he couldn't keep his hands off you. that's how you ended up sitting on top of your kitchen counter, with mark's head right between your thighs, his hands holding your legs apart as he hungrily licked and sucked on your pussy.

you left out a breathy moan in an attempt to speak properly. "baby, let's have breakfast, the eggs are gonna get cold" you managed to say in a broken voice. "but i'm eating breakfast right now" mark mumbled again with his mouth still attached to your core.

he clearly knew the effect that this has on you, as you tried to find something, anything to hold on to as mark suddenly sucked on your most sensitive spot, your fingers gripping his hair with violence which made him hiss in pleasure.

"you're freaky aren't you, pretty girl?" mark groaned and slid two fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot with ease, eventually getting to you to your second climax of the day. and it was only breakfast time.

#happy 200 followers!! #i couldn't leave golden hour mark without writing something about him #nct mark #mark smut #nct smut #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct fic #nct timestamps #nct imagines #mark x reader #mark lee #nct 127 #nct dream

[ohworm-writes]

Just thinking about veteran and or retired neighbor Price right now *sighs dreamily while twirling my hair*

Like, okay - imagine having a house next door to Price situated in a small, cozy village up somewhere in Northern England, surrounded by nothing but green, grassy plains and dense forests with a stream that runs through the small village. I see him living somewhere cozy... quiet. Away from the loud, noisy environments that he'd been so used to, finding somewhere calm to settle down.

I see him having a pet. Maybe a lazy dog or a farm cat, something that'll follow him around and take a nap with him after a long day, either laid across his body or beside him. But, at the same time, maybe he'd like a pet that has a bit of energy - you can take a man out of the military, but you can't take the military out of a man. He still has so many traits and habits he's picked up from the military, and if you know anything about older, retired men, it's that they always need something to do and busy themselves with.

RANDOM THOUGHT but I feel like he wouldn't retire unless Laswell grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced him out of the military, likely for his own good. If it were up to him, he'd stay in the fight until he died, so I'd think that him getting close to it was what pushed for the decision to be made for him to retire - maybe he was injured to an extent that it wouldn't be smart for him to keep going or something of the like - I could totally see him with an amputation of sorts (like, twinning with Alex lol).

I think he'd like to keep to himself for as much as he could. I don't see him as one of those super friendly, "oh, let me help you with that" type of neighbors unless the situation is right, or, rather, unless he's called upon for help. Like, he's grumpy and stoic, but only until somebody comes to him asking "hey, sorry to bother, but can you help me with something" and he'd soften up - begrudgingly, it seems, but, really, he's happy to offer some assistance. It makes him feel useful.

God, imagine moving in next door to him and struggling to unload your car of all the boxes and things that are haphazardly packed inside of it, and him walking out of his house, seeing the way that you're struggling, and letting out a heavy sigh - just like "welp, suppose I know how I'm spendin' my mornin' now" and coming over to offer his assistance, a little awkward at first, but that quickly melts away as he settles into comfortable conversation with you.

*slamming fist against the table repetitively* BRINGING HIM FOOD OR TREATS AS A MEANS OF THANKING HIM FOR HIS HELP! A little reusable container held between your hands, to your chest, walking over to his place and knocking on the door, outstretching it towards him and being like "thank you - for your help... I wanted to show my appreciation, you know? so, I made you this" and giving the container to him.

AND WHO IS HE TO SAY NO??? (He tries, believe me, but that sweet, eager look on your face, wordlessly begging for him to take it... he can't deny you). AND HIM RETURNING TO YOUR PLACE A FEW DAYS LATER WITH THE CONTAINER IN HAND, BEING ALL GREATFUL AND STUFF. God, someone let him be real, pleaseee.

Becoming comfortable neighbors with him, spending rainy afternoons over at his house, or, in contrast, him at yours, sat on the front porch with a cup of tea or coffee or hot chocolate in hand, gossiping about some of the neighbors that live within the houses along the street, the both of you sharing your own life stories here and there, him divulging about his time in the military without shame.

Okay, I know a lot of people like to think that he wouldn't ever share or talk about it, but I can't see that. It's not like he's ashamed of his time - he's proud of the work he did, if anything, and it's all behind him now, so why should he be shy to share about the things he did? Of course, I don't think he'd go into gruesome detail about it or share about everything he's seen, but he'd totally be like "yeah, I've been all over the world - did a few OPs in X, Y and Z countries, took down terrorists, et cetera" and answer any questions with pride.

Him totally being The Man™ who you can go to if you need help with anything. Need help with a leaky sink? Give him a few minutes and he'll be over with a toolbox. Want to do an oil change on your car but have no clue where to start? Don't worry, he's got an oil pan, jack and a few rags around somewhere, he's sure - he'll be over in a few. Want some simple, good ol' company? He's outside the door already.

He'd be more than happy to give you a tour of the village if you ask, pointing out which neighbors to trust and which to be wary of, telling you about his favorite pub that's posed all the way on the far side of the town, but he promises you that the food, drinks and atmosphere are like nothing else. Walking with you down the stone pathways, footsteps clacking against them, taking in the sights with you and answering every question you may have, or, simply settling into a comfortable silence with you. At peace. Comfortable.

I'm so *laying on my bed on my stomach and kicking my feet slowly in the air behind me* I need him.

#I tried to hold myself back on the world building aspect because only the gods know how crazy I was about to go #I couldn't hold myself back fully but I tried please believe me #Toying with the dog tags I bought that are for him that I bought while I write this *sigh* #I should make this into something #I really should #(Send me asks and requests if you're interested? Maybe? Fuel my thoughts? Please?) #price x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader

[asukaskerian]

silliest svsss x daemon AU

SQQ: so it turns out. the reason! noboday said jack shit! about my daemon not being the original goods's daemon was, ONCE AGAIN, your flawless clusterfuck of a worldbuilding!!

SQH: isn't it good that nobody said a thing when shen jiu's huli jing became the fattest lap cat in the world? like, you're welcome, broseph.

SQQ: D:< it is not.

SQH: no but you don't see my vision here, cultivators are supposed to cultivate AGAINST THE HEAVENS i.e. their own normal boring pedestrian destiny, so the "yeah you settle into who you are age twelve and never change again" thing is just, pshh, pass, and you kept bitching about bottlenecks being supposed to be dangerous, so i made them dangerous!

SQQ: FIRST OF ALL

SQH: yes? :3

SQQ: first of all, you duck-dicked plagiristic fuck, don't pretend i can't tell you gave them pokemon evolutions.

#yeah i couldn't decide on a daemon #SY's will probably go from housecat to something more mythological #but not before he gets over himself #daemon AU #svsss #silliness #plotbunny #not writing this btw it was just fun to think about

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

#pickle pontificates #they just have a very good and specific flavor #a lot of the stuff I've seen and resonated with the most falls into this category I've noticed #not even like I'm seeking it out it just keeps happening #i like the action and the goofiness you tend to find in shonen stuff #but i think there's something about the way women tend to write characters and emotions that appeals to me personally #not that i think anyone's going to find this that would misinterpret it but obviously it's not like men can't write characters/emotions #that's what i like so much about haikyuu #which was done by a guy as far as anyone knows #and i also love mp100 if you couldn't tell #right now this is about #fma #fmab #tbhk #noragami #but it can be about whatever you want it to and I'm sure it'll be about more stuff for me in the future

[notedgyanymore]

DpxDc

An entire city has appeared out of nowhere, The Justice league goes to the location to investigate, there they notice that the whole area seems to be stuck in the year of 2007 and upon further inspection another strange phenomenon is uncovered.

Some residents of Amity Park appear to be replicas of people who already existed before the city materialized out of thin air, these citizens of Amity Park have the same DNA and look exactly alike to the individuals they seem to be a replica of, especially when compared to the pictures of these people in the year of 2007.

One of the few witnesses to what happened to the city Daniel James Fenton is in a deep coma without any apparent cause, his family, however, is awake, and they are now the biggest clue to the mysteries of Amity Park.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #What happened here? Well that's for to you figure out! #Buuuut if I was the one writing this story it would go something like this: #Danny found out that his universe was dying #he knew that he couldn't save the entire world #But he could try to at least save his city #So he used his ghost king powers to move Amity Park to a more stable universe #The cause of his coma is a crack in his core created out of overexertion.

[bloodofvalyriaarchive]

@emahriel blew me away with this portrait of maeve moonsong, i literally cannot stop staring at it. she looks sooo ethereal aaahhhhhh! 2 weeks until bg3 💜😭

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 fanart #bg3 tav #dungeons & dragons #elf art #high elf #warlock #i couldn't wait to post it i am just #so happy with how it turned out! #😭😭😭 #i was gonna do a blurb of writing for the caption but am too sleepy to come up with something on the fly lol

[cerise-on-top]

How would arm wrestling go with TF141+Alejandro and rudy?? just a random thought i had and you're a great writer keep at it hun :))

Hello! I only write for four characters at a time, so I chose the first four you mentioned! I hope that's alright! But feel free to send the same request in again with Alejandro and Rodolfo, I don't mind :-) And thank you, I appreciate it! I'll keep going for a while! Probably for at least another half year or so ^^

Arm Wrestling with the TF141

Price: He doesn’t have time for something as childish as this, so he’ll likely dismiss you when you ask him to. It’s not that he’s afraid to lose, quite the opposite he’s proud when his soldiers are stronger than him, whether that be physically or mentally. But he’s too busy for something like this, he either has to be in a meeting sometime soon or has an ungodly amount of work to do. You’d need to either rope Soap and or Gaz into this as well for him to actually consider arm wrestling you. Plus the two or three of you need to be very annoying about this as well. If you promise to shut up about it, he’ll allow it and fight you, but not for long. Truth be told: You’d need to be very strong in order to win against him. Out of the TF141, he’s the second strongest and doesn’t relent easily either. He does have some pride as well. Try as you might, without some good amount of muscles you likely won’t win. If you do win he’ll sigh and ask you if you’re finally happy, if you’ll finally leave him alone after this. Do that, you have enough to brag about like this as it is. However, if you lose he’ll give you a look that screams “I told you so”. Despite him knowing that that will only spur you on to do better, to finally beat him, he will give you some advice on how you have a better chance at beating him. After all, he needs his soldiers to be at their best, physically and mentally. He won’t train with you, but if you’re really determined to beat him then you can train with either Soap or Gaz. They’re not as strong as him but it’s better than nothing.

Gaz: Oh, he’s down for any challenge. However, unlike Price, he’ll be a little shit about it if you lose, giving you some sarcastic comments about how strong he is. He doesn’t mean it in a bad way, but he does like the accomplished feeling of beating someone at something many people are better at than you. Gaz isn’t among the physically strongest soldiers out there, but he can use his noggin better than most of them, so it’s not uncommon for him to lose against Soap in an arm wrestling match. It gathers quite a crowd from time to time as well since the two of them can be at it for more than ten minutes at a time. Gaz usually loses, which hurts his pride a bit, but he doesn’t sulk too long about it. So you losing to him feels good to him, but if he goes overboard with his comments he’ll apologize and make it up to you somehow. However, if you do win, then please don’t make too much fun of him, he hates it enough as it is. He’s not mad at you if you do win, he’s far too mature for that sort of thing, but you don’t need to rub salt into the wound. But you can be certain that as soon as you’ve asked him twice for a match that he’ll come to you from time to time and demand a rematch as well. He’s just that eager to finally score another win against one of the soldiers on base. He’ll be annoying, but it’s kind of endearing just how ambitious he is, you gotta give him that. Once he finally does win against you he’ll give you a big smile and shake your hand. If you’ve had many matches before then you can be certain he’ll feel something bittersweet, like a rivalry that just ended. But don’t worry, he’ll continue to challenge you.

Ghost: Doesn’t want to arm wrestle with you, doesn’t care about it either, you can annoy him all you want. Unless you rope Soap into this again, he won’t even consider it. You both need to be very annoying about it, with both of you calling him a chicken for refusing you. Cluck at him as well and he’ll give in eventually. He’s quiet the entire time, the only thing showing he finally accepted your match would be him waiting at the nearest table for you. The two of you would gather quite the crowd, with lots and lots of people coming to watch you. After all, who wouldn’t want to see that? The Ghost potentially getting his ass kicked at an arm wrestling match. Again, you’d need to be exceptionally strong to beat Ghost, he’s the strongest out of the four. If it’s obvious to him that you’re struggling to keep him at bay, he’ll toy a bit with you. Nothing like some harmless fun. He might seemingly give in for a moment, only to take it away from you and then beat you properly. In fact, you could try to get his hand down with both of your hands and you would likely struggle, if you win in the first place. Ghost is a force to be reckoned with. Besides, he likely won’t accept another challenge, so you better make this one count. If you win he’ll be pleasantly surprised, he was confident you wouldn’t. There won’t be anything fancy going on, aside from the cheers from everyone on base and their congratulations. Ghost will congratulate you as well. If you lose then he’ll tell you that he told you so, but won’t take it further than that. Might give you a pat on the shoulder if you did well against him, but that’s about all there is to it.

Soap: I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one to challenge you first, actually. This guy is as competitive as it gets, so there’s a chance he’s challenged everyone on base to at least one arm wrestling match. It’s a friendly and harmless way for him to show others what he’s made of, that they better not push him around, regardless of who they might be. However, he never turns down a request like that, everyone’s beloved sergeant needs to be there for his subordinates. Plus he’s a fun guy as well, who loves a good challenge. He’ll wish you good luck against him with a confident grin. It’s not that easy to beat him either since he is very muscular, but he’s no Ghost when it comes to physical strength, so it likely won’t be impossible to score a win. Harder to beat than Gaz, but easier to beat than Price. But I reckon you should do your best to beat him since he can be quite annoying when he does win. He references the two of you having a match, which he oh so graciously won. He’s a bastard like that, who will make fun of you for a bit. He’s not above rubbing salt into your wound when you’re making yourself out to be more important than you actually are. However, he’s just as annoying when he does lose, always wanting to fight you again and again until you’ve finally lost. He has his pride and he will make a fuss about it as well when he does win. Not above cheating to get what he wants either, so he might invite you for a strong drink afterwards, intoxicate you and then have another match. But he’ll do that exactly once since winning like this doesn’t feel nearly as good to him.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #these aren't romantic in the slightest since I couldn't see something like that being very romantic #it's just some boys being boys and either wanting nothing to do with your nonsense or relenting and letting you have your way #Soap can be quite the dick but he's more inclined to being nice if you've been nice to him first #reader is a soldier in this as well but other than that nothing is specified #been on a Soap roll as of late I've been writing quite a bit about him. but that's okay too sometimes you need to put him in situations #damn I barely played anything this weekend I was genuinely too busy writing it seems :( #I wanted to play viddy games today but now I can't anymore since it's really late already :( #I suppose I'll write up the other request tonight and then I'll leave it at that

[quaranmine]

i think the whole cringe is dead, radical sincerity, depth of genuine emotion, earnest effort, and unironic love thing that tumblr has going on the past few years has transformed my outlook on things and changed me for the better. but it does mean that now the people i know irl will give me strange looks for being too sappy or too poetic or too dedicated or too excited about about something because they're still stuck in their "well i only like this ironically" phase. guess that's their problem tho not mine <3

#like on here i could spontaneously decide to write a poem about life & love & death & the dying peace lily on my parent's porch #and everybody would be like omg love it #or i could write essays analyzing mcrp. or dig up documents from 1910 and 1956 for fanfic research #and everyone is like 🤩 #and in real life there's like a 90% chance anybody would just be like. that's good for you....you're a little weird though..... #or i will say something i was thinking about and people will get all cynic on me or something #SORRY for having a writer's/artist's/photographer's brain i guess and seeing the beauty in the world #idk idk so many people i meet irl are allergic to genuine expressions of emotion or artistry #there was a lady i saw on the train once who was reading a densely-written pocket sized planner...from 2013 #i think about her sometimes. was that her planner? were those good memories? was she trying to remember something? has it been a kind decade #and when i told my dad he couldn't at all see anything i saw in the moment. he just made jokes about her being crazy #but i liked the moment

[gatorlovebot]

promised my baby @ghosts-cyphera i'd write some more vampire gaz and i couldn't get this first meeting out of my head

you met him at a house show, introduced to you through a friend of a friend. his costume for the halloween themed show was cheesy, but he did put in more effort than most of the guys in attendance. his dracula cape looked like it came from party city and the widows peak on his forehead was crudely drawn on. but what really caught your eyes were the fangs.

they didn't look like the bulky spirit halloween fangs that you would fit over your real teeth. they looked so natural, fit right in with the rest of his teeth perfectly. his smile was fucking gorgeous, you couldn't deny it. he was charming, his accent smooth and eye contact steady as he asked you questions about yourself, genuinely trying to get to know you. it caught you off guard a little bit, meeting someone wasn't really on your mind going into tonight but you weren't going to rebuff his attention.

when the music started you two ended up drifting away from each other. you joining your friends closer to the stage and him chatting with some people along the back wall. when your eyes finally met over the crowd, you have to tell yourself that the red eyes staring back at you must be a trick of the lights.

#gator.writing #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #this is kind of a flop compared to my other gaz vamp post but i couldn't get this little scenario out of my head #also sometimes its very important for me to write like context and order and stuff #like its hard for me to just start writing in the middle of something i always feel the need to flesh out everything from beginning to end #idk might be the autism

[merlyn-bane]

y'all do i have some smut cooking for you

#i couldn't focus on my current wips for the moment #so i started writing one of the dumbest and most self indulgent possible fix-its instead #just a little oneshot #of something i d e f i n i t e l y shouldn't have been writing at work #some of you may already know what this is but no you don't 🤫 #😈😈😈

[bardic-inspo]

I'm becoming more and more enamored with the idea of Ascended Astarion becoming an accidental/unintentional service dom because either:

1. If you enjoy the vampire bride/groom lore/angle, Astarion's happiness becomes partially dependent on that of his consort (potentially with a more direct mental link), and he learns making them happy isn't actually that hard, and when he does, it hits him like cocaine and he ends up spending all of his time chasing that high.

2. If you don't subscribe to that lore, there's also the angle of love being twisted into obsession for vampires. He will be taking over the world, of course, but first, he MUST make sure his consort has the prettiest outfits. Every single day. (He has an eternity to dominate the universe, what's the rush?)

And in either scenario, coupled with his smooth brain/lack of strategic planning, he never really does fulfill the big bad evil villain endgame because he's too busy conquering his consort's every whim (the exception being any request for becoming a 'true' vampire, which I just don't see him entertaining, but that's just me!). But if you prod him about his big evil plans, he'll become very grumpy and mutter something about how his grand plan is definitely in motion, you don't even know!!

(This all makes me think of the A!A epilogue dialogue if you ask him about freedom, and he rants about all the things he's made sure you have/how he'll see you living your best life no matter what). 👀

#astarion #ascended astarion #astarion ancunin #drugs cw #vampire lord astarion #astarion headcanons #bg3 #spawn is still my fave in-game but there is something about A!A that makes me what to put him in a petri dish and just. Poke with a tweezer #to each their own of course this is just my general preference for A!A #I couldn't really put my finger on the flavor of A!A I like until I started writing and this vibe crept out of the woodwork

[alexjcrowley]

The thing about brocedes still living in the same building makes me wanna munch my walls because on one hand I am convinced they're basically playing gay chicken except the first one to move out of that condo is not gay but implicitly admits to be psychologically weaker so now the fight is not about who wins the championship but who can recover more swiftly from 2016 and pretend he's unbothered by losing one of the most meaningful relationships of his life, it's psychosexual and unbelievable and uselessly painful and nobody really wins so they're both fucking ridiculous, they really said after the most heartbreaking friendship breakup ever documented on live tv let's be a little silly let's prolong our rivalry to levels only reached by american sitcoms

On the other hand

On other hand it makes perfect sense. They're not gonna move out because moving out would mean letting the fight die which would mean getting out of eachothers lives forever. Because when the fight ends we can't go back to being friends so I'd be forced to simply leave you behind and I can't do that. Let's keep up the fight, let me keep us for a little more, out of spite if not out of love. Yes I hate you and I can't even say your name and I won't call you on your birthday but please let me pretend it's out of my hands if I see you in the hallway one morning and then I hide behind a door. Until we live in the same building I have an excuse to see you without admitting I want to. Without testing my pride to see if I had the courage to come to you when we had no chance to meet on the stairs anymore, because I don't think I would allow myself that and I know I would suffer tremendously for it. We can't be a part of eachothers lives anymore because I've hurt you too much and you've done the same, we can't go back, but please don't let me move forward. You won't speak to me anymore but let me at least see your face once in a while. Not on posters or tv or internet, your face, without filters and the perfect lighting, with eyebags and imperfect hair and anything other than the press-trained smile because that is- was my friend, the man on tv- I don't know who that is. And it's my home, my home, understood, you can't force me out of it like you forced me out of your life so you move first if you want to move but I don't want to. It's my home and you were my friend and I'll be damned if I let you take anything else away from me again. I can't bear you in my life and I can't bear you out of it. Let's keep things muddy and confused and ridiculous, let's not ever put an end to this. Remind me everyday why I hate you rather than go away and force me to think maybe I still care about you more than I have ever hated you. Do not let this heal, because who knows if one of us will ever have the courage to go back to this car crash to see if there's still something that can be saved. I will stay here, forcing you to look around before you leave your apartment and check the flight of the stairs to see if I'm coming up when you need to go down, like a monster always hidden in a dark corner, like a ghost I will haunt you. I will force my presence into your life, if not in your home, at your table, in your living room, then in the corner of your eye, in a set of steps you could never not recognise, in a shadow approaching the hallway. The hurt will persevere and so will the love, in this new wretched form. We swore we would always be at eachothers side, we never said how. No, I won't move out and I won't move on. Allow me to force you to do the same.

#brocedes #it's missing them hours #it's munching drywalls hours #it's hitting my head on the wall hoping the physical hurt will distract me for the emotional hurt hours #something something the love was there and all it did was make this worse #their whole *agitates hands in the air* resonated with me more than I would want to #I stay awake at three am thinking about them #Sophocles is rolling in his graves because he couldn't write a tragedy about them #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #f1 #formula 1 #long post