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#is a trope so beloved to me.
willowcrowned · 2 years
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love when a dynamic is like. this would be deeply toxic for anyone else but considering the people involved this is actually far and away the healthiest option
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sculkshrieking · 6 days
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anyway *romcoms your hoffstrahm* here's a when harry met sally AU now that @degloved has put that idea in my head <33
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S3 plot line where Ed and Stede keep trying to propose to each other but it keeps going wrong
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blackrosesandwhump · 3 months
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"What's happening to me?"
One of my very favorite lines in the entire whump-verse 🤩🖤😍
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pepirfecin · 1 year
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This guy
Something about murderous robots is just so endearing
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suspended-and-why · 7 months
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Give me a fic where none of our beloved characters dies. Give me Merlin telling Arthur and the rest of the knights + Gwen that he is Emrys. Give me Morgana repairing her ties with Camelot, her brother Arthur, her bestfriend (or more ?) Gwen and her magical-can-relate-to-and-be-guided-by friend Merlin. Give me Merlin regaining the trust of Aithusa. Give me Merlin realising that Kilgarama was wrong, that he shouldn't trust him. Give me Merlin recognising that he treated Mordred unfairly and try to amend for his mistakes. Give me Aithusa fighting Kilgamamea. Give me the found family trope. Sprinkle that shit with some Merlin angst.
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two-red-lungs · 2 years
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if wanted sub!Eddie and reader who are just tryna have a good time and try out crazy sex positions. from 'this isnt super weird' to 'HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BEND LIKE THAT". and maybe ur occasional moan slips out from Eddie during one of the absurd positions and you both just bust laugh laughing. lots of giggly wholesome fumbly sex <333
YES YES YES so I see a lot of smut and hardcore sexytimes in the Eddie tag, and while I love it don't get me wrong, most sexual scenarios (ESPECIALLY w dom or sub elements) have like, a CRAZY high amount of communication in them in real life that you don't really see in fic. People constantly checkin' in w each other, asking how something feels, etc.
Man IDK I'm extra soft for that w/ Eddie 👉👈 this turned out real romantic and way softer than I expected
Experimenting with Eddie:
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First off this dude is basically down for anything, mostly because his realm of experience is pretty much limited to what he reads in dirty mags, quick shags at parties he's dealing for, his imagination and his right hand
I'm just picturing him looking at a dirty mag foldout, opening it completely so it hangs down, bambi eyes wide. His maned head tilting a little to see the full picture, cogs in his head turning
"Whatcha got there, big guy?" As soon as you ask him he's jumping a mile in the air with a shrieking "jesus christ" and trying to cram the damn thing under the mattress sdhndfg
"I mean, that's crazy, right?" He weakly tries to turn it into a joke when you snatch the magazine out of his hands. Running a hand through his hair nervously. "I mean, that's just... excessive. Nobody could actually... do that."
You look up at him and he stills, frozen in place. "I dunno." You said innocently. He'd been a fuck-buddy before. Riling him wasn't new. Pretty easy, actually. "I mean, me, personally? I think I'm flexible enough."
Eddie.exe crash
Deciding to actually experiment means making a time and date, an actual plan to do it, which means an hour before he is kind of fruitlessly tidying his room and stress-shaking his leg while he sits at his desk, getting up and walking around to expel the nervous energy
"Hey." You have to tell him, when he avoids your eyes and licks his lips, nerves clearly running high. Maybe you brush his cheek with a thumb. "This is just for fun, right? No pressure. Nothing has to work."
Getting nude together when you're not like, rampantly tearing clothes off one another is... crazy intimate. Just slowly pulling off shirts, softly kissing, eyes flickering over skin. Unrushed. Unhurried. This isn't a hormonal one-night stand. This is something more... personal.
Over the low thrum of Journey's cassette playing- "cliche", he tried to insist, "sweet" you countered- you're muttering to one another. Just talking, even as your breathing kicks up a notch, warm flesh on warm flesh.
Eddie tends to get... distracted, during sex, sensation overwhelming him till he's silent, or completely derailing his train of thought into a series of swears and broken half-sentences. You drag him back to the surface every time. Asking him if something feels good, and waiting for him to tell you honestly before continuing
Oh man, you realize shakily when he's softly rolling his body against yours, face buried in your neck and long hair tickling your skin. Moving to the music. This isn't really sex anymore. It's... tender. His breathing is so loud, quivering, raw and real. This is... dangerously close to love-making
He touches you with reverence, rosebud lips softly open. Glancing up to your face when he starts to drag your panties down, waiting for your lip-bite and nod before brushing the broad pad of a thumb lovingly over your clit, heating you up
The new positions take time, a little awkward in the soft drawn-curtain ambient light of his room. Resettling limbs over on themselves, consulting with one-another on where to prop up on elbows or readjust knees against the mattress
When Eddie glances back at the magazine, he drops his forehead to the pillow for a half-second and makes a frustrated noise into the fabric. "Christ, this is complicated."
It breaks the tension. You chuckle and so does he, and feeling his core shaking in laughter under you sends heat through your stomach
When you're finally wet and soft and open from his fingers, and after a lot of hilariously cerebral arguing about the best order of things, you sink down onto him in reverse cowgirl and he's gasping, and you know that sound even if you can't see it: those big eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed hard together
He has to dig his nails into your thighs and half-lit you off of him before he cums, so you can shakily reorient yourselves into a new position: hips to the side, a knee slung over his shoulder
This goes on for hours. Talking the whole time. Completely unhurried, the bedroom air a stew of hormones and sweat
"Ah, leg cramp." Both of you end up saying at one point, nearly at the same time. His low, soft thrusts come to a halt: it makes something glow inside you when he shakes his head, wild mane shimmering, a grin on his oval face as he laughs
Position change, position change, again and again. "Here, put a hand on my waist, right... here." You tell him. "Move a little to the, uh, the left. I think you're supposed to be against the wall." He tells you. Chatting breathlessly, fighting the slick, warm, insidious pleasure threatening to render you both brainless
It's Amazon position that makes him give up the ghost, in the end.
Laying him out on his back, knees up near his chest, sinking down onto him as you lord your weight over him. Your feet planted on either side of his hips. He just looks a vision, hair all fanned out, and you feel him twitch twitch against your walls when you mutter about how good he feels, how beautiful he is, how well he's taking it
He won't stop looking at you, not focused on the sway of your breasts or his cock disappearing inside you: just your face. Looking completely blown away. Fucked stupid.
"Feel good?" You ask him, and receive a babbling litany of yes and fuck, fuck me, Jesus fucking Christ- in response
When he falls over the edge, tightening up underneath you, it's not his porn-worthy moans that drag you with him. It's his complete submission: how laid-bare he is, letting you work him over, take whatever you want. How his big, strong, sweaty fingers scrabble for yours, grabbing your hands tight as he cums
And by the end of it all you're both sweaty, and sore, with trembling muscles and thighs and shoulders you know are going to ache tomorrow. And that's great. Hot. Sexy. There isn't another guy in Hawkins you knew that would let you fold them in half like that.
But the best part of it? How he pulls you back against his chest, sweaty and gross, when you try to roll off the covers and head to the bathroom. How tight his strong arms are around you, how soft and loving his lips are against the nape of your neck.
"That was, uh. Good. Really... uh, really good." He eventually gets out, when the silent intimacy of the sweaty sheets feels borderline holy. "...Was it good for, you know, for you...?"
God help your poor heart, he was worried about that even now, when he had you tangled in his arms and boneless from an orgasm?
You wanted to tell him yes, that it was amazing, that it was better and sweeter than anything else, that you wanted to do it again and again and never stop talking and laughing and touching him and-
Oh.
Oh shit.
You were totally in love with Eddie Munson.
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hoohoobeanie · 27 days
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and when i said i enjoy shourtney in a way that is deeper and different than everyone else i wasnt lying
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redfurrycat · 1 year
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🚀🤖Pacific Rim and Top Gun (AU)🤖🚀
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Tom Iceman Kazansky, Commander of the Pacific Fleet, the military branch of the Pan Pacific Defense Corps, brings back to the Miramar Shatterdome the former Jaeger pilot Pete Maverick Mitchell to teach the new Rangers how to become better Jaeger pilots as well as to combat the Kaiju.
He’s the last known Jaeger pilot alive to have defeated three kaiju, despite the fact he was piloting his Jaeger alone – his former co-pilot Nick Goose Bradshaw had died during a previous simulation exercise leaving Mav without a compatible match, though it didn’t deter Mav from piloting his Jaeger alone to save another Jaeger team – Ron Slider Kerner & Tom Iceman Kazansky...
However, the successful rescue (followed by Iceman’s declaration of undying love and admiration for him – ‘Shut up, Ron! It’s not true!’ had said an unnaturally flustered Ice after Mav and Ice’s wingmen hug moment) left Maverick with severe neurological injuries including phantom memories from Goose as he died while they were still connected to each other.
It’s like having a piece of someone within your body and soul, only that this person is no longer alive, and it could be quite traumatic for somebody new to attempt a drift connection with one-and-a-half person. (Partly why Maverick was shut out from the Jaeger program, that and his famously known chaotic nature, of course.)
Because to able to pilot a Jaeger, you have to share what is known as a drift compatibility with your co-pilot. Drifting requires the pilots to share their memories, instinct and emotions with each other, and it allows them to act as one consciousness and control the very movement of the Jaeger itself, each pilot controlling one hemisphere. While drifting, pilots need to keep their mind clear of all thoughts [psspss like the ‘no mind’ from The Last Samurai! 👼🏻] to avoid R.A.B.I.T – the following of a memory to the point of losing the focus you need to control the Jaeger. As such, drift compatibility is a potential that exists between two people, that is usually determined through sparring exercises in the Kwoon Combat Room, the point is not to beat your opponent but whether or not you’re able to work in sync with each other. {Source: the Pacific Rim Fandom Page about Drift}
Twelve new Rangers are called back to the Miramar Shatterdome, under the command of Marshal Beau Cyclone Simpson. Most of them are already paired up in a Jaeger.
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However, Maverick wants to try some out-of-the-box thinking by changing the designated pair of each Jaeger.  "Because –says Mav reading from a stack of disorganized papers, in front of Cyclone, Warlock, and Iceman– according to research, the Kaiju are sentient beings very much capable of in-depth reasoning, something they weren’t to do before, and, as such, I feel the need, the need to change some shit up to try throwing them off."
Thus begin the tests for new drift-compatible partners…
Before:
The Crimson Typhoon team – Bob, Phoenix, Rooster.
The Striker Eureka team – Coyote & Hangman.
The Gipsy Danger team – Fanboy & Payback.
The Cherno Alpha team – Fritz & Halo.
The Guardian Bravo team – Harvard, Omaha & Yale.
After:
The Striker Eureka team – Rooster & Hangman.
The Bracer Phoenix team – Fritz & Phoenix.
The Gipsy Danger team – Halo, Payback & Yale.
The Crimson Typhoon team – Bob, Fanboy & Omaha.
The Coyote Tango team – Coyote & Harvard.
The Cherno Alpha team – Iceman & Mav. [Even though it's super risky for the two of them, they’ll pilot one last time, and for the first time together, to help assist and rescue the Jaegers teams sent to drop a bomb to close the Breach, cutting the passage between the Earth and the Kaiju homeworld, once and for all.]
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Let’s just say that the changes are not smooth for every pilot. Some get to stay in the Jaeger they’ve known all along, others don’t (let’s say some neural handshakes allowing the drifting function better in a particular Jaeger with a particular pair).
Rooster, for instance, used to be in a three-neural-handshake, and now must share with only one person, the –absolutely "despicable"– flawless Hangman. And Hangman is a bit frustrated ‘cause he used to be the best with his Coyote bro…and now feels like falling behind because of Rooster. So, he may or may not be overly provocative with his new co-pilot who thinks too much and follows the R.A.B.I.T every time he drifts with Hangman. [Nevertheless, before Rooster spirals out of control, there is a very strong neural handshake, the strongest ever registered. They just need to sort their shit out first.]
Bonus Hangster Conversation
(inspired by my beloved Chaleigh babes' stellar conversation in the movie)
Hangman: So you're the guy, eh Rooster? You're the guy who's going to be my new co-pilot?
Rooster: Yeah, Hangman. That's the plan.
Hangman: Good. Good. So, remind me again. When was the last time you jockeyed, Brad?
Rooster: You know very well it was three months ago with Tasha and Bobby…’Cause you were there!
Hangman: Colour me shocked with the way you weren’t able to stop following the R.A.B.I.T earlier…Looked like you were a Jaeger groupie just given the opportunity to pilot a Jaeger for the first time of his life. You’re a Ranger, act like one!
Rooster: Excuse-me for taking the time to feel the new Jaeger and my new co-pilot! It’s easy for you to say! Let me reorganize my feathers or something before jumping into it!
Hangman: Oh, wow, that's great. I mean, that's really useful. We get into a fight, you can build our way out of it with wings, as we won’t move a single hair of our Jaeger, eh, Brad?
Rooster: It's Bradley.
Hangman: Whatever. Look, I know you’re Commander Kazansky and Ranger Mitchell’s golden goose, but to me, so far, you're dead weight. You slow me down, I'm gonna drop you like a sack of Kaiju shit. *fingers guns and winking combo followed by dramatic exit*
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lumberwoof · 6 months
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AU where Franka doesn't get approval for the transfer and instead has to cut and run to Rhodes Island alone. Liskarm just misses finding out and isn't able to follow. and then they reunite some years down the line for whatever reason, Franka happy at Rhodes Island but still a little lonely and Liskarm saying she's fine but being at Blacksteel for so long has made her colder and harsher and just plain miserable.
(it isn't all bad, she at least has Jessica and Vanilla, but they can't get under her skin the way Franka could. Liskarm swears that Franka would get under skin sometimes just to dig out the bad feelings.)
(and Franka has people. she's surrounded by people she cares about. operators cut from the same cloth as her, that will charge headlong into battle beside her. colleagues who will nag her about sleeping and eating and training and mission parameters. friends who will rag on her for her choice of reading material. but Liskarm was all of those things rolled into one. and she is not here)
#(for the purposes of this AU Vanilla and Jessica are with Liskarm at Blacksteel)#Liskarm's squad ending up on the landship for whatever reason#Liskarm seeing Franka out of the corner of her eye and just being knocked for six#their reunion would be an all out battle in an empty training room#other staff hearing about it and trying to intervene like ''what is this Blacksteel person doing to our beloved Franka''#Franka and Liskarm kick the shit out of each other but aren't able to actually talk because too many people watching#Vanilla and Jessica ''oh this is normal. this is normal! it's been 3 years but it's totally normal! don't worry!''#(it's really that trope of ''ex you still care about is doing good and you're miserable'' for Liskarm)#arknights tag#yeah I'll tag it#friskarm#if you ask me if this AU has a sad or happy ending. it has whatever ending you want#I do think Franka and Liskarm's relationship changed when they transferred to Rhodes Island together#because it was a silent admission that their partnership was no longer the result of circumstance#'we've been put together' to 'we're choosing to stick together'#so to lose that aspect of their relationship would be... interesting#also Franka has to slow down for Liskarm. Liskarm is /meant/ to curb Franka's reckless behaviour#so I like the idea that Franka at RI alone is even more reckless because she's not being properly challenged#she gels too well with some operators and it's so easy that it's terrifying#in the sense that combat becomes tunnel vision. which is not a good thing#I wrote more in the tags than the actual post..... this is normal for me
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thegay--nextdoor · 1 year
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mustangs-flames · 8 months
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I'm in a state over alternates having the capability to feel human emotions and I'm my own worst enemy because of one scene from my stupid AU that I can't stop thinking about ever since that recent Murray diary update, like-
"So it let Mark hold onto its wounded, bloody hands, and, finally, watched him start to crack.
“Fucking shit,” He said, voice quiet, gaze focused solely on its palms - his own bandaged fingers caressing flayed skin, “Fucking hell, Cesar. It’s all gone to shit, hasn’t it?”
It did not answer.
There were many things that had 'gone to shit' during its existence, it supposed. It had seen God create a whole people just to abandon them - had witnessed the Morningstar’s seeds of dissent bloom into insidious, glorious poison. Its mother had died, it had failed to stop itself from driving that knife in- and then it had failed Mark time and time again. He had been a terrible friend, and now-
No. Not ‘he’. It.
It snatched its hands back and Mark, too lost in his own head, barely noticed. A distant look glazed his eyes as he now stared into his own open palms.
"It was real, wasn't it? That thing - that- an alternate. But the cops said- they said it was gone. Why the Hell was it there?" He asked, though he didn't expect an answer. It could have given him one, but after the way its own thoughts had spiralled at the touch of Mark's hands, words refused to come easy.
How could it trust which words were its, and which were Cesar’s?
Mark finally moved, rubbing at his face, “Sorry. Sorry, I know this is all harder for you, but I- This is all so fucking messed up.”
It wanted to reach out and hold him again, an impulse as strong as it had been yesterday - an almost natural instinct to pull the human in and shield him from all else. Because only it could have Mark Heathcliff. But when it made to move, to outstretch an arm in welcome, Mark flinched and leaned away, backing up as much as the table would allow.
“Don’t,” He said, voice soft yet firm, “Please. Just don’t.”
It had been told to stop before. Cesar Torres had screamed, begged and pleaded - had even fought back as best he could. It had been uninclined to listen then, consumed by raging hunger and delicious fear - it had not cared to hear Cesar’s pathetic sobs for his pointless life. It hungered, and so it ate. As simple as that. Such a creature could not be bargained with, for it had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Its power was beyond comprehension, beyond anything this mere mortal could resist… and yet.
It listened to him. Drawing its arms back down and saying, “I’m sorry.” Though it wasn’t exactly sure what it was sorry for.
“I-it’s okay,” Mark said, reaching for something in the box and fidgeting with the square packet he pulled out, fingers flicking the sealed edges, “It’s all a bit… it’s too much right now, you know?”
It did not know, and yet felt like it somehow should."
There is something so fucking raw about monsters learning to be human and not yet understanding that's why they feel that way and it fucking does something to my brain, man- I-
I need to lie down.
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theflyingfeeling · 9 months
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I don’t know if I’m just imagining things but I feel like Olli and Aleksi are actually so close 🥺 for example I feel like they post so many pics together and I know they post with others too and it’s not a big deal but e.g. Olli has posted 5 pics with someone else this year and 3 of them are with Aleksi.. so it must mean something right?? 🥺 and I feel like they spend a lot of time together yk even ”outside the band” when they’re having a day off and they still do music (the remix) etc. together 😭
Yeah I mean I for one am so deep in the Olli/Allu delulu land that it's VERY easy for me to agree and confirm all of this 😭 they're boyfriends secret lovers special friends and it shows 🥺
Here are all the pictures of the two of them I could find on Olli's IG, for reference 💞
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+ the group picture Olli posted when Aleksi first joined the band, with the caption 'so now there's six of us' 🥺
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#i left out the one where he's pushing aleksi's and niko's heads in the water 😳#and one from balboa bts with tommi in the background#ngl the anon ask i got yesterday has given me MASSIVE headworms of 2 young guys having thought they had their life all figured out already#and then one day they realise they've fallen for their friend and bandmate 😭#friends to lovers but with troubles in between my most beloved trope in the world 💞💖💗💓💕💖💞#with truckloads of (mutual) pining and just general confusion about what they should do about their stupid (mutual) feelings#(i'd love to read/write something of this sort but i'm too anxious about everyone being all#'boohoo they'd never cheat also you're disrespecting their gfs'#like............first of all it's fiction second of all IT'S FUCKING FICTION third of all i ain't gonna tell 'em lol#obviously i wouldn’t include their actual gfs and OBVIOUSLY i wouldn’t show the fic to anyone who's in it??#i just don't understand how someone could be offended about something they don't know about lol#and OBBVVVIOUSSSLLYYYY i wouldn’t write either of the guys as somehow happy or confident about cheating like come on#there'd be SO MUCH guilt and shame and angst and they’d still love their gfs so much#but then there's also this guy who's their friend and whose stinky socks made them barf once on the tourbus#and who means the world to them. they didn’t mean for it to happen. it just did 😭#anyway sorry for rambling i swear i don't mean to make everything about my silly fic ideas#i just can't help myself and i need a way to let it all out somehow without bothering anyone in particular 😭😭😭)#ollixallu#anon asks#answered asks
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monstersandmaw · 1 year
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‘tis the evening of writing yet another Super Basic™ and Very Tropey™ vampire x human story.
Except this time it’s ‘we missed our chance at romance three years ago because I freaked out and skipped town and now I’ve run into you in an unexpected and supernatural location and excuse me but you’re a vampire and the spooky shit is real?’
Anyway I’m having fun. Hope you’re all doing ok.
(the selkie x bucca x human 18th century smuggling in Cornwall romance story is still ongoing in the background by the way, for those interested in a poly one)
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gazpachoandbooks · 1 year
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Sweetest kindest purest Bran falling for warmest most pacient funniest Meera must have sent the entire Stark household insane
Robb: you can't do this Bran this is a complete disbalance of the universe
Jon: for real you should have looked for someone awful. You can't bring her home that would be too much goodness in one place the entire house would probably implode
Sansa: I think it makes sense. Bran could only atract sweetness
Robb: it does NOT make sense at all
Theon: the force must be balanced at all times. You have to leave her
Bran: I am NOT going to leave her
Sansa: leave him alone! Just so you know, that whole "opposites attract" isn't a real thing
Robb: YES IT IS
Gendry: *just woke up from last night's sleepover, walks into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee*
Arya: *lifting her head from her book* oh Gendry by the way we're going out tonight! Don't worry though, it's not a large group. Just Hot Pie and my friends from school and our next door neighbours and their cousin who is really nice and these other guys from the other thing
Gendry: *frowns at her, growls at everyone in general, goes back to sleep*
Robb: *pointing where Gendry had been a moment ago* SEE?
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