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sleepyfortress · 10 months

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When YenPress announces they’re working on translating the novel and you speed draw to get this out.

#orv #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kdj #yoo joonghyuk #yjh #han sooyoung #hsy #myart #webtoon #reference was from a sense8 pride parade scene

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hc-hq · 2 years

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Rules For Requests

Fandoms I write for;

BOOKS & COMICS: Spider-Man: Miles Morales

Things that I'm especially interested in at the moment!!

Things I love to write;

Angst - Things dealing with very painful, emotional, and upsetting content. Can range anywhere from something softer like being in a bad mood to dealing with a death in their personal life.

Fluff - Things dealing with very soft, fun, and loving content. Can range anywhere from small

Disability Content - Mental or physical, I am very open to writing for this kind of thing since there's so little out there for us </3 I'll try to educate myself as best I can if it's not something I experience, and I heavily encourage criticism if I mess up on anything.

Pairing Compatibility - Platonic or romantic, and can be character/character, character/OC, or even character/you! Just make sure to give a good description for me to work with :]

Platonic Content - Stuff between friends!

Romantic Content - Stuff between partners!

Suggestive Content - Stuff between two or more characters that is slightly sexual in nature. It should go without saying, but I'll make it clear anyways that this only applies for adult characters.

Things I don't write;

Kid!Reader or Teenager!Reader - Absolutely nothing against you if you enjoy this, I just don't feel comfortable writing it.

Drug Use - With the exception of alcohol, I just can't write this sort of thing. Never been any good at it.

Dark Content - Abuse, SA, SH Scenarios, Torture.

NSFW - Including fetish content or heavy petting.

Pro-Shipping Content - Beastiality, Incest, Pedophilia.

Other rules to keep in mind for my writing!

I will default to a gender & race-neutral reader for simplicity, but if you want a specific perspective, just make sure to note it in your request! - If you ask how I think that characters will react to certain situations/scenarios, I'm going to give you that. I'm not going to soften their personalities or flaws for romance. - If you ask for a reader in an anthropomorphic setting(ex. Beastars or KFP), don't feel shy about saying what kind of animal you want the reader to be! Just keep in mind that a lot of animals are much more dimorphic between sexes than humans are. - Goofy/Humour requests are highly encouraged, I'd love to see them! - To clarify, in reference to stuff like abuse, SA, and SH, I will write comfort for those who have had to deal with that in the past, but I won't write any characters/reader committing those acts or it being done to the reader/characters. - If you want to know if I'm into a certain fandom, ask and I'll let you know! There are some fandoms I don't feel comfortable writing for, but I still really love. Like Cookie Run because of the childish elements of its content, or Warrior Cats because all of the characters are literal animals. - Finally, at the end of the day, I am the person writing this stuff. If I don't understand or simply don't like the request, I will message you privately to let you know that I just couldn't get into it. This isn't my job, I'm literally just doing this for fun.

Thank you so much for reading through all this, and remember the more specific the request, the better! I can't wait to see what you send in :)!

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bestshipsmackdown · 1 year

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Ships 100% Going into the Bracket:

[I will be checking spellings at a later point, as well as ages and familial relations. So as long as everyone followed directions, these will be going into the bracket.]

With Nine Submissions:

Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghuyk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

With Eight Submissions:

Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase from The Percy Jackson Series

Gideon Nav x Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb Series

Yang Xiao Long x Blake Belladonna from RWBY

With Seven Submissions:

Adora x Catra from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

@bracket-bracket x @thecompetitionshowdowntournament x @ultimate-poll-tournament from tumblr.com

Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz from 911

With Six Submissions:

Fred Jones x Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley x Norville “Shaggy” Rogers from Scooby-Doo

Luz Noceda x Amity Blight from The Owl House

Lance x Keith from Voltron: Legendary Defender

With Five Submissions

Marinette Dupain-Cheng[Ladybug] x Adrien Agreste[Chat Noir] from Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug]

Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa from Buddy Daddies

With Four Submissions

Jack Harkness x Rose Tyler x The Ninth Doctor from Doctor Who

Link x Zelda from The Legend of Zelda

Eda Clawthorne x Raine Whispers from The Owl House

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth from Ace Attorney

Hiyori Suzumi x Yujiro Someya x Aizo Shibasaki from Honeyworks

Naruto Uzumaki x Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto

Nomi Marks x Amanita Caplan from Sense8

Mike Wheeler x Will Byers from Stranger Things

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley from Stranger Things

With Three Submissions

Laura Moon x Mad Sweeney from American Gods

Caitlyn Kiramann x Vi from Arcane

Troy Barnes x Abed Nadir from Community

Imogen Temult x Laudna from Critical Role

Edward Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot from Gotham

Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo from Heroes of Olympus

Hikaru Indou x Yoshiki Tsukajinaka from Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu

Will Parry x Lyra Silvertongue from His Dark Materials

Rose Lalonde x Kanaya Maryam from Homestuck

Gon Freecss x Killua Zoldyck from Hunter x Hunter

Dustfinger x Resa from Inkheart

Gimli x Legolas from Lord of the Rings

Merlin x Arthur Pendragon from Merlin

Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

Todoroki Touya[Dabi] x Takami Keigo[Hawks] from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

KJ Brandman x Mac Coyle from Paper Girls

Perfuma x Scorpia from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Reki Kyan x Langa Hasegawa from Sk8 the Infinity

Korra x Asami from The Legend of Korra

Dream x Hob from The Sandman

Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams from Wednesday

Buffy Summers x Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Caleb Widowgast x Essek Thelyss from Critical Role

Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier from It

Bugs Bunny x Daffy Duck from Looney Tunes

Magnus Chase x Alex Fierro from Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

Dean Winchester x Castiel from Supernatural

Thats 49 ships guaranteed for entry into the bracket.

That leaves 15 ships to be added. It’s currently Sunday, so I will leave submissions open until Tuesday, April 4th at 11:59pm EST. With the likelihood of needing more ships to qualify, a few preliminary rounds will take place using ships that only have 2 submissions each. Those will commence after submissions have closed.

The ships listed above do not need any more submissions to qualify, so send in propaganda for ships you don’t see!

#so many ships y’all #this took me like 2 hours (I was eating in the middle) to compile and probably organize in my sheets #properly not probably lmao

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polyship-exchange · 7 months

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2023 Works Masterlist

Rated G-T:

tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined by Magepaw (Fire Emblem Series)

Mornings and Nights by 4_the_tainted_sorrow_21 (Welcome to Nightvale)

How To Say I Love You by 4_the_tainted_sorrow_21 (Bungou Stray Dogs)

A Brush With Affection by zandalorian (Fire Emblem)

to all those unseen by humancorn (MDZS)

A crush on Hokage-sama by shikamaterasu (Naruto)

Finally finding peace by Lerya (LOTR)

As The Stars Shine for You by Kryolue (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint)

park date by Art Kosch (Sense8)

Home is a Haven by Caiti (MCU)

A new chapter in life by Lerya (A;TLA)

we’ll find our way back in the end by maevedarcy (Doctor Who)

Domestic Superwonderbat Moodboard by GothamLioness1 (DCU)

MEGACHESS - Make Those Mega Moves by TorchicWpip (Fire Emblem Series)

found by maevedarcy (MCU)

Rated M-E

Recovery Protocol by westiec (MCU)

Do Over by Le_Petit_Princeji (MDZS)

After The Threesome by kjstark (DCU)

This is just the beginning by Lerya (Naruto)

we have no epilogue (each day is it’s own journey) by GStK (Pokémon)

#polyshipexchange #polyship exchange #Polyship exchange masterlist

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desomniis · 8 months

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Thank you for the tag @f1-stuff

Share a snippet of a current WIP!

So this story had been stuck in my WIPs for months now and I first shared the idea about 5 months ago on this ask. So basically...

'We breathe a sigh of relief' is a story about 8 people who discovered they were another type of human species. It is essentialy a Sense8 AU with multiple driver pairings (Charlos, Carlando, Yukierre, Maxiel, Alonstroll... you get it.)

The plot still does not exist but I'm already about 5k words into the first chapter. The first chapter will essentially be similar to the first episode of Sense8, so if you have seen it, then this will be familiar to you. I will share half of the first chapter but please read the following notes below first:

This story contains depictions of sensitive and complex topics such as death, suicide, gun violence, physical violence, drug use, emotional manipulation, misogyny, and sexual acts. These themes may be uncomfortable or triggering for some readers. Hence, reader discretion is advised. It is the responsibility of the reader to manage their own reactions to the material.

Enjoy. :))

Inside the remains of an abandoned church, the air was thick with the musty stench of dampness and decay. The once beautiful stained glass windows lay shattered and scattered amidst the rubble and debris, casting ghostly shadows on the ruined walls.

A filthy mattress lay in the centre of the room. Upon it, a man writhed in agony, his anguished sobs and groans echoing off the walls.

He reached for a small tin box under the mattress, bony fingers frantically searching for relief.

Blockers. His blockers. Where are they? He should have more. He swore he had more. He wants— No. He needs it. He just needs one, just a small piece, it would do. Please.

Finally.

He found one: a small, broken piece—a glimmer of hope.

Temptation whispered in his ear «take it!» loud and demanding.

But a smaller voice pleaded.

Don’t.

He looked at it, the small black pill, imagining the pleasure of it melting in his mouth, the tingling sensation as it blocked his sense, the way it relaxes his muscles, they way it lulled him to sleep.

Peace.

But he couldn’t do it. Not yet.

Begrudgingly, he kept it in his pocket. As soon as he did, his body started to contort and twist in pain, his nails digging through the mattress, red staining the soiled sheets.

He can’t take it anymore. He needs something. He needs someone.

"Seb," he cried out, reaching out his hand, clawing for the surface of the water like a drowning soul fighting for air. “

Seb,” he called out again, his heart pounding. Please.

His outstretched hand caught a familiar warmth, saving him.

“Mark!” his voice raw as he pulled him up. Sebastian held him close, Mark’s body sagging against him. “I’m here love, I’m here,” he whispered, his fingers brushing through Mark’s hair as he held him in his arms.

Mark looked up at him. He could breathe again. “You came,” he said through his smile. Despite it, Sebastian could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the pain etched deep in the lines of his face.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Sebastian sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Shhh. Don’t cry. I’m still here love, still fighting,” Mark said, hushed.

“All this time?”

“All this time.”

Damn it, Mark. “Don’t do it alone. I’m here. I can help,” Sebastian begged.

Mark shook his head. “I can’t risk it,” he said, cupping Sebastian’s cheeks. “You’re too precious to me.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Mark,” Sebastian said, his voice breaking. “We could do this together.”

Mark shook his head. “It’s too late,” he said, his voice strained with pain. “I’ve run out of time, and I’ve run out of blockers. He will find me soon enough.”

Sebastian's heart sank as he realized what was happening. His voice shook as he said, "No... no no no. I'll come to you. I'll ask for help and get you out of—"

"Don't. Please don't,” Mark pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or else, he will find you too."

As soon as Mark uttered the thought of him, the devil showed itself.

His gloved hand picked one of the aluminium wrappers on the floor, inspecting it. «Is this how you’ve been hiding from me? Blockers?» Toto whispered in his ears, a menacing growl. The hairs on the back of Mark's neck stood as he refused to give the devil the satisfaction of a response.

He was dressed in all black: black coat, black sleeves, black everything—a perfect reflection of his rotten soul if he even had one.

"I don't care if he finds me," Sebastian choked out between sobs. "I just don't want to lose you, Mark. Not you too. I don't know how I'll go on without you," he admitted, his voice breaking with the weight of his emotions.

“Shhh… I know you can do it, love,” Mark reassured. “I believe in you.”

«Is that, Sebastian?» Toto asked with a smirk, all too eager. «Tell him, I can’t wait to meet him.»

Mark's heart skipped a beat. Sebastian felt it, his eyes growing wide. "Is that him?" he asked.

Mark managed a faint nod, trying to conceal his conversation with Sebastian from Toto.

«I wonder what your precious Sebastian would think if he knew all the things you did for me,» Toto mused, his eyes glinting with pleasure. "Do you think he'd still love you, knowing what you've done?"

Mark gritted his teeth, refusing to give Toto the satisfaction of a response.

“Seb, listen to me,” Mark said, urgent, indifferent to Toto. “I found hope, Seb. I found more of us.”

“What do you mean?” Sebastian asked, his brows furrowing.

Mark knew Toto was listening. He knew that he would hunt them regardless, just like how he hunted everyone else. But He can’t let that stop him. Sebastian and his children were his last hope.

The pounding pain in his head grew. The clock was ticking.

“I’m giving birth,” Mark revealed.

Sebastian's eyes grew wide but deep in his heart he knew what was happening. He felt it.

A sinister grin crept up on Toto's face, his eyes glinting with malevolence, before he broke out into a cruel laugh. «Oh, Mark,» Toto said, »how nice of you to bring them into the light for me. Thank you. It would be my pleasure to meet them too,» he warned.

“But,” Sebastian said, apprehensive. “They’ll get hunted down by Toto, by the FIA.”

“I know,” Mark said, “But promise me, you’ll protect them. Promise me that you’ll show them the light.”

Another mocking laugh came from Toto. «I always find my prey, Mark, you know that. You really think little Sebastian can protect them?» He tutted. «How optimistic, even for a dying man. Let me clarify a few things for you, alright? First: I will find you by the end of this night. Second: I will have Sebastian by morning. Third: All eight of your children? Gone before they could even say hello to each other.»

Mark’s breath hitched as he felt Toto’s satisfaction. No. It’ can’t be.

«Did you feel that, Mark? My team just found your location. Looks like we will be meeting each other sooner than I thought,» he said, disappearing the moment the words left his mouth.

“What did he say?” Sebastian asked.

He can’t know. “Seb, love, I need you to be strong alright? I need you to be there for them.”

Time. He felt it slip away from his fingers.

“Why can’t you do it, Mark?” Sebastian pleaded, his voice strained. “Show them the light, just like you did with me?”

“Oh Seb,” Mark sighed, kissing Sebastian’s knuckles. “I wish I could. But I’m running out of time.”

Sebastian shook his head. He wished that he could do something to help Mark, to take him out of his pain, to protect him from Toto. But he knew better, he knew that the only thing he could do now was to do what he was asking.

“Okay… Okay,” Sebastian agreed through broken sobs. “I promise— I promise I’ll find them… and protect them. I’ll try.”

Mark smiled, feeling a moment of respite before pain surged through him again, all at once.

It was time.

Mark's consciousness ignited, a cosmic burst like a supernova, casting luminous tendrils that surged through the obsidian expanse of the One Mind. One mind is a place one can feel but never reach, a concept one could know but never understand, an idea within grasp but always intangible.

What was once a sanctuary for homo sensoriums, now a graveyard for those who came, and those who hide. It used to be a universe, glimmering with stars, but now it was just a void, except for the faint light of those who hunted them, one of their own. Those who work under Toto. Apart from them, no one else dared to come here. Coming here is like wishing for death.

Perhaps it was cruel, giving birth to his children in such cruel times. But it seemed worse if he didn’t, a betrayal to himself, to the future of his kind, to the forces that led him to them. A selfless yet selfish act.

At the precipice of this vast expanse, Mark found them. Faint beacons of hope, his children, like distant stars in an infinite night. Finding them was nothing short of a miracle, a work of the Divine. Who would’ve known that their salvation lay dormant beyond their grasp waiting to be known.

So that's what he did. He made them known.

He drew them in until

they were a part of him,

a part of those who came before,

a part of everyone who still lives.

Together, they were One.

“I see them,” Mark announced, his tone full of hope.

“What are their names?” Sebastian asked, hushed.

Mark closed his eyes as he made his very first and last visit.

In the dead of the night, buried under the bricks of London, the DJ ignited the dance floor with the unmatched beats of techno music. A sea of people jumped and swayed, bathed in a spectrum of neon colours. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and perfume, tequila and vodka, marijuana and coke. Everyone danced like it was the last night of their life.

The moment the DJ dropped the beat, he saw him, the man in white standing in the midst of the crowd like a rock in the middle of a torrentous river. Unyielding.

Who the fuck?

“Lando,” Mark said.

Under the glimmering lights of Times Square, the Artist clung to the cold steel of a lamp post, patiently waiting for something interesting to behold itself. His keen eyes peered through the viewfinder of his Leica M6, scanning the crowd.

He was framing a shot when he saw him: the man in white, standing in the middle of 7th Ave, yellow cabs passing him by. He was tall and lean, his features sharp and chiseled, his piercing blue eyes seemed to glint with ancient wisdom, and his pale skin was almost translucent, like he was made of moonlight.

Click. The shutter closed.

Gone. Just like a ghost.

Was he dreaming?

“Charles,” Mark said.

On the rooftop of a war-abandoned building in Moscow, the Spy proned, his eyes peering through the scope of his rifle. The frigid winter winds bit his skin but he paid it no mind. He has one goal tonight and he is not leaving his spot until he achieved it. So he waited, his breaths shallow and measured.

That's when he saw him: the man in white, blending in with the snow, staring back at him. He seemed to glow in the darkness, his piercing blue eyes boring into the spy's eyes, seeming to see right through him with an all-knowing gaze that sent shivers down his spine. His gut had never betrayed him before.

Max placed his finger on the trigger.

Bang.

“Max,” Mark said.

Beside the Old Port of Montreal, the Hacker sat in front of a wall of screens, his fingers dancing across the keys with the fluid grace. Lines of code streamed across the monitors, their glowing green text a mesmerizing sight. His eyes scanned the code with a hawk-like precision as he crafted a programme aimed to kill and destroy.

As he turned around to get a drink, the man in white stood in his apartment, his ashen skin illuminated by the monitors. Lance yelped, falling to the floor with a thud, his head hitting the sharp corner of his table.

Ouch.

“Lance,” Mark said.

At the top floor of a gleaming skyscraper overlooking the Marina Bay Sands, the Businessman sat through one of the most pointless meetings he had ever attended: the succession of the largest media empire in the world. His father sat at the head of the table while a line of lawyers were infront of him and his lovely sisters beside him. No offence to his sisters but a woman can’t handle the pressures that came with running this empire.

He was about to say something when the man in white appeared behind his father.

¡Madre mía!

“Carlos,” Mark said.

In the rugged terrain of the Australian Outback, the Daredevil defyed gravity by soaring through the air on his dirt bike. The engine roared, as he revved up for another hill, wheels kicking up a cloud of red dust, the sun beating down mercilessly on his tanned skin. He lived for the thrill of danger, elusively dancing death with every trick.

He saw him the moment he launched into the air: the man in white, standing on the track, curious. For a moment, the daredevil was suspended in the air like a bird, before he landed with a jarring thud, his bike bucking beneath him as he fought to regain control.

Fucking cunt.

“Daniel,” Mark said.

Under the clay roof of a small sushi restaurant in Tokyo, the Chef in his pristine white uniform glided the sharp edge of his knife across fresh tuna, preparing it with the precision and artistry of a master. The scent of freshly grated wasabi and soy sauce wafted through the air, mingling with the subtle, sweet aroma of the rice vinegar. Soft murmurs of his customer mingling and enjoying the food filled his ears.

He carefully placed two pieces of Tuna Nigiri on a plate before coming to attend a new customer standing by the door, the man in white. “Irrashaimase. Nan mei sama— Eh?” the chef asked, stopping when he saw a foreigner wearing white, with blood dripping on his forehead. He was unsure wether he wanted sushi.

Daijoubu?

“Yuki,” Mark said.

Under the relentless sun of Djibouti, the Soldier stood stoicly in the face of the blistering heat. His uniform clung to his sweat-soaked body, fingers clutching his rifle, waiting for his captain's signal. The hot, dry air was thick with the stench of diesel fumes and dust, the gritty sand coating his boots and filling his nostrils.

The glare of the sun was blinding, casting harsh shadows across the barren landscape and making it nearly impossible to see.

But he still saw him, the man white, standing on top of mudhut, staring down at him.

Contact!

He pulled the trigger.

“Pierre,” Mark said.

“Boys… they’re all boys?” Sebastian asked.

"Just like your cluster," Mark added, tinged with sadness.

Sebastian was the last of his cluster.

Mark was the last of his cluster.

“I’ll find them. Every single one of them. And protect them,” Sebastian promised.

Mark's touch was gentle, his fingers brushing delicately against Sebastian's cheek. ”Thank you,” he whispered, “for everything.”

Sebastian leaned into his touch, letting the world around them fall away as they savoured this fleeting moment.

"You look as beautiful as the day I first met you,” Mark said. “I wish we had more time.”

Sebastian clutched Mark’s hand. “I love you,” he said. “Always.”

“Always.”

Mark brought his face close to Sebastian's, and they shared one final kiss. Tears streamed down Sebastian's face as he held Mark close. He felt all of him: his soul, his body, their love.

For one last time.

The soft screeches of tire on asphalt broke through the silence. The devil has arrived.

“Go,” Mark whispered, giving Sebastian a choice.

“No,” Sebastian rebelled. “I’ll stay here till the end.”

Mark managed a weak smile. He knew this was coming. He reached for the black pill in his pocket, the last one.

Sebastian closed his eyes, withdrawing. Mark had always been wiser than him.

“I’ll see you on the other side?” Mark

Sebastian nodded. “I love you.”

Mark took one last look at Sebastian before swallowing his last blocker. Within seconds, the light of the One mind disappeared along with Sebastian.

Sound of heavy boots approaching echoed through the church, an all too familiar signal of impending doom.

With newfound determination, Mark reached for the pistol hidden under the mattress. It was his last resort.

Toto turned the corner with an army of soldiers in black in his trail. “Oh please, Mark,” he said, eyeing the pistol. “We both know you won’t do it.”

“Watch me,” Mark taunted, pressing the cold barrel on the roof of his mouth before the devil could posses him.

"Stop him," ordered Toto, his voice betraying a slight tremor. His soldiers sprinted towards Mark, desperate to catch him.

But they were too late.

Bang.

-+-

Max jolted awake, instincts kicking in as he snatched his pistol from the nightstand, aiming at the intruder who just fired a shot.

But there was no one else in his bedroom.

What the?

The clock read 4:00 AM. He winced.

The sound of the gunshot still rang in his ears, reverberating like a thunderclap, igniting a searing pain in his head. He wanted to sleep more, but the pain wouldn’t let him.

"Damn it," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He stood up and stumbled towards the bathroom. He switched the light on, assaulting his eyes and making the pain worse. He walked over to the medicine cabinet, fingers frantically searching for relief but he was only met with empty bottles of painkillers. Leaning over the sink, he prayed for it to subside, to no avail.

The man in white…outside blending in with the snow…inside a church…staring back at him…a black pill…a pistol…bang.

It’s been a week since he first saw him. He doesn’t know why he still kept seeing him in his dreams. He used to not dream at all.

It’s fucking him up.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up?” a voice asked, bringing him back to reality.

Rico Verhoeven, his partner, leaned against the doorway in all his glory for the world to see. "Can you put on some pants?" Max asked, his voice clipped.

Rico’s brows furrowed. “Since when did you care?” he asked.

“Since, right now.”

“Too bad. Deal with it.”

“Rico, I’m not in the mood to—” Max said.

"No shit, you haven't been in the mood," Rico said, his voice a low growl, grumpy.

“It’s just the migraine…” Max attempted.

“Just the migraines my ass,” the giant scoffed. “We’re going to be stuck in this shithole for two more months if you don’t don't tell me what's actually going on.”

Max hung his head low, quietly admitting defeat. He had almost sabotaged their mission. If it wasn't for Rico's intervention, they would have blown their cover and probably be on an electric chair under the Kremlin right now.

Rico let out a deep sigh, walking over to Max, placing his massive hands on Max's shoulders, and kneading them with a firm grip. "Do you need some… loosening up?" he suggested, his voice softening, carrying another meaning.

This was Max’s eighth mission assignment with Rico. They are Field Agents working together for the Vanguard Intelligence Agency (VIA) for five long years. They had been through it all: stranded in deserted towns of the Gobi Desert, hid in the cargo hold of container ships during a typhoon in the middle of the Pacific and even camped in the middle of the Siberian permafrost. Isolation had always been part of the job description. Field agents like him are trained to spend a year without human contact. Not a single one. But luckily for him, he was assigned a partner.

A partner who was willing to… relieve him of the stress that came with the job. Max was also more than willing.

However, their missions were bearable most of the time. But occasionally, fear and uncertainty swoops in from their back, taking hold of their thoughts. And it usually came at night, when the world was quiet.

But it wasn’t one of those nights.

Max shook his head, careful not to jog it too much. “No,” he said, removing Rico’s hands off him. “Like I said, not in the mood.”

“Alright, if you say so.” he shrugged, turning to leave. “Goodnight, partner.”

“Before you go,” Max said, stopping Rico. “Can you tell the neighbours to turn the music down?”

Rico frowned. “What music?” he asked, bewildered.

"The music. Don't you hear it?" Max asked, his voice strained with confusion and pain. The sound was deafening, drowning out all other noises. He could feel the bass reverberating through his bones, and the cheers of a crowd were like a knife to his already throbbing head.

“Max, there is no music,” Rico said, concerned. “And we don’t have any neighbours.”

But the music and cheers only got louder, taunting him. "Never mind," Max said, his words clipped as he pushed past Rico, ignoring his partner's worried gaze. "I'll do it myself."

Max stomped over to their neighbour's door and banged on it, the sound of his fists echoing in his own head.

"Hey, open up!" he shouted, his voice hoarse and frustrated. The blaring music spilt through the cracks of the door, grating on his already battered senses. Realizing that screaming was no use, he resorted to force. Stepping back, he kicked the door open, causing splinters of wood to fly off the knob.

He got what he wanted. The music stopped. The cheering stopped.

Because no one was there.

-+-

Everybody was there.

In the rugged terrain of the Australian Outback, Daniel savoured everyone’s cheers as he landed another stunt. After a solid week of sitting on a couch munching on potato chips, drinking coke and jerking off three times a day, he was pumped to have his baby, the KX250**,** in between his legs again.

“BOOYAH!” He cheered. “Oi! You didn’t see that coming, did yah?!”

Oscard rolled his eyes, unamused. Of course, he was. The cunt just kissed his 500 quid goodbye.

Daniel? Oh yeah, he was born to be behind the wheel. He also meant that literally because her mom was leaning on his dad’s massive monster truck wheel when he came out of the womb. Nuts, right?

What's more nuts is that at three years old, while most kids were still drooling trying to figure out how spoons worked, he was already speeding around in a go-kart. Shocking by today’s standards. Back then? Nah, just another Tuesday. Though if it were now, his dad would probably have his own reality show titled: "How to Kill Your Kid While ".

At six, he was zipping around on a mini dirt bike. Sure, by today's norms, it's like giving a kid a chainsaw for his birthday. But Daniel was practically NBA height at that age, so his father thought, why not put my son on a bike? A Kawasaki one, at that.

By ten, he was racking up trophies like they were Pokémon cards. Australian Motocross Championship? Check. Australian Rally Championship? Yep. Australian Kart Championship? Of course. And that's just the start of it. Let's not forget the I-beat-grown-ass-adults-at-racing-stuff awards too, like the Finke Desert Race, Targa Tasmania, Rotax Pro Tour…

You know where he's getting at. He's cool, right?

Damn right, he was.

I don't know if I will ever come to complete this and post it on AO3 it's definitely quite a challenge. So for now, it would exist here. :)) Ignore this if you've done it already, but I'll tag @pgaslys @queent09 & @effervescentdragon If y'all have any WIPs share them. :))

#mine #my fics #Sense8AU #this story is not for the faint of heart #heed my warning #Mark Webber #Sebastian Vettel #Toto Wolff #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #lance stroll #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #rico verhoeven #lando norris

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solarisgod · 25 days

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⁽ — - ㅤ٬٬ ㅤ ✰ DETECTIVE PARADOX'S COMFORT LIST ! ⸝⸝ ₊˚. ₎

Comfort food(s) : Blue raspberry candies, chips, mango, peach, Pho, sushi. Comfort drink(s) : Apple juice, chocolate milk, Crush cream soda, general blue raspberry drinks, mango smoothie with tapioca. Comfort movie(s) : Cinnamoroll: The Movie, Detective Pikachu, Everything Everywhere All At Once, In Space with Markiplier, Pacific Rim. Comfort show(s) : Pokémon, Digimon, Jujutsu Kaisen, Moon Knight, Sense8. Comfort clothing : Hoodies with finger pockets, leather jackets, t-shirts with graphics of favourite characters, my Eevee cap, my own + my beloved's sun ⅋ moon necklace that have " I love you " written in many different languages in the pendants. Comfort song(s) : Fireflies by Owl City, Million Knives by Tatsuya Kato ⅋ Zinee, This Endless Endeavour by Starset, Tenebrescence by Crywolf, What It Cost by Bad Omens. Comfort book(s) : The Girl from the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún by Nagabe, The Way of the Househusband by Kousuke Oono, Unsolved: Supernatural by Ryan Bergara ⅋ Shane Madej, Faust by Goethe, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint by Sing Shong, with few outer space related books. Comfort game(s) : Night in the Woods, Pokémon Core Series, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, Telltale's the Walking Dead Game, Undertale.

TAGGED BY : @vulpesse ( thank you so much ! ♡ ) TAGGING : @lunarisdog , @bakshiis , @jackdup , @earthsync , ⅋ you ! ♡ ₊˚.

#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ OOC . ›#𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ GAMES . ›

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thenwethrowitonthefire · 2 months

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Fandom people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @harriet-bailes

3 Ships you like: Marith, Raeda, Catbirds (Laura/Shelley). (Bonus mention of Crowley/Aziraphale because I can't not mention them, but I think literally everyone already knew.)

First ship ever: believe it or not, but my having-identified-as-aroace-for-a-long-time-and-only-recently-realised-sapphic ass feels like they don't ship very much, I tend to just follow what I'm presented with and either like or dislike that, but I generally don't necessarily Will It one way or another. So going with the kind of definition of shipping where I myself wanted things in canon to go a certain way? Huntara/Perfuma. (I also love where canon ended up though!) The only other time I actively shipped was Laura/Shelley. (However if the definition of ship here is the first pairing I actively liked, the answer here would have been Neo/Trinity.)

Last song you heard: Benjamin Clementine - Ode From Joyce

Favourite childhood book: Tim de Merel. (The title means Tim the blackbird.) I've never been much of a reader and I don't think I necessarily grasped the full context of the book as a child, but it's basically a blackbird who leaves his nest/garden and has adventures all over the world. (I only recently realised the book is him writing letters to his parents about his adventures, even though the cover of the book is literally made to look like a postcard I feel like I missed that fact back then (I really was quite young when I read it). But it makes sense that that's why stories in the book were segmented the way they were. It worked perfectly for my audhd brain though.) I really liked the fact that the animals in the book were not made to be too human, they very much were still fully animal. I liked animals so much better than people (I didn't like people at all truth be told), which explains why it was one of the very few books I liked. (Another book I liked was about a really small human girl who had adventures in the animal world, I didn't necessarily like her, but I really liked the animals. It had great pictures, too.)

Currently reading: as I said, I don't really read. But a very nice book that's been laying next to my bed the last 2 years is Braiding Sweetgrass, which was a gift from a good friend. I've read a little bit of it, eventually I'll read more if it. I'm sure it's really good :) (Talking fanfic, I'm reading Seasons of Lilith - the story that follows after Answers For Mary. At the moment I'm also slow with reading fanfic though.)

Currently watching: nothing really, though I generally do tend to watch a lot of things. I'm a bit in-between things with so many shows having been cancelled. I just finished a rewatch of Sense8 though. I love it and it's extremely beautiful, but it's also rather more violence filled than where my current taste is at.

Currently consuming: warmth. (It's 9:30pm and I'm cold and tired. I had enough to eat with supper, so I'm enjoying some blankets now.)

Currently craving: peace, rest. Both personally and globally. (In daytime it'll be the same answer with the addition of candy, I've really been enjoying candy recently. I think my brain has been needing extra sugar.)

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @nobodyorlando @impromptugarrote @jyou-no-sonoko19 @tokyoterri2 @hydr0phius @confessions-of-ailu (< I still owe you a reply from my main blog - I'm so sorry it's taking me so long!)

Anyone else who wants to do this one, consider yourselves tagged by me! (Apologies if I tagged you and you've already done this.)

#tag game #I'm also going to tag this with 'ask' because there's questions in it that I'm answering :)#ask #thank you for the tag! this was nice #I don't think I've ever been asked about ships before. I think I hadn't really thought about it either. it was nice to think about.

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corrodedseraphine · 2 years

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rewrite the stars | one shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: "Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky. "What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question. "My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there." "That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward. Two friends are no longer able to hide that the feelings they feel for each other are much stronger. Will the stars be on their side? angst/fluff, friends to lovers

I got inspired while listening to the song "Rewrite The Stars" from The Greatest Showman.

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

6 575 words

"Love is a bridge and not a wall, if we let it be." it's a quote from Sense8, but I really love it and decided to put it here.

steve harrington masterlist | general masterlist

"Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky.

"What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question.

"My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there."

"That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward.

"Ever since I can remember he always bought every possible book about the space. He probably knew every possible constellation by heart." you chuckled at the memory of an older man who spent hours sitting in front of his house watching the sky.

"Maybe he wanted to learn to read them? And maybe he wanted to read his fate from them."

"Maybe. I wonder if he was able to solve this riddle." You shrugged your shoulders.

You were lying with Steve in his garden on a blanket. A pleasant silence surrounded you, with the soft accompaniment of crickets. Despite the darkness, Steve was lying close enough to you that he could easily see your dreamy face gazing at the shining dots in the sky. A few strands of hair fell on your cheeks as the rest spread chaotically on the blanket. Under the excuse of brushing them away from your face, he gently ran his fingers over your skin. For a long time he had been catching every possible opportunity to touch you. You were beautiful. Steve knew it from the moment he first saw you outside Robin's house. You and Buckley had been neighbors and best friends for years, so when he began a friendship with her, she brought you into his life as a package. It didn't take you long to become friends. In addition, you all shared the trauma of fighting monsters from the Upside Down, and this brought you all closer together than anything else in the world. Despite the fact that you were from two different worlds a thread of understanding formed between you that was stronger than all other adversities. The closer he got to know you, the more he couldn't fight the feelings that grew stronger and stronger. However, not wanting to destroy your friendship, he kept repeating to himself that it was just an innocent crush with which it was better not to do anything more. He was firmly convinced that your relationship was platonic with a capital P just like with Robin. You thought exactly the same. You were lying like that next to each other, both unaware of your feelings, wondering if there was a path written in the stars that you could follow together.

Mondays at Family Video were the worst. The monotonous laying out of new movies on the shelves, accepting returns after weekend rentals, and abrasive customers were like a massive punch in the face after the carefree weekend you usually spent together. This one hurt especially. Every now and then Steve would think back to the evening under the stars. To how your quiet and calm voice rang through the garden talking about the stars and your grandfather, or how you laughed at his every joke, even the worst ones. You never let him feel pushed away. You were always the one who listened to his every word and didn't ignore him. He thought about how your eyes sparkled when looking at him and your smile that practically never disappeared. He didn't realize that he was the one causing it.

"Earth to Harrington! Where are you wandering?" Robin's voice brought him back to reality.

"Somewhere between the stars." he replied, smiling to himself. His answer made him feel warm in his heart thinking that you would understand and appreciate this innocent line.

"In that case, go back to our orbit because I have no intention of correcting the wrong tapes after you once again!" she rolled her eyes. Ignoring her words, he continued his daydreaming lazily walking between the shelves on which he put away the plastic boxes. Just as he was almost finishing his rounds, a bell sounded in the store, signaling the arrival of a customer. He reluctantly turned toward the door, but as soon as he saw you standing in it a broad smile appeared on his face. Immediately behind you he spotted Dustin and Will.

"How did we deserve your presence on this beautiful Monday morning?" asked Robin sarcastically, leaning over the counter as you, Steve and the boys approached her.

"I'm bringing gifts!" you replied lifting up a paper bag. "My mom and I were baking cookies and I thought you could use a little sweetening," you said.

"And we wanted to rent a movie." Dustin added, and he and the young Bayers headed for the science fiction section. After defeating Vecna, Joyce, along with her sons and El, returned to Hawkins. Together with Hopper, they moved into a large house on the outskirts of town.

"As for the sweetness I think for Harrington your presence here is enough, so all the cookies are for me!" Robin snatched the bag from your hand.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, ignoring her comment. You didn't dare to look at him however, if you did you would have noticed the blush coating his face. Every time Robin somehow commented that there could be something more between the two of you, you both ignored her letting her words hang between you. Embarrased, he quickly turned away from you by stepping behind the counter and began pretending to look for something on the computer.

"What are you doing for the weekend?" you asked breaking the silence.

"I don't have any plans, do you Steve?"

"Neither." he replied quickly still not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Robin do you remember my grandfather?" you continued.

"Grandpa Dave? Of course I do, he was the best old man in the world!"

"And you Steve remember the last time I told you about him?"

"Uh, sure." Finally, his gaze landed on you. Robin was right, the sight of you was sweet enough for him.

"I found his favorite book about the stars. What's more, I read in the newspaper that Saturday is supposed to be the night of shooting stars! I thought maybe we could meet and try to look for some constellations? Maybe we can read something interesting, and then just watch them fall thinking some silly wishes?" you suggested. Steve agreed without a second thought. Another night spent with you under the starry sky? He couldn't have dreamed up a more perfect evening. He was sure that at least half of his wishes would not be silly at all, because they would involve you.

"Can we come too?" interjected Dustin. "I'll bring my telescope!" he offered.

"We can do it at my place! El, Mom and Hopper are going somewhere for the weekend so, I'll be home alone with Jonathan and Argyle. Our new garden is so big that we'll all fit in without a problem!"

"Argyle is coming?" you asked.

"Yes, he will stay with us for two weeks," said Jonathan.

"Cool, I missed him." you said smiling, and Steve tried to hold back a gentle sting of jealousy.

"So what? Are you coming?" Will looked at the three of you with hope in his eyes. He knew perfectly well that you would not be able to refuse him.

"I'll definitely be there," you said, gently combing the boy's hair.

"Then so will we." Robin replied while biting into a cookie. "Damn y/n! tell your mom that if she goes on like this with her cooking I'll live in your kitchen, it's delicious!" She commented.

Only the muffled sounds of your voices reached Steve, because from that moment on his thoughts were focused only on what Saturday night would look like. There were endless scenarios running through his head, and in each of them the main role was played by you.

The week passed you by counting down to Saturday. The days stretched on mercilessly as if fate deliberately wanted to spite you by adding seconds to every minute. Steve, unable to wait, was already in the parking lot outside Robin's house way too early. Knocking on her door, he received no answer. Not knowing what to do with himself, he started looking around the neighborhood. Small single-family houses that looked the same stretched along the sidewalk. The neighborhood was one of the quiet ones, from time to time you could hear dogs barking or conversations of people tending their small gardens.

"Steve?" your voice made his heart beat faster. "I thought we still had some time."

"Oh, because we do, but I was bored at home so I thought I'd stop by early, but apparently Robin had something else to take care of." he laughed nervously.

"In that case, you're welcome to join us!" the woman standing next to you interjected. She was of medium height, and her face seemed very familiar to him. Only when he saw that she was dressed in a cleaning lady's apron did he recall her from the school corridors.

"Oh, s-sure." You replied quietly. Although you had been friends for a long time Steve had never been to your house. Compared to where he lived, your little house seemed quite poor. You never thought of him as a person who would judge people by their possessions nevertheless you were overcome with a strange anxiety at the thought that he would see how you lived. You were afraid that it would reach him how different your worlds were.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Steve." added the woman, letting you inside. "My daughter keeps talking about you, but I've never been able to talk her into bringing you here!" she laughed warmly.

"Mom!" you exclaimed feeling the fire flood your cheeks.

"What? I guess it's normal to want to meet the boy you spend every possible moment with?"

"Also nice to meet you Ms. y/l/n" he interrupted you shaking hands with the your mother.

"I-I'm going to go get ready." You replied quickly running off to your room. You couldn't bear his gaze on you a moment longer. What you didn't think through was that you had just left him completely alone with your mother, who was never one of the quietest.

"I wasn't expecting guests, so unfortunately I don't have any cake prepared, but I'd love to treat you with some homemade lemonade!" meanwhile, your mom and Steve sat down in the living room, which was connected to the kitchen.

"Thank you." he replied while grabbing a glass with a cold drink. The lemonade was delicious.

"I'm really glad I finally got to meet you. Except for Robin, she never really brings anyone home." the woman sighed, sitting down across from the boy at the table and she sent him a sad smile. Your mother worked very hard to provide you with everything you needed, however, on a cleaning lady's salary it was hard to support the two of you, so while you were still in high school you started working in the city library wanting to ease her burden a little.

"I like it here very much." he replied honestly.

"You are a very nice young man Steve. I'll be honest and admit that I remembered you a little differently from my school days." the woman giggled, making a wave of shame wash over him all over him at the memory of the years when he acted like a complete asshole. He didn't want anyone to remember that, especially your mother.

"Things have changed a bit since then." He replied while taking a sip of lemonade. "It's delicious!" he very much wanted to change the subject. At that moment, as if on cue, a knock sounded on the door in which Robin appeared a moment later.

"Good afternoon!" She walked up to your mother hugging her. "I saw Steve's car so I thought I'd find him here," she said.

"You've come to the right place, will you have some lemonade with us?"

"Of course!"

When you left the room you found all three of them at the kitchen table. They were so engrossed in conversation that they didn't even notice when you entered the room.

"We can go." you said nervously pressing the book to your chest. Robin and Steve sipped their lemonades and, thanking your mother, headed for the exit. In silence you got into the car and drove towards Will's house on the way taking Dustin and Mike with you.

When you arrived the orange tones of sunset were painted in the sky. Immediately after greeting everyone, you started spreading blankets on the ground around the place Jonathan had prepared for the bonfire. The garden was indeed huge and very well cared for. Joyce must have spent hours there to keep everything in such order. Steve and Argyle lit the bonfire and you, along with Robin and Dustin, prepared the snacks. When everything was ready you took your places on the blankets waiting for it to get dark enough for the stars to be visible. The warm light from the campfire fell on a book from which you read various interesting facts about space and the stars. You all watched the photos showing various constellations trying to find them above you.

None of you would have thought that simple looking at the sky could bring you so much joy. As you read about each of the constellations your voice was soft and quiet, as if enchanted. Steve had the impression that you were actually casting spells causing him to be unable to take his eyes off you. He thought he could sit like that in Hopper's garden listening to your words for the rest of his life. As one o'clock approached you closed the book announcing that you had read that the stars would begin to fall between one and two. Even though it was summer, nights in Hawkins were always accompanied by a chilly wind and even the warmth of the campfire couldn't combat that. Seeing you wrap your arms tightly around yourself to keep warm, Steve wordlessly went to the car trunk, where he had an extra sweatshirt. Returning he threw it gently over your shoulders and took a seat right next to you. You sent him a gentle smile in gratitude. The sweatshirt smelled like him. The smell of the familiar cologne spread through your nostrils making you feel like drowning in it. You had always associated this scent with safety.

"Look! Here we go!" shouted Dustin pointing his finger at the sky. Seeing the white streaks in the sky, all conversations quieted down. Everyone fell silent for a moment, believing that stars really do have the magical power to make dreams come true. Seeing the first falling star you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Your wish was simple. Still intoxicated by his scent, you asked that one day the warmth you felt would be due to his arms instead of his sweatshirt. Steve, on the other hand, wondered how to convince all the stars of the world to guide your relationship to a whole new place. A place full of warmth and love.

After a long while, you returned to talking. Argyle, as usual, entertained you with his colorful stories about what kinds of things he happened to see recently in a not necessarily sober state. Meanwhile, Will and Mike left for the other end of the garden. Together with Robin and Steve, you watched as they fiercely discussed something when, after a while, their fingers began to awkwardly and slowly intertwine.

"I knew from the beginning that there was something between them." Robin said.

"Strange right?" Steve laughed.

"Will deserves to be happy, I hope Mike doesn't break his heart, or else I think I'll break his nose." you added.

"I hope they won't have too much trouble through all this. The residents of Hawkins can be...cruel."

"If they are like that, we will definitely have more noses to break." Steve said, imitating the motion of throwing a punch.

"I wish it were different..." sighed Robin laying her head on your shoulder.

"I know, Ro." you replied. "Love is a bridge, not a wall if we let it be..." At the sound of those words, Harrington's heart did a flip. There was hope in him that if he let his feelings come out they would build a bridge straight to your heart.

"I wish other people had the same opinion," she said.

"If you ever decide to tell others, remember that in your case, in addition to their noses, it will also break their ribs." You squeezed her hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." a silence fell between them as they both led you away with their eyes.

"When are you finally going to do something about it Steve?" asked Robin interrupting it.

"What are you talking about?" he tried to pretend to be surprised.

"You can fool everyone around you, you can fool yourself, but you can't fool me." She rolled her eyes. "Take her somewhere, finally take a step forward before it's too late!" Too late? at the very thought that he could lose you made him weak.

"What if she says no?"

"Hell would sooner freeze over than she would say no to you. This girl without a second thought jumped into an icy lake after you in the middle of the night and went through a portal to another dimension, and you think she would refuse to go out on a date with you? Sometimes you're really stupid."

"Robin is right." At the sound of Dustin's voice, they both jumped up. "You should have done something about it a long time ago."

"Jesus, Henderson! Didn't anyone teach you not to overhear?" asked an annoyed Steve.

"Actually, you're talking loud enough that we can all hear it." laughed Jonathan.

"Yeah my dude." Argyle nodded. "When you're next to each other I see those little hearts, just like in the cartoons!"

"Then maybe it's time to cut down on smoking?"

"Never."

Steve shook his head. On the one hand, he felt a little embarrassed that everyone knew about his feelings, but he was glad they were cheering him on. Feeling a surge of courage when he saw you coming back to them he moved with a determined step so as to meet you halfway.

"Hi." You said standing in front of him.

"Hi." He smiled. "You look good in that sweatshirt."

"Oh, thank you." You giggled wrapping the cloth around you. Steve felt his heart melt.

"Listen, uh-" he began stammering. You only die once. He thought. "Maybe you'd like to have dinner with me on Friday? Just the two of us? Like... Like a date."

At first you had the impression that you had misheard. Later, though, you thought it was a dream. And if it was actually a dream, you never wanted to wake up again.

"I'd love to." you replied quietly.

"Really?" the wide smile that appeared on his face infected you causing you to do the same.

"Of course."

"I'll pick you up at six." he declared.

"Perfect. Now let's go back." You extended your hand toward him. When he caught it both of you felt a shiver of pleasure. Returning to the spot you still didn't let go. When in fact one of you had to let go to do something after a while your hands naturally found their way to meet, as if they were made for each other.

Around four o'clock in the morning you returned home. You stood on the sidewalk watching Steve's car move away and slowly disappear. Still unable to quite believe what had happened one last time before entering the house, you looked up at the sky.

"Thank you," you whispered, beginning to believe that the stars were on your side.

Another week in a row passed as he counted down the days, this time until Friday. At the very thought of your date a smile crept onto his lips but at the same time he felt his stomach knotting from nerves.

"I don't know where we should go, I was thinking about pizza, but maybe it should be something more elegant?" he anxiously said to Robin.

"I'm sure even if you took her to McDonald's for fries she'd be happy." she laughed.

"That's not funny," he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I want this to be a special evening. I want her to feel special."

"I know, dingus! But looking at the two of us, you're definitely the one with more dating experience!"

"And you've known her forever! You definitely know what she likes and doesn't like!"

"I know she likes you, Steve. You don't need anything else." He was already about to repulse her, but they were interrupted by the sound of the bell. Turning around, he saw his parents. It was definitely a surprise. They showed up at home once every few months and always announced themselves beforehand. This time was different.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nice to see you too, son." The tall man replied, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Have you heard about the charity festival that will be held on Friday?"

"Something has come to my ears," he said.

"The organizers are our business partners. They're a very nice couple with a daughter your age!" His mother continued. "And you are the lucky one who will accompany her."

"I already have plans." Steve couldn't bear the facts that, once again, after months of being absent from his life, they suddenly showed up expecting him to do everything as they ordered. He didn't know if what he was feeling was sadness or anger. Or maybe a mixture of both?

"Then reschedule them for another time, we need you there, Steve." his father's voice was firm, definitely one that did not take no for an answer. "Whatever else you have planned can wait."

"Please honey, it's very important to us. "

He fought an internal battle with himself for a good few minutes. "Fine." he replied after a while. Now he definitely felt anger. Anger at himself that he was once again unable to oppose them.

When his parents left, he looked at Robin. Robin, who always had something to say now remained silent sending him a disappointed look. She didn't have to say anything. He was disappointed in himself. The next thing he did was to call you and cancel dinner accompanied by a huge pain in his heart. The sadness he heard in your voice made him feel like the old Steve again, who did nothing but hurting people he cared about. By the end of the day, he couldn't forgive himself for the decision he made. He wasn't sure he could ever forgive himself if it turned out that he had wasted his only chance.

For the rest of the week, he spent every spare moment outside of work with his parents and their friends. All four adults strenuously tried to play Cupids. Tessa was not the worst. She was a very pretty and nice girl. She chatted with him all day about her life; within three days, he could tell he knew everything about her. She was the captain of the volleyball team and loved sports, so every evening she would invite Steve to go jogging together, which of course he agreed to. He was aware that she liked him, but whenever she appeared too close to him he moved a safe distance away not wanting to give her false hope. The former King Steve would have asked her out long ago. But King Steve was gone. Now all that was left was Steve, whose heart belonged to a girl that the former King wouldn't even look at, and even if he enjoyed spending time actively, he missed with all his heart the you who could trip over your own feet while walking on a straight sidewalk.

The festival was held at the Hawkins High school field. Colorful decorations and stalls attracted attention right from the start. Assuring Steve that you understood why he canceled the date, you promised to meet him there to talk. What you didn't expect, was that he withheld one small detail from you. That detail was his companion. Did he really tell you to come here just to make it clear that he wasn't interested in you after all? That the whole thing was one big mistake? In the meantime, Robin explained to you that it was the daughter of his parents' friends who did not leave his side. Every now and then she touched his hand sending him sweet smiles and whispered something in his ear. All six looked very elegant. The expensive clothes stood out in a crowd of modestly dressed Hawkins residents. However, as organizers, they had to look like this.

"He looks nothing like Steve." commented Dustin rolling his eyes. "I don't understand why he hasn't come up to us a single time yet. It's like he's ashamed of us!"

"Relax, you know what his parents are like, clearly he has to stand with them all the time." Lucas stood up for Harrington.

"Which doesn't change the fact that he could at least come say hello! He's been ignoring us all week and avoiding meetings!"

"The girl next to him is very pretty." El's comment made the jealousy you felt inside you grow.

"But she's not his type at all." interjected Will. You wanted to believe those words. With all your might, you wanted to believe that the beautiful blonde who looked like she was from a magazine cover was not his type. But you didn't want to fool yourself. They were a perfect match. Both beautiful and rich. She would fit perfectly into the Harrington world full of luxuries. It was getting to you more and more that there would be no place for you there. Suddenly you felt very small. Worse.

"Y/n you okay?" asked Lucas.

"Yeah." You nodded. "Are we going to get cotton candy?" you forced yourself to smile.

"Good idea, if I have to look at them for a while longer I think I'm going to puke," Henderson commented, and with a quick step he moved ahead.

Together with Robin and the kids, you spent a couple of hours wandering between the booths and attractions. All the time you fought the urge to go home and spend the rest of the evening in bed to the accompaniment of the saddest songs you knew. You didn't want to fool yourself that seeing him with another girl didn't make an impact on you. Every time they appeared in your sight it hurt more.

"The fireworks show is about to start!" El shouted clapping her hands.

"The last time I saw fireworks we nearly died." Max laughed.

"Let's hope this time we'll do without a fight to the death." Robin replied.

"Look who mercifully decided to move towards us!" You all turned your gaze to Steve, who was walking in your direction with his new friend. He said something to her, and she nodded. Later she placed a light kiss on his lips and walked in the opposite direction. As soon as you saw their lips connect you immediately looked away feeling as if fate had just slapped you in the face. This was enough of a sign that everything you had hoped for from your relationship with Steve was just an unrealistic dream. Unfortunately, you didn't have time to notice how he pushed her away.

"What the fuck Steve?" said Dustin when he got close enough to you. He wanted Steve to see his anger. "What kind of a freak show is this? What happened to you?"

"Y/n can we talk?" he asked, ignoring the boy's words. After a moment's thought, you agreed and walked toward an empty bench so you could talk in private.

"You look pretty." he complimented you as you sat down grabbing your hand. His hands were warm. The warmth that always gave you comfort suddenly became something you couldn't stand.

"Y/n I am so sorry. Let me explain..." he began.

"You two are a good match." you interrupted him feeling tears coming to your eyes.

"What?" he was confused.

"You and that girl, you look very good with each other." At the sound of your words he shook his head negatively.

"You know I want you." he confessed suddenly squeezing your hand tighter. He knew that this was the moment when he had to reveal all the cards, without exception. "A-and I know you want me y/n." You wanted him and his love more than anything else in the world. But if he really wanted to be with you, he wouldn't have come here with another, would he? He wouldn't have let her kiss him.

"Apparently the stars have a different scenario for us." the words struggled to pass through your throat, and hot tears burned paths on your cheeks.

"What if we rewrite the stars?" he asked.

"No one can rewrite the stars, Steve. No matter how much we would like to. There will be no room in your life for someone like me."

"Who can stop me if I decide that you are my destiny?" He knew well that with this question he would bring back memories of that evening when you lay together in his garden. At that time there was still no hint that your paths would have to part.

"I am not the one you were meant to find, Steve." With each word, you felt more breaks appear on your heart.

"Then who?" his voice was weak. It felt as if all the air of life had gone out of him. He desperately wanted to take you in his arms now and beg you to give him a chance.

"Someone who will fit into your world. Someone like her. Someone your parents will look at with admiration, not disgust." you said pointing your head in their direction. They had been watching you from the very beginning. Their son looking like a fairy tale prince holding the hand of a girl from a much lower class. Just like Beauty and the Beast, but this time, you felt like the Beast. You could read displeasure from their faces. "After all, it was for her that you postponed our dinner tonight, wasn't it?"

"It's not what you think! It was my parents' idea and..."

"Steve, stop." interrupted him. "You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide." you took a deep breath. "But I can't have you...We are bound to break and my hands are tied." You didn't want to listen to his explanations. You didn't want to look at him, you didn't want to see the tears in his eyes, you didn't want to see the sadness on his face.

"Y/n please." he whispered pulling you closer to him. Your faces had never been so close together before. Just one tiny movement was enough to close the gap between them. However, they were still the same lips that another girl had just kissed. The girl he had chosen instead of you. You forced yourself to push away from him and without a word you walked away leaving him alone on the bench. At the same moment, a beautiful show began in the sky. The colorful lights were reflected in a few tears that ran down along his face. The sound of fireworks explosions drowned out the sounds of breaking hearts. Both of you looked up at the stars that night, wondering how you had come to the moment you were in. Did fate really have to be so cruel?

For the following weeks you avoided all contact with Steve. With the rest, not only with him. You let sadness consume you completely and spent your days at work and then locked in your room. You started compulsively reading books just to occupy your thoughts with something. Taking in the problems of fictional characters was definitely a better option than crying your eyes out every day. Because of this, you didn't know that that evening Steve contradicted his parents for the first time in his life. You didn't know that he had broken off all relations with that girl. You also didn't know that through all this he had become a walking wreck of a person. He begged Robin all days to help him get you back, and when she finally agreed, he smiled for the first time in a very long time. Involving the rest of the team, they decided that they will help you to be finally happy.

It was another boring day at work when young Byers unexpectedly came into the library.

"Hi Will! How can I help?"

"I actually want to ask you something." he replied. "I've signed up for a painting contest, and the theme is space, so I thought of that night when we were all watching the stars together, remember?" Of course you remembered. At that time you were convinced that it was one of the best nights of your life. One that would change everything for the better.

"Of course I do."

"Maybe you would like to help me? Can you bring that book again and we'd look for some inspiration?"

"You know very well that I won't say no to you." you laughed. You missed them, so you figured this would be the perfect opportunity to get back to your normal life.

"Great! My place at four? I can ask Jonathan to pick you up." the boy smiled broadly.

"No need, I'll come by bike, a little exercise won't hurt me."

"Then see you!"

"Bye!"

You didn't think the tour to Will's house would make you so fatigued. As soon as you leaned your bike against the fence you quickly moved towards the door, which Jonathan opened for you.

"Wooo, Demogorgon chased you on the way?"

"Funny." you said breathlessly. "Can I have some water?"

"Sure." he said, heading for the kitchen. "Will! y/n came!"

"Coming!" Will shouted from upstairs. After a moment, he came down the stairs carrying an easel, immediately followed by Mike holding a canvas, brushes and paints. "I thought it would be fun if we spread out in the garden," he said.

"Sounds like a good idea." you replied with a smile.

Helping the boys with their things, you moved to the garden and set everything up. Jonathan, meanwhile, laid out the chairs for you.

"Have you thought about anything yet?" you asked, sitting down next to Will and opening a book.

"Honestly, no. Mike says I should paint the moon, but it seems a little too boring." he giggled.

"Hey, it's not boring at all! The moon is cool!" Wheeler defended himself.

"Sorry." replied Will, squeezing his hand. "Why don't I paint some constellation? And something that tells its story?"

"Let's see what we have here." You started looking through the book. "This sounds quite interesting..." you said handing the book to Jonathan.

"According to legend, the phoenix was an impossibly beautiful mythical bird that supposedly lived for 500 years. At the end of his life, he built a nest out of cinnamon bark and incense, where he died, some say, in flames. From his ashes, a baby phoenix was born. Death and rebirth were seen as a symbol of the daily rising and setting of the sun. The group of stars forming the Phoenix was considered by various cultures to be a bird. The constellation was called the Griffin, the Eagle, the Young Ostrich and the Firebird," he read.

"What about this one?" asked Mike pointing his finger to the page next to it.

"A mythological winged steed, created from the blood of Medusa killed by Perseus, who rode it to the aid of the princess Andromeda. After his birth, he flew away to Mount Helicon, inhabited by the Muses. At the stroke of Pegasus' hoof, he ejaculated the source of inspiration of the poets Hippokrene at the foot of the Helikon mountains. After his death, Zeus placed him in the sky. On maps of the sky, the figure of Pegasus represents only half of the torso with head and wings."

"It's great!" exclaimed Will. "I can paint him in both forms, as a constellation and its true form..." ideas were coming out of his mouth at the speed of light.

Spending time with them really made you feel better, Will asked you questions and asked for advice every now and then, occupying your thoughts.

"Hey, y/n would you help me prepare some sandwiches in the kitchen?" asked Jonathan. You agreed and went to the kitchen together. You prepared the food in silence, but when you returned there was no sign of Will and Mike in the garden. The only person sitting in a chair was Steve. Still dressed in Family Video's corporate clothes, he sat resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see the moment you approached.

"Steve?" at the sound of your words, he rapidly stood on his feet and walked closer to you. He had a feeling that his heart had never been so heavy before. The nostalgia he had felt all these weeks was tearing him apart, and all he wanted to do at that moment was to hide you in his arms and never let go, but when he extended his hand toward you and you took a step back.

"Y/n I beg you, listen to me..." You didn't answer anything. You waited until he continued. He took a deep breath. "Don't keep saying our hands are tied, I don't care about the stars. All I care about is you."

"But that girl..."

"I don't care about her too, y/n. You are here..." he said taking your hand and pressed it to his chest. "You are here in my heart".

"But us, together, it feels impossible..." you felt tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"Say that it's possible. It's up to you, and it's up to me." His voice hypnotized you. The warmth you saw in his eyes when he looked at you, you saw your Steve in front of you again. "If we're not written to each other in the stars, screw it, let's rewrite them, okay?"

"Okay." you said quietly. Maybe he was right? Maybe it was time to take matters into your own hands and fight for happiness? You were sure that every moment in the future spent by his side would be worth the risk. Hearing your answer, his hand went to your cheek. The gentle touch of his fingers made your whole body go through chills, and when he brought your lips together you couldn't hold back a smile. Feeling this, he himself began to smile. In that moment you felt that you were in the right place, at the right time, and more importantly with the right person.

Even though you were from two different worlds, you knew that from that moment on you would rewrite all of the stars and change the world to be yours.

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May and June 2023 Polyam Shipping Day roundup

Hi everyone - it's been a hectic past few months and we missed our May roundup, so here is the roundup for May and June for Polyam Shipping Day.

We had nine works for the month of June across eight fandoms, and 3 works for the month of May across 3 fandoms. All are linked below:

Boy Meets World: Trust Me (fanfic) by The_Lavender_Creator, ughdotcom (angela moore x cory matthews x shawn hunter x topanga lawrence-matthews)

Far Cry 5: Trusting Them (fanfic) by AutisticWriter (deputy x joey hudson x staci pratt)

Final Fantasy XIV: Clearing The Air (fanfic) by @theoreticalconstruct (thancred waters x urianger augurelt x warrior of light x y'shtola rhul)

Kamen Rider Geats: patiens (fanfic) by @flaim-ita (azuma michinaga x kurama neon x sakurai keiwa x ukiyo ace)

Kamen Rider Geats: The Star of the Stars of the Stars and His Co-Stars (fanfic) by @merryfortune (azuma michinaga x kurama neon x sakurai keiwa x ukiyo ace)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint: The Remaining Stars (fanfic) by@xnicowritesx (han sooyoung x kim dokja x yoo joonghyuk)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint: Trust During the Apocalypse (fanfic) by @xnicowritesx (han sooyoung x kim dokja x yoo joonghyuk x yoo sangah)

Sense8: You Have Us (fanfic) by ughdotcom (kala dandekar x rajan rasal x wolfgang bogdanow)

Sense8: will you touch me like you love me? (fanfic) by @heavensenthale (kala dandekar x rajan rasal x wolfgang bogdanow)

Sonic the Hedgehog: Trust (fanfic) by @sonysakura (amy rose x shadow the hedgehog x sonic the hedgehog)

Stargate SG-1: the journey home (fanfic) by @nonbinaryezrabridger (daniel jackson x sam carter x teal'c)

Ultimate Spiderman: stars (art) by @rolaplayor101 (danny rand x peter parker x sam alexander)

Thanks to everyone who took part this month!

Gentle reminder that if you want your fanwork to be included in the roundup it needs to either be submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official ao3 collection, and if not uploaded on the day in question let us know what prompt it’s for. And if we've missed any items please send us a note and let us know.

#PolyamShippingDay #roundup post #modposts #prompt: trust #prompt: stars

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miyamorana · 8 months

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August Fic Recs

Here are the fics that I’ve really liked this past month. All of these are complete. Enjoy!

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia (4), Boku no Hero Academia/Encanto Crossover (1), Hades/Harry Potter Crossover (1), Harry Potter (1), Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms (1), Sense8 (1), Stranger Things (1)

Find July’s Recs here or browse my fanfic recs tag.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: Matchmaker Matchmaker (Gonna Match Him A Man) Author: RayShippouUchiha Pairing: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Midoriya Izuku Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 5,083 Summary: “You did what?” Naomasa eventually rasps once he can breathe again.

“I don’t want my boy to make the same mistakes I did,” Toshinori explains. “But he’s a great deal shyer than I was at his age. So I’ve taken it upon myself to reach out on his behalf.”

“No,” Naomasa practically gasps, some strange mix of horror and glee in his expression. “Toshinori, tell me you’re joking. You’re trying to matchmake Izuku?”

Naomasa doesn’t wait for Toshinori to actually answer him.

Instead, he just breaks out into loud braying laughter, uncaring of the way everyone around them has stopped to stare.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: How To Decipher A Midoriya's Mumbles Author: whatagoodegg Pairing: None Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 5,459 Summary: step one: have a hearing quirk step two: try to resist the urge to tell everyone about the wild shit he says step three: profit?

aka: midoriya is in the habit of talking shit under his breath. its cathartic. he didnt think it was necessary to break the habit. too bad he forgot about the girl in their class with a hearing quirk.

aaka: five times jiro kept quiet about what she heard, and one time she didn't.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: Multilante Author: Starlight (Fandom_Eclipse) Pairing: None Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 13,660 Summary: Izuku was debating the merits of seeking out the new vigilante group that was on the news when he heard the list of known members. He knew those names. Specifically, he knew those because they were assigned to six of his hoodies.

He knew he should come clean. Maybe just stick to one costume, or stop being a vigilante altogether. Groups were treated much more seriously than lone entities, and he could get in serious trouble if they sent heroes after him expecting backup that didn’t exist.

A week later, he had characters designed for every hoodie he owned.

In which Izuku becomes a one-man organization, and everyone has to deal with the consequences.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: Foresight Author: akcugrai Pairing: None Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 66,396 Summary: Izuku's quirk is simple, it tells him exactly what he needs to do. It tells him to grab an umbrella and that afternoon it rains unexpectedly. It tells him to bring cash and it turns out the card reader is out of order. His quirk tells him to rob a bank. Well, might as well. - - - Does the name All for One mean anything to Izuku? Nope. Will he tear down the empire of a powerful villain who has been terrorizing Japan for over a century anyway? Sure.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/Encanto Crossover Title: Of Quirks and Miracles Author: Starlight (Fandom_Eclipse) Pairing: None Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 7,280 Summary: Mira-bella

So dinner was a total disaster and I ruined Isabela’s engagement, but on the plus side I found Tío Bruno!

He apparently spent the last decade living in the walls of Casita with the rats. So that's a thing.

Midori129

I’m sorry, he *what*

When Abuela's quirk starts to fail, Mirabel asks for help on an online quirk forum. She receives it in the form of a certain Midoriya Izuku. Neither are entirely prepared for what's about to happen, but at least they'll have a friend with them.

Fandom: Hades/Harry Potter Crossover Title: Littlest Master Author: The_Dark_Elf Pairing: Thanatos/Zagreus (background) Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 10,416 Summary: Prophecy was an odd thing, and the Fates not as all knowing as they had once seemed. Still, Thanatos was finding it difficult to believe this child would one day be his Master.

Thanatos isn’t entirely sure how he got a mortal son.

Fandom: Harry Potter Title: Left of the Line Author: JoWithTheFlow Pairing: None Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 18,646 Summary: It started, as many things did, with Cedric. They had been stronger when they worked together, a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, embodying the best traits of their house each and using them to fight and win against the spider in the maze. It had been the seed of an idea that bloomed in Harry’s fifth year—the Houses were stronger together. To survive, he needed not just bravery, but hard work, wisdom, and resourcefulness too.

It wasn’t just about him, either. They all needed each other.

Fandom: Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms Title: if you need, come build your home in me Author: yrbeecharmer Pairing: Nico di Angelo/Will Solace Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 326,495 Series: Part 1 of so collect your scars and wear them well (Words: 344,991 - Works: 4) Summary: Even though the world keeps falling down around him, Will Solace can't seem to help but keep growing up.

(A series rewrite starting with the events of Titan's Curse)

Fandom: Sense8 Title: I'll settle for the ghosts of you Author: FunkyinFishnet Pairing: Wolfgang Bogdanow/Kala Dandekar/Rajan Rasal Rating: Mature Word Count: 8,894 Summary: When Rajan witnesses Wolfgang and Kala embrace, Wolfgang lifting her up off her feet while smiling more broadly than Rajan has seen so fat in the few hours that he has known the man and with Kala’s happiness seeming to make her face sparkle, he thinks, “Oh, I *see*.”

Rajan thinks Kala really doesn't love him in the same way that he loves her, and there’s no way that Wolfgang can love him at all.

Fandom: Stranger Things Title: Never Look Back (A Breath Away from Heaven) Author: breakaway71 Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Mature Word Count: 5,000 Summary: Eddie summons a traumatized demon to his bedroom. It was an accident, but it might also turn out to be the best thing he's ever done.

#fanfiction #boku no hero academia #bnha #aideku #hades #thanzag #harry potter #crossover #percy jackson #pjo #half-blood camp #solangelo #sense8 #encanto #stranger things #steddie #fanfic recs

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destructive-path · 1 month

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hello. im ace!

22 y/o half black half white they/she raised by a screen, i yearn to consume as much media as possible. music, movies, shows, games, books… everything became infinitely more interesting when all information was at my fingertips.

feel free to talk to/ask me about the following,

movies: love lies bleeding, parasite, super dark times, portrait of a lady on fire, se7en, as above so below, the ritual, chicago, kill bill, cloverfield , alien, the handmaiden, bottoms

(i could go on, im open to discussing pretty much any movie im familiar with)

shows: game of thrones, what we do in the shadows, a murder at the end of the world, alice in borderland, over the garden wall, midnight mass, yellowjackets (not up to date), broad city, girls (hbo), lost, the office, pen15, rick and morty, high fidelity, doctor who (9th-11th), sherlock, queens gambit, skins, yolo crystal fantasy , sense8 , killing eve

topics: music, games, youtube, politics, gender, sexuality, creativity, race, queerness, palestine, fashion, your day,im pretty much all ears.

(don’t interact if ur a minor, homophobe, transphobe, pro lifer, zionist. racist.)

my commissions are open! who do i write for?

currently accepting any and all SAPPHIC smut/fluff/angst requests about the following:

- ellie williams (tlou)

- abby anderson (tlou)

- shane mccutcheon ( the l word)

- lou (love lies bleeding)

- jack (love lies bleeding)

- darby (a muder at the end of the world)

your intended request not here? no worries, drop it in my inbox anyway and i might just try to please u.

what i WONT write:

scat porn, age play, piss kinks, r!pe, race play, 3 sums (writing two people having sex gives me a big enough headache) , gun play, intense degradation/slut shaming (sorry folks not my thing) ect…if u have to think twice, its probably not the request for me

what i YEARN to write:

sub!top antics, poc reader inserts! (drabbles to fics), masc!reader, soft intimacy, evil alternate versions of well loved characters, firsts, desperate sex, a fic based on a song? or a poem? idk you decide, ect….i barely get requests so ill honestly write mostly anything anyone asks if i have the time :)

im not the best at being active but i love the creative freedom of writing whatever i want about these silly little characters i love so much. if you do decide to request, be patient with me! i am only human.

dont be shy, say hi…… - xx ace

#aces path

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bestshipsmackdown · 11 months

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Round One Masterlist

Side One

Side One: Group One: Round One

Mike Wheeler x Will Byers from Stranger Things vs. Caitlyn Kiramann x Vi from Arcane

Side One: Group Two: Round One

Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz from 911 vs. Naruto Uzumaki x Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto

Side One: Group Three: Round One

Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase from Percy Jackson & the Olympians vs. Buffy Summers x Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Side One: Group Four: Round One

Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa from Buddy Daddies vs. Shibasaki Aizo x Someya Yujiro from Honeyworks[Confession Executive Committee]

Side One: Group Five: Round One

Gimli x Legolas from Lord of the Rings vs. Reki Kyan x Langa Hasegawa from Sk8 the Infinity

Side One: Group Six: Round One

Perfuma x Scorpia from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs. Caleb Widowgast x Essek Thelyss from Critical Role

Side One: Group Seven: Round One

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth from Ace Attorney vs. Jonathan Harker x Mina Murray from Dracula

Side One: Group Eight: Round One

Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo from Heroes of Olympus vs. Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

Side One: Group Nine: Round One

Gon Freecss x Killua Zoldyck from Hunter x Hunter vs. KJ Brandman x Mac Coyle from Paper Girls

Side One: Group Ten: Round One

Adora x Catra from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs. Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Sophie Hatter from Howl's Moving Castle

Side One: Group Eleven: Round One

Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya/Joker x Goro Akechi from Persona 5[Persona 5 Royal] vs. Crowley x Aziraphale from Good Omens

Side One: Group Twelve: Round One

Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint vs. Dustfinger x Resa from Inkheart

Side One: Group Thirteen: Round One

Edward Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot from Gotham vs. Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams from Wednesday

Side One: Group Fourteen: Round One

Korra x Asami from The Legend of Korra vs. Magnus Chase x Alex Fierro from Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

Side One: Group Fifteen: Round One

Hiyori Suzumi x Yujiro Someya x Aizo Shibasaki from Honeyworks[Confession Executive Committee] vs. Eda Clawthorne x Raine Whispers from The Owl House

Side One: Group Sixteen: Round One

Lance x Keith from Voltron: Legendary Defender vs. Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley from Stranger Things

Side Two

Side Two: Group One: Round One

Rose Lalonde x Kanaya Maryam from Homestuck vs. Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows

Side Two: Group Two: Round One

Jack Harkness x Rose Tyler x The Ninth Doctor from Doctor Who vs. Will Parry x Lyra Silvertongue from His Dark Materials

Side Two: Group Three: Round One

Dean Winchester x Castiel from Supernatural vs. Wylan Hendricks x Jesper Fahey from Six of Crows

Side Two: Group Four: Round One

Luz Noceda x Amity Blight from The Owl House vs. Dream x Hob from The Sandman

Side Two: Group Five: Round One

Hikaru Indou x Yoshiki Tsukajinaka from Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu vs. Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

Side Two: Group Six: Round One

Troy Barnes x Abed Nadir from Community vs. Tara Maclay x Willow Rosenberg from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Side Two: Group Seven: Round One

Yasmin “Yaz” Khan x The Thirteenth Doctor from Doctor Who vs. Merlin x Arthur Pendragon from Merlin

Side Two: Group Eight: Round One

Fred Jones x Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley x Norville “Shaggy” Rogers from Scooby-Doo vs. Nomi Marks x Amanita Caplan from Sense8

Side Two: Group Nine: Round One

Imogen Temult x Laudna from Critical Role vs. Nana Osaki x Nana “Hachi” “Hachiko” Komatsu from Nana

Side Two: Group Ten: Round One

Michael “Mike” Wazowski x James P. Sullivan “Sulley” from Monsters, Inc. vs. Rapunzel x Eugene “Flynn Rider” Flitzherbert from Tangled

Side Two: Group Eleven: Round One

Link x Zelda from The Legend of Zelda vs. Captain Kirk x Spock from Star Trek

Side Two: Group Twelve: Round One

Gideon Nav x Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb Series vs. Laura Moon x Mad Sweeney from American Gods

Side Two: Group Thirteen: Round One

Marinette Dupain-Cheng[Ladybug] x Adrien Agreste[Chat Noir] from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug] vs. Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier from It

Side Two: Group Fourteen: Round One

Yang Xiao Long x Blake Belladonna from RWBY vs. Bugs Bunny x Daffy Duck from Looney Tunes

Side Two: Group Fifteen: Round One

@bracket-bracket x @thecompetitionshowdowntournament x @ultimate-poll-tournament from tumblr.com vs. Death[El Lobo de la Muerte] x Puss in Boots x Kitty Softpaws from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

Side Two: Group Sixteen: Round One

Todoroki Touya[Dabi] x Takami Keigo[Hawks] from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia] vs. Morticia Addams x Gomez Addams from The Addams Family

#round One #season one #masterlist #s1r1

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