#they’re all badasses and idiots in their own rights

[spatteringstars]

The SBI dynamic really is just;

Two badasses: one with a history and skill frequently forgotten to the demise of those who underestimate him, and the other so notoriously powerful he was likened to a god.

An idiot with a guitar (and occasionally the weirdest but oddly compelling stories you’ve ever heard)

An idiot without a guitar (but occasionally a piano)

#Sbi #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #ph1lza #wilbur soot #Two skrungles and their ever suffering “making sure these kids don’t fucking die” #like yes #they’re all badasses and idiots in their own rights #but generally speaking #there is a pattern #I kept being tempted to remove wils parentheses #but that felt reductive #But it is funnier without the () #mcyt

[rosepascal]

someday || Joel Miller x Reader

summary: You're sick and tired of being strong in this world.

warnings: angst/fluff, hurt comfort, tlou stuff so blood, killing, etc. The reader has some self deprecating thoughts.

a/n: I am once again using Joel as therapy. I could not survive the tlou world. As much as i would want to be a badass I would probably just cry a lot aksdfjl.

“Hurry up!” Joel snapped as you took cover among the bushes.

You wince as your knees scrape against the ground, blood trickling down your leg. Joel harshly grabs your arm as you hear loud footsteps approaching you.

“Where the fuck did they go!” You hear a man say.

His heavy boots snapping twigs as he walks. Joel would say he’s an idiot. One of the typical egotistical raiders who think their brute strength could solve anything. Joel’s grip gets harsher as they get closer. His other hand fiddles with his gun.

A heavy pit forms in your stomach. That same sickly horrible feeling that you always get when your life is in danger. Which happens often in this world.

You hate it. Hate what the world has become. Hate what you’ve become to survive. Shutting off all emotions so you can live. Killing people who are just trying to survive, just like you.

Joel springs into action, pulling out his rifle and shooting one of your attackers square in the face. Too wrapped up in your own head you don’t notice one of them fire at you.

“Shit!” You hiss as Joel tackles you to the ground.

The bullet whizzing past you. You start to apologize but Joel doesn’t care. He gets up and fires a few shots, letting you scramble to your feet and pull out your gun.

These guys are easy to take care of. They don’t bother trying to hide which makes them easy targets. Your brain shuts off as you put yet another bullet into someone, taking their life. Leaving them dead on the forest floor.

Once they’re all dead you just stand there. Reciting the same bullshit you tell yourself. You had to do this. It’s you or them. This is how things are now.

“Let’s go.” Joel says gruffly.

Not even bother to check on you before walking back towards Jackson. It makes your blood boil. Anger bubbling out of you with every step. You’re sick of it. Sick of living in this world. Sick of being strong and brave. Ellie calls you a badass but fuck what you wouldn’t give to go back to your life before the outbreak.

You’ve never said a word to Joel or Ellie about it. Joel, well he’s Joel. He’s the brooding tough guy. The provider. The keeps to himself kind of guy. As stereotypical as it sounds, he’s kept you alive so you owe him. He taught you how to shoot after finding you all on your own. Trying to make it to the QZ.

You know he’s lost a lot too. Everyone has, so what makes you so special? Why should you get to feel the way you do when it’s not nearly as bad as what some people have been through? The walk is silent as you approach the gates of the town. At least you have a bed now, a house with running water and food.

“Want to tell me what happened out there?” Joel asks as you get closer to the town. You clench your jaw and stay quiet. He’s not happy, he’s pissed. You fucked up. You don’t need him to tell you that.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” He puts a hand on your shoulder and you rip it off you.

“I fucked up alright? I’m sorry.” You stomp ahead of him, not wanting a fucking Joel lecture right now.

“You’re sorry? You could have gotten killed.” Joel won’t let it go, he never lets it go.

“Just fuck off! Okay I get it. I don’t need you to tell me that. Sorry we can’t all be like you.” You storm through the gates, ignoring the looks from the townspeople.

“The hell does that mean?” He grabs your shoulders and forces you to face him. His face turned into a scowl, like he’s trying to puff himself up to make him bigger, scarier. Well fuck him.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t fucking live like this. Killing people without even blinking, pretending it doesn’t get to me. I’m…I’m over it.” You shove his hands off you and storm into town.

“Hey!” Joel tries to come after you but you weave your way through the crowd of people.

Until his voice is drowned out and he can’t see you anymore. You don’t know how long you’ve been away. You just kept walking and walking until you found a seemingly abandoned house. You climb onto the roof and just, sit. Feelings of shame come over you as you think back to your argument.

On one hand it’s embarrassing to admit that you aren’t cut out for this world, maybe Joel agrees. Maybe he thinks he should have left you for dead. You promised him you’d be strong. That you could handle this. You were wrong.

But, a part of you is proud. Proud that you’ve finally gotten it off your chest. Keeping it buried for so long only made it worse.

“Hey.” You hand grabs your knife as you spin around and hold it up.

“Dammit Joel,” You mutter as you lower your hand. He comes and sits next to you. Grunting as he tries to get comfortable. He doesn’t talk. He tries, but he doesn’t know how to.

“I uh, I talked to Maria. Said she could take you off patrol for as long as you need.” You sigh and lean against the house.

“It’s not about patrol Joel. It’s…” You look down at your hands, playing with the knife as you gather your thoughts.

“I’m tired.”

“Well I’m sure its alright if you sleep in tomorrow.”

“No Joel, I mean I’m tired of everything. I’m sick of being strong. I’m not a strong person. I tried for so long, but I just want to be happy again.” Tears silently stream down your cheeks as you reveal your deepest kept secret to Joel.

"Do you ever think about what life would be like if this never happened? I think about it a lot." You admit.

“I know I promised you I’d be strong but…I can’t do it anymore. I know it’s selfish but..” You missed the world before all of this.

You don’t want to fight for every meal or kill people anymore. You want to wake up in a warm bed and have breakfast with your family. You wish your biggest problem was how boring your job was.

“It’s not selfish.” Joel says.

“I think about that too. I miss life before this. I miss a lot about it.” You lean against this shoulder. The two of you thinking of life before this, what life would have been if this never happened.

“You said you weren’t strong, but I disagree.” You look at Joel, waiting for him to continue.

“I think you’re plenty strong. It’s not weak to want your old life back. It’s not weak to feel the way you do about everything. Everyday you prove how strong you are just by being here.” Joel doesn’t sugarcoat anything. He doesn’t believe in sparing feelings so you know that he’s not lying. Maybe he’s not just talking to you either.

“Thank you Joel.” He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

His lips gently press against your forehead. Maybe someday you’ll go back to the life you remember. It won’t be the same and that’s okay.

As long as you keep going, one day at a time. 

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction

[bigboysteveharrington]

Robin and Steve getting roped into playing DnD but they show up with one character sheet for the both of them and the character’s a girl so Eddie turns to Steve and asks “What about your character?”

Steve tells him, “That is my character.” So Eddie looks a little closer at it and assumes he chose a girl so that he could design a character to have traits he’d find hot without any thought for how useful any of what he was choosing would be (and Eddie is mostly correct, but he doesn’t know that the character is the product of Robin and Steve compromising and working together to make one sexy badass lady that fulfilled their collective fantasy or that they had an extended debate about which of the sexiest weapon options would be the most practical in a life or death situation)

Eddie turns to Robin and asks, “Okay. Then what about your character? Did you even make one?” And Robin doesn’t hesitate to tell him, “That’s my character too.” And Steve proudly adds, “We came up with it together.” And it’s very clear that he and Robin are oblivious to how on edge everyone else in the room is while they wait for Eddie’s reaction to them doing the most basic task completely wrong because they’re both just smiling dopily and clearly think they’ve done a great job

Eddie sighs heavily. He’s on the verge of exploding and trying and failing to keep his voice calm as he says, “You can’t have two of the same character.”

And Robin says, “Oh, we’re not playing as two of her. We’re both the same character.” And everyone is just staring at them in shock not saying anything so Steve fills the silence with a proud, “We’re a package deal.”

And Eddie is using up every last shred of self control he has to not yell in their faces about how stupid they are, but he’s still obviously upset as he barks out “That’s not how it works. You have to make your own characters.”

And Steve insists, “No, we figured it out... On our own? We’re disasters. But if we could morph into one person? We’d be unstoppable.” And Robin adds, “We’ll roll and decide what we’re going to do together. It’ll be just like we’re one player.”

And Eddie doesn’t even know where to start, so he snaps, “Even setting aside the fact that you think you’d somehow become invincible if you managed to morph into one person, the character you two made doesn’t resemble either of you. At all. This isn’t you combining into some unstoppable force. Clearly, neither of you have any clue what you’re doing. Combining your forces is just turning you into two haves of one whole idiot.”

And before Eddie can keep ranting, Steve emphatically says, “That’s exactly what we are. So why split us up?” And Eddie stares at him incredulously, wondering how he didn’t pick up on the insult, then turns on Dustin and accuses, “I thought you said you got the Wonder Twins ready. You didn’t tell them to make another character?”

Dustin defends himself with, “They wanted to make their characters on their own. I loaned them my Player’s Handbook and told them what they needed... They called when they had questions. It sounded like they knew what they were talking about. I assumed they made their own.”

Erica sounds super skeptical as she asks, “Steve read a book?” And Eddie is shocked that that’s where Steve finally decides to draw the line and react to being insulted. Steve complains, “Hey!” But he knows damn well that Robin was the one explaining what the book meant to him. But still… that doesn’t mean he didn’t read any of it or that he was incapable of it. It was just easier when Robin took over wading through the technical terms.

Robin ignores Steve and Erica and focuses on Eddie as she insists, “Two halves of one whole idiot is better than two idiots that have no idea what they’re doing, right? If we’re going to be a liability to everyone else anyway, wouldn’t you rather there just be one of us?”

And she has a point so Eddie groans and reluctantly agrees, “Fine. You can be one character.” And Steve and Robin grin because they are far more excited about that and about the coming up with a character together part than they are about the actual game…

That is until they get far enough into the game to understand what’s going on and they start taking every choice Very Seriously. Eddie won’t ever admit it out loud, but once they start to get the hang of things, he does see the benefit of them playing as one person. Robin brings strategy and problem solving skills and Steve knows what to do with their character in a battle. Plus, they both have a lot of random knowledge on wildly different topics from everyone else in the room and sometimes that is a hindrance, but sometimes it’s an advantage too. And somehow they collectively think differently enough from the other more practiced players that they keep Eddie on his toes trying to be prepared for whatever they might bring up and then still being shocked by some of the choices they talk each other into and he ends up improvising a lot to keep up with their unexpected questions and choices and he hates to admit it, but it does add another layer of fun to things

#Another one I may drop as a one-shot one day #Platonic with a capital P #Platonic Stobin #Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #Eddie Munson #Hellfire Club #Stranger Things #ST #ST4 #Mine

[unfinishedslurs]

Established Stoncy (Eddie POV) (ot4 stoncy+steddie)

“Have you heard from Jonathan lately?” She asks quietly. 

“He’s been avoiding me as much as you, Nance.” He hears Steve’s hitched breath as she works, and sees her brush a soothing hand along his shoulder. Isn’t she supposed to be dating that guy they’re talking about? How can she talk about him with Steve so casually, like she’s not a hop skip and a jump from cheating on her boyfriend?

“I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Hey, you didn’t do anything,” Steve says, and there’s so much fucking love in his voice Eddie has to squeeze his eyes shut. “He’ll come around, you know that. He’s just got to work through…whatever he’s working through first.”

“I don’t get why he’s avoiding you too. It’s like…”

“He’s not. He wouldn’t.”

“He did before,” she says, sounding vulnerable.

“I think we all agreed he was being stupid back then,” Steve says. “Like, me level idiot, and he doesn’t even have the brain damage to back it up. He’ll talk to us.”

“That’s not funny.” She pauses, and Eddie can see her clinging onto Steve’s words like a lifeline. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

She stands on her tiptoes to kiss him on the forehead, and Eddie turns away, pretending like he wasn’t eavesdropping on their private conversation.

"I don't know what happened between you two but... I'd get her back man. Whatever it takes. 'Cause that — that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen."

Steve’s mouth quirks, and he looks almost amused when he glances at Wheeler. Before he can respond, the ground rumbles, and they both stumble. 

“I’m not the only one who sees what's going on there, right?” He asks quietly, gesturing between the two lovebirds. 

Robin looks…caught, all the sudden, like he found her putting itching powder in his underwear. He doesn’t understand it. 

“Uh, yeah,” she says, strangled. “They’re, y’know, umm…”

He doesn’t understand why she’s acting so weird about this. Maybe Steve and Nancy had a bad break, years ago, but they’re clearly still into each other. It’s not like it’s out of the ordinary for two attractive, straight—

Ah. 

“So, Nancy?”

“What?”

“She’s pretty,” he offers, and Robin nearly trips on her face. 

“Do you—“

“No,” he says, and glances pointedly at Steve. “She’s, uh, not my type.”

“Oh?” She asks, and then comprehension dawns on her face. She looks between him and Steve, and her eyes widen. “Oh!”

“Yeah, oh,” he says. “So, like, I get it.”

“Get…it…” She blinks, and then realization settles across her face. “Oh, I don’t—-“ she cuts herself off. “I mean, yeah, no, Nancy’s like, super pretty. The prettiest. And a total badass, it’s like, insane. That’s why I’m…crushing…on her.”

She winces at her own awkwardness, and Eddie nods in support. It’s always weird to talk about it so openly. But hey, if you can’t do it in a hell dimension with no people, where can you talk about it?

“Maybe she likes girls,” he offers up, even though he doubts it. You never know. 

Robin’s subsequent coughing fit is so violent both Nancy and Steve turn around to check on them. 

“Rob?” Steve asks, hovering. “You okay?”

“I’m good,” she wheezes. Eddie awkwardly pats her back, and tries to pretend it’s not his fault. From the side-eye Nancy sends him, he only partially succeeds. Finally she takes one last gulp of air, and stands up straight. 

“So, Nancy!” She says brightly. “Guns, right?”

She takes Nancy’s arm and scurries off without a second look back at him, which is understandable. It takes time to talk about things like this. 

“What was that about?” Steve asks, falling into step with him. 

“Nothing.”

“Right.” Steve gives him a look, which he pretends not to see.

Steve is on babysitting duty when the car pulls up to the extremely beat up cabin Eddie’s been forced to hide in.

They both tense, but Steve looks outside and sighs in relief. “It’s Nance’s car,” he confirms, and helps Eddie hobble outside. Eddie’s putting a hand on the bannister to balance himself when a vaguely familiar figure stumbles out of the drivers seat.

“Jonathan!” 

Steve is practically a blur running past him, slamming into Byers and spinning him around. Wasn’t he just helping Nancy cheat on this guy? How can they just—

All his thoughts screech to a halt as soon as Byers takes Steve’s face in his hands and kisses him. 

And keeps kissing him. 

And Steve, King Steve, definitely not gay Steve, kisses back. Full on holding him by the waist, pulling him in until their entire bodies line up. As if letting go would make Byers disappear in a nice little poof of smoke.

Wow, Eddie thinks deliriously, holding onto the porch for dear life. These painkillers are no joke.

Nancy comes out of the car next, beaming as her boyfriend makes out with a man right in front of her. A man she was clearly cheating on her boyfriend with. 

Unless he’s not actually her boyfriend. Is she a beard? Is she bearding Jonathan? Is Steve cheating on Jonathan with his beard? 

He’s starting to think he’s missing a few pieces to this puzzle. 

“Um.”

The two lovebirds break apart, and all three of them fix Eddie with a wary look as they register the fact that yes, he is standing there and has been the whole time, thank you very much. Byers is holding Steve’s hand like a challenge, glaring at Eddie like he’s daring him to say something. As if Eddie isn’t the gayest motherfucker in Hawkins. 

“Right,” Steve coughs. “Jonathan, this is Eddie. He’s cool, he saved Dustin’s life. Eddie, this is Jonathan. My…uh. My boyfriend.”

Eddie stares. Nancy comes up and takes Jonathan’s other hand. “Our boyfriend,” she corrects. “We’re together. All three of us.”

“Oh,” he says. This is awkward. This is so awkward, Eddie can feel the trees wilting in embarrassment for him. Maybe if he’s lucky it’ll turn out he’s standing in quicksand or another portal will open up beneath his feet and he won’t have to deal with this awkwardness anymore. 

Steve likes boys. Good! Great! It would be fucking amazing if he didn’t apparently have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who is standing there in the flesh, silently giving Eddie the biggest stink eye of his life like he’s ready to throw down if he says the wrong this and oh God Eddie still hasn’t said anything-

“Congrats?”

Byers blinks. “Congrats?”

“Yeah, man,” Eddie says, as if he wasn’t just trying to get Nancy to break this dude's heart for Steve like two days ago. God, that’s so embarrassing. They’re already together. “You’ve got pretty good taste. Your charisma stats must be off the roof.”

If he remembers anything from high school that’s definitely a lie, but a little flattery never hurt anyone. 

Steve barks out a laugh, Nancy rolls her eyes, and Byers stares at him like he’s grown two new heads. “You’re Eddie,” he says, sounding it out. 

Eddie spreads his arms. “In the flesh. Well, mostly. I’m missing some chunks of it.”

“DND Eddie? From Hellfire?”

“Did they not tell you anything? Harsh, Wheeler. I thought you liked me.”

“Wrong Wheeler,” Byers says. “Mike wouldn’t shut up about you. Two days straight in a pizza van after we got the news of what you’d done, and I was ready to rip my hair out.”

Aww, that’s cute. He honestly likes the kid, even though Dustin has been thrust firmly into the “favorite” category, on the basis of nearly dying in his arms and probably traumatizing the kid forever. He’s glad the sentiment is returned. 

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Steve snorts as he starts dragging his partners towards the cabin. “Did you notice he only started growing his hair out after he met Eddie?”

“Wait, really?” Eddie asks as Steve snags him by the wrist and pushes him in front. Like a long, awkward, queer train. Is Nancy queer? Can he ask? Are they at that stage in their friendship? Does that come before or after fighting monsters together?

Nancy laughs harder than he knew she was capable of. “Oh my god, he did! I didn’t even realize!”

“Uh, yeah, because you didn’t have to hear day in and day out from that little shit how much cooler he is than me. Dude, did you know they thought you were scary? You?”

Eddie’s touched, honestly. He put a lot of work into terrifying the masses. “I am scary,” he says. “I fucking shredded along to Metallica to stop a demon from killing us all. I’m more metal than I ever was.” 

“Yeah but you’ve also got those, like, doe eyes, man.” Steve waves a hand as if he’s not making every wire in Eddie’s brain short circuit, and tugs them all down on the couch. 

“I have what now?”

Nancy giggles, leaning around her boyfriends to try and poke his cheek. He snaps his teeth at her. 

“Don’t you know? Steve’s weak to big, soulful eyes,” she says, batting her own eyes in emphasis. Byers rolls his, which are also big and brown and kind of wet, now that Eddie’s paying attention. 

“Nancy,” Steve whines, “don’t tell him that!”

“Sorry.” She doesn’t sound sorry, grinning as she practically sits in Byers’s lap to give Steve a peck. He watches them with the kind of fondness that Eddie’s always kind of dreamed of having directed at him, and it punches deep. 

So Steve isn’t cheating on anyone and probably never will, which is a relief and also a bummer to some of the more pathetic fantasies he’s whipped up in the past few days trapped in this cabin. He likes Nancy too much to ever actually get in the way of her true love, but it doesn’t hurt to dream. 

“Yeah, okay, I have big ol’ Bambi eyes or whatever. You wanna talk kiddie crushes and hero worship, how about Sinclair?”

“What about him?” Steve asks, apparently oblivious. 

“Uh, how about the whole basketball thing?”

Steve’s brow furrows. “He loves basketball!” He protests. “He asked me to practice with him when he first started thinking about joining the team, we still go out and play sometimes.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie says. “And how about the time I said something about your fight with Hargrove, and he jumped to your defense even faster than Dustin could about how badass and cool and handsome you were?”

“There’s no way he said that,” he says, turning bright red. “There’s—no. Billy was going to hurt him, he was, like, fucking twelve or something, I couldn’t just…he didn’t say that.”

“Might as well have. That entire speech had me clocking the kid faster than you can say ‘touchdown.’”

“That’s football.”

“I’ll tell you what he’d like to ball—“ he starts, and Steve screeches. 

“Shut up, shut up, don’t say that! He’s a baby, what is wrong with you—“

“That ‘baby’ already experienced his first hangover, mom. Time for little birdies to leave the nest.”

“You calling me mom makes it so much worse,” Steve tells him. “I should have left you to rot.”

“Probably!” He says brightly. “But that doesn’t stop the fact that Sinclair has a crush on you the size of Texas.”

“Jonathan,” Steve whines, burying his face in his hands, “make him stop.”

Byers pats Steve’s shoulder sympathetically. “Sorry, man, I thought you knew.”

“It was kind of obvious, Steve,” Nancy agrees. “He does ask to play basketball a lot. Especially on hot days.”

“What does the weather have to do with anything?”

“Shorts,” Nancy and Jonathan say together. 

“How short?” Eddie asks. He should probably think about switching pockets, if he’s turned into this much of a masochist. 

“So short,” Nancy says. “And he usually takes his shirt off halfway in, when he’s all sweaty.”

“Jesus, no fucking wonder. And he can’t blush either, can he? I’m starting to think he’s the smartest of the bunch.”

“Well, Byers?” Eddie spreads his arms, ignoring the trepidation in his gut. “Am I everything you expected?”

Byers tilts his head, looks at him with a gaze that could cut through bone. Eddie has a feeling the guy is finding out what every single one of his organs looks like, and he can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing. 

Finally he gives a sharp nod, like he’s decided something. 

“I think if you stick around, the three of us are going to have to have a repeat of that conversation we had when I went to California,” he says, as if Eddie should know what the fuck that means. “You’re cool, man. Call me Jonathan.”

He blinks, mouth half open, and Byers’s-Jonathan’s mouth quirks. 

“Conversation about what?”

Byers hums noncommittally, because apparently their entire trio is bent on making Eddie’s sanity take a jump off the quarry. “A lot of things,” he sighs, and sends Eddie a wry little smile. “I haven’t exactly been a very good boyfriend lately.”

Eddie’s feeling magimous enough to be honest. “They think the world of you, man. I heard them talking about you. They…shit, they really love you, you know that? I think you’re gonna be okay.”

#ot4 stoncy+steddie #sorry for the ronance bait but actually robin is just taking one for the team #steve would ABSOLUTELY spin jonathan around like a romance movie try and tell me otherwise #this can be read as jargyle as well sorry my man isn't in here he's busy doing hot girl shit #(calling suzie 'sally' in front of dustin for shits and giggles) #established stoncy+steddie au #stranger things fanfic #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #jonathan byers #steve harrington

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

Bungo Stray Dogs Headcanons, but it’s only the characters that I think deserve more attention

I'm currently on a BSD kick, so have these headcanons while I feel ✨Inspired✨

I'll take requests for other characters, these two are just the only ones I have inspiration for right now.

Tw: Aku’s a yandere so yeah. He’s also kinda just a violent disaster of a person in general.

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

🖤‼️ I got one word for you, and that word is Yandere. Are you surprised? You shouldn't be. If you manage to catch his eye, he will kill to keep you by his side. He’s certainly a dangerous one, so watch your back! Yes, he will kidnap you. You kinda brought this on yourself by searching ‘Akutagawa x reader’

🖤‼️He has no idea what love is, actually. He just knows that the world is a dangerous place and he’s the only one strong enough to protect you. It’s going to be a while before he can put a name to this strange feeling, so just sit tight while he figures it out.

🖤‼️Gets a lot of advice from Chuuya, mostly. It’s not that everyone else doesn’t already know that he’s helplessly in love with you, it’s that they’re all scared of him. Chuuya is the only one who isn’t, and thusly he is the advice giver. He actually gives surprisingly good advice, despite his rather angry personality.

🖤‼️It’ll be a while before he trusts anyone else around you. Eventually, you’ll basically be an honorary member of the Port Mafia, but for the LONGEST time he refuses to let anyone else even speak to you. Chuuya does not give a fuck, and visits you while Aku’s out on a mission. Don’t worry, Short Ginger’s got your back. He’ll be your best buddie and wingman.

🖤‼️He has absolutely no clue how to socialize like a normal person. You think Dazai took the time out of his busy schedule to teach Aku how to function socially? Absolutely not. He was too busy turning Aku into the perfect killing machine. Aku is incredibly blunt and literal about everything, and he takes everything way too seriously. 90% of jokes will fly straight over his head, which is pretty funny in its own right.

🖤‼️Gin is the first person Aku trusted with you. She’s his sister, after all. You’ll likely become friends with her, which pleases Aku. He wants all the important people in his life to get along.

🖤‼️If you’re not already a secret badass, become one. Just trust me. Aku is very into that. If you suddenly whip out a gun and save his ass by shooting a bitch without hesitation, he’ll be hooked forever. He’ll be so stunned in the moment that he won’t be able to function properly. Remember that scene in season 3, episode 11? Where he just said yes to everything? Yeah he relapses into that.

🖤‼️Please validate him. Tell him he’s the best and the strongest. He needs to hear it from somebody he cares about. And maybe try to convince him to not seek after Dazai’s validation so much. Does his opinion really even matter? I mean, he certainly doesn’t seem to care about Aku.

🖤‼️He spends more time in the infirmary than out of it. This hard-headed idiot pushes himself well past the limits of what his frail body can handle LITERALLY EVERY FIGHT. You’re going to be spending a lot of time sitting by his hospital bed hoping he’ll wake up from whatever coma he’s currently in. Somebody needs to tell him not to push himself so hard, and it may as well be you.

🖤‼️Please make him take care of himself. Force feed him if you have to, but this boy needs a sandwich. Good gracious, he’s a fucking toothpick. There is no meat on his little toothpick bones. Make him bathe, too. At least make him wash his hair and put on deodorant.

🖤‼️No, he will not let you steal his coat. He will get you a matching one, if it’s really that important to you.

🖤‼️Aku opposes physical affection at first, especially in public. He can’t have people thinking he’s a softie! Eventually, he’ll warm up to it. Only in private, though. Unless he happens to be jealous. Then he needs to show this other guy who you belong to.

🖤‼️Over all, probably the third most dangerous pick in the show. First being Fyodor, and second being Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. It’s not that he lacks power or ruthlessness, just that he has a very obvious issue that can be fixed with some hard work and dedication. He needs lots of validation, and to have some sense beaten into him from time to time.

Edgar Allen Poe

🤎🦝 Oh gosh I love this underrated mf so much- there really isn't enough content of this sweet introvert baby- Anyway, Poe is the sweetest, shyest little bean pole. I think he would like someone who won't abandon him at parties. *ahem* ranpo *ahem* He would also love it if you would read his stories and give him positive feedback. Please. Just do it. He deserves it.

🤎🦝He does have some… interesting… mood swings. Honestly, he can be moodier than most girls on their periods (i can say that, because I’M a girl). One minute he’ll be happy and cheerful, and the next he’ll be Tamaki-Amajiki-ing in the corner. If you don’t know what that means, go watch My Hero Academia. 

🤎🦝He and Karl are a packaged deal, obviously. I’m sorry if you have some deathly fear of raccoons (if you do, then why the heck are you simping for raccoon man??) but that’s how it is. Karl is his best buddie, and will be your best buddie too. Look on the bright side, you get to pet a fluffy raccoon!

🤎🦝You met during one of the ADA’s office parties, which Poe attended to show Ranpo his latest novel. Unfortunately, Ranpo is easily distracted and abandoned poor Poe within five minutes. Seeing the incredibly nervous introvert in the corner, you decided to talk to him. Congratulations! You now have a second shadow! Poe is so incredibly insecure in social situations that he will cling to you for as long as you’re willing to put up with him, even if you’re also introverted.

🤎🦝If you like to write, he would love to read your writing! He’ll give you pointers on how to make your writing better. Y’all meet up regularly to discuss your latest projects, read each other’s work, and give each other tips and ideas.

🤎🦝He is WAY too shy to confess to you on his own. He writes so many letters, but never has the courage to send them. He also practices with Karl daily, and still can’t handle the pressure. Somebody please help him-

🤎🦝He tries to ask Ranpo for advice (probably a bad idea) and Ranpo outs him immediately. (“Oh, you’re crushing on y/n, aren’t you?”) Ranpo advises him to just confess already. The World’s Greatest Detective definitely already knows that you’re crushing on Poe. It doesn’t take a genius to see how much you’re pining for each other!

🤎🦝Cafe dates!! Library dates!! Anywhere decently quiet and calm. Poe really doesn’t like large crowds, so maybe no big social gatherings. He enjoys just relaxing at home and reading next to you.

🤎🦝Loves physical affection, but is so so so shy about initiating it. Please just grab him and snuggle him so he doesn’t have to worry about it. Hold his hand! Give him kisses, if you can reach! He absolutely loves to cuddle. With how tall he is, he makes a great big spoon. He could probably just envelope your entire body with his.

🤎🦝Apparently he’s also rich?? Not certain if this is canon (edit: it is!!!) or not but we’re going with it anyway. That way, he can spoil you. If you like to read, he will buy you so many books. You’ll never have time to read them all. Artist? He’ll buy you art supplies! Any other hobbies? Taken care of. Saw a cute necklace/dress/outfit/whatever? It’s on your doorstep within a week.

🤎🦝All in all, a phenomenal pick. Perhaps the best in the show (in my opinion, anyway). Yeah he’s super clingy and insecure, and has some interesting mood swings, but he’s still just a good lad who deserves all the love in the world. Plus he has a pet raccoon, and that’s just really cool.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd poe x reader #bsd edgar allen poe x reader #bsd Akutagawa x reader #bsd ryunosuke akutagawa x reader

[musclesandhammering]

The #GirlBoss movement in the MCU is extremely pseudo-feminist.

I could be totally off-base with this, but has anybody else noticed that here lately the mcu has had a slight pattern of making a few female characters ridiculously overpowered as well as turbo-hyped by the narrative and marketing…

This specifically includes Wanda, Carol Danvers, and Sylvie.

I’m in particular talking about how all 3 of them had far less time for character exploration and strength build-up than the majority of the other more powerful heroes, had fairly bland and uncreative personalities compared to the other more powerful heroes (Wanda was coddled by the narrative and not allowed to have any ownership in her wrongdoings which would’ve made her more complex, Carol was a victim of the “having the same arrogant attitude as the douchebro male characters is all it takes to make a Strong Female Character(TM)” writers’ mentality, and Sylvie with mary sue-ed to hell), and were generally made more about the cool powers and ‘oooh such a badass’ moments and the aesthetic than the actual depth.

My point is… they’re all so shallow and performative. It’s like the (mostly male) writers looked at the female character and scoffed and said “ok there’s no way this lady’s gonna become a fan fave on her own- we have to help her. We have to give her a boost. I have zero faith in women being able to gain popularity by their own merit (because who’d be interested in a woman, ammiright?), so we can’t just give her a compelling backstory and let that be it. We have to make sure she has the most tragic backstory of anyone on screen at any given time, and we have to make sure the audience knows it! We can’t just give her a specific set of powers and depict them in an interesting and unique way. We have to make her stronger than any other character she’s going to share screen time with and we have to have her flaunt her powers every ten minutes to remind the audience how strong she is! We can’t just make her intelligent in her own way and give her witty banter with the male characters. We have to make sure she makes them look like idiots and condescends them as frequently as possible so the audience knows it! We can’t just flesh out her morals and let her get things wrong sometimes. We have to make it so she’s always in the right and the audience should always be on her side! And even when she does something wrong, we have to make sure the audience knows that it wasn’t really her fault and she still has the moral high ground! That’s the only way we’ll ever get people to like her as much as the main male characters!!”

It’s just…. This is just rank with a lack of confidence in women. They approach the idea of having women front and center with equal parts skepticism and greed. They’re so out of touch with what women want in superhero films and just what women want in general. They fall into the trap of thinking feminists want everyone to know that girls are actually superior to guys, when in reality we just want to be treated with the respect and humanity and agency guys have always been treated with.

And by creating these female characters the way they do (making sure they’re not equal but decidedly better than the male ones, making sure they’re nearly infallible strength-wise, making sure they’re never allowed to be held accountable for mistakes) they literally defeat that whole point. They’re being extremely counterproductive to what feminists are actually trying to do, because they aren’t actually interested giving women genuinely good representation- they’re just interested in pandering to Twitter stans and casual female fans who form their opinions based on a first glance and girls who are so starved for rep that they’ll praise movie-makers for serving up rank crumbs.

They give us female representation but not really, just like they give us queer representation but not really, and like they give us poc representation but oftentimes not really…. Because (surprise surprise) the multi-billion dollar corporation does not actually give a shit about minority issues.

#this should not come as a shock to anyone #but unfortunately #I know a good many people who would be shocked to chagrin #young women and young lgbt folks and young poc stop idolising anything that gives you a crumb challenge #Omg Marvel Gave Us All These Badass Women!!! #babe most of those women are cardboard cutouts #Omg Marvel Gave Us A Confirmed Queer Character!!! #babe that was one vague sentence and then they did their best to retcon it by putting him in a heteronormative relationship with himself #Omg Marvel Gave Us These Cool POC Characters #babe most of them are side characters who get 3 lines tops 2 of which are used to build up the white characters #I’m just…. so tired #people are so shallow #negativity #marvel negativity #fake feminism #pseudo feminism #anti wanda maximoff #anti Captain marvel #anti sylvie #anti marvel #marvel meta #marvel discourse #argue with a wall #might do a longer post on this later idk

[rillils]

OK BUT THOR JUST ADORING BUCKY IN A BROTHERLY WAY AND BEING VERY TOUCHY IN LIKE A FRIEND WAY BECAUSE HES LIKE THAT AND STEVE, OBLIVIOUS AND VERY JEALOUS STEVE, IS JUST VERY VERY JEALOUS

yes, that would be it

NONNIE, MY BEAUTS, I FUDGING LOVE YOU 💕🥰💕🥰💕 you know, this ask made me grin like an idiot, and then I spent hours thinking about it, and then one thing led to another and it spawned this... thing? it's all kinda jumbled and unrefined, and I didn't give it a re-read so um. but yeah, you can find most of my ramblings under the cut :3

imagine if this is before the boys become a thing – they’ve been dancing around each other for the better part of a century, forever stuck in this relationship limbo because they are two big pining dumdums, with a history of trauma longer than the Nile and a deeply ingrained tendency to not talk about their feelings, and they’re hopelessly in love with each other, and also just. kinda hopeless in general. desperate to finally Make This Happen, but kind of at a loss as to how to do it.

after all, there never seemed to be a good time for this, right? they never seemed to have enough leisure and peace of mind to give this thing, this really important thing, the proper space.

but now, you know. now Bucky’s out of cryo, and their enemies are far away. there are no new wars in sight (shhh infinity war never happened), and most importantly, life in Wakanda has given Bucky the chance to find some peace, to rest, to take the first few steps of his journey towards recovery. so Steve figures, maybe. maybe for once the timing’s just right, and he can do what he’s been wanting to do since all his clothes were two sizes too big and his shoulders fit under Bucky’s arm as if the shape of him had been cut out of Bucky’s side. he can tell Bucky, and find out if Bucky feels the same way after all.

ENTER THOR.

and Thor, you see, he befriends Bucky as quickly and as naturally as he does everybody else.

Thor with the boisterous laugh of a godling in his prime and the eyes of an ancient soul; Thor who’s supposed to be the god of thunder, and yet beams as bright and warm as the sun.

Thor, who finds true enjoyment in making people feel good about themselves, and he’s always calling Bucky handsome, complimenting the progress of his beard, teaching him how to braid his hair the Asgardian way, patiently and eagerly, just like he was taught when he was a boy.

Thor is genuinely impressed by Bucky’s knife skills, the flipping and the throwing and the twirling – he himself was always more about power and momentum, rather than stealth and agility – but his brother, he tells Bucky with unsuspected fondness, his brother would find kinship in Bucky’s knack for sharp blades.

Thor never tiptoes around Bucky – on the contrary, he’s quick to sling an arm around Bucky’s shoulders, to slam his huge hand between Bucky’s shoulder blades with enough strength to generate a minor earthquake and make Bucky’s bones rattle like so many pebbles in a box.

Thor, who is a literal god and has the body show it, who’s battle-worn and fierce and still finds the time to pick wildflowers to bring as a gift for Bucky’s home, who owns two goats with super badass names (which then turn out to be the equivalent of Toothgap and Chews-a-lot), who could easily tuck Bucky under his arm and take him for a spin through the clouds with his magical hammer

and he’s gorgeous, and loyal, and generous, and a king amongst his people, and it would be so fucking easy to fall head over heels for someone like him

and then there’s Steve, who had only just managed to talk himself into confessing his feelings to the love of his life

and suddenly it’s like Thor is always there, and his hands seem to be on Bucky at all times – on Bucky’s arm, at his back, in his hair to weave it into lovely plaits – and Steve loves Thor, he does, but these days he also feels the occasional urge to bite Thor’s fingers off one by one

he’s jealous. he’s so fucking jealous it hurts. maybe he doesn’t even realize it at first, but then he recognizes it – this ugly feeling eating away at his insides, sitting unpleasantly in the pit of his stomach every time he sees Thor hover too close to Bucky for one second too long

and he hates it, he hates feeling this way. he knows he’s being unfair, to Thor and Bucky both. he can see how Thor’s friendship affect Bucky in the best way; how important it is for him, to have one person in the world who cares, who sees beyond his past and doesn’t resent or blame him for it; someone who values him, not just as an asset to use when the need arises, but as a man, as a person, as a friend

and Steve is glad, he truly is! Bucky deserves it all – the extra positive touch, the words of affirmation, the loud appreciation, all of it. he deserves to be surrounded by people who love him, who respect him, and he deserves to feel at ease with them, as he does with Thor

but.

but every time Steve hears him laugh at one of Thor’s jokes, or catches him listening avidly to one of Thor’s many tales, which sound better and more exciting than half the sci-fi novels out there, he can’t help but wish he were the one putting that gleam in Bucky’s eyes

when he sees Thor pull Bucky into a one-armed hug so easily, while he can’t even bring himself to take Bucky’s hand, look him in the eye and whisper the words he’s been carrying in his heart for so long–

when he goes back to their place – Bucky’s place – and is greeted by yet another trinket Thor brought back from his latest trip to this or that world, the number of them crowding every room now, like a constant reminder–

when he and Bucky sit together for dinner, or Bucky tugs him along for a walk through the fields, and the first words out of his mouth are “Thor told me...” or “Thor says that...”–

Steve is jealous. so jealous he can feel his heart darken with rot from the inside out, like an apple core crawling with worms.

and the thing is, superserum or not, Steve is only human – and one day, when they’re all together and Thor is being is usual, friendly, affectionate self, Steve snaps at him for no apparent reason

it takes him a moment to realize what he’s done, and the way Bucky’s looking at him... all Steve can think to do is stalk off to go sulk in private, and maybe let the ground swallow him whole

meanwhile, Bucky doesn’t know what to think – he’s surprised, and a bit angry, and very much confused. yes, Steve has been acting weird for some time, but this? this isn’t like him at all

Thor, on the other hand, he’s not half as oblivious as he may seem; he’s been watching for a while now, and he believes he knows what’s going on with his friend. so he takes Bucky aside and tells him. clasps Bucky’s shoulder, and with a warm, benevolent smile, of the sort you’d only ever see on an immortal being, he says, “I believe it’s time for you and Steven to have a conversation, my friend.”

and dammit, but Bucky thinks so, too

locating Steve is easy enough. Bucky finds him exactly where he thought Steve would be: sitting under the tree in their backyard, where they’ve spent many of their afternoons, reading to each other, dozing off in its shade, snacking on dried fruits and nuts as they sent cute cat videos and memes back and forth between them

he’s got one of the shepherd dogs curled up in his lap, and he looks so solemn and miserable, with his fingers buried in the puppy’s fur and his head hanging gloomily, Bucky almost feels bad for him.

he approaches calmly – he knows Steve is aware of his presence by now – and sits on the ground next to him, in the groove between the tree’s roots, which they have long since claimed as their spot.

It’s Steve who speaks first, a quiet mutter, like all the fight’s gone out of him.

“What are you doing out here?”

Bucky shrugs. “Came to see if you were fit for civil company again.”

He looks over – Steve’s chin is nearly touching his chest at this point, eyes trained carefully on a nondescript spot on the dog’s white fur. Well then, Bucky decides, if this is how it’s going to play out.

“You know, Thor says he fears he must have upset you somehow.”

Steve is quiet for a moment, but there’s something there, in the way his jaw clenches minutely under his beard, that tells Bucky he’s struck the right nerve.

“And why would he think that?” asks Steve.

“I don’t know, maybe because you were being an asshole to him?”

The tips of Steve’s ears burn red hot – shame, if Bucky had to guess. Good.

“You’re right,” Steve says eventually, sounding genuinely contrite. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have– I’m sorry.”

“You should apologize to him.”

Steve nods, “I will. I promise.”

and then it’s quiet again. Steve keeps rubbing his thumbs over the dog’s soft ears, silent, and it becomes clear to Bucky that if he wants anything to change here, he’s gonna have to make the first move.

“He’s got an interesting theory, you know. Thor,” he tells Steve casually, nudging Steve’s knee with his own. “He thinks you might be jealous.”

That catches Steve’s attention. His head snaps up, and this time he actually meets Bucky’s eye, stuttering, “Jealous? Wha– why would I, why would I be–”

But it’s precisely because he’s looking Bucky in the eye, that he can’t bring himself to finish that sentence.

“... Was it that obvious?”

He sounds so utterly mortified, Bucky can’t help a little smile there. “To some more than others. Subtlety’s never really been your thing, you know that.”

Steve sighs, leaning back against the tree trunk as tension visibly bleeds out of him.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. I’ve been the worst lately. I should have been supportive, should have been rooting for you making a new friend, and instead I went and made it all about me. I’m sorry, I really am.” He goes back to scratching behind the dog’s ears, avoiding Bucky’s gaze, hesitant even as he adds, “I just... could tell how much you liked him.”

So there it is, then.

“And you thought that, since I had him now, I would just forget about you?”

The apples of Steve’s cheeks flush pink, high and full across his cheekbones. “It sounds so stupid when you put it like that.”

Good, Bucky thinks, because it is stupid. Steve is stupid – a stupid, endearing, adorable idiot, and Bucky wants to kiss the uncertainty off of his pretty face so bad it actually hurts to hold back.

“I do like Thor,” he says, watching Steve nod pitifully beside him. “He’s a good man, or– or god, or whatever he is in the first place. The thing is, he’s a good friend, and good friends are hard to come by. But Thor is not the one I want to be with. He’s not the one I want to fall asleep with, or wake up to, or come home to when the day’s work is done.”

Steve looks up, lips parted, a single grain of hope gleaming in his eyes. “He’s not?”

Bucky smiles, fond. Either Steve’s just that blind, or he’s playing dumb because he wants to hear Bucky say it; but that’s fine, too. That’s more than fine. Bucky’s gone without putting this into words for long enough. “No, Steve.”

“But there is someone.”

Bucky snorts. “Yeah, there is someone.”

He scoots closer, until their shoulders meet, and slips his metal hand in Steve’s own, letting Steve lace their fingers together.

“There’s this guy, you know, a good pal of mine. We go way back, basically grew up together, and I might deny this tomorrow, but I’ve been holding a torch for him since like, forever. I even asked him to move in with me – twice now, if you can believe that.”

Steve’s head tips gently against his, nuzzling briefly at Bucky’s temple. His breath is soft against Bucky’s cheek, and their hair whispers together, silk to silk. “Did you.”

Bucky hums. “First time around, we were still kids. He got all stubborn about it, figured it must be charity on my part, you know, a good Samaritan kind of deal. Never even crossed his mind that I might be more selfish than that. That he was home to me, and I wanted to be the same to him.”

The gentle squeeze of Steve’s hand around his is worth a thousand words. Bucky can feel them press into his skin, I remember, rich with fondness for the boys they used to be, and We know better now, soft and grateful, and more than that, sweeter than that, I’m right here, right here with you, deep at the core of who they’ve always been – ubi tu gaius, my love. Where you are, there I will be.

“But he came around,” Steve says, and Bucky can hear the smile in his voice as he says it.

There’s a happy ending somewhere in this story, close enough that Bucky can taste it on the roof of his mouth already, and they can spell it together, same as they’ve been doing since once upon a time.

“He sure did,” Bucky confirms. “The second time I asked him, though, he didn’t put up a fight. In fact, he didn’t try to argue at all. He said yes right away, and I thought. Maybe we’d both had enough of being apart. Maybe he wanted this as much as I did.”

“He did,” Steve promises without hesitation, body turning towards Bucky, seeking his gaze, and there’s no way Bucky could doubt him when they are like this. No way he could mistake the truth in Steve’s eyes for anything but what it is.

“And now he’s here with me,” he says. “Living with me. Building a home with me. He cooks with me, cleans up with me, stays up with me when I can’t sleep. He hangs our laundry all squared up like he’s due for an inspection, and he keeps buying more socks than either of us can ever wear, and he makes a face every time this other guy brings flowers into our home, because apparently, he should be the only one who gets to do that.”

And there’s the bright pink at the tip of Steve’s ears again, and the way he blushes all the way from the mole on his cheek to the three freckles on his neck, the way he ducks his head a little, embarrassed.

It’s moments like this that make Bucky sure: this is the man he wants. This doofus right here, who looks at him like he can’t help but, stars in his eyes, and tries so hard to hide the smallest of smiles under his beard, but he hasn’t quite learned how yet. Bucky thinks he never will. And to be honest, he kinda likes it that way.

He cups Steve’s jaw, stroking over the dimple he knows is there, buried beneath the soft bristles, and feels Steve’s smile curve under his thumb.

“I know him like the back of my hand, and still he surprises me some days. He knows me, too. Knows all there is to know, all the things that matter. He just hasn’t picked up on how much I love him yet. How happy he makes me. How jealous I get when our dogs like him better than me,” he adds, tipping his chin towards the overgrown puppy currently in Steve’s lap. Steve chuckles, and if Bucky could spend the rest of eternity just counting the crinkles around his eyes and kissing each and everyone of them, he would.

“I gotta say, this guy sounds like a mook,” Steve teases softly. “Might be you’re gonna have to spell it out for him.”

Bucky slips his fingers in Steve’s hair, pulling him in.

“You’re a dick,” he rumbles.

“I love you too,” Steve rumbles back.

“Kiss me,” Bucky tries to say, but Steve is already there.

#anon #stucky #wakanda stucky #rillers scribbles #well more like rillers rambles lol #i don't know how this got so out of hand #but it's silly and it was so much fun to scribble xD #thank you so so much nonnie <3 #seriously <3 #this just gave me the opportunity to take my mind off of things and just kinda rant mindlessly for like 2 days straight #and i couldn't be more grateful if i tried #bless you nonnie!! #i hope this didn't stray too far from what you were looking for :3

[moremaybank]

being pregnant with yandere klaus mikaelson's daughter would include...

warnings: some slightly violent themes

klaus masterlist

klaus has managed to kill 3 of the ob-gyn's you've found

he cannot take any chances when it comes to you and the baby's health

basically tries to have you on bedrest the entire duration of your pregnancy

does anything to keep you happy and destroys anyone who tries to get in the way of that

like the time you two went out for some ice cream and a random guy tried to hit on you

"you're gorgeous but i can't lie, you're looking a little plump"

all you hear is "she's pregnant, you idiot," before the man is lying on the ground with his head ripped off

he surprises you with a nursery for the baby, and the week leading up to the surprise he threatened kol too many times to count

"kol, if you ruin this surprise for her, you'll find yourself daggered and back in a box before day's end"

poor kol, never knowing when to stop pushing klaus' buttons

one day he decided to compliment you, in his own flirtatious way

"pregnancy has you absolutely glowing, y/n. what would you say if i offered to help...enhance your glo-" and before kol can finish, his neck is snapped and he's lying on the floor

in all fairness though, klaus did warn him

once your bump grows, you begin to feel insecure, but klaus is there to squash that

“babe, i’m so fat”

“who told you that? i’ll flay them and hang their skin like a flag”

“no one said it, it’s just the truth”

“you’re not fat. you’re carrying our daughter in there. every inch of you two is beautiful”

when you aren’t feeling well he forces you to stay in bed

“but i’m not tired, i don’t need a nap”

klaus crouches down to put his ear against your bump

“what’s that, daughter? you think your mother needs to nap because she’s exhausted? i agree”

forcing and compelling people to stop at nothing to please you

“only the best for my girls”

rebekah tries to throw you a baby shower and tries to take you to a baby store to register for what you want/need

klaus shuts that down real quick

“i will provide y/n with whatever she wants for the baby. we don’t need to throw a stupid bloody party, all so these human invalids can buy her a bunch of useless items that i’m just going to dispose of anyways”

he has his vampire minions following you everywhere you go, when he can't be there himself

but if he can be there, you're never out of arm's reach

you tell him he's being paranoid but he doesn't care, he'll be damned if anyone hurts you two

one morning you wake up, and you decide you wanna drive to starbucks to get your favourite drink from there

cravings and all that

why should you have to explain yourself? you’re pregnant for god’s sake

so you shower, get all pretty (well to be honest you’re always pretty), you put on a pretty maxi dress that shows off your baby bump, and make your way downstairs, kissing klaus’ cheek on your way out assuming everything’s fine

right?

…right?

wrong.

he speeds in front of you

“and just where do you think you’re going?”

“…i’m going to starbucks, babe…”

“not if i have anything to say about it”

he’s the worst

but he’s the best ??

because he compelled someone to go get your order for you as well as your favourite breakfast food ??

and he brings you flowers with it ??

and now you’re crying because he’s so sweet

(damn pregnancy hormones)

but you’re an independent woman and you can do what you want, when you want, because you’re a badass bitch

but klaus is protecting the 2 most important things in the world to him

you and your miracle of a daughter

he kisses your tears away and you smile

“i love you, you over-protective fool”

he chuckles, shaking his head

“i love you too"

~

a/n: i’m loving these headcanons, they’re so fun to do😭 friendly reminder that requests are open!

#klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #the originals #the originals imagine #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries #tvdu #tvd universe #joseph morgan

[sunnyupsidedown]

Thoughts On: The Sunshine Court

by Nora Sakavic [goodreads]

Aka, if I didn't put myself on a social media blackout, these would have been my live tweets. Spoilers below.

Gosh. What if Jeremy starts to hate Kevin for not doing 'enough' to help Jean. That’d probably hurt him so bad lmao Though I don't really thing Jeremy gives off those vibes. He's too sunny.

Also, now I’m thinking of Jeremy being a very normal kid with a normal background completely unprepared to help someone with absolutely massive amounts of trauma. Like. This kid being like, look at my normal jock life and then suddenly is exposed to the dark underbelly of organized crime.

Like. With Andrew and Neil, Neil was already familiar and Andrew at least is familiar with how bad law enforcement is so it’s all a non-issue. Jeremy though… what’s his story???

Jean over here probably texting with T9 on a flip phone

Which fox uses T9, which one taps the number until it gets to the letter they want, and which one has a phone with a keyboard?

Have I mentioned that I love Renee? I feel like she’s often seen as an uwu good girl Christian. But like. She’s so badass. I think she said it herself that she’s a bad person doing her best to be good and you really get that with the “smile that doesn’t reach her eyes”. Fucking love her.

Okay the uni president thing is actually kind of funny. Because I work in an athletic department and it reminds me of when the president requested access to the team practice schedules so I was in charge of setting up an account in our messaging app with the instructions to grant him access but with absolutely no power to do anything else

Do you think Renee will put "Destabilized Evermore leading to its eventual downfall" on her resume when she applies to the Peace Corps? I know this is not how it works but....

We’re going to see the reaction to Riko’s death from Jean’s POV!!! I wrote a ficlet about this!! It’s gonna be so cool to see what really happens!!

Wtf Jean’s 19?!?!

I'm saying this like everything that happened to him wouldn't have been just as horrifying if he were Kevin's age. But like. WTF??? He's Neil's age!!

LMAO everyone wants to choke Kevin out

“You were injured in a scrimmage” DAMN. I did not expect that from Abby. She's so done with Jean's evasions

I was being kind of mean to Kevin earlier and now I’m going to cry. He was just doing his best too :( what can you do when you’ve been raised in the system?

Kevin, Neil, and Jean are in the idiot exy trio

It’s so fascinating to know that this was the version where Jean lived because you can see the parts where his life could have ended. Like if Abby left the pills. If Jean made it back to Evermore. If Wymack didn’t threaten Tetsuji.

The way that they’re (Neil is) playing 5D exy mafia chess is so extra 😭

Everyone really looking to Neil for their courage. Neil was brave so I can be brave (or at least follow him). What would Neil do?

Do you think the other exy coaches know exy was built on blood? Or at least that Evermore was?

Jean and Kevin in the corner at the party full of Ravens: They don’t know the extent of Riko’s violence

I’m starting to realize that Jean is a lover... [Redacted: This is getting it's own post because I have feelings about this.]

JEREMY!! HELLO!! I DON'T KNOW YOU. ARE YOU DEPRESSING TOO?

Jeremy is so normal. This is going to be so good. He’s literally going to be like “why did you say it like that? You know that’s fucked up right?” Call it like it is my dude!!

How the hell did they get the seniors on board with a smaller line up? They’re giving up a chance at a championship run... Ah.

Oh. He’s rich?? Jeremy is rich? With a butler? Is he secretly going to be tied to the west coast mafia? And taking Jean on will create a bond between east and west?

OH HE’S POLITICIAN RICH. Damn. You know there's blood money somewhere

Are you telling me that the sunshine court is a nickname between Kevin and Jean (and maybe some others? I don't remember if it was ever mentioned in the other books) for USC? And it’s typically called the Gold Court? Cause if so, they’re soooo starved

Do you think Jean knows (or remembers) how to use money? Since he’s been locked up in the Nest for so long? How many social norms has he forgotten? How awkward is he going to be relearning them?

Oh god. Jean found out from Jeremy! Holy shit I was not expecting that. Damn. Also. He's alone :(

Renee and Jean 😭

I’m so glad they talked about redshirting. I was SO confused why they could go five years when the rule is 5 years to compete 4 seasons.

Radiology equipment in their exy stadium?? Man I forget how rich some schools are

Watch Jean break out in hives the moment he gets on clothes that are outside the monochrome color scheme

Oooo Jeremy, show me your spine. I want to see him mad. I want to see him lose control.

And then I forgot I was taking notes because I was too absorbed. When is the next book supposed to come out again?

#the sunshine court #tsc spoilers #aftg #thoughts on #m

[ao3feed-twiyor]

Armistice

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nJfjB9N by hashira89 Peace is a fool man’s dream attainable only in a world of one or none, he has come to accept this now. But this—a wonderful daughter, a strong and beautiful wife, an adorable pet dog, a home filled with love and everything else good in the world—they’re not a foolish, far-off dream. They're very much real and by some twists and turns of fate along with some lucky decisions made, he somehow has them in the palms of his hands. And they can all be his. If only the choice is that easy to make. *** Twilight and Loid Forger are two poor men in a single body at war with themselves and each other. Caught in a struggle between family and duty, and between their own desires and the good of the world, what is the right choice to make? What is the right path to take? It's all a bag of nuts. Words: 1973, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger, Bond (SPY x FAMILY), Yuri Briar, Fiona Frost | Nightfall, Sylvia Sherwood | Handler, Shopkeeper (SPY x FAMILY), Matthew McMahon, Damian Desmond, Donovan Desmond, Franky Franklin Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Good Parent Loid Forger | Twilight, Protective Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Badass Loid Forger | Twilight, Badass Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Slow Burn, Idiots in Love, Denial of Feelings, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Smut, I don't know if I'll be good at making lemons but, I'll do my best to squeeze my writing juices and produce something, This fic is a labor of my love for the Forgers read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nJfjB9N

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #twiyor #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor forger

[farfromharry]

—Eddie Munson

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The angel and the devil - [ 9.4k ]

The two of you met at a halloween costume in polar opposite outfits. What started as Eddie being a gentleman and helping out a drunk girl, turned into a rapidly blooming crush. He believed it to be one sided after he thought you were avoiding him, but you were falling hard too, just too shy to admit to the guy you nearly puked on that he was kind of cute. 

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The two of you go on more dates together until Eddie finally gets the perfect green light to officially ask you to be his girlfriend. Spoiler alert, Steve still doesn’t approve. 

The dance - [ 2.1k ]

Who in their right mind would want to take time from their own prom to dance with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson? Answer: you. He was alone on the bleachers with the cutest pouty face and you couldn’t stand to see him like that, though he knew it was probably out of pity anyway. But little did he know you had had a budding crush on him since the second time he repeated his senior year. Now you were both seniors (again) and this might be your last chance to tell him.

Long live the hero - [ 8.1k ]

After Eddie almost dies in the upside down, Steve and Dustin need to take him somewhere that he can get help, only a wanted criminal can’t go to a hospital; so they take him to you. They’re not completely unaware about your history together, but they, nor you, suspected that history would start to repeat itself and you would find yourself falling for Eddie Munson all over again. 

I put a spell on you - [ 13.6k ]

Eddie stumbles upon a house in the middle of the woods that contains something he never expected. What happens next is a lot of crazy shit, that takes him on a rollercoaster of emotions. But what he got out of it was a pretty great girlfriend and confirmation that magic was real, and badass.

In another life - [ 6.6k ]

Eddie bumps his head after a fight with you and experiences two separate dreams of what his life could be like if things with you were different. When he wakes up back in your arms afterwards, he learns to appreciate what he has.

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Within a week, Eddie is sick of life on the run. He doesn’t like how he’s being forced to live, or the way his friends and loved ones are being outcasted by association with him. In an attempt to make things better for you all, and finally give him a rest, he decides he wants to turn himself in.

The rockstar - [ coming soon ]

Eddie Munson was the guitarist of a band you found performing in an old, shitty bar. You never expected or planned to develop an infatuation with him, nor did you think he would ever return it. But when Corroded coffin finally got big, you were right there by his side cheering him on like you always had. Until you weren’t.

Ozzy Munson - [ 19.5k ]

When paired together for a project you think it’ll be the end of the world, and at one point it feels like it is, but then it turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to you.

Something out of nothing - [ coming soon ]

You messed up one night and told your parents you would bring your boyfriend to dinner. The problem? you don’t have one. So in the space of a week you have to come up with a plan and find a willing suitor to go along with it, but what are the odds that during this fake relationship… you actually fall in love?

I love you, Edward Munson - [ coming soon ]

Your boyfriend was an idiot, the biggest idiot you had ever met. The belief he was a loser and a coward had broke him down so much that he was willing to risk his life to be a hero, only he didn’t consider the consequences it would have on everyone else if he didn’t make it out alive.

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There’s only one person in the world who had never considered Eddie Munson a freak; had never even uttered that dreaded word in relation to him, ever. He loved you for that, more than anything. But sometimes people say things they don’t mean in the heat of the moment and it creates a rift in a relationship.

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Eddie’s trying to navigate adulthood after a baby is dropped on him from a prior hookup. He tries his best for the baby girl and does well, things are made even easier with the help of his friends around him. When he meets you his life flips again, and although it takes a while to admit your feelings, he eventually ends up with a family he never expected he would have.

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[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Prompt: Ava, Francis, curiosity.

This one gets a little rough, fyi. TW for depictions of child abuse.

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It’s Volunteer Day at St. Michael’s, one of two days every year where the doors open and a flood of new people rush in to take the kids outside and do basic maintenance on the building.  The girl’s name is Lina.  She’s tall and badass with dark pink hair, a nose piercing, and a leather jacket with chrome studs along the shoulders.  Ava is fifteen, with gangly limbs that are useless to her and a crusty stain on her shirt from where Francis dropped oatmeal on her during breakfast.  

She doesn’t normally like Volunteer Day.  Though she is desperate for anyone to talk to outside of Diego (who’s great, by the way), the people who typically come in to volunteer aren’t much different from the nuns.  I.e. Catholic, stuffy, and too uncomfortable confronting the fact that disabled people exist to have an honest conversation with her.

But Lina is different.  She seems to zero in on Ava right away, picking her out of the crowd of hollow-faced kids and taking her for a walk around one side of the building.  She’s so cool.  She talks to Ava about music and facial piercings, and shows her the tattoo she keeps hidden under her shirt, an emerald-colored snake curling around a white rose.  She even tells Ava that she smokes, and that she tried to sneak a pack onto the bus before being caught.  She’s pretty and funny, quick to curse, and is vocally annoyed with the nuns and other volunteers for the same reasons as Ava.

And Ava is smitten.  How could she not be?  Lina isn’t doing anything groundbreaking.  They’re just talking, but “just talking” to someone isn’t something Ava gets to do every day.  Lina doesn’t treat her like she’s invisible, diseased, or only interested in prayers for her salvation.  She treats her like a fucking person, which shouldn’t be goddamn difficult.  

And it’s silly to imagine what else might happen, the future that could be if she wasn’t stuck in this place.  It’s stupid to think, even for one blissful hour, that Lina might like Ava back and want to see her again.  But she’s fifteen, and naive, and pent-up, and an idiot, so she lets herself sink into the fantasy for as long as it takes the other volunteers to fill their good deeds quota and declare it’s time to leave.  She almost asks Lina to stay.  She almost asks if she’ll stop by again.  She wants, desperately, to ask her if she felt even a fraction, a hint of the things Ava felt during their chat.  

But she’s not that stupid, so she keeps her mouth shut and tries not to look too obviously sad when Lina winks at her as they say their goodbyes.  She watches how the sun shines off the studs on the girl’s jacket as she walks away, and daydreams about one day owning her own leather jacket and kissing a girl with a diamond stud in her nose.

It all crashes down when the volunteer bus disappears out of sight, and Francis comes to take her back inside.  Ava can tell by the way the crone’s wrinkled mouth twists that she saw something.  She must have spotted Lina leading Ava away or watched them from a distance like a fucking creep.  Either way, Francis refrains from saying anything until Ava is back in her bed.  Diego isn’t back yet.  He’s probably still out playing with kids his own age, meaning Ava is on her own with the Wicked Witch until then (actually, that’s not fair to Margaret Hamilton.  Ava won’t sully her name by associating her with Francis).

She hopes that Francis will just leave it alone for once.  That she’ll do what she normally does and ignore Ava, but of course that’s not what happens.  The universe delivered her allotted One Good Thing per month already, meaning anything else was fair game.

“Does your sinful nature know no bounds?”  

This question is spat at her while the crone messes with her sheets, but Ava won’t lie down and take it without a fight.

“What are you on about, Sister?”  She responds dismissively, affecting a bored expression.

“You know perfectly well what I’m ‘on about’,” Francis hisses, stalking up the bed to glare into her face.  “You and that devil girl from the volunteer center.  Do you think no one saw your disgusting display?”

“What display?” Ava spits back.  “We were just talking.”

“‘Just talking’,” she repeats incredulously.  “Now you add lying to your list of sins today?  I saw how you acted around her, how she acted around you.”

“I was just curious about her tattoo,” Ava defends herself, which was the truth.  She was curious about Lina’s tattoo.  She was just also curious about everything else about her.

“Curious,” Francis mocks.  “Oh yes, Eve was just as curious before she doomed all of mankind.  You are a fitting successor for her.”

Anger twists and twines through Ava’s guts, and she is quick to fall back on her oldest and truest defense mechanism.  “Sure, sounds good to me.  Beats being a bitter, dried up hag who gets horny for an invisible old guy in the sky.”

As insults go, it’s not her strongest, but it hits.  Francis’s face contorts with fury.  Her hand moves too quickly to catch, but Ava’s head is rent to the side as sharp, stinging pain blooms across her cheek.  It stuns her, mostly out of surprise, but she’s so unused to feeling anything that it still brings tears in her eyes.

She stares back at Francis in wordless shock, all while the woman primly folds both hands over each other against her habit.  “As I have always said, you bring damnation upon yourself, child.  There is no place in His kingdom for those who choose to sin without shame.  If you knew what was good for you, you would pray to Him for forgiveness, but I know you won’t.  I also know that, one day, He will exact penance from you whether you like it or not.”

Ava won’t cry.  She won’t cry.  She won’t give this evil, old bitch the satisfaction.  She locks her face down in a haughty glare, refusing to give in until eventually Francis huffs, rolls her eyes, and finally leaves, locking the door behind her.

Once she’s gone, however, the tears start to flow despite all of Ava’s efforts to keep them in.  She sobs silently, and turns her head to wipe her face on the pillow as best she can (not very well).  The room is dim, with the only light being filtered in through closed shades, and she is thankful for it.  Thankful for the little bit of privacy it gives her to hide under her sheets.  Diego won’t be back until dinner, which is plenty of time for Ava to collect herself and pretend like none of this ever happened.She sniffles wetly, and shuts her eyes tight to preempt another round of crying.  She hates Volunteer Day.

#warrior nun #ava silva #my writing #writing prompts #major oof on this one folks

[margosfairyeye]

paper cut

(rated T, idiots to lovers, hurt/comfort)

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“Shit!”

Eddie looks over as Steve doubles over, clutching his hand.

“You all right, Harrington?” Eddie asks carefully.

They’re sitting side by side on Eddie’s couch (a new and improved version of the old beat to hell one they’d had in the old trailer, provided by the government along with the new trailer itself) while Eddie tries to study for finals and Steve leafs through his papers, providing such helpful commentary as “Wow, you really fucked this one up, huh?” and, “Don’t you think books should have a list of themes at the end, like a cheat sheet?”

Steve whimpers and Eddie jolts into action, grabbing the old first aid kit from the bathroom and sprinting back to the couch.

Eddie throws himself down next to Steve, not bothering to worry about how close he’s sitting during what clearly is some kind of emergency. His stomach churns, panic rising as he thinks about all the things that could possibly be wrong, batshit monsters included. “Shit, is it your bat wounds? Is there something here? Come on, man, you’ve got to at least reassure me you’re not about to keel over.”

Steve’s still curled into himself, which is a bad fucking sign. Eddie’s pretty sure that he got lucky with the murder charges getting dropped, what with the government interference and all, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to talk his way out of a second inconvenient supernatural death in his trailer with him present.

Plus, there’s the fact that Eddie is completely, depressingly, overwhelmingly in love with Steve. It would utterly devastate him if Steve decided to die on his ugly living room carpet.

Eddie has been kind of under the impression that Steve is secretly a superhero, just without the spandex (shit, he could pull off the spandex, though). How else could he explain Steve walking around with bleeding abdominal wounds and pretending to be totally fine, or (apparently) getting beaten bloody and tortured while still slinging zippy one-liners? Steve’s like, Hollywood action hero levels of badass. So if he’s fucking whimpering on Eddie’s couch, Steve must be really hurt.

But fuck if Eddie’s going to let Steve go without putting up one hell of a fight. Even if it means fighting Vecna, second edition.

Eddie puts his hand gently but insistently on Steve’s shoulder, forcing bravado into his voice. “Okay, Harrington, let’s see the damage.”

Wincing, Steve uncurls himself, offering his left hand (which had been cradled in his right) to Eddie. Eddie takes Steve’s hand in his own, dimly aware of every inch of their skin that touches as he examines it, looking for a gash, a stab wound, a broken bone—hell, even a fucking leech or something.

But there’s just a little cut on the tip of Steve’s thumb, bright red but not actively bleeding.

Without thinking about it, Eddie smooths his own thumb over the tiny cut.

Steve cringes, trying ineffectively to pull his hand from Eddie’s grasp. “Ow! Munson, what the fuck?!”

“Is this it?” Eddie asks skeptically. “A paper cut? That’s…are you also being psychically tortured or something, like, in addition to the paper cut?”

Steve looks at him, eyes narrow, pain drawn in lines across his forehead. He looks like he might be about to deck Eddie, which Eddie might kind of deserve because he feels like he’s about to start laughing. “No? Shut the fuck up, it’s deep. Cuts like this always get infected, too, and people die from that. You can’t underestimate this shit.”

It’s not funny, really. Steve is clearly in a lot of pain, but…this is the guy who Dustin said was the most fearless guy he knew? This is the guy who faced down Vecna without breaking more than a sweat, laid low by a paper cut?

Steve taps his knee against Eddie’s. “Come on, man, pour something antiseptic on it or something, before it gets worse.”

And despite it all, this is the guy Eddie is head over fucking heels for.

Steve looks at Eddie pleadingly (hopefully). And shit, there’s literally nothing Eddie wouldn’t do when Steve gives him that look, including acting like a paper cut is a lethal wound.

Eddie flips open the first aid kit with his free hand to reveal…not much. A couple of bandaids, some butterfly bandages, and some packets of barbecue sauce. Not an antiseptic wipe to be seen.

“Uh,” Eddie shows him the sparse first aid kit, holds up a bandaid. “Will this help?”

Steve looks unimpressed. “Do you have any alcohol we could just pour over it?”

Eddie knows he means like, hard liquor, but the thing is that shit isn’t cheap. Uncle Wayne probably wouldn’t give a shit if they took shots of his good whiskey, but pouring it out…

“Like, beer?” Eddie asks hopefully.

Steve shakes his head, groaning. “Too sticky.”

Which, yeah, obviously. Eddie weighs the pros and cons of trying to just convince Steve that his cut is going to be fine, or possibly getting in the van and driving to the pharmacy for new first aid supplies that he can’t afford and isn’t sure Steve can either. Maybe they could steal them, that might be a fun bonding activity, or maybe Eddie can trade the pharmacist some off-label pharmaceuticals for some hydrogen peroxide or something.

“Saliva,” Steve says suddenly, looking Eddie dead in the eye. Shit, his eyes are pretty, and this close Eddie can see the little flecks of gold and green in his eyes.

Then the word actually catches up to him. “What?”

“Spit, I think it’s supposed to help with shit not getting infected.”

Eddie blinks at him. “So do you want to spit on your thumb and then put a bandaid on it?”

Steve huffs in frustration. “I don’t think it can be your own spit, man.”

“Oh.” Eddie feels a little frustrated himself, since he’s almost entirely sure this is all bullshit— Steve doesn’t fucking need anything but soap and a bandaid and maybe a night of good sleep—and Eddie is supposed to be studying for fucks sake, and…and he’s the only other one here. Steve said it can’t be his own spit and Eddie is the only other one here. Oh.

Eddie’s still holding Steve's hand in his palm, and he runs his finger along the side of Steve’s thumb. Steve doesn’t flinch this time, just looks at him expectantly, that hopeful look that Eddie really can’t say no to.

It’s a bad idea. Eddie is going to get way more out of putting his mouth on Steve’s finger than Steve will—he's going to be on a different fucking planet than Steve, who’s just looking for a quick fix for a papercut and isn’t having trouble with his jeans suddenly feeling way too tight.

It’s a bad fucking idea but Eddie nods.

“Yeah, okay. Sure, uh, I can…yeah, I can do that.”

Eddie slowly lifts Steve’s hand towards his mouth. His mouth suddenly feels incredibly fucking dry, and he can feel himself tensing up, ready to run in case it was just a joke, in case he gives himself away somehow and this ends in disgust. He’s half expecting Steve to laugh and say it was all a setup, joke's on him. He’s half expecting Steve to flinch away, to see Eddie’s feelings clearly visible in his eyes.

Steve doesn’t do shit, though. Just watches Eddie with wide eyes, his lips slightly parted. Eddie has his thumb pressed against Steve’s pulse point, and Steve’s pulse jumps, slipping into a fast gallop that Eddie can only assume is due to stress.

His own pulse pounding in his ears, Eddie puts Steve’s thumb in his mouth. He realizes, after he’s already done it, that there were other ways of accomplishing this. He could have spit on his own hand and like, rubbed it on Steve’s thumb or something. He could have licked Steve’s cut, quick and dirty, but like…quick.

But Eddie’s brain power is slowly draining down towards his groin, and he sucks the whole damn finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue over Steve’s little paper cut like he’s fucking fellating the finger.

Steve’s mouth drops open, a little puff of air blown out into the space between them, then bites his lip. His eyes are dark, watching Eddie, but it still looks like he could be in pain. Eddie softens the pressure of his mouth, sucking gently, just like, trying to make sure he’s done a good enough job that Steve can relax.

He’s holding Steve’s hand, still, his fingers gently curled around Steve’s, and it feels, all of a sudden, incredibly intimate. Eddie should take Steve’s thumb out of his mouth—Jesus Christ, should he—but the intense eye contact and the way Steve is biting his lip red and the way his thumb feels against Eddie’s tongue, a good kind of pressure, is all adding up to this moment that Eddie wants to live in. For a second, he can pretend this isn’t some inane injury thing, can pretend that Steve’s as into him as he’s into Steve, that Steve wants Eddie and Eddie is just teasing the shit out of his thumb.

And then Steve clears his throat and his eyes slip down to Eddie’s lips. “I think, uh, I think that’s good, maybe?”

Shit, yeah, of course. Eddie parts his lips, moves Steve’s thumb away from his mouth, although he does it slowly enough that the pad of Steve’s thumb drags along his lip a bit, and fuck if that isn’t a turn on as well.

“Yeah, right. Is that—is it better?”

It’s fucking awkward, is what it is. Eddie feels hot all over, can tell he’s probably flushed, and his jeans are way too damn tight in a way that’s probably really obvious. And Steve’s thumb—shit, it’s shiny and wet and way too suggestive for Eddie’s current state, and the paper cut still looks completely fine.

Steve’s eyes slip briefly away from Eddie—from where he was staring at Eddie’s fucking mouth—and down to his thumb, his hand still cradled in Eddie’s. Steve licks his lips, considering his thumb. Eddie is waiting for the other shoe to drop still—for Steve’s expression to shift to disgust, or for him to just casually ask for a bandaid (not like it will stick now), like this is a normal thing friends do for each other for minor injuries.

He’s not expecting Steve to suddenly lunge forward, pushing Eddie back against the back of the couch, and press his own lips against Eddie’s. It takes Eddie a moment to even catch up to what’s happening, his brain stalling out at the unexpected kiss. Because that’s what’s happening, Steve fucking Harrington is kissing him, and once Eddie realizes that, he jumps into action, kissing back hard. His fingers clutch at Steve’s hand, at his spit-soaked thumb, his other hand wrapping around Steve’s back, and Steve moans into Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie’s startled enough by that to part his lips, and Steve immediately deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into Eddie’s mouth. He presses his free hand to Eddie’s neck, cradling his jaw. It’s sweet and hot and fucking unexpected, and Eddie feels like he must have fallen asleep, must be dreaming this entire scenario. Except Steve is basically on his lap now, and he feels warm and solid and he’s kissing Eddie better than Eddie’s ever been kissed in his entire life, and it’s all too real to be anything else.

After a long moment, Steve pulls back, leaning away but not moving off of Eddie’s lap. Which Eddie isn’t complaining about, although he’s sure Steve can feel how hard he is.

Maybe that’s not a bad thing, though.

“Finally,” Steve murmurs, leaning back in for another quick kiss, more of a peck. A kiss that’s more fond than passion. Eddie’s had even fewer kisses like that in his life. Steve is good at the deep tongue kissing, and he’s good at the cute chaste kissing, apparently. He’s a goddamn force. “I thought you were never going to kiss me.”

“Technically,” Eddie says, and his voice is strained and hoarse, embarrassingly so, since Steve still sounds suave and like, in control of his tone, “you kissed me.”

“You just sucked on my thumb,” Steve grins. “That totally counts. It’s lip to skin contact.”

Eddie has to admit, that kind of sounds like it does count. Plus, he’ll totally take the personal clout that comes with making the first move on Steve Harrington. Even if he did it without thinking, just acting on the want coursing through him every time they’re together. Except, now that he’s thinking about it, Steve totally walked him to that action, and now he’s looking gleeful and happy, and not surprised in the least.

“Was that—” Eddie presses his palm against his forehead. “Was that a move? Did I just fall for a paper cut move?”

Steve grins. “Kind of? I mean I threw out the pitch but you hit it over the fence.” Eddie must look confused, because Steve rolls his eyes. "I wasn’t expecting you to fucking suck on my finger, but damn. ”

Steve runs his hand through his hair, mussing it a little, and Eddie wonders if he’s allowed to muss it now, too. Eddie tentatively reaches up, curls his fingers into the strands of Steve’s hair, just holding on for now, and Steve gives another quiet moan. Steve’s eyes are dark and he looks almost as turned on as Eddie feels, and a wave of pride washes over Eddie.

“Guess the Munson moves are almost as good as the Harrington moves, huh?”

Steve shrugs noncommittally. “Yeah, they’re okay.” But he leans down and kisses Eddie again, so Eddie’s counting it as a win. Maybe not an entirely intentional win, sports metaphors aside, but still.

“So,” Eddie says when they break apart again, panting, Steve’s lips shiny and bruised red, “was all of that an act? You’re not really that upset about a paper cut?”

Steve shrugs. “I mean, it hurts like a bitch, but I saw an opening and I went for it.” His smile turns devious. “In fact, I think there might be some other injuries you should check, on more uh, sensitive spots. Now that I know you’re so good at tending to my wounds.”

He gives Eddie a meaningful look, and Eddie doesn’t need to be asked twice. He jumps off the couch, pulling Steve with him, hand still clutching his barely injured finger. He pauses in the hallway, just outside of his bedroom, a place they haven’t really been together, because there wasn’t an excuse, because it felt like a Thing before.

“Put my mouth to work,” Eddie says quietly, raising his eyebrow, and laughs as Steve all but pushes him through the door.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #stranger things fic #hannah writes #seriously idiots to lovers

[pb-loves-owls]

mmm thinkin abt that old hexsquad again bc at this point it’s my comfort zone

raine singing to owl beast eda to calm her down and lilith ready to fight them if they try n kiss eda in beast mode. Darius holding her back bc he’s very sure that’s the furthest thing from their mind (he would be right). still he does say “owl beast can not consent”, making Raine blush and angry sing that that’s the last thing they wanna do. but then being mad makes owl beast mad makes them scared makes owl beast scared so they have to stay 100% concentrated.

It works eventually but Raine has to put a silence spell on Darius bc he tried to tell her that they wanted to kiss owl beast Eda. to which he replies 🖕😐 but in pg13

Alador asks Odalia to Grom but in a letter because he’s a shy boy. Odalia forces him to do it in a more “grand-gesture-y” kind of way.

Grom is pre-rats so Raine doesn’t have stage fright yet. meaning bump has zero reason to pass up Raine as grom royalty. This makes eda not ask them to grom out of fear of throwing them off their game. but Raine doesn’t even know what their greatest fear is.

my hc is that it’s being alone… mostly bc that’ll mean them forcing themselves in near isolation for the next nth years after their break up and edas requiem all the more painful.

Darius is tired of waiting around for Alador to take a hint so he asks Lilith to be his platonic grom date. except he forgets to add the platonic part so the whole day is Lilith trying very hard to find out how to tell nicely tell someone you only like them as friends. meanwhile alador is salty at about it and can’t understand why.

He and Darius start hanging out less and less. it doesn’t help that Odalia is monopolizing his attention. He makes excuses for her like “she’s going through a lot” “she’s under a lot of pressure” and “her parents are always fighting and it’s tough on her”. but like… those are valid reasons for lashing out but doesn’t excuse her behavior.

during the dance, he blows up at her and she yells at him and runs out. he ends up talking to Darius about it, who is still mad at him. but then is like “wait you just let her go out there on her own on grom night?” so darius is the one who has to find her and talk to her.

she’s crying and venting. He rolls his eyes at her mostly. but they’re all still friends and he can’t help but feel fond of her. so he says “look. you’re going through a lot. but alador is a clueless idiot. a very smart, very sweet and kind, clueless idiot. who obviously cares about you very much. but you gotta go easier on the guy or you’re gonna scare him off.”

she tells him he’s right and rushes back in and “forgives” alador after he says sorry for losing his temper. She does Not say sorry back.

Lilith finally gets what’s happening and calls Darius out on his shit, who then tells her that they’re happy together and he can’t get between that. Lily tries to tell him that “they’re so toxic that they could swim in acid and the acid would be burned by them”. but she can’t force him to do anything, so she asks him if he’d like to dance and they do.

The grom fight tho. Grom first takes the form of plant magic in a labyrinth, echoing HECK/IFWOT. then Grom locks into their mind and blinds and deafens them, causing them to panic. Eda is freaking out and wants to save them, but is held back by Lilith and Darius.

Raine drops to the ground and feels around. They feel the auditoriums linoleum and knows they’re still at school. They breathe in and out and smell their cologne and Eda’s shampoo. Then they touch their own throat and try to speak. they feel the vibration of their own voice. they use bard magic and whistle Grom off of them. and I really want their eyes to do the glowing thing.

either yellow or red, they’ll still look badass when they summon their violin and kick groms ass.

after the fight, eda and them hang around each other outside where they can still hear the music from the inside. They’re just talking at first but Raine keeps staring at Eda, and Eda at Raine. And Eda tells them that she really wanted to ask them out to grom earlier but didn’t because of them being grom royalty and all.

Raine takes this opportunity to ask her to go to grom with them— “as friends! of course as friends I mean we are friends you and I, me and you, I and you. best buds forever bbf’s for life!”

Eda rejects them and they go “okay yeah that’s cool too” trying not to cry. but thenn she goes “buuut I wouldn’t mind going as your girlfriend? that is- if that’s cool with you.”

they do a quick kiss and drag her back inside for the slow dances. ofc lilith and Darius give them thumbs ups for finally getting together.

Odalia owes Lilith, Darius, and Alador ten snails each for that because she bet they’d wait till after graduation.

#toh #the owl house #old hexsquad

[notdoneintentionally-blog]

Atypical friendships: Lisa-Niragi

Notes:  Okay, remember that in Lisa’s game out of all the players she could’ve chosen to be the ONLY person who’d die after it ended, she chose a seven-year old kid. Tell me that’s not something Niragi would do. Also, creating a game where she’d have her own team of people to command? Also something I’d see Niragi doing. These two would be best friends fr. I’m tagging @niragi-of-bitches as Niragi so they can tell me how many I got right!

If you want to see the other parts of ‘atypical friendships’, look under this tag in my blog. So far, I’ve got Kuina-Kuzuryuu, Chishiya-Usagi, Ann-Aguni and Yaba-Mira. 

- If she’d been at the Beach the militants would’ve been 10 times scarier, because Aguni might have been able to control Last Boss and Niragi, but he sure as hell wouldn’t have been able to control Lisa. She’d do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

- More often than not, this means toying with people. This girl already knew who Arisu was BEFORE he appeared in her game, so you bet she knows absolutely every piece of gossip circulating the Beach, and uses it to break friendships and relationships alike just because she’s bored. 

-Niragi deeply admires her, but he would never say it out loud. The most he’d say is: ‘Your skill set is being wasted on these idiots. If you and I joined forces…’ And she’d reply: ‘Then my skillset would be wasted on another idiot’

-The pure definition of competitiveness. They always have to be one-upping each other. Remember the game where for every animal you killed you got a certain amount of points? They were LIVING it. Niragi ended up winning but Lisa was unphased. ‘I won by a twenty point margin’. ‘And with a gun! How cute of you’

-They’d tear up the dance floor at the Beach’s nightclub. The only day the residents of the Beach know peace are the days where they’re off in a game. The rest of the nights they’re the first to arrive and the last to leave, and there’s always an incident for which they’re directly to blame. Lisa will never let Niragi and Last Boss forget that she can pull more girls than both of them combined.

-Lisa taught Niragi how to do his eyeliner, after she did it on him one night while they were both drunk and Niragi decided it looked badass.

 -Even though they continually tease each other, they would NEVER underestimate the other. Lisa knows Niragi is actually pretty smart, and if they’re ever in a diamonds game together, she delegates the decision-making to him. If any other player makes a comment on how they think Niragi is wrong, Lisa immediately shuts them up with a fist to their face. She trusts Niragi’s skills enough to know he’ll find the solution. And he always does. 

-They would never judge each other. They know that, at their core, they want the same thing: freedom to do as they please. They both share that slight sadistic tinge, that desire to be above others and mess with them as they see fit (again, Lisa choosing THE KID AS THE ONLY PERSON WHO COULD DIE IN HER GAME). So, in a way, even if they’ve never said it out loud, they understand each other. 

-Imagine them spending lazy days together at the Beach, with Last Boss too. Lisa and Last Boss sparring while Niragi practices his aim with the rifle. Wolfing down the food at lunch and going to the pool to mess with whoever’s there over a few cocktails (Last Boss doesn’t like drinking, Lisa likes daiquiris, and Niragi claims he doesn’t drink ‘girly drinks’ and orders a Bloody Mary even as he enviously eyes Lisa’s daiquiri and takes a few sips when she isn’t looking). Lisa laughing her ass off every time Last Boss and Niragi are pulled out of the fun because they have yet another executive meeting to attend and she can continue lounging by the pool. Crazy nights they only ever end up remembering half of, blurry scenes of someone saying ‘Lisa’s on the first floor and she’s going to jump to the pool!’ And Niragi and Last Boss simultaneously yelling ‘DO A BACKFLIP’ (she does two and they’re howling and cheering the entire time). The three of them feeling like they’re unstoppable together, without knowing one of them holds a terrible secret.

-Unlike Kuzuryuu and Mira, Lisa would stay during the Ten of Hearts, helping with the massacre, and leave only after it’s finished. She’d wait at first, watching all the chaos spread, and then join in the fun. 

-Lisa runs to Last Boss but she’s unable to save him after the Ten of Hearts. However, she does manage to pull Niragi out of the Beach before the fire consumes him. She drops him somewhere safe before she has to leave with Mira and Kuzuryuu to prepare for the second stage.

-After Niragi wakes up alone somewhere far from the Beach, he can more or less piece in his head what happened to get him there. And after Mira shows she’s one of the game masters, he can guess where Lisa is too. It... affects him. It’s not something he simply shrugs off. 

-He doesn’t go to the Queen of Spades because he’s in no state to take out Lisa, and frankly, even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he doesn’t want to either. On the other hand, Lisa took into account that Niragi could decide to try out her game, and, well. That might’ve influenced her decision to make her game have teams. They could’ve been on the same side one last time, chasing down others like they were still at the Beach messing with people by the pool.

#atypical friendships #alice in borderland #aib #aib headcanon #aib season 2 #lisa aib #niragi #niragi suguru

[local-redhead-bookworm]

Annotations for The Queen of Nothing by Holly Black

P. 2 “He will be the destruction of the crown and the ruination of the throne.” Oh boy here we go

P. 3-4 “[Lady Asha] couldn’t attend balls with an infant in tow, so she found a cat whose kittens were stillborn to act as his wet nurse.” I’m gonna cry. Cardan you deserved so much better

P. 9 How am I supposed to figure out how to give him the right stuff when all I know is my own messed-up childhood? Oh thank goodness we’re actually acknowledging this

P. 33 Nope, not me, not messed up at all. Jude please go to therapy

P. 37 “Locke is dead,” she blurts out. HELL YEAH

P. 38 “He’s dead because I killed him.” DOUBLE HELL YEAH

P. 47 “I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me,” Cardan returns. OOH TEA

P. 51 Oh, Taryn

P. 64 “Jude never loved Locke…she loved someone else. He’s the one she’d want dead” and Cardan assumes that he is the one Jude wants dead. I can’t.

P. 66 “If I am undressed, he will know me.” This made me blush like a schoolgirl, not gonna lie. That’s both sexy and kinda soft.

P. 67 Him asking why she didn’t reply to his letters! 🥺

P. 76 “we got in easily enough, but the brugh outlet closed around us. Doorways cracked and shrank. Vines and roots and leaves obstructed our way, closed like vises around our necks, crushed and strangled us “ … I can’t believe it of Cardan, whom I left in his chambers, as though he was the one in need of protecting. Cardan is a certified badass

P. 97 “I honed my instincts in battle,” he says. “Sometimes those instincts are still there even when there is no more war.” Madoc, another beacon of self-awareness

P. 104 why am I immediately sympathetic to any character suffering. This is gonna get me in trouble someday

P. 105 “I offered him my protection. And my name.” GHOST YOU IDIOT! NUMBER ONE RULE OF THE FAE IS DON’T GIVE THEM YOUR NAME!!!

P. 105 “Until he ordered that I take you to the Tower of Forgetting and let the Undersea abduct you, I believed he meant mischief, never danger.” And now I’m sympathizing

P. 113 I shudder, imagining the loneliness of that life, the anger. That desire for love. We stan a perceptive woman

P. 113 “By all accounts, Prince Cardan was a disappointment from the beginning.” DON'T TALK ABOUT MY BOY THAT WAY! THAT’S IT, CARDAN, I’M YOUR MOTHER NOW

P. 120 I think of Madoc’s believing that Cardan desires to be loved. YES HE DOES WANT THAT

P. 120 But I am not so easily taken in now. If he’s here, it’s to his own purpose. JUDE HE’S HERE BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU HOW CAN YOU BE SO BLIND

P. 125 Cardan protecting her from the poison darts!!

P. 128 “Maybe it’s time for Elfhame to be ruled by a queen.” WHOO! LET’S GO!

P. 136 Baphen’s words about the High King come to me: When his blood falls, things grow. Ohhh things just got interesting. Now Jude has magic

P. 143 “well I am a mortal. And a girl, sir. We bleed every month, just like moon swells.” *spits tea*

P. 147 “Do not touch her.” I am not immune to the “Don’t touch her” trope

P. 147 “She is my wife,” Cardan says, his voice carrying over the crowd. “The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile.” GET THE CONFETTI EVERYONE, THEY’RE BACK TOGETHER

P. 152 stealing your bf’s ridiculous puffy shirts is true romance

P. 154 Cardan is extravagant enough for the both of us. A dramatic king. I love him

P. 155 “Yeah, and the next thing we know, the High King is on our doorstep looking ready to tear down the whole apartment complex to find you.” Awww 🥺

P. 160 “I thought you’d admire me a little for it, that I could trick you.” Someone please validate this boy

P. 160 “Pardoned by the crown. Meaning by the King of Faerie. Or its Queen. You could have returned anytime you wanted.” Oh baby

P. 160 Oh. Oh. YES I LOVE THIS MOMENT

P. 161 He grabs my hand, possibly to keep me from hitting him again. I’m gonna cry

P. 161 “And I am scared of you now.” Jude, honey, are you… scared of being loved?

P. 162 “I never thought of the things I could do… as talents, no less ones that might be valuable.” Example number 1326489 why Cardan deserved better

P. 162-163 “I never minded being a minor villain, but it’s possible I might have grown into something else, a High King as monstrous as Dain. And if I did—if I fulfilled that prophecy—I ought to be stopped. And I believed that you would stop me.” Okay that’s entirely too sad

P. 166 “This is my room,” he points out, affronted. “And that’s my wife.” Cardan really said

P. 171 “Cardan was not an easy child to love, and he’s only grown worse with time. He would scream to be held, and then once picked up he would bite and king his way out of my arms. He would find a game and obsess over ur until it was conquered, then burn all the pieces.” Asha you are a horrible mother and I have nothing but contempt for you. That sounds like an anxious-avoidant attachment style, THAT YOU CAUSED BY IGNORING HIS NEEDS! Letting your child be raised by a cat. Meet me behind the Denny’s, Asha

P. 172 “and next time, I will expect your curtsy.” Ooh mic drop. Tell her, Jude.

P. 183 Cardan…draws a wicked-looking knife from inside his doublet, surprising me. That’s got to be the Roach’s influence. Babygirl that’s all you

P. 185 “Unlike Locke, I never thought Love was a game,” [Cardan] says. “You may accuse me of much, but not that.” Awww Cardan you deserve the world

P. 186 Cardan manages to persuade my sister to tell him a little bit about the mortal world. He sounds delighted at her description of slushy machines, with their violently bright colors and sugary strangeness. I need 50k of Cardan experiencing the mortal world pls

P. 186 again with the shirt stealing

P. 191 get his ass Cardan

P. 195 “come, let us charm and confound our subjects.” I love him so much

P. 199 “But to traitors and oath breakers, I offer my queen’s hospitality instead. The hospitality of knives.” Another banger from Ms. Black, everyone

P. 200 “You were very formidable tonight, my queen.” Dear goodness me that’s attractive

P. 200 “It cannot be anything other than the truth,” he says. “Or it never could have left my tongue.” This is one of the things I love so much about this fae romance.

P. 200 “You looked like a knight in a story tonight,” he says. I love him, also I’m pretty sure that if a man told me this it would be marriage at dawn

P. 201 him immediately stopping when he thinks she’s not into it. He may be a ruthless fae king but he respects Jude

P. 203 “Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips…By you, I am forever undone.” And that’s it, I’ve died, bury me

P. 203 “We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it.” Okay but wow. Relatable trauma feel

P. 204 “My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.” This man is putting my standards way too high

P. 204 I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off their armor? One piece at a time. BRB I’m gonna go sob

P. 209 “It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.” Alexa play Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos

P. 210 You love him, too, I think. You’ve loved him since before you were a prisoner of the Undersea. You loved him when you agreed to marry him. Finally some self-awareness!

P. 210 Once this is over, I will find the bravery to tell him. Girl. No. Tell him now. That reasoning gets people killed!

P. 214 Being rejected by his family, how could becoming High King not feel like finally belonging? Like finally being embraced? There is no banquet too abundant for a starving man. Cardan baby I love you but no don’t do it

P. 215 NO! Cardan I love you but don’t

P. 216 “Vows should never be to a crown. They should be to a ruler. And they should be off your own free will. I am your king, and beside me stands my queen. But it is your choice whether or not to forge us. Your will shall be your own.” Okay but like, an actually wise king

P. 216 And with his bare hands, he cracks the Blood Crown in two. Oh no.

P. 217 aaand Cardan’s a giant snake now. Great

P. 219 so basically anything the serpent touches will wither?

P. 219 Oak looks up at me, his eyes wet with tears. His hands tremble on the sword, clutching it far too hard.

“You were very brave,” I tell him. “You just have to be brave a little longer.” Okay but I love that they established how much Jude loves her little brother

P. 223 There has to be a way to break the curse—a way Cardan can survive. Girl I hope so too

P. 226 Only out of his spilled blood can a great ruler rise. Oh no oh no

P. 231 “we are thought to be very wise.” “Are you?” SASS

P. 242-243 “We have a magical bridle in our possession… it will fit itself to the creature being restrained…the straps will slowly sink into his skin, and Cardan will be forever yours.” Geez Louise! Well, there’s the signature fae cruelty, I guess

P. 243 oh absolutely not! Y’all are NOT marrying little Oak to the Court of Teeth! Not when they keep their own daughter on a leash!

P. 250 “It’s not easy to help a queen,” Taryn says. “They’re not supposed to need helping.” Ooh

P. 251 So Taryn’s keeping the baby. Cool. To me, Taryn and Jude represent two different sides of the feminine. Jude is the femme fatale, and Taryn is the more stereotypically feminine. She can be annoying, but she has her strengths too. Also she murdered her abusive husband so…

P. 253 Vivi brought Cardan a snow globe with a cat inside? Their friendship is so cute

P. 257 YES!! Confession! The Bomb and Roach are such a fascinating couple, I would love a spin-off about them

P. 266 I pull out of [Madoc’s] grip, taking three strands of his hair with me. That’s gonna be plot relevant later

P. 268 “I know you won’t believe this, but Cardan and I were friends before.” Idk why but this made me sad

P. 268 “[The human servants] would go missing sometimes, and there were rumors that Cardan hurt them, but it wasn’t true. He’d return them to the mortal world.” He’s got a good heart in spite of being raised to be cruel

P. 268 “He sent you a gown. For the coronation.” That’s it, I’m deceased

Okay, big battle, blah blah blah, Jude looks great in her armor, she chops the head off the giant snake.

P. 282 Cardan’s fingers dig into my back. He’s trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I’m not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

P. 284 “Do you like it?” he asks me, which seems a bit like asking if someone enjoys the crown of stars they conjured from the sky. Awwwww

P. 287 The problem with coming through something terrible and big is that afterward, you’re left feeling all the feelings that you shoved down and pushed away. Again with the relatable trauma feels

P. 290 “I only know how to be cruel or to laugh when I am discomposed,” he says. Oh baby

P. 291 “I love you,” I say, the words coming out in an unintelligible rush. Cardan looks taken aback… “You need not say it out of pity,” he says finally, with great deliberateness. “Or because I was under a curse. I have asked you to lie to me in the past, in this very room, but I would beg you not to lie to me now.” I’m going to sob. SomEONE PLEASE LOVE HIM

P. 291 “I have not made myself easy to love,” he says, and I hear the echo of his mother’s words in his. Cardan baby no. You have so much love in your heart, you’ve just been told that no one wants your love for too long

P. 292 “I knew little else, but I always knew you.” AAAAAAA

P. 302 “you know that [Madoc]’s going to be so bored that he’s going to try to micromanage your life,” Taryn says. “Or plan your invasion of a neighboring apartment building.” HAH

P. 305 Cardan looks at his reflection in the door of the microwave and adjusts his [paper] crown so it’s at an angle. Aww

P. 305 And Cardan looks a little shy in the face of all this happiness, as unused to it as I am. I love him, I love them both

General thoughts:

Kudos for honest depictions of trauma all around.

Cardan is officially a member of the “Red’s blorbos” group

I have got to read more by this author. Holly Black is fantastic

#the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #bookblr #red’s reading list