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Fic Recs (steve harrington)

just some of my favorite one-shots or series i’ve read on ao3 and few from tumblr. all works ranging from 1.5k to 30k+ i believe. 18+ readers!

some have a tumblr that i tagged, but others i couldn’t find . i am doing this on mobile which is a bit difficult haha! i read these all (except 2) on ao3 so the links will be ao3. i know some are here on tumblr but i didn’t realize till after reading and making this! <3

steve harrington

come home by @stevie-petey <3💕

-"come home to me, okay?"

"always," steve promises

in between saving will, then hawkins, then somehow the world, you fall in love with steve harrington.

(a stranger things rewrite).

dancing with our hands tied by @andvys

-You and Steve have never seen eye to eye, and it never changed, not even when you were pulled into a world of monsters and risked your life to save him. But tension had always been between you both, something that neither of you ever wanted to admit -- but how much longer can you take it when the pull between you gets stronger and stronger each second you spend by each others side?

paint me red by eddiemunsons ao3

-You're one of Vickie's best friends. Her girlfriend, Robin, is in need of a distraction for her best friend, Steve Harrington, who you vaguely remember from school. Which is where you come in.

i’m your idiot by thebestandworstdayofjune ao3 @thebestandworstdayofjune

-Steve Harrington has a way of worming himself into your heart, and social situations you had done your best to exclude him from.

small hands, big heart by finalgirlharrington ao3 @sexybabystevie

-Steve Harrington has a massive crush on you, but his recent lack of luck in the romantic sense has him stuck on how to make a move. Plus, something about you makes him nervous in a way he's never been – in a way he likes. His simplest solution? Flirting via the old 'comparing hand sizes' method.

promise by Harley_Honey_Quinn ao3

-Reader learns about Steve's feelings thanks to some Russian truth serum.

kiss me by @corrodedseraphine

-Your friend is desperately trying to find a person who will give him something more. Wanting to feel what it's like to be loved again and after many failed dates he gets the idea that it's time to go back to King Steve's famous tactics. Telling him that it's not the best idea gets you involved in a deal where you have to help him get another girl. Will helping the boy you're in love with turn out to be a good idea? Probably not.

every rose has its thorn by @corrodedseraphine

-Christmas is coming to Hawkins. It is a time of joy and forgiveness. It turns out that your sister's best friend is looking for a new place to live, and you happen to have a spare room in the apartment. It wouldn't be a problem if that friend wasn't Steve Harrington. A man whom the more you try to avoid even more often comes back like a boomerang.

hearts on the telephone line by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds

-You thought Steve was okay dealing with a long-distance relationship after you moved for an exciting internship in New York. But you were proven so wrong when your boyfriend finally poured his feelings over the phone. Because distance wasn't making his heart grow fonder, it was breaking it.

competitively stupid by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds

-It was stupid, jumping off a cliff just to prove that you were better than Steve fucking Harrington. But you were competitive. You were not losing to him. But you know what was stupider? For it to take a near-death situation for you both to confess what you truly feel for each other.

perfect blend by Your_Writer ao3

-No one likes their summer job. Working at a coffee shop was sticky, exhausting, and overall boring. In fact, the highlight of your day was the charming, gentle eyed sailor scooping USS Butterscotch just across the way.

the things we don’t say by rdrickheffley ao3

-Steve Harrington once was the bane of Y/n's existence. He had always been an arrogant asshole and a terrible kisser. She never understood how others fell for the boy's eye-roll worthy charm. Now it seems like he will do anything to prove her wrong about anything.

next time? by rdrickheffley ao3

-Three instances where Steve and reader find themselves in intimate situations.

candyfloss and confessions by ACourtofSnakesandStars ao3

-You’ve been in love with Steve Harrington for years, like every cliche come to life. You’ve battled monsters, found friends within kids with superpowers, and you even managed to graduate. Yet the one thing you’ve never been able to do, is tell Steve how you feel. But maybe you don’t need to wait any longer.

a night to remember by RaeWrites94 ao3

-Steve has to attend his 10 year high school reunion and somehow manages to convince you to go as his date and his fake girlfriend. You've had feelings for him for a long time, but figure, why not? You could probably survive an evening of pretending he liked you back and come out unscathed. Right?

with bated breath by brianmay ao3

-Rumors fly after you attend Steve Harrington’s party one weekend in September. Thinking they were his doing, you do everything in your power to avoid him, which proves easier said than done.

cross my heart (and hope to die) by @talesofesther

-Every time Steve gets hurt, you're there to help pick up the pieces; you just weren't expecting him to fall for you in the process.

tales of a love between the lines by @talesofesther

-Sometimes the thing we want most is right in front of us, and Steve might be just that for you; all you have to do is see what he’s been showing you for a long time.

love is easy by seidenbros ao3

-The day you wrote I love you on a post-it note before you'd said the words out loud, and it's the best note Steve ever got.

everything means nothing if i can’t have you by iridescentpetrichor ao3

-Steve and Y/N go on a double date to impress the other one, but it's only so long until the tension between the two breaks.

you’re not by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic

-The year is 1985, you're on a school field trip to cheer on Hawkins High at the championship game before spring break. When the game doesn't pan out as expected, you're even more surprised to discover the one and only Steve Harrington in only his underwear at your hotel room after being locked out by his teammates. What happens when the two of you have a little heart to heart?

last christmas by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic

-You and Steve had always been childhood friends-and remained that way. As Steve ping-pongs around in his relationship status, you have a hard time keeping your feelings to himself as Nancy surrounds his entire world. What Steve doesn't know is his relationship to Nancy may end your own with Steve.

the scoundrel and the princess by @mrshipsmcgee

-after an awkward run in with Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington is invited to an awful party where he meets a beautiful stranger.

cling by aloevera

-For as long as you could remember, you and Steve have been close. What others see as clingy, Steve sees as comforting, right? Or, you fell in love with your best friend and suddenly, everything is too much.

[rookiesbookies]

Please I need more strength kink like you wrote for König but for the text of the COD men. Does Soap show off and lift heavier when he sees you saunter into the gym? Does Ghost try not to pay attention as you stare? I am down bad for these boys

So this is the most recent ask Ive gotten but dont fret my other requesters, yalls are taking more time bc they’re longer form pieces (I dont want to spoil but honeymoon/consummation night with Ghost (doing some research for this one), some Konig wifey bits (there’s two or three), and Ghost’s wife wearing his mask) Im so excited you all are interacting with me I just wanna say. I love you all *MUAH* big kiss.

Also I took Keegan off this one bc I don’t think I have a lot of Keegan fans reading? (ik I love him tho) so if anyone wants it just put a comment and I’ll write one and edit it so its in here.

Edit right here: I put Keegan down at the bottom. Dw Keegan girlies he’s here now.

Another edit: I put Krueger bc a reblog asked for it

Without much more here’s:

Strength Kink with the 141

Masterlist is pinned as always, also let me know if yall want any as full blown fics.

Price

Price is an “old dog” as he calls himself. He knows he’s getting softer, the wrinkles are setting in, he doesn't quite have the body he used to as a LT. Kinda got a dad bod after adopting 3 boys.

First time he sees you drool over him? He is down fucking bad. Will do anything to see his sweet lady all red in the face over him again.

Fucking saunters over to you, hits you with “you can feel if ya like, love. Go on.” just holds his arms away from his chest while he’s in his tank top.

If you take him up on this offer (and I assume yall are dating at this point) and even just grab at a peck, he is tense. His abs are tight, his butt is clenched, he is doing it all to seem like he still has his young and sharp LT body.

He knows you dont care and love his dad bod and all his soft pillowy goodness but sometimes he feels like the pillsbury dough boy.

Absolutely would pick you up and carry you bridal style at any chance.

Tells you he’s “just practicing” however he is very clearly showing off.

If you come find him at the gym to drool all over him, that max he was only supposed to do one of per set, he is not repping.

“John, are you sure- I’ve never seen you lift this much you look red-”

“I'm alright, love, just doing my reps trying to set a new pr.” Little do you know that by repping this, this is his new pr.

Gaz and Soap are sitting there mouth open because Price has never done that and not fallen over and now he just KEEPS. GOING.

And Price’s wife just keeps drooling over him as Simon spots the poor guy.

(This is what i mean btw)

Soap

The worst about it of them all.

I'm telling you right now, if you have an oral fixation on his muscles, he will mate for life like a swan. Because if you mark up his muscles he will do EVERY SINGLE WORK OUT shirtless until Ghost is like “Johnny. You look like a slut and smell like a whore with all that cologne. We’re in the bloody gym.”

He will walk around shirtless in the tightest sweatpants to show off his thighs and abs to you.

Will bench press you.

Put your weight on the hip thrust and will call you over or send videos of him doing it.

If you’re sitting somewhere he will just pick you up and move you for the hell of it under the excuse he wanted to sit there just to see you get red.

If you compliment his body once, I'M TELLING YOU ONE TIME, he will buy the TIGHTEST shirts imaginable around the house to show off his shoulders, back, pecs, biceps, and abs.

If you even mention having a bad day, your face is going between his pecs. He also absolutely can do the thing where he can flex them one at a time and he does it 24/7 for fun.

Catch him planking at the gym?

Feeling bold?Let’s shimmy under the poor bastard to look up at him.

“Do push ups.”

“Bonnie, the fuck you mean-”

“Come down, get a kiss, and go back up?”

“And if I fall? Which I won’t but I gotta ask.”

“Can’t feel any worse than when you dive onto the bed to wake me up in the mornings.”

He’s floored. Goes down, gets his kiss, comes up.

Price has watched Soap do more pushups than he ever has outside of a punishment when he was in basic training. Johnny has half the mind to let himself drop, smoother you in sweaty hugs and kisses. But he doesn’t. Not until he’s shown off. It’s embarrassing how much sweat is dripping from him though. He’ll just say you both need a shower.

Ghost

Totally doesn't flex when he hugs you.

Oh you think he does?

If you ask him, you’re wrong. Simon is the most casual of them all.

He’ll just randomly pick you up.

Like throw you over his shoulder, hold you like a koala, bridal style, you name it. Unlike Price, who is more careful about it, Simon has been doing exercises to work on his balance so he can safely carry you down a flight on stairs.

If he catches you staring, its over for him. He’s blushing under his lil mask, acting like he doesnt see you.

If you walk up and open your mouth to talk to him, he’s not listening to a word of that blabbery. He’s focused on the way you watch his legs while he’s in the leg press. How if he flexes a bit more you have the pause so you don’t choke on your words.

If you’re the bold on and you get down to the level of his head because he can’t easily escape this machine right now to say something. I'm thinking like a “Simon, I’m going to need a thigh riding session at 1800 hours. Put that on your damn schedule.” And just walk out. Don’t elaborate.

He’s struggling to get out of the machine, considering chasing after you, possibly having a stroke over it. He’s so flustered he’s down right gasping for air. If he didn’t have shit to do today he’d scoop you up and show you want all these muscles could do just to get you to feel like how flustered he is.

Konig

(see the fic about his wife seeing him lift, its on my masterlist (its pinned))

Gaz

By the time you’ve started dating, you know Gaz is jacked. Just look at him ffs. Anyone could see it.

So you do the only reasonable thing and insist on being his gym partner.

And in turn he will insist on spotting your squats.

If you get so nervous you fail a set his plan springs into action. Bro has it lifted in one hand. He doesn't care if it's a lot. He WILL be lifting it in one hand just so you can see how strong he is.

“Kiss for your savor?” He asks.

“Sure.” You reply, pecking his lips.

But no no no.

“Love, I meant you’re actual savor.” He’d say, flexing that one arm and pointing to it.

Just roll your eyes and do it. It’s easier.

He is GLOWING for the rest of the day. He will now take any and all opportunities to lift heavy things for you.

That big box? Lifted. Come kiss his muscles. Cuz if you don’t he's picking you up and putting you in air jail for being ungrateful.

I feel like because Gaz is so lean its kinda a sleeper build situation? Could be completely using that term wrong but IDC.

Lowkey loves nothing more than you feeling up his abs under his shirt when yall are going to bed. Like your hands feel so nice on them when he’s flexing extra hard so they’re rock solid for you.

First time yall cuddled he almost passed out because he was trying to keep his muscles flexed for so long.

Edit: here’s Keegan

Keegan

Keegan was always walking around the house in the sluttiest tank tops and the lowest waist line sweatpants you’ve ever seen.

He had been showing off since he first met you, so I’ll tell you how it happened.

What did he wear on your first date? Tight ass t shirt and a leather jacket with black jeans.

He essentially was giving a strip show when he slowly took off that jacket, made sure you were watching when he did it with a smug look.

“What wrong, doll? Distracted?” He was definitely flexing hard. Pecs and biceps on full display and don't get me started on how he was clenching to get his abs to show through.

He made sure to get real close to.

Oh dear is that a dirty puddle, let him just… yk… casually pick you up to carry you over the smallest puddle ever.

And when he’s at the gym? You are getting tons of selfies. Those videos of him curling weights that are slightly too heavy all because he knows you like the sound of the groans he makes as he struggles to lift it. Oh he is hip thrusting your weight and a half, so you know you’ll never be too heavy. There’s a video he sent that was 10+ minutes of just him thrusting your weight. You honestly thought it was looped.

Oh and he carries your weight when he runs on the treadmill so he knows he and run and keep you safe if need be.

Here’s Krueger (i got carried away, enjoy)

Krueger:

Sebstian knows he’s already strong.

Picking you up and benching you is his favorite hobby. The way you can't help but giggle and he has to scold you to stop wiggling.

He’s always throw around his weight with you. He knows he’s a big. He loves to lay on you to stop you from moving.

Loves to have you lay on his torso with the weight at his hips as he works on his hip thrusts. Got kicked out of a gym because it was dangerous so he got weights to do it at home. Will do it shirtless so you can trace his tattoos.

Definitely has never told you he committed murder because he doesn’t want you to stop looking at him like he’s your savior as you rub his sore muscles.

God he loves having you rub his muscles, he just tries not to drool as you rub his calves and biceps with all the force your hands can muster to gently rub the knots away. One time he felt so good he almost cried as you rubbed one out of the back of his neck, he got so bricked he couldnt help it he felt like he was gasping for air the pleasure was so intense.

He’d never tell you that tho, no he’d rather die and speak up and tell you how good it feels when your massage his muscles while planting small kisses after every knot you work out. Definitely going to keep asking you to work his aches away… wonder if he can convince you he has a knot in his dick, no no wouldn’t do that to you not yet.

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You Know What They Say About Pineapples

After Neve introduced them to him, Emmrich has a new favorite fruit - pineapple. However, he doesn't know too much about them yet, luckily for him the team is willing to share their knowledge over a tropical drink. Poor Rook nearly dies of embarrassment.

This drabble is based on these 3 lines of banter between Neve and Emmrich regarding pineapples, don't ask me how I got here.

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There are some sexually charged glances and innuendo but no smut or anything. All in all this is quite silly but the thought would not leave me alone.

Takes place in the "still just flirting" stage of the relationship.

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It had been a long, arduous day of trampling through Arlathan, unlocking ancient elven ruins by way of solving mammoth-sized elven brain teasers, and disposing of whatever adversaries were still brave - or in Rook’s opinion - foolish enough to try their luck with The Veilguard. 

A silly name, but Bellara had been so excited when she came up with the idea of a team moniker that no one had the heart to deny her. Rook had caught the others saying it on occasion and it was really starting to stick despite the initial thought of it feeling silly.

Rook now sat at the dining hall table with Bellara, a rough schematic of an elven artifact lay out on the table between them. Both of them trying to decipher what was wrong with the similar one they had found earlier today near The Shoreside Ruins.

“I still think its timing parameters are misprogrammed.” Rook theorized, leaning over the sketch. 

“It’s more than that, It’s like it's missing the timing component completely.” Bellara noted, biting the inside of her cheek, a habit Rook had learned was an indicator of immense concentration in her energetic friend. “But if that's the case then…” Bellara trailed off.

Rook knew from experience that now was a good time for her to give the elven researcher a moment. If the past was any indicator, a breakthrough was imminent. Perhaps even before dinner, if whatever Lucanis was working on in the corner was as complicated as it looked. Rook leaned back in her seat with a sigh, wincing as her abdomen reminded her she had fallen straight into that ledge earlier. 

“You really have to get better at hopping ledges, Rook.” Davrin jabbed playfully from the other side of the table, knife and woodblock in hand, “I think I’ve seen that look on your face every day since I met you.” 

“It’s cuz she doesn’t work out.” Taash added, studying a recently finished figurine of the resident woodcarver’s, “Horns were bigger.” They decided after a moment. 

“Does traipsing around the forest all day not count as a workout?” Rook countered. “Barely.” Taash responded. “You’re not engaging your upper body at all, which is why you can’t pull yourself up for shit.” 

“I’m a necromancer, not a trapeze artist.” Rook defended. 

“Emmrich doesn’t seem to have a problem. In fact, he’s in great shape if you haven’t noticed,” Davrin commented, throwing her a knowing glance, “but I’m sure you have.” 

Rook balked, was her increasing infatuation with the other necromancer that obvious? She was a generally flirty person, surely it wasnt that glaring that her harmless flirting was turning into more with Emmrich. Right?

Taash made a short, snorting sound that resembled laughter and Rook could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, at this point her best bet was hoping she could blame it on the heat from the fireplace. 

“I notic- I mean- I” Rook stuttered. 

Davrin chuckled as the door to the dining hall opened, revealing Neve, Harding and Emmrich, who were all carrying boxes from supply a run, in this case mostly varying bottles of liquors and other liquids, and dried goods, although the latter held a box containing something green and pointy. 

“And there he is.” Davrin muttered quietly enough to tease Rook, but not loud enough that the newcomers could hear. 

“Rook, got you that whisky you wanted from Minrathous, I put it on your tab.” Neve sauntered over to the table with the others, plunking down the bottle of amber liquor in front of Rook. 

Rook smiled, “Neve, you have impeccable timing.” she beamed.

“Don’t I always?” Neve grinned before heading into the kitchen with Lucanis, “But don’t uncork that right away, I’m making cocktails.” 

“Oh!” Rook said, surprised.

“And Emmrich, you got… what are those? Cactuses?” Darvin inquired. 

“Cacti” Rook corrected under her breath, earning her an exasperated look from her Grey Warden friend.

“I wish,” Harding chimed in, “They’re pineapples. Can you guys believe Emmrich had never had a pineapple before last week?” 

Taash’s eyes turned into two unbelieving orbs. “What? How?” 

“We don't have them in Nevarra.” Rook explained, but her eyes were on Emmrich as his face lit up, dark hazel eyes sparkling with excitement. Despite his age, he possessed a remarkable childlike wonder even about something as simple as a new fruit. 

“Oh Rook, They're delicious! Have you had the opportunity to try one?” He asked, taking the seat next to her, much to her delight. 

Rook smiled, how could she not? How were the others so impervious to his good-natured charm?

“I have! Varric had me try them when we got to Minrathous.” Her smile fell as she remembered that day, before all this. She shrugged off the feeling, it was hard to feel dark with Emmrich's unexpected brightness beside her. 

“And? Tell me, do you enjoy them?” He waited on her answer so eagerly, surely just to compare tastes from the same homeland. Yes, that was probably it. 

“I do!” She giggled. Was she really giggling? His presence alone made her feel giddy.

“Wonderful! Harding doesn't seem to like them; however, Neve says she can be made into a frosty drink that she thinks Harding would enjoy.” 

“I'll try my best!” Neve exclaimed from the coffee bar, which appeared to have a bottle of a different liquor on top of it as well as, what was that? Cream? 

“Then you shall not fail my dear Neve!” Emmrich encouraged. 

Rook’s eyebrow raised excitedly, “Oh that’s new! I haven't had them in a drink yet. Only the - what was it called? ‘Upside-down cake?” 

“What an interesting name.” Emmrich commented, steepling his fingers together as he leaned into the table to address Harding, “Tell me Harding, what is it you don’t like about the pineapples?” 

Harding shrugged, “I don't know, they’re just so… tingly?” 

In the background Rook could hear the distinct sound of ice magic as Neve worked on whatever this drink was. 

“Ice magic for making cocktails? Neve Gallus, you are a genius.” Rook called out to her, earning a wink. See? She was like this with everyone; it wasn't just Emmrich, she told herself.

Emmrich’s eyebrows knitted together as he considered Harding’s description, “Could you elaborate at all on that?” 

“I don't know, when I eat pineapple it’s almost like it tastes… spiky?” Harding attempted to explain as Neve sat down glasses containing a blended off-white drink that smelled of rum in front of each of them. 

“It’s because of the raphides,” Neve enlightened them. “Lucanis, come have a drink with us, the stove wont run away if you leave it for a moment.” she called as she rounded the table, placing one in front of Bellara, who took a sip without even bothering to glance up from her notes.

“If you insist.” Lucanis surrendered, joining the rest at the table. 

“Ah! raphides, that explains it.” Emmrich said decidedly. 

“The hells a raphid?” Taash said, taking a healthy gulp of the new drink. “Fuck thats good.” 

“Some plants contain small needle-shaped crystals, as a natural defense mechanism.” Emmrich began explaining with his customary, hand waving enthusiasm, as Davrin took half of a sip. 

Emmrich continued, “While harmless in small amounts, overconsumption can cause immediate numbing followed shortly by painful stinging and burning to the mouth and throat that can last up to two weeks! I had no idea that they were in pineapple, but that does explain the sensation Harding is describing.”

Davrin lowered his glass, “On second thought, maybe I’ll pass. Thanks Neve.” 

“Afraid of a plant?” Lucanis teased, his glass already half empty, “Why am I not surprised?”

Davrin rolled his eyes as Harding timidly sampled Neve’s offering. “Oh- oh wow. Okay, That's. Really good.” 

“See how excited she is? This is how I knew she was lying about the coffee.” Lucanis chuckled. 

Emmrich sipped carefully at the beverage, “Oh Neve! That's delightful!” He exclaimed. “I am so glad I've gotten to discover such a fruit.” 

Rook began to imbibe her own drink, pulling sweet, cold rum and pineapple taste into her mouth. Her eyes met Emmrich’s through her lashes in an inopportune moment, while her lips were still wrapped dutifully around the straw. She quickly glanced away but it was too late. 

Emmrich’s mouth parted as he gazed a bit too long at Rook, pale cheeks taking on a pink hue that surely was not from the alcohol. 

“Mmf, That's so good.” Rook hummed. Dribbling a bit of the drink onto her lower lip. She swiped it away with her thumb, then popped it into her mouth to suck the drop of sweet liquid from it. Only then noticing that Emmrich was still watching her. 

Rook shifted in her seat, suddenly hot and uncomfortable. In doing so her knee tapped against Emmrich’s. 

“Sorry.” She whispered. As the others praised Neve’s drink making abilities. 

“Quite alright, My Dear.” Emmrich reassured her, his hand twitched a small increment towards her where it lay on his thigh but remained where it was. 

How long had it been since she felt such a desire to simply hold someone's hand? Certainly since before she finished Mourn Watch training. 

Rook took another pull of her drink to try to wash away the awkwardness of the moment. 

“Yea pineapples are pretty damn good,” Taash announced before dropping into a low octave,  “They're also good for uh, other things” they said in a low voice into Harding's ear while tucking back a loose strand of her hair. 

Harding giggled in response, “Taash” she admonished under her breath.

“Really?” Emmrich brightened, suddenly back to the topic at hand. “Like what?” 

Rook suddenly recalled other details of the night she had first tried pineapple. Varric and her were in a decently packed restaurant, Harding had gone out for some air and a woman at a neighboring table had leaned in close, obviously drunk. 

“Feed your old man there some of that and he’ll be feeling ready to go before you get home, plus he'll taste better, if you catch my meaning.” She had said. 

Rook had recoiled, unsure of what the woman had meant at the time, but not liking the implications. Varric was a good friend, and he was a good looking man but she didn't see him like that. Later she had looked it up in a library. Turned out pineapples had a reputation of having several sexual health benefits. 

Now - catching Taash’s meaning exactly - she choked unceremoniously on her drink. Coughing as Davrin chuckled, and Taash gave her a knowing look. Her friends were pure evil. 

“Rook looks like she knows.” Taash smiled. 

“Rook, I seem to be missing something. Would you kindly enlighten me?” Emmrich asked her so innocently. If he wasn't twenty-something years her senior she'd fear corrupting his purity. 

“It’s just an old wive’s tale.” Rook muttered. 

“I should still like to know, you are all making me more curious.” he insisted. 

The others snickered. 

“Oh Emmrich,” Rook lamented. She had to save him, let him in on the joke. 

She beckoned him with her finger hastily, “Come here,” she said in a low voice. He inclined his ear toward her and she leaned in to meet him, his floral earthy smell invading her scenes. She resisted the urge to inhale more deeply, to bury her face in his neck and breathe deep. 

“There’s… evidence that pineapple promotes.” She attempted, “That they’re good for, uh. Blood flow. That sort of thing”

“Oh that's marvelous! Perhaps I should add it to my diet then.” he pondered excitedly. 

They all stared at him, Rook included. Was she not clear enough? She couldn't exactly bring herself to tell him it was specifically sexual health the fruit was known for. 

Emmrich leaned back, folding his leg over his opposite knee and took another long sip of his cocktail, “Although, I will have you all know. I have no problems with blood flow. Thank you very much.” 

“Damn. Alright.” Taash commented. 

“Good news Rook.” Davrin smirked. 

“You’re both horrible.” Neve said flatly. 

“I don't get it,” Lucanis deadpanned, heading back into the kitchen unbothered. 

“I got it!” Bellara exclaimed, finally looking up from her notes and schematics. “Oh! Hey everyone!” 

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Later, after dinner and another cocktail, or was it two? Rook and Emmrich sat alone at the table catching one another up on their days. Rook was glad he had a chance to visit the Minrathous markets and Emmrich was interested in taking a look at the artifact her and Bellara had discovered himself. 

Rook fidgeted with the straw in her now empty glass. 

“Emmrich, about before, with the whole pineapple thing?” 

He cocked an eyebrow, urging her to continue. 

“I should have explained better.” 

“Oh, Darling, don't even think of apologizing. I've been a teacher long enough to know when I'm being taken for a fool. I find the best way to move past it is just to act unaffected. Trust me, it wasn't the first time I've been laughed at for not being ‘in-the-know’ on some innuendo or otherwise.”

Rook laughed, Of course he was a professional at handling embarrassment, she wished she could say the same.

“Luckily I caught on quickly enough to play along. Although…” he paused, looking at her more attentively now. “... Now that it's just the two of us, I wouldn't mind if you’d expound?” 

She looked away nervously, “Well besides the whole blood flow for sexual health thing. They make you … taste good apparently.” She mumbled. 

“As in your mouth?” He asked. 

“No, as in… your.” She motioned to her crotch with as much dignity as she could muster. 

“Oh!” He gasped, then “oh.” Softer this time. “I shall bear that in mind then.” He concluded, smirking at her. 

In reply, Rook popped a small slice of the offending fruit into her mouth and raised her brow. A challenge to be cashed in later, should this go any further. 

For now, she was happy to be here drunk on him, and rum… and pineapple. 

[smoshyourheadin]

Meeting Trevor Evarts when mythical first bought smosh and instantly clicking from being the same age, only to seek eachother out in eachothers offices, and seeing how the relationship evolves as he becomes a cast member of smosh?

as a team

pairing: trevor evarts x f! reader

a/n: can i just say, im living for the trevor requests recently!! he’s so cutie pie eek!! requests open <3

you remember the day clearly. the news had just broken: mythical had acquired smosh, and the internet was buzzing with excitement. as a long-time fan of both companies, you couldn't believe your luck when you landed a job at smosh shortly after the acquisition.

your first day at the smosh offices was a whirlwind of introductions and new faces. everyone was so lovely, and brimming with the energy of the new beginning. amidst the chaos, you were introduced to trevor. you knew him from his time on mythical, and it turned out you were the same age, so ian put your guys’ desks next to eachother, and instantly, you felt a connection.

trevor extended his hand with a warm smile. "hey, i’m trevor. nice to meet you!"

you shook his hand, matching his smile, and introducing yourself. "nice to meet you too! i’ve been a fan of you since your mythical days."

"that’s awesome! it’s cool to meet someone my age here," he said, his eyes lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. "so, what’s your job here?"

you explained your position, something about social media, and the two of you chatted for a while about the changes and what you were looking forward to in this new era of smosh. from that first meeting, you found yourselves naturally gravitating towards each other. you discovered you had similar tastes in movies, music, and a shared sense of humor that made you click instantly.

as the days turned into weeks, you and trevor began hanging out during breaks, often finding yourselves in the offices watching youtube together. it became a routine: grabbing coffee together in the mornings, and talking late into the evening.

one day, as you both sat in the lunch office, trevor looked up from his phone with a thoughtful expression. "you know, it's been really great having someone like you around. i feel like we get each other, you know?"

you nodded, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "i feel the same way. it's like, we've known each other forever."

as time passed, trevor transitioned from being a sort of behind-the-scenes guy to becoming a cast member on smosh. you watched his journey with pride, supporting him at every turn. the bond between you two only grew stronger as he navigated this new phase of his career.

one evening, after a long day of filming, you found yourselves alone in the office once again. trevor leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "today was a good day. thanks for always being there for me."

"of course, trev. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you replied sincerely.

he paused, looking at you with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. "you know, i think we make a pretty good team. not just at work, but... everything."

your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze. "i think so too."

from that moment, your relationship with trevor began to evolve into something more. you began dating shortly after, and it was more than you could’ve ever asked for. what’s started as an office-place acquaintance grew into a deep and loving relationship. you supported each other through the highs and lows of work and life, creating countless memories and jokes along the way.

as trevor continued to shine on smosh, you were right there beside him, proud of the journey you had both embarked on together. your guys’ bond had turned into an unbreakable partnership, built on chemistry that had been there from the very first day.

[seriesxwriting]

Hi! Can I ask for Damon Salvatore and the female reader where Damon follows the female reader because he is jealous like about Elena in episode 7 of season 6 in Withmore Medical Center Fundraiser

Thank you for the request, sorry for the wait I’ve had a lot of these to get through, I hope you enjoy the read <3!!

She’s mine she just doesn’t know it yet

Series: The vampire diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Female Reader

Summary: Request ❤️

Warnings: kissing, little bit of fighting, erm drinking?

Ring Ring

I walked over to my bed in my towel as I twisted my hair up in another. Damon was ringing. My forehead wrinkled wondering what he wanted, so I reached over and picked it up.

“Hello?” I answered taking a seat now on the bed.

“Ello ello, you alright?” Damon answered, the sounds in the background of his call made it obvious he was driving his car. I laughed at how he’d answered the phone.

“I’m fine, how are you?” I answered back shaking my head a little while smiling too myself.

“I’ll be great in about twenty minutes when I come and pick you up”. He responded without a question in sight. My brows knitted together.

“Damon- I can’t, I’m busy tonight” I told him as I felt my forehead sweat a little. I probably would have preferred hanging out with Damon.

“Busy? Doing what?” He questioned, his tone changing completely.

“I uh- I’ve been invited to a dance outside of town- it’s nothing major just a charity thing” I told him trying to play it down a little.

“A dance? Out of town? By who?” He asked all very quickly. I sighed deeply taking a long breath in.

“A boy i met recently, his name is Liam” I admitted, though I didn’t want to. I didn’t want Damon to get the wrong end of the stick, Liam was lovely but he wasn’t Damon. I just didn’t want him to think it was a date, I didn’t want either of them to think it was a date.

“So you’re going on a date?” He quizzed sounding a little taken back.

“No- I- I don’t know what it is, I’m just going out with a friend for the night” I told him, unsure of how he was going to take it.

“Alright” he eventually said after a few moments of silence.

“I have to go… I have to finish getting ready” I told him with a smile he obviously couldn’t see.

“I’ll see you later, enjoy your night” he told me a little plainly. Anyone could have seen through that.

“Thanks- goodbye” I replied sounding a little defeated myself.

I didn’t want him to find out what I was doing this evening. Especially not like this. He had plans for us, I could only imagine what we were going to get up to. I put my phone back on charge and carried on getting dressed. And tried not to think too much about Damon.

Not so long after, Liam was knocking at my door coming to pick me up. He was in a suit and had a wide smile across his face. “You look- outstanding” he blinked gazing upon me as if I was a god.

“Not too bad you’re self” I giggled coming out of the door and locking it. “I’m excited to spend this time with you” he put his arm out even though we were just going to his car. I gave him a warm smile and took hold of his bicep. “It’ll be fun, plus I love a dance, and for a great cause” I shrugged. Liam chucked and opened my car door for me.

The ride to the dance was quite a long journey, it was at least half an hour forty minutes away. At times the silence was a little awkward but we managed to fill it with laughter. But I think it was mainly my fault. I was only half in the car, the other half of me was still sat on that bed talking to Damon.

When we arrived Liam again put his arm out and we entered the building. The decorations were amazing, there were lights everywhere, a huge display of champagne glasses all stacked up on each other, chandeliers drooping from the ceiling. “It’s gorgeous in here” I gazing completely amazed by all the work put in.

“It gets bigger every year as more people recognise it” Liam told me, but he wasn’t looking at all the details, he was staring at me. I blushed under his eyes and he chucked. “You do look incredible tonight” he told me taking my hand in his. “Such polysyllabic words tonight” I raised an eyebrow trying to brush the compliment under the rug. “What can I say, straight A student” he brush off imagine dust off his shoulder making me laugh.

“Would you like to come meet my parents, they’re over there” he subtly nodding to the side of the room. But when I looked closer I realised that they weren’t alone, they were talking to another man. And that man was none other than Damon Salvatore. What the hell was he doing here- and how he look so handsome in a suit. I was going to need a drink for this.

“Why don’t you grab us some drinks first and then we can head over” I tilted my head pleading him with my eyes so that he couldn’t say no. “Now you’re getting the hang of it” he chucked rubbing my arm before heading off. As I turned around, Damon was standing in front of me. I jumped slightly, my eyes widening. “what the hell are you doing here” I hissed while pitching my eyebrows together.

“Coming to support- childline?” Damon looked around for any signs of what the charity was for. “It’s a disability charity” I shook my head trying to contain my laugh. “How’d you even get in, you weren’t on the list” “I’m a vampire y/n, I don’t need a list” he looked at me like I was stupid and to be fair it was a stupid question. “Well how did you know where I was?” I put my hands on my hips.

“Oh that part was pretty mundane I just tracked your phone” he shrugged his shoulders. I sighed taking a deep breath in not knowing what to do in this situation. “Oh look your dates coming back” his eyes gleamed at the new material as Liam came holding two drinks.

“Hello, I don’t believe I’ve seen you here you must be a new member” Liam smiled completely oblivious to the fact that Damon was about to eat him alive. He passed me my drink of white wine, to which I held my tongue for. “Damon Salvatore, newest member of- the charity” he looked at me side ways and raised his eyes “disability really is hard” “yes, it can make the simplest so difficult, that’s why we work to raise money to help fund an easier life for those who suffer with disability” Liam nodded, he seemed really proud of what he did.

I smelt the white wine as they were talking but decided against taking a sip. Damon saw what was doing and tutted. “You do know, y/n doesn’t like white wine right?” He shook his head condescendingly. “Damon” I whispered in horror. “Oh- I didn’t know- have you two already met?” “Oh me and y/n go way back, don’t we” he smiled a little psychotically.

“We have- mutual friends” I smiled awkwardly at Liam who looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. “Oh come on it’s more than that” Damon rolled his eyes really enjoying this. “What are you doing” I hissed at him dangerously. “So uh did you two come together?” Damon asked Liam turning back to him. “Yeah, y/n is my date” he nodded. I almost choked on the air.

I coughed into my hand as they both stared at me. “We didn’t actually clarify w…” but Damon cut me off. “That’s amazing im so happy for you both, it’s nice to know y/n is with a man who can’t even get her drink right” Damon patted Liam on the chest. “Is there a problem?” Liam stepped a little close to Damon, with a serious face slapped across his own. “You tell me?” Damon chuckled turning to me after “confident this one huh” he wriggled his eyebrows.

“Damon” I whispered begging him not to cause any problems. “You need to leave us alone, or there will be a problem” Liam gritted his teeth together. He put his drink on a near by table as if he was getting ready for a fight. I didn’t know what to do. “You know… Im just not convinced you’re right for her you know? I feel like I’m a good judge of character and- you’re just not cutting it” Damon told him, again being overly condescending.

“Who says you have a right to decide that?” Liam laughed, but I watched as that just pissed Damon off more. “I do” he shoved Liam, not too hard but he still stumbled back a little. With that Liams whole face changed and he swung for Damon. He ducked it not even having to think about it and shoved him again. Just making him more and more angry. Liam tried to punch him again but Damon blocked it and push him a little harder making him fall onto the floor.

“Stop it!” I called out noticing everyone was watching. “Damon outside now!” I pointed to the doors. Liam stood up from the floor and slipped his arm around my waist. Damon scowled at us both before turning around and leaving through the doors. “What a prick” Liam exclaimed once Damon was gone. “I’m gonna go talk to him” I weaved my way out of his arm. “Why? Just let him be he’s gone now” “because I lied- we’re friends- we’re more than that liam we’re close- I need to find out what his problem is”.

Liams eyes looked sad, as if he knew he’d already lost. “Okay” he finally answered taking a step back from me. I gave him a small sympathetic smile, because when it came to Damon I knew Liam always lost too. I fluttered out of the doors and into the cold night. I saw Damon sitting on one of the fences looking up at the night. I wondered over to him coming in front and resting my arms on his knees. “Damon” “I’m sorry” he told me automatically before he even looked at me. He was now. I could see he was sorry.

It was written all over his face. “I am” “I can see that…” I sighed getting a little closer to him. “Why are you sorry” “for coming, I should have just let you enjoy your date and if you picked him then..” he shrugged his shoulders looking back up to the moon. “What- do you mean if I picked him?” I stuttered feeling my throat go dry. “Hm, I suppose that is confusing, I would have had to make myself an option for you to pick him”.

I blinked in disbelief. Is he saying he came here to pick a fight with Liam- because he was jealous? “If you were an option Damon, i wouldn’t be here..” I replied in a small voice. His head turned to mine at the speed of light. “I am an option- maybe not a very good one- I’m a jealous, headstrong, stupid option but- I am one”. I chuckled to myself brushing my thumbs over his knees. “You’re the only option I want” I whispered looking down at the floor.

Damon jumped down from sitting on the fence, yet still towered over me. He lifted my head up with his pointy finger so I was looking into his eyes. “All this time I was jealous of these boys looking at you, talking to you, dating you- and all this time, really you liked me?”. I nodded my head as goosebumps traveled all up my skin under his touch. “Hmm- well we’ve wasted a lot of time then” Damon told me making my laugh.

“We can make up for it” I brushed my hands up his arms feeling his biceps, which were much bigger than Liams. “Might as well start now then” Damon smiled pulling me in for a kiss.

Finally, heaven.

All series masterlist

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[achillfrog]

Hey, so...

My rabbit, Sir Galahad, died last Friday. I’m trying to find a way to live with this, so. Here’s ten things about him.

1. His favourite “healthy” food was kale. He wasn’t allowed to have it all the time, coz it’s too high in... something. But every now and then he would get some. His favourite non-healthy food was sultanas; we would share a box every now and then.

2. He looked like a ball of fluff when he was sitting normally, but when he stretched out, he was so flat. I used to call him flat-rabbit when he did that. He could change his shape a lot, depending on how he was sitting.

3. He and I shared a room, and for the first few months, when I went to bed at night, he would jump up next to me and try to groom my hair. This was extremely painful, as he would dig his teeth into my scalp and drag them down. But I appreciated the thought.

4. He went nuts for food. He would get so excited, jumping around me, whenever he thought food was on offer. One time, he figured out how to climb onto my desk and helped himself to a few nibbles on some biscuits I had up there, which were definitely not for him.

5. I haven’t had a rabbit since I was like four, so the first time he flopped, I thought he’d died or passed out or something. I was frantically shaking him, trying to “wake” him up, while also googling madly trying to figure out what had happened. He was unconcerned.

6. He didn’t like to be picked up or held, but he loved pats, and would often snuggle next to me. If I was lucky, he would put his front feet on my leg while I rubbed his face. He liked it when I cupped his head between my hands and rubbed, like I was trying to start a fire or something. That was his favourite.

7. If he felt that he hadn’t gotten enough pats recently, he would charge at my ankles and grunt. As he weighed less than two kilos, this was not particularly intimidating, but it got the point across.

8. He had the softest fur I’ve ever felt. He was very meticulous about keeping it clean, though sometimes I had to help him shed. But it was so soft. A lot of people commented on it, when they met him. That and how sweet and friendly he was. Most people didn’t expect a rabbit to be so friendly.

9. While he did get scared sometimes, he was so brave. We’d be at the vets, and he’d poke his head up and look around. When the kids wanted to pet him, he didn’t shy away, even if they got too excited and made sudden moves. He was 100% willing to throw down with our 30 kilo labrador puppy (who wouldn’t hurt him, but did get a bit over-enthusiastic).

10. He trusted me from the beginning. From the moment I stepped into my front yard and saw him, where he’d likely been dumped by his previous owner, he seemed to know. I’ve seen videos of people trying to catch rabbits, even domestic rabbits, and they’re so hard to catch. But he let me walk right up to him, and pick him up, even though he hates being picked up. It was like he knew I loved him, and from the second I saw him I did. He would follow me around, when I let him free roam the house. Sometimes when I’d come into our room, he’d startle and hide. But then he’d see it was me, and come over for a pat.

I miss you Gali. My sweet boy. It hurts so much. I love you. I’m sorry. Our time together was so short. But know I love you.

Goodbye.

[yxngbxkkie]

street racing series masterlist

hello! so, i’ve seen the idea of min as a street racer on tik tok. and, recently, i had the idea to make mood boards of skz as street racers. which you can find that post here! i’ve now decided to write a mini series for this idea. i’m super excited about the ideas that i have, and i hope that you enjoy it as well <3

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Secrets - Bang Chan

Lately, over the past month and a half, your best friend has been blowing you off. You know Chan isn’t normally like that, and being in love with him didn’t help the fact either. You tried asking his friends about it, but they wouldn’t tell you anything. The only thing they’d say is, “It’s not my secret to tell.” You decide to distance yourself from him, even though he’s already kind of doing that himself. After a month of not seeing or talking to Chan, he randomly shows up at your apartment one night. You try to get him to go home, telling him that you didn’t want to see him, but he wasn’t having any of it. He dragged you out of your apartment, reassuring you that he’ll explain why he kept blowing you off. And that’s how you end up in the passenger seat of Chan’s car, participating in a street race.

Rivals - Lee Know

Lee Minho, a rival of your boyfriend. The guy you’re dating warned you about him multiple times. From how he puts it, Minho is an asshole. And from what you’ve seen, you can agree. Unfortunately, your boyfriend has lost more races against him than won, and Minho’s not afraid to rub it in both of your faces when everything’s done for the night. The rivalry between your boyfriend and Minho becomes too toxic for you that you end up going to Minho to try and mend it. You slip into his vehicle before the race starts, not your best idea but it was the only idea you had at that moment in time, and it quickly turns into a bad idea when your boyfriend catches you in his car.

Change of Heart - Seo Changbin

You met Seo Changbin in a coffee shop. He’s loud, cocky, and sometimes he’s kind of a dick. You dread it every time he comes into the cozy place. Sometimes you wish you could quit your job there and work somewhere else, just to get away from him. After going out with a man you met through your job, you end up at an illegal street race. You quickly find yourself uncomfortable with this guy and when you ask him to bring you home, he ditches you. One thing you didn’t expect… Seo Changbin coming to your rescue.

Off Limits - Hwang Hyunjin

You’re the daughter of a big corporate boss. Your father despises the street races that go on almost every night near his company building. He’s warned you his whole life to stay away from those kinds of people. Sometimes street racers can be hard to spot. Who would’ve thought that the handsome man you met at an art exhibit would be one of the best street racers in the city?

Childhood Friends - Han Jisung

You moved away from Seoul when you were a teenager. You hated leaving. You didn’t want to leave. Especially after meeting Han Jisung. He and his family lived next door to yours since you were toddlers. After being away for ten years, you finally find yourself living in Seoul again. The first thing you attempt to do is get in contact with Jisung. The two of you kept in contact for a few years after you moved but as time went on, the messages slowly stopped coming. One night, you stumble upon a street race. You heard that they happen a lot but you’ve never seen them. And you never would’ve thought that your childhood friend would be a part of it. 

My Favorite Boy - Lee Felix

You meet Lee Felix through your best friend. She’s dating one of his friends and one night she asked you to go for a drive with her. With how busy you’ve been with work, you accepted her offer. Your whole night did a 180 when the two of you show up at a street race that her boyfriend is participating in. You’ve only seen street races in movies. Before the race starts, you find yourself aimlessly walking around the parked cars. That’s when you meet a beautiful man with cheeks littered with freckles and a personality that shines as bright as the sun.

Anything For You - Kim Seungmin

You knew that Seungmin was a street racer. He kept it a secret from you for half of your relationship. You understood why he did it. He wanted to keep you safe and he didn’t want you to worry about him. Recently, you’ve been hearing about how dangerous street racing has become. A few people have been holding grudges against the people they lost to. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried about Seungmin, even though the two of you broke up months beforehand.

Racing Gone Wrong - Yang Jeongin

Your roommate has been sneaking out of the apartment almost every night. You, being a curious person, decide to follow him one night and found out his biggest secret. Street racing. Never in a million years, you would think that your roommate, who’s an absolute angel, would be a street racer. You planned to tell him that you knew but a part of you thought he’d get angry, so you kept it to yourself. It didn’t stop you from going every night he went, disguising yourself with a hoodie he’s never seen you wear before. You did well to keep yourself hidden until one night when Jeongin gets into a big accident.

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[valentine-cafe]

﹙1 year anniversary. ﹚ ─── can you believe it has been a year? ”

( eden. ) how do we even start this off? well, I don’t think that there is any formal way that we possibly can. all we can say is that this entire day has been so surreal. like -

what do you mean it’s been a whole year that we’ve had the blog? it feels like just yesterday, yet ten years all at the same time. everything just went on so fast and to be here typing this now feels like it’s a dream.

I don’t think I’ve ever thought I could be consistent with a blog like I have been with this one. I didn’t think that I would get so much of joy out of sharing our characters and connecting with people like we have over this year. but I have, and I am grateful. from this one spontaneous day of telling howl I wanna make an oc blog to now planning a book series because of it. . .

I guess all I can say is - thank you. thank you, all of you, for this year that you have spent with us. whether you were here from the beginning or you are a recent enthusiast of the cafe. all of you have made this year amazing. to hear that we touch and inspire people with our writing, art, etc. to hear that people genuinely look forward to our posts - to us - it’s amazing.

thank you for all the continued support. thank you for being here and showing us that we have a shot at this book thing. from all your kind words to your sillies and your rambles. we want you to know that we appreciate every one of you. we cannot wait to continue the content for the future and walk this journey with you!

I’m not sure if any authors previously have tried this path. of creating and connecting with a fanbase before their work is done. I hope more do. because this has been a dream come true. I’m so honoured to sit here and type this out. I’m so grateful for this year that has gone by - and I sure as hell am ready for all that is to come !

best wishes as always, please take care and stay safe. remember that we love all of you <3

( howl ) : To think that this has gone on for an entire year now. Why, it feels like more! I am excited to say that both Eden and I look forward to the future of this blog greatly, and adore the work that we get to make for it.

Did you know, this blog took two ( 2 ) months to make, when it was still in creation? It took us much thought and love to figure out how we were gonna make this a blog with characters we love so dearly one for all of you to see! Characters you could love as well.

Along a journey of hard work, tears and laughter. Came all of you, and many of you are still teetering in. We love you all the same, and are grateful for your presence.

With your endless support, and your interest and love for our world, our characters — the books that are in making. We feel aspired to keep going. The inspiration we get from watching all of you, amazing souls and beautiful minded individuals.

The entire meaning of this blog, is to uplift people. Inspire them. It was created just as much for sillies, yes and the purpose of sharing interesting oc’s. But the meaning of it, was to uplift, and inspire, help people feel seen by reflections of themselves in our characters. The same way we see it. If that makes sense.

You are all such a big help in this big project of ours.

It started out so small, like a flicker of light in the dark matter of night. Burst into a sun, a star and a moon. All shining so brightly together.

Thank you, for being here. For being the wonderful soul you are.

Thank you for coming around or dropping by after a hard day or a good day! With lovely requests and questions galore about our characters.

Thank you for sending us your lovely art, thank you for sending us your ideas and headcanons, thank you for coming around to make sure we’re doing okay.

We wish for all of you to know, nevermind who you are, and where life is for you at this very moment. We believe in you, keep going. Even when it gets hard. Come morning, come night. There shall always be light to guide you. And we will happily do that.

We love all of you so much, thank you. I don’t have any words to describe just how much all of you really mean to us. No words were created for such.

You are all doing Eden and I such a big amount of support and we love and appreciate you for it. And we hope, that when these books come out, and you get to see these characters once more. In different lights, but lovable all the same, that you will find comfort and help in them, as much as we have.

Thank you.

[lovedrruunk]

'Mango Letters ♡⸝⸝💌⊹˖➴

Venture (Overwatch) x GN Reader

[Established Relationship!]

Authors note!!!; DID U MISS MEEE??? also...IM SO SORRYYY!!!! BUT I THINK IM JUST GONNA START WRITING WHAT I WANT :((( i realized im sososo bad with requests like genuinely ughhhh!! Ill def do some every now and then tho! Anyways im just clearing out my drafts cuz I’ve come to the realization that this is literally tumblr and my posts don’t have to be perfect lmao, enjoy!!

75 days 18 hours 46 minutes and 3 seconds. That's how long it had been since you've seen your partner Sloan. Being with them you knew how devoted they were to their work and how much it required them to travel but on pretty days like this one when the weathers just right and the flowers are in full bloom and the sunset is the perfect hue of orange, you couldn't help but wish they were by your side.

And although they were thousands of miles away they always made sure to send you physical manifestations of their love.

Through love letters of course!!!

It had been a tradition ever since they had started going on longer expeditions for them to send you things in the mail. So there in your shared closet in a cute little shoebox on the top shelf, laid all their feelings on coffee stained papers. Little crystals the same color as your eyes, maps with all the places they wanted to take you, polaroids of them doing silly faces, and your favorite part, the sweet scent of mango that came with it all.

And so although they weren't by your side, their feelings were. Their longing, their excitement, their thoughts, all in the palm of your hands covered in all types stickers and doodles.

Sitting outside on the porch of your shared home enjoying the calm breeze you smile holding the most recent letter delivered. Inhaling deeply catching the hints of mango as you carefully open it.

Dear Beloved,

It's been so looong!!! I can feel myself aging without you! Hope this letter finds you well! Notice how I used "beloved"? Fancy huh? Arn't I just the most romantic partner ever? (don't answer that.) This is my fifth time trying to write this and it's annoying the crew so this is my last chance before they jump me... It's just so hard y'know!? It has to be perfect. Perfect for you. Is that cringe? That was cringe sorry! I miss you lots and I think about you all the time... You'd love Petra! A camel ate my shemagh... but It's whatever. I'll buy a new one tomorrow, I'll get one for you too so don't worry! Now that I'm thinking about it the days seem to be going by pretty slow and I'm not sure if I like it much. Like I said I miss you a lot and it stinks being away from you for this long. Can't you just book a flight over here? Can't you do that for me pretty pleaseee? That's ridiculous? Okay just say you hate me and never want me to come back, just say you don't love me at all and want me to get stuck in a cave foreva. Just kidding! or am I?... (I am! >ᴗ<)

I like to imagine you’re missing me really bad counting down the seconds till I get back, which by the way I am too so don’t feel the need to deny it! I can see it now… You all shriveled up like a raisin crawling on the floor going “sloannn… sloannnn…” because of how bad you miss me hehe. Just kidding again! It’s probably the opposite let’s be real… I’m going insane without you seriously, I started talking to the hieroglyphics yesterday and the crew even caught me tasting some rocks earlier (sos!!!!)

But speaking of, they’re rushing me to “turn the lights off already” what a bunch of buzzkills ammarite? Promise to show up in my dreams okay? Who am I kidding, you’re always there regardless. Sweet dreams ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

p.s they really wanna meet you!

p.p.s take care okay? I’ll be home before you know it!!!

Yours truly,

(so romantic!!!)

“(๑´>᎑<)~*”

[acrobattack]

bliss redesign based off one I made in my teens

thought process + various other bits and bobs under the cut

I was 15 and annoyed by everything that moved when this character first came out, so in my own head I was very much making a Point with this redesign. Hence, I made very minimal changes. I wanted to work with what was already there and basically just make the existing design more thought-through. Little breakdown ahead (keeping in mind i myself am very much An Amateur who doesn’t know shit and am just ranting about my opinions and i also haven’t seen a single second of the 2016 reboot so i don’t know much about Bliss to begin with)

1. one of my Biggest pet peeves with Bliss is that the powerpuff girls each have bangs that are simple, memorable, and iconic while also being unique from each other and being reminiscent of irl little girls hairstyles. It’s very neat and clever and I like it a lot

and then Bliss has this confusing jumble of shapes that looks like it changes in style halfway across her forehead

i have absolutely no idea what the intent is here. My only guess is maybe it’s meant to look weird on purpose like she was trying to cut it herself or something (I suspect it’s something like that since she seems to have normal looking bangs as a little kid from what I can see) but it doesn’t really come off that way if that’s the case. It just looks like baby’s first PPG OC where you Understand that it’s meant to be hair and that it is made out of shapes but have 0 understanding of hairstyle or character design in general. Heck I might have put this exact hairline on a character in the past at the age of like 8

So in my redesign she’s got 5 even notches across her bangs, not thee most exciting change but it does the job I think. It is pretty reminiscent of Blossom but they look different enough from each other that I wasn’t too worried about it

2. low-hanging fruit time, Bliss’s hair color is horrible on the eyes. I’m bewildered at the decision to do this, especially since there is just so much of it, I struggle to think of how she could exist in any scene without hogging all the viewer’s attention constantly. That said, I understand they wanted her to have an unnatural hair color to really signal that she is a Fresh new Teen character from the late 2010’s, which is. Whatever, that’s fine, so she gets purple hair now. I kept the streak for the same reason, especially since she’s got a lot of hair, so no harm in a little extra interest in there.

I also learned recently that her hair glows sometimes? which i did Not know when first drawing her but well i think the darker color helps anyway. It adds some contrast for when she’s normal vs when she’s glowing and makes the latter appear more,, idk threatening or powerful or whatever the mood generally is when she’s doing that.

I did re-add that toothpaste blue to her eyelids though. I like to think it’s also the color of her lasers. It’s a cute color, just not as like 70% of this character’s palette

3. real talk I was drawing this from memory and didn’t mean to change the way her hair flares out from her head. realistically I think the original is fine, maybe just a little boring but fine, so that part of the redesign was an accident. Only thing is, it’s in the exact same position in every screenshot I’ve seen? It doesn’t seem to whip around when she’s flying or anything which looks weird and probably looks weirder in motion, especially since it takes up so much space onscreen. Idk it’s a strange decision, esp since the original show liked to use the ppg’s hair to emphasize their movement, so I’d just bring more movement into her hair. I mean if nothing else it’d make her look cooler.

very very rough little visual of what I mean

I also ended up making it shorter in my redesign—again, not really intentional, but I think it’s better that it eats up a little less of her silhouette

4. Her headband is largely the same, I didn’t hate the idea of her having an accessory, so I just toned down the colors. I’m not personally a fan of the powder blue and that pink heart is very bright and just doesn’t go with the rest of her (once again the color of her hair is doing it no favors). I also moved the heart over. Not necessarily needed I think, but I feel like it reads quicker as a headband and not a weird crown that way+introduces some asymmetry into her design that I think is nice.

5. my biggest gripe other than her bangs are her hips. I’m not against adding anatomy to this character design to make her read visually as older than the girls, but it’s so awkwardly done and distracting. I feel like it even interferes with her line of action more often than not (which is not helped by her unmoving hair).

Part of the issue is she still has the teeny tiny torso, just… with those square-ish hips slapped on, which makes her legs look all gangly and stretched out. I tried to balance out the proportions more in my redesign, as well as change the hips to a flared skirt. I think it helps differentiate her from the girls and still implies hips underneath, it just also functions as a less clunky transition from her torso to her legs.

Lengthening her torso also allows the stripe to look more like a belt above the skirt, which I think helps to sell her as “similar, but not the same” from the ppg

6. Her leggings(? Idk Im not a fashion person) aren’t a bad idea I think. like a more mature version of the girls’ stockings, but I think the white makes them look really distracting. It would help to make them a darker color I think, but since I wanted to keep them reminiscent of the girls’ socks I kept them white and just shortened them.

7. Not really sure what Bliss is wearing on her feet. I think they’re Mary Janes, but they’re drawn a bit different from the girls’ and I honestly think it’s too babyish a shoe for her to wear. I’m not sure what she’s actually wearing in my redesign either honestly, but the goal was just to make them look like the girls’ Mary Janes while clearly being something different.

8. Uh her signature color is something I’ve contemplated changing a lot but to be real I think it’s fine. I feel it was a very bad idea from a marketing standpoint because people were hype about Bunny and would obviously be mad they didn’t get her once the character actually dropped (and in the long-run she would just end up being overshadowed by the character everyone has already assigned that color to) but I’m personally not bugged by her being purple beyond that. If I were to draw them together though I think Bunny would have a more pinky shade of purple and Bliss leans more blue.

Loosely on the same topic, because of Bliss I’ve had a running headcanon that “only child” types of powerpuffs tend to come out purple. Kind of like how trios tend to have a red, blue, and green. It’s a fun little piece of fake lore to rotate around in my brain

Anyway with all that out of the way, here’s some redesigns I decided to have some fun with. Wasn’t being too precious about recognizability or simplicity or anything like that, but I did run out of steam partway through. There’s also one based off Whoopass Bell bc idk, why not

Finally, here’s some OCs I only ever drew once before out of a desire to give Bliss her own teen girl archetypes to form a team with. This is Bee and Beetle, who I’ll probably definitely forget about again immediately after posting this

[wlwprker]

alive- tom!peter parker x reader

a/n: i always write with tom’s peter in my head but you can imagine any peter you like!! sorry if theres grammar issues i wrote this in like 2 days at 3 am 😭 i missed writing for him! hope u enjoyed! feedback is appreciated❤️❤️

summary: peter parker has always been your best friend for as long as you can remember. he knows you in a way you’ve always wanted someone to know you. he understands you, every single part of you… it was inevitable that your feelings for him started to run deeper, right?

warnings: minimal proofreading, insecurities, misunderstood!reader, ; lowercase intentional, use of italics + bold!

w/c: 2,387

you always knew you were not like the other kids at school or even within your neighborhood. you never saw that as a bad thing, your brain just worked differently than most people, and you always felt miles away from your peers.

there weren’t many people who truly understood you and that was your world.

after years of being in public schools where you felt like a zoo animal in a cage, you finally decided to go to a school where at least those who were different could all be together.

Midtown High, the ‘gifted’ school, you always dreamed of being a student here, but you could never have imagined getting to walk through the halls every day.

you blinked away those thoughts as you stepped into Midtown High, finding your way to your locker, your eyes lighting up as your friends joined you.

you never asked or expected anybody to understand you, but when you found people who did, it was like that was the missing piece that you always needed.

you were torn away from your thoughts by a gentle touch and a sugary sweet voice that belonged to none other than peter parker.

“hey, where’d u go?”, he whispered, only for you to hear as his fingers softly touched your wrist.

an apology was on the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed it down.

“just thinking, what are we talking about?”

peter’s eyes are locked on you, and you know that look, he knows you way too well. he knows you like the back of his hand. you look away as you start subconsciously tracing symbols on the cafeteria table.

his stare is burning into you, you force yourself to turn your attention to your other friends who are caught up in conversation about a new movie. your ears perked up as you caught onto the specific movie they were discussing.

the new wicked movie.

“oh my gosh! i just watched it recently! i love musicals! i remember how many times i’ve seen it on broadway! i finally got my friend from my childhood to watch it with me! the choreography was insane, the vocals, and do not even get me started on the harmonies. i was also reading about the audition process-“ you cut yourself off as you look back to find everyone staring at you completely dumbfounded, everyone except peter, mj and ned.

you got excited and talked too much… again.

“girl slow down”, betty laughed. there was no malicious intent in her words, you knew that, but that didn’t make it sting any less. you stood up to throw away the lunch that you barely ate.

peter placed his hand on the table next to yours, and you’re about to lock eyes with him but the bell rings. you grabbed your bag and started to walk away, but he stopped you in the hallway.

“do you think i talk too much?”, you blurted out and then you shook your head.

“don’t answer that, it’s fine”

“hey, look at me”, peter said, but you focused your eyes on your rings as you turned them anxiously. peter tapped your rings to get your attention.

you tried to fight against it, but he always captured your heart in one swoop, and you slowly looked up.

“there you are!”

your heart almost burst at his soft smile, and it was this moment; this exact moment in time that everything clicked.

you adored peter more than anyone, he’s one of your best friends in the whole world but the way he’s smiling at you… it felt different.

the realization hit you like a tidal wave and your throat felt tight. you had just realized that you liked peter and suddenly the hallway felt smaller.

the shift in your behavior was obvious to peter. he furrowed his brows as he opened his mouth to voice his concern, but the bell rang and suddenly mj was guiding you to the next class, leaving peter in the hallway, completely confused.

“spill it, y/n/n”, mj said in a hushed tone as you shook yourself away from the distracting thoughts of him.

“i.. it’s nothing”

mj stopped short and gave you a knowing look, it’s hard not to tell her anything when she knows you this well. she’s one of the few people in the world who never judged you or made you feel like you were “different”.

“you’re going to laugh”, you said as you looked at her, internally cringing at the admission you were about to say to a real person.

“probably, but who cares”, mj shrugged as she shoved your shoulder playfully.

“well..peter-“, you cut yourself off as he walked by, forcing the confession down to the deepest depths of your heart.

mj’s curiosity had peaked even further as you both walked into english class, thoughts of your feelings for peter circling around your head like a million little birds.

a tap on your shoulder tore you away from frantically writing notes to distract yourself from your head and heart. you put your pencil down and turned to find peter looking at you, concern etched across his face as his cocoa-colored eyes caught yours.

as luck would have it, you had found yourself back at peter’s house after school.

“so are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”, peter asked quietly. you didnt respond, so he continued.

“you looked like you were going to pass out in the hallway today”

oh. well, its not like you can exactly tell him.

“oh i’m fine”, you settled for a lie, hoping that would be enough to move on, but it wasn’t. it’s peter, he knows you and cares for you too much to let that slide.

peter had moved the books out of the way, his full attention on you, which made every emotion and thought in your head even louder.

“y/n, we’ve known each other long enough to know that isn’t true”, peter said as he poked your cheek with the end of his pencil. you looked down at your overly rusted rings, twisting them.

“oh my gosh, i almost forgot!”

you looked up from your rings and peter placed a little box on your knee. you rubbed your brows in confusion as you unwrapped the box. inside the box contained two gold rings with a spider emblem engraved in them.

“penny for a penny”, peter said as he watched you examining the rings, and your heart lurched at his words.

you can’t believe he remembered that promise the two of you made all those months ago. a penny for a penny, a promise to always tell each other everything.

you took out a penny and placed it in the middle of the floor. peter pulled out a penny and placed it next to yours.

“i’m spider-man and i know i should have told you sooner, but they go after people i care about and i was trying to protect you because i didn’t want you to get hurt. please don’t be mad”, peter said softly with worry lacing his words. “i got two rings, one for you and one for me… so we’re always with each other”, peter finished with a shy smile.

“i’m not mad, pete”

he sighed in relief as he took his penny away from the center and your heart picked up speed. your secret was much less daunting, but it made your heart race to think about all the outcomes.

peter urged you to speak. you bit your lip, looking at the ceiling as if some magical forc on his ceiling would make it easier.

“i realized today that i like someone…more than a friend. kill me, please, i sound like a 12-year old-girl” you whined as you flopped down onto your side.

“who is it?”, peter asked excitedly, leaning his cheek on his hand, looking down at you.

he has no idea how incredibly hard he’s making this for you.

you shot him a look that had him laughing hysterically. you sighed as you pinched your eyebrows together.

peter smiled as he looked at you. he would never get tired of looking at you, you were one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen. he’d do anything to see you smile, and he would move planets to hear your melodic laugh that makes his heart ache. he loves to hear you talk even if you think you talk too much, which you don’t, not at all.

the things he’d do to make you happy and if he’s the cause of your happiness, it makes the sun shine brighter.

oh.

oh.

peter really liked you. he never realized what he felt for you was not platonic at all.

he was down bad.

“oh c’mon!”, peter teased as you groaned and snatched your penny away.

you got back to the work you had initially planned on doing and then when he spoke up again, your heart caught in your throat.

“are you going to ask them to homecoming?”

his question circled in your head in the weeks that led up to homecoming. every single day being around him was getting harder to suppress the growing feelings you harbored for him. you were staring at him as he talked to liz. she’s pretty, she’s popular and incredibly sweet, you understand.

“oh my god that’s what it is”, mj appeared next to you, startling you away from your analysis. you sent her a questioning look, but she spoke before you could defend your actions.

“you like peter, don’t you?”

you didn’t respond, but that was an answer in itself. peter walked away from liz and joined you and as soon as he started to take a seat, mj got up from the table. you sent her a warning look, but she smiled and sent you a thumbs up. you groaned dramatically as he took a seat across from you.

you were staring at him again, you couldn’t help it. you always loved the way his face lit up when he got excited, the way his whole body shook when he found something funny. you longed to reach forward and trace his dimples when he smiled. you wondered what it felt like to be held by him… or to be looked at like you were the only thing that mattered.

your mind trailed off further. you pondered what it would be like to finally kiss the lips of the boy who always spoke to you in a soft tone. the boy who had a contagious laugh.

would it be better than you imagined?

peter’s cheeks tinged with a light pink when he noticed you staring, almost as if you were analyzing him. he was never really looked at in that way, he never really stood out to people.

“you can always take a picture, i’ve been told they last longer”, peter joked, and you cleared your throat awkwardly as you suddenly found the rings on your finger so interesting. you looked at the ring peter got for you and spun it around a few times.

peter’s eyes had locked onto the ring he got you, and he didn’t know how much longer he could handle not being yours. he took notice of your silence and furrowed his brows in concern as he softly grabbed your hand, tracing a finger along the emblem on the ring which only made your heart beat faster. his hand fitted over yours perfectly, and you wished that you could be the one to hold it every single day of your life.

“hey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”, peter whispered sweetly. you nearly fell off your seat when you registered the word “pretty”.

peter’s words hit you hard. you told him everything, but this… it’s risky, he could never talk to you again.

you don’t know what made you want to tell him. maybe it was his hand in yours or the way he was looking at you as if there weren’t other people around… but you took that jump.

“do you remember that day at your house when i told you i liked someone?”

peter nodded as he kept his attention focused on you.

peter squeezed your hand as a way to reassure you, but that made your heart feel like it was going to jump from your chest and walk away.

“peter, it’s you.. the one i like, it’s you”, you said as you stared at the table. you waited for a sign of rejection from him, but it never came. you looked up from the table to see peter smiling brightly with pink-tinged cheeks and a soft look in his eyes.

“you like me too?”, peter asked quietly. you scrunched your nose and pinched your eyebrows together in deep thought.

“you are killing me, do you know that? you’re so painfully adorable, it drives me crazy. you drive me crazy”, peter said as he looked at you.

too? peter likes you??

peter smiled brightly as he watched the gears turn in your head. he has liked you since the start, he just didn’t want to overstep or scare you away.

“soo homecoming…” peter trailed off as he moved a piece of hair away from your face.

you felt shy under his gaze and the small touch of his fingers on your cheeks was enough to give you butterflies.

you attempted to bite back a smile, but it didn’t work very well.

“is now a good time to say that..” you started to tease him but barely got a word out when peter got out of his seat and sat next to you, you lost your words and your breath all in a matter of seconds. peter stood up and held his hand out, for you, which you took gratefully.

“now, lets go, we have some catching up to do”, peter said as he intertwined your fingers together and held onto your hand for the whole day.

you were pretty sure your cheeks could have broken with how much you were smiling all day.

you were thankful to peter, the one person who understood you enough to make you feel alive.

[willowbirds]

Imogen for the character asks? :3

Okay! Lets go!

First impression

I was immediately intrigued by her psychic abilities, especially considering that there hasn’t been a character like her before in the CR universe. There have been psychic powers before, but a character who actively has her mind reading active means that she is the first psychic character within the lore and I at first assumed that she was the Exandrian version of a Kalashtar.

Impression now

Oh she is so much more than the Exandrian version of a Kalashtar. She is my blorbo. My silly gal. My skrunkly that I’ve hit with my autism beam! I am always so excited whenever she gets new powers and abilities and I am hyped to see her Form of Havoc in action!

Favorite moment(s)

How do I decide? There’s her dream sequences, when she lightning bolted Laudna’s tree prison, her 33 deception roll! But there’s also her goofier moments. Like that time she fell down a flight of stairs or that moment in the lift down to mines way back in the early episodes. But honestly my favourite moments are her sweet and simple interactions with the other Hells. They range from genuine moments of venerability to chaotic shenanigans that make me laugh every time I think about them. It’s just so hard to pick with Imogen.

Idea for a story

*waves at all of my fics* They are basically all her!

Unpopular opinion (I don’t know if this is unpopular, but I’ve seen some meh takes on her so this might as well be unpopular)

Imogen is probably one of the best characters Laura Bailey has made story wise. Everyone talks about how Jester is Laura’s best, and I do agree she seems very comfortable in that character and that’s always important, but story wise Imogen is so intriguing. Her connection to the moon and her powers that keep growing leads to an uncertain story for her and that makes her so good! She has grown so much from that shy horse girl that struggled to be in crowds, and now she’s off saving the world despite what everyone says. She could have easily turned evil, but she hasn’t, and that is absolutely amazing to me!

Favourite relationship

Imogen and Ashton don’t get nearly enough screen time together and that is frankly a crime. Their dynamic is so good, with them both getting on each other’s nerves while also being there to reassure the other or snap some sense back into them. I also feel like there’s the unspoken connection of both of them having powers that they don’t fully understand. Imogen’s ever growing powers that could burst at the seams at any moment and Ashton’s dunimancy that he didn’t even have a name for until recently. They are probably also the youngest in the group in terms of years. They’re just two Marqet kids that now have to save the world even though they don’t properly understand themselves.

Favorite headcanon

That Imogen’s marks are sensitive to the touch. Often they normally tingle under someone’s touch, but someone’s touch actually burns after she has a nightmare and they sting profusely if she breaks the skin around or on them. The only person whose touch doesn’t do this is Laudna’s because of how cold her skin is and after a nightmare it’s a huge relief to Imogen. I also headcanon that she has a mark along her spine. (Same thing above applies here). I might do a fic fully exploring this headcanon at some point.

[abitohoney]

So after a recent Big Move™️, I’ve finally gotten my household goods delivered to my new home. WOOT WOOT.

And as I pulled out some baking/muffin pans, I thought

Damn. I’d like to think I’d be rough and tough and a “don’t look at me wrong or I’ll punt your ass over a high-rise” sort of girl boss in the Arcane world.

But realistically all I want is to bake some treats for Sev and Ran. Make sure they’re eating good. Dust off and adjust their collar before they head out on a mission/task or to a meeting or whatever. Pack them little snacks or lunchboxes. Pretend to not be fussy over them since I also have my own work but actually unintentionally show ✨affection✨. Give them a goodbye kith. Be a lil Susie-homemaker in denial.

Also this moonshine is kind of hitting hard send help

OMG congrats on the big move! I still remember my first big move! Exciting (and exhausting)! Hopefully you're past the exhausting part and slipping into chill mode.

Hard same on thinking I'd be a kick ass girl boss in Arcane but really just wanna be Sev and Ran's little Honey homemaker. 🤓

Some silly, cute, fluffy thoughts inspired by this below the cut. SFW believe it or not.

Fussing over them and packing them lil snacks and lunches sounds like a dream! 🤩 Gosh, just imagine packing them both a little paper sack lunch for the first time. They just give you a look like "Seriously? What am I, 8?" Meanwhile you're just smiling at them adoringly.

Maybe they both sit with the rest of Silco's cronies come lunch time. They're already feeling ridiculous carrying they're matching paper sack lunches, but they're just assuming it's gonna be some lame old bologna sandwiches and stale leftover chips from the last Jericho's dinner.

They simultaneously open their bags to pull out not just any old sandwich, rather it's the freshest looking bread they've ever seen, holding equally fresh greens, meats, and cheeses. And best worst of all, you'd used cookie cutters to cut them into heart shapes. Sevika and Ran exchange glances, brows raised. They both set the sandwiches down, behind their bags, hoping to hide them from the rest of the gang, only to pull out more incriminating lunchables. Several slices of pineapple, cut into disgustingly cute little stars. Then comes the veggies, cause of course you made sure their lunches were a complete balance of nutrition. Chubby little baby carrots arranged on a thick homemade hummus in a flower design. One little cherry tomato decorates the center.

The coup de grâce to their humiliation? Custom, tiny cupcakes decorated in bright pink, red, and purple icing and bedazzled with heart shaped sprinkles of the same colors.

Another exchange of glances, cheeks flushed, then eyes averted downward. Neither dare make eye contact with anyone else at the table. Not that any of them would dare to even so much as snicker at Silco's second in command or top assassin. Not if they valued their life.

So Sevika and Ran consume their entirely too cute lunch in silence. It's an uncomfortable one, but deep down, beneath those hard exteriors, their hearts swell with pride and joy. They have someone like you- who cares so much- to so lovingly select, create, and craft the sweetest of lunches. And just for them. ♥️

Sending help ASAP! (It's just me in a box with holes so I can 'help' you finish off that moonshine)

Also, every time you send me something ISTG I get such a strong itch to write my poly Sev x Reader x Ran fic. I will some day. (Still anxiously patiently waiting for your writing too! <3)

[lesliesknopes]

happy new year.

my fic for the @rwrbnygiftexchange and my wonderful giftee is @cr1nge-culture 🤍

breakfast in bed - read more

Alex drops onto his bed, his phone pressed to his ear as he listens to Henry ramble about the latest episode of Bake Off.

He’s never watched an episode of the show in his life, nor is he aware of who any of the contestants are this year. Still, he enjoys hearing the hint of excitement in Henry’s voice every time he talks about his favourite show.

Alex thinks he could listen to him forever in a very platonic and non-romantic way. It's just Henry has a nice voice, okay? He's well-educated and pronounces all his letters properly in his stupidly annoying but somewhat charming British accent. In recent months, they have been calling more and more often and Alex would almost admit that it’s becoming his favourite time of day when Henry's contact photo flashes on his phone screen.

“And the cake was wonky too,” Henry tells him with clear judgment in his voice that only comes from one who’s a well-versed critic in the art of baking.

“Says the pro chef.” Alex retorts.

He’s well aware at this point that Henry’s baking skills are more than lacking what with never having had to work a day in his life. If he wants a homemade cake he doesn't have to collect the ingredients and then spend tedious hours, mixing the ingredients and ensuring that everything is perfect like the usual plebeian. No, he can call his full-time personal chef and have one ready and waiting before the clock strikes 3 pm in the afternoon.

That being said he doesn’t think he would try any of the food Henry made even if he offered it up on a gold princely platter - he would be too worried about getting food poisoning. Those stomach pains could be a killer and Alex isn't ready for Henry to be the cause of them.

“I’ll have you know I’ve cooked one or two things in my lifetime.” Henry huffs and Alex cannot stop the amused smile that spreads across his face.

He knows the exact face Henry will be pulling right now, the one with a small crease between his brows as he frowns down at his phone. Alex should mark himself lucky that public hangings are no longer seen as respectable in modern England.

He is trying, Alex supposes, but Alex also knows with all his being that those cooking experiments were the opposite of successful.

“I bet your girlfriends have loved the morning after breakfast then,” he teases.

Alex can only imagine the number of millionaire or billionaire daughters that have had the privilege of a prince trying to impress him. What a sight, a young blond prince dressed in only a pale apron and burnt food everywhere would be, hedoesn’t think he has ever wanted to be a fly on a wall more.

“Actually he ate the whole plate,” Henry corrects.

There is a pause, the line having gone dead on the other side.

And  oh . It takes Alex’s brain a few moments to process exactly what Henry just said. Exactly what it means about himself.

“Henry?” Alex asks tentatively, wondering if the other man had hung up on him when he still doesn't say anything else.

“Can we pretend that you didn’t hear that?” Henry's voice suddenly sounds distant, as if he's dropped his phone and left it on the floor. The once happiness and excitement playing in his voice is long gone. Now he just sounds empty, void - the Henry Alex had grown to detest over the years only to find that he was more of the opposite than he could have ever expected.

“If it’s something you want to talk about-” Alex begins, but he's cut off by Henry's sharp voice.

“No.”

His answer is final and Alex doesn’t even try arguing with him on it. It's no use because Henry is clearly not budging on this. It’s not that much longer when he's hanging up leaving Alex with an empty feeling inside.

He keeps his phone pressed to his ear, even when Henry is long gone, hoping to hear his voice just once more. But it never happens.

-

It takes Alex a good few days to realise the enormity of Henry’s accidental admission. 

Princes can’t be gay, Nora had singsonged once over one too many bottles of wine and it is true. Or well he supposes it to be true, princes are expected to continue on the bloodline and being gay... that definitely complicates things. It also leads him down a rabbit hole, or two, of research about supposed closeted monarchs in England and the surrounding countries in between sending messages to Henry that go unanswered. 

Funnily enough, there are articles upon articles written by historians and the odd gossip channel about the subject. From the likes of Edward II to Charles I, there are gay rumours about everyone, and Alex can't help but feel fascinated at this new world he has discovered. Even though he feels his brain brimming with new knowledge he keeps it all to himself even when Nora questions why he looks like absolute shit one morning.

(The answer is reading up on King William II and his closest adviser Ranulf Flambard).

Soon though, it gets even too much for him to handle so he has to turn to one of his longest and most trusted friends: Google Docs.

He doesn't plan for the list to be long. Just long enough to give his brain a break from going into overdrive. He considers making it in chronological order but decides to type from the most likely theory to be true to the least. The last ones are far less believable, but if Henry can pretend to be straight and make the whole nation believe him so can they.

He is a good four pages in, when he finally pauses for a breath, the array of notes on the page a minefield and he sighs. To most, the work wouldn't look more than some random train of thought thrown onto a page but to someone else he thinks it might mean something. Call it a last-ditch attempt to get Henry to speak to him,

Without further thought, he forwards the document to Henry's email and closes the lid of his laptop, pushing it aside so he can gather a few hours of sleep. He needs it since the following day his mother wants him and June to accompany her for an event or two. The last thing he needs is some reporter making a comment about the dark circles under his eyes.

Sleep hits him fast, far faster than anticipated. It’s only about an hour later when he’s awakened from his slumber by the sound of his phone ringing. He bats around on his bedside table before his hand meets the cool surface of the screen andhe raises the phone to his ear, without checking the caller ID.”

“Hello?” He says into the receiver, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Alex, what on earth have you just sent to me?” A British voice responds and suddenly Alex feels himself very wide awake, as if he's just been injected with coffee into his veins. He sits up rubbing his eyes as he does his best to orient himself.

“Oh, you read that.” He says, recalling the email he sent a mere few hours ago.

“Yes, I did. The very compact list of the most likely members of royalty to be gay.” Henry doesn’t sound annoyed insteadhe sounds amused. “It was touching really.”

Alex lies back down on his pillow and groans. “It's just you had been ignoring me for a week and I don’t know wanted to make you feel seen or something.”

It sounds stupid saying it out in the open but it's the truth. It was the only way he could feel close to the other man when he refused to pick up his calls.

“Sorry.” And he does sound it. Alex is actually surprised he called him in the end. 

“It's okay. How are you feeling?”

“Better. I just…" Henry pauses and Alex prays against everything so that he doesn't hang up on him again and proceed to fall back towards the shadows. He's not sure if he could survive another week without any contact with Henry. "No one really knows without an NDA in place so don’t be surprised if Shaan attacks you with one the next time we see each other.”

“The next time we see each other hmm.” Alex smiles as he awaits Henry’s response. 

“Well, you did invite me to your New Year's Eve party.”

“You’re still coming?” He doesn't mean to make it sound like a question but with everything that had happened, he had assumed that would be it. Henry would be on the lookout for new friends who didn't know his honestly life-changing secret.

“Regrettably so,” he replies, and god Alex has missed this. The dry witty replies that Henry is always able to shoot back at him with the most subtle ease. He’s not sure how he survived the past few weeks without them. "Pez says that with an invite like this, I would be an idiot to turn it down."

[zepskies]

Hey, Zep! Quick question-

How did you manage to build your Tumblr following?

Ahh, great question, lovely anon!

A few key things I've done to build my following:

1. Posting my stories consistently. ✍🏽

When I started getting active on Tumblr last year, the lovely feedback I was getting spurred me on to keep writing, so I did! I wrote more last year than I probably ever have. But I also try to do so consistently.

I give people a heads up on when things are going to post (Marketing 101: If you want people to get excited, make sure they know when things are coming their way). And I did my best to stick to those deadlines.

Life can sometimes get in the way (shit happens, amirite?), but on the whole, I try to stay consistent. When people know they can rely on you, they're more likely to tune in every time you post.

I also give sneak previews of chapters and upcoming stories for that same reason. (I write chapters ahead of posting partly for this reason.) It can be a powerful hook when I'm writing a series in particular, to keep people invested by giving them a preview of what's coming in the next chapter. 💗

2. I try to make it easy for people to find me. 🧐

Use the right # tags. If it's an OC character in a pairing, don't use the reader tag (and vice versa). But do use the most popular pairing tags relevant to your story, fandom, character tags, genre, etc.

Tumblr currently allows you up to 30 tags that can be optimized/indexed by the site.

Anything after that is just to organize your blog and make things easier to find. I've seen a lot of brilliant writers/content creators miss out on getting eyes on their post because they're not using the more popular search tags.

(Tumblr helps you find some of them when you start typing in the tags section of a post.)

I also reorganized my masterlist so that the characters I write for are as easy as possible to find, what pairings I write for, and how people can keep reading if it contains multiple parts (including a link in the previous part, clearly labelling, including links to my other relevant masterlists within the fandom).

I include links everywhere: for my fic library side blog, for my masterlists, for sequels, other stories within the same storyverse, for my Ao3 account, for my Patreon, etc. I’ve worked in content marketing and editorial, so I've learned that navigation is key for the reader/user experience.

**Special Note on tag lists: Tumblr recently changed the rules (again). It seems that you can have up to 50 tagged users on a post, but they must be broken up into groups of 5 for the site to properly tag those users.

Example:

3. Engaging with people and replying to comments, reblogs, and asks. 💞

#1, this is just good fun. I LOVE engaging with people who read my work, and often I've become friends with people on here just by reaching out to one another to express our mutual love of fandom and/or each other's work.

At the ends of one-shots, drabbles, and series chapters, I try to engage with my readers by asking them specific questions about what they thought about the story. If they feel inclined, that may provoke them to answer in the comments or in the form of a reblog.

And when I reply to reblogs in particular, there's a reason I label them "reader appreciation." Because I genuinely do appreciate them! (And you. 😉)

Writers thrive on feedback, and I'm no exception. But also, it's just awesome to have that connection with my lovely readers. Many of them are now my friends. 🥰

Thank you for this question! I hope this helps.~