#again thank you for the many likes and reblogs

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Now that the 3 day Banner Boycott has reached — or for some of us is fast approaching — its conclusion I want to thank each and every single person who stuck through with it. Especially OG3 girlies, many of whom joined us Sylus and Caleb girlies out of solidarity. I know that I don't speak just for myself when I tell you how appreciated all of you are and how invaluable your support has been. It's been an honor to have you with us 🫶🏻💯 I won't hold it against any of you who chose to spend on the banner starting today (the 13th, after the daily reset). I won't and can't in good conscience ask more from you OG3 girlies than what you've already given. I wish any of you who will start pulling great success in the wish pool! May you all win on soft pity ❤️

For anyone worried how/if spending will affect LADS placement in the CN game rankings, it won't. Most of the people partaking in the 3 day Banner Boycott are global girlies. The CN girlies are still marching ahead with the Justice Boycott, just as they have been for a long time. I don't see any of them opening their wallets in the forseeable future. They are committed to not spending at all until Sylus and Caleb get justice from the company. So in short, LADS is extremely unlikely to climb in the CN rankings. They will most likely retain their top spots in the Blacklist chart for a while though, which, I mean... well deserved 😏

As for Sylus and Caleb girlies, my advice to you all is to stay onboard the boycott— ie the Justice Boycott. This is an indefinite one, and it entails not spending real money. At all. Not until our husbandos get what they are owed by Paperfold. While a 3 day boycott is a feat and sends a message of what we are capable of as consumers, it is in the grand scheme of things unlikely to, by itself, make Paperfold fold in the way we want. So we have a bigger chance of success if we take a page out of the CN kittens' — and increasingly also Caleb stans (what are y'all called by the way?) — book and keep our wallets closed and our voices loud. That is not to say that the 3 day Banner Boycott has been inefficient or in vain. Definitely not. Like I said, it sent a message and it proved what we on the global side are capable of organizing. Thousands of people joined, and that is impressive for such an impulsively organized boycott. And judging by how the main LADS sub on Reddit has reacted to the 3 day boycott — that is by censoring it and deleting pretty much every single post and comment relating to it within hours 🫠 — I would def say that company officials take it seriously enough (it is an open secret more or less that the main sub is monitored by Paperfold, and that the mods are in close contact with them in some way).

Me personally, I have been onboard the Justice Boycott for over a month. I have no plans of abandoning it, and will as such not spend money on the game. Nor will I speak about or post/reblog content relating to the current memories or the event until the banner is over. This last rule is one I've set for myself — I'm unsure how the CN boycotters approach posting memories and pulls. The no spending money rule is 1000% one they uphold though. So if you are a Sylus or a Caleb girly and want to stay/join the fight for their content, then I urge you to only use free wishes and diamonds in the game. No fair treatment for our husbands, no money from us.

As for OG3 girlies, again, I won't ask you to join us in this indefinite boycott, since neither I nor anyone else can guarantee what results it'll ultimately yield. I don't want to ask you to sacrifice for no ensured reward. But I will say though that if you feel the effects of Paperfold's greed or are sufficiently worried about the future, it won't hurt to join us 😘. Now is the best time after all to try to prevent the execs from pushing their greed further than they already have — to try to nip the spread in the bud, so to speak. But again, I won't blame you if you decide to spend now. I am forever grateful to you for sticking with the boycott these past 3 days, and you can always count on me to have your backs as well, for what it's worth 🩷

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Finding Yourself - C.SC [Teaser]

🐢Who: Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen) x female reader 🐢What: 18+. Dark themes. Mafia au. Angst. Fluff. Suggestive. Slow burn. Mafia Boss Seungcheol. Single parent Seungcheol. Strangers to friends to lovers. Chan is reader’s little brother. Hansol is Seungcheol’s son. 🐢Total Fic Word Count: 50.3k. Teaser: 1.5k 🐢Estimated release date: 19th February 🐢General Warnings: Reader is referred to with a nickname throughout. Characters with autism/ADHD. Selective mutism. Gang typical content. Hospitalisation and medical stuff that will not be accurate. Mentions of past child abuse/abusive parents. Each part has more part-specific warnings. Teaser Warnings: Mention of suspected murder. Mentions of past child abuse/abusive parents. 🐢Summary: “In an attempt to protect your little brother, you run away from home and the gang your father forced you into as a teenager.

You truly thought you were done with that life. But months later, when members of the Centaurs gang find you and your brother squatting in their property mid gang-fight, they take you back to their headquarters and force you right back into it.

Suddenly, you find yourself living in the home of the leader of the oldest, most famous gang in the entire country, and you very quickly realise that he isn’t the ruthless monster everyone thinks he is.”

Minors do NOT interact, which means reblogging and/or commenting on this story. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio.

Masterlist Finding Yourself Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3

Disclaimer: Okay, so I feel like I need to point out that I do have both autism and ADHD, and I have done a lot of research around both during my own discovery/diagnosis periods; even now I’m constantly learning that more aspects of myself are very common in people with autism/ADHD so there is truth behind how the characters are portrayed in this fic. Yet, with that being said, both autism and ADHD are very vast in that you can have a room full of people with both disabilities and yet every single one of those people are incredibly different, which means that the characters in this story who have autism or ADHD are not accurate portrayals of every single person with either. There are 4 clearly stated autistic people in this fic throughout and they are each different personalities and how their disability affects them. So please don’t leave comments or send rude asks accusing me of misrepresentation or anything like that just because a character you’ve watched in a movie isn’t written the same as these characters, thanks.

A/N- I need to thank my beabie @ourdawnishotterthanourday for reading this monster of a fic for me and picking out the section for the teaser because I am absolutely hopeless at that kind of stuff. And also the endless support and beta-ing. Basically, JiJi, my love, you are invaluable to me.

It’s almost midnight when there’s a knock on the door and you look over from being curled protectively around your sleeping brother. Something about the knock is different to how Mingyu knocks, it’s firmer, yet still gentle in a strange contradiction that makes your stomach flitter with anxiety.

Silently, as to not disturb Chan, you get off the bed and walk to the door to open it just as the knocking starts up again.

On the other side is a man, who although you’ve never met before, you’ve seen his picture many times in files in your father’s office to be able to recognise his dark gaze and full lips.

Choi Seungcheol, the current leader of Choi’s Centaurs as of ten years ago when his father passed through means that have never been publicly verified. Many even think that Seungcheol himself had a hand in his father’s death just so that he could take over the gang sooner.

You don’t know enough of the man to have an opinion on that matter, but what you do know is that he makes an intimidating figure as he looms over you in riding leathers with his motorbike helmet still in one gloved hand at his side, whereas the other is bare and raised in a fist from knocking on the door.

“Pearl, I assume?” He greets, raising an eyebrow slightly in question while lowering his arm to hang at his side.

You don’t know if the dark look is intentional or not, but you do know the shadows under his eyes aren’t. He looks exhausted and you can’t imagine he’s very happy about having to come to you upon returning home instead of going to bed like he no doubt yearns to.

You nod in confirmation. “Your brother is asleep?” Another nod. “Alright, step out here so we can talk without waking him.”

Silently, you step into the hall when he moves aside, before you pull the door up almost entirely shut, yet cracked open enough that you can hear if Chan needs you.

“So, what I hear is that a couple of my guys found you in the warehouse where it seems as if you’ve been sleeping with your brother?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, good, you speak,” he places his helmet on the floor so that he can remove his glove and tuck it into his jacket pocket with the other before unzipping the protective jacket, showing a plain black t-shirt tucked into the waistband of his trousers. “You’re homeless?”

“Yes.”

“Any family to go to? I can’t send you back onto the streets with a kid.”

“Just like that?” You ask, looking at him puzzled. “You’re just sending us out again?”

“What do you expect me to do with you? I know you’re aware I don’t condone violence towards children, nor do I agree with leaving any kid in a position where they don’t have an adult to look after them. I’m not going to hurt your brother, and hurting you would hurt him too, so my only option is to send you off and hope you won’t try to cause me any trouble by saying shit about whatever you saw and heard at the warehouse.”

“And here.”

“What?”

“Your men brought me into your home; as far as I’m aware that’s pretty fucking unheard of.”

He nods slightly in confirmation. “This situation is unheard of, you’re right, Mingyu fucked up by bringing you into the manor when he could’ve left you in one of the empty houses in the outer wall, but I can’t blame him when he did it to make sure he knows you two will be safe and looked after. So tomorrow I’ll personally drive you to the closest family you have, so that I know you arrive safely.”

“No.”

“No?” He frowns at you in astonishment. “The fuck do you mean no? I don’t think you understand what’s going on here, sweetheart. I’m in charge and you’re under my roof, you’re alive because of my rules and you have no fucking place to say no to me.”

“I’ll say no to whoever I need to if it means protecting my brother.”

“I just said I’m not going to let anyone hurt him.”

“Sending us to family will mean him getting hurt.”

“Did you run away?” You nod in confirmation. “Because your parents hurt you?”

“I took him and ran because I knew it would only get worse for him now that… Look, I don’t give a fuck who you are or what you can do to me; I’m not letting you send my brother back there. I won’t do a thing that puts us back on their radar. So just take us back to the warehouse so I can grab the shit I had to leave behind and we can see the last of each other.”

Seungcheol stares at you consideringly for a long moment as his arms cross over his chest before he nods once in understanding and acceptance. “Alright, no family, but I’m not sending you back to the streets. There must be some kind of women’s and children’s refuge that would take you in.”

“Separately. I’m not his parent and as I’m not a kid myself, we’d get separated.”

“Then lie and say he’s your son.”

“I don’t like to lie.”

He scoffs a laugh. “You wouldn’t last a day in my world with that mindset, sweetheart.” You don’t answer and just stare at him silently, well aware of how wrong his assumption is. “Right, so not that. Well, and this is a once in a lifetime offer, but I’ll buy you a house, put it in your name, give you money to cover costs for a few months while you get on your feet, and we never cross paths again. You won’t owe me shit either; I have more money than I know what to do with anyway, I can afford to help someone in need.”

“If I use my name they will find us, Seungcheol,” you plainly state.

He blinks at you a few times dumbly before responding. “Oh, that’s my name.”

You can’t help but look at him in concern for his odd reaction. “Yes.”

“You seriously do know who I am. I didn’t even introduce myself.”

“You’re the head of the most famous gang in the country, of course I know who you are.”

“Mm, many might know me by name, not by face.”

“Mingyu told me the boss will be by to see me once he’s home; you are the only person who has knocked on the door other than him. And you said you’re in charge; I’m under your roof. It’s not hard to put two and two together,” comes your logical rationalisation, easily explaining how you didn’t fail to recognise him despite his lack of introduction.

He’s right in that most people may know his alias, yet have no idea what his first name is, even if they know his family name, or who the name belongs to if they passed him in the street without introduction.

“Huh, guess so. Just threw me hearing my name suddenly, especially as nobody actually calls me that.”

“I don’t like your alias,” you admit bluntly, and to your surprise, the man lets out a laugh. “What?”

“Nobody has ever said that to my face before. Wow, either you have the biggest balls I’ve ever seen, or you’re so sleep deprived that you’ve forgotten how to act.”

Once again, you don’t answer, just silently stare at him. You truly have no idea what category you fit under right now, if either.

“You’re an interesting one, Pearl,” he declares with amusement tilting the edge of his lips up ever so slightly. “Well, I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere with this tonight so we’re both going to go the fuck to bed and get some much-needed sleep, then we’ll talk again. And I’ll meet your brother; the guys say he’s adorable and shy, so I’m real curious about him.”

“Right,” you mutter in response, not sure what you’re expected to say right now.

“Alright, well, seeing as you’re not an idiot and know who I am and what you risk if you try to fuck me over, I won’t have anyone outside your room anymore and no-one will bother you until the morning when someone comes and gets you for breakfast.”

“Get us? Like, to join?”

“Yeah, we can talk over breakfast; I’ve got a busy day tomorrow and the sooner we sort this shit out, the better.”

“Right.”

“Go back to your brother and make sure you sleep too. You look like you’re about to pass out any second,” he says as he bends over momentarily to swoop up his helmet into his hold.

“Says you.”

Seungcheol snorts a laugh as he turns and walks off. “Definitely an interesting one.”

You watch him until he turns at the end of the hall and is out of sight before you go back into the bedroom and lock the door so that when you curl up under the covers with your brother, you feel safe enough to close your eyes and sleep in a soft bed for the first time in months.

Maybe today hasn’t been quite as unlucky as you initially thought.

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Everything that I Wanted (3)

Eddie Munson x F!Reader / Billy Hargrove x F!Reader 

Word Count: 4.9k 

Synopsis: Love triangle between your best friend Eddie and your first boyfriend, Billy Hargrove that spans over many years as you get everything you think you ever wanted. However, your life doesn’t play out how you expected it, starting from the first time you’re asked out on a date. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; SMUT (piv sex; oral f receiving), angst, language, depictions of a toxic relationship (physical force; manipulation, coercion/guilting & isolation from peers); fighting/violence;

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PART ONE PART TWO

Stranger Things Masterlist

The ache that settled deep inside you festered in ways you never imagined before. As the weeks passed, your thoughts were consumed with Eddie and how it was becoming unbearable to not be around your best friend. You craved being surrounded by him like you used to be before. You wanted to be in his room, surrounded by his things and his mess. You wanted to smell his signature scent of cologne and weed with the hint of cigarette smoke that always lingered on his shirts. 

You thought Billy would’ve been your be all, end all. But you were realizing there was so much more that you needed that he didn’t give to you. His attention was something that you began to feel like needed to be earned, and you had to lure him towards you- it made you feel like he was indifferent. He didn’t care if you were there at all. Everything felt like it revolved around Billy and you’d let yourself get lost in it. You were beginning to see the way the scale tipped. 

The first time you’d dreamt about Eddie you thought it was a fluke. A side effect of the bad weed since you couldn’t buy (he never let you pay) from Eddie. You rationalized that the substance in your system was to blame. Until it happened again… and again… and you couldn’t explain them all away. You’d dream that he’d settle himself between the apex of your thighs, and stay there for what felt like hours- telling you how much he loved you. It was like everything Billy didn’t offer you, dream Eddie would make a reality. 

It would always be roughly the same thing each time it had happened. You only remembered small glimpses:  His bed with wrinkled sheets; his hands and the coolness of his rings on your skin; the image of his hands holding your thighs; his head between your legs and his curly hair looking wild. 

Billy was none the wiser to your secret fantasies that you harbored for your best friend. His own defense mechanisms of locking himself away kept him from really being able to fully see how his actions were affecting you. It wasn’t that he didn’t care- it was that he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to be a boyfriend, and he was so scared about losing you that he didn’t realize you’d been silently gaining the courage to move on. His tight grip would just cause you to slip from his grasp despite how hard he tried to keep the world out. 

You’d been dating Billy for about two months and your mind was becoming more preoccupied with Eddie with each passing day. You became so vigilant- knowing when you could steal glances or a smile when Billy wasn’t looking. It felt like cheating. It was a thrill and you didn’t know why you couldn’t just cut the ties and break up with Billy. You wanted nothing more than to just run back into Eddie’s arms, be surrounded by your friends and go back to your old life. You were scared. 

You were scared of how Billy would react. The next layer was that you were scared that after you broke up with Billy, your friends would want nothing to do with you. You can picture being turned away by Hellfire- banished for your crimes of treason. Gareth wouldn’t forgive you, the best friend that abandoned him. You couldn’t blame him. And Eddie, not only would he never forgive you- he’d reject you if you could ever tell him how you were beginning to feel. They’d have every right to hate you- for all you know they do hate you. 

You’re not happy when you’re with Billy- not anymore, like you maybe were once. But leaving isn’t easy, still. The what-if’s plague your mind. Maybe being with Billy isn’t ideal right now, but it’s what you’ve come to know. Breaking up with him opens a box of so many unknowns and that thought itself also scares you. You’d be completely and utterly alone- left to your own devices. 

You don’t remember how the argument started as you followed closely behind Billy, speed walking to catch up to him as he was storming to his car. He always did this- shut you out and leave whenever a fight got a little too real. The topic of Hellfire came up again, and Billy was pissed that after everything, you still wouldn’t just let it go. At this point, you had been yelling after him to come back and talk it through- everyone in the parking lot staring at the two of you instead of leaving immediately after school. You were too pent up to care. You were done. He was about to get in his car and drive off without you. 

“Fine! You know what? I’m done!” You exclaim loudly, throwing your hands up in defeat. 

“What the fuck are you sayin?” Billy says, turning around to face you and slamming the car door- loudly. It was startling, the noise and you were surprised it didn’t fall off the car honestly. It made you wince- the confidence you had a few seconds ago completely evaporated. 

“We’re over,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady and you take a deep breath to try to keep up your strong front. Billy laughs, actually laughs, shaking his head and crossing his arms. 

“You don’t mean that,” he says in disbelief. He’s silently waiting- holding his breath that you aren’t serious. He doesn’t let himself even think about the idea of losing you- it would be too much for him to bear. In his mind, you and him were an absolute truth. You’d made him feel and experience so much in such a short time- there’s no way you’d give it all up. He couldn’t see how he’d been pushing you away. 

“I’m breaking up with you,” you say, matter of factly. He spirals, and panics- his heart completely dropping into his stomach. If he was a different guy, with a different father, maybe Billy would’ve known how to fix this. He would know how to apologize, he would know to fall to his knees and beg for you, he would know how to be gentle and promise to do better. That’s not who he is- not yet. “I’m going,” you say, turning on your heels to leave him behind. 

You can’t leave him. He needed you, wanted you too badly. He couldn’t let you just walk away. He strides over to you and grasps your arm. He’s too emotional to realize how tight his grip is on you, and he’s just so focused on keeping you from walking away so he can talk this out- he doesn’t realize at first how truly scared you look. 

“Let me go,” you struggle against his grasp, but it’s like his brain doesn’t register what’s happening. He can’t retract his arm, or you’ll be gone forever. But then he sees your eyes, and he recognizes the look all too well. It’s in that moment, that Billy realizes that he’s becoming what he always swore he wouldn’t- he’s his father. Before Billy can even process the realization of this horrific truth, he’s suddenly on the ground, head to the pavement as he falls backwards. 

Eddie had emerged out of the woods from behind the school just in time to witness the entire scene between you and Billy from a distance. He had his metal lunchbox tucked under his arm as he recounted the cash he just received from one of the football players. Tucking it away into his wallet, he hears yelling from the parking lot that pulls his attention. He sees a small crowd of people lingering and his curiosity gets the better of him. As he walks closer, it becomes apparent that he hears your voice- and you sound petrified. 

He drops the tin somewhere mid stride and doesn’t even care as he pushes his way across the parking lot, running in between moving cars, shoving his way through cliques of students- it didn’t matter. All he could think about was getting to you. His eyes completely zero in on Billy’s white knuckled grip around your arm that he doesn’t even think. He’d more than passed his breaking point when it came to Billy. 

It doesn’t even register to him that he swung until the crack when his fist came in contact with Billy’s face. His eyes widen in surprise as he watches Billy fall, and thankfully he doesn’t take you down with him. You watch in shock at the scene that folds out, tentatively taking a few steps back so you’re away from Billy. 

Billy thinks his nose is broken and he can feel the blood dripping down his face. He laughs hysterically at the metallic taste of his own blood. He can’t believe he’s ended up here. You want nothing to do with him, the only person he’s maybe cared about is just gone- he can’t help but laugh at himself, but it makes him sound so sinister. Picking himself off, he ignores the way his skin burns from the contact it made with the pavement. He’d wanted an excuse to fight Eddie for a long time now, and he’s not passing up the chance now. 

“You don’t want to fight me, freak,” Billy spits, wiping his face with his hand. Despite taking a hard punch, he’s still worked up and thinks he can take Eddie. He’s hungry for it. He doesn’t miss how you step behind Eddie for him to protect you, and it makes him absolutely livid. 

He manages to take a few swings, and Eddie takes a punch to the gut that makes him take a few steps back. Billy manages to make a swift hit right to Eddie’s jaw, sending him practically spinning to the ground but Eddie’s able to catch himself in his fall, and recovers quickly. 

An even larger crowd has begun to gather, a mix of people cheering for either boy. Some people cheer for Billy, egging him on and encouraging him for finally dealing with the Town Freak. Others applaud Eddie, ecstatic to see someone finally putting Billy in his place after his reign of terror. You’re frozen, shocked to see Eddie swoop in and defend you like he did. He didn’t hate you.

Eddie manages one more hit and it makes Billy collapse. He can’t get up right away and it’s like he’s lost all pride. Suddenly, he looks so small and for a brief moment Eddie almost pities him. He wipes the blood from his cut lip and just leaves Billy there, walking away- guiding you away from the scene. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, out of breath. He’s so preoccupied with making sure you’re safe that he didn’t even seem to care about himself at that moment. He brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, his eyes scanning your face to make sure you looked okay. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you insist- and you were. Shaken up, of course- but you weren’t hurt. “But, Eddie you…”

“Don’t worry about me,” he chuckles. He leans down to whisper to you, “You should see the other guy.” 

Your little giggle was enough to make Eddie’s heart swell and constrain against his chest. He couldn’t ever express to you how much he missed that sound, being the one to make you laugh. “I don’t want to see him anymore,” you admit softly, gazing up at Eddie. Your eyes trail over every part of his face, recommitting it all to memory. 

Eddie glances over to where he left Billy, and he sees Tommy and Jason helping him up from the ground. They make eye contact briefly and he swears it almost looks like Billy could be- blinking back tears as he looks at you and the way you're looking at Eddie. He watches as Billy shakes his head and avoids your direction as he walks away from the scene. 

Eddie smiles, looking back at you. Eddie was never the one to be the hero, but now? He feels like he can do anything. You smile, trying to read his expression. “Does this mean I can come back to Hellfire?” You ask, hopeful- biting your lip to hold back your smile. You can’t help but rock back and forth on your heels.

“Oh my god, yes,” he sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “I’m not even kidding, the campaign is in absolute shambles. We need you back to whip them into shape- it’s been absolutely pathetic.” 

Eddie’s arm around you makes goosebumps rise on your skin. It’s like the reality of your situation has just come down on you all at once. Billy was gone, and you felt like you could finally breathe. And Eddie… your beautiful, sweet, wonderful Eddie is back next to you and its like everything makes sense again. It feels like you might be able to just pick up right where you left off- but neither one of you wants to go back to being just friends. Both of you secretly hope the other feels the same.  

You bring your hands up to cup his face, and you look at where he’s hurt. A small cut on his eyebrow and his lip, and you’re sure he’s going to develop a black eye. God, was he always this pretty? The way his brown eyes look back at you with such a soft gaze makes you wonder how you could’ve ever looked anywhere else. Your thumb gently grazes his bottom lip, careful not to disturb the cut. 

“Eddie, I’m so sorry,” you say, tears welling in your eyes. “Just for everything- for ditching you all, for blowing off plans. I threw everything away for some guy who I don’t even think really liked me. God, I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I really thought any of it was a good idea. Then you, because you’re just so wonderful- stick your neck out for me and save me after I’ve treated you like shit- Fuck, Eds. I ruined absolutely everything… including this moment, because I should just shut up and kiss you.” 

“Please,” he says with a soft smile, his voice hardly a whisper, and he rests his forehead against yours. 

He meets you halfway, and you press your lips to his in a gentle kiss. 

This. This was the moment you had been waiting for. It’s the all encompassing, sweeps you off your feet first kind of kiss that makes you feel like your body is just melting into him. It’s butterflies, fireworks, electricity… everything you’d convinced yourself wasn’t real. All of it was just fantasy. But it’s not- it’s everything. It’s so undeniably Eddie. 

Your lips find a rhythm with his so easily, and you feel warmth through your whole body when you feel his arms wrap around you. His large hands on your back, gently pulling you in flush to him. Your arms wrap around his neck as the kiss deepens. You think you could stay here, tangled up with him like this forever if you could. 

“I love you so much,” he says, rushed between fevered kisses. “I always have, sweetheart.” He caresses your cheek as he pulls away from the kiss- he needs to look at you. “I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you,” he sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

He genuinely means it. He can remember it so distinctly. It’s one of those memories that just never seems to fade no matter how much time has passed. 

First day of his sophomore year, he’d put up flyers for Hellfire Club on the bulletin boards in the freshman hallways. Some of them had been torn down or defaced by whoever- maybe guys on the basketball team. He’d come back, putting up more- replacing the ones that had been messed up. 

He saw you on the opposite end of the hallway, reading one of his flyers intently despite the moustache and monocle drawn on his logo. You were (and still are) the prettiest girl he’d ever seen- and it was enough to make him blush that you’d given your attention to something of his. He observed as your brow furrowed in concentration, and the way your nose scrunched as you squinted to read his messy handwriting. He assumed the worst- you thought it was weird, or maybe you were scared. He watched from a safe distance as you carefully peeled back the tape to pull it off the board, and you folded it to put in the front of your binder. When you and Gareth showed up to the next meeting, he was already completely smitten. 

“I love you too,” you smile and reconnect your lips with his. Eddie’s back rests against the tree behind him and he pulls your flush against this body as he deepens the kiss. Now that you’ve kissed Eddie, you think it’s ruined you- kissing anyone else won’t ever feel as good as this. You’re so wrapped up in him it’s like everything else just fades away. The kiss escalates and you feel desperate to be even closer. 

“Where’s your van?” You murmur, gently tugging on his hair, making him groan. His lips trail across the skin just under your ear, and you can hear his keys jangle in his hands. It makes you chuckle, and you can feel his smile against your skin. He interlocks his hand with yours, his keys in the other, and he leads you over to  the van where it’s parked across the lot- most other cars already cleared out after the fight had ended. 

“Ladies first,” he says dramatically as he opens the door to the back. You scoff playfully, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. Your heart tugs cause it was the part of Eddie you secretly missed the most. You duck your head as you crawl into the back, and he’s quick behind you. 

He wraps you up in his arms and reconnects his lips to yours, and he gently lays you down on the floor of the van. Your hands cradle his face, pulling his body down to yours. You couldn’t get enough of him. You wanted to be surrounded, completely encased in him. You’d missed so much of him- you needed to be as close to him as possible. 

Eddie can’t even believe that you’re here. He’s imagined this moment so much he’s convinced he might’ve just slipped further into his fantasy that he can’t distinguish it from reality. But you’re real, and you’re here- with him. After months of complete and utter torture, it all feels like nothing when you’re kissing him like this. He’d been hoping to get you back, but he couldn’t have imagined you’d have ended up like this. It’s so much better than he’d ever dreamed. 

“Eds..,” you sigh, as he kisses your neck. “Please…”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he promises, his hands finding the hem of your shirt and yours push his jacket off his shoulders. He’s quick to shrug his jacket off, and you get distracted by the tattoos you can see peeking out from under his dark t-shirt. It totally inflates his ego, blush rising on his neck. Your head tilts, noticing one you don’t recognize picking out from the collar of his shirt. 

“What’s that one?” You ask, tugging his shirt collar. “You got a new one?” You pout, looking back to him with wide eyes. “I wanna see…” 

Eddie’s shirt is off his back in seconds. 

There’s a new spider tattoo next to his zombie head. You bite your lip, your fingertips outlining it delicately. The feeling gives Eddie goosebumps. You’d seen Eddie shirtless before- countless times when the group would go swimming at the lake, or that one summer Grant’s family had the above ground pool, but it was never like this. Suddenly, your awkward best friend was gorgeous and he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. 

His hands slide under the material of your shirt, lifting up slowly. You lift your arms for him. He moans, a pathetic whimper just at the mere sight of you. He dips down, kissing all of the exposed skin- starting with your navel all the way up your chest to your shoulder where he delicately pushes your bra strap down. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he marvels, toying with the strap as he kisses down the outline of your cups. 

You’re feeling so desperate for him, and you push off your jeans so now you’re just in your bra and panties. You momentarily regret for the briefest of moments that they don’t match, but he’s looking at you so intensely that you don’t think he even cares as his eyes rake over your body. Your skin feels like it's on fire under his heavy gaze, and you feel so needy that you’re involuntarily bucking your hips up into him, grinding against the bulge in his jeans. He kisses you again feverishly, his hand holding the back of your neck and the coldness of his rings sooth the hotness of your skin. 

“Eds,” you whine, not even fully sure what you're asking for as you gently tug his hair again- just to hear the noises that rumble deep from the back of his throat. It’s addicting. 

“Sweetheart, please..,” Eddie pulls away to kiss all over your body again, all the way down to the waistband of your panties. He kisses and licks along the waistband, “Can I?” Fuck yes. 

“Fuck, Eds- god yes,” you nod. 

You’re surprised when he hones in on the little wet spot, pressing a kiss right there over the fabric. He smirks when it makes you shiver, he’s been fantasizing for so long to be just where he is right now. He’s planning to spend so much time worshipping you, showing you just how fucking much he loves you- making up for all the time wasted by not telling you how he felt sooner. 

He slides the panties down your legs, kissing down your thighs, your calves, your ankle before resting your legs over his shoulders. He peppers kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You don’t miss that your panties were discreetly slid into the back pocket of his jeans. You’ll tease him later, when you’re less distracted by the way his hair tickles your skin. Right now, you’re so overwhelmed by how good he feels that you’re already panting. 

Eddie doesn’t really have any experience- that’s to say, he has none. But, he’s imagined all the ways he wants to make you feel good for so long and he’s so eager to please. He licks at your folds, kissing your wetness- his nose pushing into your clit at just the perfect angle that it makes you grip at his hair for some sense of stability. You throw your head back in pleasure and his grip on your thighs tighten to keep you in place for him. He’s eating you like a man starved and your moans are as equally depraved. 

He doesn’t stop, even when you warn him that you're close- he just keeps at the same pace, working you through your first orgasm. He looks up grinning, your slick completely coating his mouth and chin. It’s quite a sight. You’re shaking, coming down from your high- Eddie kissing your thighs and hips, praising you and whispering sweet nothings. You can see his obvious tent at the front of his jeans which somehow look tighter than when he started. He climbs back on top of you to reconnect your lips in a searing kiss, and your hands make quick work of palming him through his jeans. He whimpers against your lips, bucking into your hand desperately seeking more friction. 

“Why don’t you take these-”

Eddie’s kicking off his jeans before you even manage to finish your sentence, and it makes you giggle at how eager he is. It’s endearing, and it makes you feel so wanted- so desirable. It’s dizzying. His boxers remain as he surges forward to kiss you again, your arms wrapping around his neck as he fumbles with your bra. It takes him a few tries, embarrassed by his clumsiness, he buries his face in your neck as he struggles with the small clasps. 

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, before finally managing to manage the hooks open. “Thank fuck,” he sighs, kissing your shoulder. “That would’ve been embarrassing,” he jokes, making you smile. You let the straps fall down your shoulders and Eddie pulls it off- tossing it somewhere. Who cares where. His eyes nearly bug out of his head. Your face feels warm, and you move to hide your face in your hands. Eddie is practically drooling. You’re perfect- just like he always fucking knew you would be. 

You smile up at him, and he swears he feels his heart might beat out of his chest. So many nights he imagined you here, under him, looking at him just like how you’re looking at him now. God, he thinks he’s still dreaming. Your hands tug gently at the waistband of his boxers and he winks at you. He pulls them down, kicking them off his legs and your eyes widen. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” you gasp, staring hungrily at his cock. 

“Bigger than Billy?” he teases you and you swat his arm. “I’m sorry,” he laughs, pushing your hair out of your face, “I’m only kidding.” He leans down and kisses your lips softly. “You’re gonna forget all about him by the time I’m done with you, sweetheart.” 

“Eddie- I never slept with Billy,” you admit softly, cradling his face in the palm of your hand. “I mean- we did stuff,” you wince for a second at your own awkwardness, “But- yeah, we never did this… I want you to be my first, Eds.”

Eddie melts at your words. He feels like his entire body is flushed. Fuck, okay. He is going to be your first. You want to lose your virginity to him right now in his van- with him. You, his best friend- the star of all his dirty fantasies and the love of his life- you are picking him too. He is trying so hard to think about literally anything else except this to keep from finishing the second he pushes his cock into you. 

“I love you so much,” he whispers, kissing you gently. You kiss him back, matching his pace- letting him take the lead. “Um,” he pulls away reluctantly, “One sec-” 

You sit up on your elbows and watch as he riffles through his pants to find his wallet- and he just can’t believe he’s finally using the condom he’s been carrying around. You bite your lip, holding back a smile. He slides it on, and leans forward- kissing you again, and it’s slow and romantic and it makes your brain cloudy with how good it feels. 

You feel so full when he pushes into you, and you gasp as the sensation. God, he felt so amazing as he stretched you out with his cock. You both take a second, needing to adjust to the feeling. He begins to move his hips when you let him know you're ready, finding a rhythm that works for the two of you. 

It’s romantic and a little clumsy- but you wouldn’t want it any other way. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in close to you and your hands hold onto his shoulders. Your face twists in pleasure when he finds the perfect pace, hitting your g spot perfectly. He’s whispering sweet nothings, praising you for how well you’re doing, for how good you feel- completely and utterly obsessed with how you’re taking his cock. 

“So pretty,” he praises, his fingertips grazing your nipples- squeezing gently, teasing you as he fucks into you. “You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart- fuck.”

“Eddie, baby- I’m so close,” you whine, overly sensitive from your first orgasm. He keeps his pace, his thumb rubbing your clit, coaxing your orgasm from you nice and gentle. He’s doing his best to keep himself from finishing- he needs you to cum again for him first. 

When you squeeze his cock, and your orgasm pulses through your whole body, Eddie can’t hold off another second. With his final thrusts, he’s finishing into the condom- riding out his high. He never imagined it would ever feel that good. Fuck, he loved you so much. 

He ties off the condom and tosses it in the trash bag. He collapses next to you, kissing you gently- pulling you in close to his chest. “I love you,” he mumbles into your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

“I love you too,” you sigh, contently, resting your head into the crook of his shoulder. 

“Do you even know how long I’ve wanted that- how long I’ve been in love with you?” Eddie asks, tracing shapes on your bare skin absentmindedly. “Sweetheart you have no idea how many fantasies of mine we just played out,” he chuckles, reaching for his cigarettes from his jacket pocket. 

“We’ll have to play out some more later,” you tease, kissing his cheek as he lights up. He groans, holding the cigarette away from you so he can kiss you again.

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Truce

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Hunter Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluffy ending

Word Count: Little over 1K

Summary: Before going on a hunt, you and Dean get into an argument(a very stupid one) and are giving each other the silent treatment. On the way back from the hunt, Sam can’t take it anymore and wants the two of you to talk it out.

A/N: This is the same reader as Between a Rock and a Hard Place. My darling friend Dove @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend had the idea of me writing more for these two so this idea popped into my head and I rolled with it. It is quite ridiculous but I feel like this is something these two would argue about. Rambling again…sorry ☺️ I hope you like it!

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Baby’s powerful engine whirred along the quiet open road with the sound of her tires spinning against the cold pavement. The windows were cracked open slightly, allowing the wind to zoom past your ears as you fumed with anger in the back seat while Dean did the same as he drove in silence and Sam rode shotgun.

You watched his hands as they tightly gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles appeared white while he continued to drive in silence, apparently still angry about what happened earlier tonight. His summer green eyes shot you a warning glare in the rearview mirror and you returned the glare as you angrily folded your arms across your chest.

Dean had spasms of irritation as his memory drifted back to the moment when it happened and you couldn’t understand why he was so upset with you. It was something you had wanted, something you felt like you deserved, and it was so close you could practically taste it. So you took it. No big deal.

He didn’t even put any driving music on, he was so angry. Sam had reached for the knob on the radio and with flared nostrils and a tight jaw, Dean raised one finger and shook his head. Sam put up both hands in surrender and then continued to stare out at the same scenery he had been looking at for the past hour.

And finally, after what seemed like days of silence, Sam decided he was going to try to get you and Dean talking to each other again because he had had enough of the quiet and the tension.

“Are you two gonna at least talk about what happened?” Asked Sam.

The only thing you could hear was the purr of Baby’s engine. You didn’t want to talk to Dean. He’s the one that was overreacting to all of this.

“NO!” You and Dean said in unison.

Sam rolled his eyes and pressed his lips together in a straight line.

“You guys can’t stay mad at each other forever; you sleep in the same bed.” Said Sam.

Dean’s deep voice sounded extra loud inside the close confines of the car.

“The hell I can’t!” Shouted Dean. “She never thinks about the consequences to her actions, Sam!”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here, Dean!” You shouted back. “I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t have done!”

Sam was doing his best to diffuse the situation like he had done so many times before when you and Dean would argue about, well, anything, like who’s to blame for getting pinned together in a tunnel while looking for a wendigo, or which one of you embellished more when retelling a story, if something went wrong during a hunt, arguing about who’s turn it was to buy food or put gas in the car, or the old “I shot him first…no, I shot him first…no you didn’t, I did!”

You were very much in love with one another but you also could be very immature like you were being right now.

“Really?!! You had no right to take it, baby!” Dean said.

Your eyes met his from the back seat as you replied, “You took all the others, Dean!”

“They only put them out once a year!” He yelled.

Tonight, before going out on the hunt for a vampires’ nest, you saw the box of them sitting on the kitchen counter. It was a white box with red lettering that said “Paczki” which were Polish donuts. Yes, you and your boyfriend were fighting because you took the last of his favorite type of donut. It was probably the dumbest fight you’ve had to date and yet the most intense, also incredibly childish.

“And I’ve never had one! I wanted to see what the hype was about!” You replied. “So I took it. Stop being such a baby, I’ll get you some more.”

“By the time we go back, there may not be anymore, y/n!” Bellowed Dean.

Sam had had enough. “Alright! Enough! I don’t know which is worse, the two of you not talking or yelling at each other. This is really dumb, you guys can agree on that, can’t you?” He asked.

One corner of your mouth curled into a slight smile. Trying your best to hide it, you replied to Sam, “Ok, maybe it is a little stupid.”

“Dean?” Asked Sam.

His reply was dripping with spite.

“She took my donut, Sam!” Growled Dean.

“Dean?!” Said Sam, matching Dean’s intensity. “You really gonna be that mad at her over a donut?”

“It was the last one.” He replied in a somewhat whiny tone.

In a stern tone, Sam said, “Are you REALLY gonna be mad at her over a donut?”

Your eyes met in the rearview mirror again as his lips curled into a smile. Inching toward him, you snaked your arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Sam’s right. This is really stupid. I am so sorry, sweetheart.” Muttered Dean, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

You began to run your fingers through his soft brown hair and gently nibble on his earlobe.

“I’m sorry too, baby. I shouldn’t have taken the last one. I’ll get you another box, I promise.” You said, kissing him on the cheek again.

Sam knew his work was done so he slumped down in the seat and went to sleep.

“I don’t need any more, baby. I gotta know one thing though.” Said Dean.

You purred into his ear, “What’s that?”

“It was REALLY good, wasn’t it.” Dean said with a sly smile.

You and Dean may fight over some really stupid shit but you loved each other just as fiercely and you would buy him a thousand boxes of donuts if he wanted them because that’s how much you loved him. You frustrated the hell out of each other but there was always more love and laughter than frustration.

You chuckled, kissed his temple, and replied, “Best donut ever, baby. Best donut ever.”

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Seventeen

Summary: Reader is visited. Geta & his future empress share a moment.

Notes/Warnings: No warnings, some fluff, some angst, some dated views on religion & gods, dated views on communicating with the dead.

Pallas parts of a woman’s attire.

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In may have been a short while but you had grown used to sitting off to the side behind Geta for everything from outside of the royal domus to this one or the one in country. It felt comfortable. It felt safe. But this was the first time you sat right beside him.

Some eyes flickered your way and when you caught them most looked away. A few who didn’t, you then looked away. But that was a only small handful.

Idly, you wondered if one of those here now were brazen enough to threaten you and then attend the banquet welcoming Geta’s mother. For a passing moment you could feel the cold metal against your throat. Quietly, you shrugged off the ill thoughts you would not allow that person to bring shadows to the feels of excitement you felt.

A herald, proudly announced his mother. There were cheers, clapping, hands over hearts and fists in the air.

You happily clapped. She may have said things possibly to upset you; but you knew how serious, nervous your own had been when your elder brother married. So you understood her emotions. You didn’t like them, but you understood.

You watched as she settled not far from you and Geta. Though an empty place was near here. You knew it was where Caracalla would be. You wondered idly where he would be.

At the memory of your mother, silently you sent her a prayer, you wished reached her in the afterlife. Hopefully, Pluto would allow her to hear the love of a daughter.

You followed Geta’s lead as you have before and sat. You relaxed once glasses began to clink, food began to be consumed and the hush of whispers and voices filled the air, laced by the beautiful playing of a lyre. You had heard, his mother was fond of those strings being plucked.

“Blossom?”

You resisted the urge to flinch. Geta’s voice was low, comforting.

“Yes?” You gave him a side long glance., while a smile played on your lips.

You had taken notice that the inky black was sharper around his eyes, and the sweet smelling powders, took and hid the flush of the anger that had burned so hotly in him. He was looking incredibly handsome.

“You looked far away. Are you in good spirits?”

You nodded. “Yes. Your words had given me great comfort.”

“Good.”

He sat back and popped a grape into his mouth, yet you felt under the table as he grabbed your hand and held your hand. He brought it to his thigh. His hand rested over yours.

Moments later, you heard a sharp chirp, before four tiny hands landed on your shoulder. You gave Dondas a glance. “Hello Dondas.” You greeted softly.

“Brother, you thought I’d be late didn’t you?”

Caracalla said in a soft, singsong voice, his overly warm hand rested on your shoulder just beside Dondas’s small ones and glancing at Geta, he had rested his other hand on his brother’s shoulder. He bent between the two of you, a lopsided smile was across his face.

“Not terribly so. Mother on the other hand may have.”

He giggled, more childlike than the ones you had heard when they were in the royal box.

“I wouldn’t miss a banquet for her.”

He appeared to waver on his feet. You wondered idly if he had more wine than he should before arriving. Standing again he slipped away from the two of you. Though, it was not before Dondas jumped from your shoulder to Caracalla. It landed, scuttled up one of the many colorful fabrics that hung and were twisted around him.

You glanced as he went over their mother, a strained look came over her face. You’d know that look on anyone.

*******

As the night grew on, and several dishes had been passed and glasses had been filled and refilled. Exhaustion, grew heavier on you. You could see as a cloud of it appeared to cross Geta’s eyes more than once.

With a gentle tug one you were familiar with you allowed yourself to be drawn closer to Geta.

“Yes, Geta.” You said barely above a whisper.

You were not entirely certain how to address him, especially in the presence of his mother.

“Sleep is attempting to claim me. And I am sure it is trying to claim you. Shall we walk back to my chambers and yours ?”

“Yes, please.”

*******

A handful of praetorian guards were close. You felt as if your every move was looked over. Did their opinion matter? Did they even concern themselves with his decision to make you his empress. Your stomach churned with all of the foods you had over the course of the evening.

*******

The walk to your chambers felt shorter than any other time. You were met with the brief halt outside the door to what had become your room.

“Check her room. All of you. I don’t want any corner, any shadow illuminated.” Geta’s sharply ordered.

Their armor, their swords and their feet jangled and thundered louder as they past the two of you.

After the last one passed the two of you in the passage way, a lone torch only flicked from the wall. You gasped as Geta, suddenly pulled you took him. His solid body, was against yours. It stole your breath. You barely saw a flash of his dark eyes, which were even darker with the ebony ink that still traced them. His lips found yours. They stole and pulled a kiss from you. Your lips responded in turn. It had felt like, eons since the last time they touched.

Distantly, there was the loud sound of the guards returning the door that separated the two of you.

You both parted, your heart like horses at a strong gallop and the warmth of the wine you drank was stronger.

The door opened. “Her chambers are safe.” Gallus, informed. You recognized him from other times Geta had spoken with him.

“Stay in her room while she slumbers. Just before Sol turns the sky from a rich purple to a clear blue, keep watch over her and fetch me. Then you shall retire till the moon in its brilliance in high once again in the sky.” Geta, ordered.

“Yes, sire.” Gallus, nodded.

You were surprised that he would fetched at such a time in the day or even at all. Looking his way, his eyes flickered and briefly met yours.

“Till dawn.” He said.

You bowed gently. The act felt right at that moment. “Till dawn.”

*******

“You will not know that I’m here.” Gallus told you sometime later.

“I am not terribly sure of this. But I will take your word.”

“Yes, my augusta.”

You glanced at him after the reply he had given you. You but his gaze did not meet you, but appeared to be on the hard ground before him.

You were not sure if it was right or even the particular act would be frowned upon. But you loosened some of the twists of your hair. As you finally laid for the evening. Left in your under stolla with the scarves in their colorful brilliance laid on one of your chairs. Like that of an artists work on one of the walls.

It was still rather stirring within you, there was a lounge, two chairs and this bed that was much too big in your chambers. You had only had some bedding and stool and the stool as still something you had grown accustomed to.

Lying in the bed, a whirl of emotions twisted and moved within you. A chill lingered from having that knife at your throat made you pull the blanket higher.

*******

You found yourself on a cool, stone bench. Blue, silvery water lapper at the dark gray and black stone that crested the water and were under foot.

A great dread and loneliness came over you. You wrapped your arms around yourself, wondering what you could possibly doing there. It was unlike anything your eyes had ever fallen on.

Feeling, a sharp chill graze your shoulder you looked up and gasped.

“Mother!” You leapt up, with no hesitation you threw your arms around her. She felt frailer, colder than she ever had in life. Your touch was feather light. You pulled back.

“Mother.” You said softly.

She nodded. “I heard your prayer.”

Tears, sprang from your eyes.

“The gods favor you, they favor him at this time. They grant us this gift.”

She came and sat beside you, cool fingers that barely you felt brushed aside your tears.

You took her hand, in both of yours. You wished you could give it some of your warmth.

“Oh, mother I…” You stumbled over over what to say. There was so much. “I don’t even know words to speak.”

She nodded, a smile not as radiant as a summers day touched her lips but it was a smile.

“Words are on a breeze my daughter but your heart has spoken.”

You squeezed her hand, knowing she had heard your prayer.

“Oh, mother.”

Her hand easily took yours had was graced with the precious ring and delicate bracelet Geta had given you. She gently touched the ring.

“My sweet girl, wild as an untamed mare.” She looked up at you. “A flame that burns brightly within you is why the gods chose you for him. You both are very strong, powerful flames.”

“It is not just curly, fiery strands that crown his head.”

A shadow of the amusement that only your mother could make fell over her face.

“Even here you have that flame that had caused so much worry in my heart..”

“Where is here?”

“A place where I am now, and hopefully you will not bring any light to for a very long time.”

“Why am I here now then?”

“Your being, you came close. Your flame danced on its wick but remained strong. And since, the gods do guide him and they allowed you to see my acceptance.”

“Mother.”

********

A warm hand, a gentle touch grazed your shoulder, startled you awake.

Terribly ruffled curls fell into his forehead as he looked down at you.

“Geta.”

“Yes, blossom.”

You sat up and not caring at all; you hugged him. You needed his solid warmth. You trembled as his arms, strong and warm wrapped around you. His hand gently moved up and down your back.

“This is this is the time between night and day. It is our time.”

Purple light flooded into your room. Gently pulled back and nodded after meeting his eyes.

“I am grateful for that. I had missed you.”

“And I you.”

You held each other then. At that moment, you don’t know why he needed you, but you knew why you did. You enjoyed his solid warmth.

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[buckysouvenir]

the heart wants what it wants

pairing: bucky barnes x y/n authors note: day seven!

the valentine’s day collection 2025: for the first 14 days of february, i’ll be posting a series of short stories inspired by songs, all centered around bucky barnes.

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Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers gripping the soft fabric of her blanket as she stared at the dim glow of her phone screen. The last message from Bucky felt heavier than it should have, a simple "Talk later." It wasn’t a real goodbye, but it wasn’t a promise either. Just three words, carelessly typed, leaving her in limbo.

She exhaled, trying to shake off the sinking feeling in her chest. The bed beneath her was cold, the space beside her empty—just like it had been so many times before. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, as if that could replace the warmth she craved. But nothing could. Not really. Not when she knew exactly what was missing.

She had told herself, time and time again, that she needed to let go. That this wasn’t sustainable. That waiting for him, aching for him, was nothing but self-inflicted torture. And yet, here she was, curled up in the same bed that still smelled faintly of him, her heart stubbornly refusing to listen to reason.

She thought about all the times he had come back. The way he would walk in, exhausted and conflicted, his tired blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. And suddenly, the weight of the world on his shoulders would seem just a little bit lighter. He’d sit next to her, never saying much at first, but she could feel it—the silent plea in the way he touched her, the way his fingers would ghost over her skin like he was afraid she’d disappear if he held on too tight.

And she let him in, every damn time.

Because the truth was, no matter how many times she told herself she should move on, she couldn’t. Bucky was the only person who made her feel like this, like she was standing at the edge of a cliff with no fear of falling. He set her world on fire and then left her to sift through the ashes.

Her heart clenched as she thought about it—how much of herself she had given to him without ever being sure he’d stay. She hated feeling like this, like she was chasing something that would always be just out of reach. Like she was waiting for him to choose her completely.

It wasn’t fair.

But love never was.

With a shaky breath, she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to ground herself. There were a million reasons why she should walk away. Every time he disappeared, every time he shut down and pushed her away, should have been enough. But it never was. Logic had no place in this. The heart wanted what it wanted, and hers only wanted him.

She clenched her jaw, frustration bubbling up inside her.

She had tried—God, had she tried—to move on. She distracted herself with missions, forced herself to smile at Sam’s jokes, even let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she could learn to live without him.

But then he’d come back.

Like clockwork.

A knock on her door, a quiet "Hey, doll," and all her resolve would crumble. Because no matter how much Bucky ran—from himself, from his past, from whatever it was that made him believe he didn’t deserve love—he always found his way back to her.

Her phone vibrated against her palm, pulling her from her thoughts. She glanced down, her breath hitching when she saw his name on the screen.

Bucky.

Her thumb hovered over the answer button.

She should let it ring. She should protect herself.

She should walk away.

But instead, she pressed accept.

Because no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much she told herself she should stop, she knew one thing for certain.

She would always choose him.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Hello 👋🏼! I love your blog! Also, I would like to ask if you have any recommendations to Tailes-centric fics? In the movie context? And about the Brothers Wachowski in general because I love the found family, please?

I already read Family Finally Found and Family loadong and God, they're sooo good! Thanks again!

Hey Darlin'!❤️✨

I love and appreciate your blog as well. It's a nice cozy space. In response to your question, I do not have very many recommendations towards Wachowski Family fanfics. I'm a full-time graduate student currently working on my thesis. Most of my downtime readings are archaeological methods and articles surrounding my background in archaeology.

I do, however, know some very talented people who write some great fanfics! I'd check out @mama-qwerty, @niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian, @piko-rose, and @samthefrank for some wholesome Fluffer Pupper fluff❤️.

Psst! Calling all Sonic fanfic writers--use this post to promote yourself and I'll reblog!

[ezrasxfics]

Heyyy,Can you write an angst where Ragatha can't control herself for the first time and says something that REALLY breaks Jax's heart, and Jax gets abstracted because of Ragatha, and then Ragatha suffers a pang of conscience??

I HOPE YOU ABSTRACT-!!!

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platonic ragatha + jax angst

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ragatha pov

just another day. another day in this circus. another day with jax tormenting everyone-!! he always does this. it’s infuriating, it’s exhausting. i’m tired of cleaning up after him! honestly, he is the most insufferable person i know.

right now, he’s making fun of gangle. breaking her comedy mask again. i’ve genuinely lost count of how many times he’s done this, and i’m not going to let it slide anymore. he’s hurt us all enough, and it’s genuinely getting to the point where i need to confront him.

so that’s exactly what i’ll do.

without even thinking about it, i find myself approaching him, hands on my hips in anger. “JAX—! what are you.. why are you doing this!? why do you always have to— oh my god..” i rant, losing my train of thought halfway through because of that infuriatingly smug grin. just looking at it is enough to make me want to snap him in half like a twig.

“c’mon, raggy~! it’s all in good fun. she’s laughin’, ain’t you, crybaby?” he retorts, using his fingers to contort her mouth into a grin. “see? y’know, i don’t think ive ever seen her this happy! maybe that mask is really useless after all, huh?” at this, gangle whimpers a little, only feeding into my fury at this.. disgusting rabbit.

“HAPPY!? she’s anything but happy- look at her- no- get your hands off her—“ as i say this, i slap his hands away from her, allowing her to return to her natural, a lot less creepy, expression. “you’re so cruel to her. she doesn’t deserve this- none of us do-!!”

“well, none of us deserved to be trapped in this place either, did we?” he snaps back, horrible logic. he’s right in the fact we don’t deserve to be here, but that still doesn’t give him any right—

“well maybe YOU did-!! god- i hope you abstract-!!!” i yell, before realising what i said, covering my mouth in pure shock and regret. “i- i didn’t mean—“

“yeah, ya did, raggy. you meant every worda it." his smirk falters for a few moments, before he turns around, retreating. “this was a waste of time, see you guys later.”

…

a day has passed now, and jax is still sulking in his room. nobody’s seen him. did i go too hard..? i mean, i’ve never yelled at anyone like that before, it felt wrong. no. it was wrong. of course i don’t want him to abstract, i wouldn’t wish that on anyone, no matter how cruel they are. i’m outside of his room now, trying to check in on him, to apologise. i know he won’t accept it, but there’s no harm in trying.

knock knock

“jax? are you there?”

….

“about yesterday, i didn’t mean to..”

……..

“jax, i know you’re in there, i can hear you moving around! please, just let me in. we can talk this out—!”

…………..

“please.. you’re scaring me a little.”

…………………..

“i’m coming in, okay?”

i gently open the door.

“ja—“

he wasn’t there. in his place, a giant, glitching creature. abstract shapes. abstract— god, no. no, please, no.

i resist the urge to shriek, to run, because i know this is my fault. i need to face the consequences of my actions. jax abstracted, and it’s all my own doing.

wish come true. except not really.

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thanks for the request!!!! can you spot the reference to a particular horror game?? :33

reblogs appreciated!!

[dumfanting]

Damn Woman

AO3 Link Tumblr exclusive (for now)

Rating: teen

Warnings: blood, moderate description of injury, stitches, hypothermia | Notes: PoV third person, past tense.

@clonexocweek

I’m not 100% sure if I’ve done this right, so I guess I’ll find out.

I’ve been debating changing the PoV of Same Heart to that of an OC rather than a reader, and I figure this can be a kind of test run or soft introduction to that. If you haven’t read Same Heart (please do! I’m very proud of it.) the general idea is that the reader/ Ionne loses Echo and copes by taking an assignment as the medic of clone force 99.

At this point in the timeline, between chapters 13 and 14, Ionne has been with the Batch for a handful of weeks; long enough to get familiar with the guys, and long enough to realize that Crosshair is an asshole. What she doesn’t know is that he’s got a thing for her, but has no idea how to handle it. This is one of many conflicts between the two.

Thanks for reading and/or reblogging! I’ve got more like this one planned, if it’s received well enough.

~3100 words

Crosshair/ F! OC

Things go wrong during a mission, and despite her dislike of Crosshair, she does her job, whether he likes it or not.

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The attack was bad, but would be survivable if Ionne moved quickly enough.

She rushed to Crosshair’s side, kneeling beside him in the snow that was rapidly changing from white to red. A cursory glance over his left calf showed that his armor had been cracked in multiple places; whatever the animal was, it was strong enough to break through his armor, which did not bode well. The broken pieces stopped her from being able to see the extent of the injury, so she quickly discarded them. It was too dark to really tell if anything else happened, but it was obvious that his leg was bleeding freely. Ionne went into a pouch on her own leg and brought out a length of thick material, wrapping it quickly and tightly around his calf, tying it off behind his knee as an emergency tourniquet.

Ionne turned to take her medic’s pack off, but before she could move completely, a loud, low growl cut through the air. Glancing around, she had no idea where it was coming from. Crosshair, though dazed, was conscious, which was a small blessing; they needed to get out of there and she wasn’t quite strong enough to carry him on her own. He sat up and tried to stand, moving his leg in the process, which sent a bolt of pain through it that was bad enough for him to fall onto his side, cursing. Despite the two of them wearing their helmets, Ionne instinctively held her hand over Crosshair’s mouth. He sat up again, but before he could say anything, she held her finger up in the universal “be quiet” gesture.

They both stayed as silent and still as possible, and when the growl rang out again, it was far too close. The hair on the back of Ionne’s neck stood on end, and she felt a pair of predatory eyes staring into her back. As she slowly reached for one of her blasters, holstered to her hips, the snow behind her crunched under a heavy footstep, and her breath caught in her throat.

The next thing Ionne knew, Crosshair had roughly knocked her out of the way before firing off a single shot from his rifle. She wasn’t sure if he had hit the creature or just scared it, but the two of them could hear it retreating into the nearby tree line. After about two seconds she let out a long breath that steamed when it hit the cold night air after going through her helmet’s mouth vent.

“Thanks,” she said, trying to get her heart rate back down.

“Shut up, there are probably more,” Crosshair hissed. She nodded at him, then got to her feet. She bent down and held a hand out to him, but he huffed and waved her away. He tried again to stand, and despite keeping his weight off his injured leg, he still collapsed before he could stand upright.

Ionne rolled her eyes, then crouched down and took his right hand, pulled his arm around her shoulders, and allowed him to lean his weight into her. He used his rifle as a makeshift crutch in his other hand, and although it was slow going, the two of them were able to get away from the area.

After a grueling ten minute uphill walk that normally would have taken just three, Ionne and Crosshair came to a stop outside the mouth of a small cave. Before going in, she looked over at him and found he was scanning over the space with the sensor attached to his helmet.

“We’re clear, there’s nothing in there,” he said, as quietly as possible. Ionne nodded at him again and she half-carried him inside.

After they both turned on their attached headlamps, Ionne and Crosshair went as far back into the cave as possible, stopping at the rear wall. She guided him into a sitting position, then knelt beside his injured leg before she removed her helmet and pointed its light directly at the wound. The improvised tourniquet seemed to have done its job, and when Ionne cut it away, Crosshair still bled, but nowhere near as heavily as he had been. Ionne took her med pack off of her back, grabbed a pair of rubber gloves, and swapped them with her regular ones.

“I need to feel for anything I can’t see,” Ionne said. Before Crosshair could react, she started to gently but firmly run her hands over his leg, pressing deeply into his skin. Crosshair grit his teeth and grunted, but was otherwise still and quiet.

“Well, whatever the fuck it was, it didn’t bite deep or hard enough to break any bones,” Ionne said. “However, there is skin and muscle damage that I need to take care of as soon as possible.”

Crosshair watched her grab a bottle of bacta spray and mist it over his torn skin, and he hissed through his teeth at the sting. He reached up and wrenched his helmet off, a sheen of sweat on his forehead despite the surrounding chill. Ionne then prepared a suture and he tried not to show how anxious he was.

“This is gonna hurt, but I have to do it now, so I need you to stay as still as possible,” Ionne said, and something about her calm but firm tone soothed his rising panic, though he’d never admit it. She looked up at his wide eyes and he nodded at her.

She wasn’t lying; it did hurt, a lot. Crosshair grit his teeth and clenched his jaw, barely able to contain a shout. Adrenaline kicked back up, dulling his pain, and he was able to control his breathing again. Ionne looked back up at him apologetically, then pulled the stitches taut, more or less forcing the torn muscle back into place.

Crosshair couldn’t stop himself from crying out as this happened, which echoed through the cave. Breathing heavily, he looked down and saw Ionne preparing another suture. He whined and instinctively tried to back farther away from her, but only succeeded in clenching the freshly stitched muscle in his calf and sending another bolt of pain through his body. He slumped back against the cave wall, panting for breath as tears of pain and exertion escaped the corners of his eyes.

“Crosshair, look at me!” Ionne said, her commanding tone grabbing his attention. “You need to let me close the skin. It fucking hurts, I know, but you’ll be fine, I won’t let anything happen to you,” she continued, maintaining unbroken eye contact with him.

“I thought you hated me,” he said, then groaned when he shifted his leg again.

“I wouldn’t go that far, though I certainly don’t like you,” Ionne admitted. “But I’d be a pretty shitty medic if I let that stop me from taking care of you. Now hold still, this is the last few stitches.”

“Just do it,” Crosshair said, speaking through clenched teeth. Ionne pierced his skin without warning and he was barely able to hold back a shout as his eyes watered over. Ionne worked as quickly as she could, and the wound was tightly closed a minute later. Crosshair was left panting for breath and grimacing against the pain.

“Hey, you’re okay; that was the worst of it, I promise,” she said, having seen this. Her voice was softer, and she rested her hand on his knee, dragging her thumb back and forth over his armor and calming him further. He couldn’t actually feel her touch, but he shivered nonetheless. To his relief, she didn’t seem to notice.

“I’ve just got to clean and bandage it up, then I’ll fuck off, okay?” she continued, and Crosshair felt a surge of guilt over her phrasing. Flustered and trying to hide it, he snapped at her.

“Good, now hurry up,” he spat.

She didn’t flinch at this, and in fact barely reacted to his harsh words in general anymore. Soon enough, her work was done. After pulling her soiled gloves off, she went into her pack one more time and shuffled forward with her canteen and a few small tablets in her hand.

“Here, take these. It won’t kill the pain entirely but it’ll be better than nothing,” Ionne said as she handed the items to him.

“That's not my canteen,” he said, but took the pills with a deep swig of her water regardless.

“I know. Yours is empty,” Ionne said, then took the much lighter container back from him. Crosshair's guilt surged again, but he said nothing.

“You should get some rest, I’ll keep watch,” she continued, her voice now tired, and got to her feet. She walked towards his rifle and he snapped at her again.

“Don’t touch that,” he spat, and she glared over her shoulder at him.

“Wasn’t going to,” she said coolly, passing it as she moved toward the mouth of the cave. “You’re welcome, by the way,” she said without looking at him, though she knew he was scowling at her. He always was.

She sat down near the cave entrance, just out of sight of the outside. She activated her distress beacon, then kept a lookout for both the thing that had attacked them and the rest of the squad.

Less than five minutes had passed before Ionne heard Crosshair softly calling for her. After a cursory glance around outside, she got to her feet and hurried over to him.

“What is it?” she said, keeping her voice low as she knelt beside him.

“Answer your kriffing comm,” he said, pushing her helmet towards her. She held back an irritated sigh, then detached the small, beeping device from the side. She clicked a button, and a wavering image came into view, lighting up the dark cave.

“Ionne, we got your distress call, is Crosshair with you? Are you two alright?” crackled through the static, but despite this she could hear the worry in Hunter's voice.

“Yeah, he’s here; I’m fine but he’s not.”

“What happened?”

“We were arguing, I don’t even remember what about, and something ambushed us. It bit through the armor on his left leg before he was able to shoot at it and scare it off.” Ionne said, and Hunter cursed.

“Shit… How bad is it?”

“No broken bones, but I had to stitch up some tears in the muscle and skin.”

“Better than dead I guess. Where are you?” he asked, and Ionne hesitated. “Ionne… where are you?” Hunter repeated, sounding worried again.

“I… don’t entirely know,” Ionne admitted. “But we can’t be more than a few clicks from where we all split up. We’re in an empty cave halfway up a hill. Can’t you trace the distress beacon?” she asked. Tech moved into view and spoke next.

“Typically, yes, but there’s a fault in the system that is causing it to malfunction. I’m surprised that you were able to send out a signal of any kind,” he said. Ionne’s heart sank, and in the background, she heard Hunter make a sound of frustration.

“God dammit Tech! The second we get back on the ship you’re fixing that; I can’t believe you didn’t say anything!” he snapped.

“My focus was on collecting data on this planet for the mission. Which, by the way, included a map of the area with landmarks like caves noted.” Tech fired back.

“Really?” Ionne said. “Do you think that’ll help?”

“The map is rudimentary, but I’ve worked with less information in worse circumstances.” Tech said, then paused for a moment. “That said, I don’t know how long it will take for us to find you. Are you somewhere safe?”

“Safe is a stretch,” Ionne said. “But we’re sheltered and there’s only one way in or out.”

“That will have to do,” Hunter said, taking over again. “Better buckle down, it’s supposed to drop into the negatives tonight.”

Ionne thanked him, then clicked off the holo-comm. Crosshair, having heard everything, huffed, getting her attention.

“And just how are they going to know which cave we’re in? You can’t expect them to wander blindly into the dark, hoping they find us and not another pissed off animal,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. Ionne thought for a moment, then went back into her pack. She rummaged around for a few seconds, mumbling to herself, before finding a large chemical light. She took it, and a roll of adhesive bandage tape, and returned to the mouth of the cave. She cracked the light and shook it, activating it, then used the tape to hang it up outside.

Ionne turned back towards Crosshair, illuminated by the bright yellow-green of the chemical light. As she walked deeper inside, the light seemed to form an aura around her, giving her an almost otherworldly appearance. She met his eyes, and he had to focus in order to keep his heart rate steady and his face neutral.

She went into her pack a third time, then sat down next to him on his left, close enough for their bodies to touch, with two things in her hands. One was a ration bar that she broke into two uneven pieces, before she handed him the larger portion.

“You’ll need the energy to heal,” she said, her voice still soft, like it had been just before she applied the second suture to his leg. Her calm tone eased his faint anxiety, and he mumbled out a ‘thanks’ before eating it.

Once Ionne had finished her share of the ration bar, she showed Crosshair the other thing she’d taken out of her pack; an emergency thermal blanket, folded tightly into a bag about the size of a datapad. She opened it up, then flapped it out. It was large enough to cover two or three people, and she draped it over him, tucking it between his back and the wall, but left nothing for herself.

With that done, Ionne leaned back against the wall, crossed her arms, and pulled her knees close to her chest in an attempt to hold in as much body heat as she could. Crosshair watched her shiver for about a minute, then sighed, and she glanced over at him.

“Do you need something else?” she asked.

“Yeah, I need you alive, so shut up and come here,” he said, untucking half the blanket from himself and holding it open, clearly showing the space he’d made for her. She looked at him, confused.

He rolled his eyes at her.

“I’m not about to let the one who’s taking care of me freeze to death,” he said, then flapped the blanket at her. She watched him for a few seconds, then shrugged. She took off her upper kit and set the armor pieces aside, then told Crosshair to do the same. He gave her a withering look, and she rolled her eyes before explaining herself.

“It’ll be easier to keep each other warm without the plastoid in the way. Skin on skin would be better, but I know that’s not gonna happen,” she said with a smirk.

“Tch. Fine,” he huffed, then followed her lead. With the two of them down to just their blacks up top, Ionne moved in close to him and tucked herself tightly into his side before pulling the blanket back around them both.

Neither of them spoke, and in fact avoided each other's eyes. Ionne was trying not to enjoy Crosshair's warmth too much, and he was focused on how nice her hair smelled.

Eventually, Crosshair fell asleep first, slumping over and inadvertently settling his head into the hollow of Ionne’s shoulder. She froze, startled, but when he didn’t move, she relaxed. She positioned his legs over hers, being careful around his wound, pulled his right arm across her torso, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lower back, holding him closely. Once she relaxed, she also fell asleep, her cheek resting on his head.

Ionne was awoken some time later by familiar voices.

“You’re recording this right?”

Ah, there’s Hunter.

“Always. Why?”

And Tech, obviously.

“You know he’s gonna deny this ever happened,” followed by a snort of barely contained laughter.

And that’s Wrecker.

Ionne slowly blinked as she opened her eyes and adjusted to the change in lighting. It looked like she and Crosshair had spent the entire night together in the cave. She yawned and shifted her weight, and Crosshair unconsciously pressed himself closer to her, mumbling something nobody could make out. She smiled softly at him despite herself, shaking her head, then shifted her attention to Hunter, who was smirking.

“Cute. Now get him up, there’s a storm coming and we need to get back to the ship before it hits,” he said. Ionne nodded at him, then addressed Tech.

“I want a copy of this,” she said, gesturing to Crosshair and herself, which made Wrecker laugh loudly, which in turn, woke Crosshair. He grunted as he sat up, and when he saw everyone watching him, he quickly let Ionne go and tried to shift away from her. He only succeeded in clenching the freshly-stitched muscle in his leg and cursing loudly from the pain.

After about ten minutes, once he and Ionne had their armor and helmets back on, she changed his bandages, then tucked everything neatly back into her pack.

She held her hand out to Crosshair in a silent offer to help him to his feet, but, in a repeat of his actions in the snow the night before, he just scowled at her and waved her away. Annoyed, but not surprised, Ionne simply sighed and moved next to Hunter at the mouth of the cave. Predictably, when Crosshair tried to stand, he couldn’t put any weight on his injured leg, and would have collapsed again if Wrecker hadn’t caught him.

As everyone left the cave, Wrecker carried Crosshair bridal-style, and while he cursed and grumbled Ionne tried not to laugh at him.

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[anakindoodles]

Fractured sense of self

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Individual pieces below the cut

[strangerstilinski]

friendly reminder that if your fav authors on here delete their blogs one day, fics in your likes are *POOF* gone but fics you've reblogged are saved to your blog, always available to be read in the future!!

so reblog fics you like! don't just let them pile up in your likes!

[hailsatanacab]

Your Favourite Author's Favourite Fic

in no way is this me sneakily trying to get fic recs out of people, but here's my new tag game!

Rules! When tagged, reblog with the fic you've written that you love the most

Not the fic with the most kudos, or the most comments, or the most hits, but the fic that you're the most proud of. I'm talking about the story that kept you up at night, the one that you still think about, the one that you wish more people would read

So, it's time to show off! I strongly encourage - in fact, I demand - that you give yourself some compliments, a well-deserved pat on the back, and tell us all the reasons why it's your favourite!

Then tag five people and make them go through it, too 🥰🩷

I'll tag @wolfjackle, @tourettesdog, @gilbirda, @die-erlkonigin6083, and @thewritingowl to get us started, please and thank you!!

[elizakai]

Is it just me, or are the aggressive Hazbin Hotel haters just Vox scrambling for Alastor’s attention and coping when nothing happens

Critics and Haters are different! You don’t have to like the show but making post after post hating on it, threatening the creators, or insulting people to convince them why they can’t like the show is

1- obsessive

2- honestly cringe

LIKE WHAT YOU LIKE MY FRIENDS and if you don’t like it, that’s fine, just CHILL!🩷

[a-usernamelol]

YALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!!!! MORE SCREENSHOTS FOR EVERYBODY!

Once again bringing up that I’m tired of seeing posts strictly for the female fans of the game. So here he is in all his glory, the absolute (bisexual??) icon of the franchise! Doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or a guy- or in my MCs case- something else, chances are he’s going to try his hand!

HAVE SOME FREE SEBASTIAN BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE❤️ PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

🍑, 🥦, 🥬, 🍒

for Storm, and

🍋(SORRY I HAD TO), 🍏, 🍇, 🥑

for Axelrod

Bonus I thought for a second about suggesting 🍏 for Finn and you can still answer it but then I had the thought he would say "Well, isn't everybody a little Queer?" and then leave it at that and that is making me laugh so much right now sorry

-@markbeakskisser

IM SORRY I. THOUGHT I POSTED THIS THREE DAYS AGO. In relation to the tags of this post I am already out of school. My last day was last Friday. Thank you a million for the ask I loved answering it. I don't know how coherent any of this post is, I was a madman when I answered it.

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Tumblr. Nuked my post and I am losing my mind having to retype it and I'm HOPING I remember all my thoughts but. Normally I save it as a draft like five different times when I know it's going to be a long post BECAUSE I don't wanna lose the whole thing but. It was 3:30am when I had first seen this and went to answer it and I was completely cracking up over that idea for Finn because. It's FITTING. Especially cause like. Going off his car model and when the movie came out that man is like. He's like 53 or something. So he totally grew up in a time where that was probably even more unacceptable and that would so be like the trying to cope responce that goes in to just saying it to mess with people. Your stereotypical gentleman who is suave and overly sappy romantic and likes buys roses and boxes of chocolates and would throw his suit jacket down over a puddle even though it's NOT necessary. Oh and he's also GAY.

I just. Or like some interview sort of thing and the interviewer asks him something and that's how he responds and there is just a lengthy silence before the interviewer is like "....no.?" And he's like "oh" and then has to take a sip from his wine IM. SORRY.I JUst. I don't know why I have so many thoughts on this. I haven't even gotten into saying thanks for giving me an entire fruitbasket worth of things to answer. I'm pretty sure if I was an animal in a zoo so much of my enrichment would just come from these.

I don't know how you're so good at this incorrect quotes things with them.

For J.ackson Storm:

I don't know how you telepathically magically knew I was thinking about him but I suppose they are all ping-ponging around in my head like cable TV screensavers. I proceeded to space out here and have about 40 minutes worth of my own entire imaginary thing but I really need to dedicate a day to just sitting and thinking about him because I like him a lot and thought about him a lot(he's the whole starting reason for my Cars thing and actually the one I ended up liking first), and if it wasn't for EventsTM my brain probably wouldn't be so clogged trying to think about him naturally. I. I haven't even started any of the asks I'm going to stop now. This is gonna be a long one isn't it.

🍑 - is your f/o more comfortable giving or receiving gifts? why? do they have any preferences on gifts they like receiving?

I feel like he'd be more comfortable receiving gifts because I feel like he would have a lot of trouble trying to get people gifts or having an idea on what to gift them. If it came up naturally(like he saw something that reminded him of someone else that they'd like) he'd probably have an easier time with it but if an event or holiday comes up he'd probably break in half. But also partly because of his popularity(he did a lot of online/iRacing/simulator competetive racing stuff, he was super good at it, and it's how he got offeree to race on actual tracks) he probably was used to being given things from winning events or from people that would support him. He's not very well rehearsed on what feelings are, so things like gift giving/recieving, which normally(keyword) involves feelings or knowing what other people would like sort of plays to his weaknesses.

I feel like if he ever did get anything that he was happy over getting, he probably wouldn't express it well(at all), but he'd either end up using it until he couldn't anymore(whether it's playing a video game till he's sick of it or something that is a 'practical tool' like a weighted blanket) or if it's a more sentimental/handmade thing he'd probably leave it on a high shelf where it couldn't get tampered with and perhaps most people wouldn't see it and be able to question him on it.

🥦 - does your f/o have any pet peeves? things that just really really get on their nerves? what are they and why?

This is a really interesting one because I feel like he has a lot of things that can upset him, so i gotta mull over which ones would fall under the line of being a pet peeve and which is just something that sets him off. I feel like he would not be able to do getting interrupted at all. And unless it's like someone he's really REALLY close with, I feel like he wouldn't be big on touch either. There are veryy few times where be might not care or he might reach out first but even then 98% of the time it's probably better to just ask him if you can or to just not worry about it, even if it's something like just patting him on the shoulder or whatnot. Even I ask, of course. Even if most the time I get a "yes" or "sure", just giving the choice makes a big difference.

🥬 - what are some beige flags your f/o has? so, not bad, but not nessecarily good either. just. "oh. you do This."

These flag things always trip me up because in my head from my understanding red flags are like "Hey, you should probably end the relationship over this, it's pretty bad" but then I'll hear things like people saying it's a red flag to do something that is completely arbitrary and I can't tell if I've lost my mind or they've lost my mind. Then again, I'm kinda super biased even with beige flags because there are very few, if any things that my F/Os can do that I'll be like "://" over, yknow? Cause like, if they did something that off-put me that much I probably wouldn't like them that much! Am I reading into this too much? I probably am.

However. If we're talking from an OUTSIDE perspective, like what other people might consider beige flags for him, there's a right amount of things I could say because he was one of the ones that I got critisizm for liking him. I feel like how quickly he gets frustrated over things might be something that would get pointed out, cause in the book about his backstory, after something like getting sensory overloaded on a couple occasions he would get really upset/angry to the point of storming off(cough pun intended). But I also completely understand that and I think that adds to my bias😅. And I'm sure many would be turned off by his cold demeanor.

🍒 - if your f/o and you spend a day doing anything, anything at all, what would they do and why?

Okay, I really like this question because I get to talk about how he spends 90% of his freetime just playing through racing simulators. But I need to you picture the whole complete setup of having the wheel and pedals and things that you hook up to your computer and like the several monitors. Like a dedicated room or corner of a room to it. And that's what he spends most of his time doing. He is online a lot but his social media presence does not exist it all. He is not very outdoorsy either so if we are spending the day together a lot of it will be spent either playing games together(sometimes I can convince him to try out another game with me) And most the time, even if we are playing together on like an Xbox controller or something, I'm still spending about the whole session just fawning over his skills at it. Sometimes I can grab his attention with something else for a little bit if I end up cooking or knitting or such. You should've absolutely seen the face he pulled and reaction he had over me knitting.

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For Axlerod:

🍋 - if your f/o could change one thing about themselves, what would they change and why?

Okay, I was giggling at first at the fact that you picked lemon for him because that's funny, and then I wanted to get into my story about how I actually really like lemons and sour candy is my favorite type of candy and whenever I get iced tea at restaurants I always take the lemon slice and just eat it and don't squeeze it in the tea but the FACT THAT THIS IS THE QUESTION TO IT IM. It's too early in the morning for this.

Okay I'm going to be real here IM GOING TO BE REAL HERE. Once I stop losing my mind. Truthfully. Okay. BECAUSE of the whole lemon thing. I do think he would have several answers for what he'd want to change about himself because asides from money and power that man IS insecure. I've already talked about my headcannon of him wearing his hat and like nevveerrr ever taking it off because it helps hide his curly hair right. That's why I have to squeeze him and love on him until a proper ego about his geniune self starts to form. And definitely not because I'd do it anyway regaurdless. Totally. I mean he is literally the kingpin of the lemons(movie captions call him kingpin, their words not mine!!), that man is messed up. Society probably tried to maul him. Humanized version of what a lemon is is nearly just any minority ever. Breaks down a lot? Faulty? Doesn't work right? Gets slander souly just for looks, typically ones they can't control? I mean, even asides from things like rust and dents and whatnot, cars like Acer's typically worked fine, but they got dubbed "fishbowl"(it's also his lisence plate) because of how they looked and it was the running gag. What gets dubbed a lemon is bulleted point #2 for why I cry over his speach, in this essay I will-

🍏 - if you have any queer headcanons for your f/o, how did they realize they were queer?

It's funny because for a long time when I was still sorting out how I identified, I was genderfluid at the time, and so I just dubbed all the characters I liked as pan and called it a night. I still do that now for a few reasons but then we will get off topic into my entire gender identity story! But also because of that, I don't have very proper elaborate stories of them realizing their feelings and such. There are a select few of them where I might have more particular queer headcannons or have more of a story for them, but I do think for Axlerod it would be something that he'd known about himself for a while. Like a longgg while. And he probably has moments of openly showcasing it or supporting it with pride flags and whatnot without caring about any negative stuff he might receive. He has to at least have one big open indulgence in it during pride month. I normally am more quiet during pride month but I don't mind indulging with him cause it makes him smile(I say, at 6 in the morning with half-lidded sleepy eyes and the most "I have a problem" smile of a grin).

🍇 - if you and your f/o never met, what do you think your f/o would be doing right now?

Oohhhhmigosh. Blowing up the planet, probably? /joking. There's this whole entire thing in the story of him getting a little more tame in his havoc and it becoming slightly noticeable to others, because his vengeful scheming against the world eases up a bit now that he has someone to keep him a bit straight and that also doesn't want to kick him to the curb for him doing human things like. Being strange or a bit unconventional. And also because he now has an animal at home(me) to take care if and put time and energy into. And feed sandwhiches. So if we hadn't met, he'd probably still be just as unhinged as ever, if not a bit more destructive. Heck, I shudder to think about where myself would be if it wasn't for my F/Os! So maybe we'd meet in the midst of wrecking havoc(Kane can not cope with the concept of him and F/Os not meeting).

🥑 - is there any niche topics your f/o is interested in? what are they and why do they like them?

OKAY. I WISH I HAD GONE INTO BETTER DEPTH IN THIS DURING THE MOVIE WHEN WE WERE WATCHING IT. I don't know how niche this really is but I really like it. But with the whole newspaper thingy and it talking about the like Abyssian Desert that he crossed and the whole "around the globe" thing for the World Grand Prix like. I think he just enjoys doing that stuff. Which I suppose it's like yknow he is/has a Land Rover! Of course he does! But a Land Rover doesn't HAVE to do anything!! There are plenty that just go around on motorways! I think he just likes doing that stuff just for fun. That slight smile and sad pathetic wink(I love him) was not the same maddening smile during the Mel Dorado show and next to the Queen of England that say "I should probably be interrogated over something." Kane do NOT pull out pictures and clips. Even if they're in good quality. Maybe. Maybe later. Later. We can do that later in the day.

But I think he just enjoys going out and exploring. Going on like hikes or something. Ohmigosh it's. 6 in the morning and I'm covering my face and closing my eyes and giggling. Yes I've been working on this post for the past three hours straight, I've loved every second of it. I accidentally. Just typed. "-I've loved every second of him" and if that doesn't confirm my brain has been sucked into a hole then I don't know what does.

But anyway. I also really enjoy that stuff. Which is partly why I want a Jeep and why I like going on really long walks and just wandering into bits of land that I probably shouldn't be trespassing. We need to take a hike or something.

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alright. know what? with Secrets of the Obscure right around the corner and plenty of new Mists-related sky island settings coming with it, I'll just bite the bullet and interest-check a little something I've been turning in my head for a long, long while.

would YOU be interested in a Mists-based GW2 roleplay guild that uses a lore compliant multiverse system to allow canon, canon-adjacent, lore-breaking, and otherwise 'contradictory' muses to coexist in the same setting?

simply put: every writer's cast would be set in their own self-contained universe. as such, everyone could bring whatever muses they want with their own personal headcanons, and no one could dictate what is or isn't canon for anyone else. so long as your muses are GW2-based, you're good to go! bring your Commanders, bring your canon-divergent OCs, bring your canon muses-- and yes, even the ones that are 'supposed' to be dead. who can say what might have happened in a strange world far across the Mists, after all?

neutral hubs and in-character safety guardrails would be in place to keep all muses on a relatively even playing field regardless of their power, history, and prestige, too. play hardball if you like, but it might not end quite the way you'd hope. the main rule would be to maintain good OOC etiquette at all times: no godmodding, no metagaming, no theft, don't blend IC and OOC, and so-on.

if that sounds like something you might have interest in, please interact with this post! and if you've got questions or concerns, I'd love to hear them; feel free to send an ask or a DM, or just reply to this post!