#how to tag jesus christ without the jesus fans seeing this

[i-bring-crack]

Is Lan/Yaoshi the equivalent of Judas/Jesus on the Star Rail universe

[mamawasatesttube]

every time im forced to remember that t*mberkon exists an angel loses its wings. violently

[simcardiac-arrested]

i’ve been browsing the watcher tag, reading different opinions—both criticisms and defenses of the game. and this is my conclusion of the last few days:

some of you act Very Bizarre about people who dare criticize the thing you like. i think pointing out the broken storytelling of watcher and its other flaws, gameplay or lore related, doesn’t actually mean that you missed the point of the base game or that you never actually liked it and hurr durr, you must be a fakeass downpour fan who only cares about linear storytelling with characters you can help.

some of you are extremely biased against not even people who exclusively only enjoy downpour, but people who enjoy both base game and downpour. some of you are treating these people unfairly because (checks hand) uhh, they don’t enjoy the thing the way you enjoy it so they must’ve been fake fans all along and are probably just here for downpour! clearly you guys don’t even like rain world if you don’t think watcher is like the second coming of jesus christ!

does this sound familiar? if you were here in 2023, it does. if you have been a fan of rain world for a while, and you were here for the release of downpour and witnessed the fandom growing in real time, then boy does this attitude sound familiar. today’s “if you didn’t enjoy watcher it’s because you’re a fake fan who’s only here for downpour” is yesterday’s “if you got into the game through downpour and didn’t enjoy base game then you’re a fake fan”

to understate it—this attitude is fucking exhausting, especially coming from people who are grown ass adults and should be able to handle criticism of their favorite things without instantly jumping to “you guys like this thing in a surface-level, unenlightened way, while i, an intj, like this thing in the proper way that the writers intended”. it’s fucking exhausting and i cannot believe we are still doing this shit 2 years later, with a new dlc, and just switching the word order.

i really want the rain world fandom to be a place where many different opinions coexist, a place of discussion and constructive arguments. i want to be able to talk about the elements watcher succeeded in, and the many elements it could’ve done better—without people implying that one of my favorite games, one of the most important games in my life, actually means nothing to me and i missed the point of it. i want this fandom to be a place where i can listen to differing opinions, where people can try to prove me wrong and i can try to prove them wrong in a way that gives me—or them—a new light to see The Thing in. because that is what criticism is about—letting people change your vision of the thing you’re criticizing, letting them give you new things to consider, and vice versa. it’s about listening to each other, and respecting each other.

disappointingly, this is not what the rain world fandom is, and maybe never will be—just by nature of how much each story contrasts with each other (no, i do not think that watcher captures the base game perfectly, i think it’s pretty damn removed from base game the same way downpour is, but i digress), but, still. what i’m seeing is just…upsetting. i am not seeing respect. i’m not seeing any constructive discussion. i’m seeing people invent yet another echo chamber where They’re the True Fans and Everyone Else just doesn’t get it. i’m seeing people once again dividing themselves into factions of basegame vs downpour vs watcher vs basegame & watcher vs downpour again (because there’s never enough treating downpour like it is some kind of black sheep of the family). i’m seeing people literally say that if you want the watcher to be 0.2% clearer or 0.2% more accommodating, the game is not for you. and much, much more that i won’t list here, because you can literally see it for yourself if you just go in the tag.

all of it feels very dissonant in relation to the game—the game where you have to think, to consider different perspectives and interpretations to fully piece the story together, and even then you might not get all of it…it seems like the fans refuse to do just that. to me, at least.

i’m sorry if you saw yourself in this post and my words hurt or offended you—this was not my intention. i am not trying to go after anyone, call anyone out, or make anyone think like i have a personal vendetta against them because they have a different opinion. i tend to use hyperbole and strong language, so i understand if people misinterpret that, but the main point of this post was to just bring light to the issue and, i don’t know…feel less insane? feel less like i’m living in a separate reality, because most people i’m seeing seem to think this is just normal behavior that should be supported?

and, well, to let my emotions out. because as much as i am angry, annoyed and tired of this, i am also just profoundly sad that we’ve managed to cultivate such an environment that is antithetical to everything the game was trying to say. i am sad, because i am itching to share all of my thoughts and hear others’ thoughts, i am itching to understand what people take away from this dlc and how it differs from my experience. i am itching to just…post, to just talk about it. to put my own thoughts on my own blog.

i am sad, because i don’t feel like these thoughts are welcome.

so, yeah. this post turned out pretty emotional and kind of vague, so here’s a pretty emotional and kind of vague conclusion to it:

i did not enjoy the watcher as much as i wish i did, as much as i hoped i would. and it is not because i’ve actually been misunderstanding the game all along and never truly liked it for what it is, it’s not because i’ve constructed some personal version of rain world in my head that i expected the watcher to 100% adhere to.

i really wanted to enjoy it. i wanted to like it as much as everyone else did, wanted to be blown away by what it meant for the story and the characters and the worldbuilding. i wanted to look at it and see what everyone else sees in it.

but the reality of the situation is this: i did not enjoy the watcher as much as i wish i did, precisely because of how much i love rain world.

and that is not a mutually exclusive statement.

[foliosriot]

LINGER ♱ CHAPTER ONE

vinny mauro x ofc (micah)

SUMMARY!!

micah is the lead vocalist of metalcore band, bonesmith. being a leading woman in the metal scene is not an easy job, but she has committed herself to making a positive change in the scene and proving to everyone how she and other women belong in metal. even if she comes off as a bit of a bitch. but her world is turned upside down when the drummer of her favorite band comes into her life.

WARNINGS!!

one joke about s*cking d*ck lol

TAGS!!

@concretenoah @circle-with-me @malice-ov-mercy @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople @cncohshit (if you wanna be tagged in future parts, just let me know!!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE!!

bonesmith is kinda the equivalent to poppy, so poppy doesn’t exist in this universe. i love and respect her so fucking much and i would not intentionally disrespect her in any way shape or form. i’m not claiming her music as mine or anything of the sort. it is simply for this fic i promise. ok thank you <3

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Micah loathes interviews. They always ask the same questions, anyways.

What’s your inspiration behind your upcoming album?

Why do you care so much about keeping the metal scene safe?

Why are you such a bitch?

Well, they don’t ask that last one, but it is always implied, at least. And this interview is no different.

“What was the reason behind Bonesmith’s birth?” the interviewer asks. “Because I know you’ve stated in the past that you’ve always wanted to see a positive change in the metal scene and that Bonesmith was a way for you to kinda take that leap, so to speak. Is the band a stepping stone for that, or is it just an outlet for that change?”

Jesus Christ, here we go.

“Kaden and I started Bonesmith because we wanted to make music,” Micah begins, “y’know, it wasn’t like I was using it as anything but a creative outlet. Because this band is the only way I can be 100% vulnerable and honest. And I think that’s really important, like, having that connection with your fans and having a platform to talk about big issues on. I use that platform our fans have given us to talk about the bullshit in this music scene that needs to change for the better. And I’m not afraid to push that conversation, by any means necessary.”

“So are you not afraid to be perceived the wrong way by others, then?”

“Perceive me however you want, because I know who I am and what I represent.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

“A woman who is confident in herself.”

The rest of the interview flies by. Micah lets out a sigh of relief once she’s thanked the interviewer and left the small tent. Bonesmith is playing a festival and Micah has been doing interviews whenever the band isn’t performing. She wishes the guys could take her place for a while as she heads back to their trailer.

As she passes by the main stage, her fingers fiddling with the all-access page dangling from her neck, the song being played makes her pause. She steps away from the main thoroughfare and moves closer to the rail separating the foot traffic from the crowd before her.

Motionless In White is performing right now. Micah has never seen them live, and watching as they play Slaughterhouse is truly the highlight of her day so far. A small smile stretches her dark red painted lips as she continues watching.

She has always loved Motionless In White. They have been one of her favorite bands ever since she first discovered metal music. She’s met Chris a couple times and can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is one of the kindest souls she has ever had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with.

As for the rest of the band, Micah has never really met or talked to them. God, she would love to, but the times she’s stopped and talked with Chris was in between sets at different festivals. They’ve never hung out or anything. Schedule conflicts, she supposes.

To her absolute delight, Bryan Garris makes an appearance for the song. Micah and Bryan are good friends and have been for a long time. She can remember every single time she moshed in a Knocked Loose pit or got a bloody nose from getting hit in the face during one of their circle pits. Well, almost every time. There is that handful of concussions she chooses not to acknowledge.

Micah happily stays to watch the rest of the song. At the breakdown, where it’s just Bryan screaming, her gaze is suddenly stolen by the drummer. He’s yelling along to the lyrics as he waits atop his drum set. The way he head-bangs during the line “You won’t survive in the slaughterhouse, die”, gearing up to start drumming again, is distracting, to say the least. And he is just that — distracting.

That’s Vinny, she reminds herself.

She smiles to herself, clapping softly, once the song is over. She knows she has to get back to the trailer. Bonesmith’s call time is in a half hour.

But even as Chris is thanking Bryan for joining them on stage, Micah can’t look away. Her eyes are glued to Vinny, and it’s an apparent struggle to finally tear her gaze away from the drummer. She manages, but not without slight annoyance as she hurries away.

As she heads back to Bonesmith’s designated trailer, Micah makes a quick tweet before leaving that performance behind.

＠micahsbones: just watched motionless in white perform live for the first time. they are that band. always. you guys fucking rock.

＠micahsbones: vinny is an insane drummer, definitely one of my faves to watch live. you fucking killed it during slaughterhouse.

She shoves her phone away as she approaches the trailer.

Kaden and Weasley are lounging around, and Scott is nowhere to be seen. Micah’s eyebrows furrow at his absence.

“Where’s Scott?” she asks.

“Doing his pre-show bass check-up,” Kaden says from where he’s sitting. One side of his mouth is tilted upwards, his lip ring going with it.

Of course. Scott and his obsession with checking his bass before each show is a ritual in and of itself, so Micah can’t exactly fault him for being absent at this very moment.

Kaden meets Micah’s eyes. “Why’d it take you so long to get back?” he questions her. That stupid lip ring is still angled to the ceiling. “Interview booth was only a couple minutes away.”

Micah sends her brother a glare.

“I was sucking off Isaac Hale behind the panini wagon,” Micah snaps at him. “Turns out he loves a good steak panini after getting his dick deep-throated by one of his best friends. Go figure,” she adds with a shrug.

Kaden rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh before switching his attention to his phone. Micah bristles at the action.

Ask unnecessary questions, get unnecessary answers.

A little while later, after Micah has downed an entire plastic water bottle and scrolled through her phone, the band is ushered out of their trailer. Bonesmith is going on soon and needs to be ready to perform. Scott has rejoined them by the time they make it to side stage.

Backstage, all four band members are hooked up to their mics and in-ears. Micah quietly goes through a few vocal warmups, simultaneously slowly pacing back and forth. Then someone is saying they’re on and the band huddles to do their pre-show ritual.

“Kaden, name one thing you’re grateful for today,” Micah says as they all put their hands together in a circle. Her phone buzzes from inside her pocket but she ignores it.

“Liquid Death iced tea,” he answers with a smile. “Wes, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”

“Watching Evanescence’s entire set,” Weasley says. He looks to Scott. “Scott, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”

“My new in-ears,” Scott proudly states. “Micah, name one thing you’re grateful for today.”

“Motionless In White performing Slaughterhouse,” she says. “Alright, on three. One—“

“Two—“

“Three—“

“Let’s rattle some bones!”

And with that, they all head for the stage.

The crowd screams when the four of them come in to view. Micah stands at the front of the stage, both of her hands grasping the microphone in front of her. Her heart is pounding out of her chest but she swallows down the nervousness rising from her stomach. She will never get used to this.

This crowd is bigger than she had anticipated, especially considering this is one of the side stages. But that doesn’t bother her as she hears the opening to new way out.

Anxiety eats away at Micah’s insides as she begins singing. The way the crowd screams the lyrics back at her eases those feelings, but not completely. That anxiety and those nerves will never vanish fully no matter how hard she may try.

Once their first song was complete, Micah stands at the front of the stage. She looks over the crowd with a fondness settling in her chest.

“Hi guys,” she says into the microphone. She catches her breath as the crowd yell and scream in response. “How are we feeling?”

The crowd goes crazy. Micah smiles back at them.

“Good. Good.” She bites her painted lip. “You ready to keep going?”

People scream to tell Micah they’re ready for another song. Her smile widens as she presents what the band is playing next.

After playing have you had enough? and Concrete, Micah once again stands at the front of the stage catching her breath. She loves to jump around and just perform while on stage. It helps to relieve anxiety and any remaining nervousness that may be occupying her organs.

She stands there for a bit, just observing the crowd. There are too many people to keep track of any bananas or look out for any faces in particular. She then brings the microphone back up to her mouth.

“Can you guys get a circle pit for me going please?” Micah asks in a sickly sweet tone. “Pretty please?”

People immediately begin moving and fulfilling Micah’s request. From her left, Kaden plays lowly on his guitar. His playing sparks excitement amongst the crowd and the circle pit spins faster. With that same tooth-rotting tone, Micah speaks once more.

“I want a bigger pit,” she tells the crowd. “A bigger, rowdier circle pit. Slipknot-level, please.”

Once the pit is large enough to Micah’s satisfaction, she addresses the crowd one more time, saying, “Are you guys ready? I don’t think you’re ready.”

Kaden reverberates a note on his guitar, letting the sound vibrate and sing through the speakers as Micah screams into her microphone: “Coward!”

The play through the center’s falling out, Anything Like Me, and a few more songs before their set is over. All four members of Bonesmith stand and take bow together. Picks and drumsticks are thrown into the crowd before the band exits the stage.

Mics are taken by stagehands and in-ears are taken out. Micah can feel sweat coating every inch of her body beneath her clothes, and the desire to shower is so heavy as she and her bandmates make their ways to their trailer.

The guys are talking about their performance when there is a buzz from Micah’s pocket. Her phone.

She retrieves the device and shock floods her system at the notifications waiting for her on her lock screen. Her heart stutters inside her chest.

＠chenzomauro: ＠micahsbones i am but a humble drummer 😌 thank you for the ego boost though

＠chenzomauro: ＠bonesmithband are insane performers, especially ＠micahsbones. if you haven’t seen them yet you need to 🤷‍♂️

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

♱ foliosriot 2025

[hermitcraftx]

I agree with your post about hermit fans in regard to things being very popular. I’ve seen more people being angry and annoyed about scarian in the last six months than people celebrating it. Not tagging shipping is shit but it’s better than harassing people. I don’t know what was put in the water but something changed drastically and I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s seen it.

IT'S FUCKING INSANE! This fandom used to be so positive and welcoming and overall way more pleasant than some... other MCYT fandoms, but now??? I can't log on without seeing untagged negative interpretations in the main tags, can't express an opinion without getting anons calling me heterosexual sympathizers and hoping that I die, everyone has turned their back on everything that used to make this fandom really... fun? Like, I don't tag ON MY BLOG, but usually I don't maintag my shipping posts, and if I do, I tag the ship name so people can filter it.... I don't maintag duo names. What the fuck happened to make everyone so- miserable. Anons are probably going to be permanently off for me, too many people comfortable with their opinions and not comfortable with mine and desperately needing to tell me that.

And like- look. I get not liking interpretations. Personally I'm not a fan of the Double Life cheating arc because of how abusive and out of character people made Grian be, and I had to avoid ao3 for a bit because of that and filter the fucking tags. Same thing with found family dynamics. Just because you don't like something doesn't make it "overrated and popular" and just because you don't like something doesn't make it immoral or unethical either!!! People have to make everything a moral standpoint nowadays and it's really exhausting-

But that's a tirade. All over all the confessions blogs there's "scarian is overrated" despite Grian having nearly 10mil subscribers and most of them being on YouTube and considering all the hermits friends or family truthing them. Yes, there is more shipping than before- that's because Hermitcraft season 8 made it very obvious that the people on the SMP and the people IRL are very different, and it's no longer considered RPF. None of the real hermits died via moon explosion, ZombieCleo often says she's doing "lore", they make different skins, even GRIAN acknowledges that he's acting and playing a part with the permit office. Despite all that, there's STILL wars on shipping and people insisting that we're shipping real people, I fought this war on the DSMP side of things and it's SO TIRING.

DND podcast listeners, do you ship the people playing the characters? NO!!!!! Unless you do, in which case, have fun with that. I don't really care about RPF and I filtered the tags for it a long time ago, so maybe they do do that.

Every other day I see "Third life is overrated" "Last life is overrated" (LAST LIFE IS OFTEN THE LEAST FAVORITE SEASON I SEE PEOPLE SAY!), "the life series is overrated" "the cactus ring is fucking stupid" "they left the desert but we didn't" "no, THIS interpretation of scarian is bad and wrong" and like... guys. Guys. Fandom is supposed to be fun. It is not supposed to be a full time job. It is not supposed to be moral or ethical and you shouldn't feel the need to police shit. Jesus Christ, every other month there's a new fad that tumblr users flock to and once it's over everyone goes "EWWW THAT WAS LAME AND OVERRATED AND I NEVER LIKED IT ANYWAY" like.... I promise you cannibalism as an allegory for love is not mainstream you are just on Tumblr.

Like Good God. If it's so bad here go to Twitter. I'm sick of all the complaining and misery and hatred and I miss when things were fun- people are so scared of being cliche that they don't want to write things that they enjoy. Where are the coffee shop aus???? Where are the fun silly things??? Where are the 100k grimdark fics with worldbuilding??? Wheres the 500k fics that aren't even about the same characters anymore but that we love just the same??? Where are the forums and people talking to each other in comments and meeting each other that way??? Where are the roleplay servers?????? What are you all doing??????

People are scared of being judged. They want to do what everyone else is doing. They don't want to be cringe or cliche and every day I see a "cringe culture is dead" post and then someone making fun of another part of fandom, an antithesis to their previous statement. They don't want to be late to things, either. Who cares if Last Life was a couple years ago? Draw the fanart anyway!

I'm scared. Maybe I'm just old, but every post I see I notice that I get maybe a 10th in reblogs of what I do in likes, and I don't even post my art or fics to this site. Every post is like that. More and more people only like posts and they die, unseen, by everyone. More and more people misuse archive of our own's functions, treating it like it has some algorithm, when it doesn't, and it never has and hopefully never will. I see fic reuploads to "gain traction" (not how it works) and people reaching out to find RP partners (breaking TOS) and all sorts of other shit on both sites and it fucking horrifies me. I'm not even that old- I'm eighteen, and I can already tell how fandom has changed for the worst for everyone. Fandom used to be a community. Not consumption.

It's just... sad. Old fandom had PLENTY of fucking problems, and we have problems here too, but at least the positives outweighed the negatives. It's so... mean here, now. Even the happy things are mean-spirited. People treat it as if certain people have invaded this fandom space, spreading horrible opinions and ruining it for everyone, but the truth is is that shipping is always going to be a thing. It's a foundation of fandom- fandom started with housewives in the 1950s writing Star Trek fanfiction. You can never get rid of shipping. You can just interact with what you want to interact with and leave others to mind their own business.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Panty Dropper

@callm3senpaii was so kind tagging me in this and I know I should have been asleep but I couldn't stop thinking about stuff to write. Will I be tired today? I probably already am. Will it be worth dragging my ass around? Most definitely.

Things they do that have me throwing my panties on the floor and my ankles in the air:

TOJI :

~ The bulge in his pants and the scar on his lips.

~ When he stands, sits, when he's hard. Especially if he wants to hug me or pull me down onto his lap. And if he looks at me and licks the scar, I'm immediately flooding my pants. I don't know what it is about scars, whether they're on chests, arms, faces, backs (omfg backssss). They're just so fucking sexy to me. I want to lick them all.

~ He'll press that mass right into me. Knowing damn well what he's doing. Same with the scar, he knows wtf is up. If he wants my attention but doesn't want to have to say that he wants it, he'll just stare at me and lick the corner of his mouth until I'm dropping down on his face.

~ It gets worse the longer we're out of the house. Having to show self-restraint and not drop to my knees and rip his low-hanging pants from his godlike hips is not #1 on my to-do list.

~ HE IS, though.

REINER :

~ Jesus Christ. The way he would hold me all the time. How he can flip-flop between being gentle one minute to shoving my back up against any hard surface that was easily accessible, rolling and grinding his hips into me.

~ How needy he can be sometimes is so hot. Like, he can't fucking live another second without burying his face in my cunt or stuffing me full of his cock. Or tongue. Let's be real, the man loves to eat.

~ He's also emotional AND emotionally stupid. He tries to express himself and sometimes he just gets so pissed off that he doesn't have the words that he'll shut down. And I wouldn't be able to sit by and watch him beat himself up about some shit that happened 10 years ago. I'd have to climb up on his lap and start rubbing my ass all over him to get his focus to shift.

~ Watching him hold a baby would make every single good egg I had left drop down, ready to create life with him. He's so fucking big and seeing him hold something so small and fragile would make me insane with lust. (As if I'm not always DTF this guy). I'd whisper in his ear to give the baby back to her (yes, it would be a baby girl, all pinked out) parents because I need him upstairs shooting his hot load into me and telling me how much he wants to fuck a baby into me and watch my body change while nurturing life (WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM. LITERALLY WHAT. TF.)

~ His sweet gestures would kill me so softly. He would bring me a wild flower that he saw somewhere while he was out. Or he'd bring me a little succulent clipping that he snagged while he was at Home Depot getting stuff to make the rack to hold our sex swing that was going to be delivered in 2 days. 1 if the mail runs a little faster than anticipated.

~ I don't know how else to articulate this other than to tell you that we'd dance like they do in Dirty Dancing (the OG movie. Not the remake shit). You know how Baby and Johnny danced with each other when they'd basically straddle each others thighs and just grind while his hands were on her ass and she was clinging to him to keep herself from falling over backwards, even though there was no way in hell that he'd ever let go of her. And how he'd turn me around and have my back to his chest while we're just like, making our hips go in circles while we're in the living room listening to songs like "Cry To Me." Fucking shoot me now, please. I can't stand another minute without this guy.

Sanemi :

~ This motherfucker. His lack of personal space with me would be irritating at first. Like, he would always come to bed with me at the same time. Sleep smooshed up next to me, even during summer months when it's too hot to lay like that unless you have 3 box fans pointing at you (and I DO) just to take the edge off of the humidity swarming around you. But eventually, when he'd stay up to do something, video games or working out, whatever, and I go to bed alone, I definitely would just lay there and miss him. So I'd call for him and he'd come peek his head in the room and ask me what I need.

~ I'd admit that I need him because I'm so goddamn used to feeling his body next to me that I don't know what to do with myself when I'm not all tangled up in him. I just toss and turn not feeling grounded in my own bed.

~ So he'll turn off all the lights because he's a responsible electricity user and do his bedtime routine then finally come in and lay with me.

~ But he's not really tired. And he will turn over to face me and starts rubbing my thigh with his left hand, sloooowwwlllyy going higher until he's got his fingers dancing over the waistband of my --- wait, I won't be wearing panties. Scratch that. He'd play with the hem of my t-shirt and inch his way between my thighs until my knees are opening up for him.

~ "You still not tired?" is all he'd have to say to me in his deep, husky nighttime voice and I'd pull him over on top of me because I can't resist his voice, even in the daytime. But there's just something about his voice at night that does me in. It's heavy with the days weight and he wants to let go of everything. And I would help him with all that shiz.

LEVI

~ There are several things that he would do that'd lead to my clothes spontaneously disappearing.

~ If I walked in on him cleaning ANYTHING my pants would combust on the spot. There is something about a man who takes tidiness seriously. And no one takes it more seriously that Levi.

~I would try to get him to wear nothing but an apron to clean stuff up in, but he'd just call me a dumbass and continue his dusting.

~ When he is getting annoyed with me and his voice gets all disciplinary and starts yelling at me a little bit to "Knock my shit off", it's only going to egg me on more.

~ I would love to push his buttons until he was beating my ass over the kitchen table, counter, dishwasher, shower, closet, cat food dish. Idfc.

~ Also when he would drive us somewhere, he'd have his hand on my thigh and subconsciously rub and squeeze it whenever he'd get pissed off at the other idiots on the road.

~ It would be the way that he'd kiss me goodbye in the morning and then he would pull away only to lean in for a deeper kiss as his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

~ The way the heat from his cock would warm me wherever it pressed into me as he was trying to leave for work that day. "I'm working from home today, yes. Yes, thank you. I'll be in tomorrow," he looks at me, "Possibly."

[spxllcxstxr]

The amount of transphobia in the house of the dragon tag is fucking shocking and disgusting. And then you call them out on it and they all just do the “um actually 🤓👆I’m queer so how can I be transphobic?”

I usually don’t make posts like this but since the end of season 2 the influx of transphobic hate towards Emma is at an all time high. You can critique their acting without saying “they need a real actress to play Rhaenyra” or “because Emma in non-binary they’re shoving their wokeness down our throats and you can see that in the script changes they mention”

Like Jesus fucking Christ. Using their preferred pronouns does not make you less of a gross transphobe.

This just got me so angry to the point I had to say something

Transphobia has no place on my blog. I don’t want your horrific comments on my blog. I hope the transgender fans of house of the dragon/grrm/Emma are ok because you deserve to feel safe in this fandom. I’m always here if you want to talk.

That’s all.

[meraki-yao]

You don't have to post it if you don't want to, you can also block me or delete it's ok, I just need to vent because this situation is hitting rock bottom and I can't stand how people don't want to see the problem:

In short: there is a video of the q&a where the female producer gets Casey pronouns wrong when talking about them. It's totally ok to point this out and give respect that Casey deserves BUT who was given the main blame? Taylor obviously, despite him also using the right pronouns during the panel, is guilty of not correcting the woman in front of everyone so he's bad again.

But this time we're not talking about that handful of idiot Nick fans, we're talking about the rwrb fandom that says they love him so much but once again for the umpteenth time they threw him under the bus without thinking twice even though he had no fault. And it will be the third time that the same fandom has exaggerated something against him, subsequently causing serious problems ( like racism and homophobia and doxxing which took place in december where everyone then washed their hands of it pretending nothing happened and they did nothing wrong)

And I'm so tired of reading that we just have to ignore that social because that social is the most active and followed and we know Taylor a few days ago saw stuff and posted and today Casey saw and posted a story. That social causes damage and everything they bring there is seen and affects all of them. So no it's not enough to ignore and put our hands over our eyes and just talk about how beautiful the sky is and I'm so tired and sad and heartbroken because every day even unconsciously they make it more and more evident that there isn't the same affection and respect for both, it's not true, one will always be seen with a critical eye "yes you are beautiful, perfect, so sexy, wow how beautiful these photos BUT you are a bit problematic, BUT you should be better than that, BUT you should learn better, oh disappointed but not surprised" and it is obviously always the poc man who has to be better who has to do better even when he does absolutely nothing wrong.

And this comes from the people who say they follow him and love him. It's no longer possible, that man has been attacked every single day for months, now he must also fall into the transphobic category because he didn't correct another person in front of everyone even though HE had used the right pronouns. But do we realize that this shit fucks up your mental health in the long run? But why doesn't anyone realize how serious the situation is? I cannot take it anymore and I feel like I'm screaming into the void and witnessing the moment when everything will get worse and fall apart and then we will be here sad because it didn't have to go that way for him

…Woah.

Jesus Christ what the fuck.

Okay um, here we go. This is a monster of response to write but here I am.

I’m gonna start by saying I am not a direct witness of any of this. I didn’t know about the misgendering issue during the Q&A, I didn’t really notice it when I watched the Q&A myself yesterday. I’m not on twitter and I don’t follow or look at Taylor or Nick’s tags. All insults I seen regarding the boys are either from assholes trying to bother me or from people who want to talk about the phenomena, both in my inbox.

Regarding misgendering Casey:

Firstly I’m gonna state the obvious and say of course it’s a bad thing to misgender someone. Don’t do that

However I will also say this.

In regards to the extent of reaction: it’s not always done in malice. And in this case, I think it’s a genuine slip up, which happens. I had to consciously remind myself to deliberately use the right pronouns after my friend came out to me as non-binary. I had to correct my friend using the wrong pronouns when talking about our mutual non-binary student. It’s not ideal, but it happens. It’s not mean, it’s just careless. And please note that I’m not saying it’s ok to misgender someone, no it’s absolutely not but I also don’t think this case calls for a big reaction.  If someone maliciously, deliberately, publicly and repeatedly misgenders someone, that’s problematic, that should be called out by the masses to this extent. This, we should acknowledge, make a note, and move on. I think there’s some cases where the reaction to certain issues are massively disproportional, this is one of them.

In regards to Taylor not correcting Sarah and being targeted for it: Firstly, Taylor didn’t misgender them, Sarah did. Taylor used the right pronouns. In fact when they hung out in New York last August, Taylor used the right pronouns on his Instagram story. Secondly, he might not have picked that up. Thirdly, even if he did, it’s awkward to suddenly cut off a monologue, let alone one from friend or not, is someone on a higher level than you, to correct a mistake that doesn’t directly affect comprehensive. Fourthly, bystanders are encouraged to step into situations, but they’re certainly not obligated to. So placing the blame or putting so much blame on Taylor is ridiculous and unfair.

In regards to Casey’s Instagram story: I understand where the connection comes from but honestly… I think there’s also a possibility that that’s just a post that Casey saw and wanted to share without reference to this issue. They don’t have Twitter, and it’s been several days since the screening. Truthfully, everyone involved seems really friendly with each other, and how this very project is advocating for LGBT rights, I don’t really believe that if they were aware of the misgendering, they wouldn’t apologize to Casey.

So replying to the “You don’t have to post it…” anon, I agree that putting any blame on Taylor is kind of ridiculous in this case, just like what happened in December. I think there’s a portion of “fans” that are fucking around with this and genuinely hurting him, but there might also be a portion of people who have a problematic/complicated perception of this type of situation, and it’s not targeted specifically towards Taylor. Either way I disapprove with what they’re doing, but here’s a hypothesis.

Regarding the damage these stuff causes:

I’ve addressed the insults thrown at Taylor multiple times by now. And I kind of agree with “I hate that there are idiots…” anon that really disgusting insults thrown at Nick tend to be overlooked, it’s not like there’s no Nick haters, there is. But because of the inherent racism, attacks on Taylor are much more obvious. Either way it’s cruel and disgusting and the boys don’t deserve to be thrown insults like that, nor do they deserve to have people enact cruelty in their name. Rarely is anyone deserving of that, and in the case of these two boys who have been proven to kind and wonderful people, it’s definitely wrong.

I’m tired of reading and seeing these bullshit on social media as well, which is why I actively avoid it, but “You don’t have to post it” anon, I definitely understand and share your worries of this fucking up the boys mental health.

But the sad truth is that we can’t decide what he can see and what he can’t. We’re just gonna need to trust him, to believe that he knows how to regulate the exposure of response he gets, that he knows what comments matter and what don’t, that he knows how to take care of his mental health. He actively avoids twitter, so I think he has an idea on what he can engage with an what he shouldn’t. Same goes with Nick, all we can do is believe he knows his mental health and how to regulate it. Meanwhile, those of us who aren’t assholes, we’ll show them all the love we have for him. I think public figures all struggle with this to some extent, so when they stepped into this career, I believe they saw this as a possibility, so they’re prepared to some degree. That doesn’t make any of this okay, but again, ultimately, we’re not people directly in their lives. We can’t do anything else practical.

Ultimately I want to say, be kind, compassionate and considerate. We can’t control what others do, and truth be told when it comes to the majority of the haters, I don’t think calling them out will change anything. They have their mind set. So the best we can do, is manage and control what we say and do, and to some degree, what we see and engage with.

[corwly]

sooooooo i guess i'll say it

to the people who are bitching about ship polls, no one gives a shit. stop being so disrespectful and dramatic about people enjoying things. no one has the right to send death threats based on a fucking poll on a hellsite.

i will admit i'm a younger user. i'm 20 years old and i am gender queer whatever doesn't matter but i am afab and lived most of my life as fem presenting/using she/her pronouns. seeing people say that "oh you hate women cause you voted for the ship with male presenting characters" jesus fucking christ. get a hold of yourselves i am guessing you're older than me but i have never met or interacted with someone who is fandom oriented that is around my age that gives so much of a shit.

if you are not emotionally mature enough to admit that other people enjoy different things from you maybe don't look at the polls??? have you thought of that???

this post is in direct response to this poll

the notes/tags in this are full of homophobia and calling those who voted aziraphale/crowley women haters and all that jazz.

and guess what i couldn't find! good omens fans hating on dr who!!

but what was extremely prevalent?

i'll show you!

like yeah nothing is fucking perfect why do you think amazon prime picked up this show over another company. it makes people happy! the world is changing and you all need to get over it.

and before anyone says shit about me not having seen dr who or being biased, i watched dr who. i didn't like it much and that should be just fine. i get why people don't like good omens and that is also just fine. i honestly didn't like rose as a character much either but that doesn't mean i hate women. i don't usually like women characters written by men for a male audience which, btw, is what dr who does.

it is absolutely possible to exist on the same website without saying you're going to kill the author and writer of whatever fucking media because a different ship won some stupid poll.

i didn't even vote in this! i've never voted on one cause i know how absolutely fucking upset id be about it. i actively try to avoid them but when this came up i was immediately upset and had to start blocking people cause jesus fucking christ let other people be happy and let another fandom enjoy something.

i am not a "new tumblr user" because i like good omens. i have been on and off this shit site for like 8 or 9 years now due to this absolute buffoonery.

just sit the fuck down and stop being stuck in your teenage years when things were more simple. it is 2023 and most people have grown past superwholock cause it's actually not 2013 surprisingly. enjoy things without it being a war of what's better and maybe idk give a new show a chance without thinking it's going to revoke something from you. we are literally all just people trying to enjoy shit and you are making it literally so fucking nasty to even try too.

thanks

[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part ix

✧.* while the fans question your friendship with Carlos, you and lando have never been better

✧.* they are my babies your honor 🥺 google translated spanish. this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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username oh..you're coming home with me 😻

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y/nluv how many cats did you see so far?

y/nusername at least one!

y/nluv that's so many!

Hannahh this is indeed heaven 😭

norry4 get dash, leo and lola a new sibling!!!

carlossainz55 saca los gatos de tu maleta (get the cats out of your suitcase)

y/nusername no puedes detenerme 😉 (you can't stop me)

carlossainz55 oh, puedo 😉 (oh, i can)

sharl16 just some shameless flirting in Spanish 💀

landorfour lando reading this 😐😐

yourfriend1 te convertirás en la loca de los gatos (you will become the crazy cat lady)

yourfriend2 ¿Cuantos te vas a llevar a casa? (how many are you going to take home with you?)

norrizz comments being hijacked by the spaniards 😭

cecilemoulin you're going to need a bigger house if you're going to adopt a bunch of cats.

landonorris we don't need another cat..

landoscar WE?! y'all live together already?

bott_ass c'mon dad, what's one more kid?

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y/nusername wedding season' 💍

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hamilt44n 100% sure the garland in the last picture was y/n her idea 😂

yourfriend1 same dick forever season

lan4lan so is Carlos going to be your date to this wedding?

julieeeexo I've been a wedding where I got put with a date I'd never met before, nothing special going on if Carlos does end up as her date..

lan4lan Carlos and y/n actually dated though, it's weird

julieeeexo and they've been exes for a while without any of us knowing I think they're good.

carlossainz55 don't cause any trouble

yourfriend2 sabes que ella es la mayor alborotadora 🤪 (you know she's the biggest troublemaker)

y/nusername Por supuesto que sí, ha vivido con ello durante años 😉 (of course he does, he has lived with it for years)

yourfriend2 ¡Eras mucho peor entonces, pero todos lo sabemos y lo amamos! (you were much worse back then but we all know and love it!)

carlandooo yall worried about this wedding and Carlos and y/n being each other's date meanwhile I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to survive the day I'm going to hear y/n speak spanish 🥵

landonorris it's hot for sure

carlandooo STOP ITT 😭

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landonorris let's gooo

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norry4 jesus...

mrsnorris my day's been blessed for sure 🥵

y/nusername y'all seeing this? 👀

norrizz we definitely see this bestie 😭

maxmaxmax afraid you have to share your man with all of us :((

sharl16 I'm not a lando girl I'm not a lando girl I'm not a lando girl I'm not a lando girl I'm not–

landofooooour 😍😍😍

y/nusername now the question is: where was my invite, where was my front row seat to all of this?

y/nlandoo girlie, you and I both know you wouldn't let that guy continue working out if you were there

y/nusername you right..

lan4lan everyone: still asleep and hungover after last night's party. Lando:

y/nusername jesus christ

landonorris stop it, you're making me blush

norrizz 😭 😭

norrislando lmfao y/n acting like she doesn't see this man half naked everyday 😭

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Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10

Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803 @ravisinghs-wife

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Copper Howard x reader

fallout has changed my brain chemistry and as a die hard fan from years ago the release of the show has altered somthing within me somthing just snapped when i seen cooper and i don't think i have properly written about the monster fucker inside of me sooo now is the chance for me to save a horse and ride a cowboy :) apologies if my writing sucks

me and my friends just chilling

me; ....so anyway ya know cooper the ghoul in fallout, he has no nose so i cant ride his face

innocent friend; (didnt understand) aw, he cant wear sunglasses

bestie; (fucking done with life) oh my fucking god, the innocence one "he cant where sunglasses" and then there's you going (tch) "dang, i cant ride his face"

tags;

liking the smell of blood (idkf)

mentioned death of course

ghouls how scary (sexy)

fallout as a whole is a warning

sexual tension

ride a cowboy... (so obviously this is 18+)

my innocent friend wanted to read this so there will be a line warning of the NSFW usually i would get right into it but for the sake of their innocence there's a line

you travel with the ghoul of the wild wild wasteland but stay mostly out of the bullshit and gun fights, opting to just be a side piece. after my cryo-pod busted open in my vault, i noticed mine was the only one that worked, and the rest of my colony was long dead. 'damn economy class shit' some must of been awake, but were now skeletons dancing from beyond the glass. once i exited the vault and i was told that a hundred years had pass. i met some weird doctor he gave me some "magical" ailment to heal my beyond mangled arm, the aftermath of a deathclaw attack. the limb in question was barely hanging on by a muscle, when this eccentric man dragged me back to his house? im guessing it was. the strange individual gave me this weird yellow and brown mixture, after talking about some random shit i was going to die of blood loss listing to him, or whatever he put in here. so i might as well take it swallowing it down without a second thought, it was stupid but what choice did i have. i began coughing and throwing up what little food i ate, it tasted disgusting a mix of dirt and bleach my arm healed fully within minuets. but now i found im half ghoul still smooth skin for the most part but my left arm to my collar bone and hand, cheeks, eyes sunken and nose was starting to flake off and wither I had the healing properties but not quite as strong as-

BANG- i jumped out of my skin when rogers brains decorated the bland yellow wall with crimson. 'jesus christ okay then' cooper began to cut open the poor ghoul, ripping out and placing the teeth to the side, which i picked up examining them. 'bone... is always so interesting' i for the most part stayed away from the cannibalism on the surface, but got to admit seeing cooper eat that guy stirred something in me. poor lucy though, she didn't have to see that or to join in.... welp cant change the past now. cooper cut strips of flesh off and lucy cut some chunks of meat, and handed it to me. i placed them into a container that sat in the bottom of my bag. as we started to walk out of the building i hung back carrying some of Roger on my backpack to soak in the sun like the ghoul Infront of me, i stayed behind copper to the left of lucy, keeping guard and making sure there was no attacks or following raiders and scrapers. i looked away for one second hearing somthing fall behind me, it was nothing and i turned back, and seen lucy drink from some fucked up green water. 'uh gross' i slowly tread towards them taking my sweet time drinking some water from my own flask, ready to refill with a rare water filter as i couldn't digest the radiation just yet. vault girl was desperate for water i dont blame her still felt bad for her, but it wasn't my place to intervein she did break the last vials we had on a fucking axolotl mutant as i walked over i only heard the last bit of the low and quite conversation.

"....are you?"

"oh, im you sweetie. just give it a little time"

cooper began to have a coughing fit, and lucy ran off i chased up to the cowboy but he was already up and gone, and as i got there he already had lucy in his lasso 'he's damn good with that rope...god can i shut the fuck up' she was on the floor, and he was over her lucy, then bit off his finger. The awkward amount of blood was a strange colour, and lucy spat out the finger.

"there you are you little killer"

and with that cooper was quick to pick her up one handed doing an eye-for-an-eye cutting off her pointer finger on her left hand just witnessing it made my stomach twist in distaste but also a blush 'yikes- but treat me like that god damn' i walked over and carefully picked up the bitten off finger and placed it into my pocket humming. 'need to get another sewing kit for that' we quickly kept up the walking pace after the situation was over. i was now in front of lucy, dragging her along rather gently, by the rope cooper had attached to her i lead her through the broken chicken wire fencing, but as we got closer to the place i quickly realised what this was going to be. 'man this blows only time i seen another female and a fellow vaultie out here, and were selling her to codsworth. what a great way to make friends'

well its actually where me and cooper met i needed a vial desperately i was twitching, growling and having to manually breath i had a whole stash of caps for the robot and dumbasses co. then he appeared there some dead body in a big duffle bag, some scrapper tried attacking the sharp shooter. cooper seen me and smiled that signature smirk. tossing his last half a vial over to my feet "keeping ya' in check, until robo can sweetheart."

we stopped at the buzzer, and i let lucy out of the rope cutting it neatly with a rusty bread knife. cooper then took his satchel things off and pressed the button for the robotic voice answered. i turned to give a small smile to lucy mouthing a sorry.

"transaction"

"yes?"

"two months of vials exchange one female mint condition..... near mint condition"

"condition grading requires physical evaluation please send her in"

i stood next to the ghoul and nudged him and leaned to whisper quietly.

"seriously coop? its a bit harsh, dont ya think?"

he blatantly ignored me and harshly spoke to lucy instead, gesturing for lucy to go inside with his gun.

"go on"

i scoffed as she was walking into the super duper mart, taking one look back before going for good. i sigh deeply as i sat down on the desert floor wondering if that was really necessary, cooper stood still head tilting down but he looked like he was wobbling a little before collapsing in front of me.

"jesus christ coop!"

i got up and dragged him into some shade at the trading shop wall out of the blaring sun. it seemed like he was half paralyzed, only moving his eyes and breathing making a slight wheezing sound.

"codsworth better make this shit quick, but i do feel bad for her though"

after realising he wasn't gonna be able to speak or move until the yellow stuff came out from that British talking can of bolts, i decided to just fill the silence with my dumb talk.

"sooooo..... what now the head is gone, and we can't get it out of that axolotl and that was a lot of caps too...that sucks.. so did we really have to do that? You know i can afford at least a months worth with my caps..... okay, i know why, but still..... little of topic, but you looked really hot with that lasso... im going to shut up now"

looking away and blushing, i settled on whistling some old song i listened to ages ago. I might have been on a radio. i can't remember 'lay that pistol down, babe. lay that pistol down pistol packing mama lay that pistol down' its catchy.

some ghouls came out of the front of the super duper mart, they looked anywhere between newly turned and almost feral i just nodded at one and they continued 'well shit that totally isnt going to bite us in the ass later' hearing a loud gunshots made me jump out of my skin, and thankfully it stayed inside the building. 2 shots rang out and then silence before another loud shot. 'fuck well those idiots are dead and so is lucy dang she was nice' i sucked in through my teeth and waited for codsworth to get the supplies out, waiting and waiting and soon after lucy came out 'huh wow she's not dead and looking better in that' with her jumpsuit half off, wearing some armour and got a gun holster, she stood over us and dropped down facing cooper before speaking.

"if you dont get theses you turn into one of those? that how it works?"

she stood there looking at us both. i made no attempt to move, just shrugging lucy, then leaned to me, placing some vials in my palm before turning back to Cowboy Man.

"i may end up looking like you, but ill never be like you"

"you were nice but fuck your friend"

"rightfully so, actually im trying thanks"

she turned back with a "you fucking serious glance" i just returned a smile and a wave off she shook her head with a sigh and walking off.

"golden rule mother fucker..."

as she left as i prepped the vial into the asthma pump looking thing and putting it to coopers face in which he quickly breathed it in chocking a little and he slowly sat himself up and hastily taking another one out of my hand before standing up and having another leaning back taking it in fully and speed walking into the building i walked behind him slowly and halting as i looked at the bloody mess made in here 'jesus a massacre happened they killed each other' cooper rummaged through stuff at a table before making a loud slamming noise and glass falling to the floor

"haha! darling look at all of these!"

"Holy hell, that's gonna last us for ages a year maybe... your condition is getting worse..... It's a shame that we need a new supplier now. i kinda liked those guys"

walking over to the table there was dozens of vials enough to suffice for a year if rationed, and i started to pick up the carelessly thrown ones from the ground looking them over before deciding they weren't broken and placing them into my backpack in every pocket i could fill them in. while cooper stuffed his cowboy hat full of handfuls from the case and about while i inspected the bodies i was right about dumbass and co being dead but this one ghoul looked like an ammeter shot her it must of been lucy, non the less i was moving all the bodies to one place and out of the way this would be a great place to rest for the time being and that sofa looked really comfortable wouldn't want the bodies making the place smell horrid although the blood was a nice change the metallic smell almost comforting to me.

"hey coop? maybe we should stay here for the night it'll be far to tiering to get to a town from here and the sun is already setting"

"hm?.. oh yeah sure thing (...)"

hey seemed distracted by a tape but he was quick to throw it away over his shoulder and turning to face me.

"how about we uh celebrate this little victory eh darling?"

he walked over to a fridge opening it, and then grabbing two glass bottles of nuka cola. the rocket shape was part of the brand and an effective market tool, cooper passed me one i held up the glass and a shot rang out as he clipped the cap off of my glass, and doing the same for his own and he sat next to me on the sofa. the fizzy liquid sizzling in my hand.

"thanks, should we cheers?"

cooper smiled smiling facing me and clinking our glasses together and nodding his head.

"cheers"

we linked arms at the elbow 'almost like a couple nope nope stop that' and took a sip from our respective bottles sighing as i got my arm back from him.

"so what now?"

"we'll figure it out"

i leaned back taking another sip of the nuka cola clinking the bottle with my nails as a distraction 'welp its now or never' taking another large sip before leaning over and giving the ghoul a quick peck on the cheeck, and quickly turning away and drinking my embaresment down.

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"the hell was that?"

"nothing dont worry about it"

"no no darling why did you stop?"

"I ..huh?"

I looked at him now kinda shocked, and dumbfounded, my face heating up more than the radiation

"I'll ask again. Why did ya stop with just that?"

"I m mean it took a lot out of me to just fo that"

"Come on, you think I wouldn't notice how you looked at me, and the hell was that confession earlier you like my lasso skills aye sweetheart? I could show in in more depth"

His hot fingers run along my clothed thigh, slowly tracing patterns up them, edging near but then going back down before he stopped completely I was caught up in his actions

"Hey darl, ya still with me? I need an answer"

"I uhm that would be uh nice"

Cooper places his half drunken nuka cola on the table with a small clink noise, and soon he was on top of me smirking like he dose his knees now between mine as we lay on the sofa moving to the side to lay down, and cooper hanged over me leaning down to kiss my decaying lips, the same rough texture that slotted into his perfectly. as the kiss deepened the more hungry the both of us got, now teeth clashing in the heated kiss trying to fight for dominance, I felt a hot hand run up my side before coming under my shirt the radiation heat was intoxicating, literally. his touch travelled up until it reached my bra. In the wasteland its not smart to take anything off, so he carefully got around the fabric, brining my bra down a letting the soft skin come out. the same hand now playing with them slowly making circle's around my nipples and pinching them. his body pushing closer to finding friction and my hips followed, down into his. the heated kiss broke and we both pant desperately, getting oxygen into our body's. the downsides to being a ghoul was of course the radiation, but also the loss of touch, the skin was so much different leathery and stuck in the position it decided to wrinkle to. I couldn't feel my hand or arm that well, so who knows how deprived cooper was he acted feral if it wasn't for the fact he had like 5 vials I would assume he was.

"How about we switch us darling. let you ride the cowboy you so desperately want"

He got off of me and stood up, taking his coat off. I sat up quickly and he laid down on the scratched up sofa, motioning for me to get on top I could see now just how hard he was straining against the fabric of his trousers, my mouth went dry and I was quick to get on top of him, before he stopped me with a calm tine and that stupid sexy smirk.

"Ah no take those of first"

He nodded his head to the bottom half of me, so I did just that a little to fast, my pussy was begging for this, and I couldn't stop to think as I took of my trousers, leaving my underwear on for some dignity. and then I got onto my legs on either side of his waist I felt him thrust his hip slightly up and it caught me off balance a squeak coming from my lips as i gripped the side to keep me upright, he chuckled knowing full well he did that, and he continued rocking my body forward I agve up trying to stay up and caught his lips again this time slower, more coordinated melting into each other. his hands coming back up to play with my chest moaning into the kiss, the slow movements almost driving me insane I broke from the kiss and rocked my hips across his clothed erection

GET CUCKED BECUSE I LOST MOTIVATION

Honestly though I was trying for weeks to write this properly and well I hate the second bit I had no direction to go in and welp also I want to start writing for black butler since the season came out and well I live fallout but yeah again lost all inspiration for it sorry but I hope it was some what good sorry if my writing sucks :)

[deadinside8675]

Why do you let people's perspective on things get to you? You aggressively hate Isabelle because of some YouTuber making some joke. Isabelle didn't actually do that. She literally just helps you manage your village. I find that weird. None of this stuff is real or cannon. Yeah I get it, seeing rule 34 of your favorite characters are distasteful and gross but going on the Internet and telling people what to do isn't going to solve anything. The best thing to do is to just simply ignore it. Just be the change you want to be in the world and make the art you want to see. Ankha isn't the only character who has rule 34. How do you think I feel as a huge Vaporeon fan? Heck, I know that everyone's favorite character has rule 34. That's just the way things are, unfortunately. I don't like it either. A lot of people actually don't like Ankha Zone, so you aren't the only one. But I agree with the previous anon. Just block and filter tags. It's the best you can do.

for starters I’m not complaining that everyone is making porn of her I’m only complaining about the porn meme and how they’re uploading it at places that they shouldn’t second of all I’m not bossing everyone around I’m literally begging on my knees like a puppy for people just to get rid of one last thing if I seriously have to Block every fucking person I hate on the Internet because they constantly take a shit on something I like I might as well go watch YouTube kids I can’t force myself into a safe space at this point the most I’m asking for isn’t even something big anymore like purging it from the Internet altogether the only thing I want you blind bastards to do is just push it off of YouTube just by making it so much normal non-sexual contact of ankha on YouTube to the point where something on there other than that stupid song and dance literally will become popular enough to get it to finally fuck off so this way I can get the closure I need and actually have a life seriously you know this but just like everybody else you choose to do nothing about it and like I said before I’m not begging you people to bring Jesus Christ down from heaven just a shake my hand you can literally solve my problem just by using a View bot to watch a video 1000 times over I just want to be allowed to like something again without somebody ruining it just for their own amusement until then I have a lot of bullshit 3-D modeling to do and a story to tell before he eventually gave up and probably just bash my fucking brains in

[thecreelhouse]

part time soulmate, full time problem

Paring: Gator Tillman x Alt Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns) || MDNI!

Summary: Still snowed in, you and Gator try to make the best of this unplanned Christmas together.

Word count: 7.1k+

CW/Tags: rough sex, discussing/exploring kinks, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), cockwarming, brat/brat tamer dynamic, dom/sub dynamic, some femdom (if you squint), sub-drop, christmas fluff, hurt/comfort, aftercare

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A/N: apologies for taking up the tags!! I wanted to have this chapter out for christmas, but clearly I’m a little late lol. Still hope y’all enjoy it though!! And hope y’all had a lovely holiday weekend however you spent it <3

Day 5

When you wake up, it’s completely dark, and the bed feels… odd. You panic a little, sitting up fast as you try forcing your eyes to get used to the darkness around you. Your hands pat the bed around you, trying to find your phone to check the time, when you accidentally hit something.

“Ow… do ya’ mind?”

Or someone.

The previous night begins replaying in your head, catching you up to speed— you recall the sexual tension not only breaking but finally pushing the both of you to and over the edge. It’s not like there was a friendship to really ruin, but whatever the two of you had before wasn’t something you could return to.

“Y’good?” Gator’s voice breaks your thoughts; he sounds half asleep with a gravelly voice as he leans up, reaching over to you. His hand falls on your thigh, and the movement startles you, unable to see in the dark still.

You have so many questions bouncing around your head, unsure which one to pick to start. Without much thought, your hand gravitates to his on your leg, lazily grabbing it.

“We’re …. in your room?”

“Mhm,” His other arm finds you, clumsily trying to wrap his arms around your waist. It’s a goofy position, with you sitting up in bed, and Gator still laying down, hanging onto you like a koala.

“When did we go to sleep?”

Gator chuckles, muffled by the pillow his face is still buried in.

“Did I really fuck ya’ that hard that you don’t remember?”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” You finally find your phone, reading the time as 4:23 a.m. “Why the fuck am I awake?” A chill passes over your skin, prickling goosebumps along every inch of your body. You tense up. “Gator… did the power go out again? Is that why it’s so dark?”

“I mean… it’s four in the morning. That might have somethin’ to do with it.” He teases, and you roll your eyes, but it’s not like he can see. He’s gently pulling at you, trying to get you to lay back down. “Think it did go out, though. C’mere, I can feel ya’ shakin’.”

You slide back under the covers, and as you wrap yourself around Gator, you realize you’re both naked. “Jesus, no wonder why I’m fucking cold. I need sweats or somethin’—“

Gator’s grip tightens a little. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s definitely something you’ll have to get used to.

“Stay. I’ll warm ya’ up.”

“Okay, yeah, you’re warm, but I need, like… ten more blankets.”

“You’ll be okay, promise.” His voice is still low, filled with sleep, but there’s a playfulness woven within his words.

“What if I froze to death like… right now.” You joke, and he breathes a laugh, shifting around next to you.

“You won’t.” He slides under the covers, but you pay no mind to that.

“I could.”

“Christ, you never shut up, do you?”

You hadn’t even realized how much Gator had moved until he lightly bit the inside of your thigh. You jump and yelp, not expecting the sensation.

“You’re gonna knee me in the face—“ Gator grumbles, maneuvering under the covers to position himself between your legs; his hands hold your legs down roughly. “Stay.”

“M’not a dog, Gator.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” His breath is warm as it fans out across your core. You shiver, trying your best to stay still. “Dogs are more well behaved than you.”

“Okay, rude!” You’re about to go off on a tangent when his mouth meets your skin, giving your core an open mouthed kiss. “Oh m’god—“

Gator tilts his face upward, tongue trailing his motion while his nose brushes against your sensitive nub. You jump again, still sensitive from hours ago.

“Would it be better if I cuffed you again?” He’s talking against your folds, and the vibrations of his words make you whimper. “Yeah? Sounded like a yes.”

“N- no— I mean I- I like it, but I-“ Gator’s arms hook under your legs, pulling you as close to his face as possible before he continues. “But I— not now. I’ll stay st- still.”

He’s taking his time, tongue soft and movements slow, every so often sucking on your swollen clit. A high pitched whine leaves your lips while a hand dives under the covers, reaching to tug his hair. Gator groans into you at the action.

“Good girl.”

Those two words used as a praise from your ex-best friend-turned-enemy-turned-fuck-buddy make your mind melt.

Is that what we are now?

That’s not as mind melting as his thick, long fingers enter you, two without warning. With how turned on you are, though, they slide in with ease. His tongue keeps a steady, agonizingly slow pace on your clit, pausing to tease, “How’s a bitter brat like you taste so sweet, huh?”

Your breaths are shallow and whiny as heat blooms within your body, spreading wide. Throwing the blankets aside, you can just barely make out the outline of Gator between your legs; your head falls back at the limited sight, thoughts filling in the blanks for you.

“Gator…”

Fingers weaving their way through his hair, you tug him closer, hips rolling subconsciously as you begin riding against his face. His fingers are still fucking you, hitting your sweet spot, knocking the wind out of your chest.

It honestly stuns you how good Gator is at this. Your legs are shaking and tensing up around his head, but that only motivates him to continue, every now and then laughing into your skin at how easily turned on you are. You always thought he came off as one of those assholes who brags about having sex to make up for the fact that they really never do.

Clearly he’s practiced on someone… whoever that poor soul may be for dealing with his insufferable ass.

Every so often there’s an obscene smack of his lips as he releases suction off your clit; you can hear how soaked you are, but it’s not like Gator isn’t helping with the mess.

“Y’gonna cum?” He rasps out from under the blankets, feeling your walls tighten around his digits. His tongue flicks softly at your clit between his thoughts. “Feels like it, darlin’.”

Your walls constrict even further. “You really like when I call you that, huh?”

“Mhm…” You’re having a hard time finding actual words while he continues pleasuring you. “Think I’m c- close.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re gonna hate me in about two seconds.”

You’re still in a blissful, spaced out state, barely hearing him. “Wait, huh?”

Gator stops abruptly, fingers pulling out quickly as his face leaves your core. You feel empty and cold as he comes back out of the covers, and although it’s dark, you can see him grinning at you with glistening lips.

“Wh- wait- why’d you stop?” You’re not coming down from your high, you’re falling backwards rapidly with disappointment shoving you full force. Chest heaving as your breath settles from a ruined orgasm, you snap, “Gator, that’s not— I wasn’t finished!”

“Turn around.” Gator orders as he settles back beside you.

Your mouth hangs open, offended. “No! You ruined it, asshole.”

Gator forcibly flips you to your other side, facing away from him. In one slow but smooth motion, he pushes his cock into you with ease from how wet you got. Gator moans into your ear, sending shivers up your spine while you’re both breathless and speechless.

“Think we’ll be able to warm up this way, y’think?” Gator pulls you closer, back against his chest, slowly moving your lower half closer to go deeper. He finally fills you completely, with your ass held against his lap. “Why’d you think I was playin’ with you?”

You’re stunned. “You’re a fuckin’ jerk-off. You coulda let me finish at least.”

“You can leave if ya’ want.” Gator lets go of you, leaving you with the option to pull him out of you.

Shallow breaths from you fill the pause; you don’t move.

“You keep still until I wake up, and maybe I’ll reward ya’.” His arms wind around you again, holding you close.

“And if I decide to fuck you?”

“Fuck around and find out, brat.”

“No one seriously says that, certainly not with their dick inside someone else.” You laugh at his audacity and how corny he sounds. “What if I leave?”

Gator’s hands splayed across your tummy as he explores your body teasingly. One hand reaches up to the swell of one breast, flicking your piercing lightly. “Said ya’ could. Doubt you wanna, though.”

You’re making your best efforts to bite back a moan, “You don’t know what I want, asshole.”

“No? ‘Cause I think I’ve been pretty good at guessin’ so far.”

He wants to tame a brat? I’ll show him a real brat.

“If you guess three kinks, all consecutively correct, I’ll stay. You can do whatever.” You challenge, not waiting for him to agree or not. You’re calling the shots now. “One wrong guess, I leave, and you can keep yourself warm and cope. Got it?”

Gator doesn’t care for that attitude, but he’s never been one to turn down a challenge. “You’d be sorry if you left. What’s gonna keep you warm? That dildo half the size of me? Good luck with that, freak.”

“And what? You’d just have that fuckin’ sock and your questionable porn searches.”

Gator snaps his hips into you, already buried to the hilt, but somehow he reaches even deeper inside you. It knocks the wind out of you a bit.

“How come you can fuck me but I can’t fuck you?!”

This is getting ridiculous.

He pulls back, nearly pulling out, teasing the head at your entrance. You groan in annoyance and need.

“Let’s see…” Gator thrusts back into you, filling you up once more. You can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips. “You and I are more alike than you wanna admit—“

“We are not.”

“No? So you’re not into orgasm denial? Or edging? ‘Cause you’re somehow wetter than last night.” You can’t help your walls hugging him tightly; Gator laughs lowly into your ear. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Okay,” you rasp out, “so that’s one you got right. Big deal.”

Gator wraps one of his arms around your throat, flexing his muscles as he tightens his hold. Your eyes roll back as you feel the slight pressure create that lightheaded feeling you craved since last night.

“Well, yesterday I guessed you’re into degradation, and that was right…” Gator’s slowly fucking you, earning more gasps from you. “That always seems to go hand in hand with humiliation… M’confident you’re into that, too.”

“What? No- no way—“ Gator rolls over onto his back, still inside you, before continuing to slowly fuck up into you as you lay on top of him. “Ah- fuck!”

“You can try to lie all you want darlin’, but your cunt’s got no problem tellin’ me the truth.” He shifts, sitting up against the bed frame and pillows, pulling you onto his lap as he continues fucking you. You fall back onto him, head lolling over his shoulder, hoping it’s too dark for him to see you cry over how good this feels.

“Gator, please…”

One arm wrapped around your waist, the other reaching over to lift your head again. It’s kind of awkward, but he makes it work. You only know your faces are nearly touching when you hear his panting directly in front of you. His hand weaves his fingers through your hair, tugging from the back of your head to keep you in place.

“So that’s two…” He grunts as he bucks his hips roughly into you, causing you to cry out loudly, breaking the silence in the house. “… fuckin’… did y’know your pussy’s made for me? ‘Cause it sure fuckin’ feels like it.”

“Gator c’mon, this isn’t… this isn’t fair…” You’re whining against his lips, wanting, needing him closer, as if this wasn’t close enough already.

“That’s not what y’were callin’ me last night.” He pushes into you completely, filling you up and driving you insane.

You’re ready to cave into his self-entitled attitude and give him the third answer if it means you’ll finally get off.

“Daddy, please… I just wanna cum,” You cry, throwing any dignity or care to win this out the window and into the freezing cold. “I’ll tell you, I- I can tell you.”

Gator roughly pushes you forward; you fall into the bed face first as he grips your hips, pulling them up to meet him as he kneels behind you. He wastes no time slamming into you from behind, skin on skin slapping, echoing out into the dark room.

He grabs your arms and pins them behind your back, fucking you with a steady pace, while another hand wanders to your ass, finger toying ever so softly with your tight hole.

“Y’gonna tell me? Maybe it’s this, yeah?” His teeth are gritted as he continues his taunting. “Bet y’love getting fucked here, too.”

Your face turns to the side, even though you can’t see him, and you cry out; between his words, his thrusts, and his touch, you’re so close to the edge again.

“Bet it’d feel like heaven fuckin’ ya’ with a pretty lil’ plug in here… make you feel— fuckin’ fuck—“ his hips stutter, “you’d feel so full… you’d love that, huh?”

You’re not even denying anything anymore, you’re done hiding it all from him. What’s the point of keeping your turn-ons and kinks a secret when he’s already causing you to come undone.

“Love… love feeling full, daddy… want you to fill me up everywhere…” You’re in a trance at this point, and he chuckles at your obvious dazed state of mind.

“I know baby, m’gonna give you what you want… one sin at a time.” His thrusts are making you cry, full on sob from how good he feels this deep inside you. His balls slap against your clit, only adding to the rising pleasure deep in your core. “C’mon, gimme one more thing, and I’ll let ya’ cum.”

Your face turns into the bedsheets, muffling your loud sob of pleasure.

“Jesus… m’close… you— tell me, tell me what y’want…”

Gator sounds like he’s beginning to fall apart. You can’t find words to string together into a coherent thought for him, racking through all the things that turn you on and get you off that you can admit to him.

“Sl- sleepy—“ You manage to moan out, sticking your ass out further towards him. Gator takes it as a sign to ram into you with all he’s got. “The- the sleep thing- the- ohmyfuckinggod—“

There’s not much warning between either of you; simultaneously you both reach your high, filling the room with all sorts of pornographic noises as Gator fills you with his arousal. You feel his cock twitch in you as you continue squeezing him with your walls, milking him for all he’s got. He falls forward onto you, letting go of your hands in the process. Your cunt twitches and throbs around him as you ride it all out.

Your legs shake, and you collapse onto the bed fully, bringing Gator down with you. He’s breathless, still inside you, kissing the side of your face and neck sloppily as he whispers a handful of praises to you.

The two of you lay exhausted like this for a while, losing track of time as your heart rates settle together. Eventually, Gator rolls off of you, groaning as he slips out. You can’t bring yourself to move, but you hear him trying to maneuver around the pitch black room, bumping into some things here and there, followed by curses under his breath.

A curtain slides open a little as Gator pulls on it, letting the orange glow of the sunrise spill in. You’re squinting before you bury your face in the bed again. You can’t bring yourself to even try to move; every inch of your body feels weighed down, drained and buzzing with an afterglow.

The bed dips before you hear, “Darlin’, pick your head up f’me,” and Gator’s gently lifting your face off the sheets. He carefully turns you on your side, but you groan, not wanting to be moved at all.

The light isn’t harsh, in fact, Gator made sure to open the curtain just a tiny bit, enough to make the surroundings visible enough. He’s wiping away your tears clumsily with his fingers. “You alright?” You nod, but your bottom lip pouts and trembles a bit before tears well up in your eyes again. “What’s goin’ on?”

Gator slides next to you, laying down and taking you into his warm embrace. You curl in towards him, tears still falling.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head quickly, “No, daddy, m’just so… so…”

Quickly, Gator recognizes the state you’re in, just like last night. Softly, he asks, “Do you deal with sub-drops frequently?”

“Felt so good,” You murmur, eyes growing heavy. “… Sorry for crying.” Gator runs a hand through your hair, pushing it from your face. He’s watching you protectively, pulling the blankets over you.

“M’glad it did, darlin’, and you’ve got nothin’ t’be sorry for.” Gator sounds tired himself, but he refuses to sleep until you do. “We don’t have to talk now if you’re tired. You should go back to sleep. You did so good for me.” He kisses your forehead, and that’s the last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep.

Gator’s quick to follow you in dozing off, too.

——

It’s nearly noon when you start to stir, cozy and warm in bed. In fact, you’re much warmer than earlier. Sure, Gator helped you warm up before going back to sleep, but there’s extra warmth and comfort right now. As you stretch, you realize you’re under several more blankets than earlier, and you’re back in Gator’s sweatshirt you borrowed days ago.

Slowly you began to wake up more, realizing how sore you were, but your mind was replaying Gator’s kindness in aftercare. It’s the second time he’s done that. You didn’t even expect him to know what aftercare was, so it was a complete shock that he cared for you like that.

Honestly… it was a complete shock that Gator cared at all.

After taking your time to get up, you go through your morning routine, grab some warm slipper socks, and the crochet project you recently finished before heading downstairs. As you pass the living room, you toss the project onto the couch before continuing on.

The power’s back on, and you find Gator in the kitchen making food. He’s in a worn sleep shirt and plaid pajama pants, whistling while he’s flipping pancakes.

He’s just full of surprises while you’re snowed in together.

“Alright… who are you, and what did you do with the real Gator?” You’re floored at the sight before you. “Seriously, when did you learn to make anything other than cereal?”

He looks over his shoulder, grinning at you, “What? You hate pancakes now?” His eyes travel down your body, admiring the way you look in his sweatshirt. Then, he laughs, but it’s not mean spirited; “You put those thick ass socks on, but no pants? No wonder why you're always cold.”

You pay no attention to his comment on your lack of pants. “I didn’t say that,” You shuffle over to him, arms weaving around his waist from behind while you rest your head on his back. “You were so mean before yesterday. Now you’re so… different. What happened?”

Gator turns the stove off before turning around, still in your arms while he looks down at you. He looks tired, like, really exhausted.

“Did you sleep?”

“A lil’, but then you kept stealin’ the blankets, and I got tired of being cold, so I figured out the whole power outage thing.” He shrugs as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. As always, he smells like that sickeningly sweet vape, but it’s kind of growing on you. “Then I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I tried shoveling a path from the front door… but the snow’s too thick. Not like we can really go anywhere anyway, plus, it’s Christmas, so everywhere’s closed—“

“Gator, you need to sleep,” You interrupt him. “You coulda’ stolen the blankets back. M’sorry, I didn’t realize I was doing that.”

Again, he shrugs. “Eh, you needed more sleep than me. And then I remembered how we used to make pancakes after sleepovers as kids, and I-“ He stops as his face turns red from being sentimental. “- I dunno. I don’t have a present for ya’, so I hope this makes being stuck inside with me a lil’ better.”

Your heart ached; it spent so long mourning the past, mourning the friendship you had with Gator, steeling yourself for the present and how mean you’d be to each other— you never expected to be… here. Not in Gator’s arms. Not in his house. Not in whatever the ever loving fuck is going on between the two of you.

But you’re here, and suddenly you’re feeling awful for how mean you’ve been to Gator, too.

“I… I-“ You stop yourself, too tired to start questioning what changed so drastically between the two of you. And honestly, you knew the whats and whys, but it didn’t answer everything.

As if he could understand your unspoken thoughts, Gator spoke up, “We… don’t gotta talk about it. Not right now, at least. Or ever, if you don’t wanna. Just didn’t want your Christmas to be a total bust.”

You could cry. This was the Gator you knew from years ago. Not some try-hard asshole cop with no care for anyone other than himself. Your arms squeezed around him tighter.

“Jesus, you’re gonna break my ribs, darlin’.” He says jokingly.

“Sorry,” You sheepishly smile as you pull back, arms swinging to your sides. “I, um… I wanna talk about it, but maybe after pancakes? Not tryin’ to cry into them.”

Gator doesn’t respond, just nods and kisses the top of your head before going back to making food.

——

“I think the last time I watched this was with you,” Gator mumbles while messing with the TV remote. The two of you found It’s A Wonderful Life on one of the countless streaming platforms.

“So, not since high school?” You’re pulling a blanket up over the both of you before snuggling into his side on the couch.

“Yeah, guess so.” He looks over to you, but his eye catches on something on the other end of the couch. “Is that the thing you’ve been workin’ on?”

Your face heats up as you grab the crocheted item quickly, balling it up in your hands. “Uh- yeah. I just didn’t have anything to wrap it with, but this is- well- it’s silly, but it’s for you—“ Your voice grows small, worried this was a stupid gift idea. Gator’s brow quirks as he looks at you, then back at the handmade gift in your hands. “It’s- okay, so you totally don’t have to like it. You probably won’t. That’s okay I won’t be offended—“

“You made something for me?” Gator’s face softens at the sentiment, even though you haven’t even explained what it is or handed it over.

So, you do, you push the item from your hands into his before looking away, embarrassed. “It’s— okay, so, like, it’s cold here and you’re always out here refusing to like, cover your face when you should because seriously the wind hurts, and I- I dunno, I just wanted to make something to keep you warm, but you totally don’t have to use it or anything. I get it’s kinda’ lame and not your thing.”

Gator unfolds the yarn-made gift; it’s a neck warmer. It’s made with a smaller size yarn, with stitches near perfect, aside from a few wonky ones here and there. It’s in shades of black and grey, and buttery soft.

He holds it, unable to look away as he admires how fucking long it must have taken you to make every damn stitch. And here you are, talking it down like it’s no big deal, like it’s silly and thoughtless, and that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“You didn’t start this while you were here, did you?”

You cross your arms sheepishly over yourself, almost trying to shrink into your spot next to him. “… No, I.. I, uh, started it on the plane. I was— god, this is so goofy, but I wanted to give something to you as, like, a peace offering, or some shit. I still hated you— or, well, I thought I did, when I got here, but I still cared about you, too. Still do. I didn’t expect all of… this,” You motion quickly between the two of you, hand flip-flopping back and forth, “to happen, y’know? So it’s totally okay if you’re not into—“

Gator cuts you off with a kiss; it’s clumsy, a trait you’re quickly getting used to with kissing him, but it’s well intentioned. You smile against his lips before he pulls back, confused with the butterflies in your tummy.

“Sorry for that,” Gator laughs, looking back down at the gift. “I love it. Really.” He sounds so sincere, for once. “I know the guys at the station would give me shit for it… but I’m definitely gonna wear it under the flimsy old one I got.”

“Gator, it’s okay, you really don’t have to—“

“Quit puttin’ yourself down. This was… this was really thoughtful, darlin’. You worked hard on it… you didn’t have to make this… why wouldn’t I use it?” Again, the sincerity drips from his kind words. He pulls it over his head, smirking at the immediate warmth. “Kinda like a hug from ya’.”

“Okay, now I know you’re not actually Gator.” You tease, fending off any emotional tears trying to start up. He laughs, but it’s kind of… sad. He knows how awful he’s been to you since the moment he pushed you away years ago. He pulls you closer, laying down and bringing you with him. The two of you face each other as you lay on your sides. “I got no clue how we went from hating each other to this so quickly, but I’m… I’m glad we got snowed in together.”

“Well, when ya’ have two horny bastards snowed in together for several days, I guess somethin’s bound to happen, huh?” Gator jokes, earning an eye roll from you. “When this is all said and done, y’know, the snowed in thing… if this was just a brief thing, could we still be friends at least?”

You hadn’t thought about what would happen when this storm ended, and every time your thoughts began to try unpacking what the two of you had become, you pushed it aside. Maybe out of fear? Stress? You had no idea.

Now’s as good of a time as any to figure it out, I guess.

“I think— well, no. I know I had disdain for you for awhile, mainly for the way our friendship ended… but if we’re being honest,” You take a breath in before a hard admission, “I like ya’, asshole. I think I always have. Being stuck together kinda helped me figure that out, I think.”

“Ya’ sure got a charming way with words, freak.” Gator teases back. “M’sorry for being an asshole since pushin’ you away. It still doesn’t excuse the way I left, but I… I think I was scared shitless over my feelings for ya’.

“Watchin’ you grieve over Willow… I just wanted to protect you, and the only way I knew how was protectin’ ya’ from me and my fucked up shit. Figured if ya’ had one less thing to worry about, grievin’ would be easier to handle.” He wraps his arms around you. “N’I wish I got to know the real you, instead of makin’ fun of ya’. I wish I never made you feel like you had to leave town. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, I didn’t want to cry,” You laugh while tears well up in your eyes, ducking your head into the crook of his neck. “All I ever wanted was your honesty, Gator. Thank you for tellin’ me that.” His hand lifts to hold the back of your head gently, keeping you close to him; that breaks the dam for you, so you resort to joking bluntly, “At least the animosity led to great sex.”

Gator chuckles, “That doesn’t have to stop, ya’ know.”

You pull back to look at him, keeping a straight face. “What? The years-long bitterness between us? Or the sex?”

His face falls as he glares at you, unamused.

“Hm… let me think about it, it’s a tough call,” Your playful sarcasm earns a lighthearted scoff from Gator. He ducks into your neck, and when you expect him to start kissing, he obnoxiously blows raspberries into your skin. You squeal at how it tickles, trying to push him back. “Gator!”

“What?” He’s smirking against your skin, you can feel it. “Just tryin’ to help ya’ decide faster.”

“Sheesh, fine,” You giggle, squirming in his grasp. He doesn’t let go. “I meant the sex, asshole. … I do like being a pain in your ass, though.”

“Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ pro at it,” Gator murmurs, blowing another raspberry into your neck. You’re wiggling out of his grasp, but he pulls you back in. “What happened to watching the movie?”

“Someone decided to distract me.”

Gator finally lets go, holding his hands up, “I didn’t do nothin’.”

You side eye him before rolling over, reaching for the remote on the coffee table to start the movie, leaving him to spoon you. You can’t see the smirk he’s got on, but you can absolutely sense it.

———

The movie’s an hour in, and you’re casually watching, while conversation pops up here and there between Gator and you. It’s lighthearted, or just reminiscing on the past, but one thing leads to another, and Gator can’t help asking the question that’s been on his mind all day.

“Hey, earlier when we were talkin’ about what you like,” He starts off so casually, as if it wasn’t while he was drilling you into the mattress. “You mentioned something about ‘the sleepy thing’… did that mean—“

“S- somnophilia?” You squeak out, and you feel him nod behind you. “Mhm, I just was, uh, having a hard time with words.”

Gator lets out a breathy laugh, tickling the edge of your ear. “Just checkin’,” he’s cuddling closer into you from behind, pretending to innocently brush up against your backside. He’s already getting hard. “Giving or receiving?”

You’re trying to focus on the movie, not on the fact that his throbbing member is against your ass, barely covered by his sweatshirt you’ve been wearing. “Both, if the other person is okay with it, obviously. Why?”

You knew why. You just like hearing him talk about what he’s into, and secretly, you’re enjoying this whole guessing process with your own kinks.

“I just like learnin’ about ya’, got a lot to catch up on.” Gator nonchalantly answers as one hand travels down your thigh slowly, then back up. He repeats the motion, causing goosebumps to rise along your skin.

“More like you just like learning about my kinks,” you deadpan, about to turn around to face him, but he stops you, holding you in place.

“Watch the movie, it’s almost over.” Gator’s order comes out as a whisper as he kisses your neck slowly. You shiver, trying to pay attention to the screen, but you’re more focused on how he’s touching and teasing you.

His hand caresses up your leg one more time, high up your thigh, passing under the hem of the sweatshirt. As he grips your hip, he groans, only feeling bare skin. “Darlin’, where’s your underwear?”

You’re holding back any noises he’s trying to pull out of you, answering in a strained voice, “Upstairs…”

Gator digs his fingers into your plush curves, nails scratching at your skin. “Why’s that?”

You try turning around again, but whine when he faces you forward. You huff out, “You know why.”

“Ohhhhh, okay, got it.” Gator’s fingers crawl towards your heat, cruelly tracing the skin around where your folds begin. You squirm, trying to get his touch closer to where you need him most, but he pulls back, gripping your hip again to keep it in place. “You have a hard time staying still, huh? Needy lil’ thing.”

“Gator, stop teasing.” You groan, pushing back into him despite his forceful hold on you.

“Teasing? Dunno what you’re talkin’ about, babe.” He swiftly pulls his pants down, freeing himself before sliding between your thighs. His length rubs along your cunt, causing you to mewl and reach back to him, trying to find something to hold. “Never met a girl who gets this wet so fast.”

“Yeah? Out of, what, the other two or three girls you’ve ever fucked?” Your hand lands on his leg, digging your nails in as he rubs against your clit, but he shoves your hand back to you.

“Hands to yourself.” He murmurs while rubbing the head of his cock against your clit slowly before finally pushing in. “This what ya’ wanted? What you hoped for when you came down here without pants on?”

You’re adjusting to his size; for the third time he’s inside you, it’s still a big stretch, one that makes your mouth fall open as your eyes roll back.

“Uh-huh,” you breathe as he fully stretches you out and fills you up. Your walls tightly hug around him, and he shudders once he’s in to the hilt. “Why? Is there a problem with that?”

“Nope, just didn’t expect a lil’ thing like you to be an insatiable slut.” He grunts, starting a slow pace of fucking you. He pushes your sweatshirt up, grabbing at your tits while he’s groaning into your ear. “Fuck, I love how soft y’are.”

That makes you roll your ass back into him, “Y’haven’t even heard everything I like… or what I’ve done, how ya’ gonna call me a slut without knowin’?”

“Not yet, but you’re gonna start talkin’ if you want me to keep fuckin’ ya.” He pulls his hips back, nearly pulling out completely. “Go ‘head, brat. Tell me.”

“Fine,” You intentionally clench around him as he pushes back in, pulling a loud moan out of him. Bluntly, you admit, “Pretty much everything you were lookin’ up.”

“Fuckin’ knew it. Fuckin’ told you we’re—“ A strangled gasp left him as you tighten around him again. “We’re more alike than you wanna admit.”

“Maybe, but I might be more intense than you can handle, tough guy.” You’re doing your best to stay focused, but the way he fills you up is starting to make you dizzy with pleasure. “Wax play’s one.”

Gator scoffs like it’s nothing to him, but his cock twitches inside you, telling you otherwise. “Okay, and?” He snaps his hips into yours, sharply hitting your g-spot.

“Fuckin’ hell, Gator…” You whine as he does it again. “Cryin’. Forget the name for it but I like it when it feels so good it hurts. Or it’s too much. Overstimulation, too.”

“Big deal.” He tries ignoring how he’s throbbing inside of you.

“Breeding kink.”

Gator chokes on air, making you laugh.

“Spit kink.”

“You- huh? That’s a thing?” Gator’s pace stutters along with his words.

“I like takin’ control too. Not often, but it’d be fun with you, that’s f’sure.”

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck—“ Gator’s trying to keep it together, but just the thought of you dominating him is about to make him lose it. “What else, darlin’? There’s gotta be more with a slut like you.”

“Impact play… only the light stuff, though,” You’re grabbing Gator’s hand, bringing his fingers to your mouth. In between lightly sucking on them, you admit, “Oral fixations, too.” He’s unable to hold composure, whining into your neck and biting down; you push his hand away.

“L- light stuff? Like what?”

“Spankin’, but that’s common. Who doesn’t like that?” You’re enjoying the way he’s falling apart behind you. “I like bein’ slapped though. Only when it’s consensual. Oh, haven’t done it yet, but I wanna have a threesome before I die, so there’s that.”

“Wh- wait, what have you done?”

“I’ll let you figure that out, daddy.”

Gator can’t control the orgasm that sneaks up on him, hard and fast. He spills into you, filling you up as his moans echo around the room. He’s got a death grip on you as he sloppily finishes, twitching and tremors rolling through his entire body.

“Aw, Gator, it’s okay baby,” You taunt in a sweet voice dripping with venom. “It’s hard hearin’ all that while you’re buried in this tight cunt, huh? Poor thing.”

He’s panting and groaning, aftershocks still controlling his body. “Shut- shut up.”

“You can stay in me, it’s alright.”

Gator goes to pull out, but you push back into him.

“Hey Gator?” You drop the sweet act, mocking him from earlier. “Stay.”

His cock twitches even as it’s going soft. “I’m not a fuckin’ dog.”

You shrug. “You’re gonna stay here until I get off, got it?”

“Fuck— baby, please, it hurts.” Gator pleads, overstimulated. You shake your head.

“Thought you wanted to hear more, but you can leave if ya’ want.” Gator doesn’t move. “Thought so. Hm… what else is there? Pretty much everythin’ you like, I do, too, but it goes both ways. Would love cuffin’ you to the bed, leave ya’ there with a vibrator tied to ya’. Listen to you pathetically plead and moan for a break from another room.”

“Jesus fuckin’ christ, darlin’.”

“Would you be a good boy for me?” You ask, grinding down on his cock, already becoming hard again. Still, he’s over sensitive, crying out at the intensity of pleasure flooding back. “I can take care of you too, Gator.”

His hips involuntarily buck into you, and he cries out again.

“Knife play is appealing, but I haven’t found anyone I trust enough yet for that.” You admit, hand reaching down to touch yourself. Gator beats you to it, playing with your swollen clit. You constrict around him and arch your back, crying out. “You ever do it?”

Gator shakes his head while he’s against your shoulder. “N- no, been too nervous or never— oh, god—“ His cock kicks in you, fully hard and throbbing again.

“C’mon, Gator, you can give me one more, can’t you?” Your sickeningly sweet tone is back, both mocking and encouraging him to cum again. “I’ll let you do somethin’ different this time.”

His head perks up, glancing over your shoulder at you. “What’s th- that?”

“Cum on my face, daddy?” You ask softly, and that ignites something in him. His hips piston into you roughly. “Tell me when you’re close.”

Only seconds pass before he’s stumbling over his words, “I— m’gonna- I have— baby please—“

In a fluid string of motions, you pull off of Gator, sliding to the floor on your knees, mouth wide open with your tongue stuck out, waiting for his release. The sight alone is enough to finish Gator off; shakily, he pushes up to aim his arousal at you, spilling all over your face and into your mouth. Some ends up in your hair, on his sweatshirt, and the floor, but he doesn’t care. He can’t give a flying fuck when the hottest girl he’s ever known is on her knees for him, happily waiting to be covered by his release.

Gator falls back onto the couch when he’s finished, completely drained- figuratively and literally. He watches you swallow with a smile, still an absolute mess everywhere else.

“Fuck… I wanna kiss ya’ so bad,” Gator breathes. You figure he’s hesitant because his arousal is all over your face, but you shrug.

“I won’t tell anyone if ya’ do.” It’s not a big deal to you, and you always found it silly how most men found it gross or “not manly”, but you know Gator was raised on toxic masculinity, believing even something like this should be embarrassing. “Promise.”

Gator waits a beat before murmuring, “Fuck it, c’mere.” Before you can move, he pulls on the collar of your sweatshirt, leading you off the floor and onto his lap. His lips are on yours in an instant, hesitant at first, then he gets into it, tongue running along your bottom lip, tasting himself as he keeps kissing you, groaning into your mouth.

You pull back, breathless, and notice he’s got a tiny bit of his own mess on his face now. You point to his nose, “Y’got somethin’ there.” He rolls his eyes.

“That was gross,” Gator mumbles, but he doesn’t look disgusted. “… Why’d I like it?”

“Because it’s hot. Sometimes that’s all the explanation you need.” You’re dying to collapse into his arms, but you desperately need to wash your body and clothes. “I need a shower, you joinin’ me?”

———

“I just realized, you never got to finish, did ya’?”

You’re in a content haze when his words pull you back to reality. “Oh. Guess I didn’t. S’okay, I don’t mind, I got to make you feel good.” You smile with heavy, hooded eyes, exhaustion catching up to you.

The two of you are in the old porcelain tub, Gator holding you as you lay back on him. You’re both clean by this point, just enjoying the warmth of the water and one another. It’s comforting enough to make you drowsy. You begin drifting off to sleep, and Gator notices, gently shaking you awake.

“Darlin’, we should get out first before you fall asleep.”

You shake your head, eyes still heavy. “Too much effort.”

Gator laughs softly, “Hey, I still have that big air mattress, maybe we can blow it up and put it downstairs? Keep watchin’ movies? Or whatever you want.”

Your eyes open a little at that, and you nod. “Yeah, that’d be really nice, Gator.”

“M’sorry I didn’t have anything to make cookies or any holiday stuff like that.”

“S’okay, we still made it a good day.” You murmur, trying to fight sleep. “Thank you for today, Gator.”

Gator’s watching you drift back to sleep, feeling guilty he has to wake you back up, but for a second, he admires how at ease you seem while so close and vulnerable with him.

“We did,” He agrees, shaking you awake again before pushing you up off of him. “But it’ll turn bad if ya’ drown in the tub. Let’s go set the mattress up so you can get your sleepy ass to bed.”

[buckybeardreams]

Saw this post, had some thoughts that weren't entirely related to it lol, but I kinda wanna write some identity porn now 👀👀

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Peter has the biggest stupidest crush on Tony Stark, but Tony's never even met the boy, at least, he's never met Peter Parker.

Spiderman works with the Avengers on occasion, has even been in Stark Tower and was given a walkthrough of the lab, but Peter knows he'd never stand a chance if Tony knew who he really was. He's just some stupid kid with some stupid school boy crush, so there's no way someone like Tony would want him.

And when he drunkenly tweets about how Spiderman and Iron Man have so much tension they should just get a room already, he definitely didn't think Tony would see it.

But then Tony retweets it and responds with who says we don't already have one? He even tags it #ironspider—the ship name Ned came up with because Peter wouldn't shut up about Tony—and Peter's sure it's a joke.

It has to be, right?

But what if it's not…

He has to test the man, has to find out for sure if he's joking or not, so Peter sends him a DM, not really expecting a reply.

You a Spidey fan, huh, Mr. Stark? Because I have it on good authority that he sleeps in an Iron Man hoodie

He's shocked when a reply comes almost instantly, but when he clicks on it, he definitely doesn't expect the response he gets.

Oh really? Know if he gets off wearing it? Would love to see that 😉

Peter was fucking dying! Like literally blushing so hard he thought he would die!

Peter whimpered, biting his lip and reaching his hand into his pants.

Don't know, sir, but I know that I'm getting off rn

Peter couldn't believe he actually sent that! He wasn't even that drunk! He found it hard to believe any of this was even real, especially when Tony didn't hesitate to type back, yeah, you gonna send me a pic, baby boy?

Seriously, what the fuck was even happening!

Peter was pretty sure he was having a wet dream, because there was no fucking way he sent out a tweet about Spiderman and Iron Man fucking and inadvertently ended up sexting with Tony Stark as himself! There was just no fucking way!

Baby boy? And what does that make you? My daddy?

If you call me Daddy, little boy, I'm gonna need you to do more than just send me a pic

Peter shivered, whimpering as he read the warning, once, twice, his hand squeezing at his leaking cock.

"Holy fuck!" Peter whined.

You better not come without asking first was Tony's next message.

Didn't, Peter rushed to respond, typing on his phone one handed so he could keep a hand wrapped around himself, promise, Daddy

Jesus Christ, kid, you're killing me

Peter giggled.

He could all but hear Tony's groan.

Sorry, Daddy

Don't apologize when you don't mean it, brat

What makes you think I don't mean it?

Just a guess, Tony replied, quickly followed by, you still touching yourself?

Yes, sir

Sir is it?

I can't give you more than a pic, so I guess it has to be

Does that mean I'm getting a pic, baby?

[madaboutmunson]

Again - Part 7

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Steddie fic where Steve and Eddie are in their mid 30's and everyone has sort of drifted apart

Taglist: @adaed5 @grtwdsmwhr @swimmingbirdrunningrock @mightbeasleep

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Beans' nose firmly presses against the bedroom window that looks outside, condensation disappearing and reappearing around it as Steve changes into what he has deemed appropriate sportswear to not embarrass his daughter. A pair of simple black sweatpants, a plain simple tee to match, and his old favourite sneakers. He checks himself over in the mirror one last time, running a hand over the now lesser-toned areas of his body before he's quickly wrenched out of his thoughts by a sharp bark from the dog. It hadn't been an especially good night’s sleep, so the zoning out had happened a few times already this morning.

"Thanks, Beanie-baby! What would I do without you?" He says, baby-talking to the giant clump of black fur, currently beating a new dent into the chest of drawers with its tail, as she eyes him happily, tongue hanging out. Once she asserts Steve is ok, she turns back to the window. Her nose squeaks against it, and her tongue goes back into her mouth with seriousness. Business-mode Beans. Steve laughs, "Jelly-beans! Don't worry, ok? They're gonna love you" By the commotion in the house, it would have been easy for the dog to sense someone new might be visiting, so her reaction wasn't unfounded, and Steve wondered if half of his affirmation was for himself. He was nervous, though he had every reason not to be.

When Eddie had called, Steve hadn't read the name first. Instead, he'd answered it immediately, as usual, thinking it was kid-related because the only other people with his cell number were Jenny and the kids.

"Everything ok?!" he said urgently, already half out of his chair, motioning to grab his car keys as he heard a squeak on the other end of the phone.

"Jesus Christ, Steve! Whatever happened to Hello?" Came a heavy breathing voice of panic, and finally, Steve took a calming breath and sat back down.

"Oh! Eddie? Sorry, I just-" Steve started apologising, but Eddie cut him off.

"Just hang on a second, Steve. I'm just trying to get a grip on my soul that successfully left my being when you answered" Steve could hear the words were doused in sarcasm at his expense, but he smiled anyway. 

"Ok, ok. Deserved. Sorry, Eddie, I didn't mean to scare you. Hello." Steve tries in a much calmer, softer tone.

"Now that's more like how we humans do it. Hello. I wasn't scared, by the way," Steve could hear the smile in Eddie's voice, and it made him shuffle back into the sofa cushions a little more, where he decided to try his own brand of teasing.

"You sure? You sounded pretty terrified, to be honest," Steve asks, in his best pretending to be concerned voice.

"No, I didn't! Did I?" Eddie played along, starting with an air of defiance before slipping into something that sounded like it had an accompanying pout. The thought of which sent Steve's brain into some sort of frenzy and accidentally triggered his humour centre.

"Yeah, you did. I haven't heard a scream that high-pitched since I went to a Backstreet Boys concert." Steve managed to get the sentence out through a huge grin and repressed laughter

"Ok, maybe you're right, but you know what I didn't do?" Eddie conceded before tagging on the question in a lower register.

"What's that?" Steve says, finally composing himself with a sigh.

"Out myself as fucking Backstreet Boys fan!" Eddie shouts down the phone. Steve can almost see him turning to stare wildly at his handset as he did so before moving it back to his ear to unleash a maniacal string of cackles. Steve could have let it go, but he enjoyed this little back-and-forth too much, so he played defensively.

"Ok, first of all, it was for Zee when she was younger. Do not tell her I told you that; definitely do not tell Morgan that. Secondly, it was alright. They had nice sweaters for one song." 

"Sweaters?!" Is all Steve hears from Eddie before the cackles start again, and there is a thud, which Steve can only imagine is him losing his grip on the phone. In hindsight, Steve could have played at being more insulted, but he just had the biggest smile on his face hearing Eddie laugh like that.

Then there was some rustling, and he could hear Eddie trying to stop laughing before his voice finally returned to the conversation. "Ok, ok. Jesus, I think I've ruptured something laughing so hard. Anyway, how about Wednesday for basketball? We're free all day, so whatever time suits you all best."

"Well, for me, I like training in the m-" Steve started to think out loud before a whine travelled right into his ear.

"Don't say that evil word to me, Steve, please. I don't like waking myself up at that time, never mind trying to rouse the teenbeast," Eddie pleaded for an ounce of clemency which Steve couldn't possibly resist giving.

"Oh yeah, you're right. Better make it afternoon, and you know what, that is perfect because we can have dinner later if you wanna stay for it?" Steve realised his voice had gone up several pep levels to his old organising playdates or the bake sale roles tone.

"Dinner after? Hold on a sec…." Steve heard a rustle over the line again and heard muttering that must have been Morgan, and then Eddie cleared his throat "yeah, that sounds great. We'll bring dessert. Any allergies or preferences?'

"Nope, you're good. What about you both?" Steve says quickly.

"Morgan is good, me…allergies include hard work, ballads, fully intact jeans, preferences oh wow, um, let's see… tall, nice legs, nice ass, a glorious- Ow! One second, sorry, Steve'' Again, what sounds like the receiver being covered, but this time extra rustling and a hiss.

"Everything alright, Eddie?" Steve asked, a little worried.

"Yeah, it's fine, just a pest buzzing around", Eddie chuckled.

"So Wednesday afternoon, then?" Steve double-checked to make sure he didn't get anything wrong, face the wrath of Zee, or worse, mess it all up for everyone by getting the day or time wrong.

"Yeah, just one more thing," Eddie said thoughtfully.

"What's that?"

"Do you think it's gonna be cold on Wednesday?"

"I mean, it's summer, Eddie. I doubt it. Why?" 

"Just wondering if I should bring a nice sweater."

"Oh fu-fudge off, Eddie" Steve ended the call with the sound of Eddie's cackles but with his own big smile as he shook his head. Only to feel a presence in the doorway, and his eyes darted towards it. It was Corey, tilting his head, his brow wrinkled but a confused smile on his face. Steve had thought he would almost get a conversation that day, but Corey had simply shrugged, grabbed the TV remote, and flopped down on the other sofa.

And now it was finally Wednesday, and Steve, just like Beans, should have nothing to worry about. It was his turf, his special interest, surrounded by all his comforts and everyday life. Maybe that's what was so scary? Letting people in like this, into all your stuff. What if they notice something you thought you'd papered over just fine, or they find their way into parts of the house you didn't want them to go and wanted them to stay in the areas for visitors? Steve didn't feel like he had much in the way of secrets or even had anything to hide. He had just grown used to not having other people in his home. No, that wasn't right. He's had plenty of parent gatherings and kids' parties here. He sits on the window seat next to beans to look out the huge bay window. It was because it was someone that knew him before, someone who noticed things, maybe noticed too much? 

He runs his hand over Beans' huge shaggy black fur, the repeating motion a comfort for both of them, "We'll be ok, Beans", he says softly, and the dog drops out of business mode, making a little high whistle noise and tilting her head at him. "You know, I think you're really gonna like them. One is a giant child. The other is…also a giant child" Steve laughs at his realisation, and Beans licks up the side of his face as her tail beats another seven hells out of the furniture. He ruffles her fur once more and gets to his feet. "Let's go check in with the kids and dinner. Maybe they'll even be some roast beef that accidentally falls into my hand when I check the food, hmmm?" At the word beef, the window might as well have disappeared because she circles Steve once and sits down with a thud, keeping perfect posture awaiting the next instruction, "Corey", he says simply. Beans runs top speed out of the bedroom and down the hall, causing waves in the hallway rug as she bounds down it, and sits herself outside a door at the other end of the hall, and he's about to follow her when he hears a shriek from upstairs, "DAAAAAAAD!!!"

Steve's leisurely pace down the hall is halted; he spins on his heel, and before he can make any decisions, he is taking the narrow winding staircase up, several at a time. He shoulder barges through the door to Mackenzie's room, dropped in a low stance of action, desperately trying to catch his breath as he frantically searches the room for his daughter and any interdimensional hell beasts or government agents. Armed with the only thing in reach as he rounded the staircase, a bound bunch of bamboo canes that were holding up some fairy lights that had now been ripped asunder. Finally, his eyes land on his daughter, whose tear-stained face slowly turns towards him, and he quickly tries to compute what's happened, which doesn't take long when she offers up her other hand to his eye line. It's holding a curling tong, in which is a single small section of hair that is no longer attached to Morgan's head. It's only then he smells the burning.

He drops the bamboo, rushes over to her, encapsulating her hiccuping face in his hands, and drops to his knees, frantically checking her over. "Oh, my god. Oh my god. Are you hurt? Lemme see, angel." He can see the roasted section of hair, but thankfully the breaking point seems some way down the length. By the grace of something out there, there are no burns on her head, face or hands. Once his assessment is done, and he can confirm she is just upset about the hair tragedy, he engulfs her in a big hug. It was to comfort Zee but also gave him a chance to steady his breathing. Steve eyes the offending curling tong and glares at it as if he had El's powers and could make it crumple in on itself with his mind. Unfortunately, he does not, but he has plans for that fucking thing, big plans!

He gently pulls away from Zee and checks her face, wiping her tears, "Hey honey", he soothes gently, "You ok? Big deep breaths, ok?" As she is still slightly hiccuping, an adorable feature of her saddest moments, he thinks. She nods minimally, and he knows though she isn't alright, she isn't spiralling any more. "Ok, you wanna tell me what happened?" She goes to turn to the mirror, and he turns her face back to him softly. "Eyes on me. Tell me, and together we'll figure it out, like always, ok?" She nods solemnly at the ground and starts speaking.

"So I woke up this morning and discovered mother nature had left me my monthly gift. After dealing with all that, I felt so down in the dumps I wanted to do something fun, maybe look cute today or something." A worried glance flicks up from her to Steve. Still, he just nods encouragingly for her to continue. "So I found this out of the cupboard, you know, that has some of Mom's old things in. I was doing ok, but I must have put on too much of something, and my hair got stuck. Then I could smell burning, and- and then" He can hear her voice start to crack again, so he squeezes her with his arm that is still around her, and it seems to work. "well, you saw what happened", her eyes shoot up to his, the shape is different but, they share the same pool of colour in their eyes. Steve had never admired the colour of his eyes until Mackenzie was born. Then, of course, whenever he looked into the mirror after that, that's all they reminded him of. "What am I gonna do, Daddy?" She says with a slump of her shoulders, and Steve had thought the days of that word were over. He was just Dad now. But that word, Daddy, from his kid, made him want to rush straight into whatever battle she wanted to point him at. A surge of protectiveness that only Bruce Banner morphing into The Hulk could have ever experienced courses through Steve.

"May I?" He says, lifting one hand towards the crispy-ended piece of hair still attached to her head. She nods, and he takes it in his fingers and pretends to burn them, "Oooh, hot stuff", he says, earning him a little eye roll and huff of a laugh. "Ok, I'm more than happy to call Eddie and cancel and take you to your chosen hair salon. They'll sort this all out."

She grips his arm with her hand, "No, please. Don't cancel. That would make the day even worse if I had to miss out on that too."

"Hmmm, ok then. Here's what I think. You tell me if you agree or not," They both make a singular nod at one another, "So I think, if we swap your parting over to the other side, we could hide it just fine. I can trim off the burnt part, then you wash your hair to eliminate the smell, and I'll help you with it if you like? If you're worried, we could even braid it to hide it a little more. Like Viking shield maiden hair?" He suggests with a smile before screwing up his face and throwing up the devil horns on his hands, growling, "Very metal!" making her tear-stained face erupt with that big smile, and the laughter spills out.

"Please don't ever do that again," She says between laughs, and Steve is comforted that she's back to her old self. He is so proud of her, "That sounds like a great idea, Dad."

Steve trims carefully at the hair and feels over it with his fingers ensuring only the non-crispy parts remain, and Zee leaves him to get ready for the second time today. Steve collects the offending hair-styling contraption, "I'll be back in twenty minutes, ok, Zee?" He yells in the direction of her bathroom and heads downstairs, puts on a saucepan of milk to warm up for a hot chocolate, checks the beef and veg, carves off a little meat for himself and Beans, and then walks out to the garage and shuts the door behind him.

He puts the curling tongs down onto the workbench purposefully. Then he puts on his safety glasses and gloves before selecting a medium-sized hammer, takes a deep breath, and beats the ever-loving Christ out of the fucking thing until it is just a heavily dented form of what it used to be. He then puts everything back exactly where it should go, takes up the remnants of the curling tongs, and dumps them in the trash with vigour before going back inside and recommencing making hot chocolate. "Hey, Cor! You want a hot chocolate, buddy?" He yells up the stairs.

"It's August!!!" Corey yells as he thunders down the stairs, Beans at his heels, dressed in his basketball kit, which often made Steve concerned about why when he was at school, the shorts were so short because clearly they could be made to be much longer and more comfortable. He got dates aplenty that way, but it still made him concerned.

"You haven't gotta have one, just making one for Zee and me and thought I'd extend the kindness to you also, your Lordship", Steve teases. 

Corey assesses the situation and asks, "Will there be any of those little marshmallows?" Steve opens the cupboard and checks, "They are indeed a possibility….for a price."

"Aren't I already doing the most today? I could be at Joel's, you know!"

"But ask yourself this: does Joel have access and ownership to a sack of mini marshmallows or a succulent roast beef dinner with all the trimmings?"

"No! But he does have Pizza pockets and a new wrestling game on the PlayStation," Corey says, hopping up on the counter and making Steve frown.

"There is a stool right there, next to your leg, you know."

"I know", Corey answers with his Mom's cheeky mega-watt smile as he swings his legs, making no effort to move to the stool, "So the price is?" Corey enquires, edging his way towards the bag of mini mallows.

"I mean, it's nothing, really. Just a conversation with your old man." Steve says innocently, earning an eye roll from his Son, who Steve had thought he had at least five more years of avoiding this kind of reaction from, but they just grew up so quickly these days.

"Alright then, but the whole top of the mug has gotta be like all mallows. Deal?" Corey spits in his hand and extends it to Steve, who grimaces and shakes his head.

"Wow! glad to see all that money in your education isn't going to waste. You're good on the handshake. Deal," Steve says, finally spooning in the cocoa. "So today-"

"I go out there to run rings around Ken's Barbie boy for thirty mins, help you out, come back in here, eat my dinner without complaint, be nice, and then I can go to my room. I believe that is everything?" Corey says, his fingertips walking into the opening of the mini mallows bag.

"Don't call her that, Cor. You know she hates it. Also, today is not the day to test her, ok? Just save all your little sibling remarks up for maybe, I dunno, five days from now?" Steve says, opening the cupboard and reaching behind the aesthetically pleasing identical colour cups, for a Pokémon mug, World's most amazing daughter, and an ancient mug with two small hand prints and 'Dad' painted on it. There is a crinkle of the bag, but by the time Steve turns around, his son looks very much like a hamster at feeding time. He sighs in defeat at the innocent, full-cheeked, mallow-decorated toothy grin he gets in return.

"Also, we're trying to help Morgan, ok? So we'll see what he's like out there before we run him into the ground, and no barging into him just because he's tall, ok? Basketball is not pro wrestling! It's a sport with finesse, structure, and tactics."

"Is your boyfriend coming too?" Corey asks with mischief. Steve spills a little of the steaming hot cocoa on his hand and masks a sharp breath, making Corey laugh, "Wow, just wow, Dad, really. You’d never make a spy."

"For your information. I do not have a boyfriend, but if I did or a girlfriend, that would be just fine and nothing to be embarrassed about. Also, I’d make a fantastic spy for your information." Steve says, grabbing the bag of mallows away from his son, only to be met with a full eyebrow raise.

"I'm eight, not blind. I saw you on the phone the other day. Giggling. Adults think they're so sly, but you're not. You're really very, very obvious. Painfully so." Corey says, folding his arms, "I've seen it all before."

"Where have you seen anything like that before, Professor Corey? Hmmm?" Steve says, pouring the mallows onto the cocoa and adding some whipped cream to Mackenzie's.

"Hey!! No fair"

"You said all mallows. You got all mallows!" Steve says finally.

"I saw it with Mom, with Val, and now you with the mega nerd" ah yes, Valentino Steve had initially suspected this was a nickname, but it turned out to be his real name. Not only that, but he lived up to his old Hollywood namesake too. Val might have been the most romantic guy Steve had ever witnessed. Not a day went by where he didn't shower Jenny with affection in words or actions, not two years ago and not now. She was head over heels for him, and Val worshipped the ground she walked on. Steve guessed he should be a little jealous, but he couldn't be. It was too hard to be jealous when someone you spent eleven years with was so happy finally when you'd seen them at their lowest and struggling. He was great with the kids, too. He never once trod on Steve's toes in the parenting aspect.

"Steven, I love Jenny, and I will protect your children like they were my blood with my life when you aren't around, but I accept they are not my children. I don't need to parent them. They have parents." he'd said when Steve had attempted to give him a shovel talk, but it was honestly deeply in vain because he was very charming…and handsome. Not the most charming or handsome guy Steve had ever met, but he was definitely on the list. Besides, there was no way this guy would do anything to make Jenny even raise an eyebrow with concern. He remembered going to pick the kids up once, finding him in tears outside. Valentino had been beside himself, running up the drive when he arrived, grabbing him by the shoulders, "Steven. Something terrible has happened. Jenny is losing her mind. You must do something, please" Steve ran into the house, concerned, only to find Jenny sitting, organising her diary quite happily. After much prying, it turned out Jenny had made an offhand comment about the fact she had put on a little weight and didn't feel as beautiful as she did when she was younger. Steve then had to spend an extra thirty minutes talking around Valentino.

"How exactly do you get away with calling anyone a mega nerd? You are part Gameboy at this point. Mr Roboto," Steve laughs and does a robot dance handing over the hot chocolate to Corey, who is already shaking his head.

"An' zis snooty little attitude is why we don't speak pa-pa," Corey says in a french accent, "Allez 'arico!" He says, hopping back down from the counter and Beans following him at his heel.

Steve heads upstairs with the two cocoa and almost forgets to pause at Zee's door. He knocks gently with his knuckle, "Honey, I got you some hot chocolate, and I can help with the braids if you want?"

"Come in!" She chirps, and her tone makes Steve's heart sing. Steve hands Zee her drink as she sits on the chair before her vanity, looking much happier than when he left her. Then, he picks up the wide tooth comb and gets to work on her hair.

"Feeling a little better?" He half smiles at her in the mirror, and she mirrors it with a nod, and honestly, Steve can't believe his luck, "It doesn't matter what happens. We will always find a way through it, ok honey?" He says gently before dropping into a voice he's picked up from MTV, "That's just how we do at Chez Harrington!" And the grateful grimace on Zee's face makes him laugh, "Well, alright then, maybe not that…Did you find anything in the music that you liked?" He smiles, splitting a section of hair into its soon-to-be braided counterparts.

"Um…yeah…about that…when is the last time you went through your records?" She says with a smirk taking a sip of her cocoa and getting a little blob of whipped cream on the tip of her button nose.

"Hmmm", Steve ties off one of the braids that runs along the side of Zee's head ", I listen to the CDs sometimes in the car."

"No, Dad, the records, the vinyl ones" She looks at him expectantly in the mirror as he makes a matching braid on the other side of her head.

"Oh, um, gosh, I don't know, probably not since I moved in with your mom, honestly. They were in grandma and grandpa's attic for a few years whilst we were finding our feet. Then they probably went straight into the attic here because I had a more extensive cassette collection by then. So maybe 1987," he says thoughtfully whilst making a false pompadour at the front of her hair with a twist, push and pin before gathering everything up into a high ponytail, "That look ok to you, honey? Not too much volume?" He asks, gently running some styling gel on his fingers and over the flyaways poking out of the braids.

"No, that's perfect, thank you, Dad" she smiles warmly at him in the mirror after looking it over in the mirror, "You can't even see it now" He puts his hands on her shoulders and squeezes them and beams at her proudly in the mirror. He hoped she knew she didn't have to pretend everything was alright if she didn't feel that way, but he was also proud of her resilience.

"He'd be lucky to know you, however you looked, you know. I know you think I'm biased, and I am, but you're a great kid, and I count my blessings every day I get to be your Dad."  He says, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek that she playfully squirms away from, making them both laugh.

"What about Corey?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you count your blessings every day you're his Dad too?"

"Of course! Well, maybe not term time Monday mornings," he says with a wink, making them both chuckle, "If you're ok, I can finish off the dinner, so it's just keeping warm" She nods with a smile. As he gets to the door, she calls after him, "You know, Dad, you should really take a look through those records sometime. Plenty of hidden gems in them" Steve smiles and nods but is a little confused by the statement and can't help but wonder if Mackenzie is only talking about the music.

[phoenixkaptain]

Honestly I really can’t stand certain parts of the MXTX “fandom.” If you can even call it that, when all these people do is put down every other novel but the one they like.

I get it, okay, I really, really, really, REALLY get it! “BingQiu is unhealthy because of blah blah blah,” “WangXian is unhealthy because of blah blah blah,” “HuaLian is unhealthy because of blah blah blah.” That’s all you talk about! Couples being “unhealthy!” These couples aren’t real!

Look, look, look, I understand having a favourite novel. I don’t personally have a favourite because I’m bad at picking favourites and I hold each of these novels close to my heart and genuinely enjoy all of them as separate works of fantasy and adventure. It is fine to have a favourite, even if I don’t personally. It’s human nature to like things, to vibe with some things more than others. That’s perfectly! Fine!

But! Will you stop putting down other people’s fucking opinions? Jesus Fucking Christ, Sharon, we get it, you don’t like BingQiu because of the dynamic, or you don’t like HuaLian because Hua Cheng is a murderer, or you don’t like WangXian because of Lan Zhan’s incessant urge to bite Wei Ying. I didn’t fucking ask, though? I don’t give a shit, though? Your opinion just gives western fans a bad name, though?

I still can’t look through anything related to Heaven Official’s Blessing because so many people have a superiority complex about liking the “least problematic” one. There are even some people like this in Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation’s fanbase.

(Scum Villain doesn’t attract these kinds of fans because these kinds of fans are nourished by the amount of content they can hold over other people’s heads. “We have this” “We have this” “We got this recently.” Scum Villain fans are lucky if they get a vague mention. Season two still hasn’t come out. I really think all however many seasons of TGCF will come out and season two of SVSSS still won’t be out.)

Can we stop with the nevativity? Obviously, this is a dumb question. If you could stop the negativity, you would’ve already. But, you all just want to whine about how much “better” and more “pure” your favourite novel is.

But, God dude. Can’t you just let people exist? Can’t you just live and let live? Can’t you tag yourself as anti-whatever so that people who don’t want to see it don’t have to? You aren’t going to change anyone’s mind on the novel they like. You aren’t going to convince anyone to switch sides. Enjoy your media, enjoy the content creators, enjoy living right now in a time where all three of these wonderful books by a wonderful author are being published in a language you might speak. Enjoy the fact that every book comes with illustrations. Enjoy the fact that the first book of all three series were Barnes and Nobles’ top sellers. Enjoy your life, but enjoy it without putting others down.