#i just cant stop thinking about it hes so

[artdcnaldson]

Can we discuss Rodger PINBALL

Want to give that dork some mind blowing head

GODDDDDD 😍😍🤩🤩🤩😍🤩🤩🤩🤩🥰😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰👍😍😍😍😍😫😩😩😩😫😫😫😩😍😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Need him to try to stay a gentleman, to be respectful while you’re relentlessly pursuing him. Even while you’re giving him fuck me eyes on a cute little bowling date he planned, even as he drives you home and you keep your hand on his thigh the entire ride. Even when he walks you to your door and you invite him in for a drink and he agrees, but just sits on your couch and sips at a glass of water.

You’re practically wearing a sign that says “please fuck me, or at least let me get to third base” and he’s being purposefully obtuse about it. You’re practically in his lap, your hand rubbing over his thigh, peering at him through your lashes.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?” You finally ask, and you swear he physically shivers.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks at you, looking like trapped prey. “Oh, yeah. Really pretty,” he insists, and wipes his sweaty palms on his corduroys.

You smile like the cat who got the cream and shift, so you’re on your knees in between his long legs, hands moving up, up, up, until he groans and cants his hips into your palm.

“You don’t have to—“

And you know that. God, he’s made that really fucking clear. But you can feel how big he is under your palm, and he’s such a fucking gentleman about not needing a blowjob that you really really need to give him one.

So you just move your fingers to the button of his pants, just manage to get the button popped and his fly down when you peer up at him. “Should I stop?”

He swallows, shakes his head. “No,” and it sounds like an admission of defeat— that his desire is beating out his morals, or his code of honor or whatever.

By the time you have your mouth on his dick, he’s leaking pre, pulsing on your tongue. You moan around him and he whimpers like he’s been wounded.

“I don’t— I don’t usually do this on a first date—“ he pants, like his hands aren’t in your hair, guiding you, encouraging you.

Whatever. You don’t think lesser of him for it. In fact, you like knowing that when you make him cum on your tongue, when he’s panting and spent and looking down at you like you hung the moon and stars, it’s something just for you.

You think you’ll keep this midwestern gentleman after all.

[avengerphobic]

did the avengers even do anything about orchis? they were killing mutants but the avengers don't even give a shit

🏃🏿‍♂️3dmanofficial Follow

am i joke to you

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🏺greencianurn 🔁 pro-bono-boner

☢️chulkstan Follow

FYI Amadeus is really uncomfortable with yall writing amadeus/herc fics. Cut that shit out

🏺greencianurn Follow

lmao im not gonna stop #why is he even searching it up

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❄️lunasnowed Follow

i cant believe people are still circulating those pictures of brawn and luna kissing #i dont get why people ship them #luna just seems so much like a lesbian #honestly could have been a publicity stunt

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🕷️spidermarvel 🔁 tony-fucked-that-old-man

anonymous asked: I write fanfic of my friends (we're superheroes). Anyway i found my friends fanfiction of us and confronted him about it, and he said it was weird that I was reading fanfiction about us. And i was like well its weird that you're writing fanfiction about us. he called me a hypocrite. And I got mad and yelled at him and told him I didn't like that he wrote fanfiction where we got together and that it was even weirder that he wrote it so that it was a love triangle with our other friend. He's not speaking to me rn. I feel bad because it is hypocritical of me to be mad. But I feel like writing self-ship is different than shipping your friends. idk....

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#did msmarvel send this in lol

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⚔️blackknightofficial

actually really hurt that theres hardly any rpf of me #there should at least be a couple of fics of me getting down and dirty during the crusades

🤖robotomato 🔁 cap4cap

🌟cap4cap

people are weird why ship a guy with a dude who tries to kill him like every other week

#dont get the appeal especially when he has a best friend and wife?

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🚀illegalrocketship

I saw one of my mutuals vaguing me for shipping dr doom and reed richards. Girl have you seen the way victor looks at him? I have eyes and a heart #villian/hero antis are such losers

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🌟cap4cap

I DO NOT SHIP SAM WILSON AND STEVE ROGERS I SHIP MONICA RAMBEAU/STEVE ROGERS...... STEVE ROGERS IS NOT GAY #can you people leave me aloneeeee #ive been shipping captain marvel and captain America since before most of yall have been alive

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👨🏻‍🦲mrcleansgaybrother🔁yougottapinata

☄️mutantmeanace Follow

so we're all in agreement that professor x and magneto fucked right

🪅yougottapinata Follow

dont be fucking weird magneto dropped a car through my house??

👨🏻‍🦲mrcleansgaybrother

yeah and he fucked professor x

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���🇦 alphadflight 🔁 northstarofficial

anonymous asked: Is it okay to ship you with Iceman even though you're married

💫northstarofficial Follow

Uh, so I'm not the superhero Northstar. I am a roleplay account for the North Star. Like in the Sky. But Sure you can ship me with Iceman #adjalkfjaajkfd

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anonymous asked: Not you shipping Bucky and Steve Rogers even tho steve met bucky when he was literally a child

🦥slothbaby

I DIDNT KNOW 😭 #i should have looked it up i know but it just never occurred to me #because its such a widespread ship

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👨🏻‍🦲mrcleansgaybrother

i want to shine professor x's bald head #id let him run me over with his wheelchair ugh

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🇺🇸 usgaygent

did yall see how sad us agent looked looking at hawkeye in this video. he wants him so bad..... #hawkagent #us agent #hawkeye #clint barton #the way being us agent is a performance for him #and the government doesnt let him act on his feelings #so he just has to burn with desire

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🪩discodomino

why isnt there one million fics about them 😭😭😭 #UGH WHYYYY

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⛈️stormscloud

the way yall ship dazzler with every woman she so much as looks at is so annoying no wonder she's locked in the fucking closet yall wont stop speculating about who she has fucked #i hate rpf fans

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🌞wondermaynnnn

do yall think hank beast and wonder man have explored each others bodies

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[danyasblogsblog]

NOW ITS THREE IN THE MORNING…

WRITERS NOTE: this piece is loosely based off an edit on tiktok made by @adoreghvst. i give credit to them for this idea, especially the text messages. please go check out their page as their work is amazing. thanks!!

- after a late night argument, youre out of the house, needing some air away from your military man, who was so protective to the point it felt unfair to you. three in the morning, you realise why he cares so much.

warnings : AAAAHHHDJDHSK SO ANGSTY, reader is drunk, könig crying in front of you, reader gets hit on by a little asshole in the bar

based on the arctic monkeys song, “why do you only call me when you’re high?”

ps i love thinking of könig as a gentle giant and like so protective and loving towards you. thats prolly what all my fics involving könig will be like aha

schatz - darling

liebling - darling (aswell)

bitte - please

ja - yes

ich liebe dich auch - i love you too

mein engel - my angel

hör auf - stop

‘Hello? Don’t ignore me, schatz.’

your phone buzzed in your small purse. you took it out, knowing exactly who was lighting it up. 4 missed calls.

you sighed, putting your phone back. at this point, you were so drunk you couldnt even remember what you and könig were fighting about. all you knew is that it was the 3rd night you and him had been arguing, and you needed a break.

‘why are you so protective, könig? im not your fucking dog, im able to defend myself.’

‘im doing whats best for you, why cant you see that y/n? i do everything for you and youre so ungrateful.’

your heart ached at the memory. you thought of könig alone at home, calling you over and over again, not being able to sleep. you opened up your purse again, checking your phone. 3 more missed calls.

‘I need you, schatz. Please come back home.’

a tear snaked down your cheek. you wiped it away swiftly and put your phone on do not disturb. you needed a break- no matter how badly it hurt you. while putting your phone back into your purse, you dropped it, a thud bouncing in the air because of it. a curse dropped from your mouth. while leaning down to get your phone, a hand reached for it before you.

‘you dropped this.’ you turned your head up to be greeted by the face of a stranger. he held your phone out, beckoning you to take it. you took your phone, shoving it back into your purse with a huff. ‘thanks.’ you muttered, avoiding eye contact with the young man. he invited himself to sit next to you, introducing his name. you sat there, staring into space as his eyebrows furrowed from how you didnt introduce yourself back to him. ‘hello?? are you mute??’

you felt annoyed. this cunt of a man was destroying your alone time, and all the vodka you drank was catching up with you. ‘sorry, im not interested.’ you mumbled, finally locking eyes with the stranger. he went on a rant about how he couldve just taken your phone and ran off with it, but he decided to be a ‘gentleman’ and give it you. your mind went blank. all your thoughts turned to könig, who was probably still calling your phone, hoping you would home soon.

tears pricked at your eyes. ‘what, so you are gonna cry now?’ the man said.

you stood up and left.

your mascara ran down your flushed cheeks, and your whole body churned with pain. the alcohol rushed through your blood as you stumbled out the bar. you called a taxi, pulling out some notes to pay to the driver. you felt your whole body sinking into the backseats. the sound of cars driving past the taxi just made you yearn to go quicker so you could see your boyfriend and apologise to him.

you took your phone out again. 32 missed calls. a pang of guilt hit you.

‘Please, liebling..’

‘I miss you’

‘Im so sorry, schatz.’

you rang könig’s contact, staring at his profile picture - an image of you and him on your one year anniversary.

one ring. you looked up, expecting a few more rings before he would answer. you were slightly surprised when he picked up the phone right before the second ring. ‘schatz, are you okay? where- where are you i can pick you up’ he sniffled. his voice slightly broke, and the thought of könig crying over you made your heart hurt in an indescribable way. you hiccuped.

‘um- i dont know where i am but im in a taxi come- coming home. im so sorry könig im so sorry im so sorry.’ hot tears fell from your eyes, staining your cheeks.

‘liebling, bitte, dont apologise. just come home and sleep and we can- we can talk about it in the morning, ja?’

you felt so much guilt. hearing your boyfriend’s voice break, and listening to him be so wary of you made your heart crack into pieces. god- now you understood why he protected you. that guy in the bar, you were drunk. what could he have done to you if you hadnt left earlier?

‘y/n?’

being entrapped in your thoughts made you forget about the call. ‘okay könig. i lo- love you im so sorry.’

‘ich liebe dich auch, mein engel.’

the phone disconnected. you checked the time, 3:26AM. you left the house at 9. how could you do this to könig? the man who just wanted to protect you from all things bad- the man who just wanted to hold you in his arms and rock you to sleep. your body ached with guilt- and the alcohol ran through your body in a way that made your stomach churn.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

you turned the keys into the hole, desperately missing the warmth of you and könig’s home. the door opened, and you pushed yourself inside.

as soon as könig heard the door open, he ran for you. he held you in a tight embrace- his muscles practically crushing you. ‘im so sorry im so sorry im so sorry im so sorry’ you whispered into his chest. könig could smell the alcohol on you, something you hadnt even been aware of. ‘mein schatz, please stop apologising.. come into bed, engel.’

you broke away from the hug, but you still clinged onto him. your whole body ached. you knew könig could tell, based on the way he swooped you up into his strong arms after watching how you were wobbling and stepping onto his feet. hot tears rained down your cheeks, staining his shirt as you nuzzled your face into his chest. he carried you to your shared bed, settling you down before sitting right next to you.

looking up into his apologetic blue eyes, you could tell he was crying earlier. one thing you know about könig is that he never cries. you knew you had hurt him. you knew what he’d been through, and he had never crumbled talking about it. you knew you did damage. ‘im so sorry’ you mumbled, staring into his hypnotic eyes. ‘liebling, bitte hör auf. go to sleep.’

you closed your eyes, leaning into könig and his scent. he stroked your hair, whispering sweet german words into your ear until you fell asleep.

4:00AM.

[fictionfixations]

what if bridon arc but i pay attention to the times (ep 1) (at least the ones that i can notice since some look like they have something but then i cant make it out so shrug)

im really bad at dates so bear with me here. dates will be added to time when i can see it on that frame but unless stated otherwise just assume theyre following each other in order

23:10 - they hide in the darkroom

23:11 - he pauses before rushing to xiaoshi who is laying on the ground. xiaoshi takes his hand, apologies and tells him 'save them'

00:04 - lu guang is upstairs getting the photo (HE SPENT AN HOUR WITH XIAOSHIS DEAD BODY IM-)

00:05 (09-13) - he goes back in time

17:32 - he ends up back in the past (assumedly. his watch is missing but its the time on the photo)

05:29 (04-12) (it then ticks to 05:30) - bruhs sitting on his bed thinking. his eyes are still gold

05:31 - he puts his hands down

08:00 - xiaoshi is in his bed looking at his phone, at lu guang's contact (google translate tells me xiaoshi tells him that they should play basketball together tomorrow)

when he stops by at the time where he probably helps them paint the building his eyes are normal colored

13:30 (06-09) - xiaoshi is there to take pictures of the main coser (lu guang) of the anime club

12:30 probably..? (next day) - they arrive at the convention

13:34 - they get the kung fu master package (the bag) and qiao ling leaves to get it

14:35 (06-10) - qiao ling exits the line after getting the collector's edition of kung fu master 7

DONT BE SHY SHOW ME THE TIME

15:54 - lu guang gets the display book and opens it

15:55 - hes flipping through it

i cant read this. google translate says it says '13:30 start shooting' so i assume when they start taking pictures at the con

'13:35 separate actions' when qiao ling left to get the game?

'14:45 lost items' assumedly around when qiao ling and miaomiao switch bags (or maybe when she realized they had switched bags?)

'15:55 found the photo' the photo in the display book of her?

15:56 - lu guang says he knows how to find her through divination

15:57 - he tells them to close their eyes, xiaoshi protests but qiao ling says to give it a try

15:59 - hes about to look through the photo

16:00 - he looks (that is 16 right?)

(looking through photo) 14:35 - qiao ling and miaomiao say goodbye and switch bags

22:52 - miaomiao flashback (how do i describe this)

(past) signing event of RanXi Chronicles at 15:00 next saturday?

16:59 (06-10 2019) - xiaoshi talks about adding his divination (if it was real) as a side gig to the studio

17:00 - lu guang says he has to leave, qiao ling tells them to hurry up. he turns back but xiaoshi grabs his wrist and brings him inside

(flashback) 14:50 - vivian getting zhou xun into investing (also same time when he gives her 100k seemingly? or he was thinking it)

7:20 (pm?) - they beg lu guang to do his magic thing (I think? the seconds hand keeps confusing me). lu guang tells them to get out as his condition

next day at 7:20-ish pm - lu guang has their phones on call and puts one in xiaoshi's breast pocket

8 pm - xiaoshi meets vivian who thinks he is zhou xun

21:46 - vivian seemingly texted the bad guy (idk name) that xiaoshi (who she thinks is zhou xun) took the bait (again im using google translate so idk)

??? - vivian says that lu guang could get hurt (as an example, if he wanted to run away if he joined them?)

whatever this time is - vivian pretends to hurt him and has him fake his death

the guys enter the room

revealed vivian betrayed the bad guys, and xiaoshi n lu guang run away

11:30 - zhou xun sees the news of vivian being a suspect (his text to her is about meeting again since he missed it yesterday)

7:20 am (probably, its bright outside) - xiaoshi tells him that he worries about lu guang disappearing. lu guang tells him he can stay in the photo studio. they do the clap that means theyre partners for life

that.. should be it?

[neverthatsirius-jo]

GATHER ROUND!! GATHER ROUND!! NEW MEL STEVE FIC HAS BEEN POSTED? AND WHAT IS THAT? ITS DEDICATED TO SILLY OLD ME? 🥹 AND ITS FRIENDS TO LOVERS??????????? 👹

i saw the notif this morning and to be quite honest i smiled and went back to sleep because i was really tired buT, i read it as soon as i woke back up again. i just wanted to take my time to write the proper reblog it deserves <3

The Christmas lights cover you from head to toe as if you had been decorating yourself in them. His eyes sparkle with amusement, but he keeps his lips in a tight line to stop himself from laughing. 

can’t laugh actually cause that could so easily be me

“You can laugh, it's okay. This is pretty funny.”

“I’m not going to laugh at you, angel.” 

“Laugh with me then.”

love you steve rogers you can laugh at me all you want, please do.

You look over to see Bucky smirking proudly at the sight of his best friend kissing you and Sam making fun of Bucky for not knowing how to take a photo without the flash on. 

HAJRJSHSHH UGH THIS IS TOO CUTE I CANT

So this fluffy fic is my holiday gift to you my dear Jo!! @neverthatsirius-jo ♡ I know how much you adore Steve, so I knew I had to write something for him just for you!!

i’m fangirling so hard rn. and it was the kind of fic i eat right up !! guyys, i love lifee. i love fanficc. i love my mutuals. i love melll 😌✨

loved the scenario (i can’t get the image of steve carrying heavy boxes around my living room out of my head now but that’s besides the point), and the ending with bucky and sam’s teasing IRJEISHRBR I CANT STOP SMILING

this made my entire week and i’ll be thinking about it for days to come. love you, melll <3

Tangled Up In You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Summary: When you and Steve get tasked with decorating the living room of the Avengers Compound, it seems like the perfect opportunity to spend some time with your crush. However, a certain tangled mess of lights would prove to make decorating a bit more difficult than you had anticipated.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning(s): none. pure fluff. established nickname -> angel

Prompt/Event: @the-slumberparty december daze -> putting up christmas lights isn't as easy as it looks

a/n: And the secret is out! ₊˚⊹☆ This little winter drabble event was started because I wanted to do some gift giving for the holiday season. ˚୨୧⋆｡ So this fluffy fic is my holiday gift to you my dear Jo!! @neverthatsirius-jo ♡ I know how much you adore Steve, so I knew I had to write something for him just for you!! Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

main masterlist ♡ || fluffy winter drabbles masterlist ❆

You grumble an incoherence under your breath, stepping back and looking at the piles of cardboard boxes littering the living room of the Avengers Compound. Each one is filled with various holiday decorations you and Steve have been “tasked” adorning the living room with. 

Last night, during the team’s weekly game night, it was decided that the two people who lost the most games by the end of the night would be stuck with the responsibility of decorating the only undecorated room left in the Compound—the living room. 

Unfortunately—or maybe fortunately for you—you and Steve were the two losers of the night. You didn’t mind having to decorate on your day off, and you certainly didn’t mind spending the afternoon with Steve. He was one of your closest friends—a friend you have been secretly crushing on for months. You were hoping that this time together could help you muster up the courage to finally ask him out on a date.

Fingers crossed that, unlike last night, luck would be on your side when asking him. 

While Steve brought in the remaining boxes from the storage room, you were going through each of the cardboard boxes to try and get an idea of what you had to work with. This was your first holiday season at the Compound, so you didn’t have last year's decor to reference back on.

You make your way over to one of the larger cardboard boxes, one whose height goes up to your waist. You notice the word lights scribbled on the side of it in black permanent marker before you open it. Inside, as you expected, are an abundance of Christmas lights. All an extensive tangled web of cords and bulbs. You couldn’t tell how many sets of lights were inside, but you did know whoever stored them previously did so without a care in the world. Now, they were left in a mangled knot you’d have to find the patience to undo.

Maybe luck wasn’t on your side today…

You huff as you begin pulling the strands of lights out of the box. Your eyes go wider by the second as they appear to be never-ending. Almost as if you were pulling the lights from a magician’s hat, yards upon yards of string poured out. It made you wonder if Wanda had enchanted the box for it to have been able to fit so much.

By the time the box was empty, you were in the midst of the pile of lights, carefully trying to make a path by sweeping the cords on the ground with your foot. This backfires on you quickly as the cords end up around your ankles. When you try to free them, your wrists somehow end up joining in on the vine-like restriction.

The pattern of you trying to free yourself from the web of lights only to end up getting more entrapped by them continues until you can no longer discern where you start and where the lights end. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the ridiculous situation you have gotten yourself into.

“I think there’s only—” Steve's words freeze in midair along with himself as he walks into the living room and sees the predicament you’re in. The Christmas lights cover you from head to toe as if you had been decorating yourself in them. His eyes sparkle with amusement, but he keeps his lips in a tight line to stop himself from laughing. 

“Y/n, how did you…?”

“Please help.” 

Embarrassment bubbles within every ounce of you—to say the least—and with no dignified explanation of how you got like this, you look everywhere but at Steve. Staring intently at the ground when he sets down the boxes in his arms and carefully makes his way over to you. 

“I think you took out the lights Tony used last year to outline the roof. That’s why there’s so many of them,” Steve explains kindly as a way to make you feel better, delicately pulling at the lights around your body to find the ones easiest to take off of you first. Your eyes slowly make their way to meet his baby blue ones. Your embarrassment melts away at the gentle way he’s staring at you—no judgment in sight. However, you don’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitch as he holds back a smile.

“You can laugh, it's okay. This is pretty funny.”

“I’m not going to laugh at you, angel.” 

“Laugh with me then.”

The nickname he uses only for you is enough to bring a smile to your face, but when a few light chuckles leave his lips at your permission—your smile widens until your soft laughter joins his.

What happens next will forever be unexplainable to both of you. Somehow, in the midst of trying to untangle you, the string of lights find themselves around Steve’s chest constricting his movement. You try to help him, but you’re not in the best position to. So from here on out, you go back and forth trying to help one another only to end up enveloped further by the lights. 

You both laugh it off until you realize how close the lights have tangled you to each other. If you step any closer you’d be pressed up against Steve, the mere possibility sends your heart racing. Your nerves get the better of you, attempting to step back only to almost slip backward if it weren’t for Steve reaching out to catch you before you did. 

Ultimately, pressing you up against him so you wouldn’t fall. 

“You alright, angel?” He asks you tentatively, scanning you over as if you had fallen. 

You nod slowly, the words getting caught in your throat at his proximity. The scent of his cologne, an earthy spice that is mixed with something that is entirely him fills your senses, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter dreamily.

Your eyes gravitate to his lips and when they do his breath hitches. Your gaze shoots up to meet his and in his pretty blues you swear you see the same desire you hold. 

You’re dying to kiss him, and you think he is too.

Steve’s eyes lock on your lips, and that’s all the confirmation you need to gather the courage to pull him in for a kiss. It starts hesitant, yet sweet, both of you testing the waters of what it feels like to kiss one another. It doesn’t take long for Steve to deepen the kiss, wanting to pour his feelings for you out in the open. The dilemma of the lights is long forgotten as the kiss consumes all of your thoughts. 

The snapping sound of a phone camera isn’t enough to break the kiss, but the flash that follows it is. You look over to see Bucky smirking proudly at the sight of his best friend kissing you and Sam making fun of Bucky for not knowing how to take a photo without the flash on. 

“Seriously, you two?” Steve shakes his head at his friends, his cheeks rosy with a hint of bashfulness at the way his best friends are acting. You can feel your face getting hot as well, knowing there was no way you were ever going to live down getting tangled up in Christmas lights with Steve. 

As for the picture of the kiss…you were definitely going to ask Bucky for a copy later.

When you tune back into their conversation, Sam has a shit-eating grin on his face, “You should make that this year's Christmas card.” 

“Sam!”

You giggle at Sam’s teasing and at Steve’s attempt at scolding him. Steve seems mortified until he notices the way you don’t seem to mind the teasing. He stares at you with a fond expression, wanting more than anything to be alone with you again.

“Don’t you two have chores to do? Y/n and I are kind of busy here,” Steve motions to the web of lights that cover you and him from head to toe. Despite that, the twinkle of mischief in Sam’s eyes tells you he’s not done with either of you yet. 

“Kissing or decorating?”

“Sam!”

After a few more rounds of teasing that leave Steve wondering when the earth will swallow him whole, Sam and Bucky finally retreat—leaving him alone with you once more.

“I’m sorry about that. I’ll make it up to you angel—I promise,” Steve apologizes to you, an endearing embarrassment on his features. You shake your head with a soft smile, intending to tell him not to worry about it until an idea pops into your head. 

“How about you make it up to me tomorrow? We can check out that new coffee place down on Orchard if you’d like,” you suggest, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you await his answer. He lights up at your suggestion, “I’d love to. It’s a date then?” That last part comes out as a whispered question, wondering if you’d see it the same way he did. 

“It’s a date,” you confirm, moving against the restricting lights enough to place a soft kiss on his cheek. 

So it seems luck was on your side all along after all.

[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

i cannot express how much i adore the dinner scene in 1x01. i think about it constantly. theres so much covert queercoding for mike that it literally drives me crazy.

the fact that just a bit before this we have the scene with joyce and hop where they imply that they are scared that will has been a victim of a gay hate crime. and throughout the season its implied over and over and no one really seems to give a shit. not even lucas and dustin. they care about will DEEPLY ofc but the fact that most ppl are expecting him to be dead and killed bc hes gay doesnt seem to bother them? the scene where troy is bullshitting about will in the gym they both just stand there, they dont make any move to stop him or call him out. no one does (this isnt me calling lucas and dustin bad ppl or not allys or wtv but u get the point).

mike however does give a shit. he gives QUITE A FEW shits.

in the dinner scene mike is clearly distressed about his friend. which is a perfectly heterosexual thing to do. in general. however hes not straight so its gay when he does it. ANYWAYS. he is clearly distressed about it but his entire family is completely unconcerned. nancy is preoccupied and doesnt give a shit. hollys a baby. ted is well ted. and karen. i need to talk about karen for a sec.

karen ADRESSES that she thinks something bad happened to will by telling nancy she cant go to barbs house until will is found. however she acts very dismissive of wills situation in general. im sure she was worried for him but she does it (or at least expresses it) is a very passive way. she is not focused on will being missing or what may have happened to him, just the fact that something bad happened in general to a person in hawkins.

the fact is, besides mike, karen is the only one worried at all. and shes not even close to matching mikes energy in the slightest.

when mike mentions steve, the conversation is totally derailed from will. as if it wasnt an important conversation in the first place.

nancy storms off. and ted. oh ted you son of a bitch. ted says the classic

"you see what happens"

line. and what a line it is. due to all of the references prior to this and the fact that most ppl believe that somehting bad happened to will. its not hard to see that ted is once again referring to will being hate crimed.

you see what happens when youre gay? bad things happen to you. and then everyone you care about is just inconvenienced. theyre lives are disrupted.

karen glances at ted, clearly understanding what he means. and mike does too.

"what happens when what"

hes not asking. hes angry. and you can just see the exasperation on mikes face the whole scene

why is it not weird for will to go missing. why is no one surprised that something mad happened to him. why is no one else frantic to get him back. why is no one else worried about will. why is it considered normal for this to happen. why arent ppl upset like he is. just bc ppl think will is gay? that makes it all make sense? bullshit.

mike storms downstairs and calls lucas. when trying to convince him to come look for will his argument is the fact that will took a risk to help the party when he could have protected himself. but he didnt.

mike knows what ppl think happened to will. if he just thought will was lost or something looking for him wouldnt be a risk. it would just be an opportunity to find him. but he calls it a risk. will sacrificed something to protect the party (mike) when he could have saved himself from all that suffering. but he didnt. and now mike will do the same for him.

[iinterstellaarr]

happy late holidays!!

being under the mistle toe with satoru is certainly an experience.

satoru has always been… dramatic, maybe with a hint of corny, and being under the mistle toe was not about to change that about him.

he had invited everyone over to his house after work for a “holiday party” although the turn out was only you, him, nanami, shoko, and a few of his other colleagues who may or may not have pitied him.

all in all, the music filled the awkward gaps of silence and it was going well. there was a small bundle of mistle toe that hung above the door to his kitchen that everyone was avoiding like the plauge. even when two people were stuck under it, they’d nod curtly at each other or quickly shuffle away.

satoru, on the other hand, was stood under it and staring at you like a hawk. almost like he was waiting for the second you wanted another drink because lord knew you’d need another one if you wanted to deal with satoru.

“are you gonna guard the kitchen all night or is this like a password situation?” you half joked as satoru watched you from the doorway

“oh please, don’t let me stop you!” he pointed into the kitchen and you sighed, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. you try to shuffle past him, only to be stopping in your tracks with satorus long legs blocking you from going further

“oh no! well would you look at that!” he smiled widely and you scoffed playfully as he acted like this wasn’t completely set up.

you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “you really think im gonna fall for this?”

satoru grin only widened, “oh, come on. its tradition. cant leave the mistletoe unappreciated!” he said, as if he were the star of some holiday romcom. he leaned a little closer, as if the space between you wasnt already small enough“you know what they say about traditions.”

“yeah, i think they also say only if you want to,” you teased. but as soon as you spoke, you realized how close he was. and how much he wasn’t backing down.

satoru tilted his head slightly, pretending to consider your words, but his playful smirk never faltered. satorus eyes were so intense on you. you were under the mistletoe, and there was something about the way he was looking at you now. like a dare you just couldn’t quite refuse.

“just one.” he added, the words a challenge as much as an invitation.

“this is ridiculous.” you playfully scoffed

“maybe,” he said, his grin softening just a little, “but you like it.” he leaned in just enough for you to feel his breath, and the rest of the party felt like it was miles away when his piercing blue eyes fell on your lips for just a second

you took a deep breath. it was the holidays. why not?

“fine… only one,” you said, finally relenting, and stepped closer.

he leaned in, his lips brushing yours lightly. a soft, teasing touch that left the air between you charged. tt was quick, but there was something undeniably real about it.

satoru pulled back, his smile turning a little smug. “see? nothing to it.”

you shook your head, a mix of exasperation and something else more electric bubbling up. “im going to get you for this, just wait.”

he chuckled, stepping aside as if he hadn’t just completely shattered your ability to think clearly.

“i’m sure you will.”

you knew it was just a tradition, but satorus perseverance and playful smirk had you looking forward to when everyone else cleared out and it was just you, and his azure eyes that always took your breath away.

[writinqfever]

change of plans 𝜗𝜚

previous part here!

summary: when sarah gets involved in your plan, you make some slight changes to it, and invite someone new to help.

warnings: none (not proofread)

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you had been trapped in your house for two days since you’d snuck out. your dad was being unusually strict recently.. anyway, your plan was due to happen today, so you had to run through it.

1. john b would come and work his shift like usual with your dad helping outiside

2. you’d make a distraction and john b would sneak inside

3. both of you would get inside the study and search for information about denmark tanny

4. john b would borrow whatever he needed and leave.

that was it! pretty simple, but you just had to be very careful. your dad wasn’t the biggest fan of pogues. john b’s shift was due to start at 2:30pm, and it was currently 1:25. you texted him anxiously once more.

you: john b, do you understand the plan? we cant mess this up, okay?

john b: for the last time, y/n, i’ve got it. we’ll be fine.

you stayed in your room for the majority of the day, waiting. however, as the clock on your wall ticked to 2:00pm, you became more restless. you’d agreed with john b that he would text you at 2 to tell you he was on his way. you checked your phone, but there was no notification from him in your notifications centre. over the next two minutes you began checking over and over again, but nothing.

he’s bailed on me. probably to embarrass me, right? you thought. you sighed, wishing you’d known better than to try and help. you lay on your bed, suddenly feeling very sleepy. you closed your eyes and drifted off into a sleep..

you were awoken by a pained yell coming from the study. you immediately sat up, thinking the worst. what if john b had come a little late and your dad found him? what if your dad was hurting him?!

you rushed upstairs, ready to shout at your dad to stop, but when you burst into the study, you found a peculiar sight. your sister was tending to john b’s bleeding wound on his stomach. you cleared your throat as they both looked at you.

“what happened?! why were you not here? i thought you bailed on me!” you said, exasperated, forgetting your sister was right there.

john b smirked and then winced as sarah dabbed onto his wounds once more.

“you seem to care a lot as someone i barely know.”

“i’m just confused. i thought my dad was beating you up or something. why are you hurt?”

john b opened his mouth, but sarah was quicker. she explained how the cops had come to take him away, and he’d made a ran for it. he tripped over in the commotion and sarah had helped him out, taking him back here to help clean him up.

“but what’s this plan you’re talking about?” she said, curiously.

“look, i have to get to chapel hill sarah. the less you know the better okay?” john b spoke up.

“sarah told you all this information already?” you asked him, surprised.

“i-uh, yeah. she said she could get me into chapel hill. i need to go, now.”

“okay then im coming with you.” sarah said immediately.

“no.”

“yes.”

“one last mission, and then i’m out of this dirty, dirty game.” she said, half sarcastically.

she slapped his injury, as john b groaned, before leaving the room. jb looked at you, as you shrugged.

“i mean, i dont wanna miss out on this. besides, i did try to help you. cmon, lets go!” you say enthusiastically.

john b huffed, following behind you as you both headed downstairs. you got into your sisters car, and sarah looked at you as you sat in the passenger seat.

“you’re coming?”

“yes, and you can’t stop me.” i said firmly.

“no, its not that. its just… we both need chaperones. it’s weird if it’s all three of us separately. i mean, this is chapel hill we’re talking about.”

she was right. but who could you go with? topper would snitch, and so would the other pogues you knew. kelce was absolutely a no go, and of course you couldn’t go with your brother-

“i know just the guy. sarah, follow my directions.” john b stated from the backseat.

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as sarah pulled up outside the chateau, you had a sinking feeling. you knew what john b was going to do.

“john b, no.”

“what?”

“im not going there with jj as my chaperone. i’d rather just go home.”

“what, why?”

“he probably hates me! he’ll snitch.”

john b snorted, genuinely amused by your sentence.

“clearly you know nothing about jj.”

before you could protest, he hopped out of the car and headed towards the unlocked house. you could hear him calling his friend’s name, and soon, the brown haired boy walked out with his blond haired friend.

jj casually got into the backseat next to john b.

“so, what’s in this for me?” he asked, rubbing his hands together and smirking.

“money.” sarah stated, as you turned to look at her, shocked.

“sarah! we’re not giving him money!” you hissed.

“this will be fun, an adventure. i mean, what kooks get to do this, eh? just let loose a little okay?” she whispered back.

you knew she was right, and you sat back in your seat as sarah continued driving to the dock. you may as well make the most of this trip.”

“uh, you know we can hear you guys right?” jj spoke up from behind you. your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“oh shut up jj.” your sister retorted.

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guys ive been so busy over the christmas holidays eeek!! my posting schedule is way off. i hope you enjoyed this short but sweet chapter (sabrina ref), and i’ll be posting again soon! i also wanted to add that although it seems rigut now that im following the obx storyline, i will make some original chapters and scenarios that arent in the series.

[luminique]

Lighter x Reader, but it’s doomed. By that I mean the relationship is impossible. Lighter just can't open up, he just can't bear losing one more and being used like the debt collectors used him. So he made a vow to not make deep connections to spare himself the pain of loss. He cares about the Sons of Calydon, he says that it’s just a basic level friendship, but they’re like family to him. He denies it, but once he realizes, he’ll shut himself out. The same happens to his and the reader's relationship, and the reader can't stop it, they’re helpless. No matter how hard they try to help, Lighter’s walls are too built up, too hard to break down. If the relationship gets started, which I doubt it will, will just be constant stress for the reader, constant arguments about Lighter shutting himself out and not making an attempt to heal, and constant pain on both sides. No matter how much they love each other, pain will get in the way.

Can you tell this is based on Ekko and Jinx’s relationship and the song “Ma Meilleure Ennemie” from Arcane?

ooh this one hits a little close to home as i used to be someone that couldn’t handle letting my walls down for another to come in and love me. i don’t have much to add on, in all honesty.

but i can completely see this happening and a part of me does wish that he actually interacted with us (proxy) like this in game. i know we heard his deepest secrets and all but i do think that lighter loves really slowly. the slowest burn of the century and it isn’t really his fault. trauma responses and all, he doesn’t want it to happen again.

i do think lighter genuinely has care and love for you. it’s just the fear of loving and losing, he cant just make empty promises when he knows that he’ll go back to bad habits again. so he’d much rather spare you of it all, he believes he’s difficult to love in that way. he knows that being with you is painful and definitely not good for the both of you, he really does want to heal himself but maybe not all wounds can be healed by the love of another.

it’s hard actually to write for lighter and not feel the need to write a slowburn. maybe i should do one, idk if people would like it though. thank you for this and i haven’t kept up with arcane but i shall assume that this is the general meaning of the song.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Pomni, Gangle, Jax, and Ragatha x Confident/Clueless Reader who both wanders off from the group during adventures, and during any type of conflict like a boss fight they just run into battle like the Leeroy Jenkins meme

Various TADC characters x confident and clueless!reader

I miss old fandom energy sighs. Everyone's way too serious now... I think we'd all heal a little if we drew our faves with the leeroy Jenkins meme

Characters: ragatha, pomni, gangle, jax

Notes: reader is gn, short post, reader is not very bright but they love you anyway

CWs: none

RAGATHA

calls after you, and will run after you the first few times before deciding to stay behind until you learn your lesson of "dont run into weird settings or to the baddies!" but you never really learn... or maybe you think that this time will be different and you can deck the evil wizard threatening to turn you into beans or whatever the hell caines cooked up that specific day

will gently correct you if you attempt to say that you won- you in fact did not win... internally shes kind of just... hmm... but you make up for the stress in normal day to day life that she cant stay mad at you for long

at least she tends to your momentarily bruised ego when the adventure is over... after scolding you

GANGLE

has tried to grab and stop you but because shes so light she gets dragged across the ground as you keep running into danger.... never again- never tries to physically hinder you like that again

cannot bring herself to watch you get hurt like that, will cover her eyes and look away until the thrashing and chaos stops, and even then shes not sure she has the courage to come to your side out of fear that the threat isnt actually over

and when its not a villain npc posing a threat? youve jumped out of moving vehicles before or jumped into ominous voids without giving it much thought

cannot handle the constant anxiety, but shes too soft spoken and pushover-y to speak up about it :(

POMNI

please... dont... shes already trying to get used to the circus and what to expect, and she knows that youll make it through the other side thanks to your digital body... but thats not going to stop her from wincing when the big bad grabs you by the leg and starts flinging you around

your confidence greatly drowns out her lack of it- shes cautious and tries to take things slower to avoid danger, and then theres... you... and you sometimes accidentally drag her along with you... and sometimes not

youre simply trying to help her put herself out there...! even if the outcome isnt the best for the two of you all the time...

will run after you when you bolt into danger, though...

JAX

honestly he thinks its really funny- and he will be encouraging you to go run into every sign of danger in every adventure that has it- cue your belongings and other assorted items rolling and flinging across the screen while youre getting your ass beat

hes... almost impressed with how ballsy you are sometimes, you are the walking definition of fuck around and find out- whether it be for better or worse

will make bets and dares with you to see how far youre willing to go just to go try to get something done.... someone may need to step in to put a stop it to. oddly enough theres no real malice to it, at least after you guys get closer... its mostly morbid curiosity and the confidence of "well you cant die or get hurt in the digital world" talking

[qoldenskies]

On that note, it fucks me up imagining that the Krang situation would make his brothers come to the bone-chilling conclusion that like, oh, Raph actually has a lot more strength than even they might have been aware of. Like I write Leo in particular after the movie as realizing that Raph has very much been purposefully holding himself back in combat situations, because he knows exactly how much damage he could do with that amount of weight and strength on his side.

Like, okay, you could say that it's born from them having to learn that sort of tactic in order to take him down in sparring, but it really says a lot when Leo's fight against him in the movie is mostly Leo either borderline desperately going on defense or just getting flung around like a ragdoll. Like bro gets fucking thrown through a pillar at one point.

honestly there's so much angst potential with them being newly aware of what raph is capable of; raph has been gentle with them his WHOLE LIFE, or at least for most of it (im sure he learned through experience, but they were all so young, yknow). like he's rough sometimes but other than grabbing them suddenly or a little "get it together" whack over the head, he's NEVER used that kind of strength on them. he's extremely careful not to

and the idea of this new awareness, from leo especially, making him wary at least in a subconscious sense would be fucked uppp like. leo would NEVER be scared of raph, he knows raph would never do shit like that to him consciously and i think the idea of hurting raph's feelings would push him to make that clear (because leo cares about about not hurting raph's feelings) but it cant stop instinctual reactions. raph squeezes his shoulder a little too hard and he just flinches when he never did. he moves too fast and leo jumps or cringes back. he doesnt let himself be held so effortlessly anymore

and the whole time he's apologizing and telling raph he doesn't actually mean that, god NEVER. raph came away more fucked up from the kraang than leo did and its unfair that this is a "conflict" (its not) they're dealing with. but to raph it just feels so hollow; he suddenly feels so horrible about himself. he's been aware of his strength his whole life but now it just feels like he's fundamentally failed somehow in his vow not to use it, even though it was never his fault. every time leo freezes when he steps forward a little too fast hurts like a physical blow. the reassurances only make him feel worse, because he's worried they're just empty because leo doesn't want to hurt him.

somehow my brain went to A team angst tangent sorry about that

[shitsecurityguards]

ok i think "hate" is an understatement, detest is what i was trying to get at. I dont know if you have seen any other rebornica comics other than the uhh one where he screams or something because of pink wednesday, but I dont think he would be instantly comfortable from just a silly lil compliment (Uhm, from other rebornica comics that i have found, he seems to not only scream and hiss, but he also hides in a dark corner for the whole day and is needed to be held by 2 people so they can get him to go to work and stop whining abt the color blegghgh, he just seems too uncomfortable with it and idk if that can be fixed by something so simple). Im not saying ur interpretation is wrong, in fact, i love ur characterization of the characters (mostly), but this is just kinda like taking a big part of his character that makes him so silly. Why cant u just replace the color with,,, idk blue. (???? im sorry if i sound rude, im just too into keeping some recognizable character traits (which in this case is vincent detesting the color pink) :-[

okay a few points

1. there is art of him with pink on where he isnt freaking out (and yes according to the art archive that is vincent not vendetta). yeah in the second one hes not happy but hes not losing his mind

2. this is literally all the pink hes wearing

its an i <3 boobies bracelet which is a scene staple imo and very in character for him to wear and a belt with some pink on it?? its not entirely pink and also he owns other belts and bracelets lmao he doesnt wear this every single day

3. its my au hes gonna be a little different from the og if everything was exactly the same it wouldnt be my au. sorry if vincent hating wearing pink as a major color in his outfit but being alright with very small amounts on his accessories upsets you but i feel like thats not a huge thing to change about his character. again i myself dont like wearing a lot of pink especially bright pink it makes me very miserable but id be okay with small amounts if it fit my aesthetic because its not the main color. pink is obv a very big part of scene fashion so i think hed just have to take the L sometimes and wear it

4. him hating pink was not immediately fixed by the end of that comic he just was able to suck it up and wear it because of the compliment. also idk how to put this without it sounding silly but whatever he loves my s/i very much and what they say impacts him a lot compared to the other guards so if they tell him he looks cute in pink he will be too happy to be 100% a pissy asshole about it (his emotions are very extreme and switch up very quickly, but his adoration conquers all <3)

all this is to say no im not gonna change it i think he can bear to put on a pink i <3 boobies bracelet and pink and black checkered belt every so often

[kimbapchan]

I'm sorry to have done this joke the first time i read a page of your comic where Reverse SQX were. It was just a joke and i never think about it again. I really love the way you drawn him and i love to see the difference between your version and the canon version. You really created a awesome character. Now i feel very bad to have done this joke so i erased it from the comments where i had wrote it and replaced it by something better, while writing comments that i had forget to write before on some page. I love writing comments.

I really love your reverse TGCF, you have so much cool ideas and design and i love to reread it again and again.

Its alright, I was fully aware and wasn't hurt about the nie huaisang jokes at first. They were just jokes and I shouldnt take them to heart. But it just started bothering me when ALL I see regarding SQX's reversed design is 'NHS this' 'NHS that' it kinda disgouraged me from drawing him or showing him often in the AU.

I get it, yellow black motif with fan. He needed to be yellow black because he's trying to disguise himself as the earth master. His real outfit is black and green and silver. Buutttttt then all i saw in the comments is that he's SQQ or ZZL. soooo I felt defeated regarding his design. I dont know how else to get ppl to stop comparing him to other characters.

But anyways, i still enjoyed SQX's design. It's one of my faves, I just got super annoyed that a top voted comment is about some person complaining that 'oh i cant tell who is who, i HAD to read the comments to find out'.

I'm mostly okay now, thankyou and I appreciate your message and please dont feel pressured to change your comment on AO3! really! It's my personal hangup that I couldnt take the joke properly. I feel a better now, and would just block the more malicious ppl who comment on my stuff. You meant no harm in your comment. :)

[milkshakeworm]

great idea i had for a fic:

when jayce's around 26, he and Viktor are testing out some new way to contain the crystals' energy when a fuse blows up and the prototype explodes. this was pretty standard for them, so Viktor doesn't really react to the explosion apart from the original finch and blowing out a breath. He lets out his usual "you alright?" not even looking at jayce as he dusts himself down

jayce doesn't reply.

he's face down on the ground, unmoving. That is the worst day of Viktor's life.

A big chunk of the frame had hit him square in the jaw but the impact against the ground had been what had knocked him out. The doctors said it took them two hours to fish out all the crystal fragments off his face and neck, said that there might be some still under his skin, but that they were not harmful.

jayce sleeps for two weeks and three days.

he wakes up on a Tuesday. Viktor is working, sitting on a chair by the window, just beside him. He has not slept for days. One second he is reading his notes and the next he's glancing at his partner to find him sitting up, eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. Viktor puts his notes aside and straightens his back, ready to stand up, but the movement startles jayce so bad a finch almost knocks him off the bed. When he locks eyes with Viktor he looks terrified, like a bunny in front of a wolf. Then they relax. Then Viktor could swear he can see grief in them.

jayce throws himself off the bed, towards Viktor, falls to his knees trying to stand up and crawls his way so, so quickly towards him. Jayce collapses over Viktor's lap, clinging to him and mumbling things Viktor cant make out.

with a shaky hand, Viktor hugs him back. It scares the shit out of him.

and after that we have a like, Victor Frankenstein and Henry Clerval kind of situation in which, it is explained throughout the fic (to a reader that understands this because of the events of the show, but not to viktor) that when he was unconscious jayce had been trapped in one, or maybe more, of the bad realties like the one from ep 7.

jayce is so distraught from what he has seen inside the arcane he spends the summer bedridden, he suffers from night terrors and fevers (ejem ejem Frankenstein ep5 BUT jayce is victor and viktor is henry and not the other way around because how FUN is that change of dynamics??) and Viktor takes care of him.

i think a good way to end this would be a scene where jayce asks Viktor something like "you are still working on hextech, aren't you?" and with a heavy heart Viktor replies that he is. Jayce tells him that he does not want him to, but its said with no energy, melancholically. Viktor goes on about how he would make sure that the things jayce saw would NEVER happen. Jayce just looks..... defeated. He says that he cannot stop Viktor and then the reader understands that jayce, truly does not have the strength to stop Viktor OR to leave Viktor. so he just. stays. knowing.

and they repeat the cycle all the same, and they have the same exact ending.

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 11

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: Suggestive

Word Count: 1024

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Established relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. I wrote this a while back and stewed on it, but I guess I'm posting it so it stops sitting in my drafts for 500 years, until I forget and come back to be like ??? tf was I working on?

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus enjoys training with you. If he treats your training in earnest, you respond in kind, determined and focus. As a hunter you want to be good, you want to be capable, you want to be best placed to help people.

However he feels about hunters in general, he knows your drive comes from a determination to help.

There are times, however, that you let the competitive spirit snarl. That's his favourite. Watching you throw yourself at him, determined to knock him on his ass. It's a part of you that stays consistent, and he sees it most when he teases you, when he takes your challenge too lightly. When he pushes you the right way.

When he says you can't do something.

You become determined to prove him wrong.

You always prove him right in one regard, looking at you with your arm pressed into his throat, legs locked. You're as much a dragon as he is.

"So what do I win?"

You gloat, smug, and he flips the two of you, pressing all his weight in. Amused to hear the little wheezed gasp, as he does so. "Did you win?" He holds himself up on his elbows then, nose against yours. Gleaming eyes sharp but not harsh.

He blinks as you blow in his right eye, and pulls back a little bit, a gasp pulling out of his throat. You follow him though, and bite his nose. "Misbehaving little kitten."

Your laugh shoots him through the heart, but you press your advantage, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling. He can taste you on lips already, leaning in to you. His hand plants next to your head, other reaching for you, but you intercept it. Grabbing him, canting your hips up, against his.

Sylus doesn't think of himself as a needy man. He's had no problems controlling himself in any situation. You have a habit of walking his ideals back, in a way he loves and hates.

For a moment, he feels you against him, and his hips jerk, seeking you out more. A growl deep in his throat. Hand by your head clawing at the ground...

Before you flex again, leg wrapping around him, bite his neck and roll.

His undignified 'oomph', is one thing, he commends you anytime you best him (though he would rather you not use methods like that with just anyone), but the disappointed little whine he feels escape him, is another.

This time you don't pin him, you relax and rest your arms over his chest, crossed, and your chin rests on them to watch him. He stares up at the ceiling, huffs once, and then levels you with an irritable look.

"So my prize?"

You're so smug, wearing a smirk he knows is an impression of him. All canines. He loves you, irritable little kitten that you are, because you're as smart as you are curious. As feisty as you are gentle.

As warm as you can be cold.

"I don't remember offering one, what would you like?" Because how could he deny you anything, when all he wants in this world and the next, is to gift you every treasure so you can't think of anything but him when you see your own home in decor.

You tap your chin with a finger, then reach over to tap his nose, "I want..." you pause and hold him there. Over the precipice, as you enjoy to do, knowing his patience is nigh infinite for you. "You to read a book to me."

He blinks, not sure what he expected, but he's learned if he expects anything with you he'll be surprised and shocked more than he's not. Sometimes he cannot understand what goes through your head, though he thinks that could be part of the joy of knowing you.

Even if it does often result in you blurting out something with very little context.

"A book?"

"Yep."

He blows a little bit of hair out of your eyes, resting his hand on your waist and trying to ignore how thrown off his pace he is. A second ago he wanted to devour you. Well. He always does, if you're around, if you're not. He always wants to sate his hunger. Even if it's just burying his nose into your skin and inhaling.

"What book?"

You push yourself up, ungracefully. This time your smile is yours, excited and ready to drag him along again. You're sweaty and you're tired but he's opened a door to another of your interests and now you won't be able to focus until you show him.

He loves little else than allowing you to talk or share. He's record every word if he could.

You barely wait for him to follow, racing off to where his bookcase is, to where you've begun to place your own. Somehow, when he'd offered, he'd gained a bigger reaction than when he made an entire room up for you. Or cleared out space in the closet in his.

As he enters his own room... your room, because truly isn't this whole base yours now, you thrust a book into his arms.

He barely sees the cover before he's being dragged to the bed, arranged how you like, and then unceremoniously sat on.

Sylus exhales and pulls you into his arms properly, brackets you, and rests his chin on your shoulder so he can open Stardust in front of you.

It's well worn and even though the pages haven't been folded, they're greying at the edges. He can tell you've owned it for years. You tilt your head so you can look at him as he starts, chest vibrating against your back and his deep voice lulling you into a calm it's impossible not to relax into.

He has no idea if he's reading it right, if he's supposed to pull voices out of a hat, if you're even going to enjoy his rendition, but your nose nuzzles against his cheek and you close your eyes as he recites words he knows you know off by heart... and he doesn't think too hard about it.

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HELLO, LICH DEFENDERS! thank you for responding, there're a lot so i'm just gonna file responses here to look at easier when i search for it, you do not have to respond to my replies, no pressure :}

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@boeing-787 said: hi, it’s me. i romanced emmrich first and i chose the lich path. when the stats got released and people were talking abt the lich choice being like, i think was it 27% of people picked? and how those people cant be trusted? like shuuuuuuut uuuuuuuuuuup

that's one of the things i got soo shocked by, when those stats were released and i went to look at it once i completed the game.. i was sure it would be a closer match between the two. i think it really boils down to many emmrichmancers finding that option gross when it's really just a choice he has been working towards all his life? i feel there's a lot of infantalising him for his decision and want, when he's a grown ass man in his 50s who has known and studied this for years

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@13skeletons said: i chose lich first! and then played through the ending again to see the other route. I like Manfred, but the lich route is soooo good and so unique. (and it’s the skeleton sex route eheheehheh). anyway i follow someone who has written some really good pro lich route posts. let me find a link / ok here’s one meta: tumblr.com/veilkee… and that person has a few about his lich route in its tags. it actually changed its pfp to lich!emmrich when all the anti lich discourse got too irritating. / also the idea of him finding another partner and being mad about it is so fucking laughable to me. like, he seriously expects you to dump him before he goes through the rites. he tries to hide his face from you during the final romance scene. do these people really think he’d ever open up to someone again? He’s afraid he’ll mourn you forever!!!!! Sorry I’m not normal about him. His lich route is some of the most tragically romantic shit bioware has ever given us / also. also. acting like it’s selfish to accept that death is a part of life, even for spirits? uhhhh (just remembered a post that acted like he couldn’t possibly still love rook afterwards because his heart is gone. love is stored in the blood pump, you see.)

thank you for the link from other lichmancers, that's good, gonna check it out in a bit. and yesss i've seen that post you mentioned too i think about like... how emmrich can't possibly feel anymore, be it love or compassion or whatever for rook and others. and i think this is flat out a false reading of the game when they literally tell you he holds all his same opinions and feelings, just without the flesh?? they're acting like lichdom steals away your soul or something to become a mechanical unfeeling being

the thing about being selfish about manfred is sooo crazy to me cos i felt the opposite of what most people who bring back manfred felt in that it's emmrich accepting a spirit's death! after being bright and brilliant and sacrificing himself for a mission! if anything, blindly bringing manfred back is what makes it sound like emmrich is not ready to accept death as a part of life

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@corvidexoskeleton said: I didn’t like the lich path at first tbh, but when i did my second playthrough and romanced him, i did the lich path, and now ive actually changed my opinion on it. I find it extremely interesting and compelling, but so many people are too caught up in bitching about it 😭😭😭

i see! yes i totally get how the first playthrough may make an emmrichmancer pick the non-lich route, but it really is a compelling arc for him as a character with purpose, using his skills and interest. even in the romance section, there's so much left. i've seen so many posts bitching about it i got so annoyed at my recced stuff lol like please stop acting like it's some disgusting option to choose damn

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amalstra said: I hate people saying it’s a cop-out and running from his fear of death….like did you miss the part where he literally has to DIE to become a lich? How is that not facing it? On top of that he has to face manfreds death so…ya hes facing it.

exactlyyyyy i reeeeally don't get that reasoning cos it's straight up lying about what the game is trying to tell you. like what do u mean he's afraid and not facing it.. that's literally the opposite of what it means to becoming a lich. he perfectly understands he's gonna outlive people he loves, and he accepts death, but he stands for a greater cause and what he deems important in his culture??? if fans are just sad manfred died and want him back they should just admit that lmafafo instead of coming up with shit that's not true

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@ianuarius said: Love the Lich route as much as the Mortal one, personally. As it is, I enjoy it, though I do worry about how his character would grapple and handle with the death of those beloved by him. There’s nice touches, ofc, such as the dialogue with him and Harding about how she may be immortal now in some fashion and they can be friends forever. But I do think how the other backgrounds outside MW are handling that he is functionally immortal and that they do not have this option in the future. / Unless, I suppose the Lich Lords aren’t all specifically of the MW? And may offer them the chance with some convincing? But we know so little of them, currently. And, for Emmrich, I think that while he may have passed through death, he doesn’t yet quite deal with his fear of death but transfer it to Rook. Fears like that aren’t so easy to break, so I think it does just find a different form to take. If not taken care of, properly, I can see his love becoming unhealthy and toxic, which is… yeah. / But, on the other hand, he also has potential to surpass it with help and time. And, I just, currently wonder what all he’s meant to do and more as a Lich Lord other than broadly protect the order of things. Lots of grand promises in this route that makes me wonder what else may be revealed about these guys.

hmmm i see... i guess i don't think of it as a bad thing, that he has to watch those he loves die, the same way i don't think it's unhealthy or toxic with his love. but that's mostly cos i don't see the scenario of someone you love dying in their full age as something to fight or rage against, and iirc there's dialogue with lucanis where he's happy to constantly learn and experience new things, but that's not without to say he won't mourn those who pass on before him. i suppose i see him as a character who is interested and awash with experiencing new things, people, feelings, that lichdom isn't something i see for him as tragic, but freeing.

but yeeess i think there's a lot to explore with and without the mourn watch background with this. i don't think the game gives enough with this choice, but then it's like you said it's a route less travelled and we don't know much about it yet. will be nice to get some meaty info about these lich lords and their general lifestyles

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@trickster-in-training said: My 1st romance with him was the non-lich path, and I thought it was very sweet! My next Rook will be a MW lich romancer. I’m excited to see how it plays out. I don’t think there’s a “right” or “wrong” choice, just different flavors of an experience.

niceee, i hope you have fun with the lich route, especially with a mw!rook, i think it could open up a lot of dialogue or at least understanding of his choices due to shared culture and affections. same, i really don't see it as good/bad, but i do get the feeling a lot of fandom sees the lich route as... less than, surely, because they're uncomfortable with concepts of death and immortality in romance.

okay in my esteemed authority as a lucanismancer acknowledging we have the most annoying fanbase, it seems the second most annoying fanbase are emmrichmancers who are soo anti-lichdom. i liked a few emmrich romance posts and then tumblr was reccing so many other posts by those who hate the idea of him being a lich, calling it selfish or disgusting and being mad he'll outlive rook, potentially finding another partner, etc, when of course, lichdom is his lifelong dream and has a lot of themes of nobleness in service, archiving, respecting, and protecting culture, in nevarra

there must be emmrichmancers who chose the lichdom path romance, i know it. i wish they were more outspoken (or maybe i just haven't seen any on my dash) and i'd love to see their ideas more on this love. it's the choice i chose for him, and found it very fulfilling and whole. but almost all emmrichmancers i've seen tumblr reccing me sound childish as f about it being the ''bad'' choice, getting their undies in a twist about it and they're the ones more vocal about it when lich!emmrich is so rich with love, respect, and faith, in the concepts history, the dead, knowledge.. there's a sacred reverence to it that blind childish lichdom haters do not seem to want to engage in conversation with i'm just irritated every time i see some bs on my dash