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[james-spooky]

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

The true, tactical significance of Project 2025

TODAY (July 14), I'm giving the closing keynote for the fifteenth HACKERS ON PLANET EARTH, in QUEENS, NY. Happy Bastille Day! NEXT SATURDAY (July 20), I'm appearing in CHICAGO at Exile in Bookville.

Like you, I have heard a lot about Project 2025, the Heritage Foundation's roadmap for the actions that Trump should take if he wins the presidency. Given the Heritage Foundation's centrality to the American authoritarian project, it's about as awful and frightening as you might expect:

https://www.project2025.org/

But (nearly) all the reporting and commentary on Project 2025 badly misses the point. I've only read a single writer who immediately grasped the true significance of Project 2025: The American Prospect's Rick Perlstein, which is unsurprising, given Perlstein's stature as one of the left's most important historians of right wing movements:

https://prospect.org/politics/2024-07-10-project-2025-republican-presidencies-tradition/

As Perlstein points out, Project 2025 isn't new. The Heritage Foundation and its allies have prepared documents like this, with many identical policy prescriptions, in the run-up to many presidential elections. Perlstein argues that Warren G Harding's 1921 inaugural address captures much of its spirit, as did the Nixon campaign's 1973 vow to "move the country so far to the right 'you won’t even recognize it.'"

The threats to democracy and its institutions aren't new. The right has been bent on their destruction for more than a century. As Perlstein says, the point of taking note of this isn't to minimize the danger, rather, it's to contextualize it. The American right has, since the founding of the Republic, been bent on creating a system of hereditary aristocrats, who govern without "interference" from democratic institutions, so that their power to extract wealth from First Nations, working people, and the land itself is checked only by rivalries with other aristocrats. The project of the right is grounded in a belief in Providence: that God's favor shines on His best creations and elevates them to wealth and power. Elite status is proof of merit, and merit is "that which leads to elite status."

When a wealthy person founds an intergenerational dynasty of wealth and power, this is merely a hereditary meritocracy: a bloodline infused with God's favor. Sometimes, this belief is dressed up in caliper-wielding pseudoscience, with the "good bloodline" reflecting superior genetics and not the favor of the Almighty. Of course, a true American aristocrat gussies up his "race realism" with mystical nonsense: "God favored me with superior genes." The corollary, of course, is that you are poor because God doesn't favor you, or because your genes are bad, or because God punished you with bad genes.

So we should be alarmed by the right's agenda. We should be alarmed at how much ground it has gained, and how the right has stolen elections and Supreme Court seats to enshrine antimajoritarianism as a seemingly permanent fact of life, giving extremist minorities the power to impose their will on the rest of us, dooming us to a roasting planet, forced births, racist immiseration, and most expensive, worst-performing health industry in the world.

But for all that the right has bombed so many of the roads to a prosperous, humane future, it's a huge mistake to think of the right as a stable, unified force, marching to victory after inevitable victory. The American right is a brittle coalition led by a handful of plutocrats who have convinced a large number of turkeys to vote for Christmas.

The right wing coalition needs to pander to forced-birth extremists, racist extremist, Christian Dominionist extremists (of several types), frothing anti-Communist cranks, vicious homophobes and transphobes, etc, etc. Pandering to all these groups isn't easy: for one thing, they often want opposite things – the post-Roe forced birth policies that followed the Dobbs decision are wildly unpopular among conservatives, with the exception of a clutch of totally unhinged maniacs that the party relies on as part of a much larger coalition. Even more unpopular are policies banning birth control, like the ones laid out in Project 2025. Less popular still: the proposed ban on no-fault divorce. Each of these policies have different constituencies to whom they are very popular, but when you put them together, you get Dan Savage's "Husbands you can't leave, pregnancies you can't prevent or terminate, politicians you can't vote out of office":

https://twitter.com/fakedansavage/status/1805680183065854083

The constituency for "husbands you can't leave, pregnancies you can't prevent or terminate, politicians you can't vote out of office" is very small. Almost no one in the GOP coalition is voting for all of this, they're voting for one or two of these things and holding their noses when it comes to the rest.

Take the "libertarian" wing of the GOP: its members do favor personal liberty…it's just that they favor low taxes for them more than personal liberty for you. The kind of lunatic who'd vote for a dead gopher if it would knock a quarter off his tax bill will happily allow his coalition partners to rape pregnant women with unnecessary transvaginal ultrasounds and force them to carry unwanted fetuses to term if that's the price he has to pay to save a nickel in taxes:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/09/29/jubilance/#tolerable-racism

And, of course, the religious maniacs who profess a total commitment to Biblical virtue but worship Trump, Gaetz, Limbaugh, Gingrich, Reagan, and the whole panoply of cheating, lying, kid-fiddling, dope-addled refugees from a Jack Chick tract know that these men never gave a shit about Jesus, the Apostles or the Ten Commandments – but they'll vote for 'em because it will get them school prayer, total abortion bans, and unregulated "home schooling" so they can brainwash a generation of Biblical literalists who think the Earth is 5,000 years old and that Jesus was white and super into rich people.

Time and again, the leaders of the conservative movement prove themselves capable of acts of breathtaking cruelty, and undoubtedly many of them are depraved sadists who genuinely enjoy the suffering of their enemies (think of Trump lickspittle Steven Miller's undisguised glee at the thought of parents who would never be reunited with children after being separated at the border). But it's a mistake to think that "the cruelty is the point." The point of the cruelty is to assemble and maintain the coalition. Cruelty is the tactic. Power is the point:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/03/09/turkeys-voting-for-christmas/#culture-wars

The right has assembled a lot of power. They did so by maintaining unity among people who have irreconcilable ethics and goals. Think of the pro-genocide coalition that includes far-right Jewish ethno-nationalists, antisemitic apocalyptic Christians who believe they are hastening the end-times, and Islamophobes of every description, from War On Terror relics to Hindu nationalists.

This is quite an improbable coalition, and while I deplore its goals, I can't help but be impressed by its cohesion. Can you imagine the kind of behind-the-scenes work it takes to get antisemites who think Jews secretly control the world to lobby with Zionists? Or to get Zionists to work alongside of Holocaust-denying pencilneck Hitler wannabes whose biggest regret is not bringing their armbands to Charlottesville?

Which brings me back to Project 2025 and its true significance. As Perlstein writes, Project 2025 is a mess. Clocking in an 900 pages, large sections of Project 2025 flatly contradict each other, while other sections contain subtle contradictions that you wouldn't notice unless you were schooled in the specialized argot of the far right's jargon and history.

For example, Project 2025 calls for defunding government agencies and repurposing the same agencies to carry out various spectacular atrocities. Both actions are deplorable, but they're also mutually exclusive. Project 2025 demands four different, completely irreconcilable versions of US trade policy. But at least that's better than Project 2025's chapter on monetary policy, which simply lays out every right wing theory of money and then throws up its hands and recommends none of them.

Perlstein says that these conflicts, blank spots and contradictions are the most important parts of Project 2025. They are the fracture lines in the coalition: the conflicting ideas that have enough support that neither side can triumph over the other. These are the conflicts that are so central to the priorities of blocs that are so important to the coalition that they must be included, even though that inclusion constitutes a blinking "LOOK AT ME" sign telling us where the right is ready to split apart.

The right is really good at this. Perlstein points to Nixon's expansion of affirmative action, undertaken to sow division between Black and white workers. We need to get better at it.

So far, we've lavished attention on the clearest and most emphatic proposals in Project 2025 – for understandable reasons. These are the things they say they want to do. It would be reckless to ignore them. But they've been saying things like this for a century. These demands constitute a compelling argument for fighting them as a matter of urgency, with the intention of winning. And to win, we need to split apart their coalition.

Perlstein calls on us to dissect Project 2025, to cleave it at its joints. To do so, he says we need to understand its antecedents, like Nixon's "Malek Manual," a roadmap for destroying the lives of civil servants who failed to show sufficient loyalty to Nixon. For example, the Malek Manual lays out a "Traveling Salesman Technique" whereby a government employee would be given duties "criss-crossing him across the country to towns (hopefully with the worst accommodations possible) of a population of 20,000 or under. Until his wife threatens him with divorce unless he quits, you have him out of town and out of the way":

https://www.google.com/books/edition/Final_Report_on_Violations_and_Abuses_of/0dRLO9vzQF0C?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=%22organization+of+a+political+personnel+office+and+program%22&pg=PA161&printsec=frontcover

It's no coincidence that leftist historians of the right are getting a lot of attention. Trumpism didn't come out of nowhere – Trump is way too stupid and undisciplined to be a cause – he's an effect. In his excellent, bestselling new history of the right in the early 1990s, When the Clock Broke, Josh Ganz shows us the swamp that bred Trump, with such main characters as the fascist eugenicist Sam Francis:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9780374605445/whentheclockbroke

Ganz joins the likes of the Know Your Enemy podcast, an indispensable history of reactionary movements that does excellent work in tracing the fracture lines in the right coalition:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/when-clock-broke-106803105

Progressives are also an uneasy coalition that is easily splintered. As Naomi Klein argues in her essential Doppelganger, the liberal-left coalition is inherently unstable and contains the seeds of its own destruction:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/05/not-that-naomi/#if-the-naomi-be-klein-youre-doing-just-fine

Liberals have been the senior partner in that coalition, and their commitment to preserving institutions for their own sake (rather than because of what they can do to advance human thriving) has produced generations of weak and ineffectual responses to the crises of terminal-stage capitalism, like the idea that student-debt cancellation should be means-tested:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/05/03/utopia-of-rules/#in-triplicate

The last bid for an American aristocracy was repelled by rejecting institutions, not preserving them. When the Supreme Court thwarted the New Deal, FDR announced his intention to pack the court, and then began the process of doing so (which included no-holds-barred attacks on foot-draggers in his own party). Not for nothing, this is more-or-less what Lincoln did when SCOTUS blocked Reconstruction:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/20/judicial-equilibria/#pack-the-court

But the liberals who lead the progressive movement dismiss packing the court as unserious and impractical – notwithstanding the fact that they have no plan for rescuing America from the bribe-taking extremists, the credibly accused rapist, and the three who stole their robes. Ultimately, liberals defend SCOTUS because it is the Supreme Court. I defended SCOTUS, too – while it was still a vestigial organ of the rights revolution, which improved the lives of millions of Americans. Human rights are worth defending, SCOTUS isn't. If SCOTUS gets in the way of human rights, then screw SCOTUS. Sideline it. Pack it. Make it a joke.

Fuck it.

This isn't to argue for left seccession from the progressive coalition. As we just saw in France, splitting at this moment is an invitation to literal fascist takeover:

https://jacobin.com/2024/07/melenchon-macron-france-left-winner

But if there's one thing that the rise of Trumpism has proven, it's that parties are not immune to being wrestled away from their establishment leaderships by radical groups:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/16/that-boy-aint-right/#dinos-rinos-and-dunnos

What's more, there's a much stronger natural coalition that the left can mobilize: workers. Being a worker – that is, paying your bills from wages, instead of profits – isn't an ideology you can change, it's a fact. A Christian nationalist can change their beliefs and then they will no longer be a Christian nationalist. But no matter what a worker believes, they are still a worker – they still have a irreconcilable conflict with people whose money comes from profits, speculation, or rents. There is no objectively fair way to divide the profits a worker's labor generates – your boss will always pay you as little of that surplus as he can. The more wages you take home, the less profit there is for your boss, the fewer dividends there are for his shareholders, and the less there is to pay to rentiers:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/19/make-them-afraid/#fear-is-their-mind-killer

Reviving the role of workers in their unions, and of unions in the Democratic party, is the key to building the in-party power we need to drag the party to real solutions – strong antimonopoly action, urgent climate action, protections for gender, racial and sexual minorities, and decent housing, education and health care.

The alternative to a worker-led Democratic Party is a Democratic Party run by its elites, whose dictates and policies are inescapably illegitimate. As Hamilton Nolan writes, the completely reasonable (and extremely urgent) discussion about Biden's capacity to defeat Trump has been derailed by the Democrats' undemocratic structure. Ultimately, the decision to have an open convention or to double down on a candidate whose campaign has been marred by significant deficits is down to a clutch of party officials who operate without any formal limits or authority:

https://www.hamiltonnolan.com/p/the-hole-at-the-heart-of-the-democratic

Jettisoning Biden because George Clooney (or Nancy Pelosi) told us to is never going to feel legitimate to his supporters in the party. But if the movement for an open convention came from grassroots-dominated unions who themselves dominated the party – as was the case, until the Reagan revolution – then there'd be a sense that the party had constituents, and it was acting on its behalf.

Reviving the labor movement after 40 years of Reaganomic war on workers may sound like a tall order, but we are living through a labor renaissance, and the long-banked embers of labor radicalism are reigniting. What's more, repelling fascism is what workers' movements do. The business community will always sell you out to the Nazis in exchange for low taxes, cheap labor and loose regulation.

But workers, organized around their class interests, stand strong. Last week, we lost one of labor's brightest flames. Jane McAlevey, a virtuoso labor organizer and trainer of labor organizers, died of cancer at 57:

https://jacobin.com/2024/07/jane-mcalevey-strategy-organizing-obituary

McAlevey fought to win. She was skeptical of platitudes like "speaking truth to power," always demanding an explanation for how the speech would become action. In her classic book A Collective Bargain, she describes how she built worker power:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/23/a-collective-bargain/

McAlevey helped organize a string of successful strikes, including the 2019 LA teachers' strike. Her method was straightforward: all you have to do to win a strike or a union drive is figure out how to convince every single worker in the shop to back the union. That's all.

Of course, it's harder than it sounds. All the problems that plague every coalition – especially the progressive liberal/left coalition – are present on the shop floor. Some workers don't like each other. Some don't see their interests aligned with others. Some are ornery. Some are convinced that victory is impossible.

McAlevey laid out a program for organizing that involved figuring out how to reach every single worker, to converse with them, listen to them, understand them, and win them over. I've never read or heard anyone speak more clearly, practically and inspirationally about coalition building.

Biden was never my candidate. I supported three other candidates ahead of him in 2020. When he got into office and started doing a small number of things I really liked, it didn't make me like him. I knew who he was: the Senator from MBNA, whose long political career was full of bills, votes and speeches that proved that while we might have some common goals, we didn't want the same America or the same world.

My interest in Biden over the past four years has had two areas of focus: how can I get him to do more of the things that will make us all better off, and do less of the things that make the world worse. When I think about the next four years, I'm thinking about the same things. A Trump presidency will contain far more bad things and far fewer good ones.

Many people I like and trust have pointed out that they don't like Biden and think he will be a bad president, but they think Trump will be much worse. To limit Biden's harms, leftists have to take over the Democratic Party and the progressive movement, so that he's hemmed in by his power base. To limit Trump's harms, leftists have to identify the fracture lines in the right coalition and drive deep wedges into them, shattering his power base.

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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/07/14/fracture-lines/#disassembly-manual

[moonpascaltoo]

poe dameron

MASTERLIST ✩ OSCAR ISAAC CHARACTERS ✩ 05/05/24

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𑣲 the droid problem I @theowritesstuff

𑣲 love bites I @eyelessfaces

𑣲 us, now I @/eyelessfaces

you and poe always promised to act on your feelings towards each other once the war is over. this time has come.

𑣲 uncalled for I @/eyelessfaces

you get quite upset when poe "saves" your assigned mission by giving orders to your teams without consulting you; poe is determined to fix his mistake.

𑣲 why are you crying I @whirlybirbs

𑣲 risks I @/whirlybirbs

cadet!reader & poe dameron butt heads after a mission

𑣲 damsel doing damage I @/whirlybirbs

𑣲 an unorthodox method I @the-little-ewok

All you want is a hot shower, some clean dry clothes, and to crawl into bed. What you absolutely do not want is Poe Dameron in that bed with you.

𑣲 a little help I @/the-little-ewok

Poe brings BB-8 to you every week insisting something is wrong but you can never find anything, His droid is always in perfect condition. But BB-8 has decided his master needs a little help with you…

𑣲 heartless I @youvebeenlivingfictional

When you landed at the Resistance base on D’Qar, you had nothing but the clothes on your back, your mother’s heart pendant, and fifteen credits in your pocket.

𑣲 effective I @/youvebeenlivingfictional

Your family loves to rib you for being single. This Christmas, you learn that bringing your best friend Poe with you can make the holiday a little more enjoyable.

𑣲 the stars I @/youvebeenlivingfictional

𑣲 the force I @/youvebeenlivingfictional

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force

𑣲 invisible string I @campingwiththecharmings

You're a new medic in the Resistance and you keep running into a certain pilot in the medbay.

𑣲 never have i ever I @/campingwiththecharmings

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab one of the shots in front of you and down it, coughing a little as the alcohol burns down your throat. As you set the glass back on the table, you slowly meet your best friend’s gaze. He stares at you with slightly narrowed eyes, his lips parted as he absently tongues the inside of his cheek. “You’re messing with me.”

𑣲 fo!reader (co- w/@runa-falls) I @/campingwiththecharmings

𑣲 some like it hot I @/campingwiththecharmings

𑣲 hard landings I @softlyspector

Everybody in the kriffin galaxy seems to know you...Except for Poe.

𑣲 hot under the helmet I @januaryembrs

Poe finds out the hard way the best mechanic in the resistance is also most beautiful woman he’s ever seen; too bad you’re so hot headed.

𑣲 did you meant it? I @jake-g-lockley

𑣲 feels I @/jake-g-lockley

“you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i've ever crossed paths with. and don't even get me started on the sound of your voice." and "please shut up. i can't stand how appealing your voice is."

𑣲 sunk I @reallyrallyauthor

𑣲 the promotion I @/reallyrallyauthor

When you parents call you home to marry someone you’ve never met, you turn to your best friend, Poe, for help

𑣲 working in the dark I @ichorai

poe should know better than to sneak up on you in the dark.

𑣲 something forgotten I @bensolosbluesaber

Poe Dameron is the love of your life, but he can’t remember you. Still, Poe finds himself drawn to you and seeing flashes of a life he has forgotten.

𑣲 in the stars I @/bensolosbluesaber

It took all your strength to save Poe Dameron. As you lay unconscious in the medbay, his real feelings come out.

𑣲 one kiss I @starryeyedstories

Poe likes you. You like him. You’ve sworn to yourself you won’t get involved with anyone until the war is over. Poe has sworn to himself that he’ll get you to kiss him before then.

𑣲 black leader, shutting up I @/starryeyedstories

Poe loves missions, especially when you’re manning the comm systems.

𑣲 crush I @batshitbimbo

one moment he was just some pilot and the next he was your Poe.

𑣲 tangerine, tangerine I @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

𑣲 move over I @/my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

You let Poe share your bed when he's too drunk to go back to his own room. He, however, can't seem to stop himself from taking up all the space humanly possible.

𑣲 nine ten, eleven, twelve I @foxilayde

Idiots in love. You’re the idiot, mainly. You happen to hear something quite salacious about your bestie. And oooh boy, are you awful at keeping your shit together.

𑣲 late I @spctrsgf

another day, another mission where poe is (not just a little) late.

𑣲 baby wings I @angel-of-the-moons

Poe teaching reader who’s a new pilot for the resistance some of his tips on flying.

𑣲 fight or flight I @happyhauntt

you and poe have never seen eye-to-eye. most days, you wonder if you ever will.

𑣲 come alive I @marc-spectorr

𑣲 boundaries I @melodygatesauthor

Commander Poe Dameron has a bit of a reputation in the Resistance. When your crew acquires a group of refugees in need of transport, General Organa is happy to oblige, but that just means that some people have to give up their beds on the ship and share...you being one of those people.

𑣲 break your fall I @/melodygatesauthor

When Commander Poe Dameron jumps you while you're on a ladder, you unfortunately fall backward and land on his gorgeous face. While you're grateful he broke your fall, you feel terrible that you may have ruined his Valentine's Day date and do your best to make it up to him.

𑣲 even in the quietest moments I @freelancearsonist

Poe in which he and the reader are secretly dating?

𑣲 i don’t hate you I @/freelancearsonist

𑣲 request I @dameronalone

𑣲 coquet I @ozarkthedog

CEO!Poe doesn’t take kindly to you flirting with a co-worker in front of him.

𑣲 less sass, flyboy, shut up and kiss me I @writefightandflightclub

you’re friends with Poe, but you dream of more. Dreams can be painful things though, when there’s little chance of them coming true.

𑣲 a cut above the rest I @/writefightandflightclub

five times you cut Poe Dameron’s hair.

𑣲 graceless (ft. din djarin) I @leiakenobi

“Two bad men, just nice enough to treat you right. Is that what you want?” (A young spice runner named Poe picks you up at a bar and takes you back to his ship. When an older member of his crew walks in on you, your one-night stand goes in a very different direction than you’d anticipated. Takes place in 20 ABY.)

𑣲 all the time in the galaxy I @lilacliquors

𑣲 your wish is my command I @dailyreverie

Poe Dameron, the brand new Commander of the Resistance, is everything you have ever dreamt of: charming handsome, talented, and so completely in love with you. So what could possibly keep you apart from him? Maybe the target on both your backs, maybe the war, or maybe the fact that your mother is General Organa and dating her daughter, and her most beloved pilot, is something not even you two are brave enough to do.

𑣲 if i survive another night I @/dailyreverie

Right before a mission Poe wants gives you his mother's ring, you make him promise to come back to give it to you, with a proper proposal after you are both back. But you disappear during the mission, and Poe is left to grieve you just to find you years later with a promise still hanging in the air and a ring still hanging around his neck.

𑣲 scott street I @jadefromwattpad

[xxgoldie]

Congratulations for your 100 followers!

May I request for harumasa or lighter (zzz)? As for the alphabets, it's B, G, J, S, and X!

good afternoon, morning or night^^

-Miyi

i think i originally planned to do this one w harumasa but i feel bad locking these reqs up too long (don't even mention the non-event reqs i have, they will get done i swear) n i've not been able to play zzz much recently bc of christmas so i'm still building confidence on writing for that yellow twink (/aff)

main event page - event masterlist

B: Body - what's their favourite body part of yours? Lighter really loves your hands. Absolutely one to compare hand sizes - especially if yours are a lot smaller than his, but it's really just an excuse to feel your soft hands against his calloused ones and get a good look at them. In fact, he loves any excuse to stare at them, like if you paint your nails or wear rings a lot - if you text him that you got a drink or something, he'll ask to see because he knows the photo will include your hand holding it. He also loves holding hands, he has so many sappy thoughts about your fingers interlock with his like puzzle pieces. Likes if you trace his scars or draw little patterns onto his skin with your finger, just finds the dance of your fingertips against his skin really soothing and intimate.

G: Gifts - do they give a lot of gifts? how do they feel about receiving gifts from you? Every time he runs errands in the city, Lighter will pick you up random things he think you'd like, whether it's your favourite snacks or a silly-looking plushie. While he won't necessarily get you a bunch of thought-out gifts without occasion, there are always little treats and trinkets waiting for you - you're just in the back of his mind basically non-stop, and he drops them into his basket without thinking twice. Sometimes, if he ends up getting you a bunch of things at once, he'll give them to you over a few days, just so he can see the smile on your face when he gives them to you again. With recieving gifts from you, he's a bit awkward about it but he treasures everything you give him. Especially if it's something heartfelt or expensive, he doesn't really know what to say to thank you but he appreciates it immensely. And if you return his treatment of regular small gifts, he keeps them all in one place, a small box in his drawer that to most people would just look like a bunch of random items, but is essentially a shrine to you.

J: Jealousy - do they get jealous easily? what are they like when they're jealous? Already done, see it here xx

S: Show-off - do they like to show off to their s/o? Honestly, he's more of a show off before you're dating, when he's crushing. Will never admit it but he has a desperate need for you to think he's cool. Tries to be extra suave and intimidating (to others, not to you), and gets extra flashy in fights when he knows you're watching. Once you're dating, though, his showing off basically becomes a way to tease you. You like his arms? The jacket's off and he's randomly flexing his muscles to watch you stare. Find his voice hot? He's playing it up and talking into your ear so you hang off his every word. Anything you find attractive, whether you tell him or he notices himself, he's showing it off - partially because it adds a bit of pride in that trait, but mainly because he loves to see your reactions to it.

X: X-Ray - how easily can they read their partner? how easy are they to read? Already done, see it here xx

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics where one character hates everyone but the other half of the pairing as requested in this ask. You can find part 1 of this rec here. You can find my other fic recs here. Please leave kudos and comments for the writers! Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

❤️ Saving You by Snowy38

(E, 90k, sex work) Harry is being bought by Louis not for the night but for good and his testing ways push Louis to the limit...

❤️ These High Walls by LarryAlways28

(E, 68k, omegaverse) He was the ideal son - until he presented as an Omega. Now, barely a year after his old man dropped dead and running the family company, if he makes a mistake with the Tomlinson and Sons merger and acquisition, it's game over.

❤️ go ahead, rip my heart out if that's what love's all about (series) by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze

(E, 40k, small town) Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

❤️ Hidden Gardens by pinky_heaven19

(M, 41k, friends to lovers) the one where Louis owns a pub and Harry is a photographer who needs his help for a project. Louis is grumpy, Harry is not. Louis has a secret. There is some pining and a lot of fluff.

❤️ You're Not My Type (still I fall) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter

(M, 38k, omegaverse) that was the same stubborn attitude that got him here: in his car, in a thunderstorm, on the side of a forsaken lane of some little countryside town in Yorkshire.

❤️ A Road To Something Better by @taggiecb

(E, 25k, small town) Louis Tomlinson, famous romance novelist, has just had the rug pulled out from under his feet when his boyfriend leaves him without notice. What's the most appropriate response to this? Move a thousand miles away and seclude himself in a tiny lake town, of course. 

❤️ Fate Had Other Plans by Snowy38

(E, 25k, Christmas) Louis Tomlinson books into a remote Ski Lodge in Austria to avoid everyone at Christmas. He is looking forward to his bah-humbug lonely Christmas when Harry Styles 'breaks into' his lodge and ruins his plans with his happy, sociable nature...

❤️ Behind Smoke Stained Curtains by @jaerie

(E, 19k, omegaverse) The worlds align when Louis meets an alpha from the road with as many secrets as he holds himself.

❤️ When You Know by @allwaswell16

(E, 17k, assassin Louis) Years of living in the shadows has taken its toll on Louis Tomlinson. When he’s offered a chance to leave behind his life as a hired assassin, he intends to take it.

❤️ Does it Ever Drive You Crazy? (Just How Fast the Night Changes) by xx_soup_xx

(G, 7k, Christmas) Baker Harry Styles takes it upon himself to get his mysterious grumpy customer, Louis Tomlinson, to like Christmas by taking him on a disastrous first date.

❤️ you cured my january blues (yeah you made it all alright) by writtensoul

(NR, 7k, pet store) louis is a lonely old soul with nothing to keep him company but his wild, albeit dry humor - and maybe the pretty boy who works at the pet store down the road. 

❤️ Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy by not_fitzwilliam / @not-fitzwilliam-darcy

(NR, 5k, omegaverse) When a miscalculated decision leads to an accidental courtship with the sweetest, most gentle alpha, Harry is torn between breaking the alpha's heart and telling the truth. 

❤️ 'Sno(w) joke by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

(NR, 5k, library) The last thing Louis wanted was to get stranded on his birthday. But perhaps it was exactly what he needed.

❤️ i'll breathe your air into my lungs by blizzies

(T, 5k, high school) five phases of their relationship in a world where harry smokes a lot and skips school and hates everyone except his boyfriend and louis is in plays and is loved by everyone and they work even though nobody gets how.

❤️ The Bookshop by Humphrey

(NR, 4k, bookshop) Harry just wants to buy some books. Louis is a very rude bookshop owner.

❤️ Alone and Back Again by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 4k, omegaverse) what does one do when a feral alpha shows up in town ready to be executed?

- Rare Pairs -

❤️ You Should Probably Stay (a Couple More Days) by transteverogers

(E, 8k, Zayn/Liam) Zayn is one of the top richest business owners in London but he's also one of the loneliest at just the age of 27. He's grumpy and serious all of the time at work, but when he get home he's sad and desperate for something or more like someone. 

❤️ Kind of Tough to Tell a Scruff (Stand and Deliver) by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(M, 4k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) In which Nick moves north and Louis lives next door.

[saberlibrary]

Losing something valuable ft. Levi

Day 12 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you lose a bracelet that means a lot to you a few days before christmas.

word count — 707

content — fluff, mentions off loss, pre-eren yeager, you’re a part of levi’s squad

notes — yooo!! day 12 yay. it’s 3am but istg i had 3/4 of this one written since yesterday, i just got super busy today. anyways enjoy <3

T W O D A Y S A G O

“What’s so important about this bracelet, anyway?”

Your eyes are filled with tears when you look up at Levi, and you try to find words to explain why it meant so much to you without sounding like a fool.

“My father gave it to me before he passed,” your voice cracks, your hand wrapping around your wrist in a failed attempt to find comfort. “It was a constant reminder that he was with me… the only thing I had left.”

Levi doesn’t answer you, averting his gaze instead.

You and the rest of the squad were killing titans when the situation got out of control, so all of you flew out of the forest only for you to find out the bracelet was no longer with you – and you couldn’t recover it, since the area was infested with titans.

Besides, you didn’t know where it could possibly be. The forest was vast, and the bracelet, ridiculously small.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

It’s Hange, and they really seem sorry.

You try to smile and blink away your tears; crying in front of Levi is something you don’t want to do, even if your heart aches.

No one else says anything, and you hop on your horses to head home.

When you’re riding home and think nobody’s looking, the tears fall down your face.

But Levi sees everything.

N O W — C H R I S T M A S

You can’t stop wrapping your hand around your wrist, trying to replace the feeling of the bracelet – to fill the hole in your chest.

You hate that you lost it, you feel stupid and sad, and even the Christmas lights in your house stay turned off. You don’t feel like celebrating; the only memory of your father is now gone forever.

You sigh in frustration, going to make another cup of tea when you hear knocks on your door.

You aren’t expecting visits. You didn’t plan anything.

Still, you make your way towards your door and open it, a gasp escaping your lips when you see Levi on the other side, wearing casual clothes.

“Captain Levi!?”

He holds a small box, wrapped perfectly, and you wonder what this is all about, “I came here just as Levi. No need to call me Captain,” he says, collected.

“Oh,” is all you can say.

You both stand there for a couple of seconds, looking at each other in silence, before he hands you the box he had with him, “It’s for you. A gift.”

Utter shock fills you. You can’t wrap your mind around the fact that Levi was giving you something.

Why?

“What? Levi, you don’t need to–” the Captain ignores your words, pushing the present into your hands and looking at you with seriousness in his gaze.

You simply nod, knowing there’s no way you can refuse this, and start unwrapping carefully the small box; it reveals a simple little black box, and you look at him once again before opening it.

A soft cry escapes your lips when you see what’s inside.

A bracelet, just like the one you had, placed carefully inside. It shines brightly, and you can feel your eyes burning as you look back up to the man standing in front of you.

“I know it’s not the same thing, since it’s not given by your father, but…” he looks away and, for the first time since you met Levi, he seems uncertain. “I hope this can give you some comfort.”

It amazes you that it is exactly like the one your father gave you, though. To think Levi paid attention to such details and went out of his way to get this for you warms your heart.

“It’s perfect, Levi. Thank you,” you say, smiling through your tears. “From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

He smiles gently, and you wish for time to stop at that moment; with such a wonderful gift in your hands, and that breathtaking smile.

“I…” you start, heart beating faster. “I just made some tea, do you want to come in?”

Levi thinks for a moment, then nods.

“That would be nice.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hello hello! I was wondering if you had any winged aus tucked away? the latest post I could find (though goodness knows tumblr’s search feature is iffy) was from 2019 and I was curious about an updated list if it isn’t too much trouble!

Hey Lovely!

You are correct, it's been a LONG time since I've put a new list together... I don't have any new personal recs (been a LONG time since I've read them), so what I'm going to do is do a tag search on my MFL list and put together a nice fresh list of fics suggested to me by you guys! Please note that I have NOT read any of the fics on this list so I'm probably wrong somewhere, LOL. They're not ALL winglock, for sure, but if anyone has anything relevant that they can add to this list, please do! Enjoy!

WINGLOCK / ANGELS / DEMONS Pt. 2 (MFLs)

See also:

Winglock / Angels / Demons (Updated Apr 2022)

Sherlock x  Good Omens Crossovers (Updated Apr 2022)

The Detective and the Demon by oreganotea (G, 2,389 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural Elements || Pre-Slash, Urban Fantasy, Demons, Humour, Friendship) – “Every demon on record is described as either monstrously terrifying or breathtakingly beautiful,” Sherlock says. “I have never heard of a demon with a forgettable face and a propensity for ugly jumpers.” The demon looks down at his jumper. Okay, so it might not be the most flattering article of clothing in the world, but it sure looks a hell of a lot more comfortable than Sherlock’s two-sizes-too-small shirt.

The Babadook by CatieBrie (T, 6,886 w., 1 Ch. || Babadook Fusion || Post-TRF, Horror, Demonic Possession, Violence, Halloween, Grief, Angst with Happy Ending) – “A children’s book,” John mutters as he flips it open. The pages are scrawled with beautiful charcoal lines and thick black ink. The cover, bright red, edges the open pages and something tugs at the back of John’s brain. It’s a familiar feeling, black and tarrish and thick in his thoughts. He shakes it off and picks the book up off his bed, turning so that he can sit on the edge and spread the book out across his knees. If it’s in a word or it’s in a look, you can’t get rid of the Babadook. He turns the page, ignoring the pressure building beneath his chest. There’s a closet on one page; paper doors meant to be opened by the reader flutter as John reads the text on the other page.

In The Arms Of The Angel by Watermelonsmellinfellon (M, 8,585 w., 3 Ch. || Fallen Angel AU || Friendship, Angels/Wings, BAMF John, Trust, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Happy Ending) – The human population possesses the ability to grow feathers from their spines, but less than even five million at a time ever actually grow any. A feather for a life. Every life saved, earned a feather. The feathers would overlap each other, until there was finally enough to create a wing and if some were lucky, two wings.

The Soldier And The Demon by LipstickDaddy (G, 8,998 w., 6 Ch. || Victorian / Demon AU || Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Soldier John, Demon Sherlock, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, Protective Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Johnlock/Kuroshitsuji AU - 1879. Captain John H Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers is dying from a near-fatal gunshot wound in the Kandahar desert; until a demon saves his life. There’s a catch, though; one day, his saviour will eat his soul.

You Don't Need Wings to Fly by Laiquilasse (T, 11,326 w., 11 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Bullying, Angels, Suicidal Ideation, Christmas) – John, an angel, is sent from Heaven to help a desperate Sherlock Holmes by showing him what life would have been like if he had never existed.

Tattered by SrebrnaFH (M, 15,857 w., 6 Ch. || Winglock || Family, Childhood, Society, Abuse, Electricity, Hurt John / Sherlock, Protective John, No Smut, Bullying, Sudden Relationship Change) – John visits Baker Street without any warning and gets an eyeful.

On Feathers and Bacon Sandwiches by Kryptaria(T, 21,092 w., 8 Ch. || Winglock AU || Demon John, Asexual Sherlock) – No one has ever stayed with Sherlock longer than a month. At least, no human. Fortunately, John Watson isn't about to let the little things - like biohazardous experiments and the constant threat of danger - get in the way of his friendship with a very special, very brilliant man like Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Feathers 'verse

The 13th Book by meet_me_in_samarra (T, 24,491 w., 13 Ch. || Magical Realism Winglock AU || Enemies to Friends, Friendship, Witty Banter, Interspecies Bromance, Demon Sherlock) – Summoning a demon was actually quite simple if you could avoid getting killed in the process. Therefore, only the powerful, the desperate or the stupid would attempt it. John Watson was likely the first, definitely the second but hopefully not one of the third kind.

This Is Family by SaraStarchild (T, 39,840 w., 16 Ch. || Hereditary AU || Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Demonic Possession, POV Third Person Limited, Protective Mycroft, Cults, Mycroft Whump, Sherlock Whump, Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Retelling) – When the Holmes family's secretive mother and matriarch, Ellen Holmes, passes away, the family she leaves behind – father Martin, sons Mycroft and Sherlock, and daughter Eurus – begins to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry. The more they discover, the more they find themselves trying to outrun the sinister fate they seem to have inherited. This is, pretty much, a word-for-word retelling of the 2018 Ari Aster film, Hereditary. Part 1 of Sherlock Halloween Stories

Though the brightest fell by BeMyGoldfish (M, 41,243 w., 7 Ch. || Celestial AU || Post THoB, Soulmates, Guardian Angels, Demons, Mystrade, Background Johnlock) –  In his office, Mycroft (the Archangel) tries to recruit Greg (the ‘ex-angel’ mortal) on a celestial mission to save Sherlock from what he wants most. "This is some elaborate joke cooked up by your brother as revenge for me not asking him to help on the Islington Exsanguinations, isn't it? How did he get you in on it, Mycroft? Did he hide your trouser press? Or threaten to expose your secret ciggie habit to your mum? This isn't funny. It's weird and obscure, but it is not funny.”

Trapped by Gem_Gem & harrylee94 (M, 41,311 w., 3 Ch. || Demon John AU || Demon John, Mild Gore, POV Sherlock, Mild Homophobic Language, Kiss, Bonding) – During his most recent case, Sherlock finds himself in the hands of the very people he had been trying to pursue. This mistake lands him in a cell, already occupied by a strange man who calls himself John. But who is John? And why does he look so... hungry? Part 3 of the Bonded by Words Stories series

Murderous Imprint by MojoFlower (E, 52,634 w., 24 Ch. || Winglock || Organ Theft, Imprinting, First Kiss / Time, Whump, Torture, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Case Fic, Magical Realism) – Sherlock should be focusing on the series of brutal vivisections Lestrade has brought to him. Instead he's distracted by a most amazing and unexpected experimental opportunity from the basement apartment of 221C. Will he figure out the one in time to stop the other? And does he need help in order to do it? Part 1 of the Hatch series

Not English But Angels by orphan_account (E, 203,251 w., 15 Ch. || Twisted Canon, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Minor Character Death) – A sort-of canon, sort-of AU fic in which I twist and supplement canon to weave it into a new story in which Sherlock and John come from different worlds and nothing is quite what it seems.

WORKS IN PROGRESS

The Posthumous Game by S_IRIS (E, 58,695+ w., 12/19 Ch. || WiP || Supernatural Elements AU || S4 Fix It, Crack, Humour, Fluff, Demonic Possession, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss/Time, Sherlock Whump, Hurt Comfort, Hallucinations) – A Season 4 fix-it fic where Jim Moriarty really is dead but comes back as a demon to haunt Sherlock. The only problem is Jim is a total newbie at demonic possession so he tries to make-do and ends up making Johnlock happen. Only, it doesn’t happen the way you’d think.

Hellfire by HarleysCompass (E, 66,660+ w., 19/? Ch. || WiP || Fallen Angel AU || Biblical References, BAMF John, Sexual Content, Fallen Angel John) – In 1880 Dr. John H. Watson dies on foreign soil. The next thing he knows he's wandering the planes of Heaven. After betraying God, John is cast out, employed by the devil, and protecting a sociopath of a human with a penchant for trouble and pissing off Angels. 

[m4sonn]

∘₊✧───The Gang as Songs ───✧₊∘

(Thx to my collaborator/writer/friend who helps me out w/these!! :3 @peachyponyboyy (sorry guys we went a little overboard with this one 😣😣😣🔥🔥🔥))

₊❏❜ ⋮Ponyboy ⌒

-Cooler than me by ethan fields

-wasted summers by juju<3

-Loverboy by A-Wall

-ancient dreams in a modern land by Marina

-Teen idol by Marina and the diamonds

-Heaven knows i’m miserable now by the smiths

-top of my school by katherine lynn

-oh no! By marina and the diamonds

-letter to my 13 year old self by Laufey

-usseewa by ado

-francis forever by mitski

-up and down by Judy sign

-smoke two joints by sublime

-nothings new by reo Romeo

-i love you so by the walters

-army dreamers by kate bush

-all apologies by nirvana

-trees by mccafferty

-sweet hibiscus tea by penelope scott

₊❏❜ ⋮Sodapop ⌒

-A pearl by Mitski

-Puppy Princess by Hot Freaks

-I wanna be your boyfriend by Hot Freaks

-Buddy Holly by Weezer

-Hug Me! From Despicable me OST

-sex sells by lovejoy

-one day by lovejoy

-infrunami by steve lacy

-the perfect pair by beabadoobee

-pretty boy by the neighborhood

₊❏❜ ⋮Darry ⌒

-survivor by Dolly Parton

-Washing machine heart by mitski

-Christmas kids by Roar

-superman by eminem

-something about you by eyedress

-from the start by laufey

-sweater weather by the neighborhood

-electric love by BORNS

-sex, drugs, etc. by beach weather

-this side of paradise by coyote theory

-always forever by cults

-something about you by eyedress

-say yes to heaven by Lana del ray

-out of my league by fitz and the tantrums

-riptide by vance joy

-dark red by steve lacy

₊❏❜ ⋮Dally ⌒

-Faster n harder by 6arelyhuman

-hands up 6arelyhuman

-Romantic Homicide by d4vd

-cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant

-gilded lily by cults

-line without a hook by ricky montgomery

-diet mountain dew by lana del ray

-summertime sadness by lana del ray

-francis forever by mitski

-i want you by mitski

-daddy issues by the neighborhood

-freaking out the neighborhood by mac demarco

-back to the old house by the smiths

-pretty girls make graves by the smiths.

-crack baby by mitski

-silver lining by the neighborhood

-K. By cigarettes after sex

-Apocalypse by cigarettes after sex

-ykwim by yot club

-i wait for you by alex G

-born to die by lana del ray

-tongue twister Cash Cash

-pretty little psycho

-XOXO kisses hugs by 6arelyhuman

-ruler of everything by tally hall

-4:00AM by taeko onuki

₊❏❜ ⋮Johnny ⌒

-Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood

-Boys don’t cry by The Cure

-Back to the old house by the smiths

-My time by Bo En

-I Don’t smoke Mitski

-Bag of Bones

-Lemon boy by cavetown

-Boys will be bugs by Cavetown

-Freezerburn by t!lt

-No surprises by radiohead

-Nothings new Rio Romeo

-homage by mild high club

-Heaven and back by chase atlantic

-harness your hopes by pavement

-problems by mother mother

₊❏❜ ⋮Two-Bit ⌒

-the mickey mouse clubhouse theme song

-i love you like an alcoholic by the taxpayers

-should i stay or should i go by the clash

-teenagers by my chemical romance

-she's so nice by pink guy

-you get me so high by the neighborhood

-boys a liar pt. II

-sweet dreams by left boy

-two birds by regina spektor

-buddy holly by weezer

-say it ain’t so by weezer

-smells like teen spirit by nirvana

₊❏❜ ⋮Steve ⌒

-scotty doesn’t know by lustra

-teenage dirtbag by wheatus

-shut up and drive by rihanna

-everybody talks by neon trees

-hey stephen by taylor swift

-you belong with me by taylor swift

-backyard boy by claire rozinkrans

-life is a highway by rascal flatts

-brooklyn baby by lana del ray

-cruisin for a bruisin from teen beach movie

-cotton eye joe >:DDDDD

-your the only one i want from grease

-what i got by sublime

-head over heels by tears for fears

-love like you from steven universe

All of them:

-Army dreamers by Kate bush

[yawning-puppy]

Custom Videogames Override

Merry Christmas to anyone seeing this post ^^

It´s been a while since the last time i posted something here! This time I bring a Videogames Override, it includes some videogames that i really love and hope you enjoy this modeon your saves as much as I do ^^ Thanks to Ebonix who inspired me with this mod to make some videogames overrides and to PixifiedTips to make this amazing and easy tutorial to make my dreams come true. This Mod replaces the following games:

Sims Forever -> Sims 4

Incredible Sports -> Disney Dreamlight Valley

MySimsGo -> Project Diva Megamix +

Hillock II -> No Man's Sky

Blicbloc -> Stardew Valley

REFUGE -> Two Point Hospital

Road Rival Alpha -> The Binding of Isaac This Mod Includes the texts for spanish and english languages. feel free to translate it into any other language. Just do not upload it without giving credits and please tag me :3

W A R N I N G

If you already have a mod that overrides the videogames you must remove it

D O W N L O A D

here

[redlegumes]

Dec 3rd: Stolen Pine

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles

prompt: Mutual Pining | AO3: link | wc: 946 | rating: G | cw: none | tags: idiots in love, 'pine' ing, Christmas tree without glasses, light theft

Summary: Spontaneous tree theft and decorating, paired with some pining.

⍋↟⍋♡⍋↟⍋

They'd hauled in the tree. Eddie kept talking about how the evergreen part was the important bit and continued to explain Christmas's stolen nuances from paganism. Steve nodded and did his best to follow along. That was what he did lately, follow Eddie. Whether it started with a need to assure himself the guy was okay after their Upside Down torments, or if he'd honestly found Eddie intriguing from the get go, Steve couldn't say. 

It didn't really matter anyway. He was positive that his feelings weren't going away as he nodded along with Eddie's excited ramblings. He hadn't even hesitated to join Eddie that night without product in his hair, glasses on.

…

Steve's vision had started to degrade. He'd noticed after his first run in with a Demogorgon. Pretty soon he legally needed corrective lenses to drive. Vanity prevented him from letting anyone other than Robin know. She'd assured him, ‘a boy is allowed to have his secrets. Just not from his platonic soulmate.’ Kinda the same reasoning behind why she knew how utterly hopeless he'd become around Eddie. The type of lovesick that had him helping Eddie with his non-christ related, Christmas tree caper.

continues after the cut

Eddie already knew about Steve's vision after helping Steve through an awful migraine where he just couldn't stand to have the contacts in. Steve'd been so nervous but Eddie just teased him about commiting to an ’Indiana Jones’ look and they kinda just moved on.

Steve hadn't expected Eddie at all that night when he knocked on his door. He'd come late to ask for help stealing a tree off some wooded, government owned property. He took one look at Eddie's ridiculous smile and dancing deep eyes and threw on a parka to help.

…

Now they were attempting to get the damn thing in a stand in the white-walled, impersonal living room of the house the ‘’Department of Energy’ had provided Wayne Munson with. They managed with no small amount of grunting and sappy fingers. More than once Steve reminded himself not to stare too hard at Eddie through the pine branches. He even liked Eddie's frustrated faces, the downward curve of his lips, the wrinkling of his forehead. Jesus, I'm pathetic. 

When they finished he and Eddie stood back admiring their fresh cut theft.

“Wayne's at work for another two hours. Think we can get it done ourselves before he's back?”

“Do you have decorations?”

Eddie sheepishly twisted where he stood. “I picked up some lights, and yeah, there's a box of ornaments.”

Steve stilled, bowled over by the waves of ‘adorable’ pouring off of Eddie. “Uh yeah, I think we can manage.”

—

The box was one of the few items in a very small storage room Al Munson's name was on outside of town. Eddie had been contacted once as ‘next of kin' to make payments on the thing, and that's when he went to see it himself. Inside were his dad's ‘tools of the trade,’’ some suspicious looking luggage and duffels he recognized from a hair brained scheme or two. What a lame cache, he'd thought at the time. That was before he reached the cardboard boxes in the back. They were his mother's. Winter decorations and clothes that were never brought back out when the seasons changed after her death. 

It was one of those boxes he'd picked up and brought to the new place, dragging it out now for Steve. Steve stopped unraveling lights to examine the ornaments. “These look like heirlooms,” he said, carefully picking up a blue, blown glass sphere and turning it in his strong hands. 

Eddie loved the care and attention Steve directed at the one piece. The way a tendril of hair fell over his forehead; the consideration on his face. Steve was already in his ‘Clark Kent look’ when Eddie'd shown up to his place that night. Which made sense, it was late, but Eddie loved the glasses on Steve. He liked the superman analogy too. Steve was basically Eddie's superman anyway.

“They were my mother's,” Eddie said, touching the edge of a carved angel's wing inside.

Steve's mouth made a small ‘o’ shape and he carefully set the ornament back into the nestled layers of tissue paper. “They're beautiful Eds.”

They decorated together, and it was easy. Eddie was warmed just being near Steve but they seemed to naturally work well together, joking and spacing the lights and decorations just right. Steve got Eddie's radio out and they listened to crackly Christmas tunes as they went along.

They finished about thirty minutes or so before Wayne's anticipated return. The men stood back to admire their handy work. Steve took his glasses off.

“Prettier that way,” Eddie asked, breathier than he wanted to sound.

Steve chuckled. “Good both ways, but yeah. One of the only perks I guess? The lights all expand and blend a bit.”

Eddie stared at Steve taking in the tree. If the lights were as fuzzy as he'd said, Steve wouldn't notice Eddie's stare. Truth be told, Eddie always wanted to stare at Steve. The lights reflected in Steve's light brown eyes… Christ, he is so pretty. Eddie's fingers itched to twine themselves with Steve's. He was dying with every little kindness Steve showed him; dying to bite the bullet and confess. He wanted to know if his crush was one sided, but if things took a different turn... Telling Steve could ruin what they had, and then who would help him steal a Christmas tree at two am?

He could live with this for now, watching Steve lit by the glow of Christmas lights they hung together. 

“Thanks Stevie.”

“Anytime Eds.”

2023 RedLegumes Steddiemas 1 2 3 4 5 6 10 SteddieHolidayDrabbles 1 2 3 4 6 8 9 10

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | Monthlyish Recap (Part One)

Some of the favorite fics read by FTFR and/or newly posted in the months of May and June! This is a big one, friends... So, I'll be breaking it up into two parts. (Part Two: Here)

Mod Notes: My life's been so chaotic the past couple of months—a big move, new job, and new puppy... lots of big changes all at once, that doesn’t leave much time for reading fic, or keeping up with posting all the recs & recaps. So, apologies for the delays! While I get my bearings with the new work schedule and commute, some of the coming weeks' posts might be delayed, skipped or combined with another week's category. Please bear with me as I play a little fast and loose with the usual FTFR schedule.

Enjoy the summer! -Cy 💜💜💜

Anyway... onto the recs!

😇 🍕 This time around, we have not one, but two very special afterlife AU’s, a pizza delivery driver AU and a few other fantastic recent updates in some ongoing WIPs you might already be keeping track of. You can find the most recent chapters posted of these ongoing works here: Featured WIPs Rec List

💦 May wasn't so much of a collection as it was a trio of prompts, with “Missing Years”, “May I…” and “International Wankers Day” being on May 28. You will find them mixed throughout this month's rec list.

🧁 Of course, June 6 was our most beloved Catholic boy from Staten Island’s birthday, and there were a few fics to mark the occasion! 🎄 Mary and Tim celebrate Christmas in the 1950s, while 1980s Hawk makes good on a special wish Tim made long ago. ✍️Hawk breaks his promise not to write… While Tim breaks his vow not to give into unholy temptation. 🙏 ☀️ Kenny and Leonard forge a summertime bond before the war ... While Jackson reconnects with dad’s special friend from the cabin, out in San Francisco. 🚗

These are just a few teasers of the many great new fics posted in the past two months. It's been hard to keep up with them all! Check out the links below.

📚 Promise You WILL Write Masterpost (Updated w/May & June fics) If you're feeling inspired, please visit the collection to leave a prompt for someone to write or take one for yourself... All are welcome!Check out their page @promiseyouwillwrite for more info.

📣 May’s Features of the Month:

Fic of the Month: gold-skinned, eager baby by @lispenardst | lispenardstreet

Author of the Month: @redmyeyes | redmyeyes

May Featured Collection: Fire Island Fics 🔥🏝️ A handful of new Fire Island fics were posted recently, just in time for summer! Be sure to check out the new, updated list!

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⛱️ It Can't Be Right [G, 2K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Tim has had a long day, but he doesn't quite get the welcome home he is looking for.

☀️ never enough [T, 2K] by kikisfuneralservice "Promise you won't write?"

"I won't."

Yet, he did anyway.

⛱️‘Somewhere In My Memory’ [T, 3K] by bre_thomas Hawk visits Tim at his apartment in San Francisco. He has a plan to take him to New York City for Christmas. Hawk wanting to just spend time with him. He thought they would have more time, but little did Hawk know that this weekend was the last he would ever spend with Tim.

☀️ i've got my love to keep me warm [T, 6K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Mary brings Tim to a Christmas party at Hawk's mother's house.

⛱️ right or wrong i can't get along without you [NR, 3K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Jackson Fuller disappears and everyone fears the worst - until he turns up in San Francisco asking Tim for help.

☀️ Making Time [G, 1K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Hawk runs into Tim at work. Cue some flirting and favours.

⛱️ rough trade [NR, 3K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Tim decides to plan a weekend in Rehoboth - not exactly a do-over, but close enough. It's exactly what they both needed.

☀️ Don't Try Hiding 'Cause There Isn't Any Use [G, 632] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Kenny and Lenny share a stolen moment during tennis practice.

Part 2 of You Better Be True To Me

⛱️I'm More Than Just Sure [G, 1K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Before the second world war begins, Kenny and Lenny enjoy a vacation at the lake.

Fluff.

Part 3 of You Better Be True To Me

☀️ creating memories that will last [G, 4K] by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup 1991, five years after Tim's death. His friends are interviewed for a documentary film about his life.

⛱️ You're an Angel, I'm a Dog [E, 2K] by spiffyyy 💠 He was never that good.

“Father, forgive me for all the times when I fall short of your standards…” He took a breath and watched the ceiling fan rotate once, then twice. “And I’m sorry for this. It was what you gave me.”

Tim picked his phone up and swallowed dryly before tapping on the notification to open Grindr.

Or, the unlikely pairing of religious trauma and a Grindr hookup.

☀️ With You 'Mongst The Flowers [G, 1K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) A hot summer day in Milan, Hawk is swimming. Tim is napping on the veranda.

Fluff. Really just fluff.

Part 5 of Bravery

⛱️ Kiss of Fire [NR, 2K] by drabbleswabbles💠 Tim pays a matchmaker to set him up on a blind date. Things do not go according to plan.

☀️ Almost Paradise [T, 8K] by @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 | Likerealpeopledo In 1992, Hawk dies and goes...somewhere.

Equal parts apology tour, long-awaited reunions, and reluctant spiritual exploration, Hawk takes a journey through the a |fterlife and back to Tim.

⛱️ I Wanna Be a Cowboy's Sweetheart [E, 3K] by @jesterlesbian | captainquint Hawk tipped his hat politely towards Tim, the way he always did when he rode back into town and stabled his horse at the Liberty Bell, where Tim worked as a stable hand. The pay wasn’t much, but it was steady work, and the off-chance of spotting Hawkins Fuller in leather chaps astride a horse sweetened the pot considerably.

Hawk flashed Tim the look that he understood meant “Meet me around the back,” so Tim dawdled for a few moments more, trying in vain to wipe off as much dirt and muck as he could from his shirt before oh-so-casually strolling to behind the stables, where it met the treeline and provided just the right amount of cover.

☀️hold on (i'm coming) [NR, 2K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Hawk's nightly phone calls become increasingly desperate until Tim has no choice but to go to him.

⛱️ my boy [G, 783] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Tim wants to know who Hawk belongs to. The answer isn't what he expects.

☀️a fool for life [NR, 1K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Hawk has a panic attack, and Skippy takes care of him.

⛱️ grenade [G, 546] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Hawk is waiting for the results of his HIV test.

☀️ Late Night [G, 1K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Hawk is working late at home. Tim keeps him company.

⛱️ 'I Want To Be With You' [E, 3K] by @bre1995 | bre_thomas, @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) It all started at the Nomad Bar when Hawk left Tim on his own.

Based on their weekend getaway trip with a filler scene of what happened in the hotel room before dinner.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Merry Christmas! I know I'm a bit late, but i hope you'll enjoy this nonetheless. Comments and reblogs are not necessary, but they are highly appreciated ♡;

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Leon Kennedy x F!Reader;

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P l o t ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ One night, when Leon can't handle the loneliness, he decides to visit you at your office;

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ T a g s ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ smut, cheating, unprotected sex;

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ W o r d c o u n t ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 2.1k

Weeks passed since Leon felt the touch of your skin. Staring at the ceiling in his dull bedroom, he tried to ignore the burning need that spiked throughout his body. You were the only person who could ease his pain, but because of the circumstances, you weren’t available for him.

He was constantly checking his phone, hoping for a sign from you, but he'd toss the device in bed every single time.

“What to do..." He kept asking himself, trying to find a way to climb up from the pit that he was slowly falling into.

The reason for this situation was your relationship with Wesker. You two were together long before you met Leon. You loved Wesker, you really did, and you didn’t want to cheat on him, but he was so busy with his work, and that made you feel like you two were falling apart. You started to work with Leon; your missions would synch frequently, and because of that, you started to get to know each other better. Whenever you felt alone, Leon was there for you, and he instantly cheered you up with his jokes and positive attitude. He fulfilled your need over and over, and soon you two would spend the nights together, not just to fill up paperwork.

Because Wesker would figure it out really quickly if something was off, you were the one to call Leon whenever your boyfriend was away from work. However, it’s been weeks since he last saw you, and he was losing his mind.

Being driven by loneliness and desire, he picked up the phone again and called your secretary to ask if you were at the office. It was a risky move, one that will probably infuriate you, but he couldn’t care less about your tantrums.

"Yes, she is there, working on some reports.” She said. A faint sound of typing was heard during the call. She probably worked on something.

The building was almost empty since it was Saturday night. He crossed the hallway in a hurry, waving and smiling to the few who were there.

“I need to take some papers.” He said smiling.

Arriving in front of your office, he hesitated for a few seconds, but hearing your voice made him almost break the door.

His eyes searched for you relentlessly in the poor, illuminated room. When he found you, hunched at your desk looking at the laptop while talking on a phone, a dumb smile appeared on your face. In the dim light of the laptop, he could see the frown on your face as you saw him.

You took a short pause, then continued your conversation as normal as you could without giving the other person the impression that something was wrong, but your tone became rapid and your voice a little pitched.

He quickly entered and shut the door behind him.

By the look of his face, you knew he didn’t come to discuss work. He looked like a lost, sad puppy, looking to be loved.

You hung up quickly and rose from your desk, heading to Leon.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Are you insane?” You gestured with your hands, anxiety taking over. “What if Wesker walks in?”

“I asked your secretary before coming here; I’m not an idiot.” He said it in the most innocent and needy voice possible, making you ease up a bit.

“Still, you know how dangerous it can be. Please leave.” You said, turning your back at him and heading to your desk, pretending to organise some files. It hurt; you wanted to jump into his big arms and entangle with his body. It took an incredible amount of self-control to turn and ignore him, to ignore your throbbing heart and the heat that was rising.

You wanted to call him; you wanted to see him, but it was too risky since Wesker has spent more time with you lately. You waited for him to leave on his own, hoping he’d go soon.

Leon let out a loud sigh and looked at you with big, sad eyes. His heart throbbed again, bearing the same draining loneliness that pushed him to commit such a risky act.

Both of you sat in complete silence for a few minutes. Your phone rang two times, but you ignored it. Against your better judgement, you wanted him to do something that contradicted your arrangement. You wanted him to jump on you, to ignore this facade you were putting up, and it seemed like he read your mind.

His eyes began to study your beautiful figure, which was highlighted thanks to the tight clothes you were wearing. The tight shirt accentuated your waist, and that black mini skirt you wore left nothing to the imagination. Oh, how much he missed your curves! How much he missed touching you…

He began to move in your direction slowly, as if he were afraid that you would run away. He gently placed his hands over your shoulders and rubbed them down over your arms, feeling your tensed muscles relax under his touch.

“Leon…” you said, trying to push him away once more with the little reasoning you had left. In fact, you were starting to become intoxicated by his mere presence.

“I missed you so much…” he whispered as he leaned over you, pressing his body over yours. His head rubbed against yours, inhaling the sweet perfume that used to make him mad. He pressed his lips over your forehead, drowning in your scent, and allowed his body to react purely on instinct.

“I know… I missed you too…but this is not the time or place...please leave…”

He didn’t say a word; instead, he let his actions speak for him. His lips went lower, kissing your cheek until he boldly placed a lingering kiss on your neck. Feeling his warm breath on your neck, you let out a long sigh as you tiled your head to give him more space.

“Persistent bitch…” you whispered, and his little chuckle blessed your hearing.

With half-lidded eyes, his hands went to explore the curves of your body, small grunts escaping from his lips as he felt drowsy from pleasure.

He kept puffing and groaning in your ear with every move. His lips would occasionally kiss your neck as he indulged with you. Feeling yourself getting weaker, you placed your hands on the wooden desk as this touch intoxicated you. Doing so, you rubbed your ass over his crotch.

“Leon…” you said, no longer denying the fact that you needed him.

“I don’t care if Wesker catches us.”

He said while one hand reached your hips.

“And I don’t care if your secretary tells him I was here.”

“Leon…” you said as you felt his hand lift your skirt, exposing your ass to him.

“He can watch for what I care.”

His fingers gently tapped over the warmth of your core, thought your panties, feeling the soaked fabric with his fingertips.

Every rub and every motion sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. You kept pushing your core over his fingers, synchronising your hips with his movements. You were so desperate for his touch that even the slightest motion made you moan.

“I missed you so much…” he muffled with his head buried in your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of the perfume that was starting to wear off, being replaced with the natural scent of your skin.

You could feel a hand making its way up to your chest. His fingers struggled to push the fabric apart, and when they successfully exposed your breast, they began to play with it in a rough, desperate manner.

“Fuck…” His teeth sank into your flesh, and his grip on your breast tightened, causing you to flinch.

“Sorry babe….” He whispered in your ear. “I’ll try to be more gentle.”

Before you could remind him that it wasn’t wise for you to return to your boyfriend with hickeys and bruises on your body, he pushed your panties aside and began to search for your clit. Your pussy was so wet that his fingers were shortly coated in your juices.

His hand moved from your breast to your neck, his grip tightening as he pushed two fingers inside.

“So wet for me…” he said as he twisted and curled his fingers so slowly, as he was enjoying your squirms and moans.

Even if it’s been so long since you two were intimate, his touch didn’t become foreign. It felt refreshing, as if you were reunited with a long-lost lover.

His hand remained on your neck as he kept thrusting. He was so deep now, and it felt like he was exploring you for the first time.

The more he’d thrust, the less you’d try to control yourself. Gripping the desk and pushing your ass back, you began to synch your hips with him, chasing your own pleasure. You didn’t care how loud you’d become; you just wanted to let him know how good he made you feel.

“Fuck yes…” you said, feeling a third finger entering you.

“Not so stressed anymore, huh?”

“Shut up.”

His fingers went in and out of your puffy, slick cunt with ease, and they would be engulfed with each move. You didn’t realise until now how much you missed him.

“Leon…” you called out his name as you eagerly brought a hand to your back and searched for his pants. You wanted something much bigger to fill you.

With the hand he used to pleasure you, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. Its head was swollen and already leaking, and when your warm hand wrapped around him, he let out a much louder whimper than he had expected.

You guided him to your entrance, and when he pushed the first few inches, you collapsed back on the wooden surface as you began to feel full already. Oh, how much you missed him—his touch, his presence. He was simply intoxicating.

“That’s right, you’re so good for me.” He grabbed your hips as he began to pump into you like a madman. With his head thrown back, he kept calling your name as he got lost in pleasure. You took him so well, so easily. Your cunt alone made him push all the reasoning aside and return to primal instincts.

“Babe…” he said between moans.

The room was filled with filthy, sinful noises of slapping sounds and whines.

Leon made the mistake of looking down at you. He saw that ass jiggling with every thrust and his cock sliding in and out of you, which made his knees tremble.

“You’re perfect; you knew that?” He said it between grunts as he quickly slapped your ass.

“Uh..uhh” you tried to say an “yes” but instead you let out inaudible sounds.

He picked up the pace, going so deep until your pussy would engulf his dick completely.

“Fuck…I think imma…”

It didn’t help that you were approaching your orgasm too, as your walls contracted around him, driving him to the edge.

His pace got more erratic, and soon you felt hot, thick spurts inside you.

The room was suddenly silent, with only your heavy breaths being heard. Leon still had his hands on your hips, but the grip was lighter.

He pulled out, his cum oozing from your tired cunt down your thighs.

He spent a few seconds admiring his work until reality hit him. It was late, so late, and your boyfriend could appear soon. He didn’t regret his actions, tho.

Leon searched for some tissues to clean up some of his mess. His fingers tried to clean as much as he could his soft cock. Seeing that you needed some time to regain your composure, he quickly tried to help. You flinched when you felt the tissue between your exhausted, sensitive folds.

“Easy now.” He said as he rubbed your lower back. After that, he helped you fix your appearance; he pushed down your skirt and fixed your shirt.

“That was…bold.” You said it after your mind was getting clear.

“I know…I’m sorry…” he said in a soft tone as he wrapped his arms around your body. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes. You didn’t want him to go. All of this was so wrong, and yet it seemed like neither of you could stop. You enjoyed the thrill and the risk of getting caught.

You let out a long exhale.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Really?” He asked in a surprised voice.

You didn’t want to put an end to it, at least not yet. You would consume him over and over until one of you grew tired of the other or until Wesker figured it out. It felt too good to let go.

“If you don’t want it, I won’t call you.”

“No, no, it’s not that. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

Tomorrow was good; he is out of town. This affair leaves a bitten taste in your mouth sometimes, but Leon’s touch is just too good.

[cookiewoli]

NPC dialogue with my builder

It's been so long since I'm thinking about the NPC dialogue of my builder, but I finally finished it !!

"Cookie" is a new resident at Sandrock. She works with Doctor Fang as a veterinary voluntary, but have to work as a builder too in order to be able to live. She's very clumsy and airhead, but always in a good mood. Her positivity seems to be contagious.

Introduction :

Hi ! Everyone here called me by my nickname Cookie. Nice to meet ya ! I'm a part-time builder and I'm working at the clinic as a veterinary twice per day ; the Monday and... No. Hum.... Tuesday and Thursday... No that's not it... Wednesday and Friday...?

...

Just come at the clinic and see if I'm here.

Birthday :

My birthday ? It's... Ah ! The 27 autumn ! You're not oblige to remember it. Sometimes I forget it myself.

Acquaintance :

- If you need something, don't hesitate to ask me. But I don't guarantee that your craft will be in a good state... Well, if you're too scared to see my broken craft and be disappointed, ask to Mi-An.

Buddy :

- Please, if you see Yan... Can you tell me I'm working into the mine ? During this time, I will wandering around searching for some animals and play with them.Oh. wait. I was not supposed to say that.

Good friend :

- It's so hard to work as a builder and veterinary too ! Well, even though I'm working at the clinic twice per week, and that for the rest of the week people refuses to give me commission...

I guess I don't have as much work as I thought.

Best friend :

- I never thought I would be so attached to all people in Sandrock! It's been less than one year since I'm here. Sandrock is my new family.

Hey, can I say that my best friend is part of my family too ?! Thank you for putting up with me.

Lover :

- Turn around so I can hug you... W-why from behind ? Well, it's a little bit embarrassing if I facing you... I don't want you to see me blush...!

- I'm always smiling usually, but when I see you... My smile get bigger and my cheeks becomes red ! I always want to be by your side.

During a sandstorm :

Be careful during sandstorm, it's very dangerous ! Last time, I almost receive a brick floating away from my workshop. Another time, I met a wild Yakmel and had to run away ! And another time, I fell into the sandfish pond... Ah, and... Well. Forget it. Just watch where you step !

On rainy days :

Hey, why are we saying"it's raining cats and dogs" ? There is no animals falling from the sky...

...

Sorry. That's a dumb question.

Day of a bright sun :

Day of bright sun is like a second Christmas ! But it's not very smart to put food inside gift that will fall from the sky. Just imagine the surprise when you open it !

Showdown at High Noon :

I love this day ! It's the best occasion to fight people you don't like for free and without any consequences !

Wait... Am I the only one to think like this ??

Haha ! I'm joking. Right ?

Days of memories :

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it. See the floating lanterns always make me wanna cry. It hurts so much to not be able anymore to say to someone how much you love him. I hope this lantern will be the link between the earth and the sky.

Tour de Rock :

Hey, let's ask to Trudy if we can include the Pensky to the racing ! Why ? Because they're don't need board to slide across the sand ! Ah, but I guess they'll always win... Oh and I don't want to hurt one of them unintentionally... Okay. Forget the idea.

Running of the Yakmels :

Ah, it's the only event where you don't have to apologize if you hit someone clumsily ! Wait. But it's only if I'm riding a Yakmel ? It doesn't work if I'm stumbling on someone like usual ?

Winter solstice :

One of the best event of the year... The event that unite all people in Sandrock around a bonfire and delicious food ! But my favourite part is the fireworks. It's so beautiful! Even though after this your ears hurts...

Speech bubbles :

Greets a friend : Hi ! How many time have I met you today ?

Greets a romantic partner : See you has made my day !

New haircut : Hmm... It seems something changed but I don't know what.

Panda eyes : Nice panda makeup !! Oh, that's not makeup...

When attacked : Hey ! I'm sure this attack is not clumsiness!

Gift :

Loved gift :

King horned dragon : aaaaw, thanks it's so cute !! Wait a minute... Since when have you this poor creature in your pockets ? But don't worry. I will take very good care of it !

Purple fireworks : Heheh, I know someone who will be startled... Hmm ? Did I say something ?

Liked gifts :

Cactus Halloween statue : Thanks ! I will place it into my workshop so that everyone can see the light into the night.

Neutral gifts : Thank you ! For what it is...? Well, I suppose it's the gesture that counts.

Disliked gifts :

Spicy food : Ah... Sorry but I can't eat this. My stomach become hell every time I eat this.

Romance :

Accepted : W-what ? You want me to be your girlfriend ? How embarrassing, but... Yes, of course ! I will do everything to see your smile !

Rejected : Haha... I'm sorry but, I can't start a relationship now. I'm not ready to open my heart for someone. Excuse me.

Break up : Am I... Dreaming ? No...? Okay then. It's your choice, I can't do anything about it. Forget me for a while please.

Jealous : I... I thought you loved me. I guess I wasn't important enough to you. It's so hard to trust someone nowadays.

Sitting, dining and chatting :

(Dlc outfit)

Compliment appearance :

- Thanks ! It upset me that people see me like a teenager because of my twintail and my large jacket when I'm an adult !

Compliment work :

- W-woah, I never thought to hear this one day. You know the deformed objects at the guild the weekend ? Don't you ever ask yourself... Who build them ?

Compliment personality :

Thanks ! I like to cheer up everyone the best I can. A smile can make your day, and sometimes kindness is enough too !

Asked about her past :

I have been took away from my family as a kid. I missed my old brother and father that I want to catch up with. And my mother ? Haha... Hum. Let's change subject please.

Asked about work :

To be honest... I don't have a lot of commissions. On the one hand, I have a lot of free time. On the other hand, I don't earn a lot of money... Even when I'm working at the clinic.

Asked what she likes to do :

First of all, taking care of the other. Animals or human. Secondly... I like playing pranks. As long as I don't get caught. I'm always running away from Yan. I don't know how he always knows it's me !

Asked about her favourite things :

I love collecting cute things !! If you come to my house you will see that I have more plush than machines... B-but don't tell this to anyone ! They may see me more as a child...

Relationships thoughts :

Elsie : She's one of my best friend ! We have so much in common, like our love for animals, and pranks. She's the one who always gets me into it ! Ah... And I'm always the one who can stop her. She's used to seeing me running towards her with some wild animals behind me that I tried to become friends with, and she's always helps me to calm them down. I still want to believe that every animals can become your friend.

Fang : First he's appears to me as a very cold person. He reminds me my mother in a kind of way... I was really wary in the beginning. But with some times, I see in him a very kind person, who cares about others. Just like my master... It's one of the reasons why I asked him to become his apprentice. He heals humans, I heals animals. Well, I haven't finished my studies in veterinary, but his methods of heals are very interesting ! I work at the clinic when he's not here, Wednesday and Friday.

Because we are colleagues, I always call him "Doctor Fang".

He's not very talkative, but his silence is peaceful and his presence alone is comforting. No need to talk to convey emotions.

His behaviour suggests that he's been through a difficult stuff, so I try not to touch him, or go behind his back, as this might frighten him. When he's feeling bad, I feel so... Useless. The only thing I can do is to stay by his side, and ask him "Tell me what you feel." In this way, he began to open up to me. Thanks for trusting me Doctor Fang.

X : He's my very first friend when I arrived to Sandrock. It's so much easier to talk and confess your pain to an animals. Animals are pure, trustworthy. When I'm too shy to talk to someone, or when I see someone sad, I ask X to carry a small paper with a message on it. Usually I wrote jokes, funny or comforting quotes so that I can see someone smiles reading it. My favourite thing is to do it with Fang. Ah, I never get tired to see him laughing to my messages !! That's because he doesn't dare laugh in front of me...

Mi-An : She's one of my bestie ! She helped me a lot when I came here, searching for a job. I asked Yan to become a builder to earn some money and be useful, and Mi-An taught me everything. She's very patient towards me because I fail everything I build, but erm- When we first hanged out, we saw that we have a lot of things in common ! I really trust her. She's one of the few people I've been able to open up to.

Ernest : He's very kind, and pretty, but... I'm really scared of him. N-not of "him" personally! But you know, he's a writer, journalist and... I'm terrified that he found some information about me... Before Sandrock. I tried to run away from my old life, starts a new one. I can't forget what happened to me before, but... I can just close my eyes and pretend that everything will be okay. I couldn't bear it if my old life caught up with me to the point of destroying my new one. Sorry Ernest to be so cold towards you !

Yan : Like a lot of people, I don't like it. He treats everyone like sh- I mean, he treats everyone like nothing. Okay, he can treat me like this because I'm a Newbie like he said, but he can't act like this towards Mi-An ! She's very strong, determined, she works very hard and Yan never congratulates her ! Unforgivable.

More of that, he scares me a lot. Especially when he's angry. Like, every time ? I always try to avoid him with different methods. Like hiding, disguise or just run away. The only times I approach him with more than 10 meter is to prank him. Hey ! He always says "He who loves well, punishes well" so here it is. Sorry.

[inevitably-ineffable-husbands]

Hello! I'm relatively new to the GO fandom, and I've never read a fic yet and need some comfort pleeeeease 😭 hoping for something soft and cosy

Hey Nonny!

Ahhhhh, you're missing out for sure!! :D

Ah, I don't usually do specific lists for the GO Fandom, but this one was easy enough to do a quick tag search of my bookmarks!

All of these are Pre-S2, as I have yet to read S2 fics! :)

Enjoy! And as usual with my recs, feel free to suggest your own!

HURT/COMFORT (Good Omens)

anywhere i go you go, my dear by chamaenerion (G, 1,533 w., 1 Ch. || Post Armageddon’t, Panic Attacks, POV Aziraphale, Touching, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Protective Crowley, Anxious Crowley, Love Confessions, Snake Crowley, Clingy Crowley) – After the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, Crowley is reluctant to leave Aziraphale's side.

for your eyes only by punkenigma (T, 2,501 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Armageddon’t, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Getting Together, Love / Drunk Confessions, 6000 Year Slow Burn, Insecure / Worried / Scared Crowley, Fear of Heartbreak) – Crowley was forced to face two inalienable truths: One, a world without Aziraphale was simply not a world worth imagining and even less so worth experiencing. Two, Crowley’s feelings for Aziraphale had changed dramatically since Armageddon." Alt Title: the one where Crowley can't keep it bottled in any longer.

Where Heaven Begins by sussexbound (M, 2,515 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Crowley, Soft Idiots, Emotional Love Making, Hurt/Comfort, Crowley Has Healing Powers, Kissing, Bed Sharing, Crowley POV) – Aziraphale bleeds. Is bleeding. He’s wearing human skin, after all.

In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather (M, 2,661 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Confessions, Soft Crowley, POV Aziraphale, Post-Canon, First Kiss, Wings) – Aziraphale realizes that Crowley's been saying something rather loudly for a week.

It's Not the Fall that Kills You by Mitsuhachi (G, 3,442 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Angst With Happy Ending, Fall From Grace) – "Oh Aziraphale," the figure inclined its blank face like a mother reprimanding an errant but beloved child. "You have been too long alone. The Serpent's lies suffice to cloud even the judgement of one of Our Virtues. We should have expected this." A glowing hand was extended towards Aziraphale, flickering like flame in the faint breeze. "Will you not repent?"

In Which Crowley Is a Guardian Demon and Aziraphale Is, in His Own Way, a Guardian Angel by easybeak (NR [T], 3,926 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Apocalypse, Accidental Love Confessions, Crying, Protective Aziraphale, Idiots in Love, Drunk Crowley, Soft Crowley, Pining Crowley, Inner Turmoil, Letters, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Breakdown, Self-Loathing, Light Angst) – Crowley has known Aziraphale as far back as he can remember. Of course, he's loved his angel almost that long, too. It's hard not to, when he looks up at him with those big, blue puppy dog eyes and practically begs for it... he's been doing little favors for him forever, keeping him safe. And some point along the way, he fell in love. Who could blame him? No secret can last forever, though. All Crowley can hope for is that Aziraphale won't resent him for it.

Réveillon by Big_Edies_Sun_Hat (T, 6,431 w., 3 Ch. || Christmas Eve, Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Established Relationship, International Travel, Moments in Time, Historical / Biblical Interpretation) – After a gloomy history with Christmas, Aziraphale shows Crowley how he has learned to seek out the good in it by traveling around the world on Christmas Eve. Highlights include: the Annunciation; potholes; international teleportation; peace and hope; arson; Lupe gets a doll of her very own.

Exposed by LollipopCop (E, 8,867 w., 2 Ch. || Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love, First Kiss, First Time, Making Out, Wings, Love Confessions, Virgin Crowley, Angst with Happy Ending) – In which Gabriel can feel how much Aziraphale loves Crowley, and outs him.

In Muted Tone by sobakasu & sssnakelady (T, 9,386 w., 2 Ch. || Post-Apocalypse, Crowley POV, Heavy Pining, Emotional Turmoil, Awkward Crowley, Shy Crowley, Fluff and Anget, Happy Ending, Moving in Together, Love Confessions, Poetry, Panic Attacks, Drinking to Cope, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, Hurt/Comfort) – It is roughly ten thirty PM on a Saturday night. The night that Armageddon didn’t. They are three bottles of wine in and Aziraphale is rambling.

wherever you are, i'll come to you by mutalune (T, 11,375 w., 6 Ch. || Post-Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Fallen Angel Aziraphale, Aziraphale Loves Crowley, Crowley Tries to Help, Slight Angst, Petty Demonic Aziraphale) – “Now that I’m no longer beholden to a rather arbitrary moral code, I have to ask: Do you pay taxes? Actually, more importantly, do you think I can stop paying taxes now? That seems like a sufficiently demonic thing to do. Refusing to do my civic duty and whatnot. Quite devious, I’d argue.” This was, in hindsight, not the most sensitive way of breaking the news.

You Never Had A Heart by HotCrossPigeon (T, 12,983 w., 3 Ch. || Hurt Aziraphale, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blood/Injury, Scared/Panicking Crowley, Idiots in Love, Caring Crowley, Aziraphale Whump, Demonic Traps, BAMF Aziraphale, Hugs, Soft Crowley, Discorporation, Caring/Protective Crowley, Humour, Angst with Happy Ending, Crowley Rescues Aziraphale, Bad Acting, Knife Wounds, Traumatized Crowley, First Kiss, Protective Aziraphale, Hurt Crowley) – Aziraphale finds himself unwittingly ensnared in a demonic trap. Unfortunately for a panicking Crowley, there’s only one way to get the angel out of it. Part 6 of Hurt!Aziraphale Stories

The Nice and Accurate Love Story of A. J. Crowley and A. Z. Fell by SealandRocks (E, 16,353 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Crowley, Implied Mutual Pining, Emotional Love Making, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Crowley, Jealous Crowley, Crowley’s Plants, Kissing as Healing, Moments in Time, The Arrangement, Love Confessions, Bottom Crowley, Gentle Aziraphale, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Crowley is Bad at Feelings, First Kiss/Time, Anal Sex / Fingering, Wings / Wing Kink, Porn With Plot, Praise Kink, Kissing in the Rain, Symbolism, Historical References) – Crowley and Aziraphale have been dancing around each other since the beginning. From Eden to London, it eventually becomes very hard to avoid the only other immortal around. And after so many centuries, having a physically body becomes a bit uncomfortable. Crowley is left to wonder what it is about Aziraphale that helps ease the ache in his soul. It would only take him 6000 years to figure out that it was rooted in something deeper all along. Part 1 of Love Stories for the Oblivious

Souls In Creation by Dragonfruit112 (NR [M], 23,110 w., 6 Ch. || Aziraphale was Raphael, Hurt/Comfort, Angst With Happy Ending, True Angel Forms, Memory Loss/Amnesia, Seraph!Aziraphale, Cherub!Crowley, Moments of Time, Pining Aziraphale, Deaths, Disasters Through History, Whump, Taking Care of Each Other, Friendship, Mates to Friends to Mates, Bed Sharing, Sick Crowley, Healing Powers, BAMF Aziraphale) – They knew each other before the Fall. They loved each other before the Fall. They were creation's first soul mates. But the Fall changed everything, and now Aziraphale is forced to live in a world where only he remembers their shared past. Burdened by pain and grief, he hides himself under the guise of a clumsy Principality until he can make his love remember once more. Only, he doesn't know how long that'll take.

[aftershocked]

would love to see number 10 🥺🙏

(And if you’re up to it, here’s some others that caught my eye: 18, 35, 49, 54)

so. i was going to wait and answer these all at once but the first prompt came out to 1,487 words. so.

Valvert - #10, hair/caressing/braiding; 1.5k, rated G leaning briefly on T:

“Oh, let me get that, my dear.”

One of Valjean’s large hands reaches forward to cover Javert’s own, still pinching a bit of ribbon between his fingertips.

Javert huffs soundlessly as he passes the ribbon to Valjean without complaint, lowering his arms and settling more comfortably onto the small upholstered stool they keep next to the little desk in their bedroom.

He is already dressed for a brisk, wintry day, despite the few scant rays of dawn just now peeking past their curtains—still nervous, even now, whenever he accompanies Valjean to visit Cosette and her husband and their children. He cuts a handsome figure to Valjean’s eyes, wrapped in warm trousers and pleated woolen shirtsleeves, layered with the embroidered waistcoat that Valjean had gifted him the previous Christmas, its back panel a deep navy satin that hugs Javert’s waist with a delicately knotted bow.

Valjean forces his eyes away from the cinched fabric to note where the folded heap of Javert’s cravat yet lies on top of the desk, and beside it the simple, battered wooden hairbrush that was one of the few items Javert had brought with him to the Rue de l’Homme Armé all those years ago. His long waterfall of hair has been neatly brushed, and now needs only to be tied back into its customary queue; of late it is more grey than black, fanning out from his temples to fall in interlocking layers of iron and silver and gunmetal down nearly to Javert’s mid-back.

Valjean gently gathers the silky cascade of loose hair into his hand, stomach fluttering at the simple pleasure of his callused skin snagging on the thin strands—impossibly soft to the touch, and smelling faintly of the lavender and rosemary of their little bottle of hair oil.

He cannot resist sinking his fingers into where the hair grows thick at the other man’s nape, nails lightly scraping over Javert’s skull as he tugs a little more firmly at the hair clutched in his palm, the better to keep it straight and tidy for Javert’s queue—but a smile tugs at his lips at the quiet gasp Javert makes in response; the way Javert’s head tips back to follow the movement of Valjean’s hands in his hair.

“Do you have a second riband?” Valjean asks, enjoying the luxurious weight of Javert’s hair within his hand. His other rests at the juncture of Javert’s neck and shoulder, the heat of Javert’s skin seeping slowly through the material of his collar, Javert’s pulse strong and steady against Valjean’s palm. The impressive bristle of his whiskers brushes Valjean’s fingertips, and he looses a shuddering, indulgent exhale as Valjean’s thumb begins to rub in tiny, aimless circles; catching on the wisps of hair there, relaxing muscles that are always too tense, even so early in the morning.

“Another one?” Javert replies, bemused; even as he tilts his head into the tempting caress of Valjean’s fingertips, heedless of the way the angle pulls a lock of hair free of Valjean’s hold to tumble down his back, and Valjean ducks his head to press a kiss to the crown of Javert’s head.

“Perfect,” he says, withdrawing his hand from Javert’s throat to pull at the escaped hair. “I needed to separate it anyway; it’s been too long since I got to braid your hair for you.”

“It’s only been a few days, you old con,” Javert says, voice rasping faintly at the edges, shivering at each new touch of Valjean’s hand along his neck, the hinge of his jaw.

“Exactly,” Valjean agrees, “Nearly an eternity.”

He parts the thick layers of hair into sections, still running his hands through the glinting tangle shaded as mercury and coal and stardust. If Valjean could put a color to the glimmering constellations the other man will speak so fondly of—in that spare, gruff way of his whenever it is a matter of any importance to him—surely it would be here, in Valjean’s hands, coiled sleek and gleaming between each stout finger.

He carefully pulls and twists the familiar river of Javert’s hair into an orderly, uniform plait; resisting the urge to dither too long with the soft strands between his fingers, knowing it will only result in lopsided loops and frayed, frizzing ends. And while Valjean would hardly mind starting right back over from the beginning, Javert would likely insist on doing it himself the second time, for the sake of efficiency.

And so Valjean applies himself to the task as scrupulously as he knows the other man would do himself, the well-known rhythm soothing and intimate and over entirely too quickly by Valjean’s reckoning; the finished braid slipping easily from his hold to thump softly against Javert’s back.

“I don’t suppose you could grow your hair out longer still,” Valjean says, not entirely sure himself if he means it in jest. “I do so love to brush and braid it for you.”

The other man turns his head to look up at Valjean over one broad shoulder, his thin lips pulled down into a considering moue, his brow furrowed in puzzlement. “I would have no strong objections,” Javert says, his voice now steadied to its usual deep and resonant baritone. “Though it seems impractical. But you already know you may brush or braid it as often as you wish, whatever the length of my hair.”

“If I were to do this as often as I wished, I would need to be the one brushing out your hair morning and night,” Valjean replies, grinning in earnest now. He allows himself to tug gently at the tail of Javert’s plait, thinking ahead to the evening, when they prepare themselves for bed:

Javert changed from this more formal attire into his long, ruffed nightshirt, stockings yet in place in deference to the cold night; loosing the ribbons in his hair and fastidiously unwinding the individual strands until they fall in snaking waves down his back, enticing Valjean’s fingertips.

Valjean would want to trail his hands through the curls left by the braid; clasping messy handfuls in his work-roughened palms as he hauls Javert around to meet the other man’s mouth with his own, fingers buried in hair the color of quicksilver and glimmering to match the starlight falling through their bedroom window.

He would want to lace his fingers through the jumbled tresses falling around Javert’s shoulders and pull the other man closer to him, pressed chest to hip to thigh before walking Javert to their bed, slowly lowering the other man to lie beneath him on the plush duvet, Valjean’s hands still pulling at Javert’s hair as it spilled across the bedding, and—

“—jean,” Javert says. He sounds very much like this is not the first time in the past few minutes that he has called Valjean’s name. “Jean.”

Valjean blinks. The sunlight peeping through their curtains looks, perhaps, brighter than he last recalls. It is still early in the morning, with a long day yet ahead of them; and Javert’s expression has drifted somewhere between fondness and an amused exasperation as he says, “Are you still tired? It’s early yet, you could nap for a while longer…”

“No, no,” Valjean waves the suggestion away, cheeks heating as he determinedly sets aside his wandering thoughts and their decidedly inopportune nature; it will do him no good to keep thinking that way, with a trip to the Pontmercy-Gillenormand househould and a half-dozen errands ahead of them before nightfall—and any potential reenactment of his imaginings. “I’m not tired at all; I simply was a bit lost in thought, planning out our day.”

He pauses, and adds, with an attempt at nonchalance he knows will not fool Javert for even a moment: “But I may take you up on your earlier suggestion, if you will permit me to brush your hair out tonight.”

An eyebrow creeps up Javert’s forehead, deepening the creases cut across it by time and age and experience, and the ghost of a smirk plays around the corners of his mouth as he replies with a knowing, “Indeed?”

He tosses his head, braid swinging over his shoulder as he faces forward once more, picking up the cravat lying on the desk before him to loop it around his neck. The cravat had been a gift from Valjean as well, to match the waistcoat—and Javert slips it beneath the rope of his braid and edges of his collar, to fasten it expertly at the hollow of his throat. Once complete, his hands pull away from his neck, and he swallows; the elegant knot of the cravat bobbing in time with the motion.

Javert glances at Valjean from the corner of one eye, where a single coil of hair has been missed by Valjean’s handiwork; now lying tucked against the crow’s feet that deepen when Javert smiles. He murmurs: “As I said; whatever you wish, my Jean.”

[rufusrant]

Any starrison fic recommendations? I’ve read like every single one but it would also be nice to just revisit ones I haven’t read in a while

EVERY SINGLE ONE? wow. that is a great 1135 fics as we speak. sure i have some recs for you!

i apologise in advance as i'm surely missing out on a lot of truly great fics and writers due to *not* having read every fic in the tag. and as i unfortunately don't have any leads on your favourite tropes, anon, i hope a list of some of my own personal favourites will suffice! (sorted by word count under the cut)

only finished works are included in this list.

≤2000

More of you to love by @celeste-fitzgerald (G, 778 w., 2 ch. || Fluff, Modern Setting) — While doing some online shopping, George buys a Ringo plushie. Best purchase he's ever made.

A Smile and a Kiss by @measuredoutinyears (T, 950 w., 1 ch. || Fluff, Established Relationship, Idiots in Love) — Paul bets Ringo he can’t last five minutes without smiling to his boyfriend. Ringo thinks he can take up the challenge. (He’s so wrong.)

For You Blues by @no-longer-humans (M, 638 w., 1 ch. || Implied/Referenced Cheating, Mild Sexual Content, Introspective) — Partly inspired by Bluets (poetry collection). George works out his feelings.

poking feelings by @friendofgeorgeharrison (G, 326 w., 1 ch. || Post-Beatles, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Literal Sleeping Together) — A short glimpse of George and Ringo right before they retire for the night. Featuring their love and Ringo’s earring.

You Are Young And Life Is Long by @gold1984 (Unrated, 634 w., 1 ch. || Early Beatles, Plotless Fluff, Birthday) — On the day George turns 22, Ringo realizes how much time left for them to spend together.

Let Nothing You Dismay by @honeyheffron (G, 990 w., 1 ch. || Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort) — In the wee hours of Christmas morning, Ringo can't sleep. The next logical step, of course, is to build a gingerbread house.

Black and Pink by @mithranqueer (G, 1018 w., 1 ch. || Hamburg Era, Pre-Slash) — George has always found himself drawn to Ringo, eventually he'll admit that it isn't just because of his drumming ability.

Where We Shared Our Tiny Grace by @cinnamontoastandtears (T, 1596 w., 1 ch. || Getting Together, First Kiss, Domestic Fluff) — Ringo and George move in together. They have a small accident. But just because it's an accident doesn't mean it's bad.

i bet you're gonna smile by yours truly (T, 987 w., 1 ch. || Pillow Talk, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content) — Barred from the hotel dining room on a busy Valentine's Day, George and Ringo spend it in bed with a movie.

≤5000

A Calculated Risk by @blackbeltkitten2 (G, 2699 w., 1 ch. || Sickfic, Fluff, Getting Together) — Brian's sent the boys out to an idyllic little cottage to write and relax. In the middle of winter. At least George gets an idea for his Ringo Situation once his headache subsides.

I Can't Tell You (But I Know It's Mine) by madgezimmer (E, 4933 w., 1 ch. || Handjobs, Blowjobs, Bathtubs, Implied/Referenced Alcholism) — 1969. Maureen, Zak & Jason are away with the Powells, leaving Ringo alone in an empty house. But nothing lasts forever.

well i may not live past twenty-one but what a way to die by @friendofgeorgeharrison (T, 3039 w., 1 ch. || Genderbent, Hamburg Era, Getting Together, First Kiss, Implied Sexual Content) — Ringo Starr is a butch, look at her funny, she’ll curse at you. Call her something she doesn’t like, you’ll get your nose broken. Touch her and you’ll get cut. Or that’s what Georgie thought of her until she got to know her more intimately.

No Weddings by @measuredoutinyears (T, 2887 w., 1 ch. || Fluff and Angst, Bittersweet, Unconventional Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia, Love Confessions) — The Beatles are getting married, one by one. But George can't have the only man he wants, and he's not fine with it.

Trust by @celeste-fitzgerald (E, 3872 w., 1 ch. || First Time With Each Other, Fluff and Smut, Handjobs, Anal Sex, Top Ringo Bottom George) — George and Ringo may not have any experience with going all the way with each other - or with any man, for that matter - but they're ready to figure it out together.

≤10K

Cayenne by @honeyheffron (M, 8050 w., 1 ch. || Hamburg Era, Period-Typical Homophobia, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Minor Violence, THIS IS MY MOST FAVOURITE STARRISON FIC EVER) — George, Ringo, and the fervid wiles of Hamburg, 1960.

a push in the right direction by @blobfishmiffy (T, 6442 w., 1 ch. || No Band, Modern Setting, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Mutual Pining, First Kiss) — Ringo and George are not dating. They're not. John (and also Paul) think otherwise. There are realisations.

Life Is Real by @measuredoutinyears (T, 8870 w., 3 ch. || Modern Setting, University AU, Fluff, Queen (band) References) — George's jeans betrayed him (ie they teared exactly where they shouldn't have). John is way too happy about it and Paul isn't of any help. George's shame will never end unless someone steps in. Or: two Queen fans meet.

An Act of Love by @celeste-fitzgerald (M, 6006 w., 3 ch. || Modern Setting, side Bob Dylan/George, Pining, Mild Sexual Content, Fluff and Angst, Kind-of Pretend Relationship) — It's been way too long since George has been on a proper date. The only men who are interested in him only want him for his body, and George is sick of it. Luckily, Ringo has a plan. He'll take George on a pretend date and pull out all the stops to make sure he knows how worthy he is. It's a great plan - or at least it would have been if Ringo didn't catch feelings.

≥10K (oh my god there's so much i haven't read yet please forgive me)

A Love That's Shining All Around Here by @measuredoutinyears (M, 12,740w. 3 ch. || Modern Setting, Fluff and Smut, Requited Unrequited Love, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Grinding) — George can't have Ringo in real life, so he writes fanfictions about them. Until, one day, Ringo discovers fanfictions are a thing.

Guess Who? by @celeste-fitzgerald (T, 14,980 w., 9 ch. || Secret Crush, Coming Out, Eventual Starrison) — George has been struggling to keep his feelings for Ringo a secret, and after two months, Ringo confronts him about the strange way he's been acting. Ringo discovers that George has feelings for a man and is curious about who it is. But George, who is scared to tell Ringo that it's him, panics and gives Ringo the first name that pops into his head, hoping that he'll drop the conversation. He didn't plan on Ringo insisting on being his wingman to try to get George together with the man in question.

My Georgemortal by yours truly (Unrated, 21,932 w. 44 ch. || Crack, My Immortal (fanfic) references, an unhinged mess) — George is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. May God help us all.

thanks for the ask, anon! and an even bigger thank you to every single author on this list. all of you give me life. and i personally hope i have more fics to put on the next rec list!