#that chaotic old gays are being so dramatic and I love it!!

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

Maybe it’s my heart broken, still to fresh from ineffable divorce, imagination…but…did Ed smudge the wife wedding topper to look more like him???? 😭😭😭 (while clearly the husbands one looked like Stede 😩😩)

[diorkyeom]

THE @diorkyeom / @fairyhaos AO3 FIC REC LIST: PART 3

masterlist. part one. part two.

part three of all the ao3 fics that i've read for seventeen which i've loved, kudosed, and proceeded to download so i'll always have with me! lots of these are fics that have been in my library for a while that i just never got round to reccing, so expect a lot of verkwan in this haha

(list is in order of titles!)

By Any Other Name - bapilli

verkwan, omegaverse, oneshot

i don't even read omegaverse so idk how i even ended up reading this in the first place but. it's actually sooo so sweet. their dynamic is just sososo gentle and hansol just Likes seungkwan SO MUCH and it's So obvious and it makes me want to sob in my hands a little bit. this fic gets bonus points for its hurt/comfort elements and the gentle reassurance it has.

Give Me A Chance To Be Yours - lillupon

meanie, uni au, pining, chaptered

listen guys. there is So Much stuff in the meanie tag that if i rec a meanie fic, you just know it's the best of the best. the whole best-friends-who-act-like-theyre-dating thing is delicious But add that with oblivious mingyu and pining wonu and a confession not taken seriously and jealousy and you have an absolutely stellar fic. and wow, guess what, that's exactly what this fic is

Green (With Leaves) - kaiteki

soonhoon, plant shop au, chaptered (but short)

no bc why is literally the gentlest, sweetest, fondest soonhoon characterisation ever and why is it so accurate???? i Love dramatic soonyoung and dry humour jihoon and their fun little dynamic put into the loveliest friends to lovers plot ever. y'all know that i prefer strangers/ friends to lovers over e2l for soonhoon any day and this fic does it rly well

i'm all about you - checkyeshoshi

verkwan, football (soccer), chaptered

honestly seungkwan as a firecracker of a football coach is something ive Never thought about before but it also makes so much sense???? and hansol just being The Guy dragged into the team's shenanigans is so adorable and very much him imo. also seungkwan basically just gawking at hansol's muscles the entire time >>>

Insomnia - Mistehri

soonhoon, canon au, ib insomnia zero 1, oneshot

soooo soft and soooo sweet!!! i love little canon fics bc theyre always so self indulgent and i love that for the author. also adorable jihoon who can't sleep without soonyoung?? that's absolutely adorable and i cried a bit bc my heart was Melting at how soft they are

pack off the sunset glow - orphan_account

verkwan, roadtrip, non-idols au, oneshot

*clenches fists* i love these gay little boys so so much. it's so chaotic and fun and you literally can imagine everything that happens here and seungkwan being a dramatic mess as usual makes everything soo so much better

PEACH. - petitseok

seoksoo, non-idols, age regression, twoshot

honestly ive never even read those caregiver + regressor fics before but this one :((( instantly the best one of those types of fics ever like. i don't even know what made me click on it but it's So sweet and devastating and regressor!seok now has my heart bc of course this lovely man with big doe eyes should get to act like a 3 year old every now and then to relax

The Tiger On The Mountain - natigail

soonhoon, magical realism, shapeshifter hoshi, chaptered

hnnghghfh listen. people really underappreciate the potential for hybrid fics and shapeshifter fics that hoshi's tiger agenda brings, but this uses it really well! i love the interleaving of fantasy into Totally Normal Lee Jihoon's life and dude,,, the cliché tropes r all just so good

What's In A Name - thanku4urlove

verkwan, non-idols, fluff, crack, oneshot

seungkwan is so!!! himself!!! in this fic and i literally even have one section of this fic screenshotted bc i screamed about it to my friend since it was such an on-point seungkwan characterisation. also user thanku4urlove literally writes the best verkwan fics. i think i've recced their fics in every list so far

your name is a triangle - universefactory(jaeminjeno)

soonhoon, idolverse, established relationship, oneshot

mild misunderstandings and soft relationships. that's it, that's the fic. soonyoung is Sad and Sulking but jihoon is there to knock some sense into him and all is fine once again :D okay but also the way that the members r just so caring in the fic is vv sweet too

[bluemoyai]

I was gonna make a super long post about The Newsreader S1 but I'm extremely shy to post it.

After watching the first season all the way through I very quickly realized I was not going to be able to watch all 3 seasons back to back. I was crazy, I don't know what I was thinking lol. I had to take a smoke break after finishing the season. I was a mess watching the last 2 episodes.

I took some time to write this post because life began lifing, and I had to gather my thoughts and feelings about this show to write this out. But I thought it'll be cool to share some of my thoughts and feelings I had while watching the show.

When I first heard of the show, I thought it was just a silly little news show. I didn't think I would be this emotionally invested in these characters and storylines. I did not expect this show to be as intense as it was. 

The acting in this show is top tier! They are all fantastic!!

The office politics were crazy. The chaotic mess in the office when trying to run a story was thrilling. Dale is so precious. Noelene is so cute. I love her. I like Jean. She seems like the quiet old lady that knows all the tea at work. 

Helens' mental struggles really stressed me out. When she was having panic attacks, I was having one with her. I didn't really like Rob at first. He seemed like a dick, but he grew on me. I love Val Jennings and her and Dale's relationship.

The tension in Tim and Dales interactions was driving me nuts. Helen and Dale's relationship and dynamic had me in shambles. I couldn't handle that much repressed gay energy. I didn't know which relationship I should be rooting for. These 3 characters broke my heart at the end.

I just felt pure angst and anguish. Yes, i'm probably being very dramatic, but i'm an emotional person, and that shit killed me. 

The way the emotions bleed through the screen. I felt terrible for all of what Dale went through.

Episode 5 and 6 absolutely wrecked me. I don't think I need to say much you all know.  

But overall, solid season. 

This is my first time ever watching The Newsreader and seeing most of the actors. I only knew of Sam Reid since I watched him on Interview With The Vampire.

Sam Reid’s acting is phenomenal. It's just very crazy to me the range this man has. I haven't seen his other work. But I will soon, they are now added to my watch later. But just from his portrayal of Dale. It was amazing. The two characters are so very drastically different. I was blown away by some scenes. How Sam is able to evoke those emotions and make me feel so sad and hurt for Dale. I relate to Dale so much. 

Anna Torv was absolutely amazing. I am in love with her.

William Mcinnes yelling was intense. I dislike his character Lindsay but man can he scream. 

This show is so so good!! It was a great season. Very fun watch. It was delightful.

S1 left me emotionally crippled. It was an emotional rollercoaster. My brain was fuzzy all day after watching the show.

Why are all good shows only like 5 to 6 episodes nowadays? It's insane. But excellent writing I was invested the whole way through. I loved it. Highly recommend. 

I would love to discuss this more with others. I love talking to people and I'm friendly, just shy and a lil bit awkward. 

Tbh I don't think I'm any more prepared for s2 than I was for s1. The stress I went through watching this… oh well, on to S2.

[puppyxaegon]

I have some questions.

What are all your favourite ships whether than are canon or not canon, from books, tv shows or movies.

What are all your favourite romance and character tropes.

Okay this ask is over a YEAR old but I never saw it so sorry lol,, that being said my all time fav ships in order of when I got into them include:

Frank/Gerard of MCR: This was the first ship I genuinely got super feral and invested in and learned all the lore and history and spent hours reading smut of them every night in middle school. I think this is the only RPF ship I still interact with to this day because they're just too perfect idk in an alternate universe they're together forever.

Stiles/Derek from Teen Wolf: My first love in terms of fictional ship, this one is very cutesy and nostalgic for me bc of my age at the time of watching, also my first time feeling the agony and evil of unfulfiled queerbaiting because WHY did Derek have that twink thrown up against the wall like that if not...

Marcline/Princess bubblegum from AdvT: One of my very rare sweet and wholesome ships,, I can't even think of them sexually I just love them and they make me cry

Carl/Negan from TWD: It feels weird to include this for obvious reasons but at the time Negan appeared in the show I was the same age as carl and that whole storyline rewired my brain and heavily impacted my sexuality lmao so that's that. I was just a silly little fujo and Carl was my self insert ahaha I was crazy back then

Ramsay/Theon/Reek from GoT/ASOIAF: To this day this is THE ship for me. I have never been more into a ship than Thramsay it's ruined my life a bit. Their whole arc in season 3 with Ramsays growing obsession and Theon's transformation into reek made me realize that there is something wrong with my brain bcs I was NOT thinking normal thoughts about them. Theon is also one of my fav characters like ever he's so tragic and beautiful and do I relate to him and see him as a self insert a bit too much?? Who's to say. I also think this ship is so adaptable and amazing in so many different AUs and also explores and psyches of both characters amazingly blah blah blah I could go on for hours about this so I'll cut myself off now but I'm always down to gab about these characters, as a ship or just in general.

Jennifer/Needy from Jennifer's body: I don't have as much to say about them BUT their dynamic is so ajshsksksis childhood besties who grow to be very different people but still grow up to be attached at the hip is something I love very much. Also they way they're like obsessed with each other and lowkey want each other so bad but neither of them understand it so they just end up destroying each other instead???? Spectacular I'll take 14 more.

Billy/Steve from Stranger Things (+Tommy if ya nasty): This is another ship that's like beautiful and perfect to me I think they go together so well their tension in the show is crazy and they just look so good together??? I was a Billy devotee from the start and lemme tell y'all when season 3 hit the streets????? and Billy was getting physically and emotionally destroyed every single episdose???? Trust me I was feeling things. Also regarding Billy being canonically racist,,,I'm black and I kinda dgaf I think that was kinda a random choice by the creators, its not integral to the character and its easy to do away with in fic! Also Harringrove is in the running for my personal best ship names ever.

Billy/Stu from Scream: WAITER??? MORE REPRESSED GAYS CLINGING TO EACH OTHER FOR SURVIVAL IN A WORLD THAT DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THEM!!! I love how goofy and chaotic and dramatic and immature they are, ellos son toxicos but they need each other I think. Also the fact that an actual QUEER CODED THIS (gay director) theres so much subtext and little things between them so theres just a lot of explore.

For romantic tropes, I'll make this section a lil shorter because I'm already writing a novel here but I very much enjoy: Tragic/doomed/haunting the narrative characters, strong power dynamics, mutual obsession, obsessive/emotional villans, secret relationships, captive/captor, childhood friends to lovers, opposites attract, unrequited crushes/love, rebounds, and lastly whatever the FUCK Theon Greyjoy got going on.

Honorable mention ships: Eddie/Buck (911), Stiles/Lydia (Teen Wolf), Byler (ST), Phan (youtube RPF), Reylo (Star Wars), Stucky (MCU), Rick/Negan (TWD) Loras/Renly (GoT), Ryden (band RPF), Klaine (Glee), Ben/Maddie/Ren (Siren), Dan/Herbert (reanimator)

Thank you for this ask and sorry its so late bc I love talking about my blorbos!!!

[hypnotized-kittens]

favorite ships and ur headcanons for them? :3

Of course beautiful ✨🤭(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I should never trought that someone whould ever ask me for a ship , but well whatever Let's goOOoO

•Chad♥️Bryce

-ok first of all I want to say that the both of them really complement each other in some way , I mean , Chad it's Definitely the kind of lover who is willing to kill and die for his bf ; while Bryce is calm enough to understand and possibly accept someone so dramatic and insecure like Chad ( and Being capable of doing whatever it takes for him ) . Chad it's aware of the problems with money of Bryce so he always tries to help him with something 's : like the money :D . They have a secret relationship because they are scared that the other students whould bully them for that , or even their own clique ( mostly because I have the hc that the preps have grew up in homophobic families and they don't know how they Will react ) . Chad's dog doesn't really like Bryce so when He approaches Chad, Chester starts barking as if he was satan himself . Once he almost bites his nutz . He ended up bitting Chad nutz instead . It hurtalot babsbbsjssjjsjsjsjsjsnxlwjfvbfjdkdjd.

•Derby♥️Jhonny ( Dirtmoney )

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH , I love and feel ankward everytime I see this ship and their content, it's just prettyy and aoaoaiksoa

-they arlready felt a tention everytime they saw each other , so slowly but surely they fall in a crazy yet stupidly hot love . Everytime someone else aproaches to one of them , the other comes from begind the nowere and hugs from begind or kisses the neck with a " no maam , look for another " face . Derby often just goes and surround His arms over Jhonny's chest , He gets easily blushed with that and the preppie débil knows it ;⁠) . They have to meet in secret cuz ✨ SocIaL STatUs ✨. Derby still feels something strange about being with Jhonny (gay from the closet moment), but he doesn't give it that much importance. Jhonny, on the other hand, is surprised that his worst enemy was even More faithful than Lola, he's a bit closed off with affection to look like "the king of Bullworth," but sometimes he just can't help but blush too much around him.

•Beatrice♥️Dan

-Just happened, don't look at me like that . The " social ankward and LET'S FUCKING GOOOO " couple . Beatrice arlready had a crush on Dan when he was a nerd . He didn't notice after he became a jock . Dan truly treated her different in comparison with other nerds. Every time Beatrice does something clumsy to Dan, he has a fit because of so much tenderness, even though it doesn't show that much. Dynamic duo: they have each other's back. Once a greaser started bothering Beatrice too much, Dan spawned out of nowhere and hit him in the balls so hard that it literally made him scream like he was being killed. They often receive disapproval from their peers but they don't give a shit . For some strange reason Mandy no longer harasses Bea like before (⁠✿⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠). And even stranger, the nerds are even nicer to Dan than before (well, everyone except Earnest).

•Gord♥️ Vanceeee

-I love it I love it please be eternal my dear god's . Hair and clothes combo , chaotic neutral bf's . Chances are, their friends and other students have seen them kiss or get too affectionate at some point, but most of them doesn't surprise or even cared very much because they saw it come in some point ( the first time was just "oh u are dating ? Cool now let me go back to my ordinary life" thing ) . Fruity in equallity , but Gord it's the blushingboys Maschine n° 9000 for Excellence . Vance has to stand on tiptoe to kiss Gord , It's small but tremendous. Gord definitely punched an old karen in the face just for a discount jacket as a gift for Vance. His greaser boyfriend had to defend him and end up saying: " Babe I love you and all that but you gotta admit even I have limits " . ( Ok he whould never say that but whatever ) .

EXTRA : •Melody♥️Pedro

- Don't cancel me please , I just think they look very cute together . Like , the happiest kid with the child with possible anxiety couple that makes drawnings , talk about bees and Make flower crowns that they find out there. Simply adorable (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

( I should Make clear this are not REALLY my true ships and I just enter on panic ? Maybe I should do this sh1t again)

[aworldforastage]

合意 by 楚寒衣青

Fluffy romantic comedy that puts a hilarious new spin on the "rich CEO with their paid lover" trope

(Cover art for audioplay/audiobook adaptation on Ximalaya)

Synopsis

Two young CEO's discover their respective lovers are cheating with each other. However, not a whisper has been said about conglomerate heir Du Yanli while entertainment executive Shan Yinsheng’s scandal ends up splashed across the tabloids.

Shan Yinsheng's relationships are always spontaneous and chaotic, to the extent his grandfather decides he needs to be taught proper behavior -- by an old family friend's poster-perfect grandchild. This grandchild is Du Yanli, who manages to preserve a pristine reputation in general society despite keeping gay lovers in secret just like Shan Yinsheng.

Du Yanli keeps his secret by signing strict contracts with his lovers to lay out his expectations and boundaries. Shan Yinsheng wants to learn from him first hand: by signing an unconscionable contract to become Du Yanli's lover. (Which is so stupid that Du Yanli doesn't even know how to stop it politely.) San Yinsheng wants to challenge Du Yanli's methods and ruffle his impeccable feathers, but finds himself becoming attracted to Du Yanli for real. Soon, Du Yanli also realizes there are stronger feelings in his heart that just might overpower his water-tight contracts.

Thoughts

This is one of those stories that stare down dramatic genre tropes in the faces and ask, "Angst? What angst? Never heard of it in this world of handsome young CEO's coming from rich families!"

Shan Yinsheng is an emotional but sincere kind of man, a bit childish in an endearing kind of way. He gets an idea in his head and is in the middle of mischief by the next breath, be it falling in love with an unapproachable cold beauty or taking an international trip to pursue said beauty. He wouldn't let himself be bogged down with silly things like hesitation (or thinking things through). It's a miracle he has managed to survive this long, let alone keep control of a financially successful company. He personally ensures the genre of his story stays squarely in the comedy category, and I love him for it.

The other side of the coin is Du Yanli, the rare breed of danmei characters who has an extraordinary EQ to match their extraordinary IQ, wealth, and good looks. He may be a workaholic and low-key control freak, but in this sweet romance novel, it mostly serves the purpose of making him a very wealthy and accomplished partner, never getting in the way of the main relationship. Du Yanli is that perfect mix of logic and romance. He can think things through and figure out the best course of action. After falling in love, he effortlessly applies that talent to being a perfect, attentive lover.

At one point, Du Yanli is playing three-dimensional mental chess trying to figure out if Shan Yinsheng is trying to hint at something wrong with their relationship, before he catches himself and (correctly) deduces the explanation is likely "Shan Yinsheng is too lazy so he is just using an existing template without editing it properly." Then Du Yanli subtly guides Shan Yinsheng into making the necessary changes so it works with their relationship. No angst, misunderstanding, or hurt feelings whatsoever!

Well, to be fair, there is a tiny bit of tension before they get together, but it really doesn't last.

Overall

This story is great choice for a light and fluffy read. There isn't much plot, and even the relationship arc is mostly smooth sailing. The romance itself may feel a bit too light, seeing as this is not the kind of love rising out of devastating heartache, insurmountable adversities, or years of unresolved sexual tension, but honestly a light and fluffy novel can be such a treat during the right circumstances.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! My name is Gale, and I'd like to request a romantic matchup with male marvel/x men characters?

My name is Gale, he/him pronouns, I'm an 21-year-old gay man. Young bear, beard and glasses and often dress like an eccentric children's librarian. I'm very friendly and talkative, and can get along with just about everyone.

I also have monumentally bad luck. Almost cosmic. Things just keep happening to me all of the time. But I always keep a smile on my face and my chin up, even if it seems hard.

Thank you in advance!

Hello, Gale!

I would love to write you romantic matchups for Marvel and X-Men!

I had a lot of fun making this for you!

(Has the X-Men one inspired me to write a fanfic? Maybe.)

So, I hope you like it.

<33333333

Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; Marvel and X-Men

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Romantic;

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Marvel;

Johnny Storm (The Human Torch) -

You first meet Johnny because you’re good friends with Susan Storm.

Maybe you met through work, a shared interest, or you were simply someone she enjoyed hanging out with when she wanted a break from the chaos of superhero life.

Johnny initially sees you as just "one of Susan’s nerdy friends," but the moment he actually talks to you, he’s intrigued.

Your style immediately catches his attention.

He teases you about it in a way that's more playful than mean - something like, "What’s up, Professor?"

He quickly realizes you can give back as good as you get, matching his teasing with quick wit and humor.

He loves that.

It’s refreshing.

Susan, always the protective sister, warns you about Johnny’s habit of flirting with everything that breathes, but you take it in stride, not falling for his usual smooth lines.

If anything, you tease him right back.

Your friendship is pure, chaotic, and fun.

Johnny loves dragging you into ridiculous adventures, like spontaneous road trips, trying out weird food challenges, or just messing with Reed’s latest inventions.

You become his unofficial good luck charm - which is ironic because you have horrible luck.

Somehow, you both end up in the most bizarre situations.

The two of you could just be getting coffee, and suddenly, your coffee lid snaps open and spills coffee on you or you drop your pastry.

He loves your positive attitude despite everything.

Your ability to smile even when life keeps throwing you curveballs is something he admires more than he lets on.

You help ground him.

While Johnny thrives on energy, movement, and action, you remind him to slow down and actually enjoy life beyond just thrills.

When he’s feeling down (which he rarely admits to), you’re one of the few people he trusts enough to open up to.

He knows you won’t mock him or brush it off.

It sneaks up on Johnny, which never happens to him.

He’s used to being the one who immediately knows he’s attracted to someone, but with you?

It’s different.

At first, he gets annoyed by how much he enjoys spending time with you.

Like, why does his heart race when you fix his collar or compliment him?

Why does he find himself wanting to impress you?

The teasing starts to have a different energy.

It’s still playful, but now there’s something softer underneath it.

His usual flirty remarks become less generic and more personal.

Susan, being the queen of reading Johnny like an open book, figures it out before he does.

She casually says, “You know, for someone who flirts with everyone, you seem weirdly fixated on just him lately.”

That’s when it clicks for Johnny.

And boy, does that realization hit him hard.

Johnny is NOT subtle.

He doesn’t do quiet, casual confessions. Instead, he goes big.

Maybe he sets up something over-the-top - like writing “Go Out With Me?” in flames across the sky (Sue yells at him for that one).

Or maybe he dramatically interrupts one of your outings, declaring his feelings like he’s in a rom-com.

But, personally, I see him setting a little picnic up for you on the roof of your apartment, where the two of you would eat takeout and watch the sky and city below.

If you tease him about being so extra, he just grins.

“C’mon, did you really expect anything less from me?”

But in a rare moment of sincerity, he’d admit, “Look, I know I joke around a lot, but this? This isn’t a joke. You’re… Kind of my favorite person.”

He’s nervous in a way he hasn’t been before because he really wants you to say yes to a date.

Dating Johnny Storm is like dating a golden retriever with the power of the sun.

He’s affectionate, adventurous, and just loves being around you.

He constantly finds excuses to touch you - an arm around your shoulder, ruffling your hair, leaning into your space.

He’s a very physical partner.

You two develop an unspoken communication through sarcasm and inside jokes.

One look at each other during a situation, and you know exactly what the other is thinking.

He takes you on thrilling dates - skydiving, racing, crazy food places - but also loves quiet nights just hanging out, watching bad movies, or letting you read to him (though he falls asleep halfway through).

When your bad luck strikes, Johnny immediately steps in to help.

If something ridiculous happens - like your car breaking down in the worst spot - he’s there, already figuring out a way to turn it into a funny memory instead of a disaster.

He actually listens when you talk about politics or social issues, even if it’s not his usual thing.

He’s your hype man in every way.

If you’re working on writing something, he brags about it to everyone.

If you’re drawing, he insists your art belongs in a museum.

Waking up together?

He’s a menace.

He either steals all the covers or dramatically whines about how cold he is just so he can cuddle up to you.

Though, you know it's a load of bull because he's always hot so he's just whining to whine.

Cooking together is disastrous.

He somehow sets things on fire that should not be flammable.

You ban him from the kitchen, but he sneaks in anyway just to wrap his arms around you while you cook.

He’s terrible at laundry and always mixes whites and colors.

He once turned all his socks pink and now refuses to do laundry without you supervising.

He loves it when you wear his clothes.

He literally melts seeing you in one of his hoodies.

He won’t say anything at first, but then he’ll smirk and be like, “So, when do I get it back? Never? Cool, cool.”

He’s obsessed with your beard.

Expect random chin scratches and compliments like, “How do you always look this good? Not fair.”

And some light teasing, "Not by the hairs of your chiny-chin-chin."

Johnny leaves you little fire-written messages on sticky notes - things like “Hot stuff” or “I’d burn the world down for you.”

He adores it when you play with his hair.

He’ll flop into your lap after a long day and just be like, “Fix my hair, babe. Make me pretty.”

He gives you the most ridiculous pet names - things like "Professor Handsome," “Beardy Babe,” or “My Favorite Nerd.”

Normal nicknames from him include; "Babe," "Baby," "Handsome," and "Honey."

On bad days, he wraps you in a tight hug and says, “Alright, new rule - no being sad. Not while I’m around.”

He sings dramatically into kitchen utensils while you cook, turning every mundane task into a concert.

Defends you against anyone.

Someone talks bad about you?

Johnny’s already roasting them into oblivion.

He surprises you with spontaneous trips because he thinks you deserve adventure.

He will always be your biggest cheerleader, hyping up everything you do.

You ground him when he gets too reckless, reminding him to slow down sometimes.

You listen when he’s struggling, even when he tries to hide it behind jokes.

And you support him unconditionally, making sure he knows he’s loved for who he is, not just for his powers.

~~~

X-Men;

Warren Worthington lll (Angel) -

You met Warren when he officially joined the X-Men.

You were one of the first people to introduce yourself, offering a bright smile despite the absolute chaos happening around you.

Your reputation as the school’s unluckiest student had already reached his ears.

He didn’t believe it at first - until the moment he shook your hand.

The moment he did so, a huge shock ran through him, an electric shock that some people occasionally get when they touch something.

He blinked, wings fluffing up in shock, while you casually sighed and said, “Yeah… Sorry. That happens.”

Warren, stunned, just gave you a deadpan look. “What, all the time?”

“Oh, yeah. But don’t worry, it only happens to me unless someone is really close to me.”

As if on cue, one of the hall lights above you burned out.

Warren knew right then and there that you were unlike anyone he’d ever met.

Despite your bad luck, you and Warren got along like a house on fire.

He found your resilience impressive - most people would be bitter, but you just kept smiling.

He nicknamed you, "Trouble," but said it with affection.

You had a fighting strategy: if you stood near an enemy, they would suddenly trip, get hit by debris, or misfire their weapon, all thanks to your unfortunate aura.

Warren loved this.

“So, you just… Stand there, and the universe handles the rest?”

“Pretty much.”

“That is both horrifying and the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

You started training together, with Warren flying above while you used your bad luck as a weapon, watching enemies fumble around like clowns.

He had a soft spot for you early on, realizing that behind all the humor, you carried a lot of weight on your shoulders.

Whenever you felt frustrated about your bad luck, Warren would loop an arm around you and say, “Hey, at least you keep things interesting. I’d take that over being boring any day.”

Warren didn’t realize he had feelings for you right away.

He just thought it was normal to want to be around you all the time.

But then he started noticing things.

The way your laughter was the first thing he searched for in a crowded room.

The way he always found himself reaching out to steady you before disaster struck.

The way his heart raced when you smiled at him like he was the only person in the world.

He tried to deny it, but Jean, with her ever-knowing smirk, just knew.

“Warren, you’re an idiot. Just ask him out.”

“I can’t just ask him out! What if he gets struck by lightning because of me?”

“That’s ridiculous. You hang out with him all the time, you can ask him out.”

“… It’s not ridiculous.”

You, meanwhile, were completely oblivious.

You just thought Warren was extra protective of you because you were always on the verge of catastrophe.

Until one day, you almost got hit by a falling chandelier (thanks, bad luck). Warren tackled you out of the way, wings shielding you completely.

“Are you okay?” He asked, breathless.

You, lying beneath him, blurted out, “Damn, you’re pretty.”

That was the moment you realized you might be a little in love.

Warren spent days hyping himself up to confess, but in the end, your bad luck handled it for him.

One afternoon, you were both on the mansion’s roof, watching the sunset. Warren was about to say something suave when-

The small ledge beneath you collapsed.

Without hesitation, Warren caught you midair, holding you tightly against his chest as he flapped his wings to keep you both steady.

“You have to stop almost dying,” He huffed.

You, dazed but smirking, replied, “You have to stop catching me like some dramatic angel.”

And that’s when he blurted it out. “I'm not being dramatic. If something happened to you- I- I don't think I could handle it. You mean too much for me.”

You blinked. “Wait. Did you just confess because I almost died?”

“… Yes?”

You burst out laughing, and Warren groaned, knowing he was never going to live this down.

Dating Warren is equal parts soft romance and absolute nonsense.

He constantly picks you up and carries you just in case your bad luck decides to strike.

If it does strike, he'd rather it hit him as well.

You now have exclusive wing privileges - he lets you run your fingers through his feathers when you’re both relaxing.

Warren is a massive cuddle bug, but he’ll act all cool about it.

“Oh, you want me to wrap you up in my wings? Sure, I guess that’s fine…”

Meanwhile, he’s internally screaming.

So fanboying.

He loves your eccentric fashion choices and always hypes you up.

“Looking good, babe. Like a librarian who lets me turn in my book a day late.”

You both playfully bicker over whose luck is worse.

“I have actual cosmic bad luck, Warren.”

“Yeah? So? I love you for it.”

Lazy mornings consist of Warren draping his wings over you while you scroll through your phone, and he pretends to be asleep just so he can stay curled around you longer.

Warren genuinely thinks your ability is incredible.

“You can weaponize misfortune. That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He takes you on spontaneous flights, promising you won’t fall - though you both know you probably will at some point.

He’s always ready to swoop in when your bad luck strikes.

He buys you flowers, but none with thorns.

He learned his listen the last time he brought you roses, and you pricked your finger.

He loves hearing you talk about anything and everything, especially your creative ideas.

Whenever you’re frustrated with your bad luck, Warren makes sure you know how strong you are for handling it all with a smile.

Warren struggles with feeling like he doesn’t belong, but you always remind him that he has a place with you.

You smooth his feathers down whenever they get ruffled, and he melts under your touch.

Your humor is one of his favorite things about you.

Even when things go wrong, you always find a way to make him smile.

Warren might act cool, but he melts when you casually grab his hand in public.

Warren adores you.

Your bad luck may cause chaos, but to him, you’re the best kind of unpredictable.

He wouldn’t change a thing - even if he does occasionally have to save you from falling objects.

Because at the end of the day, there’s nowhere he’d rather be than right next to you.

[nimelieth]

A probably non-exhaustive overview of minor and major ships and dynamics in the Les mis fanon (some are canon rooted but it's been a while since I've read the brick and fanon has permeated my brain deeply so there might be inaccuracies here, also my biases will show deeply so I apologise for that in advance)

Okayyy: Main ships time - exR / Enjoltaire (Enjolras x Grantaire)

Everyone vaguely familiar with any version of this story probably has stumbled upon this one. They are dramatic foils, they are semi-canon (Grantaire is in love with Enjolras, Enjolras is in love with the Revolution, they die holding hands, they're compared to every tragic gay greek cousin-couple ever). In canon they're a wild ride and would probably make each other absolutely miserable, so some of their rougher edges usually get smoothed out in fic. Common motifs/themes: Enjolras as an untouchable marble statue (slowly warming), Reverent and Pining Grantaire (probably drawing E a lot), The Believer and the Sceptic (stories can draw either R to Faith or E to Resignation, but usually only the first lasts), Apollo and Dionysus, Order and Chaos, Happy Blond•es and Depressed Brunett•es (A Victor Hugo Classic), Enjolras Fasting and Grantaire Drunk etc etc. Shippers will cry over "permets-tu?" Until they are severely dehydrated.

Alternatives for these: very seldomly employed - Grantaire x Eponine (they're often besties and in these stories they tend to console each other about not getting Enjolras and Marius): Enjolras x Eponine (or so I'm told, I'm not entirely sure where this one comes from. Enjolras canonically isn't interested in women, but I could see an argument for those two appreciating each other politically); Enjolras X Patria (this is a common joke, as Patria is named as E's mistress in the brick. It just means Fatherland, so this is simply E x France);

sometimes Combeferre gets involved in a throuple with e/R because the fandom loves its non-monogamy (as it should)

Marius x Eponine

Semi-canon aswell, with Eponine singing of her unrequited (or rather unnoticed) love for Marius all through the show / her heartbreaking little confession during her death scene in the brick. Lots of fic I've stumbled upon will actually include Cosette and give those three a throuple arc - sometimes working through Eponine and Cosette's childhood together and sometimes disregarding it. Themes and Motifs include Eponine finally being valued and loved the way she should be and learning that for herself, as well as Marius opening his eyes.

Alternatives: obviously Marius and Cosette which I will not get into too much here, since their relationship is explicitly characterised in canon. In fanon, Cosette is usually given even more power in this relationship but other than that it usually follows canon beats; Marius and Courfeyrac: Probably based on them being besties in the brick, usually very fluffy, may or may not include Ep and Cosette in a chaotic polycule situation; Eponine and Combeferre: having decided that the whole Marius situation is honestly not working out, Eponine finds someone who is much less emotionally constipated. Good for her; Eponine and Cosette - that's right girls, ditch that loser (affectionate).

Valvert (Javert x Valjean)

Homoerotic old men ship, back to the literary foils. I'm assuming a lot of this is based on Javert basically making chasing Valjean around his life mission, the thick tension in the scene where Valjean spares his life and of course Javert's suicide. In fanon they tend to have a slightly confusing marriage situation with Cosette adopted between them, terrifying Marius to no end.

Alternatives: I'm not aware of any other ships for Javert, there are probably some where he marries a star or something. For Valjean there's Valjean and Fantine, as far as I'm aware, these stories likewise tend to focus on Cosette, with some having Valjean adopt her and Fantine (having had to give her up at some point) coming back into their life once Cosette is grown.

Popular Side Ships yeyy

(Courferre) (Combeferre x Courfeyrac)

Best friends in the Triad with Enjolras in the brick, the warm center and the calm intellectual guide (but the other way around from how I put them in the title). Combeferre in canon as in fanon is a lovely moth nerd, Courfeyrac in canon as in fanon is simply charisma incarnate. In fics they're usually either complete idiots in love (which brings a hilarious break to their characterisations of genius and emotional intelligence core respectively) or well-functioning and serving as a contrast to exR being a mess.

Courfeyrac x Jehan - I was contemplating just making a Jehan section but alas I began with this format and will keep it like this. Those two seem a very natural choice, since they both serve as emotional guidance and sources of easy affection and love to their friends. Usually some jokes about them both being way too pretty but Courfeyrac slightly despairing over Jehans clothing choices can be found in fic. Overall, soft and wholesome

Jehan x Bahorel I am told in the olden days of this fandom before other Jehan ships took over this was actually the most popular pairing for them. I can definitely see the fun contrast between soft pretty fae who could fuck you up and bear of a man with the meltiest kindest heart, so good job old fandom. In canon, Bahorel has a laughing mistress, she sometimes shows up in fic aswell.

Jehan x Montparnasse

I won't get into the tiny side ships of patron-minette, but this one should be mentioned. This seems like the old Writer dates Career Criminal trope that floated around Tumblr ages ago, plus I think they can respectively appreciate each others black candles, shinies and morbid humour. Probably listen to Hozier, Florence and the Machine and Emo rock on a very nice record player together.

Bahorel x Feuilly

Best friends who sometimes drink a little too much and fall into bed together core. 10/10 no notes.

Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta

I wasn't sure if I'd include them here since they too are fairly canon (I think in the brink Joly and Bossuet are both dating Musichetta and they also live together usually). Very fun fanon Interpretations though and always a joy those three. They share or take Eponines fanon spots of Grantaire Cheerleaders number one and quite frequently engage him in a platonic foursome for health and happiness. Just great friends.

i need someone to make a presentation and rant at me about every les mis ship cause there are too many and i understand maybe 3 of them

[hellchilde]

rewatching the two towers and realizing it's my favorite lotr movie

all of the best prime legolas moments

dwarves are natural sprinters!

seriously eomer gets off his horse and does some mild life threatening to gimli. legolas decides to immediately escalate the situation because he is ride or die balls to the wall raised by the most chaotic elves in middle earth

wormtongue is the most dramatic and i love him

his lil tear when he sees all of the uruk hai

faramir <3

smeagol kicking gollum to the curb - and then gollum coming back when he's needed in Ithilien. andy serkis really put his whole pussy into the performance

eowyn's soup (bad soup)

what's taters precious (quoted at least weekly)

i hardcore shipped aragorn and legolas and 90% of that came from this film

aragorn gets a sex dream and gets kissed by a horse in the same film (double win)

yeah young gay me watching any scene with arwen or eowyn like "i am looking respectfully *eyes emoji*"

that being said ... aragorn opening the doors. iconic. hot. sexy. he's so filthy

ents <3

seriously all of the best background legolas moments

rotk has some good battle scenes but nothing tops helm's deep. the desperation. the rain. the dynamic lighting. legolas and gimli's competition. the final ride! it's all chef's kiss tbh

the musical theme of the rohirrim is just so good

fell beasts <3

"your bodyguard?" "his gardener" sam you are PRECIOUS

man the cgi is 20 years old but i think it still holds up very well

ah that extended scene with boromir. i am so full of feelings. shared trauma over terrible parenting, the solidarity of siblings.

[itsmymeaningoflife]

Wanna hear your bullshit hehe

Hehe you asked for it. I’m gonna drop bullshit from the first half of s3 here:

- They really chose a 12 yo boy over grown women to raid the house wtf

- Carl’s crush on Beth is fucking adorable

- “While the others wash their panties let’s go hunt” Daryl darling you need to scrub your ass too

- Rick might have been a bit of a control freak in this era but at least he’s putting himself on the line over the others

- Carol almost shooting Rick bit being totally unbothered by it is hilarious

- Noticed that Daryl always keeps his distance but is always following Carol

- BACK RUB SCENE. Daryl providing physical contact and low-key also surprising himself with it is so adorable. The flirting, the innuendos *chef kiss*

- Daryl and Carol have a healthier relationship than Rick and Lori at this point. And they DEFFO sleep next to each other around the fire every night they were in the road

- The prisoners were wasted tbf. I wish they kept Oscar around as part of the main group for a few seasons. He could’ve shown the audience that not all people in prison are evil.

- Daryls obsession with not sleeping in a cage is deffo routed in trauma. He probs got locked in places as a kid

- Beths unflinching optimism / naive outlook is so pure and I love her. Damn 14 year old me for hating her

- “Not for one second do I think you have malice in your heart” YES LORI IF THAT DOESNT SUM UP RICK GRIMES IDDK WHAT DOES

- Twd really said “wow maybe we need more POC in our cast” and while they had the right sentiment they probably shouldn’t have made them all prisoners either :///

- Also Daryl taking the lead with the prisoners and being the main one to talk to them / reason with them despite Rick being a police officer is great. Give me a fic where Daryl is a youth worker

- Beth putting Carl in his place when he goes off at Lori is strong woman supporting strong woman energy

- Loris death scene makes me sob. Maggie is a real trooper in this scene too.

- Omg Daryl when he finds Carols bloody scarf and think she’s dead after they see T dogs body. He’s heartbroken that he thinks he’s lost one of his only genuine friends.

- Rick finding out Lori is dead is heartbreaking but I’ve seen too many memes of that scene to not laugh.

- Rick goes insane and Daryl immediately steps up. “Nope we’re not losing another one. Not her.” Organising a run. Pulling Beth aside to tell her to watch over Carl. We really see his leadership jump out real early.

- If Maggie wasn’t in a relationship with Glenn from the get go people would’ve shipped her with both Rick and Daryl

- Daryl seeing the “sofie” hand hurts. He really thought he was going to be the one to bring Sophia back. He believed she was alive

- DARYL WITH BABY JUDITh calling her ass kicker and sweetheart… bro my heart can’t take it. Also interesting when Carl suggests names he chooses Sofia and Carol first and the camera is focused on Daryls face.

- Daryl visiting carols grave at sunset and gently placing a Cherokee rose down and tenderly touching the cross is enough to make a grown man cry. He is deffo confused with what his feelings are and why he’s so upset that she’s gone here

- Daryl telling Carl how he was allowed to play out with other neighbourhood kids when Merle was gone and they chased a fire engine on their bikes and it ended up going to his house and his mom was dead / burnt down. Heart breaking. Trauma bonding over dead moms

- Give Daryl a child 2020 (jokes in s10 HES a chaotic sigle dad of 3)

- Daryl finding Carol knife HURTS. His voice is so wobbly and he’s so angry and he keeps the knife and he sits stabbing at the floor working himslef up to put her down. THEN HE FINDS HER ALIVE AND HOLDS HER CHIN AND CARRIED HER BACK HES A HERO

- Michonne and Rick locking eyes murderouly through the fences like damn what a way to kick start a romance

- Carl was the first to help Michonne my heart. And the way Rick hauls her over his shoulder with ease BRO… then he pours water over her boobs? Not sure why but hey I don’t question true love

- Daryl is so dramatic “hey Rick, come in here” “everything alright??” “You’re gonna want to see this” *leads everyone to carol*. He couldn’t just tell them he found her alive. I love his dramatic ass

- RICK AND CAROLS FRIENDSHIP IS everything. Also I’ll forever be salty about how we never got more of carols reaction to loris death

- Daryl calling Carol a POOR THING when he explains to everyone. Sir you are tender

- Michonne calling Maggie “the pretty girl” then one breath later calls the govener “pretty boy” is massive bi wife energy

- Rick and Daryl threatening Michonne like they won’t be tripping over themselves to lay down their life for her come season 9

- I fucking hate Merle so much. But he can’t comprehend that the group will be there to save them. He just doesn’t understand how to care for other people

- Daryl and Oscar could’ve been great friends

- Rick leaving 12 year old Carl in charge of the prison A* parenting

- Milton is the token chaotic gay scientist of twd change my mind

- The governor can rot in hell for what he did to Maggie I hate him

- Daryl sees a dead dog and makes a lassie joke? I’m sorry but this man is so funny

- Maggie said “men always have been and always will be trash”

- Axel being sleazy around Beth after Beth tells him she’s 17 and Carol immediately swooping in to protect her is PEAK MOMMA BEAR ENERGY.

- Okay but their heist to get glenn and Maggie back was elite

- The conflict on Daryls face when he realises Merle is around and his deperate voice when he’s asking Rick if he can go find him hurts my HEART

- RICK TELLING DARYL “I need you. Are you with me?” And Daryls soft “yeah” voice THAT IS THE MOMENT DARYL REALISED HE WAS APPRECIATED.

- OSCAR DESERVED BETTER. RIP KING

- Carl and beths friendship is underrated.

- Gov really thinks penny is still in there huh

- Everyone referring to Carl as “the man” is hilarious but also so concerning

- I forget how on odds Rick and Michonne were at the beginning. The original enemies to lovers

[arminhug]

hello, pumpkin || annie leonhardt x reader: chapter four

series masterlist

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MARCO

It wasn’t until Marco and Jean had returned from their first year of university, the two of them practically ready to burst with endless stories and experiences from their year in higher education, that Marco and I put our plan to go clubbing together into action. The last time Marco had visited home, I was drowning in revision, caffeine and the looming anxiety of exams that would dictate for which university I was eligible, and a night out was completely out of the question for me in such a distressed state. Fast forward a few chaotic months, the languid summer heat had bestowed upon Connie, Sasha and me the end of exam season and freedom from school. Marco immediately revisited the idea of taking me for a night out, which lead to a group sleepover at Jean’s, whose mother was docile enough to not only permit five loud teenagers to stay the night but also allow two of them to return deep into the night, drunk. Jean was recounting a tale of a rather wild house party to an engrossed Connie, whilst Sasha blended makeup over my face and Marco was occupying Jean’s bathroom.

“So how come it’s just you and Marco tonight? No offence, but we’re the true party animals here,” Sasha quips whilst dusting my cheekbones with an expensive-looking highlighter. I swallow deeply, still not comfortable in sharing the real reason as to why it’s just Marco and me tonight. I still haven’t told my closest friends that I may be gay, and I cannot quite understand why. Even the loosening up from a few pre-drinks doesn’t ease the nerves at the prospect of coming out.

“That’s exactly why you’re not coming,” I respond half-truthfully. “You know how much I love you three—two, depending on Jean’s mood—but I’m looking for a more casual night. Not club hopping until you and Connie can’t stand and we get thrown out because of Jean snorting—“

“Hey! I wasn’t snorting coke, you know that!” Jean bites, interrupting his university escapade to scold me. I giggle. Of course, Jean, being surprisingly austere despite his macho facade, wouldn’t do such things, but the time when we went to a rough, gaudy nightclub with bouncers that seemed double the size of us all and Jean, who was recovering from a head cold, hurried to and from the bathroom, sniffling from his flushed nose so often that the bouncers assumed he was coked up and had thrown us out instantly with threats of contacting the police, will never get old.

"Regardless, I think that me and Marco can stick to a more relaxed night out. Hit up a few bars, maybe off to a club if we feel like it, and most importantly not getting paraplegic,” I say pointedly. Sasha busies herself, rummaging through her makeup bag as to conceal her flushed face.

“What’s all this about Sasha being paraplegic? Are we talking about the time when she kept falling over in the road last December?” Marco teases, emerging from Jean’s bathroom. His jet hair is combed and light jewellery adorns his colourful button-up shirt.

“Looking good, Marco. We’re actually talking about the time when she was crying on the floor of McDonald’s because she got some nuggets. Remember when she grabbed the worker and thanked them—“

“Okay, shut up!” Sasha barks before I can recount another one of her inebriated antics, and I see her leathery skin, freckled by the summer sun, is now burning red.

“I’m just teasing you, Sash. How’s my makeup coming along?” To which she slips a compact mirror from her bag and lets me admire my airbrushed face, gleaming with various products.

“I’ll let you pick whatever lip gloss you like if you promise to stop telling that McDonald’s story.” Sasha deadpans. I select a sparkling shade from her bad, coating my lips as I tell her that I cannot promise such a thing, to which she groans, lithe, pyjama-clad body stretching dramatically onto Jean’s carpet.

“I think I’m done, then. Are you ready to get going?” I ask Marco, who helps me to my feet. I am suddenly glad that I opted for black doc martens over glittering heels, as I know my tendency for clumsiness would have caused chaos in such moments.

“Let’s go and boo—“

“I swear if you say boogie one more time I’ll stay with this sorry bunch and watch Wreck-it Ralph for the hundredth time,” I interject, ignoring the protests from the other three over the validity of Wreck-it Ralph. Marco shakes his head, his signature grin lighting up his freckled cheeks as he hails a taxi from his phone.

We arrive at an alternative looking vodka bar; cosy, sultry jewel tones in every furnishing and the vermilion walls plastered with old gig posters and various musical artefacts from the decades. Already, the bass thrums invitingly through my body. Marco grabs us a menu each as we perch on a mahogany table for two, and I fawn over the various vodka-based concoctions.

“Who knew they had Skittles flavoured vodka?” I raise my voice to Marco, who grins and points out the shots flavoured with my favourite sweets.Once they arrive, I am almost glad that the other three aren’t accompanying Marco and me tonight, as even the saccharine taste of candy can’t mask how bitter the vodka is; I shudder as the creamy liquid travels down my throat, unlike Marco, who manages to knock his shots back with relative ease before making a start on a rather funny looking emerald green cocktail.

"Damn, Marco, straight down the hatch. You could give Sasha a run for her money!”

Marco raises his eyebrows. “Well, besides now being at university, this isn’t the first time I have been to this part of town before, you know.” He reveals. “There’s a great alt scene down here, especially for the LGBT community. Why else would I take you here?”

“You’re adorable, but why didn’t you tell me you were living a double life as a badass bar hopper?” I tease.

“Bar hopper? Not quite. But I do like a….” Marco trails off, his dark eyes set into the distance. I go to turn my head, but Marco gasps out a strange noise. I laugh. “What?”

“Don’t look behind you! I just noticed probably the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen in my life,” Marco fawns, and I immediately know from his moony expression that he's probably clocked a goth guy. I roll my eyes. “I thought we were here for me, not you!”

“We are here for you.” Marco insists, but his heart may as well be beating out of his chest in the style of a 40s cartoon character, still fixated on the man behind me. Defying his order, I surreptitiously turn my head to follow his gaze. A man, thin in frame with unkempt black hair, jacket adorned with buttons and patches smirks back at my friend, beckoning him to come over, stay a while.

Of course, a boy who’s just Marco’s type would be here tonight. Of course.

“You can go.” I sigh flatly.

“You’re coming with me,” Marco responds, his tone almost patronisingly soft. All of a sudden, I feel the fact that I am so inexperienced sitting on my chest, taunting me. “Look at him. He’s with a whole group! It’s not like you’d be third-wheeling.”

“Fine. But only because I love you. And I know how much you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off a boy like that.” Merely seconds after I finish speaking, Marco stands tall, adjusting his shirt collar and tousling his thick hair. Begrudgingly, I take our drinks and follow suit.

“Was hoping you would come over,” the guy says, his eyes fixated on Marco, gesturing for him to sit next to him in the small crevice between him and a friend. However, I barely have time to truly feel the weight of his slightly exclusionary comment as a slight figure with flaxen hair framing her face brushes past me.

My heart stutters in my chest.

It couldn’t be.

“Sorry! the queue for the toilets was a nightmare.” the girl takes a seat on a reworked crate and I try my hardest to shake off the disappointment at the cheery cadence of her voice, nothing like my Annie.

That was rather silly. Why would it be her?

“No worries; we’ve got some new company. Why don’t you guys introduce yourselves?” the alternative looking man suggests, and I almost feel irked by the heart eyes that he is not so surreptitiously giving my friend.

“Ah, of course! I’m Marco, and this is—“

“I’m (y/n).” I cut Marco off coolly, disappointed at my tone. Why am I so distressed all of a sudden?

The small gang collectively greets us, and the blonde girl who tricked my heart for a second slides her gaze over my body, a hungry smirk toying at her tinted lips. “(y/n), why don’t you sit next to me?”

Wordlessly, I perch next to her, wondering if everyone in this niche indie vodka bar is so brazen about their queerness, and if one day I will ever be this bold. She pinches the hem of my outfit with her polished cerulean nails. “This is cute,” she muses. “How come I haven’t seen you two around here before?”

I swallow. “Well, Marco says he’s been here quite a bit, but I’ve never really been out much. I’m still only eighteen, so—“

“Shut up!” the girl interjects, her thin fingers resting on my bicep in a flirtatious gesture. “You’re only eighteen years old? Oh my God, come with me. We’re getting another drink.” I cannot even protest before I am swept up to my doc-clad feet, my hand in her iron grip.

I decide this girl is too obnoxious for me to consider.

As we arrive at the dimly lit bar, the girl salaciously leans her chest towards the bartender, demanding six shots of assorted flavours. I begin to feel the panic rise in my chest as the bartender beckons to her will, my body turned almost beseechingly back to Marco.

“Down the hatch, sweetie,” she chirps, nudging three small glasses of straight liquor. The alcohol I’ve already consumed numbs my urge to stand my own ground, so I wordlessly take each shot, willing every fibre of my being to not writhe at the taste. The girl looks at me dead on, gaze flitting to my lips.

“You took that like a champ, pumpkin. I’m impressed.”

She leans in.

I back away.

“I’m so sorry—" I stammer. “I’m just—I’m off to go and get some fresh air.”

Before I can even gauge her reaction, my boots are slamming against the hardwood floor. My mind feels like cotton, every cell of my being screaming out.

I’m outside.

I sink to the floor, not caring for one moment who sees me.

All the times Annie called me pumpkin.

She was my Annabelle, and I, her pumpkin. Both started as infantile nicknames to tease each other; now holding such weight in my heart.

I want to go home.

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a/n: hello all, it's been a while! i have been updating infrequently on ao3 but i remembered i have this snk sideblog and forgot to update here so i'm just going to format all the chapters here for the tumblr readers :) i'm now at university so please do remember that this fic, although a great break, is not my priority, so please have patience!!! lots of love and i hope 2022 is already treating everyone well xx

[jaskierswolf]

Darling, Buttercup

Prompt: Reminds me of you Relationships:  Jaskier/Aiden Rating: E Content Warnings: Smut, butt plugs, orgasm denial Summary: On Jaskier’s birthday Aiden buys him a new present, and they can hardly wait to try it out.

A prompt fill for @dapandapod​ and a bingo square for @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

It was Jaskier’s birthday and he fully intended to make the best of his day. They didn’t have anything special planned, but if Aiden didn’t completely pamper him then what was even the point? They had been housemates for three years now, having met in the second year of university in the Amateur Dramatics Society. Jaskier had been studying music and Aiden was a chemistry nerd. The musician was secretly convinced that his friend had just wanted to learn how to make poisons. He just had this energy about him, a modern day assassin. Aiden assured Jaskier that he had never killed a man in his life, but Jaskier just wasn’t convinced. Still, he was a good friend, his best friend. 

They got on well, both incredibly flirty and carefree. Their drunken exploits were chaotic and Jaskier had a criminal record to prove it. His poor mother would be rolling in her grave. It was an easy decision to keep living together after university had ended. Rent was expensive and they were both broke. 

And if Jaskier had a tiny little crush on his friend then nobody needed to know. Aiden tended to go for men that were more muscular than Jaskier, taller, with arms the size of fucking tree trunks. Whilst Jaskier wasn’t slender, he was certainly no body builder. He was a happy medium, strong and yet lithe enough to still attract men that would both fuck him and let him fuck them. It was a terrible stereotype but people made assumptions, and well, he was also guilty of that on occasion. 

Luckily, Aiden was a very accommodating housemate. He didn’t complain about Jaskier’s stream of partners or the late night sex. Then again, on the occasion that Aiden had a friend round and Jaskier didn’t, Jaskier wasn’t shy about taking himself in hand and getting off to the sound of his friend fucking in the next room. He liked to imagine that Aiden did the same. 

They flirted all the time, but that didn’t really mean much. Jaskier was a natural flirt, it was practically his second language. He just couldn’t turn it off, and Aiden was so very pretty, long dark hair tied up in a messy bun revealing his undercut. His tanned skin was covered in freckles and the light brush of stubble on his cheeks was just so tantalizing. Jaskier wanted to touch. He wanted to feel the scratch against his calloused fingertips. God, he was so gone on the man, but they were friends and that was fine. 

Of course, their traditional birthday gifts didn’t help. Jaskier was responsible for about ninety percent of Aiden’s sex toy collection, and Jaskier’s drawer of silky and lacy underwear was filled with previous gifts from his roommate. Although, Jaskier wasn’t entirely sure if Aiden realised how much he actually wore the soft silky panties. He’d tried them on as a joke one day, but they’d felt so good against his skin that he’d never really stopped. Wondering what new pair he’d receive this year, Jaskier went downstairs. He already had a bottle of champagne in hand and he was ready to face the day. 

Aiden was flipping pancakes when Jaskier entered the kitchen. There were two champagne flutes on the side, and the table was filled with bowls of berries, melted chocolate and whipped cream, all of Jaskier’s favourites. 

“Oh this looks divine, darling,” Jaskier cooed, smirking at his own personal chef for the day. “Almost romantic.”

Aiden winked. “Only the best for you, my little lark.”

“Thank you, kitten,” Jaskier purred with a coy smile. 

The innuendos got out of hand whilst they ate, but really… whipped cream? Jaskier was weak, he couldn’t resist, and he knew for a fact that Aiden had used whipped cream before in bed. That thought made Jaskier shiver, his cock swelling in his pants as he pictured Aiden licking the cream from his body. He knew, he just knew, that the bastard was good with his tongue. Jaskier had seen the way his roommate ate a banana. 

But they were just friends. 

There was no need to get hard at the bloody breakfast table. 

“Presents,” he choked out before he could get too lost in his thoughts. “It’s my birthday! I demand presents, what delightfully pretty panties have you got for me this year, dear heart?” 

Aiden flushed, worrying his lip as he scratched the back of his neck, his fingers brushing through the short hair of his undercut. It was a nervous habit and one that Jaskier thought was adorable. “I thought we’d have a change this year.”

No pet name, Aiden must have really been nervous.

“Well, go on,” Jaskier said with a wide grin, waving his hand in front of his face. “The anticipation is killing me, and I’m really not getting any younger over here.”

Aiden laughed, still nervous, but Jaskier was thrilled to have broken some of the tension. “It is your birthday, old man,” his roommate teased, but finally produced a square box wrapped up in a rainbow. 

Jaskier peered at it suspiciously “You haven’t glitter-bombed me have you, kitten? I know I’m gay, but I really really don’t want to clean that up.”

Aiden raised an eyebrow. “Just open it, buttercup.”

With a giggle, Jaskier tore at the paper, sighing in relief when a ton of glitter didn’t fall out the box as he peeled back the tape. Inside was a rather sizable butt plug, making Jaskier’s cock twitch again. He felt his cheeks heat up and his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Arousal flooded through him as he thought about working himself open, his fingers brushing against his prostate as he fucked himself, ready to take the pretty plug that Aiden had picked out for him. Even better yet, Aiden could prep him. That silky smooth voice cooing into his ear, filthy and low, watching as the plug filled Jaskier up. 

Fuck.

“I- hmm, I thank you. Aiden, kitten.”

Aiden frowned. “You don’t like it? It has buttercups on it, so… well, it reminded me of you.”

“Buttercups,” Jaskier repeated, his brain not able to form proper words. “Right, yes, my name. I like it, the plug I mean. Not my name. Although I do also like my name, I chose it. I’ve always liked buttercups and it’s just- ”

“Jaskier!”

“Buttercups....” he finished lamely. “Sorry, got carried away.”

“I can take it back?” Aiden asked. “I do actually have your traditional birthday gift if you’d prefer.”

“No!” Jaskier said too quickly. “No, yeah. I like it, love it actually.” And he really really did. The silicone was a pretty sky blue and covered in little yellow buttercups. The shape was pretty basic, but it was definitely a good size, bigger than the ones he already had in his collection. “I can’t wait to try it out,” he blurted before he could engage the filter on his brain. 

“Well, what are we waiting for, petal?” Aiden shot back.

The pair of them froze, staring at each other in shock, mouths dropped open and matching red faces. 

“Did you just…” Jaskier stammered. 

“I mean, only if you want?” his roommate asked, with a cock of his head.

Jaskier whined and practically launched across the table, knocking their breakfast to the floor.  Their lips crashed together, noses bumping, teeth clacking. It was terrible and they both pulled away to laugh, but it wasn’t awkward like Jaskier had expected. The natural chemistry that they had finally sparked to life as their lips met in a more skilled kiss. Jaskier was half on top of the table, trying to get closer to his housemate, whose hands were locked into his hair, keeping their lips melded together. Jaskier moaned into the kiss as he felt his heartbeat quicken, a warm rush of arousal flowing through his body. 

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting and red faced. Aiden nipped at Jaskier’s lips as they parted, a cocky smile on his face. “Drop your pants, and bend over the table.”

“Fuck, yes. Yeah, okay,” Jaskier stammered and slid onto the floor, pulling his shorts down in one smooth movement. 

“You- you wear them?” Aiden said, his eyes wide as he gazed at the soft pink silk that barely covered Jaskier’s cock.

 Licking his lips, Jaskier sent his friend a wink as he bent over the table just like Aiden had requested. “Of course I do.”

“Jesus Christ, Jask.” Aiden fled the kitchen, backing out so that he didn’t have to take his eyes off Jaskier until the last moment. When he returned he had a bottle of lube in hand, a hungry look in his eyes as his gaze roamed over Jaskier’s arse. “Why haven’t we done this before?”

“Less talk, more action.”

Aiden laughed, his fingers running under the band of the panties before he gave Jaskier’s arse a quick swat, not hard but enough to make Jaskier yelp as the unexpected hit startled him. He felt his heart racing as he heard the click of the lube bottle, every beat was pushing fire through his veins, and he struggled to stay still as his fingers clawed at the table. Jaskier shivered as Aiden slowly pulled down his panties, and there was the probe of a slicked finger at his hole. It had been so long since anyone else had touched him there, his last few partners being women that really had no interest in fucking him into the next century. So he’d been left with his own fingers and his toys.

It was a poor substitute for having a partner. 

One finger pushed inside easily and Jaskier whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he bit back a moan. It didn’t help that a litany of praises were falling from Aiden’s lips, cooing over how pretty Jaskier looked, how well he was taking that one finger, and when a second finger slid inside with the first, Jaskier keened. There was more resistance this time, and Jaskier fought to relax, but it just felt so fucking good. 

“Fuck, Jask, do you have any idea how pretty you look around my fingers?”

Jaskier snorted, pushing his arse back against Aiden’s hand. “Maybe you should take a photo for later.”

“Not a bad idea, buttercup,” his roommate purred, then Aiden hummed nonchalantly as his fingers brushed against Jaskier’s prostate, making him gasp in a broken moan. Sparks flew in front of Jaskier’s vision, his pleasure building unfairly quickly. “I wonder if you could cum like this, on just my fingers.”

He could. He knew he could but his cock was aching, leaking onto the kitchen table, and he was so very desperate to touch. “No, no.. please,” Jaskier whimpered. 

“No?” Another press against his prostate, another moan tearing from his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Kitten, please!” Jaskier’s voice cracked as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. If he’d known Aiden was this talented with just his fingers then he would have pinned down his roommate years ago. Two fingers in and he was already teetering on the edge of a precipice, a fluttering in his core. 

“Well, if you’re sure…” Aiden said cooly, pulling his fingers out and leaving Jaskier feeling so helplessly empty. 

“Hey, no.. I didn’t- didn’t mean that,” Jaskier whined. 

“Finish prepping yourself. I need to wash this.” 

And with that Aiden left the room, leaving Jaskier alone and panting. “The fucking bastard,” he hissed, “fucking knows what he’s doing.”

“I can hear you!” 

“Good!” Jaskier yelled back, grabbing the bottle of lube. He slicked up three fingers and pushed them inside his hole, groaning at the stretch. He couldn’t get the same angle that Aiden had managed, but it filled the aching emptiness from before and each movement of his fingers had him gasping for breath. “Hurry up, kitten!”

A hand on his back settled his restlessness, and he felt the press of Aiden’s lips on his shoulder. “Patience, buttercup.” 

Jaskier’s fingers were swatted away and he felt the press of something larger, the pretty plug with buttercups decorating it, the toy that Aiden had picked out especially for him. 

“It reminded me of you.”

Jaskier whined, his orgasm so close now that Aiden’s hands were on him once more, stroking down his spine so lightly that it was almost ticklish. Every touch fueled the heat at Jaskier’s core. He moaned and tried to wiggle his butt back against the plug, but Aiden held him still. One hand threaded into Jaskier’s hair, tugging and pulling his head back.

“Good boy,” Aiden purred, and the toy finally pushed past his ring of muscle and slid into him, filling him up so nicely. 

Jaskier cried out, “Fuck, Aiden, kitten, feels so good.”

He was a babbling wreck as Aiden pulled the plug almost all the way out before thrusting it back in. Aiden slapped his arse once and then pulled Jaskier’s panties back up his legs. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.” 

“I- I… what?” Jaskier stammered, looking down at his cock, hard and leaking against the pink silk. “Aiden?”

His roommate raised an eyebrow at Jaskier, running a hand through his hair. “You can touch yourself if you want to cum now…”

“Or?”

“Or you can come to my room after dinner tonight, your call, buttercup.”

Jaskier swore and pulled up his shorts. He was so fucked.

[sscrambledmeggss]

meg my dear <3

how are you? hope you arm did get better!

so choose books you've read this year and assign them into your favourite glee characters! (if you want to of course)

anyways hope your day is going well 🧡

✨ sending you a virtual hug✨

Hello Myle my beloved!! :) also it has, thank you so much 🥰 also I’m very excited about this ask, because this is something I’ve thought about 😫

Rachel Berry: Honey Girl by Morgan Rodgers

It just seems like something she would read shdjjs 😭😭

Sam: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Sci-fi loving king 😫 it’s just a very Sam series 🦧

Finn: Lord of the Flies by William Golding

You might be thinking, Finn? Reading? A classic? He didn’t actually read it. He read the synopsis on the back of the book for school, (surprisingly most kids did not do that, so he did in fact pass) but he thinks being on an island without adults sounds pretty epic 🦧

Quinn: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Old book that was huge for feminism at the time, it seems very much up her ally, but she would rather Elizabeth had ended up with Charlotte than Darcy 🦧

Tina: The Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo

Fantasy, cool clothing, dark setting, very much reminds me of goth Tina, and seems like something she would enjoy :) especially since it’s very action packed, but also focuses a lot of the emotions and connections of the characters.

Mike: Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

I can’t explain why, it just feels like a Mike book, it’s fun and chaotic, but also has a detailed story line! :)

Kurt: Dante and Aristotle Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Incredibly wholesome and cute love story between two boys, is there something more fitting for Kurt 😫 not just because it’s gay, but because it’s actually such a sweet story about two boys who just love each other while going through a lot, but still being by each other’s side <3

Sebastian Smythe: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

He aspires to be like Lord Henry Wotton. Also the book is gay, gothic and horny where everyone is miserable 🦧 it’s a very fitting Sebastian book 😭

Mercedes: The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

It’s not something I think suits her that well, but I’m running out of books and characters 😫 but anyway, I see her reading this because she cares a lot, and the story is literally all about caring so 🦧

Santana: The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

She just absolutely loves reading about rich people suffering <3 also Jordan is hot🥰

Brittany: Dead Poets Society by N.H Kleinbaum

It’s short, simple, but very heartfelt <3 (also I have beef with how bad the book is imo, but that’s another story 🦧)

Jesse St. James: The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Literally think he might be plotting a murder about Finn, but also the book is so dramatic in all the best ways 😭😭 and that’s very Jesse <3 but he’s one of the few people that doesn’t know a lot of it is satirical, so he often explains why it’s not <3

I think that’s all! :D thank you so much the ask, this was so much fun!!! 💖💖

[wagner-fell]

Spiders Are Ugly And Other Lies Capitalism Has Told Us (part one)

“Dad,” Astrid called out, shutting the coral coloured front door behind her. “Are you home?”

She dumped her cream tote bag spray painted with the words ‘Washing Machine Heart’ in big, rainbow letters onto one of the stools facing the granite countertop. The rest of the Merry Hoes followed suit. It was weird seeing a person as chaotic as Astrid in such a calm environment.

They were all spending the summer in LA with Astrid and her Dad. It had taken a while for Kevin to convince his family it was a good idea. Especially because he and Blessica had finally put years of pinning behind them. Making out on Kit’s bed at Mina’s third birthday party certainly wasn’t the way they had envisioned it but as the longing was over with, they were happy.

The Chu’s didn’t love the idea of their son living in a different country for three months with his girlfriend but we’re on board once Kevin assured them there was no possible way Blessica could get pregnant.

Kit wasn’t officially sleeping at the Yang’s but at the Institute with his boyfriend. Julian wasn’t so thrilled about the situation but Emma was. She was positively ecstatic about having a training partner as skilled as Kit was, courtesy of Jem and Tessa. Though staying a thirty minute drive away (on the wrong side of the road, Mari noted) wouldn’t keep Kit away for long. Even now he was with them instead of having his own reunion make out session.

Speaking of making out…

Mari rested their chin on the top of Astrid’s head and wrapped their arms around her middle. “Why don’t you show us your room while we wait for your dad to get home.”

It was kinda perfect, Mari often remarked, that she realized her feelings for their best friend weren’t so platonic as she previously led herself to believe at the same time they and Kit realized they were better off as just platonic.

Astrid hit her hand playfully. “That’s not fair!” she whined! ”How dare you take advantage of my constant hornyness when my God-fearing Presbyterian father could be in the next room? Shame! Shame on you, shame on your family, shame on your cow.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s ‘dishonor’”, said Kit, who didn’t even look up from his phone when he addressed her, “but go off I guess.”

Astrid looked like she was questioning all her life choices up to this point. “A white boy knows Mulan better than me.” She shook her head in disgust. Mari could feel the loose hairs of her girlfriend’s ponytail ticking her exposed collar bone. “Mulan.”

Mari laughed before softly brushing their lips against Astrid mop of bleached strands of pastel yellow, pink and blue mixed magnificently with her natural inky black.

“Is hornyness even a word?” Kevin wondered aloud as he observed the knickknacks placed at even intervals utop the kitchen cabinets. Blessica was with him. She was gazing at one of a crab steering a ship when she spotted a slim piece of paper taped below it.

“Ast,” she called. The both looked in her direction, despite Blessica needing the attention of one. “Your dad says he won’t be home till seven. Emergency at work.”

“Which leaves us more than enough time to pack and head over to meet Ty, Dru and Thaìs at the arcade,” said Kit. He finally turned his phone off and shoved it into the back pocket of his ripped jeans. “Marstrid can do the ol’ devil’s tango then catch up to us.”

‘Marstrid’ wrinkled their noses. “I thought we agreed on Astari, Christopher.”

“Astari sounds gayer,” confirmed Kevin, his eyes never leaving the miniature decorations.

“Not to be rude but why does Astari sound gayer?” asked a visibly confused Blessica.

“Because,” answered Mari, unraveling herself from Astrid to slide onto one of the bar stools and reaching into the Jolly Rancher jar, blindly searching for a green, “Astari has ‘star’ in it. Star equals astrology. An obsession with astrology is the price you pay for the gay agenda. Besides, Marstrid sounds like an old southern lady.” Then she furrowed her eyebrows and swiveled to face Astrid. “Southern is Texas, right?” Astrid nooded, a smile so big the Cheshire Cat would be jealous.

Without looking, she stuck her hand in the jar and pulled out a green apple flavoured hard candy on her first try. She held it out to Mari, who snatched it out of her hand with an angry huff.

“Hey, Ast, where do you guys keep the crisps?” asked Kevin when he finished inspecting all the knickknacks.

“Uh, under the barbecue sauce, I think.”

Kit’s eyes lit up. “So I’m sitting there”- Astrid understood what was happening in just enough time to quote- “barbecue sauce on my titties” in unison.

Mari put her head into their open palms, still sucking on the pity candy. “Why is this my type?”

“Are you sure this is the right place?” asked Blessica as Kit attempted to parallel park outside the location Ty had texted him to meet at. Key word, attempt. When Tessa had taught him to drive, he’d been such a disaster at parallel parking she had instructed him to ‘take the underground when tight spaces might be a possibility.’ Which he prided himself in doing. But this was America and the underground was called the subway, so, technically, no rules were being broken.

“Yes, Blessie, I’m certain.”

“Okay. Just checking cause a few turns back the GPS said-”

“Blessie!” He nearly crashed into the car in front of him.

“Right. Shutting up.”

When Kit managed to park with minimal damage and the three were about to exit, the voice of Nicki Minaj boomed from his pocket. Ty was calling him. He accepted the call, putting it on speaker.

“Hello Tiberius.” There was giggling from the other end of the line. A groan soon followed it.

“It’s been a year,” came the annoyed voice of Dru. “Get over your British kink already.” Kevin’s laughter echoed from the backseat.

“Hey Ty!

“Hi Kevin.”

”Hey Dru!”

“Fuck off.”

“Ouch. Why do you feel the need to hurt me so?” Blessica laughed.

“Hey…Thaìs?”

“Here,” replied Thaìs cheerfully.

“Are you here yet,” asked Ty.

“Uh, yeah! We were just getting out of the rental car when you called. You didn’t tell me it was going to be crowded. I had to parallel park!”

“What are you talking about?” interrupted Dru. ”There are only four cars in the parking lot.”

“But,” Ty countered, “there are lots of Billy’s Fun Zones’ around here. You guys must have got mixed up and taken a wrong turn. I could have sworn I sent you the correct location on GPS.” Maybe Ty said more on the subject but Kit could hear anything or see anything except the superior smirk Blessica was giving him.

He covered the speaker. “Not. A. Word.” And no word came out of her mouth the entire ride to the correct Billy’s Fun Zone but the ‘I told you so’ look on her face spoke loud enough.

Kit slid back into the booth next to Ty, handing him his pretzel. Ty kissed him on the check in gratitude.

Dru and Ty were right. About this one being empty. He told him he had heard about it from Alyssa. Her pack frequented it often. They were left alone because, well, there was no one else there to bother them.

“Where are Astrid and Mari?” he asked.

“Fucking. I think. Or maybe just making out. I’ll know which one when they finish.” When Ty gave him a puzzled look he continued, “Astrid describes it all to me in full detail. I honestly don’t know whether she doesn’t have a filter or she just needs someone to scream to about how amazing Mari is.”

“Why can’t it be both?”

“True, true.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Ty picked up the conversation again. “When Thaìs first met Astrid, she had a huge crush on her. They got along great. I always thought they would end up together. Or hook up at the very least.”

“Huh, that’s funny,” observed Kit.

“What is?”

“When me and Mari split, I was planning on trying to set them up with Thaìs. But then I caught her ans Astrid making out in a storage closet at school. Which, in hindsight, was pretty stupid cause they were in there so I wouldn’t be sad Mari moved on when I opened the door in the first place avoiding her to call you.”

“Hmmmm.”

The gears in Ty’s head were visibly turning. Kit loved watching this process. An idea was forming in his boyfriend’s genius mind, he could sense it.

“What is their stance on monogamy?” he asked finally.

“Um, fuck, hold on. Mari sent me this whole speech about it.” Kit scrolled through his phone at a rapid rate before he saw what he was looking for. He cleared his throat and began reading aloud.

Mari_da_bisexual_whore, sent 1:52 AM: monogamy is just another lie capitalism has fed us

Mari_da_bisexual_whore, sent 1:55 AM: like, for example, the notion that house spiders are ugly and to be feared

Mari_da_bisexual_whore, sent 1:56 AM: it’s just to sell bug spray

Mari_da_bisexual_whore, sent 1:56 AM: same with monogamy

Mari_da_bisexual_whore, sent 1:56 AM: pointless!!!

Mari_da_bisexual_whore, sent 1:58 AM: in conclusion, if I want to join a polyam cult, who tf is the government to stop me?

Kev-Kev, sent 2:01 AM: mari please go to sleep

Bless-ing_to_the_world, sent 2:04 AM: ^^^^^^^^^^^

Mitski_my_love, sent 2:05 AM: preach!

Mitski_my_love, sent 2:05 AM: go off queen

By the time Kit was finished with his dramatic reading, Ty’s plan was fully formed.

“That settles it! We are going to play matchmakers!”

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Alyssa, Ty’s friend mentioned is @thechangeling OC, not mine.

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[thatsjustsupergirl]

rewatching 6x11 for podcast prep so let’s have some fun this beat is sick

no really, the score for this magic battle is great i love it

we had originally planned to do an episode about all the series references to harry potter over the hiatus and now i’m so very sad we didn’t bECAUSE,,,,,,

mxy is laying out this ye olde folktale like we’re about to get deathly hallow’d

anyway then we get some speedy setup for the main question of the season, which is: what ultimately gives us power— our abilities or what we choose to do with them?

fun fact this concept was also relevant to kara’s arc in season 3 when she was stuck in her mind palace and that was also a harry potter nod [x]

you all have no idea how many unprompted musical interludes we cut from our show but mxy attempting to sing his exposition here truly sparked joy

Every time they mention that Nyxly’s brother is named “Jared,” my brain immediately cuts to this SNL sketch:

who are you, nyxly?

ANYWAY,

we’re also going to search for horcruxes i guess because there are seven totems but apparently they can be anything so i really hope they go for a visual gag like the pieces of eight from pirates of the caribbean world’s end because those were literal pocket litter

hey neat mxy explaining this whole blood requirement for magic that will definitely not be relevant again later in this episode 😈🧙🏻

and then, what’s this? a golden child and a scapegoat? surely that’s not a thing that happens in families with narcissistic parents and we are in no way being set up for more foil character stuff 👀

oh nia, your mom was right about the level of screw-up you did, but also your hair looks amazing

also the show has been going hard on Into the Woods motifs since 6x09 and here we have a cool subversion of Your Fault in which everyone feels overly responsible for what’s happened instead of trying to deflect the blame onto each other

a song that is, delightfully, interrupted by the Witch so she can gloat about how they’re all going to be squashed flat by a giant so i mean. giant cat works?

awww, this whole storyline with brainy and nia was so good we love healthy communication

also, the scene with nia and kara??? HEART EYES

hey look it’s those two friends who thought that using the most romantic line in "titanic" to seal their bond was somehow not even a little bit gay but this episode written by queer people knows exactly how gay it was and i just think that’s beautiful

i have been joking for literally three years about how they’ve been using elements of Wicked in this series and it’s always been tied to lena, so i am fucking rolling with laughter at this having a sudden and unexpected payoff

okay so that scene with kara jumping back afraid @ the phantom zone projector was was such a good reveal of how very Not Okay she is (and how not okay alex is either), and then her determination to Fix Everything even though she can’t is another part of that :(

really loving nyxly being like SOCIAL DISTANCING! with every zap of magic at her minion pal

was a cat the cheapest render they could get??? like. don’t get me wrong it’s so damn chaotic and weird and a way nyxly would get under kara’s skin but also it screams "i am conserving my budget"

nia has such fun mix of both kara and alex’s worst self-sacrificing qualities; also we love brainy using his unfortunate family legacy powers for good

nyxly is out here looking like a female jack sparrow and i so want this now

andrea like "the unknown is always scarier than the truth" tHIS IS ALSO RELEVANT TO INTO THE WOODS so i’m glad we’re leaning into all the witch stories all at once

speaking of which, they have held out for so long on doing a typically dramatic adoption-oriented storyline about birth parents and i’m frankly so glad they just went all in on making it as ridiculously campy as silver banshee’s origin story in season one i am hERE FOR IT

bonus points for the super 90s Practical Magic vibe to all the "lena’s mom" images and also for you have your mother’s eyes but to the extreme

nyxly @ mxy like

i really loved the conclusion to mxy’s arc that they put in this episode??? he’s so touched that they all want to help him and then he decides to help them in return even though it comes at great personal cost we love to see this continued depiction of kara’s legacy as a hero and that it’s really her compassion and willingness to Hope that are the winning factors

also, nia. my beautiful daughter. please hire me to interpret your dreams because i’m pretty sure you’re seeing a hint that you need lena to destroy that orb

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 8

Day 8 - The temperature of your chest gets hotter when you are closer to your soulmate and colder when you move further away. (D&D AU)

Pairing(s): Romantic Roceit, Romantic Background Analogical

TWs: Swearing

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“Oh I adore being made out to be the bad guy here.”

“You robbed the lair of the Dragon Witch! It’s literally your fault that we are mired in this bog of despair!”

Roman’s accusation rang loudly within the wagon as they made the long ride back to Amoresse to rest for the night. Janus rolled his serpentine eyes, 

“You, dear delusional knight, are totally not the one who went and killed said Dragon Witch, thus leaving her treasure for the taking.”, the half Yuan-Ti hissed, appropriately, “Besides, you can absolutely take the moral high ground here when you stole her crown at the first opportunity.”

The pristine elven knight gasped dramatically, clutching his figurative pearls at such an accusation! 

“This is an outrage-!”

“Both of you shut the fuck up or I’m driving this wagon off the nearest goddamn cliff!!”

Roman and Janus both immediately quietened down at the threat issued so casually by their wagon driver as the dhampir hissed curses under his breath. The two in the back glared at each other back and forth, avoiding looking towards the wrecked fabric of the canopy and the splintered wood. In Roman’s defense, he hadn’t known that grabbing the crown specifically would cause the Dragon Witch’s castle to fall to ruin around them. He’d realised his mistake almost immediately when he felt the dark magic radiating off of it. However, he couldn’t bring himself to admit that was the case. Especially not around Janus, the damn snake wouldn’t let him live it down. 

Being careful to pick his moment, Roman hazarded a glance over at the reptilian rapscallion eyeing up his spoils; Janus was an enigmatic entity to Roman, showing such sophistication and poise while also being prone to stumbling over his words or his own two feet in the same breath. Unabashedly, he displayed selfishness unrivalled by even the most aristocratic nobility, but in a pinch, was fully able to toss aside even the most valuable of artifacts to save a life. 

Roman had tried not to think about it. The noble and chivalrous knight, Roman of Sandaria, being saved from the jaws of death by a conman who, by all accounts, he had fully expected to leave him to die. The elven man wasn’t sure where his resentment lay; perhaps Roman thought he should’ve been able to save himself, perhaps he felt guilty for misjudging Janus but couldn’t find it in him to admit it, or perhaps it was an underlying prejudice from his training days. Yeah, he really  didn’t want to think about it.

Instead, Roman made his way to sit up front next to the moody wagon driver, making light conversation,

“I should be the one manning the wagon, your highness.”

“Roman, I’ve told you before, you can just call me by my name.”, the dhampir met Roman with piercing silver eyes, “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t understand my- Virgil,”, he corrected at the last second, “Nothing’s wrong. Aside from the fact you refuse to allow me to call you by your title-”

“That’s horseshit and you know it, Roman.”, Virgil kept his eyes on the road, anxious over the possibility of a crash if he kept his gaze averted too long, “I’ve known you since we were kids, I can tell when you’re lying. Besides, being called ‘your highness’ feels wrong as it is. Coming from you? It’s even fucking weirder than this whole marrying into royalty thing...”

Roman rolled his eyes but sat closer to offer Virgil a one-armed hug. The latter gave it a moment before accepting the gesture, “Virgil, you’ll be fine. If any one of us was suited to princedom, I cannot think of a better candidate. And your future husband is unreasonably attractive, so I don’t see what you have to complain about-”

“Oh my god, shut UP!”, Virgil chuckled and shoved Roman playfully. “I mean, you’re not wrong but the last thing I need is to think too hard about Logan and crash this stupid fucking shambles of a wagon!” 

The lighthearted banter did wonders to distract Roman until Virgil managed to get things back on track unfortunately, “Now, stop deflecting and tell me what’s got you so gloomy, Sir-Sing-A-Lot.”

Roman rolled his eyes at the old nickname, “I’m fine, Virge, really. I merely wish our cascading castle adventure had been a little less…ruinous.”

“.... Was that a fucking pun-”

“Ahem.”, Janus cleared his throat from behind the two of them, “I do so loathe to interrupt.... whatever this is,”, he gestured between the two of them, “But I believe that’s our stop up ahead. Wouldn’t want to go destroying that as well.”

With that, the serpentine rogue slunk back into the wagon. Roman muttered something under his breath, inaudible to Virgil, before reluctantly joining the scaled nuisance bagging up his wares. The elven knight made sure to keep his crown tucked into his rucksack, just in case thievery was something to be wary of in Amoresse. The town’s reputation, however, gave Roman hope that their visit would prove more helpful than hindering; the rumours told of a town renowned for helping wayward, lonely souls find their soulmates. As a single, disaster gay, Roman sure hoped the rumours were true. Truly he could think of nothing sadder than turning up alone to his best friend’s wedding.

Getting booked into their rooms at the tavern was a far easier ordeal than having to endure the overly chaotic gate guard to the city. The bizarre tiefling had spent so long rambling on and on about the most grotesque topics that by the time they had successfully secured a wagon bay, the moon now shone in all her celestial beauty. Virgil had suggested resting for the night, and despite Roman’s urging that they stay together, Janus had been insistent on checking out the nightlife. The knight had been content to let him do so while he guarded the prince, but the tired dhampir insisted he too take the night to enjoy himself. Roman would have argued further had Virgil not issued the suggestion as an order after his first protest.

And that was how Roman found himself sitting at a small outdoor bar tended by a rather friendly dwarf. Said dwarf, Patton as he came to learn, was quite the chatterbox while Roman was content to take in the night air in spite of his earlier worries. 

“Say kiddo,”, the dwarf broke from his pleasant rambling, “you’re looking a little lonely there. You got something on your mind?”

Roman hadn’t expected that. He pursed his lips in thought. 

“I suppose I may as well be honest with you. I’ve been wondering if-”

“If the rumours are true?”, Patton finished, “Well, luckily for you, they are!”

He ducked down behind the counter and pulled up an ornate crystal bottle that contained a marvellous prismatic liquid inside. Roman watched with great interest as the dwarf pulled out a goblet and began to mix a sweet, fruity smelling drink before dropping in three drops of the colourful elixir.

“Anima Venenum”, Patton informed him, “Our town’s alchemist created it by accident a couple of centuries back, and ever since, we offer some to tourists who look like they need a little guidance in the ol’ world of love!”

Roman was mesmerised, “Really? You mean, I needn’t pay you for it?”

“Nope! Our only rule is to never hand it out to anyone who doesn’t ask us for it. It’s up to you if you wanna accept this, so no pressure. I just figured you looked like you might be in need of it.”

The knight had so many questions swirling around in his brain, but by the time he had settled on a single one, his hand was holding the goblet to his lips. The taste was citrusy like sweet clementines, but with a mixed berry and almost floral taste that reminded him of a rose wine. As the last of it slid down his throat, Roman noted a soft honey-like taste as he thanked Patton, 

“That tastes wonderful! I’ve never had an elixir that tasted so good.”

Patton chuckled, “Actually, the elixir itself is tasteless. People just take better to it when it's mixed with a good drink, otherwise the texture weirds ‘em out.”

“Ah, I see.”, Roman let out a gentle chuckle. He didn’t feel all that different, truth be told, and so he asked, “How will I know it’s working?”

“The effects are instantaneous, don’t you worry! It might be hard to notice at first, but when you’re near your soulmate, your heart will feel really warm- In a good way! Not like heartburn, so don’t worry about it feeling unpleasant.”, Patton assured him.

Roman nodded, making a note of it as he got up to leave before quickly asking, “Oh! How long will it last?”

Patton waved him off, assuring him, “It’ll last for as long as you need to find your soulmate, guaranteed!”

With the night reaching its peak, Roman found himself strolling along the cobbled streets back to the tavern when he felt it; a flicker of warmth in his heart. Soft as the beating of a butterfly’s wing but very much there. He followed the feeling until he came upon a narrow street, hardly lit by the lamps stationed at it’s opening. The street itself was largely empty bar a silhouette in the dark leaning against the stone bridge that arched over the shimmering water running beneath it. 

His heart raced as Roman approached the figure, the flames licking at his heart until he arrived about a foot from the entrance of the bridge. The figure turned to Roman, smirking a familiar smirk,

“Come to join me, oh loyal guardian of our beloved prince?”

Janus. His soulmate was Janus?! Roman couldn’t believe it, yet no matter how thoroughly he scanned the immediate area, not a single other soul revealed itself. The half Yuan-Ti raised a bemused eyebrow at Roman, “Please, do keep ignoring my question so you may continue to look like a fool.”

Roman scowled. Maybe the kindly dwarf was just teasing him? No, he didn’t seem the type. But this conman? His soulmate? Perhaps Roman would indulge it, see where that led him. Worth a shot anyway. 

“My apologies.”, was all Roman offered as he took a spot on the bridge next to Janus, the flames of his heart undeniably soaring to life at the close proximity. Janus gave Roman a puzzled glance which let Roman take in his features; a half scaled face and body that, the more he watched the moonlight dance along the scales, made Roman want to gently reach out and touch them. In fact, he had subconsciously been doing just that when Janus had held his wrist in place, “It’s not completely rude to just touch someone’s scales without permission. What’s gotten into that underbaked brain of yours, Roman?”

Flustered and embarrassed by his lack of tact, Roman uttered quietly, “Soulmate cocktail.”

“Pardon?”

Roman panicked, “So many cocktails. Is what I said. Like, 14 whole cocktails.” 

Great. Excellent save.

“..... You’re expecting me to believe that? Did you forget that I’m rather adept at being able to tell when someone’s lying to my face, Roman?”

End him. Just end him now. Roman wished a stray lightning bolt would smite him where he stood so he wouldn’t have to face his own stupidity. Quick, say something to help ease the situation.

“Okay. I had 16 cocktails.”, he stammered with a laugh, “I’m absolutely drunk. You got me, you clever reptile you!”

Roman of Sandaria you are a certified idiot. 

“.... Alright then. Prove it.”, Janus goaded him, locking onto Roman’s crimson eyes with his own citrine snake-like eyes. 

“Prove-?”

“Let me smell your breath.”, Janus clarified, getting closer. Each inch set Roman’s heart aflame all too literally. “If you’re as inebriated as you claim to be, your breath will absolutely stink.”

Shit.

“Uuuh, personal space-”, Roman began to move back, but Janus grasped the front of his tunic.

“Don’t give me that, Mister Personal-Space-Is-A-Societal-Construct, I’ve seen how often you get in your dear prince’s personal space...”, Roman could’ve sworn for a split second that Janus sounded resentful, or perhaps envious, before his tone took a more curious route, “... or perhaps could there be another reason you don’t want to be so close to me?”

The knight became aware of the burning within his chest threatening to rage out of control, the distance between them barely a couple of inches now. Roman wasn’t sure what to do, but the lure of Janus’ eyes and the way his ribcage radiated with a heat he’d never felt before spurred him to act; he leant forward and pressed his lips to the serpentine man before him.

It surprised Roman just how pleasant it felt, though he prepared himself for harsh retaliation from the half Yuan-Ti when he felt Janus take in a breath against his lips. However, Roman was pleasantly surprised to find that Janus, not only didn’t issue him a well-earned slap and spend the rest of the night cussing him out, but instead kissed him back even harder. Not that Roman was complaining. By the time they pulled back for air, Roman didn’t even notice the fire in his heart subsiding to be replaced with a more natural warmth as Janus’ hands softly caressed Roman’s cheeks. “I’ll be the first to admit, I totally saw the night heading that direction.”, Janus mused in surprise.

Roman let out a hearty chuckle, hardly even noticing that he’d subconsciously wrapped his arms around Janus.

“Care to tell me what brought this on, Roman of Sandaria?”

Just hearing his name spoken in such an enticing dulcet made his knees feel weak; how had Roman never noticed how beautiful Janus’ voice was? His mind was too busy latching onto every octave, every syllable, that he nearly forgot to answer him. He took Janus’ scaled hand and pressed his lips to it in a gentle gesture his soulmate clearly wasn’t used to if the flustered way he averted his eyes was anything to go by,

“I suppose you could say I did a little soul searching.”

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Have some straight up Roceit fluff, this came out so cute.

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