#this was prompted by my rewatching stranger things though

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i need that fictional fat man to use me like an ashtray

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: thisapplepielife! @thisapplepielife has 37 works posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and 24 of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @thisapplepielife:

Tuesday's Gone With the Wind

Take the Money and Run

You Oughta Know

Never Not Mine

Let the Boy Be Merry

"They are my favorite Corroded Coffin writer. I found by accident their fic “Tuesday's Gone With the Wind” and loved everything they wrote since!" -- Anonymous

Below the cut, @thisapplepielife answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Steve Harrington. I found myself not connecting with S4 when it premiered, and decided that I probably just needed to rewatch the other three seasons again first, since it'd been a while between seasons. Well, Steve was always my favorite, but I left that re-watch with his voice fully lodged in my brain. So, I had to write something for him, just for myself. That was You Oughta Know. We all knew Eddie identified as a runner, and that just felt like the story to tell. Then somehow, for some unknown reason that I still cannot possibly explain, I decided to actually post it. I still don't know what possessed me to do that, honestly.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I love a good second chance fic: A divorced couple that eventually rekindles. A missed first chance that they get to take another crack at, later in life. I also like a good heartbreaker of a fic. I know, I know. Don't get me wrong, I still love happy endings, but I don't require them. Break my heart. Do it.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Slice of life? Is that considered a trope? I know I like to write about things we all deal with in real life, from the small and inconsequential: a mattress with a bad spring. The delight of clean sheets. Or the bigger: the real life heartbreak of unavoidable loss and grief.  And older Steddie is my favorite, I think. I love to spend time writing for them. These boys that turned into men, who made a full life together, and it's great. Maybe not perfect. But they wouldn't trade it for the world. That makes me happiest.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting by badpancake is the one I think of that grabbed me first, and did not let go. I still need to read the final part of the trilogy! My fic TBR is so, so long because I definitely struggle with writing and reading at the same time. I know there is amazing work out there that I've just never read yet. But I look forward to it, absolutely. It's just something I've never figured out how to manage well. Joining Tumblr has helped that immensely, though! Reading the shorter fics here has been wonderful, and I've enjoyed it so much. There are amazing things being posted every single day! And I gotta say that don't start (too late) by Ark is one of the best "first time" fics I've ever read in any fandom. Eddie's inner voice is wonderful. I believe every word he thinks while he experiences this brand new thing with Steve.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

It's not brand new to me, but there's a found family one that I've been tinkering with for a very long time, and that excites me.  And I do love events for tossing me situations or prompts to write for that I may not have thought of, independently. @steddiemicrofic especially has been so, so fun. I think it was the very first event I wrote for on Tumblr, and the challenge of having a very limited amount of words, but still trying to make it feel like a whole story has been told, has been a blast. Thanks to @wynnyfryd and @steddieas-shegoes for challenging us all each month!

What is your writing process like?

I don't outline or anything. I just write, and edit, as I go. And I'll edit obsessively. I'll tweak and change small things over and over, ad nauseam. And even then, I know I still miss mistakes. But my mistakes are my own, I have no beta, because I kind of like being solely responsible for anything I write. Right or wrong. Here it is, take it or leave it. I also talk things through things in my own head a lot, especially dialogue, or I'll open a document, and just see where that takes me. And if I'm writing a long fic, like Tuesday's, I write totally out of order when scenes come to me. I wrote on every single year of that fic all at once. Then kept writing until they'd stitched themselves together into a full story. That's my last part of writing. Putting in the transitions from one scene to the next, when needed.  Sometimes ideas are more fully formed before I start putting words to the page, and other times I literally just start and figure it out as I go. There's one fic I wrote for Steddiemas last year where I sat Steve down at a mall food court and then just started writing. I had no idea what that was going to be. (It was Eddie turning up as the Mall Santa.)  Also: Research, research, research. I love the research aspect of writing. I'm curious in general, and if I can even think to look something up to see if it's true, or of the right time period, I will. And I like to add mixed media to my fics. That was a huge part of Take the Money & Tuesday's. All the newspaper articles and such. I felt like they were needed to make it feel like this really happened to these characters we all love so much. I did newspaper articles all throughout writing Tuesday's. In fact, I think that main article, the one at the top, was written and designed very early on in the writing process. They weren't all done at the end, they were done as the story needed them.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Short paragraphs. I love 'em. You'll pry them from my cold, dead fingers. Also see: Long sentences.  Honestly, I do like to throw out the rules, a bit. I write by feel. How does it sound, to my own ear? If it works, for my character, my fic or just me in general, I'll use it. "Don't use two "ands" in a sentence." Okay, but sometimes I'm gonna when that flows the best. Or: "That's a run-on." Okay, but I like the way it reads. "You don't need a comma there." But, I like the way that it breathes, so it's getting one. All this is especially true if writing from someone's POV. I know I don't always think in proper grammar, and I don't expect them to either. I don't want things to feel hard to read, but I do want them to feel natural. If that makes sense. I walk around, pacing as I write or edit on my phone, as if the moving somehow lets me see it differently. I think it does! And I don't know if this is a quirk, but some of the characterizations formed while writing Tuesday's have stuck, hard. Gareth is Gareth Jones, and where you find him, you'll probably find Di. Freak is Goodie. Jeff is Jeff Williams. These things have been decided in my brain, and now I feel compelled to take them with me, fic-to-fic. I didn't intend to build a headcanon I wouldn't be able to shake, but here we are.  I feel like I can transplant Steve and Eddie anywhere, into anything, and be comfortable changing things up. But the Corroded Coffin boys are cemented, as they were created, for the most part. Maybe that's because I did have to do so much shaping for them. Steve and Eddie, we know. We're all working off a decent amount of canon content. Corroded Coffin only had a few moments on screen to help flesh any of us flesh them out into real characters. And now that I've made my choices, for good or bad, they're here to stay.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Finished, definitely. My three long fics were all mostly written before I started posting, and I still struggled to get the last part of All of Across the Universe out in a timely fashion. Tuesday's was posted over one week, one chapter per day, and I really enjoyed that fast schedule. It didn't give me any extra time to overthink the finished product. It was going out, and that was that. I had to trust that I knew what I was doing when I deemed it finished.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Tuesday's Gone With the Wind. I truly thought I was done after Take the Money and Run. And then this idea slapped me in the face, and I spent five months just lost in their world. These versions of the characters came so naturally, and they are still with me today. I feel like most of what I've written since then is shaped by those versions. Also, that was the last fic I wrote without anything else coming down the pipe. The last one before I joined Tumblr. The last one that had my full, and utter, undivided attention. It's really special to me, and I'm beyond grateful to everyone that has embraced it and recommended it to friends. I know it's got some scary warnings, but for those that have dove in and let me know that it spoke to you in some way, you've made me so happy. It spoke to me, too.

How did you get the idea for Tuesday's Gone With the Wind?

By watching the documentary "If I Leave Here Tomorrow" about the band Lynyrd Skynyrd. As I was watching it, there was an interview section where one of the band members spoke about their assistant road manager, saying: "He was like a bartender roadie. Where he took care of us really good, you know? Anybody who was sick, or needed a little more attention, he was just there for you. He was like the big brother, and sister, and your mama and everything." My brain whispered, Steve Harrington.  And that was that. Corroded Coffin were going to get Road Manager Steve Harrington, and he was gonna take care of them as they headed towards this unavoidable disaster. I wrote like 5k words the first night. It was just in there, waiting to spill out, somehow. And I think it's also an anomaly for me, but I'm fairly certain I started that fic with what turned out to be the opening. That first bit of Eddie's first interview section. I think that's where I started telling the story, and it held throughout. That's pretty rare for me. (Fun fact: I wrote all the interview bits in a separate document, and then just fit and tweaked them into the story, as needed. But not that opening. That was the launch pad into everything else.)

When writing Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, what was something you didn’t expect?

It's not exactly a Steddie answer, but - Gareth! Gareth Jones, my beloved. I wasn't on Tumblr when I wrote Tuesday's or any other social media in a fandom way. I was in my own bubble, doing my own thing. So, I didn't know the fandom had given him a fanon surname. I chose my own, and now he's just Gareth Jones to me, and always will be. He's also Eddie's best friend. I've pondered on more than one occasion on if Take the Money and Run would be different if I knew that first, lol. Just exploring my version of a character that had so little screen time to work off was incredibly fun. And has remained fun. Gareth is definitely gonna show up again in my future works. He's to Eddie, as Robin is to Steve in my head now and forevermore.

What inspired Take the Money and Run?

These lyrics from the song "Me and Paul" by Willie Nelson: Almost busted in Laredo But for reasons that I'd rather not disclose But if you're staying in a motel there and leave Just don't leave nothing in your clothes I had a literal shower thought that made me laugh. And thought, well, why are they even in a motel? Oh, they must be on a road trip. So, I wrote that little scene mainly in my head, but jotted it down, just in case, and assumed that was the end of it. But then I just kept writing it. Until I was knee deep in maps and mileage and research trying to figure this road trip out from a logistics standpoint. All because I thought it'd be funny if Eddie left weed in his pants and Steve got all put upon because of it.

What was your favorite part to write from You Oughta Know?

I loved getting to include all the fun 90s things, since that's when I was a teen, and can remember a lot of it very distinctly, first-hand. And I loved getting to use El's powers to look in on Eddie, so while they might not know where he is, they did know that he seemed to be doing okay out there in the world. Also, if I could go back and change one thing about it, I'd fix that I said Eddie's never had an acoustic guitar. I didn't notice his acoustic in his room until my re-watch. Oh well. This version of Eddie didn't, I guess, lol. (This might be from the second part, Eddie's POV. But still. It's my Roman Empire. I think of this mistake at least once a week and beat myself up. If I'd been on Tumblr at the time, I feel this would have never happened, because someone would have blogged about it, drawing my attention to it, surely.)

How do/did you feel writing Never Not Mine?

This one is heavily inspired by the Taylor Swift song imgonnagetyouback. It was fun to dig into a slightly angstier world for a bit. Because things don't always work out, or if they do, not always the first time around. I like to think they'll find each other again, in any universe, but they might not take the easiest path. They aren't perfect, and that's realistic.

What was the most difficult part of writing Let the Boy Be Merry?

Crying while writing it. This one slapped me around a little while writing. Life isn't always as romantic as fic leads us all to believe which, the audacity, honestly, lol, but the kind of love and relationship in this fic? That feels real to me. Old, and familiar, and even as well as you know a person, you can't read their mind. You don't always get what the other needs immediately, you don't get how important things can be to them, but figuring out how to compromise is love. Real, lasting love.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

This question was hard! I'm gonna pick two from Tuesday's: For the first, I cried while writing and then cried again while editing the scene where Eddie and Steve hash out how serious their relationship is, and realize they've kind of been on different pages. There are two scenes in Tuesday's that got to me, and made me cry while writing them, over and over, and I don't even know why. (The other is Gareth picking that fight with Steve. Yeah, yeah, I know. Neither of these parts are the saddest parts of Tuesday's. But they stripped me raw, for whatever reason.) And a second, more fun, favorite: I'm gonna go with the scene where Eddie's naked and tripping on mushrooms in the backyard while Steve hangs out with him, and Eddie thinks they've written "Tom Sawyer" by Rush. That was so fun, and just a feel good write, if that makes sense. That whole summer they spent at the lake I look back on writing fondly. They are so in love there. They are all happy. And this scene is carefree in a way that they won't always be, due to circumstances coming down the pipe.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I run @corrodedcoffinfest and I've got a whole list of planned pop-up events coming up over the next few months for that. Steddie is absolutely welcome, so if anyone would like a little more Corroded Coffin works in their life, consider coming to join us! I also finally updated my masterlist, so everything I've written for Stranger Things is finally gathered together. There's a lot that's still only on Tumblr and not on Ao3 at this point.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Thanks so much for including me and my works in this! And to the person who nominated me, thank you, thank you! You really made my day. It was fun to think about these fics again, and answer these questions. I've really enjoyed writing for Steddie, and I've also enjoyed making friends in the fandom. Thanks for welcoming me. Thanks for showing my fics love, and commenting or leaving kudos or reblogging. Just, thank you all so much. And I'm sorry if these answers were too long, lol. As a habitual "end notes" kind of writer, that's just the way I roll. 

Thank you to our author, @thisapplepielife, and our anonymous nominator! See more of thisapplepielife's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

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I am irrationally emotional about this because whether I had 20 views or 20k views it really makes no difference to my love of their story but I just want to take a moment of disbelief and thank anyone who has ever taken the time to comment, leave kudos or even so much as read my fic.

This is really quite excessively open but I started writing TSLIHSALHUT (note to anyone who is considering writing a story - give it a simple name because it is a mouthful to type from hereon we will call it sleeps) when I was essentially on house arrest awaiting an operation for a health issue. I was depressed, lonely and really just existing. I reached a point where I didn't even want to exist because what was the point?

I had finished the last term of my master's and was being left behind by all my friends who were getting on with their lives and planning all these incredible things whilst I felt I was drowning. I was housebound, so desperately ill and had given up on my life ever becoming better. Whilst rewatching Peaky Blinders I found an old oneshot from years ago that prompted me to draft a chapter, one chapter. I will add that my degree was in creative writing but I had lost all confidence in my own voice and lost all longing to write, to do anything I had once remotely found enjoyable.

But I wrote it and afterwards I posted said chapter because I thought why the fuck not. It was a short seven-chapter fic that would 'look at Tommy's and Grace's life together.' Snippets, never did I intend their entire journey to be documented in this. What changed? You all.

I say without an ounce of exaggeration that writing this fic saved my life. Slowly, slowly, with each chapter, with each upload, with each kudos or comment, something reawoke. This wasn't just writing about my favourite characters anymore, this was a community that embraced both me and the small work of creativity that I brought to the table.

For such a violent show, I have never been a part of such a wonderful, empathic, tender, beautiful community. I had been surviving for such a long time that I had completely forgotten what it felt like to have a purpose, a drive, a hobby, SOMETHING that I was proud of and you have all been with me every single step of the way.

This is too emotional for a Wednesday night but Jesus Christ, I don't know how I would ever thank you all for giving me my voice back. It started as a whisper over the summer and your kindness and support have enabled me to carry that over to my everyday life.

It was a safety blanket to fall back on. It was something to get me out of bed before midday. It was innumerable posters reaching out to me after my dog was put to sleep. It was strangers on the internet checking in with me after my operation. It was support and companionship and it was recognition that, even though I felt I did not matter, you thought I did. You thought my work did.

So thank you. For every single person in you 20,062 (I mean that is just fucking ridiculous, have you read it... it's shit!). You could not save me when I was drowning, and you never even realised I had entered the water but you each contributed to the ladder that allowed me to climb to safety.

I got my operation, my health grew better, I finished my degree, I went back to work and life got better, but I sincerely do not think I would be sat here tonight in the position I am if it had not started with that first chapter of Sleeps.

Never underestimate the impact you have on strangers on the internet. Never underestimate the value of your worth. You save lives and change lives every single day and for that, I will love and appreciate you for the rest of my life.

So, emotional time over. Peace out. I have Spag Bol for tea and a chapter to edit.

Beth x

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Jrwitober Day 31- 5 years of jrwi

Ok, this one isn’t much of a writing prompt. Not like I know how to make todays prompts into one anyway. And for anyone looking at my account, yeah, I didn’t keep up with it at all. Everything’s been very busy and I just couldn’t find time unfortunately, especially as each one just got longer.

However, I just wanted to use todays little thing to express my complete love for this show and everything about it (except felipe, I want to strangle that guy).

I haven’t been watching since the start. More like the second half of 2022, when slimecicle left the Chuckle Sandwich podcast and, with that being one of my main comforts, lead me to search for other stuff he’d done.

Then I found it. I think I started with the Prime Force one shots, and fell in love with it, though I wasn’t very happy when I found out the rest was behind a paywall. The black rose one shot wasnt the most entertaining thing and I was a little worried to see what the riptide campaign was going to be like. Alas, I gave it a shot.

And. Wow. From the start I was so into it I couldn’t stop watching (doing 8-10 hours a day when I had a free day, I was so into it) and even when I had something else going on, the second I got home I just couldn’t stop. I caught up decently quickly, and after a couple months of rewatching old episodes, I sent my friend, who i had only known for a little while at this point, a BITB animatic. I thought it was cool and I get way too excited about it when I like stuff.

Thankfully, she liked it too, and we decided to both get the Patreon. That’s when I went absolutely insane. BITB, while I won’t go into depths, was amazing, and I finished it in 2 days. But Prime defenders, which id watched the free eps for a while, and that id read enough fics to vaguely be spoiled of s1, was so so so much better than I could’ve expected. Every second of it was incredible, and from May ish when I got it to now, i am continually enthralled by everything about it. I love bizly’s dming, the characters, the story, all the heartfelt moments that I even cried a good amount at.

Jrwi, and largely pd, have become such a big part of my life that I have to stop myself or I doubt I’ll shut up. And that friend I mentioned? We went from strangers to just enough friends I sent her that fateful video to practically siblings, all because I shared my interest with her. We were both the first people we came out to, helped each other through so much in the year and a bit we’ve known each other, and I love her like my sister.

All because of an animatic about a bug horror thing.

And of course, the community. The people I’ve met, mostly those in a jrwi fic server, are so talented and funny and they’re all amazing. I’ve had the chance to write and post on ao3 after reading it for I think 5 years, and the kindness in this community is so incredible it’s almost whiplash to go back to the real world.

So thank you, jrwi. For all you’ve done for me and everyone who watches you.

Sincerely,

An inspired fan

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TMI Tuesday

Yesterday I managed to write something for the first time in ages. It felt good, even though it was only just shy of 1000 words on Still Waters, the next fic in the Lover’s Leap series. I’m going for day two today, and with less things on my ‘to do’ list...

See, here’s the thing.  As well as depression and anxiety, and all, I have ADHD.  Yes, they often go together, right?  Well, I’m only supposed to make a ‘to do’ list with three things on it, otherwise I get overwhelmed.  Trouble is, if I don’t put something on the list when I think about it - I forget... and that just causes a whole bunch of other issues!  Damned if I do, damned if I don’t LOL

Yesterday I also re-read both of my Halt and Catch Fire fics. Why?  Well the 30 Days of Fanfic Challenge had a question about pairings, and it came up, and suddenly I wanted to read them again.  Now I want to rewatch HaCF, maybe see if I can finish those fics.

Anyway, here I am, and I’m chugging along.

Please feel free to ask about Lover’s Leap, Halt and Catch Fire, or any of my other fics

Here are some suggestions for you.

Ask suggestions

Ask something about any of my fics (full list is below the cut). If you want specifics from some fics that are already outlined, you can ask about:

All Our Past Mistakes, Chapters 11 through 44 Lover’s Leap Series, Stories 15 through 31 Time’s Curse, Chapters 6 through 10 Laer o Faen, Chapter 27 & 28 Stargate: Atlantis, Harms Way or any of the 20 fics in the series.

Ask something of any of my characters in general or you can get really specific if you like - for example you might want to ask Gold from Pawn Shop a question about a chapter, a thought, a feeling… (the world is your oyster really)

Ask about my process as a writer, what makes me tick,, or even ask about me personally. Almost nothing is off limits.

Also, if you want to see a specific character or fic featured in Three Things Thursday, or Saturday Secret, feel free to send in prompts, if no one does, then either the choice will be random or they just won’t happen at all. I made an analogy for why that might be in a different post about a car stuck in the mud with spinning wheels. Those wheels are still spinning!

Please remember: if you read a fic you enjoyed on AO3 or on Tumblr (not just mine), please take the time to comment and/or leave kudos, and to reach out on TMI Tuesday. It means a lot to the writers and artists.

You can find all my fics currently on AO3 here, and there is a full list under this cut.

Storybrooke’s Best Kept Secret - Rumbelle

Darkness In Hyperion Heights - Woven Beauty au

Seven Tastes - Rumbelle

Tuesday - Rushbelle AU

The Language of Flowers Series - Rumbelle

Disparate Pathways - Rumbelle AU

Scattered - Rumbelle AU

All Our Past Mistakes - Rumbelle AU

What the Actual Fuck! - Sutherelle

Breathe - Rushbelle

The Lover’s Leap Series - Rumbelle

Awakening - Rumbelle

War Is Coming To Storybrooke - Rumbelle

Given No Choice - Rush

Thoughts On A Happy Ending Series - Rumbelle

Darker Hearts Series - Wish!Rumbelle

Modern Wonders - a OUAT/Alice crossover

Time’s Curse - Rumbelle

The Pawn Shop On Main Street - Rumbelle

The Mansion On the Edge of Town - Rumbelle with a side of Jefferson

Cobra: In Your Prayers - Cobra/FatWS/UC:Undercover et al

To See Series - Rumbelle

Nobody Knew (Bingo) - Rumbelle

Secret of the Seas - Rumbelle AU

Butterfly and Phoenix - ST:DSC

Laer o Faen - Tolkien

Ship’s Rats - ST: DCS

I Amar Boe Men Heb - Tolkien

Coming Down - Halt and Catch Fire

Armor of Ice - Halt and Catch Fire

Duath i-Achas Eriol - Tolkien

Balance of Terror - Sleeper Cell

What To Believe - UC: Undercover

If: In The End - UC Undercover

Precious - The Mummy Series

Forbidden - The Mummy Series

Power Is - The Mummy Series

Angel of the Heart - The Mummy Series

Star of the Morning - The Mummy Series

Not Yours To Keep - Foundation (TV)

No Saving Throw - Stranger Things

ILP (or IEP) for Rumple.

“Only Remembered For What We Have Done.”

Here are fics that haven’t yet been started, but are in the Muse’s bucket.

The Miner’s Day Festival - Rumbelle

Aftermath - Rumbelle (with a side of madness)

Saving The Dark One (WT) A twist on a twist of Rumplestiltskin.

Brought To You By The Color… (Red)

Calcul(us)

(In)consistent equation

The Boston Storybrooke Line

Breaking the Waves (Movie AU)

One Last Wish

In Service to My Son

Playground Games

Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed

Librarian: UC

Exquisite Harmonies

Resolutions - Rushbelle in the Deck the Halls universe.

No - absolutely not - I will not write a sequel to this fic!

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Kiss It Better

Tig Trager x F!Reader

Request by @winchestershiresauce​: Could I request the prompt "I'm gonna pretend I didn't just see that" with Tig and a younger woman? Maybe somebody in the club's friend or sister?

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, steamy things

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This is my first fic like this for Tig, and I have to admit I had such a blast writing it haha. I was rewatching the pilot the other day for ~research purposes~ and the fight scene with him and Happy seemed like such a good little piece of inspo for this. Hope you enjoy it! xo

SOA Taglist: @garbinge​ @masterlistforimagines @espieviolet99 @mijop @chibsytelford @thanossexual @xladymacbethx @i-just-read-stuff @toni9 @unicornucopia-fuckers @shadow-of-wonder @punkgoddess-98 @paintballkid711 @black-repunzel99 @lexondeck @frattsparty @bellisperennis0​ @crowfootwrites​ @redpoodlern​ @beardburnsupersoldiers​ @mveggieburger​ @xeniarocks​ @choochoo284​ @littlekittymeow​ @beardsanddetectives​ @bruxasolta​ @i-love-scott-mccall​ @be-my-dear​ (If you want to be tagged, just let me know!)

When you got to the clubhouse, the chaos was already well underway. Music was blaring from the inside while there were a bunch of people gathered around the boxing ring outside. You had to walk a little closer to figure out who it actually was in the ring, but once you did you couldn’t pretend that you weren’t intrigued, and also a little concerned.

Walking over, you found Jax by the corner of the ring. He was shouting directions to both the men in the ring, which you found to be quite amusing because Jax had never coached anyone a day in his life. Over the years there were a lot of things that you’d trusted him with, but you don’t know if this would’ve been one of them. You’d seen him fight, and he wasn’t the most calculated fighter, which lead you to believe that maybe he shouldn’t be the one to dole out advice. Still, given your current company, you figured he couldn’t make things worse. Clay must’ve been busy if Jax was the first line of defense.

“I thought you were just the towel boy?” you said with a laugh as you stood next to him.

He laughed as he draped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in, “Doesn’t matter what I say anyway, not like either of them is gonna listen.”

“Tig and Happy? Not listening to you? Say it ain’t so,” you chuckled.

He shook his head, “Yea, I’m sure you’re real surprised,” he peeled his eyes away from the ring to look at you for a moment, “Didn’t think you were gonna make it?”

You shrugged, flashing him a quick grin, “Like I ever stay away,” a bell rang and Happy and Tig walked to their respective corners. You looked at Jax, confusion written on your face, “Rounds? Thought this shit was doghouse rules.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Not with these two psychopaths.”

Tig leaned over the ropes, allowing Chibs to clean up the blood on his face and to give him a sip of water. He was trying to take a deep breath when he saw you standing, leaning into Jax’s side. Despite the blood leaking from the cut above his eyebrow, he shot you a smile, “Hey, doll, finally taking up my offer to be a ring girl?”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t not laugh, “Why don’t you focus on not letting Hap knock you out?”

“You’d take care of me if he did though, right?” he smirked, and you hated that you felt your face start to get warm.

You nodded towards the ring, “Don’t let him bust up that pretty face of yours any more than he already has, Trager.”

He laughed before getting tossed back into the throws of the match with Happy. You could feel Jax’s eyes on you as you watched the two men in the ring, and you fought to keep a straight face and not acknowledge the look on his face. You weren’t a stranger to the club by any means, which meant you knew more than your fair share about everyone involved—one of the perks of being so close with Jax. It was for that exact reason that he was staring at you trying to figure out why you were entertaining the back and forth with Tig, and why you almost seemed like you were enjoying it.

“Your fighter is about to get his ass kicked, coach,” you nodded towards the ring.

Jax looked back up at the ring just in time to see Tig take a solid left hook to the face. Jax cringed slightly, shaking his head before shouting, “Use your goddamn feet, Tig! Get out of the way!” his voice dropped so only you could hear, “Jesus Christ.”

You laughed, “Happy’s a tough son of a bitch. He might get the best of your boy.”

Jax looked over at you, letting out a dry chuckle, “Tig has never been my boy.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not that bad.”

“He’s insane, you know.”

“You all are,” you laughed. Cupping your hands around your mouth, you shouted above the noise, “Beat his ass, Trager!”

It wasn’t likely that your encouragement had anything to do with the change in the tides of the fight, but you were going to pretend that maybe it did. Within seconds, Tig was walking himself in and throwing haymakers like there was no tomorrow. If it had been a real fight, it wouldn’t have been the best strategy. But it was a clubhouse match. He backed Happy up into a corner, the entire crowd cheering loudly. It wouldn’t have mattered who was winning anyway, everyone just wanted to see some action.

“Alright, alright,��� Jax reached over and gave Bobby a slap on the arm, “Break that shit up before someone loses a tooth or something.”

You laughed as Bobby ungracefully hopped up into the ring managing to pull the two men apart. Whatever they were sorting out in the ring immediately fell by the wayside when Bobby told them to call it quits. Both men immediately smiled, hugging each other as they laughed. It made you wish that you’d gotten there to see the fight all the way from the beginning.

“Alright, alright,” Bobby pushed them both towards the ropes, “Go get cleaned up. No bleeding all over the clubhouse.”

Both Happy and Tig were talking, laughing as they hopped down from the ring. Both men had towels chucked at them so that they could wipe the blood from their faces. The other men from the club who had been ringside watching them greeted them with hugs and claps on the back as the rest of the crowd began to disperse, heading towards the clubhouse or the other small clusters of people who were outside drinking and talking.

“Trager,” you spoke up when he was about to head towards the clubhouse to clean up and change. He turned to you, and you could tell by the smile on his face that he was about to make a slick, flirty comment. Before he could, you walked over and took the towel from his hands, pressing it to the cut above his eye that was still bleeding, “Quite the comeback, huh?”

Your eyes were focused on his cut, but his were focused on the concentrated expression on your face, “Couldn’t let my girl see me get my ass kicked, now could I?”

You laughed, cheeks feeling warmer by the second as you refused to make eye contact with him, “Your girl’s here tonight? I’d love to meet her,” pulling the towel off, your lips dipped into a frown when the cut continued to bleed, “Looks like that might need a couple stitches.”

“You know a good doctor?” he chuckled.

You smiled, shaking your head, “No, but I’ve been known to keep people from dying on occasion. You got a kit?”

“Yea,” he nodded towards the clubhouse, “keep one in my room.”

You arched an eyebrow, “Seems convenient.”

He laughed, “You asked if I had one, that’s where it is. Unless you wanna let me bleed out.”

Rolling your eyes, you gestured for him to start walking, “Alright, alright. Let’s go get you fixed up.”

You’d never been in Tig’s dorm, and you had to admit you expected it to be in way worse shape than it actually was. It was evident that he didn’t spend a whole lot of time there, which you supposed made sense. You still looked around though, poking through a few things that were on his nightstand and the top of his dresser.

He cleared his throat, not even trying to hide the smirk on his face when he caught you being a little nosey. Holding up the first aid kit, he passed it off to you, “This what you were looking for?”

You chuckled, nodding, “Yea, that’s it,” you motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed before grabbing the chair by the door and pulling it over.

You sat in front of him, closer than you’d ever really been to him before. Your face felt hotter with every passing second, and the slick smirk on his face certainly didn’t help at all. He sat with his legs spread, so you carefully wedged yourself between them, ignoring the look in his eyes the closer you got to him. Reaching for his chin, you gently tilted his head down and to the side so you could get a better look at the cut above his eyebrow. Taking a deep breath in a vain attempt to focus, you grabbed a cotton ball and doused it in medical alcohol. Running it over the cut, you heard Tig wince.

“Hurt less when he hit me,” he chuckled.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Don’t turn into a drama queen on me now, Tig. I didn’t even start with the stitches yet.”

He laughed, but the two of you fell back into a comfortable silence as you finished cleaning the area you were going to be working on. You got all the materials together for his stitches, and you tried your best to do it while causing him as little pain as possible.

When the needle first punctured his skin, he cringed slightly, hand involuntarily reaching and gripping onto your leg just above your knee. It caused you to fumble, nearly dropping the thin needle between your fingers. You let out a slightly embarrassed chuckle and the smile that came across his face gave you feelings that you didn’t want to delve too deep into.

“I know that you’ve been through worse than this,” you told him as you continued to stitch him up.

He didn’t remove his hand from your leg, laughing, “Never thought that you were going to be the one hurting me. Makes it sting a little extra.”

You chuckled, “Imagine if I was trying to hurt you.”

He waited for you to make eye contact with him, “You wouldn’t.”

You let out a quiet hum as you finished off the small row of stitches, “Probably not.” Cupping his chin in your hand once more, you turned his head a bit so you could get a good look at your work. It wasn’t the same as what he would get at a hospital, but it was free and it did the trick, which was all he really needed, “I think you’ll live.”

“You gonna kiss it better?” Tig’s smirk made it hard to maintain eye contact with him.

Rolling your eyes, “Not with all that dried blood all over your face.”

He chuckled as he watched you get up and grab a washcloth to soak in warm water, “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

You laughed as you sat back down in your chair, “Come here, let me finish cleaning off your face.”

He leaned in, closing his eyes as you began to gently wipe away the blood, sweat, and grime from his face. For a fleeting moment you wondered when the last time someone was actually gentle with him.

The sentimental thought passed by quickly when Tig spoke up again, “You take care of everyone like this, or can you just not keep your hands off of me?”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you slapped the damp rag against his chest, “You’re all cleaned up, Trager.”

You went to stand up, but he reached forward with both hands, gripping onto your thighs just enough to keep you seated in your chair. “You still gotta kiss it better.”

The smirk on his face let you know that if you really didn’t want to do this, you could get up and walk away with no repercussions. But the glint in his eyes told you that if there was any part of you that wanted this, wanted him, that now was your chance to do something about it. You could feel the grip of his fingertips through the denim that covered your legs, and it was impossible to deny the excitement that was coursing through you. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you tried to will yourself to do something about all the thoughts and feelings you’d ever had about the man sitting in front of you, the man who was practically begging you to kiss him.

Despite everything you knew about him, all the reasons that this could end up being a really dumb idea, you leaned in and crashed your lips into his. You felt the slight jolt in his body, clearly he hadn’t been expecting you do actually do something, or to do it with so much enthusiasm. But there was no point in trying to hold back or play coy now. Your hands slid up to cradle his neck as you tried to convey every ounce of your excitement into the way you moved your lips against his.

Pulling away, he let out a breathy chuckle, “Didn’t think it was my lips that got hurt during the fight, sweetheart.”

Shaking your head, you got up from your chair and positioned yourself so that you were straddling his lap, hands planted firmly on his shoulders, “Shut up and kiss me.”

He opened his mouth to make another snarky remark but you didn’t give him the chance. Kissing him again, your hands tangled themselves into his hair, giving a slight tug and causing him to let out a moan that sent a wave of arousal through your entire body. His hands gripped tight onto your hips for a moment before sliding down and cupping your ass, pulling you as close to him as he could. He swallowed your moans as his tongue slid to meet yours, and for a moment you completely forgot about the rest of the world outside the two of you. You could feel the dampness from his shirt as his chest pressed flush against yours, the feel of his fingers kneading you through the rough fabric of your jeans.

You were about five seconds away from pushing him flat onto his back on the bed when another voice disrupted the entire mood of the room.

Jax appeared in the doorway, not realizing what he was walking into until it was too late, “Yo, Tig, Clay just—shit,” he shook his head and averted his eyes as he tried to pretend not to see you scrambling to get off of Tig’s lap. Despite the fact that both of you were still fully clothed, seeing his best friend with her tongue down Tig’s throat wasn’t exactly on his bucket list, and he refused to look at either of you, “Clay’s asking for you, bro.”

Tig chuckled, amused not only by Jax’s reaction, but yours. The woman who had all but pounced on him was now shrinking back, pinching the bridge of her nose as she avoided eye contact with both men in the room. He didn’t share your embarrassment at being caught, though. Leaning over, he nipped lightly where your neck met your shoulder before smoothing it over with a kiss, not offering up a verbal goodbye as he stood to leave.

Jax shook his head at him, “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just see that.”

Tig laughed, waiting for Jax to really look at him, “Oh, you definitely saw it, brother,” his laughter could be heard the entire time he walked down the hallway to go and meet up with Clay.

When you finally forced yourself to look up at Jax, he was standing there shaking his head, but even so there was the slightest hint of amusement on his face, “Really? Tig?”

You laughed, face heating up even more if that was even possible, “What can I say? I like ‘em a little crazy.”

Jax threw his arm around you when you walked over, “That might be more crazy than you can handle.”

“I think I’ll be alright,” you gnawed lightly at your bottom lip as you replayed everything in your head.

“Yea, just do us all a favor and shut the door next time, alright?”

You chuckled, “I’ll try to remember.”

[h2bakugou]

Could you do a scenario for Bakugou, midoriya, shouto and maybe iida? Their s/o has an older brother but they never told them that, they also didn’t tell their brother their dating so one day their older brother sees them be all affectionate (kisses and hugs) and the older brother gets all protective, like, “what the fuck are you doing with my sister” type thing? Sorry if that’s confusing haha, I have an older brother who’s really overprotective lol

a/n: yesss! more s/o having siblings content!! thank you for the request love! i’m rewatching death note and akfkdkjsfkd yall- ryuk’s english va does the voice of chadwick the frog from bratz kidz fairy tales and geronimo stilton SFSJFSJ AND misa’s english va is pinkie pie from mlp- yall- periodt this is so off topic im so sorry 

headcanon: them finding out you have a protective older brother

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk / (b/n) - brother’s name

warnings: fluff, swearing

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katsuki bakugou

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So you hadn’t told Bakugou you had a brother, nor your brother that you had a boyfriend.

Your older brother was a bit over-protective. Which wasn’t a bad thing, you just didn’t want him to scare off someone you liked. Though you doubted Bakugou was the type to run scared.

Still, you were worried.

You spent time with one another carefully, to not raise any questions, and to prevent the two from running into each other while you were out with one of them.

But one day you weren’t so lucky.

Walking with Bakugou, hand in hand, you were enjoying the little walk back to the 1-A Alliance dormitory. 

The sun was setting, painting the sky a beautiful blend of oranges, pinks, and blues. Bakugou had stopped to admire it.

“Katsu’...” You tugged his hand before looking up at the sky yourself. 

Before you could even process what was happening, Bakugou had pulled you by your hand, much like you had just done to him, into his arms, planting a kiss on your lips.

In the moment it was everything you’d wanted and more. To be kissed by your boyfriend under a pretty sunset, no one around to see, which was why Bakugou did it.

But the familiar sound of a voice yelling at the two of you quickly broke the kiss apart.

“Hey what the fuck are you doing to my sister?” Your brother was racing toward the two of you.

“Shit.” You cursed, quickly deciding if it was a good idea to run away and avoid the lecture entirely or-

“Sister?” Bakugou glanced at you and then back to the man steadily approaching.

“I’m her boyfriend, relax.” Bakugou said coolly, tucking his hands in his pockets.

“Is that true (Y/n)?” Your brother asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“Yeah. This is Bakugou. Bakugou, this is my brother (B/n).” You introduced the two, biting your lip.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a brother?” Bakugou asked, almost as if your brother wasn’t standing there at all.

“And why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend?” Your brother asked, ignoring Bakugou all together.

The explanation came a lot easier than you thought but afterward, with a warning from your brother to Bakugou about breaking your heart, he finally let you get back to the dorms.

Kissing you once more, knowing he was looking, Bakugou kept a cocky grin on his lips.

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izuku midoriya

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Deku didn’t realize you were about to be caught until your brother was storming through the park, an angry look on his face.

Hugging you tightly and then putting you behind him, Deku was prepared for a fight.

“What are you doing to my sister?” Your brother asked angrily. Deku tilted his head to the side before giving the stranger an awkward look.

“Sister?”

“You’re hugging and kissing my sister. So who are you? You her boyfriend?” Deku’s cheeks tinted pink quickly turning to look at you.

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend. And this is my brother.” You introduced Deku quickly.

“I didn’t know you had a brother, I’m Deku, it’s nice to meet you.” Deku quickly extended a hand to shake which your brother accepted graciously.

“Careful, you don’t want to see me mad.” Your brother threatened. You rolled your eyes and pulled Deku away.

“He’s nothing but sweet to me, relax.” You know he’s just looking out for you, but you didn’t want him scaring Deku away, especially since you really liked Deku.

Finally walking off hand in hand with Deku, you can’t help but feel your brother’s eyes boring into the two of you.

“He seems nice.” Deku smiles, hugging you closer, his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walk to continue your date.

“He can be a bit of a jerk but he’s just doing it to be protective.” You smile, knowing that he wasn’t trying to be a jerk intentionally.

“I’m glad he’s looking out for you! He’s being a nice brother.” Deku places a sweet kiss on your cheek which prompts you to glance back. Seeing your brother still watch, and just to spite him, you clash your lips onto Deku’s, proving your point furthermore that you liked Deku.

Deku kissed back, flustered that you’d pulled such a bold move in public.

“Your brother he-”

“He’ll get over it. He’s just jealous he doesn’t have a significant other yet.”

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shoto todoroki

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Todoroki has siblings. And he has his suspicions that you might have some too.

Whenever he comes to your dorm, he notices a few little photos of your family. Though you’ve never explicitly said you had a brother, the boy standing next to you in most of your family photo’s looked too much like you to be a childhood friend. Of course, it could be a cousin or maybe an in-law, but the looks were there.

He’d just never asked you about it. Maybe you didn’t want to talk about it.

But the truth was, your older brother was overprotective. You didn’t want him to meet Todoroki, the boy you really like, and now your boyfriend, and him say something that would ruin what you had going, not that you’d ever let him get away with hurting Todoroki.

You’d kept everything on the low until Todoroki kissed you after lunch. It was sort of a rushed kiss, something along the lines of an ‘I never got the chance to kiss you this morning like usual and I’ve been holding off but I couldn’t wait any longer’ kiss. You certainly didn’t mind it.

But your brother who saw did.

“Hey. Who are you and what are you doing with my sister?” Your brother cornered Todoroki, looming over him. Todoroki glanced at you and then back to the boy.

“I’m her boyfriend. I’m assuming you are her brother?” Todoroki was calm and collected like usual. PDA wasn’t his strong suit but of course, the one time he actually decides to kiss you in public, something had to happen. He’d stick to kissing you in private for now.

“I am. So watch it.” Your brother warned, shooting you a glance before walking off.

“Sorry, he’s overprotective.” You explained. Todoroki smiled and nodded.

“Why are you smiling?” You start smiling yourself.

“Just thinking about you.” Todoroki wasn’t lying. He now knew you had an overprotective brother, and it sort of fueled him to be a bit more out there as your boyfriend.

Not to deliberately piss your brother off, but to just see what would happen. A challenge almost. He wanted to be on good terms with your family, but you were his girlfriend so...

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tenya iida

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Bless this boy. He’s so sweet, and he’d honestly be the best boyfriend.

He takes you on dates, on and off-campus. But you just so happen to run into your brother outside of campus.

Out on a relaxing café date, studying and hanging out with Iida, you don’t expect to see your brother. And you certainly don’t expect your brother to see you locking lips with your navy-haired boyfriend.

“Hey, who the fuck are you? And what are you doing with my sister?” Your brother interrupts, almost slamming his fists down onto the table of the booth where you were sitting.

Iida gives you a shocked look before introducing himself.

“My name is Iida Tenya, and I am your sister’s boyfriend. It’s very nice to meet you.” Iida extends a hand to shake which your brother accepts, eyeing the boy. 

“I’m in the same class as her, and the class representative, I hope that I will meet all of your expectations-” Iida is cut off by you tugging his hand to tell him to sit back down.

“Yes this is Iida, Iida this is my brother, (B/n).” You introduce them and sigh.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” Your brother warned Iida. You rolled your eyes and turned to Iida as your brother left.

“He’s very overprotective, believe me, you are fine.” You reassured your boyfriend.

“I hope he doesn’t think I’m disrespectful, I do want to be on good terms with him-” “Iida, you are fine, he’ll like you, he’s just trying to watch out for me. He always has.” You kiss Iida’s cheek, giving him a little hug to show that everything was going to be fine.

“He seems like a good brother.” Iida smiled, placing his hand over yours. 

“Let’s get back to our date.”

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masterlist

[soulrph]

mun! mun!!! i just realized sth!! even though i love love LOVE you, i don't know ANYTHING abt you!! is that by choice, or do you have an about me page that im missing? i understand not sharing things on the internet if not!! i just thought id ask, since youre my favorite person regardless of whether you share more info abt u :D

hello my wonderful, kind, darling nonnie!! this is such a sweet thing to receive these days, thank you so much for taking the time to send this in!!

honestly, my mysterious vibes aren't deliberate or cautious, i'm not even a massively private person! i just like to drop memes and psas here, and then vanish into the clouds, leaving you wonderful angels confused and bewildered by my writings, but much more importantly, forever unaware of when i'll return. i'm like santa clause, but if santa clause didn't have a calendar and just showed up with presents sporadically, and more often than not presents that NOBODY asked for!

but i'm happy to share some little bits about me! so my name is blue, i'm currently going through a phase of making pancakes every time i'm stressed. i'm also very very busy right now with college work, although i'm approaching the end of it now! so i'm hoping to be back and posting much more often in october. it sucks a little bit because i wanted to write some autumn prompts, but alas, there's always next year! i'm currently writing up some dramatic prompts inspired by the shadow and bone season 2 trailer release; it's honestly a good thing that i'm not able to be around as much, because i'd end up writing prompts from the six of crows duology ENDLESSLY!

i also love rewatching shows. i don't know why, but i can't seem to watch the final ever episode of anything! like if i know a new season is coming out, i'll watch every episode aside from the last one in the latest season! thanks to tudum, i'm currently undecided about whether or not to rewatch shadow and bone, bridgerton or stranger things. it's a big decision! i run an rp blog alongside this one, and i recently started writing a multi, so that's an entire experience that really just enables me to add as many characters as i like. it's fantastic!

i don't know what else to say, it's like when someone says "tell me a little about yourself!" and suddenly you have no idea who you are! but always feel free to ask me stuff; i'm never not happy to see my inbox light go off! i'm just slower than a wet week of sundays when it comes to actually answering them!

anyway! ily nonnie!!!!! SM!!! you're a wonderful person and i hope you're having a fantastic weekend! be safe, be well, drink some water, and know that you are loved!

your loving friend,

blue.

[wolfstrela]

queerbaiting is when you promote or imply something to get the queer audience and then you don't deliver. people were saying it was queerbaiting because different official stranger things and netflix accounts were promoting a lot of byler during june and then immediately stopped once july and volume two came, where we saw that mike was "completely oblivious" which led people to feeling duped. people also felt that way because there are plenty of instances where the problems that mileven have or the requests that el demands from mike are things that mike easily and readily gives to will without being prompted or problems that he and will never have (specifically in season four, not even counting one or two)—behaviors which he doesn’t even show with dustin or lucas, showing that his relationship with will is different entirely. the show implying all of that for will and then never actually doing anything with it would have been queerbaiting yes, but that isn’t the only way that they would’ve been queerbaiting. regardless, we still have to wait until season five considering how up in the air and intertwined that love triangle is after those confessions and eleven’s journey to self-realization. a show doesn’t have to be about the lgbt community to be able to queerbait. any film or show can do that. not only that, but everyone else’s internal issues get addressed somehow eventually despite it being a show “about kids facing other worldly monsters”.

I see what you're saying and I agree to some extent. I didn't see the byler posts promoting stuff, so that's on me and this whole conversation might be over nothing substantial 🤦🏽‍♀️

My posts were referring to what I've seen in the show and what I saw some people saying around here on tumblr about it.

Exclusively talking about their relationship depicted in the show, though, I still don't think byler is queerbaiting, didn't get the vibes they were implying anything, and here's why:

I rewatched the first 3 seasons last week and I saw their friendship and how special it was, but to me there was no doubt they were always following the mileven path. I even asked some people about it and they agreed (dunno if this really changes anything but they were queer people, so there's no 'straight bias' or anything).

I think if Mike treated Will differently from Dustin and Lucas it's because Will is different. He is more sweet and sensitive, it's his personality, who he is (independent of anything). And also, baby boy spent an entire week in the Upside Down, then came back and kept having "episodes", basically being haunted. Will's been through different shit, things none of his friends understand. And Mike s1 and s2, who is so different from Mike s4, reacted the best way he could about it, because he cared. They're best friends, and I think the show proved Mike would do anything for his friends. Remember the time he jumped off a cliff to prevent Dustin getting stabbed by that bully? I mean, he could've died if Eleven hadn't saved him. Idk, to me that speaks more about Mike's (wholesome) personality than anything else. You can disagree.

In my original post I said "just because Will likes Mike doesn't mean Mike has to like Will back", and I still agree with that statement. That's not exactly queerbaiting. Just feels like there's a lot of wishful thinking going on when it comes to byler. I get the romance vibes from Will, but I don't really feel like Mike reciprocates it (and, hey, maybe I'm wrong, it's just how I felt watching the show).

And just to make sure: I know “a show about kids facing other worldly monsters” could queerbait, I know any show can queerbait being queer or not, I said on my post:

“it's about kids facing other worldly monsters — and sure, a show like this could potentially queerbait if it wanted to, but i don't really believe it's the case here.”

And what I mean with that is that I just don't feel like they did this in the episodes — again highlighting that I didn't see the byler promoting stuff (my fault, I guess). If, however, you're telling me they did this with their promoting tactics, then I guess that's a different thing and you might be right.

(based on what I just told you, I didn't see any queerbait, but based on what you told me, perhaps the show did queerbait, just not how I thought, so there would be space for both of us to be kinda right-ish.)

Just wanna say I'm not coming from a bad place. I'm open to being wrong. I don't mind Byler; in fact, if they became endgame that would be cool (though I gotta say I'd be surprised af). Mileven is so boring now 😮‍💨

Tbh, I just came back to this topic in the first place because I wasn't comfortable with what (or how) I said about "Will having to come out". It sounded like "or else that would absolutely be queerbaiting" and that's dumb, you know? That's it. I said dumb stuff and changed my mind about it

I hope this makes some sense

[dovenymph]

a film by peter parker

authors note: this was inspired by another thinkerpete tweet that read "peter probably watches the bit from "a film by peter parker" where he's in the car with tony over and over when he misses him" and@peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology’s summer of love prompt list💛💛 also the video edit was made by me so please do not screen record/save and repost it even if you do credit me (also this is unedited so sorry for any typos, i’ll probably go through it sometime this week, i just wanted to post it first)

prompts used: 2. making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater

my masterlist

warnings: mentions of tony’s death, other than that, nothing but fluff

word count: 3.9k

Peter hated the summer.

Peter hated not having anything to busy himself with; no homework, or academic decathlon, or seeing Ned everyday who could wrap him up in his graphic novel fan theories or the drama in his on and off relationship with Betty. It was petty drama and minor stimulation, but it was something to distract him momentarily. But now Ned was in Aruba with his parents for the entire month which meant Peter had to suffer through the scorching heat of Juy all by himself.

Peter knew he didn’t have to be alone each day, -Aunt May had spent many dinners trying to get him to join her at the movies or the mall, even offering to let him have free reign of the lego store (when he said no to that, she knew he was in worse shape than she thought)- he had a handful of trustworthy and dependable friends he could hang out with for the afternoon like MJ and Betty, or even Flash who had been uncharacteristically nice to Peter ever since he found out he was Spiderman; this having happened only a few weeks after Tony had died and Peter had let him in on his secret to console a sobbing Eugene who, honestly, seemed to be more broken up about the news than Peter was. But even with his expanding friend group, Peter had found the most his body could endure was the contents of his bedroom.

He tried to get back out there after Tony’s passing, he really did, but at the first Iron Man tribute he admired on patrol, his body completely shut down and he swung back home, tears dampening the material of the mask.

So a lonely summer was what Peter submitted himself too, and he’s come to terms with it. He’s rewatched his favorite old shows, started binging some new ones. He’s taken apart and put together his lego death star four times now, each time faster than the last. But he’s been particularly fond of staring out the window. His apartment complex was quite close to the building besides his and he could look down into the backyard everyone had to share. Peter’s building had one as well, but since he was pretty sure he was the only person under 35 who lived there, it went unused.

Next door, there was always a different activity occurring in order for the patrons to beat the heat, and Peter often thought about how easy it would be for him to just go downstairs and introduce himself, and ask to join. It’d really be as simple as that and he’d meet some new people, get a free lunch and a chance to swim in the plastic pool they set up; maybe they’d laugh at his jokes and clap when he did flips, but it was all just a maybe, just in his imagination because his brain never let him wander to far before squandering the idea of getting close to someone again, for if history has taught Peter anything, it's that anything he gets close to, is not meant to stay for long and will be soon snatched away from him in the cruelest of ways.

And this thought is what resigns him to slink back behind his window and pout the day away, as he was doing now, vision blurring as he stared at nothing.

“Hey!”

Peter jumped, his eyes focusing on the target of whoever pelted his window and they landed on your form, slumped against your open windowsill, chin resting on your hand as you gazed back at him.

“Can I help you?” Peter bit back after lifting his window half way, his tone unconsciously laced with annoyance. He really didn’t even notice it anymore since that’s how he’s been speaking to everyone in his life for months now, but when you flinched at his tone, guilt started to creep up his spine.

Before he could ever begin to stumble out an apology, you cut him off “Yeah, is there a reason you stare into my room everyday?”

Peter's face flushed red and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken so bluntly towards him, and honestly, he liked it. He was getting tired of everyone walking on tiptoes around him, he just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he was just Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood student.

“Or could you at least give me some money for some curtains if you just can’t give up the beautiful view of a concrete wall?”

“S-sorry, I- I didn’t even know you were there.”

Lie.

Peter knew you were there, he always knew when you were there.

Peter Parker isn’t a stalker, though! Sure, he’s gone through some fucked up shit on Earth and in space, so yeah, he wouldn’t call himself the most …sane person he knows, but he really wasn’t a creep. With your buildings being so close and your rooms directly across from one anothers, he was bound to notice you at some point.

And at some point he did. It was the first day of summer and Midtown let out at 12 instead of 3 to mark the occasion, so Peter had been mulling about in his room for quite some time already, thinking about how he heard all his classmates amazing summer plans and how the farthest he was going to go was probably the Thai restaurant down the street, and even that was a maybe. Peter sulked in silence until a couple hours later he heard a door slam closed, thumps from things being tossed on the ground, and a loud groan as he peeked through his windowsill at you who was currently flopped on the bed, window wide open without a care, scrolling on your phone.

At first, he was taken aback by your beauty, a small, small feeling of intrigue spiked his system, but it flew under the radar due to the seemingly everlasting dread that’s been weighing down on Peter's shoulders for months. But he couldn’t look away. You’d been doing nothing but looking at tiktoks mindlessly, occasionally cracking a half smile if a video was particularly amusing, but you still remained cemented to your mattress with no plans on moving anytime soon.

This brought comfort to Peter as he fished his phone out from the bottom of his bag and pulled up Ned’s messages and started to look through the media he sent him, almost two months worth of funny memes and videos that he hadn’t been bothered to look at, and he sat there along with you, aimlessly letting the time pass by. He enjoyed it, knowing he wasn’t really alone in his lazy and distracting behaviors because the pretty neighbor girl was doing just the same.

Ever since then, he’s just been …aware… of your coming and goings. He figured you had a summer job as every other day you were gone for a few hours, a solid shift. But on the days you were home, you also spent it mainly up in your room, every now and then, playing music from your record player, and if he was really lucky, you’d, unknowingly, give him a private concert as you sung out whichever niall horan or ariana grande song struck your fancy that day. He grew quite fond of the music, having added some of the regulars to his own playlist. And he enjoyed knowing you were right there, and he was right here; each of you living your lives, as uneventful as they may be, but you were together in some sort of way.

He’d never spoken to you, the ability of being able to just push his window up and call out to you at any time was what he liked, and each day he thought he’d do it but chickened out, and now it seemed like he’d have to make introductions whether he was ready or not.

“Mmm, right, so you haven’t seen me change or anything like that?” You asked and the content of your question and the inquisitive tone brought a flush to his cheeks.

“N-no! Of course not! I-I’d never do that, why would I even want to look at you? I mean! I don’t think you’re ugly or anything I… I just…”

Peter’s ramblings were cut off with your laugh as it bounced off the summer air and into his room. You were fully leaning out your open window now, and Peter had found himself in the same position, as if he was drawn to you.

“I was only joking with ya, but it's still nice to have the confirmation. I’m Y/N, your neighbor! Obviously.” You trailed off at the end, knowing that information was unnecessary since the boy next door obviously already knew that.

He was like no boy you’d ever seen before, only read about in books. He had a sweet disposition and inviting brown eyes that matched his soft chestnut hair. But he was built like a man, a strong jaw and strong arms. You’d seen him leaving his building everyday on your way to school, and when he’d get dropped off in a big black SUV during the late hours of the night, but he walked in the opposite direction or darted inside so fast,you never really got a chance to take him in.

“…Peter?” His tentative tone snapped you out of your daze and you realized he was introducing himself.

“Sorry, Peter! I- I… got distracted… by your… death star!” You let out, eyes focusing on the black and grey figure resting on his bed.

Peter felt his cheeks heat up as he moved to push it to the ground.

“That’s pretty cool! I finished the star wars series last summer.”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to yours and the friendly smile you were giving him along with the genuine interest in your tone seemed to break something inside him, snapped the band of hesitation that wrapped around his heart. “You did? For the first time?”

“Yeah! I know I’m like super late, but there’s like nine movies!”

Your laughs melded into one as you leaned out your respective windows and began talking about your favorite movie series. Peter was aware that this was unnatural for him. He had been more open to this stranger in the past few minutes than he had to his own Aunt in months and the same guilt from earlier crept up on him. But Peter was having a good time talking to you and he felt his insides turn in excitement when he realized you really had no idea who he was. He had a clean slate with you and he could make any first impression he wanted, well he hoped your first impression of him wasn’t that he was a peeping pervert, but we move, as MJ would say.

You were about to start telling Peter about this new dystopian novel you began reading when you heard a woman call out to him.

“Oh, that’s my Aunt May. She must be home from work. I- I should go say hello.” He explained, a sad look crossing his face that you didn’t quite understand.

You felt your own sadness wash over you, though. You didn’t want to stop talking to Peter either. “Yeah, of course!”

“But we can talk tomorrow right?” Peter asked, his tone laced with uncertainty.

“Oh well, I work double tomorrow… so I probably won’t be home ‘til late.” You said and the way the brown haired boys face visibly fell felt like a punch in the gut and you were scrambling for a reason to make him smile.

“B-but hey! I also get paid tomorrow so if you want, you can come over on saturday and we can have a movie night and we can order a shit ton of take out?”

“Come over to your place?” Peter asked, and he felt himsef involuntarily tense at the idea of leaving his room for the first time in weeks. It was safe in his room. But the pleading look on your face and hopefulness in your tone encouraged him to take the chance.

“I’d love to y/n.” Peter said with a soft smile and you smiled back shyly at him before closing your window and making your way out your room, making sure you were safe in the hall, away from his prying eyes to do a little happy dance.

Peter was unable to wipe the grin off his face as he walked out his room to greet his Aunt.

She heard his feet padding down the hall as she was setting out dinner, “Sorry its not ready yet, Petey, today’s been crazy, but I’ll get started now.” She rushed. Recently, she’s been hoping food’s the key to lift her poor nephews spirits, so each night she’ll either order or make something more fattening, cheesy, and delicious than the last.

“It’s alright May,” Peter let out easily as he turned the counter and placed a kiss on her cheek, “why don’t you let me cook tonight?”

May’s jaw dropped and she blinked a couple times. She could barely get two words out of Peter recently, and they were always either a meak thank you for dinner or an it was good when she asked about his day. She felt her eyes tear up at the slight sliver of her old Petey back.

“O-oh, really, you wanna cook?”

Peter ducked his head down at the ingredients in front of him to avoid looking in her eyes, his heart dropping at the glossiness that overtook them. He truly hadn’t realized how closed off he’d been. “Well, how about we do it together?” He began and the face splitting grin that spread across May’s face was all he needed to know he was taking a step in the right direction.

“G-good idea, honey. Can’t have the house burn down, can we?”

“Hey!”

May laughed and kissed Peter’s head as they began winding through the kitchen, making casual conversation. It was just like the old days, May thought. Before the wave of devastation drowned Peter as he lost a father figure, once again.

“So what did you do today, P? Do you know when Ned get’s back? I’m sure you’re both excited to see each other.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I don’t know when he get’s back actually, but that’s okay-“

“I know you like your peace and quiet, I really do, but I do think it’ll be good for you to get out of the apartment for a little bit, see if Michelle is available. Oh! Or maybe that Lisa, Liz! I liked Liz, see if she’s available-“

“May! Its okay. I don’t need to hang out with Liz Allen,” Peter grumbled, “I- I made a new friend actually.”

May looked over at Peter in confusion since he hadn’t gone out or had anyone over in weeks, that she could remember; and Peter took her silence as an opportunity to continue.

“The neighbor.”

“Mrs. Wozniak?”

“No! Y/n, she lives in the next building over. And my room is right across from hers. We’re gonna hang out on saturday.”

“Oh?” May raised her brows at her nephew and bit back a smile, much to Peter’s chagrin. “Is she pretty?”

“And that’s relevant why?”

“I don’t know!!” May drawled and Peter just rolled his eyes and kept chopping the vegetables in front of him, the blush adorning his cheeks refusing to go down as he thought yes, yes she is.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You yanked the door open as soon as you heard Peter’s knocks against it. He jumped back a bit, his arm still partially raised from when he knocked and you silently berated yourself for being so eager, but the spreading smile across his face made you feel not so bad.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-“

“It’s alright.” Peter replied with a soft smile, and you let yourself trace the golden flecks in his eyes before he cleared his throat, once again, snapping you out of a daze. You seemed to be in a dreamy state around him alot.

“Can I come in? I brought my Star Wars DVD collection by the way, I know you’ve seen them, but this one has the director's cut which I thought totally changed the course of the first trilogy!” Peter explained, rocking on the balls of his feet in excitement.

You bit your lip at the sight, his cuteness was rubbing off on you. “Yeah, that sounds great, but actually we aren’t gonna be watching in here.” You said, grabbing the bag of Chinese food and snacks and stepping out.

Peter’s face sputtered as you both walked to the stairs. He’d spent all day building up his courage to just go six feet from his building, there was no way he’d be able to go around the city with you for the fear of seeing something that’ll remind him of the avengers or crime.

“Y’alright?” You asked, noticing Peter’s stony silence as you walked down the last flight and made your way to the back gate.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just nervous. I haven’t really hung out with anyone new in a while, well, with anyone at all really.”

You smiled in sympathy, “I get you, I haven’t either. All my friends are out of town, so I’ve mostly just hung out in my room, too.”

“But you already knew that, don’t ya stalker?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved your arm as you laughed, glad you got his nerves out of his system. You unlocked the gate and lef Peter to the back garden.

“Woah..” Peter let out. There was a large white sheet hung up between two trees, and a projector set up on the table behind where a blanket lay, covered in a mess of pillows. The setting sun lit up by strung lightbulbs.

“You like? I figured since we both seemed to be home bodies, we could have the fun of the movie theatre, but here!”

Peter felt his heart swell at your words. You’d only known him for two days, and you already treated him with so much consideration and kindness. “I- I love it, y/n. This is amazing.”

He saw how you tucked your cheek into your shoulder in bashfulness and felt his spirits raise even higher. You were adorable.

“I’m glad you like it. I hope the projector works though, it took me forever to translate the instructions.”

Peter walked over to it and gave it a once over. “It seems fine to me, but I can always look at it if you want.”

“Oh yeah? You good with tech?”

“Good enough to get by. I needed it a lot while working with Mr. Stark” Peter began, forgetting that he wasn’t talking to an old friend.

“You worked with Tony Stark?!?”

“Oh.. oh yeah, only for a little! I was an intern.” He said quietly, beating himself up for even bringing up the topic of Tony. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of a pretty girl.

“Wow, that must’ve been amazing. You, you must miss him a lot then, huh?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lifelessly. “Yeah I do.”

“But no matter, we’re here to have a good time right?”

“Yeah, yeah we are!” You grasped his hand and gave him a sympathetic squeeze -neither of you blind to the sparks that shot from the place your hands met- and got settled on the blanket.

Two and a half moves later, the sun had set and the two of you were sitting in the darkness, the only light coming from the flickering of the projector as the abandoned movie played. You and Peter were sitting cross legged, facing each other as he told you another story about working with the Avengers.

“Yeah, it was so crazy!! We were in this airport and he went from being like two inches tall to two hundred feet, it blew my mind. But it was okay though, because I had this idea-“

“Wait, wait, wait. You were there? Why?” You asked, loving every adventure filled anecdote he told you, but it wasn’t all adding up. For just an intern, he seemed incredibly close to Mr. Stark himself, but then again, you’d only known him for less than a week and you also wanted to go everywhere with him.

Peter worried his lip, thinking about how he could worm his way out of this one. Why would a teenage intern be at the Avengers civil war? He figured he could lie, or even just run away and buy black out curtains. Maybe he could convince Aunt May to switch rooms with him even. But you’d already brought so much light to his life in multiple aspects, and he thought, just maybe, you’d be able to bring light to that aspect of his life too.

“You know what, lemme just show you! Wait here, I’ll be back!”

Peter ran back down, his Chewbacca flash drive in hand, adrenaline running through his veins. He plugged it into your laptop and dug up a folder he hadn’t touched in almost eight months.

“What’s this?” You asked as he sat back down next to you.

“You’ll see.” He said, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

A Film by Peter Parker, read the title as a compilation of videos featuring Peter, Happy, Aunt May, the Avengers, and Tony projected before you both.

Peter heard you gasp as the camera flashed to the suit, and saw, from the corner of his eye, how your head snapped towards his as he backspringed across the battleground. The film continued and neither of you could tear your eyes from the screen. Peter felt his eyes well up with tears as a scene with him and Tony talking to the camera began and he thought that watching this was a bad idea and he was about to turn around and turn it off when he felt your fingers intertwine with his.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the warmth you brought him and he squeezed back, his brain nearly malfunctioning at the speed in which he tried to memorize the feel of your hand in his. But his senses were overloaded as he picked up on your accelerated heartbeat.

The two of you continued to watch the video, neither moving even when it autostarted from the beginning, and this time you laughed outwardly at the funny parts, and asked him questions about why Happy didn’t seem to like him.

“What did you do to him Peter?”

“Nothing I swear!”

“Likely story.”

And he felt the steel blanket of grief fall off his shoulders. The feeling of intrigue and excitement for going back to life was no longer a small trail buried deep within him, but now a firecracker that ignited his insides and aurated off of him. Things were going to be alright, he was going to make it out this summer with more than just the memories from his bedroom, and he’d make it through whatever else life would throw at him, as long as he had you by his side.

Because you didn’t make his heart beat faster out of fear, you made him feel flustered and full of affection.

And you didn’t hold him roughly, with the intent to harm him; you held him delicately, and he could only wait to be able to hold your heart the same way.

[citrus-cactus]

Wallace Appreciation, Day 3

Prompt: Return

Not what I had originally intended to post today�� but @shihalyfie made a comment about Wallace and Menoa yesterday that I could NOT stop thinking about, so here is a hastily-written & edited fic which I am super rusty at producing in general orz

Title: Tithonus in the Arms of Rosy-Fingered Dawn

Summary: Takes place just before the events of Last Evolution Kizuna. Wallace bonds wi— is seduced by Menoa Bellucci, earning him a one way, all-expenses-paid trip to Neverland.

Length: ~1200 words

Warnings: Kizuna spoilers, vague acts of passion between two consenting adults.

Rating: T (just to be safe)

A/N: I honestly need to rewatch Kizuna and finish the novel, so I might end up revisiting this to make minor word adjustments or larger changes if I find I accidentally contradicted canon :P

"Dr. Bellucci, are you trying to seduce me?" Wallace asked, raising an eyebrow in equal amounts of intrigue and amusement at the older woman sitting across the table from him.

"I'd prefer it if you just called me Menoa," she said. "And what if I were?" Her tone was as casual as if she had just commented on the weather, but her eyes were gleaming, even mirthful, he noted, and fixed steadily on his. "What would you do about it?"

Wallace considered this for a moment. It had been a strange couple of days already: a phone handed to him by the concierge, an appointment made, a morning spent in the name of digimon research with a gorgeous college professor and her stone-faced colleague, followed by an afternoon of casual conversation and a late lunch at the beachfront restaurant that had now nearly taken them into the evening. Menoa Bellucci was like no academic he had ever met: smart, of course, but also young, passionate, witty—and most of all, interested in him. The two of them had a surprising number of things in common... not to mention, he'd always had a thing for redheads.

"If I'm being honest," he said, keeping his tone light and trying to match the glint in her eyes with one of his own, "I'd let you. Being seduced by a beautiful woman is not something I mind in the slightest."

Menoa took a long draw of the sunset-colored drink in front of her, her lips wrapped around the brightly-colored straw. Wallace's hand tightened unconsciously around his own virgin cocktail, the condensation on the glass already saturating the flimsy cardboard coaster beneath it.

"Your, um… boyfriend. He doesn't mind, though?" he asked.

She laughed at this, a melodic, ringing sound that somehow reminded him of a windchime. "Kyotaro? He's my assistant, nothing more. I'm sure he's locked up in his room already, processing the data we collected on your partners. I wouldn't worry about him."

"Just making sure." He chanced a look down at the beach, where he knew Chocomon and Gummymon were napping peacefully beneath the arching palm trees, still worn out from the morning's interview and subsequent data collection.

"You're sure you're comfortable leaving them out there?" Menoa asked, as if she could tell what he was thinking.

He waved away her concern, grinning as if he wasn't starting to become unnerved by the increasing intensity of her stare. "It's fine. The hotel staff all know me, and the guests never seem to notice things like digimon dozing in beach chairs. They've all seen a dozen stranger things before breakfast. That's the great thing about Florida, no one ever bats an eye."

"I see." She removed the butterfly-shaped tie from her braid and shook out her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders and back, a firey, flaming red against the navy blue of her swimsuit. In one smooth movement she stood, clasped his hand in hers, and pulled him to his feet.

"You have very pretty hair, Menoa," he said. He knew it sounded childish, but he couldn’t help himself—not around her, it seemed.

She considered him for a moment. “Not the most original line I've ever heard,” she said with a smirk. “But I can see how it would be effective. I’ll bet you’ve used it on everyone you’ve been interested in since you were eleven.”

He chuckled, still impressed by her no-nonsense honesty. "Maybe."

***

The edge of the sun was still visible over the horizon, turning the sea to indigo and painting the sky in broad strokes of orange and yellow. Wallace and Menoa walked side-by-side on the beach, his hand hovering near the small of her back, following wherever she might lead. He was oblivious to where she might be taking him, but as the crowds of beachgoers became more and more sparse it became obvious she was looking for someplace a little more private. His heart began to flutter like a butterfly in his chest.

"Aspens," she murmured suddenly.

"Pardon?"

Her head was turned away from him out to sea, the halo of her hair illuminated in brilliant gold. "Sorry. Don't ask me why, but seeing the ocean always makes me miss the mountains. The aspens in particular." She turned, and now he could see her face in profile, her jawline set in a harder line he'd seen at any other point during the day. "Did you know that a stand of aspen trees are considered a single organism? Each tree is the offshoot of a rhiziomatic root structure, essentially a clone of those around it."

"I... guess I didn't know that," he shrugged. "I just thought they were pretty."

"That's why aspen forests all change color together... why they often die together. All of them are the children of that single shared root, linked together underground. They share the exact same strengths, and the exact same weaknesses." She turned to face him then, her tone still serious. "You're sure you don't have any more contact information for human-digimon pairs you've met over the years? Anyone from childhood you've kept in touch with?"

He shook his head, puzzled at the sudden change in her demeanor. "I'm... sorry, I already told you everything I know. You already had the information on Mimi and Daisuke. I don't keep in touch with many people, much less people with digimon."

Her shoulders twitched in a sort of shrug and she gave him an enigmatic half-smile, but she seemed to return to herself after that. "It really is a pity." He could feel her fingers trace up the fabric of his shirt, her arms envelop his shoulders, her hands caress the nape of his neck through his hair as she leaned in ever closer. His eyes were drawn inexorably to her lips, until they eclipsed even the fading light of the sun. She tasted like sea spray, peaches, and vodka, mixed with something odd and sharply metallic.

"Wallace," he heard her whisper close to his ear, "Would you say I'm beautiful?"

"Of course."

"Would you say I'm a goddess?"

"Absolutely."

He felt her lips carve a smile in the hollow of his cheek. "Good." He heard the percussive snap of her fingers, and suddenly everything became blurred by a howl of rushing wind. He hadn't even had time to cry out before his knees hit the sand. The last thing he remembered was what had sounded like the crinkling of a thousand sheets of paper-thin metal, and a child's laugh echoing in his mind, as sharp and thin as a razor cutting through glass.

Menoa brushed a few grains of sand from her arms and readjusted the sarong around her waist. It hadn't been the ideal extraction, but at least it had been amusing in its way, while it lasted. Boys like this one really did all think alike, and now there were three more errant lambs saved, getting a new lease on life as members of her flock. She glanced around to make sure the noise hadn't attracted any undue attention, smiling in spite of herself. Despite the lack of any new leads she had been able to glean from him, she had accomplished everything she had set out to do today. Someone would find his consciousness-robbed body in the morning, at which point she and Kyotaro would already be on their way to Tokyo, Kyotaro none the wiser. And in the meantime, she would make her way back to the hotel, maybe treat herself to a bath or late-night swim.

At least her target had been right about one thing.

That's the great thing about Florida, no one ever bats an eye.

~Fin.

[reginarubie]

hi I'm the anon from before about being hesitant to send a prompt! I'm glad that to hear your almost done with night shift and that your taking steps to take care of yourself!

Here the prompt I wanted to send and again do it on your own pace!

Pairing: Jonsa

au: John wick

it pretty much follows canon John wick where Sansa dies and she gives him dogs lady and ghost, John gets attack and lady is killed while ghost survived so he goes full dark Jon like the movies. Eventually he realizes he lost his way when the ring that Sansa and him exchanged was taken and he was forced back into the life he left to be with sans so once the battle is over and he has his ring back he spends the rest trying to do good, be the man she loved. idk starts charities, restore and preserve history,etc.

idk really know, this was just an idea but I'd be happy with any John Wick au of them

The other prompt isn't like a ship thing though. Its more of a sibling dynamic

Pairing: Arya and Sansa

Au: Arya goes through her first heartbreak and the family was worried before figuring out that IT'S ARYA. She'll be fine. But Sans is not convince, she notices that Arya doesn't have that same wildness when they argue. Notice that she spends more time staring into space, etc. Arya was not ok.

That's all I really have, I just want some solo sisters dynamic between them.

I had one for Stranger things LuMax and Eddie criss but idk if your part of that fandom. Wow this is a lot, again take your time!

Ciao anon!, thank you again for your concern!

Since, as we spoke about, I am taking things at my own pace I decided to start with the Arya/Sansa sister prompt, but you will get also the John Wick AU (after I've had time to rewatch it, since I've seen it like twice, bits and pieces and I'd like to have a better grasp of some foggy details that had intrigued me and I'd like to put in the story as well). I'm not really a great fan of Stranger Things, but I adore my girl, Max (another red-head...hmm...my bf is a red-head...hmm...I'm starting to see a pattern here) so let me know what it was that you were hoping for, with LuMax as they are adorable!

So, let's hop onto this sister-time between our fav Stark girls! Fair warning since I love, adore and would die for Edric/Arya we shall see a tiny bit also of Edric Dayne in this story (sorry if, instead, you don't like that pairing) and since Gendry did kind of break Arya's heart in canon he is her previous boyfriend.

Prompt: Arya goes through her first heartbreak and the family was worried before figuring out that IT'S ARYA. She'll be fine. But Sans is not convince, she notices that Arya doesn't have that same wildness when they argue. Notice that she spends more time staring into space, etc. Arya was not ok.

Of course, since we're speaking of love between siblings the songs that inspired me were Brother by Kodaline and Hey Brother by Avicii (and from lines of these songs I've drawn the title). Both of them are pretty young here, I'm thinking on Sansa being seventeen going to eighteen and Arya being fifteen.

It's short, but I promise it's sweet.

Warm and safe [for you, there is nothing in this world I wouldn't do]

[As always I cannot stress enough that the pieces of art are NOT mine, I simply collect them on the net and use them! Credit to the artist, because the work is amazing and it fit with the idea of a young Arya and Sansa going through heartbreak]

Arya almost slips on the last step of the staircase, though that might be because Nymeria has been hanging around her feet, or her slipper might have caught and slipped, yet her sister looks... miles away, not present.

Since they had been kids Arya had been the agiler and swifter of the two of them, graceful in her own way, her sister had been like a cat, able to fall on her feet even from the house in the tree in the backyard. It's strange, off-putting to see her so easily tripping like a klutz when her sister had never been such.

But what scares Sansa the most is that Arya is almost never quiet, unless she's plotting your demise — in that case you better start running for your life [just saying] — she's always moving, always speaking...she's a tumultuous volcano of activity.

When they had been little her anger had been worse, spiked and provoked way too easily, and when she had been diagnosed with ADHD most of them had been surprised to learn how much of her behavior was a direct result not only of it, but of the way they had been going around to try and help or contain her.

Now she's so quiet that Sansa has sneaked in her room whilst she was showering to make sure she is taking her meds correctly and it's not abusing them or not using them or... Sansa doesn't know, alright? — she's not a doctor — but if it's something that has to do with the ADHD it might pass through her meds and if those are in the correct amount based on her therapy (and yes, Sansa has sneaked also in her mother's room and controlled the right dosage in her sister's folder, which maybe she shouldn't have done it without permission, but she's worried) she can safely argue that maybe it's something else.

Though she still doesn't know what might have rendered her usually active, energetic and easygoing sister closed off and quiet beyond any measure. That is until Bran comments on how Meera's classmate, Gendry is strangely absent from their home and inquires with Arya about his wellbeing and suddenly everything clicks in her mind. She exchanges a look with Bran and knows Bran has done it on purpose.

“I wouldn't know,” Arya sneers “we're not together anymore” her voice sounds like vitriol. Sansa wonders if it tastes as acid as it sounds. Somehow she feels like it might taste like heartbreak.

Sansa had found Gendry lovely in his own bullheaded way, he had proved time after time he could stand his ground with Arya. The two of them, despite the age-gap had met in the gym Arya usually frequented (the same gym she has been finding excuses to go to in the last couple of weeks) and had started boxing together. In the matter of a couple of years they had started to go out together and Arya had seemed happy.

That's how, in the middle of a saturday morning the entire Stark household discovers that Arya and her boyfriend Gendry have broken things off.

For the first few weeks everyone is overly indulgent with Arya, which makes her angry — which is still better than the apathy both Sansa and Bran had noticed — Jon, their cousin and Arya's favored relative, comes around more often even while he attends college at Castle Black and Robbs returns almost every weekend from Silverhill college; Bran shares more of his video-games with her and Rickon offers to train with her. Their father just has this sad look in his eyes like he understands and brings home her favorite ice-cream more often than not. Their mother, has stopped lamenting on Arya's purple dyed hair or Arya's scruffy-looking manner.

Until slowly things return back to normal.

Afterall, Rickon comments one day when Arya, strong, willful Arya flips them all off and declares she is going out for a run alone “It's Arya, figures she'd get over him in no time”

Still, Sansa can't help but worrying.

In fact, while Arya does seem to be on the mend, though her grades have not gotten better, and starts again to enjoy her own activities (and takes to box again); she's even started to hang out with her friends again — Hotpie [And no, Sansa is never getting over the fact that, that is his real name] and Lyra Mormont — and Sansa is happy because of it; there is still something that feels off to her.

She tries to talk it over with her mother, whose response is of “Arya is as stubborn as I was her age, she'll get over it, she only needs time”

Yet...contrary to popular opinion in Arya's inner circle of friends and their family, Sansa still doesn't feel at ease.

So, and perhaps she's overstepping, when Sansa gets called by the principal to help a new transfer student to adjust and notices the way the boy's blue-almost-purple eyes seem to search for her sister around the building after he first caught sight of her, she decides it's time she learns to delegate and introduces the two of them.

Edric is kind and soft-spoken and not as bull-headed as Gendry but not for that less firm, Sansa sees that every time Arya makes plain he is overstepping (even when he really isn't) he gives her space, but without being recalcitrant about it, tries to coax her out of her shell again, even when he fails it doesn't seem to deter him; plus he is very friendly and easily falls into a cherished friendship with Arya's circle of friends.

Still doesn't mean Arya appreciated her help.

“So,” Sansa begins one night as they are busy preparing for the night, Arya is wearing her silly minions pajamas and Sansa is skin-caring “how is Edric? He seems like such a darling”

Arya, it seems has been at the end of her patience about this particular matter, so she slams her toothbrush on the sink and turns to her “Stop it,” she demands of her “just, stop it. He's annoying and restless”

And for a glorious moment Sansa thinks it's almost like having her sister back, the one who would not back down from an argument if her life depended on it.

“I think he likes you,” Sansa sing-songs mostly to goad her, try to get her out of her walls. It doesn't work, Arya's face and eyes which would've sparked with ire before, suddenly close off and shut down.

Her sister deflates “I don't need—no, I don't want his pity and I don't want either your pity or your help” she says and her voice, instead of being dripping venom as it would have usually...

You're a liar!

... is instead resigned. It hurts in Sansa very marrow to see her sister so apathetic.

Arya washes her toothbrush and puts it in its place “Just leave it alone” she says, her voice uneven as if she's holding back tears and, upon closer inspection, Sansa does notice that her eyes are teary. Still, Arya turns her back to her and walks out, when Sansa has finished and leaves the shared bathroom, passing near Arya's slightly ajar door she sees her sister sat on the windowsill, looking out, spacing out. But it is not the kind of spacing out she does, from time to time, when she's considering hard something. This is... sadder, filled with unresolved feelings.

Sansa remembers the first time her heart broke. She had been fourteen, she had fancied herself in love with a childhood friend who had, in truth, been horrible and they'd gotten together, by the time her fourteenth birthday had come around Sansa, who should've been the one to be celebrated had discovered, instead, that her boyfriend had been cheating on her with one of her — at the time — dearest friend.

She doesn't remember much, she remembers crying, she remembers the slap and the way the blood had echoed in her ears after he had struck her, the way the pain in her cheek had been numbed by the one in her chest, only to increase her heartbreak. Honestly she did not know how she did it, but she had fished out her phone from her purse to find it dead — she had forgot to charge it — and had walked bare-foot because those hells were nightmarish on the hard concrete to the nearest public phone and she had somehow, with trembling hands composed the only number she could find on the worn out phone book. It had been the number of the bar Jon worked at part-time in Wintertown.

She still remembers the way her voice had shaken when they had answered “Jon..?” and the relief when the stranger had passed the call to Jon, she hadn't been able to speak, only sobbing but somehow Jon had recognized her. He had mounted on his bike and came to take her home. He and Robb had also beaten up Joff, but that was neither here not there, repaying the bruise on her cheek in kind and her father had sued Joffrey for it too. Yet, Sansa had been too spaced out that night to do anything but turn and turn again in her bed all night, her mother wasn't home because their grandfather had fallen and broken his leg and needed care and she had felt so alone, until Arya had come to her room at two in the night — grumbling apparently annoyed about her moving and sobbing keeping her awake from the other room — with warm milk and a lemon cake, had not forced her to eat, but left it on her bedside table before sneaking inside her bed and curling like a small dormouse around Sansa, embracing her. Lady and Nymeria had curled around each other and the feet of the bed and Sansa had finally been able to sleep a bit.

So, as willful and stubborn as her other siblings and refusing to let Arya suffer alone because ‘it's Arya’, but exactly because ‘she's Arya’, she quietly slips in the kitchen and prepares her sister favorite vanilla hot chocolate and retrieves one of the baked biscuits Arya loves to much. Her father intercepts her as she returns upstairs, takes notice of the tray in her hands and smiles at her, kisses her forehead and lets her go, even if they have this rule not to eat any sweet after a certain hour.

She doesn't knock on the door, she just strides inside. Arya doesn't even take notice, she keeps looking out with that sad, resigned look on her face. A misplaced look.

Sansa cannot make her better with a snap of her fingers. She would if she could. But she can hold together her until things don't get better.

“Hey,” she calls after she has left the tray on the bed walking to the windowsill. Arya looks up startled when Sansa puts her hand on her shoulder “I know you don't want my help,” she starts “but I know you are hurting”

Arya sniffs and hastens to dry her tears “I am not hurting” she lies.

Sansa sighs and sits before her on the windowsill “It's okay to be hurting,” she tells her “it doesn't make you weak” she assures her.

Arya snorts “If you are about to say that it makes you stronger I will personally throttle you” and it's the most Arya thing they've gotten out of her lately. Unprompted nonetheless.

“No, it doesn't, not always anyway” she says “honestly, you might feel broken for a long time” she tells her.

Arya nods and looks out of the window for a long time, Sansa just sits there beside her, and at one point Arya offers her, her hand to hold and Sansa does. Firmly. Softly.

Arya sobs, instead, are not soft at all. But Sansa doesn't care as long as her sister, finally, feels safe enough to get all that hurt off her chest.

“It will get better,” Sansa promises “not today, not tomorrow. But one day”

“And until then?” Arya asks “fake it until you make it?” Sansa smiles at that, it had been a sort of mantra for her, after her breakup with Joffrey.

“How do you know it'll get better?,” Arya asks “did it get better for you?”

Sansa caresses her cheek “Of course it did, and of course it will for you too,” she replies “and I know because I am the smartest Stark in the shack” she says with a nudge to her sister nose with her own.

It's not true, not even at all. Without Bran's prompting none of them would have learned about the breakup for who knows how long, and Robb is a chess-genius. Still, it's a silly line, but it makes Arya gurgle a snort between her sobs.

“You are,” she says seriously after she has stopped sobbing and laughing together “you really are”

Sansa smiles softly at her “And you are the strongest person I know,” she says “you will get better, and you can do it alone too, but the point is... you don't have to” she tells her “I'm here. We all are”

And that's when the dam breaks, and Arya launches herself half in her lap curling around her and sobbing even harder than before. Sansa simply embraces her, cards a hand through her hair and murmurs encouragements and as much as comforting words as she can muster through the lump in her throat.

And when her sobs are subsided a bit, Sansa tugs at a lock of hair “And this color is the coolest” she says “Gendry has lost his winning at the lottery, but that's okay, because the win was yours alone to begin with and it's your right to share with whom you want and as you have to deserve their lottery they have to deserve yours”

So, four months after that, when Arya faceplates into the duvet of her bed mumbling incoherently “So, turns out Edric does like me” and Sansa rolls her eyes...

“You don't say?”

... and her sister sasses her right back her eyes sparkling, Sansa knows. Maybe she's not there yet, but she's on her way to get better.

And Arya will never know that Sansa has invited Gendry out for a coffee and given him a piece of her mind, chewed him whole and spat him out because he broke her little sister's heart (even though when someone falls out of love they can do little to avoid it), nor that she made sure that he is aware he has lost the coolest, cuddliest little menace he could ever hope to stand beside to.

And if she's had Jon and Bran — wheelchair and all — flanking her sides to intimidate him a bit, well that's her secret, no?

And, if when Arya turns nineteen and Gendry comes knocking at their door, and Arya flips him and his excuses off to then snuggle into Edric's — who had been playing video games with Bran and has put them on hold — embrace even though she has not admitted yet to her feelings properly; Sansa gives Gendry a mock ballet curtsy with a soft spoken but not for that less acrid ‘Told you so’, well that's just how things go, sometimes.

Fin

You can read it as well here, on ao3 (x)! Thank you again for the prompts, I'll get on with the others as well :D Hope everything is fine with you and that you enjoyed it!

As always sending all my love ~G.

[shinazugawaswife]

Love your work❤️❤️ I’m not sure if you write for Rafe but I you do, how about number 79 with him?✌🏼

To the beach - Rafe Cameron

I know you requested this such a long time ago and I'm sorry that I never got to it, but I haven't been on this app for so long and I just recently rewatched the show and wanted to write this<3

Prompt 79: "We'd make such a badass couple"

Prompts

Summary: you convince Rafe to go to the beach with you while you’re both as high as you can be

Warnings: drugs, swearing, violence (just a little fight were sexy Rafe kicks ass), a little sexual but nothing dangerous;)

Not my gif, creds to the owner

You had always been close with Sarah, ever since you'd met on the playground when you were both five. That meant you'd been to dinner at her house a hundred times and slept over at least a thousand times. Sarah was your best friend and the two of you were rarely seen without the other. 

It wasn't until about a year ago that you'd started noticing Rafe Cameron, Sarah's older brother. He'd always been around and he loved to make fun but you'd never seen him as anything more than Sarah's annoying brother. Last summer though, you'd suddenly realized how good-looking he actually was. It had been like a wake-up call for you. One day he was the same he'd always been, and the next he'd walked out to the pool where you and Sarah had been tanning, sending a wink your way, as he often did because he was a tease, and then jumped into the water, looking extremely good. You remembered the way he'd pushed his wet hair aside once he'd reached the surface again, and the way his muscles had tensed when he'd pulled himself out of the pool.

Since then you'd been aware every time Rafe had entered a room and somehow the smirk and winks that couldn't get to you before, now made your knees weak. You hadn't told anyone about this newfound discovery of yours though and it was a secret you intended to keep. It wasn't like you wanted to go anywhere with Rafe, he was your best friend's brother, but you couldn't help sneaking a peak of him from afar from time to time. 

Currently, you were in Sarah's room, getting ready for a party. It was a party Topper, Sarah's annoying and overly protective boyfriend, had gotten you and Sarah invited to. You knew a lot of the people who were coming you just didn't know the guy throwing the party. His name was Toby if you remembered correctly, and apparently his parents were out of town for the weekend.

When you arrived at the party, Sarah quickly disappeared somewhere with Topper. He was probably showing her all the things he didn't want her to drink or touch or do. You rolled your eyes at the thought. Sarah knew you weren't Topper's biggest fan, but you never voiced your opinion of him.

You wandered around by yourself for a while until you found a group of people that you knew. You sat with them for a while, laughing and drinking more than you should, until you were pretty wasted. You must've sat there for about an hour when Rafe came and sat down beside you. You weren't surprised to see him, Rafe had always been where the party was. 

The sofa you were sitting on was small, so Rafe and you were close once he'd squeezed down in between you and a girl named Carla. Carla was beautiful in such an annoying way. She was the kind of beautiful that made her get all the attention and she never even tried hiding how much she enjoyed it. She knew she was gorgeous and she would always use it to make a big drama. And even though she scooted closer to Rafe the minute he sat down, carefully tracing a finger down his arm while she spoke with a flirtatious tone "hi Rafe", his attention was solely on you. 

"Wanna try this?" Rafe asked you as he pulled out a bag of pills from his pocket. You'd taken drugs before, but never with Rafe, and though you knew it was a bad idea and Sarah would kill you, how could you say no?

You starred into Rafe's eyes as you sank a pill. He smirked as he took one as well, before smoothly draping his arm around your shoulders, leaning back on the couch. "Get out of here" Rafe demanded Carla, who'd been looking at you and Rafe with surprised eyes during your whole interaction. She huffed and made a dramatic swing of her hair before walking off towards the kitchen.

You smiled, no one dared stand up to Rafe Cameron. You had no idea why he was there with you, you figured he had lots of other people to do drugs with, but you didn't mind. You casually leaned into him, trying not to make it look like it was intentional, and waited for the room to start spinning.

It surprised you how fast the pill worked. Soon your body relaxed the way it only did when you smoked weed, but it was different from that still. It was like your limbs weighed a hundred pounds, but you still had all the energy in the world. You had a hard time describing the feeling, all you knew was that you liked it.

"I'm gonna go for a swim" you announced after you'd gotten used to the way your brain worked while under the effect of the drug. You rose from the sofa and almost fell to the floor, but Rafe caught you. "Thanks" your words came out blurry as you took Rafe's hand and led him towards the exit. Once you passed the kitchen and kept heading for the front door, Rafe pulled your arm back. "Pool's this way" he pointed to his right. You laughed at him as if he'd said the dumbest thing in the world.

"I don't wanna go in the pool, I wanna go in the ocean" you deadpanned as if it was obvious. "And how will you get to the beach?" Rafe laughed while slowly pulling you closer to him. "You have a bike don't you?" You raised your brows whiled tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. You looked at his lips, lingering them there for a moment before you looked back into his eyes. God, he was so hot.

When he didn't protest, you turned around and started walking again. You immediately spotted Rafe's bike once you were outside, and you ran towards it, excitingly placing yourself on it once you reached it. 

"I'm a bit too drunk to drive," Rafe smiled as he reached the bike as well. "It's never stopped you before, come on" you insisted.

It didn't take long for you to convince Rafe to take the two of you to the beach. After all, he wasn't the most responsible person on the island, so after a promise that oh yeah, you'd most definitely be skinny dipping, Rafe was all for it. 

Your hands were snaked around Rafe's waist as the wind was blowing through your hair. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being close to Rafe while driving through the night. The moment was ruined though when you felt your phone buzzing in the back pocket of your pants. You released your grip from around Rafe and pulled out your phone, it was Sarah calling. Instead of answering though, you went to the camera on your phone and took a couple of pictures. Your brain was pretty clouded though, so you chose to listen to the only current reasonable part of your mind, and put your phone back in your pocket before you dropped it.

It didn't take long for you to get to the beach, probably having something to do with Rafe driving way over the speed limit, but life was too good for you to care at the moment. Rafe stopped the engine of his dirtbike and you laughed, kissing his neck once from behind, before jumping off the bike and running towards the water.

Rafe had to take a minute, he was more used to the drugs, so it took a bit longer for him to get affected by them. He was just thanking God or the universe, or whoever the fuck was in charge, that he'd managed to drive here with a somewhat clear mind. The drugs slowly crept in on him now though and when he spotted you laying in the sand, laughing, some ten meters in front of him. There were absolutely no cons for him to go join you.

When you were laying in the sand with your eyes closed, you swore it felt like flying and you couldn't stop laughing. You questioned if you'd ever experienced anything as extraordinary. While Rafe was locking his bike, two guys approached you, drunk and curious as to what you were doing. You didn't notice them until they stood right above you, looking down at you. You opened your eyes and raised yourself in a hurry but your forehead collapsed with one of the guys' noses and you fell down again. You couldn't help but laugh, not even feeling the pain.

"What the fuck! I think she broke my nose" the guy called out. "Dude, chill, I barely bruised it" your laughter had died down to giggles as you rose from the ground. "Shut up! It fucking hurts" the guy raised his voice slightly, but you kept laughing. "I'm sorry, really, it wasn't even on purpose" you blinked repeatedly, trying to see straight. 

"Hey! Who the fuck are you?" Rafe roared as he approached you, having finally noticed the guys. "Your girl almost broke my nose dude, fucking bitch" the guy yelled out. It was like Rafe had a switch that went from decent to aggressively angry in a matter of seconds, and he lunched at the guy. His fist landed right in the center of the guy's face, so hard you were able to hear the bones crushing. His nose was definitely broken now. The guy stumbled backward and his friend, who'd been quiet until now, immediately jumped forward, but Rafe grabbed his fist in the air and hit him in the stomach. The guy hunched forward in a cry of pain.

Both guys soon regained strength and though their punches were sloppy due to the obvious intake of alcohol, they managed to get a few good hits at Rafe seeing he wasn't really in his best state either. Everything happened so quickly you barely got to react before Rafe was in a boxing match with two strangers. They hadn't even done anything, why did Rafe freak out?

You didn't wonder for long before you ran to Rafe's side and kicked one of the strangers in the balls, making him instantly fall to the ground. Rafe hit the other right across the jaw and the strength of the punch made him fall to the soft sand as well. Both guys laid whimpering on the ground and Rafe pointed a demanding finger at them, "do not call her a bitch, you fucking losers" he roared before he grabbed your hand and walked in the opposite direction.

Once you were a couple of meters away his demeanor completely changed again, as he looked back at the guys and started laughing. "We'd make such a badass couple" he announced as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders for the second time that night, and pulled you close.

You couldn't help but smile, did he really just say that? 

Your brain didn't get a lot of time to overthink what Rafe had just said though before you looked at the ocean and remembered why you were even here in the first place. You smiled like a little girl who'd just gotten a candyfloss and ran towards the ocean. You threw off your shirt while running and stepped out of your pants as you reached the water, wasting n getting in.

You were only in your underwear, but it wasn't nearly as cold as you'd feared. You dived under, getting your hair and face wet, and when you resurfaced two things happened. One, your brain immediately cleared up from the fresh sensation of water in your face, and two, Rafe was standing right in front of you.

You giggled, "wasn't it worth it? Driving all the way? A pool can't compare to this."

Rafe didn't answer, he just looked at you. He was determined to kiss you. He barely registered what you were saying, because all he could think about was kissing you. So he did just that.

Taking you by surprise, he walked forward, grabbed your face, and smashed his lips onto yours. It didn't take you many seconds to realize what was happening and you snaked your arms around his neck, eagerly pulling him closer.

What was even happening? Why would he even want to kiss you, you were younger than him and Sarah was your best friend.

In the back of your mind, you knew this was only for one night and that Rafe was the fuckboy of them all and you were probably just a fun challenge for him, his sister's best friend. But you didn't mind, you were just gonna make tonight last as long as possible and you knew you'd have no regrets in the morning.

The water stopped at your waist, which meant it reached Rafe just to the top of his hips. His hands moved from your face, down your waist, and down to your butt, giving it a squeeze. You gasped and he smoothly sneaked his tongue into your mouth. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and the kiss turned rough and heated. His hands stayed on your thighs, holding you up, while his thumbs traced small circles on your skin.

Truth was, Rafe had wanted to kiss you for a while. He had always thought you looked good, but recently his eyes had opened to how good-looking you actually were. God, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. 

There was no sound other than the gentle waves and the sound of your mouths moving against each other. Rafe pulled your legs tighter around him and your hands moved to his hair, pulling slightly. You both let out a moan, swallowing each other's sound. You couldn't get enough, it was like you needed more, faster. 

There was no way you were having sex with Sarah's brother though. She was never gonna find out about this, but if she did, she would might be able to get over a kiss, but she'd never forgive you or Rafe if you slept together.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, Rafe let go of you and you separated yourself from him. You couldn't help but smile.

You looked up at Rafe who was smiling down at you, moving his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. You tilted your head, certain that this came close to the best night of your life. You broke the silence after a couple of minutes.

"Hi Rafe" you mimicked Carla's high-pitched voice from earlier and you both started laughing. Rafe shook his head, a smile still playing on his lips as he leaned down and kissed you once before grabbing your hand and you walked back towards the shore.

[funkymbtifiction]

Since you are rewatching it, what would be the Tritypes of the Stranger Things characters? 

I relate so much to your post, the same thing also keeps happening with me, especially with season 1, which is my favorite. I love the way it provides an homage to 80’s stories, as you can clearly see the series divide itself into the children’s group (E.T., Goonies, Stand by Me, and I get some Stephen King’s IT vibes, too), the teenagers’ group (A Nightmare on Elm Street is the only that comes to mind, but the influence is so strong, even Nancy is obviously named after the movie’s Nancy) and the adults’ group (Poltergeist, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Firestarter and I don’t know, but the Demogorgon reminds me of the Xenomorph from Alien).

The last few episodes, when these three groups’ stories overlap is so thrilling, right? I always feel excited when everybody eventually meets and Nancy is sitting there with Jonathan with a somewhat blank look on her face and tells him she is set on killing “that thing”. Oh my, I guess I’ll join you and also do my own rewatch!! 

As a recommendation, I have read the aforementioned Stephen King’s IT book three times through my lifespan, and I can assure you it gives a similar experience. In my opinion, though, the movies suck. The 90’s miniseries is good because of Pennywise (and scared the shit out of me when I was a child myself, prompting me to read the book years later, when I was thirteen), but also not really worth the watch.

Yeah, they did a splendid job in throwing everything they loved as a kid into a blender and coming up with something that is a “best of…” tribute to the 80s. And, I love how impassioned and fierce all the kids are. There’s never a dull moment and there’s so much ENERGY rushing through the set at all times, it’s just amazing and stimulating and exciting. I’m trying not to binge-watch them too much, since I both have other things I need to watch and don’t want to run out of episodes too soon, since nothing else really holds my attention this well.

Also, the people who write this show must be 7w6/6w7, there’s a lot of 6-ness both in the story itself (family, friends, but the Danger is Real) and in the characters.

Anyway… tritypes. Prone to change as I get into the later seasons.

Joyce - 6w7 / 629 (9 has an 8 wing)

Hopper - 8w9 / 863 or 862 (I lean 862)

Mike - 2w1 / 261 or 268, but he seems ‘moralistic’ like a 1 fixer

El - 6w5 or 9w8 / 694 or 629

Dustin - 7w6 / 739 sp-blind

Lucas - 6w5 / 613

Will - 9w1 / 954

Max - cp6w7 / 639 (?)

Nancy - 3w2 / 316

Jonathan - 4w5 / 495 or 496 (he seems 459 “withdrawn”)

Steve - starting to think he’s 7w6 core / 729

Not sure about the rest, I’m still in the first season re-watch.

[matriarchcomputer]

ASKS

anonymous asked:

Why does Solo ask Sanders if he is a little tired this morning? I never got that

From my understanding, it was Solo being a little tongue-in-cheek. Sanders was being grumpy about the German people (West Germany), in his opinion, being ungrateful to America, but he believes that inside them all, there’s a potential American. Solo’s facial expression was a bit of a ‘oh, gosh, where is this coming from?’ which prompts him to say “a little tired this morning, sir” which if I were to translate that in to modern speech would be “DID YOU HAVE A NAP TODAY?” But idk. That’s just how I took it—could be wrong!

anonymous asked:

An animated man from uncle film would be cool. The art style would be like Archer or Yellow Submarine. Realistically I wouldn’t mind just reading the script.

Yeah, having a new script would just be the best! Which voice actors do you think would fit?

anonymous asked:

Armie is basic/thirsty and Alicia is boring so I'd be ecstatic if they made TMFU into an animated series, maybe with a style like Archer but more serious.

Can’t totally disagree with that (Armie as Illya is probably the only role I think he’s been good in oops.) An animated serious would be interesting. I just adore tmfu characters so much. I’d like a TV series that was a mix of Person of Interest (in its seriousness) and Leverage.

anonymous asked:

There's a good biography by a real life KGB defector called 'Next Stop Execution' that goes into detail about life as a KGB officer/double agent and the writer's ultimate decision to defect to the West in the 1980s and how he goes about doing it. About 10 years after publishing the book and 20 years after defecting the Russian government still tried to poison the guy. Life as a KGB defector would never bring anyone peace.

Thanks for the recommendation! I’ve have to take a look at the book. Sounds like defecting would make Illya’s life far more difficult! Doesn’t sound like there would ever truly be a win scenario for him… he’d always have to look over his shoulder… I wonder what would motivate him to believe defecting was his best option….

anonymous asked:

Why do you think the movie didn’t get a lot of attention and a sequel

There are probably a lot of factors involved that I don’t know about like, like marketing, or something. Maybe because the lead cast weren’t all considered A list actors (Tom Cruise was supposed to play the role of Solo, which I’m so glad that didn’t happen, but a lot of people would have watched because of Tom Cruise). I think the main problem (if you can call it that) I see with movie (mind you, I love the movie, but I’m also a script editor) is that:

There is no strong overarching theme introduced.

You could make the case that it was about loyalty, or perhaps family? Maybe? But it’s not really strong. The audience it’s left with a conclusion to a story theme.

Predictable plot twist

Most people I’ve talked to about the movie say they saw it coming that Gaby was going to betray them/be a spy.

Simple plot.

American must team up with Russian to stop a criminal organization from acquiring an atom bomb. Find bomb, stop bad guys. Done. And there weren’t many strong subplots.

Here’s the thing though, what this tells me is that the movie wasn’t written like a movie—it was written like a TV pilot. Good TV pilots have simple plots because, like a show like The Man From UNCLE or Leverage or Doctor Who or a detective show, you want it to be character driven and to be able to “reset to zero” at the end of each episode. That’s why tmfu fandom has so many great headcanons and fanfics—because you have a lot of freedom to go places with the characters but still reset the story to zero at the end of the adventure. You don’t have to do the same general problem every episode (like season 1 of Stranger Things, for instance, there is something about the Upside Down or the Demogorgon or Eleven every episode that needs to be addressed.) In The Man From UNCLE, you can have a story about finding a bomb in Italy one movie/episode, and another dealing with a problem completely different in Istanbul, to stopping criminals in Minnesota. Another factor with the movie, I find, as mentioned before, is that it is very character focused. There are a lot of tiny details about the characters that might be left out of streamlined in a movie script. Again, great for TV, but not always great for a movie (I’m being general, not all movies and tv shows are like that, but there is a certain consensus on what audiences prefer to watch or rewatch). Movies are more about plot/theme. TV is more about character. If the movie have been a TV pilot, it would be on season 6 by now.

Idk, I’m rambling 

sorry.

[kaffeinic]

21 Questions Tag

Answer twenty-one questions and tag twenty-one people.

Tagged By: @mintymiknow

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Name: Julianne (Technically, it’s Juliana, but most people don’t say it correctly, so I opt for Julianne.)

Nickname: So many, smh.

Jules

Julie

J.

Grace (It’s a common nickname for me in my household, but I might strangle anyone else who calls me by it.)

Julia (Some strangers have called me Julia, but I don’t really like it.)

JuJu (I have two very young siblings, and this is what they could pronounce - somewhat - while they were babies.)

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Taurus (I don’t know why I dislike this so much, but I do. Maybe it has to do with the bull association.)

Current Time: When I started, it’s was about four in the morning, but now it’s 7:41pm.

Favourite Artist(s): Another long list lol.

Hilary Hahn

Sasha Sloan

Marianas Trench

Dean

Shaun

Stray Kids

Mamamoo

Rousseau

Many more, but I’ll cut myself off there.

Favourite Song: An impossible question for me, but I’ve been listening to a lot of recordings of Halvorsen pieces recently.

Song Stuck in Your Head: Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan // Hip by Mamamoo // Dommage by Bigflo & Oli (Specifically the cover by Lorelen.)

Last Movie You Saw: I vaguely remember rewatching The Hunchback of Notre Dame with my sister this week, but I could be wrong. It’s been a really long week. 😂

Last Thing You Googled: story of the hour kate chopin (It’s a great story. Very thought-provoking.)

Other Blogs:

Main: @assainfj

Writing/Books/Music... A lot of random stuff. I’m still building it.: @logastellic

Where I test designs for my blogs and my friends’ blogs: @blog-designs (I haven’t posted anything, so Tumblr won’t let me tag it properly.)

Do you get asks?: Yeah, pretty often. Some of them are requests, and some are just general questions or chatty comments. I tend to get much more when I’ve been really active.

Reason for your URL:

Main: (@/assainfj) Assai is a musical term, and I’ve always been really into music, whether it be singing, playing instruments, producing, or just listening to it day to day. INFJ is my MBTI personality type, which has been pretty accurate about who I am and what I’m like/what I believe in, so I strongly identify with it. In essence, I squished together assai and INFJ to get assainfj.

K-Pop Side Blog: (@/kaffeinic) K-Pop, like many other forms of music, often gives me bursts of energy throughout the day, so I thought of calling the blog caffeinic, but that was already taken. I then chose to change the ‘c’ to a ‘k’ for ‘k-pop,’ which wasn’t taken, and ran with it.

Random Interests Side Blog: (@/logastellic) I just found a pretty word that seemed to fit what I wanted to do at the time. Logastellus means, ‘A person whose love of words is greater than their knowledge of words.’ That was taken, so I did my best to turn it into an adjective, which isn’t a word, but I liked it and kept it.

Following: Lol not a whole lot of people, if I’m honest. I don’t typically follow people unless I know them well and/or they follow this blog or my main; It’s just the way I keep my dashboard clean. I tried to write a lil blurb for each person, but I’m not super close to everyone on this list.

@ace-marvel-chick - Good friend of mine who helped a lot with kaffeinic at the start.

@ace-on-the-case - One of the very first people to follow me on Tumblr. We haven’t spoken much, but I love what they reblog.

@akiime

@aquietkerfuffle - She has really supported me in my writing, especially when I was writing the Caffeinic series.

@ayeteaz - Side blog of one of my best friends. Things are closed at the moment, but I recommend her ships!

@bangchansmiles - We haven’t spoken a lot, but they’re so sweet and kind~

@bforbangchan

@chansdimple - Also haven’t spoken to them much, but I have a lot of respect.

@doubleknot42 - I do believe the first time I spoke to her(?) I was asking how to add links to my Tumblr bio lol. Great author, and kind friend.

@hoshithehamster - Ayeteaz main account.

@invisibleslytherin - I’ve chatted with her quite a bit about Shakespeare. For a brief period of time, she sent me daily shakespeare memes.

@kpopchangedme - Amazing author, especially if you’re a hard stan. I’m not much of a hard stan myself, but the writing and plots are awesome! She’s definitely a great chatting partner as well. Very kind. 😊

@kpurereactions - A blog run by many lovely ladies. I vaguely remember trying to become an admin a long time ago, but by the time they had gotten back to me, I had started my own writing blog. Go check out their blog!

@lisori - Another kind person whom I met in the beginning of kaffeinic. 💕

@loser-tozierr

@noona-has-a-boyfriend - A friend I grew closer to while proofreading and enjoying her work. I recommend her stories. 😃

@princelyhwang

@sideeffectsoflovingchan - I got one of my favourite writing prompts from her(?)! Very kind, and runs a cool blog.

@sparkling-studio-ghibli-water

@sshiromon

@strayyeets

@thats-a-big-yikes - We became friends when I used their user for my ‘Stray Kids as Tumblr Usernames’ post.

@vanvayne-blog - Awesome artist, but I don’t think they’ve been active much recently.

@woo-for-woojin - Another one of my closest Tumblr buddies. She’s a queen and she knows it. 💕

@wxnterlee - One of the first people to follow kaffeinic. Very kind, and always has been super supportive of my blog.

Average Amount of Sleep: 0-4 hours of sleep. It’s bad, I know.

Lucky Number: 0

Currently Wearing: Ripped jeans, black tank, black hoodie, tan coat, and i recently took off my tan work boots(?). I feel like I haven’t used the correct fashion terms for each item lol.

Dream Job: Anything in surgery or emergency medicine, or something in criminology, possibly forensics, though being an agent would be one of the coolest things I could fathom doing.

Dream Trips:

S. Korea

Australia

France

Belgium

New Zealand

Canada

Brazil

Favourite Food(s):

Dragonfruit

Chicken tacos

Pizza

Orange chicken

White rice (I’m not sure why I enjoy plain white rice so much.)

Pretty much anything spicy

Play any instruments?: Yeah, piano, and I’m trying to learn a bit more guitar. I’ve always wanted to play violin, but I don’t think it’ll ever happen.

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Tagging: @hoshithehamster • @woo-for-woojin • @bforbangchan • @bangchansmiles • @chansdimple • @doubleknot42 • @kpopchangedme • @kpurereactions (Hopefully each of you will do it.) • @lisori • @princelyhwang • @sideeffectsoflovingchan • @strayyeets • @sshiromon • @thats-a-big-yikes • @wxnterlee