#y’all i’m still hyperventilating i’m so happy

[tang3r1n]

YALL I GOT TO SEE THE MAN WHO RAISED ME TODAY :((

i’m 5’11 and he’s 5’2 lmao

[morethansky]

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

I’M WATCHING THE COACHELLA SET AND TYLER JUST CONFIRMED HE AND ROCKY WERE IN LOVE AT ONE POINT

MY RPF SHIP IS CANON????

THE IGOR THEORIES ARE CONFIRMED????

IT WAS ACTUALLY MUTUAL PINING?????

“And now we’re friends”

THEY DATED FOR REAL??????

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

[cutieln4]

London Boy | LN4 smau

lando norris x verstappen!reader

summary: in which max unknowingly introduces his sister to her future boyfriend

fc: olivia rodrigo

y/nverstappen

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y/nverstappen i stole max’s cat, don’t tell him

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username1 aww so cute

username2 when are you coming to another race!

maxverstappen1 😑

y/nverstappen i thought i blocked you??

maxverstappen1 Give me Sassy back.

username3 lando in the likes⁉️⁉️

username4 bro chill, he’s literally friends with max

danielricciardo so the heist plan is in motion. perfect.

y/nverstappen he doesn’t suspect a thing😈

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y/nverstappen i had the best time exploring england with the best guide! congrats bro on the win🥳

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landonorris it was lovely showing you around😊

maxverstappen1 no

username1 wait wdym lando showed her around england???

username2 the better verstappen fr

username3 the outfits slay

danielricciardo Nice seeing you again y/n/n!

y/nverstappen my favorite brother🫶

maxverstappen1 I’m right here?? And you’re not even related?

username4 her hair literally always looks good

lilymhe gorgeous girl

y/nverstappen ilysm babe lemme visit you

alex_albon that’s literally my gf???

y/nverstappen lily never let your boyfriend get in the way of finding your future wife

lilymhe you’re so right babe

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username1 babe what about us??? what about the kids??

danielricciardo 🤨

username2 is this a soft launch

username3 NOOOOO THAT SHOULD BE ME😭

username4 who is that????

y/nverstappen i had a fun time hanging out today!🥰

y/nverstappen

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danielricciardo hmm, interesting

username1 what do you know??

username2 uh girl you got something to tell us?

username3 she doesn’t owe you anything, get out of her business

username4 oh i just KNOW max is fuming💀

maxverstappen1 Y/n who is that

maxverstappen1 Is that a boy

maxverstappen1 Y/n answer my texts

username5 oooh someone’s not happy

username6 that food looks good asf

username7 outfit always serves

y/nverstappen posted a story

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landonorris home is wherever i’m with you

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username1 sobbing, hyperventilating, throwing up

username2 nah the caption, that is so fricking adorable

danielricciardo aww i knew you were a big softie

georgerussell63 did you pay someone to take that picture with you😂

landonorris haha very funny mate

username3 god, i’ve seen what you’ve done for others🙏

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f1gossip 🚨🚨Lando Norris spotted with mystery girl over summer break, sources say it could be Max Verstappen’s sister, Y/n

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username1 i literally knew it and you all doubted me😑

username2 chill out, it’s still not confirmed

username3 we can’t even see her face

username4 OMG???????

username5 oh max is DEFINITELY pushing lando off the track in zandvoort

username6 sources: my delusions

username7 y’all we lost a good one😣 (y/n not lando)

username8 you’re so real cause she’s gorgeous

username9 nah cause why is this actually so freaking cute, like omg the way he is smiling at her🤭🫠

username10 HAND PLACEMENT???

username11 max is gonna chop off lando’s hands

username12 i’d pay good money to see the text messages

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y/nverstappen in a world of boys, he's a gentlemen

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username1 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

username2 this is so adorable! (i'm sleeping on the highway tonight)

landonorris you’re my everything💞💞

username3 y'all owe me an apology, i KNEW it

maxverstappen1 If you're happy, I'm happy

username4 you're definitely being forced to say this

username5 boyfriend lando is everything🥺

username6 they look so happy

username7 i’m balling my eyes out

kellypiquet you guys are adorable🩷

y/nverstappen thanks for talking max down😁

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username1 the matching captions omg

y/nverstappen i love you baby❤️

maxverstappen1 🤮🤮

danielricciardo I KNEW IT @.carlossainz55 you owe me 50 bucks

carlossainz55 damn it

landonorris YOU HAD A BET???

oscarpiastri yes

charles_leclerc yes

georgerussell63 yes

alex_albon yes

maxverstappen1 YOU ALL HAD A BET AND DIDNT TELL ME?

maxfewtrell she's good for you, mate🤍

maxverstappen1 remember what i told you🙂

username2 oh! this definitely isn’t threatening at all

landonorris i will😰

y/nverstappen max emilian verstappen what did you tell him?

username3 this😭is😭so😭adorable😭

username4 bro is getting pushed into the barrier next race fs

username5 the IT couple

[star-girl69]

OMG THE LITTLE FAMILY STUFF IS SO CUTE now imagine ivy like accidentally calling the reader amd clarisse mom for the first time OR OR someone (percy) like coming over and being like "hey I don't think this parenthood is a good idea here" (bc just imagine clarisse junior in the future) and ivy is wtf so she starts defending them and being like THOSE ARE MY PARENTS (10 yo vs 12 yo standoff go!!)

LETS GO I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS FAMILY I LOVE EVERYTHING

the first time ivy calls you mom it’s not on purpose

you just basically are her mom

all she knows is you treat her how a mom is supposed to treat their daughter

you’re probably like dropping her off at arts and crafts class and she casually goes

“ok bye mom see you later!”

cue the tears

you’re screaming and crying and hyperventilating and RUNNING straight to clarisse who is training and she’s like OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OKAY

and you’re like

“i-i-i-ivy oh my god clar ivy-”

“SOMETHING HAPPENED TO IVY?!?!??!?” protective mom mode activated

“NO SHE CALLED ME MOM”

“oh. OH. SHE CALLED YOU MOM?????”

“I KNOW” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

clarisse is so happy she’s like aw omg she’s a little jealous on the inside but she’s fine she’s fine she’s fine

she’s not fine if you couldn’t tell

but clarisse doesn’t have to wait too long bc the next day clarisse wakes up at like 3am and has to go to the bathroom and little adorable baby ivy sits up too rubbing her eyes and is like

“mom? where are you going?”

she’s about to LOSE. HER. SHIT.

but it’s late and she doesn’t want to overwhelm ivy so she keeps it cool and just says she’s going to the bathroom she’ll be back soon

anyways later you both sit ivy down and ivy is like WOAH WOAH WOAH WHATS HAPPENING

and you’re trying to be professional and adult about it

but you’re like “YOU CALLED ME MOM!!!! YOU CALLED CLAR MOM!!!!!! AND ITS OK!!!!! WE LOVE YOU AND WE ARE YOUR MOMS BASICALLY!!!!!”

ivy is like “I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE BUT I LOVE YOU MOMS”

happy family ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

just to clarify y’all PERCY DOES NOT ACTUALLY THINK CLARISSE AND Y/N ARE BAD FOR IVY ITS JUST THERES TWO OF THEM CAN WE ATTACH A LEASH TO THE LITTLE ONE MAYBE

so let’s pretend it’s just another random rude ass 12 year old who’s name will be…. hm…… mark!

so mark and ivy are like chilling around at the training grounds waiting for their turn and then mark is like “oh my god you’re so bad you can even hold the sword correctly”

ivy is ????? she’s holding it the way clarisse taught her to hold it so what…….

“um? idk…. this is how you hold it dude…..”

and then you come over innocently and you’re like “hi ivy baby you forgot your water i’m gonna leave it right here!” and she’s like “ok mom!” bc you’re her mom and she loves you

so then mark is like “NO WAYYYYY YOU CALL HER MOM????”

“YES BC SHE IS MY MOM DO YOU HAVE A DAMN PROBLEM!?!?!?”

“i just feel sorry for you like your own parents didn’t want you so the best you could get was two random teen girls??? LMAOOOO i bet they’re horrible ‘parents’ too ”

“BITCH IM GONNA-”

ivy may be tiny but she uses that to her advantage and jumps on top of people

so she starts scratching and kicking and hitting screaming “TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK”

bro mark is crying

one of mark’s friends drag ivy off of him and then you and clarisse run over at the commotion

and all you see is this kid crying, another kid holding ivy back- her hairs all messy and she’s kicking and screaming still

the kid very quickly drops ivy when he sees you

you have to THROW yourself in front of her so she won’t attack him again

clarisse just presses the tip of her spear into mark’s armor and he’s like “IM SORRY IM SORRY WAHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH”

ivy is laughing hysterically “THATS WHAT I THOUGHT THATS WHAT I FREAKING THOUGHT YOU LOSER!!!!!!!”

you’re in such shock WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PRECIOUS BABY

clarisse is proud but confused

ivy is hugging you, her face pressed in your stomach when clarisse crouches down next to her

“you wanna tell me what happened?”

“well first he said i was holding my sword wrong but I WASNT i was holding it like this the way you taught me and then mom came over and then he started laughing when i called her mom and then he said you guys were probably horrible parents and i was SO MAD so i started attacking him”

ivy rn: 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

you’re horrified shocked and angry like it’s not an idea situation but ivy is loved and safe what more do they want from you?

you feel kinda shitty bc you love ivy so much but if you’re not what’s best for her than you’ll do anything

clarisse hugs her and kisses her head “good job protecting this family little warrior”

and you’re like “yes ivy you did an amazing job but remember violence is not always the answer”

(clarisse and ivy share their secret look again)

but later that night while ivy is getting ready for bed you’re telling clarisse that you’re concerned, maybe everyone who throws you the dirty looks are right, maybe you’re not what’s best for ivy

clarisse is ???

“ivy…. baby….. uh…. equals…. mine??? ….confused..”

but ivy overhears you and then SHE starts yelling at YOU

“EVERYONE IS SO SAD AND MAD AND I HATE IT LETS JUST BE HAPPY AND YOU GUYS STOP BEING MEAN”

ok 🫡

eventually clarisse expresses it more articulately to you than ivy can, “who cares about what anyone else thinks? i’m happy, your happy and ivy’s happy. everyone else can get punched in the face!”

IVY IS EXCITED

anyways happy family again ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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taglist:

@lvrue @t-wylia @laughingcheese037 @kroumi @urdeadpoet @colezb @rey26 @harmzilla @elliewilliamsbae @amberfreemansburntface @kyuupidwrites @neverwaakeme-up @shark1008 @liballer @heyimadison @nvirskies @pnsteblnme @mar2ss @restellsss @ravisinghs-wife @marsconer @evangelinexo @randomhoex @luvrrish

[lexisecretaccx]

Mine 2 - Matt Sturniolo

Masterlist

(Fem reader x Matt Sturniolo, tiny bit of a fight, stalking, obsessions, male!masturbation, etc.)

A/n: I love this series. No other words just, I love it. And I hope y’all love it as much as I love writing it

Y/n’s POV

I lay down, pretending to sleep because I can hear someone walking around my house, did I lock my door after the roses came? What if my admirer is in here.

What if he’s hot.. wait, I can’t say shit like that, for all I know he could kill me or kidnap me.

I turn over, to alert him that I’m still awake. What if it’s not a man, it could be a woman. The footsteps are too heavy to be a woman. I slip out of bed and into the corner behind the door, I grab the first thing I can find, a hair curler. That’s not gonna do anything unless, I turn it on.

It took a good 3 minutes to get hot, I turned it up to the highest heat. My bedroom door creaks open, my heart is pounding through my chest. A man comes into my vision and I swing the hair curler into his face. A sizzling sound and mine and the man’s screams fill my room. I turn it off before running down my stairs, still armed with the curler.

Who the fuck was that guy, he was old and bald. I start to hyperventilate and I run out of my front door and sit on the steps leading up to my front door, a familiar face runs over to me, Joseph. I burst into tears before he leans down to me.

Matt’s POV

I had started to walk away from her house after dropping the roses off, when I heard screams from y/n’s house. Not just hers but a man’s. I run back to check if it was her and I see her sat on her front step. She notices me and starts to cry. My heart shatters at the fear and sadness in her eyes, “I heard screams you okay?”

She shook her head rapidly, “No, I had some flowers and a note on my doorstep and I think I didn’t lock my door and some guy came in.” She cry’s and stands up to me. I try to contain the happiness I feel that she is talking to me and coming so close to me, I have dreamt of this for a year, maybe not these circumstances but how’s my chance for her to like me.

She grabs onto my arm and looks at her own house in fear, I look down at her beautiful tear stained face, “I’ll get him out.” I smile to her, her face lights up, “really? Thank you!”

I walk into the house, I hear the man stumbling around upstairs, I close the door behind me and once Y/n can’t see me my face switches to pure anger, how can this absolute maniac enter her house?! Only I can do that, she can’t know but.. at least I wouldn’t hurt her.

“Hey.” I call up the stairs as I make my way to the upstairs hallway, the bathroom door is slammed open and the sound of water running is the only thing I hear, “if you really need to shower so badly, there’s one downtow-” I look in the bathroom, the man turns to me, a massive burn mark across his cheek, nose and eye. He swings at me blindly.

“Let’s settle this like gentlemen.” I lie, feeling the anger rush through my veins quicker than my own blood. He looks about 60, he runs at me and I swing a punch at him, knocking him square in the place where his burn is, he screams out in pain and falls to the ground.

I can’t help but feel somewhat responsible for him getting in, I was the one who gave her the letter and flowers, but I can’t dwell on that or even let her know.

I grab his arms and drag him downstairs and out the front door, y/n must’ve called the police because they have pulled up outside. They’re asking her questions and pull the guy outside.

“This him?” The police ask me, I nod. “I recognise this creep,” the policeman adds, “he’s been arrested for similar things before.” He scoffs and pulls the guy out my hands. The policewoman walks up to me and y/n, “do you have anywhere else you can stay? To avoid yourself being scared to sleep here?” She asks y/n. She looks to me, “I don’t have anyone really,” that is true, “and I don’t really know you so i don’t know.” She spoke to me.

I jump at the opportunity, “you can stay with me, I have a spare bedroom.” I say, y/n has always been overly trustworthy and that has turned out bad for her in the past but I would never hurt her. “Really? Thank you.”

Some time passes and y/n is packing a bag of stuff to bring to mine, she allows me to come upstairs with her, I look around the room and my eyes focus on a teddy bear her mother had gotten her when she was younger, she takes it with her everywhere that she sleeps, “don’t forget your bear.” I say, pointing at it.

“Oh yeah, I can’t sleep without it.” She smiles, “I know.” I smile back, her smile falters, “how do you know?” She asks me tilting her head. “Oh I mean like I relate, I have a favourite teddy too.” I have always been good at getting myself out of situations I get myself into, using my words.

“Oh fair enough,” she giggles. Such a perfect laugh. And her smile, her lips so soft and beautiful.

We walk to my house, “do you have a car?” She asks me, “uh, yeah I just don’t drive it too often.” I smile down at her, focusing on the path infront of me. “If you live such a long walk away why were you by my street?” She innocently asks me, her cheeks red from the cold air, “I like walking, to clear my mind.” I nod. “It’s not a long walk just half hour.” I shrug.

“That’s a long walk to me.” She laughs.

We reach my house, it’s a 3 bedroom but one of them is used as my office, and the other a spare bedroom. I need to make sure my door is locked, always, if she gets into the closet I may never see her again.

“This is a nice house.” She looks at the outside as we walk in. The living room and kitchen are plain, only the basics I need as I spend most my time outside or in my room or office. “Where’s your decorations?” She asks me, “I’m a simple guy.” I smile down at her.

“So, Joseph.. what do you do for fun?” We walk upstairs into the guest room, Shit, I forgot I told her my name was Joseph. I need to tell her the truth. “I do photography stuff. Also I lied..” I swallow, she looks up at me confused, “my name’s not Joseph it’s Matt.” She laughs, “why did you lie?” She sets her bag onto the bed.

“I was nervous.” I shrug and I help her empty her bag, “nervous? Why?” I look down at her, “a pretty girl was asking me my name, I got scared.” I lie. The pretty part isn’t a lie but I didn’t want her to know my name but now it doesn’t matter.

She blushes and looks down. “What’s in the rooms at the end of the hallway?” She asks me, “oh that’s my room and office, I keep it locked because I do my work in there.” I reply before walking out of the room, “wait!” She calls. I turn around instantly and walk back.

“Hm?” I hum, “did you see who put the note and flowers by my door?” She sits on the bed, “uh, no.” I lie. “You’re lying.” I shoot my eyes to her, “what?” I chuckle awkwardly. “I can tell by your face, did you see someone by my door?” She’s the only person able to read me, that could be a bad thing.

“I saw someone walk away but I didn’t see if they came from your house.” I smirk, she pats the bed next to her.

“Thank you.. for everything.” She spoke, I felt like she was thanking me for everything and the roses but she didn’t know it was me, and she can never know.

“I’m gonna sleep now, it’s been a long day to say the least.” She smiled at me, her beautiful pink lips glistening in the light. “Okay, night.” I smile back before walking out the room and shutting the door, “can you leave it open slightly?” She asked me, I felt a rush of relief come over me, it will be easier to watch her and see her with the door open.

“Yep.” I leave the door open a crack before returning to my room and locking it behind me. I shift the wardrobe and enter my closet, I flick through the many photographs of her that I have and find the one I took a few weeks back, she was in her living room dancing around in a black skirt and a cami top leaving little to my imagination.

I close up the closet and lie in my bed, the picture in one hand. Am I really gonna do this? I’ve done it before but it feels wrong. But since when have I ever done something not wrong, I’ve been watching this girl for about a year or more.

I unbuckle my pants and slide them down slightly, same with my boxers. I lie back comfortably, and take my cock into my hand I instantly bite my lip at the sensation, she’s been driving me crazy today.

I start to stroke up and down whilst holding back my noises, since she’s in the room next to me. “Fuck..” I breathe out quietly, I fasten my pace, the photo drops to the floor and I squeeze my eyes shut, using my imagination to lead me to my climax.

I let out soft whimpers as I throw my head back, holding back my orgasm so I can keep feeling this. I lose control and come undone, bucking my hips forward as white stripes shoot out of my cock.

I lay there breathlessly for about 2 minutes before I clean myself up and return the picture to its place in the closet. I stand in the closet and start to write down a note, today someone broke into her house, I played the hero and got him out and now she’s staying with me, she doesn’t know I was the one who gave her roses but

My bedroom door knocks, “You in there Matt?” She asks softly through the door, “uh, yeah give me a second..” I leave the note in the closet and quickly move the wardrobe infront of the door.

I open my bedroom door and lean against the frame, “hey you okay?” I ask, still breathing heavily from rushing to close the closet. “I left my phone, at my house.” She sighs she looks upset. “Oh shit, do you want me to get it for you?” I walk out my door and close it behind me, leaving us in the hallway. “Would you? I can come with I just gotta get out of..” I cut her off, “no it’s fine I’ll go for you, just go back to sleep.” I would do anything for her, anything she asks.

“Thank you so much, here’s my house keys,” she hands them to me before pulling me down for a hug. If only she knew what I was doing 10 minutes ago, she wouldn’t talk to me again.

I walk out my front door and make my way to her house..

Forgetting I didn’t lock my bedroom door..

A/n: I got carried away w this one and I don’t even know if it’s that good but like yesss.. next chapters gonna be.. something. 😅

Taglist: @blahbel668 @mattsleftnipple03 @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @hysteria-things @sturniologurl4l2008 @jakevwebber @braindead4l @mattybearnard @st7rnioioss @junnniiieee07 @sturniolosmind @accio326 @sturniol0s @alwayssublimedelusion @stingerayyy2 @freshsturns @riasturns @sturniololvrrr @maryx2xx (wouldn’t let me tag yall maybe check ur settings?)

[not-a-unique-snowflake-blog]

2023 was fun! It’s my first year reading fan fiction so it’s been one of the horniest and the thirstiest years of my life!😁 I found a lot of amazing people here and this hellsite truly became my home in 2023!💖

I want to say ‘thank you’ to people who made this year very special for me and wish them all wonderful 2024!😘 I came up with some categories so here they are!💖

✨The “OMG” fic of the year

This one goes to Promise /a dragon!Ezra x f!reader/ by @criticallyacclaimedstranger I’m a proud monster fucker but holy hell I surprised myself when I loved this fic so much!🥵 it’s hot and also very sweet and beautifully written!😍❤️ After reading it I had long and thorough discussions about the logistics of dragon fucking with a few people and had the best time!😄

✨The series I love with all my heart

Stay In Bed /pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader/ by @psychedelic-ink is amazing, touching and beautiful! I felt a ton of emotions reading about Joel and reader’s journey to each other. Thank you for writing it, Sil!🫶

✨The “I’m too old for this, my heart nearly stopped” fic of 2023

Every Inch pt 3 /m!ghostface x f!reader/ by @toxicanonymity was so hot that it nearly killed me😅I had to open the window to get some fresh air cos reading it made me dizzy with hyperventilation. I survived thus I strongly recommend to TRY THIS AT HOME‼️

✨The loveliest co-writer of 2023

@milla-frenchy my friend, my twin, my co-writer💖 your support gave me confidence to come out with my own writing which wasn’t easy😅 thank you!🫂 It’s always a pleasure to write with you and I hope to continue our creative journey in 2024. I love you, baby! Check out her masterlist! It’s gold!🥵🥵🥵

✨The most unhinged reader

@gracieispunk created a reader so unhinged, badass and hot that she sometimes overshadows Maintenance Man!Joel himself!😍 Tenant Girl takes what she wants and I love her for it‼️💖

✨My man, my love, my everything

Do you have an emotional support character who can make you feel happier, safer, calmer when you simply think about them? I do thanks to @toxicanonymity ! Nightwalks Joel is my most favourite fictional man! The first, the best, the hottest! HELL YEAH!🍆🧎🏼‍♀️🐆

✨“If horrible, why so hot” character

Joel from the Wrong Way series by @romana-after-dark wins this one! This Joel is one of the darkest I’ve ever read and he makes me feral and I love him!😵‍💫🥵

✨The most read fic of 2023

Liquid Gold /Joel Miller x fem!pregnant!reader x Tommy Miller/ by @gasolinerainbowpuddles is my breastfeeding kink Bible and simply an extremely hot fic! no joke I thought of pinning it on my blog cos I searched for it that often. Just thinking about it now makes me feel like a reread is due!😵‍💫🫠

Also thank you, Puddles, for your hilarious memes!😆👏 you’re a treasure!💖

✨The most unique series

Muddy Waters /Ezra x F!Reader x Joel Miller/ by @bonezone44 blew me away this year! Its characters are complex, the plot is fascinating and unique, it’s like a diamond that shines differently when you look at it from a new angle❤️

✨DDDNE fic of the year

Whatever You Want /Comandante Veracruz x Reader/ by @iamasaddie is a non-con masterpiece! It’s not easy to keep the realism of the situation and still make it hot, but this story has a perfect balance of both!🥵🖤

Also Aly, thank for being such a great friend!💖 You’re hilarious, kind, gorgeous and a super talented writer and artist!😍👏 I love you!😘

✨My favourite writer of 2023

I dearly love many writers on this site. But this title goes to @toxicanonymity without a doubt❤️

You made this year for me, Toxy! I’ll never be normal about your writing, your talent, your characters, your kindness, your heart😍 Every series, every story of yours is perfect! Thank you for everything you gave me and all of us this year! I love you, friend!💖🫂😘

✨My favorite people in 2023

My moots, my lovelies, my friends! Y’all made me laugh, cry happy tears, thirst, FEEL things like I’ve never felt before! I LOVE YOU ALL💖 @missannwinchester @milla-frenchy @toxicanonymity @iamasaddie @neverwheremoonchild @lumoverheaven @multiversed-daydreamer @beefrobeefcal @lunitawrites @rubyfruitjungle @xdaddysprincessxx @ellasinnombre @princessanglophile @romanarose @gasolinerainbowpuddles @noxturnalpascal @gracieispunk @ghoulettesinspace @janaispunk @funnygirlthatgab @jupiter-soups @seratuyo

Special smooches to my wifey @missannwinchester who has to deal with my nonsense every single day😅😘😘�� LOVE YOU, SWEETIE🫂❤️

If you feel you should be on the list and I missed you, you’re absolutely right and I deserve a good spanking for not including you!😏

HAVE AWESOME 2024 Y’ALL!!! WOOOOOO!🥳🎊✨💖💖💖

[weskin-time]

Jill or Carlos with a S/O that has autism or ADHD? Listening intently to their partners rants and rambles about their hyperfixations or stimming with them when they get too excited or their emotions get too strong

YES! i am on the spectrum so this made me so fucking happy to write you have no idea

Jill Valentine and Carlos Oliveira with an Autistic S/O HCs

i am. on pain medication from getting my wisdom teeth out today so im sorry if anything makes no sense or there are errors i am just vibing

Jill Valentine

she keeps a pair of ear plugs in her pockets when you two go anywhere just incase

loves to hear you infodump and stim after shes had a rough day. just loves to unwind at home while listening to your voice

and she’ll nod her head, hum in agreement and ask questions when you’re talking. never in a ‘im not fully listening’ she actually loves to see your eyes light up and the happy expression on your face when you talk about a hyperfixation or special interest

she was a little confused when you first visually stimmed but instead of asking you she just followed your movements which made you even more excited

if you get too excited about something where you’re starting to hyperventilate and you feel like you’re going to explode she will open the bedroom door and make you wiggle around on the bed. full body stim so good good yes

will get you little trinkets or gifts from the things you’re obsessed about to show how much she listens and cares

doesn’t mind cooking you your samefood over and over again, it gives her a chance to brush up on her cooking skills plus she loves to cook with you (she kinda sucks at it but it’s okay i love her so much *smooch*)

if you’re starting to get overstimulated in public she quickly learns the early signs and tries to get you away, or you could just tell her “i’m starting to get overstimulated here” and you’re out of wherever you’re at instantly. she can come back another time if there’s something she needs

she keeps every rock, flower, marble or what ever you bring her. she has old police books with pressed flowers you gave her, the rocks are in a jewelry box.

when you start to freak out and have a breakdown she’s sorta at a loss to help but in a split second she runs and grabs your weighted blanket and puts it around your shoulders while getting you your favorite drink. it all depends on you and how you deal but she’s quick to make adjustments

non verbal moments? she will help you make little cards to show your wants and needs and other information.

angry? ripped your shirt in anger? banged your head against a wall? tore some hair out? she will try to help you calm down as best she can and then patch you up. she’ll take safety pins and pin your shirt. she’ll give you an ice pack and some pain relief medicine. she gives you kisses

don’t like a certain texture? boom it’s gone. if you feel it still even after you’ve touched it she’ll bring you your favorite texture

loves it when you sit on her lap and rub your face on her like a cat. she will join you in the face rubbing

food textures you don’t like? give them to her she’ll eat them. don’t like mushrooms bc they’re squishy and weird and make you want to punch a man? she’ll give you a tiny fork to pick them off your pizza and she’s putting it on hers

Carlos Oliveira

he’s an adhd haver

autism and adhd solidarity

when he washes his hair it’s so soft and fluffy and thick that you could sit there and pet his head and rub your fingers thought it for hours. he doesn’t mind at all. he’s sitting there almost purring like a cat

vocal stim echo chamber

y’all can make sounds or words over and over again and just keep bouncing them off each other for hours no matter what you’re going

his beard is also very soft. he keeps very good care of his appearance so it’s not like super scratchy it’s a very good texture please rub your face against it once or twice before kissing his nose

this man can’t cook for shit. normally it’s take out. most of the time y’all develop a samefood at the same restaurant so you two must order the same place for weeks and just get the same food

WILL LAY ON YOU AND CRUSH YOU WITH HIS WEIGHT.!! he loves cuddles so much and now he’s getting cuddles and helping you? his new favorite cuddling position is him laying on top of you while you run your finger through his hair

He’s the one who goes into places and talks to the workers there for you if you need him too. want to order lunch but feeling not up for it to order? tell him what you want he’s got you <3

non verbal moments? he talks enough for the both of you honestly. he knows sign language so you two could take that way or he’ll use cards too. if you text him he will read out your text before responding lol

pillow fort movies/tv show/ video game nights. filled with all that good sensory shit and your favorite snacks and his.

he stims with you. every time. it’s involuntary on his part.

more than likely there is one texture he loves that you hATE. you hate velvet? the first time you come over to his place he had a velvet blanket on his bed.

stocks the fridge with his and your favorite food textures. he likes pudding and cottage cheeses textures

he’s better at preventing meltdowns or breakdowns before they happen than helping you during the act

you two bring each other things. he picked up his paperclip to throw it away but he gained emotional attachment to it and he’s giving it to you bc he doesn’t want to loose his new friend. has all the thing you give him in a shoebox under his bed for safe keeping

one of his favorite stims is running his callused hands up and down your softer skin at a medium pace. he starts out slow before speeding up a bit more. just placing his hand on your body and running it down before picking it up and putting it where he first started. loves if you do a ‘cat making biscuits’ stim on his body while he does that to you

[wordsofhoneydew]

happy friday!!

put on your fucking seatbelts y’all because these fics will have you screaming, crying, throwing up, hyperventilating and climbing the fucking walls

read the tags. some of these have kinks that not everyone is into, so just make sure you know what you’re stepping into! the other half of these are just fluff fluff fluff!! enjoy!

home is where i’m with you by @luainthewild

where alex seeks the meaning of home and finds it in Henry's arms.

OR: Henry has to spend Christmas alone; Alex refuses and invites him to Texas. Ensue family crack, a lof of fluff, sexy dancing and love confession on a christmas card.

(We) Loved Her First by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

When I thought about all of the things I wanted to say to you both today, my initial urge was to write a letter. I could borrow Dad’s fountain pen from his top desk drawer and watch the ink soak slowly into the cardstock paper, to blow it dry and carefully crease it in three places before sliding it into an envelope and sealing it with the wax seal Papa bought a few years back, that he said we could use to send our Christmas cards to Sandringham in a more formal way so that Uncle Pip wouldn’t expect to find us wearing matching Christmas tree onesies inside.

But then I realized, a letter isn’t your style. It isn’t our style. Your story, the same story weaved together countless times throughout my life into a tapestry of your love that blanketed me at night whenever I needed comforting, was told through a series of pixels swirling through the air and crossing the void of space and time within moments. So, I decided it was only fitting to continue that tradition and to follow in your footsteps…an email, it is.

OR

Alex and Henry's daughter sends them an email just before they walk her down the aisle on her wedding day.

we might just get away with it by smc_27

Henry is the most gorgeous man Alex has ever seen. And Alex has seen a lot of gorgeous men. He’s a fucking model.

“This is Henry Fox-Mountchristen,” Prada’s current PR lead says, and Alex smiles and pushes his hand out. “He’s a journalist covering the merger.”

Alex doesn’t know what merger or what it would have to do with Paris Fashion Week. But he does know that Henry holding a glass of champagne as he shakes Alex’s hand is maybe the sexiest thing ever, and there is just no explanation for that.

“Hi. I’m Alex.”

Henry says, “I know,” and then does this weird, forced smile at Bianca and walks away.

Alex doesn’t know how to like, not be completely obsessed with things he wants.

OR, Alex is a model. Henry is a journalist, and a bit of an asshole. Alex wants him anyway, even when it doesn’t feel good.

Leave A Message by @sherryvalli

"This is Alex Claremont-Diaz's phone. If it's a business matter, I don't know how you got ahold of this number, but if you have my number that means you probably have Zahra's. Call her instead. If you're friends or family, just text me. If you're anyone else, I'll call you back as soon as I can."

Or: Alex's voicemail message over the years, and the messages people leave for him.

in the dead of night by @littlemisskittentoes

“Hm, am I still dreaming, or is there very pretty boy playing with me under the covers?” Alex’s voice is gruff. Its edges are coated in lingering sleep, and the drowsy-slow pull of the words lulls them to a deeper accent than he usually lets slip through. The syrupy drawl skitters the length of Henry’s spine.

or, Henry knows he can always rely on Alex to tire him out when sleep is far off.

[ave09]

i promise

gk!harvey dent x reader

note: i’m so excited for y’all to read this! i don’t know how the two-face reveal will actual go, but this is my interpretation!

you hadn’t heard from harvey in weeks. 

you’d called, texted, emailed, you’d done practically everything to get in contact with him, and yet had heard nothing back. 

you couldn’t remember the exact date or time, all you remember is that it was just an hour before his appointment with the physiatrist, because despite ‘harvey’s warning’, you were determined to have his condition checked out. 

you were in the car, heading toward the clinic where harvey said he’d meet you when he called you up.

“harvey? i was just getting ready to head to the clinic-“

“honey, listen, i don’t have much time.” he spoke quickly, softly, as though he was hidden and didn’t want to be found. 

“harv? what-“

“i’m going away for a bit.” 

a gasp slipped past your lips, “what?? going away?? i don’t understand-“

“i can’t say. think of it like a business trip. i’ll be back soon.” there was a loud ruckus on the other end, panick struck you, “harvey, please, tell me what’s going on.”

“i love you so much. more than you could even imagine.”

“i-“

the line went dead. your breath came out in quick hyperventilated pants. what the hell was he doing? what was that noise? what was happening??

and as panicked as you were, he was your husband. you had to trust him. 

so that’s what you did. 

and you hadn’t heard from him since.

at week two, you decided to go to the GPD, to report a missing persons. but, apparently, harvey had taken leave, reportedly for almost a month. 

and there was nothing you could do. 

weeks flew by, and your worry only increased. your friends, coworkers, they’d stop by with gifts and kind words. but nothing helped. all you wanted was your husband back.

it was past midnight, and you could not sleep, not without him by your side. nightmares plagued your mind to the point that you’d barely been getting sleep at night. and it had taken its toll.

just as you were about to get up and find something to occupy yourself, your phone rang. you let out a soft sigh as you rolled across the king sized bed to your nightstand, the sound only growing louder. 

it was an unknown number, but you answered anyway. you’d given out your number at the GPD so if anyone had any clue where your husband was, they could give you a call.

“hello?” you answered, your voice groggy with sleep. 

“honey?” 

you froze, tears welling up in your eyes. you knew that voice anywhere. “harvey?” you whispered softly, your voice cracking slightly. 

“it’s me.” 

“oh my god,” you sobbed, unable to contain your emotion as a wave of relief washed over you. 

he was okay. he was alive.

“don’t cry, darling, please don’t.” 

“i’m just so happy you’re okay… where are you?” 

“um, about that-“

“harvey, i need to see you.” you said, desperation lacing your voice. there was a sigh on the other end, then silence. 

“harv..?” you questioned, “are you still there?” 

“i’m sending you a pin. you can meet me there.” 

“okay. i love you.”

“i love you too. i’ll see you soon.”

you had never driven faster in your entire life. the location was practically in the middle of nowhere, near one of gotham’s old rundown buildings. 

what he was doing here? you had no clue. 

you now stood in the middle of an abandoned alley, shivering from the cold. this was exactly where harvey had dropped the pin. he was supposed to be here. 

a startling sound of footsteps caused you to whip around to see a figure standing in the darkness of the alley. 

“you came.” his voice was gentle, almost as though he was surprised by her arrival. 

a small smile spread across your lips, “you called.” 

having him here before you made your heart swell. you had missed him so, and he’d finally returned to you. 

you took a few steps forward, only to see harvey stumble back slightly. this confused you. you had also begun to notice that when he’d spoken to you, he’d only kept one side of his face turned toward you. 

“harvey. come here.” you said, your voice stern. but your husband remained still. so with a sigh, you marched toward him, and now that he was near the dead end of the alleyway, he had nowhere to go.

as you neared, you noticed his face seemed different. and when you saw him fully, a gasp ripped from your throat.

the right side of his face was burned, the melted flesh a mixture of pink and purple. the right side of his lip was gone, leaving only his teeth bared. but what hurt the most, was seeing that his right eye, which used to be a vibrant blue, was now a milky white. 

you choked back a sob as you lifted a hand to the scared side of his face, gently placing it upon the deformed cheek. 

“oh beautiful..” you whispered, blinking back tears. the man scoffed but did not shudder at your touch, “how? how can you call me such a name when i look like this..”

you furrowed your brows, “what?”

“i was afraid to meet with you. i was afraid how you would react, i was.. i was afraid that you couldn’t find it in yourself to love…” he raised a hand, gesturing to his face, “this.” 

a soft smile tugged at your lips, “harvey, i did not fall in love with you because of your looks.” you let your hand fall from his cheek and move to rest upon his chest, where you could feel the thump, thump, thump, of his heart. 

“i fell in love with this. with your heart. i will have you, harvey dent, with a face or not.” 

harvey let out a soft chuckle as you continued, “and i will always be here for you. and this, we will get through this together.” 

you could see a single tear slip down the left side of his face, “you promise?”

you leaned forward, pecking your lips gently against what was left of his, sealing the deal. “yes. i promise.”

[yaachtynoboat711]

Can We Talk?

A/N: Hey y’all! If I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect y’all really like Karis and Kevin, probably because we’re deprived of Kevin being happy on the show. School has been beating my ASS and had taken all bits of skill (writing included) from me. Hopefully, I can create more this summer! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy Karis and Kevin’s first date!!! Once again, shout out to @awerkofart for enabling this series! Love you 🥹.

Warning(s): Language, Drinking

Word Count: 2814

Like many other Milennials, one of the staples of Karis Brown’s social life was weekend brunch. Sunday Brunch, specifically, was for recapping the times of fun from the night before. However, this Sunday Brunch was no usual outing. It was a date with Coffee Bae, Kevin. He’d called her 20 minutes before to set it up and it was up to her to solidify an unforgettable second impression.

*buzz* *buzz* Incoming Group FaceTime Call from Sisterhood of the Traveling Scrubs

Loren and Jada were waiting on Karis to answer. “Heyy—oop! Hold on…,” Jada watched Karis as she propped her phone on a shelf, “…girl, what you got goin’?!” Loren brought her attention to the screen. Essence, Rose, and Rochelle all staggered into the group call, all shocked to see their friend searching for an outfit.

“Who you gettin’ cute for, bitch?,” Rose demanded. Everyone seconded her question.

Karis laughed to herself, “I never got a chance to bring it up, but I met a guy at Jahva on Friday. He asked me out for brunch, so I’m taking him up on his offer.”

“WHAAAAAT?!?!? Karis Zhanai Brown…going on a DATE?! He better be the finest man in the city,” Essence added, the girls agreed, “Does he have a name?”

“Kevin,” Karis replied fighting a cheesy grin. The girls had been Karis’s girls since med school orientation, but they still knew how to grind her gears. It didn’t make it any better that they were neighbors with key access to each other’s houses. They were going to be over there when Karis and Kevin returned from brunch. She was certain.

Karis paid her friends no mind as she changed into her sweatsuit. The girls threw out hypotheses and theories about this mythical Kevin. Little did they know, they were on mute as Karis tamed her coily hair into a half-up half-down style.

Karis finally unmuted herself as she laid her edges, “Y’all done?” Her friends looked to each other in silence, shocked that she’d just spoken after 5 minutes of unbridled chaos. “I just want to have a good time…for once. Let me just go to brunch and enjoy Kevin’s company. I appreciate the uproar around him, but let’s take this one moment at a time, aight?” Karis got up to pick out some shoes, “Sacai’s or Yeezy’s?”

Karis couldn’t remember the last time she’d been on a date. She couldn’t even remember going to a pleasurable business dinner. Studying and practicing medicine drained her of a social life and the opportunity to go on dates. Her family worked tirelessly for her to be the first doctor in the family, not be another wife. But this brunch date was different.

Karis sat in the car 10 minutes ahead of schedule, chest tight, and palms sweaty. Every social skill she possessed suddenly ceased to exist in this moment. She couldn’t even read the menu she’d just Googled. How amazing was the sight of the incomparable Dr. Karis Z. Brown herself—the surgeon that could do CABGs with one arm tied and repair carotids for breakfast—nearly hyperventilating at the thought of going to brunch with someone she met in her godparents’ coffee shop earlier in the week. “Get it together, mane,” she encouraged herself as she opened the car door to the slap of the sharp October Chicago wind at your face.

“What if she ghosts and makes me look like a fool?,” Kevin asked Kim as his leg bopped to the beat of the overhead music.

“Based on what you’ve told me about her, she doesn’t sound like the ghosting type. Besides, she’s 5 minutes early. Just breathe, Kev,” Adam instructed him over the phone. “Hey…,”he caught his attention, “…she might be as nervous as you are, if not more. The way you talked about her yesterday, it sounds impossible that she’d flake. Go enjoy yourself.”

Just as the call disconnected, the elevator door opened, revealing a nervous Karis looking down at her phone. Kevin’s face lit up as he saw her walk towards him in her khaki sweatsuit, brown fleece coat, matching chocolate Telfar, and Yeezy Foam Runners. She noticed his jeans, grey hoodie,navy flannel shirt, and wolf grey retro Jordan 12s.

The two embraced for the first time ever. She wasn’t certain of the cologne he wore, something with tobacco…maybe musk and leather… but whatever it was made her melt into his embrace. Lord, he smelled like a grown ass man.

After reluctantly pulling from his embrace, he offered Karis the seat in the booth. “A gentleman,” she complimented. The smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth spread to a full smile.

Karis got a corner glance at his shoes before he sat down, impressed at his shoe choice, “It could be my exhaustion, but are those the wolf grey 12’s?! They’ve been sold out here since I’ve moved here.”

His jaw dropped, “Girl, what you know ‘bout that?! Lemme find out you a sneaker head and a surgeon?!,” he remarked.

She threw her hands up, “Guilty as charged. It’s like the one thing that keeps me sane.” Karis felt her gapped smile betray her once again as she nervously fiddled with the gold necklaces around her neck. Kevin took notice; he was already entranced by her smile. He bit his lip, thinking of what to say next. The waiter coming to send the mimosa and water carafes gave him enough time to conjure something.

He looked at the caduceus and anatomical heart necklaces, “You always knew you wanted to be a heart surgeon?”

Karis glanced down at her heart necklace, shaking her head, “Nope. Wasn’t even in the cards until my med school rotations.”

Kevin’s eyes bucked open, “For real?!”

“I initially wanted to be a trauma surgeon or in sports med,” she admitted, filling both stemless flutes with passion fruit mimosas.

Kevin took a sip, noticing the potency of the drink, “So…shit that’s strong…what was that ‘a-ha’ moment?”

“My mom. She’d gotten sick from past trauma and I almost lost her. She had a cardiac tamponade—fluid from a sac in the heart fills the veins and blood and decreases oxygen flow, amongst other things. I wanted to help find a cause and solutions for her, so I went deep in my cardio books and found something. It saved her life.”

“I take it you and ya moms close?”

She pondered, “I’m her only child and there was a point that we were all we had. With everything we went through, we became trauma bonded.”

Kevin didn’t think he and Karis would have somewhat similar upbringings. His raising himself and later his siblings in Chicago and her being basically raised in Memphis by her mom before she met Karis’s stepdad. He had her figured out until they conversed.

It was easy to talk to each other. The conversations with one another felt familiar, as though they’d been friends for ages. With the aged feel of those conversations came the novelty of learning about one another. Karis quickly learned that Jordan and Vinessa—Kevin’s siblings—were the center of his universe. He showed her pictures of them, the smile on his face getting brighter the more he talked about them. In the same vain, Karis’s nieces and nephews (her step-sister Mary Margaret’s kids) were the lights of her life. Karis showed him the picture of her, Mary Evelyn, Luke, and Jacob at Jacob’s baptism. They were her “loaner kids” whenever she was back in Memphis.

Kevin’s gears began turning. He noticed how much Karis was active in church, based on the baptism picture and the mention of receiving Eucharist earlier this morning. He had to ask, “You Catholic?”

She huffed, “Close. Episcopalian. My mother is married to the Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of West Tennessee. Charleta Duncan, the blackest of women, married the whitest man in all of Memphis, Patrick O’Doughtery Brown. Yet it somehow works,” she caught herself holding back a loud laugh. Kevin laughed with her.

Karis finally checked her phone, which revealed that an hour and a half had passed. Where did the time go? Karis also saw the group chat was abuzz for updates and her whereabouts. Loren and Essence were asking for Kevin’s Social Security number, while Jada asked for his dental records (ironic since she was a DDS) and most recent background check. Karis prayed an “I’m fine. Lemme have fun” reply would suffice.

The DJ had been playing 90s R&B all day. Banger after banger after banger, people found themselves dancing in between tables and singing their hearts out.

Then it happened. She heard the three piano chords and 808 beat of her favorite song, Can We Talk, and that was all she needed to hear. Karis dramatically dropped her phone on the table, hands high in the air as to submit to the beat of the song.

“Girl whatchu know bout this,” Kevin joked as he watched her dance in her seat.

She didn’t respond. Karis waited for the lyrics to start. As Tevin Campbell began to talk his shit, so, too, she began lip-syncing to the words. Kevin, also singing, scooted out of the booth. He reached out for her hand saying, “Let’s talk then, mamas.” Karis accepted his offer, sliding out of the booth.

“Lemme show you how to step,” he offered. He took her free hand into his. He began twirling heg around, while moving his feet front, back, front, side, side, left, and right. She did her own combination, surprising Kevin.

He twirled her away from him, “I thought surgeons couldn’t dance,” he pulled her back in close.

“You ain’t met one from Nawf Memphis with an uncle and aunt in Chicago, mane,” she retorted. The pair continued stepping, working in tandem with the rhythm. He maneuvered her away and close to him while still singing with her.

They sang the final bridge at the top of their lungs. Everyone else in the restaurant became a choir as they all sang aloud. As the song ended, Kevin escorted Karis back to the booth. Luckily for them, the waitress had finally appeared with their entrees. Kevin remarked about the fun he had and how ready he was to eat. Karis seconded.

As Kevin ate the sample of salmon and eggs she offered, she found the right moment to ask, “Y’know, you’ve asked a lot about me. I wanna know about you. If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for a living?”

He choked on a piece of egg, “I’m a uh…business consultant,” he replied after gathering himself.

Her gut turned as he replied, “Is that your final answer?” He knew she knew something. Not quite that he was an undercover cop, but something.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“What’s your life goal?,” she asked without skipping a beat.

Kevin pondered, “Being a househusband.”

“You’re joking,” he wasn’t. There was a smirk held back, but he was about 45% serious.

“I mean, you’re a surgeon. Jackpot, right?,” he winked and licked his lips.

Karis re-adjusted herself, tilting her head before she spoke.

“To call yourself a househusband implies that we got married; to be married implies that we were betrothed; to be betrothed implies that were courted; to have courted implies that we went on other dates besides this one. Correct me if I’m wrong, Mr. Atwater, but it appears that you’re enjoying yourself and want to go on a another date?,” she observed as she downed her final mimosa, proud of her Sherlock-level deduction skills.

“Somethin’ like that. I do like being around you and I’d love to see you again,” Kevin offered her another bite of his chicken and red velvet waffles as he looked at her, clearly flustered at his charm and suave nature.

“I’d love a second date.”

He insisted on following her back home. He was concerned for her safety and wanted to see his date get in the house. He jogged to her door from his Hellcat, being sure she didn’t touch the handle. After the fight over the check (which she won), the least he could do was open Karis’s door. Karis usually went through the garage into the house; but since she had an audience in the foyer, it was her obligation to give them a show.

Karis led Kevin through the pathway in her front yard to the door. The rustled curtains confirmed Karis’s suspicion of nosy ass friends awaiting her arrival.

Kevin looked behind his date to see curtains rustling, “You must have someone over expecting you.”

Karis kicked the front door and adjacent wood panel, an attempt to shoo the girls away, “Oh, Kev, don’t pay they nosy asses no mind,” she said loud enough for them to hear inside. The two of you guffawed. The fact there were doctors listening to their friend’s conversation behind the door and foyer wall was so childish, yet comical. In the midst of the laughter, Kevin found her hands and held them between the two of them. Smooth fucker.

Once more, their eyes connected and simultaneously bit their lips, smitten with each other in the moment.

There was an obvious connection between the two love birds. For once, they mutually felt a sense of relief to be themselves. How is it that two strangers that met in a coffee shop by happenstance, were already so close after one brunch date? The romantic tension around them was nearly physical. It seemed as though they couldn’t be too far away from each other. Every once in a while, two people meet and in that initial meeting, it’s apparent to the Universe that they are meant for each other. They weren’t able to put their finger on it immediately, but this was Kevin & Karis. For once, they were able to enjoy someone’s company and immediately want to go somewhere else before their first date ended. They were destined.

“Karis, I really enjoyed you today. Seriously,” Kevin flashed a smile that made Karis’s feel an unfamiliar warm sensation radiate through her body.

“Same here, Kev. This was a breath of fresh air. We should do this again. Hopefully soon?”

He gently placed his large hand over her chin, peppering her lips with a meaningful, yet brief kiss, “Yeah. Real soon. I’ll holla atcha when I get to the crib?”

The sensation of his kiss, though temporary, weighed on her lips. She’d gone a hot minute without a kiss on the lips, yet his satisfied the long-ignored absence.

“Yeah,” was all Karis could muster.

He flashed one last wink before ducking into his Hellcat and driving off.

Karis couldn’t focus on getting your key into the door. Between the kiss, the cold, and the mimosas, she was literally stuck. After struggling to turn the key into the ever-moving lock, her friends were pushed out of the way by the 70+ year-old wooden door. Karis silently made her way to her usual spot on the L-shaped sofa. The girls filed into their usual seats in the den, all grinning with anticipation to ask about the date, parts seen and unseen. The minute Karis looked up, they all shrieked, startling her. “Don’t start allat bullshit, now,” Karis warned as she took her bra off, sighing in relief.

The warning went unanswered; the girls attacked their slightly buzzed friend with a group hug, to which she immediately swatted away.

“GIRL!,” Essence began, “He is FOINE AS HELL! Look at you!”

Loren added, “I gotta say, Kare, you did good. The fact I’ve never seen him before shows me that you’re real good. You gotta tell everything! I mean…ev-ver-ree-thang!”

Karis recalled what she could, from the call to the kiss. The whole time, she grinned, showing how smitten she was with Kevin. Seeing her elated made them happy. They knew the insecurity she had about being alone.

A few hours passed and everyone had returned home to get ready for work. Karis showered, did her nightly skincare routine, and prepped her work bag. Finally in bed, she turned to cut her bedside lamp off.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed. Kevin was trying to FaceTime.

“You must’ve seen me get in bed,” she jokingly answered.

Kevin chuckled, “Nah, just calling to let you know I got home 40 minutes ago. I had to help Vinessa with somethin’ and forgot to call you.”

“Oh really?,” she yawned, “Welp, I gotta be at Med at 4:45 a.m. for a surgery. Talk to you afterwards?”

“Sounds good, mamas, sounds good. Night.”

“Night, househusband-in-training,” she concluded, both laughing at her recall of their new inside joke.

Karis chuckled to herself as the sounds of crashing waves lulled her to sleep.

Kevin is going to be here a while.

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Few controversial issues I would like to bring up:

Loo Loo Land:

I'd say he WAS, but once Blitz entered the picture his lust for him made him fall off the rails. Now he's at the point where he invites Blitz to Loo Loo Land to flirt with him despite him coming up with this trip to make Octavia happy - the same Octavia who feels that the whole affair is tearing her home apart.

It is CLEARLY stated, factually, in Stolas’s bio that he had unknowingly — the similar to treating Blitz like a plaything later on — pushed his daughter away, due to flirting with his monthly ONS (one night stand). And yet the minute Stolas realised his mistake he dropped the act of NEEDING a bodyguard and leaves LLL with Octavia in his arms acknowledging that she WAS too old for the theme park.

👏🏻 HE 👏🏻 ACKNOWLEDGED 👏🏻 IT! And y’all — no one in particular just getting way too excited now, ignore the block letters lol 😂) — are saying Stolas is a muthafuckin bad parent for not realising this? The mistake he had now realised he made?

Okay, so he was also a little uncomfortable with Octavia’s passion for taxidermy, dead stuffed animals, but at least he supports her of it regardless (THAT is a definition of 'good dad' okay, yeah, Stolas won’t always get it right, I mean what parent knows everything?

But it doesn’t mean Stolas doesn’t CARE about Octavia. Not like Stella, from what I’ve seen canonically, between 2x01 (child neglect) and 2x02 — I’ll discuss that later furthermore — which wasn’t shown anything positive, like the latter had, or negative at the thought of her daughter nicking her father’s grimoire and going to the human world

(Most likely if it had been brought up Stella would’ve verbally abused Stolas rather than lecturing their daughter who actually needed it)

Also, for the fact that try as he might Stolas never really had a paternalistic role model. Since his own father — King Paimon — was either too busy for him or would forget his childrens' name etc

I’d be lying if I said I really wanted the case, ideally, where Stolas invited Blitz to come to Loo Loo Land for them a hang out — but NOT on a father/daughter day that was majority of the problem — or perhaps to get some paternal advice from him on HOW to act like a proper dad or even wanted to slowly introduce his daughter to the guy he was sleeping with (still not a great idea but you do you boo 😂) and his potential partner once he had divorced Stella

But that didn’t happen which I’m kinda of disappointed about because that DOES correlate with why Blitz was feeling like a “plaything” — not then, because he didn’t have any feelings, but later on in 1x06 onwards — and it also had increased Octavia’s abandonment issues / separation anxiety

So it really didn’t gain any favours from anyone, besides Stolas, because he could hang out with the two people he loves the most in the same place.

Reference:

Seeing Stars (2x02):

After Octavia runs off, Stolas COMPLETELY FORGETS ABOUT HER once he and Blitz are alone and he simps for his acting

In my opinion, I feel like 👏🏻 Stolas 👏🏻 did 👏🏻 not 👏🏻 forget 👏🏻 about 👏🏻 Octavia 👏🏻(Hell! She was his main priority — not as a “precautionary heir” but as his muthafuckin DAUGHTER — to the point of NOT calling Blitz “Blitzy". In fact the former spent MORE time worrying about her safety in the human world

Okay, yes, Stolas did flirt with Blitz ONCE to help him through stage fright — who was hyperventilating and looked to be on the verge of a panic attack) — and had reassured him:

“Blitz, if your performance on stage is half as good as it is in bed, you'll leave them…. breathless.” Stolas subsiding Blitz’s fears, whilst making his interests clear

I don’t particularly call this “simping” it was ONE MINUTE (not even that) of it, as opposed to S1 where that was definitely over the top “simping” entirely because Stolas, factually, had put Blitz on a pedestal above everyone else (yes, even, briefly, his own daughter), but to be fair, he didn’t know how to flirt in a more, what we call, “appropriate” way, because it’s not like he had any experience with his sexuality because he was thrown into marriage from the get-go so, of course, he had gotten so excited that Blitz — his crush since they were kids — came back into his life, but, also was partially worried about him leaving again, so it was almost a codependency thing

But! We are NOT talking a talking about his “season personality” back to the topic at hand; (S2) Stolas certainly wasn’t going to just leave Blitz there filled with anxiety. Okay, yes, after the latter was sure he gotten through to him and hurriedly pushed him into the room, affectionately called him “darling”, and wished him luck.

* But what I’m saying is at least Stolas 👏🏻 isn’t 👏🏻 MEAN 👏🏻 or 👏🏻 SELFISH 👏🏻 about the whole thing because it’s not in his nature (unless it comes to Stella lol; a guy can ONLY be patient and kind for so long)

While Octavia is alone and lost on Earth.

(Part 1)

That wasn’t the case though, so, in my opinion, statement is inaccurate. Okay, yes, Octavia WAS alone and lost to begin with alone — that’s the whole storyline of this episode — but like every falling action to almost resolution — Loona, eventually, tracked her down and gave her sisterly talk about their dads

“Sometimes... sometimes it's not as simple as that. This kind of shit gets messy, and everybody's got issues, especially dads. And sometimes they fuck up -- well, all the time. But, that doesn't mean they don't care." Loona to Octavia talking about their dads

&

"Looking for you. I mean... try to cut your dad some slack. He may not always get it right, but... he's trying. That's more important than you think." Loona talking about Stolas.

(If Stolas’s first priority was HONESTLY Blitz as y’all claim… why would the former turn the human world upside down just to find Octavia? To me if he was prioritising he’d say “I could care less what happened to my daughter. She can look after herself, as long as I’m with you it’s fine” but he didn’t because that would most likely come from S1 undeveloped version of Stolas

(Okay I was exaggerating maybe not even S1 would he say that. That’s more of a Stella comment but y’all get what I’m saying…)

Point is… there’s a HUGE character development between S1 and S2 Stolas, the latter, is TRYING to do the right thing and get HIS life sorted, the way he wants it by; Divorcing Stella. To respect Blitz — calling him by his preferred name — and hopes to become his partner, later in life, once everything is resolved between them.

I think what really bugs me is that people just remember negatively — especially if they’re anti-Stolas, which just makes it “easier” for them to hate him — that he’s snobbish, sexually deprived, cringey, and just really no better than the Goetia family — like the Stella’s and Paimon’s of this world — and their indifference towards commoners

I feel like everyone is just remembering the pilot — the WORST version of himself — rather that the one that is actually currently being progressive and doing his absolute BEST to have the fulfil his life that he wants and actually deserves, despite having an abusive (ex) wife — who stomped it every time Stolas got a chance to be happy — AND to deal with his feelings for Blitz, who had rejected him, because of his ongoing issues

— She also could've been kidnapped by D.H.O.R.K.S for all anyone knew

(Part 2)

As for the D.H.O.R.K.S thing? You’re right. That COULD have happened, yet it didn’t, so I’m not entirely sure where that came from. I WOULD have been be very surprised if Viv brought them back, since they hadn’t been seen since 1x06. And yet, I feel like, if she had gone down that path…

A. That would have been pointless because she hasn’t brought the agents back since S1; inconsistency in my opinion, since they were painted as “important” villains of the story or at least that’s what I got

B. I think that would have been more exciting rather than “oh no my dad is busy so I’ll just run away AGAIN!” which is something I feel like is a repeat of Loo Loo Land and the upcoming 2x12 episode

Now that I honestly think about…

It’s most likely that Stolas WAS vaguely referring to the D.H.O.R.K.S agents — when he voiced how worried he was about Octavia being in danger to Blitz — or it was just in general, which is more understandable as both his daughter and his ONLY precautionary heir.

“Blitz, we don't have time for this. Via could be anywhere. She COULD be in danger.” Stolas to Blitz worried for Octavia’s safety in the human world

Truth Seekers (1x06):

Stolas and Blitz’s relationship is based on Stockholm syndrome (and it’s practically the same as Valentino and Angel’s or at least has the same ambience of it)

Stolitz being “Stockholm Syndrome” relationship

1. That would actually require Stolas (NOT the agents who had) to have physically, as himself, kidnap Blitz and get him to fall in love because of the manipulative attention and sweet nothings that is being given

And before y’all @me no “darling” DOES NOT count because that’s just an English thing regardless for friends, family, or lovers

As or the “Stolas gives the grimoire to Blitz in order for him to continue his business” thing sounds awfully more like a prostitution thing rather than Stockholm

(Which someone has oh-so kindly made me realise that “prostitution” CAN lead to Stockholm syndrome 🤦🏼‍♀️)

I genuinely think that Blitz DOES want love from Stolas — as stated by Moxxie when he said that he craved intimacy yet fears it — but he’s not allowing HIMSELF to even though Stolas had given him all the signals of “I want you to” but struggles with communication and understanding that some people might actually love him (friends & family)

I think he’s also scared he’s going to let Stolas down or hurt (a little late for that I know) him the same as Verosika etc and subconsciously doesn’t want want to do that, so, instead, he puts him at an arms length for “protection” on both their parts and lashes out so he can become “unlovable” because it’s the only way he knows from being in a dysfunctional family)

Especially for the FACT that Blitz knew he let Verosika down with their relationship and you can definitely, maybe, see it in his eyes during his trip when she comes up to him saying that he treated her like shit and what a horrible boyfriend he had been etc (no matter how much I loathe her I’m not gonna diss the logic of this)

Also at the beginning of his Blitz’s drug trip we can see that Verosika, Fizzarolli and Striker were were all in the dark spot, most likely representing toxicity and negativity

+ Moxxie (who was half between dark and light)

BUT Stolas was in the light… which most likely represented a healthy relationship and positivity

If he was REALLY that bad (as bad as Valentino) WHY wasn’t Stolas in the darkness with everyone else?

(2) Angel Dust & Valentino VS Stolas & Blitz:

Stolitz’s relationship and “ambience” is NOTHING like Valentino and Angel’s for one Stolas is NOT a rapist and he does NOT force himself onto Blitz whenever he wants to. I don’t care what y’all say about 2x01 that was completely CONSENSUAL but Stolas’s shyness was apparently mistaken for “I don’t want to do this”, so, of course, it came off as being SA’d

* If that was the case I’m pretty 💯 sure that if Stolitz, respectively, had sexually assaulted one another, both would be dead (well if Blitz has Angel-tipped bullets that is 😂)

The ONLY thing that is similar each other is the fact that a trippy version of Stolas — not the REAL one who’s way too affectionate to do that sort of thing; unless he had been put in a dominant (🥵) role — had pulled Blitz towards him, the same way Valentino had done to Angel Dust

👏🏻 THAT 👏🏻 IS 👏🏻 IT!

Interpretation:

Reality:

Not to mention there were two different facial expressions on their faces:

Hallucinogenic Stolas’s was sympathetic (if not a little mocking — and, so out of character, if it was the real one — when asking “are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?” but that was only because it was from Blitz’s interpretation of how he views him currently, thinking he viewed him nothing more than a “plaything” so, of course, he thought it was condescending), patient, and loving (three of them POSITIVE and one of them was negative, which wasn’t even all that bad because it was internal on the sufferer’s part

Which makes sense why Blitz accused Stolas — the real one — of treating him like it was anything more wanting to FUCK him (even though that was the kinda the deal)

Now, I understand that — as Loona said — “we all have our own issues”. Well, Blitz has them all the time because he was grown up with dysfunction from the get go and was probably told (and most likely shown) that he was unlovable as a child by his dad and that he’d always be a “fuck-up” and would damage other heathy relationships whether it’s friends, family, or even poetlovers.

Whilst Valentino’s intentions was to be sick, cruel, and that he didn’t CARE if he had hurt Angel verbally, sexually or physically

Stockholm syndrome? Yeah, right. Prostitution is more like it, which isn’t AS bad (in fact that’s the probably the LEAST thing you can do in Hell at least they — Stolitz — can and will be together. But not if it’s Stockholm. Period.

[la-folie-a-deux]

Force of Gravity (Din x Reader)- Chapter 2: Turning the Page

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I got the inspiration to write this chapter after a discussion with @kyberblade who gives the best advice for any of my worries. Of course, please go check out Shatter and give it all the love it deserves. The dividers I use are all from @firefly-graphics and I must admit that I’m in love with them. I wrote this very spur of the moment, having wanted to get this scene out as a little gift to y’all for stupid cupid day (as my mother endearingly calls it) so it is not yet fully edited but rest assured, I will come back to fix any mistakes present at a later time. Xoxo, Dee💕

CW: panic attack, fear of being taken advantage of, hyperventilating, a nice steamy scene for the holiday 😉

NOTE: I do not own the Star Wars franchise, the dividers, the gifs, or Ti Jyrr, I just love them and wanted to make something with them. Please support their original creators.

Word Count: 2,275

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It’s been over an hour since you first spoke to the Prince, though he asked you to stop calling him by his title two dances in. You remembered hearing Vanth refer to him as “Mando” which wasn’t uncommon to hear brought up in conversations around society but you couldn’t ever place the name to the man standing before you know until this very night. The name he gave you to call him though was not the alias the others bestowed upon him but was his first name. It felt right on your tongue.

Din.

After spending this long with him, it felt like his name was the only word you wanted to speak while his voice was the only song you wanted to dance to. That spelled nothing but danger. You had to get out of there before you did something that you’d come to regret.

You feel your skin start to crawl as reality sets in and you feel all the pairs of eyes piercing through your skin. Din was acting as your armor this entire time, a shield to keep you in the moment with him and now you’ve woken up from the dream and oh maker, what are you doing?! You can’t stay here, you can’t stay in this blissful bubble with him forever no matter how much you wish you could. This is bad. This is bad. This is-

“Ti..?” Din’s voice floats through the screaming happening in your head causing you to tilt your head up to meet his worried gaze. It’s only then that you realize that you stopped talking mid sentence and dropped your eyes to stare down at his handkerchief that resides in his coat pocket. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh… yes,” you say, sounding highly unconvincing to your own ears but holding out hope that maybe he doesn’t know you well enough yet to have the ability to tell. “I just realized how parched I am… I think I’m going to fetch myself a lemonade.”

His eyes look disbelieving yet he asks, “Would you like me to retrieve one for you?”

“No!” You answered a bit too fast for it to be considered casual. Clearing your throat as if that erased the frantic tone to your voice, you continue, “No, thank you for the offer but I can go myself. I’m sure you would enjoy a small break from dancing as well seeing as you haven’t done so in quite a while. If you’ll kindly excuse me.”

Din nods his head with some hesitation, but you take the opportunity to give him a small curtsy before making your escape. You walk with your head held up and with even strides, knowing plenty of people are probably still watching your every move as you stop by the drink table to grab a glass. You stand idly by the table for a minute until the next song starts and there’s less attention on you before you slip out of the room.

As soon as the door to the ballroom closes softly behind you, the sight of an empty stretch of hallway greets you and you take it as a sign to make your hasty journey to somewhere you can be completely alone. With quick steps, you get lost in the maze of turns and identical doors but you couldn’t care less about what kind of dilemma that could cause you once you got your mind back together. Right now, all you needed was to escape prying eyes and his presence.

Luck was on your side as you turned a corner and met a short hallway with one single door at the very end. As if it were a flame and you were a moth, you rush to the door, trying the handle and pushing the door open just wide enough for you to slip through it. You quickly pull the door shut behind you, pushing your back flush against the wood to catch your breath. Your heart and thoughts are racing in a tizzy, feeling like a complete moron for being so easily lulled into putting your guard down. You just spent ages talking freely while dancing continuously with someone.

Not just someone.

A stranger you just met.

You tilt your head back, closing your eyes tight with a heavy sigh on your lips. You’ve gone and done it now. You really are a moron. You should know better than to trust the first person that engages a conversation with you yet here you are.

Wait, where are you anyway?

You reopen your eyes and straighten up before looking at the room in front of you. From the very peaks of the tall ceilings to the bottoms of the floorboards stands a forest of sprawling bookshelves filled to the brim. You were sure it’d take multiple lifetimes to read every book in the room but you’d love to try that challenge one day. Maybe today was a good day to start.

You take a few steps, the sound of your shoes being muffled by the ornate carpet while you walk along one of the many rows of shelves. Trailing your fingers delicately across the spines of many works while you browse, your eyes land on a book you’ve read at least a dozen times already up on a higher shelf than you could easily reach.

While you could look for something to help you retrieve it or even make a different book selection that was easier to grab, now that you’ve seen the copy sitting in plain sight you knew it was the right one to start on. Keeping your eyes trained on the cover so you don’t lose track of it while you make your way to the shelf, you attempt to stretch tall enough to take hold of the novel but to no avail. Even on your tiptoes, you have no luck.

In your state of being concentrated, you failed to hear the noise of the room’s door opening and closing again. It isn’t until you feel the press of somebody’s broad chest against your back and you see a large hand reach above you to snatch the book from its home that you realize you’re not alone.

You close your eyes in preparation for something bad to happen to you. Afterall, you were removed from the event, no one else was anywhere near the library that you were aware of, this person was obviously much bigger than you, and you were so caught up in trying to clear your thoughts that you stopped paying attention to your surroundings for the second time tonight.

You must have a deathwish.

A low voice spoke behind you, making you jump slightly at the sound. “Pride and Prejudice?” It took a handful of seconds for your brain to catch up and recognize that the very person you fled from was who came to your metaphorical rescue. Oh Maker…

“It’s my favorite novel at the moment…” Your voice is fragile and as soft as a mouse’s might be. You feel like you’re suffocating before you hear him telling you to breathe. The feeling of his chest rising and falling with each of his breaths while still being pressed against you helps you find a rhythm to sync your own to. Once your chest stops burning from your panic, he takes a small step back to give you more space. “Why are you here, Din?”

“You were acting off and left so abruptly, I was worried. I watched you go over to the table before Vanth came over to speak with me and the next thing I knew, you vanished. Thankfully, this is where I come to escape so I thought I’d check here first.” Din hands you the book which you gratefully take with a quiet thanks. His eyes skim over your form, lips forming a straight line. “I think the better question is why are you here, Ti?”

“I needed some fresh air.” He looks around the room that is enclosed and crowded with shelves, disbelievingly. “I.. got lost?” You say more like a question than the truth. “Everything was getting to be… a lot…”

He looks at you, his features softening at your vulnerability. “I can understand that. I only hope that I wasn’t the reason you felt the need to leave without telling anyone where you were actually going.”

“Oh, no. Well, not really at least. I got overwhelmed by all the eyes on us while we were dancing and I felt trapped which is not a feeling I handle well so I needed to get out as soon as I could.” You turn around to look at him, seeing warm eyes looking down at you from even closer than they were while you danced with him. So close it would surely cause a scandal should anyone see you two like this. “You made me forget there were others in the room with us and when I finally remembered, it felt like the weight of the world crashed down upon me. I panicked.”

“I made you think that we were completely alone?” He asks, his very existence surrounding you completely like a blanket. You nod, almost hypnotized by him. His face cracks into a slight mischievous grin as he steps forward into your space, causing you to take a step back but you forgot that you had been right in front of the sheves when he first made his presence known physically. “What about right now? Do you think we’re completely alone?”

“I’m not sure,” your volume fades to nothing as you answer him. You can’t take your gaze off of him, getting to admire him with so little between you is an experience that you’ll think about for the rest of your days. You were sure of it. He looks like the most enchanting sins and most blasphemous dreams in one tall, handsome package and you were sure that you would rather live only a day longer with him near you than to live for decades without him. He has bewitched you, body and soul.

He backs you up against the bookcase, his hands coming up to cage you in place, not that you would try to escape. Ducking his head down to be level with you, his voice flows out of his mouth and encompasses you. “Do you want us to be completely alone, mesh’la?”

“Yes.”

Din moves his face closer, brushing his nose against yours delicately before you hear a faint noise in the background. “That’s a shame. The book keeper is still here.” He pulls back and takes a good few steps away from you before the librarian comes around the corner.

“Oh, Mando. I didn’t know you were here.” The librarian says, not particularly surprised that he left the ball in favor of spending the evening there. “You brought a friend with you?” She eyes you curiously from where you were still propped up against the shelf, the novel clutched in your hand and your face flushed with a great deal of emotions.

“Actually she wandered in here on her own to escape the gathering but yes, she is a friend. Peli, this is Ti.” Din gestured to you with his hand as if he hadn’t just practically pinned you in the most scandalous way possible to the bookcase behind you with the very same one.

“It’s nice to meet any friend of Mando. He has so few but I think that’s because of his attitude. He scares them all away just by opening his mouth,” Peli jests as if Din is merely an old companion and not the Prince of the country.

You look at Din in confusion, feeling like your mind is being tugged a million different directions. With a chuckle, he supplies, “Peli was my governess when I was young and I got stuck with her for life. Now she just likes to make my life harder.”

“Well, it’s a great pleasure to meet you as well Peli. I hope that one day, you’ll be able to tell me all the embarrassing tales about Din you remember,” you look at her, with a smile and playful glint in your eyes. If Din wanted to mess with you, then two could play this game. An eye for an eye.

Din looked like he was about to object but Peli beat him to the punch. “I would love nothing more. You would not believe the stories I have about him,” she said impishly. “The next time you come by, please stop in and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“This was fun but we should be returning you back to Cara. Come along, Ti.” Din says before you can respond to Peli properly, grabbing your free hand and pulling you towards the door leading from the library and back into the hallway.

“I’ll be sure to do that. I hope to see you again soon Peli!” You call out with a wave of your hand that she returns before Din blocks your view and closes the door. You look up at him, smirking. “You started all this, you know? You teased me and now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

“You didn’t seem very upset with my actions when they were happening.” Din remarks, ushering you further from the library so you couldn’t turn right back around to go speak to Peli again.

“Well I would watch out, Din. I believe in paying back actions tenfold.” You keep walking forward, leaving him standing in the hallway a few steps away.

“I look forward to it, Ti.”

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Training Wheels  -  Three

Pairing: Dark!Step-Brother!Steve Rogers X Innocent!Reader

Summary: Your stepbrother would do anything for you. And he’s more than happy to prove that over and over and over again until you believe him. No matter what it takes.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Violence, Injuries, Death, Smut, 

Word Count: 2.7K

A/n: Here’s part three y’all. And the final for this baby. Hope you enjoy! I loved this series so much.

!!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT! 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

~*~

“Hey kiddo, how you feeling? Steve told us you were sick.” You look over at your stepbrother in confusion for a moment before smiling a tight smile at Bucky.

“I feel better now. He got me some medicine so I’m doing better now.” Steve bites his bottom lip in a pathetic attempt at hiding his smile but Bucky sees right through it, rolling his eyes and smiling.

“So what’s the plan tonight? You guys hosting movie night now that the parents are gone or...?” Bucky trails off, hand on his car keys as you approach the parking lot. You and Steve exchange glances, his brows raised in question, asking you if you’re okay with that and you only shrug in reply.

“Yeah, sure. You guys can come by whenever.” Steve’s hand finds your lower back, ushering you to his car, and you flinch out from under his touch subconsciously.

A frown finds his face but he says nothing, instead, he gets in the car and drives silently back to your house.

He doesn’t turn his car off when you pull into the driveway. He turns to you instead, frown still very present on his pink lips.

“What’s wrong, Bunny?” You swallow hard, not wanting to tell him what the problem is but knowing you should.

“I uh, I’m just a little jumpy after what happened with Rumlow. It’s not you, Steve and I’m sorry. I’m trying to work on it but-” “No, Bunny. Don’t you dare try and apologize for what that bastard did to you, okay? I’m not mad at you at all.” He sighs heavily, hating seeing you in pain, emotional or physical.

“I should kill him for what he did to you. He’s a piece of shit and he’s gonna get what’s coming for him, whether that’s by my hand or someone else's.” You nod, avoiding his eyes.

“Bunny, look at me. Please.” You reluctantly obey, eyes full of vulnerability and pain and he feels his heart start to ache.

“It’s okay. I’m here for you, Bunny, no matter what. We’re gonna get through this, okay?” You nod again, sniffling then scrubbing a stray tear off of your cheek.

He pulls the keys from the ignition and opens his door, trying desperately to control his anger. He needs to keep a level head for you. He needs to be your rock, your pillar, and he’s going to be.

He can deal with Rumlow later.

~*~

You’re curled up on the couch, head against Steve’s shoulder and a bowl of popcorn in your lap while Nat and Bucky take a similar position on the other side of the couch.

‘Run’ plays on the flatscreen, Nat’s choice of course.

You’re engrossed in the film, watching Sarah Paulson’s incredible acting, when your phone vibrates against your foot.

You glance down, grabbing it with furrowed brows.

'Unknown Number’.

You type in your password and open the message, your heart racing in your chest and your face falling.

You slam the phone down and launch off the couch, knocking the popcorn onto the floor in your haste.

Your feet bring you to the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind you as you begin to hyperventilate, anxiety coursing through your veins.

The three on the couch exchange confused glances, Nat pausing the movie and reaching for your phone.

As soon as the screen is lit up her face contorts with fury.

“(Y/n)!” She’s off the couch and running to the bathroom, knocking gently on the door and whispering soothing words through the wood.

Bucky and Steve both look at your phone, the blond grabbing it first only to put it right back down.

Bucky’s curiosity is through the roof as he picks up your phone, his own anger levels rising as he sees the lewd photos sent to you.

All of them are of you drugged and on the bed, on the night Rumlow tried taking advantage of you.

When Bucky looks back up, Steve’s on his feet grabbing his keys, a dangerously calm look on his face.

“Steve wait! Pal, don’t do anything you’ll regret. Please, for (Y/n).” Steve pauses at the front door, one hand on the doorknob.

“It’s too late for that, Buck. You take care of her, okay? No matter what happens.” He doesn't give his friend any time to reply. No, he’s out the door and in his car in a flash, eyes focused on the familiar route to Rumlow’s frat house.

The dark road and the silence in the car do nothing to calm his anger, and Steve seethes silently, the car rolling slowly to a halt when he sees someone stumbling on the side of the road.

Luck seems to be on his side tonight, he muses, pulling off to the side and putting the car in park.

The drunk is far too gone to notice the blond man, and Steve uses that to his advantage.

He grabs Rumlow by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and stepping aside so he can fall flat on his ass.

Steve’s fist raises then hammers down, knocking the man unconscious with a single punch.

Rage fuelling him, he shoves Rumlow’s unconscious body into his car and gets behind the wheel, steering himself to the outskirts of the city, nothing but dark thoughts on his mind.

~*~

You slowly emerge from the bathroom, Nat’s arms wrapped tightly around your figure.

“Where’s Steve?” You ask, eyes puffy from crying.

Bucky looks down, shaking his head.

“I tried to stop him, (Y/n), I really did. Tried calling the bastard a million times but he just won’t pick up.” You’re confused. He should be here to comfort you, not out somewhere.

“Where did he go?” The brunet doesn’t answer, eyes focused on a scratch on the hardwoods.

“James, where did he go?” He still says nothing, prepared to deal with the wraith of the redhead later. But what he isn't prepared for is the broken way you look at him, wondering where the blond went.

“Bucky please, I just want him to be okay. Please.” The way your voice cracks has Bucky caving.

“I don’t know for sure, but I think he’s gone to find Rumlow and give him a piece of his mind. He... He told me to take care of you. I’ve got no idea what he’s gonna do but I know it’s not good.”

Your mind is made up before he’s done talking.

You grab your keys and your phone, typing in Steve’s name and pressing the device to your ear while sprinting out to your car.

It goes straight to voicemail, and you feel sick to your stomach.

You try again, one hand on the steering wheel and the other pulling up Steve’s contact info, finding his location swiftly.

Eyes darting between your phone and the road, you set up your maps to bring you to him, hoping he hasn’t done anything rash yet.

You drive far faster than you should, running more than a few stop signs and speeding through every yellow light you get.

Your map takes you to the very edge of the city, where the lights are less blinding and the stars shine vibrant and bright.

Trees are thick on either side of you, and your heart is in your throat as you approach a parked car.

In the distance, you can see the yellow hue of a fire, and you have to swallow hard to gather your courage.

You put your car in park with shaky hands and leave the vehicle, taking slow steps past Steve’s car and towards the fire.

A figure is kneeling in front of the roaring flames, and you need to bring your hand to your nose at the putrid smell.

“Steve?” You call, your voice shaking with fear.

The man in front of the fire doesn't move, and your fingers fiddle with the small bottle of pepper spray on your keychain.

“Steve?” You ask again, approaching slowly. A familiar blond head of hair stands out against the flames and you speed up, crouching down next to him.

“Steve?” His eyes are focused intently on the fire in front of him, not answering you. Hardly even noticing your presence.

You glance down, horror filling you as you see the blood covering his hands and clothes.

“Steve, what did you do?”

He doesn’t look away from the fire, and you follow his gaze, hands coming up to cover your mouth as you see the outline of a human body.

“I told him what would happen. He didn’t believe me. Now he’ll never be able to hurt you again.” Tears well up in your eyes and you choke on a sob, shaking your head.

“Steve...” He slowly turns to look at you, his beautiful blue eyes now glazed over and distant.

“Why?” He reaches for you, bloody hand finding yours.

“I told you, Bunny. I’ll always protect you. Always. Because I love you.” He looks away from you, down to his hands and then over at the fire.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I do. And I can’t help it.” You take a few deep breaths then tug on his shirt.

“We need to burn this, Steve. Wipe your hands on it to clean the blood off then throw it in the fire. We need to clean you up and burn everything.” He cocks his head to the side, following your directions in slight confusion.

He cleans as much blood off as he can then throws his shirt into the flames.

“Why are you helping me?” He asks, brows furrowed.

You sigh and sit down in front of him, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks.

“Because I love you too. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

His face softens, hands coming up and tracing your cheek.

“I’m sorry I ever left you that night, Bunny. I’m so fucking sorry I left.” Tears find their way down his face, his bottom lip quivering. He grabs handfuls of your shirt and folds in half, shoving his face against your thighs, sobs shaking his shoulders.

You rake your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him as much as you can while he cries his sorrows out.

“I-I should’ve been there! I just... I just l-left you and h-he...” He trails off, pulling away to look at your face.

“I’ll never forgive myself for that... never.” You shush him gently, wiping the tears off of his cheeks.

“It’s okay, Steve. I’ll forgive you enough for the both of us.” He sniffles and stares up at you with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, Steve. I promise. Everything’s gonna be okay.” He launches up, lips finding yours in a searing kiss that takes the air from your lungs.

You lose your balance and tumble onto your back in the dirt, Steve’s lisp staying on yours as he follows you down.

He knees his way between your legs, hands grasping at whatever they can find in a pathetic attempt at keeping himself grounded.

His hips grind down against yours, hard length pressed tightly against your core through the few layers of clothing between the two of you.

“S-Steve wait, we shouldn’t stay here...” He ignores you, only kisses down your throat, nipping harshly at a few places, determined to leave his mark on you

“I need you, Bunny. Right here, right now.” You know you should fight but you can’t bring yourself to.

He feels so good against you, his lips, his hands... it’s bliss.

His hands are in your pants, yanking them down your legs and tossing them aside. While he’s focused on that, you tear your shirt and bra off, needing to feel his skin against yours.

It only takes him a moment to rid himself of his pants, and then he’s rubbing his hard length through your warm wet folds, coating himself in your essence.

His chest is pressed tightly against yours, his warmth contrasting beautifully with the cold earth against your back.

His lips find yours, not so much of a kiss but more of an act of intimacy.

“You ready for me? Huh, Bunny?” His breath is hot against your mouth, and you moan in response, hands gripping his strong shoulders as he slides through your folds.

“Please,” you whimper, eyes squeezed shut.

One of his hands reaches down between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance.

He pushes inside you slowly, face pulled back a bit to watch the look of bliss cover your features.

“Oh, Steve...” A primal lust spreads through his body at the absolute rawness of fucking his little sister in the middle of the woods.

Your legs come up and lock around his waist, tugging him deeper with every animalistic thrust of his hips.

Desperate moans fall from your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head as he fucks you hard, each thrust hitting that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with the sloppy wet sounds where the two of you are connected only adds to your high.

The smell of sex invades your nostrils, more pleasant than that of the fire, and you crunch upwards, tongue darting out and licking a thick strip up Steve’s neck.

He groans low and guttural in the back of his throat, head dropping down and lips finding yours again, picking up the pace and fucking you harder.

You moan against his mouth, fingernails digging into his thick shoulders as he stakes his claim on you, ruins you over and over again for anyone else. His cock pistons in and out of you, never ceasing, never slowing, and you can’t hold back.

The coil in your stomach tightens, tightens, tightens... then snaps harder than ever before.

Your back arches, mouth agape as your climax washes over you.

It only spurs Steve on.

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head in one of his large hands, supporting his weight on his opposite forearm and using his other hand to use your shoulder for leverage, sending you back down on his cock to meet his every thrust.

His face is scrunched up, the clenching of your silky walls around his hot length bringing him so much closer to the edge, but he doesn’t want to cum just yet. No, he wants to prolong it a little bit more.

He switches his position, keeping your arms pinned over your head, but kneels between your thighs instead of laying down, using his newly freed hand to grab your throat.

A moan slips past your lips, eyes shut tightly as every thrust sends fireworks to your swollen clit.

“S-Steve I can’t... I can’t...” You babble nonsense, and he almost chuckles.

“Poor Bunny... getting fucked stupid by your big brother, huh? Letting me fuck you ‘till you’re nothing more than a dumb baby? My dumb baby? Yeah, my stupid fucking Bunny.” You nod dumbly, mouth dropping open as he cuts off your air.

He leans down and spits on your face, a sick grin tugging at his lips seeing you covered in something of his.

He can't wait to cover you in his cum.

You clamp down against him again, toes pointing and legs squeezing his waist impossibly tight.

“Fucking Christ, Bunny! Gonna make me blow my load. You want that? Want me to cum in your cute little pussy? Huh? Answer me!” You pry your eyes open and nod desperately, struggling to form a sentence.

“Alright, Princess. I’ll cream this cute little pussy of yours. Make a real nice mess of you. M’gonna give you a baby, Bunny. Gonna make you a mommy, watch you swell all nice and round.”

He leans down, teeth nipping at your earlobe.

“And you’re all mine. Aren’t you?” You nod desperately, your poor abused pussy fluttering around his cock as he pounds into you relentlessly.

“M’all yours. Only yours, Steve.” He bites down on the soft skin on your neck, groaning lowly as his hips slow, thrusts becoming erratic before ceasing completely.

Warmth fills you, a beautiful fullness that starts where you and he are connected so intimately.

He presses his forehead against yours after a long moment, releasing your hands and relaxing into you as you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly to your body.

“I love you, Steve,” you whisper, holding onto him like he’s your rock and you’ll float away if he isn't there.

“I love you too, Bunny. You’re mine. No one else’s ever gonna touch you again.”

[smallestapplin]

How does it go once Volo gets to the cave he plans on stashing MC in? Does he immediately release them or does he keep them in the bag for a bit? Is he doing this just for the Plates or something else? I'm surprisingly into the story now, I gotta know what happens to Volo and his bag full of feral gremlin MC!

I wasn’t expecting y’all to like feral gremlin mc this much! I’ll do my best.

Gonna be safe and say 🔞18+🔞 for the violence.

Warnings once more! : this particular one while also containing spoilers for legends Arceus, it does contain threats and violence, gremlin mc is not happy about this and is making it known, like, I’m putting this under keep reading cause of it.

Asks are open!

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You ended up in the cobalt coastlands, you’re only knowledge on that is this is the turn back cave where you caught Garitina, unfortunately you’re still stuck, you make a mental note of the cave, he picked a good one, no one ever comes this way as it’s surrounded by nothing but aggressive Pokémon from all sides and the only way up here is with sneasler, speaking of which.

“How the hell did your ass get us up here?”

Volo glares at his bag, he refuses to let you out of it “if you must know Togekiss.”

“Oh so not only do you manipulate people you manipulate innocent pokemon, gotcha.”

The merchant sighs “it’s not a big deal-“ you cut him off.

“You know what else isn’t a big deal? Your life.”

You yelp when his foot collides with your side.

“If you’d just give me what I want this wouldn’t be happening! You could still running around for your precious ‘professor dad.’” His voice goes high pitched an nasally, mocking your words “if you just gave me the plates!”

“I’d rather swallow a Jean jacket and put my left tity in a panini press, you built like an insecurity having ass!”

Another pained yelp escapes you as he kicks again.

“You have got to be the most stubborn dense ass I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting! I use to think there had to be a reason Arceus chose you but now I see even a god can make a mistake!”

“Oh wow how original, tell me did you think of that one all by your little self?”

Volo yells in frustration, he is your captor, you are basically tied up, you can’t do anything other than make noise, but the words you say insight rage, malice even, you bring so many emotions to him, too many in fact, he doesn’t like it, he has a mission, get the plates, and overthrow Arceus, maybe steal your Pokémon while he is at it though he is against that, your Pokémon are fiercely loyal to you, and he is positive the only reason they are out is the sticky glob got on your pokeballs, keeping them shut.

He notices you’ve been quiet, too quiet for his liking, you’ve been sassing him the entire way here, he waits for a good twenty minutes before checking on you, he doesn’t know where you’re keeping the plates so he needs you alive to at least tell him.

He undoes one strap and cautiously lifts the flap up, only to scream on your mouth is latched onto his hand, the side of his thumb and hand currently in your mouth, your teeth sinking into his flesh, determined to draw blood, which you do, his rush to get you off only draws more before he can get stable and slam his foot into your stomach, causing you to let go.

Your half way out of his backpack now, both of you hyperventilating, but yours has a pained wheeze to it, his stone cold grey eyes glare at you while he patches himself up, hissing in pain, you left decent teeth marks in his skin, he has a feeling it’ll scar over.

“If there had to be one thing I like about you, it’s your will and lack of self preservation, you honestly don’t care if you live or die and the things you do and get done because of it are astonishing, unfortunately you’re such a waste of good potential that it doesn’t matter.”

You snort “like the man with raging mommy issues and a god complex has room too talk.”

He was just about to say something when you open your mouth again.

“Do you yell at me cause you think that’ll get me to listen? Did you mom never hear you as a child?…haha oops, myyyy baaaad.”

Volo can’t take it anymore, grabbing you by your now bruised throat.

“I’m going to gag you if you say one more thing, and then after that I’m taking you outside this cave and drowning you in the fucking pond, do you understand me.”

You had the perfect come back, but the pain and lack of air was making you lose consciousness, and you were out like a light.

Volo drops you none too gentle, he checks your person, looking in every last pocket he can find and there isn’t a single plate on you, you must keep them somewhere else, but where?

You wake up sometime later, the sunlight faintly shining through, you promised Lian you’d go ore hunting with him today, you think you already missed training with Ingo, he always wanted to do that early….Rei did say he wanted to join you two today, he has been getting better at battling.

You done move, you don’t have the energy to, everything hurts, but you don’t want that bastard to notice your pain, Volo use to be a friend, you thought he was anyways, you two had inside jokes from how often you two would spend time together and you happily listened to his rambles about history and lore, he looked so happy then.

So why the betrayal? You just wanted to…what did you even want to do? Go back to your time to your friends and family? But you had those here too, you’d miss them so much, but Volo is a loose canon at this point, you don’t know what he truly wants now, sure the plates but to do what?

“Are you awake? Good, here.” Speak of the devil, he throws an oran berry right next to your face.

“I didn’t poison it.” He jests.

“With the way this kidnapping is going I was hoping you did.” You lean over and start nibbling on it.

“Why can’t you let me do this one thing, if I could just meet Arceus this wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Cause you’ll probably destroy the world, I can’t really have that considering I live here too.”

“Where do you even keep them? I didn’t find them on you.”

You snort “yeah I don’t carry them with me, surprise.”

To your credit he actually does “why not?”

“Because I already carry so much, ‘sides I have no use for them right now, so why carry dead weight.” You roll your eyes.

“You know I can-“

“If you say ‘kill you’ I’m going to scream cause you could’ve from the start, if you wanted to you would’ve already, so what’s stopping you?” You stare at him, his eyes widened.

He looks so taken aback, did you hit a nerve? You don’t know cause he stands up and leaves, leaving his Arcanine and Lucario to guard you.

You wonder why the sudden departure, why hadn’t he killed you? You don’t carry the plates, those are back at your house in your chest, and it’s not like he can waltz into the village anymore, everyone knows he isn’t allowed in anymore, so what’s the hold up?

You feel his Arcanine lay down next to you, you tear up a bit, the sweet dog would do this when you camped with Volo, for a serious dog he was cuddly, you miss the old times, Lucario stays near the entrance but far enough in to stay hide, ears twitching every so often.

You can only hope this will be over soon before you fall asleep in the warmth of the large dog.

[valenhell]

From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:

"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"

Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites. 

The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!

- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict.  - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no. 

Long fics

a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡

Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending. 

This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic. 

there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.

The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet. 

heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡

The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡

Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will. 

The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡

A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡

- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)

One-shots and short stories

Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.

Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.

102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes. 

sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers. 

kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings. 

will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.

The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?

neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it. 

Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.

I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not. 

Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗

You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.

Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised. 

Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute. 

you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable. 

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it. 

okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay. 

can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it. 

even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.

clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!

I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡

[sepublic]

True Colors

           …You know.

           When Sprig mentioned a content warning at the end of the episode, I figured it couldn’t be THAT bad, right? Like whatever happened… Even if someone DIED, it’d be an antagonist. An adult, at least.

           …But…

           Marcy…

           …What the fuck… What THE FUCKING FUCK…?!?!?!?

           Oh fuck it’s like… It’s like Agony of a Witch again… Where I feel like vomiting and I’m shaking and everything but it’s WORSE because… At least Eda… Eda didn’t DIE, there was still a chance she could come back!

           And Marcy… She could come back! Magic… Necromancy, thanks to her meeting with Maddie… But this is…

           THIS IS A KID.

           THIS IS A FUCKING KID.

           AND SHE FUCKING DIED!!!!

           AND NOT JUST ANY FUCKING KID BUT MARCY. MARCY A MAJOR CHARACTER WHOM WE LOVE AND GOT TO SEE HER BACKSTORY, who we saw mess up, but for a REASON, she was going to lose her friends, and now…

           Oh… OHHH MY GOD that’s fucking evil! That’s so damn evil I’m honestly hyperventilating. What the fuck. What the fucking fuck my hands are feeling numb. I thought… I thought we’d get a cut of Andrias being stabbed from behind by Marcy, not…

           Go to hell you fuckward. Go to hell Andrias, I’ll be glad to claw you to death there myself!

           Marcy! Mar-Mar! Oh no… Oh fucking NO, and Andrias… Andrias you son of a bitch, with your whole “I got betrayed by my friends” Oh SHUT UP your friends were right and YOU were the one who was wrong! You’re not Anne you ass, you’re SASHA, and I think having Sasha right in front of you should’ve clued you in on that! Yeah, methinks that Andrias is NOT getting a redemption at all… Because honestly, how do you come back from stabbing a CHILD?!? LETHALLY!!??? If not outright killing her!?

           THEY CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME THEY CAN’T LEAVE IT ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT!!!! This is… THE WORST… Cliffhanger I’ve ever dealt with, PERIOD, ever! Not just because it’s an actual death, but also… CHILD death. CHILD murder! I thought the content warning would be about the… About those toads getting Alderaan’d! HOLY SHIT no wonder this got pulled! I mean I’m glad it got released unedited but…

           FUCK YOU ANDRIAS!!!!!

           GOD and his master is right there, beneath the castle, and nobody has a clue?! Are they some sort of AI or superweapon, an all-powerful Frobo designed to head the invasion!? Sasha… Oh, SASHA, you realized, and you began to make up for it, you and Grime… And MARCY, GOD that flashback HURT, how her voice was cracking and she was so DESPERATE, and that line!!! That line of “I GAVE YOU” this! And how I’ve thought about that! She said it! Marcy fucking said it! That surely Anne doesn’t regret meeting the Plantars, is she really saying she wished she’d NEVER met them… That kind of lowkey guilt-tripping but for a reason and it’s a genuine dilemma?!

           And Anne… ANNE, your super saiyan mode! How you thought Sprig died, and for a moment I thought, OH SHIT are they killing off Sprig?! Surely not… SURELY NOT they wouldn’t kill a kid like that, and ON-SCREEN, full shot of the wound and everything!

           …What the fuck.

           Yunnan… And Olivia, those who ship them, you got your content at least! That gag about her being interrupted for the one person who asked, who is of course Hop Pop… It seems she might be against Andrias, but who knows, she might side with him, just so her and Olivia could stay safe!

           And Sasha! SASHA, don’t imagine Sasha watching Marcy die… CRADLING her best friend in her arms! Marcy just wanted to be with her friends, she didn’t want to be ALONE and how she almost cried, I FULLY UNDERSTOOD! And GOD that fucking dread as she realized Andrias was explaining it… And how she just NEEDED SOMEONE to understand, and Andrias, the bastard, took advantage of that! While she confessed over a game of Flipwart YOU FUCKING BASTARD I’LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!!!

           Marcy… No, that can’t be it! And Grime and his Toad allies! They NEED to reband and recuperate, will they escape or not!? Beatrix, Aldo, Bufo, HELP!!!

           Anne and the others back home! Polly’s legs… Oh god, imagine the dilemma! We’ll see what happened and… OH FUCK MARCY’S PARENTS ARE GOING TO HEAR SHE DIED BECAUSE OF THEM!!! Anne is going to say Marcy ran, went to Amphibia, and got MURDERED because of them, and god… It’s already one thing for a kid to think they got their child lost, but to have outright confirmation that they contributed to their demise WHAT THE FUCK ANNNNDDDRRRIIIIIAAAASSSS!!!!!

           I’m going to KILL a newt. I’ll never look at giant salamanders the same, EVER again… Holy shit I once joked about him and Belos being feral but Andrias got to KILL a kid, holy fucking shit! Holy fucking GOD shit! Mother fucking… Fuck! We’ll see Anne’s parents, Sasha’s parents… Marcy’s parents, HOLY SHIT they’re gonna instantly go mad with grief. They might genuinely become suicidal from hearing this, I know I would… And god imagine if they did die before they found out Marcy came back, if she ever does!

           …MATT BRALY YOU KNEW THIS WAS COMING YOU SMUG LITTLE-

           I JOKED ABOUT IT BEING BAD BUT I DIDN’T THINK… Never would I have THOUGHT… I can’t imagine Disney EVER doing this before, holy fucking shit! I might vomit a bit… I feel sick. I’m sh-shivering, I’m in a cold sweat y’all.

           I gotta… I gotta take a moment you guys.

           I’m… I’m done for now. And why do I feel The Owl House Season 2 is just going to be even worse, or at least AS bad… Or at least, it DEFINITELY WON’T HELP!!! Just like Infinity Train Book 3 when I wanted levity and a protagonist ALSO died! And then another major character, two weeks later! What the FUCK is up with cartoons I like this more mature angle but also HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

           …I feel like Simon Laurent during THAT scene, but this is somehow even worse. And I’m gonna shove Andrias’ flaming sword right up his ass, let him see how it feels, hmm?

           And lastly; FUCK those end credits for rubbing it in my damn face how happy they were.

           …WHO THE FUCK WOULD BE PREPARED FOR THAT?!??!