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[redbullgirly]

Million Dollar Man [LS18 smau]

Lance Stroll x reader [social media au]

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Summary: Lance's girlfriend isn't afraid to show how much her boyfriend loves and spoils her. Unfortunately, "fans" seem to think she's a gold digger. But who would Lance and Y/N bee if they just let it slide?

Warnings: A lot of hate towards the reader by online trolls and just toxic fans, at the end she and Lance shuts them up but if you're not in the right head-space to read this, then please don't.

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yourusername life lately... how about you? 🍰💐

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user1 more like: life lately 💸💸💸

user2 LOL

lance_stroll life lately has been great ❤️

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user3 Lance don't worry we're going to save you!!

user4 our guy is lyinggggg i can feel it

user5 Oh my god let them live a happy life you trolls🤦‍♀️

user6 how can you know it's happy when she clearly uses him for money?🤨

user5 And how can you know it's not? Besides I don't think she uses him for anything🤷‍♀️

user4 then your just as naive as him user5 lol

user7 she's so classy a love it!😻

user8 Can she even drive or she just wanted to take a photo in his car?

fernandoalo_oficial You are slaying Queen!😉

fernandoalo_oficial Did I do it correctly yourusername?

yourusername it's great nando, just please never use that emoji again and you'll be ready do graduate from my gen-z university!

fernandoalo_oficial Damn it I knew all you use these days is this one: 💀

yourusername 💀

user9 OKAY I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ANYONE SAYS ABOUT HER AND LANCE CAUSE I LOVE Y/N AND NANDO INTERACTIONS MORE THAN MY OWN LIFE!!

user10 i'm convinced she holds both aston drivers hostage in her basement and is forcing them to comment on her posts

user11 It's probably not even her own basement but Lance's😭

user12 nah she ain't even that pretty

user13 omg no way this post is the way I found out lance mf stroll has a girlfriend?🤠

user14 GIRL you have so much lore to catch up on

user15 Yeah welcome to the worst wag ever fandom xd

user13 wait I'm so confused... why do we hate her???

user14 bc she's basically a gold digger, like from the moment her and lance started dating she's been posting only about shopping and showing off herself and her bf's money

user12 plus she ugly af

user15 Yeah and there are rumors on twitter about her being really mean to everyone and that the whole paddock hates her and stuff...

user13 okay I get that but tbh we can't believe everything that's on f1 twitter

user14 idc she's a bitch even without the rumors

user15 I can tell Y/N is trying so hard to have the rich girly aesthetic... it's actually embarrassing😂

astonmartin Wow you have a great car right there😍

user16 more like her sugar daddy lance has it lol XD

user17 guys be fr if you had a rich boy you'd be spending his money too!!!

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yourusername thank you spa for having me! what a race, congrats to my favourite driver lance_stroll on p9 & his teammate fernandoalo_oficial on p5! great team work, hope to see you on another grand prix in the future astonmartinf1 💚🏆

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astonmartinf1 we hope to see you on another grand prix as well Y/N!🤩

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user1 you don't have to lie admin, it's waste of money on her... better give the paddock pass to someone else

astonmartinf1 well, we definitely won't give it to you user1, so no need to worry about it 😙

user2 daaaamn, the admin is coming for y'all haters

user3 Of course she had to wear the racing suit... c'mon that's so embarrassing🙄

user4 actually it's pretty normal, I'm pretty sure Max's gf also wore his racing suit at some point

user3 Yeah but I at least like and respect Kelly... Y/N is a horrible gold digger

user4 well then I'm pretty sure it's your problem, not hers🤷‍♀️

user5 girl stop pretending you care about racing we all know you do it just for pr and cash xdd

user6 Honestly I'm not a Lance Stroll fan, but he deserves someone better than her...

lance_stroll Thank you to my favourite wag! 🥳❤️

yourusername love you baby!!!💞

user7 favourite wag😂 good joke😂😂

user8 am I the only one who finds their interaction cute??

user9 yeah you are user8... like just look at it, it's so forced... wouldn't be surprising if their whole relationship was fake

user10 You can hate on her all you want, but she's actually gorgeous in the third pic😻

user11 YUUUCCKK🤮🤮🤮

user12 you see I would be fine with this post if she didn't have to show off the aston martin car again!!!

user13 Hey did you notice she tagged Nando in the caption and he didn't reply to her? I call it ✨karma✨ lol

user14 maybe he escaped from her basement😭

user15 💚💚

user16 sorry but I can't help it. There's just something fishy about Y/N and I can't bring myself to like her at all

user17 Guys who is this girl and why does she get more hate in her comments than hailey bieber??💀

user18 I hate how she makes the whole Grand Prix about herself

user19 no but fr... like honey, idc about you and your favourite driveeer

user20 Tf?? She literally called LANCE her favourite driver how is that about her... you haters are so dumb🤦‍♀️

user21 I bet she read the comments on twitter about how she's bad gf for not going to any races and decided to fix her image by this XD

user19 lmfao didn't probably work the way she hoped

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lance_stroll As some of you now, I am not very active on social media. Today I'm making an exception for Y/N, my lovely girlfriend I've been dating for almost a year now. She is one of the greatest, most kind, caring and selfless people I know. I don't know where the idea of our relationship being unhappy, one-sided or even insincere came from, but I would like to make it very clear once and for all that these assumptions are as far from the truth as they can be.

In my life, I experienced a lot of hateful comments and reactions myself. It is not something I wish anyone should have to go through and it's disgusting. I love Y/N with all my heart and I hope that one day, she'll make me the happiest man alive and allows me to marry her, build a family together. No one will ever again speak about her in an inappropriate way, or they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them. I am very serious about this.

Y/N, I'm not afraid to call you the love of my life. I never want to see you cry because of some meaningless hater. Love you to the moon and back, sweetheart ❤️

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user1 It's just so heartbreaking how Lance himself had to go through so many waves of hate because of his dad and now he had to watch Y/N go through it too...😓

yourusername love you to the moon and back too lance!!!💖

lance_stroll Wouldn't have it any other way honey!😌

user2 you know it's serious when sebastianvettel shows up

astonmartinf1 once the it couple, always the it couple!💚 proud to say we were never a hater😘

user3 i still think it's fake

fernandoalo_oficial and I think you are fake🤪

user4 LMAO nando come and get the haters lets goooo

user5 That's how you shut them up xd

fernandoalo_oficial how do you children say it? I AM LANCEY/N DEFENDER

user4 yeah yeah nando exactly that or you can say your a lancey/n truther

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user5 omg I can't believe I just had online conversation with THE Fernando Alonso😭

user4 GIRL ME TOO AND HE EVEN LIKED MY COMMENT😭😭

f1 What a beautiful couple you are!🙌 Hope to see you in the paddock after summer break!😏

user6 "they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them" daaammmnn man is standing on business here

user7 Tbh I never understood why y'all hated on her sm she's literally so beautiful and seems kind as well🤷‍♀️

lilymhe pretty giiiirl

lance_stroll I couldn't agree more!❤️

yourusername oh stop you two I'm blushing

user8 Can we take a moment to appreciate how beautifully the caption is written?🥹 Lance really has some poetic talent!

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user9 aaah she's still a gold digger and he's too blind to see it😂

user10 Yeah she probably charmed him in bed or sm

user11 Ohh user9 and user10... I wonder how it feels to know Lance and probably some other drivers hate you🫢

chloestroll My brother and my future sister-in-law!🥰

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user12 im actually so happy to see y/n replying to some of the comments and just being active without so much hate on her now!!!

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yourusername they say if he wanted to he would... I say he wants to so he does 🌹❤️

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lilymhe she ate you jealous people up with that caption

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lilymhe also alex_albon me when??

dior Wow!❤️‍🔥

lance_stroll That's what real men do instead of trolling others on the internet.

yourusername daaammn baby

lance_stroll What? I'm just stating facts 😌

kellypiquet shopping trip to Paris when?😍

yourusername anytime you want!!!💕

astonmartinf1 So lucky to (basically) have you on our team💚

fernandoalo_oficial I call that a slay admin

astonmartinf1 ...should I tell him slay is kinda out dated??

yourusername aaah let him have his moment

fernandoalo_oficial WHAT?! YOU TRAITORS I THOUGH I WAS GEN-Z APPROVED

yourusername 🫢

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Author's note: I hope you liked my first ever social media au story! I'll be glad for every feedback, comment, like, reblog and everything! You can definitely send me asks and requests for another smau's and even 'normal' fanfictions. Have a great day!

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[diordeer]

౨ৎ SWEET

“if you want someone, then just call me up, and remember where I'll be: sweet in bare feet, you can find me where no one will be” - lana del rey (smau)

contains: charlie bushnell x fem!reader, who is literally just a cutie pie and everyone loves her, face claim is shay rudolph

description: guys i need to stop playing safe bc i was dming this guy but then ghosted him bc hes a bit of a pathological liar but like… he kinda cute

requested by: @tomblythsslut

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yn.ln 🐱🐱

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user1 shes so real for practically mainly only posting pics of her cat

↳ yn.ln he’s my muse and also runs the cult… that im- um in 😊

↳ user2 this is so real, every cat is borderline terrifying

↳ yn.ln he attacks me WHILE i cuddle him but gets mad when i go away like make it make sense

↳ user4 yn is my muse

user3 i literally love her shes so cute

iamcharliebushnell i am terrified of your cat i think i get ptsd whenever i see a pic from him after last time

↳ yn.ln WHAT?! he loves u rly 🩷🩷

user5 yn and her cat is my roman empire

dior.n.goodjohn the angle in the last pic is KILLING me

↳ yn.ln wdym he always looks like that 🤷‍♀️

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walker.scobell i cant believe u cut me out!!

↳ yn.ln i thought putting u on the cover would make up for it 😣

↳ aryansimhadri WHAT AB ME

↳ yn.ln ill star you next time im so sorry 😔

user1 she knows what the fandom wants and feeds us gourmet meals

leahsavajeffries charlies glasses 4 life

↳ iamcharliebushnell moneys well spent

↳ yn.ln i still need to have a go with them 😣

↳ iamcharliebushnell ok bet ill bring them next week

user2 whats happening next week!

↳ user3 girl shut up leave them alone

↳ user2 ummm..?

dior.n.goodjohn i cant believe i get the starring role in this post

↳ yn.ln ofc pooks 😘

yn.ln just posted on their story

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yn.ln ice cream with my pookie pies!! <3

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user1 WHO IS THIS WHO IS THIS

↳ user2 whoever it is better be some dream guy bc NOTHING can happen to yn

leahsavajeffries u can never go wrong with mint choc chip!

↳ yn.ln exactly!!!!!

user8 POOKIE PIES

aryansimhadri im still waiting for my feature !!

↳ yn.ln NEXT POST I PROMISE 🙏🙏🙏

user3 guys ik this is a stretch BUT she did call charlie a cutie on her story

↳ user4 yeah but i feel like she would call everyone that

↳ user5 OK BUT IF THEY WERE TOGETHER THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE

↳ user6 ok onto this theory charlie literally posted on the comments of her last post that they were seeing eachover next week AKA THIS WEEK!!!

↳ user7 oh my god oh my god oh my god

aryansimhadri pookie nation!!!

↳ yn.ln going strong 🫡

iamcharliebushnell i cant believe you would get mint choc chip when chocolate was the obvious choice

↳ yn.ln excuse me 😃

↳ user6 “WAS”?

↳ user2 y’all reading into stuff like maniacs

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[httpknjoon]

proof, they say | ksj

plot | Every proof that random people took just to prove your relationship.

words | 2.2k+

genres | humor/crack, fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | usernames used in the fic are all fictional. this "thread" is briefly mentioned in lie detector test. I was second-guessing if I should post this for a while. now, I am posting it before the finale! I have more proofs but I chose not to put it here anymore! if you want to read more proofs, send me an ask and I'll gladly reply with it. enjoy reading!

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Sometime in 2021, Twitter user @/bluemoon04 posted a thread of tweets, which later became one of the most essential posts in the YN-JIN fandom. It was published just weeks later after Jin’s Lie Detector Test video from Vanity Fair and it gets an update every time someone gets more proof of The A-Listers’ real relationship.

As of December 2022, the thread has almost eighty-nine thousand likes and thirty thousand and four hundred plus retweets and requotes. The proofs posted can be hit or miss. But user bluemoon04 shares it anyway and lets the others share their thoughts about it. Others can also submit their own proofs to the account through direct message.

Proof no. 1: [THAT TUMBLR POST IN JANUARY 2019]

behind the scenes...

A twenty-second video was posted on Tumblr sometime in the last quarter of 2019 by a newly-made account. The post only had three tags: #YN, #JIN, and #YNJIN. The algorithm worked and published the video in everyone’s feed. It received a thousand notes by the twenty-four-hour mark. It also reached other social media sites. Mostly, Twitter.

Fans— even the local audience is in awe after watching the video. What’s in it? You might wonder.

It’s just you and Jin sitting on a bench under a light post on a dark night in a lakeside park. It was seemingly taken during the production of Maybe Yes, Maybe No. It was a crowded place with the crew and staff members walking around to do their job while the actors wait on the side.  Amidst the busy background, you and Jin can be seen enjoying ice cream on cones as you chat, inaudibly.

It looked like you two were busy in your own world while the crew members carry stuff around the set. Jin said something that made you laugh hard.

“God! That was terrible!” you told him before laughing at whatever Jin said.

“You loved it!” he replied.

Those were the only audible dialogue from the clip. You two continued talking as you eat the cold treat. And based on everyone who saw the video, Jin can melt– not just the ice cream– but also you with how he stared at you intently while you tell your story. You then paused when you felt the weight of his stare, your eyebrows raised. He chuckled, shaking his head, before wiping the ice cream on the corner of your lips with his thumb. The video ended when a crew member walked up to you two.

Proof no. 2: [JIN SIGHTINGS IN LESS LIKELY PLACES pt. 1]

@/multifan0303: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD MY MOM JUST SENT ME THIS 

The tweet was originally posted in January 2020. The first picture was Jin’s signature on a piece of paper. For the second and last one, there’s a picture of the original poster’s mom with the actor. It’s not new for Jin to take pictures with fans he is out in public. But what made the whole fandom crazy about it is it was taken in a pet store and he was holding a basket full of cat food and supplies.

replying to @/multifan0303

- @/multifan0303: my mom doesn’t know who he is. but she saw her other customer that time asking for a picture with him so she asked for a picture and autograph too HDJSKLJFKDSLGKLJFDS

– @/greenpr4da: look at that basket

— @/v3rsaceyn: and you’re telling me jin hates cats????

—- @/franchiecat: he doesn’t even have a cat 😭

Proof no. 3 [LIVING TOGETHER ALLEGATIONS PT. 1]

During the first lockdown during the pandemic in 2020, everyone began suspecting about you and Jin living together in a house in Connecticut. With a lot of free time, the media managed to find a real estate posted online located in the said state that apparently looked like the house you were rumored to be living together in.

con mi hija 🌸

You captioned it in one of your Instagram posts in 2020. It was a selfie of you with Francheskat in your backyard. The picture was focused on your pet and only half of your face can be seen. A wall from your house can also be seen, showing that your home does have a stone exterior. Since you are more active on social media than Jin, your eagle-eyed fans also spotted in a different picture that you also have the identical Victorian lamp that the actor had behind him during a virtual interview.

“Just tell us are you and Y/N living together?!” Donny asked jokingly during an online fundraiser event with you, Jin, and other friends.

Jin shakes his head, laughing, “We’re not.”

“We do!” you huffed dramatically. “No one told me this man doesn’t know how to wash his laundry!”

Other participants laughed at your exaggerated and sarcastic tone. That was the first time you two acknowledged the gossip publicly and it was definitely not the last. You acknowledged it again when you greeted him on his birthday.

Proof no. 4: [BUB]

Both supporters and the press caught on Jin slipping his endearment for you during events with you back in 2021. Fans made video compilations and listed down the times your co-actor called you ‘bub’ on numerous occasions. Sometimes it was hushed, sometimes it felt like it just slipped from his lips. Jin finally addressed it when W Magazine brought up the topic during a magazine cover with you.

“Yeah, why do you call me that?” you turned your head to him, still in your look for the editorial shoot you two did.

Jin’s lips broke into a smile as he looked at you. He rested his chin on his palm when he answered, “It’s nothing really… It just slips out, bub”

As far as everyone witnessed from his whole career in Hollywood, you were the only co-worker Jin sometimes calls by a nickname. He never explained where it came from and was only questioned about it once.

Proof no.5: [THE TALE OF FRANCHESKAT]

“Yeah, that’s my lovely daughter, Francheskat.” you shared when Stephen Colbert brought up the picture of your pet.

“I heard she’s from an animal shelter in London. Is that right?” the host asked and you nodded from your seat.

“Yes! I visited a few shelters there during the production of my new film there and I was in awe when I first met her!”

“Oh, so you adopted her right away from that moment?”

“I didn’t…” you shook your head. “I was too busy and I was only in London for less than two weeks. My schedule was jampacked, and I never got to drop by the shelter again.”

“But I have a friend who saw how much I want to have this beautiful cat and surprised me like a month later after I got back in LA. It was so unexpected, I cried.” you laughed.

That interview was in 2017, months before the release of your first movie with Jin. Francheskat was the main reason why you made an Instagram account again after deactivating your old account back in 2016. Based on your fans’ calculations, you recently just finished filming Cornelia Street when you began posting about your cat. And Jin was seen in London around the same time you shot your own scenes there.

These facts strengthen your fans’ belief that Jin was the friend you were talking about. Especially with how close your co-star is to your cat, even though he claims he isn’t a big fan of felines.

Proof no. 6 [Y/N SPOTTED IN LESS LIKELY EVENTS  PT.1]

“I don’t really celebrate any holidays.” you shared during an interview back in 2014. “I just spend those days like my other rest days except I send gifts to my friends.”

You have been living alone ever since you were emancipated from your father’s control. You usually sleep or work through Christmas and New Year’s eve or any other commonly big holiday, treating it as a normal day. You always find it exhausting to prepare for such events when you live alone. The only special event you celebrate is your mom’s or close friends’ birthdays. Your fans are aware of this fact and made sure to send you sweet greetings during holidays as you post pictures from your home. You were never spotted outside either by the press during these events.

@/DonnyNextDoor: happy thanksgiving from us!!

In the celebration of Thanksgiving Day back in 2021, Donny posted a photo of your circle of friends. You stood next to Bella Hadid, who was Donny’s girlfriend at the time. Next to you were Jin and your three other mutual friends.

@/daisiesandroses: omg yn holiday contents

Fans were happy to see you with friends during that time. They expected that you will post something for Christmas and New Year’s too. However, you only posted an Instagram story each, greeting everyone. Someone claimed they spotted you in New York for Times Square Ball but no pictures floated online.

Proof no. 7: [VERSACE ON THE FLOOR]

It has been known to everyone that you have always been a massive admirer of the luxury fashion brand, Versace. Donatella has been a great friend of yours ever since you became a brand ambassador for the said brand when you were 22. And even though you had contracts with other brands in the following years, you maintained a good relationship with her. You’ve also been invited to fashion week events and you always try to go if your tight schedule can accommodate it. You were even featured in Bruno Mars’ music video for his hit song, Versace On The Floor.

@/SE0KJINM00N: SOMEONE SEND ME THAT PHOTO HE DELETED IT!!

@/hellobubba: was that versace on that fucking floor or am i seeing things

@/peopleoncrnlstrt: LMAO he deleted the ig story

But sometime in 2019, Jin posted a picture in his Instagram Stories which he deleted less than two minutes later. The photo is simple. It was a picture of the latest book he read. He was holding it down, seemingly an innocent one. But if you travel your eyes to the upper corner of the image, even though the background’s a little blurry, a black piece of clothing can be seen. It was immediately recognizable due to the fact that it has the word Versace printed all over it. 

And since you were the closest person to him that everyone knows, the fans assumed it was yours. You were once seen a couple of years ago sporting a bikini top with the same design, just different colors. People searched online and found that there is, indeed, a Versace one-piece swimsuit with the exact design.

Although the photo was never talked about in public, that Versace mystery became an inside joke in the fandom.

Proof no. 8: [LIVING TOGETHER ALLEGATIONS PT. 2]

urfavecatlady started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

August 2020. You had a five-minute live on your Instagram account, simply just to chat with your fans while you were waiting for your cookies in the oven. It was short yet chaotic.

“Oh, I tried baking today! I saw an easy recipe online. I’ll share the link on Twitter later.” you answered a fan as you put down your phone. You sported a now-messy apron. The apron? It was a gift from Timmy. He learned I love ba–”“

“Ouch!”

Someone exclaimed in the background, followed by the noises of something falling on the ground. You paused and looked at whatever was behind your phone. Your eyes widened. But you tried to compose yourself as you look back at the camera.

“Francheskat jumped on some– on my stuff. Gotta go! I’ll update y’all with the cookies later. Bye!” your voice trailed off as you end the Instagram Live.

@/amymarchdefender: i think i heard someone during yn’s live

@/princessbubblegum: is she quarantining with someone???!?

Some fans claimed it was not Francheskat, but Jin. Although the mystery voice was not that audible, they claimed it was him. Others believed that maybe you are really going through lockdowns with someone who is not Jin. There are few people who believe that you really have a longtime secret partner, someone who is not in the same industry as you. Nonetheless, everyone never knew who it was.

The thread still receives updates from time to time even though you took a break and Jin is not really that active on social media. The owner of the tweet still gets submissions from various fans.

Now, October 2023. Jin hasn’t had any public appearances since his series premiere on HBO. He is still in for Waller-Bridge’s movie. You, on the other hand, were getting gossip that you will be having a cameo with Greta Gerwig’s Barbie. Some believed that you will be retiring or will take years to come back. Both of you two were not active on social media. Your last post in your Instagram feed was in August. And Jin’s was May.

But one of Hollywood's biggest celebrity gossip sources is the Instagram account, Deuxmoi, posted something that made a noise in your fandom.

Sent via form submission from Deuxmoi

Pseudonyms, Please: Cookie Monster

Email: [email protected]

Subject: Everyone’s Fave Cat Lady

Message: A friend of mine works in one of the longest-running live television shows. They said that a prominent A-lister actress is returning in front of the cameras after taking a sudden break for more than a year. Her comeback will be announced next week! Watch out!

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THE A-LISTERS TAGLIST

@jub-jub @yoontaethings @kissme-ornot @sleepy-daydreams @veronawrites @cuteipat @ratherbefangirling @babystarcandy-gcf @akirawhore @alpacaparkaseok @rjsmochii @lovesickbangtan @rapmonie2047 @btsiguess-kpop @angelarin @walkinganxiety0 @bloopkook @yoooonie @amara-mars @firesighgirl @zwiehe @hiii-priestess @lojocas @juju-227592 @singukieee @eshtravagent @canarystwin @petalsofink

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@dunixxd​ @cixrosie​ @jksjx​ @embrace-themagic​ @buttvi​ @starbtslove​ @missseoulite @vanntaesworld @kenqki @pixybear @miyukihoshi @stopeatread @seolaquotes @greyrain23

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[11queensupreme11]

Hello! I start writing my own fanfiction after reading yours! You are really inspiring me to try writing a story of my own and want your opinion! Basically, I'm writing RoR x Percy Jackson, (female Percy, like yours), but I will be writing a few twists of my own. For example, instead of Percy get teleported to RoR universe, they got teleport to Percy's universe instead. So;

1. Percy, (Percilla, I like that name and I also want to use Anthonius as Annabeth's male counterpart if you alright with it) is 18 years old and I planned to make that she lives at the Camp and works or helps as tutors and instructors for the younger kids.

2. I'm suck at smut and romance... So I'm not sure to add this element. Maybe romance but not smut because I sucked at it.

3. I want to make it as if Percy had long stopped hoping for PJO! Poseidon to act as her dad, but still longs for a loving father figure.

4. RoR!Poseidon is disgusted of his pjo! Poseidon's actions and behavior, making children non-stop but not once taking responsibility over them, or the very least monetary support.

5. I'm following bits of Young Gods too (my new favorite fanfic too, thanks for suggesting btw), and made all of the Gods and Goddesses were shocked, including Hera and Odin when the Half-blood children getting punished for their Godly parent's mistakes. Cue, possibly mass adoption.

That's all... Is this too much or should I dropped some parts?

wait hold on, are YOU the anon that asked to make an ao3 fandom tag for arsenic blues??? 😭😭 pls if you are, whats ur ao3 username cuz me and this other anon (who i have yet to reply to still) wanna know 😭😭😭

but anyway, everything about your fic so far sounds great! there's one thing i wanna add tho, idk if the author of young gods got the oath worldbuilding from me or not, but i made a post talking more about the oath stuff in this post! you're welcome to use that idea too or even tweak it since mine was inspired by the actual myths about swearing an oath.

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

[olderthannetfic]

I'm in a fandom with a lot of virulent antis (surprise surprise, it's heavily dark source material and I don't know why they're here at all) and a lot of the pairings that aren't the main badwrong ship on ao3 now have DNI tags on them for shippers of the badwrong ship. I guess not enough to break the TOS (no direct threats?), but still full of stuff like "x shippers DNI", "get help you freaks", "You're disgusting" etc etc.

Its just... so frustrating. Like that's a pretty red flag for me that a fic probably is going to be in an immature writing style so I probably won't read it anyway, but every time I see it I just.... heave a big sigh. Why these people are in this fandom or on Ao3 at all I'll never know. Its not even helpful - the tags are there to help describe the fic, if I didn't want to see that kind of content I could just... avoid content that's tagged that way. Why even add that to a fic that's not even about those characters at all?

Honestly, my real question is.... Olderthannetfic, how do you do it?

I feel like I do it "right", in fandom, or at least I try. I always just block and move on. I don't follow the discourse where I can help it and block a lot of the relevant tags. I keep to a small circle of folks that have the same fun brainrot I do and have fun, generally. But this kind of stuff still slips through the cracks in a way that's unavoidable if you're ever online at all. To be honest, it still hurts a lot to see each time, and be reminded that some people seem to literally want me dead over reading a story. And I can't help the doubt and the self-flagellation that creeps in. Despite my best efforts, and all my research, and living to the ripe rip van winkle tumblr fandom spinster age of 27... I sometimes have a moment where I think, maybe I really am a freak or a degenerate, or an evil predator waiting to bloom.

Do you ever experience this? Does this feeling ever go away, or at least dull to a more bearable exasperated eye roll? Do you ever see these anti idiots grow up or grow out of this mindset? Is it just a matter of time, age or experience? Is there a point at which you felt like it affected you less, or perhaps it didn't affect you like that at all? Is there a secret to navigating it calmly and with confidence? Do you have any advice to give in the, er, art of not giving a fuck?

--

Why would I quail at a stupid child on the internet after coming out as queer when I was 14 in the 90s?

I grew up with very open-minded, supportive family aside from my mother's conviction that BDSM was something people were into because they'd been abused. Even then, I remember privately snickering because I was super kinky, and wouldn't that upset her given this silly world view?

I had it easy compared to most in the 90s, but I still saw a lot of nonsense, like good old Mom on the topic of kink or murders in the media. But I also spent a lot of time reading educational sexuality books that debunked myths about fantasies and kinkiness.

Maybe a firmer grounding in sexuality stuff would help you? Nancy Friday's work on women's fantasies is a common starting point. I'm partial to The Topping Book, which is full of "it's great to be a top, actually" and not "you only do it for the sub".

Getting older does usually help though. Most 20-somethings are insecure in their sense of self. Middle age is when people's fucks generally run out, and that only continues to grow. Watch a stupid child go after some 60-something zine writer lady. She's going to laugh in their faces. Some people remain insecure forever, I suppose, but not anybody who had to woman up to be in fandom in the first place.

It's not just that these little idiots are wrong about us being predators: it's that they are the morally degenerate ones for spreading the psychological equivalent of "vaccines cause autism" or "Jews want to steal your Christian babies".

This idea that The Bad People are infiltrating our minds with their propaganda overlaps heavily with anti-semitic conspiracy theory right wing fundie nutjob ideas, and yet these young fools claim to be pro-queer and pro-civil rights. They're an embarrassment to any progressive movement and it disgusts me.

When someone goes "You're not a Christian, so you're going to hell", do you have a moment when you wonder?

Because that's the level of absurdity here.

Even if they don't bully, even if they don't include threats in their DNIs, the fact that they're spreading myths about sexuality that have been thoroughly debunked many times means they're doing something unethical, anti-intellectual, and anti-science.

I'm not afraid or guilty. I'm embarrassed for them.

--

Do antis grow out of it? Yes, frequently.

They are—either literally or functionally—victims of right wing Christian cults. They have the same trajectory of realizing they've been had and slowly trying to work through the raging guilt and religious trauma.

I have limited patience but some sympathy. Like other victims who were indoctrinated to hurt people, escaping the cult is hard. It means not only giving up your false sense of safety and all of your friends but facing what you've done.

[nekoannie-chan]

Do that for me

Title: Do that for me.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 348 words.

Warnings: Break up, time travel.

Summary: Steve went back to the past to solve some stuff.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash, Annie-3002 & square 3:

"You never did that for me."

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincesswannie

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The feeling that you were going to faint did not leave you, but neither did you stop seeing the platform. Steve was really going to leave; however, before the machine started working, you left; you were not going to continue seeing that.

You were going to... No, rather you didn't want to know anything about Steve anymore; you wanted to erase his existence from your life and your head; he had decided to change you, so you were going to continue with your life, no matter if it was in a solitary way; you had already gotten used to it because most of your life had been like that; it just changed a little bit because of Steve.

Sometimes you thought that maybe you should have listened to that inner voice that told you countless times that you shouldn't have had feelings for him.

Three or four months later, although you couldn't tell if it was by chance or if he had planned it, you ran into Steve. You were walking in the park you always used to go to, and he stopped in front of you.

“Rogers," you said, about to go on your way; Steve stopped you.

“You weren't there when I came back," he claimed.

“Why would I wait for you if you left with someone else? “you answered.

“It was just a dance."

“You never did that for me."

He was perplexed; he had never wanted to dance with you. You let go of his grip and continued on your way; you had already made up your mind.

“I did something better for you; I went to change your destiny, even if it was in another line, so you wouldn't be an orphan."

But you didn't listen to that; you had already left.

The door to your apartment rang. Lazily, you got up from the couch to open it.

“Barnes, what are you doing here?" You were surprised; there were a few times you had exchanged words with him.

“You should listen to Steve."

You closed the door; you didn't want to know more.

#multifandom flash #round 3 #steve rogers x reader

[monstrousvoice]

First Time for Everything

Fandom: Cult of the Lamb

Relationship: The Lamb X The One Who Waits/Narinder

Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Canonical Character Death, Past Character Death, Past Violence, Religious Cults - Its a game about cults what did you expect?, Female The Lamb - I just want to see a sweet lamb girl go batshit insane and start a cult when she gets pushed over the limit okay, Slight End Game Spoilers, Post-Game Ending - No story elements really mentioned but its still the aftermath of the main story

Summary: “I saw…,” A heavy sigh, "I saw two of your flock holding hands and…uh, what's the word you use? When the lips are pressing together?” She thinks for a moment.

“You mean kissing?”

“Yes. Doing that.”

Silence follows.

Read on AO3!

AN:

Hello, the religious lamb game has gripped me by the throat and wont let go

This is a short thing I barfed up, no it is not edited, no it is not proofread, imma go crawl into a hole and die.

Slight warning: The game is based of of building a religious cult and has a lot of dark humor and blood and such. That isn't really prevalent to this drabble but should still be taken note of? I guess?

Slight spoiler for post game stuff as well!! None of the story or plot is really mentioned but the situation is very much post game good(?) ending.

In a lot of ways, having a confessional built was a great decision for the Lamb’s growing flock. She tried her best to be approachable to her dear followers, but having the powers of a dark god made one seem intimidating no matter how hard they tried not to be. Many of her newer followers saw her as unapproachable to share their worries and fears.

She could simply read their minds, yes, but her followers were so simple in their innocence. Addressing their fears without them confessing would lead to fear and eventual dissenters.

No, no. She wanted them to trust her with their secrets.

The confessional booth gave them the anonymity to freely share their thoughts without fear of judgment on her part. Not many confessions took her by surprise anymore.

Except for today, apparently.

“As a God, I never cared much for mortal pleasures.” A deep baritone resonates from the other side of the wood panel. The Lamb hears Narinder clear his throat. This must all be rather new to him, sharing his feelings so openly with another. Her insides flutter at the knowledge that he trusts her with them.

“I saw…,” A heavy sigh, “I saw two of your flock holding hands and…uh, what's the word you use? When the lips are pressing together?” She thinks for a moment.

“You mean kissing?”

“Yes. Doing that.”

Silence follows.

Lamb waits patiently, fidgeting with the bell collar of her fleece. He will continue when ready, she knows this.

“...Have you ever done it?”

She jolts, eyebrows raising in surprise. She was expecting something different, not uh…this.

“The kissing thing, I mean. Have you done it before, little lamb?”

“Uh, n-no. No I haven't.” She clutches her bell tight, the cool metal a relief against the sweat of her palm. She feels…incredibly nervous. A feeling she hasn't felt since her, well. Her execution. Why would he be asking this-?

“Could we…could we try it? Together?” Narinder is barely able to speak the words, his voice fading to a faint whisper by the end of his sentence. Lamb had to perk an ear up against the wood panel to catch it all.

She feels utterly floored. 

She had been aware of her attraction to the old god the moment he saved her from a permanent death. She had been scared and confused that day, but to the blade for something she hadn't even done, but simply for being born as she was. She had been expecting excruciating pain as she breathed her last, only to find something different.

No pain, just soft white clouds surrounding her. A trail of skulls leading her to the foot of a massive being, one with a wicked smile and promise of rebirth. 

She had been smitten immediately.

On her quest for him she had entertained fantasies of growing closer to him, of being his chosen mate. But that's all they were, fantasies. He had saved her, given her power beyond compare, followers to love and adore her, a chance for revenge on those who hurt her. Of course she fell in love with him along the way.

But that was the purpose of a vessel, to love their god.

She didn’t think he would ever show an interest in her. Lamb’s heart was beating so loudly in her ears, could he hear it? She had to force her words out, they were sticking to her throat.

“I…I suppose we could? Try it?” 

“Really!? You-yes! Okay! Thank you my little lamb, I will…I will meet you tonight. At the temple. Goodbye.” 

With a ‘woosh’ the draping curtains of the confessional were thrown open as The One Who Waits rushed out, leaving the Lamb sitting stock still.

What-

What had she just agreed to?

With the coming of nightfall Lamb felt as if her heart was ready to claw its way out of her chest. The longer the day dragged on, the worse the feeling grew. She was sweating under her fleece and wool, her thoughts scattered to the wind no matter how she tried to focus on her tasks for the day.

What should she even expect tonight? Was this just a simple curiosity Narinder wanted to test? Or something more? The old god was clearly not used to intimacy or emotions, especially not his own being shared. A thousand years in captivity had greatly affected his social skills and tolerance as well. 

Many followers had come to Lamb after he joined the flock, terrified of him and his strange ways. He would follow them around and stare at them for hours as they did their work, not responding to greetings. They would grow terrified they had failed the teachings of the cult and would beg her to not throw them out as heretics.

One follower had even attempted to get Narinder’s attention with a tap on the shoulder, only for the god to rear on them with a hiss and bared fangs, third eye open wide as he glared at them. His fur had stood on end, tail shot up high in a defensive position as blood leaked from his gaze.

No one tried touching him again after that.

Except Lamb. 

She seemed to be the exception to this ‘do not touch rule’. She had brushed past him many times while working, had grabbed his clawed hands to lead him to different parts of their camp for tours and explanations. And now apparently, he wanted to try kissing her.

Did he even realize how intimate a kiss could be? Did he know and felt that she was the only one he trusted for something so soft and sweet? The thought had warmth pooling in her belly, rising higher and higher past her heart to choke her throat. Did she dare to hope?

She fiddled with her wool again, as she’d been doing all day, trying to make herself look more presentable. She tried smoothing it out again, anything to get the crazy curls under control. The red glow of her temple’s lanterns was the only light she had to see by.

The lanterns and candles sprinkled throughout the settlement had been doused hours ago to allow her followers a peaceful night’s rest after their hard work. She had been standing here since the last light went off. 

She hated to think it but…she was worried she may have been led astray.

A few sleepy followers had looked to her as they went to bed, waving goodnight but clearly curious as to what she was doing. None had asked her, just simply shrugged and went to the soft bed awaiting them at home. 

It was so late now, the moon high in the sky, and Narinder wasn’t here. 

It’s possible he changed his mind.

The thought made her frown. She didn’t like the painful jab her heart felt at that thought. He would have told her to forget it right? If he did change his mind…

An even worse thought followed.

Her followers enjoyed pulling pranks, some harmless and others downright dangerous. Was this one of those pranks? Had they caught onto her crush for the god and somehow roped him in on a gag at her expense? Did they think it was funny to play with her heart like this!?

Tears of blood pooled at the corners of her eyes, the Red Crown rattling atop her head with the urge to transform. If this is a prank, she would be furious. Beyond compare. She would show each and everyone of them what happens when you play with the feelings of a godly vessel. Slowly and painfully she’d inscribe it into each of their very souls-

“My little lamb?”

The baritone voice she loved broke her out of her stupor. She whipped around to see Narinder peeking out from the corner of the temple, hidden in shadow. He stepped into the light towards her, his night robes on.

“I-,” He stopped. “My lamb are you-?”

The Lamb realized too late her bloody tears were still wet on her cheeks. She hastily used the edge of her fleece to wipe them away. Narinder stared as she did so, watching in silence until her hands settled back to her side. He cleared his throat, looking to the ground as he spoke.

“I…apologize for my lateness.” He mumbled. Lamb’s ears perked at his words. “I had to…convince myself to come.”

And with those words Lamb’s heart plummeted down, down into the deepest realms below where it could shatter and never be fixed again.

Of course.

How foolish she was.

“Convince?” She managed to choke out. Her tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth, her head was pounding as her blood roared in her ears.

“Yes.” Narinder scuffed his shoe against the cobblestone pathway beneath them. “It took so much more courage than I thought possible simply to ask you to meet me here. I am…” He seemed to shrink in on himself, arms folding as he tried to appear nonchalant. 

“I didn’t think you would actually come. The thought you wouldn’t be here…scared me.” Lamb froze, her heart slowing its downward fall to its shattering. 

“You were…scared?” Narinder gave a displeased huff, rolling his two open eyes.

“Yes. Yes, I was okay? You are a…force to be reckoned with my lamb. Not only did you spare me but you continue to…withstand my presence after everything that happened. I am still surprised you even look my way.”

Her heart was rising faster now, near floating in the bliss his words brought her.

“I’m glad you did come.” She says. “I would hate to have gone back to my rooms disappointed.” More than disappointed really, but he’s here now. It doesn't matter. 

Her words have an obvious effect on him as well. Narinder’s cheeks flushed and a subtle wag of his tail started. He still couldn't look her in the eye.

“I would…hate to leave you wanting.” He muttered, taking a shy step closer to her. She couldn’t stop the fluttering of her pulse or the blissful hum she gave in agreement.

“How would you like to start, Narinder?” She stepped closer as well, her tiny hoof bumping against his own paw on the cobblestone. He was staring wide eyed and flustered, clearly unsure of how to handle their sudden closeness.

“I-I’m not sure.” He whispered.

“Neither am I.” She giggled in response. 

They both relied on instinct to push them forward, doing what felt right. The Lamb brought her tiny hands up towards his much taller frame, settling on his shoulders. His own paws came to sit on her waist. Claws idly picking at the soft material of her fleece. He kept staring at her lips.

Lamb swallowed her nerves, leaning further towards him. For all his years of living, Narinder seemed at a loss. He was frozen in place, staring at Lamb as she grew closer. Her eyes fluttered shut as she pressed her muzzle to his. 

Not quite a kiss, but close to it. She pushed her lips ever so softly to his, as gentle as a butterfly landing, before pulling away. As she opened her eyes she let out a shuddering sigh. She didn't even realize she had been holding her breath.Narinder was still standing stock still, frozen in place. He didn’t even blink.

“Ehem…” Lamb tried to clear her throat, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. She had just kissed him. 

Narinder.

The one she loved.

Her flustering seemed to jolt him back to reality. Narinder blinked hard as his eyes refocused, red slit pupils dilating and contracting as they stared back at her. 

“Was-,” His voice cracked, “was that it? A…a kiss?” He swallowed, looking like the most adorable thing Lamb had ever seen.

“Kind of? More of a uh, a nuzzle. You have to kiss back too.” He flinched.

“Oh! Sor-I apologize. Kiss back…right.”

His claws flexed along her waist, tightening up before releasing again. They both took a deep breath in tandem, and it made Lamb smile. It was reassuring that they were both so nervous. 

“Try again?” She offers.

“Y-yes please.”

Narinder follows her lead this time, leaning forward and letting his eyes fall shut. Their muzzles bump together, Lamb’s nose crinkling in mirth. They’re both so bad at this. Narinder lets out an amused huff, the warmth of his breath wafting over her own lips.

She doesn’t waste anymore time, deciding to take her chance. She pushes her lips to his softly once more. This time the pressure is returned and she feels a delighted tingle spread from her muzzle to the rest of her face, all the way down to the tips of her hooves.

She can’t help the smile that breaks out, the pressure of her kiss dwindling as the muscles pull away to show her joy. She’s kissing Narinder.

Kissing.

Narinder!

She isn't the only one smiling either. Narinder’s own grin was pressing against hers. Neither of them pulled away, keeping their smiles pressed together despite how awkward it felt or looked, reveling in this joyful feeling they shared. Their smiles would relax enough to press another kiss to each other, only to stop when the smiles came back full force.

Finally they pulled away from each other, huffing for breath interrupted by giggles. Narinder pulled Lamb closer to his chest, tucking her head under his chin. His tail was wagging full force behind him as they simply stood there together, breathing and enjoying the night time breeze that surrounded them. Lamb nuzzled herself further into his chest, delighted by the rumbling purr pressed against her ear.

“You know…,” She whispered in the quiet breeze, “there are other things to do with kissing. More to explore.” She felt him stiffen under her slightly. “We can work up to it.”

He immediately went lax again. Her poor dear, still so new to affection.

“I would like that…very much I think.” He whispered into her ear, giving a small nip to the soft velvet flesh. The Lamb couldn’t stop smiling.

#My writing #Cult of the Lamb #The Lamb #The One Who Waits #Narinder #The Lamb cotl #The One Who Waits cotl #Narinder cotl #The Lamb X The One Who Waits #The Lamb X Narinder #True Devotion #True Devotion cotl

[phoenix761fics]

The Grocery List

Fandom: The Boondock Saints

Pairing: Connor x reader

Summary: In which Connor learns not to snoop.

Word count: 600

Tags: language, embarrassing invasions of privacy, implied sexual content

As requested long ago by @/kitkat-589, who wanted to see what would happen if one of the MacManus boys found a partner's smutty fanfiction. It turned out a bit more tame than one might expect, but the humor of it was the most important thing, anyway. Enjoy!

"What's that ye've got there, lass?"

She gave a start, flipped the notebook shut, and rammed her pencil through the spiral. "Nothing," she replied as she moved to stuff it away in her purse. "No biggie. Just...some lists."

"Oh, lists, is it?" Connor teased, sliding into the booth beside her with two cups of coffee. "What kinda lists, then, ta make ye so skittish?"

"I'm not skittish," she argued. "You just startled me in the middle of a thought."

"Musta been a hell of a thought."

She turned to give him an annoyed look and he stared back, blue eyes mischievous as he sipped his coffee. He remained silent through breakfast, though as they left the diner, he asked, "I s'pose it's a grocery list, an ye have shoppin ta do later?"

"Yeah," she agreed distractedly, "yeah, sure…"

"Lyin's a sin, love. Don't make me take ye to confession."

"I'm not lying!"

"Then let me see this list."

"Why do you want to know so--"

With the speed of a diving hawk, he reached into her unfastened purse and snatched out the notebook. She whirled on him and tried to take it back, but he danced out of reach with an ever-widening grin. "A grocery list, ye say?" he asked. "Is it so secret, then?"

"Okay, fine," she huffed, still reaching for the notebook, "it's not a list, now give it back--"

"Yer diary, is it?"

"No. Connor, just hand it here--"

"Do ye write poetry, love? Short stories?" He flipped the book open and skimmed the page where she stopped writing. "Ah, stories it is, then."

"Okay, fine, now you've seen," she said, making a grab for the notebook. "Now give it back and let's move on--"

"Nah, c'mon, lemme see--"

"Connor middle-name MacManus, if you don't hand that--"

His eyebrows shot skyward as he read the pencilled scribbles and he let out a soft whistle. "Might have ta take ye ta confession after all, sweetheart…"

Her face felt so warm, she half expected her head to combust. "For the love of God, Connor…"

"For the love a something. What is this? Blindfolds? Restraints?" He squinted to read where the pencil had smudged, then burst out, "A bottle of lube at the ready?"

She heaved a sigh, then folded her arms across her chest and glared as she waited for him to either give her back the notebook, or get to the really good part…

His eyes widened as he reached the bottom of the page and he stood staring down at the paper for a minute or two before he slowly raised his head to look at her. "Well," he began, then cleared his throat and went on, "well, lass, that was...that wasn't what I expected…"

She lifted one eyebrow. "You think? Maybe next time, you'll respect someone's privacy and take this as a learning experience?"

"Aye, it was that," he agreed vaguely. He closed the notebook and handed it back to her, then waited until it was safely stowed in her purse before he took her hand and led her up the sidewalk. "C'mon, sweetheart, we're off for home."

"Why?" she asked as she followed along. "It's still early."

"Exactly. Means we have all fuckin day ta read yer stories, maybe work em out in real time, so they're nice and accurate...might even start a few new ones…"

She raised both eyebrows but didn't complain. And she would have even less reason to do so once they got home and Connor made good on his suggestion.

She should let him read her notebooks more often.

#boondock saints fanfiction #connor macmanus fanfiction #connor x reader

[moononastring]

Spirit Meets the Bones XVII

Find it all here. Genre: Angst/Romance  Author’s Note: And we are BACK! I will forever be in awe that people liked this story enough to keep waiting. Know that I sincerely appreciate every single one of you and you keep me truly wanting to continue! Feedback is always welcome and very encouraging :) I love knowing what you think so thank you for reading!

the biggest shoutout goes to my girl @finalgirl-steve who has supported me like no other and helped me bounce ideas as well as beta read for me!! you can thank her as well for helping me get the story back up and running ♥️♥️♥️

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Eris hadn’t even felt them winnow. He knew nothing, had sensed nothing, save for Iris and the feeling of her lips on his. All that he was, was being consumed by her. 

She pulled away, a fraction of an inch between them, eyes wide as she stared into her husband’s amber eyes. She barely breathed as he stared and stared and stared.

Mine.

The word clanged in his mind as Iris gripped the front of Eris’s tunic tighter, her fingers tightening as she staggered back slightly. He wondered if she had felt it — the thread tugging at his rib. If she knew how suddenly everything between them made sense. The attraction. The constant need to touch. How right it had felt even when neither of them had wanted it to be.

The Prince of Autumn wondered if it had clicked for her, that Iris was his and he was hers in a way no one would ever be. Something he never thought he’d have. Something he hadn’t even dreamed of being worthy of.

His. She was his and he was hers.

Iris blinked, finally noticing the heat that radiated around them. 

“We’re — we’re on fire.” she whispered, her eyes darting to the flames they were engulfed in then back to his face, cataloging what he was sure was a slightly dazed expression. 

“I know.” he said tightly, his gaze never leaving hers. 

Iris reached out a hand, letting the flame dance between her fingers. “It’s not burning.” 

She watched him in a way that made him feel too vulnerable — too raw. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, then said hoarsely, “My fire would never burn you.” 

And Iris flushed as the words washed over her. At the honesty in them. His fire would burn whomever he wished except for one person — a person he could never harm.

“Oh.” she whispered, her eyes darting across his face and the many emotions Eris knew he was fighting to hide.

But she must feel the sheer amount of intensity between them. She must know.

“Iris —” he rasped and licked his lips. “I —”

“Shut up.” she breathed and met his lips again, pulling him into her once more, and oh, what a kiss. 

Eris’s kiss was an imprint on her very soul and Iris felt and felt and felt. Iris felt so deeply, she wished she hadn’t wasted a single kiss on anyone else. 

She let him tighten his grip and a noise slipped from her lips when his tongue met hers. She wouldn’t let him stop — would simply keep going. They didn’t need to see anyone. They could go home and keep kissing. They could sink right here, out in the open, and simply keep kissing.

“If you don’t stop —” Eris said in between his heated kisses, his hands squeezing her waist, then sliding to squeeze lower and the feeling of his hands on her had gooseflesh erupting all over her skin. “Nothing will stop me from letting this get inappropriate very quickly.”

“If you stop kissing me —” she whispered against his lips, arching into his touch. “I will stab you in so many places —”

He pulled away with a laugh and Iris truly wanted to gut him. But she also wanted to kiss him again and — and have him touch her some more. Face heated, she tried to yank him down to her lips again but Eris smirked, his hands coming to grip her face. She tried not to shudder at the reverent way he held her, at the way his thumbs traced her cheeks so gently. His lips were smirking but his eyes gave away all that he was feeling. It mirrored all that she was feeling.

“Please don’t stab me.” he said in a tone more gently than he had ever used with her, his gaze matching the whirlwind of emotions blazing through her. “I want to keep kissing you but can’t if I’m bleeding out all over my nice clothes.”

Iris couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips. “Such a pretty princess you are.”

“The most pretty of princesses.” he confirmed with a smirk then leaned in and kissed her once more. This kiss a caress, a little hello as they met in the middle. Iris’s hands slid down and she splayed her fingers on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat and Eris growled against her lips, sending a shiver of delight down her spine. 

His lips left hers and Iris was about to protest when his hands slid to wrap around her waist again and he kissed the corner of her mouth instead then slid to pepper her jawline with more. Her knees nearly buckled beneath her when his lips slid to her neck and his tongue darted out to taste. She bit her lip to hold back a groan as Eris’s mouth explored and he certainly had no qualms about the noises that slipped from his lips. 

“You have terrible timing.” he whispered into her skin and Iris’s grip tightened on him. “How am I going to endure this visit now that I’ve gotten a taste of you? How am I supposed to pretend I don’t want to lay you here and taste every inch of you, Iris?”

“I won’t apologize for giving you an excellent thank you gift.” she said breathlessly, her lips twitching when his head lifted from her neck to smirk at her. “You’ve only wanted it since you met me.”

“True.” he said quietly, his eyes holding the predatory gleam she knew so well. “I demand about a thousand more of them.”

The corner of her mouth curled up as Iris slid her hands around his waist and up his back, feeling every inch of his hard muscles through the layers of his clothing. Her eyes were glued to his as they stared at each other once more, the silence between them holding a steady, palpable tension. She wanted him closer, especially as his grip on her tightened again.

It was thrilling. To touch each other so openly, so easily. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself other than kiss him some more. Iris may have hesitated before but now — it seemed hard to resist. 

“I think I can manage that,” she whispered. “But we might be late.”

“I don’t give a shit.” Eris murmured and pressed his lips against hers again. And it wasn’t so much of a kiss as it was an ascension to heaven. 

Iris let out a soft whimper as Eris kissed her fiercely, their kiss a clash of fire. Heat like no other spread between them, their hearts ticking bombs, a volcano of emotions erupting; hands roaming, and suddenly, they couldn’t get close enough. It was an intensity she could barely process, could barely keep up with — but all Iris knew was this deep desire to stay wrapped in him. 

“Eris.” she breathed into him and then gasped when he pressed her firmly into him, feeling exactly how much he liked her lips on his. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans and every touch of his fingers sent a wave of pleasure that seemed to be unraveling her. She felt invigorated and Iris knew she was melting against him, knew she had become putty in his hands when she felt Eris’s smile against her lips.

“See what you’ve been missing, wife?” he murmured against her lips. 

“B-barely much.” she breathed and felt his chuckle tickle her lips as she leaned into him, unable to stop the constant need to have their lips meet. 

“Think of all the other places I will kiss you when we go home, ma —”

But Eris stiffened, the flame that had encased them immediately flaring out and Iris froze in his arms. Her brows furrowed in confusion until the sound of someone approaching became clearer and Eris’s entire demeanor changed. A blink was all it took for Eris’s face to fall back into the sneer he was known for. Another blink had Eris now in front of her, hands clasped behind his back, tension hardening the line of his shoulders as he faced away from her.

“What —”

“Helion may have granted me permission but that doesn’t mean I am always welcome whenever I visit.” he said quietly as the footsteps approached. His stance had hardly shifted but Iris knew he would be ready to strike. “If needed, you winnow right back —”

“Why would I leave?” Iris demanded. “I know how to fight! You taught me.”

“I know that.” he snapped as he looked at her over his shoulder. “But I’d rather wait to know what I’m up against before throwing my m — my wife into —” 

“No.” she objected, jutting out her chin. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Eris’s jaw clenched, cutting himself off when her firm gaze met his and he shuddered. “You’re going to end up being my biggest source of anxiety, aren’t you?” he mumbled with a scowl as she shifted next to him.

“I don’t have to be.” she said with a quirked brow and Eris noted the way she was leaning into his side, staring up at him challengingly. “Don’t try and make this my fault.”

“If you insist on being stubborn all the time and not following directions, it will be.” he said through clenched teeth and flared nostrils, his gaze ravenous as he looked at her. 

Iris swallowed as she watched him but then narrowed her eyes in return, her hands sliding to her hips as she leaned in closer. “I’m happy to follow directions if they make sense and those directions are something I actually want to do.”

“You’re supposed to follow directions even if you don’t want to.” he retorted, his eyes now on her lips, inches away from his. “Especially if it concerns your safety.”

“I don’t think my safety would be jeopardized if I’m with you, husband.” Iris replied, though her tone had no heat in it as the closeness of him threatened to overwhelm her. 

Eris’s own eyes narrowed and he snorted softly. “Your safety would absolutely be jeopardized if you’re with me. Because you’re with me. Enough people dislike me to target you.”

“Well. It’s a good thing I have a knife then.” she shrugged, without losing his gaze.

“And an attitude of reckless endangerment. What an excellent combination,” he said, baring his teeth in a smile that would be threatening to most. Iris had to fight back the urge to kiss him all over again. 

“I can hold my own just fine.” she said firmly and hesitated before lowering her arms from her waist and gently placing a hand on his arm. “You should just listen to me and make things easy for yourself.” 

What Iris really wanted to say was, You’re my friend and my person. I don’t want to leave your side. Instead, she added, “Stop being an idiot.”

“I’m going to throttle you if you keep arguing with me over this.” he mused calmly, his hand coming to settle over hers without a single hesitation. “Your safety is non-negotiable.”

“Neither is yours.” she argued, and Eris tried not to roll his eyes. 

“You know I’ve fought in wars, yes? I will be fine.”

“You are a fool that is very close to getting stabbed.”

“I am a prince who most definitely does not want to get stabbed.”

“A prince that is a pain in the ass.”

“You are on thin ice with my patience, wife.” 

“Oh? And what are you going to do about it, husband?”

The two shared a breath as they seemingly forgot what the source of their argument was, too engrossed in staring at each other and fighting the urge to desperately touch again. Iris didn’t know if she had it in her to stop if they started again and Eris would definitely not be inclined to stop at all. 

Iris licked her lips. “If I kiss you again, will you relax?”

A soft smirk graced his face. “If you kiss me again, I will be the farthest thing possible from relaxed.”

“Hmm.” she mused. “I should definitely kiss you then. That’ll get you to shut up at least.”

“Maybe I should kiss you so you’d quit being so damn stubborn.”

Overwhelming need thumped through her veins as she stared at him and he stared at her. Had a simple kiss intensified whatever it was she was feeling now? It — it seemed ridiculous. Iris licked her lips again as she glanced at Eris, his gaze turning positively wicked. But as she opened her mouth to speak and put an end to this madness, another voice interrupted.

“If I wereanyone else, you’d both be very dead by now.”

Eris’s sword flew out faster than Iris could blink, his eyes never leaving his wife as Iris whipped her head at the sound of the stranger’s voice and found who could only be their gracious host glancing at them. 

And Lucien was very, very amused. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting what seemed to be a very charged argument, brother dear.”

Eris finally looked away from Iris to shoot his brother a glare as Lucien stood there, hands raised by his head and a knowing smirk on his face with Eris's sword at his throat. Eris spared Iris one more glance and squinted at the faint color gracing her lovely face, sensing her embarrassment. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t stab you in the throat.” he said tightly, his body relaxing as he slowly sheathed his sword once more and scowled at his brother. 

“I’m so thrilled at your enthusiasm to see me.” Lucien said with a grin, lowering his arms. “Somehow, I knew it was you causing fires on the outskirts of my home.” 

“Ah, fuck off.” Eris said with a wave of his hand as Lucien chuckled and Iris fought back a smile.

“I take it this isn’t the first time you brothers have drawn swords at each other.” Iris said lightly.

“Look at his obnoxious face. How could I not?” Eris demanded and Lucien snorted.

“If anyone here has cause to stab someone, it would be me stabbing you for being rude all the time.” Lucien said, crossing his arms. “I know that note came from you, asshole.”

Iris’s lips twitched and Eris watched her curiously as she raised her hand. “I would like to say, legally speaking, I am the only one allowed to stab him at this point,” she said calmly. “But since you are his brother, I will allow it if you ask nicely.”

Lucien glanced at Iris and tilted his head. He silently observed her for a moment and then smiled. “We’ve only just met and I am certain we will be the best of friends.”

Iris smiled warmly and held out a hand. “Agreed.” she said. “Iris. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the only brother Eris admits to having. You must be so proud.”

Lucien took her hand with both of his hands and squeezed it. “Lucien. And the pleasure is all mine.” he replied with a grin. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you since I heard about your engagement. You’ve been within choking distance of my brother on a daily basis. I am very jealous.”

“He is very chokeable, isn’t he?” Iris said and glanced at Eris, her lips twitching at the deep scowl on his face. 

And it was a deep scowl indeed because Eris — he was feeling too many things at the moment. The high of kissing her was wearing off and now — now it was starting to catch up to him. 

Frankly, he was going to start freaking the fuck out. 

He…he had a mate. His wife was his mate. And he’d fucken finally kissed her. He had wanted to kiss her some more and possibly slowly peel that damned dress off her — goodness knows he had made an art out of fucking outdoors that he knew Iris would enjoy it too — except of course, of course, his insufferable brother just had to interrupt.

He should’ve stabbed him when he had the chance. 

Eris glanced at Iris and Lucien as they chatted softly. He heard nothing of what they were saying, only watched their lips moving and his heart did a strange spasm at the sight. Two important people of his life smiling at each other, likely talking about him, finally meeting.

He had the strongest urge to vomit.

Squinting himself back to reality, Eris’s face heated at the sound of Iris laughing and the urge to strangle his brother skyrocketed when Lucien high-fived Iris. They already had inside jokes. He wasn’t sure if he liked it.

“I am immediately objecting to this friendship.” he snapped then squinted at Lucien and pointed with one finger, his other hand clasping around Iris’s hand to tug her closer. “Keep your hands off my wife.”

Lucien rolled his eyes and then gave his brother a curious look. “Sensitive today, are we, brother?”

“One more word out of you and I’ll show you exactly how sensitive I can be.” he sneered and glanced down at Iris when she nudged his side.

She gave him a pointed look. “We just arrived. Be nice.”

“But I don’t like him.” Eris argued calmly and Iris rolled her eyes. 

“Should I tell him what you said to me the first time I asked you about him to debunk that statement?”

Eris’s eyes narrowed as he took in his beautiful wife’s teasing expression and gods, if Lucien wasn’t standing right there, he’d devour her. 

“I have no recollection of such a conversation,” he said haughtily then promptly turned to his brother. “Take us to your better half. I like her more than I like you.”

Lucien shot Eris a look that was too knowing for his own good; it was easy to see that Lucien already had so much he wanted to say and it made Eris want to winnow home and avoid the whole thing. As if sensing that one word from him would send Eris bolting, all Lucien did was wave a gracious hand and walk them towards his home. 

And now, they sat in Lucien and Elain’s home, trying to pretend the kiss and grand revelations hadn’t happened. Trying to pretend everything was fine and they hadn’t been interrupted. 

Desperately trying not to pounce on his wife.

Elain had given them such a warm welcome, Eris would forever be grateful to her for making Iris comfortable right away and he tried to focus, to pay attention to the conversation around them as his favorite people got to know each other. He nearly choked on his drink twice.

His mate.

Everything suddenly made so much sense.

And simultaneously, everything just got so much worse. 

He sensed Iris watching him and his hands tighten around his glass. She had no idea, did she? He wasn’t sure if Iris was actually aware of what Eris had figured out. He also hadn’t had a chance to really process what happened and it was all too much. He couldn’t look at her for too long — everything in him ached when he did. Was this what a mating bond was supposed to feel like? 

Someone that was all his own. Someone that was his in a way no one would ever be.

He hated it. This feeling of losing control. Having feelings at all.

Having a mate. 

Oh gods, he liked that more than he’d care to admit. 

He shot back his drink in one gulp then held out his glass that Lucien warily refilled. Iris gave him a bewildered look as she placed her own glass gently on the table then turned back to Elain and Lucien who were watching the two of them with barely contained amusement.

“You have such a beautiful home.” she finally said with a smile. “It’s so cozy and welcoming.”

“Thank you!” Elain said brightly. “Lucien and I really wanted a place that felt that way. Neither of us is much for fanfare.”

“If it was up to Helion, we would be living lavishly inside his obnoxious palace but he was nice enough to let us venture on our own here.” Lucien said with a chuckle.

“That’s very generous of him.” Iris commented. “I didn’t realize you had such a close relationship with him.”

Lucien stole a glance at a mute Eris who only glared at his brother and then gave Iris a small smile. “He has been incredibly good to us both.”

“Eris mentioned you play the piano beautifully.” Elain jumped in with a smile. “Lucien plays really well too! You two will have to play us a song together at some point.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun.” Iris said, smiling widely, and glanced at Eris who still avoided looking at her. “I’d love that! This one has never offered.”

“That’s because he’s terrible at it.” Lucien said with a mischievous grin towards his brother. “Did Eris ever tell you about the one and only time he attempted to play the piano? He was so bad at it, that the instructor resigned almost immediately due to the levels of distress he caused.”

Iris raised her brows at her husband who rolled his eyes at the chuckles around him and finally spoke stiffly, “That idiot was terrible at his job, stuttering like an imbecile. How am I expected to learn to play the piano if his fingers were trembling all over the place?” he asked indignantly.

“As if a measly instructor could stand against the wrath of a tiny Eris.” Elain teased.

“You must’ve petrified him immediately,” Iris commented with a small smile and glanced his way. Eris licked his lips, his gaze flickering to Iris’s mouth and then back up at her eyes. 

“I like instilling fear. It gets people to do what I want much quicker.”

“I doubt that always works for you, does it?”

“There has ever only been one exception, wife.” he replied with a raised brow and Iris flushed, the atmosphere between them immediately tensing.

It took all of his willpower not to pounce on her instantly. He hadn't tasted anything he’d been offered since they arrived and if Lucien and Elain noticed the scent change, they were gracious enough not to show it. His mind kept wandering to what her skin would taste like. What she would look like when he had her splayed before him and spread those lovely thighs to —

He scowled immediately. This was absolutely ridiculous. He was more self-composed than this. Eris would not let himself become an imbecile just because they had kissed and happened to be mates. He stole a glance at his wife as she continued conversing with their hosts.

Mine.

His grip tightened on his glass. In a way, this reaction made absolute sense with the way they’d moved so carefully around each other before. Were they both that pathetic that kissing would seemingly destroy the self-control they had? 

Eris swallowed, ignoring another look from Lucien, focusing only on the drink in his hand. As long as Iris didn’t move too close to him or touch him, he would be fine. He could be composed. He was a Prince.

Who really, really, really wanted to kiss his wife again. And do many, many other things to her.

He stole another glance at Iris and immediately regretted it as she smiled at Lucien then much to his dismay, cautiously placed a hand on Eris’s thigh as she continued, “Eris mentioned you —”

She didn’t get a chance to finish the statement as the glass in his hand shattered and Iris’s head snapped towards her husband in shock.

A beat of silence passed then Eris glanced down at what remained of the glass in his hand and blinked up at his brother. “I think my drink was too strong.” he said lamely.

He shouldn’t have looked at her again but he did and swallowed as Iris’s mouth fell open then closed, baffled for a moment, her eyes flickering between his tense face and his now bleeding hand. She blanched at the sight.

“Are you alright?” Iris demanded and despite her tone, gently took his hand in hers to inspect it.

“I don’t think you should do that.” Eris said tightly. If she kept touching him, he would not make it through the rest of the day. 

“You’re bleeding.” she snapped. “You might have little pieces of glass stuck in your hand and I don’t want you to —”

“Iris — wait —”

“— I need to clean it and then —”

“Lucien.” Eris snapped, snatching his hand out of Iris’s grip, and glanced at his brother with wide eyes. “I need to walk off this drink.”

“I — okay.” Lucien said with a confused glance to his wife then shot his brother a bewildered look. “We can take a walk outside.” 

Iris frowned at her empty hands then looked up at Eris, annoyed. “Well, let me clean your hands first, Eris.”

“I can get something for that — “ Elain began but Eris cut everyone off as he stood abruptly.

“I need fresh air.” he said hoarsely and gestured to the shattered glass. “Nobody touch that. I will clean it.”

“Eris – “ Iris tried again but he whirled rather wildly towards her and she froze.

“Wife.” he rasped. “If I stay here for another moment, I will do something very, very stupid and will not have a single slither of regret. Now, if you will all excuse me, I will walk this drink off.”

And the three of them watched silently as Eris briskly exited the room.

Lucien paused for a moment and looked at Iris curiously as she stared after her husband in disbelief. 

“Well.” Elain blinked. “That was rather dramatic of him.”

“I can’t believe him.” she muttered then turned to Elain. “I’m so sorry for the mess. I don’t know what made that happen but let me go check on —.”

“I’ll go see what’s wrong.” Lucien interrupted gently. “He’s my brother. I can handle this.”

Iris took a step forward but paused as Lucien waved her off with a reassuring smile. She gave Lucien a tight smile in return as he left to follow Eris and bit her lip. He had — that was — she wasn’t sure what that was but Iris could only stand dumbfounded.

“That doesn’t mean they’re going to hit each other, does it?” Iris asked quietly after a moment, her eyes still searching for wherever Eris had escaped to. 

“Maybe, but it’s all done lovingly,” Elain said and Iris turned to find her holding back a laugh. “Being affectionate with each other makes them nauseous.”

“Not surprising in the slightest.” Iris said then shook her head with a sigh, holding out her hands. “I’m sorry if things are…tense.”

Elain’s lips twitched. “Don’t even worry about it…first meetings and all.” she began gently. “Did something happen before you came? You seem to be worried about him.”

Iris flushed instantly and looked away from Elain towards the door Eris had exited from. 

Did something happen? Why, yes. She had finally kissed her husband and had been about two seconds away from climbing him like a tree. Iris bit her lip and glanced at Elain who encouragingly patted Iris’s arm. 

“Don’t feel pressured to say anything. I just want to make you feel comfortable.”

Iris groaned. “You’re so nice. I’m sorry we’re being — whatever this is.” she immediately said, waving a hand and Elain laughed.

“It’s fine! You have no idea how strange it is to see Eris with a wife.”

“You have no idea how strange it is being Eris’s wife.” she said with a huff of laughter. “He’s so…. ridiculous. What kind of exit was that!”

“He’s always been that way.” Elain said with a chuckle. “But don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Oh, I’m not too worried. I’m definitely going to choke him later for this.”

Elain raised a brow then smiled knowingly. “Will you? You seemed very concerned a few moments ago.”

Iris blinked then as calmly as possible said, “I can’t stand him actually.”

“You’re about to break your neck to see him through the window.”

“I want to break his neck,” Iris replied, momentarily distracted when she saw her husband pass by said window. She could tell he was frustrated by his pacing and it made her tense. Was he — was he truly upset by the timing of their kiss? She knew he liked it but something — something had shifted his thought process. Iris had hardly been given a moment to really think it all through, but Eris seemed ready to launch himself into the sun.

It was just a kiss. A kiss that felt so…right. At least for her. 

Iris narrowed her eyes at the open window even though Eris hadn’t passed by it again. Had she done something wrong? Was it bothering him that she was friendly with Lucien after all the jokes she made about him? She blinked. That couldn’t be it. He had been looking forward to them being friends.

“Yes, that is the exact look someone has when they want to break someone’s neck.” Elain said with a laugh and Iris turned back to her sister-in-law. She gave Elain a sheepish smile and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Again, I’m sorry.” she said quietly, her fists clenching then unclenching. “We had a…difficult morning before coming here and then had a bit of a moment right before we came —”

“Yes, Lucien mentioned something about that.” Elain said and Iris’s face flushed again at the grin on her face. She opened her mouth then closed it, brows furrowed.

“How?” she then demanded. “He was with us the whole time.”

“Mating bond,” was all Elain offered then giggled at Iris’s indignant expression. “I have to say, I’m very happy that you two seem to be getting along well.”

“Did you miss the part where I said I wanted to break his neck?” 

Which, of course, was a lie anyone could see right through. Iris wanted to kiss his neck maybe. See how he liked it if Iris decided to get a taste of him the way he had teased her outside.

“Getting along very well, it seems.” Elain said and Iris was mortified to realize the scent of the room had changed. 

“Oh gods.” came her response and Elain let out a hearty laugh as Iris covered her face. “I’m so sorry. This is disgusting. We just met — I’m in your home — this is absolutely his fault for behaving like a —”

Elain only patted her back sympathetically and tried not to laugh again. “Please, don’t apologize. This is extremely amusing.” she said. “Besides, I lived with my sister and her mate for a while. I’ve learned to very quicklytune out anything I don’t wish to see, smell, or hear.”

Iris pursed her lips, squinting at Elain who poorly attempted to hide her glee.

“To be fair, this is our first time out in public where we can be comfortable with each other.” Iris muttered, fingers smoothing down the fabric of her dress. “Usually, we have to pretend I’m a doormat and he’s a maniac.”

“Oh, I understand.” Elain said with a snort, “Try to pretend you don’t want to jump his bones while your sisters and their friends are all in one room.” 

Iris tilted her head curiously. “Eris mentioned you and Lucien took time to get to know each other.” 

Elain smiled down at her hands. “I had a hard time coming to terms with turning fae and getting a mate all in one breath.” she said and glanced at Iris. “Once I let myself give Lucien a chance, it was a whole different battle trying not to have everyone else know I wanted him just by being in the same room.”

The corner of Iris’s mouth lifted at Elain’s expression. “I bet Lucien enjoyed that.”

“He kept behaving like a true gentleman which only made me feel like a wild woman desperate to get his clothes off.”

Iris laughed then gave Elain a pointed look, thinking of every moment her husband had said the most scandalous things to her. “Yeah, no. Eris is just a heathen. Nothing gentlemanly there.”

Elain snorted. “Sure.” she teased. “Judging by the glass all over my floor, I’d say he’s struggling a lot more than you think.”

At the reminder, Iris rubbed a hand to her forehead, roses blooming on her cheeks. He had been right. Kissing him right before this visit had been a terrible idea. Now she wanted to hurtle herself into the sun. 

“I should go check on him.” she said quietly, giving Elain a small smile. “As much as I want to punch him in the face much of the time, I — I want to make sure he’s okay.”

Elain’s gaze softened and she shared Iris’s smile. “He’ll be fine, Lucien pushes his buttons but he’ll make sure Eris is okay.”

Iris nodded slowly, her gaze back towards the open window where she could see Eris and Lucien talking in the distance. She had to fight back the urge to follow him and instead turned back to Elain, who was watching her with that same smile.

Flushing, Iris let out a nervous chuckle. “Sorry. This is all…” she started and waved a hand. “Very new for me.” 

Elain chuckled. “I’ll bet.” Her sister-in-law watched her for a moment then spoke gently, “He’s been very lonely, you know.” she said. “He pretends otherwise but…I think he’s needed someone like you for a long while now.” 

Iris felt her smile slowly slide off her face and she glanced down at her hands. 

“Eris always says how we’re two sides of the same coin,” she began in a low voice. “The more time I spend with him, the more I see how much we work well together. How much we…match.”

Even if it scared the living shit out of her.

“It didn’t start off that way though, did it.” Elain said, the corner of her mouth ticking up.

Iris shook her head and said softly, “No, it did not…but I think we were meant to find each other. Unpleasant circumstances aside, I…am glad for it.” She licked her lips and tugged gently at her ear. “I’m assuming he, uh, mentioned how we got married.”

“He might have.” Elain said slyly and Iris rolled her eyes.

“He comes by here often enough, doesn’t he?” she asked with a chuckle as she glanced around the home. “My beautiful flowers are always from you.” 

Elain laughed and reached out to squeeze Iris’s hand. “I hope that’s okay.” she said gently. “I’m always so happy he feels comfortable sharing with Lucien and me. They haven’t had it easy. We’ve gotten a lot closer.”

Elain gave Iris a warm smile as she continued, “Despite the rough start you two had, I’m glad he has you to shake him up and get him out of the mold everyone keeps trying to shove him in.” she said. “You see him. And he needs that more than anything. He isn’t used to kind or gentle and Eris may not want that all the time but he certainly needs it.”

Kindness. Iris thought about that word and what her mother-in-law had told her.

“You and Lady Enya share similar thoughts.” 

“She is our mother-in-law and we both strongly disliked her sons at first.” Elain said with a wink. “This wouldn’t be the first time she’s dealt with this.” 

Iris let out a chuckle, smoothing down her dress again. “The last thing I ever expected was Eris Vanserra to be kind to me.” she said quietly. “It’s been so…unexpected.”

Elain smiled knowingly. “I felt so wary of Lucien at first. I didn’t want anything to do with him.” she said then shrugged as her smile turned fond. “But we were meant to find each other too. He was my mate for a reason and despite the circumstances of our meeting, Lucien was one of the best things that happened to me.”

A mate. Gods, Iris thought. She had gone into this marriage barely wanting a husband but now…she not only had a husband, but a friend. She wondered if…would it be silly to think that Eris could be her mate? The intensity between them would certainly make sense but…mates were equals in some way and Eris…well, she certainly was not on equal footing. 

He was the son of a High Lord. She was the daughter of a fiend. 

A shitty father was the common denominator between them but…he was still hers now. Her husband.

And her shitty father couldn’t take that away from her.

The word mine flashed through her mind.

She pursed her lips and rubbed at her forehead gently. Too much was happening so fast. Too many emotions, too many feelings. Iris wasn’t so sure she was ready for everyone to know exactly how she was feeling. Until she felt brave enough to figure it out.

“I…tolerate him.” she finally said and Elain rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Right.”

Iris gave her sister-in-law a pointed look, changing the subject. “He speaks so highly of you. I want to know more about you and Lucien. I’d love to know what it’s been like to live in this court.”

“And know more about Eris too, I presume?” Elain asked and it was Iris’s turn to roll her eyes at the suggestive look on her sister-in-law’s face.

“If you’d like to share.” Iris said casually. “I guess it would be interesting to know what he’s like through your eyes.” 

“You guess, huh?” Elain asked with a wiggle of her brow and Iris’s lips twitched.

“I wouldn’t say no to whatever you decided to share.” she said with an air of indifference and Elain laughed.

“The first time I was in direct contact with him after the war was at a ball.” Elain began with a grin. “We didn’t even speak to each other, we just observed each other from a distance. I think he was trying to scope me out and tell Lucien about me.” She rolled her eyes with another fond smile. “He ended up proposing to my sister that evening.”

“Did he now?” Iris asked with as light of a tone as possible. She would not get jealous of something that happened before her time or of Elain’s mysterious sister who had to be magnificent to get a reaction like that from Eris. Nope, she would not be jealous at all.

Elain froze. “Had he not mentioned that?” she squeaked and Iris snorted.

“No, but I am very intrigued,” she said. “Please Elain, don’t hold back now.” 

Like a deer caught in the wild, Elain blinked rapidly as her cheeks turned pink and Iris couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I think I should stop talking.” Elain said promptly.

“And I think we should take a walk in your beautiful garden that Eris is always raving about and make fun of my husband.” Iris said with a pointed look. “You’re the only one I can get true intel from, Elain.”

Elain groaned, covering her face with her hands which only made Iris smile. “I shouldn’t have said anything! I feel terrible!”

Iris chuckled and nudged her with a shoulder. “There’s nothing to feel terrible about. This was before my time and besides, you really expect Eris to tell me about something like that?” she said with an eye roll. “Eris sharing anything is like him trying to pass a kidney stone the size of a building.” 

Elain snorted and then doubled over laughing. “Oh, you! I like you.” she said and then gave her a sly look. “You’re right. Let’s take a walk and get to know each other better. I’ll spill some secrets while we’re at it that you absolutely did not get from me.”

Looping an arm through Elain’s, Iris patted her hand. “Secrets? What secrets?” Iris said airily. “We’re just going to take a walk and you’re going to tell me all about your lovely garden.”

“Of course.” Elain agreed with a serious nod. “Nothing about your husband, of course.”

“Naturally. Talking about him is nauseating.”

Elain let out a laugh and shook her head. “Yes, so nauseating you can’t keep your eyes off him for a moment.” 

And indeed, the moment Iris stepped outside, her eyes locked in on her husband and his pacing once more. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

#eris vanserra #eris vanserra x oc #spirit meets the bones #with a little elucien in the mix #I hope you all enjoy eris having a mental breakdown #it'll get worse in the next one lmao #I hope you like it 🥺 #I thrive on comments and need validation lol #If you weren't tagged I assumed you didn't want me to because you didn't reply to the tagging post lol #but if you want to be tagged for future things please just let me know! #If some of your tags don't work I'm unsure why! it might be your settings not allowing blogs to tag you #but just let me know! #myfic #smtb

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things I would like to know about fellow writers

I was tagged by @dustdeepsea, thank you!! (:

Putting a cut in this because I'm very specific in some sexual language (not about my sexual history).

For this reason I'm too shy to tag anyone else, but if you see this and want to answer the questions, please consider yourself tagged by me.

Last book I read: The last book I finished must've been American Gods.

Greatest literary inspiration: I don't know. I like reading for reading and for learning, but no one that I really want to write like, and I feel bad for naming big names, still. JRR Tolkien, Douglas Adams, Diane Duane, Isaac Asimov (the short story Liar! has really stuck with me). And even then, that might influence how I used to write original fiction, but not at all how I write fanfiction, which I do almost exclusively now. I write far more original poetry than original fiction, and then ... I'm inspired by my mother, people in my community, all the music I listen to.

My fanfiction is a little inspired by my friends. I was going to link their a/o3 accounts but realized they may not want that. fghdfghdfg

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: Let's think of 3 for bg3 and 3 for fire emblem.

Vlaakith's defeat. - Idk enough about githyanki politics / how many "elite" forces (if any) are at her disposal.

Minsc's homecoming. - I feel like I'd have to play the first two games to be up to this.

He Who Was in control of his faculties but subbing very sweetly for Tav/Durge of any gender with bondage, hair pulling, overstimulation, spanking and the presence of a knife (I'd say knifeplay, but I don't mean bloodplay / cutting for him). - Reminder that this isn't a w/endy's, it's my blog.

Slowburn, longfic of Marianne moving to Faerghus with her eventual marriage to Dimitri. - Time.

Shura holding Kana for the first time. - I could write this. I won't.

Kink scene, free-use Hilda where her inner monologue is as complex as she is while still being wildly indulgent. - I started this wip; Hubert was also up for grabs in it. But it isn't happening.

Wait, also, Sylvain x Mercedes x Dedue starting a relationship with miscommunication and pining. - Planning this feels hard. fghdfg

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: 

With the note that I know I have at least 5 enablers who will (probably?? fdghfgdhfdg) always express interest in my completion of a project even if the won't read it, and so "nobody" being interested applies to strangers:

Komira and Locke, either domesticity or sexual intimacy.

A fic where Wyll and Ulder talk and it results in reconciliation, and then a bigger rift, and then understanding (people really don't like Ulder).

My Blaiddyd Bastard oc Almanzor learning to let go of the hang-ups on sex his parents gave him and fucking my oc Peregrine.

My oc Fae as a Student AU longfic.

You can recognise my writing by: The temptation to insult my own writing is so, so strong, but I don't mean to insult anyone who reads my stuff and enjoys it so I have to be nice. Hm. I don't know. "The way I write dialogue / inner reflection" is vague, but it's all I've got.

My most controversial take (current fandom): You guys (gender neutral and vague) can't call that shit self-insert if it's a non-human Tav (or Durge). It's first or second person writing (often, and not even always lately???), and x Reader fic, but self-insert To Me means that either any reader or at least the author has to be able to picture themself Being Inserted into the story. I haven't seen 1 isekai situation using this tag, which isn't a requirement, but you're giving the self-insert tiefling-tails and backstories, which is fun, but that's not a self-insert to me.

Top three favourite tropes: Slowburn (or emotional slowburn, sexually complicated), Hurt/Comfort (emotional or physical, whatever), Battle Relationship.

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): How current is current? Because potentially 0/10. I'll say 4/10 though.

Share a random frustration: I hate psyching myself out of a project because I worry something won't make sense (and I should post it anyway) or that it won't be up to my personal standards for myself.

[kukuandkookie]

wip titles meme

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @crimsonrainseekingflower! 💕💕💕

Thank you for the welcome surprise—another one I finally discovered once I looked at my notifications and stuff! Fortunately this time I’m remembering to make my own post haha. 😆

I hope you don’t mind if I also divide by fandom, and these only vaguely include a couple art wips!:

SVSSS:

Grave Matters

Cinderella III: A Twist in Time AU!?

Just a Dream (is this unfortunately a lame-ass title 😔)

Haunting You

Singles’ Day

TLJ/ZZL/LBH/SXY ADDAMS FAMILY AU??????????

Bingqiu White Snake (animated movie) AU

Waiting for the Tree Branches to Bloom Again

Safe from the Storm

I See in Both Your Eyes (Something Indigo)

AU: The Lion King II??

Family Meal Goes “Wrong”

TLJ’s Lament

LBH²

狗哥狗哥，你真了不得 (Gou-ge, Gou-ge…)

Slavic Vampires…

CNY Dumplings Competition

Enchanted (because we’re doing this now, I guess)

Limb Regeneration What If?? 🤔

Of Costumes and Candies (Something Orange)

Something Old, Something New, and… (Something Blue)

SV OTGW AU

I Ship My Rival x Me AU

I Have to be a Great Villain AU

Happiness Just Out of Reach

Lost and Found

Words to Heart

Breathing Smoke Into the Lungs

HORRIBLE NEW IDEA: Maybe title: Just Enough. Just Enough for Me

Love Letters (that’s all I got so far *insert deepfried emote here*)

Daycare AU???

Hmmm. Prince x Princess AU?

Xi Yang Yang AU

Gongzhu

Followers Milestone Celebration

Teacup scene

I Think My Uncle Ships Us Help

Unattainable

I’d Like to Try Staying Awake (for You)

Breaking the System (aka Fuck the System? Literally or—jk jk lmfao)

Bonuses include the latest chapters for I’d Rather Spend My Whole Life Asleep (With You) and To Tame a Beast, except the former doesn’t have a wip title. The latter does in the sense that the chapter title is Pixiu!

Erha:

Putting the Musing in Amusement Park

This Venerable One Will Not Be Outdone

What You Left Behind/Do You Also Miss Me?

[The] Romance of Wolf/Husky and Haitang

Ghost Bride (Corpse Bride but Chinese?? And Reincarnation)

Reconciliation

Fifteen Growing Up Flirty

Out of the Closet (and Into Your Arms)?

The Prince and the Pauper (but based on The Princess and the Pauper because I’m a criminal who hasn’t read the original 😂)

Wo Jia Dashixiong Naozi You Keng but with an Erha Twist

TW WARNING FOR THIS ONE but Passive suicide ideation fic

IDK WHAT TO WRITE FOR CWN’S BDAY… GOD SOMEONE SEND HELP GFGKDFHGKSDFHG (this one has a more polished but still wip version titled CWN Birthday Fic: Past, Present, or Future, I Want to Celebrate With You 😆)

Jiaoren CWN

Priest CWN & demon MR…hehehe (now a Dianran AU?)

More Than Just Puppy Love

Flower Shop…Redemption…Thingy?

From Wanton Wants to Wonton Wonders

A Taste of What Could Have Been

Screwdriver

First Bow to Heaven and Earth

Hidden Love AU

Mo Ran pulls a Bing-ge

Mind(-Reading) Games

Stone Lion

Swallowed Flowers

Confessions (Role-Swap AU)

TXJ Week (help we’re way past that now 😔): De-Aged Fic

A Tear in My Heart aka Read You Like an Open Book aka To Leave a Piece/Page of Me in the Nooks and Crannies of You?

Shi Mei Jiaoren Fic: [I’m] Afraid to Live Without Breathing

I also have a lot of Erha and SVSSS fic ideas that are unfortunately just blurbs in my ideas document right now and not full-on wips so they don’t have any titles I can share. 😔

Misc:

First Times, Second Chances, and Third Time’s the Charm…s (?) (Link Click)

Missing a You of Another Time (Link Click)

Danmei, xianxia-esque story (Link Click)

Suriel/Sariel

Call of the Wolves (specifically chapter 78)

Chuju the Chou

Papillon and Akuma’s Story

Papillon and Akuma Role Reversal AU Story

Circinus and Pyxis

Smoke & Mirrors

Dimension Hoppers

Take Me Back to Hell (All Saints Street)

I’ll Love You Until All the Stars Fall from the Sky (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei?)

Fengxi like Shade in Firewing (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Mafia AU Xuanli x Laojun (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Continuation of Falling for You (White Cat Legend)

How Could I Ever Ask You to Love Me? (White Cat Legend)

My Shadow It Follows Me

The Us of the Present Could Perhaps Be Just as Tender as the Us of the Past (Scissor Seven)

A Conversation With a Dead Man (MDZS)

Magical Girl AU (MDZS)

Xue Yang’s Regrets (MDZS)

Ao Bing and Nezha in a shoujo high school AU… That’s it. That’s the whole idea (Nezha 2019)

Surprising the Un-Surprise-Able (I Have to be a Great Villain)

Xianxia AU (Kiss the Abyss)

Breathing New Life (Kiss the Abyss)

I Will Chase You to the Ends of Time and Space (Kiss the Abyss)

A Family Outing (Beryl and Sapphire)

Just Some Gay Little Dudes (Beryl and Sapphire)

Steven Universe AU (Beryl and Sapphire)

Something as Sweet as You (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

A Present to be Cherished (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

I Ship My Adversary x Me and 严禁造谣 Crossover? AU Swap?

Additional misc wips I haven’t touched in forever are the latest chapters for The World Doesn’t Deserve You (MDZS) and Frostbite (All Saints Street). 😅

And as a bonus, these aren’t at all “official” yet but the more I read for some manhua the more I’m tempted to write fics for them… For example, a fic for Blemishing the Contaminated or My Lovely Troublemaker season 2 would be so cute, even if I don’t exactly have any clear or obvious ideas for them. 🥺

Phew, wow. I had way more wips than I expected AKFJSKFHSJS. Some are honestly just super half-baked documents tucked away in a folder with only a title and outline, but I hope something here was of interest to you guys. 😆💖

As for tagging…

I also don’t think I’m capable of tagging as many people as I have wips otl. So I hope you guys don’t mind if I tag just a few of you!

@ezrathesplit @levia-kun @yumichanhamano @softdekus @rongzhi @azunshi

(Of course, if you would rather not, feel free not to do this!)

#kuku rambles #kuku88 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #svsss #erha #2ha #scum villain’s self-saving system #人渣反派自救系统 #the dumb husky and his white cat shizun #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #bingqiu #ranwan #and a bunch of other ships 😆 #beryl and sapphire #kiss the abyss #I ship my rival x me #I ship my adversary x me #我磕了对家x我的cp #I have to be a great villain #严禁造谣 #link click #shiguang daili ren #时光代理人

[ashes-writing]

the power of love pt five | stranger things ; s.harrington

A/N ; This chapter is brought to you by my undying need to insert even more sexual tension into a situation, a fuckload of cherry coke and just me, wanting to write some friendly flirting because I haven't really played with it a whole lot intentionally before. So if you pick up on those vibes when you're reading this, yay! I've done what I set out to do. For the next chapter, I am going to get Dustin in there with these two, I swear it. I just.. I need him to have time with Steve and his sister.

also, v.v bad idea to put 8675309 on your 80's / ST designated playlist because it's a brain worm and whew, does it ever invade...

Anyway, to everyone who takes the time to read this, leaves feedback in any form and esp the comments and tags I've gotten lately. You guys are seriously making my little heart so so so happy and you don't know how much it means / how much it all motivates me to keep at these. Thank you, thank you, thank you and I love you all.

-Ashes

Pairing ; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; Set in season 2 minus the upside down and it's unholy terrors and all the deaths / other assorted fuckery. If you like stories with heavy sexual tension and friends to lovers dynamic, that is this. This is more of a slice of life fic than the show it's based on bc no otherworldly stuffs. Anyway.. No deaths here. No russians / demothings / upside down.

Tag List ; @aries-arcade @allelitesmut @krys-orion @musichealsscars @hcloangcls @scoobiessnacks @heyaitsklaudia are the only people on my Stranger Things tag list. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; mentions of the devils lettuce, heaaavy sexual tension, lotsa touching, friendly flirting, a little mutual pining and one real awkward "sex bad don't do it" lecture in the gym before a big high school dance as per the time period.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open -> send me things. Pls. I beg. I'm doing headcanons and fluff or filth alphabet letters. No wrestling though.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

“There is not enough coffee in the world to make me stay awake through this.” your muffled statement has Steve glancing up at the back of your head. Since there was a big formal dance coming up, the school board apparently saw fit to cram all of the juniors and seniors together in the gymnasium  for a little impromptu sex ed course. Based solely on why they should abstain, of course.

Steve snickers to himself when your next grumbled remark is along the lines of, “How am I supposed to take any of this shit seriously when you can’t even say vagina or clit without flinching, though? Jesus.. We didn’t need this. This is just plain awkward. Literally no one asked for this."

You rub your temples for a third time and Steve leans forward to whisper against the shell of your ear in concern. “You okay?”

“I slept for shit last night, Harrington. Not to mention, I haven’t seen my reading glasses in weeks now because last time me n’ Val had a midnight smoke sesh, I put ‘em somewhere and now I can’t remember where.” you turn to face him, giving a sheepish little shrug.

Steve bit back a laugh while shaking his head. "You kind of need your glasses, woman, damn it... “Wait. You smoke too?” he asks as it sinks in what you've said about how you lost them in the first place.

You laugh quietly. “Yeah, on occasion. To relax.”

He can see the pain in your eyes when you start to rub your temples again. “Jesus. I wish I’d slowed down enough this morning to take something for this.”

He remembers the little massage you gave him. How they always seem to help him feel better.

And maybe he just wants to make you feel better. Deep down, he knows it’s a lot more than just wanting to make you feel better, but making you feel better is the more important reason he chooses to do what he does next.

“Okay, that’s not just a little migraine. Lay your head in my lap…” Steve coaxes, patting his thigh as he looks at you.

“Steve, no.” you're blushing a little, you can feel it when your cheeks burn hot. "I'll be fine. Just need to nap at some point or something."

“C’mon, the coach isn’t even looking back here, it’ll be fine. Look, “ he flashes you the megawatt grin that you used to swear had absolutely zero effect on you and that you now know that train of thought to be a lie and you sigh. Steve continues, “At least let me try, alright? You look like you’re really in pain.”

“Okay, fiiiine. We better not get in trouble, Harrington.” you mumble as you stretch yourself out on the wooden bleacher, your head resting against Steve Harrington’s thick jean clad thigh. His fingers are rough and clumsy and you wince when he puts entirely too much pressure on the most painful area, he apologizes immediately and you bite your lip, reassuring him you’re okay in a whisper.

He gazes down at you in concern but you coax him to keep going. “Seriously, my migraines are so bad that what I do for you when you get one while we’re studying doesn’t help.. But if you wanna try, by all means..” you settle back down against his leg.

Steve flexes his hands and cracks his knuckles. And just so the teacher and the coach giving this stupid pointless class don’t get suspicious and call attention to what’s going on, Steve does his best to look like he’s paying attention and really listening. You start to relax when Steve’s fingers start to rub gentle circles against your temples. More carefully, this time. As he does it, you can feel yourself starting to get sleepy a little bit and this probably has everything to do with the way Steve starts to alternate massaging your forehead with dragging thick fingers slowly through your hair and over your scalp.

“Mr. Harrington. Ms. Henderson. If what I’m seeing is anything to go by, maybe you two should pay attention.” the elderly English teacher looks absolutely scandalized when she glances in the back row to find your head on Steve’s thigh with Steve mindlessly rubbing your temples and playing with your hair.

And down in the middle section of the bleachers, Nancy happens to glance up and back to see what the teacher was talking about. And when she catches the way Steve is looking down at you while you have your eyes closed, she smiles to herself a little.

Maybe this time is different. Maybe he really will be okay. Maybe her original statement earlier in the week after hearing the rumor that you and Steve were hanging out a lot more lately, maybe it was wrong.. Maybe just because she didn’t see it working, maybe that didn’t mean it wouldn’t work.

Barb nudges her and laughs softly. “See? I told you there wasn’t any sense to stay together when you both wanted different things.” and Nancy nods. “I know, just… it was so hard to do it and I know I hurt him.”

“It’ll be okay.” Barb insists. “Just trust me.”

She faces the front again, both you and Steve completely unaware.

The teacher clears her throat impatiently. Your quiet snores have Steve snickering to himself. “Okay, alright. We’re listenin.”

When the teacher is satisfied that she’s scolded him -and he’s charmed her with that megawatt grin he’s known for to make her move on to other students, Steve leans down and mutters quietly, “You kinda fell asleep on me.”

You sit up and stretch, yawning.

Steve snickers quietly. “Have a good nap?”

“Bite me, Harrington. It’s that stupid essay the ball breaker wants us to have a rough draft of just two days after she assigned it.” you grumble, leaning against him just a little before you can stop yourself. The pain has eased up just a little and you giggle about that. “Huh.. the massage thing never works on my migraines.”

The bell to end the whole awkward attempt at a lecture on sexual safety finally rang and you stood up, yawning. 

“That was the single most awkward and unnecessary thing they’ve ever done.” you muse as the two of you are walking out of the gymnasium. Steve chuckles and nods in agreement. “Kinda worth it to watch the coach literally cringe every time he had to use the clinical name for basic human anatomy though.” he admits, laughing. You nod. “And that old hag, ugh… Just because you were giving me a temple massage, what the hell? I mean, yeah, my head was on your thigh but it’s not like…” you go quiet and you laugh at yourself, cheeks burning hot. Steve can tell you’re flustered and somehow, knowing what you were about to say doesn’t really help the situation he’s managed to create for himself by offering the massage in the first place. He’s just glad you didn’t feel it somehow.

“Yeah.” he laughs. “Exactly that.”

When you blurt out what you do next, you honestly want to crawl in a hole and die. And you instantly get the feeling that if he thought he was getting laid, he’ll be done now. Totally distant. Because he’ll move on to someone with any sort of actual experience.

“I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t know what to do with it if it smacked me right in the face. Kind of still a virgin.” you shrug it off. “Not like it’s a big deal or anything.” you insist as soon as you realize what you’ve just said and you regain the common sense enough to be properly flustered by it. Steve nearly chokes on air and takes a deep breath. Chuckling quietly. “You are, huh?”

“Mhm.” you’ve stopped at your locker and you’re switching out your books. Steve leans on the locker beside yours and all he can do is replay what you’ve just said over in his head a thousand times. And stare at you while you’re coating your lips with chapstick or something that smells like bananas.

You lock eyes in the reflection of your mirror and just to ease any tension your stupid little confession just a second ago might have created, you stick out your tongue at him and he does it back. “It’s not a bad thing, ya know…If you were like.. Ashamed when you admitted it.” Steve doesn’t want you to feel bad about it, he wants to reassure you that it’s okay. You turn around to face him just as he’s stepped closer and this puts you body to body. At which point, you place your hand against his chest and give a cheeky grin. “Oh, I’m well aware of that. And I’m not ashamed. I just.. Ya know… Never really slow down enough to consider… Doing that?” you twist hair around your finger as you gaze up at him thoughtfully. “Too busy nearly getting myself in over my head, let’s be honest.”

“I mean, you have almost died on me three times in a month.” Steve sticks out his tongue at you as he says it.

“I have not! I have not almost died!” you pout a little, laughing. 

“Woman, having you in any kind of crowd or out in traffic or a parking lot makes my anxiety level shoot through the roof.” Steve’s teasing, he’s laughing at you, but it’s done in care.

 When you realize you’ve stepped so close to him that there is no space left between you both, you gulp. And your brain goes into immediate shutdown mode, all over again because the contrast of muscle against your softness is enough to send you into overload.

And you want to kick yourself for it.

But you manage to somehow outdo yourself for the overwhelming urge to touch the guy even though you know you shouldn’t and before you know it, you have a hand on his bicep as you lick your lips and look up at him. “Yeah, this lipgloss shit is tasty. I remember why I stopped wearing it now.” you mumble, mostly to break up the tension. Steve clears his throat and tries to make his brain focus. “It is, huh?”

“Mhm. Tastes like bananas.” you mutter, trying not to watch as he licks his lips but failing miserably. And you hear your own words to Valerie way back at the beginning of the month coming back to you. 

Breathe. He’s literally just a normal guy.

“We’re still on for later, right?” Steve asks. You nod. “Yeah. You better have food in your house this time, Harrington. How the hell you sustain life on Spaghettio is totally astounding. Better yet, be ready when I come over, alright?”

Steve chuckles. “Bossy today, huh?”

“Please?” you give him this cute little pleading look and he nods. Clears his throat because apparently this little pleading look you’ve just pulled out of your hat to use on him is yet another thing about you that’s going to make his brain go brr.

And he’s telling himself not to, but he can’t help falling a little more.

“Where are we going, hm?” he asks quietly.

“I’m taking you to an actual grocery store, alright? With real food.”

He chuckles. “Oh you are, huh?” “Yes. Yes, I am. Because all that processed shit can’t be good for you, sir.” you do it again, reach up to fluff his hair before walking away down the hall to your class.

Steve leans heavily against the locker and lets his head fall back against it. “Fuck.” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

“Flustered you again, huh?” Tommy’s laughing beside him. Wordlessly, he reaches out and gives Tommy Hagan the slightest friendly shove. “Shut up.”

“It’s true, though.. Right?”

“Maybe a little. If she had one tenth of a clue, man.”

“But maybe her not havin a clue is a good thing. If she was aware, man.. She’s an antagonist. She’d probably use it to drive you crazy, buddy.” Tommy shrugs.

“Ha fuck you ha.” Steve scowls at Tommy.

“I’m not rushing into anything. Besides… I still think you and Hargrove are fucking stupid and totally wrong. She’s not into me.”

“Why? Just because she’s not throwing her panties in your face like other girls always did?”

“Well, that’s one reason. Look, this is all throwing me for a loop. And there’s the shit with Nance, still getting my head together.”

“Yeah, yeah.. In other words, you’re being a little bitch.”

“Am not.”

“You are, man. You really are.” Tommy shrugs, ducking the lazy punch Steve sends to his bicep.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington x henderson!fem reader #steve harrington x fem reader imagine #steve harrington x henderson!fem reader imagine

[woelfin-sheeps-clothing]

Just found your blog after popping into the J&D tag for the first time in a while and you're doing FANTASTIC work for this tiny fandom, especially with Dark Jak and Jaxter content! Us fans are getting FED :D

Hi there! I'm so sorry that I've taken this long to reply. Your message absolutely made my day when I received it, thank you so, so much! Believe me, I'm also getting a great deal of enjoyment out of all the Dark Jak art I've been making too. 😆

The Jak and Daxter fandom could not have come into my life at a better point in time. What started as me glancing up at what my husband was playing on the PlayStation gradually evolved into a very profound appreciation for the story and the characters, as well as the crucial chunk of videogame history Jak and Daxter became a part of. I absolutely fell in love with Jak's character come Jak II and watched a lot more closely when my husband started to play. I loved how he had a lot of moments of rash decisions and impulses and selfish behaviors, and the way he'd watch Daxter when Daxter was speaking with the edge of his lip curling up ever so slightly. He very much reminded me of myself when I was being a very difficult teenager and butting heads with just about everyone in my life. 😂

I'd fallen into a weird art rut I couldn't get out of, between being tired all the time and a lot of nonsense at work that was beginning to become nonstop (still is, if anyone wants THAT story), to the point I wasn't really happy with anything I was making, my progression as an artist was stalling, and I flat out was just not creating much of anything anymore. Then one day I got the weird urge to draw Dark Jak being sassy, and for the first time in a while I found that I couldn't put my tablet down. I just had to finish. I was excited to be done with chores because I wanted to get right back to working on the piece. I found myself learning new art tricks and falling in love with lineart and cell shading again and not feeling compelled to have a more painterly style. And then when I was done? All I could think of is "I gotta do that again". There was no waffling for three days on some half baked sketches, no avoiding creating because I'd inevitably be stuck. I knew what I wanted to make, and I knew how I was going to make the next one better with all the things I'd learned in the first one.

It's been exactly a month since I finished that first piece, and for the first time in a long while I can look back and see how much I created, be it simple sketches or a fully fleshed piece. That hasn't happened to me in such a long time that the past month kinda feels like a fever dream. But it's helped put me in a better mental state to start trying to build a new portfolio again, to start setting things up to become more freelance than in-house. It's also changed how I view my engagement.

Is it fun to get a bunch of notes? Of course. But now when I post a JnD piece, what I'm looking forward to is not the numbers but the comments, reading all the wonderful and silly tags people leave for me. It makes me so incredibly happy, and it put me in the orbit of a lot of other wonderful people in this fandom. I've gotten to see so much wonderful and fun art from others in this fandom too, and read many absolutely awesome fics made by the same people. It's been so freaking cool to me to have this more one-on-one interaction with folks that I never got with other fandoms. When I make stuff, not only is it making me happy to make it, but in the back of my mind I'm also going "I can't wait till x sees this!"

Sorry if this got way too TMI or drawn out, but please let me say with all of my heart thank you @whisker-biscuit , and thank you to everyone else's who's left fun comments and tags on my stuff these past few weeks. This has made the start of the year so unbelievably incredible to me in ways I didn't foresee, and I'm very thankful for it. I'm hopeful about my artistic future in ways I have been in a while, and it means the absolute world to me.

#jak and daxter series #jak and daxter #personal stuff #question and answer #seriously #y'all are so wonderful

[st-clements-steps]

End of Year Fic Review

Thank you @thistle-and-thorn for the tag ♥️

1. what’s your ao3 account?

MymbleHowl

2. how many words did you write in total in 2022?

I had to estimate this, cos I published about 130,000 but some of that I wrote in 2021, and I’ve written about 20,000 unpublished words, so I’d reckon about 120,000??

3. how many fics did you publish in 2022 // multi-chapter vs. one-shots?

I finished publishing Near Mint (Greysnow High Fidelity set in 90s Glasgow), I added a chapter (or 2?) to my never finished WIP don’t worry, it’s my blood (environmental/political modern Jonsa), I published a little three chapter flawed 60s Jonsa, (based on the Bob Dylan song) tangled up in blue. I haven’t finished (Are you) The One That I’ve Been Waiting For? (20s Jonerys, kind of peaky blinders inspired). Oh and I haven’t finished assistance (modern theatre Daensa). I published 15 one shots, and one self indulgent 2 chapter Rhaegar wins, boys kiss thing.

4. what was your longest-fic // shortest fic?

Near Mint is the longest. After the Storm is the shortest (it’s really more a painting with 86 words attached)

5. Most popular? Least Popular?

Ooops I deleted this question, 20s Jonerys is the most popular, the modern Jon x Jeyne P is the least I’d say.

6. what fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

Spank Me (it’s fluffy Jonerys smut), and maybe my Rhaelicent, Breathing Dreams (I kinda got my hopes up by that “it’s a live fandom” thing, which is fine so long as you don’t write a Great Gatsby inspired non story, that’s mainly atmosphere and clothes, and Alicent only gets kissed cos you have a headcanon that she is way more into giving than receiving, I would like to add that her giving is very sexy of her but…)

7. what fic performed way better than you thought it would?

The Grey King and the Dragon Nagga (it’s a tumblr fic that apparently some people read, I’m so confused)

8. what was your favourite fic you wrote in 2022?

Wolfish or Relinquishment (it’s the grief sex people)

9. what was your favourite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

I actually read a lot of stuff that was written before 2022 this year. In part because I was looking for stuff for @jonsnow-creative to reblog (probably should get back on that).

I love beta-ing, I love the fics I beta. So, Happiness by @salty-wench (Greysnow woven with gracefully with grief and humour), And Now My Watch Begins, by @evax3 (Jonerys canon divergence, Dany raised as a boy at Castle Black), and One by One the Walls Give Way by @owlsinathens (post show canon Greysnow, Jon and Theon begin to navigate their trauma through corsetry, among other things) are all stories I would shout about to the world . And are all in progress, so I’d love some more darlings (kisses).

I’m so glad I discovered you @thistle-and-thorn and the many crushed red flowers

@charmtion finished then comes blood almost a year ago, and I still think of it, and it’s cinematic and tense and wonderful

The other fic I want to shout about goes along with my shouting about The English, a song that will keep sky open in my mind, by @laiqualaurelote. It’s so rare for me that a piece of media convinces me to ship the canon pairing, I’m contrary, sorry. Anyway this story is beautiful and it came to me in a beautiful surprising way, (whilst I was a bit flu-delirious, so it seemed particularly magical).

Ooh and there’s a rhaelicent, what is it good for, by bluebaric, (it’s a barbed mid century arranged marriage au) I don’t know if they have a tumblr?

10. tag your friends so they can play as well!

Those lovelies I betaslut for, I already @ed them, they know who they are.

And @selkiewife @rainhalydia @team-mom-wannabe if you want to, also anyone else who wants to

[in-my-feels-probably]

hey love!! I just saw your follower celebration post and first of all wanted to congratulate you!! 💗 second of all, wanted to thank you for making such a post and inadvertently bringing me to your blog, which I’d somehow missed in the countless binge-reads across fandoms on this hellsite! cant wait to read through more of your stuff, I’ve set a reminder on my phone to start this weekend! ♡

if it’s ok, I’d like to go for option one with either Jon Snow or Brienne of Tarth (I know Brienne isnt on your masterlist so if you’re more comfortable writing for Jon that’s perfectly ok with me!!), my name’s Heather, Im 5’0” and I’ve got shoulder length wavy light blue hair; personality wise I’ve got some dark lore (trauma but in a cool way 😎) which has caused some severe memory issues, but generally speaking Im very bubbly, excitable, and overall the furthest thing from the broody character you’d expect from a backstory like mine lol. my reasons for loving Brienne and Jon are much the same: their strength in the face of prejudice, the morally golden characters they’ve become despite their emotional hardships, and their equally protective natures which Im a total sucker for! naturally, I am in love with them both so a romantic blurb over a platonic one would make me feral 😌

in terms of prompts/scenarios, I really dont have anything specific in mind, Im just so excited to see what you write for either of these characters!! please dont feel at all rushed to do this, and if for any reason you arent comfortable writing it, I completely understand and respect your decision and I’ll look forward to your next works!! hope you have the most wonderful day! 🥰♡

hi :)

first off, thank you so much for the kind words. i hope you enjoy my work, let me know what you think! (and im apologizing for some of my older stuff, it’s a little rusty.)

second, if you scroll down my page a little bit, i’ll tag you in it, i have a post about all the characters im currently accepting requests for. so if you have any requests, i’ll gladly take them.

so i’m actually not doing this followers celebration anymore, i’ll do another one like this for 700 which should be semi soon, i’ll do a full one of these for you went it comes.

but i feel bad that you typed all this out, so i’m gonna do a quick version of what i was doing for the celebration. and again, if you think of a scenario and like any of the characters i write for, i’ll gladly write an x reader for you.

i’m gonna go with jon, since i’ve done one of these before for him, and he’s on my list of characters i’ll currently write for. but i do think brienne would like you a lot, too, for similar reasons.

jon very much understands what it’s like to have trauma but in a cool way. except he broods, you don’t. you’d definitely balance each other out, which he’d appreciate. i think he’d find it inspiring to see someone who’s been through some shit, but still chooses the optimist outlook. he’d strive to be more like you. he’s such a strong person, he’s overcome so much, and i think he’d really value having a person who’s had similar experiences. he’d connect to you purely based off the fact that he can relate on a deeper level. you’d bring him his little joys in life. he couldn’t help but fall for you when he’d see you standing tall and stoic, smiling in the face of adversity. he’d think you were the bravest person he’s ever known. his personal hero.

he’d understand that your memory issues stem from trauma. he probably has them himself, trying to recollect his childhood. but i think he’d find it endearing that you’d forget little things, especially if you grew up in the north together.

when you both finally made your way back to winterfell, you and sansa would share stories and memories. jon would sit with you, softly smiling.

“that was the year bran was born, love,” he’d gently correct.

you’d furrow your brows, shaking your head. “no. i’m quite sure, it was rickon.”

“it was neither,” sansa interrupted, grinning. “neither were born that year. father had his hands full, and my mother promised him peace and quiet for a summer. but bran was already born, so rickon would’ve been next.”

you’d smile, turning to jon. “i was closer.”

he’d sulk and you’d laugh, squeezing his hand. “we were both wrong. why are you pouting?”

he’d squeeze back, his eyes softening. he couldn’t help but give you a small smile at the sound of your laugh.

“i hate when you’re right. it’s far too often.”

you’d smile back. “get used to it, love.”

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i hope you enjoyed this. thank you again for participating, im sorry i couldn’t write more. i hope i’ll see you for the next celebration, and thank you for supporting my work. i hope you enjoy it. i’ll tag you in that post for characters im currently accepting requests for, in case you want to send me one :)

[kanene-yaaay]

Hello!

That is a updating post about mah life so feel free to read or to scroll by it!! I wish you a very nice week. July let’s gooo!

*Breakdances*

So

I know I’ve been kind of... not very interactive here those last weeks and, idk, I would like to explain why since even my monthly fic posting and rbs have been delayed and everything...

So

My phone broke asdfghjjgfrd.

I mentioned in a few tags some weeks ago however I realized it would probably be nicer to make an entire post about this so here I am! :D My phone is completely out of commission rn and I don’t really have an idea about when I will be getting a new one? Maybe around December or next year when I don’t have to pay for my preparatory course and stuff x))

That being said, I would like to say a GIGANTIC ‘Thank YOU!’ for all the dear beans who has been reblogging and liking my stories. That means a lot to me and I can’t wait to be able to answer to each of you personally on the notes! Writing comments and that kind of stuff on desktop is kind of weird for me and I will need a few tries before I grow used to it so until there I hope that litol post will surfice. Thank you very much for your support x33!  

Also! Each day I am getting closer to November, which means my days will get incresealy busier and tiring which, yeah, can delay even more my writing process and that really, really sucks. I really wanted to be able to create more content for this blog because I truly like the space I created here but I am afraid that will take a while before I can go back to be fully posting and reblogging stuff again.

That being said, I’ve got a new fandom that I will be probably writing for in the future and dfgjukigf let’s see, let’s see. We still got a lot of time to spend and enjoy! I even plan to writing more non-tickle-fics for my other blog. Plans and plans everywhere x))

I believe that is all I wanted to talk about here. If you read all of this, wow! Noice! Wish u a lot of glitter and sparkles in ur life :D

See ya! :DD

#I never know how to do that kind of stuff but sdfghjuutr here I am! #Sometimes I get worried when artists/writers disappear so I don't want anyone to get worried about me sooo here's an update! #*breakdances my way out of the window* #Ignore all the grammar mistakes jhgfddfghkj #Kanene being Kanene #yeah yeah the new fandom is undertal and I shall not accept any criticism I am hugging my sins #*undertle #meh close enough xDD