#i hope this heals you guys' little gay hearts

[cherry-nachimbong]

jealousy ~ max mayfield // part one

a/n: so…my first long fic!!! i’m so excited to share this one with you guys, and i hope this bit of fluff can help take you guys’ mind off of…current events

p.s. i usually do my best to make my self-insert fics gender neutral, but this one is from the pov of a girl. that being said, you absolutely do not have to be a girl or feminine person to read this so enjoy, part two will hopefully be up within the week :)

“i don’t get it,” you said.

“maybe you’re jealous of her? i don’t know,” mike replied, raising his shoulders in a shrug. your best friend was seated cross-legged on the end of his bed, fiddling with a rubik’s cube as you paced his room.

jealous? you weren’t jealous of max mayfield. or maybe you were? you couldn’t fix a name to this strange feeling that plagued you since that day in the wheeler’s driveway a month ago.

after the snow ball, max was accepted into the party. you and will took turns helping her learn how to play d&d, and she eventually got the hang of it. by april, only an expert would be able to tell that she started years after the rest of you.

the group had been taking a break from the current d&d campaign to try out her skateboard outside mike’s house that afternoon. you hadn’t been very close to max before, almost resenting her for stealing the attention of dustin and lucas, but going through the tunnels and getting dangerously close to becoming demodog entrees had created an unspoken bond between you two.

and of course you had already been best friends with the rest of the boys and el, being a family friend of mike’s for as long as you could remember.

you literally helped form the party, for god’s sake.

you and max had sat on the grass of the wheeler’s front yard, watching as el held up a wobbling mike on the skateboard. cool spring air breezed across your faces, ruffling your hair.

mike tried to push off, miscalculated, and the board went flying out from under his foot as he stumbled backwards, tripping and falling. he hit the asphalt a little softer than you would have thought, but you glanced to see el discreetly wiping her nose as she helped mike up, unscathed.

max jumped up to chase after the board that was now racing towards the street, catching it with her foot and kicking up to grab it.

“wanna try?” she offered, raising her eyebrows at you.

you nodded and hopped up, choosing to ignore the fact that you had never done anything involving a skateboard except watch max as she glided smoothly around the school basketball courts or made an ollie look easy.

she handed you the board, waving off a complaining dustin and lucas.

“you two have had your turn, let y/n do it for a bit,”

you tried not to notice the way she said your name. or how it made your heart squeeze a little tighter in your chest.

you placed the board down the same way you watched max do it a million times, and stepped on the front half with your left foot. you looked back up again at max for approval, and she nodded enthusiastically.

okay, good. let’s go.

you pushed off with your right foot, feeling a little shaky at the new feeling of instability on the board. max walked alongside you as you rode down the length of the driveway, pushing off with your right foot again every few yards.

it felt comfortable, it felt easy. a lot easier than you thought it would be.

after you had turned around and headed back down the length of the driveway, you stepped off the board in front of max. she clapped her hands, grinning.

“you’re a natural!”

“it couldn’t have been that good, i just went down the driveway,” you shrugged, but max shook her head.

“no, you looked super relaxed. i think you did the best out of everyone here,” she told you, to much exclamations of offense from the rest of the party.

your chest tightened even more, and you felt your cheeks and forehead start to heat up.

the boys continued to complain.

“oh quit it, you guys,” she rolled her eyes at the party. “you all have bikes anyways, it’s not like you need a new kind of wheels.”

mike fake-narrowed his eyes at her and grinned.

“alright, do you guys wanna go back in and continue the campaign? i think i know how to defeat tiamat and finish this,” he said to the group. there were murmurs of agreement and they started to head for the basement door. you fanned yourself with your t-shirt as you followed, in hopes of dissolving the unexplainable blush that you could still feel peppering your cheeks.

you looked over at max, and she grinned, kicking up her board again from the ground in that effortless way she always did.

“we’re going to hang out again to practice more, just you and me,” she said.

your smile grew--wait, you didn’t even realize you were already smiling--and you agreed.

“absolutely.”

it couldn’t be jealousy, you thought, still pacing mike’s room. you had since gotten your own skateboard as a birthday present, and there was nothing max had that you ever felt you were lacking.

but, you guess you had always admired her unique sunset-red hair. and the way her high cheekbones were complemented when she pulled her waves back into a ponytail. or the way that she managed to make every outfit look good on her, always mixing and matching patterns and contrasting colors. or the way she was so expressive, and her eyebrows and twitching grin would always betray her if she tried to lie to any of the boys.

“if i didn’t know you were a girl, y/n, i’d say you have a crush on her, dude,” mike’s voice cuts through your thoughts, making you pause mid-pace.

shit.

had you been saying that all aloud?

a smirk toyed around the corner of mike’s mouth as he answered your unspoken question. “yeah, dude, the only person i’ve ever heard talk like that is dustin about his little church girlfriend suzie.”

mike’s first sentence only just now registered in your brain.

a crush?

no, like he said, you were a girl. so was max. it doesn’t work like that.

still, you felt a warmth creeping up your neck and across your face.

you shook your head to clear the thought, and flopped down onto the bed next to mike. you snatched the rubik’s cube, ignoring his cry of protest, and finished solving it.

“i don’t have a crush. i guess i’m probably just jealous or something like you said.” you told mike, tossing him back the rubik’s cube.

“if you say so~” he sing-songed, earning himself a poke in the stomach.

you stood up as he groaned in pain. “you’re not helpful. i’m leaving!” you called over your shoulder as you swung open the bedroom door.

mike grunted in acknowledgment and you shut the door behind you.

a crush.

that’s ridiculous.

but what if?

a soft voice answered the phone.

“hello?”

“hey, el!” you leaned against the kitchen wall, adjusting the receiver against your ear.

el’s voice brightened once she realized that it was you.

“hi, y/n. what’s up?”

“do you want to hang out tonight?” you asked, twirling the phone cord in your hand. “my house. you could sleep over if you want.”

“oh, yes!” el agreed.

“great!” you smiled. “see you in a-“

“wait, we could make it a girls night!” el exclaimed.

“what?”

“yeah, max can come too and we can have a sleeping party!”

you giggled. “el, it’s called a slumber party,” you told her, then your chest tightened as you realized what she had suggested.

“so, what do you say? i will call max to tell her to go to your house,” el plowed on.

“uh, yeah, s-sure,” you stammered.

“okay! see you in a bit!”

there was a click and the dial tone played in your ear. you realized after a few seconds that the receiver was still pressed to the side of your face as you stood there like an idiot. you hung up the phone, thinking about what this meant—a sleepover with max.

of course el was going to be there too. you’ve had lots of sleepovers with her. but max? you had only ever hung out with her normally(leaving out that horrible day where you distracted the demodogs while el fought the mind flayer.)

you shuddered at the memory of the endless slimy tunnels and shook your head to dismiss the thought. now was the impending problem of max coming to your house, and seeing the—you realized as you ran upstairs—absolutely horrendous state of your room.

clothes everywhere, trash bin overflowing, plates and cups piled up on the desk next to a week’s worth of graded homework that had been passed back to you at school earlier that day.

a cool, nervous feeling started to spread from the top of your shoulders to your forehead. it was only 4 pm, you thought as you checked your watch, which gave you around 2 hours to clean before either of your friends arrived.

so you got to work.

the doorbell rang at—you checked your watch—6:32 pm, and you ran downstairs, yelling, “I’LL GET IT!” to your parents who were both watching tv in the living room.

the entire time you had spent waiting after cleaning your room, a queasy feeling had crept up from your stomach into your lungs to accompany the cold nervousness. it was the kind of jittery you felt while waiting to go on the zipper at the carnival—it was something you were excited for but still made you nervous.

you guessed hanging out with max was something like that.

you opened the front door to see both el and max on your front step, skateboard tucked under the latter’s arm.

you smiled and waved them in, shutting the door behind them after they had entered.

“c’mon, drop your shoes and we can go up to my room,” you told them. they obliged, max leaning her board against the wall, and the three of you scurried up the stairs.

you led them into your room, and el immediately ran in and jumped on your bed like she always did. max, who you now realized had never been in your room before, walked in slowly, looking around.

you suddenly grew self-conscious of the kiddish room you had lived in since you were a little girl, the walls still painted pink behind all the posters you had tacked up. the bedspread, now covered by a splayed out el, was a greenish floral pattern. books overflowed from the shelf next to your closet, which still wouldn’t shut all the way because of everything you had stuffed in there while cleaning.

the desk under your window, while now free of the stack of dishes, was still rather cluttered and the yellow radio sitting on it was softly playing a top 40 station.

max walked over to graze her hand along the knicknacks you had lined up on top of your dresser. a perfume bottle, a music box full of jewelry, a bowl of shells from when you had traveled to virginia beach years ago.

“your room is so cute,” she said, turning back around to look at you.

“really?” you said, and realized you sounded a little too hopeful.

“yeah,” max smiled. “it’s very you.”

you grinned back, suddenly feeling much more comfortable in the space.

el clapped her hands.

“okay, introductions over, do you guys want to play the spy game?”

the phone rang in the hallway. you looked up from your hands—max was painting your nails teal—to see el already jumping up from her seat against the bed where she was reading an issue of 16.

“i’ll get it,” she said, gesturing to both you and max’s busy hands.

you giggled, “thanks.”

el slipped out into the hallway and you turned back to max. her hands were warm, and you worried that yours were getting clammy while she held them still.

everywhere by fleetwood mac was playing from the radio on your desk as the two of you sat cross-legged on the floor.

max stuck her tongue out between her teeth as she concentrated, and, seemingly satisfied with her work, placed your right hand down on your knee and picked up your left.

she looked so adorable when she was focused, you thought. you wished you could look that good while just painting someone’s nails.

el banged your bedroom door back open as she came in from the hallway and you snapped out of your reverie.

“who was it?” max asked without looking up.

“hopper,” el said, picking up her sweater from where she had hung it on your bedpost. “he wants me back home tonight. says it’s gonna rain all through tomorrow and i can’t ride in ‘those conditions’.” she made air quotes around the last two words.

that was weird, hopper never made her go home just because of the weather.

“aw, el! it’s only 8, and he never says that! can’t you stay?” you protested.

el shook her head.

“don’t worry, we can do a girls night another time,” she said. “you two have fun.”

you tapped max’s hand to tell her to let you go, and you got up to hug el goodbye. you made sure not to brush your freshly painted nails on anything. as you pulled out of the hug and looked at el’s face, you noticed a shadow of dried blood under her nose. she noticed your prying eyes and quickly turned to hug max as well.

“bye! i’ll see you later,” she waved as she left the room, replying to your questioning expression with only a knowing look.

the door shut and you turned back to look at max. she shrugged, and settled herself back down on your floor.

“i didn’t see anything in the forecast about rain, and my parents don’t care anyways,” she said, picking up your left hand again to finish painting your nails.

good, she could stay.

but did el…

were you really that obvious?

first mike, now her?

it was only a matter of time before max herself found out about your crush—

wait.

it wasn’t a crush.

again, it was probably just jealousy like mike had said.

max finished painting the pinky of your left hand, placing the brush back into the bottle with a dramatic flourish and taking both of your hands into hers to admire her handiwork.

“it’s too bad el had to leave,” she said, “but we can still have fun just the two of us.”

her blue eyes flicked up to yours as she blew gently on the tips of your fingers to help dry your nails.

your heart jumped up into your throat and you grinned.

“yeah, we can.”

several hours later, you and max were lying in your bed in the dark while you shared old stories about the rest of the party before max knew them.

“so i’m allergic to dogs, mike already has two sisters, dustin had a cat, and lucas’ parents would kill him if he brought home a pet. so, poor will got stuck with it,” you said, recounting the time that the five of you had found a stray dog in the woods by the quarry. 

max giggled out loud, the mattress shaking with her laughter. the light from the street lamp outside cast a dim halo on her side profile as she lied on her back. you mirrored her, lifting your arm up to reach for the ceiling.

“it such a shame you didn’t come till this year, you missed out on a lot,” you mused, tracing the edges of the ceiling fan into the air.

max’s grin faded. “yeah, i guess i did.”

realizing your mistake, you dropped your hand onto your stomach and turned your head sideways to look at her.

“it’s okay, you’re here now and that’s what matters.” you told her.

she smiled again, and you could see the corners of her eyes crinkle in the shadowy light.

the two of you laid like that for a while, not saying anything. you tried to avoid looking at max, but it was hard when she was just so beautiful.

startled at that sudden thought, you turned your head back to look at the ceiling. you can’t like her like that.

plus, lucas likes her. and you thought she liked him too.

“max?”

“yeah?”

you mulled over your question for a few seconds before deciding to just spit it out.

“why aren’t you and lucas dating? i mean, after the snow ball and you guys kissing and everything, i don’t know, i just thought you might…” your voice trailed off as you realized she probably got the point of what you were saying.

max shifted, lifting herself onto an elbow and propping her head up on her hand. you continued to lie on your back and avoided her eyes.

“i guess, i don’t know, like, i never really felt anything when we kissed. he was always into me, and i guess i liked that, but i didn’t really like him.”

“and don’t get me wrong,” she continued. “he’s still a great friend. just, i guess, not my type. or something.”

you nodded, trying to ignore the warm feeling of hope that was now spreading through your chest.

with a sudden burst of confidence, you met max’s eyes and grinned.

“so what is your type, then?”

max snorted. “not any of those idiots, if that’s what you’re suggesting.” she made a vague gesture, meaning the boys in the party.

“like,” she went on. “i’d want someone gentler than them. sweet, and probably likes skateboarding like me. oh, and they actually have to be funny,” she said sarcastically, and you laughed.

“the boys do have a weird sense of humor,” you giggled.

max grinned, and you realized you were still staring at her.

but she also hadn’t looked away.

heat started creeping up your cheeks, and you were suddenly thankful that your mom had come in at midnight to tell the two of you that it was lights-out.

reminded of that, you broke eye contact to quickly glance at the alarm clock on your night table.

1:47 am

sheesh. you two had been talking that long?

max, following your gaze, rolled over to look at the glowing red numbers.

“wow, it’s been two hours since lights out?” she wondered.

“yeah,” you replied, and before you could stop it, a yawn slipped out.

you were pretty sleepy, actually. your eyes had been threatening to flutter shut for at least the past 30 minutes.

max turned back over to meet your eyes again.

“okay, let’s go to sleep.” she said.

realizing that the two of you had just been lying on top of the bedspread the whole time, you sat up to pull back the covers and climb in. max followed and wiggled around until she was on her side, facing you again.

you tried to find a position where you were close enough to max to not seem like you were trying to get away, but not so close to seem weird. you settled for a mirror of her position, your knees almost touching hers.

max was still watching you, the dim glow of the street light reflecting off of her eyes.

you blushed again, deciding to shut your eyes so you could stop freaking out at her intense stare.

“goodnight, max,” you said quietly.

“goodnight, y/n,” her voice replied softly.

you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, just like every other time she said your name. that tight feeling in your chest was back, and you didn’t mind it so much anymore now that the cause of it was laying right next to you in your bed.

you cautiously opened one eye to see max’s finally closed. her eyelashes rested daintily on her freckled cheeks, lips parted slightly as she fell asleep.

she really was beautiful, you thought.

it makes sense why you would be so jealous of her.

you closed your eyes again and soon fell into a comfortable sleep.

slowly, you became aware of a bright light shining in your eyes. squinting, you sleepily brought a hand up to cover your eyes from the sunbeam that was slanting through the window onto your face. as your eyes adjusted to being awake, you shifted your gaze to the alarm clock.

11:12 am

jeez, you had slept in.

but who cares, right? it’s saturday.

you then registered the warm weight in the bed next to you, orange hair splayed across the pillow.

max.

it’s pretty difficult to look good while sleeping, what with the closed eyes and drool and all that.

but somehow max still looked beautiful to you, peaceful as she slept. you gently brushed a strand of hair off of her nose.

then, realizing that you were watching someone sleep, like a total weirdo, you tore your gaze away and sat up to stretch.

max stirred and wrinkled her nose as she registered the sunbeam pouring in. she rubbed her eyes, finally opening them to meet yours.

“‘morning,” you said with a yawn.

max responded with a drowsy “nnnmmmgh” and a half smile.

you smiled back. “get up so we can make breakfast, i think i have stuff for pancakes.”

several hours after max left—in completely dry conditions, no rain whatsoever—you sat on the edge of your bed, pondering.

what you felt, what you were feeling-

it couldn’t be just jealousy.

you remembered jealousy, the twinges you would feel in your chest, the coldness that would wrap around your head when you saw her and lucas getting cozy on top of the bus that one night, or when you saw him lean in during the snow ball-

it wasn’t jealousy what you felt for max. the nervous but comfortable tightness in your lungs when she talked to you was nothing like the aches you felt when you had seen lucas pull her out of the gymnasium, alone.

you liked max.

and this was possibly the worst thing that could happen.

but, you couldn’t keep it in. what if mike or el told her, and she ended up hearing it the wrong way?

you had to explain to her why you couldn’t hang out with her anymore, at least not for a bit until you got over her.

you looked down at your watch. 

it was only 6. the sun wouldn’t set for another two hours. that’s definitely enough time.

you grabbed your skateboard from where it was leaning by the door and set off, running down the stairs two at a time and barking out an “ILL BE HOME BEFORE DARK” to your mother in the kitchen.

the cool may air rushed against your skin as you skated through the streets of hawkins. though you had started out with a natural talent, your skateaboarding skills had still improved in the last month, and you glided effortlessly down the road. past the palace arcade, where you and max had spent practically every tuesday with the party. past melvald’s, where the group always raided the candy shelves to supply d&d nights. past the middle school, where you had met her for the first time in eighth grade.

sheesh, everything was reminding you of her lately.

you finally arrived at max’s house, kicking up your skateboard into your hand. you steeled yourself and marched up the walkway, up the stairs and to the door. taking a deep breath, you raised your hand and-

the door opened before you could even knock, making you jump back. startled, you blinked at the figure standing in the doorway, also holding a skateboard.

max.

she seemed surprised to see you as well, but her body language soon grew anxious. she toyed with the hem of her sweatshirt and avoided your eyes. this max couldn’t possibly be more different from the comfortable and confident max you had seen last night.

“i-i was just about to go see you,” she murmured.

“oh, uh, yeah,” you stuttered.

the two of you stood there for a moment, fidgeting in silence.

finally-

“i have to tell you something,” both of you said at the same time.

part two

#max mayfield #stranger things #stranger things scenarios #mike wheeler #eleven #guys im so excited for part 2 even tho im the one writing it #i hope this heals you guys' little gay hearts #ty for reading #ily muah

[transbrucewayne]

F1 but it’s ultra specific ship dynamics that I need in order to enjoy the ship:

Versainz: baby’s first situationship (literally pentaltyboxbox’s art is my versainz thesis. “Ay, Max, no. I am not gay and neither are you” 🤨) teammates who weren’t supposed to like each other reluctantly becoming friends and then being intricately connected for the rest of their careers. But totally not in a gay way. Of course.

Chestappen: repressed catholic and some guy who needs dilf pussy so bad he wants to kill himself (this is deeply important to me)

Strollonso: Brat princess Lance. Heros and anti-heroes. I’m on the dark side. Tell Lance not to worry I just want to build a gap with the cars behind. You’re my fucking hero.

Carlando: Baby’s first situationship pt.2?? Lando with a massive crush, first real boyfriend Carlos….i need there to be angst. Lando fell first AND harder, etc.

Britcedes/Gewis: George fumbling all over himself trying to impress Lewis, Lewis just thinking he’s cute no matter what. It’s the coolest man alive/weird little freak he’s obsessed with pairing of my dreams. George: this is my boyfriend he’s cooler than me and also he’s cooler than all of you.

Maxiel: first love married divorced remarried pining missing something that maybe was never there will they won’t they one big game of gay chicken healing from baby’s first situationship etc etc etc (I adore them)

Dando: trying to find solace in another, longing for someone you can’t get back, subversion of expected dynamics (controversial: I fully believe Lando tops in this one). But also. They need to have one brain cell. Lando blabbing on about god knows what. Daniel sweating and popping a vein bc of how much he needs to kiss him.

Twinklaren/Landoscar: third time’s the charm, oh you’re the one I’ve been waiting for, tender glances, young love, first teammate crush syndrome

Danterri: we had something weird in the past. “Find another weed guy I can’t fuck with you…uhhhmm nothing personal I can’t fall in love right now and youre Everything I love so if I ever see you again I’ll never let go of your hand sooo yeah” (we’ve all seen that one web weaving.) Are you dating the female version of me?

Lecciardo: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN VEGAS. Charles needs dick from a guy with unstoppable charisma soooooo bad. Fueling each other’s impulsive sides, etc etc

Sebchal: baby’s first situationship (Charles’ version) (from the vault) I miss you so much I’m going to listen to breakup songs all night long. I still think of you every day. I named you twice in a list of drivers. You may even kiss. If it was the omegaverse Seb is so obviously an alpha.

Brocedes: if it doesn’t make me physically sick to my stomach with anguish I do not want it. I hope you die I hope we both die. Hand in unlovable hand. I still consider him my best friend in my heart. We’re not friends. Are they lovers? Worse.

Chewis (Charles/Lewis. I recognise this is also the name for Checo/Lewis. What is the Charles/Lewis name?) me and the bad bitch I pulled by being in violation of that one article section. You know the post. They suffer together. Kinship in joint pain. You’ve got a long future ahead of you. Praise kink.

Let me know if you want a part 2, if so, send ships you want!

#PLEASE SEND ME FIC RECS #versainz #chestappen #strollonso #carlando #britcedes #maxiel #dando #twinklaren #mctwinks #landoscar #danterri #lecciardo #sebchal #brocedes #chewis #my post #max verstappen #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #lance stroll #fernando alonso #lando norris #george russell #lewis hamilton #daniel ricciardo #valterri bottas #sebastian vettel #nico rosberg #f1

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Apr 9th

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1. ITMF fics with (a) good and well-developed original characters! i really enjoyed "I told you when I came I was a stranger" and would really love to read more like these. also looking for (b) fics where wwx is brought back in an OC's body, where their identity matters to the plot (eg politically), like "The Housewife’s Guide to Causing Chaos" (wwx brought back as a yu) & "Everyanything" (wwx brought back as qin su).

would still like wangxian to be tgt, & complete/actively ongoing fics only please. thank you!!!!! @potatokunst

1B)

There's the wwx resurected in other people's bodies comp, but more specifically,

❤️ Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 44k, wangxian, summoned by f!oc, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Genderbending, Denial, Fem!WWX, WangXian kids, Crack-ish, WIP) would probably fit

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2. Hey there! For the next itmf:

I want fics where wwx is in love with lwj, and he knows it too. So I don’t care if its time travel or anything like that, I just wanna see wwx treating lwj good/like a spouse while being aware that he’s doing it.

And even greater would be, if lwj was very much confused/ in gay panic mode/ horny for it .

Thank you :3 @desperation-is-my-middle-name

two guys r in love thats literally it by victortor (M, 11k, wangxian, Time Travel, the fluffiest thing ive ever written)

When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending) more of an angst take honestly but it fits the prompt?

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together)

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3. Hi! For ITMF, can you suggest fics where it picks up soon after the novel ends and explores wangxian’s relationship and how it develops?

Or just fics where wwx learns to take up space/ adjust to gusu and in lwj’s heart?

Thank you for your help, always!

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

call me home and I'll build you a throne by anaphoricae (E, 51k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Self-Indulgent, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy... and then Sexual Intimacy, Lán Juniors Gossiping about Wangxian, as a treat, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, little hurt lots of comfort, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, iMutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, LWJ in braids agenda, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Cold Springs, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX, turkish translation)

I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (M, 28k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Love Letters, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Intimacy, CQL Compliant, No Plot Just Feelings, First Time, Two soulmates figuring their shit out, Let Hanguang-jun talk about his feelings agenda, Podfic Available)

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Part-epistolary, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Homecoming, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again)

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4. hello! for itmf any fics with wei wuxian and mo xuanyu? smth like i'll take a secondhand monster by stratisphyre

tysm<3 @r3n-vy

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5. Hi! Hope u r having a great day!

Do you know any good wangxian fics where LWJ leaving cloud recesses along with A-yuan and raise him on his own? You know, before WWX's return? I remember reading one where LWJ competely fell off the radar once. Sadly, i can't recall the name. Pretty please @grrumpywoof

❤️ And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by Glitterbombshell (T, 23k, WIP, WangXian, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, LXC is not really a good brother in this sorry, Canon Divergence, rogue cultivator!lwj) It's a WIP that hasn't updated since 2020, but there's this

Home isn't Where the Heart is. by Hauntcats (Not rated, 7k, wangxian) Jingyi comes along too here

The Best I Can by Zephyr (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 26k, LJY & WWX, wangxian, WWX talking to his donkey, Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Drama, Recovery, Coming of Age, Secret Identity Fail, Friendship, Rogue Cultivator LWJ, Road Trips, POV Multiple, Happy Ending)

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6. Hi!!! Thank you, you are all amazing and this place is magnificent!! Well, In the mood for... A) Fics were Wei Wuxian raised or helped raised the Juniors, all of them, modern if possible, I just finished The Edge of Night by Hobbsy3 and the relationship with the kids is so amazing, even if is not the central theme also B) Zombie themes fics, similar to the previous one, modern to if posible with happy ending!! Thank you so much for everything!! Be well :) @monicaop21

6A)

🔒 and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending, podfic of and having a marvellous time by varnes by Spinifex) not modern but WWX raises all the kids

6B)

Darkness Before the Dawn by Selenay (E, 64k, wangxian, Zombie Apocalypse, Modern With Magic, Necromancer WWX, Reunions, toddler A-Yuan, There Was Only One Bed, There are zombies but not graphically horrific zombies, Angst with a Happy Ending, Find a home in the middle of an apocalpyse)

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7. Academic rivals wangxian? :<

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8. For the next itmf! I wonder if there are any fics where the lan and nie bros are really close and then wwx gets added into the mix, and there are shenanigans! Things like the lan/nie bros having a problem that only wwx can solve, or the bros discover how wwx's been treated by other people and get super protective. I just read With This Shadowed Blade and discovered that I very badly want to read more of this dynamic! Thank you all!

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, wangxian, modern, slow burn, kid fic, found family, it gets worse before it gets better, PTSD, blood and injury, dissociation, trauma, angst w happy ending, musicals, alternating pov, JC & WWX reconciliation, hurt/comfort, panic attacks) 

Debts of a Child Part 2 by Hauntcats (M, 111k, WangXian, YZY Bashing, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, JC Bashing, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters.)

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9. Pls pls next itmf secret relationship wangxian? Bonus points if it’s CRA but modern au or post canon or whatever is great too I just need it (I have read a few where their families don’t believe they’re dating but I want them hiding it)

Silenced With A Kiss by NinjaKK (E, 132k, WIP, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Flirting, Teen Romance, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Soft WangXian, WWX in WWX’s Body, Secret Relationship, Falling In Love, First Kiss, First Dates, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Canon Divergence, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Ripple Effect, First Time, Fluff and Smut, Optional Smut, Supportive LWJ, BAMF WWX, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Has an Angry LWJ Kink, Drunk LWJ, Gusu Lan Alcohol Tolerance, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect)

A Guide on How to (not) Have a Secret Relationship by Grapesey (YumGrapeJuice) (T, 6k, wangxian, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Boys Kissing, they are horribly in love, WWX is a Little Shit, LWJ is So Whipped, WWX is obsessed with LWJ's hair, JC is So Done)

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10. For the next itmf could I see if we could find any fics where mo xuanyu is adopted by wangxian. I’ll take both modern au and canon type fics

a thousand fragile and unprovable things by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Trans Male Character, Trans MXY, MXY Deserves Happiness, Best Dads Wangxian, Handwaving The Legal System With The Power of LWJ, A little bit of angst, mostly soft, Happy Ending, Gender Happiness, Let LWJ Wear Skirts Agenda, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

silk linked together by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 6k, LWJ & MXY, Wangxian, Modern, Autistic LWJ, Cellist LWJ, LWJ, Runs A Rabbit Rescue, MXY Deserves Happiness, Fluff) which ends w/ both wangxian relationship and Mo Xuanyu adoption in process.

🔒 and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending, podfic of and having a marvellous time by varnes by Spinifex) (link in #6A)

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11. Hello! ITMF current wips? For the last few months Truth Will Out has been super fun to keep up with, but now it is complete I would love to find other wips to follow! Any genre (canon, au, or modern) and any topic/plot! Preferably something that updates with relative frequency, like weekly or every other week. Thank you so much!

No Matter What You Are by LilyFaraday (M, 209k, wangxian, WIP, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Female WWX, MXY is a girl in this one and WWX has to deal with it, Genderbending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, A lot of comedy coming from WWX dealing with being a girl, and also using it to his advantage, Marriage of Convenience, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, no miscarriage)

A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 84k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ) My current MDZS WIP is the A Matter of Time Series, it's currently on worlbuilding extras before the actual sequel. It's update about monthly but considering the amount of thought and worldbuilding and the size of this series I think that's pretty fast hahaha make sure to read the warnings first!

once upon a time, 很久很久以前 by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (M, 69k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, WIP, Modern, Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Not Everyone Dies AU, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, WWX is sad and down bad, Single Parent LWJ, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Once Upon a Time Fusion, Curses, part of the fun is figuring out how to make these characters as miserable as possible :) ) may i offer up my wip? Updates arent thay frequent cause each chap is over 15k but im hoping to post the next chap this month!

🔒 The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 51k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, WIP, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang Sect Friendly, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Not YZY Friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Protection Squad)

A-Yuan's Big Adventure by KatanaHatake (G, 13k, wangxian, WIP, Time Travel, transmigrator LSZ, Found Family, Canon Divergence, Parents LWJ & WWX, People believing WWX birthed A-Yuan, Eventual Happy Ending, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 273k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, WIP, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives AU, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX's Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings)

🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 266k, WIP, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX)

At heart by apathyinreverie (M, 28k, wangxian, WIP, Dark LWJ(Ish), Amnesia, WWX gets to be Not Okay after the BM, Hurt WWX, Recovery, Caring, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, some definite manipulation, but not everything is as it seems, not nearly as dark as the tags make it sound, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, kind of, Domestic WangXian, Fluff, WWX Goes to Gusu, Possessive WWX, WWX happily atticwifing away, Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ)

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12. Itmf for qiongqi path divergence 🖤

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)

when you're doing all the leaving (then it's never your love lost) by tardigradeschool (T, 23k, wangxian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Fix-It, the inherent eroticism of under robes, Golden Core Transfer, LWJ finds out about wwx's missing core and says i have plenty to go around)

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending)

in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WWX dies at Qiongqi path, Demonic Cultivation)

Home and the Heartland by Witch_Nova221 (T, 210k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Slow Romance, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Discovery, Golden Core Reveal)

isn't there a Qiongqi Path canon divergence comp?

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13. itmf fics with Lan Wangji laughing/smiling/giggling etc. The bts of The Untamed with Wang Yibo laughing his ass off are killing me and i need LWG just being happy and laughing now

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14. An ITMF ask: I am looking for fic where WangXian's marriage is being arranged but one or both of them simply don't know about it until late in the game -not just "everyone knows but them" but literally they are being measured for wedding outfits and are clueless. Pining a plus! HEA pls! <3 @kimboo-york

Searching for a Heart by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, married at first sight au, this is basically modern arranged marriage, Getting Together, Reality TV AU)

Lead Me On Through by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 54k, wangxian, Alternate Universe, Arranged Marriage, Practice Kissing, practice other things, horny boys in love, questionable logic, Questionable Choices, they're dumb but cute, but dumb, but really cute, slight knives, Happy Ending)

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15. itmf modern au inventor wwx, similar to kizukatana's Truth Will Out? thank you for all that u do 💗

💖 One Can Keep A Secret (If He Does Not Know It’s There)by H_Belle (T, 5k, wangxian, NHS & WWX, modern w/ cultivation, inventor WWX, secret identity, identity reveal, YLLZ WWX, rogue cultivator WWX, pining LWJ, WWX pov)

There's An App For Everything by Sweetlittlevampire (G, 4k, wangxian, Modern Cultivation, Rivals to Lovers, Friends To Lovers, Competition, Demon fighting, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Night Hunts, Wangxian x Caves is the real ship here, Happy Ending, Humour)

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16. hi hi! could you recomend any fics where Lan Yuan grows up in Lotus Pier? thank you <3 @nyxiblue

What Remains After the War by Swan_Song (T, 41k, JC & LSZ, JC & JL, JL & LSZ, JL & LJY & OYZZ & LSZ, JC & WWX, WIP, Canon Divergence, LSZ is a Jiang, Good Uncle JC, Cousins JL & LSZ, JC Needs a Hug, JC Needs Therapy, The juniors solve a mystery, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, he tries his best, LSZ Needs a Hug)

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17. ITMF any fics where other characters preferably Jin zixuan has an unrequited/one sided crush on Wei Ying. Could be any setting preferably Canon/Canon divergence or with some sort of cultivation and wangxian end game. Gimme all you have please @linossock

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

[dodger-chan]

Look we all have to write the steddie flirting through DnD scene don't we?

Consider this a Christmas gift if you celebrate and something to do while everything's closed if you don't.

“How touchable are my boobs in this?”

“I think I’m falling in love with Eddie.” Steve replied. He had not meant to say that. He’d been helping Robin pick out clothes for her date with Vickie that night, and the thought had just hit him. Steve tried again. “Your boobs look great. Vickie will definitely want to slip her hands under that shirt.”

“Perfect.” Robin threw herself down on her bed next to Steve. “Let's go back a few seconds. Why do you think you’re falling for Eddie?”

“I stole one of Dustin’s old DnD manuals and I’ve been looking through it to figure out how their nerd game works. I bought my own copy of Sacred Heart. And I'm trying to read The Hobbit for the third time.”

He was forty-eight pages in, the farthest he’d made it yet. He might make it through the whole book this time, now that he’d decided he could skip the songs. 

“Oh, it’s like when you studied for the SATs with Nancy!”

“Even though I’d already taken the exam. Exactly.” Steve sighed. “It’s been going on for weeks. How did I not notice until now?”

“Because you’ve spent most of your life purposefully ignoring it when you liked a guy.” Robin ruffled his hair. “Hey, at least finding him hot isn’t news, right?”

“Yay for small victories, I guess.” Steve fixed the mess Robin had made. “But what do I do about it?”

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A part of Steve had wanted to show up in his rattiest t-shirt and jeans, to do his best to blend in with the rest of the club. But it wasn’t like the other guys didn’t know who he was. And Steve wanted to find out if Eddie might like him, not some nerd that looked like him. So Steve wore a polo shirt and his best jeans. The only way he could have looked less like he belonged was if he’d pulled his letterman out from the back of his closet.

“Are you playing with us Harrington?” Eddie asked when Steve sat down at the table.

“Um, is that okay? Bobbie had a thing come up and she asked me to sub in for her.” Robin’s thing had been a second date with Vickie. At his house, so the girls could kiss without worrying about getting caught. Steve needing to spend four hours in the Wheeler basement gave them plenty of alone time, too. “I might need some help with the math, but Robs gave me a character sheet and some basic instructions.”

Eddie and his friends exchanged looks. Steve really hoped they weren’t going to tell him to get lost.

“Steve? You’re playing?” Dustin practically threw himself down the stairs when he saw Steve. “How did we finally convince you? Was it Robin? Where is she?”

“Robin’s busy. I’m her sub. If Munson’s cool with it?”

Faced with Dustin’s pleading eyes, Eddie didn’t stand a chance.

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Steve mostly kept quiet at first, observing how Eddie ran the game, what strategies the kids preferred to use. Mostly he let them make the decisions and when they were in combat he hit the biggest enemy with his morningstar until it stopped moving.

It felt kind of familiar, but way less painful.

After a little while, Steve thought he had the hang of it enough to try Robin’s plan.

“Wait a second,” he stopped Mike before they attacked the mysterious cloaked figure. “Isn’t everybody’s health kind of low?”

“We don’t have time to rest and heal, Steve.” Mike was being weirdly patient with him. “The enemy has already seen us.”

“Yeah, but I could try charming him instead of fighting. Robin said her character was supposed to be charming.” She’d had this long explanation about charisma that Steve hadn’t followed but she’d summed it up as flirt with the NPCs. “If I flirt with him, maybe he’ll let us by without a fight.”

“He’s a guy, Steve,” Dustin pointed out. “Robin’s character is also a guy.”

“Gay people exist.” One of the older Hellfire members, Steve thought his name was Gareth, spoke up. He hadn’t expected any of Eddie’s friends to help him out with this. The three of them had their eyes on Eddie.

Eddie wasn’t saying anything.

“He’s seduced at least one girl in every town we’ve passed through,” Lucas explained. “Usually two or three.”

“It’s kind of a running joke,” Will added.

“He could like both.” Steve said it with a casualness he did not feel. “Some people do.”

“Buckley’s not going to be upset you made her character a little gay?” Eddie asked him.

“Nah, she won’t mind.”

“Then roll for seduction.”

Right as he rolled, another of Eddie’s friends - Steve had missed his name during introductions - bumped into the table. The dice fell onto the floor and one rolled under the sofa.

This was apparently a catastrophe.

“We won’t be able to get the die without moving it! We’ll never know what you rolled!” Dustin whined.

“Couldn’t I just roll it again?” This was, for some reason, the worst question he could have asked, as it sparked a lecture on the sacred and inviolable nature of the dice rolls.

“Have him role play it,” Jeff suggested. Eddie shot his friend a dirty look.

Steve briefly wondered if Robin had been talking with the older members of Hellfire, but that didn’t seem likely. They wouldn’t have any reason to help him out. 

“I don’t mind.”

“If that’s what you want.” Eddie shrugged. “Show us you can be as charming as your character.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m exactly as charming as Sir Dingus des Cheveux.” Steve wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or disturbed by how much Robin’s character was based on him. Though it certainly made playing him easier. “Tell me what I see.”

“I already did. Cloaked figure, no obvious weapon.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’d notice if I was looking for a fight. Can I see his hair? His face? His eyes?”

“Um, his hood is up, so no.” Right. Eddie was going to make this difficult.

“Okay so I step forward and I stand, uh, shit. It’s hard to describe.” Steve could be just as difficult. “Can we act it out?”

“Act it out?”

“I mean the NPCs are all you, right? So if you could stand in for this guy?” A lot of flirting was physical and, for Steve, automatic. He didn’t know exactly what he was doing until he was doing it. 

“Do it, Eddie.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve always wanted to see The Hair at work.”

Eddie’s friends egged him on. Lucas nodded along with them. Dustin had grabbed a blank sheet of paper and seemed prepared to take notes. Will seemed somewhere between uncomfortable and fascinated. Only Mike looked unhappy about it, but that was just how Mike was. 

Date a guy’s sister for a year and not even saving his life could make him smile at you.

Eddie rose from his seat.

“Okay, Harrington. Charm me.”

Steve stepped forward, until he was almost close enough to touch Eddie.

“Hi,” he said, tilting his head to one side. He smiled a slightly goofy smile that he knew invited teasing. “What’s a nice boy like you doing in a dungeon like this?”

Eddie burst out laughing.

“Seriously? That’s what you’re starting with?”

“Is that you or the character laughing?” Steve asked.

“Both.”

“You have a beautiful laugh.” Steve spoke in character. Eddie stopped laughing, surprised. “I bet your face is just as lovely.”

“He pushes his hood back to reveal the face of a drow. The face is not lovely, but scarred. One particularly nasty scar on his right cheek creates the illusion of a smile. He says, You lose.”

“I don't know about that.” Steve stepped a little closer and lifted his hand. “May I?”

Eddie nodded.

Steve pushed Eddie's hair away from his face, lightly brushing Eddie's scars. Taking care that the back of his thumb caressed the most prominent one, the one that tugged down the corner of Eddie's lip and gave his smile a permanent look of irony.

“You have the most expressive eyes I've ever seen,” Steve murmured. Eddie pulled back.

Shit. That wasn't in character. Steve tried again.

“I think I won, but I wouldn’t want to contradict anyone with such enchanting eyes.” He dropped the smile but kept the teasing tone. “What do I lose?”

“Your life,” Eddie replied, but his heart clearly wasn't in it.

“You don't want to kill me.” Steve’s smile widened. He'd won this round as soon as Eddie had laughed. “If you’re having trouble thinking up a forfeit, can I suggest a kiss?”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie said with another laugh. “You have successfully seduced the drow. He does not attack your party, or summon reinforcements. Your one night stand allows for a long rest. Because the drow is a cleric of Loviatar, you only recover half your health.”

“Worth it.” He winked at Eddie before sitting back down at the table. “Sir Dingus had an excellent time. Is there a fantasy version of asking for a guy’s number? In case I have to sub in for Rob again?”

He didn’t want to saddle Robin’s character with a boyfriend when Robin had been using him to flirt with girls, but he didn’t want to leave Eddie with the impression that Steve moved on from people as quickly as Sir Dingus did.

“The life of an adventurer is hardly conducive to long term relationships.” That did not answer Steve’s question. “But, he tells you his name is Ghauntel Kenduis and should he see you again, he will remember yours.”

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Dungeons and Dragons was not the worst way to spend an afternoon. The combat was kind of boring, and the bickering over what the party was going to do next made Steve sympathize with the guys who’d stuffed nerds into lockers. 

Okay, DnD was not his thing at all and the only thing he really enjoyed about it was getting to flirt with Eddie.

Steve slid his hand over the scars on Eddie's neck. Slowly, carefully, he brought their lips together for a kiss.

Well, Eddie’s characters, which wasn’t exactly the same thing. And after that first time, he hadn’t had to do nearly as much roleplaying. But it was still fun.

“You kept breaking character,” Eddie commented when the game was finished for the day. 

“What do you mean?” The kids had, unsurprisingly, vanished upstairs as soon as it was time to clean up. A little more surprising was that the rest of Hellfire had also cleared out, leaving Steve and Eddie alone.

“When you would flirt. You kept losing the characters. You’ve never played before, so flirting with me instead of my NPCs would be an easy mistake to make. Or…” Eddie trailed off. “Nah, you’re just bad at the game.”

“I mean, I am. And breaking character wasn’t something I tried to do on purpose.” Steve stepped close to Eddie again. Close enough to reach out and touch him. “But I kept doing it because I wanted to flirt with you.”

“Why?” Eddie asked. “I'm a freak and kind of an asshole a lot of the time. And I’m not exactly a pretty face these days.”

“Well, it turns out that weird and passionate nerds are kinda my type.” And Steve was sick of dating girls who weren't his type. “May I?”

Wordlessly, Eddie nodded.

Again, Steve pushed Eddie's hair back, tucking it behind his ear. Eddie leaned into Steve's touch.

“You really do have the most expressive eyes. I wish you didn't feel like you have to hide them.” 

#stranger things #steddie #obligatory steve plays dnd fic #my fic

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hi! If your requests are open I have one! Just saw ATSV yesterday and its rotting my brain agsisghagdh anyways-

An M!Spider!Reader who is one of Miguel's trusted agents with a tendency to overwork himself to make sure that his teammates are kept safe and ignoring his own health in the process. This understandably makes Miguel very concerned but this man cannot healthily express this are you kidding? What I'm saying is classic troupe of patching you up while scolding you in Spanish and then maybe they kiss a little bit and well if you want to make it a little spicy I wont stop you >:]

Thank you very much! Genuinely makes my gay little heart happy when I see writers like you who exclusively write for gn/male readers, y'all are the backbone of the x reader community fr 💜

A/N: im so sorry this took so long this was months ago but a mf forgot and wow here i am yippee!!!! As usual, if yall find any spelling mistakes pls inform me as i’m always praciticing this damn 2nd language lmao. Lets see if my writing skills is still any good LOL enjoy!! <333

Careless 

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is another spiderman, Soft!Miguel, slight OOC, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

Ever since the new guy joined the team, he quickly rose in the ranks and became Miguel’s right-hand man. He’d usually go on patrol, jumping from one universe to another with the man as they capture and contain anomalies like the bugs they are. Miguel puts his trust in him, well, as much trust as a man like Miguel can put in someone. But despite the short time the newbie has been in the Spider society, he has managed to capture Miguel and most of the Spider people's hearts so easily. 

He’s a comet that passes by the compound. Each time he returned from a mission, the spiders would gather around him, congratulating him on another successful mission and inviting him to drink or eat together.  A aswarm would always gather around the portal they knew he would come out from and each time, without fail, he would emerge to cheers and smiles. It wasn't like everyone else wasn't doing a good job, they were all doing what they were supposed to, but somehow the newbie was liked all around, solidifying Miguel’s slowly growing infatuation with him. 

But despite the trust and praises he gets, a spidey doesn't come home unscathed, not every time. Sometimes he’d come back from one of his solo missions with a broken rib or two, bruises in more places than necessary, a torn muscle here a twisted ankle there. He’d limp his way into the infirmary, an army of other spideys following him in worry yet he’d dismiss them easily with a simple wave and a; “It’s nothing guys, I’ll be fine,”

Miguel hates it.

Whenever the man goes on missions with the leader of the society, without fail, he will come home with nothing more than one or two bruises that would heal in a couple of hours if not minutes. Miguel would roll his shoulders back and the man would simply shake his head furiously like a dog before prancing to greet his waves of fans. Miguel didn't need to pay attention to him unless they were doing teamwork. He would run around by himself, track down the anomaly with him, and they would contain it easily and transfer it back just as easily. 

He might not look like it, but when Miguel brings a teammate with him on duo missions, he’s expected to cover their back and vice versa. Miguel will break any skull that dares to hurt his team and he hopes for the same response from his teammate. The newbie never disappoints. 

Miguel would find himself enraged, almost cornered by an anomaly, and there come’s Prince Charming with a devastating kick towards the anomaly’s side which sends it hurling into another building. Miguel appreciates their duo missions, the main reason he puts himself with the newbie. 

Not to mention, he makes a great team leader too. He’s carried out several missions with the younger ones, mainly Miles and Gwen, and despite it all, they always return successfully and with a snack in hand. When he goes on missions with Hobie, they’d somehow come back with a new intricate playlist created and when he goes on missions with Pavitr, they’d come back with pockets full of trinkets ready to give them to the other youngins. All in all, a solid team leader.

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

—

You were on a mission with Miles. One of your duo missions with the boy, rare considering Gwen usually tags along. But today she’s got a mission with Pavitr and Peni, which leaves you and Miles for some quality Dude Time. 

It was a sunny day in the universe Miles and you dropped in. As the two of you swing from building to building, talking about Miles’ thing with Gwen and laughing at how embarrassed he gets, continuing the topic to buying a new Lego set for Pavitr and Hobie as the two of you swung past a Lego shop, when suddenly the anomaly reveals itself.

Another variant of Doc Oct holding themselves up with their extended metal arms. You can handle a Doc Oct alone, and with Miles helping you, the mission was expected to be so easy you were already thinking about what to have for dinner. 

But things don't always go according to plan, does it?

It strikes 8 pm when Miguel gets a notif from Lyla that an arriving portal was opened into the containment site of the compound. The man clicks his tongue, dropping from his platform before making his way to the site. Every step he takes he leaves his foul mood like a repellent, making the other spidey avoid him, cutting the middle path of the other spideys like a blade. His scowl is not helping his case either way.

The last portal should've been at 6 pm.

The door slides open, and a slight hiss rings out into the room. Inside the evenly lit expanse of the room, he easily spots yours and Mile’s spider suits in between all the other anomaly's dingy outfits. Miguel takes a breath before he stalks towards the two men, their backs to him.

“Ugh, my rib is killing me,” You groan, pressing in the code to store the anomaly in its cell.

“You're telling me, this bruise is going to be a pain in the butt to heal,” Miles sighed, holding his left arm. “But if it weren't for you, man, I’d be dead meat,” 

“Oh come on Miles, none of us knew the guy would send a gas truck our way,” You scoff. The terminal beeps and the thrashing anomaly is contained. 

“The fact that it burned on its way towards us was also something we didn't expect.” Miles laughs at what you said as you find yourself cringing. You knew there were going to be burn marks on your leg.

“No, but seriously, thanks for covering me back there, I thought we’d-”

“You thought you’d what?” 

Miles practically jumps into your arms as the both of you screams. You shut your eyes and it seems like Mile’s did the same before a stern cough makes you peek through your eyelids. There, in front of you, stands a solid wall of muscle and anger. Miguel has his arms crossed, eyes so sharp it could cut a mountain in half. The slight scowl on his lips would be cute if it weren't for the pure bloodlust as he gazes down into you, making you gulp.

“Heeeeeey Miguel,” Your pathetic excuse of a smile was met with nothing but him deepening his frown. Okay alright yup.

Miles awkwardly scuffles down your arms. He coughs into his fist, pulling at the edge of his suit. “Hi there haha…”

Miguel stares. “The last arrival portal should've been at six.”

Not a sound from you or Miles. Miguel holds back a growl. 

“You two are late.”

“Right, ‘m sorry Miguel, I promise this would be the last time, it was just that- See me and Miles here; we didn't realize that this Doc Oct was gonna be slightly more insane than the others-” You ramble, Miles quickly nodding along. 

“And haha, well, one truck lead to another and next thing ya’ now, bam! We got uh… hurt,” A nervous chuckle left your lips. Miguel replies nothing.

“B-but! I covered Miles from the fire! So he only got a couple of bruises, I promise the kid is fine and it wasn't his fault either so let’s just-”

“Enough.” He barks. You practically clamped your mouth shut. 

The doors hisses open again and Gwen comes running in, worry on her face. She sighs in relief as he spots Miles hiding beside you. “Miles! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Miguel turns as she runs and wraps her arms around the boy. “You came back so late!”

“I’m sorry Gwen, things got a bit out of control,” Miles pats the girl back reassuringly. “I just got a bit beaten up, nothing I can't handle,” 

Gwen pulls back and grabs the boy's face before turning it left and right and up and down, her eyes scanning like a hawk. She deems it enough as she stops, hands firmly holding Miles’ arms. “You always say that,” She sighs. 

You can't help the small relieved smile on your lips as you watch the two teens catch up with each other before Miguel makes a gesture with his hand.

“Gwen, go take Morales into the infirmary.” He says as he nods to Lyla that popped up on his brace. “And make sure he doesn't get out of bed for the next two days.”

“What?! But it’s barely a scratch-” 

“Now, Morales.” The man stares them down until eventually, Miles relents with a sigh and lets the girl usher him into the Infirmary's direction, the two of them shuffling next to each other, Gwen's arm around Miles. 

You hear something along the lines of ‘detention’ from Gwen as she laughs before the door slides close, leaving you with an enraged lion in its territory. You gulp as Miguel fixes his red eyes on you.

“You. Come with me.” 

And that's how you find yourself walking down the halls of the many living quarters of the compound. You followed silently behind Miguel’s broad shoulders, in any other day you would find it hard to resist not ogling those massive arms, but tonight Miguel was practically a walking beacon of rage. The smallest misstep would make him burst and thats the last thing you want to happen. 

“Miguel, I'm sorry, okay?” You try, catching up to walk beside him. “I promise this will be the last time I’ll come back from a mission late, plus, I won't bring anyone else with me too if I ever do it again. I swear this won't hap-”

His sudden halt catches you off guard and you bump against him. You scratch the bridge of your nose with a slight frown from the impact. The dimly lit hallway made it a slight challenge to read the nameplate but you managed to make out ‘O’Hara’ and with that, your stomach drops.

“Um… Miguel, this isn't my room…” 

The door opens. The room is pitch black. 

Miguel makes his way inside. His red eye glows before he commands; “Sit.” 

Fear brought you to sit on his bed, not a crease in sight which only struck your fear deeper into you. You could hear your heartbeat, terrified for what's to come. The worst thing Miguel could do would probably chew you out in the comfort of his room, away from any possible witnesses, and then maybe take you out of commission for a while as your punishment. 

You gulp as the man sets something beside you. It was a box, hard to make out what it was but it seemed heavy. Miguel clawed and the large hand extends towards you and you screw your eyes shut, hell did you pray to any god that was willing to listen to you so please please please-

“Bring your face closer.” 

Huh?

Cautiously, you open your eyes to Miguel’s face inches away from you, a warm light bathes over his features, making the lines of worry and fear evident. “Let me see your wounds.” 

You blink, once, twice, owlishly, making the man before you sigh and cup your jaw softly. He turns your face to inspect it before he brings his other hand which wipes your fringe away from covering any other possible wounds. 

He hums. “Looks like just scratches.” 

The mystery box turns out to be a first aid kit. Miguel flicks it open and rummages around in it before he pulls a couple of bottles and bandages out. 

“Take off your suit top, we need to treat that burn before it gets worse.” He demands. You cough before awkwardly peeling off what's left of your suit before dropping it on the carpeted floor. You need to get that repaired.

You couldn't bear to meet Miguel's eyes. Not when he’s kneeled in front of you, his usually intimidating body looking small as he’s hunched over. He looks tired, his frown is a mixture of worry and annoyance, but there is something beneath it. Something you don't dare to think about but you know. You always knew. From the first day, you finally managed to see that crack in Miguel’s hardened exterior, you’ve been scared to make another move toward him. Behind this wall of a man, is a heart guarded with spikes and what he has in his eyes right now as he’s wrapping a cooling pad around your arm is something that petrifies you. 

“Next time you’ll be doing missions with me and me only. I won't be assigning you to any other spiders until you learn to take care of yourself,” He huffs, unveiling another roll of bandages.  He pulls at your shoulder which makes you turn slightly. 

"Fucking hell, ¿cómo puedes ser tan descuidado? You run around saving everyone else but who’s going to save you, huh?" He huffs, wrapping the last of the bandage slightly too tight which makes you wince. He notices but does nothing. 

Once again, he holds your chin between his fingers as your gazes suddenly meet. Miguel growls with how you won't meet his eyes, firmly pointed anywhere but into Miguel’s red eyes. He sighs before letting you go as he takes out some ointments. He puts the substance on your cheek and under your slowly blackening eye, then down your jaw where you know a pretty bad bruise taints your skin. You feel his movement slow before his hand rests on your nape, sending jolts of warmth through your body.

“Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate." His voice devastatingly soft. 

Confusion and a steady wave of feelings start at the bottom of your heart, which only worsens as you finally find the courage to look at Miguel. To your surprise, his eyes are wider than usual, pools of crimson oozing with care as he scans your features. His thumb rubs at the base of your skull. “I can't lose my right-hand man.” 

He sighs. “Please, necesito que estés seguro por mí,"

You inhale sharply. Without realizing it, he's practically inches away from you. Your heart races, beats out of your control when Miguel rubs your nape again. 

“Miguel…?” 

A beat passes. Silence. 

Before Miguel growls roughly and promptly stands, taking the med kit with him. He makes his way to what you assume was his wardrobe. Panic rises beside you, making you wave around your hands. “I- Um- Miguel please I didn't mean to- Oof!”

Something was thrown at you. Something soft and large and is this hit shirt and… boxers?! 

“Change your clothes. You can't sleep in those.” Miguel points out, his scowl now a pout on his lips. 

“But-”

“I'm not saying this twice.” He growls before he slides into the bathroom and leaves you in his bedroom along with the pile of his clothes in your arms. 

You slowly look down at what you're holding. Carefully, you slide off what's left of your suit and drop them in a discarded pile before pulling on Miguel's clothes. To no one's surprise, you're practically drowning in the shirt. His boxers barrel fits you and the first goes over your tighs easily. You feel smaller even for your height and stature, but it feels… safe. 

The door of the bathroom slides open to reveal Miguel standing with slightly damp hair as he's drying it off with a towel and in nothing but gray sweats. Something grows within you and it’s definitely something else besides your heart. 

“Ah, you're done,” He glances toward you before setting the towel down neatly. He saunters to the side of his large bed, pulling the covers off before sliding in. An arm keeps the cover slightly open, before he raises an obvious brow.

“Get in here and sleep,” He huffs. 

You jump and quickly slide beside Miguel, careful to keep an inch of a distance. But that was deemed unsuccessful when the man beside you pulled you to his side, and his arm wrapped protectively around your middle which made you drape your hand over his chest. Before you can squirm, he locks his chin over your head with a content sigh. 

Shit, he really is a giant lion. You sigh. 

“Sleep. You need your rest to heal.” Miguel’s voice purrs through you while you're practically glued to his side. You chuckle slightly before pressing a peck just below his jaw.

“You sleep too.” You smile. “Good night Miguel.” 

You hear Miguel hum before he presses his lips to your crown. “Good night.” 

Translations:

how can you be so careless? = cómo puedes ser tan descuidado

Take care, huh? Take care of yourself. = Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate.

I need you to be safe for me, = necesito que estés seguro por mí,

Reblogs are appreciated <3

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[hadesoftheladies]

if you're a radfem (or feminist in general) chances are you're dealing with these: repressed anger and the effects of gaslighting

if you're exhausted a lot (without strenuous physical activity and lack of sleep), find yourself having outbursts of strong emotion, feeling desperate for a form of escape, fantasizing about drastic measures, anxious and "forgetful" about memories you have, nervous about speaking about your experiences . . .

here's some tricks on how i've been coping:

-boundaries. if you can cut off people (irl or online) that cause you to spiral into hate, frustration, anger at their ignorance/malice, do it. even if it's a musician whose one song you like. or your brother or dad. limit time as much as possible with them. the less access they have, the less relevant they become, the more energy you conserve.

-do art! create something, it doesn't matter what it is. express those emotions! make sure you're doing it in a judgement-free zone. it's important you don't become a critic at this time. do messy, honest art (sometimes i write short scenes of gay/lesbian characters to cope with the homophobia in my life, and it makes me feel MUCH better and less cynical, sometimes you need to create beauty to remember it exists in the world)

-get out! get out into nature, if you can. if you can't immerse yourself in some form of it. try watching a potted plant for a while or watch insects. take interest in the mundane aspects of life. see that leaf curl? that ant? you're part of that. when you see the clouds, remember they are part of the cycle. the earth grows into its beauty as you do. the moon is the sky's cycle tracker. you belong to this world. you belong in it. this is your home. revel in it.

-if you can, and if you want to, hang out with animals. animals are great companions with none of the misogyny, internalized or otherwise! they don't mind if you cry, either. seriously, if you need non-draining, non-complicated companionship, animals are a good option. it's also good to remember you're a simple animal sometimes, with simple needs. sometimes all you need is a nice belly rub and a little treat.

-cultivate female friendships where it's safe to rant and also not all about ranting. your friendships should be a comfort, not a chore. you need irl community. if you can access it at this time, if you can find a way to cultivate it, please do. it may save you

-it is okay to enoy things despite the evil in the world. you don't have to be an activist 24/7. go watch your favorite movie. listen to your favorite comedian. and let down your guard while you're enjoying that little something. it's important you don't fall into analyzing things.

-for the gaslighting, start having conversations where you make it explicitly clear that you want the other party to ONLY listen. also, JOURNAL, even if it's just a paragraph or two sentences. write down the small important facts of your day. you'll either build a more reliable memory or come to see how reliable your memory is. just don't hang out with people that are constantly testing you. that is not an environment where you develop healthy trust in yourself.

-fight back! these are some ways to heal from the bruising of the world, but honestly? you need to acknowledge how RIGHT and GOOD your anger is. and one of the best ways to do that is to fight back! do something that addresses part of the injustice your heart is screaming about. it doesn't have to be big, it just needs to help someone and address the situation. address the alarms in your brain telling you something isn't right and you have to do something about it. scratch that itch! do that something. you will feel really good

please feel free to add any other tips you guys may have for cultivating joy, hope and energy, because we don't have to be miserable while/for doing the right thing

#radfem #radblr #feminism #radical feminism #radfems please touch

[stevesbipanic]

Maroon

Happy birthday @henderdads in honour of you, the number one supporter of my Midnights collection, my go-to swiftie in my phone and because our Taylor has left my country singing this song on her last show here, enjoy.

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

'Cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"

I see you every day now

“Steveeeee, your little candle died!” Eddie giggled from the other room. They’d spent the day unpacking Steve’s new apartment downtown. Well, Steve had unpacked, and Robin and Eddie had spent most of the day snooping through boxes. Robin had gone home, her parents still wary of her staying out after dark, Starcourt only a few months ago.

“Little candle? Oh, the incense,” Steve said coming into the room to see Eddie on the floor. He wiped off the little pile of ash and plopped down next to Eddie, stretching his legs over him. “Share that you gremlin, Robin bought that for my housewarming!” Steve reached over Eddie to grab the bottle of wine Robin’s mum sent with her.

“It’s too bad Robbie can’t live here with you, I don’t want you being all lonely,” Eddie pouted looking over at him.

Steve took a big gulp of the tangy wine, “You could always move in?”

“You wouldn’t get sick of me?”

“Nah, sounds nice seeing you every day.”

“Ok, Stevie, I’ll tell Wayne tomorrow, now gimme that bottle, roomies gotta share!”

And I chose you

The one I was dancin' with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was

Living with Eddie was easy, it was nice having someone to come home to. The kids liked him too, winning them over with Hellfire and nerdy movie nights. Sitting on a bathroom floor with Robin figuring out why he got butterflies every time Eddie smiled wasn’t as easy but it felt healing.

“We should go out!” Eddie had said when Steve came out to him, blushing hard before Eddie continued. “Robbie looks too young to join me when I go to this gay bar in Indy but I bet they’ll look the other way for you, sweetheart.”

That’s how Steve found himself twirling around a brightly lit dancefloor that Friday, boys with boys and girls with girls around him and he felt light and free. Eddie never left his side, his scary dog energy scaring off any guys that might’ve asked Steve to dance but Steve didn’t mind, maybe it meant Eddie would keep dancing with him.

They stumbled down the road together, planning to sleep the night off in the van and drive home in the morning. Steve giggled looking up, the morning sun had begun peaking over the horizon, it’s colours dancing through him matching the warmth he felt in his heart.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

After that night the boys felt closer than ever. It was no surprise when they ended up on the living room floor again, a bottle of cheap red wine between them. Laughter filled their home in a way it never did in Steve’s house growing up. Eddie threw his hands around as he spoke, inevitably spilling the wine on them, narrowly missing the carpet.

“Oh shit, sorry Steve!” Eddie said following Steve to the bathroom. For a brief moment, Steve thought of another stain in another bathroom, but as he turned towards Eddie all thoughts of that night left him. Eddie gently tried to get out the stain from the ruined shirt. Steve couldn’t help it, blame it on the wine, blame it on the location, but he reached out grabbing Eddie’s shirt and tugging him forward.

Their lips meeting, Steve tasted the wine and cigarettes they shared. He pulled back slowly, hoping he hadn’t ruined everything. He didn’t have to worry long as Eddie quickly pulled him back, meeting his lips again.

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

Sobbin' with your head in your hands

Ain't that the way shit always ends?

It’s not always easy living with the person you care about most. November brought more nightmares, dreams he couldn’t explain to Eddie, wanting to keep him far away from the hell beneath them. He had to blame his screams for Robin on a fire and not the longest night of his life.

“Why won’t you talk to me, Stevie!”

“Because I can’t!”

“Why not!”

“I’m trying to protect you!”

Steve felt the slam of the door cut through him. For the first time in a long time, they sleep in separate beds.

You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

I feel you no matter what

Steve came home a few days later to Eddie waiting at their door. Pink carnations held tightly in his hand, his teary eyes and flushed cheeks made Steve’s heart ache. Eddie looked up as he heard Steve approach, his voice cracking as he said his name.

The rubies that I gave up

“I’m sorry, Stevie. I shouldn’t have left, I was just worried about you.”

Steve gently took the flowers and Eddie’s hand, “I want to tell you, I just can’t and I need you to trust me, Eds.”

Eddie nodded and Steve unlocked their door leading them both inside. “You know, I love carnations,” Steve said giving Eddie a soft smile going to the kitchen to get them water.

Eddie laughed softly, “I thought they were roses, they just looked pretty and reminded me of you.”

Steve smiled, he thought about how his dad would always try and win his mother’s forgiveness with money and jewels, he liked this better.

And I lost you

The one I was dancin' with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was maroon

No matter how hard Steve tried to protect the people he loved, they always seemed to get dragged into it. Steve never wanted to see Eddie as terrified as he did in that boathouse. He wishes he’d gone with Eddie that night after the game, but he’d promised Lucas that he’d drive him to the after-party. He didn’t even know Eddie was still dealing.

“Don’t be a hero,” he’d said, but now Eddie was bleeding in his arms. Dark red blood seeping into their shirts like the wine did all those months ago. Eddie’s eyes slipped closed on the drive to the hospital.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

Everywhere Steve looked he saw red. He refused to leave the hospital until Eddie was out of surgery. Robin had dragged him to the bathroom, forcing him to wash the blood that coated his arms down the drain. She’d left to get him a change of clothes, leaving him to sit on the hard chairs in the waiting room.

The cushions a bright red, the blood a muddy maroon under his nails, his shirt stained a deep scarlet, the smell of rust and iron coming off of him, a crimson sky behind his eyes.

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

Steve doesn’t remember when he sat down beside Eddie’s bedside. He just remembers a teary phone call to Wayne and seeing Eddie still breathing. Wayne had to go to work, Steve didn’t have anywhere to be since Family Video sunk into the earth with half the town. Pink carnations in a vase at his bedside.

“I told you not to be a hero, Eds.”

The brief bouts of sleep he got leant over Eddie or curled up in his chair were plagued with losing Eddie over and over. Til one night he dreams of them back in their apartment, lying on their floor, Eddie’s fingers brushing through his hair. He wakes, still feeling the edges of his dream, fingers still in his hair. He glances up and meets warm brown eyes.

“Eds, you’re awake!”

“Sorry I tried being a hero, Stevie, I should’ve trusted you.”

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet (it was maroon)

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon)

The day Eddie comes home, a town rebuilt, Steve swears the sky is the same pink it was that night in Indianapolis. He helps Eddie up the stairs, opening the door, the apartment just how they left it. The warm burgundy blanket on their ruby couch. A bottle of red wine on the counter, cherry wood cabinets and chestnut floors. A soft blush on both their faces as they lay down on the scarlet sheets of their bed. Merlot on their lips as their sucked soft wine-coloured bruises, taking back their love from months so close yet so far apart.

It was maroon

It was maroon

Steve would wake later, lips bit rough and maroon and thank the world that life didn’t end under a blood-red sky.

Ao3

#happy bday cass #taylor swift #midnights collection #maroon #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #ao3 fics

[mrsaltieri-real]

Good Boy, Meeks (Mickey Altieri X Randy Meeks)

Words: 2.8k

Warning/s: language, smut, slight dom/sub dynamic, handjobs, blowjob, teasing, cum eating, cum play, filming/sex tape, hair pulling, Randy’s a nervous wreck, Mickey’s a teasing ass, implied stalking, frenemies to fuck buddies.

A/N: SO this is my first fic that is two canon characters. No reader insert, no OC. Just Mickey and Randy. The Film Bro’s™️. This was ridiculously fun to write, I’m definitely going to do stuff like this more often. I love them so much. Thank you @bisexual-horror-fan for beta reading and editing! You’re such a massive help dude!

I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Mickey had always found Randy sweet.

In a lot of ways, they were the same. Film geeks with an unfiltered passion for cinema and the art surrounding it, constantly looking for a deeper meaning, both there and in real life. Then again, they were more different than similar.

Randy was a small town boy still reeling from the series of murders that rocked him a year back. He never showed it, but he lived in a constant state of unease, glancing over his shoulder and never letting anybody but Sidney in. Even then, he couldn’t talk to her about this stuff. She was healing, getting better. He was happy for her, but when she began dating Derek, he realized that he truly was all alone.

Mickey, on the other hand, was from the city. Eager, outgoing, confident. He wasn’t scared about people finding him arrogant or full of himself, he lived his life with no regrets. He was being bankrolled through college by Billy Loomis’ mother to help her finish the job he and Stu Macher couldn’t. Mickey was violent, in more ways than the obvious. His ambition made him all the more magnetic, especially to Randy.

They had a fun frenemy vibe going for a while, though they both knew it was more affectionate than anything. Mickey liked Randy, he thought he was simply adorable. Randy liked Mickey, he enjoyed arguing with him even though most of the time he knew he was just saying opposing views on cinema to get a rise out of him, like when he’d sat in front of him and blatantly said that Superman 2 was better than Superman 1. Randy could see the amusement in his eyes as he argued back, but decided to roll with it.

Anything to stretch out the conversation.

Randy wasn’t gay. He knew he wasn’t gay, he’d been in love with Sidney since before he even knew what love was. But sometimes, just sometimes, he’d glance over at Mickey in class or in the cafeteria, watch his head tip back as he laughed, the dimples in his cheeks. His eyes would drift to his strong, muscular arms, watch his huge hands run through his hair or drum against his thigh, and it was almost impossible to look away.

But no, he wasn’t gay, he wasn’t bi, he was straight. Right?

“Randy!” Fingers snapped in front of Randy’s face, and he blinked, shaking his head before his blue eyes tentatively met light brown. “You okay, man?”

“Fine, why?” Randy cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his seat and looking down at his paper. He and Mickey had been paired for a project on cinematography in horror, and it bugged Randy that the moment their names were spoken out one after the other by their professor, he’d felt his heart flutter a little.

“Well, I was talking to you and you were just… Staring at me.” Mickey’s tone was light, almost playful. He didn’t look away from Randy, his grin spreading wider as he saw the rush of colour flood to the boy's cheeks. How cute is that?

“Fuck off, Mickey, no I wasn’t.” Randy scoffed, shaking his head. “Stop fucking around, what were you saying?”

“C’mon, Meeks! Tell me what you were thinking about.” Mickey leaned forward in his own seat, his hand reaching out and playfully pushing Randy’s shoulder. Randy swatted at his hand, only making Mickey chuckle and hold his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay!” He shook his head, still smiling as he grabbed his camera from his desk, flipping the small flap open and holding it up. “Don’t wanna tell me? Tell the camera.”

“Mickey, I swear to God, fuck off.” Randy held up his hand, turning his head to the side and burying his face into his shoulder. “You’re such an ass, dude.”

“Aw, I know.” Mickey didn’t drop the camera. His eyes were fixed on Randy through the tiny screen, his head tilting just slightly to the side. His smile had changed into a somewhat affectionate half smile, watching as Randy peeked up at him. “What?”

“You like me, don’t you?”

The question took him by such surprise, Randy let out a laugh that was a little too loud, a roll of his eyes that was a little too dramatic and stood to his feet, pushing the chair back a little too hard. Mickey watched the ordeal with an amused expression and a cocked brow, the camera still focused on Randy, “I think you’re a dick.”

“And I think that you think I’m blind and stupid.” Mickey retorted, finally looking up from the small screen, his eyes settling and Randy’s awkward stance. “It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t do that.”

Randy looked away, as he says, “I don’t like you. Not like that.”

Mickey presses, “Like what?”

“Like- Oh, shut up.” Randy muttered, beginning to walk toward Mickey’s bathroom.

Before he could get past him, Mickey’s large hand that Randy had so often admired shot out, wrapping around his forearm easily and holding him next to him.

“Don’t make it weird, Meeks. We can fuck if that’s what you want.”

Mickey said it so matter-of-factly it took Randy a little by surprise, his eyes shooting to Mickey, who still gripped the camera in his other hand, the band around his wrist and his arm resting beside him.

“But you’re not…” Randy’s voice trailed off and Mickey let out another laugh.

There is that infuriatingly dazzling smile as he asked, “I’m not what? Gay?”

Randy stumbles over his words as he responds, “I mean… Yeah. I’ve seen you with girls and stuff.”

“Yeah, so? What, you're a film major and think people can’t branch out a little?”

Randy frowned, this isn’t as simple as making a movie in a different genre, at least not to Randy. His eyes darting from Mickey’s hand wrapped around his arm and to his face. He couldn’t deny, when Mickey touched him, he felt an uncomfortably strong wave of arousal flow through his body and stab him straight in the stomach.

Fuck, he hated that Mickey made him feel this way. Fucking Mickey Altieri of all people. It was no surprise really, though. Randy had seen first hand, he could pretty much fuck anybody he wanted. He was outrageously attractive, magnetic and just downright charming. He couldn’t deny he was attracted to him, and had been for a pathetic amount of time. And now, here he was, telling him he wanted him.

Randy didn’t move, caught in a hesitating limbo, so Mickey helped him, tugging on his arm and pulling him in front of him.

He had no idea what he was doing. He’d thought about this, this moment more times than he cared to admit whilst he was fisting his cock in the shower, thinking of Mickey. His hands, his arms, his smile, his cock, and more often than not, his lips. He was always filled with guilt after, wondering how Mickey would feel if he knew that Randy touched himself to thoughts of him on his knees with Mickey in his mouth.

This was fucking unbearable.

Mickey’s brown eyes were fixed on Randy’s torn expression, watching the vast array of emotions pass over his face. Suddenly, it wasn’t so amusing.

“Nod if you want me.” Mickey said, his voice unnaturally soft and tender.

Randy’s final thought was simple.

Fuck it.

He nodded his head, eyes, watching as Mickey released his arm and gently palmed over himself. Randy hadn’t noticed before that he was already half hard. Did he know? This entire time that Randy wanted him this much? Did he want it as long as he did, too?

Mickey didn’t speak, but he stood to his feet, placing the still rolling camera down on his desk, the lenses facing them, a light smile on his lips as he leaned forward, his hand moving from his own aching bulge in favour of Randy’s. The two of them were wearing sweatpants, and Mickey smiled in satisfaction at how fucking hard Randy was for him. He could feel his heat, feel the throbbing before he even made contact.

Mickey’s other hand cradled Randy’s flushed cheek, finding it sweet how panicked Randy looked, as if he was afraid this was all some big joke to his expense. But this wasn’t, Mickey wanted Randy, had done since the first day the little geek challenged him in film class.

Randy found that focusing on the beauty spot just beside Mickey’s eyes calmed him down slightly, humanizing the other boy a little more.

Mickey wasn’t going to kiss Randy first, however. He felt like that was something Randy had to do, and it didn’t take him anywhere near as long as he expected.

The minute Mickey’s head ghosted over him, Randy bit the bullet, closing the space and pressing his lips against Mickey’s with a passion that took Mickey by surprise. Randy let out a shaking moan into his mouth, pushing himself greedily against Mickey’s hand in desperate need for friction, to which the other boy eagerly obliged, his hand moving to frail his fingers down Randy’s happy trail and slipping smoothly into Randy’s sweats and boxers, eagerly kissing him back as he did. Mickey tasted like mint, his lips were unbearably soft and something about them seemed like home, the rough feeling of Mickey’s stubble scratched against Randy’s face, so satisfying and just how he dreamed it would.

The moment Randy felt Mickey’s well worked hand wrap around his cock, he was worried he was going to cum then and there. His hips thrust a little as he gasped into Mickey’s mouth, feeling him smile against him as he did. Randy’s hands were fast and eager, but he was stopped sharply by Mickey, who pulled back, shaking his head.

“Oh, God I- I’m sorry, fuck, I-“

Randy began rambling, his face flushing a deep red. Mickey simply rolled his eyes, bending down to pull Randy’s sweats and boxers down before pulling his own shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. “Shut up, I thought it would be easier this way, no?”

This was the first time Randy had seen Mickey shirtless. He momentarily marvelled at the hairs on his chest, his toned stomach, and swallowed thickly.

Before Randy could reply, Mickey kissed him, deeper and with more vigour than last time. Randy’s leaking cock pressed between both of their stomachs. Mickey’s hands gripped Randy’s hips, pulling him even closer to him and forcing him to grind against him before he pressed him firmly up against the wall, his lips beginning to drift from Randy’s lips, to his jaw, to his throat.

“F-fuck.” Randy’s moan was unsteady, his hands unconsciously moving to knot in his thick dark hair, his hips beginning to grind against him by themselves. The friction felt incredible, but what felt even better was Mickey’s hand beginning to slowly pump Randy’s cock as he kissed his neck, the sensation making goosebumps rise on his skin.

Mickey used Randy’s pre-cum as lube as he allowed the boy to messily thrust against his hand, his simpering whimpers and moans fucking music to his ears.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you like this, Meeks.” Mickey breathed into Randy’s ear, twisting his hand expertly and relishing in the gentle whines flooding out from Randy’s lips. “A leaking fucking mess just for me.”

“Just for you.” Randy echoed Mickey’s words, his hands gripping his hair even tighter as his pace began to steadily increase.

The feeling of his rough hand gliding up and down his shaft, his messy cock aching and throbbing, it was nothing like he’d had before. His first and only time with Karen Kolcheck back in Woodsboro seemed pretty much laughable compared to how Mickey was making him feel right now with just his hand. Randy knew he was close, his balls were aching, and he could feel himself ready to unload all over Mickey’s stomach, but he didn’t want to. He knew that once he did, it would be over.

Fuck, he didn’t want this to be over.

“You gonna cum for me, Randy?” Mickey asked. Randy let out a soft whine, flinching in effort to avoid doing just that.

“N-no.” He groaned out, the grip on Mickey’s hair tightening.

Mickey let out a breathy laugh, his hand slowing to a gentle pump. “Why not?” He asked.

Randy didn’t answer, his head falling forward, so his forehead pressed against Mickey’s shoulder.

Mickey wasn’t having that. He pulled his hand away from Randy’s sloppy cock, knocking his arms out of the way so he could pull Randy’s head back before gripping his chin between his long fingers.

“Why not?” He asked again, his tone a little harder.

“Because I don’t want it to be done.” Randy blurted out. He felt Mickey cock twitch against his from the confines of his sweats and briefs and felt an overwhelming desire to touch him too. Mickey looked at the hungry expression on Randy’s face and smiled affectionately, releasing Randy’s jaw and sliding his hand into his hair.

“Okay, on your knees then.”

Before the words were completely out of Mickey’s mouth, Randy was on his knees, pulling down Mickey’s remaining clothes.

Randy had only seen his own dick and dicks in porn. No pornstar cock would ever compare to Mickey’s. The only word that came to mind was mouthwatering.

After Mickey spent a little time talking Randy through it, Randy took him greedily into his mouth, moaning at how delicious he tasted, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuckkkkk.” Mickey groaned, his head tipping back and one hand still resting on the top of his head. He glanced at the camera, picking it up and focusing it down on the adorable sight before him; Randy greedily sucking his cock as if his life fucking depended on it. Randy made a sound of disapproval at the sight of the camera, but Mickey shook his head. “Thought you might want to watch this back when you fuck yourself thinking about me.”

A brief thought of how the fuck does he know I do that? Crossed his mind for the briefest of moments before he forgot all about it, focusing on the feeling of Mickey’s thick, heavy cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head obediently, feeling Mickey begin to thrust harder, pushing his way down Randy’s throat.

“Yeah, good boy. Look up into the camera with my cock in your mouth, Meeks.” Mickey instructed, voice heavy and dripping with arousal. Randy did just that, feeling Mickey begin to twitch in his mouth as soon as he did. “Mm. You wanna get off?” He asked, smiling at Randy’s muffled yes. “Go on.”

Randy quickly took his own sensitive cock into his hand, realizing quickly his pre-cum had dropped onto Mickey’s hardwood floor. Mickey angled the camera, zooming in on the sight and watching it intently, his hips snapping against Randy’s face urgently.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Mickey grunted, halting his movement. Randy’s nose pressed against Mickey’s skin for a moment, beginning to splutter slightly as Mickey began to release hot ribbons of white down his throat, before pulling back to fill up Randy’s mouth.

The delicious taste, along with Mickey’s gorgeous expression, his head back and his chest heaving as he came, sent Randy into a convulsing mess, cumming all over his own hand, stomach and the ground beneath him. Mickey pulled out of his mouth quickly, relishing in the sound of Randy’s gasping moans as he finished.

It was silent between them for a moment, Randy trembling on his knees, not looking Mickey in the eyes. Mickey still had the camera rolling, looking fondly into the small window of it, before he glanced down at Randy pointedly.

“You made a mess, Meeks.”

Randy let out a sigh, relieved at the broken silence, before he asked, “What?”

Mickey nodded down beneath him at the cum staining the floor. Randy blushed, moving to shakily to stand up, only to be stopped by Mickey’s large, grounding hand.

“Clean it up.”

“I- I was going to. Was gonna get some paper towels and-“

“No, Randy.” Mickey cut him off, the cheeky smile back on his face as he knelt down in front of him. Mickey’s finger dipped into the impressive pool of white, before he raised it to his own mouth and licked it. Randy watched intently, his once softened cock twitching at the sight. Fuck.

“On your hands and knees-“ Mickey stopped, moving the camera and angling it down at the mess. “And clean. It. Up.”

Randy stared at Mickey for a moment, before nodding his head, and doing exactly what he was told.

He got on his hands and knees, dipping his head down, and began to lap up his own cum from the hardwood floor. Mickey watched through the camera, teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sight.

“Good boy, Meeks.”

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Hi, first time ever sending an ask like this but I needed to tell you how much I love what you write and that I am absolutely grateful you also write for amab sevika 🥺🙏❤️ I was wondering if you maybe would write amab sevika having sex with an insecure afab nonbinary reader and Sev kissing their top surgery scars and doing a bit of body worship? 🥺 Thank you 😭🙏❤️

of course!! this is gonna be a little less smutty because i just wrote a big ol' smut piece last night so i'm all smutted out rn, so i hope that's okay!

disclaimer! i'm cis, so i'm unfamiliar with the specifics of top surgery. if i got anything wrong, please lmk and i'll fix it right away! :)

men and minors dni

first of all, if you guys are together when you get top surgery, sevika would almost be more excited than you.

it's not that she doesn't love your tits. (she does.)

but she loves you so much more, and she knows top surgery is going to make you so happy, and she's so excited for you.

your recovery is uncomfortable and painful as it always is, but it's a little more bearable when sevika's waiting on you hand and foot, grinning each time she changes your bandages and sees your still-swollen but now flat chest.

each night, she'd insist she be the one to rub your scar-fading cream over the scars on your chest.

and each time, she'd press a kiss right over your heart as she rubs it in.

when you're fully healed, sevika wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself.

not really in a sexual context (we'll get to that in a second) but just because she wants to reassure you and touch you and soothe the scars on your chest.

she's always tracing over the scars, slipping her hand up your shirt to gently rub her thumb back and forth over them.

if you're ever feeling insecure (maybe the scars are lopsided or really obvious, maybe your nipples look a little different now, or you don't have any at all, maybe you're just feeling blah about your body) sevika's the first person to notice something's off-- sometimes even before you do.

"what's wrong?" sevika asks when she wanders into the bathroom and finds you tracing your top surgery scars. you huff.

"nothin'." you say. she shoots you a skeptical look as she approaches you, both hands on your hips and her chin hooking over your shoulder to lock eyes with you in the mirror.

slowly, her hands creep up your side until she's holding your chest, gently tracing over the scars as she presses kisses to your neck and cheek.

"i love you." she whispers. "you're perfect, y'know." she says.

(it's always easy to believe her, especially when you can feel her dick growing hard against your ass.)

in the bedroom, sevika'd always have her mouth on your scars. tracing them with her tongue, pressing kisses to the center of your chest or your nipples, sucking hickeys underneath the scars to decorate them.

she still sleeps on your chest-- slightly less comfortable now without the fat of your breasts to cushion her-- but she doesn't care.

sometimes, you wake up to her whispering secrets to the scars.

"so pretty. so perfect."

"fuckin' sexy ass body."

and your favorite so far, "you made 'em so happy. never saw 'em smile as big as they did when they first saw their new chest. thank you." whispered reverently against the scar tissue on your skin.

you had to snap your eyes shut to pretend to be sleeping when she pulled back away, not wanting her to know you caught her.

she knows, though. she can hear your rapid heart beat beneath her ear as she settles back down. she doesn't say anything, just presses a kiss to your skin, a smile on her lips.

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[xo-lesserafim]

FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

EPISODE 8. LFG

a/n: Hey guys, this one will actually follow the timeline of xo kitty since it’s for school. Please enjoy<3

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Both: Korean and over the phone.

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I had my stuff ready for the bus to go to the camp.

Since there were an odd amount of people I was able to sit alone.

On the bus, I just fell asleep.

When we made it there, we could choose we got to room with.

“We are in the forest. It’s extremely dangerous.” Alex said.

“There is a lot of wild life here.

“Um, also since we have an odd amount, someone will have to be alone.”

“Me!” I said walking to a tent.

“Okay, Andrea is it.”

“Anyway, could everyone tell me who they would like to room with?” Alex said in the background.

As I made it to my tent, I put the stuff away.

After a few hours I went to bed.

In the morning, we had to go clean the rose garden.

“Today, our job, is to get this garden to look as beautiful as it was before the flood.” Alex said.

“As a reward, you will get the priceless knowledge that you have helped healed a community.”

“Neat.” Q said.

“Um, you also get an extra hour before curfew tonight.” Alex said.

Everyone was so excited.

“Yeah? Great, let’s get to cleaning, shall we?”

“Um, cool I’ve got some rakes here. Here we go:”

As everyone was cleaning, i went near a rose bush to smell it.

“Andrea.” Someone said.

“AHH. Oh, Q. Hi.”

“Everything okay?” He said.

“Yup! I’ve done great avoiding candy and actor!” I said.

Candy= Kitty and Actor=Min ho.

“You know they aren’t around, right?” He said.

“Well better safe then sorry.” I said smirking.

“I’m going to go back with Florian, stay safe.”

“Will do.”

After a bit of cleaning, Ocean Park was here.

Everyone was running to see him.

Madison, Min ho, and him were talking, then he noticed me.

“Hi, what’s your name?” He asked.

“Who, me? I’m Andrea Song Covey.”

“That’s a beautiful name, are you enjoying it here?”

“Um, yes I am!”

“Excuse me, I have to finish something,” I said running off.

After cleaning, I went back to my tent, and had a little spa.

“Knock, knock.” A female voice said.

“Come in,” I said.

“Yuri? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m bored and it seems like a good excuse to come here.” She said.

“Also, Kitty was telling me that you weren’t staying at the dorm, why?”

“You won’t tell your mom right?” I said.

“No, we aren’t on the best terms because well, I’m gay.”

“Oh my. I support you,” i said.

“Anyways….” I said explaining why I wasn’t staying at the dorm and about Ji-ae eonnie.

“Well I hope you have fun as a model.”

“Thanks.” I said.

We were laughling and talking for a few hours.

“I have to go back, curfew.” Yuri said.

“Okay, but give your number.” I said.

We exchanges numbers.

“Night, Andrea.”

“Night.”

There was tugging at the tent, which I’m gonna assume is for knocking.

“Come in.” I said.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” Min ho said.

“I’m not?”

“You’re not? Well ever time I’m near you, you excuse yourself to leave.”

“I’m not answering that, plus you should go back. Curfew.”

“Whatever.” He said leaving.

I hate being confronted, and didn’t want to talk about it.

But, for some reason, my heart felt empty.

I did my skincare and got into my pjs and went to sleep.

“Min ho, what are you doing?” I said as he pinned me to the wall.

What, you look hot in that dress, I’m angry right now, you’re like teasing me. I just want to ruin you.”

“Then do it.” I said.

He gave me a kiss on the lips, then I jumped into his lap, arms around his neck.

He slipped the sleeve of my dress and..

“HUH?” I said as my alarm went off.

“Oh, it was just a dream.” I thought.

“I should get ready.”

I had my stuff, so I went to the bus.

I got to sit by myself again, and we went back to school.

A few hours after school, dad called me.

“Hey pup.”

“Hi dad.” I said.

“Kitty told me you aren’t staying at the dorms, so where are you?”

“I’m staying with our cousin, Jenny Song.”

“I remember her, your mother and her hung out a lot and even was the flower girl at our wedding.”

“Really?”

“Yea. But, why aren’t you staying at the dorms?”

I told him why and that I also became a model for Jenny’s company.

“That’s exciting, but stay safe alright.”

“I will dad.”

“Alright, bye pumpkin.”

“Bye.”

I had forgotten him to tell him something.

“What do you need?”

“I forgot to say, I’m not going back home for winter break.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I just dont wanna see Katherine okay.

“No,no it’s fine. I’m just surprised.”

“But I’ll call you everyday, promise.”

“All right, bye for real.”

“Bye dad.”

I just cant handle seeing Katherine, I feel like I hate her but I don’t.

Whatever I need to go to bed.

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[romana-after-dark]

Dark!Romana's Best-Of 2023

Hello my friends! I started this acount in april to write the wrong way and never expect the outpuring of love I got!

I saw these types of things from various moots and thought I'd do one!

Thank you for all your're support!

Best Series

Easy, hands down The Wrong Way! I can never express the love I have for all of you who supported me through the journey that was TWW. I cried so often, I laughed with Lorenzo, I hurt for little one, I emphathized with Tommy,my heart even hurt for Joel sometimes. The art you guys have made, the way y'all theorize and discussed it... Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, you all brought so much joy to me through this series when I was going though unspeakable pain. TWW helped me make sense of a lot of my trauma, and I hoped, at least for some of you, if you related to little one like I do, you find healing in your lives.

Best one shot

Hard choice, but Apple takes the cake. In it, reader is Santi's wife and they play out a cnc fantasy with the help of Will and Frankie. Things devolve, they get gay (bc it's me) and readers safe word is ignored. I love how deliciously smutty it was, the dirty talk, puppy!frankie, the gay... good stuff!

Underratted fic

GAURD DOG! Raider Joel raids the wrong house, gets non conned by reader. Turns out, he likes turning his mind off. By chapter 2 he's fully colalred, going into full pet play! For some reason, these never hit never hard. I think everyone likes dom joel which is totally fair!

Overrated fic

TBH this account doesnt get like. A WHOLE LOT of interaction which is totally okay! But if I had to pick one that I'm like oh? This is the one y'all like? Was Finish the Job. Granted, its Jake mother fucking lockly and yandere, but still I didn't think it was another CRAZY you know? still, over 200 notes which is good for me!

No collabs like I did on my main for this section, but maybe someone would like to collab in the future?

New blorbos

It was the year of JOEL MILLER! Fics like Don’t You Worry Your Pretty Little Mind where DBF Joel breeds you and turs you into his submissive house wife I think are some of my best, but I also like ones like Dirty Little Secret or Cry Harder are fun for pushing the boundaries

Tommy Miller hasn't had his own fic yet, but dont you worry. Not onyl does he get action twice (2x) in TWW, but also is having a great time in Blessed be the Fruit, fucking not only reader (OfJoel) but his own handmaid, Angela.... and soon, both

Will Miller, my love! He got his first peice as the main antagonist in Apple, but he's also featured as one of the four in my new series, Room's on Fire! Will is gentle to reader, soothing her... he's on her side, right?

THANK YOU ALL FOR AN INCREDIBLE YEAR!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS V MUCH!

I hope next year I can deliver on ROF and other works, and I wanna spend more time reading and making friends here <3 love you all.

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[blurglesmurfklaine]

Stick Season (9/14)

Summary: After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.

A non-chronological series of one shots and drabbles set in this universe

Tropes/Genres: Angst, Reconciliation, Grief, Alcoholism, Mentions of Major Character Death, Mental Health

Track 1: Northern Attitude // Day 9: Same Old Country Song

Words: 1162

Kurt has forgotten how to be a fucking human being, apparently.

He wants Blaine, loves Blaine, never stopped loving Blaine. Kurt wants him close so dearly, but can’t help except push him away. It’s infuriating.

He wants what they used to have, the waves of security that washed over Kurt whenever he was nestled safely in Blaine’s arms. He wants the laughter shared through inside jokes, like how Let’s have a Star Wars marathon actually meant Let’s dip and go make out in your room. Kurt wants everything to go back to the way it was, but that isn’t possible.

He’s not the person he used to be. There’s been efforts on his part, to get back to who he was before bitterness jaded him into the cynic he is today. He quit drinking, and though he’s fallen off the wagon a few times, it’s been nearly half a year since his last sip. A few stumbles, however, were to be expected when he didn’t really stop to better himself, but out of guilt and shame. 

If you were to put shame into a petri dish and shove it into the dark and damp crevasses of your mind, anxiety would grow on it like a deadly fungus. Everyone thinks that only depressed people turn to the bottle, but Kurt’s nerves prove otherwise. A coping mechanism is a coping mechanism even if you think you’re just a kid who gets a little too nervous in large crowds. It’s a coping mechanism when you think you’re just having fun with some friends. It’s a coping mechanism when you take a sip because you’re stressed about school, and wake up face down on your boyfriend's lawn.

It’s a coping mechanism even when you insist it isn’t.

He’s changing. He’s trying. Fuck, is he trying.

But what if it’s not enough? 

What if, after the last year, Kurt’s soul is missing the shine that was there before grief dulled it? Blaine would be foolish to want him back when he’s this broken.

If Kurt gets too close and he isn’t how Blaine remembers—how he hopes—he’d have every right to just up and walk away. Kurt can’t even forgive himself, how can he expect Blaine to forgive the old attitude he’s adopted after spending a year in the dark?

So why the hell is he here, standing out in the cold and staring at Blaine’s familiar figure, playing the guitar through the frosted windows of the Paper Tiger? 

He’s in the middle of a set, so Kurt is able to sneak in without distracting him, feeling the winter chill thaw, like just being around Blaine lights a fire in him.

He plays some cover about gay cowboys that Kurt can’t help but smile at. The crowd is a little less receptive, but not angry or outraged, which honestly is about as much progress as Kurt could have ever hoped for.

Blaine looks so happy, so in his element here. Despite what he may think, from what Kurt can see, he’s better off without him. 

He should leave. Again. Go farther this time, and maybe he won’t be such a nuisance, such an unpleasant disruption to Blaine’s healing process. What the hell is Kurt even doing here, in a bar, when he's feeling so, so anxious and there are so many people and they’re all drinking around him and god, he wishes that were him, he wishes he could just have one drink—just one, and maybe the raging fire scalding his nerves would be doused for even just a seco—

“Alright, so, I know you guys usually like my covers of the classics.”

Blaine’s voice cuts through all the noise, and for the first time in too long, the static in Kurt’s brain is silenced. 

“But, uh… I’m gonna play something original for you tonight. It’s a really special song to me. It uh, started off as an anniversary present that I never got to give, and over the past year has morphed into something totally different and unexpected but uh… You know what? I think I’ll shut up and just sing for you.”

When the audience’s laughter settles, Blaine starts plucking at his guitar’s strings, and Kurt prepares himself for the worst. Sure he’s about to bear the brunt of all the anger and confusion he’d caused in Blaine’s life. Leaving lima, then showing up at his house. Their conversation at Sam’s party, and Kurt leaving. Again. 

Kurt forces himself to stay, smothering the cowardly little voice in his mind that wants so terribly to leave. He should hear what Blaine has to say, even if it hurts.

You try covering the cracks in your walls with paint But I love staring at them so beautifully shaped Everyday I wish you’d see what I could see And your hand in mine fits so perfectly

I’ll never want a new lease I’ll never trade you in You’re the home that I want Perfectly imperfect

I’ll come home to you I’ll come home to you

Even though you’re gone I’ll leave the light on Hopefully you can see The path back to me

I’ll never want a new lease I’ll never trade you in You’re the home that I want Perfectly imperfect

I’ll come home to you I’ll come home to you

You try covering the cracks in your walls with paint But I love staring at them so beautifully shaped

It’s not what Kurt expected, and he swallows down the lump in his throat. He’ll be damned if he breaks down in the middle of a bar full of strangers.

Watching Blaine pack up his set, Kurt pulls out his phone and goes to his recents, knowing all the calls he’s been dodging from Blaine will be at the top.

“Hello?”

“Blaine?” 

On the other side of the room, Blaine freezes, and Kurt’s heart goes still. “Hi.”

“Hi…” He repeats dumbly. Because he’s an idiot. He’s forgotten how to human. Still, he hasn’t forgotten how to love Blaine. That’s something etched into his heart forever. “You at Paper Tiger?”

“Yeah, just finishing up, actually.”

“How did your set go?”

“About as well received as it can be in a town like this. No one heckled me to try and play Wonderwall, so, progress.”

Kurt can’t help but let out a small chuckle. “I really liked that last one,” He finally admits. “The one about home being a person.”

Blaine smiles, and even if there’s a trace of sadness behind it, Kurt’s heart swells. “Thanks… Full disclosure, uh, you’re the inspiration on that one.” He pauses, apparently barely processing Kurt’s words. “Wait. What do you mean you liked it?”

“Turn around.”

Blaine turns around in a flash, dropping his phone from his ear to his side and staring in awe.

Kurt swallows. “Hi… again.”

“Hi.”

“Can we talk?”

#SORRY THIS GOT KINDA LONG #klaine #glee #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine fanfiction #stick season #klainevalentines2023 #wow look at me im writing!

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-a-Long, Queen of Shadows, day 7

Ch 38

Learning Lysandra’s a shapeshifter is kind of cool, but also, all of a sudden I feel like I’m reading Crescent City

Hopefully they can free magic soon so she can transform into the fanged, clawed beast she once was.

Ch39

The interrogation of Stevan, even though he’s begging for death, gives me a lot of hope.

Aw my little heart, when they visit Sam’s grave. I never thought maybe Sam was her mate. (Personally I think it was Nehemia; but Sam was also loved by her once, and since she said she’s not interested in women, it makes more sense for it to have been him.) I wonder if in this world you can have more than one mate. If not, in some ways, it’s better to be human, since your heart can heal and you can fall in love as many times as you want.

I think I like falling in love more than being mates, anyway. It’s more meaningful, if you get to decide for yourself who you love, than leaving it up to fate or god or some cauldron.

Anyway. I’m really rooting for Aelin and Rowan to fall in love. I feel like they’re already 90% of the way there, and it’s not gonna take much, to push them over the edge

Ch40

Is spooky

Elide is a friend of Aelin’s too! The part where she was talking about dreaming of her one day coming to rescue her, y’all, this girl reads so gay, and I love her.

Ch41

I’m glad both of the boys are here and I’m glad Aedion wants to kill Arobynn but I want Aelin to be the one to do it. She deserves to brutally ruthlessly murder that man and it would be a very meaningful death for her.

I love how sexy she is in her dress

I love to see Rowan pining for her!

Ch42

Arobynn is a twisted mf

Flirting quietly with ROWAN ~ flirt flirt mind flirt~ you two! <3 will you please consummate. PLEASE

Ch43

She died her hair red to impersonate Arobynn, lol.

Ok, I hate him, but like, yeah, I guess it is kinda cool that he morphed her into a badass. What would she have become, if it weren’t for the assassin’s guild? (Still hate him tho)

OOOH that mother fucker

Ch44

I guess I fell for it, too. Man. The Valg commander getting his ring finger sliced off gave me a small bright moment of hope, and yeah, i was thinking about Dorian. But I guess I know that doesn’t work now, because he still seemed to be possessed by his demon even after losing the ring. Unless he was faking that, too?

Arobynn is such a SLEAZE.

“All this time i thought it would be a relief, a joy to end him. But all I feel is hollow. And tired.” Aw baby no

You should be dancing on his fucking grave

ALL SYSTEMS GO IT’S TIME TO GET ROMANTIC

“Don’t do that. Don’t - touch me like that.”

Rowan quit sending mixed signals, you’re centuries years old and she’s a fucking teenager, you have to spell it out or she’s gonna get her feelings hurt, boy. Don’t be rude. Just tell her you’re not ready/that you have reservations about bedding your Queen/that you want to feel a little safer in the world before you can initiate something romantic/whatever. Don’t you dare phrase it like that or she’s gonna think you’re not interested, YOU DUMMY

“A gift, she knew - a gift from the queen who had nothing else to give a no-name whore with a sad story.” Lysandra! Girl, don’t ever let me hear you using words like that about yourself again. Please be kind to yourself! There’s no shame in your profession and Aelin is not better than you just because she’s a queen. You are a star and I am rooting for you.

LET’S GO.

Murder that guy, show no mercy!!!!

#tog read along 2023 #queen of shadows

[13tinysocks]

i just wanted to say how much i fucking love THIO. it's my favorite out of all the fanfics you've written and i really hope you both understand how much it means to me to have that as my go-to comfort fic. i searched so long for such a wonderfully written lesbian focused creepypasta fic for YEARS and it made me so happy to come across THIO. it completely sparked my love for the fandom and characters again. i just wanted to let you know how grateful i am that you kept up with that fic from beginning to end, through all the shitty comments and cringe-os who did nothing but whine for Jack instead of the hot dykes who MADE IT SO GOOD. thank you both so so much, i was completely out of the fandom for years until i read THIO and it sparked my little gay ass heart. representation in good writing means SO MUCH. thank you guys!!

Thank yew (i assume) fellow dyke. This is going to be really long but TLDR thank you for that from the bottom of my dyke heart. Glad yer back in the fandom. Jane and Natalie stans stay winning.

Growing up I remember there being one (1) Jane X (f)reader- it was really special to me. I always liked Clockwork and thought the fandom did her dirty due to misogyny and wierd mfs being like uhm shes shipped with toby so kys??

This fandom, as well as many others, (I am about to say something very lesbian of me), are obsessed with attractive men. People will mention women in passing like oh yeah they're so hot but random man number 42 is so sexy because blahblahblah.

Sometimes I just want something about girls. I don't care about men. I really don't even like writing them that much. I'm afraid of men. Men have hurt me and they've also hurt my work by just being... men. Take Jack for instance, we put him in THIO just to cast a wider net. We knew almost nobody would read the fic if there was no man to fuck. That's just how fandom is. SOCIETY!!!!

And while it's nice to see such enthusiasm and lust for a trans-man, which did make me happy as a gender freak- he's still a man and that's all (a shocking amount) of people seemed to care about.

I really appreciate assurances like this and connections to other people who feel the same things. It makes me hopeful that maybe I have a real shot at writing crazy lesbian horror porn. Giving lesbian art to lesbians is a healing experience to me.

#my dog is humping a stuffed dinosuar rn #the inherent lesbian experience of writing through your lesbian fingers to (mostly) please women is something i can not describe #rea talks #anon #reply

[starfieldcanvas]

whats your ao3? i saw your reply on the 'what would you consider a successful fic?' post and i'm curious abt ur fics : ) idek what fandom you write for but id like to read them

I'm merelydovely! I have currently published fics for Les Mis, The Untamed/MDZS, and BBC Merlin. I typically write stuff that's a lot porn, a bit farce, and a bit pining, with the occasional sprinkle of overambitious worldbuilding.

If you'd prefer to read something that's NOT smutty:

"a wolf in goat's clothing" (f/f, Secret Santa pining)

"Be Gay, Do Crime" (m/m, wacky misunderstanding/mystery)

"picking up the feathers (that will lead me to you)" (m/m, high school reunion fake dating)

All of those are modern AUs that shouldn't suffer too much from lack of canon knowledge.

If you're okay with sexy themes in stuff that doesn't actually have any sex, I suggest:

"full circle" (f/f, amateur witch attempts a summoning)

"in a twist" (m/m, pining guy unintentionally goes to the sex shop to buy lingerie while his crush is on shift)

They're both quite short, but I still enjoy them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If you like smut with some D/s elements but would prefer at least a little plot and worldbuilding to go with it:

"sextillion" (m/m, sci fi post-war reunion on a pleasure planet)

"come away, o human child" (m/m, human-shaped dragons with not-very-human ideas about sex, political marriage. the most self-indulgent and kinky work on the list.)

"the body politic" (m/m, emperor's bodyguard falls for the emperor's concubine, shit goes down. has the darkest themes of all my work but emphasizes healing and hope)

"wouldn't trade you for anything" (m/m, arranged marriage, nervous virgins, obligatory sex ritual)

"six months, four days" (m/m, undercover wizard agent struggles to break up with his hot wizard-hunting boyfriend)

I thiiink these are distinct enough from their canon sources that you could still enjoy them without full context, though I'd love actual feedback on that.

If you like your smut with a side of complicated feelings, especially people angsting about their sexual and/or gender identity:

"Mustardseed" (m/m, trans guy and pining bi guy hang out at SF Pride together prior to having a gender-and-sexuality-affirming hookup)

"soft questions" (m/m, newbie top worries he's doing it wrong)

"the fairer sex" (f/f, f/f/f, pining lesbian is fine hooking up with friends for fun but would prefer if it were serious and romantic plzkthx)

"i just died in your arms tonight" (f/f, f/f/f, theoretically heterosexual girl has never had an orgasm and her helpful boss and pining coworker decide to help her fix that)

"dynamic" (m/m, my one brief foray into a/b/o - beta tries to help his omega boyfriend through heat while angsting about being the "wrong" dynamic)

Then we come to the stuff that's just D/s smut, with only a few hints at characterization and relationship context:

"the backroom deal" (m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m, or, that time I wrote a sex scene with one dom, one s ub, and eight other dudes pitching in)

"falling in love, and other things to do at a coffee shop" (f/f, discreet public sex)

"rough day" (m/nb, a relatively brief master/slave roleplay to help the dom unwind)

The one with ten dudes will be REALLY hard to follow if you're not in the Les Mis fandom, but the other two should be no problem.

And finally, last on this list but always first in my heart, my most ridiculous farce:

"Aperture Science" (m/m, m/pumpkin, in which a character fucks a pumpkin - for science! - and somehow manages to get a boyfriend out of the experience)

...

Everything else is artwork, is under a thousand words, or isn't finished.

Thanks for your interest! I hope you find something you enjoy.

#dove.txt #fic rec #fanfic rants #asked and answered #the untamed #mdzs #les mis #les miserables #merlin #bbc merlin #my fic #my work

[the-void-writes]

happy blorbo days

top 7 list of your saddest gays

top 7 list of your silliest gays

👀

Oh thank you! 😂 I hope you don’t mind that I gave little explanations for each placement (which aren’t necessarily ranked in order)

Saddest:

1. Will - From day one, this guy’s had it bad. The abuse, the self-loathing, the loss, the toll on his physical health from a parasite and added brain damage resulting in amnesia, the second round of loss, and then remembering all that pain at once with a snap. This guy suffers so much and I’m sorry.

2. Rio - The man who got kicked out of his house and his family and the military, lost two boyfriends due to work, was blackmailed for years to protect his kid, and was forced to fight a war after losing everyone he ever cared about.

3. Ruhi - Constantly fighting depression and self-loathing. The whole reason she ended up in Paradise was jumping off a cliff to save her family from further embarrassment from her not living up to expectations.

4. Adrien - Doesn’t even trust himself around his husband sometimes because he’s terrified that he’ll eat him.

5. Gazali - He thinks he led his family and his lover’s family to their deaths for his own selfish gain. This guy hasn’t truly healed for five hundred years.

6. Frank - He’s more angry than sad, mostly towards his work and himself for the suffering that was inflicted on his coworkers.

7. Jon - This kid’s parents were murdered by the man who ended up adopting him, and he was a guinea pig for testing powers and serums. This kid should be heartbroken and angry, but he’s got too kind of a heart to take it out on anyone.

Silliest:

1. Proteus - This is the modern-day Adonis of androids, and he cries over baby cows.

2. Joe - So chill, so happy, always cracks jokes. You could have a drink with him and be entertained for days because he’s a bundle of energy and joy.

3. Julie - It’s a little silly to make homemade fireworks for your wife, right? It’s just silly jokes when you flood the lab with gas so you can clock out early and take your wife to dinner!

4. Adrien - As sad as he may be, he’s still got mad scientist vibes and he loves talking for hours about his work. He also gets flustered so easily.

5. Pedra - You’re looking at a lady who proposed to her wife on stage during her concert, who bites through chicken like it’s cotton candy, and who’s obsessed with the giant piano mat that lights up when you step on it.

6. Henry - Barbecue Dad energy. He calls everyone “son,” he makes big embarrassing signs to cheer for his kids at school, he picks his husband up bridal-style in the grocery store, and he encourages people to lay in him like a pillow.

7. Maddie - So silly that she’s pretty much unhinged. Will eat anything, food or not. Shapeshifts into small gremlin creatures to sneak into movies or steal food from the fridge. She thinks “fromage” is a perfume.

#writeblr #ask games #blorbo blursday