#I've read fanfics of him

[milf-harrington]

inspired by @flashyysins

Two days after Hawkins was almost split open, Robin saw a woman pacing in the hospital waiting room.

There were plenty of other people as well, sitting or standing or walking the length of the room in a similar pattern, but there was something about the woman that Robin noticed. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, which she was- it's that there was something familiar about her.

She was in blue jeans and an old-school Hawkins High Letterman jacket, light brown hair twisted up in a claw clip. Robin had never met her before, she'd remember that at the very least, but still.

Something about the angle of her nose or the gentle waves of her hair felt like something Robin had seen before, something she'd be able to find in a crowded room or across a street.

But Robin had somewhere to be, so she shook off the odd feeling, and followed the familiar path to Steve's room.

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"Hey Stevie."

Steve's smile was tired, but he was looking more lively than when he'd passed out in the waiting room the other day, so she'd take it.

"Robbie, you left me hanging yesterday."

She snorted and dropped into one of the chairs by his bed, swinging her legs over the arm rest and cradling the bag she'd brought with her in her lap. "You're the one who fell asleep during visiting hours."

He rolled his eyes, and she happily noted the colour returning to his skin. "You should be exempt from visiting hours, you're like...essential to my recovery or something."

She laughed to hide the way those words curled soft and warm around her heart, eyes stinging until she blinked it away. The dumbass had almost over-worked himself to the point of no recovery. "'Exempt?' Someone's been reading a dictionary- did one of your children leave theirs behind?"

"Oh fuck you-"

They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Robin was startled to see the woman from the waiting room hovering behind a nurse.

"You have a new visitor Mr Harrington."

Even knee-deep in confused intrigue, Robin couldn't help but dramatically mouth Mr Harrington over her own shoulder, pleased at the face he pulled in retaliation.

And then the door shut, and Steve looked up to find the woman-from-the-waiting room standing at the end of the bed.

Robin saw his brain grind to a halt at the sight of her.

It was silent (well, as much as it could be in a hospital room, what with all the beeping and whirring) as they took each other in, and Robin slowly brought her knees in closer to her chest like it would shield her from the vague awkwardness chewing at her.

And then-

"Fucking hell, Eve." The woman breathed out, white knuckling the bar at the end of his bed.

At the same time, Steve's face scrunched up as he demanded: "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? You're in hospital!"

"I thought you were in New York!"

"Yeah and then I got a call from Hawkins General that my little brother was dying in a hospital bed! Thank you for keeping me as your emergency contact, by the way."

"Well-" Steve spluttered and then crossed his arms over his chest, wincing at the pressure on his injuries. "Obviously."

Several things clicked into place like undone locks. Steve had almost been too comfortable about "feminine" topics for as long as she'd been an active member of his life- and even slightly before.

(He'd once run out of Scoops to buy her pads when she'd started her period in the middle of a shift. At the time she'd figured he was just trying really hard to beat the still a douche-bag allegations.)

Then there were the sweaters that he wouldn't confess to the origin of, the jokes he'd make about Robin "not being the only woman in his life" that she'd thought were about Nancy Wheeler, the vehement denial that the rom-com collection in the theatre room were his.

And, while Robin hated to enforce gender stereotypes, he'd always had the kind of mean girl cattiness that was usually only forged in teenaged girls and merely rubbed off on others.

Of course Steve Harrington had a sister.

Now Robin understood why she'd seemed so familiar in the waiting room.

"What happened to you?"

Simultaneously, Robin and Steve shifted uncomfortably, meeting each others eyes and coming up blank on both ends.

Steve's sister swallowed, jaw clenched and lip quivering as she look back and forth between them. She seemed suddenly fragile, like Steve after a nightmare, or right before he'd collapsed in the waiting room after carrying Eddie inside.

Steve cracked first. "Lou-"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Stephen. This is the third time you've ended up in hospital since your senior year."

Steve blinked, startled. "How did you-"

"I'm your sister." She seethed, and Robin could see flickers of Steve with an axe in his hand in the arch of her shoulders. "You might have told the hospital not to call but I still have friends in this town. If that Hargrove asshole wasn't already dead-"

"Lou-"

"Don't-"

"It was a serial killer." Robin blurted, drawing Steve's sisters' attention to her. "I don't now if you heard about it, but someone was going around killing teenagers. It started with Chrissy Cunningham- she was a cheerleader? kind of cute in a preppy sort of way, but, um- she was killed in our friends living room and then he sort of got blamed for it because, I mean, it was pretty sketchy but he didn't do it! I promise, Eddie didn't- anyway, there was this whole witch hunt, and two more people died which just sort of made it worse for Eddie and a group of us were trying to, like, clear his name, you know? Because we knew he didn't do it and we didn't want him to get killed next, but then one of our other friends - this girl, Max, she's a riot - she was being targeted by the real killer so we came up with this...really stupid plan to catch the killer but everything went sort of tits up and Eddie and Steve both got, well-" She waved her hands at the bandage around Steve's throat and the bruising around his wrists from the vines. "And Max, she broke her elbow and her knee when she fell, and I think Dustin twisted his ankle? So now Max and Eddie and Steve are all in hospital and Dustin has these crutches that he doesn't want to use but, I mean, Steve always makes him because it's Steve, and we don't really know if Eddie's okay yet but no one's come to tell us he's not so we're still hopeful-"

"Robin."

Robin shut her mouth, and took a deep breath through her nose. Steve's sister was staring at her in the startled sort of awe that Robin was used to seeing when she got going. She had the lungs of a trumpet player, it wasn't hard for her to talk until she forgot where she'd started.

"You fought a serial killer?" Steve's sister - Lou? - asked, and Robin hysterically felt like she should offer up her seat.

Steve, bless him, only nodded. Lou stared, lips pressed into a thin line and nostrils flared slightly.

And then, quite abruptly, she was straightening her back and stepping around the bed to hold out a hand to Robin. "Louisa Harrington."

Robin blinked, and shook her hand. "Robin Buckley."

Louisa nodded, like that made sense, and smiled the same cupids-bow smile as her brother. "The best friend- it's good to meet the other half of my brothers brain. Clearly the better half, considering you aren't the one in the hospital bed."

Steve made an offended noise, and Robin grinned.

[everyscreentoobeseen]

Hold on, why do yall think Stede's choice to kill Ned was a WHIM?????

First of all, this isnt the first time Stede got someone killed. Chuancy was an accident, but he did use the stun move. All of ep 2 s1 was about Stede learning how to deal with it. He still feels bad but as he told the natives. He dosen't feel bad that Chauncey is dead. His crew was under threat. So he stopped Badminton from hurting them. His bad feelings came from somewhere else.

Nighel Badminton got himself killed but it did make Stede run back home and face his problems. When he does go back home he tells the other rich guys.

"I've seen death. Been the cause of it. It changes you."

He already knows what it's like be a killer!

But everytime it wasn't his choice. The Badmintons were accidents. He never got to actually choose to be a killer.

That's why when Ned Low invaded his "safe space ship", captured his crew (family) and tortured not only them but also The Love of his Life, Making it into a fucked up PERFORMANCE! All his life bullies found fun in torturing him. Why would this guy be any different.

Hell yeah he was ready to kill him.

Of course, this time he gets to choose. This is not him using a stun move. He is now the conducter of Ned's death and he'll be damned if it's not done His Way.

He's not gonna stab him. It's not gonna be messy. It's not gonna be fast like a gunshot or a stab through the head.

He is going to make Ned SUFFER. Force him to walk the plank. Throw his precious violin in his face and let him drown. It's clean. It's poetic. It's outsourcing the big job to nature. Just like killing spiders.

But Ned continues to demean him. "You know once you kill me your a real pirate. Your not an amateur anymore." Even after everything Stede has been through. Not matter how much he's grown, the world still thinks he's playing at pirating.

The Badmintons dont count.

EVEN ED THINKS SO!

"Once you've killed in cold blood. You cant come back."

Well Chuancy's death was cold blooded wasn't it? Stede snuck him from behind. The boat fire that he caused isn't enough either. When Ed burns a boat, it's murder. But when Stede does it it's "quirky". Stede ALREADY considered himself a killer but NO ONE ELSE DOES. (not even the fandom apparently.)

Yes, he wanted to prove himself. But I don't think that was the thought process until Ned brought it up.

Stede did not hesitate on Ned's death until the others made him question himself. He was completely set on making sure Ned wasn't a threat to his ship. He was so sure of making him walk the plank. It was PLANNED from the moment he put the plank down and the other boat left. What's one more death? But then everyone was treating him like a innocent child?? Like he's doing something unlike him?

He HAD TO PROVE to everyone in that moment that he could kill Ned because no one RECOGNIZED that he was ALREADY a killer.

Him killing Ned became a point to make once he realized there was even a point to be made.

The only reason that he felt even a little bad about it was because Ed asked him not to. He felt like he let Ed down. That maybe Edward like Stede Bonnet, Landed Gentry Pretending to Be A Pirate more than Stede Bonnet, Real Pirate. Because he realized how much he's changed. No more Gentleman, now he's just a Pirate.

That's why he Sped Things Up with Ed. He wanted Ed to prove that he could handle not so innocent Stede FUCKING Bonnet. That he wouldn't leave Stede after seeing this new side of him. He gets consent and then goes on to have the man of his dreams after saving him. How romantic male lead of him.

Of course the NEXT FUCKING DAY HE GETS TOLD IT WAS A MISTAKE!!!! THAT HE'S NOT READY FOR "WHATEVER THIS IS".

How on earth was Stede not supposed to take this as "I dont like the you that isn't soft, isn't insecure, isnt in need of protection." That Ed is leaving to become a fisherman because he cant stand Stede being the messy one for once in his life.

Maybe it was trauma. Maybe it was a show of toxic masculinity. But dont pretend like Stede did it on a WHIM.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

I'm in a hellhole that is the God of War Heimdall fics

[skalidris]

i'm reading an article on guanyin that's really re-affirming some specific opinions i had developed regarding the importance thereof to the sub-narrative of jin guangyao in mdzs

nodding to myself i am onto things occasionally.

[frobby]

in blue exorcist fanfics there's 2 flavors of yukio and not only are they both wrong but they're complete opposites. Yukio is either the worst person who ever lived or someone who would literally never do anything wrong in his life

[priea01]

Okay, I know it's fiction, but since the Station 19/Maya/Carina fandom has a baby now, I need people to learn some safe sleep, because fiction has a way of becoming reality. Babies CANNOT have anything in their cribs with them. No blankets. No pillows. NO TOYS. No crib bumpers. Nothing in the crib but the baby. Also, they need to be put on their backs to sleep.

[hauntedaugust]

Gojo x reader

WC: 795

Summary: medieval au, soldier Gojo is just following orders, it's not his fault you get caught up in them.

A/N: I genuinely don't know why I started writing this, but I'm not mad that I was convinced to finish it. I'm considering a part two as it was originally supposed to be a reincarnation au, but if I did that it probably wouldn't be for a while. Also unintentionally implied fem reader

Part 2

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His eyes seem less intense when they are bathed in the warm light of sunset,

His laugh carries further when taken away by the gentle breeze,

And the expanse of the field makes me almost believe that if I can run fast enough, I may escape his loving arms, although every other time I thought that has ended in my being tackled into the soft grass.

Far from our homes, I can believe his stories, the words he weaves into fantastical tales, all of which feature characters comparable to us, although he denies that there's any correlation between our love and the love of those in his stories.

In a perfect world, his narrative would be true.

In a perfect world, he would not have to sneak away from his guard duty and I would not feign sickness to have even a few seconds of his time.

In a perfect world, we would not have been born into enemy kingdoms. He would call me his and I would do the same. He would gift me his surname as a pledge of devout loyalty and as a promise of protection.

But the best he can give me is fairytales. As vibrant and colourful as the centuries of spilled blood that keep us apart.

I dare not fall asleep in his arms, although his steady heartbeat lulls me. I dare not dream that his stories come true. I dare not hope that in another life, he could be mine.

“One day,” he spoke, his voice a mere murmur in the ambiance of the forest, “one day I will be strong enough to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I will protect you with everything that I am, you will be warmed by the fire in our hearth that I built myself and I will never let you sleep alone.”

And just once, I dare to dream.

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I am ripped from my dreams by screaming, by men shouting and alarm bells echoing through the night. My town is fully ablaze, the light of the fire illuminating the destruction that's been done, it highlights the haphazardly donned armor on our severely underprepared soldiers,

if you can even call them that.

Farmers, doctors, and boys, who speak about the honor of protecting your home, barely old enough to comprehend what honor means.

And now their blood waters the daisies on the side of the road.

I tried so hard to move, to do something, to help in some way, but between the heat of the fire, the screaming toddler, and the shock in my body, I thought only of how much the daises needed watering in this drought.

In my daze, I barely noticed the pain in my side as a soldier's blade caught me.

I pulled my hand away from my side as the soldier who stabbed me ran. and as I rip my eyes away from my own blood, I find myself staring into the eyes of the only man I have loved.

His eyes seem more intense when they are bathed in the warm light of blazing inferno,

His voice is weak when compared to the cacophony around us.

And the expanse between us makes me almost believe that if I can run fast enough, I may escape his arms, although this time I may end up being tackled into the solid cobblestone.

The more he spoke, the less I heard. His panicked voice faded fast along with my vision.

I soon found myself plummeting to the ground, I would have hit it had his arms not surrounded me as they had done so many times before.

As I looked at him he stilled like a deer caught unaware. His eyes wide and hands shaking as he kneeled next to me. His usual tenacity and unbridled confidence seemed to evaporate under the heat of my gaze.

And for once this loquacious storyteller was at a loss for words.

It was only when my breaths started coming in short, frequent, gasps did he seem to realize the severity of this situation. He only regained his voice when I lost mine.

Over and over again he repeated the same things, apologies and regrets pouring out of his lips faster than the blood poured from my wound.

And through the chaos and clamor, I heard his voice clear as the night sky we had met under all those years ago, “In some lifetime, I will be strong enough to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I will protect you with everything that I am, you will be warmed by a fire made not for destruction but protection and I will never let you sleep alone.”

And for a second time, I dared to dream.

[sock-ness-monster]

The following post is about Hawkeye and the way that people write his lip reading in fanfictions that I've read recently

Listen,,, the last thing I wanna do here is be mean, I know for sure that no harm was intended in any of this, I just wanna share my point of view on something real quick, kay? Love that you're acknowledging his deafness, love it. I just thought I'd share some things from my perspective that you may not have thought about. No worries tho if youve done this! No hard feelings! So, I am not fully deaf, I can't justify the cost of a hearing aid just yet. But part of that is because I'm really good at lip reading, I've had to be. Between that and sitting in the front row of class, I do all right. But about 75% of what I can get is from lip reading.

Now, a huge part of lip reading is using context clues as well, which is mainly what I wanted to talk about here. Something I see a lot that irks me a little every time is a sentence like this;

"What were you [ewe?] thinking?"

I see this ALL. THE. TIME. WHY.Assuming that I got all those other words, which the phrasing implies, why on EARTH would I think you're trying to talk to me about a female sheep right now? Yes, those are homonyms. Yes, they do look the same when you're mouthing them. But keep the context in mind. We were not and have not ever talked about sheep. There's no reason for that to cross my mind when I'm reading your lips. I see the word 'you' all the time and I know where it appears in common sentences. Unless we are actively around sheep the word 'ewe' isn't going to cross my mind!

For me, at least, it would go something closer to this;

"Water you thinking?" [Oh, what were]

People run their words together, accents make it tough, if they're chewing gum while talking it's nearly impossible. Letters that are made in the back of your mouth are the ones I miss, I can't see that, so like g and h. S and t are hard to tell apart, and n and l sometimes. Things like that. If it's a word I've never heard before I'll ask for them to spell it, it's generally faster than repeating it a few times and me still not getting it. And I almost never figure out the words in the middle of the sentence they're saying, I'm still focusing on getting the next few words so I can use context to help figure it out, so there's generally a delayed reaction where I put it all together after you speak, so the corrections would be at the end. And, sometimes, I get something absolutely off-the-wall bonkers not even close no idea how I got that from what you're saying. Put something like that in your fic, if you'd like. Often I'll just nod my head and agree and then realize hours later what it was meant to be.

Anywho. That's my personal experience anyway. Do with this information what you will.

[jazzy-a]

So... Have we made headcanons and soft scenarios for where Jesper's rings are from yet?

No?

We should start...

[gotstabbedbyapen]

We all joke about Zephyrus being a yandere. But what if Apollo is the possessive one over Hyacinthus?

Hehehe :333

[owlbear-cub]

ｌｏｖｅ＇ｓ ｔｒｉａｌ

[dilatorywriting]

You probably heard this a lot of times already, but you really did change how I perceive both vil and rook. I think it's always a testament to the writers skill if they can change my opinion on a character so drastically.

The pull of fanfiction is always a marvelous thing, and I'm happy I could wield this great power in the favor of two of my favorite Red Flags

[simping-on-the-daily]

There's a certain type of despair in finding out that the writer doesn't like or try to understand the character they're writing about and either takes it as an opportunity to bash them or make them incredibly one dimensional

[flor-de-un-salon-viejo]

guys question, do you think eddie is the type that says pick up lines that are the sweet type that makes steve get butterflies or the type that are like please don't say that out loud ever again but not because they are offensive but because they are really dirty, or maybe the type that says the two types of pick up lines just to see the reactions they could cause to steve

[its-ashehausen]

Well my first chapter for my Reed900 fic is nearly finished, just have to finish a few more paragraphs and I'm all set. (Which is the first thing I've written in months due to losing interest and struggling with depression)

Then I can finish another chapter for my Ulquihime fanfic when I have the time

With Hookhausen back I might try to start that One-Shot I wanted to do, fingers crossed. If not I'll make a short fluffy piece in my spare time.

Things are gradually looking up for me and my excitement to write again. I've missed writing for the last two pairings, and I'm excited to write for my recent ship; Reed900 who literally had no interaction whatsoever but I'm on board with them, I see the potential😁 plus I'll be writing some background Simarkus and Northara🖤🖤

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Medical log, stardate 18935.15. Once more have I seen the tailor go out in his lizard fashion—