Genuine question: where has this idea come from that Tim, Oliver and Lou have insinuated that Buck and Tommy are gonna end relatively quickly come from? (Like at the end of the season) Because apart from Lou saying he was asked for an initial four eps, Tim said after 7x04 ‘that it’s an entry level relationship which only time can tell where it goes’, whilst also saying he’s writing it like a romcom and everything Oliver has said more recently points to him wanting to explore it more and them continuing to build the relationship on and off screen. And i doubt they’re breaking up in 7x06 because a) there won’t be time, b) Buck is coming out and c) Lou has said they’re gonna be ‘so cute’. Also Ik they can’t stay in the honey moon phase forever but I don’t think enough time will pass between now and the end of the season for them to lose how smitten they are about one another. So I’m just a tad confused why some people are so certain they’ll be done by the seasons end.
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Arranged marriage AU with Barbarian Bakugou who is so daunting to be around at first. He’s all gruff curses and broad shoulders and scarred cheeks and neck and jaw. He scowls constantly, stares at you while your parents auction you off like some show pig, but doesn’t say much to you besides a grunt of his name. You’re terrified, thinking that he’ll be cruel to you, that you’re being set up for a life full of unhappiness and terror and regret.
But he’s the exact opposite. Bakugou is gentle in ways a man of his size typically wouldn’t be, but he shrinks himself for you. Not in a way that diminishes his status as the newly appointed king, but to respect you, show you that you’re beside him instead of behind him.
He picks you berries on his hunts because he knows the smell of a fresh kill brings nausea to your stomach. You find him along with the other maidens and helpers around his village, sitting beside them, big fingers holding tiny little flowers that he weaves into a crown for you. When he sets it on your head, he purses his lips, mutters something under his breath in his language that you’re still not too familiar with, but sure it means something along the lines of pretty and soft.
And when he finds you bathing in the river only few have access to, he’s sweet the whole time. Doesn’t make a spectacle of you being naked, and is relieved when you don’t instantly cower when he wades his way over to you. You try not to stare at the clawed scars that decorate his pec and jaw when he stands above you, and it helps when he suddenly dumps water all over your head. He shushes you when you splutter, continues on with cupping his hands and letting the water run off of your hair and down your shoulders, scrubbing at your skin until your flesh squeaks. He doesn’t expect you to do the same for him, but he hums in satisfaction when you push him down a little lower so you can wash the crown of his head.
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Steddie Microfic
October prompt: suck
Word count: 480
No warnings apply
Rated T (I think? I’m terrible at ratings. There’s a definite possibility it would be G but I don’t want to put that just in case… someone who knows how to rate please help me! 😂)
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Steve knew he wasn’t the smartest. That wasn’t news to him. He knew he was just the brawn, the battering ram, the shield.
It’s fitting, then, that the one who took the most damage would be the one to break first. The first thing someone sees is the first thing they’ll go after.
And, well… Steve spent a lot of time ensuring he was first.
All that didn’t help, of course, as he felt like he was being tracked in his own house, a predator stalking him through the vents, walls, windows.
He didn’t hear the back door open, but felt the shift in air pressure. “Make it quick,” he murmured, begged, shutting his eyes and bracing.
He opened them again when he heard a chuckle. He whirled around and gasped. “Eddie?”
“Pretty thing,” Eddie hummed, cocking his head. “Eddie’s not here.”
“Then who are you?”
He cocked his head the other way. “I am Kas,” he said. “Servant to Vecna, ruler of his armies.”
“Why are you here?”
Kas chuckled. “To destroy you, of course. You and all your friends. Suck your blood from your veins and your marrow from your bones until you are naught more than the dust from which you were wrought.”
Steve made a face. “A little wordy.”
Kas shifted, and suddenly in his place stood Eddie, pouting. “I thought it was good.”
“It is good,” Steve promised. “But this isn’t one of your campaigns, babe, this is Halloween.” Eddie rolled his eyes, and Steve shivered. “And go take out those contacts, they’re giving me the creeps.”
“Oh thank God,” Eddie said, “they’re itchy as hell,” and ran down the hall to the bathroom.
When he walked back out, Steve was in the kitchen, making them lunch. “Y’know we’re gonna have to get El in on this before she blasts you against the wall first and asks questions second.”
“Way ahead of ya, babe,” Eddie chuckled, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist, nuzzling at his neck. “She and Hop are both already in on it.”
“Do you think the kids are gonna hate us?”
Eddie hummed. “It’s possible. I’m calling it payback for all the times the little shits got into trouble and needed us to bail them out.”
Steve chuckled. “Good reason.” He flinched as Eddie scraped his teeth against his neck. “Christ, Eds,” he muttered. “You a real vampire now or what?”
Eddie chuckled darkly, flicked out the fake teeth with his tongue, and sealed his lips against Steve’s neck. He finally pulled back to murmur, “I wanna suck somethin’, baby, but it’s not your blood.”
“You’re an animal,” Steve replied, maneuvering himself around in Eddie’s arms to face him before pulling him closer in a fierce kiss.
He bit at Eddie’s lip before soothing it with his tongue, reaching behind himself to turn the stove off.
“Bedroom?” He asked, pulling back.
“Bedroom.”
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i tried for a well thought out post. instead you get this mess that i’m begging you not to twist:
the outraged cries of “cliques” are people being actual friends with each other. the people complaining about certain blogs or creators being on pedestals are usually the same people putting them there. i’m not one to belittle feelings - i understand where the upset is coming from. i even understand my place in it! but at the end of the day, we’re working ourselves up over what? notes? followers? hits on a fic? things based on luck and timing??
i can only speak for myself, but i work a full time job and i’m hard scheduled 45 hours a week. all of my free time goes towards fic writing, because that’s For Me and that’s what’s important for my mental health, and even then, i am usually too exhausted to do that. i would love to read fic and interact more! my to-read list is a mile long! it is just genuinely hard for me to find the time. i prioritize my friends because they are my friends — real, actual people i know beyond tumblr mutualship, who i talk to about more than just fic writing — and even then i am late getting around to it. i’m not saying this as a “woe is me, my life is hard” moment, but moreso trying to offer a perspective that is not even being thought of. and i get it, no one wants to hear it, because you’re frustrated, and being vocal about frustration feels nice (i know, bc here i am)!!
someone is going to come for my throat for making this post as a “big author” and “part of the clique we’re all vagueing” and maybe it’s juuuuust me but like. if you’re that unhappy, log off. if seeing a friend group you’re not part of interacting makes you unhappy, log off. if seeing the engagement other people get on their posts or fic or art makes you unhappy, log off. you cannot force people to interact with you or your creative work, and aggressively posting about it when they don’t is not inviting them to. i am begging you to stop having expectations of people you do not know, because at the end of the day, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.
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