#i hope this is alright!

[zerokrox-blog]

@steddieas-shegoes @newgrangespirals  

I hope this is too your liking! I tried to make it more angry but I don’t think I quite got it. But anyway, I tried to make it as good as I could. (I literally rewrote this like 5-6 times and it still feels..not angry enough) Based on this post  The silence around the table was deafening as Murray finished talking. The man looked so proud of himself, telling all and sundry about how he had gotten Nancy and Jonathan together. Nobody could move and no one breathed. Nancy and Jonathan had gone pale, and she kept looking at Steve who had gone so still and silent, hand outstretched for the mashed potatoes in front of him. His face had a weird look as if mentally calculating something and suddenly it changed to one of furious understanding and anguish that made her sit still. 

Then in the silence, seemingly not realizing the can of worms he had just opened, Murray turned to Steve and Eddie, “and you know you two are cute. But the pining is getting annoying, like you could take us all out of the misery by dating or even just something! Just ask-” “How fucking dare you?” Steve’s voice was cold and low with barely suppressed rage. He straightened up glaring at Murray who finally took in the faces around him. Jonathan and Nancy’s white faces, the pure shock on Joyce and Hopper’s faces. Robin, and the kids looking uncomfortable. Eddie looked terrified. Wayne was stiff and furious. 

“C’mon man, you can’t be serious?” Murray was shocked. “There is nothing wrong with me trying to get you together man! Listen, I helped get Jonathan and Nancy together as well as Hopper and Joyce. They are thriving-” 

Steve held up his hand voice hardening further, “what is your problem? I was with Nancy at that time which you knew about and you facilitated her cheating on me and you think I should be happy? You think I should be grateful? Now to make matters worse you are so casual about telling people about Eddie and I without knowing if these people are safe? Are you crazy? What is your problem?”

 Steve stood up, anger pouring off of him. Before Murray could say another word, Steve continued to rant, “you come here acting like some god, thinking that we all owe you shit when you barely know the people here and continue to treat us like little lab rats to get your fix! Stop trying to get people together, you're not a matchmaker! Nor are you in a relationship yourself! You barely know anything aside from cooking and maybe a few conspiracies! And you definitely don't know anyone here aside from Hop and Joyce! That isn’t enough people to be making the assumptions you’ve made. Most importantly, you are sitting here proudly, PROUDLY telling people that you helped Nancy and Jonathan get together KNOWING she was together with me! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Steve started to walk away, but he paused just past Murray, he turned back and looked directly at him, “you don’t know me nor do you know Eddie. You don’t know him, who gave the right to demand he dance to your tune like a monkey? What if he isn’t gay? What if he actually hated me? What if he is dating someone else? Who are you to come here and force him to come out like that with no warning? Who are you to make him feel unsafe around the only people who understand him and what he went through over spring break? WHO ARE YOU TO TELL HIM IT’S OK TO CHEAT JUST BECAUSE YOU GET OFF ON HURTING TEENAGERS YOU BARELY KNOW? You disgust me.” Steve glared at Murray and snorted when the man didn’t say anything, seemingly finally realizing what he had done. “Yeah that is what I thought. I hope you know that I will not forgive you for endorsing Nancy cheating on me. I don’t forgive you for taking away my voice in trying to set Eddie and I up and telling people that he is gay without his permission. Fuck you Murray, go to hell.” He started walking away, and when Nancy reached out for him he jerked himself away. “You stay away from me. You and Jonathan stay the fuck away from me. I trusted you both and I shouldn’t have. I never told anyone half of the shit you both did to me. Stay away from me.”

Nancy retracted her hand feeling hurt. 

Eddie stood up, after the shock wore off and looked coldly at Murray, he said, “Aside from literally telling everyone to give you a pat on the back for helping Nancy cheat on Steve, and making me very uncomfortable by outing me like that, I hope you will not do that to anyone else, do you understand me? He waited until he got a nod from Murray, he looked at all of the people around the table, his eyes landed squarely back on Murray and stated firmly, “I don’t care one way or the other at this point, but Steve and I have been together for several months now. We don’t and never will need you to put us together. If you have any problems with that, take it up with someone who cares.” 

Murray looked pleased, “see? You two-”

Eddie gave him a sharp look. He moved after Steve who had left, tears in his eyes that nobody could see as he had entirely turned away from the table. 

Eddie left the Hopper-Byers backyard and went back to the Munson’s new house. Steve beat Eddie there by several minutes and when Eddie saw him his heart cracked. 

Steve was curled up on his bed, face buried in their pillows, soft sobs escaping him. 

“Oh sweetheart, I am here baby.” Eddie cooed softly, slipping out of his clothes before crawling into the bed and curling around Steve. 

Steve cried softly into the pillows not moving closer to Eddie the way he normally would. Eddie just held him and hummed softly into his hair, fingers slowly moving up and down his sides. 

It took Steve some time to calm down, and when he did he shifted around in Eddie’s arms and caught the look on his face. “Am I bad? Am I not enough for anyone? Is that why everyone leaves or hurts me? Am I not worthy of love and a healthy relationship?” he whispered, and Eddie squeezed him closer. 

“No babylove. You are worthy of love and gentleness, you are enough honey boy.” he kept his tone warm and soft, gently stroking Steve’s hair. 

Steve sucked in a deep breath, and once he calmed down entirely, he mumbled, “I don’t want to see Nancy or Jonathan for a while. I am so angry at them. And I don’t quite know what to make of this situation. Nancy knew how I felt about cheating because I told her about my parents. And she fucking cheated on me!” 

Eddie nodded and waited, Steve finally looked at him, and gave him a small smile. “I am sorry we were outed like that. I really-” 

“Baby boy, I promise you it’s not your fault, ok? You don’t owe me an apology. It’s not your fault and you don’t apologize for something that someone else’s shitty behavior ok? We can stay away from Nancy and Jonathan until you feel comfortable seeing them again, OK?” 

Steve nodded, feeling safe and secure here in Eddie’s arms. Here he was safe, he could be himself around Eddie, especially in his arms.

[mirkwoodmunson]

This is a weird ask maybe? But like, I have a really shitty relationship with my family, they make me seem like my emotions are overreactions. Soooo I was wondering if you could possibly do a lil hurt/comfort blurb where reader has a tough time showing emotions because of that, and Eddie insists that she can and won’t be judge n all that stuff? 💖

Have a lovely day, I love your writing!

nooo not weird at all + you are so valid ❤️

thank you so much!! i hope you have a lovely day too!!!

“c’mooon, crabbypants. out with it. what’s goin’ on?”

usually his goading and teasing gets you to grin, elicits a snort and makes you playfully shove his shoulder. usually.

he sits beside you only rotated — while you were sat normally at the picnic table, he sat on the table itself with his feet planted on the bench beside you, facing the opposite direction, elbows on his knees and leaning toward you with a wide smirk, aiming a waggling finger in your direction that threatens to come closer and tickle your ear or pick your nose. eddie was unpredictable like that.

“knock it off, eddie,” you state flatly, deftly swatting his hand away with a huff.

again, usually he would double down, but eddie knows you well enough by now that he’s been able to pick up on your quirks. he can tell the silly ‘knock it off’s’ from the serious ones, and that one was serious enough to make his smile falter a bit, shadowed by concern.

when he sees you like this it just makes him want to help you. it just makes him sad that you’re sad. far be it from him to allow this dark cloud to continue shadowing you.

you’re hunched over an open notebook, doodling in the margins of some notes. from the corner of your eye you see eddie crane down, leaning to the side trying to get a look at you, before he leans back up and simply drops down a level and onto the bench with you, grunting with the force. he watches for your reaction. you continue to hunch.

the quiet continues between you two, eddie just sits facing the opposite way while you continue to write. he props an elbow on the table and slides it down till he’s leaning way over, slouched towards you, craning his head to find your eyes. when they flit up to meet his, his brow raises slightly and he smiles that cheesy, dorky smile. a face that says, very simply, ‘talk to meee~!’

you sigh heavily and flip your notebook closed, eddie swings a leg over so he’s straddling the bench, facing you, resting an arm on the table waiting for you to say something. but you still don’t say anything, instead picking at the warped wood beneath your palms.

after another beat of silence, eddie raises his own palms to his mouth, and blows a startlingly loud raspberry into them, making you jump in your seat and whip your head around to look at him; and when you do he’s grinning at you and wheezing quiet laughter. you can’t help the upwards quirk in the corner of your mouth, not when he’s looking at you like that with that big toothy smile, your cheeks warming.

“there you are!” he beams, excited that he’s gotten a positive reaction, and scoots closer. you sigh softly and the smile grows a little, mimicking him and lifting a leg over the bench to straddle it and face eddie. a little more serious, softer, he says, “c’mon, y/n, you know you can talk to me. spill.”

“…you’ll think it sounds so stupid, i-“

“noo nononono, hey. look at me,” he speaks so gently but it’s insistent, and so you do. his brown eyes are warm and soothing and hold your gaze with a tender concern. “don’t say that shit. please? literally nothing you say is stupid. nothing.”

your heart beats heavy and you start to look down, but eddie catches your chin with a loose fist and holds it up for you, meets your eye again,

“hey hey hey, listen! what’re you scared of, huh?” he’s smiling, encouraging, and gently stroking your chin with his thumb, “you’re talkin’ to eddie ‘the freak’ munson. the guys in hellfire, you think i judge them? think i like hangin’ around you so i can pick you apart?” with his free hand he playfully pinches your arm and you squeak, finally expelling a giggle, and eddie lights up and finds you can hold yourself up now as he puts his hands on your knees. you look at him without trouble now, smiling at each other.

“you— you can tell me anything, and i’m always gonna listen. i’m always here, and i’m never gonna judge you, i just…” he squeezes your knees. “i wanna help. okay? i-i want… i want you to feel like you can talk to me. like i’m… safe. y’know?”

you nod softly and marvel at the boy before you.

“so,” eddie says, and takes one of your hands into his own. “let’s hear it. what’s goin’ on?”

and you tell him. and he holds your hand all the while.

[dezzie-wurks]

Idk if this is aight but like its on a highschool au where the spideys notice the reader being bullied or something?? Just something bout protective scenarios, it can be anything:)

Thank you for asking, Anon! And this idea has me screaming. So I might have to do a part 2, but imma include the mains in this as a headcanon thing.

Included Characters ;; Hobie, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr!

Hobie Brown

Always made it clear you could come to him if you needed help with something, especially bullying.

Was surprised you'd even let someone bully you, or at least without telling someone. Without telling him.

When he first noticed, he was dumbfounded you did nothing. What were all of his pep talks about being your own boss worth??

He quickly put an end to it. Now, how you don't really know. All you know is you didn't see the kid at school for a couple of weeks.

And when you did? They didn't even look your direction. If anything, they were extremely nice.

He still didn't let them around you though.

Told others to keep an eye on you in the hallway, just in case he had more people to weed out for this behavior.

Tends to keep closer to you in the halls if possible. And he makes it possible.

Miles Morales

He's not as extreme as Hobie, with fixing it wise.

He did think it was odd of you not to tell him.. made him overthink if you trusted him completely.

The first time he noticed it, his first reaction was to walk over and start a conversation to ward them off.

It worked for the first time, but the second time, he couldn't help and feel a little bit angry rather upset.

Called you over and got you away from others, asking you if this happened often and why you didn't make an attempt to ask for his or the other's help.

Got it fixed the only way he saw he could, constantly sticking to your side. Like.. everytime you were in the halls he was with you.

He tried scaring them off once.. Hobie laughed. They at least left you alone, though!

Gwen Stacy

She noticed quickly, she saw how your attitude was on the low side after the bullying started.

She felt very protective of you, like.. very.

She didn't know what to do at first, so she was sorta awkward about it. But she understood your feelings completely.

When she saw it happening, she immediately intervened.

Her way of helping was by watching you more often and being snarky to the bully.

Eventually, it stopped, and she was happy it did. She made sure you was okay physically and mentally a lot more.

She cares so much for you. She sometimes lets you get by with a hug even if she's not the biggest on touch.

Pavitr Prabhakar

Flabbergasted someone would bully you, the audacity!

Thought you was too perfect to get bullied. Plus, it hurt when he saw it.

The first time he really noticed is when he saw you crying and got you to open up to him about it.

Didn't go on much longer after he found out. Naturally, he let an admin know.

.. And didn't stop bothering them until it they stopped it.

Makes sure to see you when possible during and after school. He gave more hugs than he already did.

Still shoots you small winks and smiles in the hall when he sees your smile or just in general. He's happy knowing you are too.

[whimsical-roasting]

I’m so obsessed with your smutty Jamie thoughts… like they’ve consumed all my brain space if you wanted to share some more (specifically those switch/sub ideas you’ve mentioned before hehehehe)

hii you are so cute, of course it's sub!jamie time.. sorry it takes me a min to reply to requests but i always love getting them, like damn yall wanna hear MY thoughts?? why??

anyways i ended up crying whilst searching for a gif...seeing him too sad makes me cry bc he doesn't deserve it OR seeing him really happy makes me cry bc he deserves it so much... i am a mess but i am soft for jamie tartt, my babyboy

oh my fucking god, my mind is filled with filth of sub!jamie

he's an excitable puppy; it's not surprising he'd be a cute lil sub, and everything jamie does, he does well

the man tries so hard in the things that matter, and he craves your praise

first fucking thing about having this subby boy would be giving him all the praise. I physically cannot fathom anything else?? petnames too!! "that's it, sweetheart" "good boy" "babyboy" "mm, you're my perfect baby, yea?" "so fucking good for me"

((my mind is racing all over the place rn so this is incoherent))

he calls you baby most likely, maybe even ma'am - "yes, mam" "please, babeh" (in his accent)

he follows instructions so well cause he wants to please you!!

WHIMPERS. oh god, my baby whimpers

he also POUTS. he's so fucking pouty and whiney with everything, but he still follows instructions. maybe he'd be bratty here and there, but you threatening him with, "you really don't wanna cum tonight, huh" or "i should stop touching you right now" makes him act right cause he needs your touch. he's craving it.

he'd be all desperate, eyes widening in panic as you start to pull away, "no! please! 'm sorreh!!"

i see him sitting up on the bed naked, back against the headboard, and you're just beside him, kissing him and sliding your hands down his chest

you're sucking on his neck and teasing his nipples, and he just groans, hand gripping your knee. you stop and slap his hand away, causing him to pout

"no hands, baby. keep 'em by your side, no touching unless i say so", you instruct. cause you know, and he knows it's harder for him to keep his hands at bay through self-control compared to restraints, but frankly, you don't care what he prefers cause he's bound to listen regardless

he whines in response, and you shoot him a look so he sheepishly corrects himself, "yes mam," and the pleased smile you give him has his chest feeling warm and his stomach a lil giddy

you continue kissing all over his face, jaw, neck. peppering kisses and praises that he EATS UP... it goes straight to his dick. "so pretty" "my handsome boy" "gorgeous"

you shift further down his body and get him to lay down on the pillow, sucking on his nipples and stroking his dick

all he can do is whine. his jaw is tense from trying to keep his hands by his side, and he tries to focus on breathing, but when you moan around his nipple and lazily half-stroke his dick, his focus is fucked

you start kissing down his stomach, and poor boy is already leaking some precum

"so eager, baby? for who?" "y-you" "hmm, why?" you ask as your thumb spreads his precum around the head of his dick, teasing his slit and causing him to hiss

"w-want you, babeh. please." "i dunno...are you gonna be good?" "so good, i'll be a good boy," he says with urgency in his voice

you straddle his chest so your ass is practically in his face. he can practically smell you... god, he wants a taste, but he can't quite reach, and he fucking hates it.

he settles for moving his head to the side, gently kissing your thighs. the kisses make you groan softly, and he can feel your hot exhale on his dick, involuntarily causing him to whine and thrust upwards

you just coo, "awe my needy baby," before licking the head of his dick.. his breath hitches

you start going down on him, providing the sloppiest head paired with "taste so good, babyboy" "all mine, right?" "lemme hear you, angel"

he ends up moaning and whining louder as you get so into it

your body is moving with you, and i bet your pussy ends up bumping his nose once or twice, so he just feels your wetness on his face

he wants to devour you so fucking bad, but you said no touching and the thought of you stopping what you're doing right now has him too scared to risk it

his hand comes up to grip the pillow. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth open in pleasure as he's whimpering, "c-close, 'm cl-close"

and then you just stop. suddenly his dick feels very wet and very cold from the absence of your mouth. he wants to cry

he gives out a teary plead, "noo", and you give a hoarse reply "do good boys complain?" "b-but i-" "answer me, baby. do they complain?" and you get a quiet but obedient "no."

"are you a good boy for me?" "..yes mam", and you kiss his thighs as he pouts from you edging him

there's a beat of silence as you're caressing/kissing his thighs before you say, "d'you wanna taste?" shaking your hips in his face, and though you can't see it, his eyes light up, and he's nodding eagerly

"yes! lemme taste, please" he sounds so eager, it makes you chuckle. he blushes at the way he sounds so desperate for you; he's kinda thankful you can't see his face

"make me cum, yea? then i'll consider letting you finish. got that, angel?"

he's wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto his face before you hear a muffled "yes, mam"

he'd eat you out with such fucking devotion. entire face dripping with your wetness. moaning into your pussy. honestly, he'd be so into it, slurping and lapping you up. his dick is leaking precum again.

you give him so much praise!! "god, you're so cute" "just like that baby" "good boy, fuck- that's it, eat me out" "so perfect darling, my darlin boy" "use that tongue"

i could go on and on... this is too long already, and we haven't touched on sex position, but that'll be next time,,,,,, AFTERCARE

okay aftercare!! he's super clingy, so you can't leave the room for too long, or he'll start calling out for you all pouty

you'd clean him up, maybe run a shower, but you'd be the one washing off his body and drying him off

i see him as being tired and cuddly too

you'd be caressing his cheek and kissing his forehead and he'd look up at you with sleepy, big eyes (maybe like the gif) and ask, "did i do good?"

and you're like "so good, angel!! so good. you were the best for me" "always the best for me, you're perfect baby", and he just beams up at you, snuggling into your chest further

"i love you so much, love", you say playing with his hair and kissing his head. he's tracing patterns on an exposed part of your torso where your shirt's ridden up

he gives you a tired but soft "i love you more"

you grin noticing how he's slowing down his fingers as his body feels heavier against you, "i love you the most" and he's drifted off against you

[theloveinc]

Please I need more of shy dating app shinshou 😭

hmmmm, i don't really know what to say!!

i think it's a little bit weird because... you honestly don't expect it to work out so well with him. not that you didn't want it to, but dating app relationships never go *this* well, right? so the fact that it made it to the point of meeting is. almost shocking.

(but he's the only guy who's ever made you laugh through a screen, much less gotten you flustered... the only one who's ever offered you so much of his free time, too, you wonder: does he ever sleep?, alongside all these oaths of pleasure: is he lying?)

but like... then you meet, and he actually is who he says, and you're who you say (and much, much MORE)... so there comes this sudden shyness when that fear, the only fear left between you, now that you've been talking so long, is assuaged.

but you know that thing that happens when... you both KNOW you're into each other and the tensions are high w/ attraction but neither of you know how to actually light the spark to let it all unleash?

THAT'S how it feels when you're finally w/ shinso irl. so different than when online ... but not because he feels or thinks differently, but because he doesn't want to come off too strong too fast and scare you off. like a persona is one thing, of course, but actually fucking u on the first or second date? teasing you til you're giggling and hot.... IDK. it feels a little... impolite, doesn't it?

but he's nothing but a gentleman, and it's an... interesting surprise. not bad, far from it, but.............. suddenly his cool, sly and funny nonchalance that tickles you through text has become........... handsome, thoughtful and intense in a way that makes your pelvis tight.

like, who is this sexy man??? who's taking your hand and kissing the back of it, opening the car door for you, putting his jacket around your shoulders after the meal and looking at you so intently every time you speak.

and it's good, SO good, but scary too because he's quieter than before, quieter than when you've been on the phone. and maybe that means he's not actually that into you after meeting you after all? just trying to get through it?

BUT NO. people said this in the tags of the initial post (and god bless them for it), but he's just ALSO in shock. at your beauty, your manner (i read too much early modern lit these days get me out of here), everything... and the whole date feels like the best thing to ever happen to him, even if he can't bring himself to express it, or address (to himself) how tight the crotch of his slacks got when he accidentally got a look down your fancy top.

so he comes off as shy! Poor guy!!!

.....................even if he does text you about going on a second date as soon as he gets home from dropping you off (and giving you a kiss on your cheek). and then tells you about what your little outfit was doing to him the WHOLE NIGHT.

(and yes, he smiles the next date. i promise).

[sandisjustsad]

HI OH MY GOSH I LOVE UR STYLE SO SO MHCH AND I SEE UR ASKBOX IS OPEN SO AHHH!!!

SKYWARP OR STARSCREAM …??? G1 … OR WHICHEVER RENDITION U WANT/WORKS W U!!!

HELLLOOOOOO!!!!!! :DDDD THANK YOUUU SOOO MUCH!!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) YAYYYY yayy YAYY!!!!!

It's silly time ⏰⏰⏰⏰

[the141ghost]

@kingfishered from xxx

' classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary [from soap] '

It wasn't news to anyone that Ghost was a terrible driver.

When he was behind the wheel, everything that was in the car's way was merely a speedbump, people included in that.

But, stupidly enough, it wasn't the driving that had left the most damage. Of course, when the airbags didn't deploy upon crashing and he took a straight shot of the steering wheel to his face, it did smart a bit, even through his mask.

No, it was the mad dash he then had to make to exfil which was what really took him down a peg.

With his ears still ringing from the collision, he'd fallen from the---violently smoking---truck and landed right onto his elbow. It definitely did more damage than he cared to think about, beyond shredding his skin until he felt wetness drip down his arm.

Getting jumped by the enemy barely seconds after he'd found his footing... Well, that surely didn't help, either. The attacker got a good couple of slashes to his forearm before Ghost could take him down, and he might have taken a little more frustration out on the man than he had to, caving his face in on the broken-down car and leaving his limp corpse next to it.

But, in spite of all the obstacles that had been thrown at him, he made it to exfil on time and with his wits still mostly about him.

The medics had tried to take a look at him when they landed, being covered in blood seemed to be a cause for concern to them, but one cold stare had them backing off to attend to matters wherever was furthest from the agitated Lieutenant.

He could deal with it in the privacy of his office, where he would be alone to curse himself for nearly blowing the whole operation because he panicked. He did, however, accept the offered ibuprofen, though it didn't stay in his system for nearly long enough to work before he was hunched over the nearest bin, coughing his insides out. In hindsight, he should have known better than taking it on an empty stomach.

The walk to his office felt longer than he remembered it to be. Though he swore he hadn't taken any wrong turns, the base had suddenly become a labyrinth for him to navigate. Eventually, mostly through muscle memory, he found his way.

After throwing his well-loved first aid kit onto his desk and tugging his mask up over his eyes, leaving it hanging loosely around the crown of his head, he sunk into his office chair with a loud groan.

He massaged roughly at his aching shoulders, eyelids dropped closed, and a deep, pained knit between his brows, before his eyes shot back open at the loud knocking on his office door.

The furrow in his brow only deepened as he shot a glance to the clock on the wall. It was late, too late for it to be work-related unless they were about to send him out on another job.

Somehow, he wouldn't have even been surprised.

"Come in," he called out, voice rough and hoarse, as he tugged his mask back down to cover his face, wiping the dried blood off his fingers onto the fabric of his trousers before he busied himself with the papers on his desk.

[cigvrettedvet]

"what do you think?" theo's smiling as she models the dress she's chosen to wear for her and johanna's special date. "i'm wearing your favorite color too." because theo made sure to remember the little details such as that. maybe it wasn't too ethical to be engaging in a secret relationship with your professor but it's not as though it was planned. it just happened and now theo was smitten with the older woman. even though she had been reminded time and time again that this was only mere fun, theo couldn't stop her mind from wondering about the possibility of her and johanna being together. it's a fantasy she wished could become reality. "thank you for taking me out," she then adds, pulling johanna in for a hug and brief kiss on the lips. "i really appreciate it." although she enjoyed spending time with johanna in either her apartment or theo's, it was nice to finally get out and go on a date. it made things feel that much more official, at least for theo. a girl was allowed to dream, wasn't she? // @thursdaygrl

[herarcadewasteland]

Discoveries Pt. 3 ♥

A/N: Yes yes its been a little while but I've been busy okay? and i’ve been fired so emotional things. thank you all for the support so far and i hope this makes up for the wait. 

Pt. 1    Pt. 2

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Stretching in your bed the next morning, you let out a large yawn as you adjusted to fall asleep again. Turning over in bed, you weren’t expecting the face of Fred to be right next you. You let out a startled scream as he laughed you, your eyes rolling as your shoulders shook with laughter. 

“What are you doing, Fred? It’s like 5am.”

“7am. You slept in missy~”

Groaning and flipping to face the other side of the room, your hair swung dramatically with you and into Georges face, who was crouched on the opposite side of your bed, expecting the trouble of waking you up. You screamed again and sat up with a huff, the twins high-fiving over your head. 

“Will you two just let me sleep for another hour at least?”

“No can do. You see-”, George started.

“We need to be at Diagon Alley by 8:30.”, Fred finished. 

You ran a hand through your knotted hair, partly in confusion and mostly in frustration. When it clicked in your head that you had to get some school robes adjusted, you panicked and half jumped, half fell out of bed. The twins backed your frantic movements with laughter as they walked down to the kitchen, the chatter of impatient and hungry Weasleys filled your ears. 

“Why do we have to wait for Y/N to eat?! It’s her fault for sleeping too long!”, Rons muffled voice fell into your conscious and made you speed up your hair and teeth brushing. 

Rushing down the stairs, you stumbled directly into Bill who caught you with a sigh.

“Clumsy as always, Y/N.”

You let out an almost ashamed laugh, your arms squeezing around Bill as he wheezed. Arthur walked in behind the both of you and ushered you into your seats as Molly set down the plate of bacon. 

“Finally!”, Ron muttered as he grabbed the plate of bacon seconds after it hit the table, his plate piling with food.

Food was passed around between the family, conversation filling the air as you ate silently. Your silent bubble was disrupted when Ron dragged you into an argument between himself and Percy. 

“It’s not my fault you have a bloody stick up your ass!” 

“I am a prefect, Ronald, which is something that will actually get me into the Ministry!”

Ron shot you a look of ‘oh dear god not this again’ and you laughed. 

“Percy, you do realize not being a prefect can get you into the Ministry. You just need good grades and the right classes.”

Percy snapped his glare to you, knowing you were right, and sighed. He had always had a sort of soft spot for you, knowing you weren’t actually a Weasley. Which was a dumb reason to not hate someone but you went along with it so not absolutely every child in the house had an argument with him every other day.

“I suppose you aren’t wrong, Y/N. I just have a better chance this way.”

He turned his nose up at you and you laughed, finishing off your plate just as the rest of the family had. The plates were cleared from the table as everyone dispersed to do their own thing. 

“Y/N dear, we must be going if we don’t want to be late. Come now, to the fireplace.”

You brushed yourself off and followed Molly to the fireplace, your hand wrapping around another handful of soft powder. Your eyes glanced up to your mum as she nodded reassuringly. You still weren’t used to it yet and you had a feeling it would take a little while to feel normal and not like you were being vacuum sealed into a plastic bin. With a sigh you threw down the powder and clearly stated “Diagon Alley”, and then you were gone in a swirl of green smoke.

Stumbling from the grate in The Three Broomsticks, you ran headfirst into a solid mass. Panicked, you looked around to make sure you were where you were supposed to be and slowly glanced at whoever you bumped into. Your wide eyes met narrowed ones surrounded by the same white blonde hair from the other day. You took a subconscious step back from the man just as Molly came through the floo, her hands finding your arms as she stumbled lightly into you.

“Mr. Malfoy. If you’d excuse us.”, Her eyes narrowed back at the man as he looked between the two of you, “Come on, dear, off we go now.”

She led you away with gentle hands, your head turning to look back at the man as you swerved through tables. Your eyes met one last time before Molly was tugging you past the door with a firm but gentle hold on your hand. As you met the bustling roads of Diagon Alley, you squinted your eyes at the sun, a frown tugging down the corners of your mouth as you stared at the ground, trying to avoid any ray of sun you could. Leaping between shadows to the fitting, you panted as Molly gently pulled you to a stop in front of Madam Malkins. You sighed and Molly chuckled lightly, her hand taking yours and guiding you in. 

“It’ll only take a minute. Don’t worry dear.”

~~~~~~~~~

“A minute my butt!”,  you exclaimed as you stumbled out of the fireplace in the Burrow, Fred sweeping you off your feet immediately and up to your room where a trunk lay on your bed.

“What is this? Why is my trunk out? What did you do?”

You rounded on Fred and George as soon as you were placed onto the floor, their faces innocent as could be as they watched you with crossed arms and very small smirks of entertainment. 

“You need to pack for Hogwarts!”

“We all have. Our trunks are-”

“-Waiting by the front door.”

“Only two are missing~”

You sighed and stared into the empty space, your eyes tracing loose threads along the seam as you nodded. 

“Okay, I’ll go bother Ronald after I’m done.”

“That's what we like to hear!”, the twins chorused as they walked from your room to raid the kitchen, if Mollys loud reprimanding was anything to go by.

The packing only took you a few minutes, most of your school things were in a separate drawer as it was so all you had to do was move them into the trunk. You finished your packing with relative ease and an overactive mind, the zipper closing breaking the silence you had been working in. WIth a sigh, you pulled your trunk to the top of the stairs before making your way to ROnalds room to aid him in his no-doubt messy packing. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pushed open the door to encounter the entirety of Rons wardrobe scattered around the room. 

“Ron, how? There is no way you had to destroy your room to pack.”

HIs frantic eyes met yours as he scoffed, “Well no, but it felt necessary at the time.”

You hummed and cleared a few spots across the room, handing things to Ron you knew he would want with him. His eyes followed you around when he wasn't haphazardly throwing things into his trunk.

“At least fold things!”, you stomped over to his trunk and folded piece by piece as Ronald sat and watched you with a blank expression until you reached his Chudley Cannon jersey. Then he reacted and grabbed it from your hands with a gasp, his own carefully folding it in a mess. You shrugged and packed it neatly with the rest of his things, the heavier items resting on top of his clothes as the lighter things went on those. 

“There. All done.”, you heaved a sigh as you closed the lid of the trunk, the click of the lock creating a satisfying noise in the otherwise silent room. 

“Thank you, Y/N~”, Ron grabbed you for an overly tight hug, your hands pushing at his arms as you wheezed for a single breath of air that wasn’t from Ron’s vicinity.

“Ok ok ok! I get it, just get it downstairs with the rest of them!”

Ronald let you go after a moment, his frame moving out the door with his trunk in hand as you followed after him.

“You made it sound like you brought yours down! But nooo look at what’s right here!”, Ron huffed and lightly kicked your trunk as he passed it.

“I said the rest of them! Never included mine!”, you shouted after him as you grabbed your own trunk and carried it down the stairs to see Bill and Charlie in front of the floo.

Molly gave the two a big hug with large containers of sweets being shoved into their hands after Arthur gave them a hug as well, Percy nodding a farewell from the couch as he read through the Ministry’s handbook for rules and regulations. 

“Nooooo~!”, you whined, “You can’t leave yet! You like... just got here! We didn’t get to talk about Hogwarts!”

The eldest Weasley boys chuckled and pulled you into their arms for a group hug, tears filling your eyes as they pet your hair lovingly. 

“You know we have jobs to get too, Y/N. We can’t stay to see you off.”

You huffed at them and lightly punched their chests as they smiled at you. A small nod moved your hair into your eyes as you grasped them tighter. While you weren’t as close to them as you were the twins, they had still helped raise you in a sense and that created a connection, plus you were their little sister. Blood or not, that created an even greater connection. Still not one large enough to rival that of yours with Fred and George but it was enough.

“Fine. Just send owls, okay? I wanna tell you everything!”

The boys nodded and placed kisses on the top of your white hair, their eyes slightly glossy as yours overflowed with tears.

“We will.”

“Absolutely we will.”, Charlie finished as he guided you to Molly’s embrace, Bill giving a last wave and goodbye to the family as he stepped through the floo with a call of his destination. 

Charlie gave a similar exit with a blown kiss towards yourself and your mom as he called out for the Ministry of Magic for Romania, however he pronounced it. Their departure set the family in motion as Arthur ushered everyone into the kitchen to go over the basic checklist of the things you would need for your time at Hogwarts. Most of the list was checked off smoothly, Ron mumbling under his breath that it was unnecessary until your dad reached an item he had forgotten and cursed. That got him a small ass-whooping from Molly as she urged him to go get what he had been missing. Fred and George mocked him as he ran up the stairs, your quiet giggles backing them until your parents shushed you all and continued with the list as Ronald slipped down the stairs to his trunk and frantically packed his wand. The list went smoothly after that, everyone having followed the list to pack, well... you had. The trunks were smooshed in the back of the Ford Anglia with a small extension charm, a suspicious popping noise coming from one of the twins trunks, a huff of air and confetti falling into the trunk as they stood rubbing the backs of their necks sheepishly. 

You were all set to head out for Hogwarts, all that was left was getting onto the platform and finding a seat. Easy enough, you told yourself as Fred and George popped confetti onto Arthur as he walked away, their lanky frames sprinting away from a charmed broom as it chased them across the lawn. Easy enough... right?

[othunderous]

thor sits, his eyes trained on the outside void of space, in the back of rocket’s pod. there is little to see; the window is frosted, much of the twinkling stars amongst the black obscured. at least he doesn’t sit alone— a weighted glance flits towards loki. since the slaughter, the explosion. . . before that, since asgard, they’ve had little to no time to sit with one another. to sit with all that has happened. quiet comes to them at last, a chance to talk. now that it is here, though, thor finds he can’t quite find the words. a million thoughts race through his mind, many of them flashes of terrible memories. memories he knows they both share.

after so many centuries of conflicts, fights, resolutions, just to go round and round— he is, at last, at a loss for words.

shifting uncomfortably, elbows on his knees and hands clasped before him, his eye contact with his brother is unsteady. it’s another moment before he can speak. “loki,” he starts, his voice quiet. “we are going to finish this. we are going to avenge our people. you know that, don’t you?”

@emeraldxphoenix :)

[petitelepus]

An fem bot reader that is like Haganezuka? Like what we talked before in DMs? What would team prime and elite guards reaction to her?

You had a reputation amongst the Autobots and even Decepticons. When mechs and femmes wanted weapons, you would forge them a weapon suitable especially for them.

It was like you had the ability to see the potential in the Autobots and see a weapon they should wield. You remember every weapon you've ever made and every person wielding them.

So, after eons of not seeing Optimus or his team, you made sure that the Elite Guards took you with them to Earth so you could see the Autobots.

"Oh, how pleasing it's to have you visit us-!" Optimus was about to greet you, but you ignored him and grabbed his battle axe, and looked at your handiwork.

"What the frag is this!?"

You were also famous for being rather temperamental when it came to your weapons.

"It's so dull!"

"I-!"

"If this is how you treat my axe then maybe you don't deserve it!"

The reason the Elite Guards took you with them was that Ultra Magnus knew you and how respected you were, but Sentinel honestly just wanted to see you shout at Optimus. Aftport.

"I'm- I'm sorry-" Optimus was apologizing when you pulled your sharpening tools from your subspace and started to sharpen the axe.

"An axe this dull won't do you any good! Gonna get yourself killed with this!"

Yes, you had a short fuse and you were rude, but only because deep down you cared about every Autobot who wielded your weapons.

You would be damned if your weapons would be a reason someone lost their life!

[teenagedkraken]

@eyeknowmayhem

"Could someone here please explain on what's going on here? What is that thing?"

[goldenchildminmin]

|| Bailey & Minho ||

Minho loved to party. There was just something about the quickly building up energy in clubs, bars and fancy dance places where people let loose and after a couple of tasty drinks threw their hands up in the air and danced the night away. However, Minho didn’t just throw himself in among people either. He preferred the whole celebrity treatment shebang. A VIP private room or booths, expensive alcohol, snacks he craved delivered to his table even if they were not on the place’s menu, best view of the dancefloor and an occasional slip out of the space especially reserved for him and the people who accompanied him to go mingle and show off his dazzling, fashionable outfits and very advanced dancing skills. Because Minho, although bubbly and friendly, was still very wary of strangers, especially in places like these, such as nightclubs and bars. Call it professional deformation. After all, he’d had unpleasant experiences before.

So Minho’s entourage on such outings was very carefully selected. Not only were they people who would lavish Minho with the attention he adored, they were also beautiful, fun people Minho found especially gorgeous and interesting. One of those people was certainly Bailey, a lovely vampiress Minho's met in Greywood and had, through unexpected series of circumstances learned that she’s the childe of his very good friend Jean-Claude. Naturally, that made Minho adore Bailey even more.

Lounging in the soft red leather booth in their little VIP section, Minho threw an arm around the backrest behind Bailey, his smiling face already flushed with a glittery redness riddled with golden flecks. He was a few drinks in and the metallic shine to his skin tended to show, either unintentionally or sometimes even intentionally as glamouring himself perfectly became less of a priority in comparison to feeling beautiful and having a good time. “Are we out of Prosecco? Unacceptable!” He pointed at one of the few empty bottles already on their table, most of their exquisite company having annihilated the first few rounds that were on Minho's tab of course. “What are we up for now? More bubbles? Shots? Ooooh! A chocolate fountain.” Minho’s eyes practically sparkled with this unreasonable and ridiculous idea but if anyone could make it happen, it was Minho, the K-pop diva.

He leaned adoringly against Bailey, lowering his head onto her shoulder as he mused dreamily. “I do love strawberries with chocolate. They go very well with Prosecco.” And then he let out a little squeaky hiccup, giggling at his own self for it.

@bailey-calinao

[trixie-troubleby]

could you maybe write a fluffy t4t sportarobbie where one of them is recovering from top surgery?

Thanks for the prompt!!! I hope you like this!

Sportacus let out a sharp breath as a twinge of pain shot through his sides. In his pursuit of water he had forgotten one of the main rules for the beginning of his recovery. He forgot why he was staying with Robbie to begin with.

”Hey hey hey hey hey–“ Robbie rushed towards his boyfriend. “Stop it.” He scolded, smacking Sportacus’ arms that were beginning to reach to one of the higher shelves of the cabinets, where Robbie stored his cups.

“Sorry, sorry. I realized as–“ Sportacus tried to excuse himself.

“It’s another week before you can reach over your head.” Robbie said, reaching the top shelf with ease and grabbing a glass for Sportacus. “Ask for help.” He kissed the top of Sportacus’ head before moving to the fridge to fill the cup with water. “Go sit back down and relax.” He insisted.

Sportacus cracked a smile. “You know I’m not very good at that.”

“I will be right there to hold you down and make sure you don’t end up hurting yourself.” Robbie promised. He glanced over his shoulder at the elf who still hadn’t moved. He huffed, rolling his eyes. “Come on, Sportadork. Before I go tell the kids what a terrible patient you are.” He said, passing the cup of water over to Sportacus.

Sportacus smiled slightly. “I really am trying. I forgot until it started hurting.” He walked over to the orange couch Robbie had magicked up, putting his water on the side table before falling into the fluff.

Robbie let out another huff, grabbing a thick knitted blanket and draping it over Sportacus. He rested himself gently against Sportacus’ side. Not enough weight or pressure to hurt, but enough that he was there. That Sportacus knew he was there.

“Thank you for letting me stay.” Sportacus said, resting his head on Robbie’s shoulder.

Robbie scoffed. “As if there was any option. Although I bet if you didn’t have me to stop you, you’d try to drag yourself up that rope ladder immediately once you woke up.” Robbie poked his side, just below the bandages.

Sportacus smiled, “Thank you anyways.”

“You can thank me by taking care of yourself. By letting me take care of you.” Robbie insisted.

Sportacus turned his head to kiss Robbie. Just a gentle pressing of lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Robbie said. His hand lightly traced down to where the bottom of the bandage was hidden under his shirt. He traced his fingers along the edge. “Does it hurt?” Robbie asked quietly.

“No. I’m alright.” Sportacus covered Robbie’s hand with his own.

“You’re braver than I am.” Robbie said, looking down at his own chest. “I don’t think I could do it.”

“Everyone transitions in their own way, in their own pace.” Sportacus said, so quickly it felt like an automatic response. So quickly he didn’t even register the words before they were out.

Robbie rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Sorry.” Sportacus said with a small smile. “But even if the words are force of habit, it doesn’t mean they’re false.”

Robbie let out a small amused breath. “Yeah, no, I know.” He smiled slightly. “I’m not being down on myself either, by the way.” Robbie said. “It’s not just that getting into a knife fight while asleep is a scary idea–“ Sportacus laughed. Robbie smiled. “I still use my tits on occasion.” He said lightly. “I’d spend all that money getting rid of them only to spend more money to get fake tits for my disguises? I may not be the best at financial planning but that seems like too much.”

Sportacus smiled, leaning into Robbie’s side. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Guess that makes us a good pair.” Robbie responded, entwining their fingers together. “Now if you don’t mind me.” Robbie reclined the sofa with a snap of his fingers. He curled up beside his boyfriend with a small smile. “I think you should get some rest.”

[lellarps]

closed starter to @rowan-revelry

Flying over those oak, snowy woods, and then heading to the horizon like a falcon. Pretending to target the horizon, but never really getting there. The cold, the rush. The wild.

His wings, at some point, sooner than he'd like to admit, did hurt, unused to the environment. But in all honesty, it was merely a breeze compared to the emptiness that accompanied him; the restlessness, the tumult inside from leaving a mate, and the safety of their intimacy.

But it... served its purpose.

In a way.

It brought a somewhat better pace to his heartbeat, to his mind.

Still pained, yes.

And he was still aware of how a terrible idea it was for him to accompany her.

But his head was somewhat... sober. Solemn. Two hours after his departure, when the blizzard was somewhat settled, Axis found his Queen and the entourage once again. He landed with an intended and resounding thud, bringing some looks to his form; flinches, even. His wings were wide before tucking them back.

Such a big, powerful, and (hardly did they know) unbound figure. Yet, he gracefully bowed to his Queen. If he hadn't glamoured his own smell, they'd also be able to smell what had happened earlier, and they'd certainly be terrified— for a Fey willing to mate held quite a distinctive smell, a dangerous one, that implied how territorial and protective it was likely to be.

And oh, if a Faerie about to mate wasn't the most terrifying thing to outsiders...

"Your Majesty" he said, his voice steadier than it had been before, calmer. Strangely so. "May I have a word, before we proceed?"

[ecle-c-tic]

'70𝓼 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 ☀

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For the spectacular @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen 🍊💛

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return of the king ecle-c-tic celebration 🎉

hehe you’re being tagged bc of this post:

@lady-ofmischief @whatmarisays @thislookinyoureyes @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen