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Cosmere Characters Read the Kaladin Chapters

As requested by anon. :)

I once did a post about Stormlight Archive characters reading the Stormlight Archive, which you can find here. This post is similar, except characters are only reading the Kaladin chapters.

(But if you're wondering WHERE Hesina & Lirin are, there're in the first post!)

[Stormlight Spoilers through Rhythm of War!]

1. Adolin

Adolin: So, uh, you and Shallan sure...had a time in those chasms, huh? Kaladin: W-We HAD to huddle together for warmth and stuff! Adolin: [eyes narrowing] Uh-huh. Kaladin: Are you mad? Adolin: Of course I'm mad! Adolin: We've been on TONS of adventures and you've NEVER cuddled ME for warmth! Kaladin: ... Kaladin: That's what you're mad about? Adolin: We are cuddling at the FIRST opportunity we get!

2. Shallan

Shallan: I know that you killed my brother. Shallan: But READING about you killing my brother... Shallan: That was a uniquely horrible experience. Kaladin: I-I had to though. He was killing everyone. Shallan (much too brightly): Oh I know! It's not like I haven't killed my own family members! Shallan: Just saying that if I could still successfully suppress memories, I'd be burying that one! [finger guns] Kaladin: ...This post is giving me whiplash.

3. Elhokar

Elhokar: Um, okay. Wow. Elhokar: So multiple of my guards--including Kaladin Stormin' Stormblessed--really did want to kill me! Elhokar: I was SUCH a bad king that even KALADIN STORMBLESSED wanted to kill me! Elhokar: I'd fall over dead if I hadn't already been MURDERED. Kaladin: I did save you, though. Kaladin: ...The first time, anyway. Kaladin: That has to count for something? Elhokar: Yes, and I was invested enough to see you completely lose it after my actual death so... Elhokar: Let bygones be bygones and all of that. Elhokar: But REALLY. Elhokar: So bad at kinging that even KALADIN STORMBLESSED was in the "kill him" party! Elhokar: Not good for my self-esteem, man. Elhokar: Not good.

4. Bridge 4

Teft: So, lad...that Honor Chasm scene, huh? Sigzil: We knew we were all miserable and angry; we did not know you came so close. Moash: Yeah, you idiot! That was the closest you ever came to dying--by your own hand! Probably the only way you COULD die! Lopen: And it would have meant you didn't meet me, the Lopen! That would have been a tragedy on top of a tragedy! Rock: And no stews either! Skar: What we're trying to say is that we're glad Syl stopped you. Drehy: Yeah. You saved all of us. Kaladin: Guys... Rlain: But also...maybe consider some of that therapy you invented. Lyn: Yeah, for real.

5. Thaidakar

Thaidakar: I should definitely recruit this guy for the Ghostbloods. Thaidakar: Always survives... Never gives up... Collects followers wherever he goes... Thaidakar: This guy could DOUBLE recruitment! Thaidakar: I just need a way to make the Ghostbloods seem honorable...

6. Taravangian

Taravangian: Wow, in a different life, you would have been in Kharbranth, studying medicine. Taravangian: Working at my hosptial. Taravangian: Where I killed people in the basement. Taravangian: ... Taravangian: Very glad that didn't happen.

7. Syl

Syl: I was there, of course. But getting to read it made my realize something... Syl: I literally saved you SO MANY times! Syl: Without me, you never would have made it! Syl: Like, repeatedly! Kaladin: It's true. I needed you. Syl: You may address me as "Syl, my lifesaving savior" forever now. Kaladin: I'm not doing that!

8. Dalinar

Dalinar: You never told me the full story. Kaladin: About what, sir? Dalinar: About how my sending Roshone to a "place where he couldn't do any harm" meant sending him to your actual hometown where he tormented your family and sent your brother to the army where he died. Kaladin: Seemed better not to bring it up. Dalinar: I wish that you had. Kaladin: ... Kaladin: I am surprised that this is your takeaway. Not the fact that I, you know, nearly killed your nephew... Dalinar: You did not kill him. You saved him. Dalinar: If we weighed your almost crimes against my actual crimes, there would be no comparison. I am not one to judge someone else's journey. Kaladin: ... Kaladin: This is where we're supposed to add in some humorous joke to end our dialogue, I think. Dalinar: I don't think that's going to happen. Kaladin: No, I guess not.

[alphabetboyluvr]

bad decisions | jjk - series masterlist

title credit: bad decisions - bts

pairing: bartender!jungkook x female reader | strangers-friends-lovers, fwb

synopsis

it's simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook's ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free. the issue? you've a fear of intimacy. jungkook, a fear of rejection. and you've both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions.

genre / tropes: smut, fluff, a lil angst, bartender!jk, student!jk, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers (?), fwb, deal arrangement, undefined relationship (they're just friends! just besties!!), miscommunication, idiots in love, emotional slow burn, bucket list (a.k.a. the birds) - see read more for warnings & authors note

wordcount: 450k babbbbyyyy (on-going)

soundtrack: official | reader suggestions

start date: 2022.08.06

minors dni // originally posted to wattpad

warnings: reader has a fear of emotional intimacy and uses physical intimacy as a substitute, jungkook has a deep-rooted fear of rejection. lots of drinking, lots of cursing, lots of bad decisions (every chapter includes at least (1)), jk and the oc have different styles of communication (woo miscommunication!!), a lot of past relationship trauma on both sides, jungkook is the sweetest angel baby ever, jin is kinda evil, jimin is a shit shag (and you have to experience it not once but twice!)

smut warnings: oc is a lil bratty, both switchy but jaykay definitely leads <3, fingering, oral (m & f), ass play, a looooot of titty sucking, cock warming, vaginal sex, sex toys (m & f), every position ever created, jaykay has a huge cawk <3, filming, lots of showering together, thigh riding, 69, squirting, panty sniffing (and sucking !), mutual masturbation, motel sex, endless orgasms, like, idek what else to add but there's more!! they just fuck a lot!! not my fault!! blame the birds!!

note from holly: i heard bad decisions once, ONCE, and knew i had to write about whiney jaykay and how fucking him would be a bad decision, but then it spiralled and now im 370k words deep into a fic about origami birds, glitter, and the way jungkook thinks he'll die every time he gets horny. of everything I've ever written it's hands down my favourite set of characters. jungkook is good in a way that he isn't in literally any of my other fics. i think it's my most well-received fic over on wp and it's just v v special to me. i hope u enjoy it!

BAD DECISIONS

key: smut 💖 | holly's fave ✨ | reader fave* 🪩 | bird 🕊 | club 🍇 *as per my wp stats all chapters listed below are available on wp, and will eventually be linked here too.

BD #1 - Purple Starfuckers - 3.5k

🍇 | a disco ball walks into a bar...

BD #2 - Park Jimin - 3.2k

💖 | does it count if you don't finish?

BD #3 - Coffee - 2k

message request from justjk

BD #4 - The Gym - 4.1K

just wanted an excuse to write about gym rat jk tbh

BD #5 - The Bet - 6.6k

🍇🪩 | songs that remind you of the past, blissfully unaware you're laying the foundations of your future

BD #6 - Wishing - 6k

🍇| summer goes by in a technicolour haze

BD #7 - Sex With An Ex - 6k

✨| kim seokjin looks like an angel, loves like lucifer

BD #8 - Washi Tape - 8k

enter stage left: origami birds

BD #9 - White - 6k

✨🕊 | old, leering men at waterparks are gross. jungkook is not.

BD #10 - Blonde - 3.5k

in the wise words of maisie peters, there's nothing more frightening than a woman scorned and a box of bleach

BD #11 - Perry - 5.9k

🕊 | it's totally normal to shower with your friends

BD #12 - An Agreement -7.4k

💖🕊 | jungkook has to leave the room cause he gets way too hard (in a platonic way)

BD #13 - Work of Art - 11.8k

💖 🪩🕊 | you discover mirrors. jungkook discovers tits. learning is fun!

BD #14 - New Rules - 8k

💖 🪩🕊 | jungkook's got nice hands and he knows how to use them

TO BE UPLOADED

BD #15 - Paper Planes

BD #16 - Overindulging

BD #17 - Jeon Jungkook

BD #18 - Cake

BD #19 - Send To All

BD #20 - Park Jimin... Again

BD #21 - Doing The 'Right' Thing

BD #22 - Listening To Jimin

BD #23 - Cherry Picking

BD #24 - Resolutions

BD #25 - January

BD #26 - January, Still

BD #27 - Keeping Quiet

BD #28 - Avoidance

BD #29 - 'Daddy'

BD #30 - Evaluating The Meaning of 'Home'

BD #31 - The Photo Booth

BD #32 - Question...?

BD #33 - Boundaries (Or Lack Thereof)

BD #34 - Speed Dating

BD #35 - Saying 'Please'

BD #36 - Denial

BD #37 - Faking It

BD #38 - Delaying The Inevitable

BD #39 - Rooms

BD #40 - Spinning Bottles

BD #41 - Locked Doors

BD #42 - Hitting Where It Hurts

Wattpad | AO3

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on JJK chapter 267 (spoilers)

We're coming to the end of the manga 😭

But our girl has come back! After 150 chapters? Nobara enters the fight with the predictions everyone had about her coming true: she has an eyepatch now and she used Resonance on Sukuna's last finger.

Last December I made a meta post outlining every piece of information we had on the situation and how those come together to facilitate Nobara's return. So if you're confused about that, read the post to get a feel for the mechanics that are at play here before they get revealed in the next chapters.

It's so funny how you could instantly tell that Yuta is inside Gojo and vice versa 😂

We get new information that switching souls unlike possessions doesn't grant the user access to the memories of the host. The same is true for Rika ingesting body parts to use copy on others.

We get info on how Yuta's copy works and it's not as overpowered like that but how did Yuta use copy on Inumaki before he lost his arm? It could be that Yuta, as he said, made BV to limit his usage but it could also be that Yuta can use copy without cannibalism but his count is limited to 3 or 4 CT as Yuki told us once.

Using Rika to copy more CT after that might be why body parts are required now 🤔

It's cute how Ui Ui is just sleeping while leaning on Yuji.

Yessssss!

The thing why this works so late in the manga is that Nobara didn't have open story plots left over after getting "killed". Outside of meeting Saori (which will happen when she's alive) her character arc was complete which was why the setup of her death itself was the biggest reason why we didn't believe she died.

For Megumi this is another thing though. He's full of incomplete character development, open plot threads and set ups. And I'm not gonna lie it's making me nervous how Gege will resolve all of that.

Even Sukuna still has open stuff going on: what were his origins? Why did he look sad in Yorozu's flashback? Why did he decide to turn into 20 fingers?

The last chapter will be extra long so with that and the three other chapters there is enough space at least to tackle Sukuna and Megumi together, but man...

Is it just me or do others also think that Gege has enough material and support/fame to just... make Jujutsu Kaisen 2 when he wants to? Like straight up give the manga a Shibuya like ending with the merger wreaking havoc and then make a time jump to 2024 and start JJK even more Kaisen...

Resonance

It's not shown but Utahime and Gramps might have used their support again to increase Nobara's CE output.

Also why was it just now that she woke up? Did sth happen that triggered it or was it a double effort from those around her to get her out of her coma?

And what if they actually did switch training with Nobara? Nobody told Yuji of course but it could've happened to get a healer inside of her and to get her up to speed to what was happening right now so she could make an effort to properly wake up again

When Nobara uses Resonance Yuji has a tear in his eyes 😢

And it's another blink and you'll miss it panel but after Dismantle with Yuji's next punch Sukuna pukes out his fingers again! 4 or 5 are on the ground now

So they will defeat him by literally ripping him apart from Megumi until he's 20 fingers again.

The thing is Sukuna has consumed his old body too and it might not be possible to get that out of Megumi. Megumi will not only carry mental scars from this, as well as whatever the Bath might've done to him, but part of Sukuna's essence might very well stick with him until he dies.

But also this fingers puking out business very well guarantees that Sukuna won't die by the end of the manga... jjk2

What will happen to Tengen and the merger is another big mystery right now.

The three-fold visual of Sukuna getting hit by Resonance, Dismantle and then Black Flash is awesome and shows how Sukuna is at the end of his rope. As said at the end of the last chapter, this might've very well been the last Shinjuku chapter.

I can see next chapter starting with a Sukuna flashback that should (!) turn around until we land back with Megumi.

Overall an awesome comeback for Nobara with all our she's alive theories confirmed. Now the only things left are a deep dive into Sukuna and a Megumi resolution...

[yurislotusgarden]

Relationship hc's

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ This is just part 1 as I'm gonna write hc's like this for more characters

ʚїɞ word count: 1581

ʚїɞ why are hc's the longest thing I have written yet?

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader's gender is not specified in any way

ཐིཋྀ Our local clingy cockroach mf

ཐིཋྀ He always tries to be touching you

ཐིཋྀ Holding hands or pinkies, side hugs, back hugs (he won't miss a chance of burying his face into your hair, shoulder, or neck) <3

ཐིཋྀ Speaking of neck kisses. He loves them (both giving and receiving), especially if you jump at the feeling or are ticklish there

ཐིཋྀ Protective. Not to the point of it being overprotective but it’s very easy to see this man would die for you if he had to he very much has to stop himself from going back to his old ways when someone even tries to hurt you. Even worse if it’s done directly in front of him

ཐིཋྀ He’s possessive but not to a point where it’s overbearing or controlling. He just doesn’t wanna lose you

ཐིཋྀ If you work at the agency there's no peace for you :)

ཐིཋྀ He tries to get your attention by doing absolutely ANYTHING

ཐིཋྀ Man doesn't let you do paperwork. Stealing pens or the papers themselves, moving your chair randomly, and forget about ignoring his antics unless you wanna deal with his whining

ཐིཋྀ "I'm dying 'donna!" "I'm gonna die if I don't get it" <--- Dazai whining loudly while either lying down on the couch, floor, or on his desk

ཐིཋྀ "I'm working Osamu" <--- You, who’s been listening to that for the past 20 minutes

ཐིཋྀ You would be able to ignore him longer if the brunette didn't straight up pick you up from your seat and move you over to his desk to put you on his lap

ཐིཋྀ The whining stopping and him actually doing something can go from not waiting and picking you up, which would be like 2 minutes to like 20 minutes, to literally dragging you out of the agency.

ཐིཋྀ Good luck getting up from his lap or when cuddling because this man has a grip of steel

ཐིཋྀ If you don’t work at the agency and are a civilian, the agency would find out about you 2 being together… at some point

ཐིཋྀ You guys would wait a few months to see if the relationship has a chance of lasting and once yall are sure the other ain’t going anywhere not directed at Dazai I swear, Dazai would come up with some way to reveal it in a way that leaves the ada confused as hell and you 2 laughing

ཐིཋྀ It would be probably one out of these 3:

ཐིཋྀ The first option, randomly seeing you out in the city while he’s walking with someone and coming up to flirt with you in Dazai style TM

ཐིཋྀ He probably would do it while he’s out with Kunikida and Atsushi ;-;

ཐིཋྀ I swear Kunikida would get an aneurysm and Atsushi would change into a statue the moment they process your words

ཐིཋྀ Like the moment you say that you’re dating Dazai and aren’t some unfortunate soul who the brunette decided to flirt with, Kunikida is down on the sidewalk and Atsushi looks like someone told him he’s an alien so well the poor boy believed them

ཐིཋྀ The ada asked you if Dazai pays you or if you’re held hostage by Dazai because they can’t believe someone is willingly dating the bandage-wasting machine

ཐིཋྀ “Blink twice fast right now if you’re in danger” ←- definitely not Yosano

ཐིཋྀ “Hey!” ←- and totally not playfully offended Dazai

ཐིཋྀ The second option, updating personal/employee files (2 possibilities here)

ཐིཋྀ It really depends on how long was the relationship hidden, and whether yall are just dating or got goddamn married by the time either of those 2 possibilities (I am not putting getting married in secret past this guy)

ཐིཋྀ One possibility would be the emergency number

ཐིཋྀ Dazai getting hurt happens, and every time the injury is on the more serious side, Kunikida has to look if there’s an emergency contact in the files knowing Dazai has barely anything written on the paper, so imagine his shock upon seeing a number being actually written down

ཐིཋྀ When did Dazai do it? Poor Kunikida has no idea but it’s there now so he’s calling (he perfectly knows it can be another prank and the number may lead to a pizza place or something)

���ིཋྀ So you got called (Kunikida had to take a minute to realize Dazai’s got an actual emergency number now) and then came to the agency in a hurry, per Kunikida’s request

ཐིཋྀ They probably wouldn’t ask who you are to Dazai at first, after seeing you worried. But after that when Yosano told you his condition and you calmed down? Bombarded with questions. Dazai aint getting out of them either after waking up

ཐིཋྀ And the third option, Kunikida going through employee files and seeing Dazai has ‘married’ on the marital status-

ཐིཋྀ So here would be the typical “There’s no way *you* are married”. Dazai would, of course, act offended because “What do you mean no one would want to marry me Kunikida-kun?!” and would either show his ring and call you to come to the agency or only show his ring to others and leave them in mystery for some time

ཐིཋྀ Jesus, I went off track, this was meant to be relationship hcs (may write one of the 3 ideas tho)

ཐིཋྀ Anyway

ཐིཋྀ He’s so soft and careful with you because he thinks he will scare you away (he won’t) :(

ཐིཋྀ He WILL take you to Oda’s grave at one point, as well as tell you about his past, even if not everything, you still know more than most people

ཐིཋྀ If Dazai’s not at the agency when he’s supposed to and you want to find him? The best option is to look wherever his little ‘bella is! He’s most likely with you (read: clinging onto you like a koala)

ཐིཋྀ Wearing anything of his is an invitation to touch you in his eyes

ཐིཋྀ Whether he steals your clothes depends simply on whether they fit him (even if tight) or not

ཐིཋྀ PLEASE wear his clothes, and do domestic shit with him. He’s falling in love all over again every time. He literally melts inside

ཐིཋྀ I don’t think it depends on when you met dazai, you know Chuuya in some damn way. If you met while he was in the mafia then knowing Chuuya is obvious if talking about how, but after Dazai left the PM, it depends on whether you work at the agency or not

ཐིཋྀ If you’re a civilian, it was most likely a chance meeting, like while you and Dazai were out on a date, or randomly out of the apartment/house for like shopping or something

ཐིཋྀ If you work at the agency, really possible it was because of a mission

ཐིཋྀ Changing the topic, I wouldn’t let this guy into the kitchen let me tell you. Unless you want something to be on fire (he once burned water and it was the most confusing thing you have ever seen. You both still just don’t know how he managed to achieve that but you never again let him cook when you’re not in the kitchen for even a minute)

ཐིཋྀ Use his shampoo and/or body wash and then proceed to wear anything of his, I dare you. You will have a Dazai-looking puddle on the floor the minute he realizes what you did

ཐིཋྀ I was about to write jealousy hcs but with how many ideas I have on that topic, I will just write another post for that

ཐིཋྀ Remember his look from Dead Apple? He saved that suit and that’s how he looks on some of the dates -the ones paid for with Kunikida’s money-

ཐིཋྀ On the other hand, most dates etc. are really casual and cute. A picnic in a more isolated place, sitting there until the stars come out, mini dates to cafes, library, arcade, or even just a peaceful walk around, during the day and at night under the night sky

ཐིཋྀ Yes, he buys you flowers, there’s no schedule whatsoever, so you can never fully predict when he is going to have a bouquet in his hands or not when visiting

ཐིཋྀ If you’re a foreigner, he’s so learning your mother tongue to some degree (depends how hard it is but probably will end up quite fluent in it after some time)

ཐིཋྀ He can shit-talk people even more with that, and he wants to flirt with you in your own language at one point

ཐིཋྀ“You’re so pretty ‘samu”

“‘bella, Japanese or another language I can understand please”

“But I like this more than a normal conversation tho”

“...I’m pretty sure you just disagreed”

“Maybe I did, pretty boy”

“I’m confused. You are either cussing me out or complimenting me.”

“And you shall stay in mystery forever.”

“‘donna!”

ཐིཋྀ ^ One of the convos yall had before he started learning (if it’s a language he doesn’t already know)

ཐིཋྀ You wanted to confuse him to have tease material for later

ཐིཋྀ You succeeded

ཐིཋྀ I hc that he and Chuuya learned different languages from Kouyou for work so get ready to be flirted with in a language you don’t understand most likely

ཐིཋྀ Kisses are either really damn soft that make you melt or are greedy ones that make you want more. No in-between with this mf

He very much uses the needy kisses to tease and/or frustrate you

ཐིཋྀ He loves you I swear, you will never notice just how much he does. When he says you are his reason as to why he’s still alive he very much means that :(

ཐིཋྀ Speaking of, the suicide attempts get rarer with the passing days. They happen, but not as much anymore <3

Notes, comments, reblogs are greatly appreciated &lt;3

[catofoldstones]

The Ashford Theory and my patience running thin

Welcome, welcome my guys, gals and non-binary pals, to another scream into the void that the Ashford theory is, in fact, very jonsa

On to the arguments!

1. The suitor has to have the correct last name, not family, look at Joffrey Baratheon, you stupid jonsa

Hypothesis - the suitor has to have the corresponding name, not family, and because Jon is a Snow he’s out of the running. The other prong is fAegon who is actually a Blackfyre and not Targeryen, who can also be the suitor.

Thesis - Joffrey is the only other suitor to have a different name. Joffrey and Jon have also been set up as foils from the start of AGOT. Joffrey is a bastard masquerading as the rightful king and Jon is the rightful king (thrice crowned) masquerading as a bastard. It makes sense that they are the only two suitors to have the wrong name as this establishes them as inverses in another way. The last suitor being the foil of the horrible first suitor thereby showing character growth, and plot progression and resolution? Count me in.

As for Young Griff being a Blackfyre, here’s a meta or two, maybe even an argument, for him being the real Aegon VI Targaryen but take my personal fav evidences of Tyrion figuring out that Young Griff is Aegon VI Targaryen and then, Varys literally telling a dying Kevan Lannister about the true Targaryen prince and why would you lie to a dying man? How does that serve your purpose?

This is literally grrm telling us who Young Griff actually is, though this does not count him I out of the contenders, it reduces the weight of him being the fifth suitor, due to story arcs and well, his doomed fate.

Conclusion - While Aegon VI is a strong contender, there is much, much more literary weight and nuance with Jon being the Targaryen suitor.

2. Lady Ashford was not crowned the Queen of Love and Beauty by any champion!!! Take that jonsas

Hypothesis - tQoLaB is a title analogous to a betrothal/love interest

Thesis - there have been no allusions to the title of tQoLaB while trying to foreshadow a relationship, except for a really, really bad one (r + l) that plunged the whole realm into a civil war and we should not take that as a good sign

Conclusion - we’re grasping at straws here besties

3. Dunk disrupted the Ashford Tourney, therefore Sxndxr will disrupt Sansa’s prospects and other things

Hypothesis - Dunk & Sxndxr are are analogous and since there was no conclusion to the Tourney we can safely assume that it’s sxnsxn foreshadowing

Thesis - Brienne is the Dunk asoiaf corollary, not Sxndxr. Brienne is theorized to be Dunk’s descendant. She even has her shield painted like Dunk’s, apart from their striking character parallels and being a true foil to all the other knights in the story. Mr. Gravedigger is just tall :/

“Your door reminded me of an old shield I once saw in my father’s armory.”

Brienne II, AFFC

Brienne has Dunk’s shield in her family home possibly because she’s a descendant of Dunk but then goes ahead and gets her shield painted exactly like this one

“[The painted shield] was more a picture than a proper coat of arms, and the sight of it took her back through the long years, to the cool dark of her father’s armory. She remembered how she’d run her fingertips across the cracked and fading paint, over the green leaves of the tree, and along the path of the falling star.”

Brienne II, AFFC

Secondly, just because the tourney did not have a (satisfactory) conclusion does not mean that the tourney did not exist to serve a purpose. I doubt grrm would likely give out his whole story as early as 1998.

Conclusion - BRIENSA 4eva!!!!!

4. Valarr Targaryen died of a sickness and Aegon VI is doomed to die and is connected to a sickness, are you looking at the nerves popping out of my thick, brainy skull

Thesis - the fifth suitor is 100% Aegon and there’s no one else

Hypothesis - there is a Targaryen.. currently dead.. in the books… (thnk u @istumpysk for ur galaxy brain). The plague in the story serves to connects Aegon more to Dany than to a northern girl he doesn’t know about and might not like since she’s a Stark and his mother is Elia Martell.

Conclusion - jonsa

5. This is all a coincidence & u jonsas are reaching as always

Hypothesis - though george is known to tie every deep end, every crack theory, even farfetched ones that the readers have not caught, this one thing completely skipped his notice because exceptions are always there

Thesis - yes, because this is acotar & not asoiaf and he’s not grrm, i am

Conclusion - JONSAAAAAAAAAAAA

[lqtraintracks]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @maesterchill @danpuff-ao3 and @nv-md for the tag! <333

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

314

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,295,054

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter is the big one. I've also written some Captive Prince, Locked Tomb, and one Call Me By Your Name fic

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Right Hand Red; Hung Like a Horntail; Slip Into My Lover's Hands; Weeds or Wildflowers (written with the very talented @unmistakablyoatmeal); and check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try. I'm seriously behind. The truth is, I'll never get around to replying to them all. I will someday die with a thousand unanswered comments. But I do try. And I read each and every one and they touch my heart. I'm so very grateful for all the wonderful comments I've received and continue to receive!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oof. I hardly ever end things badly. But there was one wee ficlet; lemme go hunt it down. (*plays elevator music*) Ah, here it is: Not-Forever Is Still Forever. It's not MCD or anything. Draco just leaves for Argentina for two years. *shrug emoji* But I like to think I've gotten pretty good at baking some realistic angst into the middle of things, if not writing angty endings. I prefer it that way.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them except for Burning the Ground, which is an open ending. I'll be honest, I don't like the word fluff. I'm never trying to write fluff, which, to me, denotes a level of uncomplicated sweetness. Maybe others define it differently. But I don't think happy endings are necessarily fluffy. I want my happy endings to put tears in your eyes, to move you. I want to evoke different things with different sorts of happiness for different phases of life. RHR's ending is about a feeling of freedom mostly, of getting to face the next part of their lives without dread. Take You Home has a similar vibe but with them a bit older; they've experienced the painful and mundane disappointments you have to weather in this life that have nothing to do with fighting a dark wizard and everything to do with existential questions about who we are, how we go on, what do you do when it doesn't work out, when you've changed and you don't know who you are anymore. I loved ending it with all their friends, at a march for trans rights. Heart Like Neon has an ending that makes *me* the most happy. I modeled it after an episode of Grey's Anatomy where you find out at the end of the ep that two important characters got married. The whole ep, none of their friends know, then at the end they play 'Bones' by Josh Record, and you go back in time by a few weeks and you see it. When I wrote the end of HLN, I had that song playing in my head from the end of the party at the Weasley's, to jumping three months earlier, to Harry and Draco in Paris. That's a pretty goddamned happy ending. It makes me cry. <3 (Also the art that @bluebutter-art made for it makes me bawl happy tears!!!)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I was going to say hardly ever but then I *just* got some last week! LOL. Still, I'm very lucky that it's not even once in a blue moon. That stuff is so arbitrary too. I'm going to quote my good friend @elrhiarhodan: People... they're fuckin nuts. :D

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

LOL yes. A lot of different kinds? I want to try a little of everything as a writer.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. I mean, I probably have a couple times over the course of my literal decades in some fandom or other, but they're not worth noting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several, and into multiple languages. I think that's so cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Definitely! In HP I've written with sdk, @the-starryknight and @nv-md, plus I once did a wild round robin with a big group of people. I'm not good at round robins, I've realized. Too much of a control freak.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Drarry, totally. But right up there is Harry/Teddy and Harry/Teddy/Draco. Then Ginny/Pansy, Charlie/Teddy, James Sirius/Albus Severus (with Teddy too sometimes). In CaPri, I love Damen/Laurent, but @linecrosser had totally made me ship when Damen lends Laurent out to Nikandros for a threesome and also Auguste/Laurent. I also hardcore ship my own original characters from my novel. <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't do WiPs really.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oof, this is tough. Pacing? Interpersonal relationships? Smut, for sure. LOL. I think I do well writing things that are transgressive or maybe even filthy with a lot of tenderness and compassion and deep, deep love mixed in. And I think I'm getting really good at making people cry when I want them to. Readers, that is. :D

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Convoluted plots. Can't do them. I wish I could. I can't write a mystery to save my life. I'm also pretty bad at heavy angst. I also wish I could write something nonlinear, but my brain just doesn't work that way.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's interesting that this is a question because it's meaningful to me not because of fic but because of my novel. I have a Spanish-speaking character, fluent in English, but sometimes he says things in Spanish. I'm very VERY lucky that @capiturecs read my novel both as a sensitivity reader for Latinx/Latine/Latino aspects but also to correct my Spanish and make it realistic and conversational! I'll be forever grateful! I also now really REALLY want to learn Spanish! <3

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sorry, I don't share this publicly.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh this is mean. This is cruel. I can't possibly answer this! RHR has got to be in there. Heart Like Neon. Blood and Fire. Phoenix in the Fire. Take You Home. Wonderful Electric (cover me in you). A Pain of Our Choosing. My Name in Your Mouth. Bloom. collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart. I'll stop there!

Okay, this was fun! I'll tag @corvuscrowned @ruinsplume @floydig @sweet-s0rr0w @lettersbyelise @magpiefngrl @skeptiquewrites and Elr! <3

[hua-fei-hua]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @justpastsaturn~!! man it's been a while since i've partaken in something like this lol

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

63! 64 if you count the random anon one i don't technically write but for which i do overly-elaborate html for a friend. and um. a lot more if we want to also count each chapter of the single-ship ficlet collection works i have as a separate work ehe.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

heh. 772,261 words since june 2016. C:<

3. what fandoms do you write for?

these days just genshin, but in the past i did jjk, bnha, soul eater, flip flappers, and attack on titan. a number of years ago i also had a fma fic up on ffn, but i deleted it and never ported it to ao3. should still be on my google drive, though.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

//HEAVY SIGH.

sparklers (BnHA), 939 kudos

Orchid in Bloom (BnHA), 476 kudos

the diner at the end of the night (JJK), 474 kudos

Fermata (BnHA), 413 kudos

Veneer (BnHA), 368 kudos

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i do!!! mostly it's bc i have can't-shut-up disease, but through the years, i've also found it to be a really good community-building exercise!!!! i'm not the type of person to get involved in fandom discord servers, so i've come to really treasure the friendly environment the comments section of a wip can foster, as well as the friends i've made because of it~

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i am actually a hardcore happy-ending person myself, so pretty much all of them end with some sense of hope. there's a kagerou days au i wrote for bnha back in the day, though, so i guess time looping to die for one another infinitely counts here.

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

tbh i have a hard time quantifying the happiness of all the different endings i've written, esp since it's been years since i've written simple self-indulgent "and then they all lived happily ever after the end" kinds of endings ahahaha,,,

8. do you get hate on fics?

no but someone impersonating me left a hate comment in my name on a fe3h byleth hannibal au back in may 2021. that was crazy i hope ao3 user dikhotomia is living their best life writing whatever the fuck they want after that incident.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i wrote exactly one (1) explicit fic which was literally just a 16k word sex scene bc the logical endpoint to xiao genshinimpact's character arc is that he needs to get fucked. i don't make the rules. outside of studying blorbo, though, i don't really feel any compulsion to write smut

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

nah. i'll write fusion aus, where cast a goes into setting b and may or may not try to retell the story of canon b, but i like to put the "transformative" into "transformative works" in those situations, to the point where people sometimes can't tell what story i'm basing the narrative off of LOL

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my memory or knowledge, no.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, several times!! mostly back in my bnha days, where i had one fic (partially) translated into chinese and russian, a different fic reviewed and fully translated into chinese; going even farther back, i also once had a query to translate one of my snk fics into french, but i never really heard back from that person so i assume that one fell through.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

i'd say yes. there's the aforementioned fic i do the overly-elaborate html for, but also back in high school, a couple friends n i sat around my computer between rounds at a speech tournament and took turns turning one of my kouhai's scripts into a bnha fic that kept on going off the rails bc i implemented a "no backspacing" rule and once our turn typing was over, we had to have our hands-off the computer until it was our turn again.

14. what's your all-time favorite ship?

let's just cut to the chase and make this post timeless: i like it when a ship is basically just MONSTER x MONSTER FUCKER. if not on a literal level, then a spiritual/metaphorical level! bonus points if both parties think the other person is the monster fucker!!!!

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

well i actually recently decided to let go of zenith, so i don't really have any "i wish i could finish this" thoughts abt it anymore tbh... i think abt finishing my html sanitizer 2.0 so that i can post the notes for it more conveniently though lol

16. what are your writing strengths?

heh. bitches love my characterization. and imagery/use of metaphor!

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

SOMEONE will probably snipe me if i say poetry, but i still find my poems to be rather stiff and overly-literal, so i still consider poetry to be a weakness of mine. and fight scenes. DEFINITELY #1 weakness fight scenes.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

for a word here or two there, i don't mind as long as it's culturally appropriate. (you will pry my dearly beloved "aiya" out of my cold dead hands) like that's just how people talk in real life. for longer sentences or conversations, then i'd like it if there are translation notes left somewhere. at the very least, i'd kind of like a narrative or aesthetic reason if the meaning can't be parsed from context alone.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

pokemon, if we're counting my being five years old and unaware of what fanfiction is! otherwise, attack on titan or my little pony.

20. favorite fic you've written?

tbh i try not to play favorites w/my fics anymore, since if a darling of mine doesn't get the attention i think it deserves, i end up having a tough time getting over it emotionally, which has sometimes led to unnecessary bitterness and resentment towards the fic or even fandom/community itself.

tagging~ @kanonavi, @cadriona, @tempests-bards-and-birds, @followerofmercy, @chickycherrycola, and anyone else who might feel like it hehe

[died-but-not-dead-propaganda]

Dave Miller Propaganda

ok i love this mf a lot so i'm gonna talk abt him a bit

his mentor [henry] literally studied immortality, undeath and souls and carried out multiple experiments on him

if you're familiar with fnaf lore and springlocks, basically dave suffered a springlock failure deliberately caused by henry. dave died in the suit on stage, but he repossessed his own corpse due to his devotion to henry being so powerful.

henry causes him to die over and over to get him to prove his devotion and to study him, even doing experiments and removing his organs. he came back to life every time.

he becomes a walking corpse and yet still continues to live and act like a normal human being [more or less]

between game 2 and 3 dave gets springlocked once again and possesses his suit [similar to springtrap] and once again continues to live

this game is so well written for a series that started as a joke, dsaf 3 has amazing lore and honestly i like it more than fnaf. dave is the best example of this trope that i can think of, if he doesn't make it in i may actually cry /j

and i hope i've convinced you to check out this series if you didn't already know about it, that would be very cool of you

!!SPOILERS FOR DSAF AGAIN!!

man got in a springlock failure 🤕 (char #2: electric boogaloo) but he POSSESSED HIS OWN BODY AGAIN OUT OF THE SHEER WILL TO LIVE. he is alive simply because he wants to be. paraphrasing the creator of dsaf, 'dave & jack are opposites & compliment each other perfectly, as dave is alive out of pure determination, & jack is alive against his will, like perseverance or something' (i apologize for bad paraphrasing)

anyway its implied that dave had multiple other springlock failures (& perhaps died in more ways? mans done some crazy things...) & continues to possess his dead body again & again. of course, as the PURPLE GUY😨 he gets springlocked for a final time as davetrap & continues to live as that nasty thing. then, finally, he dies for a final time depending on the ending.

bro has died countless times he is the king of dying /j

dying and coming back to life repeatedly are his entire gimmick. he's done this about three times by now, not sure how to count glitchtrap and burntrap both existing at once.

he always comes back (i wish he would just stay dead)

He just keeps on dying but not dying. Literally any character from dead could be entered here lol. Especially Elizabeth

[aciddaffodil]

Summer 2024- What I Dropped

Wistoria : Wand and Sword

I was so here for this anime; the animation is stellar and magic society interesting. A very simple concept of MC wanting to be with his childhood friend but doesn't have a lick of magic. Cool- until there's no likeable characters and it just feels like its showing off flashy sakuga fight scenes. Not to mention the fucking fantasy racism with the dwarves which is just...gross? Who knows, I may binge the rest of it once its fully out? I definitely want to try watching it again.

No Longer Allowed to Live in This World

A Dazai-like Sensei character does not successfully die by double suicide with his beloved and is reincarnated into a fantasy world. He constantly uses his power of negativity and absorbing sleeping pills/poisons as his ability against monsters. Everyone fawns over him, and he can offer some good advice...on occasion. I just didn't see the point to keep watching it and dropped it after 5 episodes.

Failure Frame

The Isekai(?) Overpowered MC who is dark and edgy and wants to cause ruin upon the Goddess who brought him to this fantasy world, and most of his classmates who abandoned him to die as a "low" ranker with skills that cause harm. What bothered me most was 1) the 3D CG shots just don't blend and make all the monsters look awful and its BLAUGH and 2) having to hear about men npc's wanting to rape a female npc character just is annoying and gross.

Plus-Sized Elf

I think the only thing noteworthy is all the workout advice in it- of which I won't retain anything of it and the plus-sized fanservice exists. I personally just didn't want to waste my time with it anymore even though the episodes are short.

2.5-Dimensional Seduction

It was a cute nerdy experience of them first meeting but honestly, I did not vibe with this show. I'm sure this show is enjoyable, as people have compared it to Dress Up Darling and like it.

The Ossan Newbie Adventurer, Trained to Death by the Most Powerful Party, Became Invincible

I gave this like 5 episodes? But finding out the dude is actually super over-powered and not just trained to death...was disappointing. For a trashy fantasy series, it was pretty good and fun to watch. I just have a habit of rage quitting if something frustrates me or if you listen to how cheesy and horrendous this opening is, that will do it as well lmao. Rick and Raenette's friendship is really sweet. I think him having the same dream as these S-tier adventurers is cool and I do hope they achieve their goals by the end of the series.

Why Does Nobody Remember Me in This World?

I attempted to watch this 3 times, but it kept putting me to sleep so I dropped it.

Narenare Cheer for You

The only P.A. Works anime I've ever dropped. It was because of how irritating the line art is in color and how ALL the outlines of literally everything is in color. And when it comes to specific scenes, it gets muddled and that's why I couldn't stomach it past 2 episodes. I'm sure it's a cute cheerleading anime but the style of it was awful to me personally. WHY CAN"T THERE BE CRISP OUTLINES WHYYYYYYY.

Tasuketsu- Fate of the Majority

Ah yes, death games premise and where deaths aren't permanent cause you can ask a question and have loopholes which take away from the emotional impacts some character deaths have. I.e., the protagonist's best friend who came to life again with no reasoning behind it. The rules are so dumb but the power system interesting, I just didn't care to keep watching.

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It is frankly terrifying how much anime I'm keeping up with this season...my count is at 26 and even the most mediocre I have brainwashed myself to not give up on cause they all have some sort of redeeming factor. CURSES.

[bi-fiend]

Hey! I’ve never watched an anime series apart from Avatar stuff, if that counts. Do you have an anime series to recommend? I strongly prefer dubs over subs, and I like fantasy. Thanks !

Might I suggest delicious in dungeon? It's about a dnd party cooking and eating monsters in a dungeon, as they save their leader's sister from a red dragon's stomach before it digests her. it is on Netflix!

Below are some more anime recs with short summaries and where to watch them, keep in mind I'm shit at summaries ↓↓↓

Mob Psycho 100: middle school student, shigeo kageyama just wants to live a normal life, Despite his psychic powers. He is taken advantage of for said powers by a con man pretending to be a psychic, reigen arataka. He runs a business called Spirits and Such, where he (mostly mob) (that's shigeo's nickname) exorcises spirits bothering his clientele. Mob's powers are also a good metaphor for autism, I think it's canon that mob's autistic? Anyway, it's fuckin' fantastic. I love this. And I love mob?? Forever and platonically?? It's on Netflix, Hulu and Crunchyroll (season 1 is free but 2 & 3 need a premium subscription)

Sk8 The Infinity: high school student Reki introduces his new friend Langa to skateboarding, and. I can't recommend you watch this enoughm despite the simple premise I gave, it's fucking fantastic! I can't put these feelings into words!Please! It is free on Crunchyroll with ads, but the dubs after episode 3 require Crunchyroll premium.

Bocchi the Rock!: and here I thought mob was literally me! Hitori wants to be in a band, because in the words of the band that inspired her, a band is where an introvert can shine! She spent her days practicing and pouring her soul into the guitar, practicing to be ready to perform at her middle school's culture festival! But, well, in her own words,

"I practiced six hours every day, so I could learn how to play in front of people... The result? Middle school ended and I never played a single note for them! I never performed once... at the culture festival! I never put together... the members for a band! And I never made a single friend... In three whole years! Now, in high school... I gotta form a band or die trying! But, despite my vow, it's been a whole month since high school started, and yet my heart remains grounded in the guitar, little better than a shut in..."

Sasaki To Miyano:

Anyway, she joins a band and that's all I'm gonna say because thisssss is getting too long. She has social anxiety! Jus like me! And she has my exact fear for the future. it made me cry tears of deep unfocused fear and misery. It's free on Crunchyroll with ads, but there's no dub. But! But! I promise you it's worth a watch! The animation is great, the voice acting is great, the humor is great, the characters are great, the story inspires me to get my shit together (thus great), and the SONGS? OUGGGHHH DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE SONGS. THSI ANIME SINGLEHANDEDLY MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I LOVED MUSIC. IVE CRIED AT SOME OF THE SONGS FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER. EVEn if you don't watch the anime, at least listen to the soundtrack! try Rock'n roll, Morning Light Falls On You! It's crack cocaine in song form! Thank you for coming to my ted talk!

oohhhhhhgodherewego

Alright first things first, this shits adorable. Understatement! High school student Miyano befriends this guy Sasaki, and he gets interested in the bl manga that miya reads, and he borrows one. Much to Miyano's surprise, he loved it! ohhhhhgod i can feel the hyperfixation taking hold once again over time, they start to fall in love. Yeah, it's BL!!!! Fuxk! I love yaoi! I love life! The world hath gained colour! Funny part is, uh.miya's straight. He contemplates things on front of his bookshelf of BL manga. Taking a line from a summary I saw on YouTube, reading bl manga everyday and having an entire bookshelf of bl manga, while saying "yeah I'm straight!" Is a special kind of in the closet. Anyway fuckkkkkkkkkkkki love thsi series soooooososososososoo much. I have RAMMED MY HEAD INTO A WALL BECAUSE OF THIS. I HAVE PACED THE LIVING ROOM LISTENING TO THE SOUNDTRACK LIKE RETIRED MIDDLE AGED DETECTIVE GOING THROUGH A DIVORCE HAUNTED BY A COLD CASE HE JUST CANT CRACK BECAUSE OF THIS. granted that was me going delirious with hungerSASAMIYA IS MY REASON TO LIVE. anyway it is unfortunately exclusively on Crunchyroll for a premium subscription, but you can READ it! Yeah its 10 volumes are online to read! for free! call your dentist, you will gain cavities! but I do hear the dub is phenomenal!

Sorry for yappin', and happy viewing if you decide to watch any of these! Can you tell sasamiya and bocchi are my faves?

[bioticbooty]

20 Fanfic Questions

Tagged by @swaps55. Thank you!

Tagging @cr-noble-writes, @theoriginalladya, @ad-astra13 and anyone else who feels so inclined!

How many works do you have on AO3?

9

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

233,7802

This doesn't include WIP wordcounts which are so much higher

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mass Effect primarily. A little Dragon Age from time to time (mostly one shots). I have a Fable III WIP and Stargate Atlantis fic that's only on ffnet (and I refuse to go back to ffnet it's become a trash fire).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Crosshairs - Mass Effect 1 slow burn shenko. (This version will be abandoned as I've been doing The Great Rewrite because the characters and my Shepard have evolved over the years, but I like having the old version up for comparison.)

Lightning - Mass Effect 1 fshenko smut with a wild card Shepard who would blow up a small moon if she was asked to fix a microwave

No Strings Attached - Pre-Mass Effect 1 fsehnko fluff and smut, which started as smutty prompt (what if Kaidan and Shepard had a one night stand on shore leave before ME1) and turned into this Whole Big Thing

Brace for Impact - Mass Effect 3 AU where Olivia Shepard is not an Alliance Marine because Mindoir was never raided so she never lost her family. And yet, fshenko because love always finds a way.

Sine Qua Non - Mass Effect/Pacific Rim crossover with fshenko, Kaidan and Shepard have a service history and then end up on the same Jaegar class fighter in the drift together.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Sometimes it takes a while, but I always respond to everyone before I post a new chapter because I want everyone who took the time to write me something that I really appreciate their words!! I also do it because I miss the old days of fandom community where comments flew around left and right, and I want to encourage that in my own little corner as best I can.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Color the Sky - The Blitz, Shepard is on shore leave with her partner when the slavers attack. This is the story that cements the belief that she's better off alone because the people who get close to her die.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't think anyone is happier in a finished fic of mine than Alexis Shepard and Kaidan in No Strings Attached when the finally find each other again after having pined after the other for literal years.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Only once, and it was transphobic garbage. "It's clunky and bad for reading to use these wierd fake pronouns introduced to make people feel better about themselves." I told them no one was holding a gun to their head forcing them to read the story and then locked the comment thread, because comment section battles with people who are already coming at it from a place of not actually wanting to understand is a waste of my time.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

Sometimes, not that often anymore, and part of that is I can never just write smut without their being fluff and emotions and connection (see above: No Strings Attached turning into a 20k+ fic for a one night stand smut prompt). Part of this is because I am ace as fuck and the desire to have sex with people every second of the day because they're hot or whatever is just so utterly foreign to me. It has to feel right in the story. And if I'm gonna write just a smut story, you can bet there are thousands of words of background lore I wrote to make the smut happen on the page.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Very few. I think the only published one is the Mass Effect/Pacific Rim crossover. So by default, that one!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

None translated.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Once, with some friends over a decade ago (on ffnet). It was fun but also stressful, and I probably won't do it again. It really has to be the right people, and this group I did that project with was a good group and also very kind and generous in giving over the reigns to each other. But I've also grown more stubborn as I've gotten older. It can work, but unlikely I'll ever do it again.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Shepard and Kaidan, to the surprise of no one.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I would like to finish Never Surrender, my Stargate Atlantis WIP that is partially published. Part of that will involve migrating it over to AO3. I'm so enmeshed in Mass Effect and The Great Rewrite that I don't know that I have time for that WIP right now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and combat.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Bridging scenes together. I get way too in my head about it, especially when characters are just sitting in silence for a moment.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I would love to do this and maybe could do it in a rusty, limited capacity with French, but it has been ages since I've spoken it in any useful capacity.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek Voyager. I've long since lost this story, but it was writing a bisexual and (though I didn't have the words for it at the time) asexual Seven of Nine.

Listen, I don't wanna say I was prophetic but have you watched Picard? Case settled.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Choosing is hard!!!! Also I have so much unfinished, unpublished stuff that is my favorite but sticking to things that are published out there on AO3, it would be No Strings Attached. Shepard and Kaidan find unexpected happiness, then pine for a couple years because they were trying to pretend they weren't in love, and then the find each other again on the Normandy. They're nerdy dorks. They get to be the lighter versions of themselves and let go of expectations for a few days with each other and be a little reckless (and deeply, unapologetically romantic).

I also wrote that story in like 6 days while high off my ass on cold and flu medicine with a raging fever of like 102.

[jeweljessec]

Some pros and cons of Fallout 76 I personally feel after playing roughly 60 hours (and counting) in no particular order

Pros:

- the weapons are fun! I love the instrument melee picks and I hope to see more goofy weapons

- not being able to pause changed up my playstyle a bit- it was easy to use Apex as a format of putting aid and weapons to hotkeys, and made me finally use the favorites feature in Fo4, which makes things a little easier

- the map is stunning. I love getting lost in Appalachia’s forests and just… exploring things. There’s still that wonderful environmental storytelling everywhere, made even more quirky with Literal Mothman and the weirdest mutated creatures I’ve ever seen (though to be fair, I’ve only played 4 mostly, and I am making my way through Vegas and 3)

- but seriously. Frogs??? Giant bees?? I love it

- there’s still people alive and kicking, and it’s nice to have random new events and new content

-I love the new options to make tea and interesting new recipes

-having the game be default survival but not Hard scratches the itch I like from having characters have basic needs while not being punishing

-there is an option to attack other players, but I’ve only met nice players so far! There’s also a system to punish aggressive pvp players

- The Survivor Stories I’ve found from dead NPCs have genuinely made me emotional. My heartstrings are being played like a fiddle! In a good way.

-I really liked building in 4 and I’m glad they brought it back!!

-I like the radio host!! She’s sassy and sweet and enjoyable to listen to. I hope they give her many more lines and songs in the future than what she has now. And I hope we get to meet her!!

- the diseases are an interesting bit of worldbuilding and make my character feel more human like everyone else

Cons

- The Scorchbeast. Hhh

- no seriously. You know how in Skyrim how dragons generally scaled with the area difficulty? And you had tools to easily combat them?

- picture that but…. like if a level 50 dragon could just roll up on your level 15 dragonborn at any time. And also brings a horde of Dragur with it

- I Do Not Like The Scorchbeast :(

- the lag…..

-It’s to be determined if Vegas or 76 randomly crashes more, but so far 76 is winning

- especially just…. trying to log in. It doesn’t crash, it just stays in lovely Betheseda Stasis 70% of the time trying to enter the game

- the small loss of loot when you die is barely annoying enough where the feature feels kinda… unnecessary?

- Some items expire over time that aren’t food, like government supply requests, and I don’t know if they ever tell you this.

- paying caps to fast travel isn’t… bad tight now, but I could see it being an issue in the future as costs go up the farther you need to go. Why? Who are the caps being paid to?? At least have some lore reason behind it :(

- 76 isn’t intended to be played as single player and it shows… but man do I miss having companions traveling with me.

- The NPCs aren’t terribly shallow, but also… I’m not super attached to any of them either except for the radio host and maybe the Overseer. I like them! But it just feels like Bethesda put them there exclusively to give something to do with ur fallout buddies for some reason, with not much depth behind it. Bethseda, I like your storytelling too, not just aesthetics

- I hope bundles and stuff return to the Atom shop eventually and aren’t just… gone forever once the timer runs out…

Part 2 eventually maybe? Who knows!

Would I recommend the game overall? If you have a buddy to play with or just like environmental storytelling more than anything else, sure! It’s pretty solid imo, and isn’t nearly as bad as what I heard about it at launch

[khoicesbyk]

Revenge.

A/N: This AU is a mashup of chapters from the new…ish book First Comes Love

Book: First Comes Love

A/N 2: This book was cute until the LI got on my nerves. He's fine as all get out but oblivious as shit. So what happens when you decide to play his game? Read and find out!

A/N 3: In this series, you are the MC. So you get to experience all the emotional damage that comes along. Have fun!

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Blake Marshall (LI) and Reader (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,600 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 2.) The One For Me.

Alexa play SWV's “You're The One.”

Because that's how I feel about Y/N. I've known for years that she's been in love with me. It's literally written in her eyes. It's in that beautiful smile. And well…I’ve always felt the same way about her. How can I not? 

We've known each other since that day we met on the quad. She smiled at me and my knees could've damn near buckled. She was always active in everything she set her mind to. Starting the school’s only Majorette squad (I swear I wanted to die every time I watched her practice), running for and winning SGA President, getting the school to offer African American Studies, establishing our school’s Black Student Council, the list goes on and on. 

She's also always been there for me. Whenever I needed her she was there. Whether I needed a study partner, a sounding board, or someone to hold my hand as I pledged Kappa. I still have a picture of her sleeping in my jacket. 

Red and white looks good on her. Everything looks good on her. Especially me. I always loved it when she would fall asleep on my chest back in school. Even after we graduated it's always been us. She's always been there. She's my girl without actually being my girl, you know? 

So why is she trying me? Why is she with Stars…Moon…Sun, whatever his name is? Better yet why did I watch her fuck him? Why did I like watching her fuck him?

Fuck! How did I get here? 

She's always been mine. Always. Sure she's had her exes none worse than Derek but deep down, that's my girl. So why is she acting so weird? I don't understand. Why would she be about him when she's always been about me?

If she's mad about Becky being on the trip, I'm sorry. I know I should've told her about her. I tell her everything. Well, almost everything. I just didn't think it would be a problem. Until he showed up. Then it became a problem. I can't stand it. 

Watching him have his hands all over her. Touching her in ways I have only dreamed of. Kissing her, kissing on her. I've only kissed her once. It was only because some guy was harassing her at a bar we were at and she needed a way to get him off her ass. Her lips were soft, I didn't want to stop.

What the fuck does he have that I don’t have anyway?

He's 5’11, I'm 6’3.

He had some tone but I have muscle.

He had swag (very little), but I am a man.

I’m perfect for (Y/N) and the fact that she refuses to see it boils my fucking blood.

Sure, I’m dating Rebecca.  She’s nice and all…most of the time.

But (Y/N), she makes me happy.  I have wasted so much time being with the wrong person.

I don’t want Bad Girls Club, drama or a woman who doesn’t know herself.

I want Sunday dinners, trips to other places, and…everything with this special someone.

How do I get to that place? How?

Then there's the fact, Stars is not her fucking type. He's a gym bro who's a fire Marshal. So he rescues puppies and kittens from burning buildings. Big deal. And also, they have nothing in common. 

Whereas she and I have bared our souls to each other. I have cooked for her more times than I can count. The things she hates, I love. And the things I hate she loves. We're in sync. I've seen her at her worst. I was there to help her pick up the pieces of her broken heart. 

But ever since she got here it's been weird between us. And then he comes along and all of a sudden she acts like I don't exist in her life. Playing with her hair around him, biting her bottom lip, that small smile. That's all meant for me. Not him. 

Y/N is a catch. She's beautiful. Any man would be lucky to call her theirs. And by any man I mean me. I'm the only one for her. She knows this. And yet I have to watch her spend time with him. 

It's driving me fucking crazy! 

I know I can't stifle her, I mean I could but I want her to explore. Find out who she is on her own. Even though I already know who my girl is. 

Which is why I put up with her exes. Most of them were okay at best but they never really knew her. Not like I do. And let's also be clear, none of them were me. I'm the one she wants. Then there was Derek. Man, I wanted him dead. 

I knew Derek would be nothing but trouble from the moment they met but I didn't think it would be that bad. Not until he cheated on her and worse tried to put his hands on her. 

If Lino hadn't held me back, I'd probably be in jail for murder. He was no fucking good. Always trying to control her. Always telling her he didn't like her being around me or Lino. Said it made him uncomfortable. While he had lady friends galore. 

This fool even managed to piss Eve off. And trust me, it takes A LOT to piss her off. But my girl was in love. I couldn't say or do anything. Not yet. Not until he fucked up. And man did he fuck up. Spectacularly I might add.

She caught him in bed with a girl from his job and that was it. She went off on him, as she should have, and when he couldn't stand to see her stand up for herself, he raised his hand to her. I will never forget that phone call. Hearing the crack in her voice and that he tried to hit her, I was ready for war. 

I laid next to her as she cried herself to sleep. Then watched her pick herself up and put her heart back together. And she’s been on her guard ever since. Not that I blame her. 

Most men are gross and would not hesitate to hurt her. Not me though. I know exactly how to treat her. 

I'm getting too far into my head. She still loves me. I know it. I know her. He's convenient and temporary. I am forever to her. I have to be. We've been through too much. 

If it wasn't for that damn bonfire we wouldn't be having any issues. Which once again is his fault. He just had to invite her. He tried to get her to himself. Fuck that shit. Nobody gets Y/N alone but me. 

Thank God she had sense enough to include her wingman. We're a team, we do it all together. 

Seeing her show off in that yellow sundress literally tested my resolve. The way it hugged her curves…I could've done some VERY wicked things to her. She looked amazing and when she walked past me switching her hips making her ass bounce…if only God would have taken me. 

Becks…she tried. But what she didn't understand is that's not how Black Women dress or act or sound like for that matter. But at least she tried…ish.

The bonfire was nice actually. The drinks were great. The food was spectacular. The vibe was amazing. Or it would've been if Stars had kept his hands off of Y/N.

The way they danced together. The fact they were so close and so intimate. If I wasn't dancing with Becky I would've broken them up by now. Because this is going too far. As the night wound down Y/N and Stars disappeared. And I had to know where they were going. 

Thankfully Becks was drunk and when that happens, she's ready for bed. I was thankful for Lino and Eve. They would make sure she got back safe. I followed Stars and her to find out what they were up to. And what I saw…

I—

The way he fucked her…it got my dick hard.  

Y/N always starred in whatever she was in, and watching her with Great Value Captain America, with all his cheap ass stars, was the best porn I ever watched.

I thought about the way he held her down, the way he thrusted into her.  That should’ve been me. It should've been my name dripping from her lips. It should've been my lips on her. 

“Babyyyyyyy! Come to bed! I’m horny!”  Becks shouted.

God, she smelled like cheap ass Hennessey. How?  She doesn’t even drink Hennessy like that.

Becks was acting like a damn fool, tripping onto the bed. 

As I helped her get her lashes and jewelry off (God, this shit is tarnishing already), I got my own clothes off and settled into bed next to her.

She was exhausting, and I was fucking exhausted with with her.

Everything about her was tiring from her fake ass blaccent to that BBL that she made me go half in on (worst $900 I ever spent because who the fuck gets their ass done in Mexico?).

And what’s worse is that I still had a boner from thinking about Y/N.

The way she shook her ass on the dance floor with Mr. American Pie made my dick hard as a rock.

I turned the lights out and laid in bed, spreading my legs wide.

I imagined her fucking him, being under him…

I fished my underwear out of my box and started to touch myself.

I imagined my mouth instead of her fingertips.

I imagined her mouth instead of my palms.

I rubbed myself until I was fully ingratiated into my fantasy and when I came to, I nutted.

I sighed, and-

“ZZZZZZZ!”

I glared over at Becky as she let out the loudest snore I ever heard.

Shaking my head, I turned over and tried to rest.

My sleeping goal was unsuccessful that night.

___

The next morning dawned bright and early, and I was already feeling a lot better. That nut I busted did me a bit of good. I was ready for breakfast. 

When Becky and I got to the breakfast buffet, Y/N was already there. Looking fine as hell. Those sleep shorts showed off her ass and her thighs, and that tank top highlighted the curves of her breasts. 

There was plenty of maple syrup around, I could've easily had her for breakfast. 

Everything was going good until I found out that Stars was in her room and she was getting breakfast for HIM.

First of all, she's not a servant, and second, why is this fool in her room?!

I couldn't believe it. He's violating my space. He's in HER room AND HER bed? Nah! Not even about to play that. 

I need a plan. This has gone on long enough. He's getting too damn comfortable and close to my girl. How do I break up this little fling? Because that's what it is. This is a fling. 

All day she's been up under him. And it's starting to make me crack. I couldn't even enjoy the day because of this. I came inside and ran straight into Becky. 

Oh God…

“Baby, I got a headache,” she groans.

I knew her tired ass shouldn’t have drank all that, Hennessy…

“I need you,” she says, holding her arms out to me.

“You should lay back and relax,” I respond, pulling her to me and kissing her head. 

She uses too much fucking hair grease, and she doesn’t even have any edges.

“I want to sleep,” she says before running her hands over the front of my jeans batting here eyelashes, “But I also wanna fuck.”

Y/N was still on my mind so I didn’t want to.  But I imagined her under Mr. 4th of July Meets Telenovela and I got hard all over again.

“Lay back,” I ordered her.

Becks laid back on the bed and I crawled on top of her before pulling off her undies.

At least she smelled normal down there.  But she didn’t smell as good as Y/N.

I spread her thighs and went to work, using my tongue to take what little pleasure I could from this situation.  Her moans weren’t sultry at all. In fact, they were loud, sleazy, and obnoxious.

But if Y/N and America the Ugly are in the next room, I can use this to my advantage.

I lick deeper and deeper into Rebecca’s pussy, pulling out the loudest moans that she can provide.

The whole ship must be awake now.

“Ugh!  Yes, Blake!  Fuck, Daddy!”

I hated it when she called me Daddy.

“Ugh…fuck, Sky.  Yes…”

I tried to imagine Y/N under me; her body, the sounds she makes…

It made it bearable.

When Becks was ready, I quickly got out of my pants and undies and went inside her.

Fuck, she didn’t even feel like Y/N.

I imagined Y/N’s moans - whatever I needed to get my nut.

God, Becks needed lotion. She felt like a fucking lizard.  No! Focus, Blake. 

Becks was going to town and I was over it. I just wanted to bust this nut and move on. 

She rides like she has no idea how to ride. This girl was literally on the back of a horse but can't ride a dick to save her life. Someone kill me, please. 

This is weird and uncomfortable. I can't do this. 

“Why don't we switch positions?” I suggest. I want her off of me. Now!

She rolls off me 

She pouts for a moment but thankfully gets her ass off of me. Thank you to whatever spiritual deity is looking out for me. 

“Arch your back,” I tell her.

“Yes, Daddy. Anything for you.”

Stop calling me Daddy! The only woman I want calling me Daddy is my girl.

As I got ready to mount her, all I could think about was Y/N. I could hear her begging me for it. I could feel her desperate need for me to fuck her. As I slowly slid into Becky, all I could think of was Y/N.

Her reactions and the way she felt around my dick. All of that made fucking Becky a whole lot easier. 

I close my eyes and instantly see my girl in my head. On all fours, face down with that sexy ass up in the air. 

God, she looks amazing. Moaning and whimpering for me. Begging me to fuck her harder.

“Ooh! Fuck! Yes, Blake!” Becky moans.

I tune her out and focus on my girl. 

My girl is giving me everything she has to give. Throwing it back like a pro and driving me crazy.

“That's it, baby. Throw it back! Give me that pussy.” 

Becky responded but I didn't have the heart to tell her I wasn't talking about her.

I needed this. I needed her. I needed to bust this damn nut. 

God, Becks takes forever to cum. I'm ready to end this. 

“Cum for me.”

“Just a little more Daddy! That's all I need.” 

Woman, I don't have all fucking day! Hurry up!

“Now girl!”

I help her along until I feel her walls contract and release against me. She was done but sadly I wasn't.

She collapsed on the bed and wrapped herself up in the covers. 

“Mmm! Thank you, Daddy! That was so much fun.” she purrs in my ear. I literally had to fight not to flinch. 

“Yeah. Look, I'm gonna hop in the shower.”

“You go ahead. I'm gonna lay here on cloud nine.

I couldn't run to the shower fast enough. I needed to get this nut off fast. I turned on the hot water, let it hit my body, closed my eyes, and rubbed it out. 

If this is my punishment for pissing off whichever God in the sky, I'm so sorry. I promise I will mend my wicked ways.

My mind grew angry at the idea of Y/N riding Star's mini-stripe.  Fucking arrogant, rich bastard.

I did my best to wash away Rebecca and put my true woman there. I imagined her in the shower with me, taking my dick into her hands as she sucked voraciously on my balls.

"Mmm," she moans, "Your balls are so big, Daddy."

"Baby, slow down," I respond, breath heavy, "You'll make Daddy nut on your pretty face."

"But daddy," she moans, looking up at me, holding my dick almost proudly, "Our kids are in here.  I gotta get you ready."

"Ready?"

"Yeah.  I want your babies.  You wanna get your babygirl pregnant?"

The look she gave me as she jacked my dick almost made me nut immediately.

"Ugh, fuck.  Yes, baby.  Go on ahead and make Daddy finish."

"Yes daddy…ugh…put it in my mouth," she whispered.

The heat of her breath made me see the Pearly Gates (or the Fiery Pits depending on your beliefs about adultery), and I stuck my dick into her mouth.

She was my little cum vacuum.  And I fucking loved it.

When I looked down at my hand I was thoroughly satisfied. My girl does it for me again.

—

She had been distant ever since she went swimming with Mr  All-American. I've tried everything to get her attention but so far nothing. She's been all about him. I caught her as she came walking down the hall. 

She had on this beautiful strapless burnt orange dress with a high slit up the right side. She put her hair up in a half-do. And those sexy white heels she had on. My dick grew three times its size in my jeans. 

“Where are you headed off to?” I ask her.

“Sky is taking me to a Salsa Club in town,” she tells me.

“Why are you going to a club for some dip?” 

She shook her head and smiled at me.

“Not the dip you idiot. The dance.”

It was good to see that smile. 

When Stars showed up I could've chucked his ass off a mountain. Smiling at my girl. Whispering in her ear. Wrapping his arms around her waist. 

Ugh! I hate it here!

I watched them walk out the door and just knew I had to go after them. Why? Because I don't fucking like or trust him. 

I convinced Becks to go with me to the club. Mainly because it would give me plausible deniability if my girl asked me why we were there. Also, I'm trying to see Y/N shake her ass. 

We got to the club maybe an hour after they did. It wasn't a bad looking place. It reminded me of a place in Miami that Y/N and I went to the SOBE Wine And Food Festival one year. When we walked inside there they were. Tearing up the dance floor. 

She was so in tune with the music and the atmosphere. I kinda appreciated the way he would spin her around. The way her hips moved as they danced had me in a trance. 

After a few drinks, I let Becks drag me out on the dancefloor to challenge them. We lost. In spectacular fashion. But we worked up a sweat. This was a great exercise. 

They finally got off the dancefloor and sat at a table across the room. And I wouldn't have cared all that much until he looked at me over her shoulder, nodded, winked, and smirked at me. 

It took everything in me not to walk over and punch him in his smug face. When he got up to go back to the dance floor and Becks went to the bathroom, I went to talk to her.

“Well if it isn't the dancing queen.”

She rolled her eyes at me and smirked.

“Why are you here Blake?”

“I can't take my girlfriend on a date?”

She gave me a sideways look.

“Uh huh. I know what you’re doing Marshall.”

“What am I doing?”

“Spying on me.”

I place a hand over my chest. 

“Me?! Sweet innocent me?! Spy on you?”

She rolled her eyes and smirked at me over her drink. The look in her eyes made my dick wiggle.

“Nice moves by the way. You have the dancing skills of a sumo wrestler.”

Ouch. That stings. 

“You wound me.” 

She shrugged innocently. 

“Not my fault your talents are best suited for the kitchen and not dancing.”

She's not wrong.

“Are you done being mad at me?”

“I'm not mad at you, Blake.”

“Sure feels that way.”

“I just want to have fun, that's all.”

Baby girl, you can have all the fun you want with me. You don't need him.

“Does it have to be with him?”

“Well it's certainly not gonna be the dad-to-be or Eve so Sky is my only viable option.”

I'm right here baby. Just say the word. 

“I just…”

She slipped her hands into mine.

“I get it. You’re looking out for me. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that for me? Please?” 

It took everything in me not to drag her out of there.

“Yeah. I can do that.” 

“Thank you, Marshall.”

That's when Stars called out to her.

“Gotta go. I'll see you back at the resort.”

I watched her walk off, her ass looking good in that dress. And was more convinced than ever that Stars had to go. He will NOT take my girl from me.

[gurugirl]

my top five harrys:

1. DBF HARRY!!! he makes me weak and i’ll literally spiral thinking about it 😵‍💫 I CANNOT COUNT HOW MANY TIMES IVE REREAD 😵‍💫😵‍💫 HE HAS ME GAGGED AND THE CONFIDENCE AND SOFT YET DOMINANT DEMEANOR SENDS ME TO OBLIVION. NEED TO INHALE THIS MAN LIKE OXYGEN. I SWEAR IM OBSESSED WITH THIS TROPE THIS FIC YOUR WRITING I NEED HIM MORE THAN I NEED AIR! (the forbidden trope and age gap also makes me swoon)

2. wolfrry 🥹 he’s so precious yet daddy love everything about him and it’s lhh so of course he’s to die for 🥹 i was hooked on him since the beginning and he’s so endearing and protective. He feels like something that i need to hang up on display at an art gallery.

2. con artist harryyyyy, yes i know i’ve put two 2s and that’s cheating but i couldn’t pick one over the other and this harry au means so so so so so so so so so so so so much to me. he’s everything i need and more. and the dynamic you created between the two characters is so vividly enthralling. I was hooked and still hooked for this au. it means so much to me, truly. One of the most underrated fics out there and deserves all the recognition because truthfully it’s one of the best harry fics out there.

3. cop harry! on my fucking hands and knees willing to do any and everything for this man. never need a man more than i need him. more than the roof over my head and the food in my fridge. i’ll trade in my soul to have him.

4. psychopath harry, he’s so hot 🤭 i may be insane but i would help him escape out of prison and he can murder me after for all i care, i’ll still say thank you on my dying breath. and once i’m dead i’ll be in my grave thinking “10/10 would recommend. no regrets, would do it again”

5. stepfuckingdadtheebestharry THIS MAN RIGHT HEREEEEEE!!!! he would’ve been my top first choice because his smugness, charm, dominance, the way he fucks?? hello what’s not to love? this man is the epitome of my dreams. AND WHEN HES SOFT? UGH HES COMING FOR MY THROAT!! I would love nothing more than this man but realistically i wouldn’t want him fucking my mom so he’s fifth.

honorable mentions: arrangement harry my beloved, ghost harry (i actually really love this harry so much but like you’re dead bro soooo 😭), long weekend harry he’s mean but sweet and that combo gets my legs open 🫡, mcc harry KIDNAP ME NEXT PLEASEEEE, priestrry i’m not religious but i’ll get on my knees for him, professor harry the ultimate fantasy, AND THAT ONE HARRY FIC MY MIND IS BLANKING ON THE TITLE BUT MC MEETS HIM AT A PARTY AND SHES A VIRGIN BUT HE TAKES CARE OF HER AND TEACHES HER HOW TO FUCK THAT HARRY OWNED MY HEART AND PUSSY WHEN I READ THAT FIC! I WOULD KILL TO HAVE HIM!!!

OH MY GOD? This is so detailed and thorough and you literally listed like 2/3 of my masterlist 😂 (well maybe not quite but damn!)

YESSS! So I see you. I get you, babe. You like 'em a little mean and dark and... well... that's why I have some of those Harrys in my masterlist because there's just something about the darker Harrys.

And you have bfd Harry at #1! I’m posting a 7k+ check-in for bfd tomorrow 👀 just fyi.

But ALSO - ahhhhh! The Con Artist Harry 🥰 Love that you have him on the list. One of my faves too and thank you so much for telling me your thoughts on that fic. Makes me so happy.

Love this list! And all the honorable mentions 😂 The last fic you mentioned is called Sex Ed With Harry - and god I haven't thought about that one in forever.

Thank you so much for this 🥰

xoxo

[thranduilsperkybutt]

Hold on Loosely

Gif sources:  1  |  2  |  3

Pairings:  Eddie Munson/Reader/Steve Harrington

Warnings:  SPOILERS for Stranger Things S4 Vol.1; NSFW (unprotected) smut; dubcon (only tagging just in case because of sex-pollen trope); fuck or die; oral; m/f/m; absolute filth; mentions of canon-typical character injury; taking liberties with literally all of it; smut that is not for the feint of heart; minor proofreading

Word Count:  10,369 words

Reader Gender:  Female

Author:  Meg

Summary:  There’s next to nothing truly known about the Upside-Down, but after you get stuck there with Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington, you learn one thing: don’t touch the flowers.

A/N:  If you’re seeing this no you’re not--- I’m sorry but Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington are giving me a reason to live right now. I love them both so much.

Eddie’s learned a lot over the past couple days.

He’s learned there are forces at play in the small town Hawkins that are more dangerous than any drug he’s sold could ever be. That there are creatures which can do things he’s only ever read about in comics, or his dungeon master’s guide, and that there are people who are normal— just like him— that step up to be the heroes no-one in Hawkins will ever know about.

Eddie never thought himself the hero type, but if that were truly the case, maybe he wouldn’t be standing here to begin with.

Stuck in this other world— the Upside-Down, they’d called it— where he realized that maybe King Steve wasn’t the rich-kid asshole he’d always assumed him to be, and Nancy Wheeler had more between her ears than just a pretty face. Hell, even band-geek Robin Buckley had more guts in her than any of the burly jocks who harassed him year after year for being the Freak of Hawkins High.

Then there’s the fact that the cute girl who had lingered on the edge of his classes all of last year was braver than anyone he’s ever known. If someone had told him that a year ago, he would’ve laughed in their face, but he had watched you dive in after Steve with his own eyes. Almost as soon as Steve was snatched into the depths of the lake by those demon-vines that seemed to snake everywhere down here, you’d gone over the side of that boat, and now you were still seven steps ahead of him as your party trudged through this bizarre hell-scape in search of a way out through the version of his trailer that existed here

Eddie once thought his extra years in school had at least allowed him a pretty concrete assessment of the people around him, but turns out, he still knows next to nothing at all.

“You good, dude?” comes from beside him— and he’d been told that Steve Harrington would have ever cared anything at all about his mental state, he wouldn’t have believed that, either.

“Are you?” Eddie shoots back, nodding towards the makeshift bandages wrapped around the man’s waist, covering the gnarly bite-wounds that had been inflicted earlier. He doesn't know if it’s the evidence of his shifted world-view lingering on his face, or what, but Steve doesn’t pry into his thoughts further than his initial question

Instead, Steve raises a brow when he glances down at his own stomach, as if he can assess himself at all in this dim light with bandages obstructing his view, “Eh, I wish I could say I’ve had worse, but— what’s worse than gettin’ chewed on by freakish bats?”

Eddie groans, “Maybe ask that after we’re out of here. You’ll jinx us.” The chuckle on Steve’s lips is dry, and even the dim light of the Upside–Down can’t keep him from noticing the way Eddie’s gaze flicks back to where you meander up the trailer’s porch-steps ahead of them, “So, like, are you and—” Nancy and Robin have already pushed their way inside, but you glance back at the boys, giving a questioning look at their slow pace and silencing the question on Eddie’s tongue. Not that Steve couldn’t take a guess at what he was about to ask him.

“What’s the hold-up?” you call their way.

“Just making sure our wounded man makes it,” Eddie jokes, and Steve rolls his eyes.

They meet the bottom of the stairs, and Steve leans on the rail, “Yeah, I’m sure you’re real concerned, Munson— let’s get out of here before I need a doctor, alright?”

“That ship has sailed,” you huff, glancing down his chest towards his bandages bitterly, and Steve’s jaw clenches when your gaze lingers a bit too long. Turning on your heel as quickly as you notice it, too, you shoot over your shoulder at them, “Hurry it up, fellas,” and disappear beyond Munson’s open front door.

Steve’s wounded, but not wounded enough to watch you leave.

“You heard her,” Eddie sighs, making quick work of the steps as Steve drags himself behind him, and just like they thought, there’s a gate right where Chrissy had died on Munson’s living room ceiling. As everyone works to figure a way to open it, Steve’s still thinking about the way Eddie looked at you, and his almost-question that had been left unfinished.

You and Steve weren’t an item— never had been, but if he were to say there wasn’t some part of him that has grown to wish for it over the time he’s known you, he’d be lying. You’d been Robin’s friend first, and then subsequently his, but in the time he’s spent pining over his breakup from Nancy and fumbling around every attempt to heal from it with some other girl— any other girl— he feels he’s lost the chance at a shot with you.

It would be too weird now, wouldn’t it? If he came out and told you he was finally over Nancy, that the reason it never worked out with any of the girls he went on dates with nowadays was because of the feelings he was harboring for you— it would be strange. It could ruin the laid-back, three-musketeers thing he had going on with you and Robin.

Steve wouldn’t risk it, not even with the inkling suspicion that he might have a chance if he did. It was too uncertain to ever be certain, you know? Your friendship, though— that was on solid ground.

But there’s an interest there, in the way Munson lingered around you… there was more than curiosity behind his question. Steve didn’t have to be the valedictorian of his graduating class to realize that much.

He barely realizes he’s followed the two of you down the trailer’s narrow hallway in his efforts to keep an eye on Munson, until he emerges into the darkness that was Eddie’s bedroom, apparently. It’s pretty cluttered, with a centralized bed flanked by drawers and posters advertising rock or metal bands. Steve notices the fine details as he moves further in, where a guitar hangs on the wall.

There’s a soft chuckle in your voice from the other side of the bed, “What are these for, Eddie?” It catches Steve’s attention, and he stops looking for something to aid in the escape from the Upside-Down to find you dangling a pair of chained handcuffs off the end of your index finger. There’s a mischievous grin you’re trying to subdue, but it dances around the corner of your mouth as Eddie looks like a deer in the headlights for the split second it takes to process your discovery.

“Uh, those’re, uh,” Eddie swallows, trying to shrug off the question as he suddenly becomes very interested in rummaging around the mess that was on the dresser Steve stood beside, “decoration, y’know. They’re cool, though, right?”

“Just decoration, huh?” the cuffs clink as you move them from one hand to the other, before turning to hang them back on the nail where they belonged, careful to avoid the living vines that reach even here. If it weren’t so quiet in this place, Steve’s sure he would’ve missed the soft murmur that slips past your lips, “Boring…”

Something clattering from the living room scurries you from the room to investigate, but Steve’s just as frozen as Eddie seems to be at his side. One glance at Eddie is all it takes for him to know that they were on the same page when it came to your little comment, both in a state of mildly-flustered confusion. What the hell did you mean by boring?

“Hey, Steve!” Robin’s shouting down the hallway, “We broke the gate open! Dustin says to grab a sheet— we’re gonna’ make it a rope or something to get through!”

Steve yells, “Got it!” Boring, boring, boring—

“Let’s, uh,” Eddie clears his throat, cutting through the ringing of your voice in Steve’s ears and stripping the bed down, snatching the sheets back in the process, “just get the hell out of here.”

As the quilt gets pulled back, a thicker collection of vines are uncovered on the bed. In the time it takes the two of them to notice that the vines are writhing with the shifting of the bed, a raised structure in the center that looks almost like some sort of fucked-up, black flower, bursts. Like petals peeling back, the thing opens just as the air hits it, spewing a cloud of spore-like particles into the atmosphere that invades Eddie’s and Steve’s lungs before they can even react. Coughing, they both scramble out into the hallway, sheets left forgotten as they try to escape the spores that float through the thick bedroom air. 

Steve manages to wheeze out first, before dissolving into another coughing fit, “Munson?!”

“Jesus Christ! What—!” Eddie’s slapping at his face, as if he can swat away any spores that could possibly linger on him, “What was that thing!? Oh, my god, I got it in my mouth— Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“What happened?” Nancy reaches them first, but you and Robin aren’t far behind, looking just as worried.

“There’s— There’s something in there—” Steve’s still struggling to catch his breath, but Eddie fares better, judging by the borderline-hysterical cursing flying from his mouth.

“Am I gonna’ die? Are we gonna’ die?” Steve glares at Eddie, unable to speak. “I’m too young to get cancer, man—”

“Whoa, what are you talking about? What was in there?” Robin tries this time, patting Steve’s back from where he’s still doubled-over coughing, hands on his knees to support himself.

“This flower-thing— on the bed—” Eddie gestures a ringed hand towards the bedroom door that one of them had managed to slam behind them in their hasty escape. “It totally exploded, and all this stuff came flying out—”

“Like some kind of pollen?” you try to supply, as you pick at the spores lingering in Eddie’s hair, and he nods.

“I guess? I don’t know, but I think we both breathed it in. Yeah, that shit is everywhere in there!”

“It looks like the particles in the air almost,” Nancy observes your open palm, “A little darker, though.”

Steve finally manages to calm his lungs, nearly hoarse from coughing by the time he straightens up, “That’s why you don’t go snatching things up around here, Munson—!”

“Like you knew some kinda’ evil-flower would be under the covers—!”

“I still wouldn’t have just ripped the blanket off—”

“Yeah, right—”

“Hey, guys!” Nancy barks, cutting off their bickering, “You seem to be okay, for now. Can we please get back to trying to get out of here?” Steve sighs, before a bit of latent coughing has him clearing his throat once again.

Eddie shoots him a reluctant glance, “Sure.”

“I guess.”

“You forgot the sheet,” Robin notices, before leaving Steve’s side to shout up through the now-gaping hole in the ceiling— the gate, “Dustin! We can’t get to a sheet on our side! There’s something up with the bedroom—”

“The bedroom? What’s going on in the bedroom?” Dustin’s voice gets clearer as the rest of you move towards the gate, and you’re able to catch a glimpse of the kids on the other side by the time you stand beneath it.

“Just, you’ll have to get a sheet from over on your side,” Robin grumbles.

Henderson looks like he’s going to demand more details, before Nancy jolts him into action with a sharp, “Dustin!”

“Jeez, okay! I’m goin’, I’m goin’!”

The light from the other side filters down through the gate, casting a yellow glow upon Eddie’s wet curls as you continue to pick the spores from him until, “I think I got it all,” comes from your lips. You’re still scrutinizing the taller boy by the time Steve looks back to watch as Dustin throws a sheet knotted into a makeshift-rope through the gate.

“Think so?” Eddie murmurs, blinking down at you with concerned brown eyes which settle only slightly with your answering nod. “Good. Thanks.”

Steve watches the exchange with wary eyes, a nagging feeling settling in the back of his neck that he can’t quite pinpoint. It sets him on edge, as if he weren’t anxious enough just standing in the Upside-Down as it was, and seeps down into his gut with each passing moment that Eddie’s stare watches you.

Something more than unease bites at his heels, and it takes him a moment to remember what the empty hunger of jealousy really feels like, but he’s fully reacquainted with it by the time Robin’s shimmied her way up the rope and landed upon the waiting mattress on the other side of the gate. Nancy goes next, and Steve grows more and more annoyed with the passing moments, drudging on with the slow ache of watching Eddie Munson stand as close to you as he was. Staring at you with some sort of desperate longing in his eyes—

At least, he looks desperate to Steve, but who knows who the desperate one really is when it comes time for your turn through the gate, and you, in some fit of adorable embarrassment, admit, “Uh, guys, someone’s gonna’ have to help me up that thing… I wasn’t exactly the most proficient at rope-climbing in P.E.”

“No problem,” Steve doesn’t want to say he jumps at the chance, but he’s about a beat into saying the words that he notices he could’ve offered his help a tad less eagerly. He can’t bring himself to feel self-conscious about it, though, because he’s too pleased at how his offer removes you from your close proximity to Munson’s side.

“Ah, thanks, Steve,” you sigh, taking hold of the rope, and it’s like his heart skips a beat with the grateful way you look at him.

What’s wrong with him today—

“You know what, Steve,” Munson steps up, and it’s grating to Steve’s ears to hear, “I think I’d actually be able to get her higher… seeing as you’ve been hurt, and I’m a little taller than you.”

Steve can’t help the annoyance in his tone, “You’re like an inch, tops.”

“That’s an inch closer to the gate—”

“Do you hear yourself? An inch doesn’t matter—”

“I think it really does—”

“Can someone please just help me up the rope?” you cut them off, and they both look towards your incredulous expression, as if you can’t believe they’re bickering at a time like this, when you’re all supposed to be focused on escaping this hell-hole.

Max’s scoffed, “What’s up with them?” drifts through the gate, as well as Dustin’s responding remark, which has Steve fighting back the blush that threatens to crawl to his cheeks.

“Who knows? They’re having a pissing contest.”

“Right, sorry—” Steve starts loudly, if only to drown out the commentary, but Eddie’s quicker on the draw. All but hoisting you up with a quick grunt that has you letting out a startled squeak in surprise at how quickly he does it, Eddie’s hands settle on your waist, and then your thighs as you gain ground quickly with the aid of his lifting. Steve’s almost as mad at Munson as he is the breathless sound that passes your lips when you settle in his arms, gripping tight to the sheet-rope.

Eddie’s eyes slip to Steve’s, a ringed hand patting your thigh before he calls through a knowing smirk, “Get to climbing, sweetheart.”

You know what? He was going to kill this guy—

But not before you’re climbing, knees eventually attempting to settle on Eddie’s shoulders. One slips on the leather of his jacket, and Steve’s hand shoots out to catch you by the fabric of your jeans, instead coming into contact with bare skin exposed through the fashionable rips in them, “Woah, you good?”

“Yeah, I got it, now. Sorry—” your voice shakes before you continue your trek upwards with the assistance of the men below.

“Don’t drop her, Munson,” Steve can’t help himself, and apparently neither can Eddie.

“Worry about yourself.”

Steve finally notices the sweat on Eddie’s brow now that he’s up-close, and that’s when he registers how hot it’s gotten in the trailer. It’s strange, because the Upside-Down was usually colder to begin with, so why was it suddenly getting warm?

There’s hardly any time to answer the question bouncing around his head, because you’re making your way to the other side nearly as quickly as he registers it, and his attention is captured by the sound of the wind being knocked out of you when you hit the mattress. Shit, why does the sound nearly knock the wind out of him?

He was flushed, now, and it’s from more than just the warming temperature in the trailer, because the flip in his stomach at the way you blink down at them— sprawled along that dirty mattress, flat on your back— is something else entirely.

It takes all of Eddie’s self control not to clamber up the rope after you just as soon as you clear the landing pad. Trying to hold onto the shred of acknowledgement that Steve’s wounds might mean he needed assistance to get out of here, too, regardless of the jealousy that itched up his spine in regards to you.

“You should,” Eddie tries to be the bigger man, or at least that’s what he tells himself, “go next.”

Steve looks slightly surprised by the offer, but reaches for the rope, managing a somewhat-sincere, “Thanks, Munson.” Harrington winces as he raises his arms to hoist himself up the rope, but manages to get through the gate without needing any assistance. Eddie comes through quicker, and falling to the mattress is more fun than he’d expected.

“What, now?” comes from Max.

Staring up at the hole in the ceiling, Lucas wonders, “How do we get the sheet back down?”

“I don’t think we can get the sheet back down,” Dustin rubs the back of his neck. “Not without cutting it down, because of the separate gravitational pulls—” He drifts off as the edges of the gate begin to sew themselves together, slicing through the sheet once they shut entirely, “Or, it could do that, I guess.”

“That gate could come back open,” Nancy crosses her arms over her chest, and as much as you wish she was wrong, the scar along the ceiling is more than enough to confirm that the gate was still there, only smaller for the moment. “We need to check the other places people have died for more gates.”

“And then what?” Robin huffs.

“Then…” Nancy lingers, clearly trying to come up with some way to fix all of this, “Then, we figure out a way to close them.”

“Comforting,” sarcasm drips from Eddie’s tone as he pushes up from the mattress to stand, “I love knowing there’s a portal to hell in my uncle’s ceiling until we find a way to plaster over it.”

“You could try caulk,” Lucas’ attempt at humor falls flat, and Eddie wipes his hands on his dark jeans.

“Look, Steve’s hurt,” you start, catching the attention of the room. “Those wrappings worked for the Upside-Down, but they’re not gonna’ cut it out here. You need to get your wounds cleaned and dressed before you catch whatever those nasty bats have—”

“Bats?” Dustin gasps.

“Yeah, bats— They were huge—” Steve holds out his hands in a rough estimate of how large they were, only for Dustin to become more intrigued at the revelation.

“First, demodogs; now, demobats…”

“As I was saying,” you continue pointedly at Steve, “there’s no way that you can keep going until that gets cleaned and checked out.”

“I think my uncle actually keeps some supplies around here,” Eddie maneuvers around you and past Nancy, towards the small kitchen in his home, where he promptly begins rummaging through the cabinets. “First-aid stuff, y’know? For if he gets hurt at the plant workin’.” At your questioning glances he shrugs, “Better than a trip to the doctor with no insurance.”

“Alright,” Nancy clasps her hands together, jolting you from your observation of Eddie’s concentrated pilfering of his uncle’s cabinets, “how about you three stay here and handle that, and the rest of us will split off for the other gates. We’ll check back in on the walkies with what’s going on.”

“Nance—” Steve begins in protest, but she stops him with a point of her finger.

“No, they’re right, you need someone to clean those bandages. Robin and I can handle this.”

“Um, what about us?” Lucas crosses his arms, while Max nods.

“Yeah, we’re coming, too.”

“Of course you guys are coming,” Nancy rolls her eyes, a smile at the edge of her lips. “We’ll need all the help we can get, but, you’ve gotta’ do exactly what we say.”

Despite the reluctant agreements on the younger kids’ parts, they file out of the trailer somewhere between Eddie finally finding the first-aid supplies and Steve collapsing onto the couch. Steve can’t bring himself to protest being left here, because there’s an ache to his bones that sets in with every passing moment, and resting on the couch only brings momentary relief.

“Here,” Eddie hands off the supplies onto the coffee-table, pushing around the jumbled items there to make room as you kneel on the floor in front of where Steve sits. Almost as soon as you start to unwrap the fabric around Steve’s waist, Eddie huffs out, “Fuck, it’s hot in here. Let me check the temperature,” and all but throws his leather jacket over the back of the couch before jogging down the hallway to glare at the thermostat on the wall.

“It’s not that hot to me,” it’s an off-handed comment from you, but a surprising one nonetheless, at least to Steve, who protests around a hiss of pain when the fabric catches at his wound.

“How are you not hot? It’s like it’s ninety degrees in here…” the denim vest Eddie had loaned him is sticking to his back, and if it weren’t for your hands working against his skin, he would have ripped it off. There’s a bizarre look on your face at his declaration, but you only apologize before gently cleansing his bite-wounds with the cloth rag and peroxide Eddie had supplied. Steve’s sweating, gritting his teeth as he tries to hold back the whimper of pain behind his teeth to no avail.

You apologize again, but you can’t stop until the area seems properly cleaned. A tinge of red blood seeps from the wounds rather than the strange saliva-like substance that had occluded the area before, but you’re glad to find he wasn’t bleeding profusely. Steve tries to focus on the weird amount of hats that hung along the upper walls of Munson’s living room, instead of the pain in his side, and the growing heat that seemed to claim him more with every passing second. When you’ve finally finished cleaning, Steve’s softly panting, and your apologies fall on dull ears as he glances down to notice the goose-bumps that have appeared on your arms.

“How cold are you getting it in here, Eddie?” you loudly call towards the man in the hallway, minor annoyance lacing your voice, but despite the way your hair shifts with the wind blowing through the vents, Steve can barely feel a difference in the temperature at all.

It was almost as bad as the hottest day last summer to him, but he knows in the back of his mind that weather as warm as this would be strange for an early Indiana spring.

“Something’s wrong with the A/C,” Eddie groans in defeat when he comes back into the living room, slightly breathless despite the short hallway he’s had to traverse. “It says it’s only seventy in here, and I turned it down to fifty-five, but nothing’s changing.”

“Are you insane? You’re getting it freezing cold in here,” blinking up at him, you’re shocked to find he’s sweating through the front of his Hellfire Club shirt. You’ve barely got the fresh gauze wrapped around Steve’s waist before the worry in your eyes shifts onto Eddie, “Are you alright?”

Sure, Steve was sweating, too, but you’d just assumed it was due to the pain. Eddie, though, has you thinking it’s something else entirely.

“I’m fine, it’s just blowing heat or something— I don’t get it. It doesn’t act like it’s not working, but…” Eddie’s hands reach over the vents in the floor, feeling the air temperature for himself, and his frown only deepens. A glance out of the corner of his eye, before he points towards the vent, “See? Hot air!”

“It’s really not,” your voice comes slow to Steve’s ears, and as your fingers press tape along the bandage he gasps out, making your hands flinch away from him quickly. “Oh, my gosh, did I hurt you? I’m sorry—”

“No,” it sounds hoarse even to Steve’s ears, so he clears his throat, before finally affixing you with his stare. Swallowing thick, he tries to beat down the feeling swirling in his veins, settling deep in his abdomen, but there’s an edge to his voice when he says, “But I think something else is wrong.”

It’s the look in his eyes that shocks you still. You’ve never seen him look at you quite like this before. Dark eyes seem even more endless with the way his pupils have almost swallowed his irises in a black void, dilated wide as he almost seems to find difficulty in breathing steadily. A glistening sheen of sweat covers his skin, too, in much a similar way as Eddie. Steve’s lips are parted as he struggles to breathe even, tongue passing over them to wet the salt on his skin.

You pinpoint the look in his eyes, after a moment of sitting still between his knees.

Want.

That was want you saw in his eyes right now, unobstructed from your scrutiny in a way that he was incapable of hiding at this moment, with this fire burning through his veins unlike anything he’d ever felt before. There’s an edge to it, something that catches in his skin, hurts in a way that makes him want to drag you into a kiss right then and there— but he doesn’t dare move, for fear he’ll actually do it.

You’re leaning away from him, perhaps subconsciously, but it stings all the same, “What… what’s wrong?”

Steve can barely bring himself to think it, let alone confess it out loud, but he’s sure it’s written all over his face right now, the mortifying, uncontrollable lust that has latched onto his very soul. Something was very, very wrong about this, but Steve can’t bring himself to care past the scandalous ideas storming through his mind. So instead, he remains silent. Tries to avoid your eyes, but just as soon as he glances over to the side of you, Eddie walks into his line of sight.

“I think Harrington’s right,” Eddie’s hands are balled in fists at his side, as your attention casts up towards the stern set of his jaw and confused furrow of his brow. “I think… something’s wrong with me, too.”

Steve watches your eyes widen for a fraction as you register the same blown dilation in Eddie’s eyes that you’d noticed on Steve, the flush in his cheeks, and the tension in his shoulders, but you dumbly begin to ask again, “What’s wro—”

A finger hooks around your jaw, turning you to face Steve almost roughly, and you’re barely looking his way at all before his lips crash into your own. He can feel your gasp, your reflexive hands meeting his chest and catching on heated skin and denim, but Steve doesn’t think, let alone care. Hell, he doesn’t even care that he can hear the hitch of Eddie’s own breath from where he stands, watching.

None of that matters. Not the biting in his sides of wounded skin straining on gauze, or the way he’s all but doubled himself over from where he sits on the couch in order to have at you.

All that matters is the slight relief it brings. The feeling of your skin on his, the taste of you on his tongue, and the fact that you aren’t— thank God— pulling away from his more-than-rushed assault on your lips.

In fact, you’re leaning into him, fists catching in the denim vest to drag him closer. His hands cupping your jaw drag you even closer between his legs, and he hears the way your knees shift on shag carpet to accommodate him.

He could die kissing you right now, and be completely fine with it. It’s the only thing on his mind— the way you slightly whimper into his urgency. He feels like he has a fever to your chilled hands, but not even the touch of your skin to his is capable of cooling him off. He needs something else, something like—

The hand that settles on his right knee isn’t yours; it’s too large to be, and he can feel the tightening of your fingers on the vest when you’re pulled away from his lips. Steve’s only mad for as long as it takes to blink his eyes open and see the way Eddie’s tugged you back by his hand in your hair— the one that doesn’t rest on Steve’s knee.

Your cheeks feel flushed as Eddie appraises the slightly dazed look in your eyes in that heated moment, before dragging you into his own kiss. Steve’s hand still caresses the side of your neck as Eddie descends upon you like a man who’s lost all his senses, and you’re too stunned by the sudden change of events to so much as even pull away from him— from them.

Not that you would have to begin with.

Munson kisses you just as urgently as Steve had. With the crane of your neck and his grip in your hair, you’re left nearly disoriented when Eddie’s hand releases Steve’s knee to find his grasp against your throat, dragging you away from one man to the other. While Steve had smelled of the metallic blood still smeared on his skin, and whatever remains of his expensive cologne that managed to cling to him, Eddie is different. Sure, it’s drenched in the hint of lakewater that follows all of you, but there’s no denying the scented undertones you can fully realize thanks to being pressed so closely against him.

He’s all leather, and something woodsy mixed into the sweat that drips down his temple, onto the expanse of where your fingertips reach along his jaw. The budding result of a day without a proper shave pricks at your skin, but you don’t rightly care, because Eddie Munson was kissing you like it was his last day to live.

Which, if he were to listen to the burning threat in his chest, it might as well be. He wouldn’t normally just throw himself at a girl like this, but he can’t bring himself to pull away. It’s like something inside him demands that he have you right here and now; urging him to consume you in this very spot. He’s out of his depth, and out of control, which is nearly as exhilarating as it is worrying.

Your attention has been completely snatched away from Steve when you feel Eddie grin into the kiss, only for you to elicit a shuddering breath from him with the drag of your fingers down his chest.

There’s a dull throb in your head from the overwhelmingly sudden intensity of it all, and the only thing that momentarily saves you is Steve’s annoyed, “Quit hogging her,” that tears Eddie away from your lips.

Munson looks down at you through a lidded stare, before his eyes flick towards Steve with a hint of his own annoyance, “You’re one to talk, Harrington. I practically had to pry her away from you with a crowbar.”

“W-Wait,” you take the chance you have while they’re momentarily distracted, “what’s gotten into the two of you—?”

Eddie shrugs off your question, making to kiss down your jaw, but when he groans almost painfully, “Damn, it’s so. Fucking. Hot. In here,” you’re pushing him away again. He lets you, but not without a whine of protest.

“You keep saying that,” you reach out to press the back of your hand against Eddie’s forehead, only for him to catch your wrist and drag you forward, landing one quick kiss in the crook of your arm before you snatch it back. Eddie slumps over in defeat from where he’s knelt when you turn to look at Steve, who is only a better patient than Munson due to the grip he keeps tight on the back of the couch. “You guys are burning up—” Steve murmurs something, and you glance down to his face, “Huh?”

“It started back there— It started getting hot in the Upside-Down, after that flower-thing,” he swallows, trying his best to focus on anything other than how easy it would be to drag you into another kiss with the way you leaned over him. Clenching his teeth, he tries his damned best, but his mind’s running wild. It’s like he’s losing every last shred of control he has left, like he’ll die if he doesn’t have your body against his again.

“Please—” the pitiful sound comes from off the end of the couch, where Munson has fully melted into the floor, an utterly useless mess of hair and limbs at your momentary rejection of his touch.

Steve’s fighting the urge to be in a similar state when you question Eddie, “What?”

“I’m dying over here—” Eddie’s head lulls towards you, the desperate sound of your name falling from his tongue. Despite Steve’s withering silence, he’s in no better a state than the man on the floor, because the same thought that crumbles in the back of Eddie’s throat has passed his own mind,, “I’m going to die if you don’t touch me again. Shit, I’m begging, here!”

And there it is, the one thing Steve’s too terrified to say out in the open, spoken by Eddie Fucking Munson, who has dissolved into a sequence of begging pleas and curses as his fingers card into his own hair like he might pull it out. Steve can see the flush on your face, the struggle of denial in your eyes swirling with the heated way you watch him, trying to turn over your options in your mind. Trying to figure out just what you should do.

Steve’s tired of waiting, and maybe his senses are so blurred to the point that he has no ability to reason anymore, but he doesn’t care if this destroys the friendship he’d so carefully tried to uphold despite his feelings for you. This growing ache in his abdomen won’t allow him to think past this single moment.

So he decides to wear you down with his own honest, “It’s okay.”

And you know you sound like a broken record, when you glance warily towards him, asking again, “What?”

“It’s okay to want this,” the way Steve looks at you cuts through you like butter. Like he can see every aspect of your hidden desire regardless of how terribly you try to smother it down, “I know I do.”

One word from your lips is all he’d need to fully let go, but the widening surprise, the hesitant interest in your eyes— that works, too, “You do?”

Steve releases his grip on the couch in favor of your waist, intent on showing you how much when he nearly manhandles you into his lap, arching into the hands that push at the denim on his shoulders. The involuntary moan that comes from him as he kisses you again would’ve embarrassed him if he had any sense left to feel embarrassed. The truth is, licking up into your mouth is the only thing keeping him sane at this very moment, because with the hasty undressing of his clothing by your hands comes the complete undoing of his mind.

He’s not entirely sure when exactly Eddie picked himself back up from his sorry state on the floor, but the longer-haired man takes to ridding you of your button-up as quickly as he can from where he’s pressed himself against your back, using what little space there is between Steve’s knees to his advantage. You’re easily leveraged between them, as Steve’s forward lean presses you into Eddie’s chest and determined hands.

Eddie’s teeth drag against your shoulder as he strips your upper half bare, and his impatience at the obstruction of your jeans is only a brief issue before he comes up with the solution of simply shoving one large hand into the front of your waistband, not giving you a chance to so much as even rise from Steve’s lap. You’re gasping into Steve’s lips as Eddie’s fingertips delve between your thighs abruptly, a low groan splitting your thoughts as it breezes past your ear with the rumble of Eddie’s ragged breath at the feeling of your growing wetness there.

You can feel the cold metal of his ring as he drags his fingers through your folds, down to your core and back up again, pressing down onto your clit upon his discovery of it, breath fanning against your skin when you squirm against Steve’s lap, “There we go, sweetheart.”

Mewling into Steve’s lips, you’re completely overcome by the feeling of the tight circles Eddie presses between your thighs, jolting electric pleasure up your spine, and when Steve’s hands blaze up the exposed skin of your torso to settle against your breasts, you can’t be held accountable for the way you’re left writhing against them. You can feel the straining bulge in every grind of your hips down upon Eddie’s hands and Steve’s lap, but you’re nearly powerless at this moment to do anything more than catch Steve by the hair and pull him closer.

Eddie’s taken to grinding himself against your hip, letting the most delicious sounds fall from his tongue onto your shoulders, your neck— wherever he can have easy access to lay his open mouth. It’s only when you feel him shift his hand to push his index and middle fingers into you up to the ring that you cry out. Slipping away from where Steve had locked you in his kiss, your head falls back onto Eddie’s shoulder; it’s almost overwhelming. Their hands, their lips— it’s almost too much.

Steve leans back against the couch to fumble at his jeans, undoing them as best he can while Eddie melts into a nearly incoherent string of words behind you, “Is that good? Do you like how my fingers feel? Oh, fuck, I want to be inside you— You’d like that, too, wouldn’t you—?”

“C’mon,” Steve groans as his eyes catch yours, before trailing down the expanse of where Eddie’s draped himself over you and finally stopping on where his hand has disappeared beneath the undone zipper of your jeans. “Tell Munson how you like it.”

Your breath catches in your throat, only to fall out in a moan around his name, “I like it, Eddie— Don’t stop—”

If there were any ability left in you to be embarrassed, you would’ve been mortified in this moment, because you can practically hear how wet you are as Eddie quickens the thrusting of his fingers, allowing you to grind down onto the palm of his hand. Eddie’s pressed his face against your neck, letting out a soft moan at the sound of your praise, until he kisses the skin there in a languid way that’s the complete opposite of the haste with which he drags you further and further towards your inevitable oblivion.

You’re so tense, wound up like you might snap at any moment, when Steve finally manages to free himself from his jeans just enough to grant you the view of the hardened length of him. His mouth falls open slightly when he takes hold of himself, and when he starts with a languid stroke, he lets out a soft whimper. It’s the way Steve watches you, though, that almost throws you over the edge.

Leant back on the couch cushions, head tilted back, he looks down at you through a drugged-like haze, while Eddie Munson takes you apart on his lap. Steve is as wrecked as you’ve ever seen him in his life, blood from the earlier attack still smeared along his skin in places, sweat dripping down his heaving chest— it’s a sight that shouldn’t get you as bothered as it did, but you’re too far gone to care. Eddie’s dark gaze flicks away from you to catch Steve’s, before he gently tugs you back by the hair once more to earn a better look at your parted lips and gasping breaths. It’s like something had bewitched the three of you, and while the men were clearly more affected by it than you, you still felt it in the tingling of your limbs and the thundering of your chest, as Eddie’s intense eyes caught yours.

Then, he leans forward, and spits in your open mouth, only to nudge you forwards a little and chuckle, “Give Steve something to work with, okay? From the both of us.” Grinning as he catches Steve’s wide eyes once more, he bites by your ear, “Go ahead, spit on it.”

And, maybe you’re out of your mind, but you do just what he tells you to do. You lean forward as best you can with Eddie’s arms tangled around you, and spit right onto where Steve’s grip rests along his cock, hearing the ragged breath Steve sucks in at the sight.

“Holy shit,” it breaks, choked in the back of Steve’s throat, when Eddie pulls you back against him. Wasting no time, Steve uses the added lubrication to quicken his hand slightly.

“You really are a sweetheart, aren’t you? Helpin’ out our friend like that,” Eddie teases, turning your head just enough to capture your lips with his own. You can practically taste the lust that oozes from his every pore as his fingers curl within you, your hips shaking at the feeling of them dragging from you just for him to do it all over again. By the time he breaks from your kiss, you see something akin to wild, boyish glee in his brown eyes, “Now, go on and use my fingers to cum.”

“Eddie—” you whine, but the low breathlessness of Steve’s voice silences you entirely.

“You heard the man. We want to see you do it.”

You’ve long since deteriorated into a mess between them, and you’re faring no better than you ever were when Eddie licks a stripe up your neck at the same time he curls his fingers again within you. Pushing the palm of his hand into your clit, your hands are shaking as you reach to grasp at the tattooed forearm holding you to a lean chest.

The way you break in his arms is too hyperreal to ever delude yourself into believing this was some sort of dream. It’s a raw, broken cry that falls from you as Eddie only holds you tighter in your writhing against him. If your nails digging into his skin hurts, he makes no indication of it. The only thing coming from Eddie’s lips are the praises, coaxing you through the blinding ecstasy of it, until you’ve collapsed into his steadying embrace.

Eddie pulls his hand from your pants, but Steve catches his wrist, leaning forward to capture your gaze as he licks the wet evidence of you from Eddie’s ringed fingers. You hear Eddie’s breath hitch in your ear as your own breathing ceases entirely at the sight, until Steve releases the other man’s hand entirely. Your breathing trembles back to life as Steve closes the distance so he can press his lips to yours, spreading long fingers against the length of your neck to drag you towards him on the couch.

Steve groans in the back of his throat when you part for barely a moment, “I think I’ll probably need more of a taste than that, but it’ll do for now.”

Eddie’s chuckle is in the forefront of your mind as Steve pulls you back to his lips, seemingly never over the way it feels to kiss you. His arm wraps around your waist, helping you get to your knees just so Eddie can shimmy you out of the jeans that still clung to your legs.

The room is so cold, so unbearably chilly, but they’re still burning up against you. It’s perhaps the only reason you don’t immediately reach for the blanket draped along the back of the couch. That, and the fact that Steve is pushing your underwear to the side just enough to brush the tip of him through your folds. The sound he catches on his tongue is something you were only mildly scandalized to have whimpered there, as he sinks you down the length of him with his fingertips digging into your hips.

“Oh, my God,” how Steve barely manages to sound at all held-together is something you’ll never know, but any illusion of control breaks as soon as you settle flush into his lap. There’s a stretch that you doubt you’ll ever fully get used to in the way he drops his hips, only to sink back into you again, spilling moans from his lips as he almost selfishly sets his pace. Steve glances down between you, watching as he buries himself into you over and over again, until even that is too much for him to handle. Eyes clenched shut, his head falls back, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thick at the feeling of your walls around him.

His fingertips claw into the flesh of your hip as you steady yourself on the bare expanse of his chest, feeling the hair there beneath your hands as he rocks you forward on each thrust he buries into you. You’re so caught up in trying to adjust to Steve’s desperate love-making that you almost forget about your audience for a split second.

That is, until Eddie props a knee on the side of the couch, the movement of his hands tempting your gaze to watch as he tugs his belt undone. You can see a hint of the skin of his abdomen from where he’s pulled up his Hellfire shirt as he tugs at his zipper, and you’re already reaching with the hand you haven’t planted on Steve’s chest for the loops in Eddie’s jeans. Tugging him closer to the aching destruction that seemed to consume you all, you hear him sigh when his length is freed from his jeans.

You want him— you want them both, and you can barely think past that.

Eddie looks like he’s far past holding it together, when his hand comes to the back of your neck, “Can you open your mouth for me?”  Steve’s certainly long gone, with the strangled noise that comes from him as you clench around his cock at Eddie’s question.

They’re dragging you down with them, nodding, “Come closer, Eddie.” All it takes is a shift in his posture, your hand slipping to his thigh, as he grasps himself by the base in his left hand to tease your waiting tongue. His rings would’ve looked gaudy on anyone else, but on Eddie you were almost losing your mind to watch his fingers wrap around himself as those skulls stared back at you.

The leaking precum leaves a salty taste on your tongue as you wrap your lips around him, tonguing at his tip while his grip tightens at the back of your neck. Guiding you closer, you feel Eddie shudder beneath your fingertips as he lets out the prettiest groan you think you’ve ever heard, which is saying something considering the way Steve’s almost dissipated into a whimpering mess beneath you.

“Son of a—” Eddie curses as you take him deeper, struggling to keep steady as Steve’s rhythm flounders, becoming something more spontaneous and urgent rather than the methodical thing it had originally been. The moan in your own throat can’t be subdued when you feel Steve’s hand slip down your hip, casting his thumb against your clit in his efforts to trigger your utter ruination.

Steve’s filter is entirely gone, and he can’t stop himself from saying whatever comes to mind, “You look— look so good with your mouth full, you know that?”

Eddie’s fingers tangle in your hair, as if holding onto you will keep him from completely losing himself when he nods in agreement, “Dude— you’re so right. I wanna’ see those eyes, sweetheart. Fuck— Just like that. Keep looking at me.”

It feels like they’ve set you on fire, like whatever affliction had overcome them was also seeping into your bones. It was getting hotter by the second, and not even the cold air blowing on high from the trailer’s vents was helping anymore.

You’re so out of it, they could tell you to do anything and you would probably have done it if it meant reaching the high you were all fighting for. The things they were saying washed over you like a bucket of hot water, and you know you’re dripping onto Steve with his every hurried thrust. It’s so close, you can feel it. Just out of reach, as the muscles in your thighs tense— if Steve just keeps going—

It’s so sudden that he can barely predict it at all, and all the warning any of you get is a series of jumbled curses cried around his increasingly hitched moans when Steve’s hips slam up into yours. Delirium was what it felt like, rushing through his veins to flay every last nerve bare while he mindlessly emptied himself into your fluttering warmth. He thinks he might pass out, when his vision goes, but the feeling of your nails digging into his chest keeps him somewhat grounded to this plane of existence.

His breath was coming in harsh pants, like he could barely breathe, and you can feel the expansive warmth of his climax seeping from you with the weak thrusts he manages before stilling entirely. Steve is on the verge of an apology by the time he can manage to somewhat think straight, but the sight of you with Eddie’s cock down your throat is enough to scramble his thoughts all over again.

“Hell, if the pussy’s as good as Harrington acts like it is,” Eddie groans, pulling from your mouth with a wet pop, tilting your head up to see the fucked-out look in your eyes, “I think I’d like my turn, now, if that’s alright with you.”

Steve’s hands have relaxed at your thighs, but they give you a squeeze when you nod at Eddie, “Please—” You were still so wired, having been sent right to the edge before Steve came, that you don’t care who takes care of you right now, as long as they help you fix this desolate ache in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie helps you pull yourself off of Steve, which has you both gasping with the oversensitivity of it all, and the resulting emptiness that settles into your gut. Sitting beside Steve on the couch, Eddie drags you to straddle his lap from behind, until your back is settled against his chest.

His hand resting against your ribs, he nudges your legs with his knees, “Need you to spread your legs wider, ‘kay?” Snaking his other arm over your thigh, he reaches beneath you when you do as he says, and you’re arching against him as he presses himself up into you with a guiding hand. Shushing your anguished whimper, Eddie murmurs, “Just like that, yeah. You’re— ah, doing so good— taking it so well.”

He’s not much bigger than Steve was, but you feel so full that you think you’re not going to make it past the first thrust at this point, with how close Steve had gotten you moments before. You have to reach behind you to catch at his side in order to steady yourself when he finds himself fully seated within you quicker than Steve had.

“There, how’s that?” Eddie’s voice sounds strained with pleasure as he retreats his hand to the inside of your bare thigh. “Perfect fit—”

You can’t decide if you like his near-constant commentary or not, but raising your hips seems to catch whatever else he was going to say in his throat, “Eddie, I need you to move.”

“As the lady wishes,” his grin can practically be heard, and when he drops his hips to drive back into you at a steady pace, you think your eyes roll back in your head with how this angle allowed him to hit you just right.

Steve’s barely starting to get movement back in his legs by the time he adjusts his slacks back around his waist, but watching you and Munson was doing nothing for the brief clear-headedness that had returned in the aftermath of his climax. He’s certain that the crap from that flower— the pollen, you’d called it— had done something to the three of you, because never in his life had he been as out-of-his-mind aroused like this. A glance towards the scar in the trailer’s ceiling confirms that the gate is still somewhat-closed for now, but whatever purpose that flower held was lost on him. He couldn’t very well ask the group for their ideas, now, could he?

The pretty sounds coming from your mouth were scrambling his mind all over again. At this rate he’s going to get hard once more, so he stands from the couch to escape further into the trailer, trying his hardest to subdue this simmering feeling once more. The bathroom had to be safe from this torture, certainly.

Eddie’s too consumed with you to notice Harrington’s disappearance, and you’re too lost in the feeling to care.

He pushes you off edge you’ve been riding when his teeth sink into your neck, biting gently to smother his groans, but it’s all it takes combined with his quickening pace to set you off. It’s like you detonate, white-hot pleasure exploding behind your chest as you almost scream with the shock of it.

“Are you— you’re coming, aren’t you?” Eddie never falters, but you’re completely incapable of giving him a proper answer with the mind-numbing bliss that overtakes you. Leaning forward, you have to grasp his knee in an effort to keep from completely collapsing onto the floor, but his hands would’ve kept you steady regardless. The involuntary fluttering of your core around him has him stumbling after you, gasping out, “So tight— I’ll never get tired of it— I can’t get enough of you.”

“I can’t take it,” you’re trembling, barely able to stand the overstimulation in the aftermath of your climax, but Eddie has you almost in tears, begging for him, “I can’t take anymore, Eddie—!”

“Just a little more,” he groans, pressing his forehead into your back as he fucks up into you desperately. Voice breaking with his confession, “I’m almost— so close.”

You don’t even realize you’ve shut your eyes in an effort to mute the overstimulation until you’re blinking them open again, pleasured tears falling down your cheeks, only to spot Steve leaning on the kitchen counter in full view of the living room. He’d found himself a glass of water, somewhere in the time it’s taken for you to entirely lose your mind, but the look in his eyes as he watches you is not as entirely unaffected as you would have thought for a man who was barely out of his own post-orgasmic haze.

You know it, before Eddie’s breath hitches behind you, how in trouble you are.

The way Munson comes apart is just as desperate as Steve had, but he drags you back down to him, turning your head to almost beg, “Kiss me—” It’s all teeth and tongue, moans muffled by your lips on his, in a way that makes you feel so vulnerable and raw that you think your tears might actually be from the edge of pain that comes from the resulting feeling of emptiness after he pulls out of you.

Struggling to catch your breath, you know you’re leaking the evidence of what the three of you have done against his jeans, but Eddie’s too fucked-out to care. Trying to shift yourself back into your stretched, and upon closer inspection minorly ripped, underwear without rising from his lap is difficult, but not as impossible as standing with the shake in your legs would have been.

“What the hell just happened to us…?” Eddie wonders aloud, finally catching his breath enough to speak, but it’s a question without an answer.

Hoarsely, you whisper the fear sinking into your heart, “Do you regret it?”

He reaches up, fingers grazing your chin as he urges you to look at him, and when you do, you find his dark eyes have gone soft, “I didn’t say that, now. No regrets on my part.” Glancing towards where Steve’s moved closer towards the coffee table, Eddie smirks, “Harrington? Any regrets?”

A static cuts through the silence, and suddenly Robin’s voice crackles through the walkie resting on the table, “Nancy, come in. Dustin and I just made it to our gate. Are you guys there yet? Over.”

“We’re still five minutes out from ours— How’re things going at Munson’s gate?” Nancy’s voice comes through, and the three of you blink for a moment at the walkie, trying to think of a single thing to say.

Steve steps up to the plate, gaze shifting towards where you and Eddie try your best to collect yourselves when he clears his throat and presses the outgoing button on the walkie, “Uh, no changes over here. We’re all good.”

You’re glad he’s a good liar, because Nancy simply replies, “Alright, then. We’ll check back in when we reach our gate.”

“You’ve got to say, ‘Over and out,’” Dustin suddenly comes through, and Steve rolls his eyes before setting down the walkie.

“Is that kid always so bossy?” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head as he adjusts his shirt and pants.

Steve grunts flatly, “Welcome to my world,” as he watches you pluck your clothing off the floor where Eddie had haphazardly discarded it.

Pressing it all to your chest, you notice the two of them staring, and sheepishly ask, “Where’s your bathroom, Eddie?”

He points down the hallway, “Right down there, second to last door.”

“Thanks,” you try to brush past him, but the long-haired man catches your waist when you’re in reach, pressing a cheeky kiss against your temple before you can squirm away, giggling, “Stop it, Eddie—!”

“Alright, alright.”

Steve takes another sip of his water when you pass, flush on his cheeks as he tries to respectfully avert his eyes to no avail, but you disappear down the hallway either way. He’s in too deep as it is, and when he glances over towards Eddie, he finds he’s being watched with a raised brow.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That,” Eddie nods down the hallway, as if that elaborates anything at all. “When you just didn’t say a word to her after we—”

“I’m so not starting this with you, dude,” Steve huffs, crossing his arms as he looks back down the hallway.

“I think we’re way past that,” he holds up his hands in front of him, “but okay… you do you.” Munson plops back down onto the couch, digging around the cluttered coffee table until he comes across a packet of cigarettes. Plucking one from the pack and placing it between his teeth, Eddie mumbles, “You ask me, I wouldn’t let a girl like that wonder for too long.”

“Wonder?” Steve doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or not to egg Eddie on, but he does it anyway.

“Yeah, wonder— about if you care or not,” he says it like it’s so simple, with a roll of his eyes and a flick of the lighter he’s fished from the sea of clutter. Steve grinds his teeth, glancing back towards the hallway in consideration, before growing annoyed at the smell of Eddie’s cigarette and plucking it from his lips to put out in the ashtray, “Hey—!”

“Those’re bad for you,” is all Steve answers the mild offense on Munson’s face with, before turning on his heel and moving towards the bathroom. There should be no question, right? Of if he cares for you. You’re one of his best friends, after all. You should know that already, but the suggestion by Munson that it was at all questionable was eating at him.

He wanted to rectify that.

Steve’s about to knock when the bathroom door swings open, light spilling into the hallway, “Oh! Sorry.”

You jolt to find him standing there, and he shifts at your awkward chuckle, “Steve, do you need the bathroom?”

“Uh, no, actually,” he reaches out, gripping the frame of the door to accommodate his lean. “I was hoping we could talk, maybe?”

“Talk?” blinking up at him, you can’t help the worry that seeps into you, “What about?”

“Just… what Munson said earlier, about regrets?” Steve begins, but when your eyes avoid his dejectedly, he knows Eddie was right. You weren’t sure about him.

“Oh…”

“Hey,” he steps closer, voice softer as he lifts his hand to the side of your face, urging you to look at him. “I just wanted to tell you that I don’t regret anything. Well, maybe I regret letting Munson touch that flower, but when it comes to you? No. I don’t regret it.”

“Promise?” you question, watching him warily. Steve smiles, bending at the neck to capture your lips with his in a kiss that was far more gentle and leisurely than any thus far had been. It was chaste, even, but it set your skin ablaze either way.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he pulls away, “Promise.”