#yes I wrote this bc I got king and didn’t like it

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NO KING.

I’m no king. Kings have the weight of the world resting on their shoulders, pressure so high it creates a ticking bomb inside the kingdom. Kings don’t fight for their power, unless they feel as if their younger siblings are threats to their positions. It’s not earned, as it is in the bloodline. They are given everything in silver plates, the only thing left to them being the privilege of making decisions for those who they can’t relate to. They exist to be inhuman puppets of those with poisonous blood in their hearts. Having choices is not a possibility, their whole life wholly planned just so the so-called royalty can mend with people’s minds as they please. Too powerful to exterminate anything they are displeased with, too powerless to fight back against the demons they are held captive by. I’m no king, as I stand up for myself and everyone around me; just as I ask for help and input from others. I might be just a peasant, but I am free, something unknown to those above me.

[vamphrrr]

Hi!! i loved your tough love fanfic of clarisse! so i decided to ask if you can make a clarisse la rue , (aphrodite child) reader, but she’s not some normal teenager… she’s a princess if you get what im saying??? lets say that aphrodite dated a princess and had a child with him before she left, and so that’s where reader grew up, no one knew that the reader was a princess u til she told clarisse, she was really worried clarisse was gonna hate her but clarisse is like “Woah me mad at you? no way” and clarisse supports her! (Including some kissing, flirting, it would be super nice if the reader was shorter the clarisse probably up to her chest like in the tough love fanfic!)

notes ; omgggg this is so cute!! i’m so glad u liked my last fic i was nervous about posting 😭. also i’ll be making clarisse call reader princess too now knowing SHE IS ONE! they’re already dating in this. i used the same banner bc i’m too lazy to create new ones based on plot LMAO. i wrote this so soon but sometimes if anyone requests it might take me a couple of days bc of school and stuff! think i went a little overboard with this one. i should probably start counting how much i write lol.

%% are you mad?

in which your super attractive girlfriend finds out the secret you’ve been hiding from her for so long. also, she accidentally meets your dad.

— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader

warnings ; reader has doubts, tall & buff clarisse / short reader (again), flirty!clarisse flirty!clarisse, a little angst?, kissing, two swear words, flustered reader (oh how the turned tables), ooc clarisse? (i’m never sure if i write her right), one suggestive thought in the first paragraph (nothing happened tho!). a little too much background i think… too much father, did my daddy issues come out? made reader’s dad a king bc plot reasons, maybe more emotional than requested srry😭

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Sneaking off from your girlfriend’s warm bed in the middle of the night. For a minute, you wondered how’d that look to anyone watching. A girl hastily running from a cabin that she very obviously did not belong in, a long shirt —it was Clarisse’s— accompanied by small shorts, (which were not visible might you add). Oh and how could you forget, you were barefoot. Who’s bright idea was that? Oh, yeah, yours. Why?

Gods were you cold. Should’ve brought a jacket, you thought.

The bottom of your feet hurt, stepping on rocks and sticks and who knows what else would do that to you. Next time, you would definitely bring hiking boots or something. And a jacket. In the forest, you were far away from anybody that might disturb you. Pulling Clarisse’s shirt up until your shorts were visible, you dug your hand inside the pocket, meeting with a drachma. You approached the round well, splashing water mist being met with sunlight from below, creating a rainbow.

How? It was the middle of the night. Why was the sun inside? You decided not to think about it.

This well was old, dirty from not being used much. See, not many people knew about it. Apparently, it was for those that needed to talk to somebody reallyyyy privately, that’s why it was hidden in the forest, only appearing at night. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you stumbled upon it a couple of years back when you were being chased by wood nymphs for being out at night. They found you, obviously. Punishment was not escapable and you ended up having to clean the stables the day after you got your nails done. Yuck.

Now here you were again, this being the only place where you could speak to your father without anyone finding you. It’s not that you were embarrassed of him per say, it was that you really didn’t want anyone to know that you were a royal. I mean, how ironic was that? A daughter of Aphrodite, a Princess? Forget it. You’d get made fun of for the rest of your life. You especially didn’t want Clarisse to know. She was your girlfriend yes, and this was something very important that you needed to tell her about, but you weren’t sure how’d she react. You knew she wouldn’t make fun of you like others would, but you didn’t know if dating a literal Princess was too much of a deal breaker for her.

Being with a royal was too stressful, there was so much that they’d get criticized for and so little people that they’d be accepted by. Your dad was a King with many past lovers, Aphrodite included. The people loved her, I mean, who wouldn’t? But then she was gone, disappearing the same night she gave birth to you. Your dad knew of her, of this. He knew she’d be gone by the time the sun rose. Yet, he did nothing. Who was he, than just a mortal man? He could not stop a goddess from leaving.

He got with others after that, your dad had a lot of love to give. Maybe that was something that attracted your mother to him. Public lovers were not taken well, the people respected the King, sure, they just didn’t respect his partners. Constant judging, constant eyes following their every move, constant hatred being thrown, constant stress on their shoulders. In the end, they could never take it. Running away or completely disappearing seemed to be something they all had in common. Your father had to give up on love, small secret romances blossomed for a while, but never enough for it to go public.

That is why you were so scared to tell Clarisse of your status. She was smart, she’d realize being with you would not be worth the hassle. She’d leave you just like everyone else left your father. Clarisse was the love of your life, you don’t think you’d be able to handle it if she left.

You threw the drachma in, calling for the rainbow goddess to let you see your father.

“Dad,” you said, once the back of his head was visible.

He jumped, turning around. “Oh! My dearest daughter, you scared me.” He laughed a bit, looking at you with such soft eyes it almost made you cry. “Why are you Iris messaging me at this hour? Isn’t it time for you to be resting?”

You swallowed, a sudden knot appearing in your throat. “I just needed someone to talk to.” Playing with the ring around your finger that Clarisse gave you for your one year anniversary, you choked out. “I have this amazing girlfriend, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me here at camp and—” You stopped talking, taking a small breath, not noticing the familiar figure of Clarisse standing a couple of feet behind you. “—and I’m scared to tell her that I’m not who she thinks I am. That I’m not this girl that just so happens to be a daughter of Aphrodite. I love her so much and I want to tell her about you. I want to bring her to you in person because I want the two people I love the most to meet. But how do I do that when I haven’t even told her I’m a Princess and that the only way you two could meet is if I took her to our royal palace?”

Your father widened his eyes, not expecting his little girl to burst out her feelings just like that. He sighed, glancing behind your shoulder. “If this girl you love so much really loves you like you do her, she wouldn’t care about your status.” Staring at who he assumed was your girlfriend behind you, he continued. “She wouldn’t care that you hid this from her. Instead, she’d try to see it from your point of view.” Moving his eyes away from Clarisse, he looked at you, eyes squinting in light mischief. “You should tell her, she’ll understand. I love you.” Is all he said, before he was gone.

You’re left staring at a rainbow, your dad nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a branch broke from behind you. Turning around quickly, heart beating rapidly, you’re met with the eyes of your girlfriend. You immediately let out a gasp, not knowing she was there.

Clarisse speaks up. “You’re a Princess?”

You felt your mouth dry up. With wide eyes, you respond. “Please don’t hate me! I didn’t know how to tell you!” Walking closer to her, you reached your hands out, grabbing one of her own with both of yours. “Please, you have to understand. I didn’t want this to ruin us.”

She stayed silent.

Silence was haunting, especially coming from Clarisse, someone who was always provoking people and boasting loudly everywhere. You gulped, with lips shaking you asked, “A-are you mad?”

She lets out a huff. Was something funny? Was she annoyed? Angry? Did she not care at all? Those were the questions running through your mind. You’d find out the answers soon enough.

“Woah,” she shook her head, letting you see the slight amused smile on her face. “Me? Mad at you? No fucking way.” She reached her free hand towards your face, moving away the strand of hair that fell slightly over your eye. “It just… surprised me s’ all.”

You let out a breath, relaxing and putting your head against her chest. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to break up with me or something.”

Reaching out again, she placed her forefinger below your chin, raising your head to meet her eyes. “How could I ever break up with someone so beautiful?” She leaned down, your lips grazing against each other’s. “Why would I leave when I can now be your knight in shining armor?” Closing the distance, your eyes fluttered shut. Butterflies were in your stomach just like the first time you two ever kissed. Without your lips separating, she put one arm around your waist, the other grabbing below your thighs, hoisting you up.

“Ah!” you screamed, separating your lips, not expecting it.

Clarisse smirked, seeing you get flustered. “You don’t have any shoes on.” You pouted, putting your arms around her neck so you wouldn’t fall while she walked back (not that she would let you fall off in the first place). “Didn’t think I’d notice, did you, princess?” Teasingly, she used the pet name, now knowing how much truth was behind it.

You whined, pressing your face against her neck. “You’re so unfair. I’m supposed to be the one flustering you.”

“Awe, the princess is mad,” she cooed, letting her lips touch the tip of your ear. “You want me to get on one knee and apologize?”

Clarisse laughed when you let out a loud groan, hitting her lightly on the chest. Smiling, she knew the only way she’d ever leave you was if she was six feet under. And even then, she’d find a way to get back to the land of the living just to be by your side.

The only things heard in the dead of night were the grasshoppers, chirping their little melodies into the darkness. That was until you muttered sleepily, letting out a yawn. “I love you.”

Clarisse repeated after you. “I love you.” Feeling your eyes fluttered close, she followed it with an almost silent “goodnight.”

Now that you were asleep, she felt panic slowly rise, steps quickening to reach the Ares cabin faster. She could only think about two things now.

Holy shit, she’s a Princess. Oh my gods, I met her dad.

[horizon-verizon]

HOTD IS ALREADY A VIOLENTLY ANTI BLACK SHOW BUT RACIST PIGS WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER BLACK GIRL SIDELINED IN FAVOR OF AN IRRELEVANT & UNINTERESTING WHITE NON-CHARACTER.

When Aegon III look at Jaehaera, her face, her eyes, I know he saw Aegon II’s face. With Jaehaera, he can’t escape him, he can’t escape his mother’s violent death, he isn’t allowed to think of anything else, he’s forced to revive his olympic trauma over and over again. But with Daenaera, it’s UTTERLY different.

Jaehera dying is the story coming full circle. A greedy and ambitious hand wanting to make his daughter queen started the war but now his line ended by another greedy and ambitious hand who wanted to make his daughter queen. The point is that the Greens didn’t get what they want in the end because someone, one of their supporters, had the exact same mindset as Otto. Karma got to them. The Greens started this entire war to get their blood on the throne and their last chance to get their victory is dashed by one of their own people doing the same thing to them, GRRM is a genius, it’s ABSOLUTELY PERFECT.

Y’all REFUSE to let Rhaenyra have some crubs, it’s so disgusting. The Greens already have their own victory, Aegon II is the one remembered as king and Rhaenyra as an usurper, but he must also have descendants (the Blackfyres I guess) who tries to usurp Rhaenyra’s descendants and grandsons who became kings ??? OUT OF QUESTION, LET IT GO. You cannot have your cake and eat it too.

The Greens started this entire war to get their blood on the throne and their last chance to get their victory is dashed by one of their own people doing the same thing to them

Heavy on this, anon. In fact, let me go back an insert the part about Jaehaera being the green's last botched "chance".

Anon refers to this post I wrote from a person expressing why they thought Jaehaera's death was "narratively irrelevant". And why Daenaera can still be written in without marrying Aegon.

It's true Aegon the Elder is held as one of the kings in the line of monarchs while she is not. That is not bc she usurped Aegon, but because they wanted to discourage the idea and practice of naming women or girls as heirs altogether. It was about female rulership being made into the cause of disaster or conflict, not Rhaenyra necessarily!

I still don't think Rhaenyra is universally remembered as the/a usurper, because by their own vocabulary Rhaenyra can never be a usurper...she was declared heir by the monarch and held as the true heir for years. Gyldayn calls her "Queen" several times and unironically and out of the then-living people's perspective. To be a usurper, you need to violently or unlawfully seize power, which Rhaenyra never ever did. The greens did that.

Once again, Stannis is not a reliable source to judge history, because the man is a walking self-denier and nihilistic user of fear to get his way. In the actual novels, Rhaenyra is thought of a civil conflict more than the direct cause of one through usurpation and "usurpation" itself is never mentioned unless it's Stannis saying so. And yes, Arianne Martell had the right of it, even though she is also using history for her own claims...the difference is that her reading of history and Rhaenyra's position is correct.

The people who want things to be more "equal" or "balanced" bt the greens and the blacks or have the greens have a sort of victory like the blacks just sound really desperate. And for what? For patriarchy to reaffirm itself deeper than ever and more than if Rhaenyra had just been queen?🙄

[jaegonsmoon]

I love the fics where the three boys are actually trueborn Valeryon-Targarian boys, like Harwin helps Laenor in the bedroom and such. So, like, it's funny imagining that all three are trueborn but they got Nyra's skin color and Rheanys's hair color like "canon" but have that specific Valeryon birthmark except all 3 have it in a very specific place that you can't see like the inner thigh or midback.

So imagine Alicent still tries to start the rumors that they're bastards till someone mentions the boys birthmark and such or Aegon or Aemond mention the birthmark and now Alicent knows she's in shit bc they're trueborn, genetics are just wild.

Or if we go the a/o/b way Aegon and Aemond are mates with Jace and Luke respectively.

Their pups come out with Laenor's skin tone and now THEY'RE the ones who are being called "whores" and whatever till their fathers show the birthmark that comes from Rheanys side of the fam.

so a while ago I made this one shot on twt bc it was inspired by a word prompt over there, but also very slightly inspired by this ask. I totally forgot to post it but I’m doing so now that I remembered. apologies ik is not what you were asking per se but I wanted to let you know that I read you and thought of you when I wrote the last bits of it :)

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I’m posting the ficlet in your answer now, (honestly should’ve done just that fron the start) since ppl in ao3 are straight up miserable and it’s so discouraging to share anything this days anymore. apologies!!

~say yes to heaven~

Pairing: Aemond/Lucerys

Tags: omega Aemond, alpha Lucerys, married aemond, infidelity, Lord of the Tides Lucerys.

For all his mother tried to presume her children marriages, Aemond led a pretty unhappy life. He was married to an alpha who refused to bond with him and refused to give him children until he’d see it ‘fit’—so naturally, the man was not happy when Aemond finally got pregnant.

It had happened after his monthly trip to King’s Landing, where the family had been summoned to attend royal business. His husband didn’t feel like going at that time, which Aemond was relieved about for once. He cherished the distance between him and his husband whenever it was granted.

Being there surrounded by his family put him at ease, something he never felt back at his husband’s. However, there was something Aemond didn't expect and that was to run into his nephew. Lucerys, to be more specific.

Aemond knew the boy was an alpha, though he’d presented a little late. Right after Aemond’s wedding. He remembers his father’s words when they got the news. “Ah, a pity it was so late. If I could’ve known, it would’ve been the perfect match for Aemond.”

His mother had been scandalised at such suggestion. But at that point, begrudgingly so, Aemond wasn’t. Anything would’ve been better than the deal he had gotten. Even if that meant that he’d be mated to the boy who took his eye and maimed him.

At least he would be bonded.

Lucerys was growing into a fine man. He’d gotten tall and was buffing out a bit. His face remained boyish looking, but he could see the resemblance of Harwin Strong starting to bleed through—but even then, he could see so much of his sister in him, too. He was beautiful, his nephew, there was no point in denying that fact. Joyful and free spirited. He was a prince of the realm and a soon-to-be Lord of the Tides. And Aemond found himself wishing it had really been him. Because even in the remaining bitterness he inevitably still held against his nephew, he could see his gentleness. And perhaps, Aemond, can’t help but delude himself, he could’ve even been happy.

A lot ended up happening on this trip. Aemond’s father, the King, died that week, and everything was a mess. He knew of his grandfather’s displeasure of his sister’s claim to the throne, he knew how he would still try to pull and stir some shit against the rightful heir, despite his mother siding with Rhaenyra. She at last recognised none son of hers had a claim to the throne after Viserys made it clear countless of times.

Aegon was an omega as well, happily mated and married to Jacaerys, they already had three children. He would be Queen consort eventually, that eased their mother a bit. In truth, neither Aemond, Aegon nor Daeron cared for the metal chair. And still—even when some stuff went down, Rhaenyra’s coronation still happened right after Viserys II’s funeral, and everything went according to plan.

Aemond got pissed drunk that day.

Along with Aegon, Jace and Luke who joined them last. Joffrey and Daeron were not here. They were in Essos, studying in the free cities because they were betas and had that kind of freedom. They also had privilege.They missed their mother and sister’s succession because they were too far away to arrive in time. Meanwhile Aemond was stuck, playing the sad, pathetic trophy wife to someone who didn’t even want the trophy. ‘Nor did he fucking deserved it.’ Those had been Luke’s words.

He’d continued to whine and complain about it all, he didn’t care. The drinks kept coming so the more he talked. One thing led to the other and the next thing he knew he was back in his chambers, mouth and body being devoured by his nephew’s perfect mouth. He’d never come so many times in a row. Hell, he had never come by somebody else’s ministrations at all before.

He’d like to say that it was the alcohol that led him to make this disgraceful deed, but it wasn’t. Because it kept happening. Again, and again, and again. And he let his nephew knot him each time. Because Aemond didn’t give a fuck anymore. He was tired of feeling so unwanted. So unloved. Luke made him see stars. He gave him a taste of life in each kiss, in every single touch of his hands and lips. He didn’t care. In fact, he wanted to be so full of his bastard nephew that he would bear him his own bastards.

Luke almost bites him. Multiple times, and Aemond almost let him. He wanted to let him, but he knew better, they both did.

And that’s how Aemond returned to what he was forced to call home. So well fucked and with his bastard nephew’s seed growing inside him.

His husband didn’t notice, why would he? The fool was always drunk out of his mind. When he had questioned Aemond, telling him he couldn’t recall; all he’d say was “You were drunk, dear, it was right before I left.” And they left it at that, his husband threw a fit about this not being the right time, something about how Rhaenyra’s succession had been disgraceful for their business and his house was losing money like crazy. Aemond didn’t care, he didn’t even listen most of the time. All he could feel and think was the life that grew inside his womb every day, and how it was not tainted by that scumbag, but blessed by the fire and blood he and his baby’s true sire shared.

When Aemond had his son, he had him in King’s Landing. He’d spoken to his mother stating his wish and how he wanted good maesters. He didn’t trust anyone in his lord husband’s wretched place. His mother had spoken to his sister and Rhaenyra had gladly accepted, so when there were only two moons before his labours, he moved to the Keep.

The absence of his lord husband was very much felt as the days passed. Aemond sat by one of weirwood trees in the Godswood one afternoon when the Queen approached him. They shared small talk and some sweets she’d summoned for them. Aemond was obsessed with cranberry tarts recently.

She then cornered him. “Tell me brother, how are you, truly?”

The day was sunny and warm, but breezy. Aemond took in a deep breath before he answered his sister-queen.

“As of right now, I am well enough. I like being here, it’s— I feel like it does me good.” He replied sincerely.

Rhaenyra hummed, a gesture that made them so similar at times; she schooled him. “What about your marriage?”

Aemond didn’t catch the way his body tensed in time to mask it, yet his face remained impassive. “What of it?”

“Are you content?”

He pursed his lips and kept quiet, trying to find a way to make it sound the less miserable he could.

“Because if you’re not, all you have to do is ask.” She said after taking his silence for what it was: no.

“Ask?” Aemond winced.

The Queen nodded. “You say the word and I will annul it. There’s no reason for you to be in an uncomfortable or unlovable situation. It’s not benefiting anyone, I don’t need any alliances with your lord husband, he’s not the heir of his house. His brother and father are already sworn to me. As for the child, they’re a Targaryen firstmost, no disgrace will fall upon them, or you, the Queen’s younger brother. Not under my rule.”

Aemond let her words settle, words that filled him with both, relief and dread. It meant the world to him to finally have somebody on his side, to have his back this way, but also that could mean other things. Like a chance to properly be with the one he truly loved. It made him chilly, though, the thought of not being loved the same way in return. The possibilities both scared him and freed him.

“Thank you, your grace.”

Lucerys had come to visit upon learning that Aemond was back in King’s Landing, alone. The alpha flew often from Driftmark.

The second the alpha approached him at night upon his arrival, he'd cornered him, scenting viciously at his neck. “It’s mine, isn’t it?” One of his hands cradled his swollen stomach gently. “I put that baby in your belly?”

Aemond moaned softly, his knees almost giving out.

“Yes,” he’d admitted against his mouth, a private whisper. Then he tried to bite down a smile as he spoke again. “I’m giving you a bastard, bastard.”

Lucerys made sweet, deep love to him that night. It was their truth.

When the baby was born, his husband had been summoned. It was his duty, plus the Queen’s orders. He wasn’t in the birthing room, Dowager Queen Alicent, his mother, was instead.

Aemond birthed a son with violet eyes and soft brown hair that curled at the ends. A curious thing, because his husband was a ginger with icy blue eyes.

But not as curious as the peculiar birthmark the boy carried on one of his little wrists.

“You did well, brother.” Queen Rhaenyra says as she holds her nephew for the first time.

Aemond could only smile a little from where he rested on his bed now. Lucerys was there too, he just arrived quietly. Aemond acknowledged him with a meaningful look.

“How adorable,” Rhaenyra cooed, playing with the newborn baby’s small hand, now tracing the birthmark she noticed there. “You know, Lucerys has the same unique birthmar—” she cut herself off immediately, and the room went tensely quiet.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Hiiiiiiiii hdisjxksjdj I have 2 ideas for the fic writing request! Feel free to choose whichever one you'd like to do or both! 💝💝💝 love youuu

1: Steve's parents meet his new friends and are shocked at how happy he is. + they see that Steve and his friends all wear a similar-style friendship bracelet made by the kids.

2: platonic stobin with the song lyric (brother by Kodaline: I took out the chorus bc it doesn't match here):

When we were young we were the ones

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

We smoked cigarettes, man, no regrets

Wish I could relive every single word

We've taken different paths

And travelled different roads

I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

we'll go deeper than the ink

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

Though we don't share the same blood

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth

We're living different lives

Heaven only knows

If we'll make it back with all our fingers and our toes

Five years, twenty years, come back

It will always be the same

ANOTHA ONE (BUT ACTUALLY TWO)! This first one for some reason got me fucked up. I wrote so much, then 75% of the way through, I hated it and deleted it and started over. The second one was a lot easier, but I did get a little carried away (could have gotten MORE carried away if I didn't have a tiny bit of self control left). ANYWAYS YAY FOR FINISHING ONE OF MY CLASSES WITH A 94 AND BEING ABLE TO POST THESE! LOTS OF LOVE BABEYYYY - Mickala ❤️

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PROMPT 1

“Where is it?”

Steve was panicking.

Okay, panicking might be dramatic.

It was just a bracelet.

But it wasn’t just a bracelet, actually.

El made them for everyone. They all matched, but she’d added everyone’s initials to theirs so it was still special for each of them.

When she gave Steve his, he hid in the bathroom and cried.

Despite being the King for years, he’d never had any friends like the kids and Robin.

Eddie either, but he’d already passed the line of “friends” into “love of his life”, so he didn’t count.

So when he looked down while he was cooking and realized it wasn’t wrapped around his wrist the way it had been for months, he started to worry.

When he couldn’t find it in the kitchen or the path from the kitchen to the car or the car itself or his bedroom or his bathroom, he started to feel a weight settle in his chest.

He wouldn’t give up yet though. He’d gone outside to check the chemicals in the pool this morning, maybe it had fallen off there.

Just when he was about to go look, he heard a car door slam. Then another one. Then keys at the front door.

Of all the times for his parents to decide they live here, they choose now? When he’d abandoned the casserole he was making on the counter and turned most of the place upside down in the last hour looking for his bracelet?

He took a deep breath, ready to try to brush aside the panic to make sure they didn’t find his behavior unacceptable or suspicious.

“Oh good. You’re home.”

Anne Harrington’s voice used to make Steve relax. She wasn’t ever a great mother, but she was at least here until he hit middle school. Her presence, her voice usually made his dad remain calm.

But when she started going away with his dad, her voice became a dreaded sound.

Instead of it easing the tension he held in his back and jaw, it caused the tension to arrive faster.

Richard Harrington was the root cause of all of that tension, though.

“What’s going on in here?”

Steve tried to make himself appear smaller, that’s what his dad liked from him, and that’s what kept him safe.

“You caught me as I was making dinner. I haven’t been able to clean up yet.”

“Is that a casserole?”

Anne was walking up to the counter, peering down at the casserole dish as she spoke.

“Yes. I’m having friends over later.”

He was at least. Before his parents made a surprise visit.

Just as he checked the clock to see if he had time to call everyone to cancel, he heard more car doors.

Fuck, how late was it?

6:30. Shit.

Of course the one time Eddie gets everyone here on time is the one time his parents decide to show up.

El had joined this campaign at the insistence of Eddie and Will, so he knew she’d notice his bracelet was missing.

He couldn’t let her close enough to see.

No hug hello. No sitting in the room while they played. No hugging goodbye.

He could do that.

El barged in the house first, excitement palpable before she even made it into the kitchen.

“Who the hell is this?”

The voices of the others could be heard walking through the door as El froze with wide eyes.

“Mom, Dad, this is El. She’s Chief Hopper’s daughter? I babysat her.”

They looked at him like he’d grown three heads.

“Steve! Tell Dustin that I’m supposed to be the fun parent!”

Steve’s face paled. Eddie.

Every possible reaction his parents could have ran through Steve’s mind as he actually did start to panic.

Suddenly, everyone from Hellfire was standing in his kitchen. With his parents.

And an uncooked casserole.

He reached for the bracelet on his wrist, then remembered he lost it, and then he felt the sting of tears in his eyes. He couldn’t cry in front of his parents.

He walked out of the room, ignoring the confused stares and murmurs from everyone, including his mother.

He walked up the stairs, to his bedroom, then fell on his bed.

No tears fell, but they were there, waiting. For what, he didn’t know.

He could hear footsteps outside of his room. A pause. A gentle knock.

“Steve?”

His mother.

She opened the door slowly, probably just as nervous as he suddenly was.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure,” he managed to choke out.

His mom sat on the edge of the bed, leaving enough space between them that he couldn’t feel any warmth from her, which is how it’s always been.

“We probably should have called.”

It wasn’t an apology, just a statement. More for her than him since she was feeling just as awkward about this as he was.

“Those kids are the ones you babysat?”

“Yeah.”

“They’ve gotten quite big, haven’t they?”

Steve had no idea what she was doing, but he could answer her questions.

“Yeah. Don’t really need me anymore.”

“They’re here, though.”

“I’ll send them home,” Steve started to get up, but his mom’s hand on his shoulder kept him from standing.

“Don’t. We just dropped by to grab a few things. We have a flight in a few hours.”

Ah. So they weren’t staying. If he hadn’t been home when they got here, he probably never would have even known they were here.

For some reason, that hurt. Even after all these years, all these times being left alone.

“They must really love you.”

Her voice sounded different, shaky. Like she was actually trying to show an emotion other than passiveness or disappointment.

She was holding something, he could see her rubbing her fingers along whatever it was.

And then he caught the bright pink.

His bracelet.

“Where did you find that?”

“It was on the ground by the front door. Your father didn’t see it, but I picked it up. Thought it may have belonged to a girl you brought home. Then I saw what all those kids were wearing and saw your initials on it.” She handed him the bracelet and he felt relief wash over him. “You’re lucky to have them.”

He looked at her. Her lips wobbling, her eyes watery, like she was actually happy for him, or maybe a little sad about something else.

Regret. That’s what that look was.

“I wish I had known that you had so many people who love you. I wish I had been here to see you find happiness. You didn’t have any for so long.”

She’d seen it then. She’d seen the way he had to fight loneliness despite being surrounded by people at school. She’d seen the way his face dropped every time they told him they were going on another business trip, how he started to hate that they even bothered to come home at all. She’d seen the way he filled his home with idiot teenagers who barely respected him or the house, who just wanted a place to drink away from their parent’s prying eyes.

She’d seen it and let him feel that hurt anyway.

She still didn’t say she was sorry.

But he thought about if he even wanted that now. If he could even believe it or accept it coming from her.

Probably not.

He took the bracelet from her and wrapped it around his wrist, tightening the string until it was snug.

“I didn’t have anyone for so long because you didn’t seem to think I needed anyone. I don’t know who I would be without them. They’ve done more for me than you or dad ever have, and that’s why I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” Steve sighed. It was exhausting that he even had to say this. “You’re right, though. I am lucky to be loved by them. This bracelet is just one of the physical reminders of that. Thanks for finding it.”

A single tear fell from her eyes, but Steve wasn’t going to let himself feel bad. She could have done this years ago when he needed it most.

Now he had those kids downstairs. He had Eddie. He had Robin. Joyce and Hopper. Claudia. Even the Wheelers.

Suddenly, Eddie was standing in his door, a panicked look on his face.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” He wasn’t. “You may need to come downstairs. Erica’s kind of doing that thing she does with your dad.”

Steve’s eyes widened while his mom just looked confused.

Then he heard it.

He jumped up and ran down the stairs, Eddie close on his heels.

“...and another thing! This house isn’t even decorated nicely! You have all this money, right? Why don’t you spend it on things that actually look good? Or a couch that’s actually comfy. How am I supposed to sleep on a piece of plywood with itchy fabric on it? Have you ever tried to sleep on that couch? Probably not since you can’t be bothered to come home.”

Steve put his hand on Erica’s shoulder while he glanced over at his father’s red face. He obviously wasn’t going to do anything to a child, but he didn’t want to take any risks, not with the kids he loved so much.

“Alright, everyone in the dining room! Get your game setup while I put the casserole in the oven.”

Erica glared up at him, but relented when everyone started moving towards the dining room.

Eddie watched as she left too, but he remained next to Steve.

Steve turned to face his father, who was certainly going to have a lot to say to him, but would probably wait until he was alone.

“The neighbor told me you had kids coming and going from here all the time, but I thought they were losing it. Especially when they said that the Munson van was parked in the driveway most nights. I guess they aren’t losing it, after all.”

His tone was outwardly calm, but Steve was well-versed in the silent rage boiling underneath.

He was also well-versed in how his father refused to make their family look bad, even if it was just a bunch of kids.

“They needed a place to play their game. I have plenty of room. It keeps them out of trouble and happy. I get to have people in the house. It’s a win win.”

Steve wasn’t usually this bold with his father, but he knew he was fine with Eddie next to him and his family in the next room.

His dad grunted and looked down at the bracelet wrapped around Steve’s wrist, and the matching one wrapped around Eddie’s.

Steve could feel his brain trying to figure everything out. He didn’t say anything to help.

“I’m sure your mother mentioned we’re just grabbing some things and leaving,” Richard finally said.

“She did.”

“Make sure the house is clean before we get back.”

“Which will be…?”

“Within the next few weeks.”

“Sure.”

They weren’t gonna be back in a few weeks. They probably wouldn’t be back for months, if ever.

Steve noticed that they barely had any of their personal belongings left in the house. He noticed that they had been slowly moving out of the house since his senior year of high school. He noticed that they rarely got mail delivered anymore, and that they didn’t send the gardener or pool cleaner by unless they were coming home.

He knew they had another house in upstate New York, one he’d never even been to and only found out about because his dad’s secretary mentioned it the last time he’d called looking for them.

He figured if they were coming back in a few weeks, it would probably be to tell him they were selling this house and he had to leave.

Which was fine.

He looked down at his bracelet as his dad left the kitchen, tugging on the end of it to make it even tighter.

He had people who would help him if he got kicked out. He had family.

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PROMPT 2

In 1987, Robin Buckley leaves for college.

They knew it was coming, her gap year truly could only be a year, after all.

Steve tried to put on a brave face.

He was proud of her, of course. She got into Purdue on one of the hardest academic scholarships to get. They’d let her, even encouraged her, to take the gap year, postponing her scholarship for her new start date.

She was leaving tomorrow and Steve didn’t know how to say goodbye.

Eddie was helping with some of the last minute packing she had to do, but he was trying to stay out of their way, give them time and space to enjoy what time they had left.

Suddenly, Steve knew what he needed to do.

“Eds?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve got supplies for tattoos right?”

“Tattoos, plural? Going from none to multiple in one go may not be a great idea, sweetheart.”

Robin was watching their interaction with curious eyes, but wasn’t saying anything.

“No, just one for me. But maybe one for Robin too?” He pointed the question at her, giving her a small smile.

“What? A tattoo? Now?”

“If you want. Just something small for us to have before you go.”

Maybe it was a stupid idea.

It’s not like she was leaving the damn country. He’d probably see her once a month at least.

But he was scared that she’d get to college and find a lot of smart friends who could keep up with her and find fewer reasons to visit here, and then Steve wouldn’t be able to convince her to stick around and he’d be alone.

A tattoo would at least ensure she was thinking of him, too.

“What would we get?”

“What about an ice cream cone?”

“Or a scoop?”

Eddie laughed. “You really want me to tattoo ice cream scoops on your bodies? Forever? You know these are permanent.”

Steve and Robin giggled together and nodded.

So it was settled.

They finished what they had to, waving a quick goodbye to Robin’s parents and letting them know she’d be back late. They reminded her they were heading out early in the morning and she ignored them. When they got to Eddie’s trailer, the nerves sunk in for both of them. Not enough to avoid getting the tattoos, but enough to make them hold hands while Eddie prepped the tattoo gun and ink for Steve.

“Alright, where do you want it big boy?”

He pointed to his ankle and looked at Robin, who nodded back at him in agreement.

So Eddie began.

Steve flinched at the first few lines in his skin, but got used to it quickly.

Robin held his hand and watched, talking to him about random things that she thought of that they could do when he visited her on campus.

Eddie finished quickly, smiling up at them both.

When he cleaned up and set up the new needle and ink for Robin, Steve held her hand and talked about all the things he was excited for her to do when she left. He even joked that she’d probably find a girlfriend in her Women’s Studies course.

“I mean that class is just gonna be a bunch of queer women, you better make a move.”

“You don’t know that!” she exclaimed while rolling her eyes.

When Robin’s tattoo was done, they smiled at each other. Robin kissed Eddie’s cheek in thanks and Steve kissed his lips, whispering a quiet thanks against them.

Even if Robin moved on, they’d always have this.

—-------

In 1991, shortly after Robin managed to graduate from school, Steve and Eddie had a massive fight.

They’d never had one before, not like this.

Not one that led to Eddie walking out and staying with Wayne.

Steve’s first call was to Wayne, making sure Eddie was safe.

His second call was to Robin, begging her to come stay with him for a few days so he wouldn’t have to be alone.

He hadn’t been alone in his house since the fall of 1986 and it was suddenly bigger and quieter than ever.

She quickly drove to him, knowing he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t struggling.

When she arrived, Steve sobbed into her shoulder for hours, not even saying anything, not really able to. She let him, didn’t offer any words of comfort, just running her hands through his hair and making sure he kept breathing in and out.

Eventually, she asked.

“I thought you guys were doing great. What happened?”

Steve shrugged, but he knew. He knew that for a few weeks now Eddie had been working a lot more, that Steve had been working a lot more, both of them trying to save money to buy a house that wasn’t a constant reminder of everything bad in their lives. He knew that neither of them were giving each other the attention they deserved. He knew the tiny little snippy comments they both were giving each other kept adding up into a form of resentment he didn’t think either of them could’ve been capable of. He knew when he missed their date because he forgot to call when he found out about the overtime he was scheduled for, it would lead to a pissed off Eddie.

“We’re just under a lot of stress right now.”

“Worse than the literal end of the world?”

“No. Just. Real life is kind of harder sometimes. Is that crazy to think?”

“I guess not. But you guys love each other more than anything. This is just a bump, right?”

“I dunno. He’s staying with Wayne for a bit.”

“How long is a bit?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say. Wayne said he’s barely seen him.”

“Maybe he just needs to cool off. Bet he’ll be back tomorrow.”

But he wasn’t. He wasn’t back that week at all. Robin had to go back to campus to pack before they locked her out permanently, so he was left to work and come home to an empty house.

It sucked, point blank.

But Wayne called him every night before he left for work, and Steve knew that at least Eddie was safe, still going to work, still eating.

The day Robin was supposed to be back, Eddie showed up. He let himself in, which was a good sign. He sat down next to Steve on the couch, another good sign. He sighed, not a great sign, but maybe not a bad one.

He looked at Steve with tears in his eyes.

“I wanna come home.”

Steve let out a sob and folded into Eddie’s chest, Eddie wrapping his arms around him and kissing the top of his head.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Sh. I’m sorry too, Stevie.”

When Robin arrived, she saw them asleep on the couch, thankfully fully dressed, and smiled to herself. She made her way up to the guest room that was basically hers and went to sleep, content with knowing that she’d gotten Steve through.

—--------

In 1997, Robin lands her dream job offer. Things move quickly. She’s supposed to fly to Italy in three days, but she’s stuck on how to tell Steve.

Steve and Eddie moved to Boston when she did, insisting that they wanted to live a city life. Now that the kids were all gone, they had no reason to stay in Hawkins.

They sold the Harrington mansion, then their own home, and found a nice two bedroom apartment on the outskirts of the city. Steve worked in a bakery, so his hours were a bit all over the place depending on the season. Eddie worked as a sound mixer at a record label, which wasn’t his dream job, but close enough that he was happy.

Robin had been working as a tutor for years, enjoying the one on one with teenagers who needed the extra help in their high school foreign language classes. It didn’t pay much, but it was enough.

But she applied to be a teacher, part of a study abroad project for prospective Boston University students that reached 24 different countries. She didn’t really expect to get it, her experience and education level not quite where most of the other applicants were.

But she’d impressed the interviewers with her knowledge of multiple languages, not just fluency in one. They expressed immediate interest and asked her which country she’d prefer.

She told them she preferred Italy, but hadn’t expected to get her first choice.

She did.

And now she had to tell Steve she was leaving the country for at least a year.

She called Eddie first to warn him. He was excited for her, of course, but nervous about how Steve would react.

They frequently joked that she was the side chick in their relationship because Steve would cancel plans just to hang out with Robin. Even as grown adults with grown adult responsibilities, Eddie had to remind them to get some sleep during sleepovers like they were teenagers.

He thought it was adorable.

He told her to come over for dinner, she could talk to him then and he would be there as backup.

So she did.

And it went okay at first. Steve was so excited for her, he kept talking about how she could send real Italian chocolate like he got on a vacation with his parents when he was young.

But then it seemed to slowly sink in what this meant.

No more random meetups in the city for coffee or drinks, no more dinners here at their apartment, calls would have to be scheduled in advance because of the time difference. No hugs or cuddling for a year.

“Maybe we could try to come visit in a few months?” He looked at Eddie hopefully.

“Maybe, sweetheart,” Eddie responded with a small smile.

He knew their finances weren’t bad, but a trip to Italy certainly wasn’t something they were prepared for. Plus, taking that much time off of work would be difficult. They didn’t have another sound mixer right now, which meant if he missed more than a day or two, they’d pretty much have to close up shop.

“I mean, I’m sure with what they’re paying me, I could probably come visit during the Christmas break,” Robin added, though she didn’t sound so sure.

Eddie squeezed Steve’s knee, sensing the tears he was trying to hold back.

“We’ve got time to figure it out.”

Nothing got planned for a while though, because Robin was busier than expected.

She worked six days a week, and on the seventh day, she was usually still grading papers or setting up meetings with the other teachers in the program.

Steve felt like he was fighting constantly for her attention, which wasn’t fair to think because she was just doing her job.

Eddie knew he was getting into a depressive episode about a month in.

He called Robin while Steve was asleep, coming up with a plan to get him out of it before it got bad.

“I’ve got enough money for the flight, but we need somewhere to stay. I think I can swing five days off for both of us if I tell his boss what’s going on. But I can’t do it for at least a month.”

“Okay, just stay with me. I have a pull out couch. My neighbor brings me so much food all the time, I’m sure she’ll wanna feed you both too. I still have to work, but you can explore while I do. Have you guys even taken a real vacation before?”

“Does visiting Dustin count?”

“No.”

“Then, no.”

The plan was in place. Steve remained sad, but Robin tried to call as often as she could.

But almost exactly one month later, Steve came home to Eddie packing luggage. His heart stopped for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

Eddie smiled at him, walking over to wrap his arms around him.

“Packing for our trip.”

“What trip?”

“To Italy.”

Steve’s heart started racing.

“What?”

“Gotta get you to see your girl, don’t I? She’s got a couch with our name on it.”

Steve cried for the next hour, leaving wet kisses on Eddie’s cheeks and lips as he helped pack.

When they arrived in Italy, Robin was at the airport holding the chocolates Steve so desperately wanted, but he didn’t care about in that moment.

He was back with his platonic soulmate.

—------

Being engaged wasn’t that important to Steve or Eddie. They couldn’t legally get married anyway, so what was the point of the whole song and dance of asking and wearing a ring?

They’d belonged to each other for so long, it wasn’t necessary.

But in 2003, Eddie changed his mind.

It happened because Robin said something about how marriage equality was looking more likely, like maybe she could actually marry her girlfriend who followed her back from Italy.

And Eddie couldn’t have Robin get engaged before him.

So he found a ring, just a simple gold band with a single diamond. He got it engraved to say “scar on my heart” which was the title of the first song Eddie wrote about Steve for Steve.

He made plans. He called the kids and made them swear not to say anything.

He called Robin and asked if she could be there.

But he should have known Robin couldn’t keep a secret.

“I’m just so excited!”

“For what? It’s just ice cream at the park,” Steve said curiously.

“It’s not just ice cream! It’s a big moment!”

And then she realized what she said. Eddie glared at her.

“What’s the big moment?”

Eddie sighed. He could just say Robin was being dramatic, but Steve wouldn’t buy it, not with the way she looked guilty of murder now.

“I have something to ask you.”

Maybe Steve would leave it.

“What is it? Why does Robin need to be there? Just ask me now.”

Guess not.

“Since I can never have plans that work, fine.” Eddie pulled the box out of his pocket, sending one more glare at Robin, who already had tears in her eyes. He started to drop to one knee but felt hands on his arms.

“Wait! Are you proposing to me?”

“Uh. Trying to, yes.”

Steve started laughing. Not really the reaction he was hoping for.

Then, he pulled a box from his pocket.

Robin clapped and cheered from the side while Eddie just stared in disbelief.

“What?”

“I called Robin to come this weekend so I could propose!”

“But. I called her to come!”

“You both are dinguses! Eddie called me an hour before Steve did if it matters, but you both are ridiculous.”

They looked at each other and laughed as Robin’s words sank in.

“I guess I know your answer then,” Eddie said.

“Ask me anyway.”

“Yeah, I came all this way to see proposals, give me a show!” Robin exclaimed loudly.

“You just need ideas for your girlfriend.”

“Shut up.”

Eddie turned to Steve, got down on one knee, and smiled up at him.

“We’re living in a time where we might be able to actually get married and there is nothing I want more than to be able to call you my husband. I’ve loved you for nearly 20 years, and I know I’ll love you more in the next 20, and the 20 after that. What do you say, big boy? Wanna marry me?”

Steve was crying and Eddie could hear Robin sniffling to the side.

“Yeah, I do.”

Eddie placed the ring on Steve’s finger and kissed him so hard, Robin groaned.

“Okay, my turn.”

Eddie stood up with a smirk as Steve got down on one knee.

“Eds, I’ve never been that great with words, but you’ve loved me anyway. Even when I may not have deserved it, even when it may have been hard, even before I was ready to love you back. I’m not going anywhere no matter what the law says, but I want you to wear this so you know I’m all in. Will you be all in too?”

Robin was crying harder now, but Eddie didn’t care.

He nodded and let Steve place the ring on his finger.

Then they both pulled Robin into a hug, all of them crying into each other’s shoulders.

It made sense that she was here for this. She was Steve’s other half, Eddie was just an addition, and he was fine with that.

[avesgraveyard]

Ok so like I just read the newest chapter of iwsily and. Ok obvs it was incredible and amazing writing and I adored it but like!!!

Like yes I do see Evan’s side and I get that as his friends, they want to protect him and all that but like! God I feel so bad for Barty rn. Like he’s losing his best friend, every single one of his friends is acting like he’s not good enough for Evan, and then even regulus is too. And that must hurt so bad for Barty bc obv he has trust issues and like probably his friends are like his family now that his mom is dead but like now his friends are turning on him too? And he can’t even talk to his best friend about grieving his mom’s death?

God and the end of the ch 😭 it’s like I’m sure Barty must have been so hurt when he put himself through sleeping with his best friend (reg) that he def KNEW was in love with someone else but that he liked too much to NOT sleep with. And then obv reg chose James and I’m sure Barty knew that would happen but he was probably just trying so hard to be delulu and then reg didn’t chose him and he probably has issues from that 😭 is that why his relationships don’t last or is that his family trauma and then now for Evan to reject him and chose some other guy he doesn’t even know?? Like damn that’s a blow. And the cherry on top is the shit Reg said to him. Not that Barty WASNT being an asshole but like. Come on.

Obv for evan, his relationship w Barty weighs heavily on his self esteem, ED, and mental health so it makes sense that his friends want to protect him and the potentially toxic relationship he and Barty have. It makes sense and I’m glad they’re supporting Evan but like. Can Barty have a shoulder to cry on too 😭

((Lmaooo this got so long, I just had so many feelings))

babe i swear to you, not everyone is team lets hate on barty, and reg is just doing it to protect evan because he wants to be able to help. evan gets a big fat hug next chapter, and you're so right about barty not being able to talk to evan about his mums death, its so upsetting lol i have no idea why i wrote it like that.

RIGHT?? bartys self hatred/only doing shit that makes me feel good in the moment so there must be no consequences later theme is not great, and he was so deep in the delulu that nothing bad would happen that when reg chose james he was like oh???? he's got so much relationship trauma BLESS HIM. evan has not chosen mateo i swear, he's just... exploring... meeting new people.

evan has a lot of baggage and dorcas/reg do now know that, he doesn't want to bog himself down with past trauma again because he is now a highly self esteemed KING and he deserves it, but in doing so he his also hurting our poor, poor barty. barty needs a shoulder to cry on i totes agree.

thank you!!!! i love love love this, mwah

[zukkaart]

Hello fellow worms haver. I was listening to a playlist of songs Pete wentz wrote about Mikey way because I’m insane and I. The take over the break’s over by fob. Is giving me zukka worms. Like if they had a Thing before Zuko became fire lord and then it sort of stopped for a while because appearances and Zuko has to be as legitimate as possible so people take him seriously and Sokka only sort of understands why Zuko can’t be with him anymore 😭😭😭 and then later they get back together (sort of because they never really were together but also they never really broke up) because there has to be a happy ending or I’ll die. But like. That middle period of I can’t see my boyfriend because he’s the fire lord now and we had so much fun before and now everything sucks and I miss him 😭😭 (from Sokka) and oh my god I’m so overwhelmed I don’t know what’s going on anymore and I wish Sokka were here but the guards talk and I can’t let rumors get out that will put his life in danger and question my legitimacy (from Zuko). Mutual pining after already having had something together. Hhhhhhhhhhhhgg

Omg omg yes! (Also I love that song and I hope they play it bc I’m seeing them in a couple of weeks)

But I submit this for your consideration: The Fire Nation is a LOT more strict on their rules regarding what is “proper” and “right”. We already know that they take marital fidelity and bloodlines very seriously.

Although they are the only nation with women in their armies during the period where the show takes place but that’s a topic for another day

BUT in the SWT it’s not like that. No one cares what you do or who you do as long as you’re contributing to the community- I mean in that terrain who can blame them? They’ve got bigger things to worry about with such limited resources.

So when Sokka and Zuko start getting closer and closer Sokka is absolutely ecstatic but Zuko is terrified, because he knows that eventually he will become Firelord and the prejudices of his people or advisors will not be undone overnight.

Finally, before the day of Sozin’s comet Sokka finally figures “screw it, if we’re all maybe going to die I want him to know how I feel and that I want to be with him” but Zuko ever our king of reality and also consistently making the most awkward and wrong decisions ever says something like-

“I can’t be with you for the sake of my people, I have to look strong and traditional and put together, I can’t give them any reason to doubt my position as leader. They will already see me as young and inexperienced”

And to his credit- Sokka understands, relationships can be distracting and I mean he does have to rebuild the ideologies of a whole nation, he feels content with getting off his chest and carry’s on.

However, his beliefs come shattering to the ground when he sees Zuko, standing in front of his people, with Mai at his side.

Sokka is smart but takes things personally- and he’s never been exposed to the prejudices that exist in the Firenation so he can’t put two and two together and concludes that he is the problem and that Zuko simply didn’t feel the same way. But why wouldn’t he just say that?

After months of keeping it cool he finally snaps and storms into Zukos room.

Sokka: okay cut the shit! What’s your problem?!

Zuko: *going through a million correspondences* Uh… nothing? Sokka are you okay? [he stands and walks over to him]

Sokka: No I am not okay! If you didn’t want to be with me you should have just SAID THAT! Instead of claiming that you had to look strong and then picking MAI to stand at your side instead of me! And one more-

Zuko: Sokka I want it to be you

Sokka: *scoffs* Oh you want- wait. What?

Zuko: I want it to be you standing next to me

Sokka: Then why can’t I be?

Zuko: You really don’t understand?

And of course Sokka doesn’t so they have to have a whole conversation about how the FN sees “right” and “wrong” relationships and how that’s what Zuko was talking about changing that night.

Sokka: So, it’s not that you don’t want to be with me?

Zuko: No nagliga, not at all.

(Nagliga means “my love” in Inuktitut, sorry I’m soft for Zuko taking the time to learn Sokkas native tongue)

[plushie-sentai]

Tagged by @stickers-on-a-laptop ! Tysm!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five! Not a lot atm but I used to write a lot on wattpad as well 😅

2. What is your AO3 word count?

11,227 words :P

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Tokusatsu! Namely Kamen Rider Build and King Ohger atm, but I also have a planned Ex-Aid fic (and some old my little pony fics I may move over from wattpad lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by Kudos?

Since I only have five, my top three are

Getting to Know the Boogeyman

Of Courtship & Coccinelles and

Red Looks Good on You

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!

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

Definitely Sento’s Wandering Mind, the whole thing is a vent piece and I heavily relate to Sento so it’s more of personal processing than anything lmao

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

Probably Of Courtship & Coccinelles! I write most stuff with fluffy endings but that one definitively ends on a bright note

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope!

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

I’ve written two smut pieces so far, which is a huge step for me personally for many reasons, but they’re both best match fics :3 one angst, one fun and sexy. Honestly I draw more of it than I write it lol

10. Do you write crossovers? I hate the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I’m not much for writing crossovers BUT the exaid fic I’ve had in the works for a while technically is one bc it’s hatsune Miku as a bugster lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no but would be neat :)

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

Not on AO3 but I love bouncing ideas off of people and also working on characters together, esp mine and @chilipepperconverse ‘s KR OCs :3 actually I used to co-write with friends all the time in middle school when we wrote together.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Bonkers ass question but rn my answer would probably be Bravesnipe?? But I feel like there’s definitely ones I’m crazier abt out there. Maybe sonotaro…

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

Unfortunately probably the Miku exaid fic ;-; the concept is fun and cute but with some stuff I get an outline or somethin cookin and then it never sees the light of day again

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at detailed descriptions and visuals. I’m much more an artist than a writer, so I’ve spoken before about how I view my stories like written descriptions of story boards, and I absolutely love to try and paint a picture with my words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

In my actual writing I’m unsure and would love to hear any feedback, but for me it’s actually just GETTINg myself to write. It takes a lot of mental energy to start the task and I can never really make myself do it, it’s only when I’m in a rare and intense mood for writing somethin that I’ve got a REALLY solid idea on. That’s mostly why I’ve got so few fics. I have more ideas, but it’s difficult to get myself to a point with any of them where I’ll actually write any of it out lol

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

Personally I think it’s neat when other people do it, but unless it’s French I probably never will. Even then I’d be so nervous about getting it wrong I’d probably find some kinda work around

19. First fandom you wrote for?

On AO3 it’s King Ohger, but in reality…. Oh boy. Warriors fanfic abt my sonas when I was like 10? Outside of OCs my first canon-aligned fanfic was probably one of the my little pony ones on wattpad. I did mostly original character stuff when I wrote frequently as a tween so I guess I didn’t start with fanfic until like a year or two ago.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I only have a few so I’m proud of them all for different reasons, but I think Sento’s Wandering Mind is one that I’m particularly fond of even tho it didn’t do as well as the others. It’s conceptually something I’ve been trying to put into words for a long time, and it was my first foray into writing anything REMOTELY sexual, which was a huge jump for me that I’m very proud of as a person who previously struggled a lot more with “catholic shame” if I had to put a word to it. It’s kinda a heavy read and isn’t perfect, but the fact that it’s out in the world is important to me and I’m happy with it. Hope you all enjoy!!

Tagging @chilipepperconverse and @cantarella-rose and anyone else who’d like to participate! :3

[hellavile]

okay i needed to provide visuals before i wrote this bc i just love looking at this man’s face. look at what you did mocha just LOOK. you’ve pushed your agenda on me (which ive accepted with open arms) and now my brain and pussy are trained to react whenever i see or hear this man’s voice. demon daddy muzan got it like that fr 😩

ANYWAY listen to me babe. we were talking about voice links right? and that man’s voice is like……..idek how else to describe it other than what you already said: it’s PURE SEX. like auditory lust tickling and licking our eardrums and our dripping core whenever he speaks to us. so ima use the same “y/n” (us, obviously) from my last muzan thirst and just continue from there. the longer we’re with him the more things about muzan we start notice like his little habits or quirks or whatever that make him unique and we appreciate them more overall because we’re just sickly in love with him. one of those things is his voice and we start becoming like…eager and needy for his attention constantly just so we can get a chance to hear his voice again . he finds it a little annoying at first because he’s trying to do something or looking through papers and conducting experiments in his study and whatnot and then here we are whining in his ear and clinging to his strong back, “muzannnn, when are you coming to bed? i miss you,” our blubbering plea is muffled because we have our face smushed against back as we embraced him from behind. then there was a long pause, a prolonged silence that didn’t feel normal. a kind of quiet that told you he was irritated. turning his head halfway around, you noticed the prominent veins in his forehead, cheeks and neck pulsating angrily, but his face remained stoic and hard as stone. “woman,” was all he said before we reluctantly go of him in fear of what he would have done. he may have cared for you, but a part of you didn’t fully believe that and didn’t wish to test his limits. that one simple word held so much weight. it was rich and leveled, and had an unshakable quality that left no room for protest or back talk.

your heart raced uncontrollably, but your pussy pulsated in delight. you bit the inside of your cheek to contain yourself. “i’ll be completed with my research soon enough. it would do you well to cease your incessant whining and wait for me in bed, like a good girl. surely, you can do that, can’t you?” the fact he still didn’t even have the courtesy to directly face you when he spoke caused you to encase the fabric of your trailing night gown in a vice grip. you gave him a meek nod, “y-yes, i can.” he gave you a hum in reply, and fully returned his attention to whatever he was working on in front of him. “now, go on. i’ll join you later.” and you complied , because you wouldn’t dream of opposing him.

you especially loved to hear muzan’s voice when you and the demon king’s limbs were entangled with each other, the room hot and sticky with the sounds of your cacophonous moans reverberating off the walls of his extravagant bedroom, or the obscene squelching noises of him ravaging your body, and claiming your entire being as his over and over and over . tonight—or rather the last week or two— you’d been particularly needy because muzan was seldom at the infinity castle; he was out traveling for his own ambitions, gathering information, materials (including more unfortunate souls to turn into demons) for the ‘research’ he held so dear— probably more dear than you, if you let your intrusive thoughts conquer your rational mind. and when you had heard that he had been parading about tokyo with another woman, another human woman like you with her child, you had tossed yourself into despair. you’d become desolate, muddled with your own thoughts that you couldn’t seem to pull yourself out of. a small part of your mind expected something like this to happen, for him to get bored of you, but you just didn’t anticipate it in this way. and when he returned he didn’t appreciate your little tantrum at all. he wouldn’t dare to admit it to himself that he liked your attention just as much as you did, and felt indignation bubble you from the bottom of his stomach and quickly arose until his irritation was too much to keep to himself. he needed to exert it on something— and you were the perfect candidate.

so returning to the matter at hand, you enjoyed when he got. . . ardent like this, when he used his voice to talk you through the euphoric experience of being in his grasp, of having his thick, long fingers plunge in and out of your sloppy heat. you could feel the burning sensation of his lust (or was it love?) for you radiate from his body into your own. muzan had a grandiose mirror resting against the wall, and he had you spread out in front of it, your legs resting on top of his as his own legs held you open, and the other hand sprawled across the expanse of your throat to keep you facing forward, and maintain eye contact through the reflective surface.

“poor human, looks like all you needed was to be filled and your pathetic little attitude would go away, hmm?” your hips rocked and bucked to the rhythm of his digits, while you unintentionally let your ass grind back against his protruding bulge. “

“mhm. . .! yes muzan, i just missed you…”

“‘you just missed me?’” he mocked you sardonically. leaning closer to your ear, you felt his warm breath and sharp fangs graze your skin, causing you to shudder in his hold and arch your back even more than it already was before. he could feel you clamp down on his fingers, and he could feel his self-control withering away at alarming rates when he imagined you clenching around his cock like this, so desperately. “have you forgotten just who it is i come back to? who it is that sleeps in my bed, wears things i purchase, who it is i feed and take care of?”

you knew the answer to all those questions was you, and it made your heart flutter in your chest like a school girl, but you couldn’t find it in you to speak anymore, allowing yourself to get lost in the depth of his fingers and the intense stare of his bloody, crimson irises. drool and a needy whine emerged from your lips when he added another finger inside your gummy hole, and simultaneously added more pressure against his palm that constantly brushed against your throbbing clit with each insertion and withdrawal. so badly did you want to clamp around his arm, but his powerful thighs prevented you from doing so.

“repeat after me,” muzan spoke again after all he heard from you were pitiful mewls. the demon’s voice got deeper, the volume lowered, his tone huskier and even closer to your eardrum, so that his next words would surely rattle your very brain and soul. “i belong to muzan kibutsuji, alone.”

“i-i…belong t-to muza—aaah! fuck,‘t’s s-so deep…so deep daddy…” as if his fingers couldn’t go any further, you were proven wrong when his digits brushed against a certain, warm spot inside you that made you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“i know angel, i know. now look at me.” muzan completely disregarded your words as his grip on your throat tightened for a moment. his command left no room was law, and you obeyed to the best of you ability, although your vision was blurry because of the tears that started to pool at your eyelids. “repeat,” there was a short pause when he began to leave soft, wet kisses on your neck, never pulling his gaze from you; not once. “. . . after me. or you won’t get to cum. i can feel you squeezing around me and can smell your arousal so i know your close. you do want to cum for daddy, don’t you?”

I FINALLY HAD TIME TO FUCKING SIT DOWN AND READ THIS FUCKING ANGELIC ART AND SKENSJSJDNELWOODNENNSD FUCK MEEEEE BRO YOU RLLY DID IT. NO BC. NONONONO BC THISSSSSSSS ????? YEAH THIS IS IT. THIS IS DEFINITELYYYYY WHAT I NEEDED TO GET THE CLIT PUMPING BABY. lemme tell you sum. i still can’t get over how fucking nasty and seductive his fucking voice sounds like I WAS HEARING IT IN MY HEAD WHILE READING THIS ITS FR SICKENING. SICKENINGGGGGGGGGGGGG. MUZAN FUCKING KIBUTSUJIIII. daddy i’ll moan your full fucking government for 90 days on end if you needed me to. the way we’re clinging to his back bc we’re so needy for his attention and he treats us like a fucking PEASANT, not even bothering to look our way and calling us “woman” SSSSEEEEEZZZSZSS. idk what it is about the woman but it’s so hot LMAO. like i’m on the floor. his stern “repeat’ NGF I HEAR IT I HEAR IT SO CLEARLY ITS INSANEEEEE HOW FERAL IVE BECOME OVER HIM ITS NOT OKAY. IM NOT OKAY.

“i’ll be completed with my research soon enough. it would do you well to cease your incessant whining and wait for me in bed, like a good girl. surely, you can do that, can’t you?” bro could spit on me and i’d literally thank him like stfu muzan i will do anything you say. don’t have to tell me twice baby i swear. swear daddy SWEARRRER DADDY SWEARRRRRRDEEEEEEE . if i could moan into a text format i’d do it on meeee. i want you hear just how down bad i am for him. and you’ve made it worst love, so thank you so fucking much for this. LIKE CAN WE JUST APPLAUD SOSA FOR THIS FUCKING WRITING ???? like you get greater every time. i feel like i was rlly reading some top tier content. full fucking bestseller novel right here. you write tooooo good !!!! like you have to take all of these thirsts and turn it into one fic or else i’ll jump off a cliff. i’ll run into a brick wall. i’ll dive into a pit of swimming sharks.

i’m gonna think about this while i write this fic for him this weekend. it’s finna be so disgustingly freaky like yes i know i shouldn’t like this man, he’s a piece of shit who should rot in hell, but baby when it comes to that DICK ???? ima sit on it. ima ride it. and his face. ima be his cute lil demon who he fucks just to fuck. don’t care if there’s no attachment. i’m his. HE EVEN TOLD ME DID YALL SEE ? DID YOU SEE DID YOU SEEEE? he saiddddddd “have you forgotten just who it is i come back to? who it is that sleeps in my bed, wears things i purchase, who it is i feed and take care of?” EX-FUCKING-ACTLY HOES. KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN YALL SPEAK ON DEMON DADDY MUZAN. SHIDDDDDD

[acaciapines]

nano day twenty

words today: 5393

words total: 48360

well i was um. not expecting to write that many words lol. i didnt think it would be!! that long of chapter end!! it was two scenes!! what the fuck!!

the answer is i had way to much fun writing for an early golden guard lol. that will probably be condensed in editing. but whatever!! i had fun today!! tomorrow i get to start king's last chapter!

might be his. last pov chapter in the entire story actually. im not sure if he'll get a pov in watching and dreaming. (bc right now the roster is luzmari 100%, collector and firefly and hunter are getting at least one pov, no idea about the others.). that'll be bittersweet to write.

my favorite part of what i wrote today:

“I just want SOMEONE!” he yells at her, and around him the air crackles with magic, like fizzing popping exploding bursts of stardust that singe against him. “King left! Philip left! The bully and my siblings and everybody left, and nobody! Ever! STAYS!” When he lunges an arc of stardust cracklebooms right in front of the owl’s face. She does not flinch away, even when the smoke clears and there’s a trail of ash smeared across her beak. The burn is heavy in their throat. Their breaths come out ragged. There’s bits of sharp golden not-blood pooling up underneath their nails. Grr-click-growl chirps at him soft, and her stardust reaches for him. C’mere you. He collapses to his knees where he stands. He’s not so sure what happens next. The owl finally moves. Slowly like each step hurts she leaves the barless cage and comes out the door and to him in the hallway and he didn’t even know he got so far away but she picks him up carefully, turns, and goes all the way back. Places him in her nest of sticks and twigs and bits of blanket, turns twice and sets down gently on top of him. Not crushing-heavy. But present-heavy. His fingers twitch and find one of her talons. “King’s wrong,” he sniffs into her, and she leans down, and watches him with wide, unblinking, dark eyes. “Right?” She nuzzles his face. She doesn’t say yes.

[artinandwritin]

Okay okay okay I wanna hear all about that next gen thing bc that is crazy dude how did that even happen omg

OH YES alright! This is gonna be another full-on Mona-rants-moment so strap in bestie!

I don’t know exactly when I started thinking about a HTTYD next gen, but it must’ve been somewhere around 2014, after I had watched both movies almost right after each other. Gotta confess, before watching HTTYD1 on a vacation to Germany as a little 10-almost-11-year-old, I thought it was a horror movie. Oops. I thought the same about Shrek, but now I unapologetically adore both of them.

So as little kids, me and my twin brother (let the record state, he’s younger than me. By four minutes. It’s a real thing) were absolutely obsessed with HTTYD. So much, that we would roleplay as dragons and – wheeze – HiccStrid’s potential twin kids. Oh, yeah, we were deep into it. We were so deep. We played out adventures and pretended to fly on our pretend dragons, whom we named Fly Fly and Toe Toe and they were, you are allowed to laugh, the kids of Toothless and a Whispering Death. My brother’s favorite dragons were the Whispering Deaths, and we were great at biology. Nope.

After that whole shabang, we went to middle/high school, my brother grew past his Dragons-phase, I stayed right where I was cuz ofc I did, and after meeting some new friends who were just as much into HTTYD as I was (one of them was the friend who gave my the nickname Mona and helped me with Of Thrones and Heirs!), we kinda created a new next gen based of what we thought was cool lmao. I couldn’t find a lot of information on that on my laptop, since most of it was handwritten or only spoken to each other – and tbh, I’m not really feeling up to checking my chats about it with one of those friends cuz I’m not friends with them anymore. But that’s okay, we have a lot more information for what came next!

I developed the next gen a bit on my own, I remember, still with some influences from the friends I had created the last version with. And for this one I still got a lot of details, so let me grab them for ya.

In this next gen, HiccStrid had five kids. Yeah, they be being busy. Zephyr and Nuffink got added a bit later, after I had seen THW, before that they only had the oc children I created as a lil 14-year-old. They had, in order, Zephyr Stormfly (20 y.o.), Nuffink Toothless (18 y.o.), Alischa Valka (14 y.o., aka, the main character), Stoick Finn (13 y.o.) and Lunette Ansfrid (3 y.o.). Oh yeah, that’s a mouthful.

Next to HiccStrid, back then I also shipped Heather and Fishlegs. Not sure if I still do now, but back then they had the following kids; Helen Windshear (19 y.o., she was Zephyr’s best friend), Fay Heather (16 y.o.), Veena Astrid (16 y.o., she and her twin sister were created by my friend I think), Beril/Hugo Oswald (13 y.o., not sure which of the two names. All I know is that he was Stoick’s bestie).

To the more… complicated part, young me put some drama into this next gen by making a divorce plot. So what I thought was cool (and because I didn’t really like Snotlout back then. Very stupid, he’s the kingest of kings), was the idea that Snotlout and Ruffnut had a son right after THW after a one-night-stand (Thorvald Hookfang, 21 y.o., all I know is that he had a huge crush on Zephyr). After that, they tried to make things work, but they didn’t, and they did a divorce thing. After that, Ruff went with Eret and had twins, Audun Eret (19 y.o., he’s the guy I wrote down as the Gustav of the next gen lmao) and Hialti Ruffnut (19 y.o., I don’t think she had a very good life). Meanwhile, Snotlout had a daughter with Minden, Ylva (13 y.o., she had a crush on Stoick).

Tuffnut had two kids with some chick, Annika Macey (19 y.o., she and Nuffink were in love or something) and Kjell Lloyd (19 y.o., I don’t know shit about him).

For the rest, I only had kids for Dagur and Mala cuz oh yeah they were a thing. Don’t think I really shipped them, but they were fun to include. Their kids were Ingrid Heather (16 y.o., I literally don’t know anything about her), Oswald Dagur (5 y.o.) and Siri Mala (3 y.o., the first Siri! I don’t know anything about her).

So that was that next gen. Alischa was the main character, she later got a whole fledged out story involving Grimmel’s grandkid, Arcum (who she got a crush on ofc, I basically redid the whole “enemies to lovers” thing I loved doing in Of Thrones and Heirs), while trying to prove herself to her overprotective dad Hiccup, finding the Hidden World and the Night Lights in the process. She bonded with Toothless’ daughter, Safire, which would’ve been pretty cute.

That whole thing was pushed aside in favor of Siri in December 2019, unfortunately. While I did try to recreate the next gen several times (I am still figuring out what the actual fuck I wanna do with ships in the original cast and who would have kids and who wouldn’t. All I know is HiccStrid has Zephyr and Nuffink cuz that’s canon and Tuffnut is aroace and the cool uncle. For the rest… man, I don’t know. I love FishLout, I love RuffLegs, I love the idea of Minden and Snotlout, I wanna see Snotlout with a daughter, etc etc. I just don’t know anything lmao), things never really stuck, as I was in the height of creating Siri’s story, and in addition, Niv’s story. Now I primarily wanna think about the next gen cuz I wanna give gussiri’s kids some friends pff

Like, at some point I tried to change up the entire next gen; I paired up Tuffnut and Heather (some weird idea from the friend I’m no longer friends with. I don’t know why), they had four whole kids (Dagny, Kyll, and Lloyd, who were triplets born in 1018, and Oswald Loki Chicken Sverd, yes, who was born in 1028). It was a weird move. I also cut down on Dagur and Mala’s kids, giving them only a daughter, named Hedvig, born in 1022. Zephyr (1018) and Nuffink (1021) still existed, but they no longer had any siblings. Lloyd and Zephyr were in love and it was very cute, and Hedvig and Nuffink had a thing going on.

Next to that, I removed the whole thing with Snotlout, Ruff, Eret and Minden, now Snotlout and Minden only had twins (Vidar and Ylva, born in 1021, Vidar wanted to become a wingmaiden). Eret and Ruff had a son named Sol (1023), which is very weird now, considering one of my best friends is named Sol lmao. Fishlegs had a son from a one-night-stand (Kjott, 1019), and the only reason for that is because the friend I’m no longer friends with didn’t like Fishlegs for his “disgusting” relationship with Meatlug. Glad I’m finally allowing to love this precious boy instead of being forced to go along with their opinions.

At this point, Sunniva and Helene didn’t exist as GusSiri kids, rather being replaced by a daughter named Funnet (1025) and a son named Agnarr (1028, Aggie and Oswald had a cute thing together). Niv did exist! I created him and he never changed, he’s just too much of a baby boy for that.

So yeah, that’s how it all shifted and turned over the years! I hope I can point my vision on trying to point down some good characters to be- WAIT A FUCKING SECOND

OH MY GOD I JUST FORGOT THAT I LITERALLY HAVE A DOCUMENT WITH MORE NEXT GEN STUFF THAT IS FAIRLY RECENT AND INCORPORATES INTO SOME STUFF FROM STARCHASER

FUCK LEMME LOOK INTO THIS REAL QUICK

Okay so turns out this is from 2021 and luckily for all of us it’s short and to the point so let’s get cracking. HiccStrid only had Zephyr Valka (1018) and Nuffink Stoick (1021), Snotlout had Vidar and Ylva (both 1019, idk who their other parent is), Dagur and Mala had Hedvig (1017), Ruffnut and Fishlegs had Reider Fishlegs (1018), Saga Meatlug (1023), Amund Tuffnut (1025), and Steinar Barf (1028). For the rest, nothing, and honestly, better, I don’t really wanna keep track of so many kids lmao. I’m not a daycare (read: has created a new oc last week)

Anyways, I think that’s all for now! Thank you so much for being so appreciated, I really appreciate it bestie <333 you’re amazing!!

[margolovescoffeeandbooks]

i hate when authors do that :/ because i feel like it just creates another stereotype that if a woman is independent and strong, they’re automatically obnoxious, mean, and rude. i love them too!! especially when they’re written well and they’re complex. that’s why i love jude so much. i really appreciated holly black actually making her morally gray, and not trying to convince us she’s an angel (though she’s definitely the good guy compared to the antagonists). she’s so complex and i love that

i’ll definitely let you know when i read addie! i might put it on my may tbr list! <3

oooh YES OF COURSE!! thank you :’) <3 so i just finished the starless sea by erin morgenstern which i loved so so much. its magical realism, and the way it’s written is definitely different to a regular fantasy novel, but it truly is so beautiful oh my god. it took me a couple chapters to get into the flow of the book, but once i did i couldn’t put it down!! the writing is really gorgeous, it’s definitely “flowery” but not in a pretentious way, if that makes sense. and all the characters are so likeable and well-written, especially the mc (he’s one of my comfort characters now). there’s a bit of romance, but it’s mostly about exploring this secret underground world (?). some people say there’s no plot, which i suppose is true, but i couldnt care less bc to me, its better without being plot-driven. it’s really magical, and i’ve highlighted so many lines. its the perfect book for people who find solace and comfort in books and stories and different realities. also!! MAGICAL DOORS!! so many magical doors. this is my top recommendation!! ik for some people it didn’t vibe with them, which is okay, but id give it a chance bc it’s amazing <3

some other recs are the night circus (by the same author), which i really loved! it’s super magical, and there’s a forbidden love romance!

oooh also stardust by neil gaiman is amazing!!!! the film is great too!! it’s pretty short and it got me out of a slump!!

some other recs (and one i’m actually reading now bc it’s spring) is the wind in the willows by kenneth grahame. it’s such a cute story!! i’m pretty sure it’s a classic, and idk it’s just super cosy and comforting and perfect for spring <3

i HAVE to recommend spells for lost things by jenna evans welch, which is one of my favourite books ever. it’s a contemporary ya romance, but it’s so well-written and meaningful. there are some pretty deep themes regarding one character and imo, they were handled really well. the romance is so so sweet, and both characters are really likeable. idk how to explain it, other than it’s just whimsical, sweet, meaningful, and sometimes poetic <3

and my last recommendation is the king in the window by adam gopnik. this is a middle grade novel(?) but i feel like the writing is maybe 14+ ?? honestly idk how to explain it but it feels different than a regular middle grade book! it’s basically about a young boy who lives in paris, and finds out about this world that’s hidden in reflections (mainly windows though). the atmosphere is so magical!! i loved the setting as well, and i think it’s just a really lovely story overall <3

omg don’t even worry about it 😭<3333 pls it’s totally okay!! i hope you’re doing good 💓💓

yeah, exactly! a woman can be all sorts of things and be strong and independent at the same time. i agree, jude's awesome. although in my opinion, when it comes to morally gray, violent women, zoya nazyalensky rules. she's one of my favourite female characters of all the time. leigh bardugo wrote her so well!

i've read the starless sea last year and i loved it! it's probably one of the most unconventional fantasy books i've ever came across? everything about it is special and magical. the atmosphere is also so cozy and comforting. it's a perfect read for autumn and winter.

i've always wanted to read it! i think i'm actually going to download it today. i'm in a mood for young adult fantasy.

i've never read any neil gaiman book. i feel quite ashamed of that. i think this one will be good to start with.

i've just checked it and it looks so cute!

this sounds great! i'm adding it to my tbr. did this author write love & gelato? the name rings a bell, but i'm not completely sure.

wow, the plot sounds really interesting! i love books set in paris so i'm definitely going to read it.

thank you for the recommendations! they're all lovely! i'm doing well, i have a school break this week. how are you?

[sunflowerharrington]

Get To Know Me Better - Tag Game

I was tagged by @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul, my love <3 Thank you for the tag, babes! (i also added some bc why not)

Relationship Status: Single, not looking for anyone. TaKeN bY jEsUS my ass. Mentally dating Billy Hargrove, however.

Favourite Color: Baby blue and baby pink, pastel colors.

Favourite Food: (I have never been so tempted to say ‘ur mom’ than I am right now) Chocolate Ice-Cream.

Song Stuck In Your Head: TBH there’s like 20 songs going on at once right now but I have to pick one. Betty by Yung Gravy (he’s so hot for what omg).

Favourite Song: it’s basic to say Running Up That Hill right now so I’m not gonna. It Wasn’t Me by Shaggy.

Last Thing You Googled: How do I become Joseph Quinn or how do I make myself famous and likeable to date him (no results showed up lmfao :()

Time: 7:48PM

Dream Trip: My dream is to meet my best friend, @will-byers-is-my-boyfriend at some point in my life. ❤️

Last Book You Read: Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover (no, I haven’t finished it, I just started it).

Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: Steddie Fanfiction. No it’s not a book but shush I don’t follow rules.

Last Book You Hated Reading: Harry Potter. (Because JK Rowling wrote them.)

Fun Fact: I have heterochromia iridis! Which basically means my eyes are different colors to each other. My left is mostly brown with a tiny bit of blue and my right one is fully blue. Another fun fact both of my eyes were blue until I was 4, oh how I wish to be that age again. And at least I didn’t get surgery to look like this, Sarah McDaniel.

It’s bonus time!

Favourite thing to cook/bake: I love love love making homemade pizza! I also transform into Gordon Ramsay when I do which is a blessing in disguise cause he’s an icon.

Favourite crafts/things to do in your free time: Painting, drawing, writing, thinking of fake scenarios, watching booktok compilations, reading steddie fanfiction, specifically x reader smut with the both of them (and billy, and henry, and mike, and—), makeup, oh bestie omg I watch Love Island too (all hail king davide and queen ekin-su) and Drag Race.

Most Niche Dislike: People. No literally, like I actually can’t be around people for long. I want to be around people but I just can’t. I have self diagnosed but that’s the only way to do it cause it’s so hard ti get a diagnosis. It’s called Misophonia and literally every single sound triggers something in my mind. It’s horrible. I hate it so much. My thirteenth reason why. Also I hate my facial structure cause it’s lopsided :(

Opinions on The Circus/School (same thing): I went to school for 14 years, never again. I got bullied over something I couldn’t control and that ✨traumatized✨ me, but it’s okay I got over it.

Do You Have a Sense of Direction?: Kanye West. One Direction. Up & Down by Vengaboys. Kate Upton. The entire Cha Cha Slide song. YES. Actually no, I get lost very easily.

Tags: open for everyone!! <3

[solesommerso]

Random Victor Tan headcanons

(I might try to make one of these for every swat character I wrote for but we’ll see)

(This got very street x tan but it’s me so what do you expect)

Pansexual king

Omg this man is so so soft at times, like yes he will kick your ass in a competition but he will lay on the couch cuddling for hours

Secretly loves getting all streets unhinged thoughts texted to him at two am as he’s never sleeping anyways

Goes to bed at a reasonable hour but is awake by two am, stays awake for a few hours, knock backs out and wakes up at six am to go on runs with street or to the beach with Luca

Didn’t know how to surf before Luca taught him

Isn’t super close with Hondo and Deacon but looks up to Luca a lot (he’d never say it)

Super close with Chris but goes to street with more serious/depressing stuff

Watches rom coms like religion

Played soccer and basketball in high school

Drags street and Chris out to play basketball with him when he notices either had a bad day

His music taste is honestly really soft compared to the other members of 20 squad

Did robotics in high school, was a stem kid

Knows a bunch of good food places he only shares with certain people

He’s super sentimental and keeps little memories from each member

Him and street go get ice cream when they are having a rough time but don’t want to talk about it yet

He loves kids and wants six of them

Has a dream about going to all the most romantic cities in the world (Paris,Italy, etc.)

Him and his brother don’t talk much but always likes to see the little random texts he gets from him

Is a they/he but only street and Chris know about it

Wears sweaters not hoodies

Prefers his hair a bit grown out but gets nervous about breaking regulation so he cuts it

Actually Hicks favorite officer

Loves teasing with Street about Long Beach vs Hollywood

Watches any new Disney or Pixar movie that comes out no matter what it is (drags street with him when he learns street never watched them as a kid)

Fucks with Chris’s food during lunch but blames Luca

Was never religious but admires Deacon for being so involved with it

Desperately tries to cook yet fails every time

Street secretly teaches him a few recipes but tan is sworn to secrecy that he can’t tell anyone street can actually cook

His favorite flavor of anything is strawberry

Drinks strawberry soda like it’s water and always has bottles of it in his fridge

Once street and Chris convinced him to paint his nails and they adored it but never did it again bc of insecurity

Is a virgo through and through

If his hair is messed up when he wakes up and water doesn’t fix it? Too bad. He’s leaving it.

Street has sat them down to fix their hair when he strolled into shift looking insane

Not so secretly blushes anytime someone runs their hands through his hair

Is closer with Cortez than Hondo

Even after Jess leaves they still talk and tan updates her on all the stunts the team pulls

Prefers Hondos cooking to Lucas but would never say it

Hates getting his hair wet but sits through it for Luca at the beach and Street at random pools

The arguably most risky thing he’s ever done outside of shift is sneak into a hotels pool with Street one time when he had first started

Tan almost threw up when someone came outside their hotel room that night

They did it without getting caught and tan keeps a printed picture of that night in his locker

Actually has a lot of pictures in his locker, one with each member of the team

The biggest sap ever

Holding hands is basically his love language

Movie nights are tans favorite, no matter the movie

Watches almost always horror movies with Chris but then basically only watches kids movies with street (it’s a weird back and forth thing for tan at times)

Is a sneaker person, has far too many pairs

Favorite color is either green or orange

He’s a reptile person

Was a tumblr person back in 2016 (y’know the big hats and shi)

Has the best writing skills of the team

Tries to convince people that he’s better at math then street but knows 100% it’s all a lie and if anyone was to actually check he’d be screwed

[burningdarkfire]

once again experiencing extreme overwatch nostalgia so loaded up the client one last time for real before overwatch 2 launches. it’s been almost four years since i played with any sort of regularity but legitimately i have NEVER since played a game that actually brought me as much genuine joy on a mechanical level as playing mercy in overwatch did. this game took me through graduating undergrad and the entirety of my masters. i had a huge falling out with one of the friends i played with and faded naturally from another and am still insanely close with a third. i look back at this game with so so much fondness. it’s so hard to try and capture what this game meant to me through a text post and some numbers but i’m gonna write them all down anyway 😂

i played the most during seasons 4-6 when i played about 75 hours a season and then dropped to about 20-30 hours consistently until season 14, which unsurprisingly coincided exactly with the launch of apex. i stuck around a little with small comebacks in seasons 15-16, 19, and 25 but never played more than a handful of hours because it just was never the same without friends. i have a spreadsheet with notes on all my comp games from seasons 3-16&19 but i’m missing a couple from seasons 2&25. i was GOOD* on mercy (*remembering that this is the first fps i ever played and also i suck at games in general), i peaked in diamond in season 6 which is still the highest i’ve been in any game ever, and i was consistently at least a plat player until about season 12 or so when i fell off a bit. there’s a king’s row potg 5 man res that i can STILL bring to mind on demand haha. season 3 was the only season i didn’t play the most mercy (lucio got 33 hours to mercy’s 17) and season 7 was the only season that i played ONLY mercy. i got 7 gold weapons (mercy, dva, s76, zen, widowmaker, moira, brig) and could’ve afforded 5 more. i have currently 116/130 of mercy’s cosmetics, of which i think only 2 were from before i stopped playing? writing all of these out feels so meaningless lol they’re like “fun facts” but there’s just no true way to recreate the feeling of loading into games and running into the best teams and randos in voice chat and getting to fly every day. like yes there were bad teams too and shitty internet strangers and frustrating tilty nights but idk .. when i started playing overwatch in 2016 i was coming out of pretty much the worst period of my life and by 2019 i had been uplifted so much (not by the game. but u know. through association) that i rly do just have such good memories of it. the friendships i had that were cemented through this game meant so much to me, even the ones that didn’t last, and especially the one that did. i even wrote fic for it back in 2018 that i still think is alright, although i never really got into that fandom side of things. it’s weird bc it’s so easy for me to explain that i’m a League of Legends Gamer because i’m literally still playing it in 2022 and i have real, concrete proof like my academic work that i’ve loved it so it’s just an inescapable part of my identity but overwatch was really profoundly huge to me personally as well! but it feels like it just gets buried in one game of many that ppl have cycled through in the years. ah idk .. the inescapable wheel of time, etc ..

[unbloomingmoonflower]

a song to you [song shot]

A/N: Okay, I happened upon this song and I’m like “Yes, Hikari would definitely write, compose, and play a song like this bc of her feelings for our favorite boy” and so I am gonna write the thing.

This is set a l’il bit after DSOD, when the gang graduates.

The song lyrics you’re going to see further is Last Night On Earth by Delta Goodrem. I dun own them but damn if I say Hikari wouldn’t write a love song for the Pharaoh

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“Can you believe it? Kari’s making herself known as a musician!” Jounouchi’s tone was one who was definitely proud of his friend’s accomplishment and Yugi couldn’t help but share in it.

Hikari was always musically-inclined during their adventures and school days and she had focused much more heavily in music ever since graduation. She dreamed of being able to play her songs for everyone around the world and now she was making her way there. Yugi couldn’t even contain his pride in his friend; she seemed in much more motivated spirits more than ever now.

“Knowing Hikari, she’ll be inviting us as her special guests, won’t she?” Bakura asked, but his friends knew it was a rhetorical question. With Hikari touring around, it was a blessing for her to always have one in Domino where her remaining friends reside.

That was not to say she didn’t invite them as her special guests during her tours outside of Domino. It was just far easier than the ravenette using her expenses to fly her friends to where she was touring.

“I actually got a text from her last night about it,” replied Yugi, fishing in his pocket for his cellphone, unlocking it to open the text message Hikari had sent. Re-reading it, the renown King of Games continued, “She just needs to know how many of us can make it. We can try seeing if Honda can break away from work to come with us if we three are going.”

“’Course we’re going!” Jounouchi exclaimed, as though scandalized, pounding his fist against his chest. “I can pay Honda a visit and see if he’s game to go!”

“Wouldn’t miss you for the world,” agreed Bakura.

Beaming a smile at his friends, Yugi began to tap against the keyboard to reply to Hikari. It wasn’t long before his phone buzzed with the latter’s near-immediate reply.

[ From: Hikari

I’ll see you there :) ]

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The deep blue notebook against the night table was something Hikari carried with her for years. It was where she wrote and composed her most secret songs, never before heard by anyone. In comparison, the much more lighter blue notebook were songs she’s written and released as tracks throughout her budding musical career.

But one of those songs in her most secret book was one she was going to play at her upcoming concert in Domino, with her most precious friends who have sweetly and lovingly supported her in tow.

With every concert overseas, everyone would video call her to wish her luck and give her encouragements. Hikari’s heart would always warm seeing Yugi, Bakura, Jounouchi, Honda, and Anzu on her phone screen, cheering her on. It made every step toward her dream of being a musician worth it.

Of course, there was one more person she wished was physically present. However, he had departed this present world a long while ago. The Pharaoh Atem, who had long shared an identity with Yugi, held her heart to this very day. Seto Kaiba had invented a machine that propelled them into another dimension--to the Afterlife. She was able to see him again for that moment before Atem and Kaiba dueled as a show of their own unique bond as rivals.

And Atem had kept her close throughout that entire match and even in the few moments where Kaiba gave them privacy before she and the KaibaCorp owner had to depart. The words he whispered to her, before bidding her farewell with a kiss and a single item, were still engraved in her heart and carried her this far as well.

“I will always be at your side. Go and accomplish your dreams, my light.”

Hikari hadn’t gone back to KaibaCorp in that interim. She wanted to accomplish her dreams, just as Atem wished for her, before she requested to use the Duel Dimension System again. It was only right that when she goes to see the one she loved so was after she fulfilled her dreams.

A familiar chime from her phone broke Hikari from her thoughts and the ravenette hopped onto her bed, grabbing her phone. It was a video call and the name on the ID was familiar. Smiling, she pressed “accept”.

“Anzu! How’s New York?”

Anzu beamed back, waving at Hikari. “It’s fantastic. I miss you, though! It’s been only a month and I miss you!” she giggled. “I just wanted to wish you luck before your concert!”

“You know we’d be lost without you, Anzu,” Hikari laughed. “You kept us grounded. Your studies going well, I hope?”

“Absolutely. We might put on a showcase soon. You’ll come once I have details, right?”

“Absolutely. I’ll even fly the guys out if I have to!”

“I can’t wait to see everyone again. Gosh, look at the time. You should get rest for your concert!”

“I will, Anzu. I will.”

“Talk to you soon!” Anzu’s smile was bright as she and Hikari bid one another farewell to end the video call. Setting her phone down, the ravenette curled into her bed, closing her eyes as she snuggled against her pillow. She did need rest from the flight. And I’ll be seeing the guys soon...  

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The crowd in front of the concert hall was buzzing excitedly for Hikari’s concert. With the boys dressed in their much more Sunday finest--shirt and ties, slacks and dress shoes--it was easy for Hikari’s manager, Kimi, to find them.

“Hey, everyone!” The bubbly redhead bounced over, waving. “Let me guess, Kari already gave you the backstage star treatment?”

“Don’t she always?” Jounouchi grinned, jabbing his thumb toward his chest. Honda elbowed the blonde in the ribs while Bakura laughed nervously. Yugi gave a shrug at the antics of his friends before looking at Kimi. “She’s letting us see her before her show, right?” he asked.

“Only the best for her friends! Her words, of course,” Kimi winked, beckoning the boys to follow. “Come on, she goes on soon and I know she’ll wanna see you all!”

“Then let’s not keep her,” Bakura said, the others nodding in agreement as Kimi lead the way toward the backstage area where Hikari was undoubtedly pacing before her performance. It was a habit she had, every time they saw her before her show.

And sure enough, the ravenette was doing so, dressed in an elegant, navy dress, the long skirt swishing with her movements and her heels clacking against the hardwood floor as Kimi called out, “Hikari! Your friends are here!”

Hikari paused in her pacing, tourmaline eyes widening at the sight of her friends before her expression melted into pure joy. “Yugi! Bakura! Jounouchi and Honda too!” she exclaimed, gathering a bit of her skirt to run toward them. She jumped for a hug at Yugi, with him being the nearest.

Yugi thanked his reflexes being a lot better now, managing to catch Hikari in a hug with a laugh before releasing her for her to hug Bakura, Honda, and Jounouchi. “I’m so glad you guys are here. Not that you never are, but I am still happy!” Hikari giggled, her expression overwhelming in her joy.

“We sure would be here, Kari!” Honda replied, planting a hand on her head. “We gotta be, to show our support.”

“We are so proud of you, Hikari,” Bakura added, equal pride in his voice, grasping the ravenette by the hand to squeeze it. “Your show will be phenomenal as always.”

“Yeah, what Bakura said!” Jounouchi interjected with a playful bump of his shoulder to Hikari’s. “Can’t wait to hear the songs you got!”

“Thanks, you guys,” Hikari managed to laugh out. “You’ll have front row seats, like usual. And I think you’ll enjoy tonight especially!”

“Go on, Kari,” Yugi encouraged, amethyst eyes shining in his pride. “Do us proud tonight. It’s about time!”

“Yeah, it is.” With another laugh, Hikari reached to flick Yugi’s forehead. “You also owe me a preview of your new game, Mr. Inventor,” she added before stepping away from the boys. “Go to your seats, guys. We’ll chat more after!”

With intermingled shouts of encouragements, Hikari watched her precious friends leave to go for their front row seats. The spotlights were already focusing on her piano, the crowd’s murmuring starting to hushed as the spotlight began to aim for her entrance.

Once the light stilled, Hikari exhaled a breath and with her head held high, she walked onto the stage to the applause of the full seats. Her brown eyes flickered to the front rows, where she could see her friends, their gazes fixated on her.

She could do anything with them at her side and the one she loved in her heart. It was only right that she began the concert with the song from her heart.

Hikari arrived to the grand piano, taking a sit on the chair and adjusting the microphone to be leveled with her mouth. “Good evening, everyone. I’m so glad you came out here tonight,” she said, her voice magnified through the hall. “I’m starting with an unreleased song this time. It’s a song I wrote and rewrote a hundred times for someone I still love to this day.”

She could hear the excited murmuring of the crowd and can see the curiosity in her friends’ expressions. She couldn’t help but smile, lifting her hand to touch at the necklace that hung from a delicate chain against her chest before both hands rest to the ivory keys, her fingers dancing along them to bring the song to life. The air was pulsing with the excitement of the crowd and it was reaching the time for Hikari to begin singing.  

It's the last night on earth before the great divide My hands are shaking time was never on our side And there's no such thing as a beautiful goodbye As an ordinary day I prayed for you a thousand times It's never enough No matter how many times I tried to tell to tell you this is love

In the crowd, within the front row, Yugi understood implicitly who this song was for. How could he not, knowing how close the two had become, knowing that the last time they saw each other was the only time they spoke their feelings.

Hey, Atem...are you seeing her right now?

If tomorrow never comes I want you to know right now that I I'm gonna love you until the day I die If tomorrow falls asleep can you hold me first I'm gonna love you like it's the last night on earth Like it's the last night on earth

A penny for your thoughts A picture so it lasts Let's knock down the walls of immortality Your fingers on my skin only you can hear my fear Only you can help me heal I see forever with you here

It's never enough no matter how many miles stand between us this is love

The emotion in Hikari’s voice only rose and Yugi couldn’t help but feel his heart move with every word. This was a love song to Atem, one that it was clear Hikari wrote it while trying to figure out her emotions for the Pharaoh. Amethyst eyes flickering to his friends, Yugi could see Jounouchi and Honda--softies as they are inside--on the verge of tears and Bakura’s hand over his own heart as though he too were feeling just as moved.

If tomorrow never comes I want you to know right now that I I'm gonna love you until the day I die If tomorrow falls asleep can you hold me first I'm gonna love you like it's the last night on earth

It's never enough No it's never enough (it's never enough) Ooh

The afterglow The horizon line The shadows fall Will you still be mine Will you still be mine Will you still be mine I ask

If tomorrow never comes I want you to know right now that I I'm gonna love you until the day I die If tomorrow falls asleep can you hold me first  I'm gonna love you like it's the last night on earth 

Even with the lyrics finished, the last notes continued while Hikari shut her eyes. Warmth was beginning to form behind her lids. It was a confession and a promise, one that she wished she could have done when they still had time.

Once the last note faded did the crowd erupt into applause and Hikari’s eyes opened. Her friends were on their feet, clapping for her as if their lives depended on it and she couldn’t help the smile that touched her lips. Her heart was pounding as her secret song was so well received, as though everyone in the room could relate.

“I am very proud of you,” the familiar, gentle voice murmured in her ear, one she would know no matter how many years pass. She gasped at the sensation of a warm embrace enveloping her from behind--only to melt and to continue to feel the assuring, comforting presence that filled her. Pushed her to continue her concert.

And so she did.