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cutielando · 1 month

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Hi ! hope you're having a great day/evening/night,

I had an idea for a smau with someone on the f1 grid (it can be anyone but I have a preference for either Oscar or Logan), so I'm a fan of the bands Ghost and Sleep Token, which is something so very different from f1 and I kept wondering what would happen if those fandom where to merge together, so the request basically is that the reader is in a band like ghost or sleep token and they're dating one of the guys on the grid, and so those 2 very different fandom meet,

so like how would they interact and all, or maybe there would be some people that are in both fandoms, idk

there's no pressure for you to make it if you have no idea of how to do it or if you simply don't want to <3

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!!❤️ i’m a little out of my element on this one so i apologize if it doesn’t end up exactly as you imagined it, but i hope you like it !!

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sleep_token Another night to remember

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yourusername such a unique experience 🤍

sleepingdreaming sleep token never disappoints

sleep_token We live to please.

sleepingdreaming 😭😭i can die happy now

user1 they are really something

logansargeant very special night indeed 😮‍💨

user2 excuse me? LOGAN SARGEANT AT A SLEEP TOKEN CONCERT?

user3 their concerts seem so much fun :(((

user4 they are the best, the energy they being to every performance is like nothing i have ever seen before

user5 does anyone know who the members are?

user4 no, they’re completely anonymous. the only thing we could really say is that they have a girl and the rest of them are men but that’s kinda it 😅

user6 super amazing night ❤️❤️

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formula1gossippofficial New couple alert? 🚨 Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri were spotted attending a Sleep Token concert last night in Australia. The McLaren driver was seen getting cozy with an unknown woman the entire night and reports said they disappeared from the concert together in the late hours of the night. What do we think? 🤔

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user1 maybe we should let him live his life?

user2 i never thought i would hear Oscar Piastri and Sleep Token used in the same sentence 😅

sleepingdreaming i can confirm they were there, seemed to have had a lot of fun as well

user3 is it true that he was with a girl there?

sleepingdreaming yes, they seemed very close too. logan seemed to be more of a third wheel than anything else to be honest 😂

op81fan she must be very special to make Oscar go out and stay that late on a race weekend🤔🤔

user4 the fact that he never goes out before a race and now he did and was seen with a girl in public makes me think she is hella special 👀

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yourname❤️

did you see the pictures?

oscar🐨❤️

i did

i’m sorry, i should have known there were gonna be paparazzi all over town last night

yourname❤️

babe, i don’t mind

i wanna be seen with you

i just don’t want people to figure out i’m in the band or anything, it would ruin the whole anonymity thingy lol

oscar🐨❤️

i’ll protect you❤️

i’ll make sure nobody figures it out

yourname❤️

in the meantime, wanna have some fun with the fans?😈

oscar🐨❤️

what did you have in mind?

yourname❤️

😈😈👀👀👀

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yourusername melbourne, you're a gem

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yourbff damn girl

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logansargeant i see what you did there

yourusername impressive, right?

oscarpiastri must be a special city

yourusername some pretty special fellas roaming around the streets as well

oscarpiastri that's really interesting. tell me more

yourusername that would be inappropriate

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oscarpiastri music is cool‼️

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user1 OSCAR???????

user2 WHO IS THAT?????

logansargeant you're getting better at this

oscarpiastri i've been taking lessons to make sure i don't screw it up😃

yourusername damn ;)

oscarpiastri 😈

sleepingdreaming this fandom merge is wiiiiiild

user3 DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T???

sleepingdreaming maybeeeee...👀👀

user4 i never thought i would see Oscar being into rock

landonorris i don't believe that's you

oscarpiastri you can believe whatever you want

landonorris hmmm

yourusername you better believe it😮‍💨

landonorris you could spare me the details, thank you

mclaren We didn't know how to feel about this, but we're starting to love it!🧡 liked by oscarpiastri and yourusername

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yourname❤️

do you think we should tell them?

oscar🐨❤️

do you want to tell everyone?

i completely understand if you’re not ready yet

it’s a lot of pressure being seen with me

the fans are crazy

yourname❤️

have you seen my fans, babe?😂

they are just like yours, if not worse sometimes

they just want to protect both of us

oscar🐨❤️

so you want to make things official?

come to the paddock as my girlfriend?

yourname❤️

i think it's time we tell the world

it just sucks nobody in your world is really going to know who i am

oscar🐨❤️

i thought your friends didn't know who you are?

yourname❤️

they have suspicions

i think that deep down, they know who we all are

but nobody says anything because we've built our image on being anonymous

it's like knowing but without saying it out loud, you know

oscar🐨❤️

so your fans will know you're dating an F1 driver but mine won't know i'm dating the lead singer of Sleep Token?

yourname❤️

pretty much, yeah

oscar🐨❤️

so cool❤️

okay, i'll post a picture of us then

yourname❤️

be careful which pictures you post

i wanna look good :(

oscar🐨❤️

babe

you look good in every photo i have of you

yourname❤️

awwwwwww

i love you my koala bear🐨🐨❤️

oscar🐨❤️

i love you too my rockstar girl❤️

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yourusername i love you so much ❤️❤️

oscarpiastri i love you more 🧡

logansargeant i’m surprised you managed to keep it a secret for this long to be honest

oscarpiastri you need to stop underestimating me, you know

yourusername i didn’t think we would be able to pull it off either…

oscarpiastri ⁉️⁉️

yourusername sorryyyyyyyyy

landonorris i am very hurt that i wasn’t aware you are in a relationship

yourusername we were literally introduced…

oscarpiastri i literally told you about her

landonorris …oh

yourbff my favorite couple ❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️

nicolepiastri i can’t wait to see you guys tonight!!❤️

yourusername we can’t wait either!!!❤️

user1 I KNEW IT

user2 ITTY BITTY OSCAR HAS A GF????😭😭

sleepingdreaming ❤️ i love seeing it

user3 WHAT DO YOU KNOW???????

sleepingdreaming i can’t say 🥲🫶🏻

user4 THEY ARE SO CUТЕ😭❤️❤️❤️

user5 he looks so happy 🥹🥹

georgerussell63 she’s really a gem

oscarpiastri she’s amazing, isn’t she? so talented as well

yourusername you’re making me blush 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

user6 never thought i would see Oscar dating a rocker girl

user7 why not? he loves her regardless of that

user6 i know !!! i didn’t mean it in a bad way, it’s just really cute how they seem to be opposites but getting along great

user8 she really seems to be helping Oscar get out of his comfort zone

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gonktroll · 4 months

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Imma need u to hand over some Bruce, Creek and Guy hcs 😳🤲🏼

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hiiiii nonnie i can do that for you easy peasy :3 ok so i lied its not easy,, writing is so haaardd,, but we must persist !! i'll be real these are three trolls i don't really think about often...sorry i lied again i think about creek so much...looking back there's more of him than anyone else im so sorry !! lemme know if the formatting is broken or any typos!! also feel free to send in requests also,, the box is open still

on a side note, when did the format tools on tumblr get so crappy?

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Characters: Bruce, Creek, and Guy Diamond

Word Count & Time: 2, 721 words and 10 Minutes Read. Writing took around Two Weeks. Warnings & Tags: NSFW, Minors Do Not Interact! Contains: fluffy/romantic headcanons, mentions of children & having children (bruce and guy), cake by the ocean by dnce is there i guess, insecurity (bruce and creek), dirty talk (bruce and creek), body worship (bruce), overstimulation (bruce), voyeurism (bruce), cuckoldry (bruce), depictions of a toxic relationship (creek), jealousy (creek), outdoor sex (creek), oral sex (creek), orgasm denial (creek), dacryphilia (creek), power dynamics (creek), genitalia descriptors.

BRUCE

Let it be said: Bruce wants nothing more than to take care of you, please let him nurture you. Let him secure you emotionally, psychically, and mentally. Just let him take the pressure off your shoulders, even if it's for a short while. Do you need help with cleaning up? He's already got the mop and broom ready. Are you getting started with dinner? He's hopping in the kitchen to prep with you. Sparing time is the least he can do for you. You don't even have to ask him to help out, he's already ready to go.

Wouldn't pass up the opportunity to be a little mischievous towards you. Your boyfriend has bad dad jokes, boyish pranks, and an impish banter to behold. He'll have you busting a seam from laughter but he can't help himself. Bruce thinks you look best when you're smiling.

Catching a glimpse of any giggly children and their parents makes his heart yearn for you. Would you want a family like this? What kind of trolls would both your children be? These thoughts follow him for the rest of the day.

He's actively trying to leave Brozone in the past so he can look forward to his future with you. But, sometimes he can't resist showing off to you. He has to let you know how amazing of a singer and dancer he was (and still is). Please, be proud of him.

This troll is a romantic at heart, Bruce is always planning a secret date of some kind. Whenever you briefly mention something you're interested in, he's definitely ironing out the details to make it happen. Seeing the look of surprise on your face during the date makes it all worth it.

He doesn't mind what kind of date you plan, but if you want to make him happy, he loves dates that involve water activities. For instance, a romantic bath with rose petals and soft music is something he'd appreciate. Similarly, a date on the beach with a candlelit dinner would be perfect, and he might even serenade you with 'Cake by The Ocean'.

Playing the role of 'the Heartthrob' for a long time before suddenly creating a new identity has made Bruce feel insecure. He wants to be more than just 'the hottest troll ever' to you. He is more than just a pretty face with rock-hard abs. When you acknowledge who he is and validate his emotions, his stomach starts flipping and his heart is doing somersaults. You might actually be too good for him…

Showing genuine emotions to him and sharing personal moments will get him hotter under the collar than explicit words or seductive clothing ever could. Simply being authentic with each other is enough to spark his desire to be physically intimate with you.

It won't take much to convince Bruce to try something new with you. He loves experimenting and even if it doesn't work out, both of you can laugh about it later.

Bruce isn't fond of quickies, public sex, or rushed sex, he would prefer to take his time with you and hates the idea of being interrupted. There's no set schedule, but you make time for each other. It's best when it's just the two of you and all the time in the world.

During making love, Bruce will always prioritize the experience you're making together. If your legs aren't trembling and your voice isn't hoarse afterward, then he isn't doing his job correctly.

Bruce will talk throughout the whole affair. If he wants a reaction out of you or coax your attention, words are his weapon of choice. A quick aside of sweet teasing to quickly fluster you or lecherous murmurs along the shell of your ear while his hips languidly plunge into your insatiable warmth. Feel free to return his energy and talk back to him, he welcomes it.

There will never be a session where Bruce doesn't lavish you with endless praise and worship your body. You will always be told how attractive and precious you are to him.

He secretly worries you'd find it slutty but he's very interested in watching other trolls flirt with you and has fantasies of watching you fuck someone else. It would take him time to admit it to you, but you may get suspicious of how worked up Bruce gets after someone tries to make a pass at you.

Underneath those beach-bum shorts, Bruce is packing. His sheath is chubby, giving the impression that it's petite or compact. However, make no mistake: Bruce is a grower and it's meaty at full length.

GUY DIAMOND

Get ready to date one of the most dramatic trolls of all time - Guy Diamond. He does everything with emphasis and panache, and why wouldn't he? As an iconic troll, he shouldn't have to limit himself to others' expectations, and he appreciates that you recognize this. Guy is looking for someone who would never ask him to tone it down - in fact, he wants you to encourage him to turn it up! He's not going to dim his glow for anyone, and you make him want to shine even brighter.

Every time he expresses his love, it's extraordinary. He might put on a grand musical performance, surprise you with an extravagant gift, or take you on an unforgettable date night. Guy just has to let you know how much he cares and regular displays of affection just won't do.

Guy Diamond is a unique Pop Troll, possibly the only one, with the special ability to auto-tune his voice. He loves to show off his talent by hitting high notes and emphasizing particular words, all to get you to compliment him. If you tell him how 'cool and special' he is, he will feel elated and proudly strut around like a peacock.

Guy is known as 'THEE Glitter Troll', so it's only natural that his partner should be as stylish and cool as him. However, he sometimes tries to improve his partner's fashion sense or curtail their negative personality traits. This can put pressure on the relationship, as no one likes to be told they're lame. It takes some time for Guy to realize that he is dating his partner for who they are, not who he wants them to become.

You'll have to adjust to his extreme stubbornness. It's even more frustrating when he is aware of the consequences but still chooses to proceed. Unless you have a fondness for men who behave stupidly, it will require a lot of patience until he learns his lessons the hard way.

Another way Guy expresses his affection is by pampering you. He's always looking for opportunities to help you out with anything. He reminds you to take some time out and practice self-care whenever you're feeling overwhelmed. He's also concerned with your health, making sure you eat well and get some exercise. If you haven't socialized much, Guy has no problem taking you to a party today. He reassures you that taking care of you is never a burden, and knowing that you are happy means everything to him.

Raising Tiny Diamond had a positive impact on Guy Diamond's maturity, which is clear in his relationship with you. He has grown more considerate of others' feelings, and more thoughtful about the consequences of his actions. Instead of diving in impulsively, he takes the time to discuss plans with you. He also spends more time contemplating what he wants from your relationship long-term.

Guy loves it when you plan date nights including Tiny. Spending quality time with the two Trolls he loves most makes his heart sing. Watching you show love to Tiny Diamond by playing or singing touches a special place in his heart. He may not say it aloud, but he's started to think of the possibility of having another baby - with you this time.

He doesn't have a preference for who guides or receives during sex, but he likes to lean back and let you take the lead. Guy is not selfish at all, you won't be unsatisfied that's for sure. He believes that making love with you means sharing yourself with each other - and we all know Guy Diamond isn't afraid to share himself with anyone.

When it comes to sex, he will never be afraid to be open about his interests and desires and he expects the same from you.

It's still a mystery how nude trolls hide their genitals but Guy Diamond is rather average in terms of size. And yes, the sheath and balls are glittery.

CREEK

Let's address the elephant in the room: Creek is not a pleasant troll to date.

On one hand, Creek strives to present himself as a reasonable, enlightened voice that brings positive energy to the village. He enjoys the significance he holds and especially wants your respect. On the other hand, he uses this mask to hide his judgmental nature. He is well aware of his social status and takes advantage of it to behave inappropriately. Most trolls cannot comprehend the extent of his behavior which makes it all the easier to manipulate them. You must understand that you will not be the exception as his partner.

Creek will use dating you as a 'shield' to embolden his behavior even more. He's a well-liked troll with an interesting partner and has the Queen's favor as a friend acquaintance. Surely, a well-adjusted and repentant troll like Creek wouldn't cause any issues.

Confronting him on his behavior is draining, not because there is shouting or bickering between you, but because he maintains his calm and refuses to acknowledge anything. He patronizes you and then sidesteps any issue you bring up. He won't admit his wrongdoing or promise to improve, instead suggests that you're blowing things out of proportion. He insists that you should be content with your relationship and the special bond you both share.

Despite his glaring faults, you see glimpses of the troll you love underneath. When you're overwhelmed, Creek is always there to help you calm down and plan your next steps. If someone's intruding on your boundaries, he's present to redirect them without escalating the situation any further. He's not always willing to prioritize someone else's issues over his own desires, but he would try for you at least.

Makes it a point to tell you how much he loves you and how special you are to him every day. It is disgustingly sweet, especially to anyone who may be nearby to witness. Creek lavishes you with pet names, sappy proclamations, and over-the-top public displays of affection, especially whenever Branch is around. He grazes his soft hand along your cheek with a tender declaration of his adoration or brushes his forehead against yours as he greets you first thing in the morning.

It seems that Creek has an infinite supply of affectionate nicknames just for you. These names can either make you blush with delight or annoy you to no end. Although he could simply use your real name, he prefers calling you 'Angel', 'Darling', or 'Sweetheart' as these names more accurately reflect his feelings for you. Your adorable reactions only encourage him to use them more often.

He writes songs and poems about you to express how you make him feel or reminisce about the memories you've made together. He surprises you by performing an emotional ballad at sunset, singing about how your beautiful eyes meeting his makes his heart skip a beat. Though he would never admit it, when he was held captive by Chef, those poems and songs helped him maintain his sanity.

You're both known to the village as a pair of lovebirds, despite Creek's difficult personality traits and your immense patience. It comes as a surprise when one of you announces the end of the relationship, usually accompanied by tears. Creek appears unfazed as he continues to run his meditation/yoga classes and engage in village events. He tells anyone who asks that the break-up was mutual, though you were more emotional than he. It's only partially true, he was more dumbfounded than he'd like to admit. Once you start moving on, he becomes secretly anxious and slinks his way back into your life before someone else can. It's no surprise when you're both back together within a week.

Underneath all the enlightenment chatter, manicured appearance, and insincere behavior, Creek is insecure about his place in the world and his community. He wants to control what others think of him and prove his worth to secure his position. You can constantly assure him with words, actions, and gifts, but until he feels secure in himself, it won't make any difference. To Creek, this isn't a problem; he'll just do whatever it takes to keep you around - morality be damned. He deserves happiness as much as any other troll.

Creek has included you in his yoga classes, claiming that he wants to "maintain your enchanting aura". Depending on the difficulty of the regimen, he either treats you as his top-performing student to praise and use as an example or his problematic student who needs additional attention. Despite the playful banter and flirtation, he maintains a professional demeanor in front of others. However, private classes are an entirely different matter.

Private classes for you and him are usually held at his place, where he has the necessary equipment, or out in the forest where he's previously found a quiet spot. The sessions start with some light banter, stretching, and warm-ups, followed by vocal affirmations, until Creek decides that your form is in desperate need of coaching. He starts with gentle sweeps along your limbs and then to more sensitive areas as he guides you into position. He flirts unabashedly with you, using honeyed words and heated glances to gauge your interest before nudging things further. It's a fun game to see how far you can both go.

Let him put his mouth to work on you, Creek is talented at more than just talking. He's obsessed with teasing you, his nimble fingers soothing your heat with languid motions as he watches you with eager, hungry eyes. Plead with him to give you the release you so desperately need, his tongue is dying to taste you.

Creek takes great pleasure in denying your orgasm, causing you frustration to the point of tears. Seeing those pretty streams down your cheeks as you hold back your sobs while he grinds agonizingly slow into you. You can ask him to speed up, but why should he? The turmoil painting your face is sweeter than he could have imagined.

You'll have to let Creek take control when it's time to play, he gets resistant if you try to imply that you want to take the lead. When he's in charge, it's never in an expected 'dominant' way. Instead, it's about using his words and your body's reactions to break you down into an absolute mess. Doesn't it feel good to shut off everything else and let Creek make you happy?

It takes so long to coax Creek to allow you to be dominant, skinning back layers of excuses and bitter self-reflection. He's hesitant to have you hold the reins and to just let himself relax. He's more afraid of the sentiment he may not be enough, especially if isn't able to do it himself. Like most situations with Creek, it will take a lot of patience and communication to ease his mind - and he'll never truly be at ease.

Once he discovers how relinquishing control feels, he's nearly appalled by how his treacherous body is responding to you. You praise him as you hover above him, murmuring to him about how he's doing "such a good job" and that he's your "good boy" as your hands ghost lower and lower. Creek is aghast that he isn't disgusted by this, telling himself to just flip you over and demonstrate how it's really done. All that guttural and depraved keening surely isn't coming from his mouth. Afterward, he can't deny that loss of control frightens him, but it's just so…erotic too.

This troll is both a grower - and it shows. Those low-waisted yellow sweats do little to 'hide' his sheath and he is well aware.

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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Just for tonight

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: Steve moves to a new apartment and meets you, the neighbour. He obviously likes you and tries to befriend you

Warnings: language, fluff, shy reader, mentions of food, pet names

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A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

Moving to the small apartment in Hawkings, you weren't expecting much. You didn't expect your apartment to have so many problems, like lights going out a couple times a week, bad water pressure, pipes leaking and so on. You definitely weren't expecting to make a new friend. A new best friend.

You weren't much of a people person, just to put it simply, you were shy. So making friends never came easy to you, especially if they were a tall, good-looking guy, living across the hall from you with this ridiculously good hair.

At first you didn't know anything about the cute boy, that kept smiling at you and greeted you with soft hellos whenever your paths crossed in the apartment building.

The first time you'd really spoken to him was in the elevator.

"What number are you going to?" he asked.

"Sorry?" you were confused by his question.

"What floor number are you going to?" he asked again with amused smile. He thought, you were pretty cute.

"Oh, right" you cheeks reddened a little, " floor number 4."

"Number 4?" he puzzled.

"Yes?" you hesitantly answered.

" I was wondering who lives across from me. It's nice to finally find out" he spoke, "I'm Steve, your neighbour. I moved to the apartment across from yours a few weeks ago" he explained and extended a hand to you.

Altough as soon as you looked at his hand, he wanted to facepalm himself. He felt so stupid, he introduced himself to a girl, a very pretty girl, like some idiot.

But you didn't seem to mind as you took his hand and shook it softly.

"Y/N, nice to meet you" you bashfully said.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl" Steve blurted out the flirtious sentence. Wincing immediately after.

But before he could have apologised or said anything else, you were gone and out of the elevator, giving him a friendly wave of goodbye with small smile.

Steve let a few curse words fall from his mouth, feeling even more stupid about his first interaction with you. But he set his mind on befriending you and somehow it worked.

The second time Steve and you spoke, it was like two days after your first conversation.

"Hi" you quietly greeted Steve after hearing the knocking on your door.

"Hey, how are you doing? "he asked.

"Hey, i'm g-good, do you need anything?" you've lived in that building long enough to know, that neighbours didn't stop at your door just for a chit-chat.

"Yeah, actually. I was wondering, if you'd be kind enough and lended me like a cup of sugar, please? I'm doing cupcakes and i ran out. I promise to give it back" he puzzled.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve was definitely not doing any cupcakes, he just wanted an excuse to talk to you again.

Ever since your interaction in the elevator, he couldn't get you out of his mind. As one would say, he had a big fat crush on you.

"Of course" you were kind enough to give him not just a cup but a whole bag of sugar.

Later that day he came knocking on your door again. Cupcakes in one hand and friendly expression on his face.

"Hi-you again?" you said surprised to see him for the second time at your door that day.

"Yeah, me again" he chuckled, "so I wanted to thank you for the sugar, so I thought i'd bring you some of the cupcakes i made."

"Oh" you didn't even notice the cupcakes in his hand.

"That's so sweet of you, but i can't eat all of them, well atleast definitely not alone" he brought you 4 big cupcakes.

"You can give them to some other neighbour you're friends with" he proposed and you stayed quiet for a while, cheeks slightly pinker.

"I don't know anyone from this building, well maybe just you "and somehow, your rational brain thought of the most irrational thing ever.

" Do you wanna share them with me?" you blurted out. You invited Steve over, he was basically a stranger, that could have turned out to be total crackhead. But thankfully, that didn't happen.

" Yes-" he fake coughed to hide his embarrassment over how quick he'd said yes, " i mean, yeah sure, i'd love to" smooth Harrington always so smooth, he thought to himself.

"Great! Come on in." Steve stepped into your apartment and slowly looked around.

Your apartment radiated with very homey and peaceful energy. Something about it, made him feel like the sun shined brighter there and he could just close his eyes and feel safe.

"You have a very nice home" he complimented you.

"Thank you" you shyly answered him.

"Do you want something to drink? Juice or sparkling water o-or something else?" you nervously asked as Steve sat down on your sofa.

"Juice is perfect, thank you" You poured two glasses of the juice and went to sit next to him.

"Have you been living here for long?" he started the conversation.

"N-no, not really, i've been living here for just 2 months now, moved here from New York " you timidly spoke. Steve just then noticed, how shy you seemed to be.

"You've moved from New York to this hellhole?" Steve stared in disbelieve at you. His cupcake frozen in the air, halfway on the way to his mouth.

"Yeah well, i've always wanted to experience the life in a small city, I thought, trying it during my gap year would be a great idea. So here i am" you rapidly explained.

"You're taking a gap year aswell? But why Hawkings? You could have gone to any other small city, that are definitely better than this one" this boy had so many questions, you thought.

It didn't bother you, you just weren't use to it. Usually when people had so many questions about your life they were just being nosey, but Steve seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say.

"My grandma was from here, but i never got to visit her. She visited us, we never came here, so I wanted to see what the fuss was about" you explained .

"What about you?" you asked Steve.

"I've lived in Hawkings my whole life, but i wanted to move away from my parents house, y'know " Steve was mostly alone in that big house anyway, so moving away wasn't a hard thing to do.

"Yeah" you hummed in understanding.

"What about you and college?" you asked as you started to unwrap the cupcake.

"I'm taking a gap year to think about it. For now i'm working at the Family video store in the town" he replied.

You carefully took a bite out of the cupcake.

It looked and tasted very familiar. You could swear, that you had one just like this before.

And that's when It hit you. You recognized the taste, because they were from the very same coffee shop you worked at.

"You know, this tastes great, like it was baked by some professional baker" you said, trying to see if Steve would come clean about buying them.

"What can i say? I'm just excellent at baking" he smirked and enjoyed another bite of his cupcake.

"Really? Because it tastes exactly like the cupcakes, you can buy at this small coffee shop in the centre of the city. You know, the one near the library " you raised your eyebrows teasingly and Steve choked on the food.

"What coffee shop?" he tried to play it off cool, but there was no use, he knew you figured out the truth by the look on your face .

"Ugh fine. Yeah, i bought them, i did try to bake some, but they turned out horrible. So I went to buy these instead" he scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed that you found out.

"How did you find out?"

"Well, i kind of work there, that's how" you chuckled at the face, he made.

"You do?!"

"Yup. "

"Sorry?" he laughed, when he realised how stupid he was. Once again, embarrassing himself in front of you.

"It's alright" you jokingly nudged his shoulder by yours. Laughing along with him.

The conversation flowed easily between the two of you. You didn't even realise, you were talking for so long, until you looked at the clock.

You enjoyed talking to Steve a lot. It was so easy to talk to him and that's how you became best friends.

You started to see each other all the time, he visited you at your work and you visited him at his work, often bringing him cookies from the coffee shop.

You even got to know his friends and became part of the group. Robin often teased you two about how close you and Steve were. Saying you acted like an old married couple, but you shrugged it off everytime.

Fast forward a few months later. It was currently winter and it was freezing in Hawkings.

Steve drove you to and from work almost every day, but today he had to help the kids with something, meaning he didn't have the time to come and get you. So you had to walk.

As soon as you stepped outside from the inside of your work and the cold air hit your cheeks, you wanted to get inside to the warmth of your home. So you quickly walked the way to your apartment, desperately trying to escape the cold.

After you finally got home and opened the door, you shivered.

You'd expected your apartment to be very warm as always, but instead you were met with almost the same cold air.

"What the hell?" you said to yourself.

You went to touch the radiator, to see if it was hot. It was cold, no sign of it producing any heat.

You tried turning the heating on and off. Nothing, it didn't help. Then you tried bunch of other stuff to get it to work, even kicking the damn thing and still, it didn't start heating up.

You called your landlord and he came to look at it.

"What do you mean, the pipe is broken?" you asked annoyed.

"It's broken, so it can't heat up the water in the radiators. I called the mechanic. He'll come tomorrow morning to fix it" he casually said, like it was no big deal.

"Wait wait wait, tomorrow? But what am i meant to do, just sleep in my jacket and hope, that I don't freeze to death?" you couldn't believe, he was serious.

"I'm sorry miss, i can't do anything even if i wished, i could" he said, not even a tiny bit of consolation in his voice.

"Great, this is just great" you angrily said. But he was already in the elevator, not giving a shit about your despair. What an ass.

But there was nothing left to do, just for you to get inside and try to survive the night. I mean, you could have tried fixing it yourself, but that would probably ended in much bigger catastrophy.

So with a sigh, you gathered all the blankets and pillows you could find and set down on your sofa to watch something on TV.

Even with your winter jacket, 4 pairs of socks, multiple hoodies on and 3 blankets over you, you were shivering.

You tried to shift your focus from how cold you were to the show playing on the big screen and you managed to do that for a while, until a banging on your door rang out in the whole apartment.

You wobbled like a penguin from the sofa, the blankets still tightly wrapped around you and opened the door.

"Hey-What's wrong?" Steve's happy grin was swiftly replaced by a frown when he saw your upset face.

"Cold" you murmured and Steve pushed himself further into your apartment.

"Why isn't your heating on, pretty girl?" he questioned as he noticed the chilly temperature, worry laced in his words. Other time your cheeks would turn red at the pet name, but right now you were too cold.

"I would, but it's broken" you huffed in frustration as a shiver ran through your body and Steve immediately noticed it.

"What do you mean? Have you called the landlord?"

"Yes, he said, that something is wrong with the pipe and the mechanic can't come 'till tomorrow morning, so I have to survive the night like this " you complained and Steve eyes widened at your words.

"Uh-uh, not happening. C'mon" he extended his hand to you.

"Go where?"

"To my place. I'm not letting you sleep here without the heating on" he tugged you by your hand towards your door.

"Steve, i-i can't."

"Yes, you can. Y/N, it's freezing here. I can literally see my breath from the cold" he stubbornly argued.

"But i don't want to bother you, i can get through this one night just fine" and just as you said that, another shiver went through you. Not convincing Steve at all.

"You could never bother me and there's just no way, i'm letting you stay here. So stop arguing and get whatever you need, i'll wait for you here" you knew there was no point in arguing with him, he was right, you couldn't sleep there.

You nodded in defeat and went to your bedroom to get some clothes to sleep in, toothbrush and a hair brush.

"Welcome to your new home for tonight" Steve annoucened grandly, when you stepped into his apartment.

"Thank you, Stevie" you chuckled at his silly manners.

"You are very welcome" he grinned back at you, "so shall we order pizza and watch a movie?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

You made yourself comfortable on his sofa and let out a breath of relief. You were finally starting to feel the toes on your feet. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth spreading through your body, making you feel like the sun was hugging you.

"Pizza is on it's way, what should we watch?" Steve plopped himself down next to you and set a cup of tea in front of you.

"Do you have Back to the future?" you sweetly asked.

"Of course, you know i do, sweetheart" Steve bought, that movie purely just because it was your favorite.

He put the movie on and asked about your day, while you waited for the pizza to arrive.

Once the pizza arrived, you started the movie and silently ate, occasionally commenting on something happening in the movie.

Steve couldn't help, but to sneak a glance or two your way every few minutes. Your cheeks and nose were still red from the cold and you looked so cute like that.

Steve's crush on you only got worse since you'd became best friends, but he didn't want to ruin what you had, so he kept quiet about it. Silently wishing you felt the same.

And as he was admiring your pretty features, he noticed, you were still slightly shivering.

"Still cold?" he asked.

"A little" you replied, small smile on your face.

"C'here" he opened his hands for you to hug him and you happily obliged. He was like your personal heater and that made you snuggle even closer to him.

"Better?"

"Much better" you sighed in content and Steve just giggled at the sight of your squished face, buried in his chest.

You stayed like that the whole movie and almost fell asleep on Steve. But to be fair, it was kind of his fault, that he was so comfy to sleep on. He also kept stroking your hair and that was bringing the sleep to you even faster.

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" Steve noticed your tired face.

"To bed?" your sleepy brain wasn't catching on.

"Yeah" Steve chuckled, "to my bed. I'll sleep here."

"What? No. You sleep in your bed, i'll sleep here" you bickered.

"Nope, i want you to take the bed, it's more comfortable than this" he wasn't gonna let you sleep on this terrible, spine breaking couch.

"But Steve, it's already enough, that you let me sleep over. You don't need to do anything more, i'm happy to take the sofa" you patted the cushions, you were sitting on.

"Nope, you take the bed, i'll stay right here" he wasn't giving up. Headstrong as always.

"Steve..." you pleaded for him to just let you sleep there.

"It's decided then" he ignored your protests and went to get his pillow and duvet, but you gently caught his wrist.

"Steve and what if we...y'know... w-what if we just shared the bed" you shyly proposed, avoiding his gaze after you said it.

"Are you sure?" he didn't want you too feel uncomfortable.

"Y-yes, i'm sure" you reassured him.

"Okay" he softly smiled down at you.

After you were all ready for the sleep, you sat on the edge of the bed and awkwardly waited for Steve to come out of the bathroom.

Steve was your best friend and best friends had sleepovers, but it was different with Steve. You had feelings for Steve and sleeping in his bed with him, would be hard to get over. It made you anxious to the point, you were biting the inside of your cheek.

"Are you really okay with this?" Steve came out from the bathroom and saw you deep in your thought.

"I am, i just didn't know which side you'd wanted" you quickly made up a lie.

"Oh. Whatever side you leave me with, pretty girl" he didn't care about the sides, he only cared about your comfort.

"Okay, then i'll sleep on the left and you can sleep on the right."

You made your way to your side of the bed and quietly slipped under the covers, turning the lamp on the bedside table off. You layed on your side, your back facing him.

"Goodnight Y/N" Steve softly spoke, after he layed down, aswell. Leaving a plenty of space between you and him.

"Goodnight."

"Steve?" you spoke again after a few minutes and turned around to face him.

"You awake?"

"Yeah.." he peaked at you through just one eye.

"I just wanted to say, t-thank you" you sheepishly admited. Steve turned to face you, aswell.

"Of course, i'd do anything for you" Steve confessed and he hoped, you understood, he really meant it.

"Anything. I'm here for you, whatever you need."

Steve's sweet words made you feel the butterflies in your tummy. He was always so good to you, never once he made you feel bad or uneasy. He just had such a good heart. And you loved that about him.

You wanted to tell him, how you really felt. He was looking at you with so much adoration and love, that you thought, it was now or never.

You wouldn't be able to fall asleep, if you didn't tell him.

"Steve?" you inched slightly closer to him.

"Yeah?"

"Can i tell you something?" you weren't sure if it was a good idea to tell him, but it was too late to back out now. The irrational thoughts got the best of you, whenever you were around Steve.

"Always. "

"Ilikeyou" you said in one breath. Eyes glued shot, not wanting to see his reaction.

Steve mouth hanged wide open. He didn't know what to say.

"Am i dreaming? I must be" he finally broke the silence.

"I'm sorr-"

"I must be dreaming, because there's no way, that the girl i've had a crush on since i had laid my eyes on her, likes me back. No fucking way" his face was painted in happines with the biggest smile on.

"You are not dreaming" you slowly opened your eyes, praying that he was seriously saying what you thought he was saying.

"Good, because if you really do like me, i have to say, that I like you back" he grinned at you.

"Really?" you asked.

"Yeah, i like you, beautiful. I have for a while now."

He shuffled closer to you to the point your noses were brushing.

"Can i kiss you?" Steve looked down at your lips, the lips he had dreamed of kissing so many times.

"Yes" you said a little too fast, but you didn't care as Steve's lips brushed yours.

He kissed you tentatively at first, giving you the chance to pull away, if you've changed your mind.

But when you didn't, he fully leaned in. Kissing you hard, but still very tenderly. You were trying to memorise every second of it, not ever wanting for the moment to end.

A good while passed 'till you pulled away. You were both breathless with slightly swollen lips. You kept your forehead on his and you were both grinning at each other like some idiots. Idiots in love, maybe.

"You should have your heating broken more often" Steve laughed as he cuddled you close.

"Why is that?" you questioned.

"'Cause then i'll get to hold you in my arms just like this" he smirked and gave you a light kiss on the temple.

"You can always just ask."

"I could, but where's the fun in that? " he joked and you playfully poked him in the ribs.

"Night, Steve."

"Goodnight, pretty girl."

...

Hey guys, thank you for reading. Feedback is always appreciated, feel free to comment. If anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

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efangamez · 1 year

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Hey you beautiful people!

My name is EfanGamez, a very neurodivergent trans and pan creator who has created 20+ games and have gotten nearly 30,000 downloads on my games!

On this blog, you can find some stuff that I have created, as well as just some fun stuff. I'm not here to preach to people or make sales only; I just want people to enjoy what I make!

You can find my games right here. I promise they're amazing!

If you want separate stores, look below as well!

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Have a wonderful day! 💜✨💜✨

MY BOUNDARIES <3

So a little PSA going forward btw! This isn't meant as a call out or anything, but a stating of boundaries with my page and communication, as well as some clear ups!

I am incredibly mentally ill and autistic, with memory loss and attention disorders, so if we communicate and things are a little wonky, let me know! Sometimes I'm unaware what I'm saying may be a little rude, so please kindly let me know!

Boundary 1: Please do not ask me to review game items of yours or someone else's! I currently am trying to simply exist in this world by eating, drinking, and showering, so I may not have time to read your games, even if they're really short. I think that, for me right now, it puts a lot of pressure on me that I just cannot deal with right now.

Boundary 2: Please do not ask for advice or tips unsolicited unless through an ask. Again, because I'm a slow texter and have memory loss, I may not be able to get back to you, and I'd much rather you just ask publicly than privately.

Boundary 3: Please no unsolicited DMs. I have learned the hard way many people on this app who DM me wanting something, trying to strike up conversations, or love bomb you, are trying to get something out of you, and I'm kinda tired of it, frankly. Some people who have DMed me have become cool peeps I can talk to, but some have manipulated me and used me, and when I was of no use, discarded me. Because of this, please ONLY DM me if I have expressed a want to otherwise! (This is for mostly random people I don't know, so if we're already talking, we should be good!)

Boundary 4:This kinda goes without saying, but please do not interact with me if you are a minor. This is an 18+ page.

Boundary 5: This one may sting for some people, but it's my personal boundary and it has nothing to do with people individually. I do not wish to be called a "friend" of yours unless I myself call you that. It's a term I hold quite dear and hold for a VERY few people. I'm more like an acquaintance to many people or even just one step up from stranger. Again, it does not mean I don't like you, I just hold friendships super close to my heart, and I've been burned calling people friend who truly are not mine.

Boundary 6: This one is kinda twofold. I want people to know that if my boundaries are crossed after warning, I will block you. My mental health cannot take constant violations of my boundaries, and thus I have to enforce them. The next is that I will ALWAYS restate a boundary with someone, because I'll never expect anyone to know a boundary without them knowing, so if it happens, I'll let you know, sometimes more than once if I know you well enough.

Boundary 7: I will ALWAYS talk about politics or human rights issues, so if you have an issue with that, please do not interact with me. I do not wish to be comrades with those who are "apolitical".

And that's it! I know it's a ton, but like I said, I'll never expect anyone to know automatically what my boundaries are, so if ya mess up, I'll let ya know very kindly!

I'll also have this up on my pinned post so that way people can know exactly my boundaries are!

Have a wonderful day to y'all, and to my fellow disabled and mentally ill baddies out there; you are absolutely loved, and please don't drive yourself to spiral because your feelings are ALWAYS valid (this goes to me too lol).

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monstersandmaw · 10 months

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i saw your post about feeling like it isn't worth it to write cuz of reblogs lacking etc and wanted to let you know that even if they're not interacting with it, somebody out there saw it and enjoyed it, or even needed it.

i feel a bit bad for dragging my feet on this, am sorri, but i wanted to say thank you for your writing, the way you build up your little worlds and scenes and characters, and fill them with this genuine little warm and cozy feeling that you can just curl up in. (and pull off plot beats and subtle hints like a pro. :})

because i stumbled across your stories when i was at a severe low point, trying to patch myself up mentally after an abusive mess. and your stories, your writing, all the warmth and coziness and genuineness and just how sweet and intimate you craft relationships- it helped. deeply. it helped remind me what a good healthy and loving relationship looks like, what i should look up to and gauge a future one on, what i shouldn't bend on just because someone doesn't like it - and yes, i know, you're not the sole arbiter of relationship standards, please don't worry - but it still helped so much then. it reminded me that the hell i went though wasn't normal, wasn't on me, and i kept going thru your stories to remind me on the worse days. and those bad days kept coming less, because reminding me eventually gave me a small little constant flame of understanding and hope and relief with all this. and so your writing means and represents so fucking much to me. so thank you. so much.

obviously one person's experience doesn't make up for that work-to-appreciation ratio, or even a tiny number. but i hope knowing that for someone, (maybe even many someones), your writing represents more than just regular reading fodder- helps lessen the feeling of writing not being worth it for you. even if it's a tiny tiny bit.

I don’t have enough words for how lovely and kind (and brave) this is of you, Anon. Thank you.

I never mean to guilt trip people into reblogging, and only ever mean it as a general rule to encourage people who don’t know or aren’t sure about the etiquette, or to remind people who just comment ‘more pls’ without any other effort/nuance.

For those like this sweet Anon who don’t have the spoons or the energy or the time or whatever, you absolutely carry on as you are. It’s always so hard making posts which try to get people fired up about reblogging because I know it’s also going to look like I’m pressuring the quieter folk to do something they’re not comfortable with etc.

Know that at the heart of it, you’re all welcome here, whether you’re lurking and chilling out, or reblogging left right and centre.

Thank you for taking the time and effort out of your day to reassure me with this, Anon, and I hope you know you’re as treasured and valued as anyone else who contributes to this community simply by being here with us to enjoy all the creations people share.

Take good care of yourself, and goodnight from a very warm room somewhere in the south of England :). 👻💤

#sweet anon #and even though fiction shouldn’t be taken as a guide for real life it can help show you what your priorities are and what sorts of things #you want out of life #so if something I wrote helps you learn about yourself #then I’m honoured

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ametrictonofaudacity · 2 months

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Yay matchups! So hello I hope you’re doing alright and feel free to take your time on this one :)

So my name is Lune, and please make sure it’s platonic. I’m aroace and agender, I’m 17 turning 18 (in a few weeks actually I’m pretty excited), I enjoy skating gaming drawing and playing piano (I’m trying to learn guitar). I should definitely mention that I’m autistic and have adhd, although you aren’t expected to do too much research for me, just keep in mind when going out or when I’m with too many people I end up being difficult, this also means I’m a little picky with the clothes I buy as the food I eat. As for my personality it really depends on the atmosphere and how long I’ve known someone but naturally when we just meet I’m extremely awkward, I don’t go out of my way to greet or talk to people, I usually hide or talk to anyone else in the room, plus I might find an excuse to leave early because of how low my social battery is. When I’m a little closer I’ll start being physically affectionate, of course if the friend allows it, not too much though, but it’ll still be noticeable. Speaking about physical affection that’s one of my main love languages, I am the type of friend to hug or kiss my friends on the forehead, if they’re comfortable of course! Additionally I tend to stim too much, I have a hard time controlling my vocal chords so I might appear like I’m yelling, and sometimes, if I’m in an extremely good mood, I’ll feel like I’m high off of happiness. I know I’m not high but it’s the best way to put it,y cheeks turn red I get all giddy and giggly, I run around the room, I like touching stuff with textures rub my face on it and spin around, it’s just pure hyperactivity. I already mentioned this but since I have a small social battery I might need a lot of space? Like me time. Otherwise things get too overwhelming and I shut down, I might cry even. Me time can vary depending on how long I’ve spent outside the house, like if I spent a few days with someone 3-4. I probably wouldn’t make any plans for another week and a few days. The last thing I feel like I should mention is im a little sensitive, I might not exactly cry but I’ll get hurt by a lot of things.

If this is important at all, which I doubt, but I’m raised in the Middle East, I speak Arabic and I did immigrate to North America.

Anyway that’s it thank you for your time

Hi!! Sorry this took me so long, I may or may not have gone into a depressive episode lmfao. Also I really like your name! Without further ado, here ya go! I am also autistic and ADHD, so we're twinning lmao

I match you with Clark Kent!

When the two of you meet, admittedly, it's a little awkward. Clark was used to being quiet, unassuming Clark Kent, and as you mentioned, you don't go out of your way to engage with new people. And Clark wouldn't want to pressure you, he can see how uncomfortable you are, and he understands that some people just didn't like strangers, simply because they were strangers.

But then the two of you keep meeting, and gradually, you start growing more comfortable around him. Part of this is due to Bruce, who he had gotten used to stealing away when the other hero got too uncomfortable in a situation, and had unintentionally taught him how to spot when someone's social battery was getting low, even if they were forcing themselves not to show it in any obvious ways. So he would guide you away with a comforting hand on your shoulder, and make quiet excuses for you, saying how he needed you to help him with this or that thing, how he was very sorry but it just couldn't wait. If you needed to be alone, in order to recharge your social battery before the next bit of interaction, he would run interference, making sure you had time to recuperate. Half the time he just sicced Jon on them, because his son would also be very fond of you and look up to you as an older sibling, even if he realizes he's your sibling before Clark realizes he's your Dad.

As for sensory issues and being a picky eater or being picky in regards to clothes, Clark has so much experience in this you have no idea. Even if his own children didn't struggle with textures, which they do with both Conner and Jon being ADHD which they inherited from him, he struggled a lot with textures as a kid himself. Granted, part of it was due to super senses overwhelming him before he had gotten his invulnerability, but still. Sensory overload is hell, and he is aware of it. He goes out of his way to try and memorize what textures you enjoy, and which ones you don't like.

I think the first time he realizes how fond he is of you, and that you are absolutely his kid, is the first time you openly show excitement and enthusiasm in front of him. I could see Conner teaching you guitar, or maybe the two of you playing together with you playing the piano while Conner plays the guitar and this man is just- big feelings. Big feelings he has no idea what to do with because those are his kids and he loves them so much he thinks he might die from how strong it is.

He absolutely gets you blankets with texture you like too, and various stim toys. He may accidentally steal one, though, be warned.

I honestly see him as being the sort of person to try and learn more about where you were raised. Does this mean he will be trying to learn Arabic? Yes. Is he very good at it at first? No. Does he have a best friend who's son is more than willing to insult him if it meant he got better at speaking Arabic? Yes, even if Damian could afford to be a little less mean about it.

Another good thing is that Clark is pretty much the ideal for if you feel you cry or get upset easy. He's able to actually communicate his emotions, unlike some (*cough* Batman *cough*) and he knows how to make himself seem less intimidating.

All in all, cool dad. Even as a platonic yandere, he would be pretty chill, although there's more kidnapping involved

#yandere platonic matchups #matchups #I wasnt sure if u wanted yandere or not but tbh the only thing that would change is the kidnapping #yandere platonic superman #platonic superman

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pandoraslxna · 7 months

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Why is my damn thing being ignored !!! The ones with 2 like getting reblogs now...

🥺

Are you the same anon that sent the last two asks regarding the interactions on fics that are posted by smaller blogs?

Okay listen, i see where you are coming from but the way you worded things sounded a little off to me and they even made me feel pressured to interact with others. I‘m not ignoring anyone on purpose and just because my blog is considered "big" doesn’t mean I didn’t work just as hard on my fics as any smaller blog did. I‘m also not responsible for peoples reach…

Besides, it’s only day two of Kinktober and there’s already so much for me to catch up on and I’m trying my best. (I‘m not complaining, I literally wake up smiling because I’m excited to read everyone’s works) But I also want to take my time reading and reacting to fics because I want my feedback to be sincere, not rush it.

You can’t expect interactions to happen within seconds or sometimes even hours. We all live in different time zones and even if I come across your fic right after you’ve published it, that doesn’t mean I immediately have time to sit down and read it. Please understand that this takes time, especially if your readers have jobs or a simply a busy schedule (family, friends, school, other appointments,…)

I do however try to read my friends fics first, that much is true and I’m not ashamed to admit it. My moots are my friends and therefore their works are a priority to me. That doesn’t mean I’m ignoring smaller blogs or blogs I don’t follow!!

Theres a reason why I told everyone you have to tag me in your Kinktober works, because I’m bookmarking them all for when I actually have time to read and properly react to them. I’ve been so busy the past two days I couldn’t even check out the #lunaskinktober2023 tag to find new fics, but that’s just how life is sometimes. This is meant to be a fun little event, not a competition or a reason to stress yourself out over the number of likes and reblogs on your post.

Lastly I want to remind everyone that even I have boundaries when it comes to certain kinks and tropes or general topics in fics, so obviously I won’t read or reblog fics that contain things I’m not into.

#𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

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blorbo-adoption-poll · 4 months

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Adoption poll preliminary match 11

Chazz Princeton (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX)

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)

Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Only two will move on

Propaganda under the cut

Chazz Princeton (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX) Propaganda

Going into parental situation first, he has neither Mother Nor Father and lives with his adult older brothers. They are horrendously rich and the respective "Rulers" of the political and financial world, wanting Chazz to be the Ruler of the dueling world so the Princeton family can achieve world domination, Chazz is the only one out of them that actually knows how to play and I cannot stress enough how utterly important this Card Game is In-Universe. His attitude reflects his social standing well, he looks down on other people and cards, behaving haughty and arrogant, acting as the rival and antagonist for the first few episodes. He starts off using very powerful cards with high Attack and such, being in possesion of them through his wealth. It doesn't take very long to realize that he isn't exactly as confident as he presents himself.

His brothers are undoubtedly emotionally abusive, plainly seen in how they interact with him whenever they're present, pressuring him to the extent that losing horrifies him so much he resorts to throwing someones cards into the ocean to cheat a win, crying and talking to himself in a bathroom before a Duel and simply straight up taking a boat and running away to the North Pole. He ends up disowned anyway.

His favouring of powerful cards turns out to be from his brothers as well as they before a Duel that they decide to broadcast by the way, try to give him an incredibly powerful deck, thinking he wouldn't win otherwise, they make winning a necessity to him. At this point he refuses, wanting to win using his own deck, the cards he got at North Academy, the school he ended up at when he fled.

When Chazz loses one of them grabs him by the front of his shirt and lifts him up though it is unclear wether they are generally physically abusive.

Eventually he ends up beating one of them who's playing the Deck he refused to use in a Duel with monsters that all have an incredibly low attack.

Plus, their dub names are Slade and Jagger, no one called that should be allowed to raise anyone.

Chazz is all around an incredibly great character. He's angry all the time, he is haunted by the worlds most annoying freaks that love him so much, he rallies an audience behind him with ease and the chant of "Chazz It Up", he does not wash his clothes at all and they smell so bad. He wrote a poem once.

I fail to bring justice for the Chazz, but he is simply a little jackass with a horrendous family situation.

(Also he was disowned after the duel)

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) Propaganda

he's tormented and the entire story feels precluded by his eventual death because his soul is already sold to a demon at the start of the series. this guy is like 13 or something and he is fated to have his soul taken from him. which i personally see as a nice metaphorical parallel to the "default" response to severe traumas being eventual death and doom. staying alive is an active struggle and work of will. i propose we kill the demon he's indebted to and give this kid a safe comfortable place to start recovering from everything he's been though. please

Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter) Propaganda

Boy does not deserve to be with his abusive assassin family so I shall take him in as my own.

#tournament poll #adoption poll #chazz princeton #yugioh #yugioh gx #ciel phantomhive #black butler #killua zoldyck #hunter x hunter

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 9 months

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Hello darling Em!

Your fluff writing is so cute 😍

I was hoping to put in a request for something sweet with Káno. Y/N has been working very hard on a lot of projects and has not only overworked themselves, but also they feel very gloomy, unaccomplished, and tired. How would Káno react / how would he make Y/N feel better?

Please and thank you! I wanna know your take! 💚💚💚

Imagine Maglor comforting you after overworking yourself

Word count: 1.9K

Tags: Fluff, Maglor being the epitome of comfort ugh

Author's note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I had so much fun writing this little imagine💚🌿 Enjoy!

Today was the day. You had felt it when you had awoken this morning but decided to ignore the sinking feeling of exhaustion. There was simply too much to be done, you couldn’t possibly take a break — Eru forbid if you missed your deadline!

So here you were, hunched over a bunch of papers, trying to decipher the meaning behind the scribblings you had hastily written the night before. But to no avail.

"What were you thinking, Y/N?" You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed exasperatedly. It was late autumn and the harvest festival was upon the Blue Mountains. You had been asked by the neighboring village to kindly open the festivities with a speech commemorating the history of elven customs during harvest season, particularly since everyone knew you had an affinity for history; be it art, music or traditions. It was your duty as a noble of this house to attend events like this and while you enjoyed them more than anyone else in the estate — even your husband, who was known to be the biggest supporter of merry gatherings such as this one — you found yourself regretting to have agreed to this specific occasion. One could say your enthusiasm and eagerness to please were your toxic traits, for they drained you to no end, making you question your entire existence and role in this realm.

It wasn’t like anyone would be mad at you for declining the opening ceremony, however, you simply hadn’t had the strength to say no when they had asked you. Harvest season was a busy one. And now, you were responsible for not only the festivities taking place at your estate but consequently the neighboring village as well. How you were supposed to shoulder all of that, you had no idea. You knew Makalaurë was knee deep in his own affairs, but it frustrated you to no end seeing how he seemed to be able to balance all of his tasks while simultaneously enjoying them. How did he do it? How could he still dance around the corridors of this house, interacting with everyone with that huge smile on his face while you had no capacities to even drink enough water for the day? You felt pressure on your forehead where a frown had formed.

"I don’t have time for this right now.."

Sloppily gathering the indecipherable papers on your desk, determined to start anew — hopefully this time your notes would actually be readable — you accidentally knocked over a stack of books that had been balancing rather dangerously on the right edge of your desk. That was it. The last straw.

Angrily scrunching up and ripping the papers in your hand, you kicked your desk with all your might and a nasty pain shot through your foot. You yelled and the papers went flying, along with your composure. The books were scattered all over the floor, shreds of paper were raining down on you to remind you of your failure, and all you could see were your ink stained hands shaking in front of your eyes before the tears inevitably took over.

Eru. You were a mess. Your entire room was. This entire season had been. You had officially hit the wall head-on. There was nothing more to be done. You could already see the mayor’s face in your head, eyeing you with that disappointed look. How did you ever think you could fit this speech into your schedule? It was quiet for a moment, and you tried your hardest to suppress the tears because you simply did not have the time to be crying right now.

Get it together, Y/N, you’re such a joke.

That was when the door opened and in came Makalaurë, holding his lyre and a book in his hands. He was glowing, about to tell you something wonderful it seemed. But the second he saw the scene in front of him, he clutched the lyre tightly in shock.

"My love, what’s wrong?" He rushed to your side and put down his things, completely focusing on you. His eyes were blue like the sky on a summer’s day, something you hadn’t seen in ages it seemed, for the sky was grey and cloudy today. And it had been yesterday. And the day before that. Eru, you hadn’t left your chambers in almost a week.

"I can’t do it, Laurë," you sobbed, clumsily wiping your eyes with your sleeves. "The festival’s in three days and I can’t even read my own handwriting, and there’s so much to be done- the speech isn’t even halfway done- the decorations for the foyer- a-and the dining area- oh Eru, I’m going to have a meltdown,“ you cried, arms flying around his neck to hold onto him for dear life.

Makalaurë was shocked to see you this hysterical, you had always prided yourself on your hardworking nature and ability to thrive under pressure, but he had feared this day would come. Soon enough, you would have had to realize you had overbooked yourself. He had told you multiple times to always make time in the day to care for yourself so that completing tasks would be easier and more enjoyable, but stubborn how you could be, you had dismissed his advice. He couldn’t blame you, really — you did have an impressive resume so surely, you knew better than him. Not this time though.

"Oh, love…" he sighed, gently kissing the top of your head before cradling your face, eyes scanning over the morbid looking nuances of your skin. When was the last time you had eaten? Or seen sunlight?

He felt horrible for not noticing earlier how exhausted you had been this whole time. Granted, he had been completely immersed in his own duties as the Lord of the House, but that did not excuse him disregarding your wellbeing. Because here you were, arms almost limply around his neck, breathing heavily, the bags underneath your dull, reddened eyes prominent as ever. He needed to get you out of this godforsaken room.

"We are to leave this room immediately," he began and you moved to open your mouth in protest but found yourself too tired to speak up now. He was right and you knew it. Carefully helping you stand up, he guided you around the books on the floor before draping a soft tunic over your shoulders. "Let’s get you something to eat."

You snuggled into the fabric, leaning into his form next to you. You did not know where he was taking you, but the idea of fresh air and food already lifted your spirits in ways you could not have imagined back in your study.

You ended up in the old greenhouse at the far edge of his estate, hidden away in the gardens. The air was humid, it seemed like rain was upon you. Makalaurë lead you inside, towards an upholstered bench where you sat down, immediately pulling your legs up to your chest and closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air and soothing scents of the plants around you. When you opened them again, he stood in front of you, smiling lovingly before moving to get a blanket from a cabinet next to you, wrapping your body in it.

"I’ll be right back, anything specific you wish to drink?" He asked, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. You took a second before replying "Some herbal tea, perhaps? I think I need it." That was all he needed to hear before nodding and hastening out of the greenhouse, keen on bringing you whatever it was you desired.

It didn’t take long for your lover to return with a tray of the finest selection of fruits, a vibrantly colored salad, a bowl of steaming pumpkin soup and a cup of your most beloved blend of herbal tea. He took a seat next to you and began feeding you small pieces of fruit first, to encourage your appetite. "You could have told me, Y/N," he scolded you softly, to which you would have looked away sheepishly if it wasn’t for his hand tenderly grasping your chin so that he could feed you a spoon of the delicious soup. When you felt motivated enough, you carefully took the bowl out of his hands and began eating on your own accord. You did not miss him watching you like a hawk, making sure you did not waste a single drop. It was quiet in the greenhouse, except for some birds chirping in the distance.

"I didn’t want to bother you," you spoke, to which he raised his eyebrow. That was a bad excuse and you knew it. "I just- I didn’t want to admit to my failure. So many people were counting on me, how could I possibly decline any of their requests?" The empty bowl in your lap was replaced with the cup of tea. His hands lingered on yours, sweetly caressing your knuckles.

"I understand. But your health and wellbeing are of the utmost importance. You cannot possibly fulfill all of these tasks without taking care of yourself, love. There are many things I admire about you, and your enthusiasm and drive are a big part of that. You are such a determined individual with intentions purer than the lullabies a mother would sing to her child. You put everyone first, and it is my job to remind you not to be too selfless, to give yourself the treatment everyone else receives from you. Look at me," his gaze was warm, concerned and wistful "You are never a burden, understand? I would never play down your abilities, but seeing you so exhausted tells me you need a hand. And you should never feel ashamed to ask for help, especially not from me." Your brows furrowed, and you found yourself fighting the tears yet again because you knew he was right.

"As for the speech, I forbid you to set foot into your study for the rest of today. Tomorrow, we will work on it together, but today is no longer meant for working. Don't even think about it." You nodded quietly, grateful to have him here to ground you. He truly was your rock.

"I already talked to the staff about the dining area and the foyer — they are more than happy to assist with putting the decorations up, seeing as you already sketched most of it out." His arms came around you in an embrace, squeezing you so tightly you almost spilled your tea. With his soft lips meeting your forehead, you closed your eyes and for the first time this week didn’t feel guilty about it. "Thank you, Laurë," you whispered, overwhelmed by his affections and caring soul, "I don’t know what I would do without you."

“Perish, I’m afraid," he replied, his chest rumbling with a hearty laugh, sending comforting vibrations throughout your body. So you remained, in each others arms. It didn’t take long for the rain to arrive, and soon enough, the pitter-patter of each little droplet contributed to a soothing symphony sounding on the glass walls around you. The last thing you perceived was Makalaurë's beautiful voice humming an innocent memory to greet the rain, feeling thankful and relaxed at last.

#maglor #makalaurë #maglor x reader #maglor imagine #request

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allthingsencanto · 2 years

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I think if I had to sum up my analysis regarding the story of the family and Bruno, it would be simply that BOTH parties should have been there for each other, and yet at one point….they weren’t, and that’s the sad reality. So…..while we don’t know the full story of course, it always felt to me that Bruno’s sisters, his brothers in law, and even his mother cared for him, and tried their best to support him. We see that his sisters clearly missed him when he was gone, Félix and Agustín are nothing but supportive guys, and even his mother cared for him, which is one of the reasons why I personally think she was so torn when he left, because she thought he didn’t care about them. It seems like over time however, as his reputation with the village got harder and harder, that’s when he isolated himself, becoming distant from the family like Jared had said. Not only was he an introvert who was already uncomfortable around some people, but the burden and stress of things not going his way to help the family, his reputation of being a bad omen, someone who brought nothing but negativity to a family and village that wanted to feel safe….all took a really heavy toll on him. At the same time, it must have been frustrating for the family as well. Dolores described them as “fumbling” in her verse, not really understanding of his prophecies and constantly on edge because of it. They love one another and probably wanted to help him out, but at the same time it was difficult, because he brought negative prophecy after negative prophecy in their eyes, and it wasn’t helping anyone.

I can see some of the members trying to reach out to Bruno, to help and try to works things out, not just for themselves, but for all of them as a family. Sadly, there was probably a point where nobody was getting anywhere, Bruno was distancing himself, and the family meanwhile wanted everything to be good, for everyone to feel safe and happy (which includes Bruno of course.) It also doesn’t help that at the time, Pepa and Julieta were probably under pressure because of their gifts, and even Félix and Agustín, being new additions to the family and all. I definitely see while characters like Isabela and Dolores were around, the relationship between Bruno and his sisters became a little strained, not just because of Pepa’s wedding fiasco, but because they’re genuinely trying to reach to him, and yet he keeps pushing himself away. I see him coming out occasionally to interact with his family as well as of course give Dolores and Isabela their visions, yet when that’s all done, he goes back to his tower, much to his family’s dismay. This would eventually cause a lot of frustrations and lack of communications within the family, because they’re all going through their own things, yet at the same time want to please each other, and on TOP of that, they want to please the village. The family trying their best to love and help each other, but not really understand someone like Bruno at the same time is what sparks the obstacles for this family. It’s one of the reasons why I felt Julieta had told Mirabel that Bruno “lost his way in the family”- because in her eyes they tried to come together, it didn’t end up working, and then he left, without anyone knowing why, and resenting him for doing so. I personally think one of the reasons they were so upset is that they felt they could have FIXED things with him. Even if they didn’t know how, they could have fixed this one way or another, in a normal functional family’s case, talking things out would be the best alternative, and yet instead of doing so, Bruno left, because in his eyes there WAS no alternative, or maybe he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

I had remembered a time when a question I was dying to know was if Bruno’s sisters or any other members tried to stand up for him when the village spoke badly of him (and this would be before he left). Luckily, someone at one point asked Jared exactly that, and this is what he responded with:

And he’s absolutely correct. Family dynamics ARE complicated, just like people are complicated, they’re layered. Again, we don’t know the full story, but ONE thing is clear, the family did care for Bruno.

And so….circling back to what I said above, the reason why I said that both parties weren’t there for one another as time went on, is because it has to do with the point of Encanto, the point of the movie that I’ve been saying a lot over time. That point being, the Madrigals are a family that love each other, but over time they lost sight of what was important. They were so focused on keeping their miracle and pleasing the village as well as others, that they forgot to be there for one another, and it didn’t help that they had their OWN struggles as well. With the family, I’ll say that they could have tried to clear his name (and this would be BEFORE he left not after), or tried to understand his prophecies, but they didn’t, and with Bruno, he could have TALKED to his family, but he didn’t as well. Which I have to say real quick for the Bruno lovers that yes, we ALL love Bruno, and he had the best intentions when he left the family, but people need to keep in mind that at the same time, what he did was wrong. He shouldn’t have blocked himself off, he should have tried to fix things, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it because of the fear of what would happen. Both sides care for one another, but they don’t know what to do, they lack communication skills, they’re stumped. And once Bruno DID leave, things took a toll for the worst. Not only did the family from their perspective have NO idea why he did it, but once Mirabel didn’t get her gift the same day, the fear in Alma changed her, causing her to be more stern and strict on the family, growing her toxic facade we see in the film. She didn’t think that he cared about the family, and from that the family stopped talking about Bruno. Any pent up anger, sadness, frustration, all of that needed to be hidden in the adult Madrigals, because they had to keep their perfect facade, not let the other sides to them show, and not break down. Jared had confirmed that the cracks started when Bruno left, so it really DID take an emotional toll on everyone, as well as Abuela’s expectations raising….and of course while all of THIS was going on, Bruno was secretly behind the walls, patching the cracks.

And so, we come to the ending, where the family reunited with him. I’ve seen a lot of people want the family to apologize to him for quote “talking shit behind his back” (even though they all had a right to resent him and even not really consider him family after leaving for 10 YEARS GASP unpopular opinion I guess because people seem to forget that they didn’t know why he left in their eyes, and they had stopped talking about him) but I wanted the family to apologize to him just for everything he’s been through, and assure him that things will be better, and that he won’t feel alone. And when you think about it, that’s exactly what we got in the movie. For starters, some people think that Bruno was apologizing for no reason, or that he didn’t need to, and that’s not true. He was apologizing for a lot of things, but mainly for leaving, as well as Pepa’s wedding. A lot of people seem to overlook the lyrics to “All of You”, because you have Alma who tells him to his face that the miracle isn’t a gift, its HIM, and his sisters who tell him the words “No matter what happens, we’re going to find our way”, which is obviously implying that they’re going to get through this, and no matter what is broken, it’s nothing they can’t fix. Even though Bruno was apologizing, you could tell that none of the members cared anymore, they were just freaking HAPPY to have him back, happy to know that he was alive and well, and with them. The family (and I mean EVERY member) was all under pressure and while they didnt act the best, they now know that they can work to grow and better themselves and their relationships in a better way— hence why they had to work together to rebuild Casita brick by brick, which is symbolizing them rebuilding the family. There could have been tears, hardships, make-ups, and apologies for all we know during that time the house was built, but most importantly, you SEE how happy everyone was to see Bruno, they truly did miss him, it was just the lack of communication, the hidden feelings and expectations that got in the way. Even if the ending was rushed you could say, you can tell that the family is working to be better, talking things out now, knowing that they’re not alone and that they can fix what’s broken over time.

To get to the bottom of it, people always fight over which side is in the wrong, people blame the family, and some blame Bruno. The way I see I see it, BOTH sides are in the wrong, because not everything is black and white. The story of Bruno and the family is certainly something that’s complex, deep, layered, and complicated, but the overall message in my eyes is that Bruno could have talked things out, and so could the family. They both are in the wrong, but that doesn’t mean they’re horrible people, or didn’t care for one another. The lesson to be learned is that communication is the key, don’t hide yourself, talk with your family members, open up about things, even if it could be messy. But…to quote Bruno……“OOOOR….MAYBE I’M WRONG! It’s a mystery!” So yeah…keep in mind that almost….almost EVERYTHING I said was speculation and interpretation. I just wanted to try to deep dive into the family and Bruno for a bit, and discuss MY personal thoughts on what I thought went down with the events that we didn’t get to see. So this post was mainly my two personal cents, so if you disagree with me, that’s perfectly okay! You’re opinions are valid, and I would love to know y’all’s thoughts and what you think went down with Bruno and the family. This is definitely why we need a series, I really hope to see more explorations and all, but for now, enjoy my theories and all! Thank you for reading! 💚

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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MEDA!! CONGRATS ON 500 BABEY🥳🥳 you’ve worked so hard for this and im so proud of you!!!

i’d like to request Frozen Pines and edward nashton👀

Author's Note | Sophia. Light of my life. Thank you so much. your support and your friendship means more than words can describe. please accept my offering of dear old Eddie being a little fucking freak.

You breaking up with him seemed like such an impossibility. He'd been so wrapped around your little finger that he thought you'd never find a way to be unhappy with him.

It's not like he let you leave without putting up a fight. He'd begged and yelled and cried. Anything short of physically keeping you in his arms in an attempt to decipher your decision.

But instead you gather your things and go back to your apartment. As you stand in your doorway, eyes not meeting his tear stained cheeks, you say, "I'm sorry, Eddie. It's me, not you."

You? What was wrong with you? Absolutely nothing, as far as he's concerned. You're wonderful. Perfectly stable, aside from the occasional breakdown. But who doesn't go through a difficult time every once in a while? Besides, he was there for you during them. If anything, that should give him extra points.

So, really..it must be him. Wide awake in the dead of night, Edward analyzes every aspect of your relationship with him, turning around each little conversation and interaction he can remember and being unable to see himself as anything other than your adoring and doting boyfriend. He's given you every gnarled and decaying part of himself. Everything but the blood, of course. The trail of blood would surely get him caught. And he can't be caught. Not unless it's on his own terms.

If anything, he's really grown with you! He can see a light at the end of the tunnel. A future that he can tangibly fight for. A real person who takes all of his pain and cradles it gently. You're a diamond in this city full of fool's gold. And under your gentle pressure, you've compressed him into a jewel that could someday be as glittering and beautiful as you are.

It really isn't him, he concludes with glee; it is you! You're simply too terrified of your feelings for him! Of course you were merciful and intelligent enough to try and ease his troubles with that cliche excuse. It's not unhappiness that inspired you to leave. It's the abundance of happiness that overflows your cup! He should have known this much affection too quickly would've scared you away, but he simply couldn't help himself. It was so easy to be obsessed with a person as wonderful as you. He simply figured you'd return that passion tenfold.

In his mind, he begs for your forgiveness. Forgive me, dear, for expecting you to fall so quickly. Forgive me for rushing something as tangled and complicated as love. That was the problem. He hadn't worked hard enough.

You're smart, but not smart enough. Not smart enough to think twice when Edward gives you back the key to your apartment that he'd given you. He'll keep the copy he made tucked safely into his wallet.

And sitting in his car down at the foot of your apartment building, he'll wait for you to flick that light in your window off before you went to bed for the night. As he palms the key of your apartment through his worn leather wallet, he can only hope that you've been waiting for him to come back. That your attention hasn't been taken by anyone else's. Because Edward Nashton is determined to have you wrapped around his finger until you have no clue why you'd leave a man as loving and devoted as him.

#strange trails milestone✨#paul dano #danonation #danocel #the batman #the batman 2022 #edward nashton #dano!riddler #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x y/n #dano!riddler x reader #dano!riddler x you #dano!riddler x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Please make 5 , lovie 😍

This one's a little sad. Sooorryyy.

For Harry, Y/N would always be the one that got away. Quite simply, Y/N was brilliant, kind -hearted, patient, humorous, understanding, the list could go one forever. She was beautiful inside and out, always had been in and it always weighed on him that he didn't see that or appreciate it when she was his. He was just in a phase in his life where he was trying to flee from the reality and commitments of adulthood. He wasn't ready to settle. And it wasn't that she was pressuring him to settle or to slowdown, but she was focusing on growing up a little bit more than he was and because of that he had ended things with her. He still loved her, but he wasn't ready to see anything through. She didn't take it badly, she understood. And after a few months of avoidance to let the sting of the breakup wear off their relationship resumed, only this time as best friends.

He was nearly 30 now and he still hadn't quite figured his life out. And it seemed to be staring him down even more intently as he watched Y/N and her new husband swaying around the empty dance floor to their first dance. He knew her now husband, they got on well, but it was now just hitting him that he'd actually lost her for good. Harry felt his stomach twist with hurt and jealousy. His heart was pounding in a weird way and he just felt the waves of sadness rolling steadily through him, it almost felt like with every beat of his heart the pain would pulse throughout him.

He tried to be happy and to stop being so selfish about this. But maybe if he had just stayed with her back then. If he had just gotten over his fear of growing up and embarked on the journey of life with her then it would be him whispering sweet nothing against her smiling lips as she just stared at him intently with adoration as they danced slowly and romantically to their first dance song.

The night was dragging on for him. Their friends noticed that he was a bit off, but they knew that he had never stopped loving her. He didn't even want to drink because he was concerned that he may not keep his cool if he had a bit much. He just needed the night to end so that he could leave and then get drunk at home where he could wail and grip and curse the heavens at his demise. Finally, close to 11:30pm the bride and groom were starting to make their rounds and say their goodbyes before leaving for the honeymoon. He was avoiding having to see have that interaction with her. From across the tent their eyes met and she smiled brightly at him, God, she was fucking breathtaking. She then raised her hand and raised her index finger at him, signaling that she'd go over to him in a minute before someone else came up and got her attention. Harry bit his lip as he started walking towards the exit. His eyes met with hers one last time and he gave her a small smile before he slipped out of the reception tent. She thought that maybe he had gone to the bathroom and just continued thanking the guests she encountered on her way towards the exit of the tent. Harry followed the path around the venue and eventually he ended up in a little nook with a fountain and two benches across from each other. He could wait it out here and decided to just take a seat. Fucking pathetic. He thought to himself.

Y/N had now fully made her rounds and finally made it across the tent where her friends were seated and said her goodbyes, but someone was missing.

"Has anyone seen Harry?" Y/N asked with a small frown. She had at least one moment and a photo with everyone that meant a lot to her except him.

"Not in at least 20-30 minutes." Sarah frowned as she had another look around, "Maybe he left?" she questioned looking to Mitch who shrugged and Y/N nodded in understanding, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat. She did her best to ignore the pang of hurt she felt originate deep in her chest before it cracked through her body.

"Hey, sweetheart. Ready to go?" her new husband asked as he walked up to the small group.

"Yeah, just need to go to the suite to get changed before we do the big exit." she said to him with a smile and he nodded before turning his attention to their friends.

"Thank you all for coming, it means a lot." he said to the group and they all hugged him as well and mumbled their congratulations.

"Yes, thank you so much. I love you lots! Now I'm gonna go get this thing off!" she said with a big smile.

"Need help changing?" Sarah asked. Y/N had opted for no bridesmaids so she was looking after herself all day.

"No, I'll be alright. Thank you." she said confidently before rushing out of the tent. She followed the path that she knew would lead her to the little cabin they had used as the bridal suite trying to push down the hurt and anger she felt because Harry had just left without saying hello or goodbye to her. It was rude. She didn't want this to ruin her day though. She was getting near the top of the hill where the bridal suite was and as she passed by a fountain she turned to look it and then saw a person who was unmistakably Harry (despite the very limited lighting) scrolling through his phone intently. Well at least he hadn't left, he was just avoiding her. He hadn't even noticed her and she just rolled her eyes and kept walking, she didn't want to have an argument, not right now.

From his peripherals Harry caught a sight of the figure in white rushing past the fountain. It had to be Y/N, maybe she hadn't seen him if she was in a rush. He lifted his head up and directed his eyes towards her just as she turned back to look at him with a deep frown on her face. All he saw was disappointment and hurt etched into her delicate and beautiful features. She bit down on her bottom lip and took off again.

"Fuck." he whispered to himself before standing up and hurrying after her, "Y/N!" he called out as she reached the top of the hill. Her eyes starting to well up.

"Not now, Harry." she responded as she reached for the door knob of the cabin. He picked up his pace from a light jog to a full on sprint as she slipped inside and started to close the door. He reached the door just in time and pushed to keep it open as she leaned her weight against the wood to close it.

"Y/N, please." he huffed, looking at her through the opening and she grunted with a scowl as she tried to push him out. He could already see a few tears falling.

"Get out." She demanded angrily, "You clearly didn't want to be here today so you can leave." she sniffled.

"Baby- er, Y/N, no I-I did! I did want to be here!" he stumbled on his words and her frown deepened.

"Jesus, Harry..." she huffed out with a shake of her head, "You need to go. Please." she insisted now as more tears fell. He shook his head as he took her in. He was so selfish. "Please go. " she whispered through a cry and her strength just let up and he stepped inside and hugged her tight into his chest as she cried.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he said quietly as his own tears started to fall silently. "I just...didn't want to say goodbye." he explained quietly as he pulled back and she looked up at him.

"Why not? It's not like I'm leaving forever, H." She shook her head in frustration and he sighed.

"I know that but I am losing you now. Forever." he said with a frown. "It just hit me like a ton of bricks and just seeing you today, marrying someone else it...fucked me up." Harry swallowed the lump in his throat as more tears streamed down his face, "I still love you. I never stopped and now you're married to someone else because of me! Because I gave up and I didn't value the person I had in front of me this whole fucking time until it was too late!" he expressed in frustration.

"Oh my god..." Y/N whispered as she pulled away from him and headed off to the room where her outfit change was. He followed her inside.

"I just needed to tell you." he said as he watched her pace around a bit.

"How could you be so fucking selfish?" she berated him with a scowl on her face. And he had no explanation and just shrugged.

"Because that's just who I am. And maybe I'll never full grow up how you have." he said in defeat. She shook her head again, still in complete shock over the fact that he was choosing this day and this time to say these things to her. "I thought I could do it. I wanted to do it and endure it for you, but it hurts way too much. I really am sorry." he apologized again as she started to cry once more. "Please don't cry." he said softly as he walked up to her, reaching for her face and wiping her tears carefully, "I am happy for you, though. You deserve all of the happiness in the world. Doesn't matter with who. As long as you're happy, that's all I could ever want." he sniffled and she cried harder.

"Why didn't you say anything before?" she asked in irritation. “I was in love with you for long even after we ended and I only really gave up on you when I got engaged." she said and he frowned upon hearing this, "Figured you didn't love me so I focused all my love and energy into someone that I knew did." she said and he sighed shakily.

"I'm a fucking fool, that's why." he sniffled, "I'm sorry I made you cry and I'm sorry for making you feel bad and for being selfish and a shitty friend." he said and she sniffled.

"I forgive you. But I'm still annoyed at you. Paid a lot of money for my make-up. S'probably all ruined." she fussed and he shook his head.

"It's actually not." he assured her with a small smile, "S'practically intact." he said to her and she smiled. "You look beautiful. Breathtaking. Maybe I shed a few tears when I saw you walk down the aisle." he admitted and she smiled.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry that today was hard for you." she said compassionately, a slight crease in her brows, "If I had known how you feel and that it would make you upset I would've understood if you decided not to come." she said softly and he shook his head.

"No, I'm just being a baby. I wouldn't miss this for the world." he said softly but definitively. "It'll be OK." he assured her and she nodded in agreement. "I'll leave you to get changed, OK?"

"Yeah. Do you want to wait for me out there? Walk me back down?"

"Yeah." he smiled and she thanked him before he stepped out and clicked the door shut. When the emerged in a more casual look he didn't think any less of how incredible she looked. They walked down to the tent again while making more light conversation. Her husband was already waiting out by the path to the getaway car where the guests were lining up with sparklers.

"Look who I ran into!" Y/N announced her arrival

"Hey, man! Haven't seen you all day!" Y/N's now husband greeted Harry with a bright smile and they hugged breifly.

"Yeah, sorry been running around everywhere." he said to him and he nodded.

"I know the feeling." he assured him, "Well, you ready to do this?" he turned his attention to Y/N who nodded excitedly and people started lighting their sparklers, creating a beautiful little pathway for them to rush by.

"See you in two weeks!" she smiled brightly at Harry as she hugged him tight.

"Alright." he hummed and she started walking down towards the crowd, leading the way for her new husband, "Hey mate," Y/N's husband turned to Harry.

"Yeah?"

"Take good care of her, alright?" Harry said, willing himself not to shed a tear as his eyes started to gloss over.

"I promise I will." he nodded and extended his hand out to Harry who shook it firmly and nodded with a small smile before he rushed off to catch up to Y/N.

Harry watched from afar as his best friend, the love of his life (he's quite sure), laughed excitedly and rushed through the glimmering tunnel of light with her life partner as the guests cheered them on. He felt the tears start to stream down his face because this in fact was goodbye. Just like that, he'd missed her. The car door was opened for her and she turned around and gave one final wave making sure to look over to where he stood a bit behind everyone else. She kissed her palm and made a throwing motion towards him. Harry smiled through his tears and lifted his arm with an open palm before shutting it tight as if he had caught the kiss and dug his hand into the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket, right over his heart. She then smiled before slipping inside the car and just like that, she was gone.

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Hey, all.

I wanted to say something that is very specific to recent events within our specific roleplaying community that have transpired.

Because of the nature of our loosely organized, deeply entwined roleplay group (known fondly as the “Nexus”) we are often deeply involved in others’ plotlines. This community is a deeply creative place that has made many beautiful connections between people and brings a lot of people, including me, joy.

However, there is a LOT of problems with respecting boundaries that goes on in it. This is not a callout post that is aimed at anyone in particular, as this has happened repeatedly in numerous circumstances with multiple parties guilty of this behavior.

If you do not want extra players getting involved in your plots, then you need to make it CLEAR that this is a closed roleplay. You can’t control other people’s actions. It can be frustrating when their actions’ throw you curveballs, but if it upsets you and you haven’t already made it clear that it is a closed rp, then reach out to them. But I really would just suggest tagging threads with “closed rp” or something of the nature. This is, at the end of a day, an interactive hobby. If you want to limit who interacts with your posts/a particular storyline, then it's on you to take the initiative to do so.

If someone does not involve themselves in a storyline, there’s probably a reason. It could be that they’re dealing with a lot in their real lives, that they’re too busy, or even just a simple lack of interest. Before you say anything in character about their lack of involvement, pause. Check in with the mun first. Do not assume that they need to involve themselves. Do not drag their characters through the mud. Check first if they’re even okay with being involved in the plotline.

This goes for people who send anonymous asks, too. I admire the passion and love that you have for our community and for our writing. But again, please do not assume that we want to or will get involved. It adds a lot of pressure to people to respond.

Some darker themes are par for the course in a roleplay community that centers around a fandom and source material where those darker themes are canonically present. But this is also a public platform where it’s very easy to post trigger/content warnings and put potentially disturbing material under a read more. No one is saying you can’t come up with/write content that involves this material, but if you do, please try and remember that others may not be interested in dealing with it. Talk to your partners and give them a heads-up. Make it clear OOC somewhere on your blog that you may deal with heavy themes that some may not be uncomfortable with. Something. Tag content accordingly.

Again, this is not pointing fingers. I am not meaning to vaguepost, and am simply trying to suggest some solutions. As I’m sure you are all well-aware, when push comes to shove, I have no problem with directly calling someone out if I feel that their behavior has truly crossed a point of no return. This is just a plea for all of the people who are a part of this community to communicate. This is a hobby that we do for fun. We wouldn’t do it if we didn’t love it. Mental games are fun in character, but OOC you need to make it clear what your boundaries are and respect other peoples’ boundaries. We opt into this community out of a love for the other people involved and a love of the source material. It shouldn’t be a place where we feel frightened, uncomfortable, repeatedly stressed or upset, and especially not to the point where it negatively affects our mental health, with consequences that last far beyond just a simple Tumblr post.

We our not our characters. As much or as little OOC as we post. This is a reminder for both the roleplayers involved and the spectators who are invested in our stories and characters.

If you need to take a break, do it. If you need to back out of a plot completely, do it. If you don’t want people to get involved in a storyline of yours, make it clear from the get-go. If you are going to pursue darker themes, recognize that some may not be comfortable with them and act accordingly. And for the love of ALL that is good, communicate. I understand wanting to preserve mystery. I understand not wanting to stir the waters. But there’s been so many instances where there have been communication breakdowns that have negatively hurt all involved parties. Compromise where you can, and if that’s not possible, then respectfully make that clear.

I’m going to make an out-of-character rules page that will probably re-hash a lot of this/some other things and I would seriously encourage y’all to maybe consider doing the same. Many of us are adults, and all of us have lives outside of this and stressors outside of this. This should be as stress-free as possible.

Again, I want to stress that this is not just born out of frustration, but concern. I love this place. It’s one of the few places that gives me joy. It thrills me to bounce ideas off of my writing partners. You guys are all so funny, creative, and intellegent people. I treasure my interactions with you more than you could possibly know. Please just remember that sometimes we need to slow our rolls. This is a community. Communicate with each other. Take care of yourselves, and each other.

#admin update #ok to reblog

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