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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Firehouse Harrington

firefighter!Steve Harrington x f!reader/f!oc

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warnings | 18+ SMUT, wooh boy very much smut, angst, PTSD-like behavior, rough sex, slight dubcon in the beginning, seriously it's very much smut, ok???

a/n | this was inspired by a post I saw from @carolmunson about Mr. Harrington being a fireman, need I say more? Will definitely be writing for this man again.

For a long time, Steve felt like he wasn’t really great at anything. School never came easy to him, getting by with barely passing grades. Sure he was alright at sports in high school, but that faded fast. And King Steve? Well, that was all a facade. It seemed like everyone around him had some sort of talent. Nancy was a great writer. Jonathan, a great photographer. Robin was wicked smart. Eddie had the guitar. And Steve was just… Steve.

After Vecna was defeated, he felt listless, like he was just moving through life without any direction. He didn’t have the grades for college. He was stuck in a dead-end job. All his friends were moving on to bigger and better things, and he was watching grass grow in Hawkins. At least when the world was ending, he had a purpose.

But then, when Operation Desert Storm kicked off in 1990, Steve realized what he was great at. He enlisted that year, shipped straight to the gulf, because the one thing Steve knew he was great at was running towards danger and somehow figuring out how to handle it. It was the worst two years of his life, fighting a useless war that no one really understood. But it was there that he met some older men, vets who had reentered service. They told him that, when he got back to civilian life, the best job for a man with a taste for chaos would be at a fire station. And they were right.

Before he served, there was still a softness that Steve let show to the people he cared for, but something slid into place, steel plates over his heart. When he returned, he was harder, quieter. He moved to Indiannapolis, and while he was only twenty-six, he fit right in with the older men at one of the local fire stations. His days fell into simple rhythms. He smoked like a chimney, waiting for the alarm to blare so he could go into auto-pilot action. He never felt more at peace than when he was running into a burning building. It made him feel useful.

On his nights off, some of the other men at the station would usually drag him out to bars, more often strip clubs, always goading each other into trying to get laid. Steve hated it, usually getting himself so drunk he could only remember slivers of the night behind his throbbing headache the next morning. The men were downright predatory towards women, wolf-whistling and shouting from the open garage at anything with legs. Steve hated that too, but he joined in because another part of him really liked it, the false power he felt when he’d flash a smarmy grin at women passing by.

Today was no different. An uncharacteristically sweltering day towards the end of August. It was time for monthly maintenance on the trucks and Steve had been tasked with hosing them down. He was stripped down to just his white wife beater tucked into a pair of work pants, his dog tags sticking against the slightly damp skin of his chest. He heard one of the men let out a low whistle, whipping his head around in time to catch a glance of a pretty thing in a sweet little dress.

“Hey, sugar, you wanna come take a ride on a real fire truck?”

“Pretty girl, where you going so fast, come spend some time with me!”

The men continued lobbing borderline obscene phrases her way. Steve just chuckled, watching her stop, stricken by the men’s shouts. Her knuckles turned white around the strap of her bag.

“In your dreams, perverts. Go fuck yourselves.” The men howled at her retaliation. Usually the women didn’t stick around to give them a piece of their minds. She flipped them off and then kept walking. Steve couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. A brief interruption to the usual rhythm.

…

They got a call that night from the Indiana University Campus. A microwave had exploded in one of the dorm’s communal kitchens. The fire itself was not a big deal, but they had evacuated the entire building, a frantic crowd of teens to sift through outside. Steve and his team have been trying to figure out just how the microwave exploded in the first place, and it’s proving near impossible as they try to talk to hysterical co-eds. A freshman points him to that floor’s RA and Steve feels his stomach twist when he sees who she is. The same girl that flipped him and his cat-calling team off just that afternoon. She was still wearing that pretty dress, now with a large sweater thrown over it in the cooling night. When she saw him approaching, it was clear she remembered him as well, letting out an incredulous laugh before furrowing her brow at him.

“You’re who they called? Fan-fucking-tastic. Tell me, did you put out the fire with an extinguisher? Or did you just harass it until it smothered out?” Steve’s jaw is slack. The mouth on this chick.

“Ma’am, my team and I are just trying to figure out what caused the fire in the first place, then we’ll be out of your hair.” She huffs.

“Well, I don’t think it takes a genius to put two and two together. You take a witless freshman coupled with an ancient microwave and sooner or later you’re gonna have a fire on your hands.” Her arms are crossed over her chest, hip cocked to the side as she glares at Steve.

“Are you referring to the freshmen you’re supposed to be in charge of? I was told you’re the RA for the floor the fire was on.” She falters, just slightly. Steve’s got her on that one.

“Look, the fire is out, douchebag. Thank you so much for your help, now can you just let us get back into our fucking dorms?” Steve’s about to tell her what he thinks of her foul mouth, when one of his team calls him over. A resident has admitted they had started the fire by putting a metal fork into the microwave on accident. It’s a quick flurry of activity, giving the kid a stern talking to, and then clearing the scene. As the students start to shuffle back into the building, Steve cranes his neck from the truck, trying to find her again, but she’s lost in the crowd. He collapses into bed that night thinking about her very angry, very pretty face.

…

It’s Friday, Steve’s night off. He’s been prodded out to a bar by some of the other men at the station. The music is blaring and the lights are dim and all Steve wants is for the (very) stiff drinks to keep coming until everything starts to blur a little. Both of his buddies have slinked off with nameless women, getting their dicks wet while they can. Steve sits alone at the bar, nursing a few fingers of whiskey, when he hears a very familiar voice ordering a beer. He whips around in his seat, and sure enough, there she is, this time in jeans that fit too good and a little tank top. His throat tightens, and then she sees him and lets out that same disbelieving laugh.

“I must be more drunk than I thought because there’s no way in hell I’m actually seeing you again.” Steve snorts at her exasperation, throwing back the rest of his whiskey, grinning around the sting.

“Sorry, baby, we meet again.”

“I’m not your baby, dickweed. Have a nice night.” She spins to walk away but Steve, seemingly loosened up by the few glasses he’s already had, stands, grabbing her wrist to yank her back towards him. She stumbles on her feet, body pressing up against his to get her bearings.

“What the fuck is your problem? You can’t just—”

Her words die in her throat as Steve brings one large palm to rest along her neck, thumb pressing under her chin to tilt her face up to him.

“You know, you should really be careful how you run that mouth, baby. Someone might have half a mind to put it to better use.” His other hand rests on her hip, fingers dipping just below the waist of her jeans. She sneers at him.

“Oh yeah? Someone like you? You gonna put me in my place, big, tough, fireman?” His fingers on her neck firm up, pressing harder into her skin. The music’s too loud to hear, but he can feel the whimper thrumming in her throat. He splits into a snide smile.

“Oh baby, I think you want me to teach you a lesson.” Her eyes are blown wide, staring up at him, lips parted.

“Mmhm. In fact, I think you’d enjoy it.” He’s dipped down to let his lips murmur right up against her ear. He can feel the way she shudders against him. She gasps when he jerks back from her, grabbing one of her wrists to pull her behind him through the crowd. Her protests die in the thumping bass of the music.

He finds the bathroom towards the back of the bar, dragging her in behind him. It’s empty, and he locks the door before turning back to her.

They’re on each other in an instant. It’s a fight for dominance, all clashing teeth and clicking spit, hands grasping at whatever bare skin they can find. He wraps his hand around her throat, pulling back to look at her, swollen lips and darkened eyes.

“My name’s Steve, baby. I’m gonna wanna hear you saying it. Do you understand?” She nods, trying to dip back into his mouth, but he muscles her around until he’s pressing her up against the wall, digging his thick thigh between her legs to press harshly against her clothed cunt. She lets out a whine.

“I said, do you understand?” He presses against her harder, drawing a gasp from her.

“Yes.”

“Yes what, bunny?”

“Yes, Steve.” He grins, keeping his hand around her throat as he licks back into her mouth. He brings his other hand to her jeans, quickly undoing them and shoving his hand down the front of her panties. When he swipes through her folds, she moans, throwing her head back against the wall.

“Aw, you’re fucking soaked. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you like me, baby.” She whimpers as he presses hard circles into her clit, starting to grind her hips against his hand. He slips two fingers down to her entrance and she preens as he starts to thrust up into her. She’s putty in his hands, a writhing mess.

“This all you need, huh doll? Just needed my fingers to shut that dirty mouth of yours up? Look how desperate you are. Fucking slut. You like getting fucked in some dirty little bathroom by a stranger, huh? You that much of a whore?” He can feel her clenching around his fingers with his words, can tell she’s close. He takes his fingers away, and she whines at the loss of his touch.

“Asked you a question, doll. Tell me, are you that big of a slut?”

“Fuck– please, p-please keep going. I was so fucking close– please keep g-going.” He just tuts, stepping back from her, noting how unsteady he is without his hand holding her up by her neck.

“Still such a dirty mouth, I think it’s time we put it to better use, yeah?” Her mascara is running, and though she still glares at him, she nods.

“Get on your knees, like a good girl.” He starts unbuckling his belt, watching as she slowly sinks to her knees.

Her eyes widen when he takes his cock out, stroking himself lazily before stepping forward to run the head along her bottom lip.

“Gonna be good for me, baby?” She nods, gazing up at him through her damp eyelashes.

He bends down, bringing his hand to stroke her cheek before smacking her across the face. It’s light, but still enough to make her head turn, she gasps.

“Words, doll.”

“Yes, Steve, I’m gonna be good for you.” He grins, standing back upright, guiding his dick to her lips. It’s heaven as she sinks her mouth down onto his cock. When she gets about halfway down, she starts to try to pull back, but Steve has another idea. He grabs onto her hair, fisting it to keep her in place. She whimpers, bringing her palms to his thighs to try to push away.

“Shh, shh, baby. You wanna be good for me, right? You gotta take it all, pretty. Take all of me down that little throat.” He starts to cant his hips forward, until he can feel her nose grazing his pelvis, her throat constricting around his cock. He pulls her off his dick by her hair and she sputters, eyes watery and choking on air.

“Go ahead, baby. Keep being good for me.” He doesn’t even have to guide her, she dips back in, hollowing out her cheeks around his dick before taking all of him again. Steve groans when he hears her little gags. She slowly finds a rhythm, taking him as deep as she can and pulling off to suckle at the tip.

“Got a perfect mouth, bunny. Fuck– just needed something to do with it, huh?” She moans at that and the vibrations around his cock make him throw his head back.

“You like this, baby? Getting your throat fucked?” She hums in response. Steve chuckles.

“God, you really are a whore.” He looks down and can see that she’s dipped her hand into her panties. Steve yanks her back by her hair, causing her to gasp.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, doll?” She’s a mess, spit drooling down her chin, her makeup all but fucked off. She shakes her head.

“N-no, daddy.” Her eyes go wide the minute she says it, seemingly shocked by her own words. Steve’s brain short circuits for a moment before he chuckles.

“Oh, doll. Is that what you need? You need daddy to teach you a lesson?” He’s already hauling her up by her arms, pressing her front down against the sink countertop.

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you exactly what you need.” He yanks her jeans and panties down in one harsh swoop, causing her to whine from the stark chill of the air.

He runs his palm from the back of her thigh up to the meat of her ass, kneading into the skin there before drawing his hand back and slapping her hard. She jerks forward into the counter, and for a moment, Steve worries he’s gone too far, but then a long drawn out moan sounds from the back of her throat. He smirks.

“You’re something else, bunny. Why don’t you tell daddy what you need, huh?” He leans over her, cock slipping between her slick thighs. He pulls her head up by her hair until she’s looking at him through the mirror. He brings his lips right to her ear.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You, daddy. I need you.” He rears back to smack her ass again.

“Gotta be more specific than that, doll.” She gasps, “y-your cock. Please, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me, daddy, please–”

“Shh, shh, pretty baby. Just had to ask, yeah? Use your words like a good girl. Daddy’s gonna give it to you.”

He strokes his cock between her folds, groaning at how wet she is before pressing up against her entrance. She keens as he starts to push in, back arching under him.

Steve lets out a low moan, “fuck, bunny, think your pretty little pussy can take all of me? S’fucking tight, christ.” She gasps as he continues to press forward, wiggling her hips back to take more of him.

“Yes, yes, I can take it, I can take it– fuck– please keep going, Steve.” They both sigh when his hips meet the plush of her ass. He hovers over her, pressing his forehead between her shoulder blades.

“God, you’re perfect. Fucking made for me.” He presses a kiss to the nape of her neck, “can I move, baby? You ok?”

“Yes, yeah, please fuck me. Want you to fuck me, Steve.” That’s all the permission he needs, starting a desperate pace as he rolls his hips against her. His dog tags have slipped out of the collar of his shirt and are trailing the top of her spine as he continues to fuck her.

He brings one hand to snake down her front, finding her clit and drawing firm swipes across it, “need you to come for me, baby. Want you to come on my cock. Can you do that for me, pretty?” She whines as he starts to draw sloppy circles around her clit.

“Y-yes, gonna come for you. Don’t stop– fuck– don’t stop.” He’s practically laying over her now, grinding his hips deeper into her. Steve can feel the pleasure pulling taut in his spine, on the brink of snapping.

“Come, baby. Come for me.” That’s all it takes. She yelps out a broken cry and he can feel her pulsing around him. He quickly pulls out, pumping himself a few times before he’s spurting all over her ass, shivering as he comes down. They’re both breathing hard, he rests his palms on the countertop, framing her body with his arms. She’s sunk down on her forearms, head dipped between her elbows. Steve takes a few deep breaths, tucking himself away before stepping back to take in his cooling spend dripping down her thighs.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Let me clean you up.”

He keeps a hand pressed to the hilt of her spine, a reassurance as he grabs a paper towel and gets it damp before drawing it across the mess he made. She whimpers under his ministrations, and he feels his heart catch in his chest. He gets down on his knees behind her, pressing a kiss to the back of each thigh before he slowly pulls her jeans back up around her hips. Steve can’t explain it, just a while ago she was making his blood boil, but now all he wants to do is take care of her.

He steps back, letting her press up and turn around to lean back against the counter. She swipes away the drippy mascara under her eyes. Steve’s fingers flicker with the urge to cup her cheek, stroke that soft bit of skin where he can still see the dampness of her tears. She’s smiling, still a little dazed. He clears his throat.

“Wanna apologize. For that day outside the station.” Her brow furrows.

“You weren’t the one howling at me, last time I checked.”

“No, but I didn’t stop them. I know that’s not right. They shouldn’t be talking like that to anyone. I should’ve stopped them.” She shrugs.

“I’ve heard worse. I should apologize too. For being so rude that night outside the dorm. I was really stressed, you know? And seeing you brought all that rage at those bastards back. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. You were just trying to do your job.” She holds out her hand to him and he tentatively takes it in a firm shake. Steve speaks first.

“I’m sorry, but I’m realizing that I don’t even know your name.” She smiles and when she tells it to him, his brain starts playing it on an infinite loop, like a ditzy drugged-out drumbeat.

“Might be doing things a little backwards here, but are you hungry, wanna go get something to eat?” She grins, stepping in closer to him to let her palms span over his chest.

“Uh, yeah, you just gave me the workout of a lifetime. I’m fucking starving.” Steve feels like he’s melting under her touch. Something long dormant starting to stir.

“Still gonna have to work on that dirty mouth, huh, pretty?”

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bidisasterevankinard · 4 months

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Fuck it Friday

Guess, who's back? enemies to lovers singers au!!! snippet which goes right before the very first scene I wrote for this fic Buck and Lucy bestiesm is that we all need for life (yes, I ship platonic Luck)

Buck is barely able to open his eyes, hating with all his soul the person who decided it’s fun to call him too early. Quick time check tells him it’s almost midday, but he went to sleep at 4 in the morning being caught up in the book about Greek culture he found to give more facts to Chris as the boy was getting interested in this topic recently.

“Lucy, I love you, but right now I plan the worst and most painful ways to kill you,” Buck's hoarse and grumpy voice doesn’t cause a loud laugh from the blonde, which always happens when Lucy calls him to irritate him a little.

“Buck,” Lucy’s voice sounds awful. Like she is almost crying. Lucy never sounds like it. She is the strongest and sassiest person Buck knows, which was the reason he chose her as his manager the moment 118 found him. “Buck, there’s no way to sugar coat it for you,” Lucy takes a little pause and breaks Buck’s heart, knocking all the air out of his lungs. “Your asshole ex just outed you to the world. He made a big YouTube video about how he dated the new big pop star and heartthrob, Buck Buckley, showed a bunch of your photos with him, photos where you two kiss under mistletoe on the evening we met, for example. He also tried to make you look like an ignorant jerk who broke up with him because you got super popular and rich, conveniently forgetting to say how you lived almost for a year in Texas after your breakup and went viral only after this year,” Lucy speaks with such an anger Buck can’t help but feel how tears runs his cheeks, because Lucy is so protective over him, not just his career.

“He posted it last night and now it is trending everywhere. I’m sorry. I know you weren't ready to be out to the world. Hell, some of the people close to you don't know because you prefer not to come out. There’s nothing we can do now. Except try to control the fallout,” Lucy sounds so genuinely sad and caring and Buck just cries more, not even knowing what he can say to her. “Hen and I are going to have the meeting today later, Bobby will be here too. But you stay at home and go full close up. Do not answer your phone if you don’t know the number. Do not go anywhere. I’ll call you later. Maddie will come soon to check on you,” Buck hums in the sight that he understood, not that he would even try to do it anyway, he feels like he was put under concrete, crushing him to the ground and preventing him from breathing. Lucy ends the call, but Buck can’t move.

He holds the phone near his ear looking, almost without blinking, at the white ceiling of his house and tries to understand what has he done to Ian, except not staying after he found out this jerk was fucking with his best friend, behind Buck’s back.

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ladykailitha · 4 months

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Look, considering I've only gotten involved in Stranger Things after season four and therefore haven't been around the fans during other new season filming starts, but my brothers/sisters/nb in fandom what the honest fuck is going on right now?

I have been a part of other fandoms when new seasons started filming and the worst I'd seen was BBC Sherlock. And you lot are behaving worst then they did.

And Jesus fuck, that's a fucking low ass bar.

(Again I am ship and let ship, kinktomato, and headcanon free for all)

But this is just what I've seen in my small deliberately secluded corner of the internet so forgive me if I get some things wrong.

Ronance fans have turned on Steddie fans.

Steddie fans are trying to eat each other over who tops and who bottoms between two horny, barely out of their teens, men.

Eddie is confirmed dead.

Dustin is trying to become Eddie.

People want Will dead because Noah Schnapps said some stupid shit regarding genocide.

And Argyle isn't coming back.

I'm going to give you my feelings on these so buckle up lets go:

1- Steddie and Ronance fans have turned on each other. And I know this because I doom scroll through steddie tag. That Ronance fans think Steddie fans are delusional and that they're going down after season five airs and there will be more Ronance fans because they're perfect for each other.

Where to even begin on this? First, never tell a shipper that their ship is never going to be canon because they don't care. Just ask all the Destiel, johnlock, and merarthur fans. Steddie fans are just going to ignore all but the most salient parts of season 5 if Eddie doesn't come back and write AUs for the rest of their lives. You know, like they have since the last scene on the Piggyback faded to black?

Secondly, I don't think I've seen much Ronance without Steddie. Granted I only read Steddie, but it seems that the two ships are tied pretty heavily together. The fruity four comes to mind. So maybe it's that they're getting tired of being a side ship next to a massive one like Steddie. Who knows. But apparently they're bitter.

And I say that because they keep tagging their anti-Steddie posts as Steddie to make sure we see it. Honestly, I just block them and go about my day. But seriously, I've never understood people's need to be shitty like posting hate on the tag for that thing. If you don't like it, fine. Block and move on.

Thirdly. Lastly. Maybe. I don't like Ronance. I saw the charms when I first joined the fandom and it was cute. Until the more I read and I realized that most of the time they don't bring up that Jonathan is even a person let alone Nancy's current boyfriend. That most of the time Steve is written wildly out of character about not caring that they're a couple and that he just wants them to be happy. Like, one Jonathan is severely under used in the fics I've read. Like Will doesn't have an older brother anymore. It's all Steve or Eddie. Which considering how you like your flavor of queer for Eddie or Steve (gay/pan/bisexual) Will talking to them about being gay makes sense, but Jonathan showed us in the last season that he is going to protect Will no matter what. Then blip! in fanfics, he's gone.

And then the whole Steve being okay with Robin not only dating an ex-girlfriend of his, but the ex. The one he thought he was going to marry. The one he dreamed a whole fucking future on. That was still hurt by two fucking years later. You either think very lowly of Steve or you just don't care. Because if you think Robin and Steve are the same person/share the same braincell/ride or die for life, there is no way even if Nancy threw herself at Robin would she even consider it. (I can write a whole ass post just on this by the way, don't get me started.)

2- This is the most recent bullshittery due to a current event about Sub Eddie. This is the worst discourse in any fandom and the worst offenders on either side tend say the most homophobic shit imaginable.

And it's pointless. Whether you think Steve is a top or bottom, whether you think he's dom or a sub. Same with Eddie. Everyone has their own flavor they prefer and they won't always match up with yours.

Personally I write them whatever feels natural for the story. But here's the major crux of the matter. I don't believe a little nerd in Bumfuck, Indiana has any idea what flagging is. I'm sorry. Left pocket, right pocket. Doesn't matter. The likely of him even knowing what BDSM is is pretty slim. I grew up in a small town. There will be some people that know, but that's because they know adults in the scene.

Don't like, don't read. Seriously, guys. Let people enjoy what they want to.

My personal feelings on the matter is that Steve is a bottom/sub because he deserves to be taken care of and Eddie would absolutely want to be that person for Steve, in and out of the bedroom. Again, you do you, beau.

3- The tombstone. Sigh. It was hard to see that. Not just because it confirms he's dead, but because it's been defaced. Most likely like fans have said, "BURN IN HELL" the poor bastard.

Having a tombstone doesn't necessarily preclude Eddie's return. There are several ways he can still comeback Kas! theory not withstanding. But the wank here is people jumping on Steddie shippers and Eddie fans in general pointing and screaming "see!"

Like we didn't have campaigns for Barb and Bob and (Billy). If someone's favorite character has died, don't be dicks when they want them to be resurrected a la Jim Hopper. Because that right there is the main reason people will still hold out hope until the final scene fades to black, okay?

I guess this one is just be nicer to each other, okay?

4- *sob* like holy fuck. Dustin you sweetheart. The long hair, the torn Hellfire t-shirt, the rings. The horns and sticking out his tongue. That poor boy needs several hugs STAT! And of course, people can't leave well enough alone on Facebook, I couldn't tell you how many of the comments were "steddie fans are going to make this all about them, aren't they?" Even though there wasn't a single comment by a Steddie making it about Steve/Eddie. But so many eye rolls. The other half were death threats against Noah Schnapp.

Which brings me to...

5- Noah Schnapp said some really shitty things about Zionism and the attack on Gaza. There is no escaping that. He said them. He double downed on them. And while yes it sucks he said those things, let's not forget he's still young and stupid. He's barely 18/19 years old. I remember being that age and saying stupid fucked up shit, and hoo boy does this make me grateful I was well into adulthood when the internet became a thing (24ish).

There are a lot of reasons to be upset by his comments and I get that. But death threats and calls for his dismissal/boycotts just seems excessive to me.

One, because the story began with a kidnapped little boy and a runaway little girl. If you get rid of one of them especially this close to the end it would fuck up the story. Now if there was more than one season left, sure. But this is literally the end. And for all we know, Will's character may already be doomed by the narrative. So calling for it now isn't go to do anything. Especially since they already had all the scripts written and would have finished filming if it hadn't been for the strikes.

Two, one person on the cast said something stupid and hurtful and you want to boycott the entire show for it? Like, what did David Harbor, Joe Keery, Maya Hawke, Millie Bobby Brown and all the others do to deserve you boycotting their show? If the last season tanks it could seriously hurt their careers, but hey Noah Schnapp said something bad, so fuck them?

I'm going to stop there, because this is another one I can go on and on about, but yeah. Don't hurt other people in your rush to vilify an 18 year old.

6- Eduardo Franco recently said that he didn't get a call so he didn't think he would be back. He was sure that ship had sailed.

Fans are upset, naturally. Argyle was a sweetheart and deserves better than to be cut from the story like that.

But thanks to the incident with David Harbor and Jim Hopper supposedly being dead, a lot of fans are saying he's only saying that because it's a "secret" he's coming back. Which would make sense for Eddie or any of the other character died. Martin Brenner, for example, but not Argyle. There would be no need for subterfuge. Plus, he would already be out in Georgia if he was coming back.

It's sad that he was done dirty this way, but if they split up the filming like they've done before there is still a chance he might get to come back, but as far as the current filming is concerned, yeah Argyle isn't coming back.

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Just... be kind to each other. Remember that the other people on the end of the URL is an actual person with feelings. That people can like what they like so if they aren't hurting you, don't hurt them, okay?

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solisaureus · 9 months

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you’re literally one of the goats of pjo tumblr and i have determined this from the simple fact that you were the only person i saw on this site that wasn’t hatefully obliterating everything about tsats when it first came out

This book was a sincere and loving work of art! Was it perfect? No! Did it have some cringe moments? Sure! But at its core it was a beautiful, touching homage to a beloved character that had such compassion for the young queer readers that have always held onto him. I adored it, I had so much fun reading it, I laughed, I cried, I giggled and kicked my feet at the cute parts. I felt SO seen. And I’m really sorry that so many other people didn’t seem to have such a great time with it but it sucks that they keep trying to ruin everyone else’s.

I have never understood the vitriolic hate for this book, I will never understand it, but it makes me really sad. There are people in the tsats tag these days saying that they finally read the book after hearing so much bad stuff about it but they can’t believe how much they loved it, and that is really fucking bleak to me. The overwhelming volume senseless hate genuinely did impact others’ decision to pick up a great book that they ended up loving. Anon you aren’t the first person to tell me that I’m the only/one of the few people on tumblr that wasn’t shitting on tsats right out of the gate, and while I guess I’m honored by the distinction it’s also such a tragedy.

It’s sad that the overwhelming majority of the hate I’ve seen for tsats boils down to shipping. Either people hate Will/Solangelo or they’re mad that it wasn’t about a different Nico ship. The degree of bad faith that “solangelo antis” went into this book with is utterly absurd and is present in every single hateful take about it. It’s disheartening to me that such a sincere book that provides a super positive example of a queer relationship — released during a time when homophobia is getting worse in the USA both on a social and political level — is torn down (largely by its own community) because of something as shallow as shipping preferences.

People got mad at me for bringing up homophobia but, I’m sorry, that’s what it looks like when the overwhelming response to a story about two boys in a loving relationship is blind rage and senseless hatred.

Anyway. This is a much longer response than you were probably expecting, and thank you for the kind words!! It’s just. It makes me grateful but also Really Really sad to be told I’m the only person on pjoblr not actively posting hate for this book.

#ask #anonymous #robin text

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this is purely out of curiosity and i don't want to send hate your way, but do you ship mob and reigen? and if so, why?

I do, yeah. An ex-friend of mine asked me the exact same question (just more... harshly I think and with what I assumed was prejudice) before they decided to part our ways and I could never properly answer them because I was so stressed by the situation, it was hard to gather my thoughts. So I'll do my best to explain here, hopefully to make myself understood better.

Sorry if this gets lenghty >_< I'll just put a readmore right here.

I think the biggest reason for why I like them is their canon relationship that has been explored in the series already quite thoroughly - that they have changed eachother, helped eachother grow and one wouldn't be the person they are without the other. I think most of us understand the depth of it. Reigen is Mob's teacher and friend, someone like an older brother. There surely is a strong bond between them and they've seen each other at their best and worst and still acknowledged and accepted eachother's flaws. They trust eachother, they would give their life for eachother even (at least Reigen would, he almost did in the finale after all). And I do think that they love eachother but in a way that isn't actually romantic in canon. I'm perfectly capable of realizing that and I value it a lot both in the series and in fanworks (one of my fav works of fanfiction is about exactly that).

It was my curiosity that made me search up a ship fic of them, I was just confused why people ship them in the first place and whether it can be good and I found myself enjoying it a lot (to my surprise). It was set into the future, and dealt with some serious topics like loss and acceptance, it was kind of bittersweet. Then I felt that maybe it was just slightly ooc because all of the serirei fics I was busy reading depicted Reigen slightly different. Nontheless, I had the other ship on my mind then so I never really dived into Mob/Reigen, but it changed my perspective on them a lot.

And at some point into all this I realized, why not? Why can't I haz 2 cookies? (god im sorry that was terrible sfjgsdkj). What I mean is that the buildup canon offers can be taken further - more of their relationship can be explored in terms of new tropes, sometimes romantic too.

On a personal note I'll just add that I'm rather picky about them and tend to stick to fluff, hurt/comfort and slow slow burns. And I like them most post-canon, a few years into the future. It turns out that it all depends on how they're portrayed for me to like them anyways. I talked on here recently about a work that really had it all and portrayed their relationship in a very satisfying and mature way, with all the complicated feelings, it felt very realistic, especially on Reigen's side. So if anyone wants, here's a rec from me again -> in my dreams (I seem to be more honest) on ao3, just because I think it has all that I like about the ship.

I think that this is the whole point of fanworks - to kind of look further and have fun with it, to see "what if?". Even if it's something sort of.. taboo I guess? Because you get to take it apart in a fictional dimension (if that makes sense). And I completely understand if this is something that can ick some people out or that someone doesn't want to ruin their perception of the characters' relationship. That's totally fine by me and I'm not going to force anyone into liking the ship of course. And there are definitely tropes and tags I really don't want to look into - not everything is for me either.

And I think this goes without saying but I'll add it here anyways: what I like to see in fiction doesn't mean I would like or encourage anyone to do the same thing in real life! It's just interesting to explore from a safe distance where no one can get hurt.

#I didn't mean to make it this long sorry T_T #answered #you dont need to read the fic of course jsdfhskjf i just put it here for anyone interested #also big thanks for asking respectfully #I really appreciate it!

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kila09 · 3 months

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SHIPPER TAG GAME

tagged by @gloster

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

-not really obsessed, but I'd have to say Nick/Maddie from PR: Mystic Force. I really liked their dynamic and tbh, it was that couple that introduced me to fanfics because I went googling for info on Melanie and Firass

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

-oh that's an easy one: Tommy/Kim. The moment I saw them on screen, I started shipping them before I even knew what shipping was. They were my OTP before I even knew what that was. Even at that young age, I was taken in by their chemistry, their understanding and acceptance of each other, the slow build up of their relationship...just...their everything. Honestly, it was because of this ship that i could not get into Disney fairytales because they did more to convince me of true love than any Disney movie ever did.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

-Tommy/Kimberly. After I learned what fanfic was from searching Maddie/Nick...I stumbled upon a Tommy/Trini story and it didn't sit right with me lol. I kept thinking "Tommy and Kim are meant to be" and then I started writing a story about them. Took my weeks, after I'd written the first seven chapters, to work up my courage to actually post that first chapter.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

-more than likely Nick and Maddie.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

-uhm....I mean, not really? I've responded to one or two anon posts or even made a post or two about a ship but actual discourse? I usually have those discussions with my friend

6. Did you used to have a NOTP or have it currently?

-ha! Did I ever! And still do: Kataang, Klance, Hinny, McRolls, Tommy/Kat, Jason/Kim, Dramione, Romione.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

-well, I'm currently reading three fanfics right now, so the couple in those are: Zutara, Tododeku, KinnPorsche

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

-ohh yeah: Tomberly, Drarry, Sheith, Zutara, KinnPorsche, Tododeku, DickKory, Geraskier

9. Is there any couple, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

-yes. I'm pissed they broke Kim and Tommy (rumor was, the letter wasn't even the original storyline but they did it because they wanted the fans to let go of Kimberly and accept Kat); Sheith (they had the best chemistry and the show kept drawing parallels between them and other couples on the show, including Keith's own parents); Zutara (they just made sense and I think Katara would've really blossomed even more because Zuko never would've stifled her or encourage to forego her own culture); Drarry (sure as shit, if one of them was female, it would've happen, so I don't see why it couldn't happen anyways. Plus, I feel they would've understood and balanced each other a lot better than their Canon couples).

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

-nope.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now would be canceled over?

-i dont think so, no.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

-i don't think I had or have one tbh.that.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

-its split btwn most of my OTPs tbh.

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

-hmmm...idk, equality, I guess. The way they understand each other, how they are each others safe space in a way, how they can be themselves (all facets of themselves, e.g., angry, happy, messy, etc.) with each other, the way they're different but also the same in some ways

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

-a bully/victim dynamic that is labeled as enemies-to-lovers; when a miscommunication happens and the person immediately runs away/avoids the other without giving them a chance to explain, which leads into the miscommunication going on for more than 2-3 chapters (even worse when it's a 15 chapter story and the miscommunication happened in like ch 2 and you're on ch 12 and it...is...still...going on)

Tagging: @tomberlylove, @the-badger-mole, @moerusai, @teamironmanforever, @luckydragon10, @ink-and-dagger, @mymcdanno, @angstosaur

#shipper game #ask and answered #mcdanno #kinnporsche #tomberly #zutara #drarry #tododeku

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hi, first of all, i’ve recently found your blog through the yukitaliano tag and i’ve really come to enjoy all the content you post.

I wasn‘t sure whether i should send this ask because in your pinned post it is written, that you primarily write maxiel but open to other ships while you ask bar says something different. I wanted to ask anyway and if your no interested just ignore this and yeah, i just hope this doesn’t get through as being disrespectful or sth similar (i am heavily overthinking this…)

Anyway; Do you have some thoughts about yuki and Michael after the last race. I just feel like yuki tried his hardest and he was doing such a good job and then he had problems with the brake and his engineer was pushing him to be harder on the breaks and he just couldn’t bc he would lose the car. So when he gets out he’s really overwhelmed and also disappointed with the whole situation. And he just wants to go hide in his room, but Michael doesn’t want to leave him alone and let him get inside his head, so they walk back and yuki gets some well-deserved cuddles and hugs from Michael.

(I don’t know whether this is too long or too short but i hope it is understandable anyway bc english is not my first language…)

hello! thank you so much! pls never hesitate to send me anything! i am happy to indulge yukitaliano!!!!

All Michael could do was listen over his headphones and gage the situation. He couldn’t actually speak to Yuki but he could hear everything Yuki and his engineer were saying to each other and it was. Bad.

Michael had been here before, albeit in two wildly different styles of coping with problems. Were Daniel was calm, quiet, reigned in with his emotions Yuki was wild, and free, and chaotic.

But not unjustified.

Perhaps he could reel it back a little when all the world could hear him, but Michael understood Yuki’s frustrations. It was part of his job to understand his driver, meet him where he’s at, and build from there.

Which brought him to walking Yuki back to his driver’s room, quick to keep anyone at bay who might want to approach. His driver needed a minute and it was Michael’s job to find one for him.

With the door closed and Yuki frustratedly getting out of his race suit Michael was quick to step back and let Yuki do his thing, knew he’d know when the right time was to step in. He didn’t need to say anything. Yuki didn’t need to say anything. Yuki was an open book with his emotions in both his language and his physicality. Michael could see his tense shoulders, could see his pinched eyebrows, could see the way Yuki’s body was pulled taught as he struggled out of the sweaty race suit, left in his clinging fireproofs beneath as his suit hung at his hips.

Now.

“Hey,” Michael said as he stepped forward, arm sliding over Yuki’s shoulders to pull him in. Yuki was small, so small his head tucked nicely into Michael’s chest, his own arms coming up to circle Michael’s waist. “Deep breath,” Michael said, giving Yuki’s back a little rub as he hugged him.

Yuki was an explosive little ball of lightning – for good and bad times – but it was the quiet little moments like this that Michael was able to realize Yuki needed this. To be still, to be quiet, to be held until the tension in his body relaxed.

In the circle of his arms Yuki breathed, forehead resting right between Michael’s pecs, tense body trembling. Michael slid a hand up to the back of Yuki’s neck, holding him there and stroking his thumb along the shell of Yuki’s ear. Gentle. Soft. Quiet.

When Yuki finally relaxed a little he pulled back, head tipping back, back, back to look up at Michael at such a close distance. His eyes were welled with tears and Michael hated a little bit that he thought Yuki looked beautiful like this – upset, near crying, and so fucking pretty it hurt.

“Okay?” Michael asked him and Yuki nodded, saying nothing but tipping his head forward again to burrow into Michael’s chest and hold on again.

“Alright,” Michael agreed, tipping his own head down to press the faintest of little kisses to Yuki’s hairline. All would be well once Yuki felt grounded again, and Michael knew he’d be okay.

Until then, a driver’s room cuddle never hurt anyone.

#yukitaliano #i haven't written anything in so long #i feel sucky lol #thanks for being nice to me

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Twenty questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag @lowkeyed1!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 53 without my podfic only works

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 195,236

3. What fandoms do you write for? According to my front page, the fandoms I write the most for are Haven (7) Ted Lasso (6) Fandom - Fandom (6) Teen Wolf (5) Our Flag Means Death & Willow (4)

I'm fine with Haven being my number one but I'd like to bump Teen Wolf off there. My Willow fic will overtake it soon but I still need another fandom to push it off completely!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Wedding of Errors - Teen Wolf, Allison/Lydia, Rated T - Wedding Planner AU and my first (and only?) Big Bang fic! It had beautiful at and I still follow the artist though it looks like the post got deleted in a blog rebrand or something.

Not a Rebound - Supergirl, Winn/James, Rated E - Post season 2 episode 1 smut I wrote to make myself feel better after they nerfed Kara/James for no reason! (we know the reason 😑)

No Time Like the Present - Young Justice, Jamie/Bart, Rated G - Short little future fic of Bart having a panic attack and Jamie helping him out. First time I wrote something and was like wow that was like writing writing!

Uninvited - Elementary, Gen Sherlock & Watson - pod together project I had to ask for a co-writer to help pinch hit this for me because I was struggling. It was strange to co-write, especially with a stranger, but it was interesting and the podficcers seemed to have fun!

ShapeShift - Teen Wolf, Stiles/Danny, Rated T - AU based on a Bollywood movie I found on Netflix and became obsessed with called Pyaar Impossible. Also a pod together project!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Sometimes. I like that ao3 has the unread comments on your front page, so I like to keep them there so I can see them and smile at them when I'm scrolling through the suggested marked for later stuff. If someone has commented multiple times, I'll usually thank them on the most recent one rather than replying to all of them. Of course if someone asks a question I'll answer. Otherwise it depends on my mood.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I was gonna say I try not to leave fics on too an angsty note but then I remembered Garder le Silence my Harry Potter pod together that's an episode of Potterwatch during book 7. It's pretty moody all the way through.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably A Wedding of Errors. It's the only fic with an epilogue so you actually have a little time after the couple gets together. Hmm should I write more epilogues? 🤔

8. Do you get hate on fics? I got an angry comment on Wedding saying it was a bad f/f fic because I spend too much time on the side m/m/m love triangle. Honestly that was something I was worried about and if the person had just been disappointed, I would've understood but they were just mean so fuck em.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? a little! increasingly more so last month lol some light d/s, with a lot of silliness and communication

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? nah I don't love the idea of crossovers. Usually I'd rather have a full AU

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? i don't think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Wedding was translated into Russian in 2015, two years after I wrote it and the translator made a little banner for it!

😭 it is so crazy to think someone thought about my fic so much they put it in another language! I am in awe of them. Umi no Iruka you can ask anything of me. You can throw me into battle like a pokemon. I am in your debt.

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

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku from My Hero Academia. I have never written a fic for them and I probably never will. It's a classic case of, if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. 🥺

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Hmm well I don't usually post anything unless I've finished it. I did start a series of fics for a glee rare pair but I am nOT going back to that. I have the last installment in my Winn gets fucked series like 90% done I literally just need them to fuck and I can post it. I have a couple Haven WIPs I probably won't go back to unless the hyperfixation comes back in a big way.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, calling back to things earlier in the fic, estimating the word count of a story, which I didn't think was a strength but lowkeyed said it was their weakness so i guess!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Description of places blegh, coming up with events for people to do between plot points, describing how people move and gesture? I can see things so clearly in my head it's so hard to describe! it's like "and then they do the face they did in episode 6 where they were like hmnmm you know??" impossible! I should've become an artist!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I would love to if I knew the language well enough but unfortunately I'm english only. I've thrown in a few lines sparingly but I think there's definitely some cool stuff that can happen if it's used right by someone who understands the language well.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I think Jimmy Neutron? I got into fandom young lol

20. Favorite fic you've written? Whatever I'm currently working on is my favorite! I love creating so much and I'm ecstatic imagining all the scenarios and tweaking them over and over and living in their heads and surprising myself when I come up with things I didn't plan! So by that measure my favorite is my unpublished Cyrano inspired romcom but if we're going published, I of course have to go with Multivocal, my heart ❤️ or perhaps A Familiar Sound, my soul! ✨

Tagging @secrets-of-luftnarp @lawlessferalgay @lichfucker @caseycassidy

#tag game #long post

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lurkingshan · 8 months

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you-meme!

Tagged by @telomeke, thanks friend! I had to get through the weekend drama deluge before I could clear out some brain space to answer this one properly, because I never mess around when I'm talking Bad Buddy.

Name and whatever you want to share about yourself

Shan, she/her, I live in the US. I am a lifelong consumer of stories and both an avid reader and drama watcher. I write a lot of meta because when I enjoy a thing I love to dissect and unpack it, and I post on tumblr because I have the most fun when I do that with other people.

When did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I watched Bad Buddy live when it was airing! I was not on tumblr then but I was lurking around fandom spaces and following the week to week discussions around the show, but not actively participating in them. After that my interest in bl as a genre only grew, so I created this blog about 9 months ago to start joining in the fun.

Favourite ship/s

Pat/Pran, of course. They are amongst my all time favorite couples that I've seen in any media, period. I will spice this up by also admitting Pa/Ink didn't do all that much for me. They were just a bit too underwritten for me; I am not someone that is wowed by side crumbs or enjoys filling in the gaps myself. But I am really looking forward to seeing Milk and Love headline their own show soon.

Favourite character/s

Going to take a stand here and throw my love Pat's way, because Pran is the character most in fandom seem to connect with. But I just love Pat. He's such a kind and loyal and devoted person at heart. He's a little bit of a himbo about his emotions, but he's also quite smart in his own way and he understands more than people realize. I love his easy acceptance of his own sexuality but also others around him. He has good instincts about people and it's no coincidence he ends up surrounded by such a good community of his own making. And I respect the hell out of his willingness to fight the constraints of filial piety to call his father on his bullshit. He is someone Pran can trust to stick with him through a lot of hard shit, and his easy forgiveness of Pran's more prickly attributes is crucial to their relationship health. For someone with such a healthy ego, Pat has no problem putting it aside for the man he loves. That's real strength, right there.

Favourite episode/s

Joining the pile on for Episode 11, my beloved. When I tell you I was sobbing the first time I watched it. Tears just pouring down my face from the moment Pat told Pran he understood they had to go back all the way through Pran's song for Pat and their return home. It's one of the most moving sequences I have ever seen in a romance, the way they came to the realization of what they were facing, chose each other anyway, and decided they were going to find a way to stay together, even if it couldn't be in exactly the way they hoped.

Favourite scene/s

Oh gosh, there are just so many. The aforementioned sequence in ep 11, both major rooftop scenes, that lone tear tracking down Pran's face at the end of episode 4, Pat confronting Ming. On the lighter side, there's also the brainstorming roleplay from ep 3, pretty much every courtship scene where they flirted via PPL, the FINGER LICK, the final episode wrestling match and sex acrobatics. Every scene between Pat and Pran was just aces.

One thing you would change about the show if you could

*cracks knuckles*

Okay, fam, just remember, you asked! Bad Buddy is one of my favorite shows of all time, but as I have discussed with @waitmyturtles at length, it is not perfect and I have some serious quibbles with it from a writing standpoint. My top 3:

Wai outing Pran and then Pran spending the whole episode apologizing to him. Nonsensical, infuriating, and the show didn’t do the work to make us understand Pran and Wai’s friendship enough to accept that. I still hate poor Jimmy's face to this day and I blame that on Aof.

Pat gets shot as the deus ex machina to resolve the Wai plot. Villain comes out of nowhere in the same episode, the whole situation is tonally discordant, no follow through and the injury is treated like he got a paper cut in the aftermath. It's just lazy writing. Honestly, send all of episode 9 to the trash heap.

Finale fake out. Aof undercut his own themes about the struggle of the closet and sublimation of your own needs in service of filial piety in order to play a prank on the audience. Dumb waste of half the finale’s run time that actively worked against the message he sought to deliver, and that ep 12 preview nearly ruined ep 11 for a lot of people. Luckily the second half of the finale was so strong it made up for it, but I maintain the fake out was a bad choice that I would definitely go back and change.

What are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

I am a meta girlie at heart so I am always most excited reading deep dives. I cannot possibly remember all the good shit I have read on Bad Buddy, but I'll give a shoutout to the BBS (gender neutral) girlies keeping the meta alive to this day @telomeke @ranchthoughts @dudeyuri @dimplesandfierceeyes @chickenstrangers @miscellar @grapejuicegay. I am always so excited when I see new posts about this show on my dash and I had a great time clowning with you all on OS2.

What are your favourite fanworks you've made?

I wasn't here when the show was airing so I actually don't have a deep library of my own meta for this show (not that made it onto tumblr, anyway). But one of the fun things about being in bl fandom is we get to make connections across the shows we're all watching, so I'll give a shoutout to this post I did drawing a line between Pran and Jae Won of The Eighth Sense.

A song that makes you think of BBS (not in the show)

It's gotta be Same Page? by Tilly Birds. It's not actually played in the show, but Pat briefly references it when he's teasing Pran in their final scene together, and y'all, look at these lyrics:

Me missing you is missing Me missing you is missing along the way Me missing you is missing Me missing you is missing along the way Do you realize how much I am agonized? I only want to know If you and I are on the same page I really want to know if you have a change of heart Or is it just me thinking? Or is there something missing? Like how my feelings never reach you

Feels pretty appropriate for a long-distance couple with more separation ahead, doesn't it? It's fine, I am very normal about this.

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Thanks again for tagging me, Tel, this was fun! I am adding @neuroticbookworm @blmpff @manogirl @invisiblegarters @slayerkitty @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle in case you want to play, and anyone else I tagged above who hasn't done it yet, consider yourselves tagged!

#bad buddy #tag game #shan unleashes her unpopular bbs takes and prepares to get tomatoes thrown at her

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protectorofvel · 2 years

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this tags is full of idiots and I can't stand it anymore.

You may not like a character or even hate it but if you have a good reason to hate or dislike that character, you can. I don't think anyone would be against you then. Honestly, you're all obsessed with Elain's potential to be with Azriel, and you grumble why there isn't ‘a girlboss’ or ‘a warrior woman’ in her place.

Let me give you a simple answer, ladies. Because it is not necessary. First, this book will be Elain's, and a man's love life is certainly not our concern, unless it's Elain's choice. Second, there is someone Azriel is already competing with and that is Elain.

There are many scenes that we haven't read yet and we don't know at what level their relationship is. All we know is that Rhys didn't approve of the situation between the two of them and ordered Azriel to stay away. We have very limited information about what happened before that, and when Feyre announced that she was pregnant, she told Azriel himself that it was her older sister Elain who first noticed, surpassing Azriel in this regard. That was the signal that a nice competitor has appeared, whatever it is I don't expect you to understand, but you're all doing Elain a lot of injustice.

All you do is talk about how boring she is. 'Elain is so boring.' 'She talks about her garden and her flowers all the time.' 'She's just a simple florist.' bla bla bla. Oh, and the 'Evil Elain' theory that has been popular with you for a year. With these words, we understand how much you trust your crackship because you are aware of it. Your crack ship will never be real, unless Elain turns evil or killed by Gwyn after her gets worse.

Seriously, what do you have other than these arguments? Do you have a written romantic scene? No. Are there any indications about your couple in the interviews? None. You are so full of hatred that you try to make a rival to Elain by associating the first side character with Azriel. You are pathetic beings.

I hate all tiktokers who post videos on those hashtags. You guys have never understood Elain and you never will. You stay away from her, she is kindhearted and trying to help her sisters. You envy her innocence and beauty. You want to be in her place, but all I'm going to tell you is go get a real life. Maybe you will be as selfless and kind-hearted as Elain in that life.

Seriously, all of you stay away from that girl's book and don't even buy it if you can. You'll probably all start praising Elain when that book comes out, but I'll always have your back and smack your past. I hope then you will have some dignity and stop reading the series.

#im tired this sh*t #im surrounded by idiots #elriel #pro elain #elain archeron #pro elriel #elain x azriel #pro elain archeron #pro azriel #acosf #acotar #acotar 5 #anti gwynriel #anti gwyn #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel

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Your posts about Rhodey/Tony and slash and black Only Sane Men best friends made me think of American Gods, the series with Ricky Whittle as Shadow. Haven't actually watched season 3 yet, and I also haven't interacted with the fandom in a good while, but I remember that back when season one had just dropped, there were lots of Shadow/Mad Sweeney shippers.

I think many people find Only Sane Man types more compelling (and so, more shippable) as the fish-out-of-water protagonists falling deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of weirdness. Shadow started out working for Mr. Wednesday, following his orders no matter how strange they initially appeared and being the straight man character for his eccentricities to bounce off of, but he never felt like anyone's long-suffering babysitter or nagging mother hen. He had his own troubles, his own sad past as a woobie who got out of jail only to find out the woman he loved had cheated on him with his friend and then died, and scary supernatural shit kept happening to him despite him just wanting a quiet life and a job. And Mad Sweeney was just the aggressive prick who picked a fight with him for no reason, got tangled with him and his zombie ex due to a freaky chain of events that Shadow had absolutely no way to know he was starting, and resented him enough for that to give shippers an unintentionally very gay line like "damn is dark eyes!" that made it into a bunch of crackvids as That One Gay Moment and on many Tumblr blogs as an OTP tag. So right from the beginning, it was clear they were probably never gonna have a "black guy cleaning up after the white guy's messes" thing going on.

And sure, there were also many people shipping Mad Sweeney with Laura, because they had more scenes together and more of an established dynamic... and it was a dynamic where they were both always snarking at each other even when being stuck together, at that. But they often had to deal with a "how dare you ship Laura with anyone, she's a bitch and evil and we as the audience are meant to hate her!!" crowd that sounded suspiciously like many other "don't you dare put a woman between my slash ship" crowds.

Also, a bit off topic from my point but while I never really felt the urge to ship Rhodey/Tony, I also never really understood why Steve/Tony was so popular in MCU fandom before Civil War. My impression when trying to figure it out after watching The Avengers was that comic fans were just really excited to have a liveaction adaptation of a ship that had had years of development (and a Steve/Fem!Tony wedding in a parallel universe, I think?) through the years in comic form... and their enthusiasm ended up dominating the fandom for a while, leaving not a lot of space for other ships. I think the only one somewhat able to rival Steve/Tony was Tony/Loki, but the main Loki ship at that point was Thorki, so Tony/Loki was considered a bit of a crackpair anyway...

I have to say I never checked on Rhodey/Tony before that, though. I just always assumed it had kind of dropped from the face of fandom partly due to the recasting and partly due to people jumping ship to Steve/Tony.

Steve/Tony was pretty popular because of existing comics fans (and fic), yeah. I didn't remember it being quite so overwhelming.

Right now, the sidebar for MCU on AO3 looks like this:

James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers (58243)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (35675)

Peter Parker & Tony Stark (26000)

Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (21178)

Loki/Thor (Marvel) (14221)

James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader (14103)

James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers (11546)

Loki/Tony Stark (11502)

Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov (11474)

Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (10812)

If I filter by time for 2012 and before, it looks like this:

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (2874)

Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (1984)

Loki/Thor (Marvel) (1451)

Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov (1372)

Pepper Potts/Tony Stark (1108)

Loki/Tony Stark (843)

Bruce Banner/Tony Stark (833)

Jane Foster/Thor (548)

James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers (418)

Loki & Thor (260)

Stony had more of a lead than I realized at the time, but this was also the height of inexplicable Clint/Coulson's reign. I think some of the Pepperony never made it off of LJ and other sites too.

I haven't seen American Gods, but having a leading role usually helps with those writing problems. A canon can still decide to sideline a major character in favor of other characters (Star Wars, I'm looking at you), but a show lead is in a lot less danger of feeling like a babysitter. Even if he ends up cleaning up someone's messes or something, he's more of an audience surrogate annoyed about this job or worried about his friend or having some emotion the audience is supposed to pay attention to and give a fuck about. The classic sidelined supportive best friend ensemble character feels like a prop because the audience is never invited to know or care how he feels about what he's doing. He's not an audience surrogate. He's not someone whose interiority matters.

That's the real key: interiority. Plenty of media represents minority characters as sexy or cool or some other positive attribute but doesn't invite us inside their head and thus subtly tells us that they're set dressing, not a person. A lead who drives the plot is generally written better.

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The Viscount Who Loved Me {Fifteen}

TVWLM Masterlist

An A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfiction, inspired by the first 2 seasons of Bridgerton.

Written alongside @snelbz

Ships: Nesta x Cassian x Elain - Feyre x Rhysand - Elain x Azriel x Gwyn

Summary: (see TVWLM masterlist!)

A/N: Thank you for reading! From now until the end, I'll be posting a chapter every night at 7pm EST! x

Tag list is at the end. If you’d like to be added, please comment below or submit an ask. :)

My dearest readers,

Have you heard that a certain baron has been attending the Velaris Art Academy? He must truly be avoiding the social season if he has taken such lengths to distract himself. Who would want to paint when they could be finding a wife?

I will never understand.

The Suriel

Gwyn laid across the chaise in a perfect pose, one hand draped across her abdomen, the other resting above her head. She looked just beyond Azriel, above his shoulder into nothingness.

He drew her, eyes flicking up every few seconds to memorize another inch of her, but it was going horribly wrong.

His mind wasn’t in it, nor was his heart. He was far too distracted, and she could tell.

“Why do I have the feeling only half of you is present?” She asked, a lovely thin brow arched.

Azriel sighed, dropping the charcoal in his hand before pinching his brow. “It’s been a…long few weeks.”

“Does this have to do with the girl you’re in love with?” She asked, eyes alight.

Azriel’s gaze snapped to hers and he frowned. “Are you known for putting yourself into other peoples business?”

Gwyn thought about it for a moment. “Perhaps us poor folk are not as shy and timid in our conversation as those of you with wealth.”

Only Gwyn could make him feel inferior for having money. He didn’t disagree though. It wasn’t that he wasn’t thankful for his full coffers, but there was something to say for not worrying about what others thought of you. Of not worrying about your status or reputation.

There was a reason he hadn’t denied his feelings for Elain to Gwyn when she’d brought them up. She was the only person he could admit that he may be thinking he even had feelings for Elain. If anyone in the ton found out?

Forget the scandal of Rhys and Nesta refusing to marry. Forget Elain’s broken heart after that prick married another young lady.

A young man lusting after his own brother’s bride-to-be might be the most salacious gossip the ton of Velaris had ever heard.

Which is why it had to stay a secret from them.

“They announced their engagement,” he said, at last. “My brother and…the lady in question.”

Gwyn looked at him for a moment and he knew her intrigue was genuine. She sat up, forgetting her pose entirely. “And how do you feel about that?”

Azriel’s first instinct was to snap at her. Sharing his feelings was not something that Azriel felt passionately about. In fact, his inner soul was his own and he hated letting others near it. Yet, he enjoyed talking with Gwyn, enjoyed her company. She had become a good friend, surprisingly enough.

“I am angry,” he confessed, quietly. “And I have no reason to be, so I feel guilty for that anger.”

Gwyn nodded as if she completely understood. “You should feel no guilt for how you feel about this woman. Love knows no bounds. The heart wants what it wants, and there should be no shame in that.”

Azriel scoffed, not because he did not absorb her words, but because she simply did not understand the ways of the ton. “If others were to find out about how I feel for Elain—“

He caught her name the moment it slipped his mouth but Gwyn did not even blink an eye. She continued to watch him, continued to listen.

“It would cause scandal,” he finished, staring at his unfinished drawing.

“And do you care?” She asked, head cocked to the side. “If you are the center of scandal?”

“No,” he confessed, “but I care if she and Cassian are.”

“You care for both of them,” she said, though he would have thought that was obvious.

“Of course, I do.” He raked a hand through his hair, not caring if he smeared charcoal along his forehead or in his hair. “Cassian may not be blood, but he’s my brother, no less. And Elain…” Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and hung his head. “If you knew Elain you’d understand. She was…so withdrawn at the beginning of the season, ashamed of the way her last season had ended.” As he stared at the paint-splattered wood floor beneath him, it occurred to him that Gwyn likely knew none of the background regarding Elain’s failed debut into society. He wasn’t going to explain that now, not when it wasn’t even his story to tell. “She had finally started to open herself again, to blossom and show the world just how beautiful and kind and selfless she is. I had thought that maybe, I was…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

Gwyn’s nimble fingers were suddenly beneath his chin. He hadn’t even heard her stand, but suddenly she was before him and was tipping his face up to look into her own. “You thought that maybe you were the reason she’d bloomed.”

How did she see through him so easily?

“It was a foolish thought,” Azriel said, quietly.

Gwyn shook her head, her hand falling from his chin. “I have not known you for very long, Azriel, but I know who you are, your spirit. You must see yourself in a better light, for that is what you deserve.”

Azriel blinked, thrown off by her statement, her compliment. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he just continued to stare before he said, “You moved from your position. It took me twenty minutes to get you in the right spot.”

Gwyn’s face lit up as she laughed. With a shake of her head, she walked back to the chaise and attempted to get back into position. “You’re too serious, my lord.”

She crooned the last words and Azriel snorted as he rolled his eyes. “Do not call me that.”

Her grin widened and he chastised her. His subject did not smile.

The second her face fell into neutralness and Azriel put the tip of his charcoal to paper, she said, “You need a distraction.”

He was lucky he hadn’t lifted the heel of his hand, otherwise the piece would have been ruined. “A distraction?”

She hummed in confirmation, which Azriel assumed meant she would have nodded, had the angle of her head not been exactly where he wanted it. It also meant she wasn’t going to elaborate, not without some coaxing from him.

The initial shock of her words gone, he let his eyes drop back to his piece as he started to sketch again. “What kind of distraction?”

It was a stupid question, he knew exactly what kind of distraction she offered, but…he hadn’t expected it. Many of the female students were more than willing to pose for their male counterparts, as Gwyn did. They often stripped down to nothing, letting themselves be put into positions that could be considered quite compromising, but loving every second of it. It was a type of freedom that Azriel, as a man, would never understand.

But never Gwyn. She would pose for him and a few others he knew, but never nude. He’d never asked, had never thought to, with his head so wrapped around Elain.

There was a glint in her teal eyes that Azriel could see from across the room and she shrugged, her body falling right back into place and staying there.

The room filled with comfortable silence as he drew Gwyn, far more invested than he’d been minutes before, as he let the thoughts of the damn ton and his expectations leave his head.

Maybe a distraction was just what he needed.

<.>

Rhysand was alone.

He had rarely been alone lately and he had to admit that he did not like it much. Azriel was at the academy and Cassian was off getting fitted for his wedding jacket. He still couldn’t believe the bastard was getting married.

Marriage.

He thought of the word more often these days, thought about the vow he made to his father, that he would not pass down that horrid man’s name, that the Lunasa family name would die with Rhysand.

It was a vow he stood by.

Yet, that vow had grown more difficult to keep in recent days.

There was not a moment that went by that he was not thinking of Feyre. Her smile, her scent, the way she kissed him, the sounds she made while he pleasured her…it all consumed his thoughts. There had never been a woman so tempting to keep as her.

Rhysand had been with women before. Not only those down by the docks, but ladies of the ton, as well. There was a time when the Queen had made it her personal mission to marry off Rhysand, but he never did. None of them ever made him feel a thing.

Until Feyre.

A vow that he’d made almost ten years ago was falling to shreds in just a matter of months.

Or that may have just been his resolve as Feyre dug herself deeper and deeper into his skin. With every kiss, with every touch, with every breath they shared, he was becoming weaker, had begun to imagine things he had no place imagining.

Was she a morning person or did she prefer to be up with the stars, like him? How many spoons of sugar did she take in her tea? Did she sleep on the right or the left side of the bed?

Something told him she was the type to sleep in the middle and spread out until she was comfortable.

If he wasn’t careful, he wasn’t going to just let her beneath his skin, she was going to burrow into his soul, into heart.

Which was something he absolutely could not allow.

Even if it was already happening.

With a curse he pushed away the stack of papers on his desk that he should have been going through, but wasn’t.

He wasn’t being fair to her, he knew that, and he hated himself for it. She needed a husband, it was what she wanted and what she was looking for, even if she had recently convinced herself otherwise. Just because she didn’t want to marry the prince did not mean that she did not want to marry, ever.

There were plenty of times when he told himself that he should leave her alone but he just couldn’t. She called to him, and he could not deny her of anything. She had consumed him, body and soul, and he would happily let her consume him until the day that she no longer looked his way.

But it wasn’t fair.

None of it was fair.

It wasn’t fair that Rhysand could not marry.

It wasn’t fair that he could not have children.

It wasn’t fair that he had found a woman that he could see himself with and knew that the time they spent together was slowly ticking away.

Their little charade had become far too real and he had no idea when that had taken place. As much as he wanted to say that it was the night in the theater, he was fairly sure he was long gone by then. If he hadn’t been, he never would have made such a selfish request, for her to meet him, for her to have given herself to him.

A chill ran down Rhysand’s spine as he repeated his own words in his head. It wasn’t as if they were a sudden realization, but it was the first time he’d considered the implications and consequences of what they’d done.

Feyre had given herself to him, given all of herself, without a second thought. Her virginity, her maidenhead, her innocence. The most prized and protected thing a young lady of high society possessed, especially the Diamond, and he had taken it from her.

He’d ruined her.

He prayed that whoever she ended up marrying one day wasn't one of the pretentious bastards who brought a physician in to check the legitimacy of her virtue. Usually, those were the old men who were looking for something young and pretty to breed and pop out an heir, and the thought of Feyre ending up shackled to one of those pricks…

It suddenly occurred to him that it wasn’t just the thought of Feyre marrying some old, decrepit lord with one foot in the grave that ignited a brewing storm in his belly. It was the thought of her marrying anyone.

The claim he felt he had over her was wrong on so many levels, not just that he wouldn’t marry and he knew he was playing with her heart at this point.

He was playing with his own as well.

<.>

Nesta sat outside on the patio in the dark, looking up at the stars. She had no idea how long she’d been out there, had no idea if it had been minutes or hours.

But there she was, thinking of the ball two nights before.

She had almost kissed him.

She had wanted to kiss him.

Had wanted to do far more.

Now, she was racked with guilt. Feyre and her had not spoken after she had walked in on them, not really. She had told Nesta she would not tell a soul, but that’s all the conversation consisted of.

They had not spoken a word to one another since.

She hoped Feyre was telling the truth, that she would keep it to herself. It was no secret that the sisters did not always see eye to eye. In fact, they rarely got along since the death of their mother.

And if Elain were to find out what had conspired between Nesta and Cassian? Nesta would never recover.

She wasn’t sure if Elain ever would either.

Shame coursed through Nesta as she thought about how she’d avoided Elain since they returned home. She’d feigned a headache in the carriage on the ride home, but there were only so many excuses she could come up with before Elain wondered what was wrong.

The damn burning in her eyes returned and Nesta cursed her stupid emotions as she closed her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she was powerless to stop them.

The creaking of the door opening behind her had Nesta tucking the robe she was wearing tighter around herself, turning to see—

Feyre froze as she took in Nesta’s seated form. She was wearing a dark cloak, the hood pulled up to hide her face and hair. Her eyes looked around the yard behind their home, but she didn’t see anyone or anything. Hesitantly, she approached her sister. “What are you doing out here?”

Nesta wiped at her face. “I could ask you the same thing.” She tried to infuse the words with her usual bite, but they came out shaky.

Feyre hesitated. “I couldn’t sleep. I was going for a ride.”

Nesta’s brows rose, even though she had snuck a horse out of the stables on multiple occasions. “That’s not very safe, Feyre.”

Feyre’s surprised expression hardened. “Don’t you dare start lecturing me on making good decisions.”

On any other day, Nesta would have snapped. She would have fought, would have spat. But today, she was emotionally drained, and even she surprised herself when she said, “You’re right.”

Feyre stilled, as if it were the last thing she expected to hear. Perhaps that’s why she walked to where Nesta sat and plopped down beside her.

After a moment, Feyre asked, “Do you wish to talk about it?”

“About what?” She asked, before she could stop herself.

Feyre’s voice only quieted. “Nesta.”

Another tear slipped down her cheek and Nesta angrily wiped it away. “Nothing happened,” she began, at last, “I need you to know that nothing happened between us.”

Feyre looked skeptical but nodded. “So, what did happen then?”

Nesta couldn’t respond because she had no idea. What had happened? One minute they were spewing hate and the next she was so lost in his gaze that she couldn’t imagine functioning properly again until he had claimed her.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted, voice low. If Feyre hadn’t been sitting right next to her, she likely wouldn’t have heard her. “He just… He enrages me and— and he infuriates me and when I’m around I lose all sense of myself. He…consumes me.”

There’s a pause. “I understand that.”

Nesta’s eyes find Feyre’s, so much like her own, but also wholly different. Where Nesta’s were often cold and wary, Feyre’s held a fire that she could never quite find in herself.

The flame currently burning in them was low, but Nesta could feel the intensity, even as they left her and looked back out over the sprawling law, right to the fence and trees beyond. “You feel his presence the moment either of you enter a room. His voice is like the sweetest lullaby you’ve ever heard, but also a call to something inside of you that you never knew existed.” The corners of her lips tilted up in a secret smile. “The barest of touches sends your heart racing and you don’t know how to slow it down or if you even want to try.” Throat bobbing, Feyre tilted her face to the stars. “I understand that.”

Nesta was staring, not only because everything Feyre had said had struck true, but because…she really did understand.

“Where were you going tonight, Feyre?”

It wasn’t accusatory, the question was genuine.

Eyes still on the stars, Feyre replied, “For a ride.”

The words were light, and there was a small smile still on Feyre’s lips, and Nesta decided then that she wouldn’t press. Even as ideas of where her sister was going flooded her mind, she didn’t voice them.

“But now I am going nowhere,” Feyre continued, and Nesta continued to watch her sister curiously. “Now I am sitting here with you, basking in our secrets.”

Secrets.

Secrets that would stay between them, secrets that no one else would come to know. There was a comfort in that, a comfort in all of this, that Nesta did not have to bear her feelings for Cassian alone. Although nothing would ever come of it, someone else would know of what she felt for him, and she thought for a moment that that would be enough.

In the moonlight, Feyre took Nesta’s hand and they remained there, staring up at the stars in silence. Nesta found a beautiful sense of peace for the first time in a long time.

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#elriel #gwyriel #nessian #feysand #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #fanfic #bridgerton au

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epickiya722 · 2 years

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You know what, I do have some thoughts about my fic "Beware of the Bunnies" and related. It may become a long post since I'm writing on feelings and flow here, so I'll just cut it here.

Or just ignore the post.

I'll be honest, BotB is one of my favorite fics I have written and completed. But it's one of the fics that I'm surprised actually been read. I'm still surprised to see "You Got Kudos!" and see that this fic gets them almost every day. It's almost at 700 kudos. I thought it would just be reaching 100 at this time.

Why?

It's not because I think the writing sucks. Not the best writing, but it's the best writing for me for what it is.

BotB is a comedy, a fic that plays on the relationship (IN A PLATONIC WAY) between two of my favorite BNHA characters Miruko and Midoriya. I wrote on whim, just bouncing off the idea of "What if Midoriya did his Work Studies with Miruko".

It was nothing serious, just a fun fic. I just wanted a fun fic where Deku got Miruko as his mentor and it wasn't because of some drama, angst plot point or whatever. So imagine my surprise when I got so many positive comments before even reaching the third chapter. I really did think that fic wouldn't get comments at all or kudos.

Around the time I started writing BotB, I noticed that most fics that do get a lot of attention are fics that involve explicit content, romance, angst, all that stuff. Before anyone comes after me (and I'm sure some ass hat will ignore this bit, it has happen before), I find nothing wrong with any of that stuff. You like what you like.

It's just with BotB, I don't have any major angst, drama, romance, none of that.

It is not a serious fic AT ALL. It's "crack treated seriously" at best. Who really cares nowadays to read something that is fun and not angsty and lacks romance?

Also characters. I chose to write a fic about Midoriya and Miruko being the main characters. I figured another reason why BotB even got touched is because I included other characters. Example, I'm sure a Hawks fan pressed on the fic just to read about Hawks. I'm not trying to sound salty here.

Be honest, though. Most fics that center around less popular (especially female) characters, platonic relationships, and rarepairs don't get touched as much as the other fics that do in this fandom. Miruko has 4000+ fics under her tag. Hawks though? 20000+.

Miruko may have gotten a growing fanbase (a guess), but be honest. If someone asked you to name a BNHA character, she's not the first character to come to your mind, is she?

Note: there's a little ship bashing in this next part, so if you happened to like Miruko being shipped with Midoriya, skedaddle and never return.

On top of that, the relationship. Now I wrote about the Miruko & Deku thing so long ago, but to reiterate... there are a lot more romantic Miruko & Midoriya fics than there is platonic. I HATE that ship like you wouldn't believe. It irks me thinking about it because when I wrote that fic, a lot of readers understood that the Miruko was just being a big sis (or mom figure some saw her as) to Midoriya. I only had one reader to comment if it was going to be a smut and I truly wanted to reach through my screen and grab them.

There is little less 150 fics involving the Miruko & Midoriya tag currently compared to the 200+ "/" tags for them. For goodness sakes, that tag is bigger than Shigaraki/Miruko and at least those two are adults!

So yeah, I was annoyed that that reader had the fucking nerve to ask. If I was going to write smut, I would have. If I was going to write romance. I know how to use tags, damn it. And if I was going to write something like that between them, I would have. But I hate that ship, I hate just how many fics exist of it, I hate someone even asked...

But I digress.

Writing and finishing BotB made me realize just how much I love writing Miruko fics where she isn't always this "always fighting", aggressive woman without the need to sexualize her or pair her WITH A MINOR.

It's the start. I don't think there is a lot of fics that explore Miruko as a person. We don't know much about her backstory except for Vigilantes, but I don't think a lot of people take the time to explore and make up more fan content for her be it a fanfic or art.

I really enjoy writing Miruko being Rumi. A woman who isn't always in a fighting mode. Someone who likes to laugh, watch her favorite shows, maybe go off the idea that she does have a pet rabbit. Relationship wise, I like her writing her interacting with other characters that isn't Fuyumi, Shigaraki and Hawks. (Again, nothing wrong with those characters. I swear, say anything I will block you)

That's why my other fic "There's Miruko, There's Rumi" exists. I wanted a fic where Miruko isn't always her hero persona. She's Rumi who is a human being with feelings, family and friends.

When people complain about the lack of content for their favorite characters and/or the specific content they want to see, I don't think they realize they can create that content themselves.

I wanted more wholesome Miruko content, guess what? I fucking wrote it. And I love doing it.

#kiya writes #just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #miruko #mirko #rumi usagiyama #usagiyama rumi #rabbit hero: miruko #rabbit hero: mirko #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #deku #beware of the bunnies #bnha fanfic #kiya feels

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