heyyyyy lovebugs welcome to the main account she/her 20s <3 ~~~ just a queer WOC who likes to write fanfics and make spotify playlists that go along with them every so often ~~~ this is not a bigot friendly zone ~~~ my writing will incorporate different aspects of being a queer woc as thatās such a huge part of my identity. i cant write away from it. if you have any asks/request catered to the lgbt+, brown, or plus size community send them this way! iāll write what i can based on my experiences and if i donāt feel qualified to answer your ask iāll link some works or users that would be a better fit! ~~~ and as always, remember that america was never great. your racism was just accepted
poly marauders smut where everyone knows that you are remusā
like itās a good and healthy relationship with all the boys. remus lets you do whatever and has his fun too. but when he *wants* you everyone knows to back the fuck off.
*and letās be real - everyone knows that remus is just in charge. point blank period.*
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesnāt feel like a website youād find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasnāt clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
everyone was joking about trump dying today and I think that's really horrible and cruel. PLEASE do not joke about trump dying unless it's true and confirmed!!! I got really excited and then when I found out he was still alive i was really disappointed!! like that's so mean to do to people
sorry to the crowds who are wrong, but look at this soulmatism after being taunted by each other lmao, broken-hearted doe-eyed, teary eyed darlings, i hope they are never normal about each other god bless
Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
i will always be pro-abortion, pro-trans, pro-women, and anti any man who thinks he has a say in whatever a woman chooses to do with her body. if you donāt like that please fuck off
Welcome to the Masterlist for The Rite, exploring the murky depths of another of my questionable Asgardian headcanons, complete with nonsense eroticism and gratuitous clothing choices.
The Rite: As an invisible member of the wider Asgardian court, everything changes when you catch the eye of the elusive Prince Loki under unconventional circumstances. Pressured by time (and his brother) Loki is reminded he must complete a particular Rite in order to secure his place in Asgard's succession - all he needs is a partner. But adhering to the strict rules in the approach to the ceremonial Rite is more challenging than hedonistic, smugly smouldering Loki anticipated...as are his growing feelings for you.
A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE
One šÆļø A Royal Audience (w/c 3.7k)
Two šÆļø Successional Pleasure (w/c 4.8k)
ThreešÆļø Measurement (w/c 3.9k)
Four šÆļø Daylight Orgy (w/c 4.1k)
Five šÆļø Illusion & Truth (w/c 5.4k)
Six šÆļø Consequence (w/c 5.6k)
Seven šÆļø Marked (w/c 5.2k)
This series is COMPLETE.
for those who ask for part twos, or still donāt understand why content creators ignore requests for those part twos, or stop creating in general, i made a super easy diagram to follow that will help you get those part twos from your favorite writers, or more content from your favorite creators!
Summary: Somehow, in the beginning of your senior year, your family got stationed in middle-of-no-where, Hawkins, Indiana. It's definitely not the type of scene you're used to, but maybe you can be just the rainbow that this backwards town needs.
a/n: rewriting the entirety of ST4 & taking some creative liberties with dnd to fill the void, and yes I'm team fuck the duffer brothers
cw: second hand embarrassment & grammar mistakes (like always), flirting, light smut, adult themes, regular stranger things warnings
"Alright Nancy Drew, what is everyone in this school raving about this time?" You say as the door to the newspaper room slams behind you and you wince just a little.
"Oh it's this dumb tradition we have where, on the last day of school before spring break, all of the seniors come during the middle of the night and have a tailgate in the teacher's parking lot. It's like our lame version of a senior prank. I'm not even sure if-"
"Oh my god, Nance, we have to go. Come on, think about it, it would be a great segment for the school paperrrrr." Drawing out the last word you sling an arm around Nancy Wheeler's shoulders and bring her in closer before she rolls her eyes and reluctantly smiles at you.
"I don't know Y/N, we're already doing a segment on the basketball championship tonight, this might be too much."
"Is it too much or the sprinkle on top of an ice cream sundae? Think about it, if we win tonight, imagine everyone raging. People might" you pause and dramatically gasp "clique cross!"
"I mean, I guess you're right. It would be interesting to see how this brings all different types of seniors together... so just for the paper. Y'know, educational purposes."
"Righttt, educational. Well great! I'll see you after the game my friend, because now, I must go teach young and impressionable children to worship the ground I walk on."
Other people working on the paper laugh at your words while Nancy just sighs "Y/N, please tell me you're actually tutoring those kids like you signed up for?"
But before you can begin to make a retort, her younger brother bursts through the door yelling "Nancy!" Which thoroughly startles everyone, allowing you to walk up the landing out the door while he continues "Oh, uh, do you want to join Hellfire tonight?
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You moved to Hawkins during the beginning of the school year. Not only was it rough having to finish out your senior year in a brand new school 600 miles away from home, but to do so in the middle of suburban no where just seemed like salt on the wound.
However, on your first day you were escorted around the school by none other than Nancy Wheeler, the 'Most Desired Girl of Hawkins High' and she soon became your closest friend in the small town. It could be because she enjoyed the refresh of talking with someone who knew so little about her past, or it could be because you craved some sense of stability and her caring demeanor provided just that, but either way you two grew closer every day.
Your appreciative train of thought, however, was soon interrupted when you found yourself nearly tumbling onto the ground, breaking your fall against the lockers.
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"Oh shoot, ah, that's my bad, I'm so sorry I'm running late for... yeah, and I wasn't looking." Comes a voice behind you that helps you stand up and steadies you with his hands on your shoulder.
You pat your clothes down and turn to see your assailant/helper and laugh out, "It's okay, I think I'll survive," when your eyes are met with copper ones and you smile.
Eddie's heart skips a beat while he just stares back at you, awestruck. Laughing, more to yourself now than anything, you bend over to pick up the singular notebook and pencil dropped on the ground. He finally snaps out of it when you hold the supplies out.
"Eddie!" He practically shouts at you and you give him another amused look which forces him to continue with red cheeks. "Eddie Munson, that's my name. Hi. You're the new girl, right? Yeah, I've seen you around."
"Y/N, and yeah, I think I might've seen you around too." Your eyes rake their way up and down his body before you smirk and continue. "Don't you have a 'yeah' that you're running late for?"
Eddie's eyes light up as he glances at one of the clocks in the hallway. "Shit. Ohhohoho, any other time I would love to stay and chat but I am on a dangerous mission. Lives are at stake."
"Ah, well then, Sir Munson, I'm sure I'll see you around some time." The two of you meet eyes again as he throws you a wink and shouts "You know it" over his shoulder while running back through the hallway.
Your amusement soon becomes doubled when, a few minutes later, you reach the door to Ms. OāDonnell's classroom and, through the window, see a familiar head of fringed hair at one of the desks.
'Oh fate, how you amuse me' You whisper to the skies before grabbing the handle and smiling cheerily at the elderly woman sitting behind the teacher's desk. "Hi Ms. OāDonnell!"
"Miss Y/N! Right on time without a minute to spare, come in come in. Thank you again for agreeing to take over my tutoring today so I could take my granddaughter to her appointment."
āOf course,ā looking around the room to see if thereās anyone else and avoiding eye contact with the boy right in front of you whose head just snapped up, you continue āso, is it just Eddie tonight?ā
āYes, and Iām glad to see you two already know each other. Y/N can practically teach my class herself, she was in calculus at her last school but we donāt have anything higher than that here and-ā
āUh, Ms. OāDonnell'ā¦ā You chime in and point to the clock above the center of the classroom.
āOh! Right right! Okay, so the worksheets for today are on my desk, you can add more if you need, be creative. If he gets anything above a 70 then heāll stay right on track for passing the class this semester. Oh, and donāt forget the close the door when you guys leave!ā The teacher says as she rushes out the door and sends another smile towards you.
When youāre finally alone you smirk to yourself and grab the papers off of his desk and walk over to Eddie who is smugly slouching against the side of his chair.
āWell well well, isnāt this a coinkidink Lady Y/N.ā he says while tapping his knuckles against the desk top.
āI suppose it is, but uh- what happened to your dangerous mission with lives at stake?ā
āOh, thatās all still true. This is a dangerous mission, for whoever is tasked with helping me pass math this year, that is. And, my life is at stake. Fail senior year once? Okay, the town needs a bad boy outcast. Fail it twice? Alright, that kidās got some problems at home or something. But when youāre about to fail for your third time? See now thatās just sad.ā
Laughing at his joke you just nod and bring a chair to the opposite side of his desk. āYes, it just makes me want to shed a tear. Yet, something tells me itās not because youāre ignorant. Now, let me guess, youāre an actual genius, or at least have an above average IQ, who is too eccentric for our current school system leaving you under-stimulated and in a never ending spiral of boredom and stagnation?ā
āWait, how did you-ā
āMom was a psychologist.ā you interrupt with a shrug.
āOh, well I bet that made for a fun home lifeā Eddie says, sitting up in his seat and leaning his elbows against the table.
āHa! Yeah, something like that. But maybe now we should get started on the worksheets Ms. OāDonnell left for you.ā
āI mean, we could.ā Eddie says, daring to move his forehead closer to you āOr we could continue playing this little game where you ask questions and guess things about me and I do the same back to you, the papers will always be there for later.ā
āTempting offer, but how about I make you a deal. For every problem you do correctly, Iāll answer whatever question you want to ask me, but only one.ā
āOh, deal.ā
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About thirty minutes passed of you guiding Eddie to fix the careless mistakes in the otherwise perfect work and him, in return, asking you six questions now.
āOkay, so you moved here from Virginia because your dad has some fancy new job, you donāt like potato salad, youāre not apart of any cliques, and you love to look at any bright color but your ultimate favorite one is brown. But what is it that the infamous Y/N Y/L/N likes to do in her free time?ā
āOohhhh I feel like thatās a loaded question. But, for right now I guess I like to listen to music and partake in someā¦ recreational activities.ā
"Music and 'recreational activities', that's intriguing. What-"
"Ah, ah, ah, that sounds like another question to me and you have a whole other half of that worksheet to get through."
"Okay, okay. Deal's a deal." A few seconds of silence pass where Eddie is just looking at the back of his paper before he sighs and speaks up "Alright, I think now would be a good break time. It just feels like all of the letters are jumping up and hitting me in the face right now."
"Come on, you're halfway there, you can do this. I think you just need a change of scenery. Here!" Standing up from the chair you dragged over, you take a minute to rearrange a few of the desks in the room into a straight line with no gaps in between.
"Alright, try this, lay down on your stomach on top of all of these desks. You want your head and neck to hang off of the last one"
"I mean, if you insist, I-"
"Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. Laying with your head upside down like that brings the blood back to your brain, plus it gets you moving around so there's your little break."
He grumbles a little at first but eventually Eddie does as you suggest and he's calling you a sorcerer for curing him like that. After he gets problem number seven correct he joins you as you lay with your back on the floor and legs pressed flat against the wall.
"You know, you're pretty cool. Most of my tutors, prison guards, whatever you want to call them, expect me to just immediately absorb whatever they tell me, like I'm supposed to commit it to muscle memory. But here we are, with our feet in the air and backs against the dusty school floor."
"Bitchin' right?" you laugh and Eddie continues to ask you questions after he completes each problem correctly until you check over his paper one last time.
"Yup, you got it. Even remembered to switch the sign from less to greater than. Nice" You reach your hand out for a high five but Eddie doesn't move his hand away so fast.
āLast problem on the work sheet so the last question Iāll burden you with; are you free Tuesday night? Because, you know, I heard there's this super cool band playing at The Hideout called Corroded Coffins. You know, if you're into that type of thing, although I did hear that The Hideout has a strict 'potato salad only' policy.ā
"Hmmm, you know, I think I can be persuaded to go anyways." You say with a smile on your face while you move to sit cross legged.
Sensing the coyness in your words Eddie copies your motions and looks at you very intrigued. "Yeah, and how is that?"
"Careful, I didn't see you finish any problems to earn that question. Besides, I think it's my turn to ask a few now."
"Oh really, then please, ask away."
"Can I kiss you, Munson?"
Subconsciously Eddie slides his tongue against his lips and stares at you with his eyebrows raised before he snaps back into the moment and looks around the room "M-me?"
"Yes, you. Eddie Munson, would you grant me the highest honor and allow my lips to grace yo-"
Interrupting you in the middle of your monologue, Eddie gently grabs your face with both of his hands and smashes his lips down onto yours, literally taking your breath away.
It takes a second for the shock to wear off but once it does you wrap your hand in Eddie's hair and deepen the kiss even more.
At the same time you start to move Eddie places his hands on your sides and pulls you closer while you begin to straddle his lap.
There, in that moment you felt something you didn't even know you were missing your whole life. The kiss lit a spark that radiated inside of your soul, devouring internal demons and insecurities. Little did you know that the man below you felt the same way. He finally felt seen, not like someone was using him as a plug or expecting him to act a certain way. He felt like, for the first time in a long time, someone wanted him. And man, did he want you back.
Thatās why a smile radiated across his face when you pulled away and began to pant out. āIām- Iām not trying to ask for a quick fuck- or insinuate that's something either of us are thinking about but, would you maybe want to get out of here.ā
āYes! Uh, um, I mean yeah, I think I would. You know I have a van, we can drive around for a bit, itās not āsweet oleā virginyaāā he exaggerates with a country accent āBut there are a few spots I think you might like.ā
Laughing you placed your lips back on his for a gentle kiss before speaking again. āMaybe we can listen to some Corroded Coffin on the way, because usually I like to know what type of music a band makes when I say I made out with their hottest member.ā
āWait. You knew? This whole time you knew?ā He asks out of disbelief and amusement.
āYou knowā you gently kiss Eddieās neck while you poke at the guitar pick necklace he wears and whisper in his ear āyou donāt hide it very well.ā
Eddie is too busy closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to say anything so you slowly continue āPlus, I would recognize a guitaristās fingers anywhere.ā You take his hands and place them flat against yours to prove the point and smile as he interlaces your fingers.
āYou better stop talking or I will fall in love with you Y/L/N."
"Come on" you stand up and hold out a hand for Eddie to grab "How about you take me out on a date first?"
With a shit eating grin Eddie grabs your hand and shoots up, pulling you into him for another kiss. "Don't need to ask me twice." He murmurs against your lips between kisses before his mouth begins to travel down your neck.
Laughing, you wrap your arms around his torso and pull him in for a hug "Eddie!" you squeal.
"Sorry Princess, come on, let's go."
"Okay, but we need to come back here after the basketball game, I told my friend Nancy that I would meet her at the senior tailgate so you better not make me a liar Munson"
"Basketba- Oh. Oh shit. Oh fuck, Oh shit. My, fuck. Sorry, shit." Eddie says as he scrambles around the room, gathering up all of his things and shoving them into the thin backpack he brought with him to tutoring. "Fuck, I forgot I have the club tonight! And I gave the boys shit for wanting to reschedule and-"
The scene in front of you was nothing short of amusing. Even after he gathered all of his things, Eddie continued to walk in big circles around the room while shouting out random obscenities every second. He doesn't stop until you place two arms on his shoulders then gently tug his face to look at you. "Go. It's okay, I promise I understand, just go and maybe I'll see you at the tailgate." You say with a wink and Eddie just brings you in for another kiss. Before sharply pulling away and running towards the door.
"You're the best Y/N, I swear if it was anything else! FUCK!" You hear more scattered cursing going down the halls and you laugh to yourself before you begin to put Ms. OāDonnell's room back together. A few seconds later you hear more running, this time coming closer to you with scattered breath.
Eddie pops his head back in the room and lights up when he sees you're still there. Still running towards you, Eddie bends down and picks you up by the legs, spinning you around while he kisses you, causing you to laugh even more. When he puts you down there's a smile on both of your faces and he turns you around once when you feel something cool drape around your neck.
"Wait, Eddie, what's this?" You ask with genuine curiosity, allowing him to turn you around once more while you glance down at the metal guitar pick resting in the middle of your chest. "Munson, sweetheart, I can't take this from you. And aren't you-"
Interrupting you yet again, the man in front of you places a finger on your lips before wrapping his arms around your waist and just looks at you for a second.
He sighs softly and a small smile creeps in the corner of his lip "Take it. Seriously" he says against your protests "it's okay, you can always give it back to me on Tuesday."
"Uh, okay. Thank you." You say with a coy smile on your face before you two burst out of your moment.
"But you should-"
"Yeah I should-"
"Go!" you both shout out at the same time and Eddie kisses you softly one last time before booking it back down the hallway
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It's so funny, because I didn't realize this until I started posting fic regularly myself, but there is genuinely no way for a fic author to tell that you even read their work, let alone liked it, if you just click off when you're finished.
It feels like they should knowāof course you read the fic! You just had fifteen emotions in a row about it! But they don't know, because you haven't told them. All they know is that the 'hits' counter went up by one more, which means someone clicked on it, and then probably didn't read more than a sentence before clicking off.
And alright, maybe it feels like it doesn't matter, because they're not ever going to know that you read it in the first place, so why should you even leave a kudos/like, let alone comment?
Becauseāand I say this as both a fic writer and readerāit means they know someone actually read it. Every time they get proof that someone actually read the whole thing from start to finish, it gives them just a little more evidence that it was actually worth it to put the fic out into the world, and that's a little more chance that they're going to keep writing and posting.
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