#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I WAS DYING TO TELL SOMEONE LOL

[wanderingcas]

I would LOVE to know how the ending changed!!!! 👀💞

OKAY PERFECT IT'S 1AM AND I CANT SLEEP SO I WOULD LOVE TO SHARE

spoilers under the cut if anyone hasn't read it yet and wants to remain surprised

so in the original ending i had gadreel as one of lucifer's hired men rather than a detective (there's a leftover detail of that in one of sam's pov chapters where jody holds up a mugshot of gadreel. gotta change that still oopsie daisy). i was going to have cas leave the lighthouse, then come back to the lighthouse upon the threat of gadreel being there and holding dean at gunpoint or something idk

and then basically cas and dean have a showdown with gadreel at the lighthouse, they do a cute murder, and dean washes gadreel's body away with the tide. the storm comes and they decide that they can't stay - they have to go on the run since lucifer/lucas knows where cas is. dean decides to go with cas.

SO THE REASON i didn't like this ending about 75% into writing the draft (💀) was because i really liked the theme of choice and freedom that was emerging through the fic - with dean feeling as if he's trapped in the lighthouse and has no other choice juxtaposed with cas feeling as if he has to be on the run and has no other choice. it felt much more meaningful for dean to choose to leave the lighthouse not under duress but because he chooses it for himself. annnd with cas returning to the lighthouse and deciding to face his fate not because of dean being in danger (i mean he thinks that at first because im a jerk and wanted to throw in one last red herring) but because he simply wants to be with dean and chooses to stop running and simply live his life the way HE wants to live it - that felt more significant to me.

so with cas choosing to stay with dean, and dean choosing to leave with cas, it just felt like the perfect symmetry for them 🫶

also the murder thing just kinda soured the plot to me, too - i wanted to give them some softness. although the idea of cas going COMPLETELY feral at dean being hurt and held at gunpoint was delicious to me. i will be sure to include this in the next fic i write 🫡

[psformybss]

Dialed In

series masterlist

based on part 2 of this ask (except tumblr hates me and wouldn’t let me answer it like normal so it’s just a screenshot lol)

warnings: soft!drew, prank call, cast chaos, elle phone it in,

an: i loved this idea so much, i creating interviews lol but seriously tho i’ve been watching elle phone it in interviews lately and the obx cast should do one like it would be so chaotic.

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There was a dangerous sort of silence hovering over the Outer Banks cast table, the kind that only meant one thing: someone was about to do something ridiculous. Again.

“Alright,” Madison announced, plucking the next prompt card like she was holding court, “this one says: Call someone you love and tell them you’re thinking about them. No context allowed.”

A symphony of ooooohs followed.

Chase immediately leaned over the table. “Starkey. You already know what to do.”

“Yeah,” Carlacia grinned. “No escape. Call your wife.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool. “What if I was thinking about my dog?”

Austin waved him off. “No one’s buying that. Call Y/N.”

Madelyn smirked. “You know she’s going to freak out if you go full dramatic with it. That’s what makes it perfect.”

JD handed him the phone like it was a live grenade. “Come on, Romeo. Let’s see the sparks.”

Drew exhaled, exaggerated and dramatic, and took the phone. “Y’all are gonna get me roasted.”

“Worth it,” Madison said, already leaning in.

He scrolled to Wifey in his contacts, heart emoji and all, and tapped her name. The camera zoomed in as the ringing started.

Once.

Twice.

Click.

“Hey babe,” her voice came through, a little out of breath, like she’d just run down the stairs. “Everything okay?”

The cast immediately leaned forward like a pack of vultures with popcorn.

“Yeah,” Drew said, soft, serious. “Just… thinking about you. Wanted to say I love you.”

There was a pause on the other end. “Wait—what? Are you okay?”

“I love you,” he repeated, voice almost too tender. “That’s it.”

Now she was suspicious. “Okay, who died?”

Madelyn slapped the table. JD covered his mouth, trying not to cackle.

“No one,” Drew said calmly. “Just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you. That’s all.”

A beat.

“…Are you drunk?”

Drew blinked. “It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Exactly. So you’re either drunk, lying, or being held hostage. Say ‘banana’ if you need help.”

Chase was wheezing. Carlacia had to duck behind JD to hide her laugh.

“Nope,” Drew said, still a stone wall of calm. “I’m totally fine. Just feeling grateful for my wife.”

Another beat. Then—

“Okay,” she said slowly, “I’m calling your sister. Something is up.”

“Alright, alright,” Drew finally broke, laughing as he glanced around the table. “I have to tell you something.”

“Knew it!” she shot back. “What is going on?”

“I’m filming that ‘Phone It In’ interview with ELLE right now,” he said, still chuckling. “You’re on speaker. Everyone’s listening. Say hi.”

There was silence. Then—

“You’re DEAD.”

The table exploded. Full chaos. Madison was crying laughing. Austin fell back in his chair. JD banged the table like a game show buzzer.

“I knew it,” she said again, voice somehow half-scandalized and half-giggling. “You had that soft serial killer tone you do when you’re trying to be romantic on camera.”

“She handled that so well,” Carlacia beamed into the mic. “Wife of the year.”

Drew was still laughing, phone to his ear. “I’m sorry, babe. I had to. They made me.”

“No you didn’t,” she said, but she was laughing now too. “I literally thought you were dying or you’d joined a cult.”

Madelyn leaned into the mic. “Y/N, we love you. Thanks for not hanging up.”

“She’s a champ,” Chase agreed. “10/10 prank victim. Elite wife energy.”

“Okay,” she said, dryly. “But when it’s my turn to prank you, I’m going big.”

Drew raised a brow. “Define ‘big.’”

“I’m not telling you. That’s part of the fear.”

He grinned. “Fair.”

“Love you,” she added.

“Love you more,” he said, hanging up before she could threaten him again.

The table roared.

“Bro,” JD said, pointing at him, “you just gave her a trust issue in HD.”

“She’ll forgive me,” Drew said, sliding the phone across the table like nothing happened. “Eventually.”

Madison shook her head. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

And somewhere, across town, Y/N stood in the middle of the living room, phone still in her hand, jaw slightly dropped.

He called her—on camera—for ELLE Magazine. Without a single warning. No heads-up, no “hey, by the way, you might be on speaker with half the Outer Banks cast and the internet watching.”

She stared at the screen like it had betrayed her.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, scrolling Instagram just in time to see a behind-the-scenes clip already going up on Madison’s story. “He really did it. He really did that.”

And the worst part?

He sounded so damn sincere. Like he hadn’t just ambushed her for content. Like he meant it.

She dropped onto the couch with a sigh, still shaking her head.

“Next time,” she mumbled to herself, “he better text first.”

[justwinginglife]

I've been deepdiving the hoshina tag and you are definitely one of my favourites to read from with the way you portray him 😭😭😭 so I'm wondering how it'd be with him and a reader that's always portrayed as the elegant and forward type... (kind of like shinobu kocho? if you're familiar with her) and on a rough mission he finds her like... heavily injured and he's thinking that it's the first time he's seen her so different from how she usually acts

this is my first time requesting ever.... so if there's some kind or etiquette I'm missing please don't hesitate to tell...........

THANK YOU SO MUCH! This means a lot to me! And, my dude, I just portray what I think of him- that he's the biggest freaking green flag EVER lol. And don't even worry about requesting etiquette, I just joined tumblr a couple weeks ago so you're totally fine, I wouldn't even know either. I'm just glad I could be your first request! Hope I do it justice, thanks again for your support. Also sorry for the wait. Also there were so many different ways I could've gone with this prompt so I hope the one I chose turns out okay.

Honest

There was always a line out the door of officers looking to train with you and today was no different.

Besides the fact that your technique was utterly flawless and you made combat look as graceful as ballet, you were also just stunningly gorgeous. Any man would die just to get a glimpse of you, let alone spar with you. Taking a punch to the face or a kick to the abdomen was an honor if it was from you.

And you were always the same with every man, you never showed any favoritism. You'd give them the same small smile, giving your honest advice when asked, but nothing more than that. You never even blinked at someone longer than you usually did with anyone else.

But even though it seemed like no one had caught (or could catch) your particular attention, there was in fact one man that you had to actively try to subdue your feelings for. You were thankful that no one had noticed that every time a certain Vice Captain walked into the room, your eyes always somehow wandered in the opposite direction of him. And when you'd hear him laugh or even just give out orders, your teeth would clench together to keep from smiling at his voice.

You weren't one to give away parts of yourself easily, having lost all of your family, but one day you'd suddenly found that it was much harder for you to not want to just give everything to him. Especially when you had realized that he was into you too. No matter where you were on campus, he'd make it his mission to find you, to be near you. He'd tell you his best jokes, trying to get you to crack more than just your usual small smile. He'd fight all out with you during training sessions, trying to get you to break a sweat for once, claiming that it did something to him watching you all worked up. It had become quite the strain on you, trying to treat him the same as everyone else when you were dying to just push him up against a wall and kiss him. You'd settle for even just holding his hand or brushing your shoulder up against his. But this wasn't like you- to want such immature, naive things.

You were someone who was wanted, you did not want. You were someone who was needed, you did not need. In fact, you were so hesitant to rely on anything, that if you could've figured out a way to live without oxygen you would've so as to not be indebted to the air filling your lungs.

Your skill and your independence were your swords and you wielded them with grace, distancing yourself from the crowds, but making yourself into a pretty show for them to watch. You were fine if they watched you, as long as that was all that they did. You couldn't imagine someone actually courting you, touching you, loving you.

But you did imagine Hoshina- it was more often than you'd like to admit and it irked you. You thought about just flat out ignoring him, turning down his requests to spar with you. But then he'd be different than everyone else. He'd be someone who spurred enough emotion in you to warrant unnatural behavior. And you refused to give in to emotion, especially emotion so childish and needy as something like love.

So you spent the day the way you always did, giving every officer a proper amount of time to train with you, and ending each session with a curt smile and a nod, gesturing for the next combatant to approach.

But then the alarm went off, signaling a kaiju attack. You thought you'd handle this the way you always did, no mess, no fuss, just efficient and effortless. But this was no ordinary kaiju and tonight was no ordinary night.

You had let all the lower ranking officers handle yoju duty and you had gone straight for the daikaiju. That was not abnormal behavior, you were always confident in your skills and they always served you well. But not tonight.

Tonight, you were humbled in the most brutal way possible.

Your fight had drawn you away from the rest of the squad, and now you were glad it had because you were ashamed to be in such a sorry, gruesome state. You had sustained heavy damage and for the first time in your life, you genuinely considered you might die here.

You thought of all the friends and family that you'd lost to war, kaiju, sickness. You wondered if you were ready to join them. It would be easier to let go.

"But I'm not done yet... I haven't..." You spit up blood, and shakily rise to your feet, groaning at the effort. I haven't even told him how I felt yet, damnit, you think to yourself, unable to speak the words aloud. Without meaning to, you being to cry. You don't have a free hand to wipe the tears away, as one clutches your dripping abdomen trying to stop the flow of blood, and one clings to your gun, aching as you attempt to raise it again. You fire a weak shot but your combat power is high enough that it distracts the kaiju for a moment.

And a moment is all that you need.

"Hey there, princess. You look like you could use a little saving. Don't worry, I won't tell the guys."

Right before your eyes, the beast suddenly splits into little dissected pieces and they rain down on the pavement, pelting the ground.

For the first time in years, you smile a real genuine smile as the Vice Captain holds his hand out to you. You're relieved to be alive to make it to another day, and you're shocked at how relieved you are. You don't remember when life began to feel so precious to you.

Maybe it was when you'd accidentally overheard a conversation where Hoshina was telling another officer that you'd be the one to bring hope to future generations.

Maybe it was when you'd forgotten your lunch one day and he'd sacrificed his lunch to leave it in your locker for you to find when your growling stomach had sent you hungrily ravaging through it for any snack you might've left behind.

Or maybe... maybe it was when your last living relative died and everyone whispered to each other about how cold you were for not shedding a tear and keeping your chin up when all you wanted to do was curl up and cry, but he alone told you in passing (not wanting to make a scene) that it was okay to grieve in whichever way you pleased.

And now he was holding a hand out to you. And you thought if you took it you might never let go. You might want to know where this led, what your feelings felt like when you let them roam wild, what he felt like in your arms.

Before you can decide if you truly want to take that terrifying step, his hand clasps yours and he pulls you in for a hug.

"You did good." He whispers in your ear.

You shake your head but you don't pull away from him. "I didn't. I almost died. You had to save me. I wasn't good enough."

"You're enough. You did well." He repeats, firmer this time.

You sigh against him, exhaling every pent up feeling you'd been holding on to. "Th-thank you, Vice Captain."

He pulls back a little and grins at you. "It's Soshiro, actually."

You bite your lip, trying to force down the warmth that's started to flood into your cheeks.

"You know I've never seen you like this before. It's a good look on you." He teases.

"Shut up, Soshiro."

He grins even wider at you using his first name so soon. "You get your butt kicked for the first time, you actually blush, and then you raise your voice at me? What is going on with you today?" He chuckles, nudging you playfully.

"I think... I think I might want to try something. Something different." You say finally.

He raises a curious eyebrow at you. "And what's that, princess?"

"Being honest with myself for once."

And with that, you pull him in and kiss him.

[sweetscene]

was there a lifetime waiting for us?

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

note: kinda ib ben&bens ‘lifetime’ / kinda rushed lol.

“MSBY Black Jackals setter Miya Atsumu announces his engagement.”

The sudden news came early in the morning of spring, just around the time everyone began their day. It certainly came as a surprise to you, who had seen the news on a large screen outside while drinking your coffee.

The headline was loud and clear, written in bold, capital letters. “In Miya-sans announcement via social media, he states that he has ‘found someone to spend eternity with.’ He also thanks his fans for their support. MSBY Black Jackals will be playing against Schweiden Alders tonight in Osaka.” The announcer says.

You find yourself huddled over your phone, too occupied with Atsumus life to worry about yours. His name is on the search bar, and you’re reading every article the internet has to offer. So he’s found someone, you think, letting out a deep sigh as you turn your attention to the cherry blossoms swaying in the air.

You remember it clearly, the night after the two of you graduated. After all, it was the night you two had broken up. While Atsumu had been set on becoming a professional player in Osaka, you had Tokyo in your mind for university. Two different dreams, two different cities, and two very different schedules—you couldn’t handle it.

Atsumu held onto your hand tightly. “Four years…” he muttered to himself, eyes on the ground as the two words circled his brain over and over again.

“What?” You teased. “You can’t even wait four years for me, your beloved?”

“What are you saying?” He looked back at you, brows furrowed, slightly offended you’d even doubt him. “Of course I can wait four years. Once you move to Osaka, we can get married.”

“Too early,” you waved him off, laughing. “We’ll be twenty-two, Tsumu. Let’s take our time.”

“But a lot can change in four years,” he said, slightly wincing at the last two words. “Maybe at that point, we’ll want to start a family and…”

You reached for his cheeks, kissing his forehead in hopes of cutting him off. “We can think about that when the time comes,” you tell him. “Four years is four seasons in the league, and perhaps even four championship titles. A family can wait.”

“But you’ll be there, right?” He asked. “In four years, you’ll be in Osaka with me?”

“In March,” you smiled at him confidently. “Right when the cherry blossoms bloom in late March, I’ll be there.”

“I can wait that long,” he finally concludes. “If it’s you, I’m willing to wait that long.”

***

You know you could’ve skipped out on this game (one seat empty wouldn’t matter for the famous MSBY, you think), but a part of you wanted to see it for yourself. To see that he’s happy, that he moved on. Perhaps you wanted to hurt him the same way he did to you.

The lights dim, signaling the start of the game. You keep your eyes on the door where the MSBY team will enter, waiting for the moment you will see him again. They exit in their own unique way, MSBY. Bokuto leads the pack, overflowing with energy. His arms are up and waving, encouraging the audience to scream a little louder. Hinata and Sakusa follow, and soon enough, he makes his entrance.

His yellow dyed hair is neatly parted to the side, and his smile so unconvincing as he waves to the crowd. He looks up at your section, and his eyes immediately lock with yours—the same hazel eyes that used to greet you with so much love, now looks at you with great shock.

The game ends after an hour. The mistakes in Atsumus performance was evident—it was the one thing the audience wouldn’t stop talking about. “Maybe he got nervous after announcing his engagement,” one girl says as she passes by you, reminding you that he’s no longer yours. MSBY still won their game, and Atsumu is now engaged. In the end, he’s reached a satisfying ending without you in the story.

Damn it, you mutter to yourself. Frustration takes over your mind and body as you lose yourself in the venue. You dammned Black Jackals and your…

Your name echoes in the empty hallway and it’s Miya Atsumu, who rides on the waves of energy and confidence, calling for your so tenderly. You expected him to be down about his lack of success in the game to even think of you, yet he’s here, calling out your name. You rush, speed walking to the exit in hopes of leaving him behind.

But he gets to you before you get the chance to do so. His hands reach for yours, and you instinctively pull away. He says your name once more, soft and loving in the same way he always did four years ago. “You’re here…”

“Just like I’d promised,” you tell him, faux smile spread across your lips. “Telling me wouldn’t have hurt, you know.“

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “Was it that hard to wait, Atsumu?” The sharpness in your tone as you say his name for the first time in ages hit him like poison. “You said that if it was me, you’d wait four years.”

“A lot can change in four years,” he merely says.

“And you should’ve told me,” you retort. “Even if it destroyed me beyond repair, you should’ve told me when it all started to change. Instead of dreaming about our future while you thought of someone else, I could’ve focused on my studies without you—without Osaka as my end goal.”

He reaches for you once again, but the result remains the same. “Y/N…” he says, voice now hopeless. “Don’t do this…”

“You told me,” you smile once again as tears threaten to leave your eyes. “You told me we’d get married. Did you really move on so easily?”

His lips part, but before he could reply, his phone buzzes. Pulling out his phone and looking at the notification displayed on screen, he sighs. “I have to go,” he says slowly, refusing to meet your gaze. “She’s…waiting for me.”

“I see…” you take a peek at his phone, only to find it dim and protected. You watch as he shoves his phone back in pocket, his other hand rubbing his temple. “Does she make you happy?” The question you’d held back on slip out unconsciously.

He looks up, studying you carefully knowing this will be the last time he sees you. “Not as much as you do.”

You let out a soft laugh, your heart shattering—his words the cause. “That’s the mistake you’ll have to live with for eternity.”

You turn around and open the door. “Y/N,” he calls for you one last time, his tone bringing you back four years when the two of you, who didn’t know any better, were laying down on his roof, taking in the spring breeze. “If it all fails, can I look for you once again?”

You smile bitterly, bowing at him. “Miya-san,” you say, your voice soft and tender. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

[llonelygoddess]

How they react to...You being good with a sword

A/N: Not my best work but I'm open to feedback!

Characters: Ned Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Khal Drogo, Brienne of Tarth, Missandei, Podrick, Jorah Mormont

TW: Horny characters, violence?

Ned Stark: You'd both be out watching Robb, Jon, and Theon practicing with their swords in the court yard. Jon's kicking both of their asses and it's getting hard to watch so you excuse yourself from Ned's side. Walking down to the courtyard, you grab a sword and show them defensive and offensive positions. Ned almost objects as you begin but seeing his kids take your advice so seriously he smiles. If the boys can respect you as a teacher then so could he. Now, He didn't like the idea of you being in a situation where you have to use a sword but knowing you can wield one turns him on lol

Margaery Tyrell: In the life you'd live with Margaery it would be best to keep your talent hidden. It was scandal enough to be courting someone that wasn't a man, but if said person also brandished a sword it would be the hottest gossip of the city. So you save your skills for real emergencies and the first time Margaery sees this she is beyond confused and a little scared. In private she'll thank you for saving her and ask how you learned such a thing.

Sandor Clegane: This guy is the least phased. Like, he's definitely caught off guard by how skilled you are but not much surprises him anymore. He gives you tips every now and then but really believes in your capability. I like to think one of his favorite moments are after you both have had a good fight and you take turns taking care of each other. Wiping the wounds clean, covering them, and then taking a hot bath together ( or separate cause mans is BIG).

Sansa Stark: It kinda depends on which era of Sansa we're talking about. Like if it's younger Sansa than she's probably a little frightened of you but would be dying to hear the stories of how you came to be so good. If it was older Sansa then she's highly impressed and requests for you to be apart of her personal guard. She likely will ask for you to teach her a few things so she can defend herself as well.

Khal Drogo: Man is impressed. He values strength so seeing you with a weapon at all riles him up, but seeing you defend yourself from another Dothraki who spoke against you? He's immediately dragging your ass to bed, or he might just take you in front of everyone.

Brienne of Tarth: <3 Big heart eyes<3 Finally! Someone who can keep up with her. This woman spent her whole life being told that anyone who wasn't a man couldn't possibly wield a sword properly, and after proving that wrong herself it's refreshing to see you also beating the stereotypes. She loves to train with you and teach you things as well as learn from you. After your first real battle together she'll do her best not to hover but you can tell she's stressed out about whether you were hurt or not. Of course she knows you can take care of yourself but she loves you and can't help but worry.

Missandei: As an educated woman and former slave, Missandei never had time ( or the desire) to learn the ways of a sword. When she met you, you were training with Jorah and Grey Worm and she was impressed with how you could keep up with them. From then on, She's always enjoyed watching you train, your strength filling her with pride. She feels content knowing that you can defend yourself and her at any moment.

Podrick: Honestly, he's relieved. I mean, don't get me wrong he'll defend you without a second thought ( it's very hot) but knowing that you can handle yourself in a fight takes the pressure off of him a little. He worries for you, the world you both live in will eat and spit people out and the thought of something happening to you haunts him. He may try to give you tips ( even if you're better than him lol), so just let him help the few ways he can.

Jorah Mormont: You'd both probably meet while working for Daenerys so there's almost an expectation that you'd be good at defending yourself/her. In your first fight together you save him from a sword that nearly took his head off and after that day he begins to see you as more than just another guard.

[daenysx]

hello can i ask for another aemond hurt comfort fic (if ure still writing for him, if not thank u anyway <3) make it hurt pls thank you 😞

p.s: i absolutely sobbed reading that drabble of him getting snappy at reader bcs they wanted to go out while it's sunny + also why i went back on ur blog and coincidentally saw ur requests open lol

i don't think i'll ever stop writing for aemond, i love him too much ♡ thank you for your request, lovely, i hope you like this!

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, hurt/comfort

aemond isn't used to have someone taking care of him, not when he's like this.

his mother was doing the best she can when he was younger; holding his hand when he had an appointment with his doctor, sleeping next to him and rubbing his back when he couldn't get any rest, kissing his forehead and telling him how brave he's been. as he grew older he stopped asking for help, she had to have her own life. he did anything he can to convince her that he's fully capable of taking care of himself now. "thank you, mom, i'm fine."

alicent put her children before her every time, sacrificing her youth just to make sure they are well. aemond felt guilty when he realized how little his mother cares about her own life, only to take care of her half blind son. it pains him, still, but he's a grown man now. he'll be okay when she's out of town with her newly wedded husband.

he lies in bed for hours, waits for the pain in his eye disappear. the room is dark, it's silent in a disturbing way. aemond curses under his breath when a sudden pain flashes in his head, he might prefer dying over this.

no, he can't cry. it'll only make the pain worse. does he deserve to live his young days like that? laying in bed like a sick man, waiting for help but being too prideful to ask for it, spending hours only to be able to breathe without suffering. he's mad these days, always angry and tense. vengeful for something that happened years ago, tearing up for his wound that will never be okay.

the door creaks open slowly. you close it back to let the darkness stay still. quiet steps, almost hesitant as if he'll tell you to leave. you put on a brave face as you approach him with a cool glass of water in your hand.

"aemond?" you whisper. you can't see his face clearly, he doesn't react as you put the glass on his nightstand.

"i'm okay." he says. dishonesty drips down his voice.

"can i help you?" you whisper again. it's the first time in your new relationship that he's been so bad. you don't know what to do.

"i'm used to it." he replies. "you can leave if you have somewhere else to be, i don't think i can leave the bed for the rest of the day."

your heart breaks. does he think you'll leave him like this? he might prefer suffering silently but you won't let him. he seems like he doesn't even get the point of having a relationship. he treats you like you aren't his girlfriend, like you are just another person in the room. it makes you wanna curl up in bed and cry, you know you don't deserve this.

he's still in pain so you can't be mad at him. it'll only make things worse. "i can leave- if you want to be alone. i'd rather stay with you, though."

you can't see his face but you can feel he tries to decide. you like aemond too much and you think he likes you too. you know he does. it definitely has to do something with his past. you try to take a silent breath, completely still to not disturb him.

aemond doesn't even know what to say, he'd kill to have someone by his side. to have you. he selfishly wants to keep you even when he feels like he shouldn't. you deserve someone better. you deserve a man who doesn't have to stay in complete darkness because of his past. you are shining everywhere you go but aemond is dark, there's no spark in him. he likes you too much to let you go, his inner turmoil does him nothing good.

"stay with me." he says finally. "please."

"can i sit?"

"mm-hmm."

you sit on bed carefully. you treat him like he's someone delicate, like he deserves something good. aemond isn't sure how to deal with your kindness, he still hasn't found a way. he likes it too much, though. he likes everything about you.

you hold his hand gently. his fingers are cold, you rub his knuckles with a soft thumb. he lets out a breath he doesn't know he's been holding when you press on a tight spot, right where his thumb meets his pointer finger. it feels nice. you keep rubbing his hand until you hear a protest.

"s nice." he says quietly.

"my mom used to do this when i got headaches. i know yours is different but-"

"s really nice." he says again. "thank you."

you take his other hand, treating with same kindness. he holds a lot of tension in his body, he doesn't even know how much. a massage to his hands is a small thing to help him relax but you want him to know you're with him.

"do you want to put your head on my leg?" you ask. "maybe i can rub your temples a bit."

you are not afraid of his rejection, willing to do anything that might help him. to your surprise, he sits on bed, waits for you to get comfier. you place yourself properly, he puts his head on your leg just the way you want and you start massaging his head.

"i like your hair so much." you whisper. "so soft."

"i like yours better." he replies, whispering. "but thank you."

you press your fingers to his temples slowly, he lets out another shaky breath. "i'm not gonna hurt you, i promise. you'll feel better in a minute."

he nods slightly, feeling of your warm fingers on his skin makes him somewhat excited. he is distracted with your quiet words and kind fingers, for a moment he forgets about the dull pain in his head.

you keep rubbing his temples until your fingers go numb. you stroke his hair then, silky platinum blonde strands flow in your hands. you play with his hair, braid a little piece of it. he truly is distracted at this point, too grateful to say something.

"i think i'll fall asleep." he can say.

"that's okay." you tell him. "i'll be here when you wake up."

somehow he knows you'll be here with him until the end. he can feel how his emotions for you fill his heart and his mind until they are both full of you, only you and no one else. it's a nice feeling, having someone by his side. being someone's choice, not responsibility.

[livwritesstuff]

Hiiii

I was rereading some of your stories again. And you said prevously that all of the girls are probably in in the queer community and I just thought it'd be really fun to see what type of people would all of the girls date.

I thought of something specificly about Hazel and it'd be really funny to see her dating someone whose kind of like Eddie when he was in his 20s. Like a cool metal head who has their own band and is absolutly a menace. And when thye have like their first official dinner with Hazels' dads, Eddie would mutter something along the lines of like father like daughter to Steve.

Anyway I'd love to hear you take on this. And also thank you so much for this little universe you've built❤️❤️

LOL yeah I definitely think Hazel’s first serious partner ends up turning into a whole circus of a situation because Steve and Eddie ended up being the last to find out. There's always been an inside joke in their family about Steve and Eddie dreading the potential of their daughters dating guys, so Robbie and Moe made a whole game out of intentionally not giving them all the information about Hazel's relationship just to make them sweat.

So when Hazel announces that ‘Riley’ will be coming home with her for Thanksgiving, this conversation between Moe, Robbie, and Steve transpires:

Steve, tiredly: Can one of you just tell me if Riley is a boy or a girl?

Moe: *Wow*

Robbie: Way to perpetuate the gender binary, Pop.

Robbie: What if they aren’t a boy or a girl?

Steve, not falling for her BS for a second: I *know* they’re a boy or a girl because if they weren’t you would have immediately told me their pronouns.

Steve: You’re doing this on purpose to torture me.

For the record, Riley is a girl. Riley has box-dyed red hair and she smells like patchouli and weed and she’s got a bright blue vape pen in the side pocket of her backpack and her entire outfit is two sizes too big all the way down to her shoes.

Riley dropped out of college to try getting a tattoo apprenticeship (hasn't panned out yet but "she's got a plan").

Riley says the second she steps through the doorway, “Fuck, Haze, your house is niiiiice.”

Riley tells a story at the dinner table about how she did shrooms in the woods last weekend.

All the while, Hazel has this dumb, fond smile on her face, and Eddie is horrified, and Steve spends the whole night on the verge of tears from how hard he’s trying not to laugh.

At the end of the night, when Steve and Eddie are alone in the privacy of their bedroom, Eddie is like, “Uh, so that’s gotta end, right?”

“Why?” Steve asks.

“What do you mean why? It’s Hazel, Steve, and–”

“My love,” Steve interrupts, “Do you not see it?"

"See what?"

"She's you. Riley is you when you were that age.”

And Eddie is totally dumbstruck.

[burningcheese-merchant]

"Eyes" - BurningCheese Short Story #4

I have a bunch of asks in my inbox, and I would like to answer them... but I also want to get this short story finished and posted before my SO nags me about going to bed super late again lol.

I'll answer people's messages tomorrow! In the meantime, enjoy this short! Thanks for your patience and thanks to those who reached out! I always enjoy and appreciate people taking the time to tell me their thoughts!

'Were they always like this...?' Golden Cheese wondered. 'So bright...'

Burning Spice returned her curious stare with a smile and nothing more. He quite liked this unprompted attention, honestly. Just how long would it last, if he kept choosing not to interrupt it?

'So bold... I don't think I've ever seen anything like it...'

"Birdie~" he called to her playfully. (He couldn't help it. She looked so cute when she concentrated that he simply had to say something.)

'So red... The shade of White Lily's eyes is so much more... calm. Subdued.'

"Little bird?" His smile began to falter.

'And his pupils... Were they always like this, as well? Was he born with a beast's eyes, right from the very beginning?'

"Little thief?" His tone sounded less playful and more... confused.

'What is it... Just what do I see...'

"Golden Cheese?"

"Hm?"

Only now did she realize that Burning Spice had invaded her personal space (as he was wont to do) by leaning down and resting his forehead against hers. Perhaps that was why his eyes seemed so bright, at least in part - they were hardly an inch from her own now.

When he knew she was back in the waking world, his smile returned. "There you are," he said. "Why are you staring at me, little thief? Can I help you with something?"

"I..." She averted her gaze from him, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't mean to be so rude. I was... lost in thought."

"I could tell," he chuckled. "And where did your mind wander off to? Somewhere to do with me?"

"Nowhere important," she said, still refusing to look at him.

"Come on. Tell me. Sing for me, pretty bird." He cupped her chin. "You don't want to keep being rude, do you? Not looking at someone when they talk to you is very rude. Turn those pretty eyes back to me and speak your mind."

"Eyes..." she murmured. She did what he asked and looked at him again, her gaze once more unwavering and... curious. "That's what I was thinking about, actually."

"What do you mean?"

"Your eyes," she said. "That's where my mind wandered off to, Burning Spice. Straight into your eyes."

"Ah, I see." His lips curled into another teasing smile. "What about them? You like them?"

"They're very unique," she told him. "I know plenty of people with red eyes... including a dragon and a man made of fire... and even their eyes aren't quite like yours."

"I certainly hope not. I'd rather you stare into my eyes than theirs."

She made a face at him and gently swatted at his cheek, earning her another chuckle. "I mean it," she said. "I'm not saying this lightly. Your eyes are... one of a kind."

"Such high praise," he purred. "I think and say the same of yours, pretty bird."

"I feel... drawn to them, when I look at them," she continued, past his little attempt at flirting. "I'm not sure how else to put it. I see them and I think of..."

"Of...?" he echoed.

"...Of many things," she eventually finished. "They aren't static. They grow brighter, dimmer... I almost wonder if you change them at will."

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't." He leaned in the slightest bit closer, letting his nose brush against hers. "Regardless, what do they make you think of? What do you see? Tell me. I'm curious."

She paused, losing herself in thought for another moment. Burning Spice stayed put, patient but eager, waiting for her answer.

"I see... a star," she finally told him. "I see stars, shining brilliantly within the vastness of space. I see them glowing, twinkling, burning so bright... and I see them falling apart. Collapsing in on themselves. Dying valiantly in an all-consuming flame. These beacons of light in a deep, dark ocean, succumbing to loneliness at long last... but not with a whisper. With a bang. With aplomb. With the same brilliance they had possessed all their lives."

His smile grew. "Yeah? What else?"

"I see a great inferno," she continued. "A spark that grew out of control and into something too powerful for anyone to stop. Waves of fire crashing down, consuming everything in their path in mindless fury. Swallowing a forest whole and spitting out its ashes. Striking primal fear in the hearts of all who see it. Rampaging across the world until either someone puts an end to its reign of terror, or there is nothing left to consume, and so it consumes itself instead."

He hummed. For a moment, just a moment, his smile faltered again. He composed himself quickly - but not quickly enough for Golden Cheese not to notice.

"I see... a fire pit," she said, a bit more carefully this time. "A stove top, an oven, a nest of metal and charcoal... I see someone hard at work, their brows knit, tending to the flames as a mother tends to her child. Hammering away at a piece of unrefined steel, sprinkling salt into a pan, carefully molding a mound of clay. Perhaps only for a few hours, perhaps for days and nights. But at the end, when they're finished, I see them reach into those flames they cared for so diligently and pull out the fruits of their labor. A fine sword. A delicious meal. A beautiful vase. Something new, something great. From within this force of death and destruction still comes creation and ingenuity."

A blush began to creep across Burning Spice's face. "I..."

"Now, I don't see these things all at once, all the time," she told him. "They... change. The flames in your eyes rise and fall. They glow, they simmer, they explode. Never a dull moment, in those eyes of yours."

"Yeah?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," she echoed quietly.

"Then... if they always change..." He let his hand wander up from her chin to her cheek, his fingers ghosting over her skin. "What do they change into... when I do this?"

He kissed her. Slowly, deeply, those fiery eyes still open and gazing into her own. And she stared right back at him, shining gold gazing into smoldering embers. Red, orange, yellow, white... all the colors of summer. Heat and light and unashamed passion, boring into her soul.

When he pulled away, he let himself linger, his lips still just barely brushing against her own. She could feel his hot breath on her lips, on her skin. Still taste it in her mouth.

"And now?" he asked. "What do you see now?"

She didn't answer. She only continued staring at him in silence, lost in his warm gaze.

"Tell me, Golden Cheese," he insisted, caressing her cheek. It was a deep red and hot to the touch. "What do my eyes look like now? What do you see in them?"

"...I..."

He pressed another kiss to her lips. "Tell me," he said again. "Please. I want to know. I must know."

"I see..." She faltered again. Another moment of silence passed before she spoke again.

"I see a hearth," she murmured.

"You do?" He smiled again... with the same warmth and adoration she saw glittering in his eyes. "What about it? What kind?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She closed her eyes, staying still and silent... and then she sighed softly, shaking her head.

"Sorry," she said. "I'm sorry. I..."

"Sorry? What for?"

She was already pulling away from him. The spell had seemingly been broken; now she was tearing her eyes away from his own and casting them any which way. Anywhere but him.

"It's rude to stare at people, Burning Spice," she said.

She turned and started walking away, her head slightly bowed. He stood frozen in shock for a moment or two, before he snapped out of it and hurried after her.

"I don't care!" he told her. "Who cares about that? I don't mind if you're rude! Be as rude as you'd like!"

"Sorry," she said quickly, shaking her head again.

"Where are you going?" he asked. "Why are you leaving me? At least let me say my piece! Let me tell you what your eyes show me!"

"Maybe another time," she told him, her cheeks turning a shade darker.

"No! Now! Let me do it now!" He rushed up to her side, now keeping perfect pace with her. "Ignoring others when they talk to you is rude too, remember?! If you don't want to be rude, then stay! Stay with me! Let us tell each other more of our thoughts!"

They stayed in this loop for a little while. Golden Cheese with her arms crossed and face a deep scarlet, walking away from her own foolishness with increasing speed. Burning Spice with his pleading look, those telltale flames now crackling frantically, always hot on her heels and fighting to take back their little moment.

Until she had enough of their charade and took off into the air, with a flap of her wings so sudden and forceful that the gust of wind nearly knocked him over, and he found himself pouting after her as she flew up and away.

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A supernova. That's what that first thing Golden Cheese talks about is. She sees supernovae in Burning Spice's eyes. Haha.

Something I often like to do (or attempt to do) when I write is... try to tell people what something is without outright stating it. Describe an object without mentioning its name. Let people put those pieces together themselves. Let their minds wander. Leave a few spots on the canvas blank, so they can fill them in on their own. It's a fun little challenge. A guessing game. Keeps people reading, if only to figure out what you're referring to, before they skip to the glossary out of boredom or frustration.

Things lend themselves to a lot of fascinating imagery if and when you allow yourself to take on that sort of challenge and try to view them that way. Go look at a plant or a mug and try to tell yourself what it is without saying it's a plant or a mug. You start to train your mind the more you do it. Might help you write better. Hopefully. I hope it's working for me.

[thewalrusespublicist]

Hii! Thank you so much for making this blog and answering all these questions, helps us out a ton ❤️

I'd like to ask about your opinion on John & Yokos relationship, do you believe it was abusive or manipulative? (mostly on Yoko's part but John is absolutely not a saint and it wasn't healthy from both ways), I've also seen many people say that John's affair (and eventual relationship) w/ Yoko was some sort of coping mechanism because of his dropping mental health

What do you think?

Hi anon!

Thank you so much, that's really kind of you to say (though I know i could do a lot better with the inbox lol). Your questions though! Thorny doesen't even BEGIN to describe them! I'll answer the second question here first as that is easier to answer and answer the first question in a separate post as that requires a lot of attention and nuance.

As to if Yoko was a coping mechanism, the very short, tl:dr version is: you don't get with your stalker if you're doing well emotionally.

For the longer answer, Yoko came in during a perfect storm for John. By 1967, the Beatles had stopped touring, John was living isolated in Surrey in a dying/dead marriage, had just lost a fundamental stabilizing force in Brian and was wrestling with what happens when you've become filthy rich and ultra-famous for being a specific persona of yourself in your mid-twenties. It was the first time he'd had to actual process the whole chaos of the Beatlemania and what that meant along with the trauma that he'd been running from his entire life. It was just too much.

Adding to the compounding depression, as John told Pete Shotton, George and Paul were also establishing their own lives and had less time for him. Not good for a man with crippling abandonment issues. The psychedelics frying his brain were just the trippy sprinkles on top of the overall breakdown. John was from his POV losing everything: his motivation, his confidence, his writing ability, his core Beatle family and his sense of who he was and wanted to be. No wonder he felt so threatened by Paul who was doing 'so well', and having crises about his Beatles contribution.

The maharishi thing being a bust to him was like the final straw. He needed something, anything to be a new answer, to save him from this mental dead-end. Then in comes Yoko, the something kind of new, the something interesting with new ideas, the someone who doesn't know him for being a Beatle *cough* lie *cough* and sees something in him that could be 'more', could be greater than the sham he believes he is and what his life to be. I haatttte to say it but as harsh as it is I have to agree with John Green summation of the situation here:

"I've heard that story, but I never believed it. I know men who were cloistered monks at that time, and even they knew who the Beatles were. I think that that was just Yoko's way of telling you that she was so busy with 'real' art and 'real' culture that she never noticed your scene. I think you believed her because under all your bravado and surface confidence, you have a very poor sense of self-worth. She told you that you were unimportant and you accepted it because you secretly believed it, so much so that you gave away half your hard-earned position in pop music to someone whose major talent was giving you her undivided attention.

Dakota Days, John Green

The talent remark is not at all fair but the rest... Let's just say Yoko saw and empathised with John's vulnerability and pain, gave John the out of being Beatle John, bolstered his ego whilst undermining his overall sense of self worth and autonomy, took control when he felt out of control and seemed to offer something no one else could: endless inexhaustible love and attention. Yoko was o b s e s s e d with him, like no exaggeration actual stalker obsessed, and John was so insecure that that was the level of focus he craved. It must have felt like breathing again, to have something pull him up from 'drowning' and guide him in a new direction so that he's never alone again. Add heroin to the mix as a bonding tool and yeahhhhh....

I don't think it's entirely fair to think that John would never ever have been interested in Yoko prior to 67 (he loved art, zany ideas and there's reason to believe he was into androgynous looks ) but you can't understand JohnandYoko without understanding the preceding crisis in John's life and why he ignored all of the red flags to pursue the relationship.

As for if I believe John & Yoko's relationship to be abusive or manipulative, that's for another post that I'll link when I have it up. Edit: it's up :)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Heyyyy so I was thinking…Jealous!Poly!plastics? But not overly (unless you want lol)

Maybe Cady and Janis are not so secretly trying to steal Reader from them either romantically or platonically is up to you?🤔Or it can be something totally different lol

You have creative freedom! Thank you!!

Take You Away

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; jealous plastics, Regina & Gretchen being mean to Janis behind her back, Regina being controlling, short drabble

|| Summary; when reader tells the girls about how nice Janis and Cady are to her, they (mostly Regina) take matters into their own hands.

Requests open!

Started; october 27th

Finished; october 28th

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"Hey, Y/N!" You turned to see Cady waving at you with a smile, Janis was pretty close to her. The both of them shared a quiet glance with each other. Looking as though they had some sort of silent conversation that you couldn't figure out. You gave them a little wave back, you considered yourself friends with them but didn't know them overly well. That didn't seem to matter to Cady though. She was pretty friendly with everyone, or at least that's how you saw it. What you didn't know was that her friendliness was mostly just for you. Sure she was nice, but she was extra nice to you. Same with Janis.

Which was why your girlfriends were surprised when you'd later describe Janis as 'nice' and 'polite' to them. Regina eyed you with a 'what the actual fuck' look," we're talking about the same Janis, right? Like pyro Janis?" She stared at you with the most dumbfounded expression you'd ever seen on her.

"Um... I guess so? Janis Imi'ike?" Gretchen looked at Regina when you answered, then back to you with a frown.

"Mama.. she's not nice to anyone. Could you have like- maybe confused her for someone else?" Gretchen asked carefully, Regina nodded. Finding a rare moment where she agreed with Gretchen. She pointed to her.

"Yeah no that. Cause what?" Regina replied.

"I don't think so- short, brunette with dyed hair? Wears self love shirts and puts art on her clothing?" You described Janis. Definitely pyro Janis. They exchanged glances again. Why was Janis being nice to you? It didn't sit right with them.

"Oh I love those shirts! I wanna know where she gets them," Karen smiled, completely unaware of the tension. You looked at her and gave her a small smile before looking back to your other girlfriends. Regina was fuming. She had a pretty good guess why Cady and Janis were being so nice to you. And she didn't like it one bit.

"If they talk to you, just ignore them." She said, which completely confused you. You looked between her and Gretchen.

"Huh? Why?" You asked, Regina just rolled her eyes.

"Are you that blind?" She didn't mean to be snappy, she was just upset with Cady and Janis. And she was subconsciously putting those emotions out onto you. "They're trying to take you away from us."

"Oh.." You mumbled, knowing it was better than to argue with Regina. So you just agreed not to talk with Cady and Janis anymore. Regina then implemented a rule that one of the plastics had to be by your side at all times during school hours; classes didn't necessarily count in this cause there were a couple classes they weren't in with you. Which meant the rule mainly applied for transition times, lunch etc. You were fine with that, it gave you more time with your girls.

The following Monday, Gretchen was with you when the two of you walked to the French class you had together. Cady and Janis were both in that class and, when they saw you, they picked up their pace and started walking beside you to class.

"Sup, Y/N?" Janis smiled, ignoring the dumbfounded Gretchen. Wow, Janis was a lot nicer with you," want to hang out with Cady and I after school?"

"Uh.." You looked to Gretchen, who immediately shook her head and pulled you closer to her.

"She has plans with us." Gretchen replied, which was true. You pretty much did stuff with your girlfriends every day.

"Damn, bummer. Catch ya later then," Janis said as her and Cady entered the class, you and Gretchen followed them in.

You couldn't help feeling bad for letting Gretchen turn them down, wondering how your night could have gone if you said yes.

[sematarygirls]

Girl I really love everything you conjured up for Sonny, I ate it up big time,it feeds my delusion lol. Mine wasn't as dark or anything, just fluff but can you do like love at first sight Sonny? Like he was always buying this coffee at some foodtruck and he thought it was the usual owner but then it's you who were handling customers. Thankss

꒰ sure thing! i love writing fluff about my babygirl (also tysm!! i'm so glad you like my work; it means sm to me) ꒱

  ／ sonny carisi was a creature of habit. realistically, he knew that having a consistent routine wasn't the safest, but it was just so easy to fall into that comfort and stability of always knowing where he was going to go and what he was going to do, especially with a job as unpredictable as his.

he enjoyed the familiarity of his daily schedule—the knowing exactly how his morning would go from beginning to end. it provided some semblance of control in his otherwise hectic life.

he had done this dance half a million times over the last few months. he would stop by his favorite coffee cart on his way to work, order his usual coffee, and engage in some polite small talk with the owner as he waited. he had fallen into that habit, his autopilot driving him.

he mindlessly stepped into line, pulling out his phone and scrolling through various random apps before his phone buzzed, a text popping up at the top of his screen. he was so engrossed in his device, not paying much attention to the world around him save for moving up everytime someone stepped away from the short line on the street.

when it was finally his turn, and he looked up from his phone, brows furrowed in concentration as he pondered the text that benson had just sent him, it was like his autopilot immediately switched off. he didn't know what to do.

he stared at you, his order dying in his throat as his furrowed brows raised in surprise. he was completely caught off guard, not only by the fact that you weren't who he expected, but also the fact that you were single-handedly the most attractive person he'd ever laid eyes on.

"what can i get you?" you asked, flashing him a bright smile that seemed to knock him out of his temporary daze.

"uh, right, sorry," he said awkwardly, slightly shaking his head as if to clear his mind fog, his brain finally catching up with his mouth. "can i just get a large coffee with three creams and four sugars?"

"sure thing!" you chirped, immediately grabbing a cup and getting started on his coffee.

he cleared his throat, looking around at anything and everything that wasn't you. he stuffed his hands in his pockets, feeling a slight heat rise to his cheeks. he was acting like a teenage boy with a crush, and it made him feel utterly silly.

it wasn't surprising that the owner would have hired a new new employee to help out after so long working by himself. in fact, sonny was sure that he may have even mentioned combing through job applications a few times during their morning small talks, but it had never registered that he may have to get used to seeing a new face—and certaintly not that it would be one like yours.

"that'll be $4.57," your voice sounded, making his attention snap back to you. you were still regarding him with that same bright, genuine look that made his heart skip a beat.

"right, yeah," he said, flustered as he grabbed his wallet from his pocket. usually, he had his money at the ready. it was always $4.57, and he always paid with a five dollar bill, telling the owner to keep the change, but you had disrupted his routine, his autopilot, which threw everything he knew out the window. "uh, keep the change," he smiled, handing you the money as you handed him the coffee.

"thank you so much," you beamed, taking the five dollar bill from him. your fingers brushed his in a way that sent a jolt of electicity through him. he wondered for a moment if you felt it too before pushing those thoughts away. he was being silly. "have a fantastic day!"

"you too," he nodded at you before turning and heading down the street. he held the steaming cup in his hand, the warmth a forgotten comfort as his mind kept drifting back to you during his commute to work.

you had this energy that intoxicated him. realistically, he knew he was probably reading too much into it. you probably acted the same around all the customers, just being polite, but that irrational part of him chimed in and proposed the idea that it was all for him which had his stomach doing flips.

he finally made it to work, his mind still plagued by thoughts of you as he headed into the squad room where fin and amanda were sat at their desks. he sat at his desk, placing the, now significantly cooler, coffee cup down.

"our boy carisi's got game," fin's voice broke him from his thoughts after a beat of silence. his brows furrowed as he looked up, a confused expression on his face.

he followed his coworker's gaze to the coffee cup, and that's when he finally saw it—the words 'call me' accompanied by a little smiley face and a number written in sharpie.

[mirensiart]

Okay so I fell down your "the chain has periods" rabbit hole and I have a (definitely not projecting) question.

So the chain have been traveling for a while. I like to headcanon Wild as trans but I also LOVE your Twi/Wars/Sky headcanon. As a trans person myself if I forget to take my T for long enough I actually start to "detransition" for lack of a better word. Facial hair slows down it's growth, my voice goes more high pitch, and the damn period comes back.

Now I assume that the afab Link's have some medication on them but Wild has amnesia. They're traveling and he notices that his voice is changing (very slightly) and that alone feels uncomfortable asf (from experience I can tell you it almost feels suffocating in a way) and then one day BAM period. Wild's freaking out because he doesn't remember having periods and has never seen his brother's privates so he assumed they were all the same. Cue him trying to hide it because he's worried he's dying but Wars (or anyone else) picks up on that damn specific backpain and cramps and now I want to write this lmao.

I'm just curious how you think the chain would react. Because Wild didn't know he was "different" he'd be out here freaking tf out (hormones are a bitch afterall). Would they help get him back on track and explain? I'm just curious on your thoughts haha sorry for the rant I am definitely not projecting onto the chain0

Ooh this is good, thank you for sending this ask anon!

Ok so, firstly when you said that the afab links have a medication on them it actually made me think, what's everyone's preferred headcanon when it comes to this? Like is it a magic spell? Is it a potion? 🤔 like maybe if it's a magic spell then it has to be cast every once in a while? Or is it a one-off permanent thing? Or maybe it's different in each timeline? Like it could be an idea to explore and for the afab links to exchange experiences and bond over 👀 what do you personally prefer anon?

Anyway, back to your main question:

Ok if we go with my own headcanon that wars+twi+sky are also afab, then I can see each of them approaching the situation differently when it comes to supporting and explaining things to wild

Like I can see wars being the first one to notice and to approach things in a more no-nonsense medical manner, like "no, calm down, you're not dying, this is what's happening, this is why is happening, this is what you have to do" etc which is pretty helpful in the sense that when you're panicking having someone direct you and explaining everything to you is like a life savior

twilight is more in the line of "old granny tricks/medicine" like he doesn't know the science, but he knows what herbs help and how to wash clothes so it doesn't stain and has a lot of anecdotes and stories about it

Sky is more like a bro in the sense that he offers moral and emotional support, he'd chime in with anecdotes about how he figured out stuff and how zelda helped him out and would emulate what zelda said/did to help wild

As for the others, they would try to help wild as much as they can but like they're a lil out of the loop and I can see them not having a good time suffering through period cramps for the first time in a pain sharing au scenario lol

I can see time being the most helpful cause of his experiences with malon, and would probably chime in to corroborate or add in to twilight's homemade tricks/medicine!

[softantlers]

Why does nat see lottie when she dies? And what did lottie mean by “it’s not evil, just hungry” and “let it in” ? Is she talking about the wilderness or death?

you're enabling me, anon lol. <3 thanks for asking.

idk something i think about "the wilderness" is that it doesn't operate differently from other religions. people use faith to justify their actions, seek comfort/solace, as a means to harm others, etc...

so in a way, the wilderness is a sort of refuge for the YJs. it offers a rationale for the terrible choices they have to make because they can hide behind a mask of "the wilderness chose." throughout the show, you see pretty much every YJ lean into the wilderness for this reason at some point.

natalie certainly does when it came to javi's death. she said that verbatim. but i think what sets natalie apart from the other YJs is that she is always the skeptic. even when she says "the wilderness chose," you can tell that she never believed it. she remains the skeptic, and if she ever does acknowledge the wilderness as an entity, it's for the benefit and hope of the other girls. natalie has always struck me as an atheist on their dying bed. utterly alone in her trauma and hardship. no solace.

going back to the "it's not evil, just hungry," i think this is as much a statement about the YJs as the wilderness. they were not evil, even though they did horrific things. they were just starving kids. the duality of the wilderness is the duality of them. atrocities were committed but we understand what they went through and how it got to that point.

adult natalie has been going at it alone for decades. she's never sought the comfort of the wilderness and carried the burden on her own. she never let the wilderness in. not for real... it gets even darker when you consider the most recent episode and ben. how does someone carry all that weight with no source of comfort or support?

so i think when lottie asks her to "let it in," it's more a matter of... you deserve this. about javi. you were just hungry. about ben. you weren't evil. if you accept the wilderness, maybe you can forgive yourself. if you let it in, let in what happened and everything that drove you to what you did, maybe you could die in peace.

that's just my take anyways!

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what do u think of non dualism

non-dualism is one of those things that makes me want to bite god on the ankle. i get it. i do. the whole “no separation between subject and object” thing? “you are the world perceiving itself”? cute. love that for us. love the metaphysical bisexuality of it all. but also. can we not pretend that language didn’t just collapse in on itself like a dying star the moment we said “all is one” and tried to explain it with words. lol ok. tell that to my frontal lobe. tell that to my heartbreak. tell that to my metaphysical tax forms

yes, obviously duality is a construction, descartes was high. but also, have you ever had a UTI? felt real separate from the divine then

i just think non-dualism is like if kant took molly and wandered into a bhakti poetry night. it’s the metaphysical equivalent of someone telling you “it’s all love” while stealing your charger. it wants to dissolve you, but gently. like an antacid. like you’re just a fizzy tablet in god’s lukewarm glass of water. and tbh, i respect that

but also (and here’s the girl-coded plato's cave moment): if everything is one, why do i still want to punch my ex step dad? if i am him and he is me, does that mean he gets custody of my dreams too? because that’s not very non-dual of him. that’s theft !!!!!!!

anyway. love non-dualism in theory. in practice, it’s kind of like quantum physics explained by a guy at coachella. correct, but annoying. stunning, but unusable. it’s like trying to wear fog. or like, what did baudrillard say? “the desert of the real.” yeah. but make it vibes.

conclusion: i get it, i love it, i’m obsessed with it, i think about it constantly, and i also think it should go to jail. thank you so much for asking!!!!!

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My god give this to me!!!!

Q. Do you think they might actually go the unrequited route? I mean not permanently but do you think they might let Buck pine for a few episodes before Eddie has his realization moment?

A. I personally don't see them going this route. That doesn't mean they won't, but I just don't see the show putting the audience in the position of having to watch Buck pine for someone who isn't an option for him. The audience is pretty protective when it comes to Buck, I mean we love him most but we beg for them to drop a car on top of him, lol. The audience in general is pretty protective of him. They've watched him grow up so watching him set himself up for heartbreak is just not something I think the show will do. That route also puts Eddie in an unfair situation with the audience. Doesn't mean they won't do it. Doesn't mean they can't do it and do it really successfully. I just don't personally see it happening that way.

I still think we're going to get a fairly mutual realization, maybe not in the same episode but back to back episodes at least. I think neither one will tell the other for fear that the feelings aren't reciprocated. So I think we'll kind of get mutual pinning. I think Buck will confide in Maddie about his feelings. I'm not sure if Eddie will tell someone or if we'll just see Eddie's realization moment. I think one or both of them will have some kind of accident or incident on the job where one or both of them believe they're dying and they don't want to die without the other knowing how they feel. Oliver talking about an overnight shoot in the rain pretty much reinforces my belief in that. Rain is just such a Buddie thing on this show. And I don't see Tim being able to resist the big dramatic 'I love you ' where they're concerned. It's been 7 years in the making so I don't see it being a quiet moment. I think the show will go all in for the drama of it all. And they will get their quiet moment together after the fact.

I will say that I've seen a couple of posts and received a couple of asks urging people to remain skeptical because queerbaiting is very real and often intentionally used by shows to attract viewers. That is absolutely true but this show has never intentionally, verbally and openly queerbaited before. And Oliver doesn't talk about it a lot for fear of being accused of misleading people. Oliver would simply not do that. He's bent over backwards for 7 years to make sure he never even accidentally said something that could get him accused of doing that. I simply do not believe Tim, the show and especially Oliver would knowingly and deliberately bait like that. Ryan has been just as careful to try and avoid doing anything like that. I just don't believe that's what's happening here. For gods sake people let yourselves be excited.

Thank you Nonny! Much appreciated!

This was made and posted after the Oliver interview!

Nope, an unrequited storyline isn't going to happen. I'm even more convinced that this won't happen than Ali.

It wouldn't make sense in the grand scheme of things. We've seen that Eddie has started to look for joy, right at the moment when Buck will realise he is in love with him. For years now Eddie's relationships with women have fizzled out because he never felt that he could fully commit for some reason. Yet they keep showing us the close bond he has with his best friend.

No uhuh, Buck is going to figure it out and Eddie is going to come to some conclusions of his own while in El Paso. It will take them some time to actually act upon their feelings, because that is how these stories go. But the end-result will always be fully realised canon Buddie.

I also firmly believe that there is no queerbait going on here. They are too upfront about it.

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question as charles says in chapter 2 of yours "h but they’re constantly fucking, I swear. In his bedroom in our mother’s house, can you believe it? We share a wall. He knows that.”

and if i remember correctly they ( as in charles and max) do eventully fuck in charles mother house

Will there a: ever be a fic of that?? and b: do these guys like the chancec of being caugth? have they ever been caught by someone? like family? and what were their reaction?? did it turn one of them on that someone (Max) cant keep his mouth shut due to charles and his dick? SOrry for all the ask i am just in love with your writing and i am trying to find fics that are as good as yours(hahah lol) are when it comes to both the balance of smut and fluff and lestappen in general❤️❤️❤️❤️

Mm idk if there will be a fic..

But I think they definitely have a thing for that someone might catch them, but as for actually being caught? Ummm no...

Like I think that time they did end up doing it in Charles' mom's just started out as them both genuinely thinking it'll be fine and they won't be that loud and then Max just cannot shut up, and I mean for Charles it's hard, but he can keep quiet, but Max is just not managing to and Charles keeps teasing him about how if he can't keep quiet, someone might come to check who's dying and catch them (they wouldn't, the door is locked)

But then Max like seriously cannot keep quiet to the point that Charles actually needs to put a hand over his mouth and it's still noisy, but he keeps teasing Max about it and Max keeps being turned on about it and yes Charles absolutely loves how much Max cannot shut up, it's very good for his ego so they just kind of keep going

And then Arthur is banging very pointedly on that wall that they share

And Max absolutely murders Charles.

Arthur obviously tells everyone immediately and I think Charles thought that he doesn't really care what other people think about his sex life, but I do think he is a little weirded out by his mother knowing they had sex in her house and if it's anyone else he gets a bit possessive thinking of them thinking about Max getting fucked (which they literally never are, they think Max is the top and Charles just never corrects them)

Meanwhile Max is actually just dying the whole time avoiding any conversation about it whatsoever (contemplating strangling charles)

But I definitely think they have been caught once or twice in each other's driver rooms or by housekeeping on holiday and such or just by Daniel coming in with his spare keys unannounced shortly after Charles moves in, which never happens again because there is lots of screeching and pillow throwing involved.

But just to clarify, I honestly don't think Max is embarrassed to be caught like not being the top or anything, I think he's just very private about actual sex just over all even though he makes a lot of jokes around the topic, just never about his actual sex life which is between him, Charles, and his google search history (and maybe a doctor when charles inevitably gets his dick stuck in plaster trying to make a diy silicone replica of his dick)

(and maybe Max is also just a little possessive of who gets to see Charles naked and hot and sweaty with his hair messy from Max's fingers because that's his Charles)

But honestly I think whenever somebody is to blame for them being caught, it is in fact Charles' fault, every single time, and he apologises profusely in between Max smacking him on the head with a pillow and plies him with kinder chocolates and kebabs, offers to lose at any video game Max chooses, tickets to football games etc.

And don't be sorry!!🥰❤️❤️ Thank you so much🥹❤️