#i can't wait to see what else comes from them

[wosospacegirl]

https://x.com/barcacomio/status/1916523453164785667

omg this is soooo kika and r coded omg even during all the chaos there's only one person they want to be with

The final whistle had barely blown before the pitch dissolved into chaos.

Blue and red flags waved from the stands, players sprinted in every direction, and the small crowd roared with the kind of electricity only a Champions League semifinal win could summon.

But even in the flood of movement and noise, Y/n’s eyes searched for only one person.

Kika.

She spotted her near the sideline, propped up on crutches, her right leg still in a brace.

She was laughing–of course she was–cheeks flushed, clutching a tiny Barça flag like she hadn’t just watched the game from the bench. Like she hadn’t spent the past weeks in physio, forcing a smile through the frustration.

Y/n groaned under her breath. She could already feel her blood pressure rising.

Unbelievable.

Without thinking, she cut across the pitch, dodging teammates and cameras until she was in front of her. Arms crossed.

Frown locked in place.

“Kika,” she said, firm and unimpressed.

Kika’s head snapped up, and for a second, her entire face lit up. Like Y/n was the only person she'd been waiting to see.

“Y/n!” she chirped. “Did we just make it to the final or what?”

Y/n didn’t respond. She was already reaching out, steadying her by the elbow. “You’re not supposed to be on the pitch.”

Kika blinked. “But--”

“You promised you would rest,” Y/n continued, narrowing her eyes at the brace. “You should be sitting down.”

“I was sitting,” Kika said sweetly. “But then you guys started winning--I got excited.”

Y/n sighed and pulled her into a careful hug, muttering, “You’re the most stubborn person I have ever met.”

Behind them, chaos spun on–flags, hugs, victory cries–but for Y/n, everything else faded away. 

Kika was here. And for now, that was all she cared about.

“You’re the one that carried us today,” Kika whispered, her voice soft, nose brushing Y/n’s cheek.

“I just did my job,” Y/n muttered, cheeks pink.

“You did a very good job, then.”

Y/n was about to grumble something sarcastic when she caught the way Kika’s expression shifted. Her lips trembled slightly. The shine in her eyes wasn’t just excitement anymore.

“Hey,” Y/n said gently. “What’s wrong?”

Kika blinked quickly, trying to keep the tears at bay. “It’s nothing. I just... I didn’t think I would get to see this. Not like this.”

Y/n’s chest tightened. She pulled her in closer.

“You should be playing,” she said quietly. “I'm sorry you can't, meu bem.”

Kika shook her head. “Don’t get mad. I’m still here. I got to see the team, you--it's just a lot to take in, I'm still very proud of you guys.”

Y/n's arms never loosened. She held her like she was afraid to let Kika go.

“You don’t have to be strong right now,” Y/n said softly, then paused, realising how stiff and clinical it sounded coming out of her mouth. Her face warmed. “I mean--crying’s allowed. Like, you have full permission. From me... I mean, you can cry, and I’ll comfort you. No panic. Totally normal.”

Kika let out a wet little laugh into her shoulder, her fingers curling tighter into the fabric of Y/n’s kit. “You’re such a robot sometimes.”

“Yeah, well,” Y/n grumbled, shifting slightly to shield herself better from the press of cameras. “But I just made it to the final of the Champions League, so I think it’s ok..”

And just like that, Kika laughed again, brighter this time–but still tucked into her shoulder.

It wasn’t dramatic–it was the kind of crying that came from relief, from months of holding it all in.

“I love you,” Kika whispered.

Y/n closed her eyes, her voice barely above the noise of the crowd. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I know. Me too.”

They stood there in it, in the mess of joy and exhaustion and all the things they weren’t quite saying.

And then–

“KIKINHA!”

Y/n flinched as a familiar voice pierced the air. Her head turned slowly, almost like she already knew what was coming.

Alexia came charging toward them at full speed, eyes wide and sparkling with victory. She didn’t stop before she reached them, launching herself into a full-body hug like crutches weren’t a thing that existed.

“We did it!” Alexia shouted, practically bouncing. “I told you we would win this one for you, Kika!”

Y/n stood there, stone-faced. “Yes, of course. Ruin our moment. Thank you, Alexia.”

Alexia just grinned wider. “You’re welcome,” she said cheerfully, still latched onto both of them.

Kika laughed, still breathless, her eyes rimmed pink from crying, but so full of light. She was taking it all in.

And even Y/n, grumpy, overprotective, completely in love, couldn’t help but smile, just a little.

“This is the worst day of my life,” she muttered, hopelessly squished between a beaming Alexia and a teary, laughing Kika.

But she didn’t let go.

Not of Kika. Not for a second.

..

Sorry, this is small, I got like zero energy to write anything remotely worth reading.

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Call of duty, ghost, cute meet, fluff

Bus stop encounter with Simon

Summary:A adorable lil bird saves the day by giving him a lighter as they wait by the bus stop. Cute meet turns into cute pinning, he hopes he sees her again

WC:872

It's drizzling like always, another grey London day. He's waiting by the bus stop sign since there's already a few people crowding the bench. He goes to light a cigarette but the lighter only sputters a few sparks before it dies all together. He mumbles curses under his breath. 

She noticed the big guy instantly, it wasn't just his size that made you feel his presence, there was something else about him she just couldn't name but also couldn't ignore. 

The dying clicks of a lighter catch her attention, she finds their source is him, the big guy. One of her rules of interacting with the world is to not to, especially If they are like 3 times your size but call this a special occasion, cause she's approaching him.

She digs around in her bag, grabbing the first lighter she finds and taps the big man's forearm.

She instantly regrets her bold move to interact with others as she's faced with the hard glare looking down at her. She gulps, her palms sweating, all she can do now is get this over with quickly. She holds up her hand, displaying the lighter to him, just kinda shoving it in his direction hoping this gets her point across, while she looks anywhere but up at him. 

Lighter dieing, not getting his smoke, and crowded bus stop, this all put him in a not so great mood. So being pestered but some idiot probably asking directions was the last thing he needed. He turned to face whoever tapped him but instead of some idiot, he was faced with an adorable lil thing, offering up a lighter. He'd never seen someone decorate a disposable lighter before, wondering why you'd take the time to do that, but that only made her more fascinating. Her eclectic look, colorful hair, spiked leather jacket,diy-ed messenger bag, taking that all in, it makes sense even her lighters would be decorated.

He carefully takes the lighter  from her palm and hastily lights his cigarette, oh he needed that. He goes to hand the lighter back but she shakes her head, refusing to take it.

“ keep it I have plenty”

So he accepts and tucks it away safely in his pocket. He watches as she scooches back under the canopy. He wonders how he didn't notice her before, as if she had been invisible, because now he could never not spot her. He wonders what other trinkets and handmade charms are in her bag. Wonders if she hands out lighters to just anyone or if this was special, did she see him as special?

He takes a seat in the back of the bus, from there he can see anything that goes down. Once all settled he pulls the lighter out to take a closer look at it. It's been handprinted, bedazzled, and even a lil key chain loop added, how interesting. 

He looks up, curious to lay eyes on her again, she's already wormed her way into his mind, with such a small interaction. He sees some guys are bothering her, she looks frozen, petrified. 

He can't just sit by and watch this, silently he comes up behind the guys, reaches between them and places a hand on her shoulder. 

“ There you are, come with me”

His offer, well not an offer really, more of a command looks like her best shot out of this crap situation so she takes it. When she gets up the guys bothering her step aside, as if trying to shrink away from the big stanger. 

She steps past them out into the aisle, Simon guides her to step in front of him, using his body as a shield between her and them as they make their way to the back of the bus. 

He sits and pats the seat next to him, trying to ease the tension clearly written on her features. Poor lil bird doesn't handle stress well, he hopes he's not adding to it.  She sits, holding her bag on her lap, her fingers playing with one of the many trinkets hanging from the straps. 

“ Thank you”

“ No problem”

“ Why don't you stand up for yourself?”

“ Trying usually ends up making it worse, i don't do well with confrontation”

He gets it, the world is a whole different place for her, she can't approach it and problem solve it the way he does. She can't use size and fear to intimidate and beat up problems, just sitting through it, not getting hurt seems the best she can hope for. That realization saddens him a bit, he knows that once he's gone someone else will come along and pester her. Maybe he could give her his number, maybe some way he could be her shield again but before he even gets the chance it's her stop and he's watching her walk away. She even gives him a little wave when their eyes meet and a smile that makes his heart beat just a bit faster. 

The rest of his ride he thinks about her as his fingers trail over the lighter, he just hopes he runs into her again, maybe then he can act in time to become part of her life. 

[apollabarnes]

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine // part ten // part eleven // part twelve // part thirteen // part fourteen // part fifteen // part sixteen

getting out of his own clothes is harder because evan doesn't let go of tommy. he keeps his fingers wrapped tight around his wrist and tommy is pretty sure he'll have bruises in the shape of evan's fingerprints tomorrow. evan only moves when all tommy has left to do is get the sweater off his arm, but his free hand is already firmly on tommy's hip before he does.

tommy realizes he's humming fall out boy and stops himself. lets evan tug until he has to climb under the covers or fall over, doesn't ask if he's sure. tommy can't stand to see his expression crumple again, is scared that if he asks evan will realize he doesn't actually want tommy to stick around. more than that, he wants to stay. wants to spend his day off ferrying evan between the hospital and anywhere else he needs to go.

"tommy," evan mumbles, face mashed up against his neck.

"yeah, evan," tommy whispers, exhaling shakily. "what do you need?"

"tell me something you told athena," evan asks, breath hot against his collarbone. he hums and tommy knows he's close to falling asleep.

he picks something he won't mind repeating in the morning. evan falls asleep before tommy finishes telling him about the designated hitter rant and how pitchers should only have one job.

tommy stares at evan's ceiling and tries not to think about all the ways today could have gone worse. hen's punctured lung could have not reinflated. howie could have died before they flew the cure back. any of them could have died in the explosion. they could have run out of air. ravi could have bled into his brain when he collapsed. bobby could have— tommy presses the hand evan isn't holding onto like a lifeline against his eyes and breathes. evan could have been inside. their job is incredible and tommy loves every minute of it but every so often a call comes along that terrifies him down to his very atoms.

tommy wakes up to his phone vibrating on the bedside table. "'lo?" he keeps his voice as low as possible.

"i reached out to the 133 and harbor — we're keeping the 118 a shift staffed with our own guys until everyone is back in fighting shape."

"morning, sal."

"the one and only. sorry to call so early, i just got off shift. figured you'd be the one to pass on the good news. you at the hospital?"

"uh-uh. drove evan home."

"no shit." most people smile over the phone. sal smirks. "we're talking about that later."

"goodbye sal," tommy sighs, hanging up and checking the time. they can sleep for a bit. he texts athena, lets her know that three stations are sending over coverage until everyone is out of the hospital and approved to work again. bobby's probably trying to schedule everything from his hospital bed and driving her crazy. hopefully bobby can relax now that he knows it's been taken care of, and that should help athena resist the urge to kill him herself.

she texts back to ask if tommy's coming to the hospital.

tommy stares at the phone for a long moment, wondering if this is a trap. he's pretty sure sal doesn't have her number. finally texts her that he has a feeling evan will want to be there as soon as visiting hours start so yeah, they'll be there early. do they need tommy and evan to grab anything from their place?

there's a lull before athena replies and tommy braces himself.

may's planning to drop their bags off after breakfast. tommy wonders about their lives. he's got his own bag stashed in the front hall at home, is pretty sure most first responders do. knows evan's was in his bedroom closet at the loft. he might have moved it.

he likes the message and puts his phone back down, hoping to try and get some sleep. tommy doesn't remember falling asleep and he slept like it — he feels brittle and sore, aching down to the marrow of his bones.

athena waits long enough that tommy's nearly asleep and hoping that she missed the implications of driving in with evan before she sends a text that's just a long line of laughing emojis.

[idllytarott]

PAC: A MESSAGE FOR YOU (tarot reading).

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𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒;

Your energy is one of curiosity, wanting to learn or to look for something else than what you have at this moment, like being unsatisfied with the way your life is going right now, but you've also been very adamant on this. Your mindset is closed-off, the belief that you are not smart or wise or courageous enough to try something out of your comfort zone is exactly what is keeping you out of trying new things. But why? You have the chance to make impactful changes in your life at this moment, and find exactly what you're looking for. You are longing for more freedom, for more knowledge, to experience more things, you are bored and feel like you are stagnant at this period in your life. Like nothing is happening, you are not coming back to the past but you are not looking forward to the future, either. Now, what do the cards want to advise you? Be brave, know that because one thing doesn't work out, it doesn't mean another won't either. Your mental health is not the best right now, you feel depressed, or defeated, or victimized by others, maybe you're just sad, feel lazy, feel guilty for being lazy and that makes you sadder. It's okay, you can acknowledge these emotions, recognize why you feel the way that you feel, but you must learn from this, and move on. If you feel like these tumultuous emotions are a lot, find professional help, but don't sit and do nothing about it. You can't expect your body, your mind, to function just because, learn to take care of yourself more, not to be so hostile with yourself. And if you really want something, work for it, it will not be easy, especially if mental health and depression or anxiety or stress are involved, but you will feel a lot better doing those things regardless of your emotions, than staying home, doing nothing all day, and hating yourself for it. Or staying in a job, in a place you are unhappy with, because it has been easier to do that. You have big opportunities coming your way, so you're going to have to be and act accordingly, don't let these things pass you by, and recognize that, while feelings are important, moving on and healing is too.

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𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜;

Your energy right now is stagnant, you are waiting for things to change, but you're not moving to make these changes. I am seeing you want it to fall in your lap, for things to change without you putting in the effort, and that just isn't your life right now. If you have been feeling bored or annoyed, that has to come from within, the opportunity can present itself, but you need to get out and chase it, it's going to be better for you to look for things, to desire them and go after them, for you personality and the way you are, waiting for things to happen isn't good for your energy, since I notice you are hyperactive or your mind goes everywhere all the time, sitting down and waiting around will make it harder for you to find or to get your dreams, of you understand what I'm saying. Now, what do the cards want to advise you? Use your intuition, and your judgment more, you have a hard time trusting yourself and that's something that keeps you from accomplishing certain things. You have the tendency to be very indecisive, unconsciously even, it's something that you have to work on a lot, because being self-reliant and trusting your gut will get you to better places. Don't let anger win over your judgment, if you're indecisive over something, asking a friend for advice is good, but overall, trusting yourself is what will get you where you want to go. Maybe you're bored and boredom makes you sad and then it makes you angry, find something to occupy your mind with, if you're impatient, go out and do something!

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𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒;

Your energy is rather cheerful, you are happy or content with the place that you are right now, or you're trying to keep a positive outlook on life. I see people around you or the energy lately has been difficult, someone has high expectations on you or you have big expectations on yourself, and are trying to be positive, to not freak out, but there is something here you are not seeing, not everything can be solved by positivity, by keeping a happy face, some things are more complicated and your emotions cam be unpredictable too. Now, what do the cards want to advise you? If you are struggling, if you feel like some things are too much to deal with, if you have too many responsibilities, luck for companionship, help from others will help you understand yourself more. Be more self-aware of your own emotions, listen to your body when it wants to tell you something, if you're exhausted, don't overextend yourself, it's no use. There are lessons that you will have to learn sooner or later, be prepared for things to drastically change for you, whether you want it or not, at this time, what you can do is to focus on yourself, if you're sad, be sad, I'd you're angry, be angry, you can't always be happy or understanding of what others do to you.

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[acourtofthought]

Have you seen the latest news? SJM's message in the giant Acotar book could be a direct reference to chapter 21 Acosf. I think it's the Gwynriel book. I love Gwynriel but it also kind of makes me so sad to wait another couple of years for Lucien and Elain's situation to be concluded. They've been on the sidelines for so long. 😭😭😭I know I'm not the only one feeling down, even if I'm happy that the shipwar will come to an end and we might get a glimpse of Elucien too... but still.

The large book is Chapter 21 of ACOTAR where Feyre meets Rhys.

The quote is from Chapter 21 of ACOMAF where Feyre meets the weaver and thinks on how she's a wolf (Nesta's also called a wolf).

Chapter 21 of ACOSF is when Elain says "Why?" "Shall I tend to my little garden forever?" "You can't have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater."

And

"I am not a child to be fought over." "Find me when you wish to begin."

And

"Yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you."

Where Nesta says, "look who decided to grow claws after all, maybe you'll become interesting at last."

Chapter 21 of SF actually doesn't mention the Valkyrie at all. Chapter 56 is when Nesta turns to Chapter Twenty-One of the book Gwyn was working on.

Is that scene meaningful? Absolutely. But is it more meaningful than Elain finally standing up for herself and showing teeth and volunteering to do something dangerous? With Elain saying that she cannot be told what to do and that it's up to her whether she wants to do something greater? With her reminding them of her trauma?

So could it be hinting at a Gwynriel book? Sure! But it could EASILY also be hinting at an Elain book if we're really looking for next book clues. I have to say, Elain finally standing up for herself to be seen and heard and to do more does hold more weight for me than the Valkyrie scene considering they just made their debut, they won't be ready for battle training for years (per Casian) whereas Elain has been waiting to finally be "not boring" (according to the characters) for a long time. I just still struggle to see Gwyn getting a POV as a newly introduced character, getting to have her HEA before the last Archeron who has been with this series from the start, a character we've witnessed her trauma on page in real time (in the books), yet she gets pushed aside for someone else though both her sisters were given their healing arcs.

Now, I could absolutely be wrong because I'm not Sarah. But to me, I do think Chapter 21 in the actual book was a pretty badass scene for Elain and the "find me when you wish to begin" would lead us pretty perfectly into her book especially when you consider how Feyre said "let's help one sister before helping the other", and SF ending with Nesta placing Elain's rose on their fathers gravestone. I also think it's interesting that the Bloomsbury setup in Waterstones featured the quote from Papa A about how they needed hope or else they could not endure and Feyre (and Sarah) have mentioned how Elain had seen that cottage with hope, that hope is stronger than hate.

I also think it would be surprising, after all the comments on the next book being Az's book because he was the one in need of the main healing arc, that now the clue would suddenly be telling us it's Gwyn's book with no hint of Az whatsoever. How the clue is hinting at the Valkyries continued saga and nothing regarding Az's arc. And I think when we turned to Chapter 21 in ACOTAR and turned to Chapter 21 in ACOMAF, it would be more likely for us to turn to Chapter 21 in ACOSF rather than us having to turn to Chapter 56 just to look for the words "Chapter 21".

[differenteagletragedy]

Idk if you’re looking for any ideas and if you’re not than just disregard this lol, anyway I absolutely love your writing, I was thinking the song “it will come back” by Hozier is so soap coded, idk if you heard it but if you haven’t you should listen to it, makes me think of soap everytime, anyway you could totally do something with him and this song and I’d eat it right the fuck up 🤤

Thank you!! I am always looking for ideas, and I love getting them from songs — I haven’t heard this one, but I hope you like it!

Johnny is the life of the party. When he's on leave, when he's allowed to be relaxed, he does just that. He's never met a stranger ... but he's never had someone who really knows him, either.

The people at work know him as one thing, his family knows him as another. The girls he meets sometimes down at the pub, they know him as something else entirely. Because he can be an attractive, charming man, and he can be a good soldier, a doting son, a jerk of a little brother.

But he can't be all of it at once. And he certainly can't show anyone what lies beneath.

You, with your little claws, you scratch at it. You dig into him, pulling back the skin and muscle, rooting around in your attempts to get at his deepest self laid bare.

"Not such a good idea, hen," he tells you one night when, after he pulls out of you, you pull him in to hold him close.

It's your fifth or sixth time hooking up, a casual thing -- at least, that's what he tells himself. And each time, you take a little more of him when it's over.

"Why's that?" you ask softly, like you don't know exactly what your doing. You press his head against your chest, cradling it there, and stroke his back with delicate touches that he could so easily become addicted to if he wasn't terrified of needing something like this.

"Lots of reasons," he answers. "I snore like a bear, for one."

"And for two?"

He smiles, tilting his head to rest his chin between your breasts, looking up at you, and says, "I steal the covers."

You smile back, considering. Then you sink your teeth in.

"Why don't you ever want to stay the night? Truly."

"No one ever taught you not to feed stray cats?"

It's another deflection, one you don't even respond to -- you just keep moving your hands, soothing his already sated body until he sighs and lays his head back down on you. Your heart beats steady against his ear, and he digs his fingers into your side where he holds you.

"Why would you want me to?" he asks.

"Because I like you," you tell him, not missing a beat. "I like spending time with you. You're funny and cute and you seem a little sad, but like you don't want to show it, and I've kind of started realizing that I don't care for that."

If there's a way to answer that, Johnny has no idea what it is.

He's not even sure himself what he's sad about, or why he can't just talk to you about it all. He always puts these arbitrary little qualifiers on the time you spend together and what you are to each other. "Just having fun, lass." "Let's not get too attached, shall we?"

Maybe it has something to do with being the youngest of four -- maybe it taught him how to need less. Or perhaps it has to do with being a third-generation soldier. Maybe self-reliance has been bred into him.

Or maybe it's all bullshit. Maybe he knows exactly how much he craves this -- not just your body, but these softer moments when you hold him, when you ask him questions and then wait to hear him answer -- and he simply can't stomach it. Can't bear the thought of having it for real, all the time, only for it to be ripped away, one way or another.

Because whether it's a toy snatched away by his sisters' hands, a uniformed stranger sitting him down with a somber "son, we've got some bad news about your father," or some girl who he could see himself falling in love with telling him she just can’t handle the stress of being with someone like him, things always get ripped away from him.

He’d like it, he thinks, if he could talk about all this with you. You’re so smart and insightful, and the way you look at him sometimes makes him think you really see him. He wonders, fleetingly, if you could be one thing that he got to keep.

But he can’t talk about it, not just yet.

Maybe next time.

[blue-sadie]

Graduation

Art Teacher Billy Hargrove, Music Teacher Eddie Munson x Student Reader x Sport Teacher Steve Harrington Series Masterlist Part 4 of the Teachers Pet Series - OG @amber-michaelson Summary: finally graduating but the teachers just can't let their favourite student leave without a gift Warning: double penetration, all holes being used

Laying on Eddie's desk sipping a cheap beer "my parents are the worst they didn't even pitch to my graduation" I muttered as I turned my head to the side to see Steve and billy sitting by the board as Eddie was coming in from the hall "come on yn, we supposed to be celebrating" Eddie laughed loudly as he sat next to me "plus that means you get to hang out with the big boys" he winked

"hang out and do what though" I murmured as i moved up so i was leaning on my elbows so i could watch all of them “well we could always reward you for being our favourite student” billy said as he got up and moved to me but stood closer to my leg so he could run his hand up and down from my leg all the way to the end of my exposed thigh, i shyly widened my legs for him 

“there you go” he smirked before pulling my skirt and undies off as Eddie and Steve silently watched “take your shirt  and bra off” i only nodded in response and did as i was told discarding them on the floor i blushed as he moved around so he was standing infront of me and pulled me to him as if i weighed nothing, his hands slowly found their way to my pussy slightly teasing the lips before plunging in 

“fuck” i moaned out he was going gently he was going fast and hard i cried out throwing my head back “that's it” he growled as i started getting wet my moans and whines only making him go faster “oh fuck billy” i whined s my legs started shaking i looked at Eddie then Steve they both were looking at me with lust as they pumped their cocks 

“Keep going billy, fuck she looks hot” Steve laughed out as he cheered billy on “fuck fuck fuck” i moaned out as i cam i was to distracted to realize how close i was “that was fucking hot baby” Eddie muttered stand up as they all came to me Eddie and Steve at my side with billy still infront they all took off their clothes 

“give us a hand job as he fucks you” Steve said as he grabbed one of my hands and wrapped it around  his cock i moved my other one to eddies before looking down to billy “ready” he asked and i mumbled a yes and watched with lust as he entered me and as he started to thrust i used his rhythm to jerk off the two cocks in my hand 

“That's it baby” Eddie chuckled i stared up at them as they stared down at me with lust and hunger, billy started speeding up and so did i the room was starting to be filled with all our moans “fuck baby” Eddie muttered thrusting into my hand “gonna cum” billy grunted before pulling out and cumming on my stomach he panted and leaned down kissing me before moving to set in the corner so he could have a show while resting Eddie and Steve looked at each other before nodding

i gasped as Steve picked me up and layed me on one of the students table and positioned himself at my face and Eddie by my thighs “baby your gonna suck him off while i fuck you ok” i eagerly nodded and opened my mouth and legs for them and arched my back as both of them thrusted in at the same time they both started moving and Steve grabbed my tits groping and squeezing them 

“you feel like fucking heaven baby” Eddie groaned as their pace started to quicken, my eyes drifted over to billy and shivered as he was staring at me intently not doing anything else but staring “of fuck she clenched” Eddie yelled as he cum inside me filling me up i closed eyes and spasmed as i cam again causing Steve to shoot his load down my throat 

“Fucking hell” he growled and waited a few moments before pulling out i panted heavily and rested my head against the desk “come on yn” i quickly turned to billy “don't think we’re down yet” i gulped as their cocks got hard again ‘I'm not gonna walk tomorrow’.

[alltimecharlo]

fic request: give me self-conscious mack or give me death (please)

yes, yes, yes. with a side of reassuring bf!will for your reading pleasure <3 fic below the cut!

Mack's always known where he stands.

Will's the golden boy. Always has been, always will be. Tall and broad-shouldered, with that easy smile that gets people leaning in closer without even realizing it, the shock of blonde hair and the stupidly pretty blue eyes. It's... whatever. Mack doesn't resent him. Will can't help being Will any more than Mack can help being — well, himself.

Still, it gets a little hard to ignore sometimes.

They're at some team event, the usual sponsor thing, and there’s a line of fans gathered outside the roped-off area. Most of them are wearing jerseys, homemade signs, faces lit up with excitement.

"Oh my God, that's Will Smith!" someone squeals.

Mack watches a whole group of girls surge toward the barricade, phones out, shouting Will’s name like he’s a damn rockstar.

Will laughs, waving at them, all bashful charm, and the crowd only gets louder.

Mack lingers back, pretending to check something on his phone, pretending he doesn't hear the way most of the cheers aren't for him.

"Smitty! Smitty! Over here!"

Mack’s not mad. He’s not. It's just—

He catches a glimpse of himself in one of the shiny glass doors. Brown hair, kind of flat after a long day. Average height, average build. He looks fine. Normal. But next to Will, it's like being the background noise in someone else's song.

He’s not the guy girls chase down for autographs.

He's halfway through psyching himself out when Will appears at his side, grinning like he’s having the best day ever. "Mack! Dude, come on. They want team pics."

"Nah, you go ahead," Mack says, trying for casual.

Will frowns. "What? No, c'mere."

Mack sighs but lets Will tug him forward, into the group shots, smiling automatically. The flashbulbs are blinding, the crowd still mostly calling Will’s name.

Afterward, while the rest of the team mills around, Will leans against the wall next to Mack, close enough their shoulders brush.

"Hey," Will says, voice low.

Mack hums noncommittally, scrolling through his phone again even though he isn’t seeing any of it.

"You good?"

"I'm fine."

Will doesn't buy it. Of course he doesn't. He nudges Mack's arm, persistent. "You look like you’re two seconds away from punching me in the face."

Mack lets out a short laugh. "Not you."

Will tilts his head. "Then what?"

Mack hesitates, tongue heavy in his mouth. It's stupid. It's so stupid.

But Will just waits, patient and solid beside him.

"It's nothing," Mack mutters eventually. "Just… you know. You're… you."

Will raises an eyebrow, like go on.

Mack blows out a breath. "Everyone's here for you. Not— not that they shouldn't be. You're…"

"Hot as fuck?" Will supplies, grinning.

Mack rolls his eyes. "Shut up."

But Will’s still smiling, soft and teasing. "Mack."

Mack risks a glance at him. Will’s looking at him like he’s the only person in the world. Like none of the screaming fans or flashing cameras matter. Just him.

"You have no idea how attractive you are, do you?" Will says, almost amazed.

Mack's face goes hot instantly. "Yeah, okay."

"No, seriously." Will straightens up a little, crowding into Mack’s space. "Your stupid green eyes and your stupid scruffy hair and your stupid—" he pokes Mack in the chest, "everything."

Mack glares half-heartedly at him, but Will just laughs, delighted.

"You're—" Will shakes his head, like he can't even find the words. "I obsess over you, you dumbass."

Mack’s throat feels tight.

Will leans in, dropping his voice to a murmur. "When you walk into a room? You're all I see."

Mack swallows hard, the world tilting slightly under his feet.

Will bumps their shoulders again, easy, familiar. "So maybe they're all here screaming for me," he says, casual, "but I’m here for you."

Mack lets out a shaky laugh, ducking his head.

Will catches his chin gently, tilting Mack's face back up. "Hey."

Mack meets his eyes, blue and clear and so sure.

"You're it for me, Mack," Will says simply.

Mack’s chest aches with it, with how much he wants to believe it.

Will must see it in his face, because he leans in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Mack's mouth, quick and grounding.

Mack exhales, shaky but smiling.

"Okay," he says, voice rough.

Will beams at him. "Okay."

And when Will slings an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close as they head back toward the team, Mack lets him.

He lets himself believe it, too.

♡

[bishovapls]

Ok, is there any chance that you write a part 2 to "the pretty sounds u make"?

I mean, this is just so good that I think I can't get enough of it and if there's a part 2 with Carol inviting reader for a date right in front of Wandanat and they going absolutely feral about it would be so much fun

Thanks for writing this masterpiece!!!

Ahhhh, you’re the first person to ever request something from me!! I’m honestly so excited and grateful! 💙.

I can definitely do that for you. In fact, as soon as your request popped up last night, I dove straight into writing, but I’m only about 2k words in because, you know, adult responsibilities had to be dealt with 😩. I won’t be done today, but I wanted to give you a little teaser so you know it’s coming.

Only Wanda is there when the reader gets asked out, and the rest of the plot will explain why, but don’t worry...Natasha will be there later to make sure reader knows exactly who owns them (hope this is okay).

The smut’s not quite in yet, but here’s a sneak peek of dark Wanda after hearing Carol’s proposition.

As always, NSFW below the cut 😉

Wanda was eerily silent as the two of you cleaned up the broken coffee pot, but the sharpness of her breath was impossible to ignore. Her hands trembled ever so slightly, and it was clear she was fighting something. Some dark desire that had taken root inside her, a simmering need she was trying to control.

You glanced quickly around, relief washing over you when you saw the place was clear. No one to witness whatever was about to unfold. You moved to the door, flipping the sign to closed as if marking the boundary between the world outside and whatever was waiting for you inside.

When you returned to kneel beside Wanda, paper towels in hand, the glass was in the bin, but her eyes were still fixed on the spill of coffee. Every inch of her body was taut, coiled, like a tightly wound spring ready to snap.

You wiped up the mess, taking extra care to get every last drop, even though you knew she wasn’t paying attention to that. She was watching you, studying every movement, every shift in your posture. You hesitated for just a moment, then whispered, "Mommy?"

Your voice came out softer than you intended, trembling slightly, betraying the nervous excitement that rushed through your veins. 

You knew exactly what kind of mood she was in. This wasn’t the woman who caressed you to sleep or soothed you with gentle words. This was the side of her that demanded everything and took what was hers with a force you could never deny.

She didn’t respond right away. The silence stretched, thick and oppressive, but you could see it, the tightening of her fist, the tension in her jaw. Wanda was struggling to hold herself together, not to give in to whatever force was swirling inside her. It was both terrifying and…thrilling.

"Mommy… I’m yours. All yours," you said, a little breathless, your words coming out almost like a plea. You needed her to hear you. To feel your devotion, your submission.

She finally looked up at you, and your breath caught in your throat. Her eyes were cold, unrecognisable. There was something in them that made your pulse spike, a jolt of fear curling low in your stomach. You felt a rush of real fear, the kind that made your knees weak, and your breath shallow.

"Mommy, please… please," you whispered, your voice barely audible, a tremor in your words as your body reacted to the mix of fear and something else, the something inside you that wanted this, craved this. Loved this. 

Wanda’s voice broke the silence, low, smooth, and terrifyingly calm. "Get your things, little girl. We’re going home."

[endlessburningdarkness]

I just read leather and silk and it was really good!! Incredibly beautiful writing. I loved that Voldemort was being playful. You brought out his amusement in a light way which is so in character for him. While his amusement is always dark and sadistic, the way you wrote his moments were genuinely natural and smooth. It didn't feel like 'wannabe dark lord' or 'try hard manipulation'.

It's honestly pretty rare to see because many fics focus on his evilness and diregard his playful side. The moment I read that "ah" part, I smiled so hard because it was so fucking cute and I thought "oh, yes that is definitely Voldemort". His mocking is his deliberate and he's being silly about it. I loved it so much.

And Harry Harry Harry Harry!

He's so hot?? I'm obsessed with the way you write him! He's suffering and tired but he does his work. He's annoyed at Voldemort playing with him so he tasks him with menial work. But I can't wait see how he takes it up a notch. How intense is he truly going to be? I'm so curious to see Voldy crumble

AH! I'm so happy to hear Voldemort is in character! And thank you!!For reading, loving and sharing your thoughts about the fic. That's all a writer craves, this message put a big smile on my face. I could yap about characterisation forever...

Voldemort is difficult to write well and it's easier to making him an evil dom top daddy type who can't tolerate even a single glance wrong in his direction and does nothing that isn't pure calculation, but this often comes at the cost of his emotional intelligence, intellect and charisma/playfulness. And as you so correctly pointed out it comes across as juvenile, wanna be or tryhard. I dislike it immensely and am glad I managed to avoid that.

It's tricky to keep him suitably sadistic but not overboard... a lot of his sadistic thoughts come from him directly so to speak, I don't plan them, they arrive as I write and I am just as pleasantly surprised as you reader!

I wasn't expecting anyone to call him Voldemort cute but I'm gonna take that as a compliment. He likes to have fun, he likes to joke, he likes to play and if he can do it at the expense of someone else? even better! He isn't always super serious and it doesn't take away from his menace or danger if he plays with his food a little (or a lot!) because he is that confident he'll win in the end.

Thanks so much for giving sub Voldemort a try, I know that tag is probably putting off a whole bunch of people because it's considered ooc or impossible to write him in character as a sub, but I'm giving it a decent go and you engaging with it is making my day!

As for Harry, he is indeed suffering and he will be taking it up several notches in the upcoming chapters. My writing has been called intense many times before so I will be curious to know what you think as I (and Harry) turn up the heat. It will be slow going but very intense (I am throwing so many kinks in this thing you would not believe) as it will take a lot for Voldemort to truly submit, not to mention, the sweet and ever present danger of their identities being revealed...

Thanks so much again for sharing your thoughts, it's really motivating and I am so happy to hear you enjoyed my writing! It makes me feel all warm and gooey inside, I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the story and share your thoughts as it unfolds.

Link to Leather and Silk in case anyone else wants to read it.

[mari-love-terzomega]

Soft Terzomega cos I can

Mm-hmm. The icy wind of early spring was blowing through the window; everything was hateful today. Terzo knew that work did not tend to end, but life did. He was drowning in the dampness of the days like a river. Unfortunately for him, Terzo was a pretty good swimmer.

He lazily lifted his head from the keyboard of his sticker-stained laptop, which he should change, but had no time to do so. Omega stopped by. That's not bad. Usually he brought something tasty to eat, and at the same time he brought himself with a casual conversation. Terzo wanted to grumble, but grumbled at the sudden pain in his leg just above the knee.

"It's blown in," he grimaced.

"I told you to keep the window closed," the Omega grinned, closing the shutters tighter and handing him a lemon granola bar with a broad gesture of his long hand. Terzo loved bullshit, Omega was willing to blow all his money on it.

Emeritus grimaced, rubbed the sore spot with his skinny palm, and took the sweet treat; immediately there was a rustle of packaging and the unhappy crunch of microscopic air rice. Terzo had recently gone to the dentist where he had 3 cavities removed, but he didn't seem to care a bit for the doctor's orders. When he didn't? At age 10, when he was dragged around sterile places with snot or allergies and forbidden to eat sweet peppers? Even in those days, though, dieting wasn't very good - Terzo ate everything in sight and had once eaten a dead bee. It tasted good to him, and the Sister was astonished. Terzo then offered Copia some, but he preferred his own snot.

The lemon chemistry was pleasantly familiar to his tongue, and he groaned slightly in gratitude to his beloved and leaned back in his chair, almost falling over. Instead of work, chess was glowing on his laptop: he'd checkedmate some Filipino, as far as Omega could see from his two-metre height.

"I see the accounting reports are coming in," a clawed paw ruffled his ink-black head - oh, how it stank of ammonia and juniper, how it stank!

"Leave me alone, I dream of Excel spreadsheets at night."

"You sleep during the day."

"Leave me alone" Terzo pressed his head against the warm palm of his hand, - I have dandruff by the way, I'm waiting for congratulations.

"What's that for?" Omega furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at a few strands of black hair, which did indeed have white flecks of snow on them.

Terzo shrugged, taking a bite of the candy bar again and starting a game of chess.

"E8," the omega murmured in his ear, putting his kilometre-long arms around him, "You can eat the knight."

"Not a bad idea..." chews with ease found in the drawer century-old, perhaps, a lollipop and really puts on e8, - "Chew my back, eh?" the black claws scratch perfectly where they should and Terzo shakes almost orgasmically from pleasure.

"Mm... you damn-" Emeritus grumbles, aggressively shifting the king away from his opponent.

"He can't hear." Omega yawns, covering his mouth with a shoulder clearly not his own.

"Who cares? I'm losing."

"Because you put your pawn back, and your rook forward."

Terzo looked at the board and obeyed Omega. He's successfully eaten someone else's knight, so it's only a matter of time.

"Bleh" the pale face crinkled from the acid, "Give me another." and Omega put another slice into the newly kissed mouth before putting one for himself as well:

"Really yuck."

"Mhm," Terzo swallowed with pleasure, "Got any more?" Omega had three more tangerine. There were three, but two survived, for he sat on one, which made Terzo laugh for a long time instead of checkmating the man.

They won that game.

[snickerdoodlles]

so i was thinking about this one again, and i realized how i'd write it if i were writing it: after the Tawan situation gets fucked and Vegas has to skip town, Kim takes Macau in to keep him safe from any fallout.

in this scenario, Vegas doesn't want to leave Macau with Gun's temper but Macau is…idk, at school or something, and Vegas can't wait for him to come home before he has to leave.

he tells Macau to bunker down somewhere else, don't even come home, it's too dangerous, Vegas refuses to risk Macau being used for leverage or let Gun take out his irritation on him.

except Macau…doesn't have anywhere to go. maybe he went to the safehouse he and Vegas setup in secret except his father's men are already there. luckily, Macau saw them before they could see him, he's booking it before they could hope to notice him, fucking nope.

Macau's too scared to risk going to any of his and Vegas's other hideaways (Gun wasn't supposed to know about the first!!!), too worried for Vegas to call him while he's on the run. winds up stalling back at school because he doesn't know where else to go and needs a crowd for cover while he thinks.

the janitor finally has to kick him out when it's past dinner time and the school is well and truly closed, and Macau is terrified at this point. he doesn't know where to go, is too panicked to think of what to do next much less think of a plan, realizing he really should've just called Vegas from the start but turning in circles feeling like it's too late to call him now.

then he reaches the parking lot and there's a car waiting for him.

the fact that it's Kim waiting for him in said car is not reassuring.

he and Kim just stare each other down for a solid three minutes before Kim points expectantly and Macau spends about ten seconds debating if he should just bolt before reluctantly climbing in, mentally apologizing to Vegas the whole way.

"Tao called and said you were lingering around the school, looking worried," Kim says out of the blue.

"…okay????" Macau says, because Kim seems to think that is an explanation but he is so fucking confused.

twenty minutes later, they are at Kim's apartment and Kim is giving him a towel, a toothbrush, and a clean set of clothes and pointing him to the guest bedroom freshly setup.

fucking what

the ensuing stay is. so awkward. it is so awkward it is physically painful. neither of them know what the fuck to do around each other. Macau doesn't know that Kim tried to shoot Vegas the last time he saw him, but he did hear enough to know Kim was vaguely involved in the whole mess so like. he can guess. Kim is mostly ignoring him too. Kim spends most of his time pacing over some distraction or staring silently at a wall or avoiding Macau except when he asks what Macau wants to eat at meal times. he eventually calls Vegas to check in and absolutely bluescreens when Vegas asks where he's staying because how is he even supposed to answer that. Macau hates being cooped up and trapped in Kim's apartment, except Kim tells him he's free to come and go as he needs to because he's on the apartment registry and the building security will let him in anytime, and Macau just has to?? live with that information??? Macau spends three days sick to his stomach wondering why Kim's holding him or when his uncle might try to leverage him against his dad or Vegas, except Vegas texts at some point warning him Gun visited him on a rampage and is in spitting form, stay wherever the fuck he is because their father and uncle are starting fights over anything they can throw at each other, and Macau realizes Kim picked him up to keep him safe from everyone.

it is one of the kindest things anyone's ever done for Macau and he and Kim still can't manage to sit in the same room for more than two minutes because it is so. awkward.

📔 What fic are you currently daydreaming about?

well currently, i'm daydreaming about youtuber vegas fic because i finally straightened out some structure issues that have been blocking me, but !! i don't want to spoil that one, so instead: open door policy fic

so. i love when kim and macau think the other is the worst. macau likes to prod kim for fun. kim reacts with exactly the amount of grace one would expect (none). macau hates the main family for all the grief that's been piled onto vegas. kim wouldn't go out of his way to kill vegas, but he will shoot with zero hesitation if vegas is a threat (see: warehouse). i also headcanon kim and vegas closer in age to each other with a ~4-5 year age gap between macau and kim, so they don't really have any fuzzy childhood memories to tie them together either.

my point here: kim and macau do not like each other, and have zero reason to try to like each other.

kim also has macau whitelisted on his apartment guest list and an extra bedroom set aside Just In Case.

in this fic, ...something, idk what, happens and macau has nowhere to go and no one he can turn to. the something would probably have to be outside of their standard family drama, or at least seem that way, or... ??? idk, something that would result in macau somehow winding up in kim's apartment for safe haven and the ensuing awkwardness of neither of them having the slightest clue how to act around each other but kim is. y'know. looking out pretty hard for macau and macau isn't going to spit on that generosity. and apartments are small, they're eventually gonna have to like... talk...

idk, there's zero concrete thoughts to this scenario, i just want terrible awkward bonding between kim and macau because fuck that guy, but no one touches their family 😤

[[ ask me about fics im not writing ]]

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

Ancients & Champions by jisko2ijsko (Teen And Up, Complete)

After monsters broke free to the surface Sans thought that the humans would be the hardest to manoeuvre around. Nothing could have prepared him for what he found in a different country far from his home. He will learn more about the world, them and himself as he tries to deal with feelings and long forgotten memories. TLDR: Sans decides to travel to help Alphys and Toriel and ends up meeting more skeletons and experience many more adventures. Good thing two are really cute and the other four are actually very nice. (changed to private only because of bots scrapping stuff and just in case. sorry people. I do NOT give permission to feed my fics into anything AI or auto fanfic writer)

A very long fic that was recently completed, this is good for if you want something to binge or are looking for something to keep you occupied for a while!

The author has an unconventional take on how they have the characters from different universes interact with each other, choosing to combine them all into one universe with interconnecting backstories rather than have them hopping universes each time they need to talk with one another.

The characters lean more towards fanon characterizations by the nature of being written in such a setting, but that doesn't mean the author does a bad job. The conversations & interactions between them all are engaging & show off the relationships between everyone!

They also have the original Undertale cast as part of the story, which is rather unusual for a fic focused on characters from different universes!

Spoilers ahead!

I'm not usually interested in ErrorMare as a ship, but the author had me hooked on what was going to happen next, especially with the inclusion of Sans in the relationship! The background Stars poly is so cute as well, with Ink not realizing he's in love & the scene of Dream claiming the two with his crown!

I'm a sucker for characters that are powerful, so seeing the author have Sans be as strong as he is was a very pleasant surprise! They do it in such a way that it's not shoved in your face, instead letting it be shown or explained.

[agathabridgerton]

“I’ve always liked Lady Whistledown,” Penelope said, her chin rising until her bearing was almost regal. She looked to Cressida, and their eyes caught as she added, “And it would break my heart if it turned out to be someone like Lady Twombley.”

— Chapter 11, ROMANCING MISTER BRIDGERTON

[scoriarose]

The Language of Love

If you are already convinced snakes are incapable of love, this post is not for you. But if you are open to the possibility that maybe they do, and maybe they love us too, this post explores that thought. Perhaps snakes feel it differently, perhaps they feel it the same humans do- though even humans experience love, be it platonic or romantic, differently from individual to individual. Different people also show their love in different ways as well! Yet still even with a divide between species most of us have felt love from our furry and feathered friends. Perhaps our scaly friends are also telling us they love us, we just might not understand.

When I first got my girl Scoria, if I could tell her only one thing it would be, "I love you." When I held her, I wondered if she understood how much I cared about her, and would do anything to protect her. When I pet her, I wondered if she knew how amazing I thought she was and enjoyed spending time with her.

And then I started watching livestreams of wild snakes, and how they act toward each other. (The above still is from Project Rattle Cam!) When the babies see a trusted adult, they slither all over them! How many times had my girl happily slithered all over me going no where in particular? I imagine that my finger petting her soft as a feather was probably quite similar to another snake greeting her in such a way.

Sakura is much more shy, yet wants to form a bond with me. I see it when she fights her fear to vibe with me. Sometimes she'll sit for hours at the edge of her tank nearest me, not wanting to come out, but just be near me.

Snakes like rattlesnakes and garter snakes will vibe peacefully with each other, with baby rattlesnakes sleeping near the adult rattlesnakes they trust to keep them safe.

Perhaps, when our shy snakes sits with us, facing their fears they're saying, "I'm scared, but I want to be closer with you." And maybe when our snakes slither all over us, going nowhere in particular, like their wild counterparts do with each other they're saying, "I'm so happy to see you! You're my favorite to be with!" I wonder if they could tell us one thing it would be "I love you, best friend!" And it's okay, best friend. I love you too, and already know. <3

[white-btterfly]

Each comment you leave turns me into a puddle of happiness, I swear.

Having a friendly picnic in the park with your buddies from work? Cute. Wholesome. I love seeing Jayce and Viktor with friends, because we don’t get a whole lot of that in canon.

Indeed, it's a crime we know almost nothing about the timeskip. What I wouldn't give for a whole animated series about Jayce and Viktor Academy era.

But having a picnic and Jayce is incredibly jealous because he thinks Viktor has a crush on some new guy? Oh that’s flavor. That’s some home-cooked delicious drama I am HERE FOR.

Yes!!! Thank you!!! Sometimes I feel like I've reread my own writing so much I've become blind to how it used to make me feel. In a few years, I hope I'll be able to come back to my story with new eyes and read it like a reader, not a writer—but right now? Your comments are doing exactly that for me. I am so excited by your excitement!

Possessive!Jayce is fantastic here because he doesn’t even realize what he’s feeling, he’s just acting on pure instinct. And that instinct is “Viktor is mine.”

You are right to say he's acting on instinct, because that's literally all he's got. This strange feeling in his gut he can't even comprehend. He realizes it's there and that it makes him act slightly differently than usual, but he find plausible, convenient excuses for it. Up until all the signs pile up and point to jealousy—but at that moment the thought is so scary he shuts it down almost at once.

The banter between Viktor and Jayce—the inside jokes in this are impeccable—you can feel how well they know each other and it just FITS for them! I can hear their voices saying the dialogue like it’s from the show, it’s crazy.

I feel like I’m in a movie theater, staring at the screen and shoving popcorn in my mouth at an ever increasing rate because the plot just keeps getting more and more intense.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! 💖

Jayce shuts those gay thoughts down so fast. Little does he know that they’re intrusive as fuck and will never be stifled as long as Viktor exists.

He will be plagued by them for the rest of his days.

Lowkey, I can’t wait to see what everyone’s Progress Day inventions are. What did Sky make? She’s so cute, keeping it a secret.

I have a feeling you're going to like that one.

While in the throes of jealously, Jayce has the willpower to still be a wingman for Viktor, assuming that he’s crushing on Dimitri. I was so surprised to see that situation flipped on its head, with Viktor straight up turning Dimitri down and choosing to keep his plans with Jayce instead. Usually, an author would go for easy tension by having Viktor take the bait, but it would rely on miscommunication that I don’t think would work as well here. Jayce and Viktor work through problems together and often clarify the meaning of their theories during conversation.

Oh, I admit I was surprised by your surprise. The thought of having Viktor accepting Dimitri's offer never crossed my mind. Not only would it feel like a betrayal against Jayce of some sort (it is their project, no one else's), but Viktor is sick and dying, and he would never waste how little time he has left with someone he doesn't remotely care about. I kind of imagine Viktor like a cat? Like, he only does what he wants. Jayce can insist and try to push him in someone else's arms, but Viktor will always come back to Jayce and sit on his lap (metaphorically speaking 😹). There will be tension between them down the line, but without involving a third party. They would rather be together than with someone else.

I like that the crux of their emotional conflict here is based on each character’s internal conflict, not necessarily an external one between them. They are best friends, and it shows! And that’s why loving your best friend can be terrifying! They are already so in tune, what if new feelings ruin everything?

Perfect description of their emotional conflict. On one end, we have Viktor, who has been in love with Jayce for a long time, who is aware of his feelings, and who thinks confessing them will cost him Jayce's friendship (as well as his life). On the other end, we have Jayce, whose feelings he's starting to gain awareness of, and who will try to stifle them out of guilt (how dare he fall in love with his best friend?) and out of fear of losing Viktor's friendship.

Alternate title for this chapter: Viktor Can Get It. Everyone wants to spend time with him, damn. Too bad he’s busy hacking up flower petals and relentlessly pining for Jayce to notice how desirable he is to others.

I laughed at that one! Viktor is literally the trope of the girl in young adult books who doesn't realize how desirable she is to others. And the fact that he doesn't even realize it makes him even more desirable. And Jayce... He realizes how desirable Viktor is to others, which drives him mad, but he has yet to realize how desirable Viktor is to him...

Jayce reiterates that Sky has a crush and wants quality alone time, drinking coffee and bonding over science. “That’s what we do, you and I, all the time,” Viktor says to refute Jayce’s point and basically solves the entire plot of this story. The way I wanted to scream when I read this line.

What do you mean? It's totally normal to have daily dating activities with your best friend, all day, every day. (Oh boy, aren't they frustrating sometimes?!)

As much as I enjoyed seeing the bigger cast of characters at the beginning, the tonal shift to a more intimate conversation in the second half of the chapter is really where the storytelling shines. You can tell that they’re scientists even though they’re not in the lab and it’s not about engineering a new tool or giant teleportation gates. The intricate weave of emotional confessions along with hypothesis-driven data collection toward Viktor’s hanahaki disease (I can’t believe I just wrote that wtf) turns this scene into such an immersive experience.

Thank you! I know I wanted Jayce to be able to ask Viktor extremely personal questions, for Science™ of course. It was both a way to set up how Jayce and Viktor were going to deal with Hanahaki for the rest of the story, and a way for Jayce to be able to surrend to his overwhelming curiosity without wondering why he feels said curiosity. It was the perfect excuse.

The way I knew Viktor was going to say he fell in love four years prior. And that I knew Jayce would be an idiot and not realize a damn thing. Did he fall in love when they first made hextech work? I wouldn’t blame him if he had.

You will gain some insight as to how Viktor fell in love in the next chapter. There is also another chapter, later in the story, that describes the exact moment he fell for Jayce, and that chapter is actually one of my favorites.

The whole realization that Viktor stood there, pining for Jayce as he danced with people all night after the competition. So jealous, thinking Jayce was having the time of his life and would never choose to dance with him. And to find that Jayce actually is just great at masking his discomfort and was super bored. God, I’m dying. Viktor gained a couple days worth of life as he found that out, I guarantee it. His lungs filled with fresh air for the first time in months, because well, he was wrong. Jayce doesn’t love dancing and would have rather been in the lab with Viktor.

Indeed, Viktor did feel better about the whole thing after that. He's still convinced he doesn't have any chance with Jayce, but learning Jayce would have rather stayed with him all night still made him feel so much better. It's the same feeling when you believe the person you love likes someone else, but then you realize they just don't. You know they don't like you, but thankfully they don't like anyone else, and you can't help but feel glad about it. As long as Jayce doesn't like anyone, the status quo is maintained.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write your thoughts and feelings about my story. I adore all your comments, and I love dissecting my writing and speak about jayvik with you. ❤️

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