#i think i might be able to post this one soon?? no promises but hello this might be the first thing i've finished in literally years!!

[louis-ii-reyes-strand]

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So, with the unusually mild weather and the non-stop nature of his recent schedule, Carlos was ready to dig out the original cookbook from his abuela and take a first stab at the stifado recipe– a greek stew with rich flavours that were sure to revitalise his energy levels. 

The box of cookbooks had been sat atop the breakfast bar since he had set up the small shelving unit he put together to hold them. Since he needed to check the ingredients list before he left, he told himself it made the most sense to finally put all of them away rather than dig through the box and leave it to continue to be an eyesore on his counter. But the more books he pulled out of the box, the larger his sense of horror grew. The bottom of the empty box stared back at him, almost gloating. He went through the books again, taking care to read each title deliberately, and when Simple Cooking: Global Cuisine still wasn’t to be found he went back to the box to check that he hadn’t somehow missed it. 

When it was nothing but an empty box, he scrabbled for his phone and quickly navigated to his recent calls page, silently begging every deity he could think of that Michelle would answer the call even though he knew she was in the middle of a shift. 

“Was Simple Cooking in the books you packed up last week?” He asked, not giving her time to berate him. 

“You moved two weeks ago and I’m in the middle–” 

“Please, Michelle.”

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[slushycoookie]

Kinktober Day 17 ~ Wet Dream

Logan Howlett x AFAB! Reader

Summary: Logan gets some explicit dreams about you, the neighbor next door

A/N: Hope everyone's doing okay! I kinda like the timeline of these posts, I might do it like this for the rest of the month.

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Logan Howlett was a man used to nightmares. Always waking up in a sweat, not being able to sleep for the rest of the night. The dreams varied on him killing someone he loved and all of the trials he faced during his 200 years of life. The Weapon X experiment. When he lost Jean. Everything.

Until recently, he met you, the cute neighbor next door.

You just moved in a month ago across the hall. The first time he met you, you asked for a few eggs for a cake you were making. All in your pjs, baggy shirt, sweatpants, and teddy bear slippers. No clear indication of being attractive at all. Yet, there was something about you.

Logan chopped it up as needing to get out for more fresh air. And he did get it. But that didn't stop his mind from thinking about you. How nice you were, dealing with Wade's shenanigans, promising to keep an eye on Althea and Dogpool when they went on missions.

Every single minute spent on you, how you would feel under his arms, taste against his tongue, smell along his nostrils. He wanted all of you, but he didn’t want to make that step. He was just figuring out how to be an honorable version of himself again. Bringing you into the picture was too soon.

So his dreams helped him out—goodbye nightmares and hello erotic dreams of situations that weren't going to happen.

They always started as if he was in a porno.

You coming over to say, “Can I borrow some more eggs?”

And he’d say, “I have some eggs you can borrow.”

That led to you making out with him in his bedroom, taking in how much you tasted. Logan can't wait to peel off those baggy clothes and feel your bare skin. He doesn't set unrealistic expectations in his mind about your appearance. He knows you're sexy as hell and thought about you in that way ever since.

He always takes you to his bed so he can fuck you properly. Not before deciding to draw attention to your breasts. Those voluptuous mounds of yours that he licks and sucks. Circling his tongue around your nipple as he flicks the other one. Logan’s dream you sounds better than any other song he's heard on the radio. He doesn't want you to remain silent while he divulges into your body.

Logan nips at your skin, kissing your navel before reaching below. He avoids your sex entirely to run his lips along your thighs. He makes a few marks on the inner thigh, grunting at your soft noises.

Sometimes, his dreams go two different ways. He's eating you out, desperate to know what you taste like against his tongue. He's submerged in you, closing his eyes and groaning into that soaked cunt of yours. Your hands dive into his hair, pulling him closer to you if possible. Whining for him to not stop, to keep going.

Logan's fingers push into you as he’s devouring you. Feeling those wet walls stretch out from his large digits. Preparing you for his thick cock to replace them. You whine to tell him you're so close, and he's always a gentleman. He makes you cum while licking your clit. Your thighs squeeze around his head as you cry out for him. You sound so good that cum starts leaking from his tip, desperate to be inside you.

There are other times when Logan gets impatient, and he enters you immediately. Not wanting to waste a second in having your cunt around him. And he fits you so perfectly. Logan holding back everything he can to not cum right then and there.

“You were made for me, princess.” He says with a gruff tone before beginning his thrusts.

A lot of times Logan makes love to you on your back. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he's showing you how much he's wanted to do this to you. Your nails dig into his skin, but he likes that. It spurs him on even more, his thrusts picking up more speed.

If he wants to experiment more, your legs are over your head, not giving you much room to move as his hips snap against yours. Or you're riding him and he's entranced at the way you fuck yourself on his dick. All sloppy and desperate. Aching to make yourself cum for him.

But his dreams always ended the same way. With his seed inside you, leaking from your cunt. You're in complete bliss when you cuddle beside him, caressing the hairs on his chest.

Then he wakes up. Still covered in sweat and his boxers stained with cum. Like a damn teenager.

Logan knows it's embarrassing, but he's not ready to ask you out yet. He's okay with pining over you from afar.

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[cyberkinks]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄 ︙ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔 {KINKMAS}・♡

⤷︎︎ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬, wom!reader, fiancé!mingyu. surprises, him being the kind man he is, him meeting your family and friends, you two being lovebirds throughout this, kissing, sexual interactions, multiple sex scenes, your mom scolding you. ✨

⤷︎︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, use of foul language, use of pet names (maybe), misspellings (maybe. english isn’t my first language). 🎄

⤷︎︎ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞, smut, fluff, CEO au. ⛄️

⤷︎︎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲, christmas. a wonderful time of the year that you share with your precious family and in this case, your fiancé. you honestly felt as if mingyu forgot about the week you two were supposed to visit your family in LA but little did you know. ❄️

⤷︎︎ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫!, this is for entertainment purposes only! 🌨️

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ❛Hello, loves. I know it's been a while but I'm back with a longer imagine this time. hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it for all of you. I still have more things in the works so look out for it! love you all, merry chrismas (if u celebrate), and happy new year! muwah! (I'll try to post for new years as well!) ♡ ❜ ☃️

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: no, unedited.

It was kinda expected and you were torn apart but you kept a smile on your face around your family since you didn’t want them to know.

mingyu promised to come with you to LA to visit your parents since he’s never met them and as always, his schedule said otherwise and he was 'disappointed' also. you had left days before chrismas since it was gonna be a long flight plus you needed to help out your mom.

you looked around as your family mingled and talked amongst each other but you kept your life private which means it would’ve been an even bigger surprise since they didn’t even know you’d thought about dating. you were the most career focused person they knew.

you sat there trying to maintain a happy face but it eventually failed and your face turned sad at the thought of Mmngyu not being able to come.

your mom noticed and came over and sat down by you. “everything alright?” she asked with a look of concern and you nodded immediately, covering up your true feelings. “yeah, I’m fine.” you reassured her and flashed her a small smile.

she looks at you and chuckles. “y/n, I can tell when you’re not fine.” caught. she caught you in your “I’m okay” act and you sigh deeply. “it’s just….someone was supposed to come but…” you didn’t know how to finish off your sentence without ruining the surprise. “the person couldn’t make it.” you look down at your coffee mug before taking a sip.

“and why not?” she asks “they’re just…busy busy.” you replied trying your best not to spoil anything. “I see and this person is making you this upset? must be important.” you raise an eyebrow at her words, wondering if she knew already.

she winks at you before walking off and you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts and have a good time but it was hard with mingyu being on your mind so you pick up your phone from the table and sent him a quick “I miss you” message then sat your phone face down back on the table.

soon, the doorbell rings throughout the house and you look over and see your mom going to answer it. you think nothing of who it might be until you hear that familiar voice and you stand up and walk into the living room from the dining room only to see mingyu standing there with his bags in his hands. “Sorry I’m late.” he says softly before kissing your forehead as you stand there in shock “the traffic was terrible” he continued. “I thought you said you were handing things today.” I ask him with a confusing frown.

he smiles down at you. “I wanted to surprise you, love. I took a few days off.” a smile appears on your face and you lean in and kissed his lips softly. “this is one hell of a surprise.” you say with a smile before looking back and seeing most of your family standing there. “oh sorry, uh mingyu this is my mom, (F/N). mom, this is my fiancé, mingyu” you stand aside watching as they greet each other.

soon after, you introduce him to your dad, (F/N) then the rest of your family as you hold onto his arm.

After introducing him, you two sat down on the sofa looking around. you look over at him. “I honestly thought you forgot.” you spoke softly and he chuckled softly at your words. “I know but I would never, i know how important this was for you.” said mingyu with a soft smile across his lips and you smiled back before pecking his lips “well, I’m glad.” you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and he kisses your temple.

you couldn’t have been more happier in this moment. surrounded by your fiancé, friends, and family. being together with him on your favorite holiday was all you needed for christmas.

・ ・ ・ 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, it was now 11 PM and everyone went to bed early and it was just you and mingyu awake in the guest bedroom.

you were relaxed and laid back against the headboard, watching TV in your nightgown, rubbing your legs against the silk sheets trying to get comfortable as you waited for mingyu to finish up showering.

you couldn’t sleep without him being next to you. you were slightly clingy.

when you hear the water turning off, a smile forms on your lips but what happens next is something you didn’t expect. you looked up and saw him with a towel around his waist as water dripped down from his body and his hair, running down his abs and his neck.

you closed your legs at the sight before looking away not being able to handle the view and a light laugh came from his lips. “can’t handle what you see?” he says in a low whisper and you chuckle before looking back over at him. “of course I can, I just…it’s different.” you clear your throat before facing the tv again, trying to get your mind off what your eyes just saw.

“different? how so, love?” mingy says in a seductive tone before drying the water from his body and you take a deep breath. “I’m not sure what I meant by that either.” you say pulling the covers down a little, trying to show him what you were wearing and he raises an eyebrow. “now? In your parent's house?” he says as he climbs onto the bed, hovering over you. “such a bad girl, aren’t you?” he moves closer, positioning himself between your legs.

you bite your lips at his words before nodding as your hands rest on his shoulders now, feeling his cock resting against your thigh as he leans in closer, moving his head down to your neck and placing soft kisses and leaving love marks behind. “wanting me to fuck you right now..” he whispers against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

your body was heating up at this point. your underwear were now soaked in your own juices. his hands grabs onto your hips, pulling you closer towards his own body.

“please, mingyu.” you breathe out, rubbing on his shoulders and biting down on your bottom lip after.

“please what, sweetheart?” his lips trails down to your collarbone, kissing on it softly while his hands slide up your gown tugging at the hem of your underwear.

you felt as if you were slowly losing control at the way he was teasing you. his thumbs trace circles on your hips, trying to contain himself since there were other people here.

“Mmmph, i need you.” a soft whine escapes your lips. a soft smirk appeared across his lips. “do you now?” he said in a low and husky manner before moving back and slowly pulling your underwear off. he smiled at how wet you already were for him and threw your underwear on the floor.

with his two fingers, he spreads your wetness around your clit then carefully dips his fingers inside of you making a sharp gasp leave your lips.

mingyu slowly thrusts them into you, prepping you for him as he bites down on his bottom lip. he loved listening to the sounds you made and knowing it was him that could only make you feel this way excited him more. he watch as you squirm underneath him “b-babe.” you moan softly, wanting to squeeze your thighs together but he stops you before leaning down between your legs and wraps his lips around your clit sucking on it gently and you quickly cover your mouth to prevent yourself from waking everyone up.

you look down watching as he pleasures you. he grabs ahold of your thighs, pulling you closer. he begins to devour you as if it were his last meal.

he moans softly against your folds, diving deeper as he continues to hold you in place. his tongue laps at your clit over and over again. he loved the way you taste on his tongue. you tried your best to suppress your moans, trying your best to keep quiet but he was visibly making that hard.

your thighs begin to shake while your hole starts to pulse. you felt your orgasm approaching just by him using his tongue. you were almost there but he quickly moved his mouth from your folds.

his chin and lips were covered in your juices. he licked it all off his lips before leaning down to kiss yours softly, letting you taste yourself as he lines himself up with your aching hole. “ready, my love?” he whispers against your lips and you nod quickly, your eyes were full of lust along with his.

he carefully slid himself inside of you, grunting instantly at how wet you were meanwhile you covered your mouth once again, trying your best not to moan loudly as he stretched you out.

“Oh god..” You gasp, gripping his shoulders for dear life. “I could cum like this..” he groans pushing his cock further into you, filling you up to the brim.

his forehead rests against yours as he slowly thrusts into you, letting you get used to his size while waiting for your cue.

after a few more slow thrusts, you nod for him to speed up his pace and he does at that moment. he grabs your legs, pinning them down on both sides of your torso.

your head went back, moaning softly into the air as you grabbed onto his shoulders tightly. “m-mingyu!” a whimper left your lips.

“you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.” he moans, leaning in closer. the bed creaks at how fast he is going as the headboard thuds against the wall.

you knew by now that your parents knew what was going on since the guest room was next to theirs and you cursed inside your head knowing your mom was going to scold you about it today. you began to scratch at his back, moaning a little louder and he shushed you with his lips, grunting into the kiss as his pace quickened.

"you're so fucking deep!" you mewl, looking down and watching as he pumps into you with sharp and quick thrusts.

his hands grab onto your hips tighter. "(Y/N).." he grunts, throwing his head back this time. you could feel your orgasm building up and the pressure was becoming too much and it wasn't long until it finally broke loose and flooded all over his cock. you gripped onto his back tightly as your orgasms hit you like a freight train. your walls tightened up squeezing him tighter.

“fuck, (Y/N)…” he muttered through the kiss, releasing his thick ropes of cum into you and you panted heavily as he let go of your legs.

once your breathing settles down he kisses your sweaty forehead softly, his heart beating out of his chest as he holds you close. “I love you so much." he whispers “I love you, too, mingyu.” you smile, holding him tightly. after everything was settled, you both lay down in silence, listening to each other's heartbeat.

"my moms gonna absolutely scold me." you mumble softly before drifting off to sleep and he chuckles at your words before kissing your forehead one last time before falling asleep as well.

・ ・ ・ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, you wake up in Mingyu’s arms, laying on top of him and cuddling closer to him. his arm wrapped around your stomach and you snuggle into him, your face nuzzling against his bare chest and you hum softly under your breath. “good morning.” he says in his raspy morning voice before kissing the top of your head causing you to giggle quietly. you lift your head slightly, staring into his dark brown eyes. you watch as they scan over you and your face immediately heats up. “morning.” you say smiling widely at him before giving him a soft kiss.

"Enjoyed last night?" he smirks, caressing your cheek as he gazes into your eyes and you nod "I always enjoy anything with you." you tug down on your bottom lip, pulling him closer. "I'm glad." he hums, climbing on top of you and kissing your lips softly. his lips move down to your neck, leaving soft kisses behind. "Mm, mingyu we can't. I have to help my mom prepare and the kiddos are opening their presents now." you hum, wanting him to continue despite that. “even though we’re missing it.”

"We'll be quick.." He says rubbing his now hard-on against you and you chuckle. "promise?" you open your legs a little wider, letting him between them. he nods before kissing your neck again, running his hand up and down your inner thigh, making you bite your lower lip and arch your back. he pulls away, lifting himself a bit before he slips his cock inside of you and you gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist as your back arches upward.

He moves his hips slowly as he looks into your eyes, watching your facial expressions before burying his head into your neck, nibbling on your earlobe while pumping his hips harder and faster, his teeth scraping lightly. you start moaning softly again which causes him to grow even harder at seeing your reactions. “fuck..” he groaned, grabbing ahold of your hips and slamming himself into you. “yes…” you whisper into his ear, gripping his shoulders tightly. he lets out a guttural growl, his hips pounding against yours with every movement of his body and soon you start feeling waves of pleasure washing over you, your moans getting louder and he quickly kisses your lips to shush you.

He picks up the pace once more and you clutch on his shoulders, your nails digging in, as he comes into you hard. you both collapse back onto his bed, exhausted from the intense sex. Mingyu rolls over on his side, hugging you close to him while you wrap your arm around his waist. "Nothing like morning sex, huh?" I mumble as I snuggle closer. he chuckled and kisses the top of your head before replying "not at all."

Mingyu pecks your lips before removing himself from the bed. he walked into the bedroom and grabbed a clean rag and wets it up. after he squeezed the unneeded water out of it, he walked back into the bedroom and saw that you were trying to sleep and he quickly woke you up. “no no, we have things to do.” he says as he pulls you towards the edge of the bed and cleaned you up.

After you two were all ready and fully showered and cleaned, you walked down the steps and your mom instantly looked at you two. you gave mingyu a kiss on the cheek before walking into the kitchen and you looked up at your mom who was preparing the food alongside my dad. I raise an eyebrow “what is is it, mom?” I ask her with a confusing frown.

she chuckles. “you know, I couldn’t keep my hands off your dad either but… there are children here.” she says quietly and you gulp. “first of all, ew I don’t think I needed to know that and I know, we were just caught in the moment and it’s been days since I’ve seen him since I was here half of week but I do apologize.”

“Thank you, now I need help with this.” Your mom says and you grab the cake and carefully carrys it into the dining room and places it down on the table with everything else.

After everything was prepared and ready, you all began to eat after a prayer. you sat down beside mingyu and instantly smiled at him.

“My mom scolded me as I told you.” he chuckled at your words “I know, she scolded me too, didn’t expect it if I'm being honest.” you giggle at his words before starting to eat your food little by little as your family talked in the background.

I took a deep breath. “this is the best christmas ever, mostly because i have everyone to share it with.” you smile softly at him. “I’m glad, because…this is my favorite christmas ever.” he said looking over at you and you smiled. “I love you.”

“i love you too.”

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[kimmiessimmies]

On the story and other things

Hello to all who read this. I received a very sweet message from someone saying she misses my story ❤️. You know who you are, and I thank you for your message. I promise to reply to it personally, too. Though she might be the only one who feels this way, just in case more people have noticed it's been a while since I last posted a story update, I thought I share a bit about what's going on there. First of all, I haven't been able to write as much as I have done before. Because of my children, my mental struggles and, well, life, I can't always find the drive or inspiration to work on the story. But that doesn't mean I have abandoned it. Quite the contrary, actually. We're getting to quite a pivotal point in the story, a part I've been wanting to share for a very long time. And while that should, in theory, make it easy to write, in fact, it makes it more difficult. This part of the story has been circling my mind for so long, playing in my head like a movie, that finding the right words and creating the completely right images is especially difficult.

That said, another reason it's taking so long this time is -spoiler alert-that I'm working on something of a "double bill", so to speak. When I post again, I plan to post two chapters, following each other quite quickly.

The first is called Unexpected. This one is actually done. It's written, shot, and completely put together. If I wanted to, I could post it tomorrow. But I won't. The main reason is that it ends with such a cliffhanger that I felt I could then leave you waiting for a little while, but not for another month. ;) So, I also started writing the next chapter, Catharsis. But that is a BIG ONE. For this one, I need that house I showed a few weeks ago, and building it obviously also took some time. 'Catharsis' is still in the "being written" stage, but I'm slowly getting to the end of that part of the process. Then, I will still need to shoot it. I'm not entirely sure yet how fast or slow that will be.

However, I think I can realistically promise there will be a story update from me before November is over. ;) And to everyone whose stories I always follow and who may not have seen any love or comment from me in a while, or a little bit but not the way I used to respond, please know that it's not you; it's definitely me. I've been a bit Tumblr-overwhelmed. But I do think of you and your stories, and I really do hope to find the headspace to sit down and read up on all I'm missing out on soon.

For now, have one little preview picture for 'Unexpected' and feel free to decide for yourself what could be happening here. :)

Thank you for reading yet another Kimmi-essay! :)

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

IT'S NEVER OVER - PROLOGUE (sept. 2005)

summary: if anyone asked sid, he wouldn't say that he liked pittsburgh more after meeting nat. no, that would be absurd.

warnings: short and sweet! (none)

a/n: hi, hello! am i posting this without having finished it? yes. i don't know how long it's going to be but i'm slowly chipping away at it and i'm pretty excited about it. it might even be my favourite series thing i've done so far, and weirdly my first one? i've had the entire thing outlined for months but i've been too busy to even think about posting it, so...here you go! i can't promise posts for this will be regular because the chapters are so long, but i'll try my best to keep you posted! hope you enjoy (a series mastrlist will be out soon too so you can get the gist of where i'm at in the entire process) xo

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(It started with music, but Nat didn’t know that.) 

It was a total accident, a random encounter that Sidney couldn’t possibly have predicted – one that, without exaggerating, changed his life to an extent. On a whim, he’d decided to go into that coffee shop he’d walked past everyday for the past three weeks, and it was also on a whim he actually made it to the counter to order an uncharacteristic coffee – he was newly eighteen, being pulled in all sorts of sports-diet directions, the confinement of which kind of irked him, so to him, buying that coffee was a subtle rebellion.

It was also a complete accident that he’d wandered off to the right after taking his coffee from the counter, instead of left, or forwards, or even backwards.

Sidney wasn’t one to believe in fate or destiny: he believed those terms were too magical – they alluded to some other worldly forces coming into play, and he liked to stick to facts. Coincidences. Accidents. Nevertheless, he did find it almost inexplicable, the way that his life hurtled into a completely different route after a mere forty minutes inside a coffee shop that he’d just spontaneously decided to make a trip of. He couldn’t quite get his head around it all.

To him, it was a coincidence that he’d walked past her table. A coincidence that she happened to be blaring the only song he’d been able to listen to for the last four days. He’d barely made it three steps past her before he froze. 

She was wearing those over-the-ear headphones, the ones with orange sponges from the 80s, plugged into the iPod that had come out a few years back. He recognised it because everyone that had one in his high school before he left never shut up about it. Sidney admittedly did own one at the time, but he never really felt the need to show it off  – it was much easier than lugging around a cassette or CD player with songs burnt in.

The song still had him halting in his tracks and turning around, his body much further ahead than his brain because he had to steady his mug of coffee; his sharp actions had the liquid almost sloshing over the edge, but he managed to catch it just in time.

He wouldn’t have done either of those things: stop and turn, if it had been any other song he’d heard. He was just so taken aback by it – the exact, precise song. 

The girl at the table didn’t pay him a single dime of attention when he froze, despite the fact that his hip was practically nudging her table. She wasn’t even looking in his direction, her eyes gazing out of the window on her right, skipping over empty faces as people walked past. It was clear she was supposed to be doing work of some sorts: there were textbooks, novels, and flashcards scattered across the entire table, a pencil case half emptied with pens strewn all over. She had a pen clutched in the fist she was resting her chin on, not caring for the study cards at all – entirely enamoured by the view. 

Sidney followed her eyes. There wasn’t much to look at, just a street, and her chair was directly facing the side of a retail store, clothes and mannequins displayed in the window. 

In hindsight, Sidney didn’t really know what compelled him to do what he did next.

He couldn’t tell if she was bored and just looking out, not paying attention to the music flowing into her ears, or if she was just so absorbed in what she was hearing that she couldn’t physically bring herself to think about her work – that she’d tuned out the outside world entirely.

What caught his attention the most was the crease between her brows. It drew him to look straight at her; an alluring combination of chestnut hair and pale eyes – though not too pale that they made him uneasy. She was also probably the only person in the establishment that was around his age.

She had impeccable music taste, if he did say so himself.

Yet, he couldn’t shake the inkling that this girl was wholly feeling the brilliance and soul-crushing heartache of Jeff Buckley’s genius – and he found himself hoping she was.

That was why he cleared his throat and took a small step to the other side of the table. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, noting that the cafe was pretty busy, so he knew he could at least try to get away with what he was about to do.

He made sure to tilt his head up, because the hat covering his face would be nothing short of slightly suspicious in a public setting, and it wasn’t until he purposefully knocked into the chair that she flicked her eyes to look at him.

He held his breath, a moment when all they did was look at each other, until the crease in her brows disappeared and she reached to pause her music on her iPod, slowly sliding her earphones off so they rested around her neck. 

“Hi.” 

His assumptions had been correct. She was around his age – her voice was deeper than he’d originally anticipated – and when he found himself slightly closer than before, he was able to make out that she was studying for her SATs. 

It was September.

“Hi.” He replied, forcing a smile that he hoped would convey the apology he felt for intruding on her personal time and in her personal space. Her clutter was all over the table, and he knew that if she was hopefully as kind to strangers as he hoped she’d to be, that it would be somewhat of a hassle to shove some of it away, “I’m really sorry, but there aren’t any other tables free. Would I be able to–”

“Oh, sure.” She interrupted, immediately going to reach to sweep a space clear for him over the other side of the table. Sidney watched with a mildly amused gaze; she didn’t seem to care for the way her flashcards seemed to mix themselves up, or the way her textbooks snapped shut and she lost her page.

She flashed him a welcoming, slightly embarrassed smile as she piled the books on top of each other, and before Sidney knew it, he was sitting in the chair opposite, accidentally knocking their knees together in the process, and sipping from his coffee mug. He fought to maintain the thankful smile on his face, despite the utterly bitter taste of the coffee that seemed to fester on his tongue.

No wonder he’d never tried coffee before, it tasted like dirt.

The girl broke a small chunk of a muffin off, a smile breaking out on her face as she fought a small laugh.

Sidney blushed, “I’m not a big coffee-fan.” He reasoned, shrugging.

“I can tell.” She pressed her lips together momentarily, looking down at the plate before turning her attention back to him. Sidney felt stunned at the colour of her eyes. He’d never seen grey eyes before, but hers seemed to balance more on the green side – only when the sun struck the side of her face, they turned a watery, clear blue. There was also a tinge of brown thrown in there.

What was that called? Heterochromia?

He felt his mouth dry, and before he could stop himself, he was taking another sip of his coffee, this time managing to control the urge to wince, “Thanks for letting me sit here.”

She shrugged, gathering the flashcards and lining them up, “It’s no problem. Sorry for the mess.”

He let his eyes wander over the books once more, the green ‘SATs’ letters jumping out at him, “You got an important date?”

The girl swallowed, not entirely understanding what he meant. That crease formed between her brows again, and she opened her mouth to question him, but Sidney beat her to it, a finger pointing at her stack of books. 

She sighed, “Not entirely, they’re at the end of the school year, but one of my teachers gave us an assignment to get some study material done early.” 

Sidney couldn’t say he understood her stress – it was something displayed across the planes of her face; evident when she looked rather tiredly at the stack of books, and hesitated at the flashcards, before throwing them to the side. She folded her arms across the table, then switched so that her hands were interlocked in front of her.

She looked as though she didn’t quite know what to do with herself, and Sidney couldn’t tell if it was because of the presence of a stranger, or if she was already feeling some sort of academic guilt for throwing her attention away from her studies for a couple of minutes.

He saw her jaw clench, and at that observation, the thought that maybe he was paying a little bit too much attention to her crossed his mind, so he turned his focus to the cup of coffee. He was beginning to feel its effects; his knee was shaking softly under the table and he could feel an influx of energy spark at his fingertips. Or maybe it wasn’t the coffee at all.

He hadn’t thought about hockey for five minutes.

He saw her turn her face towards him out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up, “What about you? Are you in school, or…?” She trailed off, her eyes skimming over the logo that had flashed itself from the safe and unzipped confines of his hoodie. 

He felt his heart quicken at having been caught, worried that perhaps she’d shout out who he was – if she knew – across the entire cafe. He remained optimistic; she didn’t seem the type.

He cleared his throat, “Not anymore.” For some reason he hesitated. He could play off the logo as merchandise – he could be someone other than Sidney Crosby, the New Rookie of the Pens – or he could be honest. When he looked back at her, there was a challenge in her eyes, and Sidney knew then that she already knew who he was. “I just got drafted to the Pens for my first NHL season.”

She sighed, “Can I tell you something?” 

Sidney furrowed his brows, his mouth tilting down in a smile. He was new to the whole ‘local celebrity’ deal, but this by far, is probably one of the least impressed reactions he’d ever had. She clearly knew he wasn’t in school, but had still taken the kind courtesy to ask him the question, despite the futility of it.

He nodded. 

“I only know one Pens player.” Then she pointed to something out of the window, “That banner has been staring at me every week for the past three months.”

Sidney huffed a laugh, thinking she was joking, but followed her finger anyway. He was immediately faced with a street corner, tens of people walking past each other – he could even make out their voices if he concentrated hard enough, and it took a while to figure out what exactly she was pointing at, until his eyes settled on a billboard at least a block down.

He’d been told that for press reasons, the Pens had come up with the idea of a way of promoting him as a player, and a ‘person of Pittsburgh’, by plastering some action shots of him – still staged – around the city. He’d neglected to look up lately, fearing that if he did, he’d be faced with some images of himself, but he hadn’t escaped that entirely.

The billboard was small, and he wasn’t the only player on there, either, but he saw it nonetheless. 

When he spun back around to look at her once more, the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “There’s two other players, not just me.”

She shrugged, “I was talking about Sergei Gonchar.”

Sidney felt the blush colour from his chest to his cheeks as he slowly put his hands over his face, consumed by humiliation. He felt himself smile into his hands when he heard the girl huff a snicker. He’d had quite a few people as of late kissing up to his ego, and apart from his teammates, she was the first one to really deliver a considerable blow – and he was thankful for that; that at least someone still had the ability to look past who he was and tease him like he was a normal person. He was aware of the irony that lay there.

He gathered himself, unabashedly removing his hands and displaying the creeping blush for her to see, and sticking his hand between them, “Sidney Crosby, rookie center for the Pittsburgh Penguins.”

She rolled her eyes, not commenting on the state of his cheeks, her smile fading slightly but still remaining, “I was joking, I know who you are.” She took his hand in hers, gripping it tightly, “Nat Brooks. Student.”

Sidney swallowed, his blush remaining for other reasons, and pulled his hand away, flexing it under the table, “Is Nat short for anything?”

“Natalia.”

“‘S very pretty.” He mumbled, and she smiled sweetly.

“Sidney’s very pretty, too. It suits you.”

Something clenched in his chest.

[lemonxdaisybby]

holding hands with ichihan, Zhao, and joongi for the first time?

Hello! This is just the cutest request and I had to drop everything to work on it immediately because my heart needs some fluff 💕

Also I promise I’m gonna post some NSFW requests soon I see you lemon requesters in my inbox, making me feel all old with your fancy lemon emojis 🍋

Ichiban:

Honestly, you would likely have to make the first move and initiate the hand-holding, as this man is a flustered, inexperienced, and nervous wreck when first dating you. Any form of physical touch, and his face is on fire. He would over-plan and overthink everything.

It would maybe occur after a couple of dates. Of course, the two of you wouldn’t have even had your first kiss yet either. Ichi can’t even bring himself to hold your hand, never mind kiss you. It would be a nice, lighthearted date, and maybe you’d just click on that if you want things to get more physical, you might have to be the one to take the first step. Cue you placing your hand in his, and linking your fingers together.

Ichi would try to keep it together, he really would. But his brain is just gonna stutter and momentarily shut down, and once he does sort of pull it together slightly, he would find himself stuttering and stumbling over his words, and he might have to pull his hand away a few times to sneakily wipe it on his trousers, worried that his palms are sweaty.

He’d grow used to it after a while, and the warm feeling of your hand in his would make him feel so soft and fuzzy. He’d definitely be brave enough to initiate hand-holding going forward, now that you’ve made the first step.

Joon-Gi:

Another one where you would likely have to initiate holding hands with him for the first time. Not because he’s shy (although he is a bit), but more so because he’s oblivious, and just wouldn’t think to hold your hand. He finds that he likes it very much though, once you do make the first move.

He’s apparently a big movie buff, so on one of your first few dates, he would decide that a nice date at the cinema would be fun. Due to lack of experience with dating, he likely hadn’t kissed you at that point, or initiated much physical touch at all. It’s not that he’s never done things before, he’s just never properly dated before, so has no idea of what’s expected of him, or how fast or slow he should be moving.

And so, it is now up to you to begin initiating physical touches of affection, starting off with some nice, innocent hand-holding, by reaching over mid-movie and clasping his hand gently in yours.

Honestly, Joon-Gi wouldn’t have that much of a visible reaction, but he will get the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, and in the harsh glow of the cinema screen, you might be able to spot the faintest of blushes on his cheeks, which he would subtly try to hide by angling his face away from yours.

He probably wouldn’t ever really initiate holding your hand going forward, but he’s more than happy for you to latch on to his if you want. He’s not big on PDA, nor is he very romantic or physically affectionate, but a little hand-holding is something he can appreciate.

Zhao:

He would definitely be the one to initiate it, although he really wouldn’t see it as a big deal, and it would happen quite naturally. It would still be sweet, of course, but he wouldn’t feel the need to put much thought in to it, or even think about it at all.

It would probably occur as the two of you are walking down a busy street, or maybe even crossing a road. Zhao would automatically just take hold of your hand, to ensure that you’re safely at his side, and that would be that. He wouldn’t let go, and would just continue to wander round with you, hand-in-hand.

He might joke with you a little, pointing out how small your hand is compared to his own, and he’d have a cheerful little smile on his face. But nothing more would be said. It might take you a while to get used to the feeling of his hand holding your own though, due to the clunkiness of his rings.

He likes to look out for others, and probably does have a bit of a protective streak over you at times, so he would lowkey adore holding hands with you. It would just feel right, and also it would just appease that protective spark in him, knowing that you’re safely at his side with your hand tucked in to his own.

[deusfoundry]

hello hello!!! first of all thank u sm again for 200!! i have no words and i honestly still find it hard to believe lol but anyway! as a small token of my gratitude ill be accepting requests for the rest of november! just send in an ask w a character and a number and i'll take note of them!

details under the cut!

notes

you don't have to follow me to send in a request

two requests per account only! unless you're a mutual i interact with often, in which case you can send 3!

i only write for fem reader

pls be patient w me! ill be very busy w uni soon but i promise i'll get to every request sent <3

what i won't write

explicit smut (suggestive/implied smut is ok)

a/b/o

pregnancy

anything involving dark themes

anything involving disorders like eds and such (i don't think i'll be able to represent them properly, sorry!)

characters i won't write for (nothing personal pls don't come for me)

female characters in general

rafayel and xavier - lnds

sakusa, daishou, terushima, coaches, shiratorizawa, date tech - haikyuu

wriothesley, baizhu, harbingers (scaramouche & childe r ok), natlan characters (not very familiar w them, sorry!) - genshin impact

villains (dabi is ok), teachers/pro heroes (aizawa is ok), mineta - mha

characters i will write for

note: these are the characters i feel most comfortable writing, as in i feel like i could write them well enough. feel free to request other characters from each fandom (apart from those i explicitly say i won't write), but these requests might take longer so pls bare w me hsdfhs

love and deepspace - zayne & sylus

haikyuu - kageyama, hinata, tsukishima, sugawara, iwaizumi, kuroo, kita

my hero academia - bakugo, deku, todoroki, aizawa, dabi

genshin impact - alhaitham & ayato

now onto the details of your request ...

make sure to pick a type of kiss!

goodnight kisses

hand kissing

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

first kisses

welcome home kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

kisses as a promise

forehead kisses

kisses in the rain

hushed conversation in between kisses

kissing it better

jaw kisses

thigh kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

neck kisses

the following details are optional!

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

royalty au

celebrity au (popstar, actors, etc)

soulmate au (kindly specify what type of soulmates)

pro hero au (for mha)

post timeskip (for hq)

college au

dividers by @cafekitsune | prompts from here by @creativepromptsforwriting

cover photo from the one and only renebaebae <3

[scarlethexelove]

A Crazy Love Story

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha x Wanda (Platonic), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: When Wanda gets a call that her wife has been in a car accident what will happen next in their crazy lives.

Word Count: 4.6K

Warnings: Angst, Injuries, Depression, Coma, Pregnancy's, maybe a bit of Angst, Probably more.

Pt 2, Pt 3

A/N: This is a work that I had originally posted on ao3. So I figured I might edit it a bit and post it over here.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

Wanda and Nat were sitting on the couch in the compound finishing up paperwork. The room was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the typing of the computers and the sounds of pencil on paper. Occasionally the sounds of a wine glass being picked up or put back down.

The silence was interrupted when Nat’s phone started ringing. She looked at the number that flashed across the screen, she didn’t know it, so she hit ignore on it. If it was important, they would call back or leave a message. It just so happens to be that important cause her phone starts to ring again. This time she picks it up.

“Hello?” Natasha questioned over the phone. “Hello, is this Natasha Romanoff?” The lady on the other end of the phone asked. “Yes, this is her.” Nat responses the the woman questioning what this could be about. “I’m a Nurse at NYC Health Bellevue Hospital. You are one of the emergency contacts for Y/n Maximoff. We tried to contact her wife, but nothing ever went through.” Nat stops listening and looks to Wanda. “Wanda, where is your phone?” Wanda picks up her phone and looks down at it sadly, noticing that it is currently dead. “It’s dead.”

Nat is brought back to the conversation with the other woman. “Ma’am, Y/n has been in an accident, and you should get here as soon as possible.” The woman on the other end of the phone says as she brings Natasha back to the conversation on the phone. “We’ll be right there.” Nat hangs up the phone, putting her laptop down and getting up. “Wanda get up now we have to go.”

“Nat what is going on? Where do we need to go? We haven't finished our reports yet.” Nat walks over to Wanda and places her laptop on the table in front of her. “Y/n has been in an accident, we have to go.”

Wanda felt like all the air in her lungs had been pushed out hearing those words fall from Natasha’s lips. She gets up off the couch in a daze as Nat pulls her towards the garage. Wanda stumbles along behind her not knowing how to feel or think.

The two of them barge past the boys not being able to hear a word coming from them as their minds only focus on you. Nat pulls Wanda out into the garage, grabbing her keys off the hook and heading straight to her car. Wanda gets in the passenger seat as Nat gets into the driver seat. The drive was silent. Both Wanda and Nat’s minds racing. Nat’s mind flash’s back to different memories.

When she first met you, you were 18 and fresh out of the academy. Becoming a top SHIELD agent was something you were striving for. You were great at hacking, but you were also skilled in combat making you a versatile agent.  She knew you were fresh out, but she could see your determination and your drive to do your best.

Nat’s mind then flashes to when she truly started to care for you and wanted nothing more than to protect you. “I know it’s late and I hate to call you … but I need some help. I have no one else to call.”

Your voice sounded so small on the other end of the phone. The longer you talked the quieter your voice got. It sounded like you had been crying and maybe in some sort of pain. “I’ll text you my address.” Before Nat could say anything back to you, she heard the phone line go dead. But just like you promised your address popped up on her screen.

Nat got in her car and drove to your place. Getting there way before the estimated time. She rushed up the stairs going to the exact apartment number that you had sent her. She double checked the address from her phone and where she was currently standing before knocking on the door.

Nat hears a barely audible come in. She pushed open the door, shocked to see a trashed apartment. Glasses shattered everywhere. The coffee table was broken and the kitchen table overturned. That is when she spotted you curled up in the corner of the room. Your knees were pulled up to your chest as you lay your head on your knees. She could see a trail of blood that leads up to you.

Nat quickly moves over and crouches down in front of you just now hearing the light sobs coming from your lips. “Y/n?” You lift your head to look at Natasha in front of you. Nat looks at your face seeing a deep gash that is about 3 inches long on your cheek that is just below your left eye. Your right eye is just about completely swollen shut.

“I’m sorry.” You say to Nat in a low strangled voice. “Y/n what happened?” Nat felt anger inside her seeing you like this. “Lucy, s-, she.” You struggled to get your words out, stopping when a loud sob broke through your lips. “I’m going to kill her.” Nat said, going to stand up and find your worthless girlfriend. “Nat please.” You whimpered, grabbing her hand before she had a chance to get away. Causing her to crouch back down in front of you.

Nat has hated your girlfriend since the day she met her. You two have been together for 2 years now. Moving in together only 6 months ago. She never trusted her, but now she wanted to kill her for hurting you.

“Fine.” Nat huffed looking at your small figure in front of her. She knew she couldn’t leave you like this. Nat helped you get up off the floor and into your shared bedroom with the jackass. You had blood all over your cloths all of it being your own. You needed some clean cloths, but you struggled to pull your shirt over your head. Nat came up behind you and helped you lift it over your head. As your arms dropped back to your sides Nat notices that your right side is just one giant complete bruise. She notices the faded older bruises and the ones that aren’t so faded yet around your torso.

“Y/n/n how long has this been going on for?” Nat gritted her teeth as she helped you pull a clean shirt over your head. You held back tears looking at Nat directly in her eyes. “6 months.” You say as a whisper.

Nat knew you could defend yourself, but for someone to have this much power over someone that they won’t even defend themselves makes her see red. Her face hardens, knowing that as soon as you moved in with her, she started beating you. You, of all people, never deserved that.

Nat was about to rush out of your room when she noticed a blood spot forming on the front of your clean shirt. She lifted it up just to the point of the blood to see that she had missed the small stab wound that was on your abdomen.

“You need to go to the hospital.” Nat said dropping your shirt and taking your hand to lead you out of the room. “No, please. I can’t go. May and Peter will find out if I do.” Scared of what your family would think of you in this weak position. “Y/n you need help. Your ribs are broken, you’ve been stabbed, and your cheek is still bleeding.”

“I can’t.” Your eyes started to water again as Nat pulled you into her embrace. “I know someone who can help you.” You shook your head yes in her chest. This was the night that Nat took you to the Avenger’s tower. Bruce had set your ribs back in place. Stitched up your stab wound and the cut on your cheek. You lived at the tower for a few years. Nat had called some other SHIELD agents to get your things out of that apartment. This was the night that you two became best friends and sisters.

Nat’s memory goes forward to a year and a half later. You're now 23 years old and were dating some other SHIELD agent that you had met at work. Nat thought you were safe with her since she was a SHIELD agent. But you had pushed everyone away.

Nat had, had enough and went over to your girlfriend’s place after not hearing from you in a week. Maria had called her saying you hadn’t shown up for work in 3 days. She was worried so she didn’t hesitate to barge into your girlfriend’s place. She heard screaming coming from the bedroom.

When she walked in, she saw your girlfriend banging on the door and screaming at it. She didn’t see you, but she heard your sobs from the other side.

“What the hell are you doing?” Nat yelled, catching the attention of your girlfriend. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” Your girlfriend asked. But Nat didn’t back down just moving closer to your girlfriend. “I said what the hell are you doing?” Nat said through gritted teeth. “This is no concern of yours Natasha!” Your girlfriend spat. Her words were laced with venom. “It has everything to do with me. You better get the fuck out of here before I make you.” Nat stalked closer to your girlfriend who is utterly terrified of her. So, she throws up her hands and rushes out of the room.

Nat walks to the door and knocks on it slowly still hearing you crying from the other side. “Go away.” You whimper trying to sound confident. “Y/n/n it’s me Nat. Please let me in.” The door swings open and you just jump into her arms. “Natty?” You can't help the tears that fall. “I’ve got you.” This relationship didn’t have physical abuse like the last, but she mentally broke you down and you stopped talking to friends and family as time went on. It only took a few short months for you to pull completely away from everyone. But Nat wasn’t going to give up on you that easily.

Soon Nat was back to the present with her thoughts when she pulled up to the Hospital. Not even remembering the drive to the hospital, only thinking of you. Nat parked the car and jumped out the car running towards the door Wanda right in front of her. They both run up to the main reception desk.

“Excuse me, I'm looking for Y/n Maximoff.” Wanda asks the nurse who was sitting behind the desk. The nurse starts typing on the computer looking at it intently before she looks back up to Wanda and Nat. “It looks like she is currently in surgery.” The nurse points behind them. “That officer was the responding officer.” Wanda nods tears in her eyes. “Thank you.” Wanda rushes over towards the officer who is talking to a family. The man is covered in blood, the woman is holding a small child, and another child is latched onto her leg.

“Excuse me officer, the nurse said you may know about my wife’s accident.” Wanda's voice is smaller than ever as she speaks. “Wanda Maximoff?” The officer asks her. “Yes.” The officer motions for them to move away from the family that is giving them sad looks.

“Your wife was in an accident earlier today. Someone ran her car into oncoming traffic.” He points to the family. “Her car was about to hit that family and according to witnesses she swerved the car out of the way of them running straight into a barrier. Her car flipped over and landed down in a ditch. The family she almost hit helped get her out of the overturned car and was there when paramedics arrived. We don’t have any leads on the car that ran her into traffic, but we are investigating.” The officer hands Wanda a card with his information on it as before walking away. Wanda and Nat walked over to the family who had sad smiles on their faces. Wanda held out her hand to the man.

“Thank you for helping my wife.” The man shakes Wanda’s hand. “It was the least I could do. It looked like someone really wanted to hurt her and she decided to save my family at the risk of her own life.” Tears were freely flowing down Wanda’s face knowing that you would do anything to help people no matter the cost.

The interaction with the family was quick and filled with a lot of thank yous from both sides. After the family left Wanda and Nat went to sit down in the waiting room.

Several hours passed filled with anxiety and fear waiting to hear anything about your condition. But then Wanda and Natasha were pulled from their thoughts as a surgeon walks up. “Wanda Maximoff?” Wanda scrambles to her feet followed by Natasha. “That’s me.” Wanda’s accent is thick due to worry and concern for you.

“I’m Dr. Grey, your wife is out of surgery and is currently being taken to a room. Her left leg was shattered in the crash. We had to put several plates and screws and also needed the use of rods. She had some internal bleeding that was determined to be from the liver. She also has a nasty gash on her head and currently looks to be doing fine but we will keep a close eye on it. I am happy to tell you that your wife and baby are doing just fine. You can head on into her room whenever you are ready.” Wanda mumbled out a thank you. The words baby ringing through her head over and over again. Nat hearing it also was confused by the words. She hasn’t heard anything about the two of you trying for kids. There is no way you would cheat on Wanda would you. No, it can’t be.

Wanda is heading towards your room with Natasha hot on her heels. As they get there, they see you laying in the bed looking so broken. They could see the rods sticking out of your leg all the way from your hip down to your ankle. They could see the gash that the doctor was talking about, some of it poking out from your hairline on the top left of your forehead. Your face was covered in small lacerations as were your arms.

Before Natasha could ask Wanda about the baby an ultrasound tech walked into the room with a machine. “Hello, I came to check on the baby and see if there is any concern.” The woman walked to your right side and began to perform the ultrasound. Wanda went to your left and was holding onto your hand as she watched the screen. The room was silent, no one knew what to say or do. All that could be heard was the beeps from your heart monitor and the swishing sound from the ultrasound.

The tech took a shot of the screen and smiled at Wanda. “Well, would you look there?” She marked two locations on the screen. “Looks like you're having twins.” Wanda felt the tears streaming down her face as the tech handed her a photo that she had printed that showed both babies, one marked A and the other B. “Congratulations.”

Wanda gripped onto the photo looking at the two small jelly beans in the photo. Blinking away tears as the tech continued taking some more photos and printing a few more and placing them into a small envelope.

Nat had her hand on Wanda’s shoulder looking at the photo that was tightly gripped in her hands. The tech left after leaving the photos with Nat as Wanda was still clutching the first one.

“Wanda?” Nat tries to get Wanda's attention. “I’m sorry Nat. I’m sorry. We wanted to wait to tell everyone when we knew she was actually pregnant. We’ve been trying for months but it always ended up being negative. I didn’t know this one took.” Nat spun Wanda around and pulled her in a hug as Wanda sobbed into the crock of her neck. “It’s ok Wanda. They are all ok and looks like you two are having twins.” Wanda sobbed harder at the thought of having twins just like what she is. “I’m so happy for you two Wanda.” Nat cooed as she rubbed her hand on Wanda’s back trying to calm her down. Wanda started to calm down as it really dawned on her that you were pregnant and you two were going to have twins. She turns back to look at you with a small smile on her face.

Wanda sat down on your left side holding onto your hand as Nat went to the right and just watched you. They sat there for an hour when all of a sudden, your monitors started to beep like crazy and your body began to convulse.

Nat quickly smacked the emergency button. Soon the room was flooded with doctors and nurses. Wanda and Nat were moved to the end of the bed watching as they worked on you. The two girls holding each other in an embrace.

The doctor opened your eyes and flashed the light seeing that your pupil was blown. “We have to get her back into surgery right now. Someone page Dr. Greene.” The team of them started moving you out of the room leaving Wanda and Nat standing there both having tears stream down their faces.

Before they could do anything, Nat’s phone started to ring. She looks down as Tony’s name flashes across the screen. “What Tony.” Nat bites not in the mood for the man. “We need you and witchy back at the compound now.” Tony is heard through the phone. “Tony that is not going to happen. Y/n was in an accident, and they just had to take her back to surgery.”

Tony was silent for a second taking in the news. Nat and Wanda had forgotten to inform anyone else of the situation. “Can you make it? We are under attack by Hydra.” Nat huffed knowing that Tony wouldn’t ask if he didn’t really need the help. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“What’s wrong?” Wanda asks concerned just from the one side of the conversation that she could hear. “The compound is under attack. I told Stark you are staying here but I’ll go help.” Nat explains. “Are you sure?” Wanda questions, not really wanting to go but knows if they need her she has to go. “He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t truly need it. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

With that Nat left out the room. Wanda didn’t want to sit in there by herself, so she went into the hall seeing some chairs lining the hallway a few feet from your room. She sat down waiting for you to come back to her.

Wanda waited for hours fidgeting with her rings as she stared at the wall or sometimes the clock on the wall waiting for you to come back. Wanda was so in her own head she hadn’t notice the person who sat next to her. They placed a hand on hers stopping her from fidgeting. She looked up meeting the green eyes of Natasha. “Your back.”

“And I brought some friends.” Nat gestured behind her as Wanda seen the team standing behind her. Wanda’s attention was taken away from them when she heard the sounds of a gurney coming towards them. She looked back seeing them wheeling you back into your room and the doctor once again coming up to her.

“We were able to stop the brain bleed without any complications. We made sure to keep a monitor on your wife and babies. They all did just fine.” The doctor explains. “Thank you.” The doctor turned around leaving as Wanda headed back into your room taking the same seat as before. The whole of the Avengers following into the room. Peter pushes from the back of the group towards you and Wanda.

“Babies?” Peter questions Wanda as he looks at you. His older sister that has spent years helping to train him. “You’re going to be an Uncle Peter.” Wanda gave Peter a small smile. Peter’s demeanor changed to happy and giddy as he looked between Wanda and you. It was still sad that you were hurt but so exciting knowing that he was going to be an uncle.

“Wait didn’t the doctor say babies, as in more than one.” Steve asked. Wanda shook her head with a smile. “Twins.” Still excited by the news. “Congrats Witchy.” Tony said with a smile on his face.

It has been a week since your accident, and you have yet to wake up. They had you in a medically induced coma for the first 5 days but have weened you off of that. The doctors think you will wake up soon, but it is hard to tell.

Nat was sat in the same chair as Wanda was in hers. Nat was reading a book as they hoped and prayed that you would wake up soon. Wanda looked at you with tears in her eyes.

“Nat.” Wanda said softly. “I can’t lose her. It’s been 2 days and she still hasn’t woken up.” Nat places her book down on the stand next to your bed. “Wanda you are not going to lose her. She is too stubborn for that.” Nat tries to reassure Wanda. “I can’t take losing another person. First my parents, then Pietro, and then Vision.” Wanda started to cry looking at how peaceful you looked.

“You know before Y/n met you, she had given up on love. After Lucy and that crazy bitch, she swore to me that she was done. She didn’t think she deserved to be loved, all love had ever brought her was hurt. The strongest person I know was beaten down and broken cause she couldn’t bring herself to fight the person hurting her. Then you came along, and I had never seen her so in love. She wanted to push it down and never let it happen. But you who never seems to give up on love brought it out of her. I wish that Maria and I can match up to what you two have. Don’t give up on our girl now she’s a fighter.” The tears flowed freely from Wanda as she looked at you in so much admiration and love. Nat was right your stubborn and a fighter.

“I love her so much.” Wanda mumbled. “I love you too.” A whisper came from your lips as you slowly blinked your eyes trying to get use to the bright lights of the room. Wanda grasped your hand in hers as she looked into your y/e/c eyes. “Baby.” Happy tears fill Wanda's eyes.

“What happened?” You questioned trying to remember and understand why you’re in the hospital. “You were in an accident but you’re ok.” Wanda places a hand on your cheek. Her thumb brushing over the scar below your eye. Something she always does to calm and comfort you.

You look to your wife and see a small photo sticking out of her hoodie pocket. You instantly recognize what the photo is just from the top corner of it.

In a small flash, you remember what happened that day. You were worried that all your symptoms of pregnancy were just another tick from your body. You had seen how much it crushed Wanda each time the test was negative. So, to stop her from going through the pain you decided that you would take the test on your own for the first time, but you had run out of test the last time, so you had to go to the store.

On your way to the store a black SUV rammed into your car continuing to push you into the opposite lanes traffic. You could see the car carrying a family getting closer and they had no where to go so in your split decision you swerved and hit the barrier on the other side of them. That was the last thing you remember before now.

Your brain runs at a million miles an hour panicking thinking that you hurt that family. You also think that you may have just killed your baby. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have waited and now… now…”

You sob as your try and get your words out. Wanda hates reading your mind, but she does hear what you’re thinking. Since your words come out as a sob. “No, no, baby. It isn’t your fault. They are all alright. The family is ok, our babies are ok.”

“It was Hydra’s fault. They used you to help split up the team. But we got them Y/n/n they won’t hurt you again.” Nat had filled Wanda in on the events that happened when she left. They had figured out that it was Hydra behind everything. They knew if you were hurt that both Wanda and Nat would be by your side taking them out of the fight. But what they didn’t expect was for Nat to go back and for Peter to be there.

Wanda takes your face in her hands making you look into her eyes and see that everything is fine. As your sobs turn into sniffles you realize just what your wife had just said to you. “Babies?” You question. “Yes babies.” Wanda pulls the ultrasound out from her pocket. She hands it to you. You look down at it seeing it marked with an A and a B with two small jellybeans underneath the letter. You start to cry happy tears as you take in the image in front of you. “Twins.” Wanda nods at your words. “Twins.” Wanda repeats.

Your now 4 months along in your pregnancy. You and Wanda have been living at the compound since your apartment was compromised. You two want to find a house but with your recovery and pregnancy it has been hard.

Your mood has been down recently. Hating that you can’t do anything on your own paired with the hormones from your pregnancy you start to get angry and distant.

Right now, you were being stubborn, and you needed to go to the bathroom, but you didn’t want to call for help. So, you took it upon yourself and got up and tried to head to the bathroom. Quickly losing your balance and falling on your ass. Letting out a yelp of pain from hitting the ground.

Wanda comes running in the room seeing you sitting on the ground and struggling to get back up. “Baby why didn’t you call me?” Wanda moves over to you to try and help you up, but you swat her away and continue to try and get yourself up. “Baby please let me help you. You could hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine.” You roll your eyes. “You’re not fine and that’s ok.” Wanda tries to still help you even if you don't want it. “No, it’s not. I can’t do a single damn thing by myself. I have to sit in bed all day and have you wait on me hand and foot.” You spit angrily. “I don’t mind, I just want to help you.” She tries to reassure you more. “Help me! Help me! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this mess. They used me to get to you and now look at me I’m pathetic and broken.”

Wanda stepped back from you with tears in her eyes. She knew that you have been beating yourself up over what happened, and you were just pissed. You finally snapped and took it out on the next person.

“God, I’m so useless.” You struggle to try and bring yourself up. Wanda watches you wanting to help but knowing right now you’re breaking. Soon tears start to stream down your cheeks as you give up. You place your hands over your face as you begin to sob.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.” Wanda moves over crouching down next to you and pulls you into her chest as you continue to cry and keep your face covered. “I know baby. I know.”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.” You sob feeling bad for snaping at Wanda. Wanda continues to hold you as you continue to cry and mumble sorry. Finally, your cries turn into sniffles, and you stop saying sorry. Your hands fall from your face as you look up at Wanda. She has a small smile on your face letting you know everything was going to be ok.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

just an update?

Hello my maggots, Asmi here. I'm really sorry that I haven't replied to a lot of the stuff I've been tagged in/reblogs/DMs, it has been a... chaotic two days. I promise I'll get to them soon, as soon as my mind calms down a bit (to its ordinary level of chaos, I mean).

In an update on the 10khaos, for those who haven't heard, my hair is indeed now Crowley red, the Discord server is made (and currently broiling in utter madness, the Youtube channel has also been made and I have an idea for the first video, and I will soon set forth and adopt the Crowley, Aziraphale and Adam plants.

So as for the irl mind stuff, it's basically that the red hair brought up the question of whether or not I'd be able to go through with college, design school starts in May-ish.

(um mild tw for bullying and a mention of transphobia, skip the next two paragraphs if that is a trigger for you)

I've been in college before, that was design too, for three months. And I had to drop out because I was being isolated and bullied by everyone there including the dean, as well as a lot of transphobia and discrimination on the basis of mental health issues.

Soooo... yeah. There's also the fact that the new college will be far more conservative and I live in India and it's all really a shit of a mess. So my mum asked me to think about whether I wanted to do distance learning instead, since I already am a designer and have done projects.

It's a lot to think about. And my head is being all messy, ya know how it is. If any of you have advice or experience with distance learning, that would be amazing, actually.

(Also my family were kind of really mean about my Crowley hair)

(Oh well)

(I love it and I have you amazing maggots so)

Anyway yes I just wanted to say what was going on so that you know why if I don't respond immediately to things going on :") And if you want to interact with the other maggots, the Discord server is always there, links get messed up on posts but I'm sure @arkytiorlecter or @howmanyholesinswisscheese will send you the invite link if you need it. It's in one of my posts, but things do tend to get lost on my blog, don't they?

No matter what I want you all to know that you are so, so loved, you are more than enough just by existing and being your beautiful selves, and you have made my life immeasurably better. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I love you I love you I love you maggots. I promise I'll go through the notes soon and cause chaos :") So beware. It just might take a day or two for me to get back to my usual frequency of chronical onlineness (which is my happy place muehuehue).

Have a wonderful day, and remember to eat and sleep and hydrate and take meds if you need to.

All my maggoty princely love for you, Asmi

[c0smiccom3t]

AND NOW.... FOR A SPECIAL 3RD ANNIVERSARY UPDATE. (6/1/2024)

Hello friends, hello mutuals, hello dimension dyfenders fans and hello people who like indie cartoon/comic stuff in general! Comet here. Once Again. and this time i've got something ig this year. This was supposed to release on May 29th, but due to Ren not coming back for a long time because they needed to prioritize irl stuff, of course, we had to delay it.

But, but, BUT! thankfully I had a few things ready after all, however as for some other things else, we'll get to it much later, when the moment calls. Now, let's get off with the first one.

(warning, in case this update gets too long, i'll make a part two where i'll be able to link it through here.)

You Kinda... Look Different.

You may have noticed that Dislexo looks a bit different than usual (darker skin, a bit of shorter hair, etc.), in case you're wondering why... Yeah, you're about to find out.

So, while I was thinking and drawing up some D.D related stuff, I was brainstorming a little by my lonesome. All of the sudden, as I was making a new render for a character, I was like... "Wait a minute... What if I give Dislexo a new look which is a mix between a secretary and a butler but keep it's elements from what made their design unique?" and So, the new and improved Dislexo was born!

Honestly i'm proud of what they look like now. I just hope i won't (or will) get to redesign ALL of the cast again so suddenly lol! Anyways, thats just a small change I made, nothing too big. Now, let's get on something else... which is...

Pocket Adventures' current status + how's minisode 1 coming along

You might be asking inside your minds, "i wonder when more of minisode 1 will drop", "where are the new parts?"- Well, i got the answer. It'll only come only when im completely finished. However i havent been working much on it aside from making a few pages a few months ago, but hopefully this summer i may get back to it and finish it all up if i can. The final script is 73% percent complete, as for the comic itself, let's just say its 58%. I promise you i'm taking my time with delivering everything i can for this minisode. However i might republish the minisode with the series' current artstyle if it ever comes out physically (or either when I'll have the time or energy to do it.) So, now, you may be wondering: "But Comet, what do we do while we wait." Well you're not gonna believe this.

No, it's not an extremely late april fools post! We got new stuff coming soon, recently i've been brainstorming some ideas for brand new content, and you know what? It came to me, HERE'S WHAT'S COMING!

MORE TOONIES COMING YOUR WAY!

THAT'S RIGHT, after months of hiatus, Toonies is coming back with more strips! This time, since summer's coming around, i'll try to post and make more of them and even schedule the finished ones! We got even more covers for it coming, but for now, here's one of them!

More comics are not only gonna explore more of the Dyfenders' and the Dajo Crew's everyday lives in-and-out of their superhero/Villain occupations, we are also going to focus on much more on other characters (at least some of them), and some will last for a few more pages longer! No arcs though, sorry. But hey, you're getting more wackiness as a treat! Now, i know i said this year is not gonna be big like the other two years we had, but...

NEW SPECIAL CURRENTLY IN DEVELOPMENT!

THAT'S RIGHT! We're working on a new special to commemorate our three years! Thought it'd be a nice adiction to this year, we may not reveal the logo and it's title yet, but we can tell you what the sypnosis is about!

You're all invited to the biggest night in the Omniverse, right across it's stars, cosmos, galaxies and portals! Both the Dimension Dyfenders and the Dajo-Crew are crossing the red (or should we say, blue) carpet in this brand new 3-part special! Prince Dajo-Voo has a new plan on how to take over the gala, all while he tries to self-control himself from doing the same explosive incident he did back then. The Dyfenders may be having a great time at the gala, but rest assured, they'll be sure to keep a close eye on him. Here's to a Rift-errific and (hopefully) trouble-free gala!

As a bonus, when the production on all three parts are done, we'll be posting Toonies comics related to the special, which may feature a new character who will debut later on in Pocket Adventures! We don't know when it'll exactly be out, my guesses would be either summer, september or next May 2025. But rest assured, we'll be working on it, but we won't rush it out.

So... What's next?

Honestly, i can't really tell. But I can assure you i still have so may plans for this series, plans that will be put in action in the far-off future. What i really hope to do is to make animated shorts as well, not just Toonies strips, pocket adventures minisodes and comic dubs of it. Maybe if we'll ever make a backerkit or a kickstarter for it and get a budget, it might happen (along with more VAs joining in.) Speaking of VAs, in case you're a VA and you haven't auditioned yet, anytime is the right time! (this is still a test leap, but if it succeeds it may go further.)

but for now, we're sticking to comics, and then, if possible we'll get to comic dubs and so on.

That's all for now! I hope you're all looking forward to what's coming for this series. I'm sorry that it wasnt as big as the last years, but we promise that things will arrive when they can.

Happy (LATE) third anniversary, everybody!! Thanks for reading!

By the way, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!

[vidavalor]

I just happened upon your blog (right terminology?) and I’m learning a lot. One thing that startled me was your referring to Crowley and Aziraphale’s love (sex) life as a matter of course, something seemingly everyone but me knew about. I was blown away and really wanted it to be true. After all, they’ve had to do without so much—openness, safety, the expectation of future togetherness. It would too unfair if they had to do without physical consummation too. What’s the deal with this? How do we know it’s so? What’s the history? Please enlighten me. Have you written posts about this? I’d love to read them. Thanks

Hello! Thanks for the ask. Nice to meet you. I call it a blog because I'm old and don't know the cool terms but we can call it whatever lol. I have no idea re: how many people who view the show and are able to see that Crowley & Aziraphale are more than friends (because, believe it or not, that concept still shocks some lol) who think that they're already lovers. I do think I'm sort of in the minority, maybe, even if there are a bunch of people who think that they're already a thing. When scrolling through the Ineffable Husbands tag on here, I tend to see a lot more posts that suggest that they aren't lovers and that 2.06 was their first kiss. (Let's hope that it's not lol.)

I guess I would say that if you are thinking about whether or not they might be, consider that Good Omens shows you most of its story out of chronological order in order to give layered meaning to the stuff you've already seen so, just with that knowledge alone, it would be actually pretty surprising if 2.06 was the first time they'd kissed. In S2 itself, earlier on, there's some heavy suggestion that it's not. If you want to read about when I think that happened, go here and I'll link you one more post at the bottom of this response here:

While I like to read all points of view-- I read a lot of aro ace GO stuff as well, even if I don't necessarily see that in my own interpretations of things-- I have thought they were sleeping together since the first time I watched S1 a few years back and S2 just kinda reinforced that for me. I think that, technically-speaking, there's a path to either they still haven't gotten together or that they're long-time lovers. I say that but honestly... it's more like if they somehow do something that suggests that they're only getting together during/after S3, I think it could kinda work but I honestly don't actually think that's the story they're writing. I'm pretty firmly set on the idea that they've been sleeping together for, uh, a very long time at this point. Someone told me the other day via messages that they would burn my house down if I did not finish a sex meta that I promised people so I best maybe get on that and also potentially call the police lol. (I am both flattered and scared?). So, uh, I'll get that up soon... I wrote a couple of longer metas lately about different eras of their relationship that are replies to recent asks on my blog-- I'd probably recommend the one about what they call each other and coded love confessions in 1941, if you're looking to read about them as a couple that's already a couple (even if they would have an anxiety attack at the word 'couple', as Crowley does in 2.06 lol). Will link it below. I'm very flattered that you and others have asked to read more of what I think and I have gotten asked a lot for more sex-related content so, uh, watch this space, I guess? :)

Make yourself a tea first or plan to come back to it as I'm wordy lol:

[shovelbug]

Hello! This is my first time writing a request so I apologize if it's confusing. I saw one of your headcanon posts and I really liked it. I was wondering if you could maybe write some romantic headcanons for Arven (pokémon) with a transmasculine reader who has very invalidating family members? I personally have bad dysphoria and family issues and would appreciate if you could write this sometime; You may decline if you dont feel comfortable with this request, though.

-Pepper :D

not confusing at all, no worries. i hope you like it. i tried to do a little of both; comfort for dysphoria, and comfort for family issues.

arven x transmasc! reader w/ family issues

When Arven first hears about your family issues, he's moreso angry on your behalf. He has his own share of family trauma, but for family members to not support you? It's beyond him.

You're so... so good, he thinks. How can't they see that?

"hey, do you want me to like... kill those guys for you?"

"what." "nothing."

If you'd like him to, in a situation where you have to interact with your family, he'll go with you as moral support.

he'll hold your hand and give you reassuring squeezes, and won't even flinch if you're practically holding on for dear life back.

He can't promise he'll be peaceful if he hears them say anything unsavory, but he'll try. for you.

watches them with a careful glare the whole time and will not hesitate to get the two of you out of there as soon as he thinks it's needed.

if not, he'll text you during it and wait for you when you get back.

they're usually reassuring words, pictures of Mabosstiff, or food. Will definitely make you something tasty afterwards.

it'll help motivate you and give you something to look forward to, and it keeps him busy, so it's a win-win for him.

"regardless of what they think... i know who you are. More importantly, you know who you are." followed up by a kiss to the top of your head.

if you bind, he'll hold onto your stuff for you if it's something you need to keep secret. will also wash your binder for you if you use one, etc

speaking of binding, reminds you to be safe and take breaks, all that stuff. he will not hesitate to wrangle you so you can give your body a break; he won't compromise your health if he has anything to say about it.

you somehow never cease to amaze Arven; this is no different, either.

he knows that it's not easy, being trans. he might not be able to relate to your struggle exactly, but he's aware of the great strength that's required to be true to yourself.

for that, you are already so much stronger than those who try to tell you otherwise.

when you're feeling dysphoric, he'll wrap you up in his vest and let you watch whatever you want on the TV in his dorm while he makes snacks.

His vest smells like him. It's an effective distraction!

Arven's always telling you how handsome you are anyways, but he's careful not to lay it on too thick when you're feeling like this. He doesn't want to come across as condescending.

He does, however, gush over how handsome you are if you go shopping together. He's more than happy to accompany you, and every time you come out of the changing room to get his opinion on something, his response is usually a playful wolf whistle.

DEFINETLY makes "what's cooking, good looking?" jokes almost every time.

you probably groan and roll your eyes at him, but it's very genuine. His comments may all kind of be the same, but it's only because he thinks you look good in anything.

more than anything, he wants you to be happy. seeing you be confident makes him happy in turn; he'll always support you no matter what.

sneakily buys sandwich toothpicks with little trans flags on them when you're not looking to put in your sandwiches

"Just know I love you, okay? Regardless of everything... you're so cool. I'm so proud of you."

[babacontainsmultitudes]

In Defense of the Other Teens

Hello besties :)

SO how about that last episode huh? I've certainly seen a lot of interesting takes and cool art and all that come from it!

And I'm... Here to offer my two cents.

Alright y'all, a few things before we actually get into the meat of it. First, this is a long post. Like, even by my standards this post is pretty fucking long. I hope that I'll be able to keep you entertained throughout at the very least, but maybe grab a cup of tea or coffee or the like before venturing under the cut.

Second, my stance on things will become pretty clear I think fairly early on, if you haven't already put two and two together from the title of this post. That said, there are some fairy bold claims I'm gonna make here, and the fact of the matter is some of them may very well be disproven as soon as today's Teen Talk drops. But I wanted to get this out beforehand, partially as a show of faith in a certain someone, and partially cause honestly I think it's good to practice giving oneself room to be wrong about things. That said, there are still many other points that I think remain important regardless of what we find out next episode (or in teen talk), and I hope you'll find those interesting as well.

Next, honestly, the first few chunks of this little essay really start out as more of a rant/vent than a tight analysis, and I kinda start things in a weird spot if I'm being frank with you, so maybe just try to bear with me for the first few parts, ok? They're still important for the bigger picture I'm trying to paint.

Finally, if I come off as a little extra salty and sassy in this one, I am, but I *promise* it's all in good fun. :)

Alright, so let me tell you my thoughts about Lincoln.

You know what I think? What I honestly, genuinely think? Linc is the most selfless of the teens by a long shot. Like, there's literally no competition. Enough "all he wants to do is help other people and all they ever do is betray him" with respect to Mr. TalkedGrantIntoAPanicAttackThenLeft and more appreciation and recognition for Lincoln Li SayHiToYourDadForMe Wilson, I'm begging you. I could sit here and start listing examples of Linc's selflessness to you for a good long while, but really no set of examples could better illustrate what differentiates Linc from the rest of the teens than this exchange:

**

Scary: "Chosen one…""

Jodie: "Bat’tholemew, we don't use those words." 

Scary: "Somebody they wouldn't expect."

Taylor: "It's me. It's got to be someone that they don't expect."

Scary: "Yeah." 

Taylor: "Yeah." 

Scary: "It's got to be somebody who's really earned—"

Taylor: "Somebody who’s really earned—" 

Scary: "—the respect."

Taylor: "—the right to... And all the knowledge of all the animes together…"

Scary: "Somebody with more knowledge than anybody else."

Taylor: "Someone with— who knows what to do. S… "

Scary: "Somebody who knows what to do to step up."

Taylor: "Somebody who can step up and be the chosen one."

Scary: "And be the chosen one."

Link: "Hey…"

Normal: "Guys, I think… I might be the chosen one…"

**

Yes, funnily enough, it's Linc's absence here that says a lot about him rather than his presence.

What's more, I frankly just don't think it's fair that Linc can do *so much* for the people around him but the *one time* he decides to do something that (seemingly) goes against Normal's plan, it's depicted as some ultimate act of betrayal or Linc "giving up". I feel like we significantly understate how much the other teens *have* done for the sake of Normal's plan (seriously, are we actually gonna ignore Linc stabbing his leg on a candy cane- TWICE??), and how much they've lost in doing so. If every time they fuck something up undoes everything they've sacrificed or done right, well, that's quite the negativity bias!

So why don't we talk about Linc's decision, actually. Did we just witness Lincoln finally snap? Has he given up on Normal's plan to help the doodler? Has he given up on using empathy? Did Lincoln Li Wilson choose the easy option? I would say no! No to all of those! And I think especially upon a relisten of the final moments in the last episode, Linc's train of thought when he breaks the pic is actually quite clear. And yes, this is about Linc showing empathy towards Scary, but I want to talk about the actual implications of that a bit further as well. Let's start by looking at the final bits of dialogue leading up to the breaking of anchor:

**

Linc: "Scary, what are you even doing?"

Scary: "You gotta destroy it"

Linc: "We can't- you just heard the Doodler's gonna make the world worse it's gonna kill we just gotta find something, why do you have to destroy it-"

Scary: "You don't know that!"

Linc: "I mean you don't know it's not that way we can find another way to destroy it"

Scary: "No, Willy said that it's easier to control if we destroy the anchors"

[ANTHONY EXPLAINS THE SPECIFICS OF WHAT WILLY WOULD HAVE TOLD SCARY]

Linc: "Well we're not gonna do it that way okay, come on like, the easy way is-"

Scary: "Who died and made you the leader?"

Linc: "The easy way is usually the bad way right? Sometimes the better thing is harder."

Scary: "This is easier what you're just gonna tell the pic 'Oh I love you I'm so nice to you' and it's just gonna give you all its secrets that's not how life works."

[LINK TRIES SAYING I LOVE YOU TO THE PIC AND NORM EXPLAINS THAT HE ALREADY TRIED THAT]

Linc: "Okay well like you're right it's gonna be hard but- I know it's not a person but I don't want more people to die we've already killed enough people like can you just do one thing with us and just try to find a way to make this-"

Scary: "The Doodler is gonna kill more people you're not seeing the bigger picture!"

Normal: "What no, Linc don't listen to her!"

Scary: "Listen to me!"

[AND THEN LINC SNAPS THE PIC]

**

Okay there's... A lot to unpack here. I'll start by pointing out what I think are a few key things to take note of:

- Linc is seemingly adamant on choosing the empathetic route and not letting any more people get hurt

- Linc affirms that sometimes the harder route is the better one

- Scary rejects the notion that simply saying "I love you" or otherwise being kind in words could actually do anything

- Norm says "don't listen to her"

- Linc's decision to break the pic only occurs after Scary says what she does (above point), seemingly in conflict with what he himself said only moments prior about not taking the violent route.

What I think needs to be understood about Linc is that, more than anyone in the group, Linc's decisions are calculated. Yes they often catch us off guard (seriously the amount of times Linc has done something that's made me actually gasp in shock is a bit crazy), but once the dust has settled, his decisions are always clearly consistent with who Linc is as a person and his philosophy, and accordingly, never come from a place of selfishness. The humor of it aside, when Linc says that he never misses any shot that he takes (:( Can't find the exact quote), he is entirely correct (and admittedly while I probably should gather various examples to show you what I mean, Linc swapping places with himself and Nicky really is the most perfect demonstration I could possibly ask for, as it showcases both Linc's aforementioned selflessness and how Linc's seemingly shocking decisions are never actually accidents or executed with uncertainty on his end). Try to keep these above points in mind as we move forward.

Next, let's consider the pros and cons for Linc of breaking or not breaking the pic, as seen from Linc's perspective. I suppose the general impression I've gotten thus far is that many people seem to be interpreting Linc breaking the pic as a likely (or sure) sign that he has "given up" on Normal's plan, and given in to choosing the "easier" route. This, I perhaps a bit boldly argue, raises a number of questions and ultimately implodes in on itself as an interpretation after even a brief consideration of them. At the most basic, and perhaps least interesting level, it's not like it would be that hard to search a little bit for some demonstration of love (especially with a certain pair of will-they-won't-they partners not too far away... Though I feel like the pic also could have been interesting as applied to some of the other characters around right now? Anyways...) You could say then, that maybe Linc simply doesn't care about using empathy, and has ultimately lost confidence in Norm's plan by this point, so he takes the path of absolute least resistance cause, well, whatever. But wait, didn't Linc *just* say that they weren't going to do things that way, and that he doesn't want more people to be killed? (You might say then that he thinks Scary has a point on "not seeing the bigger picture" and believes that choosing violence here will result in less deaths, but frankly I just don't think there's anything promising or compelling enough about Scary's argument here for Linc to have any real reason to believe it, all the more so given Willy’s involvement). Are we to think, then, that Linc changes his mind purely on a whim, and a whim influenced by Scary of all people no less? Frankly, I see this as a severe underestimation of Linc's strength of character, and this is where we really do need to consider the degree of calculation and confidence that goes into Linc's decision making and risk taking. What I'm saying is, Linc simply doesn't fall victim to selfish impulses that way (and within the group this is a quality unique to him!). Moreover, even if Linc might have his doubts in Norm and his plan, he still has significantly more reason to go with that than to listen to Scary. Seriously, Linc has every reason to not listen to Scary here. When it comes to what Linc cares about the most, Scary has without a doubt harmed Linc more than the Doodler ever could (The significance of Tony Pepperoni being stabbed in Linc's home in front of his dad  c a n n o t  be forgotten or understated!!!). Even if Linc didn't care at all about showing empathy to the Doodler, if he were acting purely out of selfishness he would still have more reason to do so if only because it means not giving the satisfaction to or otherwise helping Scary (and Willy).

But Scary is confused, and Scary is lonely, and from her perspective she probably does feel betrayed. We (and Linc) are given some important information regarding Scary in this episode. Firstly, we get a glimpse into how Willy has twisted things and convinced her that violence is the better option (not because it's easier per se, but because more people will apparently be saved in the long run). Second, Linc finally understands what Scary needs... Or at least what she doesn't need. Specifically, he understands that simply saying "I love you" isn't enough. He understands that Scary will never believe it no matter how many times it is said, and that to really prove to Scary that she is loved and get through to her, he needs to show her, has to prove to her that, despite everything, he is still on her side.

Linc, I dare argue more than any of the teens, has so much reason to leave Scary behind. But he understands her now, and, against Normal's wishes, listens to her. In a weird way (if I'm not dead wrong about this whole empathy thing), this kind of is Linc's "throne of the doodler" equivalent. It would be so easy to not break the pic, to not choose to (help and) empathize with Scary after all the pain she has caused him, but that's not the kind of person Linc is, and I hope the points I raised earlier make that reasonably clear.

So no, I don't think Linc chose the easy option. I think he believes himself when he says that sometimes the harder route is the better one, and followed through on this when he took his shot.

Sincerely, if you think the Doodler is just a scared teen deserving of empathy and sacrifice and making tough decisions, but Scary isn't, then I think you've missed the point. The Doodler is just acting out and needs help, but when Scary or Linc break an anchor through violence (be it violently empathetic or not), we give up on them? We hope for Normal to abandon them when they're hurting and depict it as deserved or even righteous? I can't get behind that, I'm sorry. 

Furthermore, whereas Norm would certainly be justified in feeling concerned for the Doodler's sake if Linc's actions count as an act of violence, apart from that like, if Norm chooses to interpret Linc reaching out and showing support to someone as lost and alone and in need of help as Scary as a personal attack against him, either as a betrayal of their friendship (Norm is very jealousy-prone we’ve known this from the start!) or as a direct attack against Norm's perfect little violence-free narrative that lets him be the hero regardless of who gets left behind wait does he actually just hate Hero cause of her name hm, then that is, respectfully, completely a problem with him, and not with Linc. I think if Normal actually snaps from this, then his entire philosophy of choosing empathy is based on a lie, and Norm just wants to follow the narrative that allows him to be the hero on paper, so that everybody finally loves him.

Well that's a bit harsh huh. Believe it or not, I'm genuinely not trying to throw Norm under the bus here. But... I am trying to expose his flaws and shortcomings in relation to the other teens. This is important moving forward, because in refusing to seriously acknowledge the fact that Norm, while still having plenty of good in his heart, is someone who can be quite self-centered, and ultimately cares about being well-perceived and loved first and foremost, we become blind to the ways in which Norm, like Scary, is vulnerable to future instances of manipulation. That bit on appearance vs. true compassion isn't mere interpretation, by the way, Will has stated this quite clearly in episode 27 of teen talk (and in general I'd really rather not rely on that kind of bonus content in these sorts of posts but, well, it's hard to ignore this):

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Will: (In reference to Norm's scene in the pride layer) "I feel like I understand Normal better now, like a kind of darker side of his psyche that's different from Henry... Like Henry's very concerned with being a good person but I don't think is super concerned with whether people like him or not, whereas Normal is like a little concerned with being a good person but *mostly* concerned- it's two different ways to solve love [he explains what it implies for Henry], the other is 'if everyone else likes me, that means I can take that in as well'."

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I need to stress that I am not trying to imply that Norm is anywhere close to being a bad person, btw. Normal, like everybody else, has his flaws, but has proven that he has plenty of good qualities as well. What I *am* trying to imply is that Norm does have a tendency to put himself at the center of things, and is from a more meta standpoint benefiting from a narrative that puts him at the center of things (more or less guaranteeing that he will be seen as a hero of sorts no matter what- evident even in how fandom largely depicts him vs the other teens), and I'm just saying that if ever he found himself in Oakvale by some chance he might really appreciate the enforced anti-violence initiative put in place by the town's noble leader who really just gets him and praises him and-

I know (almost) nobody wants to hear this, but if Normal actually had a villain arc, it would most likely consist of him falling down the same path that Barry did. Barry was a hero, on paper. And the people around him certainly saw him as such, and loved and accepted him in some sense of the word, which is what he truly wanted at the end of the day. And he got rid of all the violence!!! 

But none of that makes Barry a good person.

*sniff sniff*

Hey... Has anyone else noticed the distinct lack of stinky weebs in this post?

As much as I myself am a bit more interested in the Linc side of things right now, I do need to talk a bit (or a lot) about Taylor too. My little guy! You haven't even had a proper, serious character arc yet and people have already decided that you don't have a shot vis a vis the upcoming anchors, despite easily being the most emotionally resilient and stable of the group. You know what, I'm gonna throw in most loyal too. If you'll humor me...

Taylor may not be the most empathetic of the teens (in fact, he may very well be the least), but this doesn't mean he doesn't care, and doesn't mean he isn't kind in his own way. What's particular about Taylor's brand of loyalty compared to the other teens that I think might make it a bit easy to overlook is that it while it is very strong, it tends to be reserved only for the people he chooses to call his friends (oh, and his mom!). There's no question of Taylor's choice to disregard what Nick tells him and go back to save Linc from the FBI, it embodies some of the most fundamental parts of who Taylor is as a person. Which I guess is to say that, there are ultimately only so many people Taylor chooses to have in his circle, but those bonds are extremely important to him, and he really is ride or die about them. I think that this aspect is most obvious when looking either at Taylor's relationship with Linc or Cassandra, but also with Hermie actually! Oh, and similar to the example with the FBI, Taylor's response to the whole Tony situation is perfectly consistent with this aspect of his character as well. Tony was not part of Taylor's circle, not someone he chose to let himself get attached to (because when Taylor gets attached to someone, it is indeed a very deliberate choice), so no, he's not gonna care that much about Tony's death. But he is bothered by Scary's betrayal. He is bothered because, even if they weren't the closest, Scary was, I would argue, still part of Taylor's circle. And yes, he is bothered by Linc leaving him alone in the last episode for the same reason, except that in this case it's probably worse actually. I know I'm straying pretty far from the original topic here, but still I think it's worth exploring the interesting position this puts Taylor in going forward, especially with respect to Nick. 

("Seriously baba when did this become about Nicky literally what are you talking about right now?")

Thus far, Taylor has made it very clear that no, he is not going to allow Nick to be someone he becomes attached to. There's a risk, in loving and becoming loyal to someone as strongly as Taylor does, and Nicky has not yet proven himself to be a risk worth taking. So what happens next? Nicky is (finally) around after all, so what might the future hold for little Taylor? On the one hand, Nicky's "words of advice" might begin to get through to Taylor, which could leave him in a pretty dangerous position. Taylor takes a big risk every time he lets someone in (everyone does but Taylor more than all the others because of how fully he loves and trusts and protects, is what I'm saying- er... He's a lot like his dad that way actually!), so what if Nick convinces him that nobody is worth that risk, and that everyone you hold dear will ultimately betray you? Well, I think we'd be left with a very lonely Taylor! Conversely, what if Nicky decides to prove himself worthy of Taylor's love? What if Taylor comes around and lets him in? ahaha shit I feel like there's a bad joke to be made about Taylor keeping his dad at arms length and his dad not having any arms right now god fucking damn it what even is this post. Will Nicky be able to maintain that trust? If he abandoned Taylor again, after Taylor has allowed himself to become attached (or if something happens to Nicky cause lets face it horrible things tend to happen to Nicky), I think Taylor might finally have a hard time getting back up.

What the fuck was I talking about? Oh yeah, so I guess going back to Norm, on the one hand, I guess on the more extreme end Taylor could actually take Linc's actions very hard, in which case I actually could see him sticking with Norm as an act of self-preservation. That said, I don't personally feel that this will be the case, that Linc is still ultimately in Taylor's circle, and accordingly Taylor's loyalty towards Linc will persist, albeit perhaps with a seed of doubt sewn at the back of his mind. And I don't think in that case that it's fair to frame this as Taylor betraying Normal? As others have pointed out, Norm frankly just hasn't really earned much in the way of Taylor's friendship. Really, as far as I'm concerned, Taylor doesn't really owe Norm much of anything at all. From the very beginning Norm has made it clear that he doesn't particularly care for Taylor, and ultimately has let his own jealousy and desire for attention (especially Linc and Hermie's attention) get in the way of ever really getting to know or appreciate Taylor beyond the surface level. Would I call it betrayal for Taylor to choose to continue to support his best friend instead of the guy who told him that anime isn't real? No, and I think the double standard is pretty obvious if we consider the reverse. That is, if Taylor chose Norm over Linc, after everything he and Linc have been through, would we be framing Linc as the victim of some grand betrayal? I genuinely don't think we would, at least not to the extent that we would with Norm. I suppose I'm saying all this, because well as aforementioned I just find there's been a lot of undeserved cynicism towards Taylor, and I think a lot of it does genuinely come from Normal's privileged position within the narrative as its de facto "hero" and what is most convenient for maintaining that image (and when I say "hero", that does include "righteous villains" who "deserve(d) to snap", just so we're clear on that).

Hmmmm I kinda wanna talk about Taylor and Normal as each other's foils but this post is getting a bit long isn't it... *Sigh* Not today, no, not today.

......Okay but still I have to say that if Taylor actually does finally get his "main character moment" I actually think that would be a great opportunity for Norm to acknowledge, reconcile, and learn to cope both with his jealousy and the parts of himself that are self-centered. Conversely, if Taylor does for one reason or another stray a bit too far into the habit of keeping people at arm's length out of fear of abandonment, betrayal, or the like, I think he could learn something from Norm too (having trouble phrasing exactly what I mean here, so perhaps I'll save the full notion for another time!)

So that's... Yeah, I think that's the most important stuff. I debated on sort of elaborating on examples of Norm's major character flaws, but despite everything my intent here was first and foremost to offer a "defense of the other teens" more than anything else. Though I will say that I think there is something to be said about how Normal's self-centeredness gets in the way of his ability to actually help those around him (Grant and Taylor both being great examples in "The Staircase"), how this contrasts with Linc's willingness to actually listen to and figure out what Scary needs in this most recent episode, and accordingly what Normal could potentially learn from Linc about not just choosing the route that's easiest for you.

[paperyowl]

Caught in the Act (Sterek ficlet)

I'm not super active here anymore, but I decided to cross-post a few of my shorter ficlets.

Can be read on ao3 here.

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Scott's first thought when he stepped into the loft was something exciting along the lines of 'just wait until I show Derek this cool invisibility spell that Deaton showed me. Maybe I'll get him to freak out a little' (which says a lot about how far they've come with trust in the pack, and how little energy Derek puts into actually scaring them away these days.)

But that thought got derailed in a heartbeat, making space for a completely different one, when Scott realized several things at once: First, Derek wasn't alone. Second, he was engaged in decidedly intimate activities with said other person. And third, that was Stiles's voice.

"Fuck," Stiles cursed and then promptly gasped as Derek pulled him back into the cradle of his hips with a grin. "Oh, fuck . Derek. Right there , right there -"

Scott froze in the spot. His second thought, as soon as he could find one that wasn't just a curse and disbelief, was something like, 'Oh. I could have guessed.' But Scott clearly hadn't guessed at this because what the fuck ?

"Yeah," Derek positively snarled at Stiles, eyes dark and possessive. "I know."

They were doing this in the middle of the loft, right there on the floor. Derek had Stiles on his back, one leg drawn up high to hook over Derek's shoulder. It kept Stiles pinned, unable to do much but buck up into whatever Derek was giving him. Derek was definitely using that leverage.

Not that Stiles seemed to mind all that much with his fingers curled into the rug tightly for purchase (— and Stiles definitely wouldn't get out of lacrosse practice because of rug burn). Stiles groaned, throwing back his head.

"Do something about it then— oh ." Stiles's demand tempered into a moan when Derek pushed forward, only to withdraw slowly and do it again. Stiles's expression went to positively blissed out, his body bouncing against Derek's hold.

This was Scott's cue to leave. Actually, the moment that he realized Derek wasn't alone, he should have - what were they even doing on that rug in the middle of the loft when there was a perfectly fine bed upstairs? It might have saved Scott from seeing his best friend being fucked by Derek .

"Yeah," Stiles breathed, hands latching onto Derek, who, of course, was built , but Scott would never ever be able to see him shirtless again without thinking about this. Oh god. "Give it to me."

Derek chuckled, and hello , that was new, too. "Pushy."

"You like it," Stiles slurred, a little out of it clearly. Derek never stopped moving against him. He went from demanding thrusts to slow grinds that made Stiles's mouth fall open in near-silent gasps. When Derek found an angle that made Stiles whine, he growled.

There was nothing about this that seemed like this was the first time they did this. If anything, they seemed comfortable . Their bodies moved together like they were finding ways to fit together perfectly with roaming hands and teasing little licks. They were well-practised in moving together. How long had Scott not realized this was a thing?

Derek leaned forward, folding Stiles almost in half when he brushed their lips together in a kiss that Stiles accepted eagerly. They kept looking at each other like that , and whatever this was, it was not just a quick fuck.

"I like you, " Derek muttered in a low, intimate tone.

That unglued Scott's feet and he stumbled a hasty step back. Not entirely silent anymore. Derek's head snapped up at the noise, staring right through Scott. Oh god. Scott was dead. Derek would kill him-

"Hey," Stiles prompted, cupping Derek's face and dragging his attention back to him. "If you like me so much, why don't you stop teasing and help me with this orgasm you promised?"

Stiles's voice went from tender to teasing to almost a complaint in such few words. Scott would have laughed at that range if he hadn't been terrified of being exposed. Derek did laugh.

"Alright then," Derek said with a grin.

And that really was Scott's cue to book it out of there.

"Hey, Scott," Stiles bumped their shoulders together in the school hallway. "Did you read Lydia's e-mail? She's translated a few more entries for the bestiary. She skipped over the 'K' section for now, but I guess that's understandable. Besides, harpies are super exciting! I'm not sure I really believe they exist, but apparently, they don't really live in these latitudes-"

"I haven't gotten around to it yet," Scott told him, unable to keep the smile off his face at Stiles's excitement.

He tried hard not to connect this bubbly version of his best friend with the one who'd been underneath Derek. Scott shook his head, dispelling that thought and banishing it to the furthest corner of his mind.

"You okay, man?" Stiles asked, and Scott nodded.

"Yeah, sure," he said a bit too quickly. "Just didn't sleep well. All good. I got a short day today."

Stiles didn't look entirely convinced. He drew a breath to say something, but he was interrupted by a call of his name.

"I'm being late because of you," Lydia called from further down the hallway. Stiles laughed and moved to join her in his usual chaotic flow of limbs. How odd, Scott thought; his Stiles was nothing like the one he'd gotten an accidental glimpse of at the loft.

Stiles said a quick goodbye and was already a few steps away when he turned back to Scott: "Oh, one other thing. I think we should talk to Deaton about that invisibility spell. It seems a bit patchy still."

Scott tried hard and failed not to gape at him openly. He watched his best friend grin wildly and race to catch up with Lydia.

[michverdun]

Well, In the few months since Hadi Choopan's Mr. Olympia win, there have been no signs of him, or explanations from any official about the odd growth that occurred directly after his win. However, new information has added more to the confusion, namely that Hadi wasn't the only one who was growing.

In the confusion surrounding his upset win and the growth that followed, nobody seemed to notice, but soon after it became clear that all of the competitors in the Men's Open category were growing at incredible rates. Some have kept their growths well documented, but almost all of them have declined to talk about the situation, for fear of being considered a cheater. That is, until I was able to interview one of the competitors, provided he is kept anonymous. The contents of that interview are transcribed here.

Q: Hello. First, I just wanted to thank you for letting me interview you about this, it's very much appreciated. When do you remember the growth first occurring?

A: Hey, no problem man, it's nice to explain what I know. It was right when they were announcing placements for the top guys. I didn't place, but I still wanted to support the guys who did, so I was out in the crowd. I felt this like... dull heat? I started sweating really badly, and next think I knew I had like... the best pump I've ever had, but it wouldn't go down.

Q: Did it ever go down? And did it feel painful in any way?

A: No to both of those. I feel just constantly pumped now, and it feels good. Almost too good.

Q: Many people have claimed to noticed the growth correlating to the placement of the competitors. Has this been the case for you?

A: Kinda? I mean, I'm not as big as the top guys, like Derek or Nick, or even close to whatever Hadi looks like by now, but I'm growing faster then some of the guys who placed, and there's some other guys who didn't place who are growing crazy fast.

(Image Description: Derek Lunsford posing a couple of months after Mr. Olympia 2022. While he has not disclosed his current weight, he has grown considerably since the contest.)

Q: Do you have any examples of non-placing competitors like that? that would really put a wrench in the leading theory.

A: I mean, if you look at Antoine right now, he fucking massive! He's almost 500 pounds now, which puts him above even some of the higher placing guys.

(Note: Antoine did not place during the 2022 Mr. Olympia competition. In a recent Instagram post he posted that he was "512 pounds and still growing.")

Q: Have there been any issues in your life because of all this?

A: Physically, my doctor says I'm the healthiest I've ever been. I've heard of some guys being accused of cheating, but I never got that, plus once it was clear everyone was growing that died down. I guess the biggest issues was buying new clothes. Not many places carry 6XL. Honestly, I kind of hope I never stop growing. I got into bodybuilding to get huge.

Q: Last question, do you have any ideas to why this might have happened?

A: I'm inclined to believe it was some weird coincidence. Like, I can't think of someone who would want all of the guys competing to get crazy huge, and I'm sure the IFBB is a shitshow right now trying to explain it. Yeah, it seems like it was something random, or something trying to be nice. Whatever did it though, I'd thank them for this.

Q:Well, thank you for your time, and I hope that this growth spurt works out well for you.

A: No problem man, and don't worry, even with everyone else growing crazy, I promise I'm gonna be the biggest. they're gonna be using my chest as a billboard when I'm done.

While my interview didn't illuminate much about the actual cause of this event, It did clue me in to the thoughts and feelings of someone who was affected by this. Hopefully we'll her more from the men who grew that night, including from Hadi himself when he finally posts again.

EDIT: Hadi just posted on his Instagram for the first time since the competition. The post consisted of a video in which Hadi slowly walks over to what seems to be a heavy-duty bathroom scale, and the scale quickly errors out and breaks underneath him, which he then gives a thumbs up to the camera he is holding. He keeps himself out of the camera for the most part, but the parts that can be seen clearly show that he is incredibly muscled, even compared to his hypermuscular counterparts. It is also important to mention that the specific kind of bathroom scale he stepped on maxes out at 650 pounds. Underneath his post he wrote a quick caption, and translated it reads "don't worry, I'll be getting much bigger."

It seems that no matter what happens, 2023's Mr Olympia competition is going to be incredibly big, in more ways than one.

[k-s-morgan]

I'd like to preface this giving my apologies for taking so long on that School arc I promised. Life has been unfathomably busy recently, but hopefully that should be over soon, and I'll be able to make good on my word.

With that aside, I did want to offer something. Your posts about your plans for Ciel and Sebastian after the events of Season 2 had me up all night thinking about the end of their contract, and what it was supposed to be. It had me thinking about why Ciel had survived.

So with that, I spat out a short piece reflecting on the Season 1 finale from Sebastian's perspective. It's dedicated to you partially as an apology for my delay with my other work but mostly because of the sheer influence you've had on my understanding of their relationship.

It's entitled "The Great Ecstasy of a Demon" and it will be uploaded in a few minutes.

I'll give you a link here if you're interested.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47472079

I know safety would a luxury for you right now, but nonetheless I hope that your situation sees improvement soon. Have a good day!

Hello again! I'm honestly speechless. Getting stories as gifts is one of the most exciting and unexpected things - I'm so touched and so grateful!

I absolutely loved it - in this short, brilliant piece, you managed to plunge me into the endlessly-alluring world of BB in like one second :D It's so beautiful, and I loved the way you explored Sebastian's thoughts and his obsession. Ciel really brought a new kind of spark into his existence - and I especially enjoyed how you focused on the elements of desire and everything they entail. Sebastian's reverence toward Ciel was beautifully palpable, and the kiss!.. Wow. It just brimmed with sensuality and possessiveness, and I swooned at the mention of how much death Ciel's lips unleashed. It's such an interesting, compelling observation, I might steal it :D

Thank you so much! And I can't tell you how excited I am for your School arc, but please take your time! I know how difficult it is to find the time and mental space for writing sometimes. Whenever you're done with it, I'll be thrilled to read it.