#so youre more than welcome to send stuff in as well. mwah!

[darehearts]

good afternoon beloveds icb there are only two weeks left before the first anniversary of this blog i am howling  !! 😳

[velvateen]

misery likes company- johnathan ohnn/the spot x reader smut

when you and Dr. Ohnn go from coworkers to something more, something that will last through thick and thin…

pre and post collider with @nami-kana ‘s OC, Scorpede at the end! check her out she is so talented mwah

gn fem bodied reader, no pronouns

warnings: oral sex, piv, non-canonical use of powers, slight slow burn at the beginning MDNI

Before the accident.

Johnathan Ohnn is your boss. That’s a fact, or a statement, rather. No matter which way you slice it, his position above you should be completely and undeniably professional. He does the lab work, you record his findings and translate his excited murmurs into legible notes for research. That’s all there is to it.

So why is it that hearts start appearing next to your notes, blossoming from sprouts in the margins to full bouquets of pages dedicated to mindless swirling and doodles accompanying his name on your notepad?

It is likely the same reason that your heart’s been starting to race whenever you catch his eye, or when he calls your name from the other side of the lab for you to write something down.

You’ve gotten into a bad habit of yearning for Dr. Johnathan Ohnn.

You tell yourself that, as far as having a crush on your boss goes, you’ve got a good thing going. Long days turning into late nights alone in the lab, so no gossipping coworkers, plus, the object of your affections himself is pretty oblivious to any and all signs from you.

It’s a double edged sword. On one hand, you’d be over the moon if Dr. Ohnn would wisen up to your affections, and swoop the stuff right off a desk and take you there in the lab like some sort of movie. On the other hand, you know your shy boss better than anyone, knowing that he’s far too invested in his research to ever notice.

It wears on you.

Night after night, you stay by his side, prattling away at the computer, jotting notes, brainstorming with him about the project.

Night after night you edge closer to him as he works, skin igniting at a brush of your arms, before he inevitably moves his away to point at something or other.

Night after night, the words to tell Dr. Ohnn how you feel creep closer and closer to leaving your lips.

Night after night, Dr. Ohnn stays oblivious. He runs his hands through his brown hair, exasperated (but still excited) about the research findings. Your eyes travel to his hands as they push his glasses away to rub his eyes. The sun begins to rise, early in the morning, which usually means that it’s about time to go home and catch a few hours of sleep before meeting back at the lab.

These few hours of sleep are precious to you and Dr. Ohnn knows it, he can tell by the way your eyes droop mid-day, even in the throes of enthralling experimenting, so he sends you home at the first sign of a yawn.

The chime of the pass key greets you as automatic doors admit you into the lab. You set down your bag at your desk.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Ohnn,” you spot him pouring over his table, undoubtedly running some kind of hypothesis over in his head.

“Oh, hello. That on your desk is for you,” he looks up, for the briefest moment. Your eyes widen as you turn to find the warm pastry bag and a coffee on your desk.

“Really? Thank you!” you said with a hum, not hesitating to rip a piece of the pastry off and into your mouth. “What for?” You ask. It sounds more like “wah or?”

“Well,” he mutters, “we’ve got a pretty long day ahead of us, and I know you get tired.” He looks up again, not long enough to catch the blush that pushes through your skin.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

He hums a ‘you’re welcome’, and then adds “Come over here, I wanna put this in the report.”

You make quick work of grabbing your notepad, pen, and coffee before standing next to where Dr. Ohnn sits at his desk. Even as he rambles important things for you to note, you can't help but feel the heat radiating off of his skin, and to flinch slightly when his elbow brushes your thigh. Imagine that smart mind of his, reduced to nothing, brought to incoherency by you, turned into mush by the heat of your core, as you slam yourself down onto him, wiping away the strands of brown hair as they stick to his forehead, kissing away the sounds that slip past his lips as you--

“Are-- Are you okay?”

His voice snaps you back into reality.

“Hm,” you play it off, “oh yeah, yeah I’m… I’m good. Sorry.”

“Okay, sorry, I just wanted to make sure you got this part but I looked over and you looked like you were somewhere else.”

“No, we were right here.”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing,” you pick up your coffee cup and take a long sip to bring you back to earth.

It’s a long day of the same routine, note-taking, and theorizing, but today your mind has been running rampant with lewd scenarios of you and the Doctor, engaged in activities far from professional. Because of this, your “accidental” touches have become more and more frequent, aiding your addiction to the spark that rams its way up your spine into the base of your head. It’s so tangible, that you start to wonder if he can feel it too.

He feels it. Maybe not a physical spark or chill, but he can tell something is different about you today than on other days. The change in your behavior is accompanied by a lingering stare at him and is initiated by contact. So often is this occurring, that he starts to work up the words to ask if everything’s alright.

The day passes, and the chattering in the hall dies down completely as you two become, per usual, the only people working so late into the night. You’re typing away at the computer, condensing your notes into a report email, part of the routine that makes you wish you had another coffee, or a nap, or something else to numb the pain of dull office work. A shadow casts over you, causing you to turn and face Dr. Ohnn, who is looking very concerned over your shoulder, before his eyes fall on your face.

“Yes?” You ask, although you’d be kidding yourself if you said you didn’t immediately think about how hot he looked standing over you like this.

“I just wanted to ask,” he fiddles with his hands, “Well, I noticed you were a bit spaced out today, and, well, is everything alright?” He looks up, and he keeps the eye contact.

Fuck it. If I’m ever gonna get fired, this would be one hell of a way to go, You think.

“Thank you, Doctor,” you spin your chair to face him, standing where you land, which happens to be pretty close to him. He tries to back away, but your hands are quick to gently grab his tie, “There has been something on my mind lately…”

The loose grip on his tie strengthens, and you watch as his Adam’s apple bobs.“...And I wonder if the same thing’s been on your mind too.” You bring yourself up to your tiptoes as you speak softly into his ear.

“Tell me, have I been on your mind, Doctor?” Your hands loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt before they start to make their way down. You have your answer before he speaks, his growing erection starting to be visible under his pants.

“I, well, I think of you, yes,” he cannot break his attention away from your hands, slowly undoing his belt buckle.

“And what do you think of when you think of me, Doctor?” You undo his pants button, urging him to help you pull them down. Once they’re off, leaving him in his boxers, your hand returns to his tie.

He doesn’t fight as you lead him by the loose tie to sit in your chair, his hands nervously gripping the armrests. He inhales sharply as your mouth hovers over his length, still hidden by his boxers.

“I think,” Your fingers hook over the waistline, “--think that you’re, you’re a great assistant, very uh, attentive and helpful and--”

“And?” you urge, freeing all of him from the confines of his boxers, taking a sharp inhale at his length. You make sure to use that exhale to warm the pre that have started beading across his tip.

“And you’re very hah--” Your mouth makes first contact with him, doing a delicate loop around his tip.

“Keep going.” You continue your administration, licking your lips before taking his tip fully into your mouth, letting spit drool out to work itself down.

“You’re very, um, thorough, and--” You take more of him into your mouth, using your tongue to administer light licking to the sensitive places his body is responding to.

“--You’re so, so warm.”

You groan at the compliment, the vibrations sending a definite shiver up and down his body, your mouth so full of his cock. The groans that are leaving his lips are going straight to your core, and also partially to your mind, feeling that he’s getting close, and wanting this to go farther. You drag your lips off of his dick, and he moans at the loss of contact.

Standing up, you nod your head towards the couch in your lab, and although it’s crowded with papers, it’ll have to do. Dr. Ohnn, his face flushed and red, makes his way to the couch, with you not far behind, and quickly swipes away the papers that obstruct the seating.

It’s slower than in the movies, and it most certainly is not as sexy, but it makes you laugh. He turns back to you, and your hands prod at his chest, kissing down his exposed inch of skin.

He doesn’t protest when you push him down, in fact, he uses his hands for the first time to pull you on top of him, resting on your hips as you kiss him, slowly grinding your clothed core over him. He’s vocal about it. You’re vocal about it. The way his hair has been ruffled and his glasses discarded has you going wild. You all but race to strip, and he watches, a mindless hand reaching down to steadily stroke himself as you pull your shirt over your head, followed into the growing pile on the floor by your pants and underwear, now fully exposed for him. His eyes roll back as you situate yourself over him, the heat of your bodies sweltering. He can feel the arousal pool and drip from you and onto his thighs, and it’s almost more than he can take.

“Please,” he starts, his voice breathless.

“Please what?” You’re kidding yourself. You want it just as bad as he does, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get any enjoyment out of this.

“Please fuck me, please.” His eyes are aviodant, nervously raking over every part of you except for your eyes.

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

Your hands cup his face, and he looks up at you. You keep him still as you sink down onto him, inch by inch, until he bottoms out, leaving you full. His face contorts in pleasure and from the effort of not closing his eyes or looking away.

The groans that slip past his lips are just what you’d been imagining, all those nights spent by his side finally coming to fruition as he’s finally under you, reduced to the mess you knew he’d become.

His hair sticks to his forehead from the effort of not busting on the spot, the sight of you stripped and squeezing him nearly too much to bear. With the rhythm of your hips comes the gradual undoing of resolve. Although your determination to fuck him into oblivion set your pace high and fast, it was all you could do to not fall apart on his dick. Your legs serve you well, not faltering for a while before tiring. The Doctor’s hands stop their roaming across your body, to help your rhythm be kept as his dick drags along inside you. His hands holding your hips, he uses the chance to slip a thumb to rub circles across your clit.

The change in your energy is immediate. You can feel yourself clench around him, earning a lewd sound, and your stamina is renewed as you can see your high within reach. He leans up, and you meet him in a sloppy, passionate kiss as you feel his hips jut up to meet yours.

“Fuck, Doctor,” you gasp, eyes slammed shut focusing on reaching your high.

“Johnathan,” his inhale is quick, “call me Johnathan.”

You moan his name, and his eyes widen, hearing it for the first time. He responds with a rendition of your name, broken through the strain of his voice. You don’t have to focus on reaching your high after that.

The searing, tightening of your core brings him over the edge, taking you spilling over with him as you all but collapse over his frame.

You both catch your breath, draped over each other and exhausted on the couch. It went over as a wordless resolve, made through tender touches, that this could be, should be the new normal.

And normal doesn’t change, even when everything else does.

After the accident.

The Spot becomes known worldwide quickly after taking his revenge against the heroes for the disaster that his life has become.

But he can’t complain, can he? Even though he wishes, really wishes that he could’ve protected everyone from the effects of the collider explosion, he’s secretly comforted.

After all, misery likes company.

Especially when it’s company as loyal, as faithful, and as beautiful as you.

To the world, he’s the Spot. To you, he’s still Dr. Jonathan Ohn. And to him, you’re still you, just under the new form the collider had given you.

And he would never complain about the possibilities that your new identities had gifted to you.

Figuring out intimacy after the accident had been difficult, but worthwhile. Your two extra arms and lengthened tongue had no complaints, and his infinite warp holes had some… interesting implications.

And neither of you had any qualms about putting those implications to the test.

He hovered over as his fingers pummeled into you, your skin darkening to bright shades of pink and red, as your powers indicated, love, romance, lust. He was bullying you, remembering how you’d teased him for so long with that long tongue of yours, wrapped in loops around his length, denying him his release for ages.

Two of your hands were clasped over your mouth, resisting and stifling the moans that he was earning so fairly from you. Your third and fourth arms were holding his face against yours, his blotchy forehead pressed against you.

“Come on now, don’t do that,” he teased, “I wanna hear how badly you want me, Scorpede.” You clenched around his fingers, but held back every sound from your lips. “Fine,” he added, “I asked nicely before, guess we’ll do this the hard way.”

In a mind boggling instant, he pulled his hand away, the black hole in his palm suddenly warping. Before you could wrap your mind around what was happening, he shoved his dick inside your warm center.

Using his powers, he teleported his dick, literally, into the palm of his hand. You were stripped of all of your breath, skin colors rapidly fluctuating and pulsing with the thrust of his hand.

“How’s that? Use your words, honey,” he teased, slamming his hand against your core, the pace harder and steadier, and urged on by the moans you couldn’t hold back if you’d tried.

“Holy,, shit,” you huffed, a spare arm pushing back your long hair. Your usually orderly long braids were loosened by his relentless pace, his hungry behavior towards you.

Without hips to stutter, Jonathan worked you over your high more times than you can count. His other hand reached up, fingers shoved into your mouth, before bringing them down to stimulate your clit.

How many times had it been? Three? Four? You’d lost track of how many times he’d made you cum just tonight, his stamina had increased in the accident, it seems. Whatever the number was, you could tell that this round was the finale, the spot on his face swirling in irratic glitches as he moaned, the hand fucking his dick into you slapping delightfully against your pussy.

“Go ahead, cum on my cock, please, for me, yeah,” he muttered, angling his wrist to hit that part inside you that sent blinding white light shooting through your vision. Your color changed from flashing red, to a dull, glowing, satisfied pink as he fucked his way through his high.

You could get used to this new normal.

an: this was a gift to my very talented bestie @nami-kana she is also on instagram @ nami_kana. here is her art of her OC Scorpede and The Spot!!!

[berylgrace]

prompt: use a taylor swift lyric in a drabble

i have a confession... i do not remotely stan tswift, pls don't attack me lmaooo

however just for you i used one i heard on tiktok mwah ur welcome my darling <3

this is set some time around tlt? vaguely tlt timeline

It just didn’t make sense to Percy. He couldn’t help it, it had never been his way. Gabe was the biggest piece of shit imaginable, and even his presence - and his smell - wasn’t enough to keep Percy from going home. He would tolerate a million Gabes, a cologne made entirely of days-old pizza and underwear and beer, if it meant a few moments with his mom. Family was everything, wasn’t it?

Annabeth’s family were garbage, he knew that. They had neglected her when she needed them most, and Percy would never forgive them for that. But he couldn’t help it - a part of him wondered if Frederick was secretly battling with the same guilt Sally had, sending him away to different boarding schools. She had done it for his safety, and hated every second of it. Maybe his treatment, though cruel, had been misguided and out of love?

Wasn’t it worth giving family a chance?

“I just think you should give it a shot, that’s all. It’s been years,” He told her, immediately regretting it as her expression grew cold. Annabeth was like that - his friend right up until she wasn’t, her walls back up as soon as he broached anything that might be sensitive. Percy had no idea how to actually communicate with her, in all honesty.

He liked Annabeth, but she was so confusing.

Her voice was stony, flat. “Why should I? After everything I went through? I deserve better.”

Percy frowned. “Is this better?”

He thought about camp. Sure, it was quickly becoming his favourite place in the world, but that didn’t mean it didn’t have its downsides. Constant companionship from friends and siblings was great until you wanted a moment alone in your cabin. The lava wall, the archery range, the training ground - as exciting as they were, the injuries were enough to dilute the novelty of it. And once everyone left for the summer, with only a handful of year-rounders, home-schooled by Chiron - surely it would get dull?

Annabeth looked dangerous - she was probably going to kick his ass. “Than my family? Absolutely it is.”

He pushed on regardless. “What, never getting away from Clarisse? No privacy? Getting scraped and burnt and scarred?”

“You mean, respect? Acknowledgement? Freedom?” She scoffed, giving him that look that girls were so good at, the one that read you don’t know what you’re talking about, stupid boy.

Maybe he didn’t. But it just made Percy sad to think about her giving up on something that maybe, one day, could be good.

“What freedom?” He watched as her grey eyes flashed, a sure sign he was overstepping. “You can’t leave camp, you’re literally confined here.”

“I just have to ask, that’s all,” Annabeth told him through gritted teeth. He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off, her voice growing louder. “I can go anywhere I want! Just… not home.”

Percy thought about never being able to go home. The freedom to roam the entirety of New York, to do anything he wanted except for setting foot in Sally Jackson’s home, to eat her food, to hug her. It was overwhelming enough just thinking about it that he almost teared up, forcing it back at the last second. No wonder Annabeth was so guarded about it; it was heartbreaking. That was no kind of freedom at all, really.

“I’m sorry,” He murmured, slightly feeling that it was too little, too late given that he had already upset her. “I just… my mom-”

“I know, Percy.” She looked sad. “Not all of us are so lucky. You’re her pride and joy. Me… I’m the one that spoils the family picture.”

“Nu uh,” He swore, shaking his head. “You would improve every picture.”

Then he blushed. That was a weird thing to say.

Annabeth’s ears were red. “Thanks. I just don’t exist, not in that house. I ruin the image they have, the kid from the previous relationship, the one with all the learning difficulties who causes weird, dangerous things to happen. It sucks that I don’t get to watch the boys grow up but at least if I’m not there I’m not resenting them for getting what I never will.”

Percy hated that she had a point. The universe had dealt him a pretty rubbish hand, but Annabeth’s was just as bad. His life had an abundance of love despite everything, more than enough to share.

“Well, uh… you’re always welcome at mine. I mean, you don’t have to or anything, and it’s not very big or super nice or whatever, but uh, if you want to like, hang out… you can.” He stumbled over his words, suddenly embarrassed that she would laugh and refuse. “My mom works at a candy store, we could go there and say hi, buy some stuff… you could stay for dinner sometime if you wanted?”

He was rambling, but thankfully, Annabeth cracked a smile. She was pretty when she smiled.

“That sounds nice, Percy. I’ll hold you to that.”

“Please do.” He grinned, glad she’d cheered up. “Just write. Or, um, email. Whenever you’re free.”

[moonlit-imagines]

Mutant One Seat Over

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n: ahhhh anon you are so super sweet!!! thank you so much! to do this awesome request, reader is gn and has natural spider powers! (as opposed to engineering tech to accommodate powers, but i know you said “like peter parker” so i hope this is okay!) mwah!

prompt: anonymous: “Hi Could you do a Xmen- Peter X Spider!Reader one shot where the reader is a new student in the school for gifted youngsters and they have spider powers (like peter Parker). They don’t really attend classes or have any friends and Charles are trying to get them more comfortable in the school So he literally drags her to class. she has to sit next to Peter maximoff and he is totally mesmerized by her and and they become really close and starts dating.

Ps: hope your having a great day and staying safe. Your such a talented writer and also don’t feel pressed to do this I totally understand if you decide not to, just do what you feel like🥰❤️❤️”

Ever since puberty, you just haven’t been the same. I might have to mention that you’re a mutant, let’s just say that you had a different idea in mind when warned that “your body will go through all sorts of changes.” The surfacing of your mutation was startling, uncomfortable, and confusing.

Some lovely abilities you had acquired were: sticking to almost anything that came into contact with your skin (you’re working on it), being able to spin your own webs (which you were getting pretty good at, fantastic vision, super strength, and much more to be explored.

After a little mishap at school when you got stuck in a bathroom stall for three and a half hours, your parents thought it best to send you to a boarding school that was “much more your speed.”

“No. No, I don’t want to leave!” You pleaded with your parents once they broke the news to you. They were heartbroken that it had to go this far, but this is what needed to be done.

“It’s only until you get control of your powers, y/n. You need to be around other people who share your experiences.” You mom explained, grabbing your gloved hands. At this point, you couldn’t do anything without being covered from near head-to-toe in clothing, it stuck to you and only you.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time.” You snapped, jerking away and stomping up the stairs, but there was a certain sound that stopped you. A car horn. “You didn’t...” You glared at your parents and watched them avert eye contact from you, your heart broke into a million pieces. “A cab? Really? You won’t even take me there yourself?”

“Your suitcase is already packed, y/n.” Your dad’s ashamed tone gave you chills, you never thought you’d have to be sent off like this. You hesitantly stepped back down the steps while your dad walked into the mud room to grab the bag he’d stashed. “We’re sorry, but this is for your own good.” You snatched the bag from him and swung the front door open.

“We love you!” Your mom called as you slammed the front door hard enough to knock down a few dozen pictures and wall decorations throughout the house. “They’re never going to forgive us for this.”

—————

Truth be told, you didn’t enjoy this school at all. Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. The place was teeming with outcasts just like yourself, it made you sick.

At least you were in charge of yourself here. You came and went from your room when you pleased, but you pleased to stay in your room as much as you possibly could. Yes, you had classes, but you just so happen to miss...all of them.

“Well, we don’t know what they’re going through.” A voice mumbled outside of your dorm door. “It took me a while to acclimate to all this change, I imagine they feel the same.” You wouldn’t have let it bother you, but whoever was out there had just disturbed you from a fascinating dream that had taken you far from here. You threw off the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, taking a moment to recover from the headrush.

“I’m so sick of this shit, some peoppe are trying to sleep!” You yanked the door hard enough for it to make a dent in the wall, but that wasn’t nearly as bad as opening the door to Professor Xavier, the headmaster of this boarding school, and another resident from the building, Hank. “Oh. Hi.”

“Mx. l/n, your teachers informed me that you have not been attending your classes, is this true?” The Professor interrogated, but you knew that lying couldn’t save you from a telepath.

“Yep, it’s true. The change of scenery’s just a little overwhelming, you know how it is.” You carelessly shrugged and even tried to close to door on them, but Dr. McCoy caught it and looked to the Professor in shock.

“Yes, well, maybe we could work on that. Why don’t you follow me to your next class? It really would be best for you to keep up with your studies. Maybe you’ll even make some new friends?” Professor Xavier wouldn’t give up on you, which was both comforting and exhausting. With a roll of your eyes, you peeled off one of your gloves and slapped yout hand against the wooden wall.

“Oh, no.” You deadpanned. “I’m stuck.” The two adults exchanged exhausted glances and stared at you in silence, you doing the same. You obviously were a stubborn kid, the Professor had seen this a hundred times before. But it gave him an idea, he knew the perfect candidate for a long lasting friendship, now he just needed you to quit all these games.

“Hank? Would you..?” Xavier politely suggested his friend’s assistance without outright saying it, so you were just a little puzzled when Hank stepped inside your room.

“Brace yourself, y/n.” He pushed his glasses up before planting his feet and grabbing you by each shoulder. Your eyebrows conjoined out of pure confusion, but just like that you were unstuck from the wall. He...okay, he was strong? That would have been good to know. Maybe they should have started with that before yanking you off of a hard surface. There were a few chunks of wood still connected to your hand, you’d have to pick them off later. “I suggest you put the glove back on, y/n. Wouldn’t want to get stuck again now, would you?” Hank gave you a forced smile and waited for you to do the right thing.

“Fine.” You pulled the glove over your hazardous skin and picked up your backpack. “If you insist, I’ll try out a class.” You huffed and dragged your feet across the hardwood floor, bringing joy to the Professor’s face. Maybe he enjoyed the suffering of mutant children.

“Splendid, this way.” He wheeled himself beside you, giving you a pep talk the whole way through the halls. “I do think you’ll like it here, you just have to give it a chance. Everyone here has something in common, that’s what makes it so great. I know it’s not easy having to leave the comfort of a familiar lifestyle, but life has a funny way of coming together, you’ll see.” You observed the decor that you’d ignored time and time again as you kept your head down and shuttled yourself from one place to another.

“Yeah, right.” You scoffed and stood in front of your classroom. It was already embarrassing showing up for class late in normal school, all eyes on you and everything. Was it any different in mutant school? Well, you were on your way to find out. The room went silent as the door crept open, you and the Professor entered with, you figured, all eyes on you.

“Class, some of you may know y/n, some of you may not. Please make them feel welcome here, I trust that you will.” Xavier took a quick look around the room and, just as he suspected, there was a vacant seat next to a mutant he had in mind. “Peter, raise your hand, please. Y/N, take the seat next to Peter. Enjoy the rest of your class, students!” The Professor exited as the rest of the class said their goodbyes in unison, it nearly gave you a headache, but you made it to your seat next to Peter and dropped all of your stuff with a thud.

“Peter Maximoff, nice to meet you. What’s with the gloves?” The silver-haired boy asked with a hand out to shake, with you reluctantly accepted. He didn’t seem so bad.

“I stick to things.” You answered in simplest form. “Aren’t you a little young to have gone gray?” You cocked an eyebrow while admiring Peter’s dime-silver locks that were almost distracting.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you rush growing up.” Peter chuckled, running his fingers through the knots. “I’m a super-speeder. It just sort of happened. I don’t mind it, though, I think it’s sexy.” He shamelessly admitted, getting a genuine laugh out of you. Maybe he was one of the better people here, who knows?

“Whatever you say, Maximoff.” You leaned back in your seat, facing front to at least appear to be focusing, but you snuck a few glaces at the mutant one seat over. He, on the other hand, made his looks overt. The entire class period, his eyes were on you.

After that class period, you actually ended up enjoying your classes. The Professor checked up on your personal attendance often, chuckling to himself abour how simple his plan was.

“Do you really think it was a good idea to introduce y/n to Peter? Of all the people here?” Hank’s concern showed that he cared. Everyone here wanted the best for you, it was easier to see now more than ever.

“I had to start somewhere.” Xavier justified, which was actually pretty reasonable. There was no right way to deal with all these unique kids who had been through so much already. All he knew for sure was that they needed to feel supported, something he had absolutely no issue with.

Meanwhile, as your final bell rang...

You gasped when a gust of wind blew right past you. It wasn’t the wind that stared you, it was the obnoxious teen mutant that followed.

“Hi,” Peter awkwardly waved, then backed up to stand beside you, placing his hand on your middle back to lead you around the mansion going...well, who knows where you’re going? Not you, that’s for sure, “so hear me out. I think that we are like, the perfect pair. Wouldn’t you agree? Don’t answer that, I already know you’ll say ‘yes.’”

“Is there a point to this, ‘Quickie?’” An evil smile formed from your lips as Peter pushed a bit harder on your back, getting you to speedwalk with him.

“Hey!” I told you that story in confidence!” You stifled laughter and waited for him to continue. “Anyways, I’m gonna get straight to the point before you pull another fast one on me, my point? Well, yeah, my point...” He used his free hand you tap at his chin, then completely halted.

“Did you forget why you came here to talk to me?” You gave a disappointed shake of your head, but still seemed quite amused. The buzzing of kids around you didn’t even faze you, you’d just realized you were too focused on peter to even care.

“Can you maybe go over what I’ve said so far? It’ll jog my memory.” His request made you groan, but you did as he asked nevertheless.

“You said, ‘Hi. Hear me out. We’re the perfect pair. You agree. I told you that in confidence.’” At least your paraphrasing skills were on point.

“Right! Okay, okay. Back on track.” He continued on course, easing up on speed by just a pinch. “So me and you, right? Does that sound crazy? ‘Cause to me, that sounds pretty awesome. I mean, we are the hottest people at this school, we’d be unstoppable.” You’d finally started to piece together his ramblings.

“Are you asking me out or...something?” You tilted your head to analyze his lipless grin and raised eyebrows, was he clamming up?

“...Yyyyyes?” Peter finally admitted, finally showing his teeth through a smile.

“Alright, well...yeah, okay. We’re dating now.” You didn’t accept in the most conventional way, but you did accept, which counted for something.

“Really?!” Peter gasped. “Can I...can I kiss you?” Asking was everything, especially when you risk getting stuck to the other person. I mean, he wouldn’t mind being stuck to you, but he was a little hungry.

“I’m not gonna lie, Pete, we’re gonna need a lot of baby oil. It’s not gonna be pretty.” You made him burst into laughter upon the thought. “It’s not funny!” You playfully slapped his arm. “Where were you leading me, anyways?”

“Oh, nowhere in particular.” He explained through his wheezing. “I just really do not like standing still.”

taglist: @locke-writes // @randomawesomeperson102 // @captainshazamerica // @ravenmoore14 // @thisetaernallove //

[redrose-arrow]

Duncan x Halt anon back here again to elaborate on some other points!!! Firstly I’d like to say: TY FOR LISTENING TO MY RANTING MWAH MUCH LOVE <3 AND TO THE QPR CROWLEY/HALT/DUNCAN ANON: GALAXY BRAIN TAKE IM SO INVESTED IN HEARING MORE (particularly about Halt working for morgarath before meeting Crowley and Duncan......I GASPED WHEN I READ THAT. ITS SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA)

ANYWAY TO THE ELABORATION: The thing about Halt & Duncan, AKA the Thing that gave me the ship idea, is that Duncan seems to find Halt’s disregard for authority more amusing than anything. In one of the Brotherband books there’s this exchange between Duncan, a few of the Brotherband members, & Gilan:

“And if you think these two are bad, you should see Halt. He’s a senior Ranger and he shows no respect for me at all.”

“That’s not quite true, sir,” Gilan interjected. “He has enormous respect for you, so long as you agree with him.”

“Yes. That’s true. [...] Alright,” [Duncan] said at length, “let me think about what we’ve discussed here.” He looked at Gilan. “I’m still inclined to the idea of sending you with some reasonable force.”

Gilan shrugged. “That’s all right, sir. You’ll soon see the light of reason.”

Duncan sighed. “I suppose so.”

So the whole “we know better than you” thing the Rangers have going on doesn’t bother Duncan enough for him to get upset about it—I think it’s like a joke between all the Rangers and Duncan, that they (Halt especially) serve the King in an official capacity, but beyond that they’ll basically just do whatever the hell they want because 1) they’re skilled enough & smart enough to do it, and 2) Duncan knows that whatever they’re doing it’s for a good reason, and ultimately it’ll turn out better for everyone. And I think Rangers are quite high-ranking, actually, if they answer ONLY to the king (are they above barons? It’s not clear but it feels like they’re definitely up there), so all of that combined means that Rangers in general would get a lot more leeway from the king than a knight or even a baron might get. And Halt isn’t just any Ranger, he’s one of the twelve who helped Duncan regain control of his kingdom & win a war against Morgarath (TWICE), AND if I’m pairing this with my AU where Duncan knows Halt is ex-royalty then Duncan beyond a doubt sees the man as an equal—though I‘d say he sees him as an equal regardless of whether or not he knows about his royal background specifically because of all the crap he’s let Halt get away with lmao. We also saw in the infamous banishment scene, Duncan was more than willing to let Halt off the hook, but his chamberlain insisted that the rules be upheld for the sake of preserving his authority; which is obviously what Halt was banking on. So essentially it seems to me like Halt and Duncan are very good friends but they can’t make it LOOK like they’re friends (or make it look like Duncan doesn’t mind Halt doing questionable stuff) for the sake of appearances or whatever, so in public they’ll act their part of royal-leader-and-loyal-follower but behind closed doors it’s no harm, no foul. (Duncan gives off the vibe of like, someone who has to ACT formal to uphold tradition but really doesn’t care either way? Like someone who maybe didn’t want to be king in the first place but stepped up because it was expected of him & there was no one better to take the throne, but because he was never 100% invested in being king he doesn’t care about the etiquette or whatever—which is what I’d imagine Halt would’ve been like as a king BUT THAT’S A WHOLE OTHER STORY, MOVING ON) Halt will do a bunch of illegal sh*t and Duncan will look the other way because by now, he knows the man well enough to know that he’s doing it for a good cause and his methods may be questionable but he gets 👏 it 👏 DONE. And really, who is he to get in the way of good results? (I mean, he’s the king, but whatever. Halt can get good results without TOO much chaos so it’s all fair game, as far as Duncan’s concerned)

That’s not to say Halt doesn’t respect Duncan at all—Duncan’s put his foot down on a few occasions, most notably when it comes to his family. Whenever it’s a matter of keeping Cassandra or even the late Queen Rosalind safe, he was very firm in his instructions about keeping them safe and the Rangers never defied his orders when his back was turned. They may have negotiated or tried to reason with him, but he had the final say and they all (Halt included) respected it. So there’s just a lot of mutual respect & understanding abt where they stand with one another and I just LOVE IT SO MUCH THEYRE GREAT

ANYWAY WANNA HEAR ABOUT MY HC OF WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HALT’S SISTER DIES AND DUNCAN FINDS OUT BEFORE HIM BC WHENEVER SOMEONE ROYAL DIES THE NEIGHBOURING KINGDOMS ARE ALERTED????

(I've said it before and I'll say it again: it's Duncan-dealing-with-his-Rangers-appreciation time).

I wanted to post this right away because it plays into @vilewile 's reblog of your earlier ask but to be quite honest I am rather speechless and overwhelmed and processing but it's only because it's all so good???? You made me go from 1 to 10 on the shipping scale with two asks and now I cannot let go. Imma need to come up with my own headcanons soon........

about that last thing in all caps - ANON I LITERALLY SCREAMED WHEN I READ THAT OF COURSE I WANT TO HEAR THAT

and of course you're more than welcome!!! I genuinely love reading these all and I'm honoured that my inbox is your outlet ahaha :)

[jasmine-tea-latte]

(Some of) My Favorite Zutara fics

Warning, looong post ahead!

Zutara Fanworks Appreciation Week snuck up on me, so sadly I haven’t had time to properly contribute anything. I’d love to participate next year or maybe even before then (I play by my own rules, folks!)

Still, though. I wanted to at the very least pay tribute to some of my all-time favorite Zutara fanfics that I’ve enjoyed and have inspired me over the years.

(Click here for my post on Self-Love Saturday, where I shamelessly promote my series The Phoenix and the Dragon and share a bit of backstory behind how it came to be in the first place.)

I’ve shipped Zutara ever since Fall 2006, and I have been fortunate to read so many excellent fanfics since then.

Some have made me laugh, others made me sob, others straight up made my heart burn like it was shot full of lightning:

So in honor of @zkfanworkweek​, below are 13 of my favorite Zutara fanfics, in no particular order:

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Rated G(eneral)/T(een)

Engulfed by Luaburachid

Zuko finds himself engulfed by love.

A sweet one-shot of our favorite firebender discovering how deep his feelings are for a certain waterbender. It’s just pure fluff and always brings a smile to my face.

 we hold our hearts in silence by psychedelic_aya

Seventy years later, Korra tries to figure out Zuko and Katara.

Oh, this one is so bittersweet but oh so good. It alternates between flashbacks and Korra’s POV watching an older Zuko and Katara interact. Just… ugh. My heart.

 Day 6: Found by SooperSara

When Sokka comes up with an idea to get rid of Joo Dee, Katara finds herself in the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se with a tea server she did not expect to meet.

I love a good Jasmine Dragon AU where Katara / the Gaang actually interacts with Zuko while he’s undercover as Lee from the tea shop instead of what happened in “The Guru.” This is so much fun to read, and my only complaint is that it’s not longer.

 Celestial by SooperSara

An unexpected dip into the koi pond at the North Pole brings Zuko in contact with the spirits and grants him insight to his destiny. A destiny he isn’t sure he wants.

Another by the talented SooperSara! Actually, you should check out all of her stuff. It’s all so good, and I absolutely adore this one. It’s pretty canon-compliant and the ending… oh, the ending makes me tearbend. Ma’am, I’m still weepy.

 this little fuse we lit made something in you by SecondStarOnTheLeft

There's a secret door in the wall of Katara's room. Things go a little further than planned, once she opens it.

What happens when Katara discovers a secret tunnel (secret, secret, secret tunnel, yeah!) that leads directly to the Fire Lord’s bedroom? Reading this fic is like settling down to drink a hot cup of Iroh’s tea – it’s soothing, sweet, and thoroughly warms the soul.  

 Dancing in the Dark by damagectrl

Post-Season 2 AU: While in Ba Sing Se, Katara and Toph hear a rumor about two tea servers in the lower tiers of Ba Sing Se and sneak away go to investigate only to have their suspicions confirmed. On her personal time, Katara tries to teach herself to dance and fails so badly, a masked man takes pity on her to try to help.

This is one most OGs will probably remember. It’s also one of the first ZK fics I ever read, back when I was a wee lil bb Zutarian! It was originally posted in Oct. 2006 and takes place between “Appa’s Lost Days” and “Lake Laogai.” One of my all-time favorite Bluetara AND Jasmine Dragon AUs. Heck, all of damagectrl’s works are fantastic reads, for that matter. I highly recommend checking them out, especially this classic.

 such selfish prayers by andromeda3116

Katara's ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

There’s a reason why this fic is one of the highest rated on AO3, if not THE highest. It does right by Katara and gives her the ending she deserves. 10/10 would recommend.

 better than things dreamed of in the forest by catie_writes_things (SERIES)

As a child, Bumi knew: his mother was a waterbender, his father was an airbender, and he was a firebender. Something about these facts did not add up, but it would take him a long time to understand.

Hands down, one of the most heartbreaking fics / series I’ve ever read. The author describes this as the adultery fic for people who hate adultery fics, and it certainly packs an emotional punch in the gut. Personally, I’m not one for the “Zuko and Katara have an affair while she’s with Aang” fics in general, but this one examines the fallout caused by a single night of passion and all of the consequences that stem from it, especially how the ripple effect of their choices impacts everyone. Even though it breaks my heart all over again every time I reread it, I can’t recommend it highly enough. 

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(More fics, several with high ratings, are listed below the cut)

Rated M(ature)/E(xplicit)

Moonlight and Sunshadow by GrapefruitTwostep

The dragon offered Katara a deal: protection for her family and tribe if she lived with it for a year and a day. And she said yes. Because what other way was there to save her people? But there was more to the dragon than Katara bargained for. An "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" retelling.

A fairy tale AU in which Zuko is cursed to live as a dragon and Katara is certainly no damsel in distress. You’ve probably heard some version of the original fairy tale before that this fic is inspired by, and it’s such a delight to read.

 The Blackfish and the Dragon by ama

Katara grew up in the Southern Water Tribe under the tutelage of Hama, the only waterbender ever to have escaped Fire Nation captivity. When Zuko arrives at the South Pole, seeking the Avatar, they are more than ready to defend him. Then one day, the Southern Water Tribe receives a petition for peace, and a proposal of marriage.

One of the best arranged marriage AUs I’ve come across. Iroh is crowned Fire Lord after defeating Ozai, and Katara must find some way to peacefully coexist with her hotheaded new husband as she also finds a place for herself in the Fire Nation.

 Confused by thispieceofwork

Zuko stood. "You told Aang you were confused. Are you confused because of me?" Katara was silent, arms crossed in front of her. "Don't make me answer that."

Starts during “The Ember Island Players” where Zuko overhears Aang and Katara’s private conversation on the balcony. This is another fic that will shatter your heart into a million pieces but it’s oh so worth it in the end.

 A Heated Exchange by Smediterranea (SERIES)

Katara had not considered herself to be someone who would have earth-shattering sex with a guy whose name she didn’t even know. But here she was, certain that she had never made a better decision in her life.

An AU two-part series of Katara getting familiar with a certain handsome guy who lives down the hall in her college dorm. It’s funny, cute, and cuddling while watching Planet Earth has never been hotter.

 Bonus day: Tea Shop by cincilin

"Hello and welcome to the Jasmine Dragon. Today's special is—" he cut himself of with a sharp intake of breath, at the same moment that Katara placed the voice and looked up.

'He has hair.' was her first thought. Then the rest of her brain caught up with her and she started to get up, sending Momo scrambling to hide under the table. Season 2 AU, during "The Guru."

I told y’all, I *LOVE* a good Jasmine Dragon AU fic, and this one-shot checks all the boxes: heart-to-heart conversations? Witty dialogue and banter? Bending match that turns into a makeout and something steamier? It’s got it all.

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This was only going to be a list of maybe 5-7fic recs, but well… oops. I also kept the above list to completed works only, just because this post is already long enough.

Several of my other favorites that get honorable mention include:

Thinking Out Loud (WIP)

The Summit (WIP)

Sparrowkeet (Series)

Purr

The Nature of the Blue Spirit

Rhythm of the Rain

Fault Lines

Clarity

Seriously, there are just SO MANY good Zutara fics out there. I had to cut myself off from adding even more, because I could go on and on and on. Much like Admiral Zhao, I have no. self. control. 

I love you all, my fellow Zutarians ❤️💙💜 Mwah! Happy ZFAW! 

[interstellix]

to those who made my 2020 a little better,

i just wanted to let each one of you know that you mean tons to me and that you truly have, in one way or another, made this year better. i’ll be honest, 2020 was just not it for me, a whole lot of shit happened and i’ve had countless of days where i’ve been too tired in ways i can’t explain. at the same time though, good things have happened as well, one of them being the people i’ve met on tumblr; some of you i’ve been friends with since before, some of you i got to know this year and some of you even very very recently. still, i can’t thank these people enough because they’ve all been part of making this year less shitty than it would’ve been otherwise. thus, i wanted to at least let the mentioned ones know that they’re the ones part of that

now, i’m really not good with words, and i absolutely Hate being sappy, yet that’s exactly what i’m being here fjkdfk. i’m deadass out here cringing at my own words but please bear with me this one time LMAOO.

tldr; ily and u’re all v v precious people to me

@ohmyhao i don't think i'll ever be able to explain just how precious you are to me, no joke :( i'm almost 100% you're the one who's been sticking around my blog(s) since the very start and i want you to know that, even if we don't talk as often, i'm grateful for each and every day knowing i deadass have someoone like you around. i mean, i'll be honest, i still question your choice of favorite haikyuu characters because oi🤮kawa bUT!! i'll forgive you bc!! you're literally among the cutest people i've ever come across (don't even think of arguing with me this time), you're no joke one of the reasons i continued staying on tumblr and getting to know you is something i'll always feel blessed over 🥰

@kachulein LOL OK i could go on for hours and hours here, mostly because of how many and all the different things we talk about stuff that just shouldn't see the light of the world included. talking to you is something that never fails to make me feel happy but also incredibly at ease; i really, really want you to know that something i’m incredibly grateful for is how i’m comfortable enough with you to be able to talk about things i otherwise just can’t :( aside from that, listen, 99% of our conversation have me wheezing my throat off, like it can get weird af but it still has me laughing. something else i’m really happy is when you put in your two cents in our conversation, i’ve said it before but as someone who struggles with seeing things from more than one perspective, i really admire hearing about your own! all in all, i love you tons and tons, you’re an incredible person through and through and i truly appreciate the time i get to talk to you!

@starryarles i don’t think i tell you this enough but?? mae?? i literally love you so much, legit l-o-mae-l??? i still laugh my ass of looking back at the time you found my other blog and i had to guess which one of my mutuals you were LMAOO listen the panic fjijfkjk. anyway, i absolutely adore every message, ask and comment i receive from you, no joke i always get really happy from each one of them and tbh?? during that long period of time we didn’t talk i genuinely thought you hated me or something HAHAH. turns out that that was not true at all or so i hope and not to sound like a sap but i’m deadass overjoyed that we started talking again. and really, you’re way, way too supportive, i literally don’t deserve how much love i’ve received from you even but please know that i’m grateful for every bit of it and that i love you stupid much and hope we can have another good year together :’)

@milkteandhan you?? are also?? one of the few who have been dealing with my ass literally from the very start?? because i seriously can’t remember having been on tumblr without you around?? BUT ALSO YOU LITTLE SHIT IDGI you bully me to the ends of the fucking world but for some reason?? i still love you?? >:(( ok but jokes aside, i really do love you a lot, i mean i love you as much as you make me suffer and that? that’s a lot :) you drop by my inbox with either the cutest/funniest message or pictures that make me wanna dig my grave but either way, they always make me smile like a fucking moron and listen LISTEN. i really wanna explain to you how much you mean to me but idk where to start bc i can’t. literally just can’t. find the words for that. but all i can say is that meeting you is something i’ll thank any and every damn god out there for and i’m not even religious, like at all fjkdjfkd so yeah. mwah

@astronomlns my god you bitch you bully me almost on the daily and then you?? have the audacity to deny it?? but! that said, i don’t mind lol. one of my biggest regret what goes my “”online-life”” is the awfully long time we didn’t talk but that’s also why i’m mad happy that we actually do now, almost every day even. i’ve already said this before but have the friendly reminder that you’re among the few that i feel really safe when talking. we’ve also pointed out this before but it’s almost been two whole years since we became friends and i hope you can stick with my shit for another whole year. again, you bully me a lot, but i still love you a whole damn lot, never forget that

@lixchannie i’ll be flat out honest, idk what the hell i’m supposed to say here. despite all bullshit that has happened you’ve been there with me this entire, entire time ever since we became friends and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to explain how thankful i am for that. we don’t talk every day and imy when we don’t lmao but tbh i’m fine with that because i’m genuinely glad knowing that i even get to have someone like you in my life. so yeah don’t leave me bc i’ll deadass hunt you to the end of the world

the rest of the “”kin-gang”” like some like to call it @bubbleskz @berryyyyyy @skzbbie we don’t talk as often, v v rarely actually but i want y’all to know that i don’t appreciate and love you any less than i did before we started somewhat losing touch. i don’t like sounding cheesy and shit fjkfkds but let it slide this time, the times we do talk are times i treasure more than i can explain, deadass. i feel like i don’t tell you this enough but you guys are better friends than i could ever ask for. again, we don’t talk as much, but 2020 would’ve sucked a thousand times more if we didn’t talk a lot, so thank you tons for being part of it and i hope you’ll be there for 2021 too :’)

@soulkhunscompass LISTEN. listen. i’ll say it, i’ll just fucking say it: i don’t deserve you at fucking all :///// you’re way too sweet to me, talking to you always makes me smile and laugh, esp when you promise making me food one day ffjdkfjkds. but somehow?? at the same time, and idk how you do it, but somehow SOMEHOW you never fail to make me feel appreciated whenever you tell me sweet ass things. ‘in return’, never forget that both that and you are something i appreciate way way more k >:( and also >:(( never forget that i love you so much, literally more than i love how the corner of felix’s eyes crinkle up whenever he smiles and that’s,,, that’s a damn lot tbh 👉👈

@chwe-yeeun honestly i’m lowkey sobbing while writing this. you’re one of those i only got to know this year, in fact just a few months ago but nonetheless, you’re still one of those i treasure a whole damn lot. like you said, you love making me suffer with pretty boys, it hurts but it’s still funny lmao, i appreciate but also feel bad whenever you have to deal with my bullshit whenever i come crying to you over eric those pretty boys, aNd ThE tImEs yOu SeNd ThAt CuTe HuG?? i return them all, like fr take my heart i don’t need it, it’s your for the taking like literally fuck it. moral of the story, i love you tons and thank you for being there with and for me :’)

@riskyrenjun i might as well start off and say that i fucking screeched when i saw you in my notifs and mention my content on your blog bc?? the queen herself?? noticed me?? wtf?? and i’ll be honest, i’ve been following you for a good while and for the longest time ever i wanted to hit you up bc you’ve literally always seemed so precious sO?? dO YOU EVEN KNOW??? hoW hAPPY i am?? that we actually?? are friends?? i’ve done nothing to deserve that but here we are fjkflkd. i saw your end-of-the-year post, i’m sorry i haven’t responded to it and that i’ve been so shit at talking lately, but i promise i’ll try to get better at it lmao so!!! i hope you’ll still stick around with me at that point because i can be really fucking damn annoying 🥺 long story short pray for a good 2021 bc you’ll probably regret ever even wanting to talk to me once we’ve become closer lol <3

there are a few other friends and mutuals i wanna include here; i don’t talk as much with some of y’all, others are people i’m still getting to know but nevertheless, i want you to know that meeting each one of you here on this hellsite is a blessing in itself and that it’s one of the things i’m happy 2020 has actually given me :’)

@0325-4419 @marculees @jwisungchan @stealerz @ciiikb @zoey-angel-istaeminsbitchnow @yangles @violethhj @littlefallenrebel  

alllso to dear dc servers: @planteii @joey-yellow-county @sakura-writes-stuff @bound-writings @koukounuts @classicalsylph  the rest of the server bc i’m struggling really hard to find them // @crimsoncitrus @everythingsinred and the rest of that server because again i’m struggling to find the url to the rest fjdkfkd; i’m not particularly active in neither but i still want you to know that i’m very grateful for being able to be part of two v v warm and welcoming servers, so thank you for that 🥺

[jtrbluv]

“F 2020!” - TXT

it’s 3:30am and i’m 2 lazy to make a header so here’s yoongi, i promise i have nicer handwriting

wow, i literally have no idea where to start. it’s almost my three year anniversary of being on this hellsite, but i think i can definitely say that 2020 has probably been one of my favorite years by far, and i am really grateful for it. i think 2020 was a year i was able to improve a lot in my writing despite not producing and releasing a lot of content. quarantine finally allowed me to actually sit down and focus on writing more than i ever have before, and shit, it felt good! it finally felt like i was able to write for myself and not just to please others, and it felt so rewarding rawr (•̀ᴗ•́)و

to all my followers, thank you all so so much. each and every single one of you are a huge reason as to why i’m still here and continue to write. all the likes, reblogs, comments, asks, and more mean the absolute world to me and other writers as well. i think as content creators we can all say that we all go back and scroll through all your messages. thank you for continuing to support me and hopefully i can manage to gift more fics to you this year! luv u all so much <33

to all my mutuals, whether we’ve talked once, twice, never, or a lot, thank you so much for letting me into your world! i really appreciate and luv each and every one of you and always enjoy seeing you all around my dash, we love 2 see it!! i wish you all the best and pls never hesitate to talk to me, i’ll always be here through but especially to support you and hype you all up!! >:) <33

i was going to tag people, but i don’t wanna risk missing anyone T-T. hopefully, you all know who you are :)) just know i luv u fr

lastly, here are some sappy ass luv letters to some of you in particular, sry in advance 🥶🥶

@koushiningg - yeah, of course your ass is going first. hey jae bae, bestie 4L, partner-in-crime, the one person who’s read every, and i mean EVERY single one of my fics. it irks me how much you’re always able to write out your feelings towards the people you care about, bc i SUCK at it! so yes, thank you so much for just being you, i’ll write u a sappy long letter for ur grad email but for now, thank u so much for putting up with my dumbass, listening to me ramble abt the ideas i get at the asscrack of dawn, reading my fics, supporting me in everything that i do. i love u sm fr. here is to the year that we’ve been waiting for, 2021. let’s make it our year.

@taehyungieskith - mika bae........ to think that you were still a local this year is so silly to think abt, i still remember us in the 400s and me giving u song recs in the band room GAHAHDHAJ. i love the little book club type shit we be doing, i always love ur recs duh wtf. thank u twin for always hyping up my stuff and thank god u arent on wattpad anymore mhm love u twin jumi #2 fr

@viopera - VIO!!! we’ve met recently but it feels like i’ve known u for awhile now. literally i’m so happy cuz i remember telling u to write fics and u were straight up like “no.” and now here we are RAWR! u should know this by now and u probably do but i will always be ur #1 supporter and eternal beta-reader. i hope you’re feeling better and ily my fav corpse stan and bad bitch!!!!

@bangtans-peaceful-piegon - AHH PIDGE!!! if i can remember correctly, you were one of the first people i actually talked to on the fic hub server and wow you are just the cutest and literal sweetest thing. we clicked so easily and the vibes u give off are just absolutely impeccable. i love u and i’m always here for u !!! <33

@sugacouture - AYO MEI!!! istg we literally just started talking frfr like a couple days ago but it’s like i’ve known u for years, like wtf. we literally have the same humor and vibes and it’s been rly swag talking to u. i am also more than happy to be ur eternal beta-reader and header helper if that wasn’t already clear duh <3 yeah you are so cute and you write so well that it’s unfair. mhm. unfair. *inserts that one taekook photo* love u, i’ll kidnap u and we’ll get boba and pho <3

@dreamystuffers - RACH!!!!!! rach you truly mesmerize me bc you are so freaking multi-talented, it leaves me in awe. i’m so happy you’ve continued to do what you do luv!! i will always be here and supporting u thru whatever u do!!! luv u sm!! <33

@tatastaetae - marria bby! hi!! ik we don’t talk that much but when we do you’re always such a joy to talk to! the range in ur fics is insane and i always love 2 see it! love u sm and i’m always here for u luv (i swear i’ll be more active on servers wjdjsjjds)

@pjmsdior - bella!!! we haven’t talked for that long either but i always love meeting fil moots!!! you are the sweetest thing and just know that i’ll always be here for u if u need anyone to talk to!!! if i was rich, i’d buy us both new phones in a heartbeat bc our phone literally hate us and for WHAT. kk luv u bella mwah <3

@suhdays - MO! oh my i rly do mean it when i say that u have got to be one of the sweetest and most genuine ppl i’ve met so far this year on this hellsite. ty for making me feel so welcome on the discord servers and networks despite me not being super active on there. when i do get money, i do wish to buy from your etsy shop T-T ,, you are literally the best and deserve the world mo, love u !

@jinpanman - mai! hiii!!! i know we don’t talk much but i’d just like to thank u for the sheer kindness and sweetness you’ve always treated me with! on the occasions that we do talk, you are such a sweetheart omg. ur fics are absolutely to die for and ilysm bby <3

@softguks - AHHDHJE LAUR! when i save u best 4 last <3. we’ve honestly barely interacted at all but you are the most sweetest thing ever, you make my heart full!!! i hope we’re able to interact more in the future and that u come back soon!

- ur local laur luvbot

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Happy Sune’s Day

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Beau yawned as she shambled tiredly down the stairs of the Xorhaus, scratching at her stomach and looking through half lidded eyes to keep from crashing into anyone. She had a flash of red and pink and frowned, wincing, then forced her eyes open all the way. It took a moment for her half asleep brain to recognize what she was seeing but, as it did, her eyes widened in horror.

“Oh, shit,” she hissed.

The entire hallway was awash in pink and white and red, paper hearts and curled streamers hanging from the ceiling and walls. She glanced to the right into the living room and there were paper hearts taped to the walls in a heart shape with hearts littering the floor too. She turned to the left into the kitchen and there was a curtain of strings covered in heart beads blocking the room from her sight. She stepped through the beaded curtain and sighed in relief when she didn’t saee a single heart inside, but she did see Caleb sitting at the table and frowning at a mug of coffee, Nott sitting at his side and cutting a shape that was definitely not a heart out of red paper, Yasha leaning against the mantle of the roaring fireplace, and Fjord sitting across the table from them and giving Beau a commiserating smile.

“Caduceus put his foot down and said no decorations in here or the kitchen,” Fjord said when he saw the relief on her face. “Fire hazard.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

Fjord shrugged. “It’s Sune’s Day. I guess it’s just a Menagerie Coast thing, but it’s basically just a celebration of love and romance. Apparently, Jester’s a big fan.”

The beads behind her clattered as someone moved quickly through them and Jester grinned, lighting up the entire room. “Happy Sune’s Day!” she cheered. She stepped up beside Beau and laid a paper heart necklace over her head and it got caught on her ear. Jester leaned over and pressed her lips against Beau’s cheek. “Mwah!” She thankfully turned away from Beau before she could see the dark flush rising on her cheeks and the tips of her ears and hurried over to the fireplace to lean up on her tiptoes to lay one over Yasha’s head and press a kiss to her chin since it was all that she could reach. Yasha smiled softly and accepted the necklace and kiss gratefully. “Happy Sune’s Day!” She laid another necklace over Fjord’s head as well and kissed his cheek too. “Mwah!” She went to Caleb next and kissed his temple and then Nott and kissed the top of her head.

Beau watched her with wide eyes and then finally reached up to unhook the necklace from her ear and let it settle around her neck. “Jes, what is this exactly?”

“It’s Sune’s Day! A wholesome celebration of romantic and platonic love. And I just love you all so, so much!”

“Romantically or platonically?” Nott asked, grinning with pointed teeth.

Jester giggled and winked. “That’s for me to know.”

Caduceus stepped out of the kitchen already wearing a paper necklace and carrying a plate of pastries, all heart shaped, some with pink and red sprinkles, and some gushing raspberry jam. He sat the plate on the table and leaned down so that Jester could kiss his cheek.

Caleb looked at the pastries wearily. “H-How are we meant to celebrate?” he asked, picking up the pastry that seemed the least sweet and brushing off a dusting of sprinkles.

Jester shrugged and sat down at the table on his other side. “Like this. Kids sometimes make cards for their friends but I made these necklaces instead. And you eat heart shaped candy but I searched like all week and I couldn’t find any heart shaped anything in this city. And then for couples and stuff they go all out. They go on dates and give presents and flowers and then they go home and have lots of sex on a pile of rose petals with candles and chocolate sauce. My momma used to get all kind of presents and candy from her admirers and she would give a special Sune’s Day performance with love songs and people would throw roses at her feet.” She said happily. “I always wanted someone to be romantic with on Sune’s Day. Maybe next year.” Before anyone could respond, she jumped back up to her feet, snatched up a pastry with raspberry filling leaking out the side, and started skipping towards the beaded curtain. “Well, I’m gonna go finish decorating the War Room.”

Beau waited until she disappeared out the doorway and then turned sharply to the others. “Guys, I think we need to do something for Jester today.”

Caleb frowned curiously and tilted his head, his mouth half full of pastry. “Like what?”

“Did you see how sad she was? We need to do some of those romantic things for her.”

“Have sex with her on a pile of roses and chocolate sauce?” Nott asked.

Beau’s neck felt hot and she shook her head. “No, fucking- The other stuff. We can get her flowers and shit if it’ll make her happy.”

Fjord cleared his throat. “I actually saw something in a store the other day that I thought she might like but I didn’t buy it at the time. I can go get it.”

“There's no sun here,” Caduceus said mildly. “No sun, no flowers.”

“Fuck!” Beau hissed. “Where can we find flowers?” She pondered it for a moment, then turned to Caleb with a smirk. “How many times a day can you do that transportation circle thing?”

He blinked and then understanding dawned on his face. “What are you thinking? Zadash or Nicodranus?”

“Zadash, I think. If we went to Nicodranus we’d need to send a message ahead of us and let them know we were coming. What else, what else can we do?”

“I can play a song on my harp,” Yasha spoke up. “She likes to dance, doesn’t she?”

“I can dance with her,” Caleb offered quietly.

Caduceus looked back at the kitchen. “I have plenty of material left over, I can make a lovely heart shaped cake.”

Nott stood up in her chair. “I’ll keep her distracted while you all get ready! I’m good at keeping secrets.” She gave Beau an obvious significant look and Beau glared at her.

Fjord stood up from the table and came to stand next to Beau. “I’ll go to the store and then meet you two at the palace to walk back together?”

Beau nodded and waved Caleb over. “Let’s set up the circle in your room.” He nodded and stood up to follow her down the hall. They could hear Jester humming loudly from the War Room as they snuck by and ducked quickly into Caleb’s room. Caleb started drawing the circle and Beau leaned against the door to keep Jester from wandering in and she could hear Nott and Jester talking through the wood. “Nott’s distracting her. Let’s hurry.”

He finished the circle with a dramatic flourish that made Beau roll her eyes and it started to glow. He stepped in first and she followed close behind. They arrived at the Cobalt Soul with little fanfare and Beau, in her gray Expositor vestiges, was let through the building with ease. They blinked into the sunlight as they stepped outside, it had been a week without the sun and the heat against their skins felt refreshing as they made their way to the Pentamarket. 

The flower store seemed like the kind of place Jester would love and Beau made a mental note to bring her back here next time they were in town. It was a little brick, one story building sandwiched between two taller brownstones, looking diminutive between them with a small little garden out front and window boxes hanging in front of the picture windows. The only reason they knew it was a flower shop and not a kind witch’s urban vacation cottage was the sign on the roof that read ‘Harietta’s Flowers’ in hand painted red.

Beau and Caleb exchanged a slightly dubious glance but stepped inside, a small bell tingling over their heads as the door opened and closed. The building was bigger than it looked on the outside and it was stuffed full of flowers. One side of the aisle that lead from the front door to the counter was loose flowers, a sort of ‘Build Your Own Arrangement’ setup and the other side was premade bouquets. There was a middle aged halfling woman standing in front of the counter and she looked up at them when the bell rang, her eyes lighting up ecstatically. 

“Oh hello~! Hello, hello, I’m Harrietta, welcome! What can I do for you?”

“A friend of ours celebrates Sune’s Day and we’re looking for flowers for her.”

“Oh, how sweet. I wish every year that it was a more common celebration on this side of the mountains. Good for business. I have some arrangements that will be lovely for it,” she said, waving them forward and leading them through the rows of bouquets. She brought them to a table labeled ‘In The Doghouse’ that had a bouquet with two dozen red and pink roses and another that was a cluster of different flowers formed into the shape of a heart.

“These are apology flowers,” Beau grumbled.

Harrietta shrugged. “That’s just marketing. They’re still lovey-dovey bouquets, they don’t have to be for apologies.” She turned and hurried off back to her desk. “I’ll be waiting for your purchase!”

Beau frowned at the two options laid before her and Caleb cleared his throat, speaking to her quietly. “The roses are pretty standard. I think that Jester would enjoy those. But the heart seems a bit more like Jester, do you think?”

Beau sighed. “Yeah, I- You don’t think that hearts are too… Do you think if I gave her a big heart made out of flowers it might insinuate certain… feelings?”

“We are all doing things for her that would otherwise seem to convey romantic interest. I do not think she will think twice about it if you do not want her to. Do you want her to?”

“I- No! Of course not.” She sneered and picked up the roses. “These. I’ll get her these.”

Caleb shrugged. “It is your gift, it is your decision.”

Beau frowned down at the roses then quickly sat them back down and picked up the heart instead. “Let’s go.” She turned and hurried away before he could respond.

She purchased the heart made out of flowers and then Caleb drew the Rosohna circle out in front of the store and they stepped through quickly. As promised, Fjord was waiting for them outside the palace with a gift wrapped box held under his arm. He gave Beau a kind smile when he saw the flowers she’d picked and she scowled and hid them behind her back. “The fuck you looking at?”

He shrugged but he was still smiling. “Nothing. We heading back?”

Caleb nodded and started walking ahead. “I am sure that Nott is running out of ways to keep her busy.”

Beau brought up the rear, waiting until Caleb and Fjord were chatting quietly ahead of her to pull the flowers out from behind her back to stare down at them in her hands. She gently ran her thumb over the petal of one of the white flowers that she couldn’t name and wondered for a moment what Jester might say if Beau gave it to her romantically. If this wasn’t a group thing, if this was a them thing and she could be honest about the swirling emotions in her chest everytime Jester smiled at her. 

“Beau! Look out!”

Beau looked up and saw a horse, riderless, carriageless, running right towards her. “Fuck!” she exclaimed, throwing herself out of his path of destruction. Her galloped passed her, not even stopping and nearly barreled through a group of school aged drow children who screamed and scattered. 

A portly half orc with a bald head was gasping as he ran too slow after it. “St-” he gasped for breath but didn’t even look at her on the ground. “Stop that- gasp- horse!”

“Motherfucker!” Beau exclaimed, moving to her feet and brushing dust off her pants. Caleb was watching her with wide eyes and then he glanced down at her feet. She frowned and then followed his eyes and saw what was left of her flowers stomped into the cobblestones. She stared at it for a moment and then looked up at the sky, wondering which of the gods were fucking with her right now. “Really? Really, you pieces of shit?” she muttered, then she looked back down at the flowers.

“Beau-” Fjord started, but he cut himself off when Beau shook her head.

“I can’t- I can’t fucking go back empty handed. You guys go home, get started, do your dancing and your gifts and shit, I’ll find something for her in town and catch up.”

“Beau,” Fjord said again when she turned to walk to the shopping district. “I think that Jester would rather have you there than have whatever gift you’re gonna get for her.”

“I can’t- I can’t just do nothing for her when you guys are all doing shit. What if she thinks I didn’t care enough!”

“This is Jester, though. You know that kind of thing doesn’t matter to her. Just fist fight with her in the training room, she loves that shit.”

Caleb reached forward to catch her arm as she passed him by. “Beau… She will understand.”

Beau shook him off. “I won’t be long. Don’t wait for me though. I- Maybe I can find some perfume that smells like cotton candy or something, she’d like that, right? Go, have fun, I’ll be an hour, tops.” They were still frowning at her as she hurried away but she didn’t look back to see if they’d gone. They didn’t follow her, at least.

She got a couple weird looks in the shopping district, but at this point most people knew who she was so no one was too suspicious of the lone human smelling all the perfumes. There was nothing sweet smelling so she moved on to the next store, not really going in with a plan or a wishlist, just hoping to find something that would make Jester smile.

It was hard to tell the passage of time with no sun, but she knew that it was getting late. After it had passed the first hour her chest started to feel tight and it just got worse as the second and third and fourth hours passed her by. She felt like she’d stopped at every shop in the district by the time she was forced to give up. She didn’t have Caleb’s talent with telling the passage of time, but even she could tell that she was creeping up on the sixth hour since she’d left Caleb and Fjord alone in town.She found herself standing at the front door of her own home but she didn’t want to go inside. She shoved her hands into her pockets and started pacing in the road. Most of the windows were dark, her friends probably tired from their festivities and fast asleep, but the room that she shared with Jester still had the flickering orange light of a candle. 

She licked her lips nervously and decided that she didn’t want to set off the chime at the door and instead climbed up the wall to the balcony. She thought about going into their room, explaining herself to Jester and asking for her for forgiveness, but she chickened out and climbed all the way up to the roof, pulling herself up over the wall and meeting Caduceus’s judgemental gaze as she stood up straight and brushed her hands off on her pants.

“What?” she hissed at his frown.

“Jester missed you at the party,” he said, relaxing back on his little makeshift bed and closing his eyes. “She saved you some cake.”

“I couldn’t… I couldn’t find a gift.”

“The gift of your company is all she was asking for.”

Beau waved him off and opened the hatch to climb down silently to the second floor. Just as she was about to walk down to the first floor, her bedroom door opened suddenly and Jester stepped out in her nightgown with an empty cup. 

She blinked at Beau in the darkness and gave her a sad, forced smile. “There you are. We were worried. I… I saved you some cake.”

Beau looked at her owlishly, unsure what she could say or do to fix the emotion in Jester’s eyes. “I… I’m really sorry, Jes. A horse-”

“They told me.”

Beau sighed and turned to face her, running the tips of her fingers nervously over her undercut. “I was looking for something to replace it but… I don’t fucking know. I’m not any good at romantic shit, even pretend romantic shit, I saw some things that I thought you might like but it wasn’t… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Beau, I didn’t need a present.”

“I know! The fucked part of it is that I know that! But the idea of coming back empty handed when everyone else was doing all this nice shit for you- I guess I didn’t think that me by myself was gonna be good enough or whatever.” She cleared her throat hurriedly before her voice cracked. “Did you have fun at least? Yasha said she was gonna play you a song.”

Jester smiled softly. “She did. It was really nice, maybe you can talk her into playing it for you tomorrow.”

Beau reached for the cup in her hand. “Water? I’ll get it for you.”

Jester hesitated but then handed it over to her. “I guess if you’re getting it for me it means that you’ll have to come back to the room and you can’t avoid me all night. Thank you.”

Beau just nodded and hurried down the stairs. She took the few seconds that it took to fill up the cup with cold water from the ice box to try and calm her heart as it tried to beat its way out of her chest. When she went back to the room, the door was cracked slightly and she stepped in to find Jester sitting on Beau’s bed by the window, cast alight in the soft white glow of the moon outside.

She gave Beau a smile as she walked inside and then waved her hand and cast thaumaturgy to shut the door behind her. Beau couldn’t help but laugh a little under her breath. “That’s not locked, you know,” she said, walking over to hand the cup to Jester. “I could still make a break for it.”

“You won’t.” She sounded more sure than Beau felt. She took the cup gratefully and had a small sip as Beau sat down beside her. “You by yourself is enough, Beau. You’re more than enough. I don’t need fancy things when I have you and the others. It was very nice to be treated that way for one day but I would have been just fine if we’d all hung out in the living room together all day and just talked.”

“I know. I just wanted to show you, I guess, how much I… you know... Cared about you.”

“I know already.” Jester sat the cup on Beau’s nightstand and then took one of Beau’s hands in both of hers. “But.. you know… it’s still Sune’s Day for another two hours. If you were still super determined to get me something I have an idea.”

Beau smiled a little and squeezed Jester’s hand. “Alright, shoot.”

“There’s this legend that goes along with Sune’s Day. It says that anybody who has their very first kiss on Her day would be blessed by Her and would be lucky in love for the entire rest of their lives.”

Beau sat there quietly, at first not comprehending the words that Jester was saying and then not believing her own ears. “You- You want me to give you your first kiss? What about Fjord at the- the temple?”

Jester shrugged, unbothered. “I don’t think it counts as a real kiss. And I think Sune would agree with me. Will you give me my very first kiss, Beau?”

“Yeah… I- Yeah, if that’s what you want.”

Jester grinned. “It definitely is!”

Beau cleared her throat and turned herself on the bed to face Jester head on. “How do you wanna do this?”

“Preferably with our two mouths touching,” Jester teased, grinning.

Beau felt reassured by her jovility and rolled her eyes, smiling softly. “Alright, close your eyes.”

Jester did so and puckered up her lips adorably. Beau reached up and laid her free hand against the side of Jester’s face and Jester leaned into it, her puckered lips relaxing as she was unable to suppress a smile. Beau swallowed audibly and leaned forward before she could over think it and pressed her mouth solidly against Jester’s. Her tense shoulders sagged and she held the kiss for several seconds, then started to pull away. 

Jester’s hands released Beau’s and snapped out to grab her by the shoulders. “Wait,” she mumbled against Beau’s mouth and pressed against her more fully and enthusiastically, pressing closer and closer until she was practically sitting in Beau’s lap. She finally pulled away but she didn’t go far and didn’t climb out of Beau’s space. Beau’s eyes opened to look at her face but Jester’s stayed closed for a long moment like she was thinking about something deeply. Finally, her eyes opened and searched for Beau’s, smiling softly when they met in the moonlight. “Thank you,” she said. “I don’t have a lot to compare it to but I think that was a very good kiss.”

“Yeah,” Beau said, feeling breathless. “It was pretty good.”

Jester frowned, offended. “Just pretty good? It was my first kiss, it better have been better than ‘pretty good’.”

Beau laughed. “It was fantastic, Jes. Better?”

Jester grinned and nodded, getting to her feet. “Better.” She picked up her cup and moved it over to her own nightstand. She sighed as she laid down in her bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin. “Good night, Beau. Happy Sune’s Day. I hope you have lots of love for the rest of the year.”

Beau nodded and laid down as well, staring at the ceiling so that she didn’t stare at Jester. “Happy Sune’s Day, Jes. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jester said through a yawn.

Their room fell into silence and Beau must have gone to sleep at some point because she dreamed of being able to kiss Jester over and over whenever they wanted.

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im sorry im just like reall y burned out ffrom the stuff below but know that i love you with mine whole heaert

how does the bastard orphan immigrant decorated war vet unite the colonies through more debt fight the other founding fathers till he has to forfeit have it all lose it all you ready for more yet treasury secretary washington’s the president every american experiment sets a precedent not so fast someone came along to resist him pissed him off until we had a two party system you havent met him yet you havent had the chance cause hes been kickin ass as the ambassador to france well someones gotta keep the american promise, you simply must meet thomas thomas thomas jeffersons coming hoooome thomas jeffersons coming hooooome thomas jeffersons coming hooome thomas jeffersons coming hooooome thomas jeffersons coming home lord hes been off in paris for so long aaaaaa-oooo aaaaaa-ooo france is followin us to revolution there is no more status quo but the sun comes up and the world still spins (aaaa-ooo) i helped lafayette draft a declaration then i said i gotta go i gotta be in montecello and now the work at home begins (aaaa-ooo) SO WHATD I MISS? WHATD I MISS? VIRGINIA MY HOME SWEET HOME I WANNA GIVE YOU A KISS (mwah) IVE BEEN IN PARIS MEETIN LOTS OF DIFFERENT LADIES I GUESS I BASICALLY MISSED THE LATE EIGHTIES I TRAVELED THE WIDE WIDE WORLD AND CAME BACK TO THIS (aaaa-ooo) theres a letter on my desk from the president havent even put my bags down yet sally be a lamb darlin wont you open it it says the presidents assemblin a cabinet and that i am to be the secretary of state GREAT and im already senate approved i just got home and now im headed up to new york (heading to new york, heading to new yorK) lookin at the rolling fields i cant believe that we are free ready to face whatevers awaiting me in NYC well whos waiting for me when i step in the place my friend james madison red in the face he grabs my arm and i respond ‘whats goin on?’ 

Thomas We Are Engaged In A Battle For Our Nation’s Very Soul Can You Get Us Out Of The Mess We’re In Hamilton’s New Financial Plan Is Nothing Less Than Government Control I’ve Been Fighting For The South Alone Where Have You Been? 

uhhhh france? 

We Have To Win 

WELL WHAT’D I MISS? WHATD I MISS? (i come home to this) HEAD FIRST INTO A POLITICAL ABYSS (head first into the abyss) I HAVE MY FIRST CABINET MEETING TODAY (chika-plah) I GUESS I BETTER THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY IM ALREADY ON MY WAY TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS (what did i miss)

missster jefferson welcome hoooMISTER JEFFERSON ALEXANDER HAMILTON

mister jefferson welcome hooome mister jefferson welcome home sir youve been off in paris for so loooooong

WELL WHATD I MISS?

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The Results Journal Is Here! (+ How It Can Help You Reach Your Goals!)

Hiya Gorgeous!

As you may know by now, I am an avid journaler and have been for years. If I could only keep one practice from my wellness repertoire, journaling would be it! It’s been the catalyst for most of my successes, a-ha moments and, most importantly, the growth of my relationship with myself.

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How does journaling help you reach your goals?

Journaling is one of the most powerful, yet underrated practices we can keep in our wellness toolboxes. I believe that consistent journaling, paired with carefully curated exercises and prompts, can move mountains. I am who I am today because of journaling.

But don’t just take it from me—studies show that you’re a whopping 42 percent more likely to reach your goals when you write them down (source). Beyond that, identifying specific actions to support your goals and being held accountable for following through on them (by an accountability buddy or progress report of some kind, for example) further boosts your chances of success.

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Anxiety, fear, grief, anger, uncertainty… they’re simply no match for the power of journaling.

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After journaling for over 3 decades, I feel like I’ve tried just about every configuration and design out there! I couldn’t find exactly what I wanted, so I decided to design my own. And the heart of what makes this journal unique is written on the very first page:

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Each piece of the tagline also represents a key component of the journal, some of which might sound familiar because I’ve been hinting at (and sharing) them for months!

The Wellness Tracker helps you supercharge your health.

When you feel your best, you do your best, which is why tracking the details of a healthy lifestyle will put you in the best possible position to reach your goals. So, each day, you’ll fill out the Wellness Tracker in your Results Journal.

The five focus areas in the tracker are based on my 5 pillars of wellness: optimizing what you’re eating, drinking and thinking, and how you’re resting and renewing (aka movement and play).

We’ll go over each of the pillars, why they’re important and how to track them in detail in The Results Journal, but for now, know this: The purpose of this daily exercise is to get honest about your lifestyle practices. It’s here to help you observe and notice patterns that support or detract from feeling your best. It is NOT an invitation to feel guilty or beat yourself up (please don’t do that my friend!). Instead, think of this process of taking an inventory as a catalyst for the change you want to see.

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How you mentally start your day is as important as what you eat, your self-care practices and how you show up in the world. The energy we put out into the world has a way of coming back to us. Negativity breeds negativity. Positivity welcomes more positivity.

But keeping your chin up and staying focused on the good stuff in life isn’t always easy. That’s why the Success Mindset Practice is an essential daily component of The Results Journal. It’s not about being all sunshine and rainbows every second—it’s about elevating your energy and directing it toward your highest potential so you can reach your goals. You’ll do that by tuning in to how you feel, what you’re grateful for, your intentions and affirmations… all of which I’ll guide you through in the journal!

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While many of us are good at getting things done in the short term, too often we never stop to get that eagle-eye perspective on where our life is heading in the long run. That’s why a huge part of The Results Journal is about helping you identify and take meaningful action toward your Big Sky Goals.

You might think that your goals are out of reach. Or maybe you aren’t even sure you know what your goals should be! Well, I’m here to tell you that 1. you’re not alone, 2. it’s ok—please be gentle and try to meet yourself where you are, and 3. with the right tools, setting and reaching goals that light your heart on fire and improve your life is 100 percent possible.

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Not sure if The Results Journal is for you? Here’s some more info to help you decide…

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The journal is available in two gorgeous cover options—Classic and Galaxy. The Classic comes with a dark grey linen-like finished cover with gold foil accents. The Galaxy features a gorgeous limited-edition full-color design printed on durable heavy cover paper. Choose the one that makes you most excited to crack it open!

Both cover versions are 8.25” x 5” and have two ribbon markers. They’re the perfect size to easily fit in your messenger bag, backpack or purse. They both also contain the same high-quality, eco-friendly, 30% post-consumer interior pages.

If you’re as excited as I am to get your hands on this journal, I encourage you to act fast. Because this is a new product, my team and I had to use our best guess as to how many to order for this pre-order period. As a result, we only have a limited quantity. When they’re gone, we’ll order more… but production lead time takes a while (months, in fact)! The next opportunity to order will be in early 2020, so go snag yours right now!

Bonus gift: If you sneak in during the pre-order period, you’ll get an exclusive invitation to my Results Journal Mini-Course: Your Most Magical 2020! I’ll share tips and suggestions for how you can use The Results Journal system to set yourself up for your best year yet!

I’m so over-the-moon thrilled about this journal, I still have to pinch myself to believe it’s really here! I feel like I’m sending my baby out into the world and I can’t WAIT to see the wonderful things you do with it. Mwah!

Your turn: Did you pre-order your Results Journal yet?! Let me know when you do in the comments below so we can celebrate together!

Peace & radical results,

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