#yes i answered a different fandom for each question

[allthingsbucktommy]

Hi! I'm not the same anon that sent the question about Lou being or not on the S8, but I want to thank you for your answer and for this part "And we are not going to tell you "stop feeling this way", because it is absolutely valid, and understandable."

I feel like sometimes, us bt shippers who have anxiety and insecurities about the lack of content and what this hiatus has been like, can't express these feelings without being labeled "dramatic", negative hi fake bt fans. So thank you for your response, it was both reassuring about the show and about being in the fandom (even on the bt side) now.

I think this hiatus has been more frustrating than anything else, because sometimes it feels like the omission or absence of more bt/Tommy/lou content seems to show that this story/cast won't be supported, rewarding the worst-behaved part of the fandom, but it's more the anxiety talking and I'm still hopeful that Tim will continue to treat Buck's arc and his relationship with Tommy with care and respect, and that's all I want.

Hey! First of all, we're glad to be of help, because certainly each person is different and, as a fandom, we believe that we should show support and empathy with every bt fan, even if we do not agree or feel/think the same, you know? At least that's what we would like to see as part of the fandom.

Also, the 911 fandom specifically is... well, difficult on many occasions, compared to others we've been a part of, tbh, so invalidating how another bt fan feels is not helpful at all, neither for ourselves, nor for the others.

You are not fake, negative or dramatic for expressing your insecurities or fears, which (we reiterate) are completely understandable after everything that happened during this hiatus. Showing how you feel should not be the subject of criticism, as long as it is done with respect, which is why we ask all bt fans to try not to fall into negativity, and even less so among ourselves.

Personally, we believe that Tim, Oliver, and Lou care about this story arc, and will do everything they can to give us a good story and representation. Anyway, we understand that in some ways, sometimes it doesn't seem like it, but we must also keep in mind that some things that happen in the fandom are not easy to contain, and that the GA is also important for ABC and the producers. Apart from the fact that we don't really know anything about what happens on set, or what the cast and Tim decide about many issues, and that the television industry is often not what we would like. Would it be cool to have bucktommy bts? Of course. Would it be great not to have to go through a hiatus full of anxiety, hate and ship wars? Also yes.

And we're going to leave it here, because it's a very complex topic and we don't want to write a whole book about it, haha.

Much love for you, anon, and we hope S8 is everything you hope for! 🐝💕

[rebelliousstories]

Shadowy Past

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Mentions of Death and Alcohol

Word Count: 1,221

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: One after another, he lost her. Maybe this time will be different?

Consider Donating: Here

Gambit sat in the hideout messing with a playing card between his fingers. On the chair in front of him was her coat draped over it. Not his version though, rather another version that got sent to the Void. This version he had lost just like the others that came before her; taking on Cassandra alone to find a way out. Each time he tried to warn her, but she never listened to him.

Which is why when this new version came, he did not have high hopes for her.

She came in the middle of the night. Dumped in the Wasteland like some many others. It was by pure dumb luck that she had been dropped near where their little hideout had been placed. Sneaking in, she began to look for anything familiar, but only found lamps burning brightly in the night. Taking a bag of chips, the woman began looking around as she was eating. Muffled voices were heard, which sent her on edge. Before she could hide herself, a man stumbled in; and he was heading right to where she was. However, he stopped when he saw her.

“Chere, dat you?” Remy asked, wondering if he had finally found his lover.

“Remy?” Her voice was thick with bewilderment. ”You’re dead. How are you here? What is this sorcery?”

“No, chere. Ain’t dead yet. I’m assumin’ your Gambit is though.” He was dejected as he realized that this was just another variant.

“Yeah. He is. I’m assuming you have a me in your world then?” Remy nodded, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and began to leave.

“Ya welcome t’ stay, chere. Just try not to go after Cassandra this time. It’s startin’ to get old.” With that, the Cajun left as soon as he had entered. But she still had questions that needed answering.

“Wait,” came her call as she caught up to him. “Where am I? Who’s Cassandra? How are you alive?”

“Chere, it’s been a long day, yeah? Jus’ wanna enjoy a drink without you deciding to go all hero on us. But if you promise not to do dat, you can come meet the others.”

“Others?”

Before her, surrounding the fire that blazed ahead, were four other people. Each one looked worse for wear, and held a somber expression. She tried to place their names to their faces,but she was just drawing a blank.

“Who’s this?” The older woman inquired, with her hand resting on the hilt of something on her hip.

“Who else? Seems like the universe wants t’ punish me for somethin’. Gotta say though, this one seems much calmer than the others.” Remy grumbled, uncapping the bottle and taking a long swig. Afterwards, he passed it to Johnny, who eagerly downed the liquid.

“Hi. I’m not too sure why I’m even here. Or where here is exactly.” She muttered, feeling shy as everyone’s eyes were on her.

“It’s called the Void,” Johnny started, passing the bottle to the woman in red. ”It’s where you go to die, or if you don’t play well with the multiverse. Welcome, again.”

“Well is there any way out?” Suddenly, she noticed how tense everything had gotten. The Cajun that was in front of her rested his elbows on his knees and drew in a shaky breath.

“Cassandra Nova would be the only person to get you out. But it’s a suicide mission. Trust us, we know.” Elektra stated, passing the bottle back to the Cajun who looked like he really needed it now. Without hesitation, he downed several gulps extraordinarily quick.

“So we’re stuck here?” She asked, feeling her heart drop with each second.

“‘fraid so.” Elektra stated once more. She watched what the new person was going to do for a few minutes as she processed the information.

“Is there anymore room, and anymore alcohol?” Coming over, she sat on the same log as Remy who passed her the bottle.

The rest of the evening was filled with introductions, and explanations about what was going on. She was not familiar with the concept of a multiverse, which Johnny was all too happy to explain to her. Throughout all of this though, she could not help but notice how distant Gambit was being. He was hesitant to get involved with any of her conversations, but did keep throwing her looks all evening.

When it came time to sleep, Remy offered her his bed, while he could lay on the ground. But she quickly shot it down. Instead, she offered that they could both sleep in the bed. It was certainly large enough for the two of them. But even with her that close, he could not sleep. Remy could feel the warmth seeping from her body through the pillow wall they had constructed. And that also meant that he could feel when she eventually rolled out of bed in the middle of the night.

She had stumbled through the unfamiliar territory and made her way outside where she could feel the cold seeping into her body. It felt refreshing after she tried to sleep near Gambit. She was constantly telling herself that this was not her own. Her’s had died years ago. This could not be him.

“Chere, whatcha doin’ out here?” He whispered, walking out into the moonlight that they found themselves in. It was so bright that they could have mistaken it for the sun.

“Nothing, Gambit,” came her reply. “Go back to bed. I’ll be fine.”

But he did not listen. Remy came, and plopped himself right next to her on the stone steps. Taking a deep breath in and out, he placed his hands behind him and leaned back.

“Ya know, when I was with my version of you, she would always tell me dat she was fine. Even when she knew dat I definitely saw through it. She always did it because she didn’t want me t’ worry ‘bout her. But it jus’ made me worry more.” He confessed. The evening was pulling from him things that he was sure he had not been able to feel in a long time.

“My Remy, he, um-” she stammered, “he would make me write when he couldn’t get me to talk for whatever reason. Going mute was always a warning sign. I don’t trust easily, and he knew that. When he died, I kind of lost it. I lashed out. But then a little voice popped into my head, and it sounded just like him. It brought me back, and has kept me sane since.” She admitted to the man that she had known for less than a day. But there was something about this Gambit that made her feel safe like her own.

“You travel t’ da Shadowlands anytime recently?” He wondered aloud, looking over at the woman who was watching the moon quietly.

“No, my Remy wouldn’t like it if I did without something or someone to pull me out.”

They got quiet as they allowed the moment to pass over them. Gambit was still staring at her as the night went on. Scooting closer, he pressed his shoulder against her own in a little bit of comfort. Thankfully, she leaned her head against his body, just like his had done. Maybe this was how they always functioned, in every universe.

[accio-victuuri]

everyone and their mom is talking about xz’s kadian of 18:21 so let’s learn a bit about it. cause what’s more well known in the fandom is 18:23. 18:21 means yibo love you or yibo loves you. it’s an interesting choice of kadian, tho we know it’s for mid autumn festival and an occasion xz always posts on. there are clowning thoughts among cpfs that wyb could visit him on set ; and looks like he did, basing on the kadian. and it doesn’t help that xz studio reposted on 18:25 yibo loves me.

i’m referencing this cpn archaeology post.

during cql promotions, wyb posted on 18:21 and the scene is drunk lwj. everyone’s favorite. i don’t think i have to explain why that scene is important, especially the part about chickens. how they used that to get away with wwx and lwj’s relationship. zz also posted on that night but people think he failed to kadian 21:21 love you love you as an answer. wyb made up for it tho by commenting under his post on 21:21 and then zz posted a meme/emoticon “wwx sad”

this was cql promotions and it’s normal for them to comment on each other’s post but what made this special is that yibo didn’t have to. zz’s post was about not drawing on other’s property, wyb’s comment was saying to not imitate. like. why? and on 21:21. moreover, that sad WWX? why are you sad? wyb just agreed with what you said. cpfs interpret this as him being sad that he missed the 21:21 kadian — and then yibo had to go in and do it himself.

then in 8/14/2020 which is a day before xz joined the ace troops crew for shooting — wyb posted two photos. (p1) showing of his shoes = xiezi = xz = xiao zhan and the kadian 33 zanzan. (p2) is where 18:21 comes in, with a photo of something he loves. you can argue that he was using that as an intentional kadian for the content of his post ( sidenote: meaning yibo knows how to kadian ). but this and the 33 kadian on the same day is sus. we all know what was happening that year and interpretation is wyb is happy that zz is joining the crew and cheering him on.

i guess the reason why people are so excited is because we haven’t seen it in a while. the way it had some notable incidents before and was overshadowed by other kadians/cpns. so it’s nice to to see it again ^^

BONUS: the photo had 5 mooncakes and yes, it’s from different brands. 5 is his and yibo’s number which is the day of their birth. but this is interesting too:

galaxy brain cpn for everyone 🌌

that’s all. everything is fake. in this fandom, kadian is one of those that is either you believe it or don’t. i understand why a lot of people find it questionable but don’t take it too seriously, just enjoy the cpns 💕

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Did I randomly make a WHB and Obey Me oc? Yes, yes I did. Why? I have no idea, but here he is.

(Yes, it's a picrew, I could not be bothered to roll out my art skills from the attic. Considering his personality, he can fit into either fandom, and I was too lazy to make another one, so deal with it.)

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𝖀𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑 - Archangel of Wisdom and Jubilation

𖤓𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖊𖤓

Uriel was created to fill the role of spreading knowledge, wisdom and joy to humankind, though, after the disappearance of God/ the war in the Celestial Realm, he became bitter toward humankind and the demons.

𖤓𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𖤓

While Uriel's allegiance will always lie with his beloved creator, he answers directly to the seraph Raphael, at his beck and call no matter the location or the situation he was summoned in. So long as it is his beloved God's will, Uriel will follow Raphael even into certain death.

𖤓𝕬𝖌𝖊𖤓

Uriel was the fourth archangel to be created by god; in other words, he is exceptionally ancient.

𖤓𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𖤓

At first glance, Uriel comes off as a kind-hearted and easygoing angel, however, he is an especially cruel individual. While he always sports a soft, almost fatherly smile, he can say the most audacious and ignorant things. He treats demons, humans, and in some cases even some lesser angels as if they don't have the capacity to think. Being the archangel of knowledge is something that he uses to his advantage to gain the upper hand in conversations, although, he has a tendency to gain interest in those who have knowledge of things he does not. However, depending on how knowledgeable that person is, Uriel's interest may cross over into a sexual interest or even an obsession.

𖤓𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖘𖤓

Uriel's habits include harshly tugging on locks of hair when he's stressed, clasping his hands in a prayer hold when he's at rest, and biting his knuckles when he's focused.

𖤓𝕬𝖛𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𖤓

Reading by candlelight, discovering and experimenting with hair care products, gardening, praying, admiring Raphael, praising Raphael, and playing the harp.

𖤓𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖘𖤓

Uriel believes that, because he is an angel, he is above all other instances of life that do not originate from heaven/the celestial realm. In his eyes, all life that is not angelic is an eyesore and deserves to be wiped from existence as Raphael had said to him once before.

𖤓𝕬𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𖤓

(Obey Me!)

God: As god is Uriel's creator, he loves and reveres him with every fiber of his being, and although the two hardly have any one-on-one interaction, Uriel will do anything asked of him by his loving creator.

Michael: As he holds the title of the Chief Angel, Uriel holds deep respect and admiration for him and will follow his orders without question, as he believes that out of all angels, Michael is the closest to God, so his decisions must be correct.

Raphael: Because God personally assigned Uriel to work under Raphael, Uriel feels that he has a much closer relationship with him compared to the rest of his superiors. Raphael's cold demeanor upon their first meeting was misinterpreted by Uriel as the seraph looking down on him for his lack of knowledge, thus starting his deep infatuation with Raphael.

Simeon: Uriel has had a deep connection with Simeon since the two met, despite their very differing temperament and views on certain topics. Uriel once stated that he would trust Simeon with helping the next archangel of knowledge should he ever die for any reason.

Luke: Despite Luke being a lesser angel, Uriel respects the young angel for his closeness to Michael.

Lucifer: Even though Lucifer fell from grace, Uriel can't help but respect and even yearn for him. The seraph of humility and arguably the most beautiful angel in the celestial realm (after Raphael, of course); Lucifer was Uriel's role model.

Satan: Despite hating each other's guts, both Uriel and Satan never miss a meeting for their weekly book club. The two talk for hours; having well thought and in depth discussions about the book of the week. It would be a nice image if you ignored the very obvious passive aggression and down right rancid aura that seems to radiat from the two.

Asmodeus: Uriel often admires Asmodeus for his beauty, although, he's not as beautiful as Raphael, of course. But he is still a rose in a garden of weeds in the end.

Barbatos: While he certainly doesn't like the fact that he's a demon, Uriel can't help but admire Barbatos' dedication to fulfilling his duty as the prince's steward. The man's patience seems to stretch on forever.

Diavolo: Uriel despises Diavolo because he has Lucifer under his thumb. Despite what Lucifer tells him of the prince's kindness and empathy, he just can't bring himself to see the good in Diavolo.

Solomon: Solomon always avoids conversation with uriel after their introduction for some reason, but Uriel still tries to speak with him anyway, he knows that Solomon must definitely have information that Uriel has little knowledge of and he's desperate to learn.

MC: Uriel considers them to be more of a pet or a wandering stray animal than anything else; seeing no real value in them as they are a human. (WHB?)

God: As god is Uriel's creator, he loves and reveres him with every fiber of his being, and although the two hardly had any one-on-one interaction, Uriel will do anything perceived as the will of his loving creator.

Michael: As he holds the title of the Chief Angel, Uriel holds deep respect and admiration for him and will follow his orders without question, as he believes that out of all angels, Michael is the closest to God, so his decisions must be by God's will even in his absence. The only reason Uriel would refuse an order from Michael is if it clashed with an order that he received from Raphael.

Gabriel: Because of his status as a seraph, Uriel holds deep respect for admiration for him.

Raphael: Because God personally assigned Uriel to work under Raphael, Uriel feels that he has a much closer relationship with him compared to the rest of his superiors. Raphael's cold demeanor upon their first meeting was misinterpreted by Uriel as the seraph looking down on him for his lack of knowledge, thus starting his deep infatuation with Raphael.

Zeruel: Before they began their raid on "Hell" and even after that, Uriel would occasionally hitch a ride on Zeruel's back or shoulders. Usually, shoving some other angel off so that he could take his preferred spot, Zeruel never seemed to mind though.

Barachiel: As a fellow angel of joy, Uriel and Barachiel get along very well, with the cherub often following him into battle and listening to his rants about why Raphael is logically superior to Gabriel.

Lucifer: Even though Lucifer fell from grace, Uriel can't help but respect and even yearn for him. The seraph of humility and arguably the most beautiful angel in the heavens (after Raphael, of course); Lucifer was Uriel's role model.

Leviathan: Uriel has a deep hatred for the Demon King Leviathan for the simple reason that the demon makes him feel insecure about his looks.

Gusion: After overhearing conversations between many demons in passing about how intelligent Gusion is and after encountering him on the battlefield, he became flustered by his smarts and ended up letting the demon live by accident.

MC: He regards all humans as dogs (because he hates them) or pests. Uriel has only met them once, but he tried to bring them back to Raphael, only to be stopped by a feral Satan.

𖤓𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𖤓

Ranged Sniper; he fires his loose feathers at unfathomable speeds toward his target, usually only bothering to finish off those already weakened by his comrades. Uriel is actually very proficient with a spear and could've been on the front lines, but due to his aversion to being covered in the blood of demons, chose to be a ranged unit instead.

𖤓𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘𖤓

Expert spearmanship, patient and versatile teaching, easily adapts on the go, expertise with string instruments, and eidetic memory.

𖤓𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𖤓

God and Angels (the three seraphim specifically (especially Raphael)), learning, instructing others, reading by candlelight, admiring Raphael, receiving orders from Raphael, praising God, and taking care of his hair.

𖤓𝕽𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𖤓

Non-angelic beings (obviously), getting his angelic robes dirty, unintelligent individuals, sweet foods, poorly taken care of books, "Hell", The Devildom, and the Human Realm.

𖤓𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𖤓

Sophophilia: sexual gratification from the act of gaining knowledge or learning. This is displayed both when Uriel meets Raphael for the first time and is enraptured by his knowledge of God's will, leading him to need to leave due to becoming physically excited, and when he encounters the demon Gusion and is drawn in by his intelligent aura.

𖤓𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𖤓

The Demon King Leviathan's hair appears much more silky and luxurious than his own, he was chosen to go down to The Devildom with Raphael (although it was Raphael who suggested he go, so he can't really complain.), and his feathers have begun to loosen due to the stress of being surrounded by idiots.

𖤓𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖆𝖘𖤓

Athazagoraphobia: the intense or irrational fear of being forgotten, or of forgetting someone or something. Atychiphobia: the intense or irrational fear of failure.

𖤓𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞𖤓

Uriel doesn't particularly care whether his actions are viewed as 'good' or 'bad by anyone but the three seraphim and God. Thus, he'll usually center his moral compass around theirs instead of having his own.

𖤓𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖞𖤓

(OM!) Purgatory Hall in the Devildom/(WHB?) Nomadic movements through hell while slaying demons and following behind the seraph Raphael.

𖤓𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𖤓

Suspiciously Stained Book: The book that Uriel is often seen carrying around and reading in his free time. It is thought to be a personal copy of the Bible, but what is actually inside is still unknown. It's rumored that one time an angel was able to take a peak inside while uriel had it open and saw a bunch of drawings and diagrams of things they dare not speak of. But hey, do you see that on the cover there? Those suspicious white-ish stains, I wonder where they're from.

𖤓𝕱𝖚𝖓 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘𖤓

☁︎ Uriel does not like animals, especially those with fur. The only ones that he can stand are birds.

☁︎ Even though he won't admit it, Uriel considers (OM!) Lucifer, (OM!) Satan, (OM!) Barbatos, (OM!) Solomon, and (WHB?) Gusion as potential sexual partners and love interests.

☁︎ Although Lucifer fell from grace so long ago, Uriel still has a deeply ingrained respect for him, so much so that he still calls him 'Sir Lucifer' like he used to back then.

☁︎ Uriel has been banned from the Great Archive of the Heavens many times due to how often he gets off when reading books he hadn't read previously. The lesser angels assigned to cleaning the archive had complained about the stains and wet patches he kept leaving in the seats he occupied.

☁︎ Uriel and Simeon have been friends since Simeon's creation; with Uriel being present when the younger angel first opened his eyes.

☁︎ Uriel had always wanted to meet (WHB?)Solomon, but never got the chance to as he was too busy fulfilling the duties assigned to him by God through (WHB?)Raphael.

☁︎ When he and (OM!)Raphael first arrived at Purgatory Hall, Uriel insisted that the two share a room instead of having individual ones, thankfully for him, (OM!)Raphael agreed.

☁︎ Uriel finds himself more attracted to a person with status than a person with strength, but he still prefers smarts over status.

☁︎ Uriel absolutely can't stand sweet foods, he prefers his meals to be on the more bitter side, favoring fruits that make his jaw ache with its sour taste.

☁︎ One day, Uriel would like to try his hand at pottery.

𖤓𝖁𝖎𝖔𝖈𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𖤓

(Obey Me!)

Event Reminder: "An event has arrived, come back immediately, I've no time for those who dawdle."

Inactive 1: "You do know that it's considered rude to ignore someone, don't you?."

Inactive 2: "I-it is not as if I'm worried for you, but hurry back, we still have much to speak about."

Login 1: "Hoh? So you finally decided to show your face?"

Login 2: "Hello again, my mortal pet.~"

You're Back 1: "Welcome back, it certainly took you long enough."

You're Back 2: "Hm? Oh, you've returned. What? Did you want me to congratulate you?"

I'm Back 1: "Haaah... I must apologize for being away so long, Simeon can certainly talk when it comes to the old days. Anyhow, let us continue our previous discussion."

I'm Back 2: "I've returned! Ahem- Now, what were you saying before? About those human social trends?"

Morning: "In the heavens, the sun has risen; I must say you surprised me, I was sure that you were of those simpletons who stayed in bed all day."

Afternoon: "Good afternoon, I do hope you've been spending the day more productively."

Evening: "Ah yes, the evening time is the best in the day. Sitting curled up with a book and reading by the candlelight.~ Don't you agree?"

Night: "You're still awake? Do you not value sleep at all? Tsk- Off to bed with you, little mortal. Weak beings like yourself need such simple things to survive, didn't you know?"

Touch 1: "Filthy demo- DAH! You-! Oh, it's you, little mortal. You caught me off guard just now. Did you need something?"

Touch 2: "Hmm~ Simeon did not embellish at all, you are indeed quite good with your hands. What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Touch 3: "Tch-! Do you not know how to keep your hands to yourself? Do mortals not know the concept of personal space?"

Skill 1: "Hah! Perish you ingrate!"

Skill 2: "It is my time to shine!"

Skill 3: "Feast your eyes on the power of knowledge!"

Majolish 1: "No need to say anything, I know mortal minds are unable to comprehend the beauty of angels."

Majolish 2: "Are you done gawking? Good, now go find me some accessories to make these rags look presentable."

Anniversary: "It would seem that you've had the fortune of knowing me for an entire earthen year, you must feel proud of yourself, as you should." (What in "Hell" is Bad?)

Lobby Touch 1: "You... What are you doing?"

Lobby Touch 2: "WHERE ARE YOU LOOKING! O-only-- only Sir Raphael is allowed to look at me in such a way!"

Lobby Touch 3: "I won't say it is envy, but I do wish that you were not marked as JUST food for the seraphim, then I could dine upon you with the one I admire.~"

Lobby Touch 4: "GAH! I‐is that a d‐dog? It's– it's disgusting! G‐get away, you little beast! Shoo! N‐no! Don't come any closer! Help! Sir Raphael, save me!

Lobby Touch 5: "You think yourself an intelligent person, do you? Hah! As if some mortal fool would be on the same level of intelligence as an angelic being like myself."

Lobby Touch 6: "Remember to smile~!"

First Encounter: "Hm~? My, My, if it isn't the child of Solomon, Sir Raphael will definitely praise me if I bring you back to him!"

Level Up: "I feel almost as if I've gotten smarter..."

Evolve: "Maybe my capacity for knowledge has grown as well?~𔓘"

Ultimate Skill: "Allow me to teach you the true feeling of despair!"

Upon Death: "S-sir Raphael... please... don't forget me..."

Victory 1: "Hmph, you simpletons never stood a chance."

Victory 2: "Sir Raphael... Did you see that just now?"

Defeat: "Damn you, filthy devil scum! How dare you embarrass me in front of Sir Raphael!"

𖤓𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖔𖤓

Uriel's halo features either a large sun framed by two smaller stars or a curled feather or quill wrapping around the Hebrew character for knowledge, 'ידע', depending on where he is depicted and what he is representing at the time; jubilation or knowledge. However, in some instances, Uriel's halo is a combination of the two.

In the past, Uriel has been teased by other angels of the same or higher ranking about the shape of the feather in his halo. It's become an incredibly sore spot for him since then and as a result you might be able to catch him looking at it in reflective surfaces with a face of embarrassment and disdain. It doesn't look like a human child drew it... right? It's not wonky at all...

𖤓𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕴𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖘𖤓

Food: Black Coffee of Melancholy & Backstabbing Sandwiches. Medical: Bandage. Presents: Book & Perfume.

𖤓𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖅𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𖤓

OK!: Both shoulders & middle of his chest. NO!: his head & face. GREAT!: his clasped hands.

𖤓𝕳𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𖤓

𖤓𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𖤓

4%: His constellation is... Cancer!

36%: His favorite food is... sour fruit creame sanwiches!

64%: His ideal type is... someone who's smarter than he is!

𖤓𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖙𖤓

👤 <「You dog, where did Sir Raphael wander off to? Don't pretend you don't know; his radiance is too hard to miss.」

Choice 1: 「Er... whose this? How did you get my number?」> Choice 2: 「Sir Raphael...? Is an angel messaging me now?」>

👤 <「That doesn't matter. Just tell me where you saw him last, will you. You're wasting precious time that instead could be spent watching Sir Raphael rid this realm of demons.」

👤 <「Honestly, you humans. The only good one of the lot of you was that human Solomon. I overheard Sir Raphael saying that he was very intelligent and talented in alchemy. It's a pity that someone of such intelligence is a part of a lousy species.」

Choice 1: 「Wait, you met Solomon? What was he like?」> Choice 2: 「I'm jealous, everyone has met Solomon...」>

👤 <「Well, it's not as if I met that human per se, but I did overhear Sir Raphael and the other two esteemed Seraphim speaking about him a long time ago. I was both envious and in awe of them to be able to meet a favored creation of our God.」

👤 <「Oh to be there when he was up in the heavens, to pick his brain and feast upon his delicious knowledge. This event alone is yet another piece of proof why Sir Raphael is the best out of each of the esteemed Seraphim. He's so cool; with his brilliantly shining halo and that mysterious demeanor of his~」

👤 <「Wait a minute! Why am I telling you this? It's none of your business in the first place! Nosey dog, quickly tell me where Sir Raphael has gone, I can't lag behind for too long!」

Choice 1: 「I'm nosey? Aren't you the one rambling on?」> Choice 2: 「How am I supposed to know who's who?」>

👤 <「You dare still evade my question? You humans are such a pain in the neck; always making excuses. Surely it's not that hard to tell the difference between a seraph and any other lowly angel? Are you implying that Sir Raphael is average? You fiend!」

👤 <「Fine then. Since you want to fool around and attempt to deceive me, I shall find where you are and smite you. You dared to disrespect my esteemed and radiant lord, Sir Raphael, so you must be prepared to reap what you sew, you dirty dog.」

👤 <「I shall find you and personally deliver your corpse to my lord, surely he'll be pleased with me after bringing him a fine meal. He might even praise me with that cool look he does~」

Choice 1: 「Man, you sure love that Raphael guy huh?」> Choice 2: 「Jeez, I didn't think I'd talk to a simp today...」>

👤 <「Of course! While I'm not sure what you're trying to imply with that wording, I am truly unworthy of him. But, what's not to like? That luxurious golden hair, those deep crimson eyes, that aloof attitude; he's absolute perfection! And on top of it all, he's nearly all knowing! Such a powerful, handsome, and intelligent being is worth the praise I give.」

👤 <「Now that I think about it, maybe its a good thing that you haven't seen him. Thise filthy demon loving eyes of yours aren't even worthy enough to view his shadow, let alone his ethereal being. I suppose I can't be too angry with you anymore for not seeing him; so I'll let you off for that grievance.」

Choice 1: 「I didn't really ask at all, but that's cool I guess.」> Choice 2: 「Um... cool?」>

👤 <「Yes, he is cool, isn't he? Very cool. The coolest.」

👤 <「Say, you wouldn't mind signing a petition that I've written up would you? As a fellow fan of Sir Raphael, you must know that other angels are attempting to imply that he's below Sir Michael in favorability and standing. It's untrue, I say. Completely untrue. You mustn't believe a word they say!」

👤 <「I shall forward you the petition in due time. Actually no, I shall add you to a group with my comrads, the petition has already been posted there. I expect to see your signature, my brother in admiration.」

[You were added to "Sir Raphael's Admirers"]

End.

𖤓𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖈𖤓

N/A

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No m.list link(s) this time, sorry burrow dwellers.

[strawb3rrystar]

hi I was TOTALLY not stalking ur acc cus it’s so good..nooo way🥰🤞🏼

buttttt I was her to rec a lucifer x reader!preferably fem,but gn is always alr,all the power to u!

so maybe like reader looks super innocent,and is like shorter than him,has a golden retriever kinda demon form and is a overlord,and the reason she is a overlord is cus she’s a assassin and is VERY well known lol.

and luci didn’t know that and is just like 😨 when she casually told him.

you can do this by hcs,one shot,or blurb ur choice :3

Simplicity is far from simple.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem! Overlord! Reader

Warnings: A tiny wee bit of hurt, but lots of comfort and fluff

Word count: 534

✰Masterlist

When you first met Lucifer you were one of the many, many sinners who had never seen him before. You had only ever heard about him in stories. You must admit he looked very different than how you pictured him in your head.

You were immediately enthralled by his charm and wittyness. He was also quite charmed by you, as you were unlike any sinners he'd seen before. After Lilith left him, Lucifer was scared to start dating again. But he decided to give it a shot with you.

The two of you would meet outside his palace, frequenting a small, Imp owned, café. Lucifer liked you very much, and wanted to spend his day with you. The first time he held your hand, he realized that you were smaller than him. The way your palms fit together so perfectly made him giddy inside.

When you told Lucifer you were an Overlord, he was shocked. To him, you seemed way too innocent to even be in Hell in the first place. Your upbeat personality and bright eyes confused him. Most of the Overlords he knew about took on a much more sinister form. But you? You were much, much different.

Since that day, Lucifer heard your name be brought up during the topic of Overlords. So, he had to guess you were very popular. One day, while at the café, he overheard some sinners talking about you. He heard them mention something about assassination, which peaked his curiosity. But he decided to ignore it, focusing on his outing with you.

Later, when the two of you were in his workshop, he decided to ask you about it. He cleared his throat, gaining your attention. "My dear, may I ask you something?"

"Well, you just did. But sure Luci, what's up?" You reply, walking over next to him.

"I heard something today. About you being an assassin? I know it's silly, and you probably aren't even one." Lucifer rambles.

"Oh no, I am." You say, making him pause and turn towards you.

"Huh?" He questions, utterly confused.

"Yeah, I'm an assassin." You shrug, like it wasn't a big deal.

Lucifer rubs his temples then stares at you "And why didn't you tell me, my dear?"

"You never asked. And also, I didn't want my job to change your view of me." You admit, looking away from him.

"Why would that change my view of you?" He asks, tilting his head.

"Well, you're amazing, and kind, and funny. And I'm.. well.. me." You answer truthfully.

"My dear, you're all those things as well. I'm literally the King of Hell, I've seen it all. Trust me, you being an Overlord-assassin doesn't change what we have." Lucifer cups your cheek, turning your head back towards him.

"Really?" Your eyes get the same shine they always have when you're around Lucifer.

"Yes, really." He kisses your forehead. That was the first time the King of Hell had ever kissed you. A smile fills your face as you wrap your arms around his torso. He graciously wraps his arms around your shoulder, holding you close. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each others presence.

Star's notes -> I TOTALLY do not feel super honored that someone is stalking my blog.. noooo way >:}

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[sarahreesbrennan]

Quick Evil Note

To all my wicked darlings, I have now received rather a lot of messages asking me about the influences of Long Live Evil. And I wish to get messages about LLE and truly appreciate the ones I do get! And I wish to answer them. But answers about influences are tricky.

The book has been out in the US for a little over two weeks, and it’s going so well so far, I couldn’t be more delighted and appreciative about its reception.

But also I’ve been informed (not asked) that two of my characters are obviously somehow both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy of Harry Potter, and Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji of Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. (Very puzzling as I don’t think these pairings - and one isn’t a pair - have much in common with each other or with mine. Vague hostility against a vaguely academic backdrop for a bit? For the record… in the book everyone is an adult and I don’t even have any academic backdrops to be vaguely hostile in front of…) This hasn’t happened to me in a long time, because I haven’t had an original novel out in a long time due to illness, and it is upsetting to always be discussed differently than writers who didn’t openly link their real names to their fan identity.

I have very different feelings and new appreciation for fandom than I once had. It’s been amazing to see and meet people who have stuck with me for decades. People are generally way more open and affectionate to and within fandom than they once were. Love matters to me a good deal more than hate. But getting death threats in your early 20s for excitedly telling your Internet friends you were going to publish a book does mark the psyche, and so does having your characters dismissed as other people’s characters.

And we can say there is nothing wrong with fanfiction or writing fanfiction and there isn’t! Fanfiction is great and can be genius. Terry Pratchett wrote Jane Austen fanfiction, and didn’t (and shouldn’t) have people saying Captain Wentworth = Captain Vimes. Still, when a TV show is discussed as ‘like fanfiction’ or when Diana Gabaldon said she didn’t like fanfiction and many said ‘YOU write fanfiction’ it isn’t intended in any kind spirit, even when it’s fannish folk saying it. And it’s just generally odd to have everyone call your apple a tomato, and has had professional consequences for me in the past.

However! All the asks I’ve received have been very kind, and I do want to answer them. I do want to talk about my influences because they are manifold and because I actually think it’s important to always talk about influences. I don’t believe stories exist in isolation - we tell tales in a rich tradition, and also a story doesn’t come alive to me all the way until it’s heard or read.

Long Live Evil is a love letter to fandom: it’s chock full of references to many many stories I’ve loved, to fairytales, myths and legend and Internet memes and epic fantasy and meta. My acknowledgements are endless partly for this reason. I do owe a great debt to many portal fantasies and archetypes and musicals and jokes about genre and plays through the ages, though I do think of my characters as themselves and nobody else.

I was frankly tempted to go ‘Yes I stole EVERYTHING! Bwhahaha!’ But while I am thoroughly enjoying and finding great freedom in my villain era, I do want to talk sincerely to you all as well, especially when asked sincerely interested questions.

But I’m a little scared to do so and have people say ‘AHA! Now we know what it’s fanfiction of’ (it’s happened before) or ignore me and go ‘we know the truth!’ (it’s happened before) and to feel like I’ve injured my book. Long Live Evil means more to me than any other and I really want to get talking about it right, and make sure it has the best reception I can give it.

So. Questions on all Evil topics very very welcome but answers to influence questions may come slowly. Bear with me. I am working on this!

[maplewozapi]

Heyo! I hope it’s okay to ask, but I have a question about character design.

I had the idea for a phoenix themed mage, and was considering having feathers growing alongside their hair. But my second thought was how I don’t know if that would be offensive to indigenous people.

If you don’t know the answer, do you know where I could learn?

The thing about feathers and character designs is that nowhere else uses feathers like we do and the silhouette is very unique to us specifically. Looking up feathers in character design or in specific cultures it always seems to come back to us good or bad. So in order use feathers in character designs you have to try not to use our silhouettes with the feathers. (Eagle feathers, head dress, brooches,bustles,ex.) I feel like people don’t understand the importance of feathers like each one you earn or is past down to you by family. During powwows and ceremonies if one falls off they have to completely stop the competition/ceremony and you are disqualified and you have to give away that feather because you disrespected it. And by law we are the only ones allowed to have eagle feathers 🤷‍♀️ it’s a religious thing not an aesthetic

I say consider what bird you wanna use, what they associated with, and use the feathers in a different manner silhouette wise. Like incorporating the bird’s silhouette and stuff. I like what the warrior cats fandom did and moved the feathers to the shoulders instead of head. Because yes we put feathers on our animals as well for the same reasons.

[mystwrites]

A Simple Question

Summary: Gojo asks Yuta a question that’s been on his mind. Yuta should’ve known better than to lie to his mentor

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)

A/N: Welcome to my fandom list JJK!😁in case y’all don’t know, Yuta is my favorite lil bean🩷

Yuta was curled up under his blankets trying to keep warm while watching the raindrops drip down his window. It was a rather cold, rainy day and he loved watching how each bead dripped down the glass. To him, it was calming. Nothing felt more relaxing than the rain softly tapping at his window in the late afternoon after a long day.

A knock from his door pulled him from his thoughts. As he wondered who it could be, the thought of Panda, Inumaki and Maki asking him to join them for a group training session or going for a sushi run sounded the most likely. Yuta threw his blanket off and scrambled over to the door, getting his feet tangled amidst the struggle to reach the door as another set of knocking began.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Yuta called out, wiggling his legs free and stumbling to the door.

As the third set of knocking happened, Yuta finally opened the door. However, his friends weren’t at the door like he had assumed. Satoru Gojo stood in front of him, smiling and giving the teen a wave.

“Hey Yuta kun!” Gojo greeted.

“Ooh! G-Gojo sensei!! Come in! Ooohhhh no!! Is it cleaning day already?!? I’m so sorry I didn’t clean my room yet!” Yuta panicked, throwing all his dirty clothes into a nearby laundry basket and trying to make his bed as neat as possible.

“Oh don’t worry. Cleaning day isn’t until Friday. You still have a lot of time.” Gojo reassured, waving a hand. “I only came by to check on my favorite distant relative!”

This made Yuta frown. “Y-you told me I was your only relative that you genuinely liked…”

“Well, yes. You’re also my only known relative as of right now so it makes you my favorite by default!”

“R-right…so, what do you need, sensei?”

A smile. There was a smile on Gojo’s face and Yuta grew suspicious. Sure, it wasn’t odd to see Gojo swing by, he did for whatever reason love checking up on Yuta every afternoon but this smile felt different. It felt mischievous. Yuta was always told to fear Gojo’s mischievous smile because it meant shenanigans would ensue.

“G-Gojo sensei…” Yuta stammered, backing up towards his bed. “I don’t like the look you have on your face…”

“I just have a simple question for you.” Gojo replied, chuckling as Yuta sat on his bed and looked at him nervously. “Are you ticklish?”

“Oh no…” Yuta thought, now extremely on edge. “Calm down Yuta! Don’t let Gojo sensei know that you’re deathly ticklish and already got tickled to death by Panda and Inumaki! Keep it together!”

Gojo didn’t fail to see the sudden panic on the teen’s face nor did he mistake the sudden squeak. It was always fun to see how a student would react to his shenanigans and so far, every student lied to him about being ticklish. Those who were said no and the ones who weren’t did one of two things. They either said no and disappointed Gojo by not laughing or decided to be little turds and say yes only to laugh in Gojo’s face when he realized they weren’t ticklish. Gojo was interested to see what Yuta would say. All he knew at that moment was that Yuta’s mind was absolutely racing.

“N-no…I-I’m not ticklish!” Yuta whispered, squeaking as Gojo lifted his blindfold and showed him his eyebrows raising. “R-really! I’m serious! I’m not ticklish!”

Gojo nodded, looking at Yuta and pulling his blindfold back down. The classic “no, I’m not ticklish” was the way he chose to go about answering this question. It was expected and Gojo let out a laugh.

“Oh? Then why are you so jittery?” Gojo asked, watching Yuta look everywhere but at him. “Are you lying to me?”

“N-no! I-I-I’d never lie to you! I-I’m always like this!” Yuta sputtered, deciding it was time to make a break for it. “Y-you know that…OOOH LOOK! A BIRD!!”

“What? There’s no…hey! Don’t run from me!” Gojo gasped, realizing Yuta had created a diversion. “Yuta kun!~”

Darting around Gojo after giving him a distraction, Yuta ran as fast as he could to grab the handle of his door. He shrieked loudly as Gojo playfully grabbed his hips and lifted him up, flipping him so he’s hanging upside down.

“I gotcha!” Gojo growled, laughing as Yuta shrieked once more.

The giggles were immediate much to Gojo’s delight and he playfully spun around, making sure Yuta was laughing himself silly before launching the tickle attack. Gojo spun clockwise and then counter clockwise before spinning clockwise again, enjoying the laughter it caused.

“Wheeeee!!!” Gojo shouted, laughing along with Yuta as he spun around and around. “Wheeeeee!! You having fun yet, Yuta kun? Wheeeeee!!!”

“Aaaahhhh!! Gojo senseeeeiii!!” Yuta cried, laughing as Gojo stopped spinning him. “Ihihi’m…aaahhhhhh put me down!! Ihihi’m gonna fall!! I’m slipping!! I-I’m dihizzy!! AAAAAIIIYYYEEEEEHEEE!!”

Gojo hoisted Yuta back up, holding his thighs tightly so he doesn’t fall to the floor. “I gotcha! You’re not falling on my watch. Now I’ll ask you again, are you ticklish?~”

Yuta shook his head, smiling up at Gojo. That nervous smile was all Gojo needed to know he was lying. “I-I’m not ticklish!” he said, shrieking as Gojo’s hand suddenly clawed at his belly. “Aaahahahahaa!! Noooohohoho!! Aahhahaha!!”

“Ohhh…what do we have here?” Gojo asked, clawing at Yuta’s tummy once more. “I think you lied to me, Yuta kun! You are ticklish! I knew it! You little liar!”

Maki did say Yuta was “painfully” ticklish when Gojo had asked if she’d learned anything interesting about him. Gojo didn’t think it would be to that extent but boy was he wrong! Yuta was definitely ticklish and a screamer who could possibly make Gojo go deaf if the scream was aimed towards his ears. He screamed with each tickle and it gave Gojo so much joy. Much to his happiness, it seemed like Yuta was also having fun.

None of his students were ever this responsive to tickling and none of them tolerated it like Yuta was. Anyone else would’ve kicked, bit, punched and scratched at this point but not Yuta. All Yuta did was take whatever was given. The variety of touches to his sensitive tummy left the kid in stitches, his cheeks pink and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Ihihi’m fahahalling!” Yuta laughed, squealing as Gojo tossed him onto the bed and suddenly held his thighs down with one arm. “Oh no…”

Gojo suddenly shifted his position and started squeezing Yuta’s thighs, nearly deafened by the screaming that resulted. Laughing, Yuta weakly kicked his feet out and pushed at Gojo’s hands, attempting to roll over to no avail. Trapped, all he could do is laugh and laugh until Gojo decides to have mercy on him.

“My goodness! You’re the most ticklish person I know!~” Gojo teased, leaning on Yuta’s legs and tickling up and down his ribs. “Are your ribs ticklish?”

“Nooohoho!! Thehey’re nohohot!!” Yuta argued, squealing and laughing while pushing at Gojo’s hands. “Ihihi’m nohohot tihihicklish!”

“Yes you are!~”

“Nooohohoho Ihihi’m not!!”

“Alright, if you’re not ticklish then, raise your arms up.” Gojo urged, amazed when Yuta raised his arms up. Right as Yuta’s arms straightened, Gojo’s fingers made contact, tickling Yuta until his arms came crashing down and trapped his hands there. “Aaah tktktktktktk!!~”

“G-gehehet outtahahaha my ahaharmpits!!” Yuta shrieked, weakly shoving at Gojo’s wrists.

The laughter that now escaped Yuta was nothing compared to before. Gojo assumed that Yuta’s thighs were his most ticklish spot but his mind was dissuaded now that he has tickled the boy’s armpits. Yuta’s armpits seemed to be worse than his thighs, causing the boy to scream more often. After a few seconds of gentle scribbling and drilling his thumbs into the spot, Gojo stopped, not wanting to kill Yuta.

“You gotta raise them up again.” Gojo said, pulling at his trapped hands. “You’re clamped down on me so tightly I can’t pull back! Raise em up and I won’t tickle your armpits.”

Yuta’s arms rose slightly. Just enough for Gojo to pull his hands free. Once he wiggled his hands out from underneath Yuta’s arms, Gojo gave Yuta a much needed break, allowing the young sorcerer a moment to breathe and regain the much needed oxygen his lungs desired.

“Ahahahaaa!! Ahahaha!!” Yuta gasped, covering his face as Gojo wiggled his fingers in the air. “Oh my god! Wahahait!!”

“Why? Are you ticklish?” Gojo teased, trying to jab Yuta in the ribs.

“Nooohohoho!! Ihihi’m not!!” Yuta squeaked, shoving Gojo’s hands away.

Much to Gojo’s shock, Yuta growled and stuck his tongue out, giggling as he tried to lick Gojo’s hand.

“Are you trying to lick my hands??” Gojo asked, gaining another growl from Yuta. “And now you’re growling at me?!? Ohhh…you’re in for it now!”

Shrieking, Yuta kicked his feet out and shrugged his shoulders up as Gojo started tickling his neck. Much to Gojo’s delight, Yuta’s neck was another sweet spot that elicited all of the sweetest giggles.

“You really are the most ticklish kid I know! You’re more ticklish than Megumi and he’s really ticklish!~” Gojo cooed, raising Yuta’s arms up over his head and pinning them down. “Ready?~”

“Nononono!! Gojo sensei!! NOOOHOHO AHAHAHAHAA!! *snort* OOOHH!!” Yuta gasped, staring at Gojo for a moment before blushing.

Gojo burst into laughter as he let Yuta go momentarily. With his hands free, Yuta covered his bright red face with his hands, whining as Gojo continued to laugh at the unexpected noise that escaped.

“Aww! What a silly snort!~” he exclaimed, tickling Yuta’s armpits and ribs once more. “Wanna snort for me again?~”

“N-no! Nono Ihihi dohohon’t!!” Yuta protested, screaming as Gojo pinched at the soft spot above his hips. “WAHAAHAHAHAA NOOOHOHOHO!!”

The sensations of hands squeezing his sides and spidering up and down his ribs caused three more snorts to escape from Yuta. As a fourth snort escaped upon Gojo raising Yuta’s arms up, the two laughed as Yuta choked out a laugh that got mixed in with a snort.

“SEHEHENSEI!! AHAHAHAA!!! *hiccup* PLEHEHEASE!!” Yuta begged, hiccuping loudly. “IHIHI CAHAHAN’T *snort* BREHEHEATHE!!”

“Are you gonna tell me the truth?~” Gojo questioned, smiling as Yuta nodded.

“YES! *snort* YEHEHES YES YES!! AHAHAHA!! GOJO SEHEHENSEI!!” Yuta wheezed, kicking his feet out. “OKAY!! OKAHAHAY *hiccup* YEHEHES!! YEHEHES IHIHI’M TIHIHICKLISH AHAHAHAA!!”

Gojo paused, releasing Yuta’s hands once again. Yuta covered his face to hide his bright red cheeks and let out a giggly whine. The snorting was probably one of the most embarrassing noises Yuta has ever made and he wanted to just melt into the floor. Squeaking as Gojo poked his forehead, Yuta peeked out from behind his hands.

“I knew it!~” he snickered, giving Yuta’s hair a ruffle. “You are very ticklish, Yuta kun! And you snort when you laugh hard enough!~”

Whining, Yuta used his foot to poke his toe into Gojo’s ribs, eliciting a shriek from the older man. Much to their shock, they stared at one another for a few seconds before Yuta grinned and jabbed Gojo’s ribs with his other foot, giggling like a little gremlin.

Gojo arched away only to get jabbed with Yuta’s other toe, Yuta grinning with a mischievous look of his own. Poking Gojo’s ribs with both toes, Yuta laughed as his mentor jerked back and giggled rather loudly. It was an interesting revelation to say the least and he wished to explore this further.

“Are you ticklish too, Gojo sensei?” Yuta inquired, reaching out to poke his sides again. “Let me…OHH NOHOHO AHAHAHAA!!”

Just as Yuta reached out, Gojo swiftly grabbed his ankles and trapped them between his legs. With Gojo’s thighs trapping Yuta’s feet, it left him wide open for another tickle attack. Immediately, Yuta screamed once more, squirming wildly in hopes of freeing his trapped feet as ten nimble fingers began to descend.

“It seems like you want me to tickle you some more, kiddo!” Gojo smirked, gently skittering his fingers up and down the bottoms of Yuta’s feet. “How ticklish are your feet?”

“NOHOHO!!” Yuta screamed, wheezing in between fits of laughter. “IHIHI WAHAHAHANNA KNOHOHOW IHIHIF YOU’RE TIHIHICKLISH TOOHOHO!! AAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOT MY FEHEHEHEET PLEHEHEASE!!”

Gojo gently traced the soles of Yuta’s feet, grinning as the gentlest of strokes sent Yuta into fits of laughter. Cackling loudly, Yuta rolled around from side to side before he suddenly sat upright and tried to hide his feet while pulling at Gojo’s sweatshirt. Laughing, Gojo tickled Yuta’s sides and sent him falling backwards, fingers digging into those deathly ticklish armpits once more.

As Yuta started to laugh so hard he fell silent, Gojo took a good look at Yuta’s face and still saw no signs of a forced smile or wanting Gojo to stop tickling him. Yuta genuinely was enjoying the tickles and must want them to continue.

Reaching back down, Gojo scribbled his fingers against Yuta’s feet before grabbing his thighs and squeezing. The volume of Yuta’s laughter rose again until he was screaming and hiccuping more than laughing. As Gojo skittered his fingers back up to the boy’s armpits, Yuta finally fell into a fit of silent, squeaky laughter.

Hearing Yuta fall silent for more than five seconds was telling Gojo that the kid was at his limits. Yuta’s eyes were squeezed shut but Gojo didn’t fail to notice the tears of mirth threatening to fall. After the final poke to Yuta’s sides, Gojo released him, laughing as Yuta sat up, hair a mess and his cheeks bright red.

“Are you okay?” Gojo asked, laughing as Yuta looked at him. “You look a little disheveled.

“Yehehes! Ihihi’m okahahay!” Yuta giggled, wiping his eyes before playfully launching himself towards Gojo. “Now let me tickle you!!”

“You can find out if I’m ticklish later, kiddo.” Gojo replied, laughing as he held Yuta back before suddenly standing up with him on his shoulders and playfully dropping him back onto the bed. “I’ll probably have another question ready for you next time around too.”

“Oh no…” Yuta muttered, his eyes wide. “Remind me to not lie and also to be extremely wary of you…”

Laughing, Gojo ruffled Yuta’s already messy hair and gave him a side hug. “Come on, let’s go meet up with the others. I’ll buy you all dinner.”

Not wanting to turn down the opportunity to get a delicious meal on Gojo’s budget, Yuta nodded and ran over to grab his socks and shoes. As they exited the building, Gojo smiled fondly as he watched Yuta excitedly run over to greet Inumaki, Panda and Maki. Yuta was fitting in just fine at Jujutsu High.

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  @wynnyfryd! Wynnyfryd has 34 fics in the Stranger Things fandom and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

i don’t know, you figure it out

Plot Holes

biting you biting you biting you- oh! kissing you!

Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!

She's got some of the FUNNIEST writing in this fandom, and it's very snappy too like. She's an editing demon for sure, she can take a concept that I'd think would take paragraphs to explain and find the right words to make it hit just as hard with like, two sentences. I also really really love how descriptive her metaphors are, really visceral sometimes, and she's really good at writing realistic life events but still making them fun to read about even when it's about like, devastating shit. The sex she writes is also intense as hell! -- @griefabyss69

Below the cut, @wynnyfryd answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I am but a humble bisexual — I see two beautiful brown-eyed men makin’ beautiful brown eyes at each other, I go a little insane for two years. It is what it is.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

late-night moments of quiet hopeful hesitant intimacy over a shared joint or cigarette. Thin wisp of smoke between them, stars dancing in their eyes. Yeah. YEAHHHHHHH 

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

This isn’t really a trope so much as a dynamic, but I love a good dipshit 4 dingus dialogue-heavy scene. Don’t get me wrong, I think Eddie and Steve can both be very smart and knowledgeable in their areas of interest/expertise, but these are two young dudes with no access to the internet. I love letting them be confidently incorrect dumbasses. Just ‘yes and’-ing each other’s stupidity while an exasperated third character begs for mercy.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Well, this question is impossible and furthermore rude. This question came into my home and didn’t take its muddy boots off. This question never mailed me a thank you letter for my lovely wedding gift. That blender was expensive; the absolute nerve. No but seriously, I think The Lathe by palmviolet is going to stay with me forever.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’m a big fan of doing canon divergence from different jumping off points — the beauty of having characters live in the same small town their whole lives is that you get so many great opportunities for these “what if our paths crossed sooner” moments.  I have some very loose notes for a S3 fic where Eddie is the movie theater employee who finds Steve and Robin in the bathroom after they escape the Russians, and I also have an old WIP set between S1 and S2 where lifeguard Steve rescues Eddie and then spends the summer teaching him how to swim. Would love to revisit those after I finish the trailer park AU (which I will be referring to as TPAU because my fingers are tired and because ‘toilet paper au’ makes me laugh.)

What is your writing process like?

Uhhhhh. 😂 I mean, for TPAU, basically just insert the scene from Dune 2 of Paul’s first sandworm ride: I’m shaking I’m sweating there is sand in my nostrils and I am surely about to die— oh wait, maybe I’ve actually got this? Am I actually doing it? Oh shit, look at me go!   For one-shots I like to use a more structured outline and bracket method. I start by dividing my doc into numbered scenes, with each scene getting a notes section and a prose section, like this:

This format gives me a lot of freedom to switch up the order of scenes and to move between scenes so I avoid writer’s block. I can also jump ahead to scenes I really want to write without making a mess of my outline. Once I have something written in the prose section of each scene, I go back and work on replacing each bracket with prose until there are no brackets left. Lastly, I create a new blank doc and copy the prose over in order so I can read the full fic and work on edits from there.  

Do you have any writing quirks?

I have been known to abuse a semicolon. And an em dash. And a conjunction at the start of a sentence. Yes, I do have ADHD.   I’m also a lyricist, so I feel like my prose tends to stray into poetry territory pretty often.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

When I’m finished! Which is probably why I tend to stick to one-shots; I get impatient and want to post stuff the second it’s ready.

Which fic are you most proud of?

‘i don’t know, you figure it out’ for SURE. I’ve never written a fic this long or stuck to a writing project this consistently in my life. Like ever. The last time I even came close was my first NaNoWriMo when I was 16, which was, uh… years ago, plural, and I’ll leave it at that. 😂

How did you get the idea for i don’t know, you figure it out?

“There’s a dead rat on his doorstep.” That’s it. That first sentence/scene popped into my head while I was bored at work, and then I started thinking, “hey, you know what? I don’t know that anyone’s ever done a fic where Max and Steve trade places for S4; that might be fun.”  And then NaNoWriMo was coming up, so I thought it would be cool to try live posting a fully improvised fic every day for a month to see how many words I could write. And then this tragic wet cat version of Steve Harrington grabbed me by the throat and took over my whole life.

When writing Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!, what was something you didn’t expect?

How SAPPY these two got!! My god, boys, I’m trying to write smut over here, stop having a beautiful existential crisis! (I blame Briston Maroney for that though lol, I think I listened to ‘Body’ like 1400 times that month.)

What inspired Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!?

@inklessletter posted this totally gorgeous art of Steve and Eddie recording themselves kissing, and I promptly lost my mind.  

What was your favorite part to write from biting you biting you biting you- oh! kissing you!?

This exchange: Steve: “What? I’m just asking!” Robin: “You’re being embarrassing!” Steve: “No, you’re just embarrassed. There’s a difference.” Like it’s just so them lmao

How do/did you feel writing i don’t know, you figure it out?

You know when you set out on a long hike in the summer and three hours later your calves are screaming and you’re covered in sweat and your sunburn’s starting to itch and this one horse fly won’t fuck off and your cell phone doesn’t even get service out here so literally WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF, and then you climb that last hill and look out on the most beautiful landscape you’ve ever seen in your silly little life? Basically that.

What was the most difficult part of writing Plot Holes?

Ooh, that one was fun! The only real difficulty was trying to keep it to a microfic because the concept could definitely be fleshed out to a full story — @griefabyss69 and I were joking around about “what if someone did ‘plot hole’ for the @steddiemicrofic prompt fill?” and then that fic just fell out of my head in about 15 minutes. 

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

For sure! I’m currently super proud of the graveyard scene in the most recent update of TPAU — I don’t write true horror often, but I love horror so it was really fun to give it a try! Favorite line from any fic is probably this reference to ‘You’re Divine’ in my fic Monsoon Season because I love uncomfortably-aroused prude Eddie, and his internal monologue cracks me up every time I think about it: Freddie Monsoon’s debut novel is called The Fourth Chime, and it is, as far as Eddie can tell, the first installment in a series of unapologetically filthy fuck fests about a man whose lover gets flung into an alternate dimension during an apocalyptic event and miraculously returns as some sort of… sexy bat-boy with a fucking horse dong and a bite kink. Critics are calling it “the most romantic novel of the last decade.” It’s me; I’m Critics.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

My main project right now is finishing TPAU if it kills me, but beyond that, I have a few one-shots for @subeddieweek in the works, including a collab with @griefabyss69 that I’m so so SO excited to share. It’s hot, it’s funny, I can’t wait for y’all to read it. 

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

First of all, as @wormdebut would say: I think you’re pretty. Thank you so much for all your hard work! I love this blog, and I love answering questions <3 Secondly: - Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. - Toss cubed sweet potatoes and parsnips, sliced sweet onion, and fresh garlic in a mix of olive oil, salt, pepper, and rosemary, and then spread in a single layer on a foil-lined baking sheet.  - Bake for ~40-45 minutes. (Potatoes and parsnips should be soft without being mushy when you poke them with a fork.) - Prep your sauce: I made a dijon drizzle situation by mixing olive oil mayo, a dash of dijon mustard, lemon juice, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and a splash of water, but you could also add a little dab of hot sauce, bbq sauce, or different mustards. Basically just grab like four condiments out of your fridge and play around with the flavors you like until you make a mix that’s thin enough to pour. - Drizzle roasted veggies with sauce. - Enjoy a very tasty side dish (or do what I did and eat the whole sheet as a meal like some sort of parsnip goblin because you were too lazy to make the main dish after chopping all those veggies) okay thank you love you byeeeee

Thank you to our author, @wynnyfryd, and our nominator, @griefabyss69! See more of Wynnyfryd's works featured on our page throughout the day!

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[l-in-the-light]

Thanks for your answer 😊🙏 Another question that came to my mind when I read your post about Law liking boys: what do you think about the LawxRobin scenes where he tells her about his "D" (and that he trusts her) and the one after wano victory where they go to underground together?

You're welcome! Also a warning, this is another post replying to multiple asks at once :D

Law x Robin, huh. Sure, let's elaborate on it, but just so you know, my view on them differs greatly from how fandom tends to see their Wano interactions. I spent a lot of time analyzing it in my head (way more than any sane person would) so my initial reaction of "awww so cute he trusts Robin" kinda faded to almost nothing now haha. Just like I stated in that post, I think it was mostly about business. He wanted to know what the D. stands for so he approached the person who was the most likely to know some more information. Sadly, he didn't really gain any new knowledge. As much as I love that scene because it feels like Law is trusting Robin there, I think we shouldn't overestimate it in general. He basically offered a trade (I tell you my hidden name, you tell me something back in exchange - favour for a favour! It's his usual MO with strangers) and I doubt he would do that without any good reason for it. That scene has a different vibe from the one in which he shares about Corazon to Luffy, he's actually opening up and he doesn't expect anything back for it (you can argue he does that so Luffy understands fighting Doflamingo is personal for Law and to leave it up to him, but it's still just for that - so that Luffy understands. It's not a trade). With Robin he seems rather guarded when comparing the two scenes together.

I have my suspicions about their talk there. Law is using veeeery vague words when he claims he shares the info "because he trusts Robin". What he actually says is just this: "omae dakara hanashita" which means literally "I told you because it's you" and you can interpret it any way you like, Robin took it a sign of trust and thanked him, but it's so vague it can also mean something like "I tell this ONLY to you" and that smells of a hidden reason to me. But of course it fits Law's withdrawn personality to not say the words like "trust" straightforwardly, right? But in his scene with Luffy he is kinda openly emotional in contrast - he literally tells him Corazon was the person he loved who gave him his life and that he is deeply indebted to him. Law didn't use many words, but all those words carried emotional weight, unlike the vague phrase he used with Robin. But anyway it wouldn't make sense to say my conspiracy theory here without explaining loose links from Water 7. Also I'm like 50-50 on that and I really think fandom wouldn't want to get spoiled this way in case I'm right.

Their randezvous in the secret chamber doesn't strike me as romantic honestly (I know people love it just because Robin and Law are alone together and oh just few inches from each other, and interpret what Robin says as teasing, but I need more than that for romantic vibes, sorry :D). It basically starts with Robin accusing Law of being a hyena (at least that's how he subjectively felt about that! and she didn't deny) and he gets back at her for it when he shambled only himself to that window (he even keeps his sour face on when she's complaining it's unfair, he doesn't even want to tell her it's a payback haha). Yes, he's that petty. Don't you like it in him? I certainly do, he's so hilarious.

Anyway, the whole scene is just them sharing business together, and it's slightly hinted that Law was kinda eavesdropping on them before he actually joined in, that's why Robin's reaction might have been that strong and a bit hostile. Robin prides herself in being sensitive to people around and their intentions, picking up on the slightest hints other people don't (like she said in Water 7, it's her survival's instinct), but she couldn't sense Law so ofc that would rub her the wrong way. Anime especially did a great job at showing it, with Law appearing out of nowhere exactly when Robin is gonna go down the hidden stairs. A timing a bit too perfect, eh? I wouldn't call Law a hyena (he had perfectly rational reason to be there!), but he sure was so damn sneaky and smooth about it.

Anyway, I guess my point is: those two are very guarded people, both dislike to show a moment of weakness because they know it can result in deadly situation. And they're also both very business-oriented. If there was any scene between Robin and Law that showed them as closer to each other, it would be all the way back in Dressrosa.

Just look at the mutual respect they show each other here! Law isn't acting freaked out by Robin's powers (because why would he, right? His powers are also quite peculiar. But I bet that earned him extra sympathy points here. How many times Robin heard it as a child that she's a monster just because she has devil fruit's powers) but also immediately worries about Robin and Usopp's safety instead of his own. Then he sits down to talk with Robin, just so they're more or less on eye-level, that's really considerate of him, especially in such a tense/crisis situation. And at the end of their talk Robin tosses him a "good luck" (in Japanese apparently it's a different phrase, one you say before a battle), and Law says "same to you" which is the closest he ever gets to say something even slightly akin to a greeting in the whole series. Soon afterwards Robin notices the ground shaking and worries for Law, because she knows it's a sign that he's in a tough fight. This is a huge step for Robin to worry about someone she actually suspected of betraying Luffy in Punk Hazard. She was always guarded whenever Law so much as appeared on screen.

This is also a great scene between them. Robin can't understand Law's dedication to Luffy, she clearly thought Law is indeed seeing their cooperation as only business-style alliance, they share a common goal, Law shouldn't feel like he owes anything to Luffy, and so she tries to appeal to Law's sense of reason here. She does it because she's concerned about him, she reacts really strongly to see him defeated (he definitely has her respect for his strength and skills to manage crisis!), and even more concerned when she notices his severed arm. She tries to make him think straight so he takes care of himself firstmost, but it's not for herself that she's saying it: it's for Luffy. I think Robin realized in Punk Hazard already that Luffy is really attached to Law, so of couse she wouldn't want to see Luffy sad if Law loses his life here, especially not after Luffy entrusted Law to her. She must be really taken aback with Law's final answer. I wonder what she might be thinking about Luffy's importance to Law now, because I would say she kinda caught a wind or at least a hint that Law cares more deeply than it seems at first glance.

Honestly every single one of their interactions in Dressrosa is much more meaningful than anything they shared in Wano, where both of them are just honestly clamming up again. I mean, there is no battle going on anymore (they had conversations in Wano before the plan was set into motion and after the battle has ended), and fighting together tends to bring people momentarily closer. But we shouldn't forget that in daily circumenstances Robin will still keep her guard up and so will Law, because trust in an ally in a battle is different than being emotionally open to a friend. They're both smart and they're not gonna pretend that just because Luffy calls Law his friend, that for Robin alliance means friendship as well. This also stays in line with what I believe is quite realistic when two very traumatized people having issues to open up actually meet and interact. Law might know about Ohara from the newspapers desciribing Enies Lobby incident, but I doubt Robin knows about Flevance or would know to connect Law to it in any way (fics often make her almost clairvoyant how she figures him out, but nah, that's just wishful thinking). That shared traumatic experience could bring them closer, but I think for now it's mostly one-sided, because Robin has no way to know.

Damn, I had a lot to say about all of that, haha. I hope you had fun reading about their interactions from a different angle!

Personally, I think Law x Luffy dynamics work better overall.

Law x Robin:

two very traumatized people

both don't open up and keep their guards around strangers

none can cheer the other because they both have pretty gloom personalities

they like cute things

share same or similar sense of humour (though Robin's more morbid)

both very serious

both good listeners and observant

both independant

both like to tease/stress Usopp (they could form a "tormenting Usopp fanclub", they tease him out of affection ofc)

both like their peace and quiet but also to watch other people cause chaos from afar (unless someone provokes Law)

both cling to cheerful people, both remember their mentor's smile

Etc. I think they would be great best buddies in the longer run and understand each other on a special level.

Law x Luffy:

both like to cheer up people (Luffy's the ultimate person to cheer anyone up. And it brings this side of Law to the light of the day too)

both are reckless little shits liking to cause chaos and beat people up for hurting people dear to them, both don't know when to give up

friendship is a serious matter and so is trust for both of them

one constantly smiles outwardly, the other inwardly

they both know the pain of losing their most important person

one is a younger sibling, the other the older sibling personality type

they understand each other without words

take each other seriously (and almost no one takes Luffy seriously)

both are stubborn mules with competetive side

overdedicated to protect others and not care enough about their own wellbeing in the process

remind each other of people they once loved the most and which they lost

In the longer run those two will cover up for the other's weakness and could literally turn the world upside down together while laughing/smirking.

Summing it up, Robin and Law are similar souls, going side by side. Luffy and Law instead have each other's backs, complementing each other. I feel like it's really a matter of preference and I sway towards Luffy x Law, their interactions are just so fun. But I do enjoy Law x Robin, just more as a friendship. Tbh both work as friendships the best and I tend to prefer them this way. I just think the friendship Law and Luffy have going on is something extraordinary on a whole different level. They're behaving with each other in ways they don't really share with others.

I think it would. But it doesn't have to be his biological family for him to be happy, you know. Whether his partner is a woman or a man, whether his own kid or more like picked up and adopted, it would make him happy just the same. He has already his adopted family in his Hearts Pirates and Wolf. He definitely is already part of Strawhats adopted family as well. And who knows to how many other "found families" he can belong from now on! He deserves a family, he actually deserves more than one that he can call his own.

There is lately one scenario I'm especially fond of actually. If Law becomes a Strawhat officially and Bonney will be also adopted in the crew as a sort of "next generation", he would totally act like a father/older sibling towards her. Sure, he would still act annoyed, worry all the time, but deep down he would love every second of it. He could finally be a brother to a kid that reminds him of Lammy. Life denied him that before so it would mean so much for his healing progress if he could reclaim it. I think as a father he would still act a lot like an older sibling actually. The same way Cora-san is also hard to classify, was he an older sibling, a father figure, a younger sibling, a bit of each combined? Anyway, I'm sure Law would try to live up to his caretaker and return the favour to someone else.

No matter how it would happen, yes, having his family, found or biological, would make him happy. I truly believe it's that one thing in his life he truly wants. Of course, once he has one, he would be worrying and afraid of losing them. Perhaps in that case Strawhats would be his best choice; they're very strong people capable of taking care of themselves, so he could perhaps learn to believe in them, that they wouldn't kill themselves off the moment he takes his eyes off of them. He would still worry a lot and protect them, but at least maybe he wouldn't self-explode in the process. He probably still will.

Indeed it has been asked before :) but no worries, I will link you to the answer so you can read all upon that: https://www.tumblr.com/l-in-the-light/760279386040795136 Enjoy! Sadly I don't have any new thoughts regarding that, otherwise I would add some now :3 Maybe just one: it doesn't matter if it's friendship, romantic relationship, the progress would be similar in this case, or at least I believe that.

[sebadztian]

I have a bit of a random question? Why is green witch arc considered the s*bac*el arc? I don't mind the arc, but I'm just afraid non-manga reading fans are going to heavily ship Ciel & Sieglinde due to their ages. If anything I think it will cause a bigger rift amongst the ship/fandom. I personally found something like the Book of the Atlantic to be more SC coded, so I was just curious if there was something crucial I wasn't understanding?

Hello, anon!

So sorry it took me ages to answer your ask.

Essay below...

Right, I can see why people might see GWA as Cielinde and if they see it that way, that's totally valid. Will it create more discourse in the fandom? I don't know.

However, for me personally, when I first read this arc (that was BEFORE I got into Sebaciel), I actually ended up shipping Sieglinde/Wolf 😔🙃

But why I see GWA as Sebaciel coded is because this is where their relationship takes a big leap forward. I talked about it in this post and this one too.

I can see why you see BoA as more Sebaciel coded, and no, you're not missing anything. And I agree with you. Both arcs are Sebaciel coded (almost the entire manga is SC coded if you want to see it that way), but they're different.

In Book of Atlantic, we see their past, how they learned to be an earl and his butler from a spare and a demon, as shown in Sebas' cinematic record.

In the 'Tango on the Campania' (the musical) Sebastian made it even more clear that at the beginning of their contract, Ciel was just 'any other child' and Seb himself was 'just a demon'.

At the end of his record, we see how Sebas chose to serve Ciel because he's fascinated by his beauty and his foolishness.

In GWA, it was Ciel's turn to choose Sebastian as shown in these panels.

Add those to the posts that I've linked above, I think we can say that this arc plays a very significant role in the development of SC relationship.

The way I see it, BoA is the basic foundation of their relationship, mostly in relation to their past. It was also the first time that Sebas realized that he could lose Ciel.

GWA builds on that and it solidifies their relationship. This is necessary, and even important, to prepare them for the future (The Boyband arc, the Zombie Brother arc, and the rest of the manga).

If what happened in GWA hadn't happened the way they did, Sebas wouldn't have realized how much he cared about Ciel.

In GWA, he almost lost Ciel (again) and this time, it was worse because this time round, he had to depend on others (Sieg & Finny) to save & take care of his master. For once, he was powerless, and more importantly, Ciel has rejected him. Without those events, he wouldn't have realized just how important Ciel is to him and it also takes him down a peg or two and I'm always down for that.

On Ciel's part, without GWA, he wouldn't have been able to face his zombie brother like he did. It was during his... inner turnoil that he realized why he's doing this and it was then that he has chosen Sebas, above his own family, above his trauma, his guilt, and even his brother.

This is an important turning point and a big leap for the both of them, both individually and as a unit. They went through their own individual character development in relation to each other, unlike in BoA where they both developed together as a team.

So, yes, both Book of Atlantic and GWA are Sebaciel coded, but in different ways.

Also, the result of GWA? My most favourite panels in the entire manga...

My point is, there is no right or wrong answer/way in looking at each arc. What I share with you here is just my own way of looking at this arc through Sbcl lens. Some people might look at it differently and they might not even see the significance of GWA in relation to Sebaciel, and that's completely okay.

Thabk you for the ask!

[theminecraftbee]

Just out of curiosity, do you know any alternative ways of showing types of relationships that could be used on ao3? I find the & and / method to be very constraining, especially with ambiguous or multi-dimensional relationships. & for platonic and / for romantic does not allow for a proper representation of nonstandard relationships, for example an enemy/loathing or polyamorous relationship. (Homestuck quadrants are their own thing and are not what I am asking for/about.)

answer that answers your question:

yes and no. if you just want another category of markers to exist, i know you said no homestuck quadrants, but those are probably most commonly used, although they're all synned to the / tag. i've seen some exchanges that want to differentiate use /& together, i've seen ? be used, and i've seen some invent their own tag (largely exchanges use these for matching purposes and it's rare but i HAVE seen it). however, there's no unifying convention, and ao3 will eventually syn all of these to either the / or & tag (usually the / unless the wranglers have a very good reason to think it's the & tbh). so know that even if you use your own symbol, it will show up in the relationship tag it ends up synned to.

one of the most common solutions to this is to use the symbol closest to what you want--personally i tend to just use the & unless there's fic content i think gen fans would really hate, since & is the tag that covers the much wider spectrum of relationships in my head, although some people will differ--and use freeform tags to disambiguate. for example, last days has the & tag for joe and cleo, along with a "queerplatonic relationships" tag! i believe "ambiguous relationships" is also a canonical tag, and you don't have to use canonicals if you can't find the one you like! the world is your oyster.

(here i'll also note: the & doesn't require them be like... friends. it just requires the fic be about their relationship in some way, and for this relationship to not be romantic or sexual. enemies is absolutely covered here, as is like, weird coworkers, or even tags like "hero & the public".)

(similarly, the / tag doesn't require they like each other, it just requires it to be a "ship"; enemies who have a ton of sexual tension goes under this, as do things like abusive romantic or sexual relationships; just make sure you're using your warnings and additional tags appropriately!)

the other most common solution is to tag both the / and & tag and use a tag like the "ambiguous relationships" or "this can be read as either" or "queerplatonic relationships" or whatever other disambiguating tag you think it needs. this is less common in the mcyt fandom because of the mcyt fandom's history of being SUPER WEIRD about shipping, but it's often the most common solution in fandoms that aren't this one.

"i want ao3 to have a ship tag that is neither & nor /, and is not considered synonymous with either" unfortunately this doesn't exist and isn't going to. like i'd love to say there's a way to make it exist but it Won't because of how ao3 was designed to work on a backend level and also ao3 does NOT change quickly, for better or for worse. you're going to have to pick between "make up a symbol and it will probably be synned to /", "use the tag you think you like best", or "use both". i wish there was another option too, if it helps, but the additional tags are really useful here!

"use no relationship tag" is also always an option; the relationship tag is not a required tag!

answer that answers your two examples, neither of which really fit the question as i understand it, hence me separating them out:

a fic about the relationship between two enemies is either the & tag if you just want the one that is actually meant to be used or the / tag if you mean for it to be like, the kind of enemies that have sexual tension. use additional tags to additionally disambiguate (example: just put in the tags the canonical tag "enemies" and you're good to go). the & tag is for ANY kind of platonic relationship, it does not require the two characters like each other, only that the fic is about their relationship! you can use the homestuck <3< if you REALLY wanna make it clear but that's synned to /, so like, up to you. if you're super worried someone will misunderstand the & tag you can also just not tag a relationship, relationships aren't mandatory tags.

i have no idea why you're asking about polyamory because that has a solution that's entirely unrelated to the problem you propose: you just tag the ship. ship tags with more than two names in them are legal tags, as long as it doesn't go over ao3's tag character limit you're good. if you do hit the limit, just use more than one tag! this is totally fine and follows ao3 conventions, don't worry. if it's the kind of polyamorous relationship with metamours, where not everyone is dating everyone, this is where more than one overlapping relationship tag REALLY helps. plus: you can mix / and & tags! not all of them will be canonical yet, but that's true of ANY ship tag you're originating! i have seen the form of "character/character & character" in many fandoms before, it's totally valid and will disambiguate! (also, the ensemble tags may help you here if you're doing like, a polyhermits thing; "hermitcraft ensemble/hermitcraft ensemble" is a legal tag and i think what polyhermits is probably synned to.)

so yeah, hopefully this helps some! good luck out there!

[k-s-morgan]

Hey K, have you seen the controversy around Hugh Dancy’s answers to hannigram-related questions at the Fan expo? Some fans are mad saying he’s a Hannigram denier but I’ve been in this fandom for 11 years now and honestly, reading his answers, he’s still saying the same stuff he always did though? So I’m a bit confused as to why people are angry with his answers?

He always acknowledged they loved each other, that it was a romance, but platonic. Also, I think he’s got a very British sense of humor and is sarcastic and ironic a lot and was never really into discussing hannigram as an openly gay romance, but more so because he is a literal guy in the way he communicates. Tons of Brits are like that. Especially actors, they’re not keen on doing fan service or saying what people like to hear. Mads on the other hand, loves enticing the audience and talking about Hannigram the way they want to hear.

All in all, maybe it’s bc some of these people are new to the fandom, but I literally think that this was just Hugh being Hugh and he gave mostly the same responses as he’s done in the past. It’s a mix of his sense of humor and the tone of the fan expo which is light and not necessarily a proper interview where he’d be more serious and give long answers.

Overall, what do you think?

Hi! Yes, I know a lot of people were unhappy with Hugh's responses - I'm not watching the fandom as closely as I used to, but I'm still keeping an eye on it.

I agree with you in that I heard nothing new. In my opinion, the problem lies in the reputation of 'Hannibal' fandom. We're known as a (mostly) cozy place where the biggest M/M ship is canon and actively supported by cast, writers, and the director. They all said so many wonderful things over the years, things that keep being repeated and are taken as a fandom Bible.

That's why people might still be unpleasantly surprised when they hear Hugh's reserved, distant replies, or Mads' weirdly shallow answers, or Bryan's ideas that are all over the place.

The truth is, ten years separate these people from their work. Hugh in particular hasn't even seen S3 as a complete product, at least from what I lasted heard. Besides, they all have been inconsistent even when the show was airing - Hugh has an interesting habit of saying different things depending on what kind of interview he's giving and who he's with. As an example, in the commentary to S3, he agreed with Bryan that Will was jealous of Bedelia and snapping at her because of it, but then later, he said Will disliked Bedelia for basically being a bad person, with jealousy being unrelated to it.

I'll be the first person to admit that some of Hugh's (and others') answers make no sense or contradict the show, but over the years, I got very used to it, to the point where it doesn't faze me any longer.

Hugh thinks it would take Will 7 season to fall in love with Hannibal, even though 7 seasons haven't been in the plans for over a decade (as Bryan has settled on 5 ages ago), and Will's silence to Bedelia's question and his further choices clearly meant to show he reciprocates? Ok. Hugh things Will's feelings for Hannibal are unrelated to his feelings regarding his own darkness? Fine - at least he acknowledged Will is dark because sometimes there are some denials about it. He thinks Will's decision to betray Jack and Alana and get a bunch of innocent people killed has nothing to do with his love for Hannibal? Lol, but all right.

I don't believe S4 will ever happen. Now, if it's announced, and then I keep hearing the stuff I really don't like, I might get worried, but as it is, I just save the things I agree with and ignore the rest :D The show is over, and we are all invited to come up with our own version of Will and Hannibal's future life. I'm also absolutely certain that we, passionate fans, know the show much, much better than people who were involved in it a decade ago. I mean, if I finished writing a fic 2 years ago, then a reader who just read it will probably know it better than I do at this point. It's natural.

Also, during this reunion, so many wonderful things were said, too. About Hannibal inviting Molly 'for dinner' and Will describing him as a 'therapist' to her, Hannibal urging Will to lose at least a dog or two out of the thousand when they are on the run, Will being annoyed by Hannibal's fussy kitchen habits, etc.

Basically, I don't think we heard anything new or bad. Some answers might have been frustrating, but the good still tops the bad, in my opinion - and the bad isn't all that relevant.

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Pretend For A While

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Pairing: TO!Jim Street x fem!rookie!reader

Summary: You fall for Street on your first day as a rookie, but it takes a hostage situation and a guilty conscience for Street to realize he feels the same.

Warnings: fluff, angst, r is abducted and stabbed, mentions of hospitals and surgery, more fluff

Word Count: 4.5k+ words

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During your time in the police academy, you heard dozens of horror stories. The premise of each was training officers. Your TO can make or break your career; you have no say in who you are assigned to or how they treat you. So, as you walk into the station on your first day after graduating from the academy, you’re excited and nervous all at once. You did well in the academy, but that doesn’t mean anything now. You’re a boot, so you’re back at the bottom, and every move you make will be watched and judged.

“Now,” the watch commander announces. “Rookies, it’s time to be assigned to your training officer. Your TO is the most important person to you during this period of your training. Listen, apply, and learn.”

You nod and listen as your fellow rookies are told who will decide their fate in the coming weeks. When the watch commander says your name, you sit up straighter and nod in acknowledgement.

“Your TO is Officer Jim Street,” he says before continuing his list.

You fight the urge to turn in your seat and find Officer Street. Every opinion you’ve heard recently was different: don’t be too eager, be eager, stay quiet, express your opinion, and ask questions. It has been a whirlwind, but your TO can strengthen it into a hurricane in a moment.

“You’re dismissed,” the watch commander concludes. “Go serve and protect. Good luck.”

Before you stand, you take a deep breath. The moment you turn, Officer Street is already behind you.

“Nice to meet you, Officer Street,” you say.

He shakes your hand and smiles. “You, too. Do you have any questions before we roll out?”

“One, actually, sir. What is the most important thing to you? What should my focus be?”

Street tilts his head to the side as his smile shifts from friendly to amused. “I don’t want you to spend your day proving yourself to me. You made it this far, so I know you can do this job. That’s all you need to focus on: do what you’ve been trained to do, do it well, and stay safe.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

“Alright. Go get the gear and meet me in the garage.”

You dip your head once before you walk past him to check out your equipment. Street’s attitude surprised you, but you won’t let your guard down. Yes, being a police officer is your main objective, yet you know you can’t do that without your TO approving your work.

“No,” Street says. “You need to go in at an angle. If you can’t see the window before you approach the vehicle, you wait for backup. When you’re riding alone, you’re cover and contact at the same time.”

“Yes, sir,” you answer.

More than listening, you walk out further and slow until you can see in the driver’s window. His hands are on the steering wheel, and no weapons are in sight. You look toward Street and nod before approaching the driver to issue a speeding ticket. It goes well, the driver is kind and understanding, and you’re simply waiting for the other (no pun intended) boot to drop. Your first day is going too well based on what you’ve heard about being a rookie.

“You did really well,” Street praises as you return to the shop. “Your understanding of procedure is great. Can’t imagine how well you’ll do on the rookie exam.”

“Thank you,” you murmur.

You came into the station this morning expecting to be in another horror story. One you would escape as a cop in short sleeves, but after a trying probationary period regardless. Yet, you’re sitting beside Jim Street, who has blindsided you completely. He’s stern and gives good instructions, yet he is incredibly sweet to you. Between calls, he asks you about yourself, helps you prepare for possible scenarios, and while you’re actively working, he gives you room to do it yourself. 

You would be the first to admit that his attitude and actions have taken you aback. However, you refuse to let your shock and respect for him hinder your work. Street is great, and you’d love to get to know him outside of the shop, but it will never happen. Your TO will never see you as more than a boot, and even if he is nice, it doesn’t mean anything. So, your focus remains on the job. However, that focus wavers when you overhear Street comforting a young girl at a crime scene. He’s special, and you’re falling into something that you know is wrong.

The last day of your first week as a rookie arrives quickly. One boot has already quit, driven to believe they weren’t good enough by their TO. It’s an odd parallel to your relationship with Street, who has only reprimanded you once. He apologized after and explained that seeing you in danger made him speak without thinking. 

He walks into the bullpen after you arrive and smiles as he passes you. I’m doomed, you realize immediately. Falling in love with your TO has to be against some unspoken rule. It’s just a harmless crush; don’t get distracted, you scold yourself. Yet, when he approaches you after you receive your assignment for the day, you know that is far easier said than done. He’s been a cop longer than you, he is your superior, your future relies on him, and most importantly, Jim Street will never see you as anything other than a part of his job.

“Do you want to drive today?” Street asks as you walk to the garage, side-by-side.

“Depends,” you answer slowly. “Is that a trick question or a trap?”

Street chuckles as he shakes his head. “Just an offer to let you drive.”

“Then, yes, I’d like that. And I’ll be sure to turn on my blinker exactly 300 yards before planned turns.”

“I don’t think I could even gauge that distance,” Street counters.

“That has to be a trap.”

“They’re not traps. I’m not trying to set you up to fail. You’ve got this.”

“I hope so,” you mumble as you open the driver’s door.

As you pull out of the station and onto the streets of Los Angeles, you focus on the road. But the silence is unsettling, so you decide to ask a question and ease the tension you feel.

“Do I have to use my blinkers during a pursuit?” you ask.

“I’m not answering that,” Street replies.

“Why not?”

“Because you know the answer.” He smiles and shakes his head before he adds, “If you’re going to ask me a question, find one that isn’t so obvious.”

“Okay. Why didn’t you yell at me for missing the third suspect when we cleared that house yesterday?”

It’s been bothering you since it happened. Such blatant oversight would have ended in a lecture for any other rookie. Street simply arrested him and reminded you to check in closets, not just open the door.

“There was no reason to yell. You made a mistake; it happens,” Street explains. “I hope that my explanation will help you do better in the future. Yelling would have just made you nervous.”

“They don’t teach that in TO school, do they?”

“Look, the horror stories are true. Every one of them. My TO was hard on me, too. But we all do this in different ways, and for different cops. You needed a reminder, not a lecture.”

“So, you’re saying you will lecture me if the situation calls for it?”

“I would prefer not to. I like complimenting you more,” Street says.

You smile but don’t reply as dispatch alerts you to an abduction in the area. The dispatcher relays the details of the amber alert, and you shift your attention from Street to finding the suspects’ van.

Back at the station, after the abducted child had been found without a scratch, you watch Street talk to your watch commander. All the TOs are in his office while you sit in the bullpen with the rest of the rookies.

I like complimenting you more Street said earlier. You refuse to see something that isn’t there, but you like Street. More than you should.

“Good morning,” you greet as you exit the locker room on Monday morning.

“Morning,” Street replies. “How was your weekend?”

“Educational.”

Street’s brows raise as he looks at you. You chuckle at his reaction and shake your head.

“I reviewed my entire rook book. You said you wanted a hard question,” you explain.

“And did you find one?”

“No. It’s all pretty straightforward. Unless what’s the meaning of life counts.”

“It doesn’t. No existential stuff.”

“So, you don’t think we’re fated to be BFFs because I got the best TO and you got the second-best rookie?” you tease.

“Second best?” Street repeats.

“That’s all you caught from that?”

“I heard you, that’s just what I’m choosing to acknowledge. Are you ready to go?”

It’s your turn to raise your brows at Street’s question with the obvious answer.

“I know, stupid question. Let’s go,” Street says.

After you pull out, dispatch announces a domestic disturbance less than a mile away. Street attaches you and himself to the call, so you drive toward the address with your lights and sirens on.

“Remember protocol. These are never easy,” Street reminds you as you park outside the house.

You nod before you exit the shop. Yelling and glass shattering are audible from the yard, and Street directs you toward a side entrance. It stands open, and you stop before you become visible to the people inside.

“I’ll cover, you make entry and evaluate the situation,” Street instructs quietly.

“Yes, sir,” you agree.

He raises his weapon toward the door and moves in a small semi-circle behind as you step over the threshold. A wall of cabinets blocks your view, and you lower toward the floor as you move toward an opening. Street moves so he can see anyone coming toward you. When you reach the casing around the doorway, you stop. The floor is covered in broken glass, and you can see blood on several pieces.

You turn toward Street and shake your head. Besides the glass and the blood, you can’t see anything. He nods and gestures for you to come back.

“You’re dead,” someone growls inside. “Good thing about this neighborhood? No one will think twice about the shot.”

Your eyes widen as you nod toward Street. He moves inside silently, and you stand to peek around the corner. A large hand grips the collar of your uniform and pulls you around the corner harshly. You yelp in surprise but raise your elbow toward the man’s jaw.

Street steps toward you quickly but doesn’t hear the men enter the kitchen behind him. Two of them grab him at the same time, pulling his arms back as his gun clatters to the floor.

Around the corner, you continue fighting against the man who has to be more than twice your size. A woman is groaning behind you, but you’re happy to take the attention from her so Street can get in and help her. He twists suddenly and pushes you against the wall with his weight. You can’t move, but you can wait for the right moment if you stay calm.

“Found her partner,” a man yells from the kitchen.

Street yells your name worriedly before he adds, “Backup’s on the way. Get out of here!”

The man holding you with your arms pinned painfully against your sides laughs in your face. Your calm composure is threatened by the knowledge that your suspect isn’t alone, and his co-conspirators, co-abusers, whatever term they would like to be charged with when this is over, have Street trapped.

“She can’t do that,” the man replies. “She can help, though. Give me one, meet at four.”

He raises his hand, and something metal reflects the light from the window before he brings his hand down toward your cheekbone, and you slump against the wall. You distantly register his hands on you as he lifts you, but you’re too disoriented to fight, so you focus on keeping your eyes open to watch where he takes you.

The men in the kitchen struggle to keep Street as he fights to get to you. One of them pulls his handcuffs from his belt and secures his wrists behind his back. With his hands pulled back, chasing them would be pointless. The other kicks the back of Street’s knees, so he falls to the floor. He yells for them to stop, but they exit the door he came in through.

Someone groans in pain in the other room, and Street uses his legs and shoulders to push himself up into a kneeling position. He lifts one knee before pressing himself up to stand. As he moves into the living room, he sees the bloody glass shards and a woman lying on the floor. There is no sign of you, though. Street clenches his jaw before he rolls his shoulders back to retrieve his radio. His hand hits his handcuff key first, and he struggles to undo one of the cuffs. When he’s free, he radios for an ambulance and backup before reporting your abduction. He drops his hand after he ends the transmission.

“This is my fault,” he says to himself.

The woman inhales sharply, and he turns his attention toward her. You are strong but shouldn’t have to be in this situation. Street will get you back, no matter what it takes. The guilt begins to weigh on him as he sees the signs of abuse on the woman beside him. If you are hurt because of him, he will never forgive himself.

Stay calm, he yells in his mind. He’s no use to you if he gets angry and reckless. To find you and save you, he has to focus. When the sirens of police cars and ambulances grow louder, he promises the woman that everything will be okay soon. Then, he forces himself to believe that.

It takes six hours, but Street finds you. He combed through everything he could find; from the rental agreement at the house you were abducted in, he pulled DMV records and rap sheets, then traced every alias, associates, next of kin, and other residences. Then, he evaluated the likelihood of where they would take an abducted cop. There are only four choices, and he takes the most likely one. As he runs inside, he knows he can’t be trusted near the suspect. So, he finds you and doesn’t so much as glance when they haul him out.

“I’m so sorry,” Street apologizes as he kneels beside you.

“For what?” you ask softly.

Street leans over you and sees your swollen, bloody, and bruised cheekbone. There’s a bloodstain on your pants, but Street decides to let the paramedics check you.

“I shouldn’t have let you go in alone.”

“You didn’t. You were covering me, but he knew somehow… Was it brass knuckles?”

“What?” Street questions.

“My cool new face scar. Brass knuckles?”

Street huffs a laugh before he mumbles, “Looks like it.”

You smile before grimacing in pain. Street takes your hand, the one closest to him, and runs his thumb over your knuckles. The ambulance arrives soon after, and three paramedics rush inside to check on you. Street stays beside you as they gather around you.

“Sir, we need you to-“ one of them begins.

“I’m not leaving her,” Street snaps. “Work around me.”

You squeeze his hand, and he takes a deep breath. He glances down, and when he sees your eyes on his face, he decides to watch you rather than what the people around you are doing.

“We have to get her to the hospital,” the female looking at your leg wound announces.

“Officer,” the first paramedic tries again.

“I’m going with her,” Street interrupts.

“I understand. Can you step back so we can get the gurney in?”

Street realizes then that the room you’re in is tiny. You barely fit laid out as you are, and with the paramedics around you, one of them is pressed against the wall to secure a tourniquet around your thigh.

“Yeah, yeah,” Street agrees quietly. “I’m right here,” he reminds you before he pulls his hand from yours.

He steps out of the room, but the moment you’re brought out, Street is back at your side. His hand slides into yours again as he climbs into the ambulance with you. You knew he’d come but weren’t expecting such protectiveness or an apology. Knowing that Street is a good cop and the best TO you could have asked for didn’t prepare you for this.

“Which hospital?” the driver asks.

“Shaw,” Street answers.

“But-“

“Shaw,” he repeats. “The recovery team there is better prepared.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver agrees.

“What’s your blood type?” a paramedic asks.

Street answers for you, and you wonder if he’ll stay this overprotective when you return to the field. Will he ever trust you again? you ask yourself. Will he ever trust himself enough to?

When you’re moved to a private room after a short surgery, Street is waiting for you.

“Look,” you say, raising a clear bag with a broken knife tip inside. “This was in my leg!”

“They put you on the good meds already?” Street asks.

His voice doesn’t sound right; strained sarcasm doesn’t suit him. He nods and takes the bag from your extended hand. As he flips it to look at the metal shard that was millimeters from severing an artery, Street reminds himself that it’s his fault. His guilt has been eating at him since the moment he found you. Seeing the extent of your injuries worsens it.

“I’m not high on pain meds,” you answer. “Just thought it would lighten the mood.”

Street shakes his head and returns your macabre souvenir. 

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“Don’t apologize. When- The doctor said you can start therapy as soon as you feel better and get some rest. They’re thinking you can get back to work next week… if you want.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to?” you ask.

“Listen, I won’t let anything like this happen again. Ever. Whether you decide to continue your training with me or not.”

You tilt your head to the side to look at Street. He’s tired, stressed, worried, or some combination of all three.

“I don’t want another TO,” you tell him. “I got hurt. It’s part of what I signed up for.”

“But you didn’t-“

“I knew what I was getting into, Street,” you interrupt. “This doesn’t make me weak or mean that I need another training officer. I want to finish what we started. If you don’t… then that’s your choice.”

“I want to,” Street says quickly. “Of course I want to.”

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course. Get some rest. We’ve got therapy to start.”

“We?”

“Someone has to train you through your recovery. Can’t have you drop to the third-best rookie.”

Street leans back in the stiff hospital chair and closes his eyes. You watch him momentarily; his tight jaw, tense shoulders, and smile don’t go together, yet you still think he’s handsome. Even after being kidnapped, you still have a crush on Street. You shake your head and lay back, your smile matching Street’s as you drift off.

“Street!” Hicks yells. “Wait up.”

Street turns in the hospital hallway and furrows his brows. “Commander,” he greets.

“I heard about what happened to your rookie. How’s she doin’?”

“Better. She just finished physical therapy. The doctors think she’ll be discharged tomorrow and ready for field work within a week. No long-term damage, other than some scars.”

“That’s good. Let me ask you a question, Jim, and I want you to think before you answer.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why are you still here? She’s fine, yet you’re stuck to her side and walking beside her through every step of this recovery.”

Street ponders the question before he answers, “Because it’s my fault. This happened because I let her go in first, I was careless. So, I’m doing everything I can to make it better, and I won’t let it happen again. I can’t.”

Hicks nods. “I get it. But she went in, too. It’s the hardest part about being a TO. Okay? We drill it into their heads, but at the end of the day, they make their own calls.”

Street knows that, deep down. But the guilt, the responsibility for putting you here, won’t disappear with one simple reminder. He can’t eliminate the guilt by reminding himself that you did it. He can’t shift the guilt or accept that bad things happen. Not when he can do something about it.

“Okay,” Street answers. “I’ll, uh, I’ll give her some room.”

“Maybe not too much,” Hicks says as he turns to leave.

During your last physical therapy appointment before you’re discharged, Street is absent. He left to go home and stop by your apartment and make sure it was prepared for you to recover over the weekend. It surprised you, the sudden shift from overprotective to helpful. Not that he wasn’t helpful while overprotective, but the space feels odd now.

You remind yourself that Street has other responsibilities, and his decision to prepare your apartment for your return was protective, too. There is no arguing with yourself that your feelings have grown stronger, though. Despite knowing, you force your feelings for Street down. You just have to be respectful and professional. He’s your TO, he’s helping you recover, nothing more. You think.

“Today will be hectic,” your watch commander says as he enters. “Events, sales, and one of the biggest traveling days of the season mean you will be busy today. Don’t sacrifice form or safety for anything. Call backup when you need it and watch out for each other. This is still policing, so remember your protocols and procedures and we will get through this.”

Street calls your name as you stand and wraps his fingers around your bicep. You turn toward him and smile, but it drops at his serious look.

“We are sticking together today. Every call, no matter how small or safe they seem. Understood?” he asks.

“Understood,” you answer with a nod.

“You know everything to do, we just need to make sure our surroundings are conducive to our job. Anything seems off and we call backup.”

“Yes, sir. It’s going to be busy, isn’t it?”

“You have no idea. Go grab the gear and we’ll get an early start.”

“Street! A moment?” Commander Hicks calls.

Street nods before trailing his fingers over your sleeve as he steps back. You watch him approach Hicks but look away quickly and remind yourself that you have a job to do. Ignoring your feelings after a touch like that is harder than anything you’ve done as a cop.

While you sign for your gear, Hicks shakes his head at Street. “How is she doing?” Hicks asks. 

“She’s recovered well. Since coming back, she’s-“

Hicks raises his hand, and Street stops talking. “You’re talking like her TO, but you aren’t acting like a TO.”

“I-“

“You never have, though, have you? Because your relationship was never normal or professional. I wouldn’t even say platonic.”

Street remains quiet. Never normal or professional, never platonic. You have never been any of those things in Street’s mind; Hicks is right about that. Street never treated you like a boot because he never saw you as one. He barely saw you as a cop some days. And when you were injured, he only saw someone he needed to be close to.

“Oh,” Street murmurs.

Hicks scoffs before he smiles and demands, “Don’t oh me, kid, go do something about it.”

Street nods quickly and walks toward the shop. He can’t do anything about it while you’re on the clock and surrounded by body and dash cams. He’ll have to hide his realization until the end of the day. It can’t be that hard… right?

You sigh as you exit the locker room in your civvies. It was just as hectic today as was advertised.

“Hey,” Street calls as he jogs to your side. “Do you have a minute?”

“Of course,” you answer. “What’s up?”

Street hesitates, running through several ways to start this conversation. None of the options seem right, but he needs to talk to you about it. 

You brush your fingers over his wrist and whisper, “Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry,” Street says. “I apologize for treating you unprofessionally.”

You pull your hand away as if it’s been burned and smile. “It’s okay. I, uh- it’s an honor to learn from you, regardless of how you treat me.”

“You’ve learned a lot,” Street agrees. “You’re well on your way to becoming LA’s next best cop.” He rubs his hand along his jaw nervously before he adds, “Yet I still can’t see you as a boot.”

“You don’t?” you repeat. Does he see me like I see him? Or is this where he tells me something I don’t want to hear?

“No. I never have, but it’s been harder recently, you’re more than that.”

“I’ve had feelings for you since my first day,” you admit. “That is unprofessional, so I hid everything.”

“Even after you got abducted and hurt because of me?” Street asks.

He tries to sound like he’s joking but fails. You can see it now; the overprotectiveness was the result, but the guilt you see now was the reason.

“Street,” you murmur as you grab his arm gently. “No. That was not your fault. You saved me.”

“It wouldn’t have happened without me,” Street argues.

“I made a choice too, Street. But you? You saved my life. So, yeah, I still have feelings for you after that. You can’t hold yourself responsible or feel guilty for anything that happened before you decided to save me.”

Street nods and steps closer to you. “I’ll be responsible for what happens next, too.”

“What does that mean?”

Street looks around before he asks, “Do you think you could pretend for a while longer? Until I’m not your TO anymore?”

“I could wait forever, Street,” you answer with a smile. “Just stop blaming yourself, okay?”

“I’ll try,” Street offers. “Goodnight.”

“It is now,” you whisper as you pat his arm.

Street watches you walk out of the station, then walks through the halls to find Hicks. His office door is open, and Street knocks before Hicks waves for him to enter.

“Thank you,” Street says. “For pointing out what I wasn’t seeing.”

“Street, dating another cop is a dangerous game,” Hicks warns. “You both care about each other but that doesn’t mean you get to bend the rules to be together.”

“I know. I’ve got that handled, and we won’t be breaking any rules. Unless there’s something against using sarcasm to flirt.”

Hicks shakes his head and smiles. “For once, Street, I believe that you can handle it. Just at least try to pretend to be professional.”

“Pretending to be professional is what I do best.”

[bubbleddisasters]

Since Y’all liked the last one, heres something somewhat similar:

TWST Characters as funny / random ass moments with my friends/family

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Ace : A good friend of mine made an entire Cards against Humanity Deck including us, and we played it at like 4 am.

Also, one of my closest childhood friends of now 11 years, the way we first met was he insulted me, and then thirty minutes later I peeked at his notebook while he was drawing (our beds were next to eachother) recognized Sans from a meme, and then managed to bullshit through an entire conversation about Undertale without him suspecting I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about.

I made a joke about it a little less then a year ago, thinking he knew by now, but no. He looks at me and the conversation goes:

“Are you telling me our entire first interaction was you just fucking improvising through a discussion of a fandom you didn’t know shit about?”

“Wait you didn’t know?”

“NO?!”

“You genuinely believed that I knew what I was talking about then for 10 years?!?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

Deuce: I was biking with my sister, and she accidentally biked straight into a fucking lake. Also when my dad looked me dead in the eye after receiving one of my graded tests and goes

“How the fuck do you answer Maine four times on different questions and be wrong for all four times.”

Bonus Adeuceyuu combo: Me and two of my childhood friends once linked together to grab something we saw in a river, turns out it was just a broken fishing rod.

Also another on me and the above two friends meeting: The first thing one of them did was insult me, and I genuinely have zero memory of how I met the other.

Basically, we met at a sleepaway camp as kids, and for some reason, our sleepaway camp had some wackass shit, but one of them was this game. I don’t remember the name of it, but you had to go in groups of 3-4 and tie ribbons around each staff tent/cabinside without getting caught (and keep in mind each campsite and Cabins were very spread apart) at midnight, and the first to return to the cafeteria, where the staff were waiting, and did so after tying them all, on won.

Kids age 12-17, in the middle of fuck knows where in the woods Long Island, running around in the dark unsupervised with only any light bringing items they brought themselves.

So me, and we’ll call them C and M, teamed up. It’d take too long to go into full detail, but it was a very Prologue Mines fused with Camp Vargas core adventure.

Bonus First year gang in general : Me and three friends were waiting for something I genuinely don’t remember in an abandoned dorm area and got extremely bored, and one of them could do a perfect Donald Duck impression, and another a really good goofy, and this somehow led to us having a fake reality tv show verbal bitchfight as Donald, Goofy, Mickey and Minnie for a solid hour. We all regretted not recording it.

Cater: My friend from Wales entirely forgot about the existence of timezones and called me in the middle of my history class. Her ringtone at the time was just a clip of her screaming “Bread”.

How my teacher didn’t figure out who’s phone it was is beyond me.

Trey : Made Russian Roulette Spilt Cupcakes for a large group of my friends, and one is allergic to strawberries, while another’s favorite is, so I very specifically placed the strawberry filled one on the complete other side of the table with the intention of slipping it in after she picked her two.

Some fucking how, she ended up with the Strawberry one, which I had tied with a bow (basically the ones with bows mean they contain an allergen, and the color is the allergen. Ex: Strawberry was BRIGHT FUCKING PINK.) I’m to this day not exactly sure how, but my best guess is she traded hers with whoever originally got the Strawberry one before we ate.

Luckily, I told her partner, who had been my baking partner in crime and convinced me to add in the strawberry after I said it might be a bad idea, to bring two epi pens just incase.

Riddle : I am around 5’3, and I had a friend (?) who was 6’2-3 in middle school. We had almost the blatant definition of a Floyd and Riddle Dynamic, but he’d out of the blue be extremely sweet to me (kinda like that comic in the anthology), only on days I was going through shit. When I tell you I genuinely thought I was hallucinating when he did though-

Also, I yelled at him for nailing, yes, NAILING, a flag on the ceiling reading :”el sábado es para los chicos” (Saturday is for the boys) In the fucking Spanish classroom. Since nobody was as tall as him and the janitors didn’t notice it, it was there for like a week.

Che’nya : My friend and I have an ongoing inside joke where whenever we spot the other through a window in the hallway, we text the other “behind you” or “to your__”

Leona : I brought a pillow with a silk pillow case (gift from my mom) to a sleepover once, and my friend went “You trust leaving me in the room with this?” and I genuinely responded “Its a pillow, why wouldn’t I trust you.” entirely forgetting that Silk can be pretty expensive.

I felt so bad bro.

Ruggie : My friend once dared me to get a one plate of everything during a party. I misinterpreted this and brought a mostly to full plate of each thing, including water bottles.

Turns out they meant balance one of everything on a single plate.

I did not, infact, return the seven brownies, four cupcakes, two cookies, twelevish tangerines, popcorn and god knows how many grapes, but everything else was returned or snatched by friends.

Jack: My friend was throughly convinced she knew where she was going when we got lost outside at one of the biggest malls in fucking America, and we ended up walking a good 4/6th of the perimeter before finding the target (the store, we were still fucking lost) , which we called her mom to pick us up at.

Bonus: My friend, a few dormmates and I were at Starbucks and this random woman comes up to my friend and goes “Hey, they got my order wrong, want my drink?” and I was literally trying to give him this face of “BAD IDEA”. Yea so he ignored the obvious and drank the whole fucking thing and was bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day. (This one could also work for Jamil I suppose.)

Floyd : I was once walking with a friend of mine and jokingly said Trees are giant salads.

This motherfucker breaks off a branch of the nearest tree, takes a fatass bite, drops it, and goes “I want a refund.”

Jade : Randomly got interrogated my mushroom hunters—-

(I kind you the fuck not, MUSHROOM. HUNTERS. Basically, they go out to hunt/find/ forage for rare mushrooms. Atleast thats what they told us?! I wasn’t paying much attention, I was busy petting their dog tbh)

—While camping, my friend and I had zero clue what they were talking about, so she just pointed in a random direction and they thanked us and left.

The same friend also introduced me to mica, but always called them Mermaid Scales, and we more than once walked around in the water looking for them, I was the only one that would literally stop mid-trail to pick some up though. I have a massive collection.

Also she never let me live down the fact I once trapped myself in my tent with fucking dental floss overnight just to see if I could, then couldn’t undo it in the morning, and our adult / guide / trying to keep us alive person had to cut me out with a knife.

Azul : This one very specific time as a kid I was talking to two identical twins, who were standing on each side of me, wearing the same outfits but color reversed, and nearly had an internal breakdown trying to remember which was which, so I just did verbal gymnastics around using their names.

We later literally spent two hours fighting for ours lives together and I shit you not I STILL COULDNT REMEMBER THEIR FUCKING NAMES.

Kalim : Went shopping with my badass grandma and somehow left with a Second Hand Valentino (the brand) dress for $50 and a free bracelet one of the employees gave me because ….I actually don’t know.

Also, I got trapped on a really high up indoor water slide with my sister because the water entirely stopped (we learned later the water machine tied to that ride blew up) , and where we were was like a weird slope like between two drops. We couldn’t get back up, and going down was too risky without water bcs we could go splat.

There was like a window ish on the ride, so like a smart 8 year old, I start calling for help at the top of my lungs. My sister (10) also did this. There was this guy who I guess heard us that we nicknamed Chad because he looked like the most stereotypical 2000’s beach movie love interest lifeguard and was dramatically looking around for where the voices were coming from but NEVER LOOKED UP??

Anyway, My sister got us out in the end because she found a hatch and managed to open it, and I shit you not there was a spiral staircase with a gigantic fucking sign reading “DO NOT CLIMB STAIRCASE.”

So obviously, my sister chucks me across the gap onto the staircase and then jumps over herself, and we end up spending another 40 minutes after that fiasco trying to find our parents while i’m pretty sure Chad was trying to find us.

After the 40 minutes we just assumed we were now orphans and went back to where we left our keycard and low and behold our parents had just come back from wherever they had fucked off to.

Also Chad found us and felt super bad, and bought us a smore cake?!? Someone throw him back in time to be his destined role as an extra in Teen Beach Movie. The cake was great though, but that was one hell of an 8th birthday lmao.

Jamil : My friend from India (jokily) Divorced me after my dumbass asked her if Chai was an ingredient used in Chai Tea.

Spoiler Alert : Chai IS THE TEA. Apparently, asking for Chai Tea is the equivalent of saying “Can I have some Tea Tea please.”

Yea safe to say I felt real stupid in that moment.

Epel : My sister once locked me in the bathroom so she could test her new makeup on me. She left for one second and I kid you not I snuck out of the window.

Random bonus : Me and my cousins for some reason ended up roughhousing outside after one of our older cousins weddings, and I judo flipped a whole ass 17 year old man at age 12 and I felt so powerful in that moment.

Also If you saw about the ranch in the previous post, me that gang had an anonymous cookie provider who would leave us two tins of fresh cookies every day around 12ish pm, usually behind the kitchen or outside the equipment shack.

Yes, we tried to catch them once, No, we didn’t succeed. Also nobody wanted to risk loosing cookie privileges, so we didn’t try again.

Rook: Once scared the living shit out of my online friend by texting him “I am now several miles closer to your location.” . He lives in South America, and I happened to be in Florida with a friend, so I thought i’d be funny.

Vil : I was going to a cosplay convention with a friend, and instead of bringing like a normal amount of makeup, my indecisive ass brought basically a whole suitcase worth of it.

Also won a costume competition at my boarding school for Halloween, and wasn’t even aware there was a competition until the year after, when a good half or more of my dormmates asked me to do their makeup because they’d heard I was really good at it.

Idia: Ok, so, long story, but my friend invited me and two mutual friends to see Sweeney Todd on Broadway w/ the og cast. However, I was the only one who didn’t know we were going anywhere, because he thought his mom told my dad we were going to see Sweeney Todd, while my dad thought my friend told me, but also he was suspiciously alluding to it, maybe unintentionally

So I show up in a blue hoodie with a bad pun on it, mildly ripped sweatpants, mismatched socks and bright rainbow crocs. Not very “going to watch a musical about cannibalism and Serial Killers” attire. But it gets worse.

So around the 3/4ths into the first act is when I usually get snacks at musicals or plays, since they’re usually just finished setting up and theres no line, so I’m in and out and don’t miss much.

Well, I did that as usual, and its important to know we had front row balcony seats, because…

I slipped on my friends playbill on the way to my seat, and my fucking left croc went flying down into the seats below us, and hit an older woman in the head right at Sweeney did the first oofing, and the stage lights go red for a moment in this scene.

I felt so bad, and was literally too embarrassed to go get the shoe myself, so one of my friends got it for me. Apparently the lady thought it was somewhat funny (thank fucking goodness)

Ortho : My sister and I were biking once, and found out some reason the coats we had (school merch from field day I think). had the biggest fucking hidden pockets known to man.

So the next time we went out, she for some reason decided to put our dads entire laptop in there.

Also bonus: My friend once invited me over to their house to help with their costume, and when I came over, the costume was literally a gigantic trash can. No, not the actual object, They were literally making a giant trashcan costume.

I helped but still remained mildly confused in the process.

Malleus : I had a good friend who lived next to a graveyard, and sometimes we would just go on nice walks in the graveyard.

Lilia: Another Wilderness one: We were making Pasta, and one of the guys in our group was playing with a large thing of moss, tripped, and the moss got into the fucking pasta.

One guide said “Nature Consequence, we can still eat it” while the other screamed they were going to get fired.

Also, me and a friend were singing bo-burnham on a hike, and for some reason we had this stupid ass idea of making a fake fishing rod called…..

“The Child Catcher.”

(The irony ony of us both being 14 at the time so technically we were children)

We found a good fishing rod like stick and a vine, tied a vine on, and I kid you not we carried that thing for MILES. We also made a fork with a flatly shaped stick and a rock named Reddie.

Yea living in the woods does somethin to ya I gotta say.

Bonus: One of my childhood friends had a very giant dog, and one time we had a sleepover, she was laying infront of the other side of the door when we woke , and because of the way the door was, we couldn’t get through.

So my genius solution was to climb out the window (this was on the second floor) , Cha-Cha real smoothed to the nearest other window, go through there, and lure the dog away with a treat.

It worked.

Silver: Went to this make your own dipped popsicle thing with a good friend of mine, and watched in pure horror as she got a mango popsicle dipped in dark chocolate and rolled in fruity pebbles.

Another one: I was at a Sleepover and there was this tent like thing that was meant for tiny people (aka me, not really it was for toddlers but I was small enough to fit at the time), and at some point in the middle of the night, someone tripped on the tent and it entirely collapsed on me, and not only did I sleep through it, I ended up being the last person to wake up because they all saw the tent collapsed and assumed I was already awake.

Also I was camping once and I rolled away from my tarp and somehow down a road, and my friend said when she found me there was just several butterflies and caterpillars on me. I originally didn’t know but I found a caterpillar on my head that morning and apparently it was poisonous (I was fine and I named him Bob)

Sebek: I was in an escape room with some friends, and I discovered that a key we had gotten in the very beginning worked on another lock, so I did that, and later one of my loud friends finds a key and is SPIRALING because she can’t find what it unlocks for like 30 minutes, and after several minutes I realized, unintentionally slammed my hand on a desk and screamed “OH SHIT.” with zero context.

That experience was actually my first time in a escape room with friends, and not my family or a bunch of drunk strangers in suits + my concerned mother.

Second years : My friends in the priorly mentioned group consisted of who I’ll call N, who was doing 70% of the work, we had R, who was angrily searching for the lock to the key, we had T, the birthday boi, who was randomly making jokes about the 1930s, S, who genuinely forgot he had a key item in his pocket, and A, who dramatically serenaded the paintings after misinterpreting a clue and me, who kept accidentally unlocking shit ahead of time.

Third Years: Prior to the other mentioned event, we had gone to a small improv event that ended up being just us, and the poor guy running it kept giving us scenarios and random conditions which we would absolutely make the craziest shit from.

If I remember correctly, one of the skits was we were supposed to be a school board, and the condition was when someone said an idea, you had to say yes.

The result? a organ harvesting business thats front was a school, and everytime someone got detention, one organ of theirs was sold, and the funds went into funding the biogenetically engineered creation of Hatsune Miku and Cat Boys.

For some reason this skit also led somehow into atomic glitter and cocaine missiles, selling souls on Ebay with express shipping, using Sephora Products and Instagram to spread our propaganda, making meme complications of our crimes, and nuking the Bermuda Triangle.

Ask no questions because I have no answers.

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Yea thats it for now! Enjoy!

:3

[supernaturallyedsheeran]

In the Back of a Cop Car

SYNOPSIS: You find yourself sneaking into an airfield with Sam Winchester, only to be stopped by local law enforcement. **Inspired by Cop Car by Keith Urban**

PAIRING: Reader x Younger Sam Winchester

WORD COUNT: 1071

WARNING: FLUUFFF

CHARACTERS: Sam, Dean, female reader

FANDOM: Supernatural

You peer through the chain-link fence, the airfield before you, a sprawling maze of runway lights and distant hangars. The night air is cool against your skin as you stand beside Sam Winchester, the excitement palpable between you both. You can't believe you're actually doing this—sneaking into an active airfield just to watch planes take off and land.

Sam crouches low, scanning the area with a cautious intensity that's both thrilling and nerve-wracking. His eyes meet yours briefly, a flicker of a smile dancing on his lips before he gestures for you to follow him towards a secluded spot closer to the runway.

You find a spot close to the fence where you and Sam lay out your jackets, and sit down together, staring up at the sky. For what seems like hours, the two of you sit in silence, stealing glances at one another, listening to the distant rumble of jets taking off.

The distant roar of an approaching plane sends a thrill through you, and you find yourself laughing softly, caught up in the moment with Sam. He glances at you, and there's a warmth in his gaze that wasn't there before. For a moment, you forget the danger of being caught as you share in this stolen adventure.

"Hey I wanted to ask you something" Sam breaks the silence, taking in a deep breath, half smiling, watching the planes, and fixing his gaze to you

Suddenly his train of though it cut short by a beam of light that sweeps across the ground, accompanied by the authoritative shout of a security guard. Panic surges through you as you and Sam freeze, caught in the spotlight like deer in headlights. Before you can react, more lights converge on your position, and soon you're surrounded by uniformed officers.

"Hands where I can see them!" one of the officers commands, and you comply, heart pounding in your chest. Sam raises his hands slowly, his expression a mix of resignation and concern.

The next moments blur into a whirlwind of questions and explanations as you and Sam are escorted to a waiting police car.

You can hear Sam trying to take the blame, trying to convince the officer you had no part in this. You smile to yourself at the thought of innocent Sam Winchester trying to get you out of trouble. What would Dean think? He'd probably be impressed.

Inside the confined space of the back of the cop car, you steal glances at each other, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Sam's eyes meet yours, and this time, there's something different in his gaze—a softness, a recognition of the shared thrill and danger you've just experienced together.

"What were you going to ask earlier?" the thought reminded to you, as you watch another plane take off through the glass of the car door.

"Oh" Sam Chuckles to himself, shaking his head and looking down at his knees. "I was just going to ask if you... Wanted to be my girlfriend...Officially speaking." His smile faded as he looked up to you for an answer.

Your heart skipped a beat, a smile playing on your face "Now? Sam?" You smile bigger, realizing that you're both in the back of a cop car, hands in cuffs behind your backs, him just asking you what seemed to be a very significant question. "Is there another time you'd prefer?" He quips back, a smile spreading across his lips.

"No," you reply "I mean, yes I will be Sam of course." He bites his lip at your reply, his deep brown eyes piercing your own. "I wish I could kiss you right now" He growls, fidgeting with the cuffs behind his back, trying to lean closer to you, restricted by the seatbelt.

You laugh softly, the tension easing between you despite the circumstances. "Well, it was fun while it lasted," you reply, a hint of mischief in your voice.

Sam chuckles, shaking his head. "You're something else, you know that?" he says, his tone affectionate, as he leans back in his seat.

You meet his gaze squarely, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. In the quiet of the police car, under the watchful eyes of law enforcement, something shifts between you and Sam. A connection forged in the excitement of the night and the shared thrill of adventure.

Suddenly a slam on the roof of the Cop Car brings you both back to reality. "Ok enough, time to go" Through the window on Sam's side, you see Dean leaning down to take a peak at you both, grinning from ear to ear at you both being in cuffs. "This is very cute and all, but we need to go. Now"

Dean had sweet talked his way with the officers (after Sam had given them his contact information) and after showing his own badge, the officers decided to let you both off with a warning.

You were slid out of the car, cold cuffs unchained from your wrists. As you turned around to walk towards Sam, he was already strutting at you with a confidence, free of his own confinements. Without a word, he grabs your face in his hands, and plants a deep kiss onto your lips, in the midst of the blue and red flashing lights. You grab onto his shirt, pulling his body into yours; your head swirling with the thought of Sam Winchester being yours; being on an airfield and law enforcement watching on, not able to do anything.

"Kids these days" You hear Dean laugh from the other side of the car "Sammy! Let's go!" As Sam let's go of the kiss, his hands still on your face, he smiles and chuckles to himself. "I've wanted that for a long time" You smile back at him. He takes your hand and walks with you behind Dean, back to Impala.

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As the Impala continues down the darkened road, you find yourself stealing glances at Sam, noticing the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his presence beside you feels strangely comforting despite being in the car with his brother. And in that moment, you realize with a sudden clarity that maybe this night wasn't just about watching planes—it was about finding something unexpected with Sam Winchester; and that during that daring escapade under the starlit sky would be the beginning of everything, with him by your side.