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PARTNERS IN CRIME - Stevinel SU Fan Comic Chapter 2: Rogues Like Me Page No. 58

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[im-here-for-everything]

Todays reminder!

[reomikagekin]

Can I request a Xeno x reader? I like to imagine Xeno being all shy and sweet to reader. I just love imagining evil characters that are lowkey psychotic to be so hopelessly in love with their partner/crush, just turning to absolute mush when it comes to them 😍

Like maybe the crush started when Xeno and stanley first met the reader as kids, and it was just love at first sight. So ever since then, Xeno has been trying to impress them with all his cool science facts and gadgets while stanley is giving him advice on how to woo you 🤭

Though stanley had enough of watching Xeno show off like a male bird trying to find a mate that he just pushes Xeno into us

“Xeno likes you”

Then he just runs away from the two hoping Xeno grows some balls to actually confess

Since Xeno is like PALE it just makes me giggle and kick my feet imagining him get all red on his cheeks, especially his forehead 🤭

When Xeno gets kidnapped, we also get kidnapped cuz we were like- right next to him when Tsukasa suddenly popped up from the floor. Just Xeno doing his evil monologue to senku on the boat but once we enter the room he’s just like “what makes you think stanley will give up so easily- oh darling! How wonderful it is to see you! How I love seeing your gorgeous face everyday 🥰”

Just this pic but instead we’re stanley 🤭🤭

Also sorry that this is so long 😔🙏

Elegant, Like You

THEN

It started when you were ten.

The first time you met Xeno, he was already wearing a white coat two sizes too big and spouting facts about bone density like a walking encyclopedia. You were just some curious kid tagging along with Stanley, poking around in the lab, asking what every button did.

Xeno had looked up from his experiment with wide eyes, mouth parted like he’d forgotten how to speak. He didn’t say hello. Instead, he blinked, took one long look at your face, and muttered:

“…Elegant.”

Stanley groaned behind you. “You can’t just call people elegant when you meet them, Xeno. That’s weird.”

“I wasn’t talking to them,” Xeno said faintly. “I meant their skull shape.”

You laughed. Stanley facepalmed. And Xeno fell in love.

From that day on, he was hooked.

He invented things just to show you. Magnets that could pull objects across a room, a telescope made from salvaged lenses, a little robot mouse that could follow a laser pointer. You clapped every time, beaming, saying things like “That’s so cool!” and “You’re a genius, Xeno!”

It short-circuited him every time.

Meanwhile, Stanley became an unwilling witness to what he called “the world’s weirdest mating ritual.”

“You look like a parrot trying to impress a mate with shiny trash,” Stanley muttered once after Xeno spent three days building a machine that played music using vibrating test tubes. “Just ask them out.”

“I can’t,” Xeno had said, deeply offended. “This is science. There’s a process.”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna be eighty before you hit Step Two.”

NOW

By the time you were adults, things hadn’t changed much.

Xeno was taller. Paler, somehow. Even more intense. But still hopelessly awkward around you.

He gave lectures to the others like a dictator giving his final speech, but the moment you entered the room, his tone would shift. Softer. Sweeter. Almost boyish.

You were sitting on a bench one evening, looking at the stars through a scope Xeno had upgraded just for you, when Stanley plopped down next to him with a sigh.

“You’re killing me.”

Xeno didn’t look away from you. “Excuse me?”

“Still doing the whole ‘I’m so smart, notice me’ thing. It’s painful, man. Just tell them.”

Xeno adjusted his gloves. “They’re not… they wouldn’t…”

Stanley groaned. “Oh, for—okay. Fine.”

You looked up when you heard footsteps pounding behind you. Stanley grabbed Xeno by the collar and shoved him forward—right in front of you.

“Xeno likes you,” he said bluntly.

Then turned and sprinted away like the lab was on fire.

Xeno stood there, frozen. His face turned crimson—not just his cheeks, but his whole damn forehead. You could practically see steam rising.

You blinked. “You… what?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again. “I… I… admire your cognitive flexibility… and your facial symmetry and—oh, god.”

He covered his face with one hand. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

You laughed. “Xeno,” you said gently, “I like you too.”

His hand fell away slowly.

“…You do?”

“I have since you tried to explain quantum mechanics to me using apples.”

“That was a poor analogy.”

“It was adorable.”

He swayed slightly. “This is… this is…”

“Elegant?” you offered with a grin.

His eyes went wide. Then he smiled—a real, boyish, melted smile. The one he always hid behind his intellect.

“Elegant,” he whispered. “Yes.”

LATER

You hadn’t meant to get kidnapped. One minute you were admiring the engines Xeno had repurposed for long-range travel; the next, Tsukasa rose from the damn ground like a horror movie villain and grabbed Xeno.

So naturally, when Tsukasa burst out of the ground like a damn mythological beast, you were right next to Xeno when it happened.

“Wait, what the—” you started.

Then you were both grabbed, tossed over shoulders like sacks of potatoes, and carried off at terrifying speed.

The moment you hit the boat, Xeno snapped back into villain mode. Tied up but furious, he ranted at Senku with the dramatic elegance of a stage actor.

You didn’t even think before lunging after him. One blow to the back of the head, and everything went black.

When you woke up, you were in a dim room on a ship. Tied, but not hurt. And you weren’t alone.

You heard a voice in the next room, lecturing someone. Sharp, arrogant, in control.

“…so you see, Senku, your ragtag band of merry science enthusiasts stands no chance. Stanley will not surrender. He is surgical. Precise. We are not playing with rocks and steam engines. We—”

The door opened. You were pushed inside.

“—oh darling!”

Xeno forgot mid-monologue that he was in the middle of threatening Senku.

You blinked at him. “Hey.”

“Are you hurt? Oh god, did they bind your wrists too tight? You animals!” he snapped at the guards. “Do you not understand the fragility of such elegant bone structure—”

Senku stared, deadpan.

Gen muttered, “Oh, he’s whipped.”

Xeno rushed to you, brushing hair from your face with gloved fingers. “You’re here. You’re really here. Oh, your face—how I’ve missed it.”

You gave him a look. “You saw me literally five minutes before we got kidnapped.”

“Still too long.”

“You were giving a speech about global domination.”

He waved a hand. “That was before you entered the room. Now it’s about making sure you’re warm. Are you cold? I’ll give you my coat.”

Gen raised an eyebrow. “Did we just switch genres mid-plot?”

Senku leaned on the desk. “Xeno, we’re still technically enemies.”

“Sure, sure,” Xeno said absentmindedly, tucking your blanket tighter around your shoulders. “Enemies. But this one,” he said, looking at you like you were a star, “this one is everything.”

You sighed, smiling softly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re the most radiant thing in this dull world,” he said with a reverent kind of affection, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Let them take the science. Let them take the war. But you—no one takes you from me.”

The room went quiet.

Even Senku looked mildly uncomfortable.

Stanley, somewhere back on land, was shaking his head.

“At least he finally confessed,” he muttered, sipping his coffee. “Took him long enough.”

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Waywren Truesong behind the cut, who asked for "shenanigans" along the lines of "lies, identity porn, kidnappings of dubious virtue, or just plain misunderstandings" for Tim(ber)kon and is getting "stray cat strut". content warnings: setting where it is considered socially acceptable to keep sapient species as "pets" or "working animals". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Yeah, he’s gonna resist the temptation to sneak a pic of the hot cat for Bernard. Unfortunately, having ethics has once again proven itself to be an annoying inconvenience in his life.

Though probably he should avoid saying it like that around Bruce if it ever comes up. Bruce is still annoyed about the last time Gun Batman was in the time period. Or “Savior”, or whatever other incredibly psychologically-concerning name the asshole’s going by this time. 

Honestly at this point, Tim would take just about any option for a codename that did not in any way contain the name “Robin”, but he absolutely draws the line at both “Batman” and “Savior”. Those ones are just . . . not happening, thanks. Like, ever. Cass and Damian can deal with Batman; he’s going to figure out . . . he doesn’t know, a Nightwing or an Oracle or something. Possibly a Huntress or a Red Hood, if it comes to it. 

. . . statistically, probably a Red Hood, yeah. If nothing else, he does keep kinda-accidentally stealing Jason's old ID's.  Like it’s never been planned or anything, just–

“You are staring, Drake,” Damian says dubiously. Which is the third time he’s “Drake”-d him in this conversation, and the second since he’s noticed him staring at the rescue cat, so . . . yeah, Damian is absolutely in a mood today, and clearly getting even more so. Not even a single halfhearted sneer of “Timothy” to be seen. 

Tim should really be more concerned about that fact, given “being concerned about Damian” is the literal entire reason he’s even at this event to begin with, but the rescue cat’s tail is currently swishing absolutely goddamn hypnotically from side to side, and that is . . . extremely distracting, yeah. Like . . . very distracting. 

Jeeeeesus, look at him. 

Tim actually doesn’t even want to take a picture of him anymore. His cell phone camera could not possibly do this rescue cat justice, and he is not saying that because his cell phone camera is in any way a bad or even mediocre cell phone camera; he just needs an actual camera and like, maybe a ring light or something. Actually, no, he wants to put together a full three-point lighting setup and get the rescue cat inside it, which is not even something he really used to do, he was always way more into taking candid shots and outdoor photography in general, not actually– 

“Drake,” Damian says in exasperation, and Tim startles. 

“Uh,” he says, trying not to wince. 

“Either intervene in the situation or cease this undignified behavior,” Damian says, obviously irritated, and Tim–pauses. 

“The ‘situation’?” he repeats. 

“The cat's agitation, obviously,” Damian says. “Or do you think I am just unimpressed with the incredibly limited selection of vegetarian hors d'oeuvres at this event?” 

“. . . I feel like you definitely are, though,” Tim says, and Damian rolls his eyes. 

“Tt,” he says. “Cats and dogs make up eighty-five percent of the attending rescue pets. Cats are obligate carnivores and dogs are facultative carnivores. Obviously the event’s catering should cater more strongly towards meat-based diets. Frankly the total lack of options to please an insectivore is more offensive. At least some range of an herbivore-appropriate selection is available.” 

Tim stares blankly at him. He debates pointing out that there is next to no chance that anyone running this event at any point thought about the pets’ food preferences over the potential donors’, but he's supposed to be keeping Damian from starting shit with anyone, not giving him valid reasons to. 

“Why do you think the cat’s upset?” he asks, figuring changing the subject is the better part of valor. “He looks fine.” 

Actually the rescue cat looks like he’s in his element and thriving, all leaned in towards the group of potential donors with a charming grin and flirty expression, his tail still swishing back and forth in the same hypnotic pattern. 

Damian gives him an absolutely withering look, then tilts his head towards the rescue cat. 

“His tail is lashing,” he says matter-of-factly. “That is a negative response in feline pets. He has also been holding it in a particularly low position and has curled it around his thighs twice. He is displaying clear signs of stress and attempted self-soothing behaviors.” 

“Uh,” Tim says. 

“If you are ignorant of the nuances of feline body language, why are you observing the situation so closely?” Damian asks, eyeing him suspiciously. 

Tim would sooner die than answer that question honestly, thanks. 

“I was trying to remember the PR rep’s name,” he lies. Damian gives him another one of the withering looks he’s so effectively–and annoyingly–mastered. 

“Tana Moon,” he says. “She is thirty-one years old. She was born in Hawaiʻi and attended college at Metropolis University. She secured an externship at WGBS during her senior year and severed the relationship before completion for unidentified ‘personal reasons’, returned to Hawaiʻi after graduation and was a reporter there for KONA-TV for five years and an anchor for two. She left KONA-TV three years ago for, again, unidentified ‘personal reasons’, and has been employed by Paradise Rescue as their sole publicist ever since. She took a thirty-four percent pay cut to accept the position.” 

“. . . Damian,” Tim says slowly. “You know you can just, like . . . not run a background check on literally everyone on the guest list of every single event you ever attend in your life, right?” 

“Moon is not on the guest list,” Damian says. “She is staff.” 

“Right, yeah,” Tim says, putting a hand over his face. “Point stands, alright?” 

“We are in Gotham, Drake,” Damian retorts witheringly, giving him a look so unimpressed that it nearly deals psychic damage, then links his hands together behind his back and walks past him towards Moon and the rescue cat and the little knot of people they’re in front of. Tim, in one crystal-clear instant, thinks about the potential donors in said knot of people, the pets of those potential donors, the rescue cat’s lashing tail, and Damian’s very matter-of-fact and black-and-white opinions of people who cause “negative responses” in pets, and immediately rushes after him while looking as little like he’s rushing as humanly–or Robin-ly–possible. 

He just really does not want to be cited in the next entry in Damian’s incident binder, alright? Or get any more entirely unfair footnotes added to his own either. 

Seriously, he’s already filed enough appeals to the ones he’s got in the Batcomputer. He really doesn’t feel like writing up any more. 

He really doesn’t feel like writing up any more if the sentence “no really, I totally had a logical reason for brainlessly staring at that really attractive rescue cat and his pretty, pretty laugh and GORGEOUS grin and that shiny little earring and the jumpsuit that he fills out so improbably well” needs to be contained in any of them.

[cherrygarcia-07]

⭐️Cosmic Love // Spencer Reid⭐️

Spencer finds himself falling in love all over again whilst stargazing

content: idiots in love, spencer rambling about greek mythology, love love love

pairing: spencer reid x reader (established relationship)

genre: fluff fluff fluff

notes: reader referred to as a girl, definitely incorrect stuff about greek mythology im sorry pls dont cringe too hard i wrote this at like 3am (i tried my best with my research but it is probably not the most accurate or extensive), a super super brief allusion to suicide when talking about said greek mythology

word count: 2.6k

authors notes: this is possibly a little self indulgent as a stargazer but oh to go stargazing with spencer reid. and yes this is named like the Red Velvet lyric. fun fact! the star pics above are mine! both orion and taurus/pleiades are visible in the first pic, as mentioned in the fic. i hope you enjoy!

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Eighty-eight constellations stretch across the endless night sky like a blanket embroidered with ancient tales and stories of love and loss. Tiny, twinkling lights that dance way up above, their nightly shows enchanting, enamouring- entrancing.

Entranced. That’s how Spencer felt, gazing up at the storybook of stars, one hand draped over your back as his chest steadily rose and fell under the comfortable weight of your head resting on him. Of course not all eighty-eight constellations were present, just a couple of pages worth of stars, but there were plenty to keep the two of you charmed, an air of tranquility flowing through you as you listened earnestly to his warm voice softly explaining each tale to you.

You were lying on the grass of the field beneath you, a blanket separating your bodies from the blades of green, Spencer’s curls falling onto the cushion beneath his head as your hair fell over his sweater. With his free hand, he pointed towards the sky, landing on three dazzling stars lined up in a neat row which you recognised, eyes darting to the rest of the constellation around it.

‘Orion’s belt- and Orion himself’ you spoke before he could, leaving his mouth hanging open and he let out a light laugh instead.

‘Smart girl.’ He traced small circles on your lower back with the arm still wrapped around you, a loving smile on his face.

You couldn’t see him with your gaze locked onto the sky above you, yet your face mirrored the same smile as your voices gently broke the silence stretching over the field. You nuzzled his chest with your cheek, urging him to tell you more, he grinned.

‘Well, there’s actually multiple versions of the legends that account for how he ended up in the stars. There’s one that claims Artemis was tricked into striking him with her own arrow by Apollo who was jealous of their love, but the most commonly told variants result in a monstrous scorpion being sent to kill him.’ As he spoke his finger drifted below Orion to a different constellation, ‘and so we have Scorpius.’

You hummed in thought. ‘A scorpion, huh? And who sent that?’

‘Hmm there’s a couple of different stories behind that too.’ He chuckled as you let out a confused groan. ‘One says that it was sent by Gaia who despised his boasting and arrogance. In others it was sent by Artemis as a result of unwanted advances towards her. In Gaia’s case, it’s said that she was so grateful to the scorpion that she promised the proof of it’s victory would be visible for all eternity, placing Scorpius in the sky to pursue Orion forevermore.’

‘Damn…’ You sighed, ‘Greek mythology is brutal.’

‘That’s certainly one way to put it.’

A content silence arose as your eyes drifted between the two constellations and your mind crafted vivid images of Orion the hunter slaying beasts, of Gaia, irate, and of the scorpion raising it’s mighty tail and bringing the giant to his demise. The scene dissipated and in the calm of the night you could hear Spencer’s breathing, in time with the movement of his chest beneath you. Carefully, you turned your head upwards to see him as best as you could. He was ethereal. The glow of the moonlight bathed him in an angelic haze, every perfect curl on his head highlighted as if they each had their own personal spotlight. Your lips parted slightly and you dared to look into his eyes, and for a second you forgot about the sea of stars above and you became fixated on the ones that seemed to shine within those mesmerising golden brown pools, shining brighter than anything you’d seen so far that night. Suddenly missing his voice, you turned back to face the sky.

‘Tell me another one, Ptolemy.’ You joked, earning a hearty laugh from him that gave you butterflies.

‘Okay, okay.’ He lifted a finger towards the sky again, this time heading above Orion and somewhere far to its right, to a tiny cluster of bright white lights jumping out from the darkness. ‘Do you know this one?’ He took your silence as you followed his direction as a sign to continue, ‘Pleiades- part of the Taurus constellation.’

You’d seen this constellation before, it was too small to stand out amongst the great cosmic illustrations it burrowed between yet it was captivating enough that when your eyes did brush past it on their way to the next set of stars they stopped, fixed.

Spencer licked his lips before speaking again, ‘The seven sisters, daughters of Atlas who was fated to hold up the sky and carry the heavens on his shoulders by Zeus as punishment for the Titan rebellion. They were relentlessly pursued by Orion, only Atlas was unable to protect them leading Zeus to transform them all into doves which he then released to the heavens.’

‘Doves…’ you cooed, slightly sleepy but completely engaged, ‘that’s kind of nice.’

‘Well actually, there’s a different version of the tale where the seven sisters died by their own hands but I figured you wouldn’t care for that one as much.’

‘Mm-hm. I want the dove story. Tell me about the sisters.’ Spencer smiled at your tired drawl, craning his neck slightly to press a gentle kiss to your hair as his hand moved from your back to stroke your arm. He loved that you were so interested in his stories, in his rambling, it was something he hadn’t had the luxury of getting used to in life- not until he met you, anyway. He couldn’t fathom that after years of abrupt interruptions, of being told ‘not now, kid’, even of being outright bullied and mocked that he would have anyone- let alone someone as divine and seraphic as you- hanging on to his every word and actually asking to hear more. He bit his bottom lip, a beam pulling at his mouth and he placed another kiss, with just a little more pressure, to your hair, making you giggle before he began again.

‘Maia, Alcyone, Sterope, Celaeno, Taygete, Electra, and Merope- daughters of Atlas the titan and Pleione, protector of sailors.’ A happy hum escaped your lips as you cuddled into him, unknowingly causing his heart to skip a beat as he held you tighter. ‘If you look closely, to the human eye Pleiades appears to contain only six stars and not seven, though that’s not actually the case. Merope- also known as the lost sister- is said to have been faded, hiding her face in shame after marrying a mortal. Her star is there but much fainter than the others, practically invisible to the naked eye.’

‘That’s sad.’ You whimpered. ‘Living in shame forever because of who you married.’ Though he couldn’t see your face, Spencer could tell you were pouting and your compassion made his heart ache.

‘Yeah, I suppose it is, sweetheart.’ He murmured, his hand stroking your hair slowly and delicately. ‘I think you’ll like Maia, though.’ He suggested, in an attempt to resolve your frowning face, as cute as it always was to him. ‘Maia was the eldest of the sisters, a nymph, supposedly very beautiful yet incredibly reserved and solitary. Romans considered her a goddess of spring which is said to be how the month of May got its name.’

‘So she was known for being pretty?’ You questioned admirably as you pulled your head back up again to look at him.

‘Mm,’ Spencer nodded, wrapping both arms around you in a tight hug, your body fitting against his as if made specifically for it, ‘kind of like someone else I know.’

A delighted, girlish giggle escaped you, matching lovesick smiles illuminated in the glow of the night. In that moment it was as if no one else in the world existed, all that you knew was the way he looked in the dreamy moonlight, like a God himself pulled straight from the heavens above and he took your breath away. Your eyes travelled over his face, stopping at his brows- you loved how expressive they always were: how they furrowed when he was deep in thought, a crease appearing between them that you always wished to straighten out with the gentle touch of your finger or the dainty touch of your lips; how they shot up high above those beautiful eyes of his when he was excited, the way they moved a million miles a minute with his ever-changing expressions as he rambled about whatever it was that had caught his attention that time; and how they framed his face so perfectly you sometimes genuinely wondered if his features were carved by sculptors before he graced the world with his existence. You couldn’t resist, within seconds you had turned to prop yourself up so your face was hovering over his, your hair falling around the two of you like a curtain blocking out the rest of the world until it was just you and Spencer. Leaning in, you gingerly took his face in one hand, using your other to keep yourself steady, and kissed between his brows, your lips lingering on his skin for a moment longer as you breathed him in and let your fingers drag up his face and into his hair.

‘I love you.’ You heard yourself whisper distantly, like you were someone else listening in, so dazed and infatuated with the wonder of a man lying beneath you that you felt light, drifting away somewhere to those distant twinkling lights above. You wondered if one day the two of you may by some fate wind up there too, beside Perseus and Andromeda maybe, entwined forever and destined to love side by side above the earth while people for years to come point up at the sky to tell a story all your own, one of soulmates.

‘I love you too.’ Spencer whispered back, arms still wrapped around you and a rosy heat rushing through his cheeks as he scanned your face, pathetically and hopelessly in love. He let out a shaky breath laced with disbelief, something between a sigh and a laugh as he locked eyes with you and pondered. He was a classified genius by it’s very definition, he knew everything about everything and yet there was one thing that stumped that marvellous brain of his, one thing that he just couldn’t figure out- just how in the hell he had gotten so lucky.

Feeling at peace, you rolled off of him and resumed your rightful position on his chest, watching the sky once again as your eyes fell on the far-away moon, standing out against the black sea outstretched around it with it’s pale yellow glow bleeding through the darkness before thinning out into nothing.

‘You know, as a kid I used to talk to her. Write her letters and stuff.’ You lazily lifted your hand to where the moon was settled in the sky before framing it in the angle between your thumb and pointer finger.

‘Who?’ Spencer asked, intrigued by your whimsicality as always.

‘To the moon.’ You stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘You used to write letters to the moon?’ A sweet, saccharine tone took ahold of his voice and he felt butterflies in his own stomach now as he pictured you, tiny and innocent, perched at your window and scribbling about your day as you stared out into the night, youthful eyes full of wonder. Until this moment he was sure he couldn’t possibly fall any deeper in love with you.

‘She’s always there. And she always listens, you know?’ Spencer noted the softness in your voice as if you were recalling memories of an old friend. ‘No matter where you are, how old you get, what you’ve done or where you’ve been- when you look up at the sky she’s still by your side, waving her little light at you like she’s saying ‘hey it’s okay.’’ You gave a sheepish chuckle, embarrassed slightly by how childish a sentiment it was.

The truth was, you were exactly the kind of person Spencer needed in his life. Someone who could look at the seemingly insignificant things that other people seem to pay no mind to and give them meaning, much like he felt you did to him. It didn’t sound juvenile at all to him, in fact it was comforting after all he’d been through in his life to know there was still magic in the world, in you and in your infectious joy as it filled his heart until he feared it might burst. He understood entirely, because that’s what you were to him- a little light waving his way saying ‘hey it’s okay’, and for once in his life he was certain he had somebody who would stay.

‘Plus, she’s beautiful.’ You spoke, snapping him out of the trance he had wandered into. ‘Much like someone else I know.’ You tilted your head up towards him, throwing him a playful wink as you echoed his earlier remark, and he couldn’t help the laugh that left his lips as they spread in a grin from ear to ear.

Another relaxed silence encompassed the two of you as you lay there, perfectly moulded to one another, taking in the night before you. The only sounds around you were your breathing, perfectly in sync, in rhythm with each other. It would have been enough to lull you to sleep right there in his arms, but before long you began to miss his voice again.

‘Hey,’ you poked him lightly, ‘why do we call the moon ‘she’ anyway.’

‘Oh, there’s plenty of reasons for that.’ He spoke in a low, yet honeyed voice. ‘One of the most popular being the belief that the moon has influence over women’s reproductive cycles, that the moon and women are tied together in a sacred bond between the cosmos and femininity. It’s a longstanding belief across many cultures throughout history.’ Since meeting you, this was a theory he believed more in every day- there was certainly something stellar- cosmic, even, about you.

You were pressed so tightly to Spencer that his voice vibrated through you as if his words were taking over you completely, and you loved it.

You were about to respond when out of the corner of your eye, a brief glimmer of light flashed, and your gaze followed just in time to catch the shooting star that raced past before vanishing into the air just as fast as it had appeared. Gasping in pure, unfiltered glee you sat up, wildly pointing at the direction the star had come from.

‘Did you see that, Spence?’ You squealed, the beam on your face wider than anything he had ever seen before.

‘Yeah, I did.’ He mused, a look of wonder washing over him as he stared at you in awe, at your blushed cheeks and at the happiness in your voice. ‘Did you make a wish?’ He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you toward him as you continued to coo at the sky.

‘No, I didn’t. It happened too fast.’ There was a slight sigh in your voice as you rested your head perfectly in the space between his neck and his shoulder, like it was meant to be there.

‘That’s okay.’ Spencer spoke in an adoring, hushed tone, craning to place a kiss to your hair once more. ‘I’ve got everything I could ever wish for right here.’

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[fog-and-the-frost]

Current State

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Panel fifty-eight shows a scene of Hazelskip tightly hugging Waxingmist, who looks annoyed. [Dialogue] “That’d be a different story. She knows about all of my problems, so she helps me when she can. She actually treats me like a real person. Invites me to hang out, patrol… She asked me to come out and find you all with her.”

Panel fifty-nine shows the back of Currentpaw’s head. [Dialogue] “I guess I feel differently with Currentpaw since I’ve never met him.”

Panel sixty shows Wolfmoon looking at Waxingmist with a happy expression. [Dialogue] “If you like Hazelskip, do you wanna go back and see her?”

Panel sixty-one shows Waxingmist facing away from Wolfmoon. [Dialogue] “I think… I’d like to stay out here for a little longer…” 

Panel sixty-two shows Waxingmist and Wolfmoon from behind as the two sit together. [Dialogue] “Alright.”

Panel sixty-three shows the two turn to each other.

Panel sixty-four shows Wolfmoon reach his paw upwards to wrap around Waxingmist.

Panel sixty-five shows Wolfmoon hugging Waxingmist by the head.

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[Text] Three days after Hazelskip & Waxingmist’s arrival; 

Panel sixty-six shows Hazelskip and Fogscreech facing each other, with Hazelskip’s paw on Fogscreech’s shoulder. [Dialogue] “Well,” 

Panel sixty-seven shows Hazelskip turning her head to the side. [Dialogue] We’ll be leaving now. Gotta go back and tell everyone about you three, and Currentpaw.”

Panel sixty-eight shows Fogscreech, smiling, though they look slightly sad. [Dialogue] “I understand. I wish you two well.”

Panel sixty-nine shows Hazelskip and Waxingmist standing next to each other, both with smiles on their faces. [Dialogue] “Please stay safe.”

Panel seventy shows Wolfmoon and Fogscreech standing next to each other. Wolfmoon looks concerned, while Fogscreech looks serious. [Dialogue] “And… watch out for a cat who’s got swirls in her eyes. She’s dangerous.”

Panel seventy-one shows Hazelskip looking at Fogscreech.

Panel seventy-two shows Hazelskip turning away to leave. [Dialogue] “We will.”

Panel seventy-three shows Wolfmoon taking a step towards Waxingmist, who's walking away. [Dialogue] “Waxingmist!”

Panel seventy-four shows Waxingmist looking back at Wolfmoon. [Dialogue] “Yeah?”

Panel seventy-five shows Wolfmoon looking to the side with an awkward look. [Dialogue] “I wanted to ask, before you go…”

Panel seventy-six shows Wolfmoon looking towards Waxingmist. [Dialogue] “Why do you close your eyes? You can’t see like that.”

Panel seventy-eight shows Waxingmist with a slightly sad expression. [Dialogue] “You’re right, I can’t, but…” 

Pnale seventy-nine shows the top of Waxingmist’s head and his eyes, with Hazelskip and Currentpaw’s eyes floating in the void above him. [Dialogue] “My eyes just aren’t as bright as Hazelskips, or how I’ve heard Currentpaws been described.” 

Panel eighty shows Waxingmist looking to the side with a sad expression. [Dialogue] “So I just think they’re sort of… ugly…” 

Panel eighty-one shows Wolfmoon with a very happy expression. [Dialogue] “I like them. Keep them open!”

Panel eighty-two shows Waxingmist looking at Wolfmoon. He is blushing.

Panel eighty-three shows Wolfmoon raising his paws in the air, claws out with a playful, angry expression. [Dialogue] “They remind me of storm clouds!”

Panel eighty-four shows Waxingmist face-palming.

Panel eighty-five shows Wolfmoon looking at Waxingmist with a silly smile while Waxingmist looks away, flustered. 

Panel eighty-six shows Wolfmoon grinning while Waxingmist walks away. [Dialogue] “See you.”

Panel eighty-seven shows Wolfmoon standing next to Fogscreech, waving and calling to Hazelskip and Waxingmist. [Dialogue] “See you, Waxingmist!!!” “You can come back whenever you want!” 

[Text] Around two week later,

Panel eighty-eight shows Hazelskip and Waxingmist walking through a bush wall into a clearing.

Panel eighty-nine shows Hazelskip and Waxingmist making their way into camp.

Panel ninety shows Flaremeadow and Ebonytongue running towards Hazelskip and Waxingmist. [Dialogue] “Oh my stars!” “You’re home!”

Panel ninety-one shows Flaremeadow embracing Waxingmist and Ebonytongue embracing Hazelskip.

Panel ninety-two shows Flaremeadow and Ebonytongue with smiles on their faces. They both look significantly older than their previous appearances. [Dialogue] “Tell us everything!”

Panel ninety-three shows Hazelskip looking at her mothers with a nervous expression. Waxingmist is walking away. [Dialogue] “It’ll be a long conversation.” 

Panel ninety-four shows Waxingmist’s paws as he walks away. His family can be seen in the background.

Panel ninety-five shows a scribble-y drawing of Waxingmist with a surprised expression. [Dialogue] “WAXINGMIST!!!!!!!!!”

Panel ninety-six shows two cats, one who is very short and brown, and the other who is taller, grey and white. They both look very excited.

Panel ninety-seven shows Waxingmist looking towards the two cats. There is a doodle of Waxingmist as an angel floating to the side of him. [Dialogue] “Hi, you two…” [Thoughts] “The only cats who ever bother talking to me…!!!”

Panel ninety-eight shows Waxingmist holding the tall, grey and white cat's paw, while the short brown one attempts to climb onto his back.

Panel ninety-nine shows the brown cat hanging over Waxingmist’s side. [Dialogue} “We’ve been super worried, man!”

Panel one hundred shows the grey and white cat, who has large bags under its eyes, looking at Waxingmist. [Dialogue] “Yeah…!”

Panel one hundered one shows Waxingmist with tears in his eyes. [Dialogue] “But we’ve got lots of stuff to tell you about!”

Panel one hundred two shows Waxingmist crying, though with a large smile on his face. [Dialogue] “I’m excited to hear about it all!”

[scotianostra]

On 6th July 1988 The Piper Alpha disaster occurred which killed 167 workers off the coast of Aberdeen.

Piper Alpha is the world’s deadliest ever oil rig accident. A lack of communication at a shift change meant staff were not aware that they should not use a key piece of pipework which had been sealed with a temporary cover and no safety valve. Gas leaked out and ignited while firewalls that would have resisted fire on an oil platform failed to cope with the ensuing gas explosion.

When the platform blew 167 out of 228 workers either on the rig or one of the safety standby vessels patrolling it died, 30 bodies have never been recovered. The platform was completely destroyed and it took almost three weeks for the fire to be brought under control by famed American wild well controller, Red Adair, A memorial is set out for those that lost their lives in Hazlehead Park, Aberdeen where there will be memorial held tonight at 7pm and the oil industry Chapel, St. Nicholas’ Kirk, Aberdeen that includes a stained-glass Piper Alpha Memorial Window.

Here is a poem written by Geoff Dawson.......

Remembering Piper Alpha and those that perished on this day 25 years ago.

An extract from “Hop Along Seagull and other stories” by Geof Dawson.

This is an awful story, but a story that needs to be told,

So that others who work on oil rigs stay safe and live ‘til they’re old.

Piper Alpha was a large platform, weighing around 12 thousand ton,

But like all rigs out in the ocean, when the flames come there’s nowhere to run.

The men working on Piper Alpha numbered one hundred and ninety five,

But on that terrible evening 167 of them didn’t survive.

It was the evening of July 6th, the year was nineteen eighty eight,

And there’s many a single parent who has cause to remember that date.

It was ten to ten in the evening when the first gas explosion came,

This damaged the oil export pipework, which immediately erupted in flames.

The cause of the first gas explosion was lack of communication and care,

When a pump was put back into service with a valve missing which should have been there.

By now the oil fire was raging but the problem was brought to the boil,

By the Tartan and Claymore platforms, who just kept on sending their oil.

The call went out for the choppers, in Aberdeen, one hundred miles away,

But from four miles out they could feel the heat of the fire that turned night into day.

And what of the fire deluge system? Why did the water not pour?

Because of a fault in the spray heads, that was recognised four years before.

When the gas risers ruptured beneath her, the flames roared up to the sky,

With oil and condensate burning, fed by gas at two thousand psi.

The men were told, “Sit in the accommodation and wait for rescue choppers as planned.”

But whilst they sat there in the darkness, the helicopters had nowhere to land.

The rescue boats circled the platform, plucking survivors out of the sea,

But by midnight, of that huge structure, there was almost nothing to see.

For the twenty-eight men who survived, it was their courage which set them free,

For they disobeyed all their orders and simply jumped into the sea.

When the accommodation module was lifted, from the bottom, 470 feet down,

Inside were found most of the victims, whilst waiting, on smoke they had drowned.

Let not these brave souls die for nothing, learn lessons and learn them well,

And perhaps we can prevent another platform, from being turned into a living hell.

God Bless you all. We that work in the North Sea will never forget you.

Pics are memorials in Hazlehead Park, Aberdeen and Strathclyde Park and the Memorial window at St John's Chapel, Kirk of St Nicholas, Aberdeen.

[legend-collection]

Kappa

A kappa is a reptiloid kami with similarities to yōkai found in traditional Japanese folklore. Kappa can become harmful when they are not respected as gods. They are typically depicted as green, human-like beings with webbed hands and feet and turtle-like carapaces on their backs. A depression on its head, called its "dish" (sara), retains water, and if this is damaged or its liquid is lost (either through spilling or drying up), the kappa is severely weakened.

Pic by Duncan Hopkins

The kappa are known to favor cucumbers and love to engage in sumo wrestling. They are often accused of assaulting humans in water and removing a mythical organ called the shirikodama from their victim's anus.

The name kappa is a contraction of the words kawa (river) and wappa, a variant form of 童 warawa (also warabe) "child". Another translation of kappa is "water sprites". The kappa are also known regionally by at least eighty other names such as kawappa, kawako, kawatarō, gawappa, kōgo, suitengu.

It is also called kawauso 'otter', dangame 'soft-shelled turtle', and enkō 'monkey', suggesting it outwardly resembles these animals. The name komahiki or "steed-puller" alludes to its reputed penchant to drag away horses.

The kappa has been known as kawako in Izumo (Shimane Prefecture) where Lafcadio Hearn was based, and gatarō was the familiar name of it to folklorist Kunio Yanagita from Hyōgo Prefecture.

Kappa are said to be roughly humanoid in form and about the size of a child, inhabiting the ponds and rivers of Japan. Clumsy on land, they are at home in the water, and thrive during the warm months. They are typically greenish in color (or yellow-blue), and either scaly or slimy skinned, with webbed hands and feet, and a turtle-like carapace on their back. Inhuman traits include three anuses that allow them to pass three times as much gas as humans. Despite their small stature they are physically stronger than a grown man.

The kappa are sometimes said to smell like fish, and they can swim like them.

According to some accounts, a kappa's arms are connected to each other through the torso and can slide from one side to the other. While they are primarily water creatures, they do on occasion venture onto land. When they do, the "dish" on their head can be covered with a metal cap for protection.

A hairy kappa is called a hyōsube.

Kappa are usually seen as kami of the water. Their actions are from comparatively minor misdemeanors, such as looking up women's kimono if they venture too near to water, to outright malevolence, such as drowning people and animals, kidnapping children, raping women and at times eating human flesh. Though sometimes menacing, they may also behave amicably towards humans. While younger kappa are frequently found in family groups, adult kappa live solitary lives. However, it is common for kappa to befriend other yōkai and sometimes even people.

Folk beliefs claim the cucumber as their traditional favorite meal. At festivals, offerings of cucumber are frequently made to the kappa. Sometimes the kappa is said to have other favorite foods, such as the Japanese eggplant, soba (buckwheat noodles), nattō (fermented soybeans), or kabocha (Japanese pumpkin).

In Edo (old Tokyo), there used to be a tradition where people would write the names of their family members on cucumbers and send them afloat into the streams to mollify the kappa and prevent the family from coming to harm in the streams. In some regions, it was customary to eat cucumbers before swimming as protection, but in others it was believed that this act would guarantee an attack.

A cucumber-filled sushi roll is known as a kappamaki.

As water monsters, kappa have been blamed for drownings, and are often said to try to lure people into water and pull them in with their great skill at wrestling. They are sometimes said to take their victims for the purpose of drinking their blood, eating their livers, or gaining power by taking their shirikodama, a mythical ball said to contain the soul, which is located inside the anus.

Kappa have been used to warn children of the dangers lurking in rivers and lakes, as kappa have been often said to try to lure people to water and pull them in. Even today, signs warning about kappa appear by bodies of water in some Japanese towns and villages.

Kappa are also said to victimize animals, especially horses and cows. The motif of the kappa trying to drown a horse is found all over Japan.

Lafcadio Hearn wrote of a story in Kawachimura near Matsue where a horse-stealing kappa was captured and made to write a sworn statement vowing never to harm people again.

In many versions the kappa is dragged by the horse to the stable where it is most vulnerable, and it is there it is forced to submit a writ of promise not to misbehave.

It was believed that there were a few means of escape if one was confronted with a kappa. Kappa are obsessed with politeness, so if a person makes a deep bow, it will return the gesture. This results in the kappa spilling the water held in the "dish" (sara) on its head, rendering it unable to leave the bowing position until the plate is refilled with water from the river in which it lives. If a person refills it, the kappa will serve that person for all eternity. A similar weakness of the kappa involves its arms, which can easily be pulled from its body. If an arm is detached, the kappa will perform favours or share knowledge in exchange for its return.

Another method of defeat involves shogi or sumo wrestling: a kappa sometimes challenges a human being to wrestle or engage in other tests of skill. This tendency is easily used to encourage the kappa to spill the water from its sara. One notable example of this method is the folktale of a farmer who promises his daughter's hand in marriage to a kappa in return for the creature irrigating his land. The farmer's daughter challenges the kappa to submerge several gourds in water. When the kappa fails in its task, it retreats, saving the farmer's daughter from the marriage. Kappa have also been driven away by their aversion to iron, sesame, or ginger.

Kappa are not entirely antagonistic to human beings.

Once befriended, kappa may perform any number of tasks for human beings, such as helping farmers irrigate their land. Sometimes, they bring fresh fish, which is regarded as a mark of good fortune for the family receiving it. They are also highly knowledgeable about medicine, and legend states that they taught the art of bone setting to human beings. There are also legends that Kappa will save a friendly human from drowning.

Along with the oni and the tengu, the kappa is among the best-known yōkai in Japan.

The kappa is known by various names of the creature vary by region and local folklore. In Shintō, they are often considered to be an avatar (keshin) of the Water Deity or suijin.

Shrines are dedicated to the worship of kappa as water deity in such places as Aomori Prefecture or Miyagi Prefecture. There were also festivals meant to placate the kappa in order to obtain a good harvest, some of which still take place today. These festivals generally took place during the two equinoxes of the year, when the kappa are said to travel from the rivers to the mountains and vice versa.

The best known place where it has been claimed Kappa reside is in the Kappabuchi  waters of Tōno in the Iwate Prefecture. The nearby Jōkenji  In Tōno, there is a Buddhist temple that has komainu dog statues with depressions on their heads reminiscent of the water-retaining dish on the kappa's heads, said to be dedicated to the kappa which according to legend helped extinguish a fire at the temple. The Kappa is also venerated at the Sogenji Buddhist temple in the Asakusa district of Tokyo where according to tradition, a mummified arm of a Kappa is enshrined within the chapel hall since 1818.

In his Tōno Monogatari, Kunio Yanagita records a number of beliefs from the Tōno area about women being accosted and even impregnated by kappa. Their offspring were said to be repulsive to behold, and were generally buried.

Similar folklore can be found in Asia and Europe. Like the Japanese description of the beast, in Chinese and in Scandinavian lore this beast is infamous for kidnapping and drowning people as well as horses.

The siyokoy of the Philippine islands is also known for kidnapping children by the water's edge.

A frog-face vodyanoy is known in Slavic mythology. A green human-like being named a vodník is widely known in western Slavic folklore and tales, especially in the Czech Republic or Slovakia.

In German mythology, a similar creature is known as Wassermann, Nix, or Nickel. They have been mentioned in connection with the larger rivers Elbe and Saale in the eastern part of Germany, but they are most widely connected to Lusatia in South-East Germany. This is not entirely surprising, as the area is not only close to Poland and Czech Republic, but also home to the Slavic minority of the Sorbs.

[prayerplanthoarder]

Recently I placed a very spontaneous order at PLNTS.com, because they had a baby Calathea warscewiczii on sale and I've been hoping to find one for pretty long now 🥺✨ Another one from my wishlist was the Syngonium wendlandii, and since the aurea variegata was out of stock I got this one instead.

All of the others you can see here were from a surprise baby sad plant box and NOT ONE of these baby plants was looking especially sad?! (at least before they were shipped...) Tbh they seemed to me pretty much the same or even better as the other two plants that I ordered. I've heard that about these boxes before and wanted to give it a try. Anyway, if I did my identification correctly they sent me baby plants of a total value of 83€ (EIGHTY THREE EUROS) and these boxes are about 20€ 😳 I was VERY impressed. In that regard I would definitely recommend these boxes. The only thing I was concerned about was the shipping, although that was partly my own fault. I forgot to check my weather forecast when I ordered and the first day of their shipping journey it was below freezing (at least in my location in Germany), but since the Netherlands are located a bit more to the north compared to my own location I would assume it was the same over there. PLNTS does state that they only send out plant mail if day temps are above freezing, but I can only hope that this was actually the case 😅 The entire box was cold when I got it. There was a heat pack in there, but it was already cold. All the plants were cold too, which did concern me. I tried to handle/ touch them as little as possible and just placed them in the recovery box and makeshift pots so they don't fall over. I did take pics, though. It's been a few days now and almost all of them still look pretty good, though, so I hope they'll be fine! 🤞🤞🤞

So we have here out of the sad plant box:

Philodendron melanochrysum

Anthurium crystallinum

Anthurium warocqueanum

Anthurium villenaorum

Alocasia heterophylla

Pilea 'Moon Valley' (not pictured; this was sopping wet and thus had the coldest root ball of all of them. I didn't want to place it in the box so it can dry out a bit, but it's not looking very good right now, leaves are crisping up and droopy🫤 but we'll see if it survives)

And that's the start of this little adventure! I probably never would have bought any of these plants on my own, but I wanted to see which plants I get and if anything in there would do well in my apartment, and also if any of them would grow on me (pun not intended lol). It's feeling a bit weird to have all of these plants I've been seeing on YouTube for years in my own collection now haha. So far I'm pretty happy about the melanochrysum in particular, it DOES look stunning irl. The Alocasia is also right up my alley color wise, and the Anthuriums are all rather glittery irl which I also like. It's going to be interesting! It's still not been a full week yet since they arrived, but once I'm positive they're not suffering from cold damage I'm going to give them proper pots and everything. Until then, fingers crossed and I will update!! 😁🤞

[partnersincrimesuau]

PARTNERS IN CRIME - Stevinel SU Fan Comic Chapter 2: Rogues Like Me Page No. 57

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Spinel instinctively takes offense at what 83 says about her species – but steels herself. After all, 83’s not being (the gem equivalent of) racist; she’s actually being genuinely concerned. Would a king send his court jester to do the work of his huntsman?

Also 83 straight up tells Spinel “I like ya cut, g.” And Spinel, still self-conscious about her new form, reluctantly thanks her for the compliment. It’s quite similar to her interaction with Steven back in Chapter 1.

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(Made in FireAlpaca) Steven Universe is owned by Rebecca Sugar

[toeybox]

Surprise Poodle from Dan Dee features a velcro opening on the belly to store the puppies. pics: [mercari listing] [?] [etsy listing]

[id: three photos of a white plush poodle with a rubber face, reminiscent of dolls from the eighties or nineties. it is lying on its side with a happy expression. it has a pink ribbon tied in a bow around its neck. the first is a transparent image of the poodle layered over a pastel pink and blue sky. in the second image, it has three tiny puppies around it; one is blue, one is yellow, and one is pink. the final image is a close up of the poodle's face. /end id]

[xabiramone]

DH in Europe somewhere c 1977-78

This jacket was super cool, antique mini moto from the 40s-50s. It came from a shop on Melrose back when there were like three stores there. Was expensive, like eighty bucks or something. I assume she still has it

A pic by #ChrisStein

[jazz-the-writer]

Master List 5/4/2025 -edited- -All Stray Kids Fics and my rambles- R-RATED- 18+ I write smut-

Hello Everyone, My name is Jazz I am not the best at explaining, but long story short I have been writing fan fiction for almost 20 years now. I know that sounds old but chill. I started writing at fifteen and I am basically an Eighty year old woman. Guess I can't say chill after saying I'm eighty. whatever. I'm an Old ass fangirl who never grew out of fanfiction and my particular tastes boarder fluff and sensual love making fantasies and sometimes really mean ones.ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ) I only use stray kids name and likeness in my fics, any creative scenario or fantasy is of my own mental property. meaning I'm bat shite〜(￣▽￣〜)

Started: 08/2023

Last Updated: 1/2025

Total works: 4

Where I exist on the internet:

TikTok

username: @hopelessskz

Even though I haven’t posted in forever…

Patreon

(you can join for 5$ this is where I have post all my works including my drafts and as of 12/17/2024 I now have 17 drafts and too many ideas still in my head)

AO3

All fics are there also and they're free just like they are here.

what you will find on this Fangirl blog filled with my filthy smut writings:

-Sneak peeks/ Fic Rambles and other Filthy thoughts

-note-if you want my fic master list in order of completion it's at the end/I also have it in order of members but I am a slow writer...

Jazz's Rambly long A/N- Look these boys drive me up the wall. I have so many thoughts and I need to organize them. This blog is just a means to my work being Completed. If you like watching chaos unfold before a fic is posted or you wanna see some sneak peeks at what I'm writing I post them here. if you wanna READ the drafts I post them for members on my patreon which I also need to organize....I am a working woman this isa hobby and it's all for me basically. I will not apologize for being messy.

T.L.D.R VER. A/N- Basically if you like reading the chaotic process of my creative writing you might like these links.

Previous sneak peaks that have been posted on my tumblr: (I will fix this later maybe they’re technically fic rambles….)

Nymph Lix Sneak peek

College Hyunjin sneak peek

more college Hyunjin idk if it's a duplicate

Mafia Binnie sneak peek

Fic Ramblings/Text babbles:

rambles are white and text babbles are orange

okay okay so I haven't written a complete draft for innie, come onnnnnn give me a break he's just so fucken sweet and delicate. It takes time !!!

kayyyyy so my text babbles are with my stay bestie. I have known her online for three years so basically since I became a stay. I will color these links orange to keep to my theme...keep in mind they're gonna be unhinged and basically like I will let skz run a train through me.....Felix I promise I'd be loyal if you want me to be but your bestfriends and daddy Chris are really hot

if you wanna read an alt version of Nymph Lix... there was an original love triangle aspect I wanted, but Water Nymph Lix is just so fucken dreamy and the thoughts.....look Lix is just so dreamy to me I can't really picture it being a contest. I'd fold for him and only him if he gave me the smallest chance...

so this is a text babble that happened when my bestie attacked me with a Lee Felix good girl pic we make them to tease each other. I am hopelessly in love with that young man. Felix I apologize sincerely if you ever find this. Just reject me and it will all be good I might even stop writing and I'd be free...please let me go, if you don't I'm gonna stay in love with you forever.

this right here is the first fic ramble for Mafia Binnie...basically its a hopeless forbidden romance, mafia family's and y/n is the one being guarded...oh I am so fucken weak for him I would fold but only if Felix rejects me. pls Lix I need to let go of you guys.

kay so not really a fic ramble but a delulu one. idk you might laugh reading it or relate to it. It's Mafia Binnie related also possible Nymph Binnie???? Idk if I will write one for him.....I totally will.

okay so this is a fic ramble for my Morning Showers Lee Felix fic....I call him Morning Lix and lets just say he was supposed to be a baker in love with a coffee shop owner y/n but he became Idol boyfriend Lix and If I am honest this is just my own fantasies as to how I would love to be his girlfriend if he had one.

okay okay so basically this is a fic ramble where I go into a hole talking about how down bad I am for Mafia Seungmin and Changbin. I really am and Felix I promise I'd Behave and be loyal if you wanted me but I'd be weak for your bestfriends/brothers if they even gave me the slightest bit of attention. Oh seungmin would be so mean cause I am old but I'd be so into it.

just the occasional request to be rejected by skz, Changbin you respect me. I know you do, please just reject me for all eight of you already.

another lengthyyyyyyyy text babble rant about my undying love for Lee Felix and more of me begging for his rejection. I neeeeeeeed this young man to put me in my place and I need to remember how I'm too old for him it's not fair that He's younger than me and makes me feel like I need to call him sir. This is not ok and Felix I demand you reject me. iTS not a Hard ASK! I have seen you reject a bunch of others!

More fic rambles about Morning Lix and more of me going on a whole derail and demanding to be rejected. I also always go back and edit my posts so you will for sure read something new ...maybe.

A very rare Mafia Chan Fic ramble. i am trying to write the second part but he's just so fucken complex and I want so much angst cause y/n is gonna end up leaving him....I've said too much already but my writing style is lots of sexual tension at the beginning with so many romantic scenes and lots of tension after being the struggle of making it work or having to leave each other.

not an exclusive text babble but there's mentions of Mafia Minho in my screenshots so I will put it here, also my bestie is in love with Minho so skz if you find this I think Lee Know should give her a chance she's hella into degradation and I have a feeling that Lee Know is too....*wink wink*

this is a fic ramble kinda??? not really but Forest Nymph Lix is starting to look like Bambi in my imagination and I am soooo fucking whipped for him and I would let him get away with all of it. He could have me anyway he wants and I would do anything for him.

this is a fic ramble for mafia seungmin Kinda. I also want Felix to reject me. still...all I do is ask for Rejection.

Nymph lix ramble and lots of just me talking about my work. tbh you don't have to read this. but theres some sneaky peeking at some of the plot for Nymph Lix2

this is technically a side note BUt it's got some Mafia Binnie plot so I added it here.

okayyyyyyy so this is a fic ramble with an honorable mention of MAfia Felix. But it's more about my freaking out over Mafia Chan thoughts.ALso I am not too sure about Mafia Felix or who he is just yet. I want Mafia AU personas of them all.

Kayyyyyy so this is a text babble and it’s mainly just me freaking out over Lee Felix…….dressed in the Demon Slayer Corp. uniform that Tanjiro wears\(//∇//)\…mentions of Mafia Bin and Minnie….just read the screenshots if you wanna see my shame

I mean idk how to say it? I needed this kind of thing for myself, where I ramble about Lee Felix Comforting his girlfriend y/n after she loses her childhood pet. I’m sorry, I needed it cause yes it happened and I am sad and I really feel like if Lix was my boyfriend he’d hold me through it okay? I’m weak Read it if you want 😖

All works: Master List post (in order of completion)

Members: Master List post (in order of age)

Short Stories:

A collection of moments in time from my Fanfic's/Chapters...kinda like a continuation/steamy moments that are cannon.

[punchdrunkdoc]

Part 2, Chapter 20

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

Reference pics

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This one is NSFW folks!

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PART 2

Chapter 20

Halfway through updating Calina on the pheromone case, Matt realised she’d fallen asleep. She was still tucked against him as they lay on their sides, their legs entwined. Matt had been playing with the fingers of her hand while they filled each other in on the last three weeks, but now that hand was limp, and Calina’s deep, even breaths stirred the air around him.

He smiled indulgently and kissed the top of her head, glad that she was able to get some rest. After stifling a yawn earlier, she’d admitted that she hadn’t been sleeping well without him. “I was wide awake again at 5am this morning,” she’d explained. “Then there was the four-hour ride to get here…it’s all catching up with me.”

“Four hours, huh?” It was the only clue she’d ever let slip about the location of the new Widow’s base. Although it didn’t exactly narrow things down. “Would that be four hours north, south or west of here?” he asked.

“Why? Are you planning to track me down and show up under my window with a boom box over your head?”

“What?”

“Oh, its from a romantic comedy we all watched recently. It came out in the eighties so I thought you might have seen it before your accident.”

“Sweetheart, the only movies I was watching as a kid involved either Bruce Lee or spaceships.”

“So no rom-coms, then.”

“No. Although I’d watch one with you now - you could tell me what’s happening on screen. I’ve missed hearing you describe the world to me.”

“I’ve missed that too. I’ve missed talking with you, and reading to you, and being here in this apartment, just the two of us.”

“Me too. It’s not the same here now, without you. I’ve been avoiding the place, to be honest - I’ve spent most of my time either out as Daredevil or in the office working on the pheromone case.”

“How’s that going?” Calina asked, trying to suppress another yawn.

Matt should have known she wouldn’t be able to stay awake while he talked through their progress - or rather, their lack of progress - in tracking down the people behind the pheromone drug. It wasn’t exactly the most scintillating conversation topic for 3am.

Matt eased out of bed, careful not to wake Calina, and toed off his heavy boots. He gazed at her still, peaceful figure as he unzipped his suit jacket and shrugged out of his pants. He was looking forward to getting some sleep next to her - she wasn’t the only one who’d been struggling with insomnia again - but a small part of him was disappointed that all they’d be doing is sleeping. That kiss earlier had started to heat up just before Calina’s tears had gotten the better of her. It had made him hopeful for a replay of what had happened the last time they were in this bed together.

Or even something more.

But he never wanted to pressure her. He would take his cues from her and go at her pace, no matter how slow that might be.

They’d never really spoken in depth about her missions when she was a Widow. But the hints that she’d dropped over the past few months suggested that she’d been intimate with her targets - all while her will and choices had been subjugated by the mind control serum.

He could only imagine what that kind of violation would do to a person. And he didn’t want to do anything that might remind her of that time.

The last time they were together, he hadn’t been thinking clearly about that aspect of her past. He’d been too vulnerable, too caught up in his own fears. He’d latched on to her in the midst of the terror and uncertainty of his deafness, and he’d rushed them into an intimacy she might not have been ready for.

He knew she’d enjoyed it at the time. But he’d had a lot of time to reflect and consider things over the past few weeks, and he was determined that the next time she would be in the driver’s seat. Whenever and wherever - and even if - they ever took things to the next level, it would be her decision.

He could wait. And in the meantime, he’d be happy just being able to hold her and kiss her and be with her.

Now dressed in just a pair of sweats, Matt crawled back into bed and did just that. He gathered Calina in his arms, dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose and smiled as she burrowed against his warmth.

This was enough.

He didn’t need any more than this.

 ———

 Calina needed more.

As much as she enjoyed waking up in Matt’s arms feeling rested and refreshed…she needed more. She wanted more than just to sleep next to him.

She’d spent the last three weeks wishing she’d made love to Matt the last time they’d been together. Denying herself that intimacy hadn’t made their separation any easier. If anything, the regret had made it harder.

She was determined this time would be different. She wanted to be with him in that way. She wanted them to take that next step.

She just wasn’t sure…how to go about it.

She was feeling distinctly nervous.

She bit her lip as her eyes drifted over Matt’s face, taking in his peaceful expression. The frown lines on his forehead had smoothed out, and his full lips were soft and parted. His cheeks were flushed with sleep, and the warmth of the covers they shared. The morning sunlight spilling into the room brought out the reddish tone of his dark hair and highlighted his ridiculously long eyelashes.

He was beautiful.

She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and pull him on top of her. She wanted them naked, skin-to-skin, with nothing left between them. She wanted to explore every inch of his body and feel him moving inside her.

But her shyness had returned with a vengeance. She couldn’t seem to lift her hand to touch him. She couldn’t bridge the distance between them to kiss him. All the seduction tricks she’d employed over the years as a Widow felt dirty and out of place in this bed.

But that was all she knew how to do - use people. Entice and entrap and manipulate.

She didn’t know how to be with someone she loved.

In a very real sense, this would be her first time. And like a naive, virginal teenager she wanted it to be perfect. Special. She wanted this encounter to erase every other one she’d ever had. She wanted it to make her clean and pure again.

Which…was a lot of pressure. For both her, and the oblivious, sleeping man beside her.

Poor Matt. It wasn’t fair to put this on him. It wasn’t his responsibility to ‘heal’ her and make her whole. It wasn’t-

“What deep thoughts are you thinking?”

The low rumble made Calina jerk in surprise. Her eyes flew to Matt’s but his were still closed. His face was still relaxed and he hadn’t moved a muscle…but there was now a slight curve to his lips. His tongue darted out to wet them before he spoke again, his voice deep and husky. “It’s Christmas morning and we’ve had at least six hours of sleep - you’re supposed to be happy and relaxed, not tense and stressed out.”

“You caught that, huh?”

He tapped the tip of his nose. “Kinda hard to miss when I’m this close to you.”

“Sorry.”

His eyes fluttered open. “Don’t be sorry. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

 ———

 “Nothing.”

Matt had never heard a more dishonest word in his life. Either he was getting better at detecting Calina’s lies, or she wasn’t trying very hard to hide the truth this morning.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and gave it a gentle tug in rebuke. “Calina…”

She sighed. “Yeah. Okay. Not nothing. Just…I’m overanalysing the situation, as usual. And I got in my head about it.”

“Well that’s not vague at all.”

She laughed this time, and the sharp taste of cortisol in the air faded away, proof that she was feeling better. He smiled at her and continued to stroke his fingers through her hair. “Hey…”

“What?”

“Merry Christmas.”

She smiled. “Merry Christmas to you.”

He leaned forward and kissed her, loving the feel of her smile beneath his lips. He meant it as a simple gesture of ‘hello’ but, as it did every time they touched, the gravity of her pulled him in. The kiss deepened as he gathered her closer with a hand on her back. One of her legs slipped between his, and her thigh brushed against his morning erection.

She went still.

Worried that he was moving too fast, he angled his hips back and away from her. “Sorry,” he mumbled into her mouth.

“No!” she cried.

Matt jolted in surprise. “Calina?”

She ducked her head and buried it against his chest, and he could sense the heat rising from her cheeks, as if she was embarrassed.

But why would she be embarrassed?

“Calina? What’s wrong, baby?”

“I just…I want…” He heard her clench her jaw in frustration before letting out an annoyed, “UGH!”

He stifled his laughter. He didn’t want to make light of her obvious struggles, but her irritation with herself was kind of cute. He stroked his hand over her hair. “Talk to me. You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Calina took a deep breath. “Iwanttohavesexwithyou.”

Matt frowned as he tried to interpret the rush of words. And when he finally did, his heart started pounding. The thumping beats reverberated in his chest, and he felt the echo in his cock as the blood rushed through the rapidly hardening organ.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

In answer, Calina leaned up and kissed him. And there was nothing embarrassed or shy in it. She pressed her lips against his firmly, and her tongue swept into his mouth with passion and confidence. It was as if finally voicing her desires had unlocked them, allowing them to run free.

Matt responded instantly. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers gripping her hair, as he returned the kiss. His tongue warred with hers. He bit at her lower lip, and sucked it into his mouth. Then he attacked her neck, licking and nibbling and scraping the delicate skin with his teeth.

He tried to slow down. To gentle his approach. But it was as if his own hunger had been ignited by the force of hers.

And she met him step for step. Her fingers raked through his hair, tugging on the strands and sending sparks of pleasure through his nerve endings. She dragged her nails down his bare back. She hooked her leg over his hip and used it to pull him on top of her.

He went willingly, settling into the cradle of her thighs with his cock pressed against her core. Her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him closer as she rocked her pelvis against his. He moaned at the friction, and felt her lips against his neck curve in satisfaction.

Helpless to resist, he thrust against her. Her breath hitched in response, and it was his turn to smile. They started moving, their lower bodies working in tandem to bring them both to the edge as they panted and moaned against each other’s skin.

But Matt forced himself to stop. He didn’t just want a repeat of last time. He wanted more.

And he knew Calina did too, despite her groan of protest.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, lifting himself up onto his knees. “I want to feel you against me. All of you.”

 ———

 Calina tried to calm her racing heart as Matt pulled her up off the pillow until she was sitting in front of him, her legs between his spread thighs. She’d gotten carried away by all the sensation - the weight of his strong body, his hard length rocking against her, the delicious things he was doing with his lips and tongue…

But she was glad he’d stopped when he had. She wanted them to take their time. She wanted to savour this, and remember every moment of it.

And she wanted what he wanted - the feel of naked skin on naked skin.

She lifted her arms as he slipped her t-shirt over her head. He threw the top onto the floor then his hands returned to her body. He glided his fingers over the material of her bra, and she cursed herself for wearing plain cotton lingerie today of all days. But she’d left Maine in a hurry and had figured that, without his sight, Matt wouldn’t care about sexy underwear.

But she should have taken his sense of touch into account. Next time, she’d chose something more stimulating for him - satin or lace, or something with complicated straps…

“You good?” Matt asked, his voice soft and gentle. His hands had paused at the closure of her bra, and he must have been wondering why her attention had drifted.

She decided to tell him the truth. She didn’t want him to think she was anything but 100% invested in this. “I was, um, regretting my choice of bra.”

He chuckled, as his clever fingers unhooked her strap. “Don’t. I’m much more interested in what’s underneath.” As if to prove his point, he quickly removed the garment and tossed it aside.

But he didn’t touch her exposed skin. Instead, he took her face between his hands and kissed her. A gentle, careful kiss. The sweetness of it, the reverence she could feel, brought a tear to her eye. Matt kissed away the moisture and lay her back on the pillow. Then he scooted down the bed and brought his hands to the top of her sweats.

He looked up at her, and she could read the question on his face - Is this okay?

His constant checking for consent made her fall in love with him even more. She didn’t know if he was always this solicitous in bed, or he was accommodating her…unique…history, but either way it made her feel so cherished. And the control he was handing over to her - the ability to stop this whole encounter with a word - was a potent aphrodisiac.

This was already better than every other experience she’d ever had, and they both still had their pants on.

She wanted that rectified. Now.

So in answer to his question, she lifted her hips. He grinned and hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly, slowly dragged the material down her legs. The same silent check and consent played out with her underwear, until they were a scrap on the floor and she was naked beneath him.

And that’s when he finally touched her.

At first, it was a barely-there glide of his fingers over her skin, the soft strokes leaving a trail of shivers behind. Then his hands spread out and he ran them all over her body, as if mapping the shape of her. The curve of her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples, the flare of her waist and the sensitive spot behind her knees…no inch was left untouched.

Except the throbbing spot between her legs.

The ache in her core deepened with every caress of his hands, until it started to overwhelm her senses. Calina clenched her thighs together, trying to ease the growing pressure.

But Matt caught the movement. With a chiding “Uh-uh,” he grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, intensifying the desperate emptiness inside her. He repositioned himself between her legs and leaned over her to kiss her neck.

Calina tipped her head back on a reflex, while her lower body writhed against the hard mass of his body, searching in vain for some relief. “Please,” she begged, twisting the bedsheets at her sides.

“Just a little while longer, I promise,” Matt replied. “I need to taste you first.”

Calina gasped at the imagery of Matt’s clever, agile tongue following the path of his hands…then moaned as it became a reality. He teased and tortured her for what seemed like hours, slowly dragging his mouth over and along the length of her body. He kissed a path down her chest and painted her nipples with liquid heat. He nibbled at her hip bone, and pressed gentle kisses to the fluttering skin of her belly.

Then his mouth dipped lower…

The first stroke of his tongue against her clit shot through her like a firework. Her back arched off the bed and her strangled groan filled the room. She didn’t care how shameless she sounded. She didn’t care that a constant stream of pleading words were flowing from her lips…all she cared about was the mouth between her legs.

Matt licked and sucked at the moisture now bathing her upper thighs. He let out his own moan and the hands holding her hips in place dug into her soft flesh. “God, you taste amazing,” he rumbled. He stabbed his tongue into her opening, and the merest hint of being filled shot Calina’s desire into the stratosphere. Her whole body tightened. She could feel her toes curl and her hold on the bedsheets became a death-grip as the need inside her built and built until it was almost painful.

Then Matt wrapped his lips around her clit and it was all over.

She came with a half-sob, half-cry and collapsed back onto the mattress. Aftershocks pinged through her body as Matt continued to nuzzle against her, his mouth gentler now as he guided her back down to earth.

She let out a shuddering breath and flung her arm over her eyes, overcome by the intensity of what she’d just experienced.

“You okay?” Matt asked as he moved up the bed to rest beside her.

Calina laughed at the absurdity of his question. She’d never be okay again.

She turned to burrow against his warmth. “Yes. Thank you,” she whispered.

He slung an arm around her. “Believe me, it was my pleasure,” he laughed.

But the sound of it was slightly stilted, and there was a hitch in his breath. She felt a tension in his body as he held her close and she realised he was still…unsatisfied.

She wanted him to feel what she did. She wanted to give him the same explosive pleasure. She pushed him onto his back and reached up to kiss him, loving the exotic taste of herself on his tongue.  She gripped his hair with one hand, and used the other to tilt his jaw where she wanted it.

She made it clear with her touch that it was her turn now.

Matt seemed more than happy to relinquish the lead. He let her direct the kiss, and when her lips moved down to his neck, he tilted his head back to give her more access. When her hands moved to the waistband of his sweats, he followed her move from before and lifted his hips from the bed to help her along.

She eased the bands of his pants and boxers over the steel length of his erection then quickly discarded his clothing until he was bare before her.

She gazed at his body, and licked her lips. She wanted to run her hands and lips all over him, the same way he’d done to her. But first she just stared, enjoying the sight of him laid out like a greek God in repose.

The strong winter sunshine flooding the room illuminated him in all his glory. The light bathed him, touching upon every contour of muscle and glinting off the pearlescent lines of his scars. 

He was so beautiful.

She placed her hand on his neck, just over the notch of his collarbone and dragged it down the centre of his chest, down his ridged abdomen, down until her wrist just nudged against his hard cock.  The friction drew a low masculine noise from deep in his throat and the sound went directly to her core, causing it to pulse in response.

She repeated the glide of her hand, then set about mapping his body the way he’d done to her, charting the terrain of his muscles with her fingers and her lips, and teasing him they way he’d teased her.

After long, long minutes of torture, she finally reached his cock. She paused over him, letting him feel her panting breaths against the sensitive tip. Every inch of Matt was still, every muscle taut, as he waited for her next move.

He jerked in surprise when she suddenly took the head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, loving the sounds he made in response - hungry male sounds that made her feel sexy and powerful.

But just as she dipped her head to take more of his length, he wrenched her off him and flipped her onto her back. She started to protest, “I wanted to-,”  but he cut her off.

“I know. Next time. Later. I gotta be inside you.” His accent was rougher, his voice raspy with desire as he crawled over her. “Condom. In the drawer-”

He made a move towards the bedside cabinet next to her, but she stopped him and shook her head.“We don’t need that.”

“Sure?”

She was clean - endless testing in the Red Room confirmed that - and she knew he was too, due to some very intrusive hacking by Anya. And birth control was…not a concern. Not wanting to get into all that, she just nodded. “Sure.”

He nodded in return, then settled himself over her and kissed her.

Although calling it a kiss was like calling a hurricane a light breeze.

He devoured her. His mouth moved over hers with an urgent need as his heavy weight trapped her in place. He grasped her neck, the large hand spanning her throat as he held her in place.

There was no softness to him now. No gentleness. Just dangerous, hard strength.

But she’d never felt safer.

She yielded to him. Relaxed beneath him and spread her legs to allow him closer. And to give him that last bit of wordless consent.

She felt the blunt end of his cock line up with her opening, and then he entered her. The sharp thrust surprised a gasp from her. The sound seemed to penetrate the haze of his lust, and he paused, the thick length of him buried deep within her. “Calina?”

She hitched her legs higher on his waist and adjusted to the feel of him inside her. “I’m good. I’m good.”

To prove just how good she was feeling, she squeezed around his girth. He moaned, and she smiled at the sound.

“Not fair,” he ground out from between clenched teeth. “I’m so close.”

She smoothed his hair back from his face and spread her hands over his shoulders. She could feel the tension in his frame as he tried to hold back.

But she didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him to go wild.

“Let go, Matt. Just let go,” she whispered, clenching around him one more time.

Her permission was all he needed. He pulled back his hips then snapped them forward again. She absorbed the impact with a moan, then moved with him as he established a frantic rhythm. His unfocussed eyes burned with intense need as he thrust into her. She kept up her caresses, running her hands over his back, his arms, his stubbled cheeks. Her fingers strayed close to his lips and he turned his head to press a kiss to them, a hint of tenderness in the midst of his fierce, untamed ascent towards release.

The sight of him, the feel of him, the enormity of what they were experiencing, reignited Calina’s own lust. She felt the familiar insistent ache in her clit and slipped a hand between them to help it along. Matt realised her plan and beat her to it. His rough fingers rubbed against her, as he thrust and thrust. Within moments she went over the edge, so sensitive due to her earlier orgasm.

Matt followed her with a guttural moan then collapsed on top of her.

She took his weight gladly, and couldn’t stop the smile that spread over her face.

She’d made love to Matt.

Finally.

And it was amazing. Everything she could have hoped for and more.

She glided her hands down his back, feeling the slight tremors beneath his warm skin as he recovered. He levered himself up onto one forearm and smoothed the hair off her face, then pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she whispered back.

He pressed another kiss to her lips. “I love you.”

Her smile widened. “I love you too.”

Matt rolled onto his back and pulled her with him until she was sprawled across his chest. And that’s when the sounds of the outside world started to penetrate their cocoon. She could hear cars in the streets and the faint laughter of children no doubt playing with new Christmas presents on the sidewalks.

But she tried to zone them out. She didn’t want the real world today. She didn’t want time to pass.

She just wanted to stay in this moment, with Matt…forever.

————–

Chapter 21 

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