#hmmm not really a lot of babbling for me to do with this one other than

[essencering]

↳ summary: "i follow you despite my shortcomings because you need a rock. you can stumble, but when i'm beside you then i will never let you fall."

or the told out-of-order story about how you and jiang cheng grew close, and fall in love with one another at some point but never noticed and the little moments where you looked out for one another. until it was pointed out during the 13 years you've known one another a few times by jin ling and then again by wei wuxian where both of you somehow go "oh god, when did we fall in love?"

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Jiang Cheng, Reader Is Not A Cultivator, You Can Still Fight Though, (Past) Self-Sacrificing Intentions, (Past) Attempted Suicide, The Past Attempted Suicide Is Vague/Written About Oddly But There.

writer's blurp: got some more jiang cheng/reader goodies i just wanna give this guy a smooch. timeline wise, jiang cheng meet's the reader a little bit after WWX dying for real, but that's for another short to explain, but you can probably put this almost a year & half relationship-wise? idk i'll slowly sort more of this out timeline-wise for ya'll and myself. this short jiang cheng gifts the reader a clarity bell because while the reader isn't a cultivator you're not a full regular jo, but that's for another short-- this one is for jiang cheng to give you a gift that's very important to you. •┈┈ master list : ↳ previous | next

at the apex of the world, you watch how the world falls around you, stone crumbling beneath the feet of both the strong and weak. how the sky above and the earth below are ablaze with justice (or was it conquest) and all you can do is run. lungs burning, muscles screaming begging for you to stop, but you couldn't.

lest you stop to breathe-- to stop would allow the shadows of the falling sun to catch up to you (if they do then you are dead) and so you kept running.

•┈┈ running. running. running. running. running. keep running. always running.

if you run far enough then you wouldn't hear the screaming, smell the blood and see how the bodies of the defeated were being trampled upon. carving a path in blood, and making a bridge for those stronger to tread upon.

it didn't matter where you ended up, so long as you no longer stood at the apex of the world to watch this battle, keep running so that when you reach the edge you would fall with the setting sun.

to fall with the setting sun at the apex of the world, to become a god-shattering star with your action-- it was nothing more than a dream whose end you would never see.

you wake up from your dream. you lack a golden core thus you would be unable to become a god-shattering star. so you should simply fall-

fall fall fall and fall until you would be a stain on the ground.

you would not be able to sleep after having that old dream, a dream that was a lie whispered in your ear, but it was your life to give it up for someone else at the expense of your continued existence.

you wipe away the sweat sticking to your skin from the dream, tie your hair up, you put on your uniform slowly, lost in how many how long it has been since you had that dream. scroll and book in hand you leave your quarters.

it's still far too early in the morning for any work to be done, but you could read over documents, making an itemized list of things that jiang cheng would need to focus on by importance, then attempt to have him wander the city afterward.

lost in your own thoughts you don't realize where your feet have carried you until a familiar someone whose presence belongs to none other than jiang cheng himself.

"i never took you for someone to ignore others when your name is called," jiang cheng's tone is harsh, but the worried expression doesn't go unmissed, "are you still asleep? or... are you trapped in that dream again to be standing here so underdressed?"

standing here? jiang cheng's question seems to clear your mind enough to notice where you stand, the wind gently moving your clothes and losing strands of hair, the sky so close that you could touch it with the earth below you being so far away, and your feet just inches from the edge.

a strong grip on your arm and the warmth radiating from it chases the small chill that had settled in your bones from how long you had been standing here, but also at how close you were to no longer existing once more.

you take in how you are not dressed despite believing that you had gone through the motions to do so. you stand here so close to the heavens, so far from the earth and what gazed back at you was worry and warmth.

"this-this one begs for forgiveness sandu shengshou! this one was still dreaming!" you use jiang cheng's title, silently praying that the man does not notice how much of a mess you truly are.

if he hadn't woken you up then... you would have-- you don't want to think about how much finding your broken body, or seeing you fall would have hurt jiang cheng. despite the front he puts on, he is truly a man with a very kind, and very big loving heart.

the sound of jingling grabs your attention, and you look.

a clarity bell.

"take it." jiang cheng's tone is flat, leaving you no room for an argument, with another small twitch of his hand the bell rings. slowly, but surely with each little ring the fog in your mind cleared, making it easier and easier for you to breathe.

"this one is not a disciple. so this one does not need a clarity bell." you reply, still keeping an eye on the clarity bell in jiang cheng's hand, the tassel moving gently in the breeze.

"this isn't something that we will argue over. disciple or not, you will take this clarity bell and when it rings it'll keep that head of yours clear," jiang cheng all, but pulls you towards him and presses the bell against your palm, which despite how cold the metal should be it feels like it could possibly burn its imprint into your hand.

"if the dead wish to beckon you to them that badly, then they'll have to first go through me, and if i'm not around then the bell will suffice until i arrive."

jiang cheng's kindness is rough around the edges, as his grief still hangs heavy in his heart and over his head, but he moves forward. even though the ones he wishes to still be at his side more than anything are no longer here, there is still a room for each one of them here, waiting, and collecting dust for people who can never return.

(you silently wondered if he would make a room for someone such as you in those halls)

"this one thanks you sandu shengshou." you speak with such a fragile tone, jiang cheng didn't respond to your words, simply turning around and walking away before stopping to look at you once more.

"well? are you going to keep standing there looking like a fool? or are you going to follow me as my right hand should?"

you receive stares and hear whispers about the clarity bell, but one piercing glance from you or the bark of an order from jiang cheng is enough to silence those bold enough to speak.

the whispers die down and you never truly think about the clarity bell other than for its most basic functions and how jiang cheng seems relieved to see that you wear it.

jin ling asks about the bell, the young man moving his hand so that it rattles repeatedly once you hand it over to him. you laugh quietly while watching him.

it isn't until years later from wei wuxian that you learn the clarity bell that you keep so close to your person was originally jiang cheng's-- to which you respond that he has to be wrong.

no wei wuxian is absolutely positive that bell is jiang cheng's.

the only thing different now to the bell than when he last remembered seeing it is there are a few beads added (to which you respond was from jin ling and jiang cheng on your birthday), a prayer charm for good health (from jin ling one new years how old it is clearly visible to any able to see it up close) and lastly, a talisman to ward off bad thoughts (from jiang cheng being a worry wart when you had to leave his side for a bit due to a mission).

wei wuxian just smiles while listening to you explain each one as if it would somehow tell him that he's wrong, that this isn't jiang cheng's bell, but just some random bell that he had on him--

"thank you, for being with him. he wasn't all alone, maybe that's why he isn't as mad at me as he could be-- only a little bit of a snappy dog."

"haaa! sandu shengshou is only ever more bark than bite with those he loves-- and if this one can be so bold to say this then... if he can act like this towards the yiling patriarch even if you should never be able to reconcile, you are still his family, still his brother."

a warm, silence hangs over the two of you. you do not bring up how wei wuxian's lip trembles, or how he quickly wipes his eyes. nor does wei wuxian bring up how you gently hold jiang cheng's clarity bell in your hands.

the only thing that is said in that warm, silence is wei wuxian addressing you as if you are the spouse of jiang cheng, and welcoming you to the family.

to which you quickly smack him gently against the head, face burning while wei wuxian laughs. you now understand why lan wanji responds to him with only one-word responses.

[birthdaycakeplate]

same anon asking for Blitzbee fic recommendations, tried to message you but unfortunately your account is set to only people you follow doing that.

but hmmm, I'd say my personal taste in fics are actually slow burns, I really like fics that focus on Blitzwing and Bee forming an unlikely relationship based on their 'home lives' in a sense of it, where neither are understood and often viewed as annoyances/loose canons leading both to a feeling of isolation and a mild desperation/willingness to connect with anyone even at the risk of 'treason' for interacting with the other side.

I also enjoy the progression for Blitzwing of seeing Bumblebee as a harmless amusement to him somehow becoming a bit of a hyper focus that causes the big bad con to develop some empathy and *gasp* morals.

Meanwhile Bee is just a cocky little bastard who refuses to accept Blitzwing as the actual threat he is and then feelings are caught when his view of the world is shifted and he finds out Decepticons are also actually just people with complex feelings and motivations (also bonus if break down of autobots 'all warbuilds are evil because' bs is broken down)

I realize now I'm rambling so apologies its just a very fun ship to babble about.

If I was to ask for any fic, if you could set one in your Nemesis AU that be amazing, the size difference you give in that is spectacular like omg I stare so politely.

Also the concept is just very fun to me and I'd love to see that au world expanded.

As for spicy content I don't really have any ideas? Sorry I'm actually terrible at writing it my only preferences are Blitz top and preferably consensual.

for ease if we keep talking like this I'll sign off as

Curiosity

GOD, of course I invited you to talk with me and then blocked you from doing that elekkeem 🌝 I think I fixed my messaging where I’ll get your stuff now, if you’d like to try again 😭 I swear I’m always this dysfunctional.

But anyway, your message here is good, true, andfantastic. I CRY. Your view on the ship is perfect and pure D,8

I LOVE when Blitzwing is stunned when his desire to squash the useless yellow gnat and be done with him is suddenly evaporated by the sudden realization this guy is slowly becoming the only thing in his life fun and full of life (and kind of precious if he’s being honest, ok???). Because their chemistry is crazy- they’re both wrekcless little freaks when left to their own devices, but full time loyal, fucked up little creatures to the ones closest to them. The handful Blitzwing can afford to let in to his life, even if ‘friends’ isn’t the word he’d use, and the few Bumblebee can make real connections with, when he’s a mischievous ant with a complex to make ‘something great’ of himself.

But he already IS great and bad boy Blitzwing needs to make it his immediate life’s goal to get that through to him and give him lots of love. (I ramble, too, you’re in good company)

I’m bad at stating my thoughts, I get overwhelmed when it’s my own emotions. But I typed and retyped something along the lines of how I’m noticing we have lots of similarities here in terms of what our favorite flavor of Blitzbee is 🩷🩷🩷 I bet lots of ppl who read this would agree with you and appreciate you throwing out there the love language of these complete messes of men✨

Does that mean my attempt to translate these tastes into fiction beside my ideas will make for good reading and also provide you a happy source of top Blitz/blitzbee? God, I HOPE so. You deserve it and I’m going to try.

I have the first chapter half written, because-

OH MY GOD, YOU LIKE MY AUTBOTS JOIN THE NEMESIS AU STUFF EKEKKEE

OoooOOOHhhh aAHHHHHHHH

I SCREEEEEEAM 💕💕💕 thank you???!!! That means so much to ME and makes me insanely happy, because I was so surprised when you said that, and I REALIZED how amazing it is to hear a thing like that. That I’ve got a thing going I didn’t imagine would become liked enough for a fic request for it.

I’m hoping to finish this first chapter by next Friday. Probably sooner than that? But I’m scared life won’t allow it. Thanks for your messages💕

(The other anons who messaged me, too, about some top Blitzwing fic stuff, I see you and I’m elated to hear from so many of you, thank you✨)

[smallestapplin]

Hmmm, okay but that hybrid request has me a bit 💦

Like oh GOD the size difference has my size kink going Mad. Can you just like imagine when Emmet does get his hands on that little Lopunny in a sexual context?? Like Ingo is a gentleman and sweet as can be but Emmet?

He’s gonna go feral with her, everything is gonna set him off, how small she is how frail compared every tiny sound or attempt to push or pull on him that can’t do more the test the give of his skin.

He'd feel so big and powerful and in control and that’s just the foreplay like 🥵

He could pin her down with one hand, hold her wrists together well exploring her body with the other and his mouth. Hell he could probably left and carry her around like she was little more then a pillow to position to his liking.

And then when he finally does get into it. It’s such a tight fit in that Lopunny’s core he gotta bully his dick in one trust at a time, no matter how much prep is done she’s like half his height that’s gonna be tight can see him trying to be gentle at first but he gets the head in and he’s gone.

It’s so tight, so warm and he can see his own dick causing a bulge form so he might damn well be able to stroke him well fucking his little hybrid bunny and he’s gone, big bad wolf is out and he’s gonna fuck her for hours.

Such a same tho he picked a bunny~ because it ain’t gonna be her down whining from over stimulation after he fucks her into a cock drunk state that basically puts her into a heat that’ll leave him exhausted.

(I had a whole reply but tUMBLR- >:/)

BUT YES HE WOULD!🔞

-

He tries to be gentle, he knows he’s much larger than you.

He knew before mating you, it was going to take some time, some work, and a lot of working you open.

He’d just have to be easy.

And by the almighty did he try.

You can hear his fluffy white tail thumping against the ground, he can’t help it!

He licked your core like he was starved, and finger fucked you open.

Emmet tried, he really did.

Nearly howling at just the tip being inside your right cunt.

That’s all you could recall before being fucked.

He had you cumming before being even fully inside you.

His knot slamming against your pussy lips, trying to push in and tie you to him.

You faintly feel drool dripping onto your shoulder.

His face buried in your neck, marking you up as his mate.

Babbling apologies, as he just keeps pounding into your stuffed hole.

His mate, his small mate.

So cute and stuffed all on his cock.

You’re in tears, completely cockdrunk.

But he’s not done, he wants to knot.



[mickmundy]

sorry to bother ya but do ya perhaps have any new silly thoughts about your silly guys (vamp medic + hunter sniper)?

OMFGGG YOU ARE NEVER A BOTHER UWAAA ;___; i love getting asks!! ^__^ you could sincerely never bother me I feel like i'm bothering YOU when i just blab about stuff so ;_; asks help me feel less annoying ehe!! AND ABSOLUTELY HMMM let me see.,.,

their dynamic is extra fun to me because OBVIOUSLY i am sooo slutty for slow burn pining etc BUT this fic would let me have a lot more fun in the sense of adding on all of these supernatural Creatures and their social dynamics etc.,., plus since it's just a silly fantasy au i can be sooo sillay and a bit Corny Tropey with it but it's okay! let dutch have fun as a treat...................

so i've said before sniper isn't a hostage nor is he a ward or anything else... but medic's castle is really nice and so sniper figures he'd probably be crazy not to take him up on some of that amazing lodging!! medic calls in a chef that cooks for sniper around the clock and often joins sniper when he eats (having just finished eating himself... heh) and is often sitting at the table waiting for sniper swirling a glass of blood in a wine glass and being like "gooood evening herr hunter! ^v^" and at first sniper would think it was absolutely ridiculous but he's also.., kind of lonely.,., and as he gets used it medic just becomes a part of his routine and he looks forward to having dinner with him... they "quickly" become friends and pick each other's brains about humans, vampires, combat, hunting, etc!!

and i think sniper specifically is really well suited to the like. "vampire/supernatural/creature hunter" thing because he's a liiiiittle bit morally gray. like he'd be.,., a little curious about medic and how he ticks (and how he hunts/kills) and medic would think that was so cute.... and of course he loves to talk about himself so that's perfect!! and i think sniper's also just got that Funny Offbeat-ness to his personality (canonically. but as well as in this au ehe) that i think he and medic like things that are "morbid" and "weird" and they just Get Each Other like that!

medic talks to sniper about the thrill of the hunt from the perspective of his wolves.,., "hoo! there is nothing like it!" and sniper on the edge of his seat listening because god it would be so cool to hunt like an animal does.... medic taking sniper up on that and offering to let him tag along the next time his wolves go hunting. sniper does so just to watch his wolves work, fascinated by the fact that it's medic controlling them (or not knowing that bit of info at all yet. haven't decided which is more Delicious ehe) .,., letting out a startled yelp as one of the wolves comes up behind him and blows hot air in his ear and nips at sniper's ear and barks and does the "play bow" at him.,., medic's playing with him.., sniper playfully shoves the muzzle of the wolf away and is like "ALRIGHT alright.,., very funny.,. -_-" but he's chuckling and brushes the snow off of him and readies his own bow and hunts a few animals for them (as a thank you to medic).,.,

sniper coming back in soaked and muddy and one of medic's wolves trotting up to him and sitting beside medic and sniper shucks off his drenched gross outdoor clothes by the fireplace and medic "jogs" up to greet them (going Human Paced) and is like "HOO! LOOK AT YOU! did you have fun? ^v^" and sniper's excitedly babbling about how much fun he'd had and is like "heh., s'fun hunting with a pack. never done that before, well, obviously," and of course the wolves were being controlled by medic but medic's like ;-; because sniper looked so in his element and looked like such a Handsome and Rugged Hunter... and medic's like "well, i'm so glad to hear you had fun; you certainly gave my hounds a run for their money, hoo! why, i-" and sniper's asleep curled up by the fireplace and medic grins oughhhh he wants to hold sniper so bad...

sniper is SO human and medic doesn't miss being a human whatsoever (and of course in true medic fashion Jumped at the chance at Vampire Immortality in the first place) but... it's a nice change of scenery... Very Cute.,., and it makes medic's dead old heart flutter just a little bit... ehe.,.,

[ram-de]

[read] the world doesn't deserve gordo

I SWEAR IF HE'S HURTING ONE MORE TIME... I'M. ADOPTING THE 38 YEARS OLD MAN MYSELF!!!

GORDO!! MARK!! they're so precious as little kids... The little raven carve? This is all a car crash and I'm so invested... Please....

Thomas... Is Thomas a slime. Was he always been a slime??? He's not a slime in book 1...

Why the hell would a dad tattoos his kid at the young age of 8???? they can barely make decisions!! ERM.... GORDO IS 12 HES JUST A KID!! my son!! This is child labor what the fluff?! FIND ANOTHER WITCH WHAT THE HELL is there a witch shortage

Ngl not liking how the human love interest, referred to 'mate', is seen as an item here rather than like, human. Like they weren't given a choice after a wolf sets their eyes upon them. Idk... then again that's just richard talking.

Gordo my son is traumatized, he was barely given a choice!! #justiceforgordo

Gordo... He's my father fr😔 HES BONDING WITH THE KIDS AUGSHSHSH JOE LAUGHED ??friendfriend?friend??

Gordo he deserved everything... I'm not ready for whatever train crash that gonna happens. Is Marty gonna be murdered too😭 is Mark going to betray him too😭

ABEL IS A SLIME I NEED HIM TO dye his hair pink or something

Mark is so whipped man😭 CUTE CUTE CUTE inject this shit to my veins (I don't know shit about drugs)

Is the girl Meredith king... Have my son gordo not suffered enough... THERE SHE IS... No wonder gordo would be 38 and traumatized like... One parents manipulated him, the other murdered someone, wolves would? Eventually betray him, enemies of wolves aka the hunters are mad extremist like...

This would be so great to read in a manga media like maybe as a seinen thriller mystery romance kinda Manga published monthly PLEASEEE I can imagine the colorspread the dramatics I think I've said it in wolfsong already BUT STILL look even the villains is dramatic they're quirky (Meredith u lunatic queen)

I swear if you thomas blamed this on my son gordo... ELIZABETH YOU'RE ON THIN ICE...

maternal bonds😭 this is when Elizabeth began doing dinners again back at green creek I'm weeping shes so strong

DID GORDO KILL THE WITCH... HUH...

Now why am I sad for this King guy... Klune is ruthless to side characters

FUCK YOU THOMAS... he's always being the one who babble about "oh but everything is a choice" and then ONLY. MADE CHOICES FOR AND BY HIMSELF LIKE?? THIS HAPPENED A LOT IN BOOK 1 TOO I am so mad. At the end of the day gordo's mother is right. U have to make your own choices not take whatever others gave you. damn I'm hurting. My son gordo. Thomas hate.

Fuck this pack dynamics the bennets alphas are certified selfish pricks (abel, thomas, joe yes u too joe u were one )

I'm going insane we only have Marty to trust in this house

As much as I adore the cutiepie mark... This romance isn't working bro like gordo is hurting hsgsjdjdjjjs also... Freaking THOMAS said to gordo not to lead Mark's feeling BUT LOOK WHAT HE FACILITATED INSTEAD?? for Mark to lead on gordo's feeling instead by making him visit the teenage boy every 6 month??? fucking hypocrite you thomas bennett

I am so bitter that Thomas were portrayed to be this saintly father figure to ox who give wise wisdoms (fReEdOm oF cHoIcE) and train with him when he's basically the catalyst to every evil thing in the world. I know, I know, character flaws and all. I just feel lied because he's horrible. Don't care about his reasoning! Couldn't even be gentler about it to gordo.

Fuck me mark is so sweet I HATE THE BENNETTSS AHHHHHHGGHGGSHHS

I feel really uncomfortable with the spice? scenes can we skip

I will also always side 100% with my son gordo BACK AWAY MARK can't even write hello monthly like fuck off with the mate bullshit he's been hurting for YEARS! you have your packs but gordos. Marty's dead! And you(plural) didn't call back! However sweet mark is he's still a Bennett.

I hate it here I hate it here I hate it heree AHHHHH I HATE IT HERE fucking Thomas ruining lives

Hmmm I need a proper groveling from Mark he can attribute his absence to his father but in the end he still aligns himself not to gordo anyway like?

ROMABCES ASIDE I like (love love love) the dynamics in the garage guys and robbie made a good addition to the crew too 😭 they're adorable pls

Ermmmmm why is gordo being pushed to be the one initiating talk?? Guys?? he's the one being wronged???? ELIZABETH??? MARK WHAT IS YOUR REASON FOR NEGLEGIENCE TO YOUR 'MATE' HUH??

This sucks if it leans to the one hurting being the one to make things work like... I NEED TO SLEEP.

FUCK SLEEP.

Tj klune really excels at this homey dynamics scene!! This scene involves like 11? Characters simply just blabbering and it felt so endearing shgshsh

Who the hells wears jeans on commando MARK???? I get it werewolves can heals fast BUT ZIPPER ARE PEAK HORRORS

[jaimistoryteller]

Hello! This is your friendly inquiry to answer this ask with whatever you'd like to talk about right now! Whether that be a story you're working on, something you're excited or worried about, or just something random you happen to know.

All the love,

~ toribookworm ❤️

*smiles* it was a pleasant surprise to see the notification for this in my email.

It got a bit long, so I put it under a read more

*blinks* An invite to babble about what I want to talk about, hmmm, *head tips* well. Lately there's a been a lot of stuff going on. Most of which hasn't been good. I've been trying not to stress, but it isn't exactly working the way I want. My insomnia has been flaring up cause of pain *sighs*.

I've been working on coloring pages for my patreon. Here's the free ones I did for Valentine's Day, the rest I've done so far are part of the $1 a month tier. Haven't had anyone sign up in a long while, but hey, I am working on getting my patreon active and stable around my health hating me.

I've also done a little bit of digital art, Stiles/Bucky for Inell's birthday and her series In the Shadows. With it, I used a few new brushes I downloaded, and some new styles I have been trying out. There's been a lot of downloading and sorting of brushes to play with.

I've also made some gimp brushes of my own, which will get added to patreon as well, depending on the brush set, they'll either be early release for my patreons and then public for free fourteen days later. Most were created to make things easier when doing art for the coloring pages.

When I have the energy, I'm gonna test all my Sims4 CC for putting on there as well. I made a lot last year for that purpose, but then couldn't figure out how to clean copy test it. I was doing some cleaning when I remembered I have my old laptop, which does run Sims4 and I can use it. I had gotten it fixed last year, after it sat dead for a long while, in case this laptop goes down again, as it has done that twice due to life going wrong.

Writing has been hard. Well, maybe hard is the wrong word. I open up a doc on the computer or touchpad to write, and the words run the hell away *grumbles and shakes head*. Yet I can hand write plenty. Just means I will have to scan it in.

My muse has been focused on a Peter/Stiles unexpected pregnancy fic *grumbles like frustrated cat*.

I have all these other projects I want to work on, but no *side eyes writing notebook and the muse*. That's the one my muse likes, to the tune of more than 30 front/back hand written college rule paper.

Then when I can physically handle it, I do little things around my house. At least they feel little over all, even if they are huge as far as my body cares. So much pain caused, but I love the progress. I'm slowly getting my house repaired and rebuilt. I hate that every little repair ends up physically costing me hours where I am passed out cause pain, or wishing I was. *sighs*.

I get tired of having to beg for help, yet that is sadly a regular thing in my world. I'm sure others get tired of seeing it. It's sadly part of since commissions and my limited amount from patreon doesn't always cover the bills. I apply for small jobs where I can, but alas, due to health, that rarely works either.

I really appreciate the message and offer to babble. Apologies if it ended up being a bit more than expected, or wanted.

How is everything for you? anything you'd like to babble on?

[twisted-tales-told]

hi !!

17 , 18, 23 for the ask game please !!

also i hope you are having a great day and that the headache will go away soon :(( !! xx

This ask game

Hiii yeah this headache is really fucking killing me. I have so much work to do today so I’m hoping if I play this ask game it’ll help me adjust cuz it came on rlly suddenly.

17. Who got me into writing?

When I was 15 I took a poetry workshop with a woman named Sabrina Benham (she’s a published poet so I am using her name) teaching, and she really provided a safe space for everyone there. She’s truly one of the most amazing human beings I’ve ever met, and she inadvertently saved my life. She’s the only person I’ve ever met who gave me complete utter freedom to express with no criticism, or reminders that writing is about improvement. She always told us to let our wilds grow.

18. Babble about whatever you want

Hmmm well,

I think I’m just really admiring how much I’ve grown as a person in the past year. I think I’m a lot more open minded and not so quick to react to things I don’t like, and this tolerance took me a lot of effort to grow and I’m just really proud of myself for it!

Also, like, im picking my life back up after a huge disruption in 2020 (not just the pandemic but other things too) and like, it’s been such a hard fight to get here. I really owe it to myself to be proud of how hard I’ve worked to get to this moment.

23. Newest wip idea!

Okay so I’m currently really obsessed with my seer au because it’s just such a cozy place to be. Like it’s kinda like if perks of being a wallflower was a magic au, and the themes aren’t quite as heavy but they are definitely there. It’s very cozy fantasy too in my opinion. I just love everything I have planned for it.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine A Halloween Date With Eddie Brock

Eddie Brock X FemReader

Slight Venom X FemReader

Warnings: None

Eddie knew you loved Halloween and everything spooky. Every year he would surprise you with a fall scented candle, spooky treats, and watch all sorts of Halloween movies with you. This year though he would mix it up and do something different and with Venom throwing in an idea or two his plan was hatched. With two days left until all Hallows Eve came upon the city, Eddie had everything planned and was waiting for you to come home from work.

"Eddie! Ven! I'm home," you called shutting the door behind you as you placed your things on the table by the front door.

"Welcome home babe," Eddie replied walking towards you. Taking you into his arms he kissed you gently as you felt Venom twirl a strand of your hair around a tendril.

"Glad to be home! I missed my boys."

"We missed you too...hey (y/n)?"

"Hmmm," you hummed opening the fridge for a water bottle.

"Are you up to going out tonight?"

"Sure! Why not! What did you have in mind honey?"

"It's a secret," he grinned grabbing his motorcycle keys and your helmet.

"Awww," you pouted grabbing him from behind. "Will my sweet handsome Venom tell me if meanie Eddie Brock won't?"

"Mmmm," the symbiote murmured in his host's head before showing his face. "Nuh uh not happening."

"Man you guys are no fun! You're cute, but no fun whatsoever!"

"You can complain on the way there," Eddie replied holding out your helmet.

"Fine then, I will," you grabbed the object and strapped it to your head.

The whole ride to your destination you bothered Eddie trying to wring out any details you could but he wouldn't budge. Even promises of unending kisses and snuggles wasn't enough to negotiate even one little hint. Finally you gave up, but began plotting revenge. Moments later Eddie pulled up to the local cemetery and shut off the bike.

"Eddie, what are you doing???"

"I wanted to do something special and creepy for you. I know the caretaker really well and I talked with him the other day to clear an evening where I could bring you here."

"I always knew Venom wanted to eat me and now you can just bury what remains when he's done!!"

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Babe."

"Just kidding! Let's go inside! I'm dying," you looked at the gravestones behind the gate glowing unnaturally in the moonlight, "pardon the pun dead people. Let's just go I'm babbling now."

Eddie chuckled taking your hand and leading you inside. Normally you'd be creeped out by walking in a cemetery late at night but Eddie made you feel safe. It didn't hurt that he had a symbiote that was super protective of you too. Feet away from the entrance was a tree with a bench and orange lights strung around giving a warm inviting glow. A blanket laid on the ground with a picnic basket resting upon it.

"Happy Halloween," Eddie grinned. "Hope this is romantically spooky enough for you."

"Eddie," you breathed, "you're amazing."

"Venom had the idea about having our date in a cemetery."

"Well I'm glad he did cause this is just what I needed. Nothing says Halloween like this. Thank you guys this means a lot. Most guys would think it's weird."

"We're not most guys," Eddie tugged you towards the blanket.

"No you're not and I love you both very much." Sitting on the blanket with Eddie you enjoyed your evening knowing that this was going to be the best Halloween ever!

[strawberriebunn]

Oikawa is a beta, even though some may think he’s a alpha or even omega with how he acts. He has traces of both in his personality, but he’s very much in the middle. He doesn’t get ruts, nor heats, but he’ll help you out, wether it be taking you during your heat, you fucking him on your rut, or just casual love making if your just in between like him.

Iwaizumi is an Alpha, top of the ranks, and the embodiment of being the leader of the pack. He doesn’t really care if you’re an omega, beta, or alpha (but does secretly gravitate to omegas more due to his second gender). He’s possessive in his marking, scenting, all that jazz. Especially if you can give him pups. A bit aggressive on his rut tho, so probably say goodbye to your hips and back 👋 (it’s a damn good fucking though 14/10)

Matsukawa, another alpha. His large stature and his very obvious BDE (along w a large knot that is scary to his mate the first few times), brings him up next to Iwaizumi, tho still a lower status than him. Also another to not care what second gender his mate is, but also another one that will break your back and hips with how hard he’s gripping and ramming you into the mattress. Will always prep you tho, even when he’s just ready to just go(9/10 for effort my dude).

Hanamaki is a beta. Sure he may act cocky, and hang around all his alpha friends, but he’s a huge sub. That’s why he prefers alphas and betas, but will still take omegas. He’s more personality than second gender. (Still a fucking brat). Will take dildos up his ass and moan like a bitch. Play with his dick and he’s cumming on your hand in seconds. He’s sensitive to your touches and will beg for you too.

Kyotani is a omega. It might come to a surprise but here’s the point (my opinion •3•). He’s feisty, someone who doesn’t want to submit to others of higher rank (except for those where they gain his respect, ie. Iwaizumi), and will fight for better treatment than being treated like only a bitch to breed. Once his heat comes around tho, whiny, submissive, and a big crybaby (also a fucking brat).

Yahaba, beta. Sure he acts like he might be a alpha, but he knows damn well that he’ll cower once a real threat is in front of him. He’ll probably prefer either another beta or omega, just so his ego and pride won’t get hurt, but deep inside he would want a alpha to put him in his place, to be their bitch. (Also another fucking brat)

(@blurring-stars ahaha I’m back whoops-)

I- I have ascended 🥴

tw: breeding

Beta!Tooru who is running himself ragged trying to keep you satiated during your heat. He’s been pumping himself into you for hours on end at this point, trying to give you what you’ve been asking for. “Want your pups ‘ru, gimme pups.” Which is what was fueling him to go that much harder. He knows he can’t give you the knot you really want but that doesn’t stop him from lifting your bottom half up in the air ,out of the press he had you in, to just sit balancing in the air so that the cum he just pumped deep inside you hopefully sticks this time. (Since imma complete sub I had to make it somewhat self-indulgent for my fave.)

Alpha!Iwaizumi who is taking you brutally from behind with only one thing on his mind; to breed you. He’s normally not like this when it comes to your sex life, only this way once he’s in a rut. You knew it was coming when you realized he’d been a lot clingier this upcoming week, scenting and biting on your mate mark constantly. It’s not like you have any complaints when you’re just taking the brutal slams of his hips to your thighs, drooling all the awhile. You let out a loud drawn out moan once he finally pops his knot into you, babbling and grasping the sheets in front of you to try and ground you. Once you’ve come back to, you feel him nuzzling you’re neck muttering “ ‘m gonna fill you up, with m’ pups. “

Alpha!Issei whos plowing into you as far as he can possibly go, with you babbling incoherently beneath him in the press youre in. “ ‘m gonna give you my knot , ‘mega. You gonna take it?” he asks in a slow drawl. You barely have enough brain capacity to nod and utter a small “ ‘ssei “. Which is enough to tip him over the edge and shove all the way to his hilt. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens in a silent squeal , you can feel him in your cervix it seems. “Hurts ‘ssei , hurts.” you mumble out with tears flowing down your cheeks. “ I know, I know. Just hold out for me, gonna give you my pups, gonna make sure it sticks.”

Beta!Makki who is whimpering above you while he’s balls deep inside you. He’s only just sunk in and he already feels like he’s gonna explode inside you. “Hiro,” you start, “hiro look at me.” It takes him a sec but his eyes meet yours when you place your hand on his cheek gently. “ Want you to cum in me, want your cum. Can you do that for me ?” , you sweetly ask him and he gives you a nod before he gets to work. For as much of a brat he may be , he’d do anything for you should you ask. (If you couldn’t tell I am a complete bottom so my switch stuff might be horrible 😣)

Omega!Kentaro who begrudgingly agreed when you offered to help him during his heat “ I guess since we’re mates now.” he had told you. Which caused you complete and utter whiplash at this point since he’s below you whining and keening for you to sink down on him already. You had been teasing him and taking your time since he wanted to be bratty earlier, so you decided to take your time just to make him suffer. “Please. “ Please what Omega?” you quipped back at him. “Please- Alpha.” he whimpered out to you, catching you off guard but causing you to smirk, you wouldn’t let him know that of course. But it scratched that itch in your brain, very well. “Good Omega, that’s just what I wanted.” you purr out before sinking down onto him finally, resulting in a high pitched mix between a moan and keen to come out from below you.

Beta!Yahaba who was not expecting this to be how your rut went. I mean he’s not surprised since you are and alpha but he wasn’t expected him to be whining and sniffling for you to let him cum at least once since you began your romp. He figures he earned this treatment considering he was being an absolute brat when you first came to him. “I know you’re an alpha , but you want me to fuck you silly on your rut hmmm?” he had quipped when you told him it was coming soon. Little did he know he’d be the one getting fucked silly. Too bad he can’t cum until you say so though.

[rollercoasterwords]

this new chapter DESTROYED ME I literally yelled and sobbed like let’s unpack it:

“did anyone fight for me” OUCH OUCH OUCH

THE SCENE IN REG’S ROOM “I never wanted to be trapped in this house” i fucking can’t

the professor thing made me laugh a lot but then BOOM the rings and the promises like remus babbling like a teenager in love???? sirius recalling the first time they saw each other at the Hogwarts Express???? THE RINGS THEY ARE LITERALLY ENGAGED BRO I-

i love reading about middle aged gays trying to survive a war and doing domestic things in their creepy house <3

hahaha i love this thank you for unpacking <3 ch 186 was one of my favorites to write, i feel like a lot of it was stuff that i really didn’t have planned but then as i was writing i was just like hmmm wait actually this needs to happen--at least that was the case with the portrait convo + the rings, so i’m glad that people seem to have liked those parts!!

[sporadiclilbook]

Can you do Childe for the new event? What if he gets angry at you for always talking about someone else? Like you don't necessarily like the other person maybe you even complain about them a lot and Childe just casually asks you why do you keep talking about them and you made some backhanded comment that he totally does not hear and throws a fit or something

Sure can anons! Hope you both like this.

Yan!Childe snapping

"-and they had the audacity to ignore me! Can you believe that? Ugh, they're so annoying." You complained to Childe. It was nice having someone to vent out your frustrations to. He seemed amused at your babbles about the person you were referring to. Although to Childe it was getting upsetting for him. He loves hearing you talk but the repeating mentions of this person made him a bit.....jealous. "If they do annoy you so much why talk about them? It would be better to fight them, no?"

"Oooh yeah hmmm. I have an intense bloodlust. Totally has one to fight just because I want to."

You expected him to laugh but you were met with silence. Weird. Usually he'll be teasing you after you make jokes like that. You then felt him hugging you from the side. It was tight enough to make you unable to stand up from the couch. "Hey Childe, what are you doin--" He shushed you. "Just stop. Stop talking about them. If you really hate them you wouldn't be talking so much about them, would you?"

You're.....confused. What's with his sudden change of personality? Was he angry at you for making that joke? But usually he liked it. "If you hated them so much (Y/N), you only needed to ask me to kill them. I'll make them suffer slowly too if you wish. Just like the others did."

"Childe what are you talk--" And you were shushed again. He laughed a little at your angry expression "Snowflake I usually loooooveeeeees it when you speak but please keep quiet for now hm?"

"I have done so much for you, you know? The blood I stained on my blade and arrows is all for you. ONLY you. No one else. Perhaps not even Her Majesty herself. So would you please not talk about someone else? You're making me awfully jealous."

You jumped a little when he suddenly raised his voice. He let go of you but pushed you down on the couch. His eyes were still hollow but his smile was crazed. "Oh how you don't notice ALL the things I do behind you. All just to keep you safe. Can't let my little weakling get hurt now, can I?" You struggled to get out of his grip even more. Each attempt just made him laugh.

"Childe let go of me. This isn't funny!" Your words, unsurprisingly, had no effects on him he was just there with a maniac smile. "To me it is though. Seeing you struggle like this. You know if you hadn't kept on talking about them, you wouldn't find yourself in this situation."

"Maybe I should keep you locked up so the only person you meet is me. Only then you will only talk about me, isn't it?"

[ji-yaaan]

𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮~

With: Leona, Sebek, Jade, Floyd, Vil, Kalim

Warning: So I know that what I made is really annoying for others... so I'd like to warn you that at the beginning, you will see me ramble about the character's hands. If you want to skip to the hc, go to where the 🤝 emoji is. ^~^

Note:Also, I’d like to address that I do not know how to make Headcanons for the life of me.... So this is just me making a shameless hc, with my shameless hand addiction, fueling my shamelessness, as I shamefully self insert myself in these things I wrote... Forgive me for my shamelessness.... Also, pardon me for my annoying commentary and emojis. I simply do not know how to control my excitement and my feelings so😔👊

AND YES! I THINK THIS IS A CRACK HC LOL!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

-I'd like to break the silence by saying... LEONA'S HANDS ARE BIG AND MUSCULAR! Leona works out in magift so it's a given that he'd have scrumptious big hands😳😳😳

-Leona's hands are chonky😳 he has long fingers that will surely make yours look very small! Also look at Leona's nails! Its ok looking for me, but it's pretty neat so👌👌👌👌

-Leona's got this rough and rugged look, so I think his hands will probably be kinda rough, BUT NOT THE CRUSTY ROUGH! it's more of the manly rough. A firm hold with his loaded wrist😏

Ok curious what will happen if you hold hands? I gotchu fam:🤝

-Imagine if the both of you were napping and you suddenly intertwined you fingers with his. Leona is a sleepy boi, BUT MAN! HE IS AWARE! Lion boi felt ur hands creeping unto his, but he'll pretend he didn't know that😏

-Leona LOVES holding hands! Only at private tho. This cat boy will never admit to that, but keep holding his hands and look at his reaction. He. Won't. Shrug. You. Off.😏😏👊

-Also when you play and fidget with leona's hands when you're doing premarital hand holding which is illegal btw he loves it when he looks at you spaced out fumbling your fingers with his.

-Leona has big hands, so he'll definitely make yours look wayyyyy smaller. AND LION BOI FINDS THIS ADORABLE! DO NOT FORGET THY HOLY WORDS!

-Lion boi is secretly the type to hold your hands when you're sleeping. He plays with your fingers, admiring how cute and small it is.

-Oh wait...Oops...he got caught... LEONA IS CAUGHT RED HANDED?😳 You wake up finding leona playing with your hands? It's either he turns on his back from embarrasment and tells you to sleep, or he squeezes your hands tighter and burries your face in the crook of his neck from embarrassment. He'll play it off as annoyed, but cat got his toungue huh?. Oh wait.... He IS the big cat😏😏😏

Ok enough babbling with leona...

SEBEK ZIGVOLT:

AHAHAHAHAHA YES MY FAVORITE HANDS! Cough, I'm sorry about that

-Sebek has proportional hands. His is more on the medium-big side. But it is perfectly proportional! At least in my eyes...😳

-The back of his hands are smooth and spotless! Very scumptious to look at! Pls look at sebek's hands too!😳😳😳

-Bebek has PRETTY NAILS UGHHH! He most likely trims and takes care of it every week! Not the best nails, BUT VERY NEAT!😳

-Bebek is a highkey fanboy of malleus, so he trains everyday to protecc his God and saviour Malmal. Naturally, he'll have calloused and rough hands... BUT DO NOT FRET MY CHILDREN! It is not that noticable which shookt me. His hands are a bit roughed up, welp can't help it, he's a man with mang jobs after all. (Yes, I call him bebek because sebek is babey🥺)

Curious what will happend if you hold hands with Bebek? I gotchu fam:🤝

-Sebek is a child so he won't really initiate first on holding hands. BUT WHEN YOU DO! OH BOI!😏 

-Sebek has this transparent look to his skin... Almost ghostly per say. BUT WHEN YOU HOLD HIS HANDS... Sebek is not used to this interaction so expect a tomato in front of you... Sebek's face is flushed red reaching down to his neck, and the fun part is, even his hands are blushy blushy😏😏😏😏

-After the first time the both of you held hands. Sebek will crave for it A LOT! Expect him to randomly start akwardly making way to you hands and play with it while the both of you are just chilling. Akward..... Sebek.exe will stop working when you look at him confuse, in which he'll get flustered, and ask if he can hold your hands. ADORKABLE!

-It would take him some time trying to calm himself down, all flushed and red embarrased from asking to hold hands.

-At first, Sebek will firmly hold your hands, stiff and afraid he might break your fingers or something.... Pls tell him to relax and just chill🥺🥺🥺

-When the both of you gets used to hand holding, Bebek is the type to kiss your hands as a gesture of Love....hgnnn hot!😳😳😳

I'm sorry, I'm letting my personal hand bias get the best of me..😳👉👈

JADE LEECH:

-HGNNN JADE HAS SQUISHY HANDS!😳😳

-Jade has big hands folks.... Big hands..... Perfect for unscrewing the cap of the holy water bottle.🤠

-mushroom boi has squishable hands in my eyes and you can never change my mind.

-his skin is probably smooth and sleek too, his palms must be soft but firm😳😳

-Jade has this grip that makes you feel safe for some reason. Maybe because it's big? or maybe because it's soft?

Wanna know what it's like to hold hands with mushroom boi? I gotchu:🤝

-Jade...oh Jade.... He is the first one to hold your hands in a surprise. Like... imagine after school ends, you ran up to him and he swiftly intertwines his firngers with yours..😳😳

-You are flushed from this sudden hand holding. Red cheeks, red neck. JADE FINDS THIS VERY SCRUMPTIOUS! Mushroom boi will try to push you on edge. Holding both of your hands tighter, and fumbling his fingers with yours. You're just standing there starstruck and embarrased by the sudden hold. Jade is enjoying this too much...😏😏😏

-Of course, to add more to the fun, JADE IS THE TYPE TO KISS THE BACK OF YOUR HANDS TO TEASE YOU!😳

-if you try to pull away from embarrassment...oh no.... You're just begging for Jade to tease you more huh? He'll hold you tighter and maybe even hug you.

-What if you try to hold his hands first? Oh my... Prepare yourself....if you try to hold his hands, he'll just smile like normal, but as time passes by and both of you are pretty relaxed now...that won't do.... He'd pull your hand he's holding and rest his cheeks at the back of your hand, he'd stare straight at you and tell you how much he loves you....😳😳😳

-goodluck on dealing with embarassment Jade stans (oho i know you love it)

FLOYD LEECH:

-ANOTHER EEL BOI COMING RIGHT UP!

-Floyd is whooping 191cm, it's common sense he has very big hands. Perfect for flipping the pages of the holy bible.😏😏😏

-This man child has some big rough hands! Expect your hands to look very small beside his!

- Also I want to tell you about Floyd's knuckles......I think I found my new religion now... Check out Floyd's knuckles!!😳😳😳👌

- Floyds's wrist is big too....mhmmm scrumptious eel martini😳👌

Do you want to know what it feels like to do premarital hand holding with this hot eel? ME TOO! Illegal hand holding time!🤝

-"Your hands are tiny koebi chan~" Floyd is the first one to randomly hold ur hands.😳

-If Floyd gets bored, he'd try to find interesting things to do to kill of the boredom. HMMM?! Do you see that? Koebi chan's hands! Eel boi will casually start playing with your fingers, squishing your palms as you sit there confused and embarrassed.

-He'll eventually intertwine his fingers with yours, as he points to it with his other hands and say "How cute~ koebi chan's hands are tiny!" Grinning widely with his teeth showing. Practically speaking, you are just putty in this eel boi's hands now. You are a blushing mess.😏😏 FLOYD HOW CAN ONE BE CUTE AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME?

-Eventually, floyd will start to crave having your fingers to hold on to! When you're randomly walking down the halls, don't be surprised if a random eel surprises you by linking your fingers together.🥺🥺

-Whenever eel boi sees you, he'd grab your hands automatically. He loves holding your teeny tiny hands with his big ones.😳

-When you avert your attention to something else, he made this habit of squeezing your hands a bit and looking at you with a pouty face. UGHHH MY HEART HURTS THINKING ABOUT IT-

-Whenever he gets jealous, he grabs unto your hands quite tightly, even if the both of you are out in public. Let's say a random dude keeps on talking to you. He'll grab your hands that’s still intertwined with his, and he'll bring it very very VERY CLOSE to his face.😳😳😳 Then he'd look at you straight in the eye as he bites unto your palms. He'd whisper "You're mine right? Koebi-chan~"😳😳😳

I'm getting too much into floyd, this is starting to become a fanfic🤦

VIL SCHOENHEIT:

-MY CRUSTY VILL~🥺🥺🥺

-Ok vil's hands aren't crusty ok? He may be crusty, but not his hands!!!

-My man vil drowns in hand creams, so expect his hands to feel like clouds. It's soft, smooth and most importantly SQUISHYYY!😳😳😳

-Looking at vil's hands is not that exciting ngl... BUT HIS LAB COAT ONE IS👌 very beautiful👌very scrumptious👌

-Vil has proportional and perfect hands. Fingers are in the medium side, so as his hand size. Very perfect indeed.

-His hands might look frail and feminine at first, BUT MAN! You are so wrong! From a gentle hold, it can escalate to a very strong hot grip in seconds.😳

-The back of his hands looks smooth tbvh. And his nails are ok. BUT HE PROBABLY PUTS A LOT OF EFFORT IN MAKING HIS HANDS PERFECT! SO KUDOS TO MY CRUSTY VIL!🥺

Let's hold Vil's hands illegally ok? Don't tell the cops shhhhh! Hand holding time:🤝

-It would start off as a normal vibing session. The both of you are probably having tea, studying, or mainly just chilling in the lounge.

-But suddenly... Vil takes notice of your hands...Hold your wigs kids.... he'd ask you if you've been taking care of your hands, in which you answer "no" shamefully.

-But Vil will then smile at you and tell you you should take care of your hands and use hand creams to prevent them from going rough! He'll lecture you about how you should take care of yourself so the both of you can be perfect and beautiful together.

-Suddenly vil whips out a handcream from his bag, and he'll ask you for your hands.

-As embarrasing as it sounds. The most beautiful man in twisted wonderland is putting handcream on you.😳😳😳

-Vil would definitely massage your small fingers and compliment how pretty your hands are. He'd tell you how cute your nail are and how soft your palms are. Thats it. You're a blushing mess right now!!😳😳

-You'd try to look away from embarrasment, but when vil sees this... Oh boy... He'd pout, and as he's massaging your hands. He'd intertwine your fingers with his, to make you look at his direction again.

-Vil would definitely kiss your fingers and say "You're beautiful, my love."

VIL I LOVE YOU! ok thats all for that, I'm dying rn.

KALIM AL-ASIM:

-Kalim you adorkable sunshine boi😳😳😳

- Kalim has smol hands, BUT NOT TOO SMALL! I'd say, it's probably perfect for you to hold hands with.😏😏😏

-His nails are also small, I think? But it's cute, and turns out i'm a sucker for cuties.🥺

-His lab card is scrumptious.... Both the hands and the food he is cooking...😳😳😳 I hope i'm not the only one who thinks that.....

-ALSO HE HAS A LOT OF ACCESSORIES IN HIS HANDS WHICH I'M WEAK FOR! omg his bracelets and bangles are making me feel hot and bothered.😳😳😳

-Anyways, kalim is sunshine so expect his hands to be warm and full of infectious positivity.🥺

Wanna have a chance to hold kalim's hands? Ur in for a ride fam!🤝

-At first, you's simply be invited for a flying carpet ride by ya sunshine boi, kalim. Pretty simple huh? Nahhhhh! 

-Of course, in order to get to the carpet where kalim is, sunshine boi needs to lift you up in the air.

-Kalim will offer his hands whilst riding on the carpet. Hggnnn such a cliche scene from a movie🥺👌

-But the thing is...... Even if you're already in the magic carpet, sunshine boi will forget he was holding your hands...😏

-He'll keep on telling fun stories and talking to you while both of you are high up in the clouds. Oops.... You noticed you're holding kalim's hands... You went red and flushed from embarrasment. Your hands begin to get sweaty as you stare at the both of yours and kalim's hands together...

-Expect your sunshine boi to take notice of this and ask you what's wrong... You'd point at his hands embarrasingly as you look away in the other direction.

-To your surprise, when you look at kalim again. Kalim is beet red too! A BEET RED KALIM IS RARE! DO NOT FORGET THIS MOMENT GAMERS!🥺🥺🥺

-He'd ask you if it's ok to hold onto your hands maybe just a little bit more???? It's not a sin to ask for more right?😏

-Kalim lets go of your hands for a moment. BUT DONT WORRY! he'll just try to properly hold your hands this time! He'll intertwine his fingers with yours, and maybe lightly squeeze it too.😳

-After this brief akward moment, Kalim goes back to his sunshine tendencies. Smiling brightly like the sun he is🥺🥺🥺

-When your night ride is over PLS DONT LET GO OF KALIM'S HANDS YET! he'll be a bit sad if you do😔👊

-But when the both of you lands on the ground...Kalim would grab the both your hands, and put them both on his cheek.He'd intertwine his fingers with yours from the back of your hands and the both of you probably just wants to melt then and there.

-He'll tell you "please dont go yet!" KALIM UR SO ADORABLE! PLS HUG KALIM!🥺👊

The End ^~^

I just babbled about my hand worshipping tendencies all throughout this headcanon... I'm sorry about that pls. stone me gently for I have sinned....

Tags: @muraenxdae You're the one who suggested this, take responsibility.... @cursedtwst let's lick their hands together ok? @edgymcmytrash u said u wanna be tagged? SUFFER! @nightingale-oath let's be shameless together ok?😳👉👈

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

Tickletober Day Nine

Ganged up on

(Warning: intense tickles)

Roman had forgotten. It made sense for him to have forgotten, that had been the whole point. Give lee mood sensors to the other sides and then forget, and get surprised with tickles when he wanted them most. But he hadn’t thought he really would forget.

And so he was surprised, coming down to the kitchen with his mood, he thought, well hidden, only to see Patton smirking at him with an almost evil grin.

“W-what?”

And then Janus came into the kitchen, sliding right up behind him and wrapping his arms around Roman’s waist. Roman couldn’t help but gasp, though he tried not to do anything more than that.

“Good morning, Princey~” Virgil practically purred, leaning against the wall with a smirk.

“What’s— what’s going on here?” Roman asked, his lee mood flaring up massively, all his work to push it down wasted.

And then Logan walked in too, holding a glowing sensor, and Roman abruptly remembered. And then realized very quickly that he was about to get exactly what he wanted. He nearly burst into nervous giggles just from that.

The anticipation was awful, all those eyes staring at him hungrily, but not moving, and Roman felt ready to burst out of his own skin. He couldn’t stay still. It wasn’t possible. But even he didn’t expect his first impulse to be shoving Janus’s hands away and bolting.

Almost immediately he had four people chasing after him. His legs felt like jelly already, and he ran for all he was worth, but a hand snagged his wrist, and then another hand grabbed his arm, and then an arm snaked across his waist, and almost before he knew it he was wrestled to the ground.

Virgil was sitting over his waist, and Patton was sitting on his calves, Janus was down by his feet, and Logan was holding his arms up above his head. Roman was already giggling, and all they’d done was pin him.

“Though I doubt you’ll object,” Logan said smugly. “For fairness’s sake we’ll give you once chance to say that the sensors were mistaken.”

But Roman could barely comprehend anything with Virgil rolling his shirt up, and Patton’s hands over his knees, and his socks being removed. Not to mention Logan sitting on his arms and hovering fingers over his armpits.

He managed to shake his head breathlessly.

And then Virgil’s fingers skillfully scribbled over his bare stomach, sending him into laughter. Patton squeezed his kneecaps, making him squeak loudly. Janus was definitely using more than two hands, and several tools, all at once, which made it impossible to tell what was happening to his feet except that it tickled so bad he was screeching. And then Logan, evil Logan, poked his fingers into Roman’s armpits, scribbling in exactly the way that made him go absolutely crazy.

He laughed and shrieked, bucking and thrashing, unable to move under the three of them, and went insane. He could barely breathe he was laughing so hard, and tears slipped from his eyes. It was amazing. Everything he’d ever wanted, even though he could barely stand it.

He didn’t even know how long it went on, just that they seemed to slow down right exactly when he wanted them to. Had he been capable of thinking any clearer, he would’ve remembered that they could very easily see how much tickling he wanted.

He felt like he was only a puddle of lee on the floor, all his muscles weak and limp. They let him rest a little, rubbing gently which made him feel like he was floating.

“That was wonderful teamwork,” Logan said. “But no one of us could really claim to have made you laugh. Patton, you can have the first turn. And the rest of us will endeavor to not tickle him as much as possible.”

Despite Logan’s words, many fingers were still ghosting over Roman’s sensitive skin, keeping him trapped in giggles.

“Hmmm...” Patton said thoughtfully. “What if I tickle you right where you get me~?”

“Nohohoho!” Roman begged, not meaning a word of it. “Nohohot thehehehere, plehehease!”

“Not where?” Patton teased, squeezing around Roman’s thighs and making him laugh and try to squirm. And then he hit the spot that make Roman yell for mercy. “Not here, huh?” He squeezed that one spot mercilessly while Roman laughed and shrieked helplessly, jolts of ticklish sensation running through his body with every squeeze.

And it was worse with Logan’s fingers ever so slowly tracing up and down his armpits, and Virgil drawing circles on his sides, and Janus tweaking his toes.

Finally Patton stopped, peeking around Virgil to grin at him. “Much as I love tickling you so much, I do need to save some for the others.”

Roman was almost worried someone else would start right away, but they gave him another rest, rubbing gently and murmuring teases about how much each of the remaining three would tickle him.

“Ready?” Virgil asked gently.

Roman nodded, bracing for an attack of tickles on his belly, but instead there was a cold feeling of oil on his feet, and he squirmed, babbling pleas for gentleness and mercy. With Patton sitting on his calves, he couldn’t even pull his legs back, and when he felt string he hadn’t even noticed before pull tight, passed to Patton to hold his toes taught, his babbling pleas doubled.

“Is the poor, poor lee scared~?” Janus purred. “He ought to be~ I’m wonderful at my job~”

And Roman knew it was going to tickle. It was going to be so bad. He’d made the sensors so they not only showed his lee mood, but also showed how close he was to safewording. Janus would surely watch and keep him right below the point he truly couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t believe how very well his plan had worked.

And then he heard a buzzing, and adrenaline rushed through his body, giving him just enough strength to buck once, lifting Virgil a few inches in the air, before the electric toothbrushes touched down on his slick toes and he was thrown back into helpless laughter. Janus’s many hands let him torment Roman’s toes and also scrub hairbrushes on his soles, and he took full advantage of this, relishing in the shrieks and screams and crazed laughter.

Roman was sure he would pass out before Janus was done, but sure enough, whenever he was too close, there’d be just enough of a slowing down for him to continue.

But Janus stopped, more abruptly than Roman would’ve expected. “As much as I’d love to continue, you still have two more Lers who very much want to get a good shriek out of you.”

This time the soft rubbing break almost made him fall asleep. Even he didn’t know how he was still so lee as to want more tickles, but somehow he was. And so he didn’t fall asleep, waiting to see who would tickle him next.

A twitch of the fingers still tracing his armpits made him look up at Logan, his eyes wide.

“I know a lot about how to tickle these hollows,” Logan said. “About how you squirm like a madman if I were to scribble quickly, about the deep, crazed laughs if I dig my fingers in, about the shrieks if I were to use a toothbrush like Janus did~”

The anticipation was building and building, and Roman just knew he’d be getting more and more sensitive to whatever Logan did.

“And I also know what drives you the craziest~” Logan threatened, and suddenly there were claws on the ends of his fingers.

Roman’s mouth dropped open, begging never even escaping before Logan scribbled, very fast and very light, the claws absolutely driving Roman crazy.

It was so overwhelming, especially after so many other tickles, and he couldn’t even fight back against it, squirming doing nothing worthwhile. He still tried, thrashing back and forth and squealing and laughing his head off.

It didn’t last nearly as long, the tiny scrap of his mind that could still claim to be rational said. But it felt like fifteen years, trapped and tickled in the worst best evilest way.

Roman really did almost fall asleep during the break this time. He felt so worn out, and also like he was floating on clouds.

He almost didn’t notice when Virgil started, it was so light and gentle, soft rubbing and gentle little scribbles. And instead of teasing, Virgil was murmuring soft praises, about how well he did, and how good he was, and how much they all loved to tickle him, and how sweet his sleepy giggles were. Somewhere, between the soft rubbing from them all, and the gentlest tickles from Virgil, he slipped into blissed out sleep.

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are you still replying to asks about the beifong family? because you're the only one who makes fluff instead of angst, hehe. so i was thinking, what do you think was smol toph's first word? daddy or mommy? and how did her parents react?

you know i'm convinced her mom was supposed to be sterile and toph is some sort of miraculous baby. wonder why the richest man alive married someone who couldn't give him children. maybe he loved her? what do you think? do you think toph would have been happier with siblings?

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask! And yes, I’m always happy to answer Beifong family asks, whether they be angsty or fluffy, just depends on the questions I receive :) So feel free to ask as many asks as you like, and I’m happy to chat!

So Toph’s first word… hmmm…

Wouldn’t it be funny if it was something like dirt? Haha!

Honestly though, I feel like “Dada” or “Baba” was her first word, only because it seems pretty easy to say and to transition from babbling to saying “Dada.” But I bet that Lao and Poppy weren’t really sure if she was actually calling for Lao, or if she was just babbling haha! I feel like Lao and Poppy weren’t very competitive when it came to Toph’s firsts, they were just happy to hear her talking!

I think when she actually said a word other than Mama or Baba, they got super excited. They kind of expected mom or dad to be her first word, but to hear her say “cat” or “duck” or “blankie” or whatever would be a bigger accomplishment in their eyes. Lao and Poppy think it’s adorable when she says the word over and over and over again for everything. It’s just cute and kind of silly and it makes them so happy to hear their baby girl’s voice.

And you make a great point about the Beifong family! I think there are quite a few people that believe that Lao and Poppy had a marriage of love, and that Poppy had trouble conceiving. It would make sense why they don’t have any other children, because even if they do love each other and Toph immensely, it would still be important to their status if they had a son.

Personally, I do like the idea that Lao and Poppy love each other, and that they are the misguided villains in Toph’s story. They’re blinded by fear of their daughter getting hurt that they shelter her for as long as they can. And I think that if Lao and Poppy’s attentions were spread across one or two other kids, it may have made things better for Toph. But, I can also see a world where it makes things worse.

I feel like having the Beifong’s shelter Toph out of love as opposed to embarrassment provides us with a more interesting story, or perhaps more opportunity to explore Toph’s relationship with her parents. Also, I think that Toph is a smart enough person at the age of 12, that when she’s an adult, if her parents really were embarrassed of her or didn’t approve of her life, she would make the tough but reasonable decision to cut them out of her life (which, canonically, she doesn’t do). That leads me to believe that her childhood wasn’t always terrible, or that she did have a decent relationship with her parents, it’s just that along the way they ended up on different paths.

But, there’s a lot of evidence that shows us otherwise with the Beifong’s. Claiming they don’t have a child, keeping her within the estate grounds her whole life, not attending her disability and providing her with resources to navigate the world on her own, the skewed nature of her education (I.e. not being able to read) are all pretty bad parenting techniques.

Both stories are compelling, and I would argue that everything we see in canon regarding Toph’s relationship with her parents is essential to her character and her development. But as a fan of Toph and wanting the best for her, I like to go a little divergent and give her a happier relationship with her parents down the line (but I won’t deny, the angst potential with Toph’s relationship with her parents is something 0-0).

Okay, I think that answers your questions! Sorry if I got a little off topic at the end, but the Beifong family are just a fun family to explore, both fluffy and angsty headcanons! Thanks again for the ask, Anon, and feel free to stop by with more asks if you like. Hope you have a great day!

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Send me asks about ATLA, or anything, really! :D

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Growing Together - Chapter Twenty-Eight - The Proof Is In the Brownie

Author's note:

Hello beautiful people! It's been such a long time since I have posted, and I'm truly sorry for the no-show, but things ahve been hectic at work and I really couldn't get myself in the right headspace to write, but now we're hopefully rolling! I struggled a lot deciding whether I should write this chapter or not. It doesn't feel like my usual narrative, some of you will find it unusual, and still I had to get it out of my head. If you can, leave me a comment or an ask with your opinion!

So, without further ado, let's get to it!

“Oh God.” I croaked, looking around. “I think we took this thing way too far.”

Victor lifted his head from my shoulder, disheveled hair still covered with flour.

“You think?” He frowned. “We destroyed the kitchen.”

Feeding Instructions

“Andy, will you come here for a second?” I heard Victor call from the hallway.

“Yeah.” I stopped beside the aquarium, running my fingers through my wet hair.

“This is how much you give him.” He showed me a small plastic spoon with lobster pellet food. “Twice a day. Once in the morning, once in the evening. No more than that.”

Here we go.

“Are you also instructing me on how many times I should feed our son, or is it just the lobster?”

“You forget you fed him, and then you feed him more than necessary.” He dropped the food into the aquarium. “He’s getting fatter, his exoskeleton doesn’t even get a chance to harden.” He paused, staring at the aquarium. “Maybe I should make you a sheet to keep track of his feeding.”

“For the last time, Victor, I am not overfeeding the lobster! I am perfectly able to remember if I have fed him or not, I’m not senile.” I walked back to our room, starting to feel annoyed.

“This from the person who forgot her phone inside the refrigerator.” I heard him follow me.

“That is different, I was getting a yogurt for Owen and I was holding the phone...”

“I would buy you some memory supplements, but you’ll probably forget to take them.” He mocked me.

“You know, if you are so worried about the lobster, don’t go.” I turned to him. “Stay and feed him yourself.”

“You know I can’t do that. I need to make sure everything is running smoothly before the inauguration.” He held me by the waist.

“Right.” I leaned my head against his chest with a heavy sigh. ”And I need to stay behind to look after LCG and help Goldman if he needs me.”

“It’s only for two weeks.” He pressed his chin on top of my head. “Then you’ll meet me in Paris, and we can make up for the lost time.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, like somehow my embrace could force him to stay. Although traveling was a big part of Victor’s job, since we got Owen he used to avoid it as much as he could, and I got used to having him with us all the time. I knew LFG France was a big project that demanded a lot of his attention, especially during the first months, and he had no choice but to go, yet I still resented the fact that I would have to endure two weeks without his warmth, sleeping alone in a cold bed.

“In the meantime, will you please try not to kill our pet?” He broke our embrace, pecking me in the forehead. “Twice a day. No more, no less.”

“Oh, for the love of-”

“Nevermind, I’ll just ask Owen.”

And with that, my husband left me alone in our bedroom, probably to avoid the insults I was about to throw at him.

A Brownie a Day Keeps the Sadness Away

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” Owen poked his eggs. “But I have to go to school today, I won’t have any time to be with you before we leave.”

“We have tonight.” Victor smiled at his son.

“It’s no use, it’s not enough time.” The boy pouted. “And I’ll be too sad to enjoy it anyway.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at my five-year-old drama. Victor gave me a knowing look.

“Well, that being the case, I may as well return the tickets I bought to the Insectopia exhibition.” Victor spoke casually, his eyes on his phone.

Owen dropped his fork and looked at his father, his sweet brown eyes sparkling.

“We are going to see Insectopia today?”

Victor got up from the table calmly, retrieving an orange cardboard box from the fridge.

“We were, but since you are so depressed, you may not want to do it. I even bought your favorite brownies from Hungry Hippo, but I understand if you lost your appetite.”

“I can have brownies for breakfast?!?” Owen’s eyes opened so wide I thought they were going to pop out.

“Finish your eggs first.” Victor took three more plates from the cupboard, serving us all brownies. Owen took his fork again, eating his eggs in a rush.

“Done!” He announced after what felt like 10 seconds. “I want a brownie please!”

“God, Owen, did you even chew your food?!?” I looked at my son’s plate, surprised to see it empty. But I don’t think he even heard me, already busy cutting his brownie.

“Hmmm, these are sooo goood!” Owen closed his eyes as he took a bite of his brownie. “The best brownies ever, better than all other brownies! Not even Dad can make brownies this good!”

My husband’s face fell.

“My brownies are not this good?”

“No, these are so much better!” Owen replied with his mouth full of chocolate.

Victor gave me an inquisitive look. I sipped my coffee, pretending not to notice.

“Hmm.” He frowned, cutting a piece of his brownie with the fork and bringing it to his mouth. After a moment, his frown deepened. “They are. But how?”

Playing My Brownies Right

As usual, we drove Owen to school and headed to LFG Tower to work. On a regular day, Victor and I would spend our commute time talking about our daily affairs, clients we would meet, who would cook dinner or pick Owen up. But since it was his last day at home before he flew to Paris, all of that seemed irrelevant. The whole day just felt a bit sad for me.

“I wish you could take the day off for us to spend some time together. It’s been ages since we had some time for ourselves.”

“Some other time.” He sighed. “I need to get some last-minute affairs in order before I leave.”

“Can’t you take some time and have Goldman do it?” I complained. “You’ve been working non-stop.”

“I should take care of some things myself.”

“Funny, back when I was publishing my study, you were such a firm believer in delegating.” I squinted at him.

“Different situations.”

“Because I’m me and you’re you?”

There was a moment of silence, and I smiled thinking Victor was mulling over my astonishing comeback. Turns out, he wasn’t even listening.

“Do you think those brownies are better than mine?”

“That is your main concern right now!?”

“Well, are they?” He insisted.

“Ok, consider this a lesson of tough love.” I turned to him. “Yes, they are. Happy Hippo’s brownies are vastly superior to yours. And that’s ok. You don’t have to be good at everything. Someone can’t be good at everything.”

“I beg to differ.” He frowned, watching the road. “My whole life, I worked hard to achieve perfection, and I have reached it. I believe that with consistent effort and dedication, one can be good at anything.”

I stifled a laugh.

“Not brownies, though.”

“Don’t think I can’t tell you are mocking me.”

“Oh no, I’m going to lose brownie points.” I poked him.

“Will you back off?” He poked back. “I have plenty to do today, I don’t want to catch moronitis from you.”

“You know, if you were so good at everything, I’m sure you would have no trouble delegating your tasks to Goldman and spending the day with me.” I gave him a daring look. “In fact, I bet you can’t.”

“You bet?” He smiled mischievously at me. There was nothing Victor loved more than a good challenge. Unfortunately for him, I was well aware of that.

“Want to make it official?”

“It depends. What are the terms of this bet?”

“For today, until Owen arrives from school, if I dare you to do something, you’ll need to do it, and you need to do it perfectly. If I win, you’ll have to admit you are not good at everything. Also, you can’t nag me about anything for a whole month. Not about lobster food, not about the mess I make in the bathroom, nothing.”

“Fair enough. So if I win, you’ll have to always agree with what I say and act accordingly for a month. During that time, what I say goes, and you can’t go against it. And you will have to acknowledge my prowess as well.”

“I always have to agree? So I can never tell you that you’re wrong?” I frowned.

“Not for thirty days, you can’t.”

“Not even if you are talking your way into sleeping on the couch?”

“That won’t happen because you’ll always agree with me.” He smiled. “See? It’s a foolproof plan.”

“You have to win first.” I dared.

“I’m confident about my chances.” Keeping a cautious eye on the road, he pressed the screen of his phone. “And to show you I mean it, I will complete the first challenge.”

“You’re taking the day off?” I smiled, surprised to see my teasing work so well.

“I was already planning to, you idiot.” He pretended to be angry, although I could see him suppressing a smile. “I only had a short meeting to attend and then I would whisk you away from the office for some time for two. Sadly, you had to act childishly and ruin the surprise.”

Awww, soft Victor. I leaned against his bicep, my heart filled with love for this man. It almost made me feel bad for planning to make his day a living hell. Almost.

Put Your Mouth Where Your Brownie Is

“A supermarket? That’s your idea of time for two?”

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a quiet day at home, just the two of us.” Victor replied, filling our cart with several items. “And cooking together seems like a nice activity.”

“Well, since you’ll be gone for so long, I thought we could use some more…” I batted my eyelids at him. “... intimate time.”

“Fear not, I will not leave my wife unsatisfied.” He smiled.

That smile was enough to leave me a babbling horny mess. Get it together, Andrea.

It wasn’t until we stopped by the dairy fridge that I paid close attention to the contents of our cart: chocolate, sugar, flour, and a stick of unsalted butter Victor had just put there.

“We’re going to bake brownies.” My good mood was gone at that exact second. We were supposed to be taking time for us, how could he even think about brownies?

“We are going to try and recreate that recipe, perhaps even improve it.”

“Well, don’t use that butter then. Use this one instead.” I retrieved a stick of regular butter from the fridge.

“I will not use cheap butter to bake.” He put the salted butter in its original place. “It alters the consistency and flavor. It belongs on warm bread, not brownies.”

I could say I was disappointed that Victor was more concerned about his pride than the short time we had to be together before his trip. I could even say that it upset me how condescending he would sound sometimes, always telling me how to do things, like I was Owen’s age. All of these were true, but that wasn’t what was bothering me the most. Victor would leave soon, and we wouldn’t see each other for two weeks, and I knew I would be a needy insecure mess during the time he would be away, barely able to sleep on that giant bed by myself, missing his loving whispers in the morning, his huge sweaty body making love to me. To add insult to injury, this distance didn’t seem to affect Victor at all. He was cool as a cucumber, like this long trip away from his family was just another Tuesday.

I felt entitled to some pettiness.

“You know what? Forget about the old bet.” I took the stick of butter and placed it again in our cart. “Let’s make a new one. Same consequences, different challenge.”

“What do you have in mind?” He came closer, looking me in the eye.

“Simple.” I stared back defiantly. “The best brownie wins.”

All is Fair in Love and Brownies

The terms were pretty straightforward: we had fifteen minutes to prepare the batter, after which we would put both trays in the oven, simultaneously, and bake them for the exact same time. If we couldn’t decide on which brownie was the best, Owen would have the final say. The winner would have absolute power over the household for a month, and could not be defied during that time, unless in dire circumstances.

We placed the ingredients on the counter, along with the bowls and pans we would need. Victor started the timer on his phone.

“Ready?” He glanced at me.

“Let’s get this party started.” I smiled.

It was showtime.

Victor and I loved cooking together, but our cooking methods couldn’t be more different. I was more of a messy cooker, leaving eggshells on the counter, and flour everywhere, and most times my clothes would also become victims of my culinary endeavors, while Victor was methodical and clean, neatly arranging his ingredients on the counter, carefully measuring each one of them. Surprisingly, we worked pretty well together: Victor quickly embraced my spontaneous side and I obviously benefited immensely from his methodic one. Side by side, as competitors, not so much. That became clear when I grabbed the flour and placed it absentmindedly on the counter, the bag still open.

“Close the bag after you use it.” Victor paused his mixing to close the flour bag. “Clumsy as you are, you’ll spill flour all over the counter.”

“So what?” I shrugged, busy mixing my batter. “It’s just flour, we’ll clean it afterward.”

“Have you noticed how filthy your side of the counter is? How can you work in such chaos?” He scolded. “Eggshells everywhere, flour and sugar on the floor…” He wiped my forehead. “How did you even get flour on your face?”

And there he was again, talking to me like I was five. Oh boy.

“I’m sorry, is my mess making you uncomfortable?”

“Just stay on your side of the counter, I don’t want to get stains on my shirt.”

That was enough. If Victor was so adamant about treating me like a child, I would act like one.

“Oops!” I tilted the sugar jar over the counter, sugar spilling all over Victor’s side. “You are right, I can be really messy.”

“What’s the matter with you?” He quickly grabbed a cloth. “Are you trying to aggravate me on purpose?”

“Maybe I am.” I shrugged. “I mean, I’m sure a perfect man like you must be prepared to deal with all challenges life throws at him, including a messy wife.”

“A little sugar isn’t going to stop me, if that's what you think.” He gave me a smug look, returning to his work. “I’ll still win.”

“Is that so?” I paused my mixing, wondering what I could do to get him pissed.

“Easy now, don’t go doing things you might regret.” Victor raised an eyebrow at me, like he somehow had read my mind.

“I think my batter is ready. Tell me what you think.” I grabbed the spoon I was using to mix and whipped it towards Victor, a bunch of brownie batter landing on his neck and face. “Yummy, right?”

Victor paused, his eyes closed, taking a deep breath as he wiped the chocolate from his face. For a moment I thought he would just scream at me and storm away. I had something quite different.

“Not quite ready yet.” He took the flour bag and dumped it all over me. “It needs more flour."

“Are you sure?” I gave him a defying look, after wiping some of the flour off me. “Have another taste.”

And I did the unthinkable. I took my mixing bowl and poured it all over his shirt and pants.

“For the record,” Victor said after recovering from the initial shock, “you were the one who started this.”

I really can’t tell who threw what next, but the next thing I know is we were in full battle mode, ingredients flying everywhere. Victor got a clear advantage when he remembered he had some eggs close by. Thankfully, I was quick to react and managed to avoid being bombarded by opening the fridge door and hiding behind it. And that’s when I saw it. The can of whipped cream I had bought to garnish the other brownies, and that Victor had refused to use because food in a can is unacceptable. Well, I would put it to good use now. I emerged from behind my improvised shelter, shaking the can vigorously.

“Now, if you’re smart,” I pointed the nozzle at him, “you’ll admit defeat and walk away.”

“If you were smart”, he walked confidently towards me, “you’d know it takes a lot more than whipped cream for me to fold.” Before I could react, he grabbed both my wrists and made me twirl, holding my arms behind my back, the can forgotten on the floor. “Now admit defeat.” He whispered in my ear, from behind me.

“Oh, bite me.” I scoffed.

He didn’t waste a second. He took my earlobe in his mouth and bit it hard.

“Satisfied?”

I gave him a daring look.

“Harder.”

Bigger Brownies to Bake

My defiance was like a trigger in Victor’s mind. He didn’t give me any time to think or react, turning me effortlessly in his arms, his mouth taking mine in a passionate kiss. And just like that, our food fight turned into a steamy make-out session.

Yes, the kitchen was a mess, and Victor would be leaving soon, but none of the things that bothered us before seemed to matter at that moment, as we focused solely on each other and the way we felt, the world a blurry notion in the back of our minds. We simply gave in to our lust, kissing, touching, teasing, hands ripping clothes apart and throwing them on the ground. Victor was far from cold, despite popular belief, he was a very intense man, and loving him was just as intense. Every time we gave in to our feelings like this, it was like being swallowed by a gigantic yet pleasurable wave, only hoping we would come out whole in the end. We made love right then and there, on our kitchen island, too entranced to think of anything else. It was only when we came down from our high, landing in each other’s arms with a wide grin on our faces, that we minded the real world again.

“Oh God.” I croaked, looking around. “I think we took this thing way too far.”

Victor lifted his head from my shoulder, his hair covered with flour.

“You think?” He frowned. “We destroyed the kitchen.”

Our eyes met for a second before we both burst into laughter. Problems like a dirty kitchen seem so silly when we’re happy.

“Will you tell me why you have been so moody with me lately?” He pulled me closer to his chest.

“I haven’t…” I started defending myself, but gave up when I noticed him glaring at me. “I have been moody, yes, you are right.” I sighed. “I know this is stupid and you’ll probably make fun of me, but the idea of having you away for so long… it’s unsettling.”

“Idiot, it’s only for a few weeks.” He chuckled. “Before you know it, you’ll be taking the jet to meet me.”

“See? And that infuriates me too!” I pushed away from his arms. “Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you laugh! Like this is a joke, like there is no reason for me to be feeling that way, especially when it’s clear you won’t-”

He pressed his lips against mine, and as usual, my thoughts evaded me completely. His kiss was sweet and soothing, taking away all my anxiety. He took my face in his hands and broke the kiss to look into my eyes, his voice with a sweeter yet vulnerable tone now.

“You are usually so good at reading me.” He smiled. “How can you think I don’t care?”

His eyes were filled with such honesty that I began to question my reasoning as well. That man did nothing but love me, deeply, every day. How could I possibly question that? I watched as he lifted my wrist, holding the red ruby charm between these fingers.

“I carry your heart with me.” He whispered.

“I carry it in my heart.” I returned.

“I may not say much, but my word is biding. You never need to worry about these things, you have the answer to them already. Here.” He pointed at my bracelet. “Here.” He took my left hand, kissing my ring finger. “And hopefully, here.” His hand rested on my chest. “Even when this gets you in trouble.” He tapped my forehead with a smile. “I give all these reminders and still you forget? You are in dire need of those memory supplements.”

“Damn it.” I shook my head. “You won.”

“No, the terms were that the best brownie would win. We didn’t get to bake them.”

“You wanted to prove to me that you are perfect.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “And you did. You are absolutely perfect. At least for me.”

“Well, that being the case…” He came closer, brushing his lips against mine. “I think we have a tie.”

The kitchen was pristine clean when Owen came from school, and our little adventure became our secret, a private joke we shared in our moments of intimacy. Another proof that, even in chaos and uncertainty, we would always find each other.

This project has been going for a year now (it started in February 2020) and it won't be over any time soon, so I would like to ask you, as much as possible, for your support, because we still have a very long way to go. So, if you enjoy the work, don't forget to comment and reblog. It gives it traction and enables other people to learn about it, and for me to get more excited about what I do.

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Part 10- Shape of My Heart*

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Falling in love with someone you can never have is the worst feeling in the world...

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Part 9 Part 11

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I frowned as soon as my alarm went off....

Rudy groaned loudly, rolling over to snuggle into me. I breathed in deeply, stretching my arms and legs. I threw my arms around his neck, kissing the top of his head. He cracked open his eyes, pouting at me. I pouted as well, not wanting to leave him or his comfy bed. I huffed as my alarm went off again, turning to silence it. 

“I don’t want you to go.” he whined, his deep morning voice sending chills down my spine. 

“I wish I didn’t have to, but as soon as I can I’ll be back or you can come see me.” I smiled softly. 

He crawled on top of me, leaning to crush his lips to mine in a bruising, searing kiss. My hands flew to his hair, my fingers weaving into his messy blonde locks. Rudy moved his kisses down my neck, trailing his hand down my naked form. I gasped quietly when his fingers met my heat, and I had to admit I was a sore from last night. 

I moved my hand to feel his hardness, marveled at the silky smooth skin. He entered his fingers into me, using his thumb to spread the wetness around. I squeezed his member, moving my hand slightly. I brought my thumb back up to rub the seed that had slipped out for lubrication so I could move my hand better, a choked moan leaving Rudy’s lips. 

I whined when he began to move his fingers faster, my hand trying to copy his pace. He stopped suddenly, moving to enter me with his hardness. We both groaned at the feeling, his lips coming back to meet mine. He moved slowly at first, sensually moving in and out. I hummed lightly, my hands smoothing down his sides. 

He picked up his pace, slamming into me. I threw my head back as I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his sides. I wrapped my legs around him, causing him to hit that spot he did last night. I cursed loudly, Rudy’s head coming to my neck. He hummed in my ear, whispering filthy things that turned me on even more.

“You like it babygirl? Hmmm, you like feeling me inside of you?” he panted.

“Yes, so good.” I whined, smiling as my eyes closed.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.

“You do too handsome,” I gasped.

He moved up on his hands, changing his angle to pound inside of me. A squeal flew out of my lips, my hands coming to grip his forearms. He threw his head back, letting out a loud moan into the room. I stared in awe as his muscles began to flex harder, the veins popping in his neck. He moved one hand to rub me mercilessly, I bit my lip to keep from screaming. 

“Scream my name baby, I want to hear who’s making you feel this way.” he grunted, burying himself to the hilt as he rammed his hips into mine. 

“Oh my,” I choked.

I let out my scream, his name babbling from my lips. I didn’t think it was ever possible to feel this good, it made me want more. My whole body started to shake, my muscles twitching of their own accord. I gasped his name a few more times before the coil broke, my orgasm hitting me like a ton of bricks. I scratched down his abs, red welts coming to the surface. My back arched up from the bed, Rudy’s head moved to take one of my nipples in his mouth, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. 

Rudy stilled inside of me moments later, spilling his seed into me. He watched himself pull out of me, seeing the mix of his and my cum falling onto my thighs and the sheets. 

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We arrived at the airport, my heart clenching in my chest. I could feel tears surfacing, but I pushed them away. I didn’t want to ugly cry in front of Rudy, it would just make the both of us more upset. Rudy helped me lug my stuff in, waiting in line with me for my boarding pass. We stayed close, my head not leaving his chest as one of his hands stayed on my waist. Neither of us really talked, both of us just smiling sadly if we caught the other’s eye.

Rudy carried my carry on as we met our other friends in front of the security check. Both Maddie’s crushed me into a group hug, their tears falling on my shirt. I pulled away from them, smiling at them.

“You guys are acting like you won’t ever see me again.” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’s gonna be weird not seeing you everyday kiddo.” Chase sighed, pulling me into a side hug.

“I’m sure y’all are glad to get me out of your hair.” I joked.

“Don’t say that!” Maddie C huffed, throwing her arms around me again. 

“I think we’ll have to come see your place when we can.” JD smiled, taking me into a bear hug.

“There’s not much to do where I live, but I’m sure we could stir up some trouble.” I smirked, all of us laughing. 

“Well we better get going, be safe y/n. We’ll make plans for a visit!” Maddie B called, walking away with the rest of our friends. We all exchanged goodbyes, leaving just Rudy and I.

Rudy sat my bag down, taking me in his arms. One look in his eyes and I started to ball like a baby, clutching at his shirt. I loved seeing his handsome face, hearing his laugh, his goofy faces, the adoration in his eyes when he looked at me, our jam sessions, his stunning blue eyes...I...I loved him. It may be too soon to think so, but I don’t care. 

“You’re breaking my heart baby,” Rudy mumbled, kissing the side of my neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m being a baby.” I blubbered, pulling back to look at him.

“First weekend you’re off, I’m coming to see you.” he promised, wiping my tears with his shirt.

“I wish you could come with me now, or that I could stay.” I sniffled.

“I know, but like you said, we still have your spring break. Then it’s summer and you’re all mine.” he grinned, planting a kiss to my lips.

I held his face to mine, savoring the taste of him. I didn’t care that people were watching, or that there might be paparazzi having a hay day taking pictures od us. It felt like it was just him and I, like we were on top of the world. We pulled away, leaning our foreheads together. 

“Better get going, security takes a while and I don’t want you to miss your plane.” he spoke, handing me my carry on. 

“I don’t want to say good bye, it seems too permanent. So, I guess I’ll see you later.” I spoke.

“I’ll see you later sweetheart.” he whispered, kissing my lips one last time.

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My life became so frustrating the moment I stepped off that fucking plane. I was bombarded with work from school, my boss refused to cut my hours, and I barely had anytime to talk to my friends and Rudy. I was on the verge of a breakdown. 

My very first assignment in one of my classes was a fucking five page paper with eight sources that couldn’t come from the millions of articles the Professor had given us to read. I wanted to pull my hair out, it was all becoming too much.

Rudy was such an angel, he didn’t get angry or upset that we couldn’t talk as much. He understood that I was busy as so was he. He sent me little gifts every other day, from flowers to a book he thought I would like. He was the best boyfriend and I was so lucky to have someone like him in my life. He was my rock, my shoulder to lean on.

I was currently huddled in my room, papers strewn everywhere. I was trying to get an assignment done when my boss kept blowing up my phone. He said that they were short staffed and that he needed me to come in. However, he only wanted me to come in so he didn’t have to.

 It was ridiculous honestly, but I continued to ignore the calls and texts. I had too much due within the next few days to stop and go to work. It wasn’t until I saw a text from my coworker who is pretty much my only friend here that I broke down.

I hear our assistant manager talking to the boss about finding a reason to write you up, I guess to scare you into doing whatever they want.

“For fucks sake!” I screeched, throwing my papers down harshly.

I couldn’t stop the tears from gushing down my face, wracking sobs leaving my lips. My phone started to ring, I picked up immediately when I saw Rudy’s came appear. I couldn’t even say hi because of how hard I was crying.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Baby talk to me, what’s happening?!” Rudy exclaimed.

“Sorry I just...I’m so tired Ru. I hate my fucking job, and I have so much work to do. I feel like everything is falling apart and I don’t know what to do.” I sobbed.

“What happened?” he asked again.

“My coworker said that they are trying to find a way to write me up because I wouldn’t come in to cover a shift. I’m up to my neck in class work and I told them that I could not work this much because of my capstone classes.” I sniffled.

“You need to quit, that’s so fucked up y/n.” he spoke.

“I can’t quit Rudy I have bills to pay.” I sighed.

“What bills do you have?” he inquired, I didn’t like where this was going.

“It doesn’t matter, I just need to get another job. I’m sorry for worrying you.” I mumbled.

“Well I called because I wanted to tell you something.” he sighed.

“I hope it’s something good.” I chuckled.

“Um, yes and no? I...I got offered to start on this short film, so I won’t be able to come this weekend.” he said nervously.

“Honey that’s awesome! I have a shit ton to do so we wouldn’t have been able to do much.” I shrugged, forgetting he can’t see me.

“I still would have liked to spend time with you.” he mumbled.

“We’ll work something out, but I do miss your face.” I giggled.

“I miss you so much baby, you have no idea.” he groaned.

“It feels weird not having you sleep next to me.” I pouted.

“You’re a good cuddle buddy when you aren’t taking up the whole bed.” he teased.

“Excuse you, that is definitely YOU that hogs the bed sir.” I griped.

“Ooooh sir, I like it.” he purred.

“You’re gross,” I laughed.

“You love it.” he commented, I could imagine his little smirk on his lips.

“I guess so or I wouldn’t be getting all these messages from your fans about how I ‘stole their husband’.” I quoted.

“They’ll get over it, they aren’t true fans if they can’t see how happy I am.” he said.

“Are you really happy though?” I questioned.

“Of course I am, I landed the woman of my dreams. What more could I ask for?” he scoffed.

“A model, I don’t know.” I mumbled.

“Stop it, you know how I feel about you. That’s not going to change, probably ever.” he claimed.

“Ever? I don’t know if I can put up with you for that long.” I teased, a chuckle coming from Rudy. 

“You’re hot as fuck baby, and all mine. You are stunning just the way you are, now no more talking bad about yourself ok?” he reassured.

“Ok,” I whispered.

“I’ll let you get back to work, call me tomorrow.” he sighed.

“Alright honey, bye.” I said.

“Bye baby.” he murmured, hanging up.