#i'm writing so much evelyn content...!!

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Wife's Best Friend

SYNOPSIS: aeri is married, but she's really starting to wish she was married to her wife's best friend instead

CONTENT WARNING: suggestive themes; mentions of infidelity; aeri centered; not fully proof read

A/N: surprise!! it's been a while I know, so I'm posting this as an apology. I don't condone any of the things suggested here I feel like that's important to say, I just had this silly idea while listening to this brazilian song while I was super tired and decided to write this also while super tired, so this is just a silly thing while I don't finish my wips

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Aeri sighed deeply as you walked past her, shooting her a seductive smile that had her heart racing and cheeks burning. The tray of food almost fell from her hands when you stopped by the backyard door to stretch, making your shirt rile up and expose your back that was glistening with sweat from the hot weather today. Aeri almost felt tempted to go up to you and hold your waist, but you quickly walked outside to talk to her wife Somi.

Watching the two of you enter a joyful conversation, Aeri couldn't help the small guilty feeling in her chest as all she could think about were the beautiful way you laughed throwing your head back instead of anything her wife was doing.

She was supposed to be bringing the food outside as Somi's family, her in-laws, would be arriving any time now for a small weekend gathering in their house. But here she was, admiring her wife's beautiful best friend.

Aeri wasn't quite sure when this interest began. Sure, she had always found extremely gorgeous and irresistible since the moment you met. But Aeri loved Somi, she really did. She married your best friend for a reason. But when your kindness and weekly brownies tray became lingering touchs to her cheek and hands, and your visits almost daily, even when Somi wasn't home. Aeri couldn't help the temptation that it was resisting your charms.

She never reciprocated them. At least not explicitly. But she couldn't help but fantasize about the way your eyes became halfmoons everytime you smiled. Or about how warm your hands felt anytime you touched a part of her skin, in contrast with Somi's usually colder ones. Or even about how everytime you came over for a movie night and insisted on sitting at the other side of Aeri and burying yourself in her arms for 'protection'.

Somi was a great and loving wife. She never imagined marrying anyone but Somi in her entire life. But you made Aeri feel desired, and that made her heart race any time she thought about you.

It felt so tempting, but she knew it wasn't right to desire you.

She couldn't.

She wanted to.

But she couldn't.

So she immediately turned around when the doorbell rang, gripping the tray in her hands tighter at the startle before putting it down in the table and yelling. "I'll go get it!"

"It must be them!" Somi's muffled words made Aeri's steps get quicker, opening her front door with a big smile.

Her father in law immediately pulled her in for a hug, patting her back happily before he let go and made his way inside to probably see his daughter. But Aeri couldn't dwell much on that when your sweet voice filled her ears.

"Mrs. Jeon!" It almost felt automatic as Aeri turned around in time to see you with open arms and a bright smile come hug your best friend's mother warmly. "It's been so long!"

"It sure has, dear!" The woman smiled at you with familiarity, breaking apart from the embrace to squeeze Aeri's hand in greeting before following her husband deeper in the house.

She barely realized the smile growing in her lips as she watched the scene unfold, nor did she mind when you hugged her arm, smiling brightly at her before the two of you turned to greet her sister in law.

"Evelyn! Get in, get in!" Without waiting for a response, you turned to Aeri again. "I'll go help them finish settling the table down." Lingering for a few extra seconds, you squeezed Aeri's hand and kissed her cheek before leaving to where the others were.

With another deep sigh, almost as if enchanted Aeri watched you leave with a small smile. Her mind beginning to wander to the thought of you when someone clearly their throats had her attention.

A bit annoyed, Aeri turned back around, finding Evelyn still outside looking at her with arms crossed and a quirked eyebrow.

"Won't get inside, Evelyn?"

"Does Somi know you're letting anyone treat you like that?" The light venom in the girl's words didn't go unnoticed by Aeri and for a moment, she felt like a sinner. The guilty grew bigger in her chest, making her palms sweaty.

"I don't really know what you're talking about." Grimacing nervously, she stepped aside to let the girl in, closing the door with some force. wincing at the noise it made.

"Yeah, right..." Evelyn narrowed her eyes watching Aeri for a few seconds. "Be sure to set your boundaries next time, or I'm telling unnie you might need to talk."

"It's okay, I'm not uncomfortable or anything." Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say as Evelyn eyebrow rose again, but she didn't say any further words, leaving silently to join you and Somi's family outside in the backyard.

Shaking her head, Aeri focused on bringing the rest of the food to the table, chatting idly with you and her father-in-law while she finished her tasks, trying her best to ignore your blatant flirtatious actions.

She couldn't.

She really wanted to.

But she couldn't.

Everything felt safe during the first half of lunchtime, but when Somi tried to hold Aeri's hand and she simply dropped her wife's hand to pass you the salad bowl and laugh at whatever comments you were making, a whisper in her ear had her heart stopping.

"What was that about, Aeri?"

Shrugging, Aeri didn't have the courage to look Somi in the eyes as she mumbled a reply. "Nothing." That was a lie, but how could Aeri tell the truth when your hand had just rested on her knee, mindlessly drawing calming circles. "Don't worry about it."

Her mother-in-law's questioning gaze didn't go unnoticed by Aeri either, but all she could go was shrug and ignore, pretending nothing was happening. Pretending you didn't make her heart race. Pretending the thought that she perhaps married the wrong friend didn't go through her mind at least once lately.

She couldn't.

She wanted to.

But she had not to want to.

When you got up and volunteered yourself to wash the dishes, Aeri embarrassingly quickly offered to help, leaving Somi and her family to be with you inside. Alone.

The smile you gave Aeri as you got out of earshot was enough to make her legs weak. But your melodic giggles cleared all of her thoughts, heart racing as she followed you inside the kitchen.

"I thought madam Uchinaga didn't like washing other people's dishes." You teased, leaning your head to the side to look at Aeri better, exposing all of your neck for her.

Aeri gulped down hard, blushing hard at the sight and the name you called her. Something about her last name coming out of your mouth sounded so perfect and warm to Aeri, she needed to make you say it more times.

"It's okay if it's with you." Perhaps it had been her words, or the way your eyes widened in an almost victory, but Aeri didn't question herself anymore when she found herself hugging you from behind. To help with the dishes of course.

"What are you doing, Aeri?" Despite your words, you made no moves to break from the position you found yourselves in.

"No madam Uchinaga anymore?" In a whisper, Aeri's eyes moved down the length of your neck, inhaling sharply and biting her lips. "Gave up on trying, sweetie?"

The hum you let out in response had Aeri gripping the edge of the sink to contain herself from doing anything to you.

Somi was right outside with her family. Aeri's in-laws. She had a wife. She–

"I'm not the one who has to try anymore, sweetie." Turning around in her arms, you gave Aeri a prideful charming smile, bringing a hand up to lightly caress her cheeks. "It's a bit warm today, isn't it? I think I'll go change my shirt." Finally breaking free from her hold, you walked seemingly nonchalantly to exit the kitchen, stopping at the threshold. Looking back at her, you shot her a sly smile, eyes dark with something that only filled Aeri with temptation. "Want to help me, madam Uchinaga?"

Her feet moved mindlessly before she came to a halt, hearing her wife laughing outside.

You left her eyesight, and Aeri almost vividly could imagine you walking inside the guestroom that was basically yours in her house, going through the clothes you had permanently in her house since you were often so much.

Oh, how much Aeri wanted to go after you.

But she couldn't.

She really wanted to.

But she could not.....

Right?

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a/n: I'll probably not be proud of this when I wake up tomorrow but what's done is done, also ambiguous ending because I suck at endings and it's your decision to commit to it or not really :)

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thank you so much for reading!! <3

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Hi beautiful people welcome to my page. I currently only write Ellie, young miko, danni & evelyn, Shane, and Jesse but I might write more people in future. I practically write anything if you run the idea past me (request are most certainly open) I'll take a look and see if I'm comfortable with it. I write like any smutty thing you could imagine so no need to worry about that- Within reason. Hope everyone enjoys my content as much as I enjoy making it :)

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Here's my masterlist lovelies <3

Ellie Williams

Series:

Slumber Party ~ pt 1 . pt 2 . pt 3 ♡◇

Motel Whore ~ pt 1 . pt 2 ♤♡◇

Changes ~ pt 1 . pt 2 . pt 3 ♤♡◇

Behind Closed Doors ~ pt 1 ....

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Christmas Shenanigans ♡

Fuck me like you're mad at me baby ◇

Bitter sweet ♡

Too Late ♤

Look after you ♡-♤?

Pay attention ◇

Rest ♡

Baby I could slow down ◇

Bent over ◇

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Riding ellies face ◇

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Fav Ellie era

Young Miko

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Film wife ~ pt 1 . pt 2 . Pt 3 ◇♤

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Make it up to you ♤◇♡

My angel ♡

Missing you ♤

Treat ◇

Dreamin ♡◇

Evelyn

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How she's like ♡◇

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Attention ◇

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Don't try ◇

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Only you ♤♡◇

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I meant to ask yesterday, but how ab some touch starved Harvey head cannons? <3

🤝Touch-Starved Harvey🤝

synopsis: Exactly what it says on the tin <3 Our favorite town doctor craves physical intimacy more than he knows. Headcanons+drabble of how he copes with it, how he reacts to physical contact, and a bonus of how he reacts to receiving physical affection! gn!Farmer, romance. SFW.

w.c.: 1.7k words!

content warnings: None!

A.N.: BABY'S FIRST REQUEST! Thank you so much :,) Highkey this was super enjoyable for me to write and I'm REALLY happy that you liked my other post enough to pop in!!! Enjoy &lt;3

Before the farmer, before befriending Maru and assimilating into his role as the meek and respectful town doctor, he had always been rather avoidant to initiating casual physical contact. Everything he gave, everything he received- it all ranged from polite social expectancies to standard work-related procedures. He didn't think much of it. Having always been a more anxious type, the possibility of making another uncomfortable was always on his mind in these interactions, and what better way to avoid such a thing than to not have it at all? Handshakes and the occasional stiff hug were enough for him. Unfortunately, this proved to be a bit of an oversight on his end, considering the side-effects it would provide.

By the time the farmer arrives, his chronic loneliness has very much caught up with him. Not only has he distanced himself physically from others around him, but mentally as well. Outside of his clinic, the way Harvey's been so avoidant to touch has turned it into a source of anxiety for him. His self-consciousness extends to this field as well- when Granny Evelyn beckons him to lean down for a hug after he's finished his house visit to George, he worries that he's hugged her too tightly or for too long in the very back of his mind. Even the handshake exchanged with the governor at the last year's Luau haunts his memory, with the constant niggling thought that he hadn't been firm enough.

And don't get this man started on his non-existent romantic life. Moving to such a small town those few years ago, he knew that prospects like that would be limited, to say the very least. Many of the eligible singles in town, as lovely as they were, were...well, not exactly his type. And even those that were, how could a guy like him ever manage anything with anyone? The thought of being forward or flirtatious in any way practically gave him hives. But the idea of having someone to be close to, physically and emotionally...He couldn't say that he didn't crave that. But all in all, he wholeheartedly believed that it wasn't in the cards for him and his touch-starved ways.

Enter the farmer. They were just another patient to Harvey in the beginning, another member of the town for him to look after. He didn't pay much attention when they touched him or when he touched them, aside from his ordinary overthinking. He couldn't afford to think too deeply about, really. He was their doctor, for Yoba's sake, and whether it was a friendly punch in the arm or a simple tap on the shoulder to get his attention, it would be highly unprofessional to dwell on. Besides, the mystique of being new in town and charmingly single was sure to draw them quite a few pairs of eyes, anyway. How could he compete?

Well...He definitely began thinking about that. Time marched forward as time does, and an unexpected friendship began to blossom. Harvey being Harvey, it was hard for him to recognize his developing feelings at first. Their gestures became more frequent, and his heart swelled with each one. Whether it be grabbing his wrist to drag him to see their chickens or a grateful hug for patching them up after a night in the mines, it lingered in his mind longer than it should have. When the day came that he idly pondered asking them to the coming year's Flower Dance, it all suddenly became clear to him: He'd fallen. And he'd fallen hard.

Everything suddenly became so much more meaningful. The coffee and pickles they'd frequently brought him, fresh from their farm. When he caught them looking at him and only him among the faces of a festival crowd, was that a sign? Did they think about him as often as he thought about them? Did they think about his touch the way he thought about theirs? With all these thoughts swirling about in his head, he would suddenly become much more reserved around the farmer, quiet and flustered as if a single word could shatter the friendship they'd so carefully cultivated already.

Eventually, something would have to be said about his behavior. This is Harvey, after all- and even if it weren't, who in their right mind would suddenly clam up the way he did for no good reason?

Clamming up...Was that what he was doing? Harvey sighed to himself as he took in the early summer atmosphere. He brushed his knuckle over the surface of the fountain's water, sitting contemplatively at its edge. It was on days like these where he wished he had the confidence and sense to dress down a little rather than sweltering away in his slacks and button-up shirt, but there were other things on his mind. The sweat on his brow was the least of his concern. How could it be anything else? He'd recently realized that it had been two or three weeks since he'd realized his feelings towards the farmer, after all- which marked two or three weeks since his overthinking was pushed into overdrive by every little moment between them. His mind wandered back to the early days of their friendship. When Harvey closed his eyes envisioned his feelings, true to his bookish personality, he saw a graph. With every little moment between them, the line grew bit by bit until it became positively exponential. The way the farmer aided him at George's check-up was the first incident he could recall. When George, being every bit the stubborn old man he was at first glance, chastised Harvey for his advice, their sudden appearance ended up making the appointment much less of a headache than he expected. Their own appointment went a similar route, with them being one of his easier patients. It went as smoothly as it could have. Harvey had nearly forgotten the incident, but their pulse stuck out in the otherwise unremarkable memory. They were a farmer, for Yoba's sake. They had a business to run, physical labor to attend to and an entire town to entertain to keep themself afloat both financially and socially. Any other doctor wouldn't've thought twice about it and simply moved on with their day. Any other doctor wouldn't've fallen this hard for a patient, he reminded himself grimly. "Hey, Harvey!" In an instant, his thoughtful silence shattered like an egg thrown at the mountainside at the sound of the familiar voice. They'd sought him out. Did he really mean that much to them? Damn it all, doctor, don't get your hopes up! The contents of the farmer's backpack rustled and clanged with every step as they trotted up to him. With a proud grin on their face, they held out their hand expectantly, a small something clutched in their fist. "Oh. Erm...Hi. How are you today?" Harvey asked politely. The farmer blinked, then smiled warmly. "I'm doing alright. Just got back from the mines. Don't have a heart attack, I managed to find that purple mushroom you asked for at a level that wouldn't kill me." Harvey chuckled stiffly, reaching for the mushroom presented in their hand. Big, big mistake. It was a simple brush of their fingers. He hesitated to even call it a mere accident. They seemed so calm, despite the fact that he'd definitely lingered for a millisecond longer than he should have. In the moment, he cleared his throat awkwardly, preparing to apologize- "Harvey." "Ah, I'm sor- Yes?" he stammered, smiling in a way he prayed didn't seem nervous. "If you're going to apologize for touching me," the farmer began, gently yet firmly, "I'm gonna take that mushroom right back. You're squeezing that poor fungus to death, anyway." It was only at their words that he noticed his death grip on the mushroom. He opened his mouth to apologize anyway, but the farmer continued, "That's just something I noticed, you know? One, you've been super quiet with me lately, and two, every time we so much as brush up against each other when we do talk, you start tripping over your words and apologizing as if you just slapped me." "I know that you do get bouts of anxiety, but..." The farmer trailed off, "We're still friends, right?" Their question was genuine, concern-wrought and excruciatingly, painfully innocent. Harvey could hear their voice quieting as it left their lips- not accusatory, simply gentle and ready for whatever answer he'd give.

Harvey fumbled over his words before they'd even left his mouth. To explain himself would be to reveal the absolute fool he had been. Avoiding them for as long as he did would've only harmed their relationship, just as the farmer revealed had happened that moment. Of course they were worried. Of course they wondered whether or not he was mad at them. Of course they'd be hurt by the way he'd shied from every touch of theirs, all because he had made great towering mountains out of the littlest molehills. "Harvey…?" "It's complicated," he blurted out. The farmer's eyes widened as the words poured out of him. "I've tried to keep our relationship professional at first. After that, I- I thought it would be strictly platonic. I didn't even consider the fact that I would feel this way about you." "What do you mean 'this way?'" they prompted him gently. This farmer was going to kill him with how sweetly patient they were being. With a deep breath, he spat it out. "I'm interested in you. Romantically." What Harvey expected in that moment was a kind let-down. A small speech about how they value him as a friend, but can't see any sort of future with them. At worst, a sneer and a more curt rejection. They wouldn't be the type to laugh and mock him, this much he knew. What he hadn't expected was the smile pricking at their lips. Nor did he anticipate the way they reached softly for his hand and the electric joy that set every nerve in his body alight at their touch. It was all clear now. And damn, he truly was a fool to believe so deeply that they didn't feel the same. "Is that all, big guy?" … Oh, farmer. You'll be the death of this doctor yet.

~FIN~

[lollytea]

Unfortunately due to TOH being cut short by Disney a lot of character arcs and more storyline could not be fully fleshed out and finished as Dana had to wrap up everybody’s story in just a few episodes

I'm fully aware that Disney's intervention is responsible for a lot of the plotlines getting suffocated. Which is why I don't think it's fair to go harassing crew members with "why didn't THIS happen??" and all that, because nobody really knows what they endured working on those final episodes and how much they had to cut and rewrite. But from things Dana has said, it was likely a very stressful and exhausting experience. So I don't like to make assumptions about the crew being incompetent. Nobody knows how the season WOULD have turned out if they had been granted full creative freedom and breathing room to develop it to their hearts content.

However, me not directing personal ire towards the crew doesn't mean that I think that the show is immune to criticism. Its flawed. It might not be entirely the crew's fault but that doesn't mean we can't talk about how it's flawed. If anything, I think acknowledging and dissecting its weaknesses is a good learning opportunity for what we should consider when creating our own stories.

Season 3 is a bit of a mess. There's good stuff. There's some less than good stuff. I think ultimately, as a story about Luz, King and Eda, it knocks it out of the park. When they were left with no other option, they decided to prioritize the writing of their three protagonists and I think that was the correct choice.

But I've been thinking about the three specials and how they stand on their own, quality wise, and honestly, there's valid criticism to be said that is completely unrelated to the shortening.

Bear in mind that the crew has known since Follies that the show was getting cut short and they needed to start wrapping up loose ends. So it's not like they started writing Thanks to Them believing it was the first of 20+ more episodes. They knew that they were going to be writing a 40 minute special. So the execution had to be tight, concise and satisfying, right?

Well...it was....weird. Definitely fun. Good for fan service. The main hook was the witch kids navigating the human world in their dorky witchy way. And initially, that was enough. But once the novelty of that wears off and we focus on the plot of the special, what do we have left?

Thanks to Them is very guilty of lore baiting. Dropping in stuff that they know damn well that they're never going to elaborate on, leaving the audience with a feeling of intrigue that is never going to be satiated.

I personally think that is just bad writing. They knew they didn't have a full season 3 and rather than rewrite the means of which the hexsquads finds answers, they still made the choice to drop in what are most likely vague ideas from the initial draft.

I think, if they had no intention of developing it in future specials, there was no point to that scene of Masha telling the Wittebane story. It was just...filler. To stretch out the running time. Which is....kind of precious. Only 40 minutes. If you're obsessive enough about lore, you already knew the story from the Hollow Mind paintings. That scene was for casual viewers. Which is useless, because there's no point in casual viewers learning about Evelyn and Caleb because it never went anywhere.

Also. I personally think that if there was any value to learning the Wittebane lore without making it plot relevant, it would be for the sake of character development. We wanted to know how the kids would react to this knowledge.

Well how did they react?

*Shrug* They seemed a little unnerved but they kinda forgot about it the second they got off the hayride.

So what was the point of all that? What was the point?

Is it because we wanted "Goodbye, Evelyn," to be more of gut punch?

Was it worth it? Was "Goodbye, Evelyn" worth it? We know fucking nothing about Evelyn.

I think the rebus was a stupid and lazy means for the kids to discover Titan's blood. You introduce this mysterious object that was hidden under the floorboards and then you just use it as a plot device.

When the kids uncover the rebus and find the secret code inside, the viewer is not thinking about how it can be used as a means to an end (finding blood) The viewer is thinking "what the fuck is that thing and how did it get there and how did Flapjack know it was there?"

Questions that will not be answered <333

ALL IM SAYING is that I'm sure the crew could have come up with another way for the kids to have a Titan's blood treasure hunt. Maybe they could have dug a little more into the history of Gravesfield and follow leads on weird things happening on this one spot in the graveyard (which turns out to be because there's magical energy there, revealed when Luz realizes she can use glyphs)

I just think that if you're gonna leave the mystery box a mystery, you shouldn't have included it.

And I know. Its subtle storytelling. There's elements of what could have been a far more complex story and they're leaving hints of it here and there.

Well the thing about that is I think the hints are very unsatisfying and weaken the episode's plot significantly.

Also I don't think they should get to just pick and choose what parts of the lore are subtle and what parts are ham-fisted.

YES we are going to be reminded like three times that Flapjack is being secretive and hiding things from Hunter.

NO we are never going to get a payoff for that because he gets shanked and dies first.

BUT!! BUT!! If you squint, its IMPLIED that Flapjack belonged to Evelyn and blah blah blah

You don't get to rub things in the audience face and then choose to be all subtle about it at the last minute. Pick one or the other.

Anyway....I think they could have written Thanks to Them as more of an intriguing and suspenseful horror mystery where they spend forty minutes gathering clues and everything finally clicks together at the very end. That's not what we got.

We got a very weak attempt on the Hexsquad's part to be little detectives, but like a minute of screen time was devoted to them dicking around in a library, a costume shop, and a zoo.

I don't think we can blame the shortening for this.

[atimeofyourlife]

What's in a name

How transfem Steve (Evie) got her name Companion piece to my other transfem Steve fic

"I've found it," Stevie said, staring hard at the photo album in front of her.

"Found what, Stevie?" Robin asked, coming over to see what Stevie was looking at.

"My name." She ran her fingers over the photo, of her at the age of four with an older woman who had matching beauty marks. It was captioned 'Evelyn and Steven, 1971.'

"Oh. Who's the pretty lady?" Robin studied the photo.

"My great-aunt, Evelyn. She was incredible. She died only a couple of years after this was taken. But I want to name myself after her."

"Well then, it's nice to meet you, Evelyn Dingus Harrington," Robin replied, trying to hold back a laugh when Evelyn swatted at her.

"Still not taking the middle name 'Dingus'." Evelyn rolled her eyes. "And maybe Evie for short?"

"So from Stevie to Evie?" Robin asked.

"Yeah. Stevie to Evie."

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The next people she tells are Dustin and Claudia, at one of the weekly dinners that Claudia always insisted she attend.

"I've found my new name," Evie said as they were finishing up.

"New name? I thought you were just going to use Stevie?" Dustin asked, looking a little confused.

"Stevie was like a placeholder? I guess? It's close enough to my old name that other people wouldn't question it, but it felt girly enough for me not to feel weird about it. But it never fit right. So I've been looking for the name that does." Evie explained.

"What is it?"

"Evelyn, after my great-aunt. Evie for short." She replied.

"Evelyn sounds like a an old people name." Dustin said.

"Shut it, dipshit." Evie shoved him gently.

"Dusty, be nice." Claudia added. "Evie, honey. Evelyn is a lovely name. If you think it's right for you, then go with it."

"Thanks, Claudia," Evie responded.

"Anyway, I might be a bit biased about it being a lovely name, as Evelyn is my middle name," Claudia admitted.

"Really?" Evie asked.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Well. I guess I'm named after two incredible, badass women." Evie said, and found herself wrapped in a hug from Claudia.

-

After telling Dustin, it didn't take long for Evie to tell others about her new name, and for it to spread beyond those she had told. There was no real conversation about it until one day she'd been talking into dinner with the Sinclairs after dropping Lucas and Erica off.

"Lucas and Erica told us about your new name. Evelyn is such a pretty name, and it seems to suit you so well." Sue said as Evie joined her in the kitchen.

"Thanks. I. It's after my great-aunt. She was amazing and I loved her so much, it's a way I could honor her. And when I told Dustin, I found out that it's also Claudia's middle name. So I've got two incredible women in my name." Evie explained. She paused for a moment to think, before continuing. "I've been thinking about adding a middle name. I want my middle name to be Sue."

"Oh, Honey." Sue stopped what she was doing and turned to pull Evie into a hug. "That is so sweet, I would be so happy for you to take my name as your middle name."

"Thank you. It means I've got three incredible women in my name." Evie returned the hug, feeling content with her choice.

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"Are you sure about this, Dingus?" Robin asked as she watched Evie carefully fill out the paperwork.

"I've never been more sure of anything," Evie replied as she finished writing the information to make her name change official.

Evelyn Sue Harrington.

[chiconisroc]

Questions and Answers Part 7 for Was Not the Hero

is Hunter bi like his Uncle Philip maybe they could bond because of it?

Answer - I don't think they will talk about it much, at least not in the story as there is so much for them to go through before Hunter feels comfortable to talk to Philip about such things

2. What if Philip had a Grimwalker of himself how would he treat him?

Answer - Philip would most likely mistreat it worse than he did with Caleb's copies. I like to think Philip has deep self hatred so seeing a copy of himself would give him a way to lash out to someone more, especially someone who wears his face

3. Will there be kiss scene between Philip and Silas?

Answer - hehehe, maybe : )...

More questions and answers :

4. Belos means beautiful in different languages like Portuguese which he is

Answer - hahaha, he definitely is beautiful

5. Does Philip sometimes dream about having a better life with Silas away from the boiling isles? or does he repressed them?

Answer - No, he completely repressed them

6. The Hexsquad will possibly think that Philip was into strong muscular dudes after he tells them his experience with Silas, Luz would get him to try to read LGBT theme books or shows so he could have better self esteem about himself and not lash out at other openly gay people

Answer - Oh, the scene when everyone discovers about Philip and Silas is gonna be interesting to write and the way they confront him about it well, it's gonna be a bit different : )

7. is Philip gender non conforming?

Answer - he accepts himself as a male

8. was Philip considered a witch caused he liked men, is left handed, weird as a kid, and wasn’t as deeply religious before he got caught with his boyfriend? and that why he didn’t return to the human realm cause he wanted to prove to his abusers that he one of them?

Answer - He was seen as his soul tainted by the devil before peeps found out about him and Silas. Things got worse for him when they found out about him and Silas unfortunately. But yeah, he definitely kept doing the terrible things he had done to prove that he was one of them. He wanted to prove he was a hero

9. Did Philip killed Caleb because his romance with Evelyn reminded him of his relationship with Silas and partially attacked him because of jealousy?

Answer - Nah. In my story, he tried to kill Evelyn cause she's a witch and Caleb got in the way. Philip's curse was acting up and blinded him with rage so he didn't realize he struck Caleb till it was too late

10. does Philas fall under the masculine-feminine gay couple trope? Since Silas is described as muscular at times While Philip hair is noted to be beautiful with some characters pointing it out?

Answer - Hmmm, I don't think so. Both Silas and Philip both have interests that would be considered i guess as 'feminine' by society's standards. Silas, who doesn't follow with labels much, just enjoys anything he thinks is interesting. He's lived a long life within different cultures to honestly learn to appreciate so much

11. Some people want to know more abt Silas, few others about Rafael... But what abt Michael? Ngl ever since his first appearance I've been very curious abt him and i REALLY want to know more abt him (he looks like a sassy b tbh). Will we get more things abt Michael? Or can you even tell rn something abt him? (I'm desperate for michael content, no pressure)

Answer - There definitely will be more about Michael soon : )

12. What if Silas killed Philip? When he finds out his crimes what would be the aftermath?

Answer - Can't say , may be spoilers : o

13. Can Silas swim?

Answer - He can now

14. Is Philip low key jealous that Silas is more muscular than him? Even back then? Does he have body image issues cause he looked girly and is jealous that Silas looks more masculine than him?

Answer - Nah, Philip was a bit too arrogant bout his intelligence and thought Silas was some brute the first time they met. Later he loved Silas too much to really be jealous

15. Silas kinda looks Like Izzy Hands

Answer - hahaha, you think so? Silas is by far taller and larger : o

16. Does Silas have a 6 pack or 8 pack

Answer - none unfortunately, hahaha

17. How would Philip act if he was drunk?

Answer - I think he probably be a sad drunk

[holdmytesseract]

Lil' announcement/update/information? 🤔😅🙈

First, I'd like to explain the lack of... content on here a bit. 😅 Work has been awufully stressful lately, causing me to unfortunately have not much time to write. I'm truly sorry for that, but sometimes life just gets in the way. I hope y'all can understand this. ☺️

Next this is, I'll be quite inactive the next few days. I'm going on a much needed vacay with a friend from Wednesday on, so... ☺️ I think I need a few days off. Not just from work, but, uh, from life itself. ☺️

There are a lot of fics I haven't read yet, but definitely will! @smolvenger I promise you, I'll catch up! Just like I will on your wonderful stories @muddyorbsblr and @fictive-sl0th ! ☺️

I also know, that my masterlist is quite a bit broken and that a lot of links aren't working properly. I promise, I'm going to fix that as soon as I can. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps after my holidays. We'll see. But I'll definitely do it, without a doubt! ☺️

@mochie85 I promised you to write a lil' oneshot for you - and I will! I saw your request and I love it! I'm just afraid, it will take me a bit longer than I anticipated... I hope that's okay? 🥺

@aagn360 My friend, I didn't forget your requests as well! They are in the back of my head and I'll write them, promised! I love 'em! ☺️

With that being said, I'd like to thank ALL of you for your amazing support! For all the love you give this blog and my stories! Love you all! 💙 And as a little... compensation, I'm going to post the first chapter of the Ice Flower AU prequel tomorrow evening! ❄😁

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[bruciemilf]

"I think it's adorable that's the worst you can do" SCREAMING!!!

I honestly think teen Bruce and Hal would either hate each other, extra friction cranked up to a hundred. Or get along like a house on fire, ribbing at each other, this sharper Bruce thrilling Hal — I don't know which I'd like more.

Another thought I have is in relation to your previous points about teen Bruce being used to being objectified and sexually harassed (and the until 18 countdown) and he's uncomfortable, he hates it, but we also see how Brucie Wayne uses his sexuality and charm to keep up appearances and get what he wants. And just, when did he learn that? How young did he learn that?

If you're gonna be objectified & sexualized anyway, might as well use it to get what you want. Use it to your advantage. It's also a way of... in a way, regaining control in an uncontrollable situation.

I don't know if you've ever read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, but I think of him using his sexuality a bit like that.

And I'm just !! Ahhh !! Someone seeing him do that to gather intel? Get something? Do something?

How much would it hurt?

I need it !!

Evidently I have so many Thoughts and also I'd Love To Hear Yours.

Yeah!! But one thing I've always liked about Evelyn Is her neutrality and passiveness to sex. I kinda imagine he'd be like that too!! But I'm really not good/don't enjoy writing those interactions bc idk it just feels really,,, stiff?? That's why I stay clear of "brucie wayne" content mainly lol I'm no good with that

[citrus-colored-and-pkmn]

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Charlie Citrus: I fucking love how huge Charlie looks compared to them! I love my big Papa oc, hes so fun to draw and so huggable! Especially since Im much more comfortable drawing him too. I was going to give him a new outfit, but I love the very dad look I already gave him, so sadly no outfit change XD

Donna Proper: With Prima's mother I wanted her to look pale, and the cold tones help with that, especially since she's a sickly character, so her outfit ended up being the most plain too, so I thought giving her hair a nice smooth shape with three brighter colors helped make up for that, while also giving her a bright pink shall to add a warmer tone.

Jessica Evelyn Trevithick: Jess is my sister's oc for the RP we're doing together, so she only had the games customization to go off of, but I still tried to give her some flare rather than solely go off the game versions. Since Jess is from Sinnoh as a former champion I thought a little late that it'd be a good idea to give her a scarf like the protags from DP

Prof. Ingo Trevithick: Since Paldea is based on Spain, I like the idea of Ingo getting a tan which looks weird compared to how pale he usually is. I also changed up his teacher design to still keep some old elements with his coat shoes n hat, but still tried to make it look fresh and new. There are alotta good designs for Ingo after he returns, so I wanted mine to not look too similar.

Champion Emmet Trevithick: For Emmets champion outfit, I thought giving his more gray tones would held separate him from when he was a subway boss while still keeping some elements. His coat, while wearing it as a cape, is for more as a dramatic entrance than something he's always wearing now. Also gave him Victini bc they just suit eachother XD

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

baby bird shenanigans

(image description: a sketched comic page of a small family. Mori, a man with feathery wings and other bird-like features, his wife Evelyn, a gnomish woman with a pig-like snout and a goatee, and their two kids; a tiny scrungly bird-like baby and a very young girl named Brynzli who is part dwarf and part elf. The comic will be described in a fuller scripted format below a cut. In summary, the bird baby is hungry, so Mori feeds it in the typical fashion of a bird parent, by regurgitating food. Brynzli asks Evelyn why the bird baby doesn't eat the same way other babies do. Evelyn tells her it's because bird people are just different, and Brynzli thinks it over for a moment. She then declares that she can eat all by herself because she is a big girl. end description.)

Because I enjoy going a little over the top with my fantasy people sometimes and the idea of a baby just shoving its little face into someone's mouth is hilarious to me. Also, children in general are very amusing. Brynzli also believes for years that all babies hatch from eggs, because she watched this baby hatch from an egg. So she didn't think she needed to ask any further questions. babies hatch from eggs. where do the eggs come from? trees, probably. I love writing her, she's so much fun.

anyway, full comic description and script under the cut:

A small bird-like baby is laying on his stomach, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open wide to show a sharp beak tooth. He is yelling, illustrated with a large letter A over his head.

Mori approaches and picks up the yelling baby, saying: "whoops, baby's hungry. C'mere."

With his mouth open wide, Mori is implied to regurgitate some form of food for the baby. The baby is shoving his little head as far into Mori's mouth as he can, and Mori looks somewhat uncomfortable with this.

Evelyn is standing nearby with a cup in her hands. She smiles with some sympathy but also a little smugness as she remarks: "I am so glad that's your job." with emphasis on "so" and "your". Mori looks up at her with mild annoyance while the baby is still feeding out of his mouth.

Brynzli taps Evelyn on the arm, Evelyn acknowledges her by saying: "oh, hi Brynzli." Brynzli looks confused and asks: "um, mom-lyn, I thought babies have to eat from chests?" (though the comic spells some words funny to imply a toddler's voice).

Evelyn gently explains: "yes, most babies are breast-fed. But daddy and Jr are bird people, so it's different."

Brynzli replies: "oh." and then thinks very hard, scrunching her face and having some vague math scribbles around her head to imply deep complex thought.

Brynzli then declares, to Evelyn's amusement: "Well, I get to eat all by myself, cuz I'm a big girl!" (again with misspellings to indicate the toddler voice). Mori is now holding the baby against his shoulder, where it looks content. Mori is grimacing and he mumbles: "bleh. Baby breath."

[starlightcevans]

Your Ghost - A Ransom Drysdale story

Chapter 4

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I have written stories on Wattpad, but I have decided to share the stories on Tumblr too. I have written two full stories based on Ransom Drysdale. I am currently busy on the third story. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing the story.

A lot of thought and work was put into this story.

Warning: This story contains mature content: Strong language, and smut. I'd recommend 18+ to read this story, but viewer discretion is advised. Please be aware that this fan fiction will contain explicit scenes that may not be suitable for younger viewers and scenes of alcohol. There is mature content in this fan fiction.

Please note I do not own any of the characters, this is purely for fiction.

Feedback is always welcome. Please let me know if you like this story or not.

If you find any grammar errors, please let me know.

Link to the Wattpad story: https://www.wattpad.com/919400583-your-ghost-chapter-4

EVELYN:

I dial my neighbors number before Ransom begins to speak. She answers on the first ring. "Hello Evelyn!" "Hi Lydia! Can you please do me a favor?" I ask. "Anything!" "Can you please feed Sheila for me? I need to come collect her because I won't be home for the night." I explain.

"Of cause I can, but why won't you be home?" She asks.

"I am by Harlan, and he asked for me to stay for dinner. So it'll be late and Harlan told me I cannot drive back in the dark."

"I see...but why doesn't Sheila stay by me for the night? I am sure Simba wouldn't mind a friend to play with." Lydia suggests.

"That...is actually a better option." Why didn't I think of that? "You have my spare keys?"

"Yes I do. I will feed Sheila shortly." Lydia beams.

"You don't mind? I know it is one night, but Sheila does not do so well when I am not there." I tell her.

"It is alright! What are friends for?"

I smile. "You smiling now aren't you?"

She giggles. "How can you tell?"

We both laugh and then say goodbye.

Lydia and I do go walking quite a lot, but I have been busy with my book and Sheila needs to get out of the house sometime.

I put my phone in my bag and take in a breath. I turn with my head down and walk toward the door, but Ransom's hand stops me from unlocking the door.

"Ransom not this again!" I sigh.

"I warned you to watch your tone with me." Ransom whispers in my ear.

He takes my bag and drops it on the floor. He takes my arm and spins me around so that I fall back onto the armchair.

"What the –"

Ransom towers over me with his knee pressed between my legs. He grabs hold of my neck, just underneath my jaw – and forces me to look at him.

"Do not provoke me like that in front of my family." He breathes on my face.

"Stop...it!" I manage to say.

"I told you that we are not done talking." His voice is cold.

I try to push his hand away from my neck, but he is too strong.

"There...is...nothing...to...talk about!" I breathlessly say.

Ransom scoffs. "Like hell there is. Who was that man?"

I roll my eyes. Not this again!

"Don't roll your eyes at me! You know what will happen if you keep doing that." He warns.

I know what he will do...and I miss it...but I shouldn't.

Ransom tightens his grip on my neck. "Who was that man?"

I start to choke. "You...are...hurting me!"

Ransom looks down and immediately lets go. He then starts to message each side of my jaw.

"I'm sorry..."

I smack his hand away. "No you are not! If you squeezed a little more tightly, you would have choked me." I place my fingers on my neck and cough a little.

I look into his eyes. Dammit!

His eyes have softened. "I am sor –"

"Don't say what you don't mean." I bitterly retort.

Ransom leans in closer and I automatically lean my head back.

"I. Am. Sorry." He cooes.

His eyes travel down to my lips and then he looks back into my eyes. My eyes are locked onto his. I feel his fingers brush on my lower lip.

"You have the most luscious lips." His fingers stroke my lip. "They are so beautiful...and full." His voice changes to a sexier tone. A tone I remember he used when we started seeing each other. It was intoxicating...and it still is.

He leans in close enough that his lips brush over mine. I close my eyes. Dammit! I am giving in. I lean in, but Ransom puts his fingers on my lips.

"What do you want?" He whispers.

What? Does he want me to tell him?

"Tell me what you want me to do Evelyn?"

Hearing Ransom say my name in that sexy tone...I can feel the goosebumps rising on my skin.

"I...I..."

"Say it."

"I want you." I whisper. I know this is wrong, but why does this feel right?

Ransom chuckles softly. "I know you do, but what do you want me to do right now?"

"Kiss me!" The words escape my mouth.

"As you wish." Ransom smirks.

He removes his fingers and lifts my chin as our lips meet. The kiss was not like the previous one earlier. No possessiveness. This kiss feels softer and gentler. I moan against his lips. This is the Ransom I remember.

Ransom cups my face and gently kisses one corner of my mouth to the other corner. His lips travel to my neck and I let out a sharp breath.

"I am sorry I hurt you." He softly says.

His one hand travels down to my leg and he slowly moves his hand up my thigh...to there!

I open my eyes. "Ransom! No! Not in here!" I shriek.

Ransom ignores me and his fingers tugs at my pants as I feel his teeth on my neck. I look up and realize that I need to end this. Again. I feel as if my self-conscious slaps me back to the reality of what Ransom did to me.

"Get...Off!" I raise my voice, but Ransom doesn't listen – as usual.

There is a sudden knock on the door.

"Shit!" Ransom curses and he immediately steps out to the side.

I jump up and grab my bag, but Ransom catches my hand in his. "This is not over."

I let out an exasperating breath. "For goodness sake Ransom! I don't know that man from a bar of soap!" My tone is bitter.

"I was not talking about that man." He glares at me, but I don't care.

"Let. Me. Go!" I yank my arm away from his hand.

I halt just before I unlock the door. "Don't talk to me tonight...please." I add the last word to be polite.

Ransom gives me his crooked smile. I look away.

"Please..." I pleas this time.

I unlock the door, but in barges Richard, knocking me to the floor.

"Ransom there you are! Evelyn?" He looks surprised when he looks at me. "I didn't know you were here. Why are you here?"

Ransom walks over to help me up.

"Thank you." I say loud enough so Ransom can only hear me. I look at Richard and automatically shrug. "I –"

"Son." Richard looks to Ransom, ignoring me.

"Father." Ransom says with mock gravity.

"Your mother wants to speak to you." Richard looks at me, "Alone."

I look at Ransom for some reason. Maybe he would tell me to leave?

"Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to speak?" Richard boasts.

"Yes...No...um...I should go." I announce to both of them and walk out of the study.

I hear voices coming from outside the front door. I sidle closer to the door and peak out to see who has arrived. I see the whole family: Joni and her daughter Meg. Walt, Donna and their son Jacob – who never seems to look away from his cellphone. I then see Linda petting her one dog.

Blast! I hear Richard and Ransom having an altercation in the study.

Between the family arriving and the shouting in the study, I turn and race to the spare bedroom. I am glad that nobody stopped me.

I close the door and lock it – I do not want a repeat of earlier. I toss my bag across the floor and I fall down on the bed.

The whole family is here. The whole fucking family is here! I really wish I declined Harlan's request to stay for dinner. I hope I get to sit next to Harlan because then I will feel less stressed with being around this family.

I close my eyes to try and calm myself down, but just as I close my eyes, there is a knock on the door.

"Go away Ransom!" I shout.

The person knocks again, but I ignore it. I cannot have Ransom in this room again. Not right now. I have been alone with him twice now and both times I have nearly fell victim to his ways – even though I swore I would not.

The person knocks again. If it is Ransom, I am going to slap him. I sigh and unlock the door.

"Rans – Oh sorry Harlan!" My face turns red as I see Harlan standing in front of me.

Harlan chuckles. "Not to worry dear. I know my grandson has been a little much today."

I tilt my head. "How did..."

"I know my grandson and..." Harlan points his finger to his neck as he looks at my neck.

My brows draw together and I turn to walk to the bathroom.

My eyes widen as I realize what Ransom did to me. "That son of a – He gave me a damn hickey!" I scream. I am going to really slap him when I see him again. He thinks by giving me a hickey that everyone will think we are still together? No! He gave me this damn thing to claim ownership of me!

"If I see him...I am going to –"

"It's alright dear." Harlan soothes.

"No it is not! He thinks he can pull this on me and expect me to not say something about it." As if a light bulb went on I realize. "Hang on. Maybe he wants me to ask him what he did this. He wants me to go talk to him. He –"

"Let me just tell you why I am here my dear." Harlan interrupts me.

"Joni!" He calls.

"Joni?" I crinkle my nose.

"Hello sweet Evelyn! You look...well you have looked better." Joni looks at my apparel.

I hold my finger up. "To be fair, I only came here to speak to Harlan in the first place. I had no idea I was going to stay for dinner." I defend myself.

"Sure." Joni response seems to sound more like a mock than anything else.

I look at Harlan. "Why did you call Joni?" I ask.

"I am here to dress you." Joni answers me instead of Harlan.

"You want to dress me?" My tone is kept neutral because if I sound shocked, Joni will be offended.

"Yes! Harlan told me that you are going to stay, so I suggested that I will dress you." She beams.

I raise a brow.

"It was either me or Linda. So I think you won there." She says under her breath.

"Linda knows I am here?" I shouldn't be shocked since I am going to have to face her sometime tonight.

"Of cause she does! Everyone knows you are here." Joni smiles at me, but I cannot help but think that smile is not meaningful.

"Now let's dress you. Harlan!" Joni ushers Harlan out.

"I will see you later Evelyn." Harlan waves goodbye.

"Here it is." Joni displays a candy red dress with a bateau neckline and tiered-ruffle from the hemline down to the ends of the dress. There is some strange pattern that looks more like a map leading you to some treasure chest.

"You...want me to wear...this tonight?" I feel the dress. It feels rough and has too much ruffle.

Joni frowns.

"Evelyn!" Meg enters the room. "I found the dress you asked for mom." Meg holds up a dress.

My eyes lock on that dress. It looks stunning. I place the red dress on the bed and I take the dress from Meg.

"This is beautiful." I admire the halter strap neckline and the beautiful crochet flower pattern on the side of the dress. The dress looks like it just goes above my knees if I wore the dress.

"I already bought one Meg honey." Joni assures Meg.

"Well...she has two options. Evelyn, which one?" Meg asks.

They both look at me. I have already made up my mind.

I smile.

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[Refuge]

A/N: very much inspired by this amazing post by @/sickophantic!!! grr grr I'm not sure if this is gonna be canon (most likely not) but it's half 1 am as of writing this a/n and I love making characters suffer uwu. vesk belongs to the man, the myth, the autism creechur xirself /pos /lh, @paranoia-exe!!

CW: mentioned arguments / fighting, accidentally hurting loved one / caretaker, violence, A Lot Of Guilt N Angst™

DYNAMICS:

Rayan Hyacinth (he/it) — Whumpee

Evelyn Larkins (she/her) — Past Caretaker

(mentioned) Vesker Faithern (he/him), Madison Maguire (she/her) — Current Caretakers (in canon)

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Rayan had done it again; oh, the amount of times he'd vowed never to do it again, all shallow promises simply because his emotions are too fucking unpredictable. Vesker and Rayan had fought again, and lo and behold, it escalated to the point where he'd hurt Vesker. His own fiance — one of the few people who still hadn't left him despite everything he'd done and went through, every time he shed other people's blood and every time he'd shed blood of his own. Every rough or gentle kiss, every grasp of their intertwining hands and every scratch mark left by the immortals nails. Vesker had stuck with him through everything. Rayan couldn't comprehend how Vesker still wasn't sick of him at this point.

But that didn't matter. The two were separated, and nobody could get hurt. Vesker had fled, like he always did, to Madison's, finding respite there until Rayan's rage had subsided. He couldn't blame him. Rayan had taken the opportunity to seek comfort of his own, trekking tiredly in the darkness of midnight.

It was early morning when Rayan had arrived at his destination. It took a couple hours to go there on foot, and Rayan immediately regretted it, calves aching as he knocked on a front door he only vaguely remembered.

Soft grey eyes and a welcoming face framed by short blonde hair greeted him. Evelyn did a short double-take, recognizing Rayan as the dishevelled man she'd taken in all those months ago.

"Evelyn..." Rayan choked out through eyes misty with tears, falling into the shorter woman's embrace. Cold wind was replaced by warmth as Evelyn gently pulled Rayan inside and closed the door, arms wrapping comfortingly around the immortal's torso.

Evelyn didn't try and ask him what was wrong; not yet. She knew that, in time, he would tell her. But right now, she needed to get him warmed up. Soon enough, their embrace was replaced with a blanket across Rayan's shoulders, and his tension melted away like thawed ice. His tired eyes softened and closed with a content sigh.

"Do you need anything, Rayan?" Evelyn's soft voice sounded in his ear, but Rayan just shook his head and slumped against her. Oh so similar to the first time Rayan stumbled into her welcoming arms.

Evelyn let him rest. Sleep away all that sadness welling up inside his chest, until Evelyn could return him safely back home. She wondered what had happened to cause him to trek all these miles just to go see her, but.. he'd tell her tomorrow, surely.

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[areseebee]

so.. hello! i'm evelyn, but i also go by eve or lyn. i.. don't really know why i'm introducing myself but anyhow. so. 've been sucked back into the derry girls hyperfixation and i've been rewatching season 3 and thus scouring for jerin content. i stumbled across someday on ao and oh. my. god. holy shit oh my good lord holy crap i am absolutely in love with your writing, it is GORGEOUS. so uh. yeah. just a fan wanting to say hi? sorry about how unprompted this is!

with love, evelyn. <3

hello!! well first of all welcome back into the hyperfixation fold and second of all thank you so much. it means a lot to hear this unprompted, so thanks so much for taking the time to reach out and say it!

[itfitsitshipsart]

Lies

Look at the angst! Really tho, this made me curl up because this man is uncomfortable to write for, but the tragedy is just so *chefs kiss*

Geto Suguru X S/I

Warning about maybe spoilers? If anime only, though. Might be fine, though. Also, some manipulation for content. This ain't fluffy.

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Evelyn lifted herself from the pillows she had nestled between, a horse sigh escaping her lips. The room was quiet, painfully so. And the coldness creeped in, the emptiness of being alone. She wasn't sure how many days it had been, time seemed to blur and slow. Nights were sleepless and days dragged on.

She missed him, her Suguru. He was so careful, so confident in the future he envisioned. And how she wished her feelings of worry those days prior led to nothing. But that Christmas Eve, she held him, and felt the life leave his body. Her clothing stained red with his blood, she could not bring herself to dispose of them.

She let out a choked sob, her already reddened eyes going blurry from tears once more. She couldn't stop thinking about it, about him. She loved him so much, his death stole a piece of herself.

Between the tears and her shaky breath, Evelyn heard the front door open and close. She wiped her eyes, shaking her head. She didn't want to see anyone, she didn't want anyone to see her. But what if it was the twins? The girls had to have been mourning as well, as much as her perhaps. Or perhaps it was Jujutsu sorcerers, having found their home. 

No matter who it was, she couldn't lie and wait for them to leave. She staggered to her feet, weak and weary, and left the room. She steadied herself against the wall with a hand, and when she came into view of the front door, leaned against it, eyes wide with shock.

The tall figure smiled warmly, a soft expression she knew all too well. Dark hair fell past his shoulders, and robes were crisp and clean once more. He was immaculate and alive.

"Suguru," Evelyn exhaled, stumbling forward and into his arms. His grip was strong as he held her up. A large hand rubbed her back soothingly. She buried her face into his chest, breathing in his scent, struggling to hold back tears that were now joyful.

"Yes, I'm back." He murmured in response. His voice was calm, his heartbeat steady in her ears.

Everything was okay now. He was back.

But… that was impossible, and as the seconds passed by, realization set in. This wasn't right. He couldn't be alive.

This couldn't be her Suguru.

This was someone dangerous.

Evelyn pulled away, her breath heavy as she studied this man before her. He looked exactly like her husband, save a line of stitches she now noticed across his forehead. A faint pout formed on the man's lips, his arms still out from the hug she ended.

"What's the matter?" He questioned. His voice was Suguru's. She shook her head. 

"You're not," she murmured, the words catching in her throat. "You're not my Sugu."

He sighed, folded his arms, and looked at her. "Now, why do you say that?" She shook her head more, and tears slowly beaded down her face.

"I… I don't know." She whispered, trembling as he approached her. "Everything about you is him… but you're not him…" She sank to the floor, watching as he looked down at her. For a split second, his eyes seemed deathly cold. 

He sighed again, smiling softly as he knelt down beside her. He took her hand, and cupped her cheek. She leaned into his touch instinctively, and he wiped away a tear with his thumb.

"You poor thing," he murmured. "You really loved him, didn't you?" She swallowed hard, and stared at him silently. "You're right, though I'm not sure how you picked up on it so quickly. But this." He brought her hand to his chest. "This is your dear Geto's body, that I promise you. And I'm going to fulfill his dreams for the future."

He shifted closer, looking her up and down. "You don't have to worry, just trust me. It'll be like nothing happened, like he never left." His lips brushed against hers, and he smiled into the kiss as she slowly reciprocated, tears flowing once more.

She wanted to believe him, for her beloved to be back. And if she didn't think, her body and mind knew this was Suguru. His body, at least. She didn't want to question, or hurt. She just wanted to feel him hold her again.

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Hazardous Spirits. By Anbara Salam. Tin House, 2023.

Rating: 2.5/5 stars

Genre: historical fiction

Series: N/A

Summary: In 1920s Edinburgh, Scotland, Evelyn Hazard is a young, middle-class housewife living the life she’s always expected―until her husband Robert upends everything with a startling announcement: he can communicate with the dead.

As the couple is pulled into the spiritualist movement―an underground, occult society of ritual and magic that emerged following the mass deaths of the Spanish Flu and First World War―Evelyn’s carefully composed world begins to unravel. And when long-held secrets from her past threaten to come to the surface, presenting her with the prospect of losing all she holds dear, Evelyn finds herself unable to avoid the question: is the man she loves a fraud, a madman or―most frighteningly―is he telling the truth?

Cloaked in a moody, beguiling backdrop of twentieth-century Scotland, Anbara Salam’s Hazardous Spirits brings a sparkling sense of period detail and dry humor to the life of a young woman calibrating her place in a changing world, and her shifting relationship with a man she thought she knew.

***Full review below.***

Content Warnings: none?

Overview: This book appeared on a list of anticipated historical fiction books for 2023, so I figured I'd give it a go. I really enjoyed the premise of this book and I wondered what spiritualism in the 1920s might look like (since a lot of my familiarity is with 19th century spiritualism). Overall, though, I found this book to be a bit bland. It has a lot of fascinating potential, but with a grating protagonist and a plot that doesn't so much develop as it does meander, I can only give it 2.5 stars.

Writing: Salam's prose is genrally pretty good on a sentence and paragraph level. It flows easily and clearly describes the actions of the scene, and there are some moments when I was completely taken with the atmosphere.

However, I do think some things could be improved. For one, Salam tends to overuse certain phrases, such as "chewing her finger/lip" or "her stomach gurgled" when Evelyn is uneasy. It gave me the impression that Evelyn had digestive issues. For two, some of the transitions between present and flashback are a little abrupt and confusing. It might have helped if Salam changed tenses or something to signal we were entering the past.

Also (and this might be a nitpicky thing), I was a little disappointed that the setting didn't play more of a role. This book is set in the 1920s and Salam makes a point of bringing up both the Great War and the Spanish Flu epidemic, but personally, I didn't feel like either calamity was a kind of spectre hanging over the characters and influencing how they reacted to things. It's a shame, since that period is ripe for nuanced discussions of death and grief.

Plot: The plot of this book follows Evelyn Hazard, a 1920s housewife whose life is turned upside down when her husband, Robert, declares that he can communicate with the dead. As Robert becomes more and more involved in the spiritualist movement, Evelyn becomes more and more uneasy, torn between her fear that Robert might be participating in a scam or worse... that he might be telling the truth.

On paper, this plot seems like a great opportunity for exploring the uneasiness that comes with uncertainty. On top of that, Evelyn has something of a family secret - something about her dead sister, Dolly - that threatens to destroy her life, and I'm always a sucker for a well-to-do family with a dark past.

However, a lot of the suspense was killed (at least for me) because Evelyn's uncertainty doesn't quite create narrative tension until the last 50 pages or so. Until then, this book feels like a character study, which would have been great except we aren't necessarily shown the stakes of Evelyn's character arc or made to want what she wants. Part of the hurdle might be because Salam doesn't provide much backstory or context to her characters; without that orientation, I felt I was given little reason to care about whether or not Robert could actually commune with spirits or whether or not Evelyn advanced in society. There aren't any scenes that show us why Evelyn personally cares so much about other people's opinions, and there wasn't a reason for me to care whether or not people thought less of her for Robert's spiritualism. Spiritualism is supposedly taboo amongst "respectable" families, but Evelyn makes a lot of rich friends who are super into seances and the like. There might have been some evolution in her opinion of her friends and her desire for respectability again, but even so, that mainly comes in the last 100 pages. As a result, a lot of Evelyn's concerns about appearances and respectability come across as shallow, and we don't really grapple with that shallowness until the very end.

With such a vague sense of direction, I couldn't quite decide if this book was supposed to be some kind of 1920s disillusionment novel or a historical fiction book about grief and appearances. While some ambiguity and overlap regarding genre, message, and tone is ok, I felt like I struggled to discern what this book was trying to do and what kind of story it wanted to tell. It definitely wasn't spooky, which is fine, but it also didn't feel like it was delving too deeply into the nuances of grief, social class, or spiritualism. Salam does try to insert a more coherent theme in the last 50 pages or so, but the plot up until that point felt so loose that it was hard to see each scene as building up to a moment of (narrative) crisis.

Characters: Evelyn, our protagonist, was a bit irritating in that she didn't seem to have any strong motivations or desires. While she seems concerned about appearances to some degree, her concerns came across as shallow and we don't quite have the time to grapple with that shallowness. She also seems constantly distracted and thinks some rather rude thoughts about people, and when she does have strong emotions or is flustered, she reads more like a naive girl than a grown woman. As a result, it was hard for me to get a handle on her and figure out exactly what her arc was about. Salam doesntry to fit a theme in towards the end, perhaps about Evelyn standing up for her own desires, but I didnt feel like the rest of the book did a good job of supporting a character arc.

Robert, Evelyn's husband, was clearly a man who was eager to help others while also desperately wanting to keep Evelyn happy. While I wasn't really clear on the status of Robert and Evie's relationship (they never really felt like a loving couple), I do think Robert was shown to be someone who would jump at any chance to please his wife. But even so, it was hard to see Robert as multi-faceted because his mien was so golden retriever-like. Even when he got kind of snippy towards the end of the book, I felt like the change was abrupt and Salam could have shown Robert's pursuit of fame and attention through a more gradual change in demeanor.

Kitty, Evelyn's younger sister, was perhaps the most well-written character in that she served a clear purpose. She was constantly brushing off Robert's spiritualism and reassuring Evelyn of its harmlessness, all while offering support during rough patches in the narrative. Kitty's scenes also did a good job showcasing the tension between (and within) middle class families, so I felt like her scenes could have been used a lot more purposefully to create doubt or unease in contrast to the spiritualism.

Vikram and the rich crowd were kind of fun in an eccentric, decadent story of way, but it was admittedly hard to keep track of them all. Some of these side characters were written better than others; the best was certainly Flossie, who was a skeptic and formed a complex relationship with Evelyn.

My biggest problem with a lot of the side characters, though, is that a lot of them seemed like they could have had compelling arcs, but most of them just kind of fizzled out once the plot about the missing boy took center stage. Some of these minor character threads felt unfinished, but maybe that was intentional. I don't know.

TL;DR: Hazardous Spirits has a lot of potential to be a deeply compelling book about spiritualism and appearances in the 1920s, but is ultimately held back by an unclear narrative direction and an irritating protagonist. While I can see some of the themes Salam was trying to explore, I personally didn't feel like everything came together in a satisfying way, and I wish more work had been put into building up a stronger narrative.