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[gaytedlasso]

Spoilers for ch7 Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by @strawberryicebreakers

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Ted looked at their hands, then at Trent. “Can I -”

“Of course,” Trent said.

He didn’t know exactly what he’d expected; a kiss, probably, or maybe even Ted taking his hand away, but as always, Ted surprised him. The other man surged forward, wrapping his arms around Trent and pulling him close. Instead of a kiss, however, Ted turned, pressing his face into Trent’s shoulder and keeping it there.

Slowly, Trent raised his arms, bringing them up to hold Ted. He let one hand wander its way up Ted’s back, coming to rest at the nape of his neck. He felt for the soft, short strands, threading his fingers against them as he kept his touch light.

“We’re okay?” Ted asked, his voice muffled against the fabric of Trent’s shirt.

Trent’s arms wrapped around him, keeping him pressed tight against his chest. “We’re okay.”

[neontokyoo]

What comes now?

Just a cute little fic I put together today after looking through my camera roll and finding an old pregnancy announcement for my husband. I desperately needed to write something so why not do it now while I’m inspired by two little gremlins, and old memories? 😂🫶🏻

Pairing: Halsin x Fem!Tav Genre: fluff Summary: After finally defeating the Netherbrain Tav finds herself expecting Halsin’s baby after years of trying without success. Warnings: mentions of infertility and miscarriages, possible bg3 spoilers, implied bear sex, let me know if I’m missing something.

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It was about nine AM when Tav finally rolled out of bed and decided to do something more productive than being a bear in the morning and refusing to get up. There was always something to be done around the house. Right?

Getting out of bed, she quickly changed into better clothes to wear around the house or working outside, and threw her hair up to keep it out of her face.

The house was almost spotless, as she had nothing better to do everyday while her husband was away working in the woods behind her house, but there was a garden she could tend to, at least.

But it wasn’t until she started to move that she was hit by a sudden nauseousness. Her stomach lurched as she ran back towards the washroom to vomit.

She had a suspicion to what might be causing the sickness, but she found it hard to believe considering she and her husband have been trying for years and haven’t had any luck. And when they went to check with a doctor to see if everything was alright, they had told the couple that they couldn’t find an issue in either of them.

But she knew that she was pregnant. Somehow. Even though the baby was as big as a poppyseed and she wasn’t showing yet. She’d known since the day before, and today, she was going to tell Halsin.

Tav didn’t really have much time before her lover returned home, trying to get everything set up and ready within the next fifteen minutes. But she had just enough time to run into town and pick up some baby clothes and a pair of tiny brown shoes to match the little bear onesie. And when she got home, she placed the clothes and the shoes on the small wooden shoe rack by the front door. And to finish it off, she hung up and small wooden board above the shoe rack that read: ‘Starting our new adventure! Baby Silverbough, 1495!’

She didn’t want to get him too excited since she was still in the early stages of pregnancy and it was a pretty high risk, but she didn’t want to wait until she was showing to tell him, either, so this would have to do.

About two minutes after Tav finished setting up the house, the door flew open and she went to greet Halsin, who was taking off his shoes.

“Welcome back love,” she said sweetly, “would you mind putting your shoes on the shoe rack today please?”

Halsin froze, confused. She’d never had to ask him that before. But she didn’t give him enough time to question her before she spoke again.

“Put your shoes on the shoe rack.”

He was still confused, but he decided to follow her commands, placing his shoes on the wooden shoe rack. He froze when he saw the baby clothes—the sign. He was speechless. His eyes wandered from the baby clothes to his wife, back to the baby clothes before staring at Tav in disbelief.

“You’re being serious?” He managed to choke out over the growing excitement.

All she could do was nod, tears swelling in her eyes as she spoke again. “Dead serious.”

Halsin, too, had tears in his eyes as he took a few steps forward to embrace his lover. It was almost a bear-hug, but not quite. It was less suffocating.

They began to sway back and forth, crying into each other’s arms.

“You truly are amazing, you know that?” Halsin praised, looking down at his lover with a small, loving smile. “You never fail to surprise me, always making the impossible happen.”

“It truly is a miracle, isn’t it?” She purred.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was sweet and passionate as he involuntarily started to explore her body, only for her to push him away.

“Don’t get too touchy, now. I’m not taking the risk of losing this baby after only knowing about it for two days. We both know how wild you get during sex.”

[hwadess]

[00:28] stoner!yunho (s)

this is actually my first fic ever on this account and i haven’t really kept up with writing since like 2019??? lol… here goes nothing! i did not fully proof read this so if there are any errors pls let me know 😭 also, i feel like this goes without saying but obviously i know weed is NOT legal in south korea, but this is a work of fiction and i like having fun. i am 100% projecting. yep! anyways,

warnings are underneath the cut!

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warnings: reader has female anatomy and is called gendered terms associated primarily with females, !!!usage of marijuana!!!, dom!yunho, some light stoner terms, reader tells yunho to stop but doesnt mean it, size kink, use of nicknames/pet names/titles (baby girl, tiny, angel, doll, good girl, yuyu, sir), obv strong language, unprotected sex (please always stay safe during sex!), creampie, fingering, cunnilingus/oral (f receiving), degradation, humiliation. if i forgot any i will add!

word count: idk i edited it in app and lost track (jk update its 3,479!

your friend group was definitely a crazy one, hosting escapades you could never imagine by yourself, making so many memories. all of your firsts were with your friends by your side. hell, you would be with your friends every single second of every day if you could, but today when yunho came home talking about how he had someone in the group find some really good weed, you knew you had to try it alone with him. even though you knew you’d definitely hear from wooyoung about it later. yunho told you that he was sworn to that it would create one of the best highs you had ever faced.

god, you were hoping that his friend was right. you knew how you were when you smoked, you were excited. of course, the two of you could not waste such an opportunity, right?

your head is filled with warmth as your body started feeling floaty, the harsh coughing from the first hit of this third blunt really helping the feeling set in. the drug began to hit you even harder at this point, turning your entire world into a dizzy, yet comfortable daze. you look over at yunho, eyes half lidded from the effects of the bud, bright with the reflection of the led lights that outlined the corners of your bedroom walls.

you took a second to absorb every single detail of his appearance, his hoodie somehow big on him, making you wonder how you’d look wearing it, remembering how big he is already. he was wearing sweatpants, the string on it tightened just enough to hold them loosely around his hips. the weed had the gears in your mind grinding even harder than usual, he looked fucking amazing.

you don’t know if it was the overwhelming urge to be close to him, or what got into you, but before you knew it, your leg was thrown over his lap, and you were there, straddling him on the sofa in the bedroom. taken back by this a bit, yunho breathlessly laughs before cocking a brow at you, head lolling back lazily along the back of the couch from laughing. you take your almost completely cashed blunt, placing it in the ashtray beside the two of you, immediately bringing light kisses to the part of his neck thats barely exposed by the oversized hoodie. fuck, he was so perfect.

that’s all it took, his body began to react what seemed almost instantaneously, his hips subconsciously pressing against you, starting the process of getting hard, as he grabbed your waist for leverage.

“ooh what’s this, pretty girl,” he cooed out, pushing your hair back out of your face, exposing all of your features even more to him. you were so pretty, “some weed got your little pussy wet?”

“no, you did,” you barely managed, the breath barely leaving your lungs. he smirked at you before tapping your side, automatically remembering that’s his sign for wanting you to raise your arms to sneak off your shirt.

“well, i’d better take care of this little problem i created, don’t you think doll?” with large yet gentle hands, he eased you off his lap on the sofa to take you to the opposite side of the room to his bed.

the room was coated in a haze of smoke as the bed creaked ever so quietly underneath the weight of you two. the harsh smell of this particular leaf clung to your senses but you were used to it, the smell didn’t bother you as much as you thought. even if you weren’t used to it, you weren’t sure how much you could even pay attention to the smell of anything when your tall boyfriend was pulling off his sweatpants to reveal his semi-hardened cock. your mind was full, the thoughts mixing in your head, enough to make you fucking dizzy. the effects of what you smoked had long since taken over, you were feeling so much.

“you wanted to start this, so go ahead.” he said, moving back onto the bed with you and then laying down against the bed, head on the pillows, gesturing down with his chin.

you knew better than to act stupid. your whole body shuddered when you looked up at him and saw him wearing the cockiest smirk you swear you had ever seen in your life. he was gonna be the death of you.

you crawled on top of him, taking the same position you had on the bedroom sofa, but this time you took his thick cock in your hand, positioning the tip of him at your entrance.

“wait, angel” he interjected, grabbing your wrist to make you release his cock. your swear your need was about to boil over any second now, mind burning with the thought of how close he was to filling your needy hole up.

“do you think you can take me like this?” he asked, looking at how big his cock looked next to your cunt. you stared back at him, blinking blearily, you were overtaken with confusion and the empty feeling in your chest having the pleasure of his cock that was so tantalizingly close ripped away from you, so hungry for his cock buried in you.

“just a couple more things, doll,” yunho adjusted in his spot, putting pillows underneath the back of his head, so he was laying up a bit more. he brought one large hand to your waist to stabilize you so you stayed still on your knees above him while his other hand slid between your thighs, spreading your folds to run his finger down to find your wet entrance. when he felt the arousal seeping from you just by gliding his fingers through your slit, he hummed softly, sinking two digits inside you which drew a pathetic cry from you.

his fingers were coated in your wetness as he pulled them out, but he still took a moment to tease you by brushing the pads of his fingers along your clit and dip his fingers in just an inch or so a few times until he was satisfied enough with how worked up you were. it wasn’t until yunho retrieved it that you realized he had his unfinished blunt tucked behind his ear, licking off his fingers coated with your juices before grabbing the lighter on the nightstand and lighting it, unexpectedly blowing all the smoke right into your face, making your eyes burn with tears. if they were from the smoke, or from need, that you weren’t too sure of.

“alright pretty baby, you should sink down for me,” he ashed his blunt before looking back at you, cocking an eyebrow at you, making you shiver.

his eyes were on your shaky ones as you eagerly positioned him at your entrance. the moan you let out as every single inch of thick cock grazed against against your walls menacingly slow was absolutely sinful. the neediness in your moan made yunho’s cock twitch inside you as you slowly worked him deeper into your wet cunt.

“now that’s a good girl, huh?,” yunho groaned out, one arm beneath his head on the pillow and the other gripping your waist. between his lips was the blunt, smoke going up in a helix from the burning tip and the corner of his mouth as he panted, feeling your tight walls squeeze him, filling up your little stretched out cunt.

your body was so sensitive to every touch, every single feeling running through your body. you could feel yunho’s cock everywhere. it was so overwhelming. all you could think about was how delicious it felt that his cock was ramming into that one particular spot that made you feel like you were going to pass out right there on his dick splitting you open.

your whole body was so sensitive from the pot, so much so that you found yourself on the edge quickly. your body began to tremble harder than you have before and you gasped out to your boyfriend, hands reaching to bring him closer,

“fuck. i’m gonna cum.” yunho laughs, feeling your cunt clench around his cock, “already, huh?” he mocks you, taking another hit while he watches your trembling fingers leave the grip on his shirt to find your swollen clit to hurl yourself into your crashing orgasm. your hips spasmed uncontrollably and your cunt was squeezing him as you came all around his thick cock, but you continued to ride him, abandoning your clit in favor of going back to grabbing onto his hoodie for leverage.

“fuck, tiny, you’re so good,” he grunted, rutting his cock up into you deeper. “yuyu, y-your c-cock is… s-so g-good,” you barely managed to choke out, bottoming out and grinding your clit against the base of his cock as you felt another orgasm already building in your tummy.

“gonna cum again?” he laughed this time, making your cheeks sting with humilation, but if anything this fueled you working yourself over the edge for him until you were trembling on top of his cock once more.

“fuck!” you yelped out, focusing on your bouncing to aim his cock to brush against the spot that feels the best. you didn’t even give yourself a break, eager to find your next release, eager to make him cum. you just wanted to be so good for him, all you wanted him was for him to fill you up with his cum.

yunho was basically panting, skin glowing shiny under the blue led lights in the room as a light coat of sweat coated his forehead, and he couldn’t deny that you looked so gorgeous right now. he adored when you were so insatiable to the point where you lost your mind on his cock, using him as your toy to make yourself cum. he was more than happy to sit there and let you take what your body needed.

and you, you were a sight for sore eyes. sweat beading over your body with your head thrown back, as you ground down on him with your little cunt filled with his long cock. you had already cum so much already, and you weren’t sure how much or what time it even was. time was a blur at this point, and it was the last thing you were gonna think about. the creases of your thighs, as well as his were both covered in your cum, creating sloppy, loud wet noises every time your skin met.

you were positive you had stained the bed beneath the two of you now, there was no way it hadn’t. it was filthy and you both fucking loved it.

“fuck, yunho!” you pathetically wailed, holding yourself down as deep as possible once you bottomed out, reaching down with a desperate hand to brush against your swollen clit gently enough to initiate the most toe-curling orgasm out of yourself that you think you have ever experienced. yunho groaned, pulling the blunt out of his mouth to blow a lungful of smoke back into your face as you gasped for air from cumming so hard.

“god, i can fucking feel you cum like that doll,” he groaned, tucking the rillo back in his mouth in to grab onto your tits, relentlessly pinching your hardened nipple between his fingers.

“jesus fucking christ,” you groaned, placing your hands behind you on his thighs, using him for leverage as you began to bounce onto him again. you had no idea how the burn of your thighs wasn’t bothering you as much as it should’ve been, but you just equated it to the thc flowing through your system. “you feel so fucking good, yuyu, fuck!”

“what was that?” something shifted in him, watching you through dark and heavy eyes as you lost yourself on his cock. his cock twitched in your cunt so hard, “your tiny cunt’s so fucking sensitive, couldn’t stop cumming even if you wanted to, huh?”

“fuck. yuyu, i’m gonna cum.” the nickname took his breath away, he loved how pathetic and small you looked while hungrily bouncing on his cock, calling him such a cute nickname. he could never admit it but the nickname made him fall apart, but he wasn’t going to admit that. yunho hisses, feeling your cunt clench around his cock that he swears has never been this hard before.

your head went blank, everything was subconscious at this point, digging your nails into the skin of his thighs, grinding your clit against the hilt every time his cock filled you to the brim.

yunho scowled, seemingly unsatisfied that you weren’t answering him. he sat up slightly, tangling a hand into your hair and gripping a fistful tightly to force you to stop bouncing on him, making your eyes meet his worriedly.

your pupils were blown, eyes shining with tears of need. your body was trembling above him as a sign that you were desperately close to another orgasm, and he stole that from you. this was the first time he had really moved since you got onto the bed, and the sight of him taking another long, thick hit, tapping off the ash off the side of the bed carelessly, and then blowing the smoke right into your face with a blank expression had you clenching pathetically around him.

“hmm, i asked you a question, angel,” he cooed, speech a little mumbled as he held the blunt between his lips again to free up both of his hands. wrapping both hands around your waist to shove you onto his cock the deepest it could possibly reach.

“i, i didn’t hear what you asked…” you whimpered, his cock making contact with your cervix from the angle he was sitting at now.

“i know that. poor thing,” he loosened his hold on your hair to move to cup your face almost a confusing amount of gentle, “so fucked out on my cock you can’t even think? is that what’s happening here?”

“y-yes sir,” you whimpered, the attempt to grind down against him unnoticed failed as your clit throbbed so painfully from the neglect.

“sir, huh? cute. sir fucked you dumb?” he smirked, reaching up and taking away the blunt completely now, putting it fully in the ashtray that was at the nightstand.

“y-yes,” it was a small reply, not able to get anything out that was more than that. you just wanted to cum for him again.

“my stupid little baby girl,” he chuckled, his lips against yours. you immediately responded, the pot aftertaste lingering in his mouth. you wrapped your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss as you began to bounce on him again.

“fuck,” you cried, feeling close as you ground your clit against his pelvic bone every time you sunk down onto him. yunho lowered himself back down against the pillows again, but this time, he wasn’t letting you take control in any sort of way this time. he started to fuck up into your dripping cunt instead of leaving the work to you completely.

“rub that clit tiny, cum on my cock again,” he panted out, grabbing your free hand, which had been busy playing with your nipples, to press your fingers against flush your clit. “fuck that’s it,” he praised when he felt your pussy flutter around him, watching you gently circle the bud as you rode him to your high.

the sight of you just using his body for your own pleasure while feeling your warm cunt wrapped around his throbbing cock was beginning to become too much, he could feel the heat of his own orgasm beginning to sneak up on him. the amount of self control he’s able to show after all this time was still astounding to you, and you just wanted to break that and let him paint your insides with his cum.

“fuck, fuck, i’m cumming again,” you got out in between broken words and gasps for air, thighs trembling as your high washed over you so hard it almost hurt. this time, the force from the orgasm was so intense you were unable to hold yourself up and you leaned down to rest your face against his chest as you panted and trembled through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

everything happened way too fast, and suddenly you found yourself on your back with yunho towering above you. his cock slipped out of you in the process, making your hole clench pathetically when you realized you weren’t full anymore.

“what are you doing…” you whined, arching your hips in a lazy attempt to get him back inside you.

“im gonna eat you out,” he mumbled, instantly lowering on the bed until his head was between your thighs. “oh fuck, you’re soaking,” he used his thumbs to spread your folds apart, exposing your entrance and swollen clit to the chilly air in the room. “how many times have you cum?”

“i don’t remember,” you muttered almost lifelessly. it felt so nice to be lying on your back again and giving your legs a break. you were so gone at this point, how could you remember?

“what a slut,” he growled, dragging the flat of his tongue against the tip of your clit, before shoving his tongue into your hole, coating his tongue in your delicious juices. your hands shuffling to yank at his hair when he used the tip of his tongue to graze your clit gently.

“holy fuck, that feels so good,” you whined out, arching your hips to grind against his tongue, making him chuckle.

it was unfair, how fucking good yunho’s cock felt in you, and how he had a sinfully good mouth. the feeling of his tongue licking over your swollen bud and you remembering how good his cock felt filling you up just minutes ago had you you cumming so much, spiraling into another screaming orgasm. this time, however, as your eyes rolled back and you let out a shriek of his nickname that he loved so much, you felt yourself utterly gush against his tongue.

“fuuuck,” yunho growled, sitting back on his heels before immediately sliding into your embarrassingly wet cunt without a second thought. the noises that came when he sunk into you would have embarrassed you if you not for the weed and the adrenaline pumping through your system.

“c-can’t anymore, yuyu, please stop,” you whined, but made no attempts to halt him as he began pounding into your sopping wet cunt.

“fuck. i. got. you. babygirl,” he whispered through grunts, attempting to give your lips little pecks although his deep and rough thrusts offset them a bit. “can you cum once more for me?” he panted out, eyes scanning over your fucked out, dumb expression.

“if you cum in me,” you compromised, drawing a dark change in his eyes from him as he nodded.

“anything you want, tiny,” the two of you fell into relative silence aside from your whines and moans mixing with his grunts and the wet sound of his cock fucking so deeply your cunt. he licked his pretty fingers before reaching down to spread your lips open and found your swollen clit, brushing against your bud softly as he knew how sensitive it would be and it felt like someone was shooting electricity down your nerves.

he continued to fuck you until you reached your last high, thighs clamping and trembling around his waist and your hand ripping his away from your throbbing clit. with a handful of powerful, deep thrusts, ropes of his thick cum were filling you up, and a long drawn-out groan came from his sweet lips.

the both of you were still for a minute, just sharing a moment to take a few deep breaths as his cock softened inside you before he pulled out, making you gasp from the realization of how spent your hole was. his cum leaked out of you, dripping down onto his blue comforter. he sighed, before catching it with his fingers. he brought his wet and soiled fingers to your lips, and you eagerly took them into your mouth with a small whimper; the bitter flavor of his cum spreading over your tongue.

watching yunho sink his exhausted body down to force your thighs apart wasn’t an uncommon occurrence when the two of you were done. you were tired but you sighed, letting your eyes gently shut as his tongue slid between your folds to catch the mixture of both of your cum thats leaking out of you profusely at this rate, while being gentle enough to not even brush against your clit anymore tonight.

“i love you,” yunho pets your head, fingers combing gently through your hair, “so good for me.”

“i love you, yuyu,” you hum. you don’t think you’re ever smoking with any of your friends present ever again.

[lix-ables]

the escort.

pairing — lee minho x reader | fake dating(?)!au

word count — 1052 words

rating — 18+ mdni.

genre — smut, includes teasing, slight hand kink, teeny bit of fingering, light biting, mentions of deep throating and slight corruption.

NOTE — yes i may have read the kiss quotient a long time ago and fell in love with michael phan, and that inspired this, what about it? shut up i maybe a closeted hopeless romantic after all. hopefully this fic makes up for the next two weeks till my tests are done sigh. but also hello hi @tasteleeknow please take this as a mini birthday gift tehehe and for also omg being such an amazing writer??? also @lino-nyangi i need help this man is just

it was that damn shirt again.

the same black buttoned down shirt he wore when he first walked into your apartment and had you laid out on your couch, kneeled down on your floor while his fingers made their way all the way down to your thighs and squeezed them. just once. but the look he had in his eyes, and the cocky smirk that sat on his now cold face, the stare that never left you when he had you whining and weak in his arms as he let those same fingers tease your inner thighs, tracing circles to your skin which made you shiver.

how many button downs does this man own?

“already?” minho lifts up a brow, interrupting your thoughts, when he spreads your legs before his eyes set on the stain at the centre of your underwear and you cursed at yourself mentally. “and, i haven’t done anything yet,” he sighs, watching your face once again as he lets his fingers trace that same stain, eyes searching for any signs of visible pleasure on your face, making you feel like he was staring into your soul. “i asked you a question, darling.” “mhmm,” you nod, humming at the sound of his voice – it was low, almost gravelly you noticed, but now wasn’t the time to think about how his voice was, especially now when minho was in the process of getting you completely stripped out of your clothes.

but this was not supposed to happen. this thing(i) with minho was supposed to be a one time thing – to forget about your annoying ex with his stupid dick inside someone else’s cunt and yet here you were, for the third time this week, with this man’s fingers ready to fuck you, again. here you were, for the third time this week, in your apartment when you’re going to find yourself waking up to him leaving at the crack of dawn, just after making sure for the fifth time that you were well taken care of. the third time since the month started, with your mind filled with just minho’s fingers, and the way he bit lightly yet expertly, if you had to put it, into your inner thigh, marking you almost, as you sat in your bathtub, and fingered yourself twice(i) till your body could no longer take it, and your thighs were shuddering. then you remembered, that was just this afternoon, before you got out to meet him. how does he fucking do that?

if your either of your best friends saw you right now, not in this specific position of you, on the couch, your hair in a messy bun, ready to be brain-dumb with no thoughts in your head except for how gorgeous and addictive this man’s hands were – you didn’t want to think about it.

“your head’s not here,” minho whispers into your ear, leaning away from you and stands up, buttoning up his shirt again. you blink your eyes  at the man in front of you, propping up on your elbows as you watch him closely. “w-what?” you mumble at, you weren’t sure if what you said even made sense to him. “i said your head is not here, darling. you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“i was just thinking about the day before,” you let out. the day before. the last time you saw minho, and the last time you went on a dinner with him, where he took you to a restaurant near your apartment, one that you never really went to before, and then brought you back home safe, with his palm resting at your lower back as he guided you inside before pushing you lightly up against the wall, locking the door behind him while his fingers tucked your hair behind your ear, his eyes on you the whole time.

“what about the day before?” minho asks, sitting down next you, picking your legs up and resting them on his lap, his fingers absentmindedly tracing more patterns to your bare calf. “i liked it,” you smile a little, getting shy right after as you play back what exactly happened the day before. “you know i like it when you use your words, hmm?” minho says after a moment of silence, leaning back on the couch and tilts his head to face you properly. his fingers never stop for a minute, distracting you from what he was saying. “tell me, what about the day before?” he hums, finally grabbing your attention, a small smile visible on his face now. “i can tell you what i liked about it,” he sighs, lifting a hand up, raking his fingers through his now tousled hair. you hum in response, the sound left your throat, you realised, and you found yourself turning red at the noise you made.

“the day before, was the first time i made you come against the wall. i couldn’t take you past the door that day,” minho recalls, his fingers coming to a stop on your thighs, resting there before continuing, his eyes closed. “you should’ve seen how pretty you looked, with your hair let down, and your fingers clutching onto your dress because i told you to, and my face between your pretty thighs. i wanted to mark you up that day, red, maybe some purple too, if you let me,” he opens his eyes again, only to find you staring at him, your face pink from how shy you were getting at his words.

“the day before, was also the first time i wanted to fuck your throat. i wanted to fuck your throat since the first time i laid eyes on you, but i thought, you’d be too shy, too precious to break. until of course, you came for me, five times, if i counted right, with your legs shaking and my fingers deep inside that cunt,” minho finshed, this time, getting up from where he sat, and moved to the floor again, his hand in yours, pulling you with him, as he made you sit on the couch.

“you’d let me do that again, won’t you?” he mumbles, bringing your fingers to his lips, kissing your fingertips as his eyes looked at your face. “you’d come for me again won’t you, darling?”

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[hkblack]

Let me tell you a story...

It starts in the summer of 2021. Honestly it probably starts a little before that. 2020 through 2022 ish are a bit hazy because there was a lot of sitting around at home doing nothing.

Somewhere in that haziness my partner goes “wait, you haven’t watched this Good Omens show yet? And you haven’t read the book? … oh no. You should do that.”

And immediately after finishing the show I knew I was in trouble. I knew if I read the book I would absolutely fall down the fandom rabbit hole and be trapped, and so for a very long while, I didn’t. Until I did.

And then in August 2021, I wandered into fandom. I had been lurking. Seeing what AO3 had to offer. Crawling back onto Tumblr. But I had a story idea, and I needed a beta reader. And the last time I was in fandom, LiveJournal was still a thing, so I didn’t know where to go.

I found out about Discord, and I signed up for a thousand servers, it felt like, and in one server I bravely started sticking my neck out.

There was talk about someone writing a Human AU on a farm, and farm animals in general, and I chimed in about goat-scaping. And then I made the joke that would seal my fate.

“I don’t know if I could write a kid fic, but you know. I could write a kid (goat) fic.”

It was meant to be a short, sweet, meet-cute. Professor Aziraphale has a goat from the goat scaping team break into his office. Based loosely on a campus experience where a member of the goat-scaping team at a campus I was on tried (and failed) to get into a classroom once.

A simple formula. Maybe a 4+1? 4 times a goat broke into Professor Aziraphale Fell’s office, and one time it didn’t.

I even found the first beta reading request. First chapter done, I’ve got four more planned. Rated T.

Ha.

I started writing Chapter 5, you know, the final chapter, and realized—there’s more to this story. These characters have life, and story, and who doesn’t want to see more goats? Also, had I truly fulfilled the “kid-fic” portion of my joke?

I think we can all agree that no, no I hadn’t.

So, I kept writing. But I also found my stride in other Discord Servers and in Fandom in general. And in the winter of 2021, I went on a beta-reading blitz for the Gift Exchange happening in the Do It With Style Events Discord server. I read something like 14? 15? stories in a very short amount of time and in doing so, got to know some really amazing people and began to carve out my spot in the community.

From this server I found folks with lived goat-experience who were willing to share and advise me. From this server I found beta readers and brit pickers willing to cheer me on and guide my writing to the best version it could be. I found friends and joy and I found community.

And if you look very carefully through the pages of Bleating Hearts, I think that at its heart, past the puns, past the obvious fast burn love story, and the crooked Luce Matin and demanding James Starr, and even beyond the goats, it’s a story about finding your place in a community. While we talk about Aziraphale and Crowley and their relationship, so many people have asked me about Anathema and Crowley at the chicken coop (we only got to see Newt and Aziraphale in the bedroom). The most commented on scene is Anathema pulling the car over and getting Aziraphale’s consent to go to Tracy’s for lunch.

It's a story with goats, romance, and drama. But it’s a story about community.

I have thanked the people most involved a thousand times over, and I will always take an excuse to thank them again. @ambrasue, my ride or die beta reader. She is who to thank for the sentences making sense. And for me not beating you all over the head with the word “Gently.” HolRose, for the Brit-Picking and second pair of eyes when Ambra and I had gone cross-eyed, and always, always, always having a kind comment ready to go for every chapter update. @writingordinaryrealities, for all things Goats, and for not laughing at me when we met in person and I lost my cool over real life goats.

@mirjam-writes! Mirjam made me my first ever fanart for one of my fanfics! And so many more of you have followed suit and I never know what to say when I see it but I always make a noise and run excitedly to my partner and flap my hands and show him his heart and he always gets the dumbest smile and goes, “I love when people make you goat fanart. You are adorable when you’re verklempt.”

But also, the DIWS and Good Omens community. Every single person who shouted at one of my snippets when I needed a boost and shared a bit of what I was proud of. Every single person who tagged me in a goat video—you all have tagged me in so many goat videos. I watch each and every one of them. Every single person who got excited when I said I was finally ready to start posting.

Because you see, that support, that community, led me to pay it forward. At TIC4 in 2023, I had just finished my panel on beta reading and was feeling a bit amped up. I saw in the chat that someone wanted to talk Slow Show and Human Aus and, I don’t know if y’all know this, but uh, I’m a big fan of human AUs. And so I hopped into the break out room and met J.

J is a lovely human who has been fandoming since the OG Star Trek days with Kirk and Spock. She had found a physical copy of Slow Show and just needed to talk to someone, anyone about it. She wasn’t sure what the Archive was, she was still learning her way around digital fandom, and I instantly wanted to reach out and help her find community and joy the way I had when I got started in the fandom. So, I sat down and I gave her my favorites. I told her how to find me on socials. We connected on Discord. We sent each other long letters back and forth on Discord sharing our joys and frustrations and our love of GO and talking about all sorts of other things. And it has been amazing listening to her stories and getting to know her.

Unbeknownst to me, J had reached out to @brunheiffer to ask for a physical copy of Bleating Hearts. Now—I’m all for fandom in the physical space, but it’s never even crossed my mind to do more than something printed out at my home printer, hastily hole punched, and shoved into a binder so I could sneak fanfiction reading time during 5th period math class after I was done with my worksheets many, many, many moons ago. When brunheiffer reached out and asked if they could print and bind a copy for me—I didn’t know what to say. Or do. Or think. I think I keysmashed? I keysmashed after I made my partner read the message out loud. And then I went and looked through tumblr and all of brunheiffer’s excellent work. And then I went, “Do I say yes?” and he went “um YES OF COURSE YOU SAY YES. WHAT”

So, I said yes.

I also said yes to progress shots and got to watch some of the coolest work ever. I didn’t know how books…ya know…booked. Witchcraft probably? I’m still convinced there is witchcraft involved, but there is also an incredible amount of skill, and time, and patience, and hard work, and love that is put into making a book a book. And learning what I did, and watching the process, and seeing the care that brunheiffer put into each of the three (THREE!) sets of books that were made (one for me, one for brunheiffer, one for J), was just stunning.

Do you know, J reached out to me and apologized for not asking me first and asked me if it was okay that she had reached out and asked if brunheiffer would do this for her? Why would I ever be against something so heartfelt and kind?

I cried.

I legitimately sat in my office and cried.

When people ask me how I write the way I do, or why I write, or anything along those lines. I have the same answer. “I write for myself.”

Oh sure, I started to write Bleating Hearts to make Ambra laugh and/or have feelings, but at the end of the day, when I write, it is because I need to get the bed time stories I tell myself at night, the day dreams while sitting on the bus, out of my head and somewhere else—so that a new movie can play. And when I write, I write knowing that I will come back to that story. That I will forget the little pieces (because I have a pretty shit memory tbh), and I’ll be able to go back, and wrap myself up in the comfort of the story I have written, and be surprised by some of the little details I left as presents for myself. And be excited. And be happy. And watch my favorite movie again.

So every time I see someone make art of this story, or talk about how they love the story, or how happy it made them, or the feelings it inspired, or how reading goats made them want to write their own fanfiction—I get, well, like my partner says, “verklempt.” I don’t know what to do with that feeling, other than to just be overwhelmed that somehow something I made to entertain me has brought other people so much joy. Has helped people connect and find community.

What a powerful and beautiful thing that is.

Not everything I write is going to be Bleati—y'all I am just going to call it Goats. Calling it Bleating Hearts feels so weird. It’s Goats. That’s the name of the story. That’s my name for the story.

Anyway.

Not everything is going to be Goats. I’ve got some wips in the hopper right now that are um…lots of angst and heavy spice. Not everything I write is going to be liked by everyone. Some of it may even offend you.

But knowing that this one thing has inspired you all to the point that I’ve been gifted the ability to hold my story in my hand?

That’s powerful.

And it only exists because this community, this Good Omens community, has come together and chosen joy.

There’s some bad apples out there, there are in every bunch. But I am liberal with my block button and have been blessed to find a welcoming and warm community that creates some amazing and incredible art—whether that’s like actual like digital or pen to paper art, or the fiction you write, or the podfics you record, or the meta analysis you write, or the playlists or the animatics or the beta reading or the shouting unhinged support or the role playing or the plushies, or the books you bind—this community is full of incredibly creative and amazing people.

So thanks, y’all, for letting me part of your community, and enjoying my silly little goat fic. And thank you brunheiffer and J for this amazing gift.

If you haven’t read it, or just want to reread it, you can read Bleating Hearts (GOATS) on Archive of Our Own.

All my love,

HK

(I am the most cringe sap on main right now. No regurts)

[codywanfirstkissbingo]

Round-Up Part Three!

As of this very posting, did you know that the Codywan Fandom is now 69 first kisses richer than they were at the start of the month?  It’s true!  Sixty-Nine new first kisses from newbies and veterans of fandom.  Your CWFKB mods been so impressed with everyone’s different takes on the prompts, but we would like to shout out everyone who’s filled the “dip kiss” prompt with Cody getting to be the one dipped– we think these fills very well may have quadrupled the number of “Cody is the one being dipped” works in fandom.  

If you haven’t posted yet or if you signed up for a card and haven’t been able to participate the way that you’d hoped, please accept our “don’t worry about it!” kiss on your forehead.  While the event itself is time-limited for the sake of counting up bingos and blackouts, we’d love to see your fills whenever you have the time and inspiration to share them– just tag the blog and we’ll share your first kiss whenever it’s ready– you can’t hurry love, after all!

And finally, please remember that comments and reblogs feed hungry authors and artists– we’re all already in love with codywan and smooshing their faces together to KISS, so please don’t feel shy about telling your fellow first kissers how much you love them, too, for helping to bring more codywan love into galaxies near and far, far away.  You can start with a reblog of this post to share all the fills for the week, and when you get a chance, drop your co-creators a smooch-moji, a keysmash, or an eloquent tag essay in appreciation.  

All our amazing fills are below the cut:

Art

@dontbelasagnax (on AO3) posted art for a neck kiss. 

@coline7373 (on AO3) gave us two art pieces this week– an absentminded kiss and a chaste kiss.  

Fics

@anclastic-azurite (Saerus2665 on AO3) posted their first fill of the event with a sticky kiss and followed it up with a magical kiss.

@babygirlbridger (lothcatthree on AO3) gave us a fill for morning breath kiss.

@dontbelasagnax (on AO3) also wrote a fic fill for desperate kiss.

@foreverchangingfandomsao3 (on AO3) is really making a bid for a blackout, with fills for:  highly anticipated kiss, a dip kiss, an upside down kiss, a hand kiss, a kiss with tongue, an anticlimactic kiss, a BINGO with a chaste kiss. 

@inkformyblood (Quicksilverfox3 on AO3) gave us fills for true love’s kiss, and a morning breath kiss. 

@insertmeaningfulusername (InsertSthMeaningful on AO3) gave us a fill for a kiss on the cheek.

@itsgoldleaf (goldleaf1066 on AO3) posted a fill for hand kiss.

@lttrsfrmlnrrgby (thosenearandfarwars on AO3) had fills for gross kiss and true love’s kiss.

@meebles (firelord_zutara on AO3) had a fill for an anticlimactic kiss.

@michaelaariadne (on AO3) had a fill for a swapped prompt, using the shotgun kiss fill.

@phoneycam (camochofas2u2 on AO3) posted their very first fic on AO3 (CONGRATULATIONS!!!) with a fill for painful kiss and then filled another square for desperate kiss.

@podcasts-8-my-heart (ShadowNekoinaTardis on AO3) posted a fill for a neck kiss. 

@random-letters-i-just-thought-of (on AO3) posted a fill for kiss it better. 

@wrennette (on AO3) was the first BINGO of the entire event with a fill for highly-anticipated kiss.  

Thanks to everyone who posted this week, and thanks to everyone who's read, commented, kudos-ed, liked, and reblogged our first kissers' fills. If we missed a fill, missed a bingo count, or forgot your fill here, please inbox us here and we'll take a look.

[vveirdnobdy]

CRYING!!! JUST READ YOUR NEW TCF/GENSHIN CROSSOVER AND IM SO IN LOVE??? THANK YOU FOR SHARING!!!

No like seriously it's amazing and it's already one of my very favorite tcf fics out there. I can't wait to see more of Cale just being the nerd we all know he is and Alberu just going absolutely feral. I haven't touched genshin in forever and a year but you made me want to play it. (I have REALLY bad gacha luck on genshin and it killed my motivation for the game since I'm a f2p. I have not pulled even one 5 star lol.)

I will always support dragon Cale. And BABY dragon Cale??? Sign me UP.

AHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!

I’ll be real I’m someone who has spent insane amounts of time on Genshin to the point of multiple burnouts (Stopped playing at Sumeru released then hyper focused miserably on Sumeru played for a few updates and then stopped playing again at Fontaine release and here I am hyper focusing an insane amount once more) Straight up there’s a reason I have details like Cale having had multiple accounts and shit, because that is me I had multiple accounts.

I will say if you do revisit the game if you’re willing maybe make a new account? Only saying this cause my first account was pretty similar luck wise so I had always lost the 50/50 plus had to reach hard pity in order to get a 5 star, and then I made a new account and my luck is insane on that account. Swear that shit is tied to email.

When it comes to Cale nerd moments I can’t stress enough that it’s also my nerd moments, I think about this game a normal amount. And we haven’t even gotten into Alberu going batshit yet, wait until he meets Klee it’s going to be glorious.

AND BABY DRAGON CALE MY BELOVED. The Dragon Cale brainrot started cause of a different Tcf crossover I’m making atm, but the Genshin reobsession happened and it leaked into it. Also my totally normal views on any Dragon in media(I have favorites.) When it comes to the baby dragon detail, it’s not something I’ll go to far into as of now, but it is something that will be vastly expanded on in the fic itself. (Such as the little detail of baby dragons being terrible at hiding themselves.)

Outside of all that I’m so very glad you’re enjoying it! I’m afraid I didn’t pre write chapters when releasing this first one so it’s updates will be inconsistent as it’s more so a ‘gets posted when the chapters done’ kinda deal, but that also means I get a lot of time to cook with my writing! I hope you continue to enjoy the story as chapters are posted!

And I’ll leave this off on a note relating to events in Chapter 2 as a treat:

Cale is the sleepiest eepiest guy around

[cows-wearing-my-sweater]

celestial

word count: 1044 warnings: none notes: i was in the middle of writing a totally different fic but i suddenly got way more inspiration for this so i kinda had to do it LOL (p.s listen to mazzy star or slowdive while u read this)

“I thought I was so obvious about it,” you say with a laugh.

Matty shrugs. “Maybe I just couldn’t believe I deserve someone like you.”

You tap his shoe with yours, a simple sign of affection. It’s easy with him. It’s easy to say nothing and everything while you lie next to Matty on your rooftop in the dead of night. It’s that early summer sort of night, the type where the air smells sweet and cool, and the stars are brighter than you previously remembered. You wonder if the dot in the sky that seems to sparkle is Venus. A moment of comfortable quiet falls before you prod him further. “Someone like me?”

“Well, yeah.” Matty says this as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re just… you. It feels like I’m doing you a disservice when I try to find something I can compare you to. ‘Course I didn’t think someone like you was gonna be fucking in love with me. Not after I’ve acted like a twat so much,” he adds.

You hum thoughtfully at this. Your hand searches for his in the dark, and when you find it you link your pinky fingers together. You’ve always done this – the motion is second nature now. You like to imagine you can feel electric pulses running between the two bodies through such a small action, like you’re two parts bonding into a whole. “You’re not that much of a twat,” you tease him. “I’d still like you even if you were. You’re just too good.”

“You’re crazy,” Matty tells you affectionately.

“Says you.” 

Matty doesn’t respond, but taps your foot. It means “I love you.”

You bring your focus back up to the stars and point out a constellation to Matty. You don’t really see the shapes they supposedly make, but you know they’re there regardless. “It always amazes me that these are the same stars that have always been watching us. It’s the same sky and moon too. They’re constants.” You say this more to yourself than to Matty, but he listens nonetheless. “So much has changed but it’s still the same universe. We’re still so small and it’s still so big.”

Matty studies you while you speak. Your eyes reflect like pools of the celestial sky; he could dive in them and be bathed in starlight. He could reach out and touch your skin and it would burn him, just as if he had touched a star. His fingers beg to trace your lips in an attempt to capture the sounds that escape them; it equates to hearing a beautiful orchestra for the very first time.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you point out. You had been speaking for quite awhile, completely uninterrupted. Usually Matty would have thrown in his own thoughts by now, but he’s still just watching you speak. 

“Am I?” he asks with a frown.

You nod and slip your hand from his, raising it to poke his temple with your index finger. “What’s going on in there?”

Matty grins at you. He’s been waiting for this opportunity. “D’you really wanna know?”

“Yes, idiot, of course I do/”

A look of satisfaction appears upon Matty’s face. “I’ve been thinking about you and what you’re like and how I still get surprised that you’re in love with me the same way I am with you. And I’m in love with the way you love, [Y/N], you have so much affection for such beautiful things. You make me feel like a beautiful thing with your love.” You take note of the familiar glint in his eyes, the way he seems to emanate energy when he gets excited and can’t stop rambling. “There’s a natural sort of beauty about you and some days I’m not sure a world like this could have produced something so perfect. It’s like… you must have been sculpted from some celestial body that we haven’t discovered yet. If there were some kind of divine power, you’d be the reason I'd believe in it.”

You bring yourself closer to Matty and nestle yourself by his side, his arm wrapping around you. “I was right when I said you’re just too good.” You think hard on what to say next, turning Matty’s own words over in your head again and again. It’s more than difficult to be so effortlessly poetic in the moment the way Matty is. You tell him this. “I wish I could place you right inside my head so you would be able to see just how much you occupy my mind every single day. You’re everywhere I look and my love for you follows. It lives where I live.”

Matty leans into you further, turns his head to rest on yours. He needs to breathe you in. “You know when something just feels really right, like it’s where you’re supposed to be?” he asks. His voice is softer now, his lips closer to your ear.

“Yeah. Definitely.”

“This is one of those things. Being with you, I mean.”

“I could’ve told you that from day one,” you tease. “You were too busy thinking I couldn’t be in love with you.”

Matty gasps dramatically. “I cannot believe you’d speak to me like that after I poured my heart out to you.”

You pointedly ignore this. Tree branches up above you sprawl across the sky, reaching out into nothingness. Gentle breeze shakes them, leaves rattling in unison. The sound makes you tired, and Matty’s body warmth certainly doesn’t help. You stifle a yawn, but not without Matty noticing.

“You wanna go back inside, darling?”

You give a noncommittal shrug. Truthfully, you want to stay out here all night, watch the sky slowly turn to a rosy pink and hear the familiar bird calls; you want to watch things start anew. You’re just as content with the thought of a soft bed though, and, more importantly, Matty’s rhythmic breathing to lull you off to sleep. 

The stars twinkle kindly down upon you and your lover. You hope that when you die you become a big ball of light. You hope that Matty joins you in that way, nothing but pure energy, withstanding time and space. You could be eternalized in this universe with him.

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple Slices - Slice 2

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way | Slice 1 | Slice 2

@idontknowreallywhy asked a question and I tried to answer it, but Alex and Virgil refused to behave, so we have a fic, but no answers. Also, fic is sugary sweet goop.

Oh, and it should be noted that all these Slices are standalone fics within the universe - consider them slices of life with these two :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the read through. Again, I might need to offer her that dental plan. Also to @idontknowreallywhy for egging me on.

I hope you enjoy this romantic sugar fest.

-o-o-o-

“You know, isn’t all this stuff secret?” Alex gestured around him.

Virgil shrugged and tilted his head. “You looking to sell it to anyone?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “God, no! I wouldn’t-“

The rescue operative grabbed him by both arms. “Hey, I’m kidding. We know you wouldn’t do such a thing.”

Alex froze. “We?”

Those gorgeous biceps relaxed just a little. “You don’t think we let just anyone onto our Island, do you?” And he arched a lovely eyebrow.

“You have such beautiful eyebrows.”

Both suddenly shot up.

Oh, did he say that out loud?

Eh, blame it on the concussion…from a few days ago now. The Tracy family had shown no sign of needing to kick him, or his mum, off this amazing chunk of rock. Today Virgil was off rota and Thunderbird Two was set for regular maintenance, so he had been asked down here to ‘keep Virgil company’.

So far ‘maintenance’ had consisted of staring up at the great green Thunderbird, staring around her hanger, an extended session of smooching under her tail fin, and now he was sitting on the edge of Thunderbird Two’s co-pilot seat caught between stunned amazement and the percentage chance of another snoggy in the corner.

Any corner. There were at least four in the cockpit. Did that roof hatch open?

Honestly, he had never thought this would be his state of mind when he finally got to see all of this up close.

Of course, it wasn’t the first time he had been aboard Thunderbird Two. But last time had been sudden and unexpected and his brain had been fretting over so many things.

Now he was so happy he was likely to blow a blood vessel or something.

“Yours aren’t bad either.”

What? He scrolled the conversation back a little. Oh, eyebrows. Huh. “Never thought about them much. Yours, however, definitely require thorough consideration.” He reached up a hand, and hesitating for permission, brushed a finger the length of Virgil’s left eyebrow.

Chocolate eyes eyed him from beneath. “This is new.”

Be daring. “All of this is new.” He withdrew his hand.

“You have a point.” As if in revenge, Virgil reached up and brushed a tangle of Alex’s messy blond hair behind an ear. “I can definitely get used to it.”

He also had the most beautiful smile.

Okay, he had to stop this line of thought before he grabbed Virgil and really embarrassed himself.

“Um, yeah.” He gestured vaguely around the cockpit. “How long have you been flying Thunderbird Two?”

Virgil sat back a little and let go of Alex. “Nine years as her primary pilot. Took over from my Uncle in ‘55. Though there has been some downtime during that time.”

“And you keep her maintained?”

“Me and Brains.”

“Who’s Brains?”

Virgil’s lips twisted. “You haven’t met him yet.”

Oh.

“Don’t worry.” Virgil reached across the dash and flipped a few switches. “He tends to keep to himself. I’ll drag him out of his lab later.” His finger retreated to his jawline. “I think you’ll like him.”

“I will?”

“You’ll see.”

Okay, be mysterious.

“Would you like some coffee?”

Alex stared at him. “You’re really asking that question? Even after how many times I’ve managed to steal coffee off of you.”

Virgil smirked as he stood up. “It was really only once and you were very amusing.”

“Amusing!”

Virgil was laughing as he strode over to a corner of the cockpit, hit some buttons, and revealed the holy grail of all coffee.

Alex couldn’t help but stand up and be drawn to it. Virgil had given him the plans to this creation from heaven, but between Siliwrap and Virgil’s visits, he hadn’t managed to find time to finish putting it together yet.

Besides there was something about the coffee being handed to him by a visiting handsome rescue operative that was its own kind of addictive.

And Virgil always brought plenty.

His drug dealer of choice, apparently.

“Hey, you still with me?” A hand was on his arm and Alex realised he had been standing, staring at the holy grail like a stunned mullet just a little too long.

Virgil had that worried medical frown on his face again.

He had done that a lot over the last couple days.

The man had enough bruises on his arms and legs to pop Alex’s eyes out of their sockets - something about a roof almost falling on him during the Gisborne rescue. Yet Virgil brushed it off as a day-to-day thing.

He was ‘fine’, don’t you ‘worry’, happens ‘all the time’.

But the scattering of bruises Alex possessed, the headache that popped up every now and again, and any slight croakiness of his voice and Virgil was all over him with that yellow scanner thing.

Speaking of which…

Alex grabbed Virgil’s wrist gently as he attempted to wave a randomly appearing scanner over Alex’s head. “I’m okay, Virgil.”

The wrist in his hand relaxed and the yellow light switched off. A gentle tug and Alex let Virgil’s wrist go and the man turned away, stashing the gadget back into wherever it came from.

It was very obvious that Alex had scared him by being caught in the earthquake.

Alex took that extra step closer, slipped up behind, and slid his arms around the man’s chest, resting his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. “I’m okay.”

Heavy lifting arms wrapped around his. “I know.”

“You do realise you have brought me into the presence of the machine that makes your glorious coffee. I mean, I should be kneeling on the floor, bowing in reverence.” A smile. “Give me something to hold so I can drop it in amazement.”

Virgil chuckled. “I doubt you could pick me up.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Virgil twisted himself around in Alex’s arms until they were facing each other. “I could say that you already have, but that pun line is groan-worthy.”

Alex did groan, but then Virgil’s lips found his and he was suddenly very much distracted.

Yes, this corner would do nicely.

-o-o-o-

[athenasparrow]

No. 30 - Wine | Jily Microfic

@jilymicrofics - second to last one!!!

Read on AO3 | 886 words

This fic takes place after "Oak" which you can read here.

Lily glanced at her husband, admiring the way his forearms flexed as he poured them both a bottle of wine.

It had become a tradition of sorts, ever since they’d met over a bottle.

Not that it had been a meeting of coincidence - Euphemia Potter didn’t like to leave important moments to flimsy things like circumstance. But after their first year together, they’d always made a toast on this day. And today marked four years .

Lily’s stomach knotted with anticipation as James glanced up.

“Four years together, two years married,” he said raising his glass to toast her.

Lily left her glass on the table.

“I can’t toast you love,” she said, biting her lip to keep from grinning.

James looked adorably confused at that announcement, his own glass returning to the original place on the counter.

“What’s the matter beautiful?” he asked, concern furrowing his brow as stepped towards her, his arms finding the familiar place on her hips.

“Nothing James,” she answered truthfully “I just can’t drink wine.”

She saw the moment it hit him. The moment the slight frown on his forehead and concerned eyes underwent metamorphosis to a wide-eyed, cheek-hurting smile of happiness.

“You’re pregnant?” he confirmed in a whisper, as if afraid his voice would shatter the reality.

“We’re having a baby,” Lily answered, her own smile stretching wide to match his.

James let out something between a laugh and a sob as he drew her into a hug. Lily felt the wet press of their cheeks and reached up to wipe his tears only to realise they were both crying.

“You’re going to be an amazing mum,” James murmured into her ear.

“Well then this baby is going to be very lucky with two great parents, because his dads pretty amazing too,” Lily answered, melting into his hug.

“Do you think Remus and Sirius are going to have a tiff over who gets to be godfather?” James grinned.

“I think Remus already knows…or at least has a suspicion,” Lily admitted. “I haven’t told either of them anything, because obviously I wanted to tell you first,” she said, pausing with a smile as she tilted her head up at him, their chests still pressed together from their hug. 

James delayed her next sentence by swooping down for a swift peck.

“But I’m pretty sure he caught me dumping the champagne out last night,” Lily continued, biting her lip. “And then I saw him eyeing my boobs and we both know he’s not checking them out.”

“Where were you dumping your champagne?” James laughed, leaning his forehead down to touch hers.

“In the plant” Lily giggled “If it dies, that’s why.”

James snorted, before gently moving his hands up to cup her breasts.

“I hadn’t noticed them change,” he muttered, looking like the absence of him picking up on a change in Lily’s body was a criminal offence.

“They haven’t yet,” Lily reassured him. “It’s still very early - but you know Dr Remus, I bet he was just checking for all the signs.”

“You were very sensitive the other night,” James hummed, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he brushed his fingers over where here nipples lay beneath her shirt.

Lily shuddered.

“Remus wouldn’t know that,” Lily said coyly. “That’s something only you could know”

“Now I know what to look out for next time,” James said quietly, his hands moving down to the small of her back and pulling her into his chest again.

Next time. Lily liked the sound of that. 

“One kid at a time,” she teased, but her eyes must’ve given her away because James smiled knowingly and drew her into a long kiss.

When she had to come up for a breath, she paused. “How should we tell your mum?”

“I have an idea” James murmured before capturing her lips again.

One kid at a time. But certainly no harm in practising .

“Fleamont, can you get the door darling?” Euphemia called as she stepped into the mud room, tulips in her hands and a smudge of dirt of her cheek.

She hummed softly as she heard the soft steps of her husband making his way to the entrance, but she shucked her shoes off much quicker when she heard the light voice of her daughter-in-law laugh.

“Lily! James!” she said making her way around to greet them. “We weren’t expecting you”. She paused after releasing them from her long hug and looked closer. There was something different about them, Euphemia mused, there was a light in their eyes and a secret in the smile they exchanged. What was–

Her train of thought was cut off as her son answered her.

“No, but we have something for you, so we wanted to drop by” her son answered, handing her a bottle.

Euphemia glanced down where her hand had automatically come up to receive the gift.

It wasn’t just any bottle. It was the same wine Euphemia had sent her son on a chase for, four years ago. And…

Oh.

“ Fleamont ” she breathed, her hand coming to her heart.

She felt her husband move to her side so he could see what had caused such a reaction from his unflappable wife.

Dear Grandma,

Thank you for bringing my parents together. I can’t wait to meet you this summer.

[rebelrebelwrites]

Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

~ Haladriel Week Edition (Part 1) ~

Aiight y'all, I took a week off and you DELIVERED the @haladrielweek GOODS. Like, DAMN. Rest assured, I'll be recc'ing stuff from Haladriel Week for many weeks to come; I'm still getting caught up on devouring all of your amazing fics, artwork, Tumblr and Twitter posts, and more! Thanks again to @formerlyir for putting this whole shindig together and all of you for your amazing contributions.

Without further ado—as always, this week's recs are...

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: like magnets work, only drawn to thee by @bluetiefling

What you need to know going in:

As I started reading this fic, which the author described as her first in years, I knew it was an instant classic! One-shot, post-S1, this story sees Galadriel sneaking into Sauron's war camp in an ill-advised assassination attempt. It's pretty immediately clear her heart's not in it, not really—the bid to kill him, anyway. 👀 Things go from awry to full of angst with a cloying, desperate, spicy edge from there, and the angst has claws. In the best way. And the smut? 🔥 Like I said... instant classic.

Complete, Explicit

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: the rules of you by sawdustdiamonds

What you need to know going in:

The hook for me with this fic was immediately the unique setting and the premise; a Victorian-era AU, in it, Halbrand owns a gambling hall, and Galadriel is, of course, a Lady—they meet when he catches her counting cards. 😆 As always, I love how Galadriel barrels into things guns blazing, and this fic renders her (and his) characterization perfectly. Without revealing too much, they strike a mutually beneficial deal with her sharp skills, and the instant attraction, sexual tension, and ultimate devotion soars.

Complete, Explicit

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Follow the author on AO3.

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: when the world was so young by @hazelmaines

What you need to know going in:

Something to know about me: I am a SUCKER for childhood sweethearts almost as much as ETL. Combine those two??? An immediate sign me the hell up (so much so that I've written it myself 😆), and that was my exact reaction when I first set eyes on this HW fic from favorite @hazelmaines. Set in the First Age, Hal and Gal meet as youths, Mairon and Artanis, and grow in life and love together before Mairon's fall, only to meet again on the Sundering Seas. Achingly sweet and somber in equal measure, I won't say too much else... just read and revel in the mythical, cyclical beauty of this fic.

Complete, Mature

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): all your pain will end here by @bad-surprise

What you need to know going in:

So first, I need to say that it was incredibly difficult to pick just one of the many fics from @bad-surprise to highlight from Haladriel Week, because she blessed us with SCADS of them, and I was torn between this one and another WIP that I decided to save for next week, but I picked this one because the premise and first chapter is a jolt; a shock to the system in its heady horror, and I'm itching to see what happens next. Long story short: Galadriel is a therapist, and her patient, Halbrand, is in desperate need of therapy for his homicidal tendencies. Can she help him before she becomes his next victim? I don't know, but again—I can't wait to find out.

WIP, Explicit

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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: it's a dangerous game by @wyrd-syster

What you need to know going in:

So this story is complete but I think the category holds because HOT. DAMN. I hung onto every word of this masterpiece and somehow simultaneously sped through it with an almost feverish fervor; it was—is—just that goddamn compelling. Reading it almost felt like caving to compulsion; an irresistible pull into the world with little mercy and no way out but forward, but you're happy you're there. In this Venetian-style, Jekyll & Hyde-esque AU, Galadriel is stalked by one man that is moreso two: Halbrand and Sauron both, a beast intent on a bloody romance that may be more than he bargained for. I don't want to say too much in case of spoilers, but... the vivid imagery, the gorgeous prose (as always with @wyrd-syster's impeccable works), and the ever-present, thrumming fear in this fic is nothing short of outstanding. Just, wow.

Complete, Explicit

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Me at all these fics:

Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️

Until next week!

[mfmmflashchallenge]

The Flashfic Challenge is back!

Poor Phryne has had a bit of a shock, she just received word that the MFMM Flashfic Challenge is back!

That’s right, people of the internet, please make a note in your diaries because on 25 February 2023 we will be doing another Flashfic Challenge and we really want you all to join in.

It’s been so long since we did this, and we know that this absolutely amazing fandom has grown since the last time so let’s explain really quickly (Well, actually this does go on a bit and we’re very sorry.):

The flashfic challenge is a writing prompt challenge where members of the fandom provide prompts and then fics are written based on those prompts. Which seems simple enough, but that’s not really how we roll, so there’s more:

Fic writers only have 2 hours from when they receive their prompts until they must have posted their fics on AO3. (Which explains why Phryne looks so worried.)

Because the fandom is spread all over the globe, we run 4 heats so we hopefully have one at a time of day that works for most people:

Time slot 1: 10am GMT / 2am PST / 5am EST / 11am CET / 9pm AEDT Time slot 2: 4pm GMT / 8am PST / 11am EST / 5pm CET / 3am AEDT (Sunday) Time slot 3: 10pm GMT / 2pm PST / 5pm EST / 11pm CET / 9am AEDT (Sunday) Time slot 4: 4am GMT (Sunday) / 8pm PST / 11pm EST / 5am CET (Sunday) / 3am AEDT (Sunday)

Prompts are submitted by members of the fandom - you don’t need to submit prompts in order to write, and you aren’t excluded from writing if you do submit some. You can do one or the other or both. (Yes, it is also okay to just submit prompts.) We then divvy up the prompts so we have a reasonable amount for each heat and then prompt lists are published when each heat begins.

There are 2 ways to receive the prompts: You can follow this blog, where they’ll be posted when the heat begins, or you can sign up to receive the prompts for whatever heats you want by email. Signing up for prompt emails does NOT mean you’re obligated to write anything, it just means you’ll receive the prompts and what happens next is 100% your business. If you want the prompts by email, just send a message to mfmmflashchallenge@gmail.com no later than February 22nd and let us know which heat(s) you’d like us to email you and that’s it.

Each heat has its own collection on AO3 where writers can publish their fics, and those collections all close when their respective heats end, so after the two hours are over. Because writing can be stressful and sometimes it takes longer or life gets in the way mid-heat, we also have a flash free collection where any fics that are completed later can be published. That collection will not close at any point and can be added to whenever you want.

Each flashfic challenge has a theme for the prompts and this time the theme is AO3 tags. That means anything you could imagine being a tag on AO3, so either a warning label, a descriptive tag, or a more random freeform tag. Anything goes and feel free to get creative! We’re asking for these tags in sets of three, so for example: “Why Is This Happening?? // Domesticity // Also Cats Can Talk Now” Writers can of course add as many of their own tags to their fics as they want, all we ask is that you use all three tags in the set you choose, and that they apply to your fic in some way.

We’d love it if you send us your prompts no later than February 20th by emailing mfmmflashchallenge@gmail.com. (And you can send as many sets as you’d like!)

Hopefully that’s it - the only rule that’s left is: Have fun! It’s fine if your version of fun is the traditional writer’s agony, obviously! (And we’re not thinking of anyone in particular as we type that. At all.)

Oh, yes, and the most important rule of all: It doesn’t matter if you’re new to the fandom or new to ficcing, or if you just arrived here and you don’t know anyone yet, or you used to hang out here but haven’t been back for ages. Everyone is welcome and we’d LOVE for you to join us in this madness! Submit prompts, write fic, and (hopefully) READ fic.

Come play with us! ❤︎ 

@whopooh​ & @olderbynow​

The TL;DR for the experienced Flashers:

We’re back(!) and we’re ficcing on February 25th

The prompt theme is AO3 tags and prompts need to be submitted by February 20th to mfmmflashchallenge@gmail.com

Sign up to receive prompts by email by February 22nd by sending a message to mfmmflashchallenge@gmail.com

[streets-in-paradise]

New Memories - Andy Barclay x Reader

Warnings: Some phone call teasing, the rest it's just fluff. This is a sweet birthday fic.

Summary: Andy is far away from you, worrying because your usual behavior arround his birthday changed with the distance. From fearing the worst to finding himself amazed, he would discover nothing could possibly stop you from cheering him up in the most dreaded day of the year.

Tags: @barclaysangel @devonsawachucky2014

The day had been full of trouble and, once again, he got to spend another birthday having to see Chucky. The hunt was a win and he was feeling good about that, but on the occasions his mind would go back to it he sensed something was missing. More concerned than saddened by that, he wondered why you haven’t given any signs of life throughout the day. Ever since he started seeing you, things weren’t precisely quiet between you on the dreaded special occasion. Sometimes he wished it would, because you were making a fuss every year. Aware of how hard birthdays were for him, as his partner you have self assumed the task of cheering each one in hopes of helping him build new memories. 

Happy memories, the kind he could treasure and revisit whenever the horrible ones would hit. With Chucky reappearing and you so far away from him, all he had to relieve himself were those reminders of your devoted love for him. You did text him in the morning, but he was waiting for something else at a moment he needed it more yet it never seemed to arrive. The whole process leading to the slaughtering of the doll required all his focus, an important mission distracting enough to keep him away from his phone for most of the time. However, with the night falling and the immediate danger disappearing he got to think about that again. 

More than disappointment, what your silence caused was an activation of his paranoia. There was only one doll left, most likely far away from you, but maybe he didn’t know everything. There always could be others, maybe one taking advantage of his absence to pay you a visit. Your dead body could be already waiting for him as a birthday present, just like in the old times. Kyle tried to calm him down by showing the rational side of it, but there was nothing more than plain irrationality in everything they had gone through. Maybe you were busy at work, maybe you were planning something special … or maybe you were gutted on your living room’s floor. 

It became too much for him and he was about to call you, but when he picked his phone he found an unseen notification from you showing a smiling picture of you. 

“Miss you, handsome. Call you in a sec, get ready” The message underneath read. “ Did you think I would forget the birthday fun?” 

He sighed in relief, then began to wonder what you were up to. 

“ Beautiful as always, I miss you too.” He texted back. “ More than you can imagine.” 

Your reply arrived a few minutes afterwards, another picture quite different from the last one. You were dressed as if you would be going on a date with him, some romantic dinner to celebrate and there was a description added in the message. 

“ Bringing the party to you. “ 

Andy couldn’t help smiling, almost in disbelief with the sweetness of the gesture. He rushed to return it, suddenly reminding he had a perfectly matching visual he knew you would love. 

The tie was off, but he was still wearing a suit, so he took a picture and send it to you along with his answer.

“ Dressed for the occasion.”

The call entered almost immediately. His sister chuckled since she noticed as well that the fastness had to be related with the effect the picture caused. 

He got you so In love and you were so blissfully obvious, worshipping the fuck out of him at any given chance. Getting used to it had been quite an adjust to him, but your love made him feel on top of the world.

" You have totally outshined my gift, babe! " You sweetly complained to him. " Holy fuck, look at you. The open buttons of the shirt do it for me … is that the fucker's blood over it? "

He chuckled, proud of himself for your reaction.

" We got one, i emptied my gun on him and that has been all my celebration so far. Not the best birthday ever, but i had worse. "

" Can't argue with a man covered in blood. Whatever you say, handsome. " You teased him. " This is unnaceptable, you are giving me the better gift when i'm supposed to be celebrating you. Neck exposed, shirt splattered of blood … Are you trying to kill me? What can i give in return? A full nude? "

" Fuck, don't even mention it. My sister is ríght here. " He explained you ríght away." Not that I won't love it, but it's not a good moment. "

It made you chuckle, but that didn't mean you weren't backing down from making things up for him.

" What can i do for you to match this, birthday boy?" You purred sweetly. " Anything you wish for ríght now? "

He didn't hesitate a second before replying.

" … Just to hear your voice. "

The tender adoration in that statement disarmed any defenses you could have left. He had turned you into putty with his sweetness.

If what he wanted was to hear some of it, you were going to give him everything.

" I love you, Andy … like i have never loved anyone else before. You are the one for me, you know? No matter the shit that bastard tells you, we are meant to be. I can feel it, every single day i fall a bit more in love with you. Some nights I lay awake wondering how is it possible to love this much. I'm obsessed with you, in the harmless meaning of the word. I wouldn't lock you in my basement, but i'm perfectly aware you are the man i wanna spend the rest of my life with. Who cares if the doll comes in the package? I will get a dog house for him to stay outside everytime he's gonna try come to kill us. "

His laugh was hidding some of the very real flusterred reaction.

" You are insane, no person in their ríght mind would risk so much just for me. "

" Even if he would kill me, i still win. " You insisted. " I've meet the love of my life, got to spend good times with him. It's a good life, many people don't get the privilege before they are gone forever … Besides, I would have the comfort of knowing you would go berseker and destroy him in the cruelest way. If he freezes me, you will bath in his blood or eat his liver or some other fucked up inhumane sounding punishment and i will be rightfully avenged. Why would i want to ever leave the man that would hunt down my hipotetical killer to the end of the world? A man so tragically devoted who had me as his whole fucking world, who loves me like i'm the last person on Earth. Who gets love like yours nowadays, Andy?

" Wooow, woow. Where did that come from?" He wondered out loud, amazed. " It's not like i'm a romance hero or something. "

" I have two friends that have gone through ugly divorces and a third who is tired of trying on dating apps where most guys don't show any interest for long term relationships … I hitted jackpot with you, Andy. Call me crazy, but love like yours doesn't exist anymore. "

" To be fair, you changed every measure for what i thought love was supposed to be. " He sweetly admitted in return. " How do you expect me not to loose my freaking mind for you? The fuck is this? How are we having this conversation? "

There was a very simple answer for that. You couldn't be with him physically, but you wanted to shape a meaningfull memory at any cost.

" Happy birthday, love " You told him once more. " We can't have dates or gifts this year, but i can still give you my heart ríght here and now, just talking on the phone."

His stoicism fell in pieces, beated by the intensity of your affection.

[cssns]

CSSNS Get to Know Me!

Please welcome a new writer for the CSSNS @xarandomdreamx​!

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

I have been a reading fic since about 2016, but have only really started interacting with others since June 2022

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

When Emma traps him in the giants lair - “have I ever told you a lie?” “I can’t take the chance I’m wrong about you.”

What drew you to this event?

I’ve always loved supernatural stories and this event has produced some amazing ones!

What inspired your topic?

Practical Magic is one of my favourite movies and I’ve always tried imagining how CS could fit into an AU version

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

Sorry I haven’t started writing it yet!!

For our betas: Who/what have you beta'd before, or is this your first time? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

I have only recently started being a beta and I have loved it. Every time I see a message from a writer telling me they have an idea or they have written something, it’s so exciting to read about it! I also just really love being a soundboard for what I know will be amazing story!!

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

Seeing all of the other amazing stories and art and hopefully getting to know everyone who has signed up as well! I’ve always enjoyed this event as a reader, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy it even more as a participant!

I’m sure we’ll enjoy it, too, @xarandomdreamx​, when your story drops on July 29!

[strang3lov3]

Hello Bug 💚

First of all congratulations on reaching 5000 followers( which I’m very happy to be one of) and happy one year writing anniversary 🤯🥹

I really wish I could tell u what exactly brought me here but my brain is not braining. However I’m certain it was a Joel Miller One Shot cause they are sooooooooo good, there’s not one I haven’t read and the most recent „Dirty Laundry“ made me look at my Washing Machine in a different way. 👁️👁️

My current mission is to show my favorite writers(which u are obviously one of) some love and appreciation cause u most definitely deserve it 💚

Even though I’m always excited for everything that you put out I want u to know please don’t ever feel pressured or forced to write I will gladly wait, it’s worth it 💚🙏🏻

I hope I’m not to late for the extended sleepover 🫠🫠

👯‍♀️So I’m a Scorpio and I’m interested in knowing which sign u are?(maybe we’re greatly compatible)

Favorite ice cream flavor? (I don’t think I could make a decision but recently they started selling bowls of bubblegum ice cream in a store close to me and yeah I want that 🤩) 🍦

👩‍💻I don’t think this will really be a writing request because my „idea“ is not that special or creative but I’ll just tell u whenever I’m like daydreaming/ making up scenarios in my head it’s Sugar!Daddy Joel idk saving me from my toxic family. In the beginning there are no feelings manly because I don’t trust easily and rather avoid feeling stuff but he breaks through all that. He accepts me for who I am even with my so called flaws. He shows me that I can trust, that I’m worth it and acknowledges my struggles and just helps me with my anxiety and self doubt. In the end he makes me his housewife so I can stay home take care of my plants 🪴,read books 📚 and paint 🎨. (if you do think about writing something like this, I will be very excited, but if it’s not your cup of tea, I am absolutely not mad just letting you know.) 💚

Now for the end I want to show u my sweet pets 🐈‍⬛ 😍

The grey beauty is Luna, then we have my white fluff ball Milly and the oldest is my boy Jonny ❤️

Hi!! You're not too late at all. I'm taking my sweet time with all of these asks lol so if you've sent something and it's not answered yet, I know and I'm getting there. Just going at my own pace.

You're so kind <3 I'm glad you loved Dirty Laundry and I'm glad you love my other pieces. I always feel pressured to write lol, but I am glad to know that you and everyone else is patient. I couldn't ask for a lovelier audience.

I'm a Scorpio too! Leo moon and Saggitarius rising <3 I don't keep up with astrology though lol, I think it's awesome but it's a lot of work.

My favorite ice cream flavor is probably pistachio or Scoops Ahoy Cinnamon Bun Bytes LMFAO

I think your sugar daddy Joel idea is fucking fantastic and I think you should write it. Even if you don't end up publishing it, it sounds like it means a lot to you and it could be very rewarding to write <3 No way to know unless you try! I never wrote before last year, like the most I'd write was a haphazard diary entry and that was that. But I've found writing fic to be very soothing and gratifying, especially with some older fics that were a little more personal. I have a hard time getting personal with my fics now, but it's so amazing to write nonetheless.

You're too kind <3 this was such a nice ask to get. I hope your week is going well! Cute animals btw 🩷

[nionom-art]

Can I just say that I LOVE how you’re delving into mental health in your Miraculous AU? I love how you don’t shy away from basically every one of the Miraculous characters having some sort of mental health issue! This show could be such an amazing rep for so many people and identities but I guess the writers just lack the creativity and insight to utilize their show in such a good way. They’ve proven time and time again that they can’t reach the full potential of the idea behind ML.

Anyway, I love your art and your AU idea! I’m new here, so is there a fic to go with it? Or are you planning a comic? Or is it just assorted pieces of fanart ideas? Either way, I’m here for it! 💜

Thank you!!! I haven’t got an actual fic up and running yet, but I’m currently planning on a comic. I’m in school rn though, so it might take a while for me to actually finish anything, haha.

Most of the mental health stuff I listed is heavily based off of what I saw while watching the show (Marinette definitely shows signs of anxiety and ADHD within show for example). I’m definitely no mental health professional, but I am studying special education at my university. This and the fact that half of my family (including myself) are neurodivergent has made me more aware and able to pick these things out in a show.

I really love shows that tackle mental health issues, especially since most of the people I know have some kind of mental health issue (especially after covid). Thats kinda why a lot of what I write and read heavily involves mental health topics. That, and I’m just kinda a nerd, and this happens to be my favorite field of study.