#ugh oh well at least it's got a full cast

[shitty-check-please-aus]

ughhh I checked out an audiobook for a book that I already read 

[invisibleraven]

I tried SO HARD not to send a shower prompt with Reggie but... washing their hair for them for the Reggie pairing of your choice. SORRY NOT SORRY

"This sucks," Julie grumbled as she hobbled into the house. "I hate this. Stupid cast, stupid crutches."

"I know," Reggie replied, closing the door behind them. "But at least it wasn't any worse, we're lucky that way."

"I'm still sorry about your truck," Julie said, flopping down onto the couch, hissing as she lifted her leg onto the ottoman.

"Eh, I was hoping to get a new one eventually anyways," Reggie said, "Now I can, maybe get a nice family car or SUV."

"Not a sports car?" Julie joked.

Reggie laughed. "Like you'd let me."

"True." Julie stretched her arms up, trying to get comfy, but then wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, I stink, I need a shower."

"Well we gotta wrap your cast for that," Reggie said. "Are you gonna be okay to shower alone?"

Julie swore. "No, there's no safety rails and I really don't trust my balance right now. Maybe a bath?"

"I can be your safety rail," Reggie offered.

"Really?"

"You know I love showers," Reggie replied. "Especially with you."

"I don't think it'll be as fun as our usual joint showers-no funny business mister," Julie replied.

"Cross my heart, I'll even put on trunks if you want," Reggie replied, making a motion over his chest. "Now let me get a garbage bag."

Julie soon found herself leaning against the bathroom counter, leg wrapped, and ready to get some of the hospital stink off her. Reggie had rushed off to fins his trunks, as promised, making her promise that she wouldn't attempt to get into the shower without him, even as the bathroom was slowly starting to steam up.

"Come on before we go through all the hot water!"

A strange slapping sound came towards her and Julie had to burst out laughing when she saw Reggie, in his loudest swim trunks, a set of swim flippers, and a snorkel.

"You doofus."

He grinned before kicking the extra gear off, and helped her under the spray. "Anything to hear you laugh again."

Julie grinned, clutching onto his shoulders to keep steady. "So how are we doing this?"

"You hold on, I'll wash," Reggie stated, tipping her head back to soak her curls. He'd washed her hair enough times by now that Julie knew he'd be gentle-he liked helping her maintain her hair, volunteering every time she needed the full treatment.

Julie let her eyes fall closed as Reggie carefully added shampoo, massaging her scalp to get the product in and out, then adding conditioner. It felt divine, and relaxing, as it always did.

"No falling asleep," Reggie chuckled.

"So tempting though," Julie replied as he moved her out of the spray.

"Maybe next time we can do the bath, prop your leg up and you can nap," Reggie replied. "But for now, let's get you clean."

Usually when they showered together, Reggie took his time washing her, often kissing the skin as the suds ran away, leading to them having lots of fun under the spray-but not today. He knew standing was taxing on her, and her stamina was not as it was after being in a hospital bed.

This was less sensual and more methodical, making sure he ran the loofah over her as gently as he could, but still ensuring she got that deeply scrubbed sensation she needed after nothing but sponge baths for the past week or so.

Julie beamed at him as he got each spot, even though he was concentrating on cleaning her, it still felt like worship, like this was what it was to be loved. She never stopped thanking God, or whatever force in the universe was responsible for giving her this man.

"There, squeaky." Reggie grinned up at her, uncaring that the water was plastering his hair to his head, and Julie so wished she could kiss him. "Now, let's finish your hair, dry off, and what do you say to a nap?"

"Fully in favour of one," Julie replied, letting her body be oh so slowly turned back under the spray, her head manipulated this way and that as Reggie worked out the conditioner.

Soon enough the shower was over, and Julie was sure she fell even deeper in love as Reggie towelled her off with the utmost care, scrunching her curls just like she taught him before braiding her hair and wrapping it in the silk scarf she liked to use to sleep.

He was a bit less tender on himself, towelling off quickly, and tossing the trunks over the edge of the tub to dry before he got the garbage bag off her leg. Then helped her move to the bedroom , putting them both in comfy lounge clothes, fetching her crutches only after Julie was tucked into the fresh sheets.

He even had her painkillers and a glass of water ready for her-seriously, what a man!

"You nap, I'm gonna make us something yummy for supper," Reggie said, kissing her forehead.

"You're not staying?" Julie asked around a yawn.

"You know my octopus like tendencies," Reggie replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't wanna jostle your leg."

"I miss cuddles," Julie admitted. "Please stay, just until I fall asleep?"

And well, Reggie was powerless to say no, slipping in beside her, pulling her uninjured side in close, and kissing her temple. "Love you darlin'."

"Yo también te amo."

And with that, feeling clean, loved, and the fuzziness from the fading pain, Julie slept, knowing that Reggie would be there, snoring away when she woke up.

[countycashew54]

The Moments We Missed

A/N: Second ever fic, please lemme know if you love it or if you absolutely hate it! All feed back is good feedback! This is essentially another "cast watch the show" fic because there aren't enough in the hellaverse! Focus is on Stolitz, but will shift to others depending on the episode! If you guys like it I will get to work on the next chapter ASAP! Enjoy!

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The last thing Blitz remembered was falling asleep on his couch with a bottle of beelzejuice and imphub to keep him company. Waking up to a room full of everyone he’s ever met, plus a royal chicken wasn’t what he expected to say the least. 

“Blitzy! Oh darling, are you alright?” Stolas and Octavia were kneeling next to him with the rest of IMP alongside them.

“Ugh yeah I’m fine Stolas. Now where in satan’s taint am I and why the fuck am I here with them?” He gathered his surroundings as Stolas lifted him off the ground and into his arms, gesturing to Verosika and Fizzarolli.

“As if I would choose to be near you, Blitzoo. None of us know how we got here, we were starting to think you were up to something considering how long it took you to pull your limp dick self off the pavement,” Verosika was sneering at him, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus behind her. 

“Oh Yeah! Yeah, that makes perfect sense! I would definitely drug myself and all of you just to lock us into,,, wait what the fuck is this? A fucking theatre? ‘Someone making us watch their kinky home movies? I’m not saying no..”

“Well it wouldn’t be so far off for you to meddle and fuck with other people’s lives, now would it BlitzO?” Fizzarolli was chiming in now, glaring into Blitz’s face. 

“The O is SILENT DICK-”

“Enough! B, we ain’t got a clue where we are or what happened, but this won’t help. Hate each other all you want once we get outta here yeah?” Millie and Moxxie had stepped in between the group. Loona and Octavia standing off beside Blitz and Stolas, who had slowly started to tighten his hold onto the imp. 

“I agree,” Stolas spoke up, “Sire, you’ve previously attempted to force your way through the walls without any give, but could we possibly portal through? My magic is dampened here, I can feel it.”

“Mine is too, but let me try Birdy” Ozzie held out a hand for a moment, when nothing happened he began to hold out a second, slowly pulling them apart to create- sparkles?

…

“Wow that was anticlimactic as fuck” 

“Shut it Mutt, at least he’s trying to help! Unlike some of you!” 

“DON’T TALK TO MY DAUGHTER LIKE THAT YOU ROYAL JESTER CUN-”

CLICK

Their yelling was cut off and the little lighting they had in the room disappeared, and the wall with a screen came to life. They all turned.

Text appeared on screen, Moxxie reading it outloud:

“SIT. YOU’VE BEEN GATHERED TO WATCH THE FUTURE LIVES OF TWO INDIVIDUALS. THE ACTIONS TAKEN AFTER WATCHING THESE KEY MOMENTS IN THEIR FUTURES WILL CHANGE THE ENTIRETY OF HELL AS WE KNOW IT- wait who is running this? And how do we know the clips following are true? And if they are true how did they get them in the first pl-”

“Moxxie shut the fuck up.”

“Sir-”

“Blitzy I think it would be best if you get your little imp friends and your hellhound to have a seat, in fact all of us should at least see what these videos have to offer. Especially considering we have no way to escape through the use of King Asmodeus’ and my own powers”

“Fine, guys, let's get this over with. We have too many clients to keep standing here doing dick. I wonder who’s so important to Hell’s future they gotta grab us outta our fucking lives for it.”

The groups all took their seats, watching as the screen changed to a new set of text, “I’M GLAD YOU ASKED. THE STARS OF THIS FEATURE HAPPEN TO BE IN THIS ROOM.”

“Wait WHAT? Who’s lives are we watching? This is an invasion of privacy and completely unprofessional to be doing with our boss, much less a king and prince of hell-”

“Moxx stop kissing ass I wanna see what’s so important”

“Come on hun it’ll be alright, besides who says it involves us specifically huh? Let’s just see”

Verosika leaned over, “You need to get a hold of yourselves, if it’s gonna be about anyone it’s gonna be someone that can change major shit in hell. Probably Asmodeus and Princey here.”

A change on screen, “CLOSE GUESS VEROSIKA, SORRY TO DISAPPOINT THE KING OF LUST, BUT YOU ARE NOT OUR FOCUS.” Another shift, “STOLAS OF THE ARS GOETIA, PAY ATTENTION AND LEARN FROM YOUR FUTURE MISTAKES.”

“Oh shit feathers what’d you do?” Blitz and the rest of the room was looking to him now, 

“I-I-I have no-o clue! I would never do anything to harm hell! I’m a prince!” Stolas’s breathing was picking up, his thoughts were racing, he was hyperventilating.

Stolas didn’t know what to do, but the next thing he knew there was a tightening on his hand and around his leg. When he looked down Blitz had wrapped his tail around his thigh and was holding his hand in both of his, yelling at him to breathe, to snap out of it. Octavia was holding his other hand telling him it’ll be okay. As he looked into her eyes he reminded himself that he is the parent, he’s supposed to remain sane for her, be calm for her.

As he calmed himself he reminded everyone, “I don’t know what they’re speaking of, but I know that the only way we find out is to watch. If it holds any truth I will learn from the future and fix my mistakes.” He squeezed Blitz’s hand and gave him a small smile, which was returned briefly before the imp looked away and lessened his hold on him. Via slowly let go as well, nervously plucking at her headfeathers.

“RELAX STOLAS, YOU WON’T BE GOING THROUGH THIS ALONE, AND WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HARMING HELL? BLITZ BUCKZO, PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE FUTURE AHEAD, AND REMEMBER TO CHANGE IT.”

“Aw fuck me! What did I do- Shit what can I do? I’m just an imp! I couldn’t fuck up Hell!”

Fizz and Verosika were thrilled with the news, the clown cackling, “AHA if an imp could it would be you wouldn’t it BLITZO!” 

“FOR THE LAST TIME THE O-”

“YOU SHALL FIRST WITNESS SOME EVENTS THAT HAVE ALREADY TAKEN PLACE, YOU WILL THEN SEE WHAT UNFOLDS FROM THERE. LET’S BEGIN!”

With that, the text disappeared and a female voice took over.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

[jcbbby]

"i’ll come running whenever you need me. "

This sentence with Jamie

I'm sorry, this feels incredibly rushed... But I hope it still makes you smile! :) Thank you for the prompt! <3

Warnings: None!

(send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I’ll write a little something Jamie/Henry/001/Kit Marlowe-related with it)

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This week had been awful. You got home from work, tossing your keys and bag haphazardly on to the table by the door, going directly to the kitchen for a glass of wine. Just something to soothe the frayed nerves. At least you were going to FaceTime with Jamie tonight. He was away in Europe filming a new movie, while you stayed home in LA. It had been about 2 weeks now, out of 6 he would be gone, and you wanted nothing more than to just cuddle up with him.

After slipping into some comfy clothes, a pair of shorts and one of Jamie's shirts, you poured another glass of wine and got comfy on the couch, eagerly awaiting the sound of your phone ringing. Finally, his icon popped up as your phone rang and you smiled wide as you hit the green checkmark, pulling up Jamie's live video.

"Hello my love!" He waved on your tiny screen.

"Hi baby! How are you doing?" You smiled back.

"I'm good, yeah. Just had a shower and relaxing with some tea. How about you?"

You held up your glass of wine, pouting. Jamie laughed.

"Oh, no. Tough day again too?" He asked matching your downturned lips.

"Probably the worst of the week, honestly. Someone side swiped my car. The whole side is dented and the paint taken off. They didn't even leave a note or anything. I mean, insurance will cover it...but still, are you kidding me?" You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your glass.

"Oh, god...I'm sorry, darling. You've really had a shocker of a week, huh?"

You nodded. "Messed up that big project at work, spilled coffee all over my new white shirt, broke my favorite necklace you gave me, Stephanie is mad at me for who knows what, now my car...a week from hell."

"Well, at least the week is over now. You made it through, love." He smiled.

You inhaled and exhaled smiling back. "Yeah...I wish you were here though. You always make everything better. I miss you."

"I miss you too, darling. I'm sorry I'm not there." He frowned.

"No, no it's okay. You're working, being the best actor in the world and all." You giggled.

He chuckled. "Oh, don't try to flatter me...you know my ego is big enough."

Talking to Jamie made you feel a lot better. Or maybe it was the wine. Or both. But you went to bed that night feeling a little better at least.

The next morning, you decided you would be active, as it was a lovely day. A leisurely bike ride sounded good...until it wasn't.

"Hi baby, what's up? Jamie said picking up the phone, sounding cheery.

You sniffled. "I'm in the ER."

"What?! What happened, are you okay?" He exclaimed.

"I'm okay, I just...I went for a bike ride this morning." You sniffled again. "And I don't know what happened, I must have hit a patch of something and I fell off. I think I broke my arm."

"Oh...my love...you poor thing. Ugh..." You didn't see, as you were having a regular phone call, so Jamie wouldn't see your puffy, red eyes from crying, but he ran his hand over his face. "Well, keep me updated, okay? I can come home if you need me to-"

"No, no." You shook your head. "No, you're working. I'll be okay. I just wanted to let you know- oh, the doctor's here. I'll call you back. I love you."

"I love you too, darling." The two of you hung up.

After a series of x-rays, it was determined you had indeed broken your arm, in two places. You were put into a sling for the next week, before you could get into the orthopedic specialist to be fitted for a full cast. You texted Jamie, slowly, with your non-dominant hand, to let him know the deal. He offered again to come home, but you wouldn't dream of making him do that, filming has only just started anyway.

After a couple days at home, the limitations that your injury imposed became incredibly frustrating. Since it was your dominant hand, even simple tasks were a struggle. You called Jamie this morning, just needing to talk.

"I just want to wash my hair!" You whimpered on the phone to Jamie. "I can't even put it up in a ponytail. I feel so gross, I just want to wash my hair." You wiped a tear.

"Baby...I'm sorry you're having such a hard time. I love you so much." Jamie comforted you as you vented and cried before he had to leave to get back to set.

You spent the rest of the day sulking on the couch watching trash TV. Eventually, at some point you fell asleep watching the dull, plot-lacking reality shows. You awoke several hours later, hearing your door open and then close. You shot up, eyes fixed toward the sound of footsteps coming closer. Your hear pounded, mentally preparing yourself to be met with an intruder since you weren't expecting anyone. Your fear quickly flipped to surprise when you saw Jamie's face come around the corner. He stopped and immediately smiled when his eyes met yours. You blinked, wondering if you were maybe just dreaming.

"Jamie? But how did...when did...w-what are you doing here?"

"I'll come running whenever you need me. Even if we're across oceans." He smiled. "I was already on my way here when you called earlier, I was on a layover in New York.. When I said I had to get back to set, I was boarding my flight."

Your mouth hung open for a moment. "I don't deserve you, you angel man. I really don't." You shook your head, laughing lightly, eyes welling.

"So, would you like some help washing your hair, beautiful?" He smiled.

You nodded, allowing him to help you up as you both made your way to the bathroom. You turned to him as he reached to get the water running in the tub.

"I love you, thank you for always being there for me." You hugged him with your good arm.

"I always will be." He smiled, placing a kiss to your temple.

[eldritchaccident]

Timing: Early early yesterday morning Location: Oldtown, near the river Feat: @deathsplaything & @eldritchaccident Warnings: n/a! Summary: New Trouble in Oldtown. 

Why did trouble always find them? It wasn’t like Teddy ever went out looking for it (well, most of the time they didn’t.) but somehow, someway, they always managed to find it. Or be found by it. Tonight’s trouble came in the form of someone long dead. Ugly, sunken creature wasting away from its own putrefaction. Teddy should’ve smelled it before they got too close. Should’ve been a little more cautious waltzing along the riverwalk. Too many of the old alleyways spilled out onto the trail, and it wasn’t traveled quite enough that folks noticed when someone say, had died and come back. 

Teddy barely noticed the guy. At first, and large in part due to the bar the alley bordered, they thought it was just a tourist who had a few too many. It was cold and he wasn’t quite dressed enough to combat it. But it wasn’t booze the creature was thirsty for, and by the time the ex-demon realized it was not human, they had to turn and bolt before it dug its claws deep into their flesh. Teddy was fast enough when they had to be, their joints would be screaming later, but they had pretty long legs and a stride that was fairly akin to a spooked gazelle. 

Of course, their phone had been smashed. There was no way they could call their very favorite slayer, or even their least (another guy they happened to know and not be on terrible terms with named Edgar, he was kind of a prick but hey, at least he’d  know how to deal with a wight.)

A fucking wight. 

Only Teddy could manage to find a wight on a random populated city street. Only Teddy could pull that off while alone and lacking proper defenses. A creature like that was something dangerous. Something they’d actually have to be scared of now that they were all squishy and human. Ugh. The thing was surprisingly spry too. Keeping up with the ex-demon as they sprinted towards the closest source of light and– Oh shit. People. Fuck. More people to put in danger. Great.

“HEY!” Teddy shouted, frantically waving their arms to try and get the pair’s attention. “GET OUTTA HERE, YOU GOTTA RUN.” 

—

It was past closing for the Sugar Pot, and Alistair had begun their nightly routine of walking Brutus for the second time that day. Once in the morning, once in the evening, as was their routine. They always stuck to Oldtown because that’s what Alistair knew best. Even without being able to see it, Alistair appreciated the river walk. The water's smell and the current's sound, the way Brutus would take extra care to sniff around and stop at every duck (when the weather permitted). It was peaceful. Well, until it wasn’t.

The sound of a person’s voice shouting, telling them to run. Alistair stopped in their tracks, knowing that something was wrong. The person walking behind them turned and ran, and they listened to the sound of their retreating steps. “Brutus, I need you to be my eyes for me, buddy,” Alistair spoke to the dog, and the necromancer quickly cast the subtle spell to allow themself to see through Brutus’s eyes. It was a wight, barrelling right toward them with someone sprinting at full speed right in their direction. Right, so that’s how this was going to be. 

Alistair severed the connection with Brutus and pushed a foot backward, dropping the lead that he was holding to walk Brutus. As the necromancer began to concentrate, the water on the river began to slow its current, the already dormant trees turning a grey color as they died around them. Then, a grey-green smoke began to cast around the wight, and Alistair’s hands shot out in front of them. “I can’t hold this long. It’ll kill all the plants that want to return in the spring.” They hissed out as they moved their hands like puppetting the wight. The wight stood stock still, then began to reach for its head. “Do you have something to take its head off?” Alistair asked the other in a hurried tone.

Instead of listening, the stranger with the dog turned then stood stock still. A current filled the air with a certain electricity, bringing bristles to Teddy's arms, and a strangely familiar feeling to the back of their neck. The waters too, seemed to churn with the effort. The inkling that had begun to spark in their mind was confirmed the instant the stranger's hands flicked out in front of them. 

“Woah–!” The shock slipped out of Teddy's mouth long before they could formulate better words, or better yet, a plan. Dark eyes frantically scanned the area, seeing approximately nothing that'd have the heft needed to relieve the creature of its head. The only thing remotely close was an old rusty sign that loomed over the walkway. Reminding anyone who passed that there used to be a delicatessen here. With any luck, they could knock the thing down and gabagonk the wight into the great beyond. 

Reaching didn't work, and the wight was catching up. Next option, smack it with a branch. A little budge but not enough to give way. “Fuck–” Teddy glanced over, the panic rising like bile in their throat. Something else, too, itched in their chest. Something that had been building up in the last few months, something that had been dormant for so long. Unfortunately it didn't activate right away. 

The spell didn’t last long; Alistair wasn’t properly channeling magic, he was more seeking out living plants in the dead of winter. Of course, it wasn’t going to last very long. As soon as the spell severed, Alistair felt tired. He’d used more of themselves than they should have, and it was leaving him wavering on their feet. Sensing his owner’s distress, Brutus heeled at Alistair’s side. 

Quickly making use of their familiar’s eyes, Alistair saw the wight running after the other at a high speed. Alistair would have to do something, and quick. Letting out a curse in Gaelic, Alistair quickly began to channel another spell. He didn’t have much in him, but it would be enough to give the stranger time to get further away. “Gotta crush it’s skull,” they forced out as the spell began to weave around the wight, the energy rooting the creature in place, but it only lasted a few seconds. It wasn’t proper spellcasting and it being winter made it so Alistair couldn’t suck life out of plants that were already dead. 

Staggering back as the spell broke, Alistair was left without sight, their dog’s harness out of reach. Pulling out their folded-up mobility cane, Alistair decided to use it in a way it wasn’t intended. Once again, they looked through Brutus’s eyes, and saw that the wight was heading toward him to get to the Teddy who was struggling with… with something.

Taking a leap of faith, Alistair wound their cane back like a baseball bat and swung as hard as they could at the wight’s head, hearing the thunk against its skull. It wasn’t enough to kill it, but it was enough to make it stagger backwards and reassess. “I’m not going down against the undead!” Alistair snarled as they wound their arms up to strike at its head again.

Crush its skull. Okay. Okay okay okay okay. Yeah. Right. Easy to do. Easier said than done. Teddy reeled against the sign again, wailing in on it with the branch, it groaned and began to teeter. Falling from its height. Only not in the direction Teddy had knocked it. The thing was coming straight down at them. Both of them. It was certainly big enough to clip the pair at once, which is why the ex-demon had figured it such a good option. Could crush the whole wight all together. Bish bash bosh. One and done. But no, the old iron sign started to keel, closing in on the wrong side of the fight.

A spark of fear was enough to ignite the power surge. Teddy’s hands followed the wave of energy that started somewhere in their gut. Rippling outward until it was met with the icy cold air of midwinter Maine. The bright teal light burst like a splash, forming a canopy around them and the stranger. Twinkling like starlight, but swirling like the sea. It illuminated the whole of the alleyway in a flash of protective flare. 

The strange forcefield deflected the sign. It bounced off to Teddy’s surprise and (if it could form more thought than a piece of wet paper towel) they imagined to the wight’s horror. It collided with a much more wet sounding squelch as the weight of the sign and the force it had fallen with stretched the sinue beyond its limit. Cutting the strings that attached body and mind, so to speak. Bones snapped apart, finding the stress from the sign too much. It crumpled as the blunt object and its head went rolling off the walkway. The sign was stopped by the fence, the head was not. Plunging down into the raging river below. 

There was a sudden strength of power in the air, power they were not wielding, which meant only one thing: the other that the stranger that Alistair found themselves with was also a spellcaster. A hand shot out for Brutus in fear that their dog was in the line of fire, only for their hand to meet the familiar fur of his dog. They quickly connected with the familiar, catching a glimpse at the forcefield around them. It was bright enough to throw off Alistair’s perception of light and shadow. They closed their eyes at the flash, knowing it would lead to a headache if exposed to it for too long.

Brutus’s attention turned to the head that rolled into the river, and Alistair swallowed. “Well.” They spoke as the connection with Brutus severed. “Not every day I run into another magic wielder.” They remarked as they began to fold up their cane. “You alright?” Alistair then asked, turning their attention in Teddy’s direction. Whoever they were, they knew protection magic. They hadn’t met many of them in their time, strangely enough. “Quick work on your part.”

Alistair felt their hands over their body quickly, everything intact, no bites taken out or feeling of blood. Good, that was good. “Brutus, you alright?” They then asked the dog, who simply licked at his hand with a wagging tail. “Good to hear it, buddy.” Alistair picked up the dog’s lead and then frowned. “That was a fuckin’ close one,” They murmured under their breath, running a hand through their hair.

A shrill soaring tone endlessly droned on in Teddy’s ears. Ringing like an alarm for the end of days. The sudden burst of power was more than they’d ever displayed before. More solid, more bright, more concrete in the sense that it came from them. Even if something in them didn’t want to believe it. Twitching fingers still electric with the energy spent opened, palms to the sky for Ted to inspect, as if they’d find something there. As if an answer would have been written in flesh. No secret sigils or secretly planted signs from Leviathan marred the ex-demon’s hands. No outward influence, except–

Teddy’s head turned, slowly, towards the stranger. A dumbstruck look on their features, not quite aligning with the other’s assessment of their… arcane prowess. Teddy had only ever done rituals. Only ever weaved magic in the ways a demon would. Only with the help of that power from their father. But this? This was raw, fast, emotional. Everything a ritual wasn’t. They swallowed, not even realizing how big of a lump had formed in their throat. They didn’t catch the end of the battle. But it was over all the same. 

“M-Me?” Was it directed at the first statement, or the question that followed? As if incredulous to either being personal. Everything went from a frantic flailing to a stock still stupor in just a fraction of a second, they were still trying to catch up. 

Dogs, however, always had a way of peeling Teddy from any negative emotion. (Or emotional static–y void, as it were.) Their eyes drifted down from the other individual to the pup. Settling on taking in the details of what had to be a working dog, deciding it was a much better thing to spend focus on. “Think he did most of the work, honestly…” Teddy trailed off, eyes following the line of dust crumpled under the mangled sign. Saw the particles floating along the river, mixing with the foam and detritus of winter. The realization that it could have easily been flesh and bone starting to sink in. 

Quirking a brow at the other’s clear state of flustered confusion, Alistair sighed and nodded their head. “Yeah, you. You alright? Body parts intact? No cuts, bruises, contusions, et cetera?” Alistair waved their hands around as they spoke. Magic aside, they were worried about Teddy, stranger or not. The necromancer blinked, and they were looking through Brutus’s eyes, who was looking over at the corpse of the now downed stop sign. A chill went down Alistair’s spine as they realized how close the encounter really was. 

Wiping a hand over their face, Alistair took a deep breath, tone going from worried to calm and collected. “You haven’t done that before, have you?” He surmised, clutching Brutus’s lead a little tighter in their hands. “I can’t do that type of magic that you just did, but I can do magic. After something like that, you’ve got to be a little out of it.” 

In truth, Alistair wasn’t good at comfort. They’d never been shown such things growing up, so learning it when they’d finally broken free from Scotland, it was a learning process. But they knew despite their own issues, they wanted to be what the rest of their family was not, and that was understanding and comforting. “If you want to talk about it…” they trailed off, not knowing whether this stranger would be a talker or a runner. 

“I’m Alistair.” They introduced, taking a step back. “Thanks for, er, saving my life. I owe you a lifetime supply of free tea from my shop.” A nervous laugh escaped their mouth, and the reality of the situation finally began to sink in. They could have died.

“Think so–” This kind of shock was still so new to the ex-demon’s body. Teddy still didn’t know how to register what it was. Sure, they’d felt adrenaline before. Sure, they’d run into things that should have been life threatening. But a threat was only so terrifying as it was viable. The deadly things of the vast wide world had a way of slipping off the demon like water. At least, until that cushion was removed. Pulled out from underneath them and left with a consolation prize of being able to give damage away. But that– that wouldn’t exactly help in the case of a swift crushing. Or if no one else was around to siphon health from. 

A cool breeze, a few blinks, a moment of physically shaking the sleeplike stance from their head and forcing air into their lungs finally snapped Teddy back to normal. Well. Normal as they ever were. A soft smile replaced the confusion as their eyes finally settled on the other person. Alistair, apparently. “Yeah no I– I did, I’ve done it before– just not–” They didn’t think it was them. Didn’t think that was possible. “Sorry, still catching my breath. I’m Teddy.” Their grin stretched wider, playing the part of relieved stranger. 

“Aleister? Like… the famous occultist?” A spark of interest clipped Teddy’s heart, they’d always had an interest in old folk tales. Especially when the man in question was routinely mistaken for a demon. Which obviously captivated a young Ted. “Afraid I actually brought the trouble to you so, don’t know if that’s the case, but I’ll take the tea.” They laughed, starting to feel a lot more jovial overall. Later on, they’d find time to process everything, that’s what they always did, right? What it meant, what it could mean. For now, maybe it just meant a new friend. 

Alistair relaxed upon Teddy, verifying that they were okay. Good, that meant the crisis was averted. It was in moments such as these that Alistair wished they could see. Someone could say one thing, but their face would reveal a different truth entirely. Still, Alistair didn’t need to see to know that this person was clearly in shock from what had just transpired. Brutus let out a tiny whine, walking over to Teddy and licking their hand. Alistair felt the tug of the lead and the lapping of the large dog’s tongue. 

“Well Teddy, you’ve made a friend in us.” Alistair declared with a bright smile. “You’re absolutely fine, dear boy.” They waved dismissively as they fumbled over their words to come up with a good explanation for what had happened. 

Then, they asked the question that made Alistair chuckle. “Yes, the very same.” They admitted with a bow. “My parents have always loved anything to do with the occult and everything spooky, so here I am.” They sighed, tilting their head. “While I don’t have a cult and am not a demon in disguise, I own the Sugar Pot.” They shot the other a smile. “So if you need a cup of something calming for the nerves, I implore you to follow me to my shop.” They tilted their head in the direction of the shop that was just at the end of the street.

For the briefest moment, Teddy’s hand recoiled from the dog’s lick, but only until they realized they might be winded, but they weren’t actually harmed during the altercation. Brutus wouldn’t be taking on any injuries just for being a very good boy. A softened smile settled on their lips as they let the dog continue its inspection. “Is he on duty?” They asked, resisting the urge to settle down and give him a good scritch and pat. “Don’t wanna distract my new buddy from his job, y’know?” A slight laugh pulled from their chest, relieved that the stranger was kind. That this wasn’t going to turn into a whole different kind of debacle. Though, Alistair showed off their magic first. Teddy just wasn’t used to having a source of power that wasn’t, well…

A demon in disguise. 

Teddy tried not to let the word settle into their expression. Habit, as it were. Keep an even keel, avoid any suspicion. Not a terrible one, as the ex-demon didn’t want to make any assumptions on the other’s condition. Didn’t need to be completely blind to need a service dog. Didn’t need to be blind at all. No guarantee that Alistair wouldn’t be studying their features the way they often did with strangers. Not that everyone had the same inclinations. Paranoia or a parasocial need to understand humanity, Teddy had a habit of staring far too much. 

“Well they had good taste.” They laughed, properly this time. A crackle of mirth that had them bobbling their shoulders. “You too, I’ve been to the Sugar Pot before, you guys have the best dirty chai in all of Wicked’s Rest.” Plus a few other sweets Teds liked to pick up from time to time. “Can’t say I would mind having one now, but aren’t you guys closed?” A pause, consideration. “I mean, I guess if you’re the owner closed doesn’t mean much. Still, I should probably be heading back home. I feel like my–” Fuck what did they call Emilio? “–roommate” Not nearly enough of an explanation for the bond, but okay. “–has a sense about me running into trouble, he’s probably gnawing on the walls by now. Maybe another time?” 

Alistair shook their head with a soft smile on their face. “He’s just out for a walk, you won’t be distracting him. Besides, he senses your panic. He knows when someone could use the love of an animal.” There was something in Alistair’s smile that was affectionate in the way they talked about Brutus that just didn’t come up when they talked about other people. For Alistair, Brutus was their family. They didn’t have anyone else besides Melody and her son, Tommy. 

Even though Teddy panicked, Alistair couldn’t see their expression, nor did they think to pry by looking through Brutus’s eyes. They were sure all they would see was Teddy’s hand anyone, seeing as how the dog was absolutely laser-focused on helping the other feel better. 

The necromancer brightened up as Teddy mentioned having stopped in before. “Well, I thank you for your patronage.” They responded with a chipper tone. “Your roommate has the right to worry, seeing as how you managed to run into quite the situation.” Alistair put their hands down before them, clasping Brutus’s leash. “Stop by any time, but let them know you’re there to see me.” They gave the other a knowing look. “I feel like we could learn a lot from each other.” There was something in the way Alistair spoke that seemed intrigued and excited. The idea of learning about someone else’s magic always had. “Don’t let your roommate eat the walls. I’ll see you another time.” And with that, they were headed back toward their apartment above the shop, away from another near-death altercation that only Wicked’s Rest brought about.

[cornflowershade]

Bless you for putting The Shipper content on my dash in 2023. Such a lovely show! I take it you enjoyed it?

OMG I DID. Like, where to start. First of all, I appreciate any show that doesn't take itself too seriously or seem afraid how it'll come off, and this is one of them. It is WACKY (and funny) and strange, and I enjoyed every minute of that. But there's drama as well, which I'm a sucker for too, and we will get to that.

Of course, I also lovedddd the cast. First was freaking amazing in this role, the way you can see him switch roles and covey Pan, like??? In fact, everyone did an amazing job. The acting was so good. Also loved Jennie as the angel of death, haha. And Ohm as Khet was so cute. Soda was adorable. And yeahhhh, Way ended up bringing emotions.

Going into the series, it was this great fun adventure body swap situation —always a good time— but obviously there was a million twists, and one of my favorite things about this show was how unpredictable the path always was. Being a show about life (and death), I think that unpredictability kinda suits it.

I like the idea of how it start with Pan, who has an idealized like, wattpad fanfic reading of the world around her—or at least of Kim and Way. Then we place her in Kim's life—via a total fanfic scenario (side note I love how everything feels so fanfic, even down to the wild shipping vibes between literally everyone at various points. the chemistry just chemistry-ing 24/7) and from there everything only gets more complex as she discovers that no, she doesn't know everything about this boy. We discover more about Kim through her, and over time through the other characters as well, and by the time we realize Kim is gone (following an ongoing mystery of Uh Oh Where Is He??) we finally have a fuller picture of him. A picture painted through the choices he made, the lives he impacted, and what he meant to people, etc. And Pan has a better understanding of both Kim and herself. As well as having to face some moral quandaries on how to handle situations linked to this extremely wacky circumstance.

She learns not to judge so quickly (like she did at the start with WayKim or at the point where discovers Kim's secrets. She continues learning this all the way to when she realizes how Khet feels.). I also liked that by the time she realizes WayKim was real, it's something that is able to hit her with gravity? By then it means something more than "ooooooh look at them, look at my ship." Because she feels the implications. Because she knows them better. Because she knows the weight of what it means after living Kim's life and after discovering that he's gone. After we learn that he's dead, it actually makes things make a lot more sense. 1) that he didn't wake up and 2) why the show gives such an investigation into his life [beyond the obvious reason, which is Pan trying to get her bearings and fumble through]—it's almost retrospective.

Speaking of the weight of things (yes this has turned into a full blown show review/meta haha) I again enjoyed how the series becomes something weightier as it goes on. Not to say there wasn't weight at the beginning, but the tone got more grounded as it progressed. Like I said before, it's a show about life and death, and the impact of both. I'd say it's also about loss and learning from experiences (even the angel of death ends up learning a lesson—double check those names!!—and being impacted by a relationship, by someone's life, as she develops a fondness toward Pan.)

Those themes start all the way back at the beginning, with Pan's body being in a coma. With her friends and stepdad worrying if she'll come back to them, and Pan being unable to tell them she's okay (ugh the drama yes). We see the impact that her absence has (and yet she doesn't truly realize until later that her absence is just as important as Kim's. That her presence is just as important his his.) That loss theme is kind of continued through the plot with Way and his girlfriend, actually. And then there's everything with Khet and Kim (yeah that made me cry), and Kim and Way (also made me cry). As The Shipper progresses, we see more deeply into every relationship and motive until we're finally able to understand the character's hearts. And by the time we do, that's why everything hurts so darn bad. It comes together so well.

The balance of lighthearted and heavy was actually really enjoyable to me, though I see from skimming through the tag that not everyone agrees here lol. But personally I liked the plot and the ending and think they worked pretty harmoniously. The series is definitely sad but I wouldn't call it a "sad show?" A reflective one for sure (not saying it's the deepest show on the planet but still) and kinda cathartic. I think it's interesting that, despite all the fantasy and off-the-wall elements, this show had a huge sense of realness to me?? While yeah, still being that fantasy story with wacky elements and lovable characters, which adds such a vibe and really makes the show xD

(Sidenote I laughed at the last line, 'so this is what it's like having a yaoi girlfriend' lmao. sorry khet. i'm not always keen on like, humor last lines—they sometimes feel out of place after sad things— but this one fit well and lifted the mood and seemed full circle. they brought it back to comedy without it being clunky. that whole last scene with her and khet was nice. now I just need to understand the after credit voiceover bc youtube didn't subtitle it AGH)

Honestly, no notes. Idk how common this take is, but: this was probably one of my favorite Thai dramas so far???

Anyway, looking forward to putting more of this show on your dash in the future xD

[rimouskis]

in the last three-ish days I've seen three movies, two were very very good and one was underwhelming:

the element of magical realism truly elevated the film and I thought it was fabulously rendered... it occurred to me earlier today that they literally open with showing Lou being willing to get her hands dirty. like oh my gosh that is just good writing. ugh. love. Ed Harris was so damn good in this role and I thought kstew knocked it out of the park. she was still very much herself in this role (as I think she often is, lol) but it played to her strengths and she pulled out some GREAT humor in a dark script. that being said it's such a dark story that I don't know how rewatchable it is? Like I really appreciated it as an art piece about cycles of violence and if we can escape them, but it's definitely a viscerally upsetting film lol. alas I am a little baby about some things and that does include gore and violence, which this movie wielded well as a narrative tool. Also Katy O'Brien...... what a casting. Again, they chose the right people for this movie.

I think my favorite is ultimately love lies bleeding because I was so impressed by the story and the cinematography. (That shot they kept showing of the gym with the town in the background at night... it was like a painting. There was SUCH an excellent sense of Place kn this film, and i love a good sense of Place).

a VERY VERY close second (and I think the more rewatachable film, honestly) was monkey man. I just got out of the theater so I haven't gotten all my thoughts straight yet but whaaaaat a strong directorial debut from dev... he was wonderful in his role and I was stunned by all the gorgeous visuals. I would love to know more about how this is a commentary on the current politics in India (I've read a post or tweet here and there) so I'm going to go find some articles when I get home, but I definitely will be watching this again. I thought it could have used tighter and more directed editing or writing around the middle - as soon as kid got to the temple I think the plot became a little muddled as we got his full backstory, and I do think we could have gotten a tighter or more... explicit(?) recovery journey/Finding His Purpose moment. But I think the hijra of the temple were so charming and the cinematography so beautiful that I'm willing to forgive some clunky plotting and exposition, you know? no movie needs to be perfect to be VERY good.

also my GOD the fight scenes were so visceral. once again I am a huge baby and was flinching so many times during the movie lol but I was totally sucked into the action. I was slapping my hand over my mouth several times lol.

one more mention of the sheer beauty of this film... the hijras' skirts spinning in that second to last fight were sooooo lovely and just spoke to great art direction. Will definitely watch again, and can't wait to do so with more information about the inspiration/parallels being drawn here.

My loser of the movie marathon was challengers:/ which toooo be fair it was the movie I watched LEAST closely (I was watching it at home on my computer, mostly because I wanted to see the scene with the knee injury since I saw the animatronic/fake Zendaya body they made to shoot the scene).

anyways, I wasn't in love with the cinematography nor the plot. It just wasn't my speed, and while I think Zendaya can play a haughty mean woman very well, I was... not very captured by the twisted tale of these three characters. Wasn't for me, alas.

[dear-mortality]

the shepherd prince

chapter two: a normal night

chapter 1

chapter omega

characters pronouns: misk (she/her), enfys(she/he/they), ether(all pronouns)

misks appearance: she's black, almost all grey hair tied into a loose ponytail with a short scarf, her clothing is all full of red and gold, some golden rings on her wrists.

"hey uh mom we have a situation-"

said enfys but was interrupted by their mom on some python spitting fire getting out of the cauldron

"UNFORTUNATELY DEARIE I HAVE A BIT OF A SITUATION TOO SO IF YOU WILL-"

said misk, the mother of enfys and the one who taught him magic. she had red clothing and messy hair with a red scarf Tying it loosely. she and enfys had the same facial features, she had alot of gold in her outfit and had some golden ring bracelets. enfys threw something in the cauldron to fix the spell. they held their mom as she fell off the now gone python and put her gently on the ground.

"oh that worked.....how did i not think of that"

"your memory isn't exactly the best mom don't worry about that we can fix it later"

"yes....yes you're right. so what was your situation?"

she said as she was continuing her work

"uhh....well.....the prince learned of his curse"

".....what"

she said as she was slowly turning to face them

"LISTEN I WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE AND THEN SOME SCOUTS GOT IN AND HE SOMEHOW MADE FRIENDS WITH THEM BUT THEN HE ATE LIKE ALL OF THEM EXCEPT ONE ESCAPED AND NOW HE KNOWS OF HIS CURSE AND THAT SCOUT IS GOING BACK TO WHERE HE CAME FROM PROBABLY FOR REINFORCEMENTS....."

".....and what did you do to him AFTER he learned of his curse?"

"......i put him to sleep in a magic cage-"

misk face palmed the second these words left enfys mouth

"WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO HE PANICKED AND WE CAN'T REASON WITH HIM THAT WAY"

"yes but you forgot that. one: he STRESS EATS....AND TWO HE BREAKS MAGIC SPELLS"

"except i forged a new spell that cannot be broken so we're fine and the sheep are safe"

sheep panick screams are heard being cut immediately with gnawing sounds

"ugh.....i really thought i had the right one this time"

enfys goes out to see sheep getting slaughtered and the werewolf leaving nothing but bones

he then stands in its line of sight

"its really not very kind to eat your people prince ether."

the werewolf pounces on enfys only for it to be an illusion

"wow you are not in a good mood tonight"

the werewolf then hurls a bunch of sheep on enfys

"oh come on-" enfys stops the sheep from falling and lands them slowly but before he could let them land completely the werewolf gets close and almost claws at him

he quickly uses magic to get back and leave a flame circle around the beast

"didn't they teach you some manners ether? at least take me to dinner before you tear up my organs"

"enfys, unless seducing that RAMPAGING WEREWOLF can get it to calm down I'd rather you don't do it infront of me"

"MOM???" enfys yelled in surprise and utter horror. he did not want his mom seeing that side of him.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE THAT THING CAN ATTACK YOU AT ANY SECOND-" he's interrupted by the werewolf jumping in the air over the flames and trying to land on enfys

"SEE WHAT I MEAN???" enfys Summons some rock monsters to distract the beast

"YOU GOTTA GO"

"no i need some of its fur"

"WHY???"

"DON'T TALK BACK TO YOUR ELDERS"

"WHY DO YOU NEED THE FUR- HOW AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO GET THAT???"

"JUST INDULGE ME!"

the beast has broken the rock monsters and started running directly in their direction

"UGH FINE. if i die its on you."

enfys then lunges at the werewolf

as he's leaving misk whispers something under her breath

"we both know that's not true"

enfys tricks the beast into attacking and gets on its back. holding some of the werewolfs fur for misk he gets a spell ready.

"alright ether i may have given you your nap but its time to wake up"

enfys casts a spell to wake up ether

as ether is waking up enfys cuts a handful of the fur before his transformation back

ether wakes up confused and worried

he starts panicking and starts to look everywhere seeing the blood and gore of the sheep he killed. he is panting and pulling his hair and his vision gets a little Shakey

"HEY hey its ok" enfys starts comforting ether as to not let his mind spiral

"but its my fault!!" the sentence appears in the thought bubble as ether is visibly panting and tearing up

"no. it isn't." enfys assures him "you're under the effect of a curse remember? you can't control it"

ether starts to cry but he's not panicking as badly anymore

he reaches to hug a nearby sheep as his cries and whimpers are muffled by its wool

"geez.....i really wish we can cure you soon..." enfys says as he leaves the Prince on the ground with the sheep

"i see why you were seducing him now" misk says out of the blue

"GAH! MOM! STOP THAT! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH HEART ATTACKS FOR ONE DAY" enfys yells as his ears heat up from embarrassment

"did you get the fur?"

"yeah yeah" he hands it to her "hopefully you can work with this"

"it will suffice. and the prince? should we tell him the full story?"

"im....im not sure.... he's awfully confused right now he doesn't know what he is or who he is.....i think it will be dangerous to trust him with the details at least for now"

"if you say so. it doesn't matter to me."

misk said with a tired tone

the prince then looks over to enfys and misk who are carefully approaching him

"hey ether. its time you learned of the full story. of who you are." enfys said looking at his mom who was making a spell to tell the tale using colorful smoke. the prince is about to learn how he was cursed to be a beast.

[moaserendipity]

Between us ep1 messy review

ITS FINALLY HERE!!! We have waited so damn long for this BL! I think we waited since 2019!!!! It’s almost 2023 guys!! But the wait is over!!! So let’s dive in!!!

We start with both of them waking up. You immediately see the differences in their characters. So is Win up and ready to go, while Team is still in bed and late🤭 Win is looking hot once again, while walking the school grounds!!

AHHH OUR QUEEN IS BACK! And falling into Prueks arms because she tripped! I love this so much! Oh I love how they did this, the way Team immediately got Wins attention by just being there!

Ah I see what they are doing, they are introducing the cast. Okay cool just hope it won’t pull away the attention from the main couple, because that would not be okay!

HELLO DEAN👀 Pruek has it bad already doesn’t he🤭 have you never met the one??…. YES HE HAS, haha Team has his full attention, I love this, love at first sight!

Being hard on Team right away, give the kid a break my sexy man! I get that they want to treat all students the same but what use is that scholarship if you still have to qualify? I mean what if you don’t then you lose your scholarship😲 anyway MY FAVORITE TRIO ARE BACK😍 I missed them so much! Awww of course they will come and support you! He is going to do amazing because it’s Team💪🏻

Really Win you didn’t hear Team?! Come on that’s not cool but why did I forget they stayed in the same dorm🤔 why didn’t I know Santa would be in this? But I don’t mind because he is a great actor from what I’ve seen🥰 gosh who is watching porn….LMAO OF COURSE ITS YATCH🤭 please stop watching all that porn my man! 😂 but he looks HOT👀

Aww Team is nervous, I get it though because he could lose his scholarship! Again I love this friendship! Manow is so relatable😂

Team looking good! Come on you got this! Wins eyes really follow Team around the entire time. I love this🥰🥹 Ah Pruek saw his target as well🤭 ohhhhhh the moment Dean & Pharm spotted each other! It’s so refreshing to see the other pov of this! I am here for it! The tears in Deans eyes, my gosh🥹 Dean really looks like a strict captain! Don’t wanna mess with him or Win for that matter🙈

OH WHAT WAS THAT! I know Team has a trauma but didn’t expect that! I am curious now! Go team though!! 💪🏻 FIRST PLACE AS HE SHOULD!!😍💪🏻 Oh Win, it’s getting obvious now👀 that little head tilt when Team was in the water smiling🤭

Ah this scene. The first actual meeting of Dean & Pharm. I was already devastated when this happened. Poor Pharm crying and why did I always think this was happening in the evening, while it most definitely is during the day🤔 I love how we see that Pharm calls Team because he is upset. I always wondered if Pharm friends had an inkling about what was going on and I love that at least Team did know and didn’t judge him but just tried to be there for him. At first I wondered why Win was following him but it’s probably to make sure everything was okay AND to see what kind of person Team is🥹 also he might think Pharm is his boyfriend? Because they do look close enough for that tbh🤔

Ahhh nice! The Beach! Lmao these 4 hot guys, they make perfect friends! 😂 Teambuilding is always nice to do but I prefer no heavy activities 🤭 ugh I wish I could be in Thailand and swimming in the ocean😍 don’t laugh too hard because there will be karma🤭 sigh of course Team hurts himself. The way Win is treating Team, I mean don’t be too hard on him! The way Team is sulking after those harsh words from Win. Like the dude cut his feet don’t need to tell him he still has to attend training🙈 oh Win didn’t like Team talking back at him😲 but Team made it better by thanking him🥰

Ah Dean staring into the distance. He doesn’t have issues, he just missed something or someone in his life and now he has found that person. He must be so confused but also happy?! Seriously Dean stop standing there, jeez🙈 it’s kind of sad that Win feels like he never had something to call his, thankfully that will change soon because you will have Team all to yourself🥹 Dean is not wrong here! You probably have some walls up Win🥹

Okay Win just go after him. I mean the staring is not going to do anything🤭 Oh these friends, like really don’t pull him away from the food!! Especially not for watching porn🙈 Poor Team he really is innocent isn’t he, gosh he better get a cold shower🙈 also his friends teasing him like that while he definitely is uncomfortable, that’s not cool guys. Not everyone enjoys watching porn with friends…

Team you should get a shower INSIDE, because there you have it. Win on his evening round… (is he a stalker though because he is everywhere👀) Win is teasing but also right in his face, jeez what happened with Hi my name is👀 WOW KISSING ALREADY, I SAY LET’S GO😏

OHHHHHHH HOLY!!! YEAH JUST FOLLOW HIM TO HIS ROOM, LIKE WHY NOT👀🫣 Win really knows what he wants huh… like I get it but damn this is fast, NOT COMPLAINING THOUGH!!

Also the way he asks those question is seriously SEXY! The way he makes sure that Team is not drunk and will remember everything, the way he makes sure he knows where and with whom he is, this is seriously sexy! I LOVE IT!! Consent like this, just wow!🔥

HOLY SHIT LIKE DAMN THAT WAS FIRE! THE FIRE THAT CAME OF THAT NC SCENE LIKE WOW! THE CHEMISTRY, THE WAY I FORGOT TO BREATHE AND THE WAY I EVEN CALLED WIN “Hia Win” jeez…. It’s a Masterpiece. It was perfect!🔥🔥🔥🔥

And they really ended it in the middle of it, like do they love to torture us, probably but damn I need to see more!!!!!!!!!! Those 3 years of waiting were definitely worth it! See you next time👋

[mckiwi]

Whumptober 2022 Day 8: Stomach Pain

Characters: Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Wong

Summary: The toll of magic is different for everyone. Apparently for Stephen, it means a change of diet.

Ugh. He knew he shouldn't have gone back for a second helping. Stomach full and content, Stephen threw his breakfast bowl in the sink to wash later. He plopped into his favorite chair and took out the book he had been reading. He hadn't gotten through three paragraphs before the Sanctum rumbled in warning. Something was wrong. A light flickered in the hallway, then a little further. Trusting the Sanctum to lead him, Stephen followed the flickering lights to the relic room. He immediately saw the problem.

A vase was shattered on the floor with a black cloud surrounding it… demons… an amazing start to his day. The black cloud quickly formed snarling faces, all of them chanting we're free, we will reign yet again, we have escaped, and other victorious cries. "Oh no you don't," Stephen said and cast the Shield of the Seraphim around the unwanted guests. They, of course, didn't appreciate it as they immediately started clawing at the golden runes caging them. He then fastened the vase back together and trapped the demons back inside. Not a permanent fix, but long enough for him to find a better containment.

Stephen lightly clutched his stomach as a sudden wave of nausea rolled over him. That wasn't even a taxing spell? Why would he be feeling affects? Perhaps it's just because he recently ate. Yes, that had to be it. His stomach just hadn't digested the food yet.

Later that day, Stephen only took about five bites of his pizza before his heart started to burn and his gut twisted. What was going on? Two instances in one day? He was healthy, wasn't he? He felt the best he had in years. He wasn't diabetic or at risk for most medical emergencies. Maybe it was time he called in that favor with Christine.

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"Check again," Stephen demanded.

"I can check again all you want me to but the fact still remains you have a stomach ulcer," Christine explained, slightly sympathetic. "There's multiple reasons a stomach ulcer can appear, there's-"

Stephen raised a hand to stop her, "I know, Christine. Thank you, but I'm aware of the causes as well. I've still got a doctorate, not that anyone cares."

Christine sighed, "you know I didn't mean it like that. What do you think caused it, then?"

Stephen returned the sigh, "the only thing I can think of is-"

He opened the fridge and immediately gagged as he saw its contents, "Wong! Please tell me there's a perfectly good explanation for why there's eyeballs in the fridge!"

Wong meandered to where Stephen was and made a small noise of realization, "so that's where those went."

"Why are they in there?" Stephen asked. "That's gotta be at least twelve biohazards."

"Magic," Wong answered and opened the jar.

"Magic?" He repeated, watching as Wong snatched an eye from the jar, "for what? Potions? Spells?"

Wong popped the eyeball in his mouth like a grape, "for a snack." Stephen heaved.

"Crap," Stephen groaned.

"Crap? What's that mean? You need to take a crap?" Christine asked.

"What? No. Well… yes, but that's not what this is about," Stephen deflected. "Magic takes a toll. That's why we have relics to take the strain our bodies can't. That's not to say the body doesn't get away scot-free, though. The toll can take many forms as it changes your biology to be a better conduit for magic. It can affect the blood, brain, eyes, lungs, ears, and even the stomach."

"What's that mean for you then? You'll have stomach ulcers from now on?" Christine asked worriedly.

Stephen shrugged, "I don't know. I'll ask Wong about it. He should know. It's probably nothing serious."

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"I'm perfectly serious, Stephen. Your stomach can't tolerate human food anymore," Wong explained.

Stephen pinched the bridge of his nose, "this can't be happening."

Wong laid a hand on his shoulder, "it's alright. You'll just have a slight change in diet. The other sorcerers who have a similar toll have adapted. So will you."

"I don't wanna eat eyeballs, Wong! I live in New York City! I want to eat pizza, french fries, and all the other greasy foods that'll shave at least twenty years off my life!" Stephen protested. "What if I ate human food anyway? I'm used to pain, I can deal with heartburn if that means no interdimensional… whatever is gonna enter my stomach."

Wong pressed his lips together, "I assure you the food isn't that bad. You can still eat salad, it'll just be lettuce from another dimension. As for eating human food, you still can, it'll upset your stomach and give you bad reactions. Similar to someone who's lactose intolerant. You're just human-food intolerant."

Stephen dropped his head on the table. A moment later, he heard a click beside him as Wong set down a bowl. It almost looked like spaghetti, but Stephen wasn't fooled. "What's in this? Alien intestines? Bug guts?"

"Pasta, meat, and sauce," Wong deadpanned. "From the Elysium dimension. Grains and fruits grown from the Elysian Fields. Meat straight from the Farm." Wong pushed the bowl to Stephen's elbow.

It did smell quite pleasing, far better than the sandwich he tried to choke down earlier. Stephen stared at the bowl incredulously, then at Wong. His stomach growled. "If this kills me, I guarantee you I will come back to haunt your every waking moment." Stephen twirled some noodles onto his fork, raised it to his mouth, and took a bite. The flavor exploded in his mouth so suddenly and-

Oh.

That actually wasn't half bad. A bit more of a herbal taste than spaghetti normally had, but not bad.

Wong smirked at Stephen's surprised face, "told you."

[meggie-stardust]

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@steterweek Day 6: Epistolary elements. It took me like 5 mins to craft the "story" and then like an hour to make these dumb images, and I still got the date/time stamps messed up. OH WELL. Also, I of course, had to use these images that dropped this week. OBVIOUSLY.

Stiles goes on vacation without Peter

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45 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#4

Friends, I'd like to present my @steter-bang 2022 fic and the stunning art by my partner @bettertasting. This is her first contribution to the TW/Steter fandom, and I am so damn lucky that she was my partner for this. Y'all have to tell her how amazing the art is so she keeps giving us Steter content. 💜

This fic wouldn't have gotten anywhere without the cheerleading from my co-mods @teenwerewoofs and @midmorning-bomb, and the words of wisdom and encouragement from @punchedbymarkesmith.

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At This Truth We Have Arrived

After years of exacting revenge on the Argents for the murder of Laura, Peter returns to Beacon Hills only to be confronted by the truth that the pack has moved on without him. But the fact that everything he once knew has changed isn't necessarily a bad thing; not when there is someone like Stiles who is so full of possibilities.

OR as my WIP notes for this fic say: "Peter is curious. They do something. Murder murder. Sex sex."

“Okay, so the thing is, and I’m not criticizing you here,” Stiles says as they turn off the main road and onto a ranger access road, “but the thing is that when you got rid of all the Argents, some folks may have taken that as an invitation to, you know, take their place.” Peter slams on the breaks and turns to Stiles as the car skids to a halt on the dirt road. “Have you been dealing with other hunting families?” “Ugh, no,” Stiles says, rubbing at the spot where the seat belt tightened over his chest. “Not families. More like the odd vigilante.” “That’s still not great, but––” “Until now,” Stiles interrupts. “This one, Monroe, I think she might be a bigger problem if we don’t…” “Take care of her?” “Take care of. Murder. Po-tay-to. Po-tah-to,” Stiles says easily. “The point is she’s recruiting.”

Read At This Truth We Have Arrived and see the amazing art on AO3.

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"How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? Back, I tell you all! This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you'll have to deal with me."

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I know a ton of people have said this before but for the love everything PLEASE stop treating AO3 like instagram. It is NOT cringe to comment on an old story. It’s an archive old stories are still meant to be found and read. Please think about interacting with the fic you read: at least kudos if you read it, a comment would be ideal. The authors will be over the moon. I guarantee you not a single author is going to ask why someone is commenting on an older fic.

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[showtoonzfan]

Charlie’s New Design Thoughts And Critiques (and thoughts for the show)

So I mentioned I was still going to talk about Hazbin from time to time, and as luck would have it, the official Hazbin Hotel Twitter website have JUST released Charlie’s new design. It has been awhile since we saw the logo pick of the hotel and the new Twitter website, so fans are very happy to see what’s in store. Here is the picture that they released:

Alright.....so let’s go by this slow and steadily. Before I get to the actual character, let’s talk about the background. I obviously noticed how the background is similar to the backgrounds that were in the end credits of the Addict Music Video. What do I think? Well...this background is fine I guess, it’s not bad, just.....the colors. I think EVERYONE knows by now that one of the MAJOR criticisms the Hazbin pilot got was that the backgrounds have WAAAY too many reds, pinks, maroons, anything that falls into that category. Here, again while I don’t think the background is bad, nothing has really changed. It’s still reds, yellows, purples, maroons, so.....so far Hazbin has showed me that they haven’t improved on the backgrounds one bit. Now calm yourselves, I KNOW this is just ONE picture, and we still have no idea what the full inside of the hotel looks like, but when you have a cast of characters with mostly reds, blacks, and pinks, you MIGHT want to make sure they don’t blend into the background. On the subject of the hotel backgrounds, I also hope that....ya know, there won’t be any more freaking inconsistencies this time when the show comes out. I think you’ll notice that in the pilot, the hotel backgrounds constantly change, things will move around from shot to shot, so I hope the communication on that will be better. All I ask is that the hotel itself has more variety than it did in the pilot, because again, from what we saw it was mostly reds, pinks, purples, and blacks, and we need MORE than that......please.

Now to Charlie herself. Oh boy.......so, first of all, in the description of the Twitter post, it says “Introducing Charlie Morningstar, our very own princess of hell”. So......wait......I...are you telling me her new last name....is “MORNINGSTAR?” Look, a lot of people so far don’t seem to have a problem with that being her last name but, for me personally? I’m sorry, I don’t dig it at all. The name just sounds.........god, just cheesy and stupid, I honestly don’t know how to describe it any other way. I like “Magne” a WHOOOLE lot better than whatever this My Little Pony shit is. At least Mange was creative and had variety to it, this is just..........dumb.

But what do I think of her design? Well, let’s go from top to bottom. First, her hair. Her hair is okay, it’s certainly way better than whatever the hell Viv was trying to do her sides before. I also like how she has bands in it now, makes more sense. Now to her eyes. Cleary, the change they made was that her pupils are now red instead of black. Yay...more red. Okay but in all seriousness, at first I was like “UGH NO WHY DID THEY MAKE HER PUPILS RED”, but now? It honestly makes her stand out more, so I’ll give them that.

Now for her under-clothing. In the pilot, Charlie wore a white a black sleeveless shirt as well as suspenders. In the new photo, she has a necktie, and while her shirt is still white, you can see that the suspenders are gone. That I don’t like. I honestly loved her suspenders, I thought she looked cute in them, and.....I dunno, I just really like suspenders lol. I DO like the neck tie addition though!

But now....it has come to this..........the SUIT color change.

Yeah.....I’m NOT happy about this. At all. Before, her suit is clearly pink....but here.......it’s RED. I dunno why I was expecting something different, I genuinely don’t. Why...WHY is her outfit red? Christ Viv, what is it with you and the red? The thing that bothers me is that if Charlie looks like THIS, then what is ALASTOR ganna look like? Oh god.....I’m scared guys.....I’m genuinely TERRIFIED. It’s ganna be SO BAD if Alastor is completely red, don’t get me started. If they both look the same then..........ugh. My eyes. The thing is Charlie’s outfit could work so long as all the other characters aren’t red as well but......I think we all know that ain’t ganna happen. Seriously, we all had to worry about Al because he blended into the background since he was too red, but now we gatta worry about CHARLIE too?

So far Hazbin has proved to me that they still have trouble making the characters pop out from the backgrounds. I mean, Charlie’s HEAD pops out, but her outfit.......doesn’t. So yeah, the only positives I can say about this new design are the eyes, hair, and suit, because I will admit, I found Charlie’s outfit boring before, but the colors? I can tell Viv hasn’t listened to any criticism so far. She looks EXACTLY like Alastor and that’s not a good thing. 😬

Finally, my thoughts on the future of the show. I’m finally glad we got SOMETHING, hopefully a teaser is coming soon, and I’m......certainly interested to see what the other characters look like.....as well as deeply scared. I’m still a fan of this show guys, but from what we got in the pilot? A LOOT is going to have to change, especially the writing, that’s all I can say without elaborating. I know this may sound negative, but I feel like the show will just be a train wreck, unless Viv has matured more over the course of the pilot’s release and has become a better writer.....though....looking at her work from Helluva Boss, I don’t think it’s looking okay so far, and that’s how I would describe this character teaser. The colors are still mostly reds, yellows and blacks, and the colors on Charlie don’t make her stand out completely, especially the damn suit, half of me wishes it was BLACK like in the old promo art Viv drew. As for the show, I’m still going to watch it when it comes out, my expectations are low but as someone who is a fan, I WANT to see this show succeed, and I WANT to see it do better because I used to be a HUGE fan. I may be harsh sometimes and critique the show, but I don’t HATE it guys. I really don’t, and I’m allowed to critique it if I want.

Thank you for reading, and I’ll see you next time. 👋💕

[idy-ll-ique]

Just Peachy.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, overall very fluffy and cute

Requested: nope

Summary: in which Y/N gets hurt and Ransom is the perfect fiancé.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! ok im gonna say it,,, im a hoe for soft!ransom idc idc. enjoy!

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"If anything happens while I'm at work, if you get hurt, don't hesitate to call me, alright? I'll be home in 15 minutes. Just call." Wise words by Ransom Drysdale, her fiancé.

Was she going to do that? Nope! Y/N grumbled from her position on the ground; she was walking down the stairs when she had tripped and fallen, ending up in a heap on the floor with one ankle definitely broken and a cut on her temple. Slowly, as the pain got too much to bear, she started crawling to the best of her abilities towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

As she neared the bathroom her hopes went up, until she saw the cupboard above the sink on top of which the first aid kit was kept. "Who fucking keeps it so high up?" she cursed under her breath as she grabbed the sink, slowly standing up, praying the sink wouldn't break under her as she applied her full body weight on the poor thing. She was successful.

Now putting her entire weight on her good foot, she reached up and, severely underestimating the weight of the kit, yanked it up, causing the heavy box to come crashing down on her. "Damn it, fucking son of a—" she cursed loudly as the box knocked her off her already weak feet. She fell on her back with a grunt and the heavy box landed on her chest, forcing her to exhale a breath. "Fuck."

Y/N forgot to hear a painful crunch.

She started lifting her hands to push the kit away when a sharp pain shot through her left wrist, causing her to wince. "Oh, great, another broken limb? Just what I needed. Great. Fucking peachy," she muttered and shoved the box away with her right hand, moving to sit up. She tried to crawl out of the bathroom but this time, with only one hand to support her, the task was perilous.

Ransom tapped his fingers on his desk at work in the tune of his favorite song, frowning at the blank open document in front of him. He was working on his second book, but today, inspiration was nowhere to be found. No ideas were coming to his head on how to proceed with the next chapter. I wonder what Y/N is doing, he thought and smiled softly at the thought of his fiancée.

Ransom and Y/N met at a party thrown by a mutual friend. He was being his usual, bitter self in the gardens outside the lavish mansion (yes, a mansion) when Y/N had approached him first. "Hi there, I'm Y/N. I noticed you were being too quiet and you slipped out, and wondered if you wanted to talk to someone?"

He wanted to push her away for talking to him like that, especially since he left the house for a reason, but instead he just smiled at her. A genuine smile. "I'd like that a lot." And so, they talked. Ransom was proud to announce that he had first fallen for her nature, her personality and her demeanor instead of her looks, which was what made their relationship special.

At least for Ransom, given the type of man he used to be.

Y/N was extremely gorgeous in his eyes. That was simply an added bonus. By the end of the party, both of them had walked into the house again and Ransom had put on quite a show about asking her out to dinner, which she readily agreed to. She knew what kind of a man he was; spoiled, full of himself and had a big attitude problem but that one talk with him changed her perception of Ransom Drysdale.

He was truly nice to the people he cared about, one of them being her. They talked for a short while and he was nothing short of polite, sweet and funny at times. He flirted endlessly since that was part of his personality but she didn't mind, she liked it, even. Ever since that day, they were inseparable and now, 4 years later, engaged.

"Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit…" Y/N chanted as she slowly crawled to the living room, the pain in her body increasing by the minute. Finally putting her pride aside, she grabbed her phone off the couch and called Ransom, falling to the floor with deep breaths. Ransom's eyes snapped away from his laptop and landed on his phone when it started ringing.

Grinning, he picked up the call when Y/N's smiling face came into view. The moment she spoke, though, his grin dropped. "Hugh…" Y/N choked out, eyes filling with tears when the pain finally caught up to her. "Y/N? Bubba, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, immediately leaping to his feet. He shut the laptop, grabbed his coat and stormed out of his office, towards his car. Work be damned.

"It's— it's nothing. I'm sorry for calling, I know you're busy—" He nearly scoffed. "Babe, listen to me. You're more important. I'm coming home, I just left the office. Speak to me, bub, tell me," he insisted as he drove like a madman towards his house. "Just got hurt a little bit," Y/N mumbled and Ransom's heart broke. "Darling, I'll take care of it when I get home."

Thankfully, 15 minutes later, he reached home. Ransom hurriedly parked his car and threw open the front door, freezing when he saw his fiancée lying near the couch on the floor, the phone still in her hand as her eyes snapped away from the ceiling towards him. "Ransom," she stuttered and he walked towards her, kneeling next to her. His thumb swiped the blood on her temple.

God, did he want to punch her on her stupid, beautiful face for telling him she was just a little hurt. "Bub, what's this?" He picked her up and placed her on the couch, moving to take her hand but it fell limp… in a weird angle. His eyes widened. "Is your wrist broken?" he whispered and Y/N nodded, turning away from him. "And you had the fucking audacity to tell me it was nothing?!" he screamed.

She kept silent as he checked the rest of her body, finding out that her ankle was broken as well, the skin around it swollen black and blue. "You're a fucking dumbass, you know that?" he muttered as he called a doctor, sitting on the floor next to the couch. "I didn't want to disturb you." She was wheezing and he turned to her, only to see her clutching at her chest with a pained expression on her face.

"Baby?"

"Hurts." He sat up and ripped the t-shirt off her, eyes darkening when they landed on the bruise forming on her chest and between the valley of her breasts. "What the fuck happened when I was gone?" he hissed as he covered her up again. "I… I fell down the stairs first and broke my ankle," she began, fidgeting. "Well you should've called me then!" he insisted, exasperated.

"I didn't want to be a burden," she admitted in a small voice and Ransom's resolve broke. He teared up a bit and pressed his lips to hers, shaking his head. "You're not a burden, Y/N. I told you, if you're hurt at home, call me. I meant it. Even if it's a paper cut, call. Even if it's a skinned knee, call. I'm always here for you, and I always will be here." Y/N sniffled under him.

"Ransom…" He gently sat her up and sat next to her, only to pull her on his lap as he held her close. "Don't you dare think you're a burden ever again. I signed up for this. A burden is something you're not willing to carry. This? I'm willing to carry this to the end of the world," he whispered, squeezing her body as tightly as he could without crushing her. "I love you, Ran."

I love you, too.

"I know, sweetcheeks." And he grinned when her head shot up and she promptly slapped him on the cheek. "You're so full of yourself, Drysdale," she huffed. "You still love me," he hummed as she snuggled into his arms. "Fortunately for you, unfortunately for me, yeah, yes I do," she sighed.

Soon, the doctor arrived, patched her up and said the worst thing she had ever heard in her life.

"Bedrest for 2 weeks till the ankle heals."

And seeing Ransom's shit-eating grin had caused her to glare so viciously at him that even he had cowered. "Babe, doctor's orders, can't help it." After the doctor left, they were now laying side by side on their bed, staring at each other. "I can't just sit here with nothing to do!" she whined, snuggling closer to him. He put an arm around her, sighing.

"Well, face the reality, kitten. You're staying here and that's an order."

"Funny you think you can boss me around, sweetheart."

"I know I can't but this time, I will. I'll strap you down to the bed, mark my words," Ransom said with a roll of his eyes. "Kinky," Y/N snickered and Ransom kissed her nose with a smirk. "You are not getting up, Mrs Drysdale," he whispered and she pouted, jutting her lower lip out as far as she could along with giving him puppy eyes. "Please, Ran?" Ransom laughed.

"No." She groaned loudly. "Ugh, fine! I'll just get up when you go to work," she spoke smugly and Ransom turned to her, eyes wide. "Oh no you don't." He leaped up from the bed, making her whine. "Where are you going?! I need cuddles, Ran, I'm hurt!" she insisted and he got back into bed, taking out his phone. "I'm making calls to work. I'm gonna work from home now."

"You don't have to do that!" she insisted vehemently but Ransom refused to hear it. "I have to! To make sure your cute, dumb little ass stays in bed like the doctor said," he huffed. After one phone call, he sighed in relief and relaxed against the bed. "Pays to be a Thrombey, ya know," he chuckled, ruffling Y/N's hair as she snuggled into his side.

She was a mess. Her left hand was in cast, and so was her right ankle. After the doctor left she had taken off her t-shirt, leaving her in her sports bra, the wound on her chest a deep purple with flecks of red. There was also a bandaid on her temple for the small cut. "I figured." It was quiet for some time. "You never finished the story, babe. How did you get so hurt?"

"Well, first the stairs incident, I told you. After that, I was going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit but it was too heavy. I didn't know that so when I lifted it, it fell on me. I broke my wrist from hitting it on the floor too hard and the first aid kit fell on my chest," she huffed, "The pain was too much so I called you." Ransom frowned. "You should've called earlier."

"I know. Sorry."

"It's okay, baby, I'm here now," Ransom smiled, giving her a loving kiss on the top of her head. "I'm getting tired," she yawned as the adrenaline started wearing off. "Sleep." Ransom adjusted himself so he was now half-lying on the bed, back resting against the headrest as he gathered Y/N in his arms. She fell asleep a few minutes later.

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"Ran…"

Y/N touched his side of the bed, only to be met with cold sheets instead of his warm body. She blinked the sleep away and sat up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn. Running a hand through her messy hair, she stood up and limped towards the stairs. 2 weeks had passed and as the doctor said, her bedrest was over.

Her ankle had healed but not fully, while the wrist was still in a cast. The wound on her chest was also feeling loads better. She walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen area only to see Ransom cooking breakfast. "Ran," she whined and he turned around. "Y/N! Get your ass in bed, why are you here?"

"It got lonely." She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his bare back. "Alright, fine." He spun around and grabbed her waist, lifting her and placing her on the kitchen counter. "Sit here." Y/N smiled lazily as she placed her head on his shoulder, watching him cook. He was making eggs. Omelettes.

"How did you sleep?" he questioned when the silence stretched on. "I slept well. The ankle doesn't hurt as much, nor the wound on my chest. But the wrist…" She sighed and Ransom looked at her with a sad smile, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "It'll get better, I promise. I'm not going to stop taking care of you."

"I'd like that very much," she replied shyly and he grinned. It was true, Ransom had truly taken care of her well. Breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed everyday for 2 weeks, he worked in their room and they had cuddled more in the two weeks than they had in their entire relationship. Y/N was super happy with their arrangement.

Of course, sometimes Ransom would be too busy, leaving her alone in the room while he worked downstairs or had a meeting with someone. But then he'd make it up to her by offering more snuggles and kisses. "My best girl," he murmured, placing the omelette he was making on a plate. He then carried the plate to the dining room, leaving her on the kitchen counter.

He returned just as fast, gathering her in his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple as he carried her to the dining table as well. "You're strong," she teased and he huffed. "I better be, or all that working out will be for nothing." She laughed and he placed her down on a chair. "Eat well, I'll be back." With another kiss dropped to her head, he went back to the kitchen area.

Y/N wondered how she became so lucky to have him as her fiancé. Yeah, sure, Ransom wasn't a very nice person in general but to her, he was the best. The man who once called his aunt unsavory things punched someone in the face when they had the audacity to call her the same things. "You better watch your fucking mouth or I'm gonna break all your teeth."

It hadn't affected her much anyway but seeing Ransom's reaction had sent a pleasant tingle down her spine. He was ready to do anything for her. And she had to admit, lately, he was being very soft. She had noticed the changes in him around a year ago; he'd become… domestic, almost. It was fun to see him like that.

His family, well, they were less than pleased when Ransom had first introduced her to them. They thought she wasn't good enough for him and had even tried to break them down. But that had only made them stronger. Ransom was in love with her and nothing his family said was going to change that. "Y/N?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and blinked at Ransom. "Yeah?" He laughed and sat in front of her with his own plate of food. "You were lost in thoughts; the food's getting cold, honey." She cursed softly and laughed along, finally finishing her food.

How had she gotten so lucky?

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Show some love, likes and reblogs will be appreciated <3

[drabsyo]

I was wondering...I was always confused about Narcissa’s hair. It’s been a while since I read the books. Did she color it blonde to show her now belonging to House Malfoys. Or was it naturally blonde? Movies confused me a bit I guess.

Yes, this had me confused too! I've agonized and toiled over it, more than I probably should, about how I should draw her hair because people have generally different views, which is totally understandable! 💕

And I've always wanted to discuss it, so now that I've been given a reason to... Well.

If you take a look at some of my Narcissa fanart, you'll notice the different ways I'd color her hair. I was so confused. Is she a light blonde? Dark blonde? A mix of raven hair and blonde hair? If she has blonde hair then why does her family have (mostly) dark hair? And WHY does she have blue eyes?! This woman is absolutely confusing! (Which is kind of, you know, fitting because Narcissa always loves to be a mystery to literally anyone lol)

So I did my homework, asked around, and scoured every bit of information, canon or otherwise, that I could find about her. It led me to this:

In canon, this is what the Black sisters look like. You can find the page here. Narcissa is a child here, and already has blonde hair. So we can go ahead and safely assume that she was born with natural blonde hair. But in the films, Narcissa has black and blonde hair. I don't actually know why they gave her that hair color, maybe so that the audiences wouldn't question her blood relations with the Blacks--I don't know. I really don't. But now we have a book version Narcissa, one who has full blonde hair. And a movie version Narcissa, one who has raven and blonde hair. At least, that's how the different hair colors started: a movie version, and a book version.

So... here's where it gets confusing.

To my knowledge, it isn't actually explained why her hair color is the way it is in both the movies and the books. Having blonde hair does raise many questions, how is she the "only" blonde in a family of dark hair and dark eyes? To top it all off, it gets even more confusing, because fanon writes and draws her either as a full blonde or a mix of raven and blonde hair. We just have this large pile to sift through of her having either hair color. No one actually explains anything. She's just... infuriatingly there. She's either blonde or raven haired and blonde. BUT fanfiction writers, as I've observed, give their own reasons why Narcissa's hair color is the way it is in their respective stories. And it's actually pretty creative and interesting! It adds even greater depth to her character, and it fits the narrative of the story even better. Remember, the character we're dealing with is Narcissa Black. One of her main traits is "she won't do anything unless there is a clear purpose behind it." This character is deliberate, meticulous, and she makes sure to plan ahead at all times. And so, some fanfiction writers decide to play on that.

You can skip this part if you want to avoid spoilers but I've compiled a small list of instances in (Cissamione) fanfiction where Narcissa's hair is mentioned.

🔹 In Extinction by rubikanon in Chapter 10: Build and Break, Hermione asks Narcissa about it. Here, Narcissa has black and blonde hair. She explains that she only decided to dye it blonde to "fit in with the Malfoys." We can gather two things from that alone, which resonates with her character perfectly: 1.) Narcissa is loyal and 2.) Narcissa purposefully wants to show the rest of the world how loyal she is by committing to having blonde hair. The woman has some serious commitment, and it shows. But now, the way that it's slowly growing back into her natural black hair color, hints that perhaps Narcissa no longer wishes to fit in with the Malfoys. However, if we take an even closer look, we can safely assume that Narcissa isn't the kind of person to just leave her hair color "unattended" like that. Remember, she's meticulous. And this is a big deal for her, the fact that she's just kind of letting it grow back instead of either fully dyeing it back to black, or dyeing it back to blonde. It suggests that perhaps she's a little unsure this time, perhaps it is her uncertainty that is the reason why it's now a mix of both. Another grey area? Or maybe it's actually something more deliberate? Maybe now, she likes that it's a mix of both. That other half now being solely for Draco, and not to fit in (completely) with the Malfoys any longer. Who knows why Narcissa does things the way she does? We can speculate to the ends of the earth, or be as smart as Hermione Granger (or with the case of Extinction, see Hermione's thoughts), but something tells me we'd still be a good step behind.

"Which one is your natural hair color?" I wondered aloud.

(Narcissa) She glanced up at the unexpected question. I was relieved she hadn't sensed my attention yet. It's not like I meant anything by it, I told myself. She was so beautiful, one couldn't help but notice. And feel physically drawn to her. And want to see her two-toned hair fanned across her back, slipping over the bare skin, silky beneath my fingers...

"Why do you ask?" Her query brought me back to reality, and I hurriedly corrected my imagination to include a pretty dress covering the rest of her.

"I don't know." I chewed the inside of my cheek, suppressing my other thoughts. "I'm just curious."

Her gaze returned to the fire. "You've seen enough of my relatives to guess which color is genetic. The blond is something I added to fit in with the Malfoys, after Draco was born." She was quiet for a moment. "He looks so much like his father. I suppose I wanted to share some resemblance."

🔹 In Killing Me Softly by Looktotheedges in Chapter 4: Nagging, Hermione suggests that perhaps Narcissa is part Veela because of her blonde hair and very attractive features, like Fleur. Which is this whole other theory/plot that's very interesting, but won't be discussed in this post. Narcissa tells Hermione that Sirius has always been blonde, and that it isn't out of the question for her to be blonde either. Sirius Black. A blonde. I know! Maybe it's there because it's funny that Sirius is actually blonde like Narcissa. Prissy, haughty, lady-like Narcissa. Arguably the 'girliest' cousin that he has. No, no, no. He doesn't want to be anything like Narcissa. Anyway, if that's the reason, I think that's hilarious and cute.

Narcissa turns away. 'I am aware my appearance is frightfully drab. Work has been…'

Hermione holds back a disbelieving scoff. 'Narcissa. You always look beautiful. And you’re talking to the witch with grass in her hair who practically lives in her office all week.'

Narcissa just leans further over the crib. 'A blonde little boy. It has been so long since… I can almost imagine…'

Hermione stands next to her. Looks down at the peacefully sleeping Louis. He does look remarkably like Draco. 'Are you sure there’s no Veela blood in you? You weren’t secretly switched at birth?'

'Like a changeling?'

'It would explain your blonde hair.'

'Sirius was also blonde, it is not completely out of the question for us Blacks.'

What?!

(...) 'I know. But it is the truth. He was blond until he was about seven… then it began to darken. Mousy. Dull. He wanted to look cool and brooding instead, so he got his hands on some kind of charm right before he set off for Hogwarts. A new, edgy Sirius. It was around then he forbade us from calling him Siri. Said it sounded too girly.'

🔹 In Fixed in Time by TheWorldsaBeastofBurden in Chapter 9: Sisters and Saviors, it's also tackled a little humorously. Andromeda let's a little comment slip while they're in the middle of trying to heal Hermione. Something funny, something that suggests Andromeda and Bella, when they were children, have always wondered why Narcissa is blonde unlike them.

The first words spoken occurred after they’d risen and attempted their casting. Andromeda’s preparedness to take on their task had been clear in her mind so Narcissa rose with her sister, wrapped an arm around her waist and held her near as the woman raised her wand to draw up the rest of the injury she’d dropped, half a slash across Hermione’s hip bone…

That remained half, as Andromeda growled out, “...it isn’t working.” she looked to Narcissa, “Why aren’t you powering me?”

What nonsense? “I am!” she insisted. She was! Or “I- I am trying to!” Her magic was active and alive, pulsing to rise from her skin and transfer into Andromeda’s but it- it wasn’t working! “Could...could it be that you were disowned?”

“Disowning doesn’t take away the fact that we share blood, our magic is directly related. Ugh, Bella always said you were adopted!”

“Oh ha- oh.”

“...oh?” Andromeda returned.

“...it’s not an issue of power. It is what I intend to aid in casting,” Narcissa slowly worked out. Oh, it was most blessed Mister Goyle could be brought to assist the present Hermione. If her present self had been brought to aid Andromeda? “...I cannot harm Hermione.”

Andromeda sighed with some frustration. “I understand you are so tenderly in love-”

“It isn’t- I’m avowed! I- when we arrived from the future we had to escape Malfoy Manor, I couldn’t bring Hermione through the wards without...I couldn’t add her directly, that would be visible. I had to...attach her permission to mine.”

🔹 In Glass Silence by Zarrene Moss (Menzosarres), which probably gives one of the most interesting backstories for Narcissa's hair, for why it's blonde. I can't put a clip of the scene here without hogging up a huge chunk of space on your dash, so I'll try to explain it as best I can instead.

Understand that these come with serious 🛑spoilers🛑 so please do read it at your own risk.

In Glass Silence, Narcissa's hair and eye color was black at birth. But after an accident with raw magic, something Bellatrix wasn't able to control when they were children, Narcissa almost dies. Bellatrix, using even more raw magic, tries desperately to pull Narcissa's "life force" back, but at the cost of losing the eumelanin that made Narcissa's eyes and hair black. Narcissa survived, but now has very little eumelanin left, which is why she's so pale, blonde, and has blue eyes. Every time Narcissa looks at a mirror, her reflection is a reminder of the day she almost died. Bella, on the other hand, is reminded of that day every single time she looks at Narcissa.

So! These are only a few fanfictions I could think of at the top of my head that tackles the issue of Narcissa's hair. In the books, to my knowledge, she is described as having blonde hair and very pale skin.

But let's take another deep dive, if you're up for it.

These are mostly theories, which are largely unconfirmed, but I think they're interesting to think about.

There's this description in the wiki:

"Narcissa Malfoy is described as tall, slim, "nice looking", and very pale, with blue eyes, long blonde hair, and a clear, cold voice. Her hair colouring thus differs from most of the House of Black, who generally have dark hair, though Narcissa does possess the arrogant good looks characteristic of her family."

There's also this pinterest photo of the Black sisters being compared to each other side by side, descriptively and physically. I'm so sorry, I don't know who drew it, but here's a link to the post on pinterest.

"Narcissa threw back her hood. She was so pale she seemed to shine in the darkness... long blonde hair streaming down her back."

Which is interesting because this hints that she's... different. It's a bit literal in this sense--she comes from a pureblood family, arguably the most influential and notorious one, the Blacks, who mostly have dark hair and eyes, and yet her physical appearance directly contrast that. There's also the matter of her namesake. She's the only Black to be named after a flower instead of a galaxy or a star. We aren't really given any explanation why she's the only one who's different. Even Sirius, who fought and died for the side of the Light, is named after the brightest star in the sky. Even Andromeda. It's been said that this is actually meant to be a parallel of some sort to Lily Evans. Narcissa and Lily are both named after flowers, even Petunia (Lily's sister). And I know there's this thing where it's a tie up to how Harry was ultimately saved by a mother's love: Harry lived at the beginning because of his mother's love, and Harry lives once again at the end of the books because Narcissa, a mother who wanted to save her own son, saved him.

If you read that scene in the books where Harry is saved by Narcissa, the whole scene is actually... pretty soft? There's that sort of disarming softness about Narcissa in that moment, where Harry expected to be callously dragged and prodded for a heartbeat. Instead, he gets a surprisingly gentle touch, a curtain of long blonde hair shielding him from the darkness, and the kind of tenderness he wouldn't expect from his enemies, "Is Draco alive?"

It's almost like Narcissa's appearance is something of a "tell". With Andromeda, she's described to have kind eyes, open, unguarded. She inherited her family's dark eyes and dark hair, and she even looks like Bellatrix's twin. I suppose we could say, Andromeda wants to fight that in any way she can by being openly kind. Narcissa is quite literally the opposite--guarded eyes, stoic expressions, cool and calculated emotions. We're veering into this fine line between fanon and canon in terms of their characterization (but only due to lack of canon materials) but personally, I think Narcissa having blonde hair and blue eyes is somewhat more fitting for her character. Again, this line:

"Narcissa threw back her hood. She was so pale she seemed to shine in the darkness... long blonde hair streaming down her back."

It's like that one glaringly obvious hint that everyone overlooks simply because... because it's the most obvious one. "Me! I'm different! I'm the last person you'd expect, but it really is me!"

Anyway. I've rambled on long enough. Hope this clears up some of that confusion, anon. Hoping it didn't ADD even more confusion... 😂 At the end of the day, this is just me speculating, gushing, and being One Big Fool™. So.

But either way, blonde hair, dark hair, mix of both, I adore her. Pretty much.

[vendettaparker]

Tom Holland x actress reader

Where are there in the same movie together and the cast goes out and Tom and reader really likes eachother maybe smut and after it’s really awkward between them fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Not In Love [T.H]

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing, slight angst, probably some typos

a/n: hi hi! i’m so sorry but i don’t write smut, so i hope it’s ok that i just implied it! i will probably start writing smut in the future but for right now i find it a bit awkward for myself to write. also, sorry that this took so long to get out, i planned for this to only be like 800-1k words, and obvioulsy, it just kept going. hope this works well for you!

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     (Y/N) (L/N) does not fuck around with co-stars. Ever since you started acting at the young age of eight, you were always told by your mom, manager, and others in the industry to avoid casual, co-star related hook ups. As your career progressed, even through puberty, you remained faithful to your vow. No mingling with co-workers in a non professional manner. Sure, some of your previous co-stars and you remained good friends, even after filming. But the main internal lesson always stayed the same: don’t fuck your co-stars. 

     In your long and glorious career, the only hindrance to your resolve was Tom fucking Holland. His stupid British charm and playful wiles always had your knees buckling and the butterflies in your stomach going haywire. And when he called you darling? In that stupid, yet honey-like accent? You were done for. 

     Tom had the absolute pleasure of working with you in The Devil All The Time. He watched all of your movies and practically grew up watching you on Disney Channel. To say he was simply starstruck would’ve been an understatement, he was enamoured. Practically in love. And when he got to know how kind and sweet you were in real life—not just on screen— he just had to turn on his British charm, just to watch you squirm. 

     Every little comment he made caused your skin to tingle. Your stance on co-star relationships had never been so harshly challenged. He would constantly call you whatever cute pet name he could think of at the time, and unluckily for you, they always seemed to just roll right off his tongue. He even went out of his way to grab you a coffee if he went out to get one, or he’d ask his brother to make sure to bring back your signature order: caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, and extra caramel drizzle. How he knew that was your go to order was a mystery to you. 

     It’s not like you didn’t retaliate with your own antics though. Sometimes during his scenes you send him a wink and a smile, just to watch him lose focus. Or maybe you’d tease him about the way he says croissant, but then also say it in the over pronounced way he does, just to bug him. On days when the sexual tension between you two was especially palpable, you’d kiss his cheeks after his scenes and say “good job, babe” or something else to rile him up. So no, you weren’t innocent in this matter at all. 

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     This build up of tension was bound to boil over at some point. But why the fuck did it have to be during the fucking full cast and director dinner?

     You all arrived at the fancy restaurant, all 40+ of you. You sat next to Eliza and secretly hoped that Sebastian, Harry, or even Robert would take the seat next to you, anyone but Tom. He had been especially touchy that day, and you knew if he continued his ministrations, especially under the cover of a table, your resolve would surely fade away. 

     Unfortunately for you, Tom practically bolted to the seat next to you. You scooted a bit closer to Eliza, who nudged your shoulder playfully. 

     “You should just give in.” She stated, smirking the whole time. “Look at him, poor thing just wants some love and attention.” she giggled, nodding her head to where Tom was whispering with Harry on the other side of him. 

     “Stop it, you’re insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at the joking banter. 

     “(Y/N), hon, he’s one of the hottest celebrities in Hollywood right now, and he wants you.” Eliza pinched your makeup covered cheek, “you’re telling me you don’t wanna just jump in his pants? Do you not find him hot or something?” 

     You smacked her hand away, “No, I do find him attractive, I just d—”

     “Find who attractive, love?” Tom interrupted, smirking at the comment he heard. No, he didn’t know for sure you were talking about him, but one can hope. 

     “Nobody,” you dismissed, “I was just telling Eliza here that I think her dog is cute, right Eliza?” 

     “Sure.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes dramatically, then winking directly at Tom, just out of your view. 

     “Ah, I see.” He chuckled, “Yes, you find her dog attractive then?” 

     “No!” You defended, red faced from being backed into a hole, “I didn’t even use that word; you’re just hearing things.” 

     “Don’t worry, love. I find you absolutely, without a doubt, drop dead gorgeous.” Tom winked, before returning back to his conversation with Harry. 

     Eliza pinched your side, causing you to yelp. “See, I told you!” she whisper-yelled, a knowing smirk dawning her face. 

     “You didn’t tell me shit.” 

     “Ugh, whatever, you’re hopeless.” She sighed, just as the waiter was coming around to take your orders. 

     The majority of the evening went by just as simply and smoothly as possible, it was when dessert arrived that Tom stirred up trouble once again. His damned British charm made him the perfect devil in disguise.  

     “Darling, you have some cake right—” he licked his thumb before drawing it over your bottom lip, slowly, “here.” 

     He smirked at your surprised gaze and wiped the chocolate cake from your rose-painted lip. Never breaking his gaze, he drew his thumb back to his mouth and sucked on the digit, gently humming at the sweet taste of chocolate and strawberry lip gloss that flooded onto his tongue. This bitch. 

     You cleared your throat and ceased your—more than obvious— gawking. He wasn’t going to win this time. You sat quietly, smirking as he watched your every move, simply waiting for retaliation. And it came soon enough, when you knocked your water off the table into his lap, on accident, of course. 

     He jolted up the second the cold water hit his slacks, cursing, yet still keeping that charming smirk on his lips. You immediately started the steady stream of apologies, a faux look of remorse etched on your face. The rest of the cast simply looked on, none the wiser. 

     “Oh Tom! Gosh, I am so sorry.” You stood up as well, taking the napkin from your lap and dabbing his torso where the water splashed up. “I’m just so clumsy, forgive me.” You looked up at him with false serenity in your eyes, but a devilish grin. 

     “No worries, love.” He mused, “I’m just going to go dry off in the washroom. Could use some help though; it’s the least you could do.” The rest of the cast went back to their desserts and conversation, so they failed to notice the hidden glint in Tom’s eyes or the lustful insinuation behind his request. 

     “Sure.” You smiled up at him, determined not to lose this game of cat and mouse. You followed him to the large family restroom in a dimly lit corridor. He opened the door and gestured for you to go in first. What a gentleman, hm?

     He closed the door behind him and locked it before undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and removing it. His toned torso also damp with freezing droplets of ice water. 

     You sucked in a shaky breath, taking in his less than professional, disheveled look. “You gonna come help me, princess?” He reached for paper towels and grabbed a handful, dabbing the wet spot on his lap, right over his crotch. 

     “I—um, sorry,” you snapped out of it. Following his movements, doing the same but to his wet torso. 

     “You’re okay, love.” He looked at you, the close proximity of your bodies creating the most delicious heat in the bathroom. Tom leaned in slightly, just until your noses were brushing against one another. “Though, I’ll admit, the fact that you're not giving me an apology kiss right now, makes this a little less than okay.”

     You didn’t even process your actions completely, the second those words left his mouth yours lips were on his. You held his face in your hands, rough passion seeping through your entire body, and he was just the same. He kissed you fervently, holding your waist with one arm and the back of your head with his opposite hand, tangling his fingers into your hair. The tension and desire that had been building up for almost as long as you’ve known him finally boiling over. 

     Tom gingerly inched his hand up the side of your leg, under your dress. 

     “Wait, wait,” you pulled away, breathlessly, “we need to get back, they’re probably wondering where we are.” 

     Tom was about to concede when a knock rang through the room. 

     “Hey guys,” It was Eliza, “Seb paid for all of us, so we’re gonna head out. Take your time! Oh, and use protection!” You could practically hear the smirk on her face.  

     Tom stopped your little scowl by returning his attention to kissing you, “How lucky are we?” he mused, repositioning his hands, starting to fumble with the zipper of your dress. 

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     The next Monday at work was hell. You spent the whole weekend internalizing your little rendezvous in the bathroom. Tom texted you nearly fourteen times over the two day break period where you didn’t see each other, and you ignored every single one of them. The first ones were simple ‘hey’s’, ‘hi’s’, and ‘good morning’s’, but they soon progressed to show Tom’s concern over you not responding. The last message being, 

Tom: I hope you know, I don’t regret it, but I’m sorry if you do.

     You didn’t mean to ghost him, but your feelings were so confusing. You liked him and the things he did to you. But you had a code. And maybe the ‘don’t date your co-worker’ was a bit old school and shitty, but you’d been able to stick to it for this long and your work has never been better. Then again, all your previous boyfriends have been assholes; constantly upset over how busy your schedule was. Maybe a fellow actor would be more understanding? 

     The second you arrived to set Harry was on your ass. 

     “(Y/N), hey!” He called to you from the snack table where he was talking with Tom. You gave him a small smile and wave, but proceeded to your makeup chair. He motioned for you to join them, but you waved your hand in dismissal and gave him an apologetic look. Whether or not you regretted your night with Tom, you were absolutely not ready to confront it just yet. However, you didn’t miss the disappointed look on Tom’s face or the way Harry gave his brother a reassuring shoulder squeeze. 

     Harry even came up to you asking how your weekend was and if you were busy or not, no doubt trying to gauge your mood for Tom. You were friends with Harry so you didn’t mind talking to him, but when it was becoming apparent that you weren't giving much away as far as how you were feeling, Harry resorted to more ‘less than subtle’ questions. 

     “So… are you seeing anyone, currently?” He asked, playing with his fingers, the question struck you as extremely off-putting, especially since Harry said it with little to no confidence, like he really didn’t want to be asking that. 

     “Why? Are you trying to ask me out?” You teased. Watching him squirm was almost as fun as when it was Tom. 

     “No! No, I mean— I’m not opposed, you’re very pretty—no wait, I don’t mean it like that, I just—uh, I think you look nice, but not too nice—I’m gonna go.” Harry painfully stuttered out. Cursing under his breath as he walked away, back to where Tom was standing, watching on. These idiots were the most obvious divs in the whole world. 

     After you finished with your stylist, you were ready to start running lines for your scene. You have the majority of your scenes with Tom, so as per usual, you were acting opposite him. As the director was explaining how he wanted the scene to go, Tom kept glancing over at you, raising his eyebrows a bit, obviously wanting to clear the air. 

     The scene went by fine, but it was clear to many of the people around you that you were not on the top of your game today. It even got to the point where the director needed to ask if you needed a break. You said you didn’t and persisted. The scene was finally done to perfection, but it took almost double the amount of time it usually would for you. 

     Tom noticed you struggling the most and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was quick to give you words of encouragement between takes, but you only responded with a quick ‘thanks’ and moved on. 

     When lunch time came around, the caterers were all set up and prepared on a different part of the lot. You quickly made your way over, running into Eliza on the way. 

     “Oh, hey (Y/N)!” she beamed at you. “Did you finish your scene?”

     “Yeah, are you going to set right now?” 

     “Mhm, I’m shooting the scene at the church with Robert.” 

     “Well, good luck.” You smiled at her, about to move along when she grabbed your wrist. 

     “Wait, did something happen between you and Tom? He’s at the lunch table moping, even Seb is trying to cheer him up.” 

     “Um well no, I mean, maybe? I don’t know, I guess I’ve been avoiding him a bit.” You shrug, now not really wanting to go to lunch, but you know you have to. If you don’t show up then it’d be all too clear to Tom that you were definitely avoiding him. 

     “Oh, well, maybe just talk to him?” Eliza comfortably put a hand on your shoulder before walking away to set. 

     You continued to the lunch set up, seeing club sandwiches, soups, and cupcakes set up. You grabbed what you wanted and went to sit by Tom and everyone else. Yeah, you may have been avoiding him, but you didn’t want to make it that painstakingly obvious. 

     As soon as you sat down, Tom put his arm around you like he always did when you had lunch together. Only this time you stiffened up, not because you hated it, but because the action felt so different after what you both had done, it felt like it meant more. Tom noticed, of course, and removed his arm, frowning. 

     “Can I talk to you, (Y/N/N)?” he whispered to you, the rest of the table in their own little world, too caught up in their interactions to notice yours. 

     “Um, sure,” you mumbled in response, “but maybe when I have free time later? I’m just really hungry right now.” you gave him a small smile, trying to keep up the amicability. 

     He nodded and continued his conversation with Seb, who looked completely uninterested, but still continued responding since he could tell Tom was feeling shitty about something. 

     Later that evening, the entire cast had a one hour break since the next scene they wanted to shoot needed to be done at night and it wasn’t dark yet. That’s when Tom took you to his trailer to talk. 

     “Look, (Y/N), I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding me.” He stated, once the door was shut and you were already seated on his couch. 

     “I’m not.” 

     “But you are. I can tell. You didn’t talk to me at all today, even when I made a joke that I knew you’d have the perfect come back to.” He sat next to you, but kept more of a distance than usual.

      “I don’t have to talk to you, Tom. You can’t rely on me to keep you entertained.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you’d been caught. 

      “That’s not what I’m saying, (Y/N), and you know it.” Tom pointed a finger at you, equally annoyed now. 

     “Fine, so what if I was avoiding you? You’re a grown man, you can handle rejection can’t you?” You spat. The argument was quickly becoming more heated. If there was one thing you hated the most in the world, it was being called out, especially if you knew you were in the wrong. 

     “What the fuck is your problem today?” Tom asked, exasperated at how defensive you got so quickly. 

     “Tom, I’m sorry, but I don’t do this,” you motioned between the two of you, “I don’t do the cliche Hollywood, sleeps around, one night stand scenario, so back off.” 

     “So you regret it.” Tom looked down, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He really did like you, but maybe it was naive of him to assume that sleeping together would open the door to something more. 

     “No, I just—it shouldn’t have happened. I liked it, but I’m not that type of girl. I’m a relationship type of person. I never wanted to be another girl for you to mark down on your list of possible hook ups.” You sighed. Tom wasn’t necessarily notorious for random hookups, but he was a famous actor who just so happened to also be single. It was hard to not go there with your thoughts, so in your mind, you had him pegged. 

     “I’m a relationship person too, though. I wanted all of this. All of you.” Tom inched closer, gingerly taking your hands in his. “I may have gone about it wrong, I should’ve asked you out first or something.” 

     “Tom, stop.” 

     “No, (Y/N), because you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t flirt with you or spend time with you just to get in your pants.” Tom pulled you closer. “I surrounded myself with you because I wanted you. And I think you want me too.”

     You looked in his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, small as it might be, but Tom was being the most sincere he could possibly be. Tom cautiously leaned closer, just wanting one more kiss, even if it was the last. However, you were the one that took the final plunge and pulled him in, kissing him. You both moved together so fluidly, like you were made for each other. 

     When you did pull apart, Tom was the one to break the silence, “So does that mean you like me or…” 

     “I kissed you, didn’t I?” 

[luciferloveschloe]

goodbye, lucifer (but not really!)

I cannot BELIEVE that I just watched the last episode of my favourite show.

I usually cram everything I have to in tags under gifsets I reblog, but for this final season I'll go through the pain of actually writing shit down. I'll try to keep it short, and I'll try not to ramble. (Edit: Did not accomplish that.)

what i loved

SCREAMS

God, soooooooo much!!

Deckerstar baby

Okay, so when Rory showed up in the trailer I was like "Ugh, another annoying angel? Meh." FORGIVE ME, my sweet murder child! Of all the things I thought they might do, a Deckerstar baby was DEAD LAST on my list. And a daughter no less, I just... When she says she's Lucifer's daughter, I was like *SCREAMS*, but when we learn she's Lucifer AND Chloe's daughter, I completely lost it. My boyfriend's on a trip with his friends this week and I'm sooo grateful for that, I made the weirdest, loudest, ugliest noises while watching this season, I ran around our apartment like a maniac, I squealed and laughed and cried and just generally lost my mind. But when she says that?? Oh my God. Also the way Lucifer reacted when Chloe shows him the pregnancy test? Straight outta fanfic.

Lucifer being a father

Oh my God?? I've always said he'd be the BEST father, and actually seeing it on screen... I love the parallel of him being ridiculously over the top with Rory at first, just like God and Lucifer in S5. The way he looks at her when he sees her playing the guitar? Their duet?? Instantly one of my favourite scenes. Them driving in the Corvette, their last day together, how he keeps her from killing Le Mec? Just murder me.

Established Deckerstar

All the hugs and kisses?? The declarations of love, the besotted looks, the absolute power couple we got? Their look from Maze and Eve's wedding, OH MY GOD???? Just, these two are so pretty and we got SO MUCH. Also, their scenes with Rory?? I just love them so much...

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Ella's storyline

I wanted a reveal for her so badly, and the way it turned out was brilliant! I loved her figuring it out for herself and calling everyone out lmao. I especially loved poor Carol returning to that room full of shocked people. They had some GREAT punchlines and gags this season, absolutely hilarious! I also love Lucifer's parting gift for her and that she finally found a good one with Carol.

Hugs, so many hugs!

That's it, that's the paragraph.

The Police storyline

As a white person who has literally never once had a problem with the police, I know this is not my place to say, but I think they did a good job? Not giving into the "a few bad apples" excuse but acknowledging that the whole system needs to change? I also really enjoyed the scenes with Amenadiel and Officer Harris, showing what policework could and should look like.

Maze and Eve's happily ever after

I'm so glad auntie Maze and auntie Eve got their happy ending! And that wedding was a bomb. Also, "You're my hell!", lmao.

Dan's ascend to heaven

First of, great to know his only torture was Belios' lack of table tennis skills. Secondly, how very fitting for the show that they didn't hand Dan his happy ending easily, that he fought and won it for himself. Him as a ghost and him as Le Mec was equally funny, and his talk with Trixie was just perfect, literally tears you guys.

Amenadiel becoming God

I mean, dude's perfect for the job! From the loyal, distant, obeying servant to a God who wants to work as a team with his siblings, who wants the Celestials to experience the human world, who hates injustice and loves fiercely? In this universe, I couldn't imagine anyone better suited to be God.

Nobody misses the case of the week

At least I don't! God, I wish they'd tried this out sooner.

The bittersweet ending

Let's preface this by saying I HATE bittersweet endings. Give me a happily ever after or else. And yet, and yet!! I think the ending they settled on is perfect. Would I have loved it if Lucifer had a life on earth with Chloe, Trixie and Rory? God, yes. Do I get emotional over him being alone in hell, again? Goddd, yes. But still. I so love that he found his calling in the end, that they reunited, and that he actually makes good on his promise from S5 to change the system. Also, I don't care if this is canon or fanon for now, but they totally spend time in heaven with Rory and visit earth whenever they like. And this would have been my ideal ending - them being free to go where they like, and I don't see why they shoudn't. It's definitely more satisfying than just traipsing off to heaven indefinitely, so I really, really loved that.

what i didn't (do feel free to skip this!)

Lucifer missing out on Chloe's life on earth and being alone in hell again. Chloe being left again.

Time travel shenanigans. I just finished Dark and that was enough of a mindfuck. Do not want to think about loops for this show, thank you very much.

Chloe felt a little too housewifey in the first episodes, but it thankfully didn't stay that way for long.

Lucifer and Chloe talking about keeping secrets for a whole episode, and then NOBODY TALKING ABOUT URIEL AND CANDY. I mean, ahhhhhhh! If you don't want to talk about it, then don't, but don't remind people of it constantly and then NOT discuss it. It drives me mad, honestly, how many times they referenced these storylines only to completely ignore them when there were opportunities to resolve them. Ahhh. That's what fic is for, I guess.

Adam. Like, why? Bye, dude.

what i'll keep with me

When someone I'd just met at my boyfriend's cousin's wedding in 2019 recommended this "funny, little show" to me that intrigued them because they were interested in finding their faith, I really didn't think I'd write all this three years later.

Lucifer is my third fandom, and it won't be my last, but it sure as hell - ha - will stay with me. I resonate so deeply with Lucifer as a character because he fights with the idea of God, fights with this concept of a benevolent father that everyone seems to believe in but never fit his experience. I come from a Christian family and studied theology, but somewhere along the lines I had to come to terms with the fact that the faith I had as a child and teenager didn't fit me anymore. I want to believe again, and maybe someday I will, but right now I don't know that. So Lucifer's journey with that meant a lot to me. I'd like to find what Ella did, I guess.

Although I never really thought Lucifer needed redemption, I loved the whole "anybody can be redeemed" message as well. And hell reform! Hell is such a weird, awful construct - speaking as the theology expert - bringing a bit of purgatory in in this universe is really fucking cool.

Also, I binged Lucifer when I was alone in hospital late at night. That experience alone I'll never forget.

So, I guess - thank you!! Thank you to the cast and crew, to the fans who campaigned for season four, to Ildy and Joe, to the writers and the directors and the people who brought lunch: Thank you so much for this incredible show. I'm not ready to say goodbye, not by a long shot, and I hope this fandom feels the same.

Yabba dabba do me, I love my stupid little show!!!