Cig- I am so excited to read the final two chapters of Mirror in the Sky and so sad it’s almost over - but mostly I am grateful you are in the LS fandom- these characters are always safe in your superbly talented hands and it feels like LS isn’t gone when I read your fic ♥️♥️♥️♥️
Thank you Kerry 😭 This is such a kind thing to say and I'm really happy you think so. I always want to do my best with the characters that we all love so much, and I'm especially glad to know it's brought the show back in some way for you. I'm really going to miss sharing this one - thank you for helping to make it such a nice experience!
The phase we are about to enter with TK and Carlos’s relationship in your new fic has me very excited! They’re finally in it! Committed to continue and see where it goes! So keen to see what their “boyfriend” era brings. I am really enjoying the fic. I love your writing. Thanks for sharing!
Hello Anon! Thank you so much!!! Eeeee!!! I'm so excited, too! Boyfriend era!!! They really are getting there now, aren't they?? 🥰 I'm truly delighted to hear that you're enjoying the fic. I'm always so bad at expressing what it means to me when people read. But it makes me want to squeeze things, as demonstrated by Carlos in the below gif.
Thank you for helping to make Mirror such a nice and meaningful experience to share! It's exactly two years ago this week that I came up with the idea and began working on it! Everything was different then; the show hadn't been cancelled. It's wild to think back on. For that reason, it's even more remarkable that you're here, and I don't take it for granted for a second. Thank you for loving Tarlos with me. They're very special and I always want to do my best with them in fic.
Thank you again for reading. I hope you're having a great day!
woke up this morning having a lot of thoughts about being anti-kitchen gadget and you know what? i think i use the humble fork for everything because i dont have to hand wash it and can just put it in the dishwasher. therefore!!!!! much like every preference in my life, it comes back to LAZINESS x
(thought you should know)
I cannot deny that having to wash out a potato masher makes me feel like I must have done something terrible in another life. But oh the satisfaction of those little potatoey tubes slowly appearing in a noodle-like way through the holes when you first mash down!!!
However! I don't consider you lazy! When BF uses the fork to whip mash it always blows my mind because he has to whip it so fast and with so much strength and commitment! I just don't have it in me, Lola. But by god, I respect it.
In honour of all utensils, from the humble to the charismatic, let us observe TK patting salad with large wooden spoons:
And Carlos holding his lil fork:
And all of these pots and things:
And also the use of hands:
And also them kissing because:
For anyone wondering, this is in reference to a chapter in my fic Mirror in the Sky, What is Love? And I would be very keen to know who else collects kitchen utensils or who else uses a fork for everything!
YOU HAVE BROKEN ME AND HEALED ME WITH THIS LINE CIG!!!!!
I STAYED ROOTED TO ONE SPOT AND READ THIS CHAPTER THROUGH TWICE!!!
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MASTERPIECE!!!!
(I need tk leave a more coherent comment on it later)
BUT I LOVE IT AND YOU SO MUCH!!!!
THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR BEAUTIFUL WORDS!!!!!
Oh my gosh 😭😭😭😭 Kerry thank you. I am the healed one. I'm really happy you're feeling this way about it. This fic is one of my personal favourites, and of course you never know if people will agree with that and if you'll end up second-guessing yourself! So, thank you for your kindness and support always. Thank you for reading this chapter it twice!! I love knowing that I've given you a fic you enjoy hanging out in. Thanks for being with these two while they've going through it.
A spoiler of what's to come under the cut, in gif form:
I'm obsessed with window washer eren (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) how do you think it will go for either of them when it's time to meet the "parents" a.k.a each other's best friends
Ahaha so here’s another member of our window-washer-eren-fangirl-club? *pulls a chair for you* Welcome, my darling!
Okay, this is a really good question, what will happen when they meet the over-involved, parent-like friends of their boyfriend?
Well let’s begin with Eren! He already knows Hanji, Levi’s bubbly best friend (though he would deny to ever know them when they’re in public - but Eren knows for a fact that Levi is quite attached to them), from sight, because Hanji works in the same office as Levi.
But Eren’s first real encounter with Hanji is when he is busy cleaning the windows of the 15th floor early in the morning. It’s still dark outside and there are barely any rooms lit up in the building, but when the light is suddenly switched on he almost jumps. Because on the other side of the window, inside the office, there stands a maniac grinning Hanji, staring at him with curious eyes. Apparantly they have been standing there some time now, and would have done longer if not a big blond man had entered the room and switched on the light. Eren isn’t able to grasp what happens to him as the window is being yanked open and he is pulled inside the office.
Now, he is everything but a coward, but standing in front of a for some reason giggling Hanji and this serious looking man makes him feeling kind of uneasy.
And that is when the interrogation starts.
Erwin keeps asking him weird questions, what his intentions with Levi are, and if he is able to provide everything the other one would need. And while Hanji swoons over how cute Eren is, they also agree that he needs to take good care of Levi, ‘cause he is a ‘delicate little flower, maybe an assholish one, but still a flower’
Eren doesn’t like to be interrogated like this, but these are Levi’s friends and it’s also kinda cute how concerned they are about him, so he answers all of their weird questions. Erwin appreciates Eren’s honesty and earnestness and Hanji is overly excited about the boy and his cuteness anyway.
So by the end of their little interview, he somehow ends up agreeing to go to a movie night with Levi, Hanji, Erwin and their friends, instead of the planned romantic dinner with Levi alone.
When Levi hears of this, he’s rolling his eyes, complaining how Eren dumps their special alone time to bond with a bunch of nosy idiots instead, and that he won’t take responsibility for what will happen then. But secretly, deep inside, Levi’s relieved that his friends seem to approve of his Eren.
I think Charles is the type of person who lounges around naked all the time in his apartment, which isn't a problem for anyone except Erik who almost falls to his death one day when he's windowcleaning because holy fuck does that guy have Mjolnir between his thighs or what because Erik sure feels thunderstruck. Little does he know Charles purposefully leaves the blinds open for sexy windowcleaner guy. Charles also writes cute messages on the windows. Or just masturbate. That too.
Erik lowers his metal grate platform down with his powers, water sloshing gently in his buckets and making his squeegees tap lightly against the sides. The breeze is crisp today, cold air buffeting him as he carefully keeps his platform from knocking against the tall glass windows that make up the entire outside of the building he's hanging off of, granting nothing less but full panoramic views for the city's wealthiest citizens.
He gets himself situated in front of the first set of windows, making sure his cable cords are taut and secure. The top floor penthouse apartment is his favorite unit to clean, solely because of the fact that its extremely hot inhabitant is fond of walking around completely naked and completely heedless of Erik's staring eyes. Erik would feel more creepy about it, except - he knows the guy knows he's there. It's hard to miss a window washer who spends at least 45 minutes every Tuesday circling the outside of your apartment to clean your windows. Clearly he likes putting on a show, and Erik's not about to turn this one down.
Today, however, when Erik draws his soapy squeegee down the face of the glass to leave a glistening wet trail of clean window and then refocuses his gaze so he can peer inside, he nearly sends himself plunging all thirty floors straight down to the ground when he catches sight of his favorite customer.
The man lounges back on his wide, expansive couch just a few feet from the glass, completely nude as always, and Erik isn't shy about how he rakes his gaze down the man's broad shoulders, dusted with freckles that Erik wants very badly to trace with his tongue, following them down the man's compact chest that tapers down to a trim waist. What is different about today is how the man's powerful thighs - that Erik has imagined more than once wrapped around his own hips - are splayed out wide, feet planted flat on the cushions to give Erik a full view of his clenching hole, a perfect little pucker that Erik feels his mouth begin to water just looking at it, while the man grips his thick cock in one hand and thrusts his hips up off the cushion as he fucks up into his own grip.
Erik's pretty sure he's just accidentally bent his longer squeegee pole in half, suddenly rock hard in his pants. The man's head is thrown back in ecstasy, Erik's eyes tracking across the elegant line of his pale throat that's ideal for sucking bite marks into, before dropping back down to watch his balls draw up tight against his ass, teasing hole clenching open-shut, open-shut with every upward thrust, and Erik has never wished more for his powers to deal with glass instead of metal, if only so he could get through the window barrier between them and sink down into what he imagines must be perfect, velvety wet heat.
The man lifts his head, craning his neck upwards so he can look up and meet Erik's gaze in a flash of blue, staring straight at Erik as he thumbs the slit of his cock and then his mouth is dropping open, letting out a cry that's silent behind the glass as his hips judder and white streaks of come splatter up his stomach and chest. Erik is leaning so far forward now that his nose is in danger of pressing up against the glass like a little kid in front of a candy shop but he doesn't even care, drinking in ever last second of the man's orgasm and committing it to memory because he'll be able to get himself off on this for months.
Once he's spent himself completely, the man takes a moment to lie where he is dazedly, feet sliding down so that his legs lay flat. Erik watches him let his flaccid cock slip limply from his hand and imagines what it would taste like, to lap up the remains of come from its fat head until the man was moaning beneath him, ready for a round two.
Blue Eyes hoists himself up to his feet, legs a little shaky as he takes the three steps necessary to bring himself right up to the glass. Erik swallows dry as the man leans in, parting those sinfully red lips that Erik has an entire myriad of fantasies about to huff a long breath against the glass, fogging up the window between them. He reaches up with his clean hand that isn't sticky with come and with surprising accuracy writes a 7-digit number backwards on the glass so that it's forwards for Erik to read from the outside.
I'm Charles, a voice just as crisp as the breezes says directly into Erik's head, followed by the phantom press of lips against the corner of Erik's mouth while Blue Eyes smiles, smugly pleased with himself, call me.
