#Q overthinks again

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<3 is a smile and <\3 is also a smile. to me. hope this helps!

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Will you come back? :3

Yes, I will, but first I wanna focus a bit on an important personal proyect before having a bit of free time and make all the a.i. chats requested. Sometimes is just so tired the simple thought of having to think about something that is somehow kinda related to the canon with this chats but the thought of dissapointing my followers here on Tumblr makes me feel like a horrible and selfish person and eats me up inside.

I think I need to chill....

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⌞ 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱⌝

christoper owen & matthew bernard sturniolo

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the living room was dim, the kind of lazy, golden light that made everything feel softer than it was. some late-night show murmured in the background, forgotten, the only real sound the occasional click of chris’s lighter and the soft hum of your phone. you were curled into the couch between them—chris sprawled out to your left, his bare knees brushing yours, and matt to your right, leaning back with a can of soda in hand and that usual unreadable look on his face. it’d been quiet for a while, comfortable, familiar. nick was out somewhere, and the night had settled into the kind of calm where conversations twist in ways they’re not supposed to. you didn’t expect the edit on your fyp to be the thing that cracked it open. but there it was. an old video—one of those q&a’s where a fan had asked, “who would win in a threesome?”

you snorted, volume low, thumb pausing on the screen. “do you think there’d be a winner?” you asked it like a joke, letting the phone drop to your thigh.

matt shrugged, noncommittal. “i dunno. weird thing to wanna win.”

but chris? chris just grinned, eyes lighting up with that cocky spark he wore too damn well. “me. easy.”

matt looked over, brows lifting. “what?”

“you heard me,” chris said, stretching, the hem of his shirt lifting just enough to show toned stomach. “you’re too careful. you’d overthink it. i don’t think you know how to really make a woman feel good.”

you laughed, hand over your mouth, but matt straightened up, scoffing.

“what, you sayin’ i can’t make a woman cum or some shit?” he snapped, half-serious now, jaw tightening.

“i’m sayin’ i’d get there first,” chris replied, smirking. “and she’d remember me more.”

they started bickering, voices rising, throwing half-serious jabs, and you leaned your head back on the couch, groaning.

“not like y’all would ever even have a threesome. i’m sure that shit’s weird, no?”

silence. heavy and immediate. you blinked, glancing between them.

matt’s voice broke it, quiet but pointed. “you ever had a threesome?”

you went still. eyes shifted your way—first matt’s, then chris’s. you swallowed, suddenly too aware of the space between your legs, the way the air thickened.

“…no,” you answered, and you hated how soft it came out.

chris tilted his head, his smirk dropping into something slower. heavier. “you want to?”

your mouth parted. nothing came out. and you didn’t know how it escalated from there, not really. it was a blur. touches that lingered too long, glances that grew darker, bolder. and now—now you were perched on chris’s lap, his shirt gone, bare chest warm against your back, and matt was in front of you, kneeling on the floor, steady hands guiding your hips as he lowered you slowly onto his brother’s cock. your breath caught, lips parted, heart pounding so hard it ached.

chris groaned behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you steady. “fuck—shit—so tight,” he breathed into your shoulder.

matt looked up at you, brows drawn, fingers digging into your thighs as you sank deeper. “you okay?” his voice was quieter than before, a little hoarse, like he was trying not to lose it already.

you nodded, shaky, eyes locked on his. your hands found his shoulders, gripping tight.

“yeah,” you whispered. “just… fuck.”

“you sure?” matt asked again, but this time his thumbs smoothed circles into your skin.

you nodded again, this time with more certainty. and when chris rolled his hips up from below, and matt leaned in to kiss you—soft at first, then hungrier—you stopped thinking entirely. your whole body trembled, hands braced weakly against matt’s thighs, face buried there as your chest heaved in time with every slow, deep thrust chris gave you from beneath. he was relentless, cock buried so deep inside you it was like he wanted to live there, dragging whimpers out of you every time his hips snapped up into yours.

“you’re so sensitive, jesus, kid,” chris groaned against your back, voice rough and laced with disbelief. “when’s the last time you got laid?”

“chris.” matt’s tone was sharp, standing now, his hand curling gently at the back of your neck. protective.

but chris only groaned louder, your walls fluttering around him with no warning. “no, m’ serious. she’s fuckin’ clamping down on my dick like crazy—shit—”

you cried out a breath, shaky and broken, forehead pressing tighter against matt’s thigh as your body jolted with the force of chris’s sudden buck up into you. the stretch, the fullness, the heat—it was all too much. had been too much since it started.

“i thought you were messin’ round with that dude you were friends with?” matt asked, his voice gentler than his brother’s, but teasing all the same, eyes focused on the way you squirmed.

you barely managed a reply, voice thin, fucked-out. “o-only sucked him—off.”

chris scoffed behind you, hands digging into your hips. “he didn’t even fuck you or nothin’?”

“chris.” matt again, firmer this time, but it barely registered through the pounding in your head, the building pressure curling deep inside you.

“w-we were—fuck—we were pretty drunk,” you managed, breath hitching when chris angled his hips up again, hitting something that made your vision flash white.

“pretty irresponsible,” matt murmured, his voice dropping lower as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats. he pulled them down slowly, his cock already half hard, his gaze never leaving your face.

“matt, you gonna keep fuckin’ lecturing her,” chris grunted through his teeth, thrusting into you harder now, “or you gonna fuck her mouth?”

matt let out a breath of a laugh, one hand brushing a thumb along your bottom lip as you looked up at him, pupils blown wide, drool shining at the corner of your mouth.

“m’ gettin’ there.”

and with that, he stepped forward, guiding his cock to your lips, tapping it lightly once—twice—against your tongue. you opened up for him like instinct, like need, moaning as he slid inside, slow and deep. now you were full in every sense of the word—chris fucking up into you from below, matt filling your throat with quiet groans above. you didn’t stand a chance. matt’s hand settled at the back of your head, fingers gentle but firm as he guided you down on his cock, inch by inch, until your lips were flushed against his skin. he let out a low hiss, thumb brushing soothingly along your cheek as you whimpered around him, tears already brimming in your lashes from how deep he was.

“that’s it,” he whispered, soft and full of praise. “doin’ so good for me, baby.”

behind you, chris was the complete opposite—rough hands gripping your hips like he owned them, holding you still just to drive up into you with bruising, punishing thrusts. the stretch burned, your whole body tensing with every slap of skin against skin, but you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to. not with the way chris groaned every time you fluttered around him. not with the way matt was stroking your cheek so gently like you were fragile, even with his cock shoved down your throat.

“fuck, look at you,” chris grunted, breath hot against your shoulder. “droolin’ all over matt’s cock while i’m fuckin’ that pretty pussy.”

you whined around matt, choking slightly when chris bucked up harder, your throat constricting. matt’s other hand came up immediately, soothing over your jaw, easing you back just an inch so you could breathe.

“slow, chris,” he warned, voice still calm but firmer now. “she’s not a toy.”

“she’s takin’ it,” chris snapped, though his thrusts faltered for just a second. “pussy’s so wet, she’s fuckin’ beggin’ for it.”

he slapped your ass, hard, and you yelped around matt’s cock, choking slightly again. matt cupped your face, shushing you softly, easing you off him just enough so you could breathe again. “you okay, sweetheart?”

your lips were glossy, jaw aching, mascara smudging under your eyes. you nodded quickly, overwhelmed and desperate, your hips still rocking back into chris with every thrust, chasing the high even if it was tearing you apart.

“atta girl,” matt whispered, pushing his cock past your lips again, slower this time. “you tell me if it’s too much.”

“god, she’s fuckin’ squeezing me,” chris groaned, one hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. he tugged, hard, forcing you back against his chest as he fucked up into you. “so fuckin’ desperate, huh? that mouth, this pussy—fuck—gonna make me lose it.”

you sobbed around matt’s cock, everything tightening inside you, your climax winding up impossibly fast from the overstimulation. between the sweet praise dripping from matt’s lips and the rough grip of chris slamming into your soaked cunt, it was like your body didn’t know how to handle it.

“you gonna cum for us?” matt asked gently, brushing your hair out of your face. “you wanna be good and let go, baby?”

chris leaned in, his voice rough against your ear. “do it. c’mon, mama, make a fuckin’ mess all over my cock.”

and you did. hard. your body seized, trembling so violently chris had to hold you up, your mouth falling open around matt as a broken, choked cry escaped you. everything blurred—pleasure so sharp it hurt, heat crawling up your spine, stars exploding behind your eyes.

“holy shit,” chris groaned, hips stuttering as you clenched around him. “fuck—‘m gonna—”

chris groaned, fucking you through his own release, hips jerking as he spilled inside you, his grip bruising on your hips. you were still shaking when matt eased you back into his hands, lifting your chin to look at him.

“can you take me now, or is that too much?” he asked softly.

your lips trembled, eyes glassy.

“w-want it,” you breathed. “please, matt.”

he smiled—slow and sweet—before guiding you down onto the couch.

“good girl,” he murmured, kissing you softly. “let me take care of you.”

you didn’t even notice chris disappearing to calm himself down with a shower when matt laid you down gently, like you were made of glass, one hand behind your head, the other soothing down your side as chris backed off the couch, chest still heaving, his eyes locked on the mess he made between your thighs. but matt wasn’t looking at that. his focus was all on your face—your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, the tremble in your thighs that hadn’t stopped.

“you sure?” he asked again, thumb brushing tender over your jaw.

you nodded, legs already falling open for him, greedy in a way you couldn’t even be ashamed of anymore.

“want you,” you whispered, voice ruined.

matt gave you a soft, crooked smile. “you got me, baby.”

and then he sank down, pressing a kiss just below your ear, another on your neck, trailing lower, worshipping you in a way that made your chest ache. his fingers slid between your legs first—careful, coaxing, easing through the mess chris had left inside you, his brows pulling in as you whimpered.

“you’re still so sensitive,” he murmured, more to himself than you. “so fuckin’ beautiful..”

when he finally pressed inside, it was slow—so fucking slow you felt every inch stretch you out all over again, your back arching instinctively, a soft moan slipping from your lips.

“oh my god—matt,” you gasped, hands flying to his shoulders.

he groaned low, lips brushing your temple. “fuck, you feel so good. you okay, sweetheart?”

you nodded again, nails digging into his skin as he bottomed out. he started to move, hips rolling in that sweet, steady rhythm that left no space between your bodies, his forehead resting against yours.

“you don’t gotta do anything,” he whispered between kisses. “just let me feel you, yeah? just this.”

you whimpered, body already twitching from how deep he was hitting, but it wasn’t like chris—there was no punishing pace, no sharp snap of hips. matt moved like he wanted you to melt under him, like he wanted to erase every rough edge with every soft, slow thrust. you felt yourself build again, overwhelmed but weightless, like your body was floating under him.

“you gonna cum again, baby?” matt breathed, voice warm against your mouth. “c’mon, let me feel it, pretty girl. wanna feel you cum f’me.”

you clung to him like you were drowning, jaw slack, moans high and soft and broken.

“matt, i—fuck, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he said, kissing you again, deep and slow and dizzying. “you’re already there. i got you, baby.”

and he was right. your whole body seized again, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through you, softer this time—but no less intense. your thighs shook, your head fell back, a sound escaping you that barely sounded human. matt groaned when he felt you tighten, his own pace faltering as he buried himself deep one last time, hips grinding as he came with a low, breathless moan right against your lips. everything went quiet except for your breathing. the sound of your heart racing in your ears. matt stayed there for a while, forehead against yours, his hand stroking your hip gently, grounding you.

finally, matt eased out of you slowly, kissing your shoulder, your cheek, your jaw.

“gonna clean you up,” he murmured, already standing.

you reached for him lazily, eyes half-lidded. “stay. i’m fine.”

he gave you a crooked smile, brushing your hair off your damp forehead. “not gonna leave. just gonna get a towel, alright?”

you nodded, letting your eyes fall shut, your body spent and warm and safe on the familiar couch. you were still draped across the couch like your bones had melted, limbs heavy, skin buzzing. matt had tucked a blanket over you before disappearing into the kitchen, muttering something about water. your body ached in the sweetest way possible—thighs sore, lips swollen, your mind floating somewhere far off and soft. the front bathroom door clicked open. chris strolled out in a cloud of steam, hair wet and curling around his ears, shirtless again—of course—and toweling off the back of his neck as he stepped into the room. he paused when he saw you, a low laugh huffing out of his chest as he dropped into the seat beside you.

“you okay?” he asked, quieter this time. his fingers ghosted across your lower back, drawing slow, idle circles. not trying to start something, just… grounding you. like he actually cared how you were doing.

you hummed, too content to even lift your head, cheek smushed into the couch cushion. “m’fine.”

he smirked. “you look fucked out.”

“that’s ‘cause i am.”

he chuckled again, the sound softer this time. “fair.”

you let the silence hang for a second, too cozy to speak, the heat from his hand a steady warmth against your spine. but then—because he couldn’t help himself:

“soo…”

you cracked one eye open.

“who won?”

you let out a sharp breath through your nose, scoffing, head shaking in disbelief. “are you serious right now?”

chris grinned like a bastard. “it’s a valid question.”

“jesus christ,” you muttered, grabbing the nearest pillow and shoving it into his face, not even hard enough to hurt, just enough to wipe the smugness off him.

he laughed behind the fluff. “you didn’t say no to making this a game!”

“i didn’t say yes either.”

he peeked at you from behind the pillow, still smirking. “well. i know it wasn’t matt.”

matt’s voice chimed in from the doorway, smooth and casual as he handed you a water bottle. “yeah? pretty sure she was still shaking when i finished.”

you groaned, burying your face again. “this is insane.”

“so lettin’ your best friends fuck you isnt?” chris replied.

“i’m sorry, he’s got a point..,” matt added with a chuckle.

you rolled your eyes—but you didn’t stop smiling. tonight wasn’t about either of them ‘winning’ or ‘proving’ something. not for them, (at least not for matt,) but it definitely was something.

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 06/01✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: Do the little monkeys on Flower Fruit mountain ever see at Wukong and Macaque bickering like an old married couple and think to themselves 'just kiss already'?

Yes. They keep doing and Wukong tries to stop them otherwise Macaque could hear them (he already does)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Been reading up on Macaque Body Language and found this: "A peculiar behaviour displayed by macaques is lip smacking. Between macaques, lip smacking is used to show submission, affection and reconciliation. This behaviour is a form of communication and is sometimes accompanied with cooing vocalisations and mild raising of eyebrows." So now I can't stop imaging Monkey King and Macaque just smacking lips and raising eyebrows to each other instead of saying "I love you" or after a fight just smacking lips and then hugging. But then I also started questioning, do the two monkeys in your AU actually use monkey body language to communicate? Or is it just human language they use? Great work on your AU btw! Loving the art and story ^^

Mm some? Like a little but not too much. But that’s an adorable trivia!!

Does macaque know about Wukong's stage fright?👀

Yes.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Baby MK lives in my head rent free. If Wukong or Macaque were trappen in the calabash than their perfect world would be one where they could raise mk without him having to fight or get hurt and traumatized

I THINK the fanfiction series Squashed Apricots is just about this if it can interest you.

@abbytheslothwitch ha chiesto: In your AU or your general opinion, which monkey dad is the taller one; Wukong or Macaque?

Macaque

Anonimo ha chiesto: The way you draw Pigsy honestly is one of the best I've seen I mean just look at him!!! He doesn't have the proportions of a regular human because he's not human and it works so well! I dunno he just looks cool in your artstyle and design That all I had to say :]]]]

Thank you so much!!!♥️♥️♥️ He’s honestly quite hard to draw exactly bc of that, but it’s good practice! Him and DBK are generally harder, I’m not super used to draw animals.

@peach-fury ha chiesto: Ello! Sorry, it's me again But just had a thought, sense Macaque has died and went to Dìyù or the underworld. (I think that's were the book of death is) Wouldn't he be at least scared or nervous to go back? Idk like bad memories like their fight or the lady bone demon or something? Idk maybe overthinking or that I just like angsty :P (P.s I fricking love your art and your AU's so much!!!!)

Yes. I believe he wouldn’t like the idea. I like to think he”s actually terrified. But he wouldn’t care less if it means to protect and help his baby.

Anonimo ha chiesto: will MK try to try change his name into nobody or something form of loophole name so that can be like ohhhh nobody us in trouble! Everyone is safeeee! And nezha’s dad is like wait no

Ahah that’s a good idea! Unfortunately that isn’t the plan

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hear me out we know Wukong made the bed because he made it bigger. It's made out of peach tree wood. And carved moon and suns and stars on the headboard.

AWWWW!!😭😭😭😭😭

@a1teruniverse ha chiesto: What's the hardest panel you've drawn

It is a panel if it’s an animation?

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will u ever do flash backs for shadowpeach thats “happy” like them first meeting realizing there in love a jealous mac courtnapping the monkey king just being young and in love.

Mmm yeah i wanna do smth like that. Don’t know when or how but i wanna.

Anonimo ha chiesto: does Wukong ever/will ever let glamours down and let like everything hang out like Mac would come in and his husband just causally has his boobs out and he’s like sweet my husband got hotter bc he’s pan(?) like I think you said that in an earlier post

I mean. I don’t think he has any issues dropping his glamours in front of macaque. I don’t think he would stay too much without his glamours bc still, I guess he would have some slight dysphoria. Also I mean, yeah Macaque loves him with or without boobies. But if Wukong could choose he would prefer not to have them out if he can.

Anonimo ha chiesto: which bottle is every ship in your lmk comic chugging? (I’m talking about your red bubble stickers for ao3 tags I would find it but I’m lazyyyh)

Shadowpeach is hurt & comfort (which I saw now I didn’t uploaded but yeah I got that one as well.), slowburn, enemies to lovers, and angst cause- duh.

Spicynoodle I would say is fluff, oneshot, enemies to lovers, found family.

Anonimo ha chiesto: im so embarrassed to ask about this but, later when mk and red boy r dating, who would ask the other first on a date? What would the date be? Also what does dbk and pif personal opinion of their relationship? SORRY IF THIS HAS BEEN ASKED BEFORE😭

I think MK, because dates are something a little more human, and cause Red Son is a workaholic. It can either be something like a training session, a videogame session at Red castle, or just also the traffic light trio being competitive. DBK and PIF are supporting, mostly bc they know their family will be even more powerful with an union such as theirs. Of course PIF is supporting also cause MK is Mac baby.

@kandymaneuwu ha chiesto: On a scale of 1 to 10 how fluffy is macaque this is very important

10 with merits

@5hadowm0ch1 ha chiesto: When will Shadowpeach kiss? It's always head-to-head Pats (I'm trying to predict what happening)

b-b-b-b-b- but head-to-head pats are cute…

@majesticgazell ha chiesto: Ooohhh I’m just imagining Li Jing catching wind of the plan and activating MK’s fillet while he’s in the shadows… maybe he wouldn’t lose himself under normal circumstances, but with that thing tightening around his head? 👀 Just a thought

Hehe, isn’t that a possibility?

@nataszaluiz ha chiesto: So I have a few questions. First: do you plan on ending it before Season 6 releases or do you plan on continuing it and mixing it up with your AU? Second: have you heard theories that a fragment of Azure's Soul is placed in the blue flower that appears after it's sacrifice? Third: Will characters like Yellowtusk and Peng appear in your AU?

S6 seems to either happen next year or never, so I ve3ry much hope i finish my story sooner.

no i haven’t

mmmm i don’t know

@cheddarcheesebiscuit1 ha chiesto: I gotta ask, if MK would to ever get injured in his monkie form, then would Macaque/Wukong try to take him to a human doctor or a vet?

I know we all want to see Macaque and Wukong freaking out when their baby is sick, but I think we forget sometimes that, even though they aren’t medics, Wukong has a basic understanding how to heal wounds and medicine. Macaque is head-canoned many times to be an expert in fact. And I think there are demons/demonic doctors in case MK has some kind of curse or demonic sickness, which would be what actually makes them worry in the first place.

@ainnur ha chiesto: Mei and Wukong team up?! Wasabi Duo the party crasher🎉✨ Love them💕 They need more love as a duo

Their name IS WASABI DUO????????? AAAWWWWWW

@sleeo-goos10 ha chiesto: Hi kyri! Thank you for sparking my LMK hyper fixation and I’m really curious: Will we get more Nezha? How will he react knowing that the Buddha approved this? IF the Buddha approved it at all 👀

Yes you will have plenty of Nezha. Also if youo guys really want to know, yeah, the Buddha themself approved of this. No, Li Jing wasn’t lying.

@saphstories ha chiesto: KYRI PLEASE IF I ASK FOR NOTHING ELSE I NEED TO SEE HELICOPTER AUNT PIF AND UNCLE DBK IN THAT FIGHT BECAUSE *HEAVEN DID WHAT TO THEIR NEPHEW???* And I'm sorry but of freaking course Red Son being the brat he is would call Mommy and Daddy to tattle about how mean Heaven is for stealing his Monkey before he could. 😂😂 Can you tell how insane the extended Monkey Fam makes me? 😂😂😂 I love this AU, I can't wait to see more!

When they heard the news they wanted to come to help attack the palace as well, but Red Son stopped them saying smt like “HE IS MY FUTURE HOUSBAND AND I GET TO KIDNAP HIM OUT OF HEAVEN MOM!”

@anxiousbb-witch ha chiesto: Do I have a reason to fear the possibilities of the golden headband being used on MK and all the emotions and tears coming from it?

oh year, absolutely.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I just have the funny thought that MK woke up one morning in his true form and get jumpscared by looking at himself and see he has boobs again

nooouuuu poor baby! But yeah it’s a funny image

@monkieshad0w ha chiesto: HELLOO HELLOO! What’s ur opinion on sundial duo :D (if you don’t know what sundial duo is, it’s basically Macaque and Wukong being duos and besties but not lovers) :3

oohhh well I do live any pf my ships as besties as well! Platonic love is just as important as romantic one for me personally!

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A date with Q? Movies or Coffee?

Hello, lovely. Pardon the mistakes coz I typed it directly here. Maybe, movies 🥰🥰🥰 Too many movies out right now, and I cannot choose so...i didn't mention any. I decided to make titles now...like who am I? It's hard tho (im sobbing)

Popcorn and Sweets

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Fluff, Kisses, You’re stubborn (aka a bit bratty) and Quinn isn’t having it, a slight suggestive tone (on one or two sentences but i didn't elaborate)

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You’re freezing. Quinn almost stands and drags you out of the cinema. The only that stops him is how your eyes—so wide and round—are glued on the big screen. He can’t just ruin the experience for you. He knows that you love movies.

Although, he knew it. The sweater you had on isn’t thick enough. He told you many times to change into a thicker sweater. Your shared closet is filled to brim with them of similar designs. Of course, you didn’t listen. He even brought a spare hoodie that he instructed you to hold and carry, but you left it in the car. Because you’re a brat. You could’ve just told him to carry it for you. He was already carrying your purse. It doesn’t matter if he has to hold another thing for you. He’ll even carry you. But no. You left the hoodie and now, you are freezing.

Another shiver from you and Quinn is outright fussing over you, wrapping his arms and rubbing his hands over your arms.

“My Love,” he calls. You curl further into his arms. “Too cold?”

“Yes,” you whisper, teeth clattering.

That’s it. Quinn quickly takes off his hoodie, not caring about your initial protest minutes ago. You didn’t want his hoodie—declining him a few times already. You are still complaining, huffing and crossing your arms while turning away from him. You are so stubborn.

Don’t you know hypothermia is dangerous? Not that you can get one in a theater…or can you? Fuck, now he’s overthinking.

And you are still huffing.

At him.

“Stop being a brat.” He forces the hoodie over your head.

When he notices how he ruined your hair, panic grips him. A lump forms in his throat. He just messed up the hair you were so proud of. He’s about to say sorry, but the words die on his tongue, because you are fighting him. Not because of your hair, no. You’re fighting his effort to put his hoodie on you.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I don’t need it,” you whisper-yell. Your voice trembles, but you don’t even care. “I have my own sweater.”

Are you fucking serious? What do you mean ‘you don’t need it’? You’re fucking freezing. He can feel the tremors wreck your body. You just agreed that it’s too cold. Maybe the cold has gotten in you. Maybe you’re already fucking delirious. This is not okay even for you.

He can’t have you brave the cold when he has his jacket, can’t have you be so uncomfortable and cold that you must curl up into him for heat. He won’t be complaining—about you leaning into him for warmth, because he loves your proximity—when you’re not trembling like this, but you are.

You must be fucking crazy.

When you’re about to pull off the hoodie, Quinn grips your shoulders, shaking you once. “No. You will wear it.”

“Or what?” you challenge.

His reply is immediate. “Or I will not drag you out and make sure you won’t be able to see this movie at all.”

You don’t look convinced. Maybe you don’t really like this movie after all. Another shiver has you crossing your arms, yet you keep pouting and not wanting his hoodie.

So he adds, for extreme measure, “No cuddles here and tonight.”

“You’re mean,” you gasp, waiting for him to take back his words.

Quinn won’t.

You finally put on his hoodie, murmuring about how ridiculous this—he—is, about how your sweater was enough, about how he is not cuddling you right now. So, Quinn grabs and made you attached to his side. You might have forgotten how he got his arms wrapped around you prior to this scuffle. It’s fine because he’s here to do it again.

It’s nice you didn’t argue more, but also, he wants you to. You’re so cute with your chin tipped up. He could just eat you up. Literally. Quinn can’t stop himself from turning his head and pressing firm kisses into your hair. He wants to bite your cheek, so he does. He holds your jaw and just nip at your cheek once…maybe twice.

“What are you doing?” You giggle.

“Nothing.” The corner of his lip curls up. “Watch the movie, princess.”

Quinn catches the blush creeping up your neck and cheek even in dim lighting. He knows that you like being called princess. It makes you feel special. You are special. It makes him feel special for being worthy enough to call you that.

The panic and anger from the whole you being cold seems faraway. With one more kiss to your cheek, Quinn settles with you right next to him. Still a bit shivery, but it isn’t long until you aren’t anymore. Thank fuck. He'll really lose it if you didn’t stop. He can’t have his princess turning into an ice cube when he’s there.

With you being comfortable, he finally calms down.

It's been so long since he last saw a movie. Honestly, he has no time to. You two prefer watching whatever’s in Netflix—or Prime or whatever subscription he signed up for so you can watch your shows—anyway. At first, he was so skeptical. He only uses the TV for sports—football, hockey, and the like—or a few shows Jack told him to watch, so he didn’t think it would be worth it to subscribe.

However, when he saw your attentive eyes glued on the screen and the widest smile you have to retell him what you’ve watched, it’s the easiest decision of his life. If his girl, his princess, his Love wants her shows, then so be it. Your happiness is his.

He loves staying in with you. Always, you’re bundled up together under a fleece blanket which smells of fresh laundry detergent and you—which Quinn won’t say out loud. You might stop spraying your colognes or using your lotions and body oils. He doesn’t want that. He needs every linen, every sheet, every blanket to have hints of you. It makes home feel even more home.

Quinn doesn’t think that you notice him burying his face on everything when you’re not home or when you’re in another room. He does though. Every time, he would find himself falling asleep instantly. You’re like a quick dose of melatonin. Completely lulling him to sleep and dream of nothing but good and sweet dreams of your smile, your touch, your laugh, and you. Just you.

Even right now, he almost fell asleep a couple of times, but he tries to stay awake and focus on the movie because what if you get cold again? What if you need company to go to the restroom? What if you need more popcorn? What if you ran out of your caramel toffees? What if you suddenly want to do stuff in the restroom with him? Yeah, he should turn off his mind. So many what ifs. He should relax.

With one subtle pants adjustment, he leans his head over yours and just watches. At one point, your hands are interlaced with one another. At one point, he really succumbs to sleep.

You wake him up during the credits. It’s your giggle that does it and maybe, your soft kiss to his jaw. Oh, it definitely is. With a haze, he is kissing you. Deeply like you aren’t out in public. Passionately like he wants you in bed. He does.

“Ah, ah. Not here, handsome,” you whisper into the kiss.

Quinn can only groan. Fine. He almost rolls his eyes, but he remembers he’s not a child anymore. Ugh.

You two exit the cinema with his hand to your waist, gluing you to his side, his head leaning towards you, because your ramblings start. Through you, he understands the movie better. It doesn’t matter if he missed half of it. You’re here to save him.

Your eyes are twinkling as you talk. You are so alluring. He’s convinced that you’re otherworldly sometimes. It’s how you smile with the crinkle beside your eyes. It’s how your lyrical your voice sounds in his ears. It’s how your hand perfectly fits in his.

He should take you to the movies more frequently. Or better yet, he needs you to read his books for him. He needs you to narrate the series he hasn’t finished watching. He sounds so greedy, but he truly enjoys everything though your lens.

Top that off with you in his hoodie.

What a time to be alive.

Quinn mentally starts planning more movie dates with you. He just knows that you’ll be happy…but he needs to know which movies you want to see first.

It would be a problem to subtly ask for it. You’re too intelligent not to get the hint of another movie date.

Except, you already have your phone out and telling him all about the next movies for the next few months.

You’re so incredibly cute for that.

[saintsroww]

TITLE. Plucked Petals IN SHORT. Highschool love. Bestfriends to lovers, nervous teens ig– caitlyn X bestfriend!reader WLW ofc! This fanfic’s short and sweet. MODERN AU. Mostly or pretty much all of it is caitlyn’s pov D: sorry, half of it was already in her pov so I just kept on going atp. CW. caitlyn pecks you on the lipsss WC. 1,112 CR. official art [ Arcane: League of Legends ] caitlyn gif from arcanegifs on tumblr! TALKING. please send in some requests if you'd like, and make sure it's detailed. (❁´◡`❁) (in the ask me anything, I think.) Already experiencing writer's block this early that’s why it has taken me so long for anything LMAO. HAPPY NEW YEAR! & my birthday is coming up!!! Imma destroy all the cake q(≧▽≦q) PROJECT BEGUN. 1/2/2025 SEASON. i

She Loves Me.

“Caitlyn? Why’re you staring at me like that?” A light-hearted chuckle vibrated in your chest, a wide grin gracing your lips as you returned her gaze unwaveringly. Warmth and another feeling she wasn’t quite willing to name welled up in her heart, the smile that immediately appeared on her face as well by just glancing at the contagious smile that's always on your face when you’re around her. 

The air freshener plugged into your wall carried a fresh apple cinnamon scent that wafted through the atmosphere in the comfort of your bedroom. The only light in here was the dim, yellow light from your lamp on the wooden nightstand behind her. Your home was always a place of reprieve for her, a safe space to think, or maybe not even think at all. And your quiet presence next to her when she visited made it all the finer. 

Her bright blue eyes wavered when yours met her head-on; heat that threatened to spread across her cheeks was desperately and briskly quelled so she could uphold her composure in front of you. Her body, lying on her back, shifted to lay on her side, her knees pulling up a little closer to her chest, her smile passing into a faint one. 

“I've been distracted a lot, recently.” Her eyebrows vaguely pinched together, her voice low enough to be a whisper. The dull glow of your phone softly dusted your features that she'd always silently appreciate without your knowledge.

Her left hand gingerly balled up into a small fist, her slim fingers intertwined with the exceedingly familiar solace of your blanket you both laid upon– but it couldn't compare to you in those not-so-frequent moments of vulnerability, you were there to console her, a shoulder to lean on, loyalty to what currently seemed had no end. You lowered your phone to rest it onto your stomach, your other arm pulled up to rest underneath your head, ears immediately tuned in to listen to her off of just those words, both curiosity and concern were so noticeable on your face in the moment, no matter how indistinct it was, she knew you well enough to catch onto the most imperceptible alteration in your expression when it happens.

But confessions– confessions regarding her love for you, that's not platonic, best friend love. This tender sentiment she felt within was more than just that, and she was aware of that fact. It's how you'd react to it. That, and the more fear-inducing one was when she would finally tell the secret she held onto for some time now, the chance that their friendship might be tarnished- no, no, she's overthinking this.

“What's been on your mind, Caitlyn?” you muttered, shifting your body to mirror hers. You left your phone in the middle and placed it slightly lower so it was not between your guys' faces. And now that your attention was fully on her, she couldn't stop the quickening pulse of her heartbeat. Just a few inches and her fingertips could graze the smooth skin of your hand…

“Caitlyn, you're doing it again.” An intrigued scoff left your lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as the same hand she was just staring at moved up to sneak a boop to Caitlyn's nose. “Seriously?” Half-assing an eye roll in response, her small smile grew after that action. “Mhm.” You hummed matter-of-factly, your hand paused for a millisecond before it pulled away, back to where it was prior. 

“What is it?” you prodded placidly, your expression going lax by the second. She pursed her lips, her gaze drifting away from your eyes for a second. A comfortable silence befell the two of you, and you patiently waited for her to speak.

“I've been contemplating how I.. Tell someone from our school that I like them. Romantically.” The beating of her heartbeat was loud, enough for her to hear it pulsing directly against her ear drums. Do you understand now? Did you already catch on to what she was putting down? A soft, quiet exhale through your nose was the first sign of anything from you after a few seconds of stillness that felt like forever for her, an enthusiastic grin plastered on your face that felt odd. 

“Alright then, don't keep me in the dark– who is it?” Your soft-spoken words are drenched with anticipation. You moved your left arm to lean your weight onto it, your cheek resting on your shoulder. The ceiling fan hums, filling the void of silence that ensued after you spoke, eyes flitting across her visage from time to time. Caitlyn’s lashes fluttered shut, suspension boiling behind the two girls’ exteriors, soon to pour out and at long last admit to the feelings the both of you have felt together for a while now– but still blind-sided to each other’s level of affection for one another. 

She Loves Me Not.

“..Is it Maddie?” A small, hesitant voice interrupted her, the enthusiasm that radiated from you just a second ago dimmed dramatically, and her eyes flew open, moving her body to sit up. “No, not her.” Shaking her head, her right hand slowly grazed the blanket to gently place it over your left hand. “It's not her– it's…” exhaling heavily through her nose, her blue eyes that once wavered when staring into yours earlier held itself firm this time, the heat of her palm seeping into your skin. “Y/N, It’s obvious, isn’t it?” She muttered, vaguely shaking her head as she leaned in a little closer. 

Your white teeth peeked from between your lips when you slightly parted them, and her eyes flickered to it, she could see the doubt in your demeanor. “Y/N..” Both of her hands moved up to cup your face after you moved to sit up, her thumbs benevolently brushing your cheekbones. Our breaths mingle due to our proximity. “It's you.” She whispered, admiring your features beautifully accentuated by the yellow light of the lamp behind Caitlyn.

The corner of your lips quirked up and down, internally fighting the smile that desperately wanted to be freed from hearing those two special words from Caitlyn’s mouth. The same light-hearted chuckle rumbled in your chest, and the both of you smiled as the tension you both felt in that moment dissipated. “Really..?” Caitlyn nodded her head in response; your silly, dumb-founded expression brought a giggle out of her. “Yes, really, Y/N.” She erased what little space was left between you two to give you a peck on the lips, pulling away a little to look you in the eyes.

“Loved you since the beginning.”

She Loves Me.

[halfbaked00q]

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and also u know. what gonna throw @cicerfics's tags onto the barbie too:

#ohhhh no #this is TOO REAL #to me it's like...you know how there's sometimes a really fiddly manual task that you perform based on muscle memory? #and as long as you're doing it naturally it's FINE #but if you stop to THINK about where you're placing your feet/hands and the order of the physical movements #you immediately trip and fall flat on your face #or even the thing where you're entering your bank PIN and you think too hard about it and you're like....dang. what IS my bank PIN again??? #bond is SO GOOD at flirting as second nature #flirting as a game #flirting as a powerplay #flirting just for funsies to pass the time #flirting with and without a goal in mind #but i feel like he is NOT accustomed to flirting with someone he is genuinely in love with #so he's hyperaware of what he's doing and overcorrecting #he's like '...what am i supposed to be doing with my hands during this convo. where is a Cool and Sexy place to put them.' #and his lines get weirder and stupider #he becomes strangely rizzless and overintense #he just DIDN'T THINK HE WOULD GET THIS FAR 😭😭😭 #like a dog chasing its tail #and then catching it #and then freezing up and falling over because WHAT HAPPENS NOW????

soooo true besties <3 <3 <3 so true <3 <3

thots in the shower today: Bond who has no problems flirting with Q, right up until Q starts flirting back and/or Bond realizes oh shit it's not a bit anymore he has feelings for Q for realsies.

Maybe Q starts flirting back and Bond is like 🌸✨️😊🥰✨️🌸 which leads to hey wait a minute which leads to o fuc

And then he becomes the most stilted awkward mofo. Man is trying to professional but coming off as some kind of sitcom/romcom satire guy. He's still professional.... but only just. And fully, this would be him/them:

importantly this is NOT a like chauvinistic "I have to protect you/everyone I love dies" it's more of a

but ofc with the side haha wait o fuc what do I do shit shit shit. the one time Bond has a freeze response and it's in a "maybe if I move very slow the emails won't find me"-ass kind of situation lmao

[astars-things]

Positive Pt 2

*photos are from Pinterest I do not own them

please do not copy and or upload my work as your own

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(Pairing- Jack Hughes x Sister!Reader, Quinn Hughes x Sister!Reader, Luke Hughes x Sister!Reader)

a month had gone by since those two pink lines changed my life.  A month of morning sickness, exhaustion, and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was going to be a mom.

At seventeen. 

my mom and I decided it was best for me to finish the year doing online school, it was for the best, trying to keep everything on the down low because I knew if people found out I would be named the school slut or that I was attention seeking. So to keep me and my baby safe this was the best decision. 

telling my mom, dad and brothers that I was pregnant but telling my "boyfriend" I'm carrying his child is the most scariest one 

I stood in front of my mirror for hours rehearsing what to say, trying to find the right words to make him understand. But when I finally sat across from him, my hands shaking under the café table, all my carefully planned words vanished.

"I'm pregnant."

His reaction was immediate—his eyes widened, his jaw tightened, and then...nothing. Just a heavy sigh and a shake of his head.

"I can't do this, Y/N," he said, his voice flat. "I don't want to be a dad."

The air left my lungs. I stared at him, waiting for something—regret, second thoughts, anything—but all I saw was indifference. Like I was a problem he wanted to erase.

I left without another word, blinking back tears. 

back home

I sat down on my bedroom floor holding pictures of us, wondering where was the guy I fell in love with, why did he change. soon my phone vibrating next to me took me out of my overthinking, It was Quinn, he made it his mission to Facetime me at least once a day 

"hey did you watch the game last night, and did you see the goal I made for you and little Bean- hey hey why are you crying munchkin" Quinn cooed soon noticing my tears "he doesn't want to be a dad" I sobbed, Quinn's face dropped "that fucking dick. you don't need him munchkin. You have us. Me, Mom, Dad, Luke—hell, even Jack, whether he wants to admit it or not. We're here for you. And for the baby."

The baby.

Hearing him say it like that like this tiny life inside me mattered like I mattered, made my throat tighten.

"Thanks, Q," I whispered.

soon he hung up the phone as soon as he knew I was going to be okay, but my mind was still clouded with the looming thoughts of what if Jack doesn't want me as his sister anymore  and just so many of the what ifs 

No matter how hard I tried to push those thoughts away, my brain kept replaying his reaction over and over again he was furious, convinced I had ruined not just my life, but his, too. He had gotten so disappointed in me that he stopped talking to me. Ignored my texts. And then, the final blow—I noticed he had unfollowed me on Instagram and Twitter.

And so did everyone else. 

As soon as I opened up TikTok or Twitter I just saw all the notifications of fans and drama pages adding in their comments why did Jack Hughes unfollow his sister? What happened between Y/N and Jack? Family drama??

I stared at my screen, my heart sinking. It was one thing to know my brother was mad at me. It was another to see it so blatantly, so publicly. I turned my phone off soon making my way downstairs to get some chocolate, trying to keep my tears at bay, trying to not let my parents see how much this is affecting me. 

Once I entered the kitchen I saw my dad standing there, we didn't make any eye contact or even speak until I sat down at the kitchen bench "I saw what Jack did," he finally said.

I swallowed hard. "Guess that makes two of you disappointed in me."

Dad exhaled through his nose. "I am disappointed, Y/N. Not in you, but in the situation. You have no idea how hard this is for me to accept."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my emotions.

"But that doesn't mean I'm not here," he continued. "Because I am. No matter how messy this gets."

I looked up at him, tears brimming in my eyes.

"You mean that?"

He nodded. "Of course I do." I hesitated for only a second before wrapping my arms around him. It was the first hug I had given him in a month.

And it felt nice.

For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like I was drowning.

Maybe Jack still hated me. Maybe my ex wanted nothing to do with this baby. Maybe my future was terrifying and uncertain.

But I wasn't alone.

And maybe, just maybe, I was going to be okay.

[db0xtae]

Winning the Breakup | Chapters 8 & 9

- Minho (Xo Kitty) X Reader

.☘︎ ݁˖ Summary : Y/N, a talented and athletic after an intense breakup, Y/N reluctantly agrees to fake date Minho, to make their exes jealous. What begins as a mutual arrangement soon turns complicated when their fake relationship starts to feel all too real. With humor, bickering, and tender moments, Minho and Y/N's journey proves that sometimes the best way to heal from heartbreak is to allow yourself to fall in love.

.☘︎ ݁˖ Warnings : None

.☘︎ ݁˖ WC : 2,199

.☘︎ ݁˖ Previous Chapter : 6 & 7

.☘︎ ݁˖ A/N : Hope you guys enjoy!!! How are you liking the story so far?

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Chapter 8: The Breaking Point

The aftermath of Florian’s party lingered like a haze over the next week. Y/N found herself replaying the balcony conversation with Minho in her head, questioning every word, every glance, and every hesitation. She wasn’t sure if it was her overthinking or something deeper, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that their fake relationship had passed the point of no return.

On the surface, things seemed normal. Minho still sat next to her during classes, cracking jokes and making sarcastic comments under his breath. They still met up for study sessions, where they bickered over math problems and shared snacks. To everyone else, they looked like the perfect couple.

But for Y/N, it felt like a house of cards waiting to collapse.

Y/N found solace in sports during times of stress. After volleyball practice, she was drenched in sweat but satisfied after running drills with her teammates. She loved the feeling of camaraderie on the court, the adrenaline rush when spiking the ball, and the way sports helped clear her mind.

But even volleyball wasn’t enough to distract her entirely. The tension with Minho still gnawed at her.

Later that evening, they were supposed to study together in the library. Minho was sprawled across the table, lazily flipping through his notes while Y/N tried (and failed) to focus on calculus.

“Are you even listening?” Minho asked, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

She blinked, realizing she’d been staring at the same equation for the past five minutes. “Sorry,” she muttered. “What were you saying?”

Minho frowned, leaning back in his chair. “What’s going on with you lately? You’ve been… off.”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, avoiding his gaze.

“You’re not fine,” he countered. “You’ve been distracted all week. Did something happen at the party?”

“No,” she lied, flipping a page in her notebook. “Everything’s fine.”

Minho stared at her for a long moment, his jaw tightening. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

Y/N looked up, meeting his eyes. “I’m not lying.”

He didn’t respond, but the tension between them was palpable. After a moment, he sighed and stood up, grabbing his bag. “If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. But don’t expect me to keep pretending everything’s okay when it’s clearly not.”

With that, he walked out, leaving Y/N alone with her racing thoughts.

Later that evening, Y/N found herself in the common room with Yuri and Q. Yuri was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, while Q was sketching something in his notebook. Jin, Q’s boyfriend, was still at track practice, so it was just the three of them for now.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Yuri said, glancing up at Y/N.

“Rough day?” Q added without looking up.

Y/N sighed, plopping down onto the couch. “Minho’s mad at me.”

“Again?” Yuri asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’d you do this time?”

“Nothing,” Y/N said defensively. “He just… he thinks I’m hiding something.”

“Are you?” Q asked, setting his notebook aside.

Y/N hesitated. “I don’t know. Maybe. Everything just feels so complicated right now.”

“Dating Minho would do that to anyone,” Yuri said dryly. “He’s not exactly low-maintenance.”

Y/N shot her a look. “Thanks for the helpful advice.”

Q chuckled. “Okay, real talk. What’s actually bothering you? Is it the relationship stuff, or is it… Minho?”

Y/N froze, the question hitting closer to home than she wanted to admit. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “I just… I feel like we’ve crossed some kind of line, and now I don’t know how to go back.”

“Maybe you don’t have to go back,” Q suggested gently. “Maybe you just need to figure out what you want moving forward.”

Y/N sighed, burying her face in her hands. “I don’t even know what I want anymore.”

“Well, figure it out soon,” Yuri said, standing up and stretching. “Because if you two keep acting like this, everyone’s going to figure out something’s up.”

The weekend brought another event: a track meet where Q and Jin were both competing. Y/N wasn’t particularly interested in track as a sport, but she loved supporting her friends. Besides, it was a good distraction from the mess in her head.

She arrived at the field with Yuri and Kitty, who were both surprisingly enthusiastic. Yuri was busy taking candid photos for her Instagram, while Kitty was chatting animatedly about how Jin and Q met through practice.

As the events began, Y/N found herself scanning the crowd, her eyes landing on Jin and Q warming up together. Jin was adjusting Q’s headband, a small, affectionate smile on his face. The sight made Y/N’s chest ache—not with jealousy, but with a longing she couldn’t quite name.

“Relationship goals,” Yuri muttered, following her gaze. “They’re disgustingly cute.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed softly.

The meet was lively, with students cheering and shouting encouragement from the stands. Q and Jin both performed brilliantly, earning medals and high-fives from their teammates. Afterward, the group gathered on the field to celebrate.

“You were amazing out there,” Y/N told Q, handing him a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” Q said, grinning. “Jin’s the real MVP, though. He carried the relay team.”

Jin blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was a team effort.”

“You’re too modest,” Yuri said, smirking. “Own your greatness.”

As the group laughed and teased, Y/N felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Minho standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Can we talk?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, her heart pounding as he led her away from the group.

They stopped near the bleachers, far enough from the crowd to have some privacy. Minho shoved his hands into his pockets, his gaze fixed on the ground.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice low. “About us. About this whole dating thing.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. “What about it?”

“I don’t think I can do it anymore,” he said, finally looking up at her.

Her heart dropped. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I can keep pretending this is just for show. Not when it feels like more.”

Y/N stared at him, her mind racing. “Minho, I—”

“Just tell me one thing,” he interrupted. “Are you feeling it too? Or is it just me?”

The vulnerability in his voice was almost too much to bear. Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. She didn’t know how to untangle the mess of emotions swirling inside her.

“I…” she began, but her voice cracked. “I don’t know.”

Minho’s face fell, and he took a step back. “That’s what I thought.”

“Minho, wait—” she started, but he was already walking away.

Y/N stood there, her chest tight and her eyes stinging. She had no idea how to fix this—or if it was even fixable. All she knew was that she had just lost the one person who had come to mean more to her than she ever expected.

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Chapter 9: Lines Blurred

The atmosphere between Y/N and Minho was charged with an icy tension. Ever since their confrontation at the track meet, the two barely spoke unless it was absolutely necessary, and when they did, it felt… awkward. Forced.

The rest of their friend group, thankfully, hadn’t picked up on it. Yet. But Y/N knew it was only a matter of time before someone asked why the “perfect couple” suddenly seemed so distant.

To make matters worse, Y/N found herself hyper-aware of every little thing Minho did: how his jaw clenched when they passed each other in the hall, how his hand twitched as though he wanted to say something but stopped himself, how he still managed to glance her way during class despite their unspoken cold war.

She hated it. She hated all of it.

But what could she do? She had no idea what she wanted anymore—except that the thought of losing Minho for good terrified her more than she cared to admit.

The weekend arrived, bringing with it another group study session at Q’s apartment. Jin had cooked snacks for everyone, and the aroma of spicy tteokbokki wafted through the air as the group settled in.

Yuri sprawled on the floor with her textbook open in front of her. “Can someone please explain how to solve problem #14? I swear this math book is written in another language.”

“Do I look like a math genius?” Kitty replied, flipping through her flashcards. “Ask Minho or Y/N—they’re the ones with straight A’s.”

Y/N froze, feeling Minho’s gaze on her. Before the rift, they’d have exchanged a playful glance or some sarcastic comment about carrying the group’s collective GPA. But now, the silence stretched uncomfortably.

“I’ll do it,” Minho finally said, his voice clipped. He moved over to Yuri’s side and started explaining the problem, his tone professional and distant.

Q glanced between the two of them, his brows furrowing. “Okay, what’s up with you two? Did someone steal the last slice of pizza or something?”

“We’re fine,” Y/N said quickly, plastering on a fake smile.

“Totally fine,” Minho added, his tone matching hers.

Yuri narrowed her eyes. “You’re both terrible liars.”

“Maybe they’re just tired,” Jin interjected, trying to diffuse the tension. “Studying is stressful, after all.”

“Or maybe they’re having their first big couple fight,” Kitty said with a mischievous grin.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed. “We’re not fighting!”

“Right,” Yuri said, clearly unconvinced. “And I’m secretly a broke.”

The group burst into laughter, and Y/N tried to join in, but her heart wasn’t in it. Across the room, Minho avoided her gaze, his jaw tightening.

Later that night, as the group packed up their things, Q pulled Y/N aside.

“Spill,” he said, crossing his arms.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb,” he said, lowering his voice. “You and Minho. Something’s definitely off.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s complicated.”

“Uncomplicate it,” Q said. “You two were all lovey-dovey at Florian’s party, and now you can’t even look at each other. Did something happen?”

“I…” Y/N hesitated, torn between keeping up the charade and confiding in her best friend. “It’s just… relationship stuff.”

Q raised an eyebrow. “Relationship stuff? Or fake relationship stuff?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What—what are you talking about?”

“Please,” Q said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve known you for years, Y/N. You’re a lot of things, but subtle isn’t one of them. I figured out you and Minho were fake dating ages ago.”

“Does everyone know?” she asked, panic rising in her chest.

“No,” Q assured her. “Just me. I didn’t say anything because… well, I figured you had your reasons. But now it looks like whatever this is has gone sideways.”

Y/N let out a long sigh, sinking onto the couch. “It’s a mess, Q. A total mess. We were supposed to be fake dating to make our exes jealous, but now… I don’t even know what’s real anymore.”

Q sat down beside her, his expression softening. “Do you like him?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Maybe? Probably? But he… he told me he has feelings, and I froze. I didn’t know what to say, and now I think I’ve completely ruined everything.”

“Y/N,” Q said gently, “you need to talk to him. Like, really talk to him. If you care about him—even as a friend—you owe him that much.”

Y/N nodded, her throat tight. “You’re right. I just… I don’t know how to fix this.”

“Start with an apology,” Q suggested. “And maybe some honesty.”

It was almost midnight when Y/N finally worked up the courage to call Minho. She half-expected him to ignore her, but to her surprise, he picked up on the second ring.

“What?” he said, his tone flat.

“Can we talk?” she asked, her voice small.

“Why? So you can tell me you don’t know again?”

The bitterness in his voice stung, but she pushed through it. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I handled everything wrong, and I’m sorry.”

There was a long pause before he replied. “What do you want, Y/N?”

“I want to fix this,” she said. “I don’t want to lose you, Minho. Not like this.”

“Fix what, exactly?” he asked. “The fake relationship? Or whatever this is turning into?”

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “Both. I think. I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want you to hate me.”

“I could never hate you,” he said quietly. “But I can’t keep doing this if you’re not honest with me—or with yourself.”

“I’m trying,” she said, her voice breaking. “I just… I need time.”

Minho sighed. “Time, huh? Fine. Take all the time you need.”

The line went dead, and Y/N sat there, staring at her phone, feeling more lost than ever.

As the days passed, Y/N threw herself into her sports and studies, trying to find clarity amidst the chaos. But no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts always circled back to Minho.

She didn’t know how their story would end, but one thing was certain: she couldn’t keep running from her feelings forever.

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can you do a fluff with jake? where reader is his girlfriend and it’s there first video together?? tyyy

Summary: Anon request - "can you do a fluff with jake? where reader is his girlfriend and it's there first video together?? tyyy"

Warnings: like two negative comments from viewers, nothing too extreme, other than that, pure fluff.

Word count: 861

This is short because I’m not as familiar with Jake like I am with Sam and Colby. But, if you give me a little to catch up, I’ll be back with a longer one shot request that I’ve already received for Jake specifically.

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Jake has been your boyfriend for three, going on four months now. It’s been great. You’ve managed to keep it on the down low, just for a little bit until you both felt it was time to confirm the speculations of the fans.

You thought that doing it on a live video would be best, but you were still slightly nervous. You laugh slightly, thinking about the possible outcomes as you lean back in the chair.

Jake looks at you, laughing slightly as he looks back down at the camera in his hands, “Ya nervous or something?”

You shrug, “Kind of.”

He shakes his head, leaning over to peck your cheek, “They’ll like you.” He leans back, smiling, “How could they not?”

You smile, a slight heat rising in your cheeks, “Yeah, you’re right.”

“They already like you, love your channel.. if anything we’ll be labeled a power couple.” Jake laughs and you roll your eyes with a smile, “Mhm.”

He smirks as he goes live, “Hey guys, how’s it going?” He smiles and look over at you and back to the screen with a laugh, “Yes thats her.”

You lean forward, “Hey. It’s me, y/n.”

Without any hesitation, Jake points to you, “Also my girlfriend.” You look at me and he smiles like a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but smile, “Wow. Talk about a hard launch.”

He laughs and shrugs, “What can I say.”

You smile, shaking your head, “So then, this-“ you point to Jake, “- is my boyfriend.” He nods, “Yeah I am.” He leans in, kissing your cheek as he slides his hand to interlock his fingers with yours.

@/username1: I KNEW IT!

@/username2: HOW LONG!?

@/username3: How long has [yourshipname] been a thing!???

@/username4: Well that didn’t last long. I’m out.

@/username5: seriously. Yikes. This won’t last long.

You knew you could handle the hate comments that you were bound to receive at some point, but that didn’t matter. Anxiety took over, making your leg bounce up and down rapidly as you try not to overthink it.

Jake quickly notices, taking his hand from yours and laying his hand on your knee, “I don’t mean to brag or anything..” he glances over at you and back to the screen, “I personally think we’re super cute together.” He smirks, “But that’s just me.”

You smile, “Not just you, Jake.”

He laughs and reads the screen, “Tomorrow actually will be four months, so yeah.” He shrugs and looks at you, “This has honestly been the best four months of my life.”

You smile, your leg quickly coming to a stop, “Mine too.” You sigh taking his hand back into yours, “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been happier with anyone.. like once I saw Jake.. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.”

He smiles and looks down, “Guys. Shes doing it again.”

“Doing what again!?” You look at him and he looks up, “Making me blush.”

You laugh, “Oh my god.” You push his shoulder, “Don’t do that” He pushes your shoulder back gently and laughs, “I had to. I had to.”

@/username6: I have been WAITING for this. I’ve had my suspicions for the longest time now!! Like what!!!

@/username7: screw anyone who doesn’t like these two together. They’re literally perfect for each other!!

@/username8: literal definition of made for each other.

You smile at the screen, looking over at Jake who’s reading the comments, “No literally. We clicked and it was just..” he sighs, “She still gives me butterflies.”

You nod, “Same. Same.” You laugh and lean forward, “Oh, babe. They want us to do a Q and A video.”

“You guys are going to like her more than me aren’t you?” He pretends to pout as the chat fills with a bunch of joking yeses, “really?” He pretends to cry and get up, “Fine. Thats it. She can have my channel, too.”

He gets up and walks a few steps away before turning around to come back to his seat, “I’m just joking.”

You laugh and shake your head, “I’m in love with an idiot.”

Jake looks at you, stunned because you haven’t dropped the L word yet, “You’re what?” He looks at the camera, “Did you guys hear that?!”

You cover your face, hiding your red cheeks, “Stop it!”

“No, no im sorry. The audience wants to hear what you said again.” Jake pokes your side, getting you to laugh.

You shoot your arms down, “Fine, fine. I said..” you lean into Jake, “I’m in love.. with an idiot.”

“Well this idiot is in love with you.” He smiles and kisses your cheek a few times.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I know this was SUPER short, but bear with me and I’ll make up for it with a longer and more detailed one shot!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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The Winding Path of Fate Chapter 15 - Summer: The Meeting

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Pairing: Neuvillette x Female Reader Summary: You and Neuvillette finally have that long-awaited meeting with Furina.

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“So, with all the pleasantries out of the way, let’s talk about finally publicizing your marriage.”

You just barely managed to avoid choking your tea when you heard those words. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Neuvillette stiffen.

The long-awaited meeting—or the “tea party,” as Furina had insisted on calling it—had been going surprisingly well up until this point. Admittedly, your opinion of Furina hadn’t been very high as of late, but she proved to be a gracious, winsome hostess (even though, considering this was Neuvillette’s office, shouldn’t the two of you act as the hosts?) and a witty conversationist who kept things going smoothly. She congratulated you on your marriage, complimented your dress and purse and immediately noticed Neuvillette’s matching brooch. She asked you to show her your wedding ring and declared to be utterly plain (which wasn’t exactly wrong). She even asked after your family. There’s a reason why she’s considered Fontaine’s superstar, you thought in admiration.

As expected, she asked how you and Neuvillette met. You told her the truth: that you had met at a ball and went on several dates together. Of course, you happened to leave out the fact that all those meetings were brief and happened within a month’s span, but who cared about the details, right?

But what really raised her in your esteem was the fact that she actually recalled your great-grandparents’ meeting with her from more than a century ago.

“Ah, yes, I remember them. They asked me to give my blessing for their unborn child, I believe,” she said, tilting her head as though in recollection.

You nodded. As the story passed down in your family goes, your great-grandmother had been a sickly woman, and there were serious worries that she wouldn’t be able to survive the birth. As devotees of the Hydro Archon, your great-grandparents made the decision to travel all the way to the Court of Fontaine from their remote village in hopes of receiving a blessing from her. The arduous journey and wait paid off, and your great-grandmother lived to see her son grow to adulthood.

“It is all thanks to you, Lady Furina,” you said, bowing your head respectfully. “Even now, my family still speaks highly of you and what you’ve done for us.”

“I see. How very gladdening to hear!” Furina’s voice was bright, almost to the extent of sounding fake. For a moment, you thought you saw her smile falter just a little. Did I say something wrong, you worried, but when you looked again, her expression was as smooth and unruffled as ever.

You told yourself, not for the first time, to stop overthinking and reading into every little thing. The meeting was going well. It was supposed to be hour-long and half an hour had already passed. Plus, there were snacks (apparently this meeting coincided with Furina’s morning tea time), which you were secretly thankful for as you had been too nervous to eat much for breakfast that morning.

Yes, everything was going swimmingly, and if luck was on your side, you might not have to see Furina ever again after today. You could spend the rest of this marriage in peace and obscurity. All you had to do was to be so utterly dull and uninteresting that just the thought of you would induce a yawn, which wasn’t exactly a difficult task for you, but…

You should have known that nothing was ever so easy.

Furina looked between the two of you when neither of you spoke. She raised her eyebrows. “Well? Anything to say?”

Neuvillette cleared his throat. He had been twirling the stem of his cup in his hand as Furina spoke mainly with you, occasionally taking a sip from it. He was mostly quiet for the first half of the meeting, but you could feel his readiness to jump in at any moment should you need it. This was that moment.

“Furina, I do believe we’ve already made it clear that we wish to keep our marriage as private as possible.”

“Oh, sure, I can sympathize with wanting privacy. The paparazzi can be absolutely ravenous sometimes. I can only imagine how much more irksome they would be if they catch wind of this story. But still, there is no reason to completely hide it, especially when it’ll be found out anyways. Now, we could do a slow unveiling to a small group of close associates first before announcing it to all Fontainians. For instance—”

As Furina prattled on about all the engagement announcements she had witnessed in her time, you bit into a pink macaron and proceeded to wash it down with more tea. However, the sweet pastry now tasted like sawdust in your mouth. Your stomach was twisted in knots. You and Neuvillette needed to come up with a good excuse to get out of this.

As your mind raced in circles, you suddenly felt a weight on your hand and looked down. Neuvillette’s gloved hand was on top of yours, squeezing it gently. You hadn’t realized it was shaking until now.

Raising your head, you were met with Neuvillette’s violet eyes, silently reassuring you. You felt some of the tension leave your body.

Yes, it will be alright. You were married to the one person in Fontaine who could push back against Furina and get away with it, after all.

“…So, what do you say? Something intimate will suffice, like, say, an exclusively attended ball where only the most elite of Fontaine’s social scene are invited. Oh, I can just picture it now—Neuvillette with an unfamiliar lady on his arm, only to introduce her to everyone as his wife! Ah, I can just imagine the ladies’ reaction when that moment arrives!” Furina chuckled to herself as she scooped a mound of sugar cubes into her tea. “Or perhaps Madame Neuvillette would prefer something more casual, like a ladies’ salon.”

“There will be nothing of the sort. I do not understand why you’re so insistent upon the publicization of my marriage in the first place. It will not affect how I do my job, and I do not believe it is something that is of concern to anyone,” Neuvillette said, an impatient note creeping into his voice.

“Oh, Neuvillette,” Furina shook her head in disappointment, as though scolding a child. “You’re missing the point. The people would be thrilled to hear that their solitary Chief Justice has finally found love after all this time. It would bring you closer to them, for what humanizes a person more than falling in love? Plus, it’ll give everyone the exc—I mean, opportunity to share in your newfound happiness by celebrating it!”

Bringing Neuvillette closer to the people? Was that why Furina kept pestering him to marry? Was he suffering from low popularity ratings or something?

“That sounds rather excessive. Would the people truly care so much about whether or not I am married?”

Furina shook her head again. You found yourself sympathizing with her a little despite everything. “Ugh, I’m not going to argue with you on this. But honestly, you’re not even going to tell the Duke or Clorinde? It’s not as though they’re the gossiping types.”

You were quite sure that Clorinde already had an idea, but who was this Duke?

“No, not even them,” Neuvillette said, but you saw his fingers twitch just once under the table.

“How odd. I’m sure your dear Melusines have all already been informed from the very start, so it isn’t as though you’re keeping it completely secret. Don’t you think that’s unfair to the humans who place their trust in you?”

Neuvillette blinked, as though that had never occurred to him.

Furina took this opportunity to press further. “Neuvillette, don’t tell me you intend to keep your marriage secret forever! Do you plan on never being seen in public with your wife? Did you swear her entire family to secrecy as well? What a dreadful prospect! Have you even considered how she might feel about that? You’re almost like a tyrannical lord from an opera, keeping your wife hidden away from the world in a tall tower.” She looked at you critically. “She does not appear particularly frail or delicate to me. Whatever could be the reason for this?”

“She is not hidden or imprisoned in any way. Madame is free to go wherever she likes. It is only that…” Neuvillette trailed off. You saw the muscles in his jaw working. He must be trying to come up with an acceptable excuse.

You were doing the same. Honestly, you could see where Furina was coming from. If I look at our marriage from an outsider’s point of view…it definitely raises a few questions.

“Oh, there’s no need to say anything more. I know exactly what’s going on here.” Furina leaned forward, and you resisted the urge to squirm in your seat. Had she caught on to the truth?

She pointed her teaspoon at Neuvillette. “You’re too selfish!”

“Huh?” you couldn’t help but exclaim. Neuvillette, selfish? Those two words didn’t belong in the same sentence.

“Selfish may be too harsh of a word. Perhaps…inflexible? Unable to change? Well, putting that aside, I have hoped that being in a romantic relationship might have forced you to change your ways, but I suppose it can’t be helped. It’s difficult to change when you’ve been distanced from humans for so long. But, fear not, I, the Regina of All Waters and All Peoples, shall help you in this endeavour. I’ll save this failing marriage!”

“Failing marriage…?” Neuvillette repeated slowly.

“It’s not failing yet, but in my opinion, it is certainly heading in that direction if nothing changes. I’ve witnessed many a divorce in my day, and I can tell you that many of them are caused by prioritizing one’s desires over one’s spouse. After all, isn’t that what love is about? Sacrificing your own comfort for the one you love? You married this woman because you love her, yes? Surely you’d do anything for her?”

Oh, Archons. She’s cornered Neuvillette in a tough spot. If he said yes, he would not only be lying to his superior, but also opening the door to a whole new set of complications that would be difficult to get through. But if he said no, well…

Either way, it would only raise suspicions.

“I…” Neuvillette was blinking rapidly. You saw him briefly glance at you, saw his fingers clench and unclench around the stem of his cup. Even taking his time to answer this question was enough to be suspect.

You had to step in. “Your concern is greatly appreciated, Lady Furina, but there is no need for you to worry about us. I’m perfectly content with the way things are. Neither of us are the type to enjoy socializing very much, so this arrangement is perfect for me. I have no desire to force him to do things that cause him discomfort.”

Furina stared at you for a moment. You tried your best to hold her gaze and look resolute, but her heterochromatic eyes disconcerted you. It felt as though they were probing you for all your secrets, turning out all of your lies. Or maybe you were falling into them as one was falling into an abyss.

I never lied, you reminded yourself. I’ve only told the truth. It’s not my fault if she doesn’t like it.

Her reaction, however, was completely unexpected.

“You poor thing!” she exclaimed, clutching her hands to her chest. “It’s worse than I expected. I can only imagine how difficult it has been for you! No wonder you two barely seem like a loving couple. Ah, but there is no need to suffer in silence for any longer, for I, the God of Justice, shall serve as your advocate.”

You felt your mouth dropping open in shock. What was she talking about? You took another glance at Neuvillette and saw that he looked as clueless as you felt.

Furina continued, heedless of your confusion. “Born into an impoverished family, overlooked on the marriage market and almost forced into eternal spinsterhood—what an unfortunate life you’ve lived! And just when it seemed that you’ve attained lifelong happiness and freedom by attaining the affections of the most eligible bachelor in Fontaine and having him marry you, you’re stuffed away in his house like an old antique, forced to cater to his whims out of the fear that he’ll cast you aside if you displease him. Oh yes, I understand perfectly now. It’s something out of a classic romance novel. But do not fret, my dear lady, I shall ensure that Neuvillette shapes up and becomes a proper husband who will spoil you as you deserve!”

Impoverished? I suppose a god would have a different standard of wealth, but still… You had heard of other noble families that were forced to sell off their estates and assets and live on the charity of relatives just to pay off their debts. She isn’t entirely wrong about the other stuff, although I wouldn’t describe being a spinster as a “doom.”

“Furina—” Neuvillette began, but she cut him off.

“My dear Iudex, I know that the whole ‘aloof and mysterious’ persona has done wonders for your popularity among women, but that will not do at all in a romantic relationship! You have to be straightforward and overt in your affections. You must prioritize your wife along with your job. Have you showered her with gifts and compliments? Have you told her you love her every single day? The dress and purse are a good start—” you decided to keep silent about the fact that you were the one who had bought those items (though it was with Neuvillette’s money, so in a roundabout way, he did buy them for you)— “But there needs to be more extravagance. And dates! I know very well that you can easily rearrange your schedule to allow for a date every week. And as for physical affection…well, I shall not broach a couple’s privacy, but I believe the research materials I’ve provided you with should supply ample ideas.”

She gave you two a meaningful look. If you were in a more proper state of mind, you might have blushed at what she was suggesting. Instead, you felt like you had just been assailed by a series of tidal waves.

“Ah, perhaps I’m expecting too much from your very first romantic relationship,” Furina nodded, even as you reeled from that revelation. Did that mean Neuvillette had only ever had one-night stands? That seemed terribly unlikely, but you didn’t know much about his love life in the first place. “Oh well, I’ll just have to guide you more firmly. What do you say to weekly meetings regarding this topic?”

“Furina, I understand that you believe you have good intentions, but you haven’t the right to—”

 “As a matter of fact, I think I do. After all, you never would have even thought of marrying this woman if it weren’t for me, right?”

“I…cannot deny that.”

“That’s right. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be moping around all by yourself, never knowing that you could have attained happiness if you simply put yourself forward. Well, I won’t let you ruin it, now that you have it. And you,” Furina turned her attention to you. “You should not be afraid to demand more from Neuvillette. You hold the heart of the Chief Justice in your hands, after all. Have more confidence! He’s too much of a recluse, you know, and hardly spends time with the people, even though they’re so eager to get to know him. Any woman would be eager to show off such a prize of a husband. What’s stopping you? You can’t spend your whole life being a wallflower, you know.”

Wallflower. Now that was a word you heard far too many times throughout your life. The painful memories you tried so hard to lock away came flooding back. Sitting near the wall, waiting in desperation, hoping…

“You truly have gone too far, Furina,” Neuvillette was glaring at her, his jaw clenched. His hand was still gripping yours. “It is one thing to criticize me, but it is another to speak in such a way to Madame.”

Even though Furina was accusing him of being someone he wasn’t, even though he could simply tell her the truth to clear this up, he was determined to defend you and your dignity until the very end.

A rush of guilt, accompanied by shameful relief, welled up inside you. The fabric of your dress scratched at your skin, as though you were wearing a burlap sack instead of a pretty frock. Sweat beaded your back, even though it was cool in the room.

If it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t be in this situation. If only you had been more prepared, more eloquent, perhaps you could have come up with a satisfying explanation for everything. If you were prettier, more charming—someone who wasn’t you, then Neuvillette wouldn’t be…

My dear child, are you hearing yourself right now? Your old teacher’s voice, chiding but playful, sounded in your head. It felt like a cool, refreshing wind. Take a pause and look at this objectively.   

She was right. You were being irrational. Neuvillette hadn’t been forced to marry you. He chose you of his own accord, knowing full well who you were and what he was getting into, and you accepted his proposal. This marriage was temporary from the start. Reasonably, you shouldn’t be heeding Furina’s words, as they didn’t apply to your marriage.

The more you thought about it, the angrier you felt. It was clear that what Furina was truly looking for was entertainment, despite all of her claims to the contrary about wanting him to find happiness. You and Neuvillette were like puppets on a wooden stage for her to manipulate as she saw fit.

Having to adapt to circumstances beyond your control was one thing, but being made to dance to the whims of someone else, just because they believed they had the right to do so, was infuriating.

You promised him once that you would make sure his life remained as unchanged as possible, and you were more determined than ever to keep it.

And long before that, you had promised yourself that you would never be beholden to anyone, that you would walk your own path, under your own power.

Furina was still speaking. “What a shame, I have hoped that marriage might induce you to change your ways, but alas… do at least think of your poor wife. Do you truly want her to wither away in your house, unable to flourish?”

At the beginning of this meeting, you had been somewhat awed by being in the presence of the Hydro Archon, but now that awe was being replaced by indignance.

“As the wife in question, may I say something?” your words came out sharper than you expected. You straightened up in your seat, making your back ramrod straight and looking directly at Furina. Anger roiled in the pit of your stomach, but you reminded yourself to watch your tongue. Even Neuvillette wouldn’t be able to protect you if you spoke too much out of turn.

“Yes?” Furina nodded towards you, leaning back in her chair. “Go on, what is it?”

“I shall be blunt here, Lady Furina. I have no need for your pity. As Neuvillette has repeated over and over, we are perfectly fine as we are. I think you’re completely overstepping your bounds, and I ask you to stop immediately.”

Furina blinked, the flippant composure she had giving way to shock. “What?” she said at last.

“It is true that if it isn’t for your constant encouragement, Neuvillette and I would never have married. But that will be the extent of your involvement in our relationship. The only people who will make the decisions in our relationship are the two of us. If you don’t like it, then I apologize for any unpleasant feelings we’ve caused, but we shall continue as we are. We won’t entertain any arguments on this matter.”

“Wait,” Furina had been snapped out of her shock and was now leaning forward, looking between the two of you. “Don’t tell me that you honestly intend to keep this marriage a secret forever? What is the point of getting married, then?”

“As the one who pressed for this marriage in the first place, Lady Furina, I’m sure you can wager a guess. Neuvillette has done what you asked, and that should be the end of it. You have no idea how much pressure he has been placed under because of you. And…” you took a breath here. When was the last time you had spoken with such vigor? “…I would much rather a relationship where we are honest with each other about what we want, rather than living a pretense because that’s what’s expected of us.”

You expected punishment to rain down on you swiftly. Furina had been known to have people tried at the opera house for far lesser offences, after all. Would she summon your family to the trial? Would she throw you into the sea instead of sending you to the Fortress of Metropide? How strange, you should be feeling petrified right now, but all such emotions seemed to have wilted away in the face of the burning conviction that filled your heart.

You weren’t, however, expecting Furina to simply stare at you, an unreadable expression in her eyes. Was she plotting something? Despite that, you stared back at her resolutely.

Perhaps some other god was watching over you then, for the clock chimed the hour. The meeting was over.

You stood up, straightened your skirt, and curtsied. “Thank you for the tea and cakes, Lady Furina,” you said politely. “Neuvillette and I shall take our leave now.”

Furina said nothing as you walked towards the door.

I messed up. I messed up. I messed up.

Right now, you were huddled in a corner of the main lobby, sandwiched between bookshelves. A book you randomly picked out laid on your lap. Being surrounded by books always had a therapeutic effect on you, but it wasn’t working today.

The tight, angry knot in your stomach still hadn’t loosened, although it was now accompanied by unease.

You didn’t regret what you said—it needed to be said—but you were worried about the consequences of your sharp tongue on the lives of Neuvillette and your family.

You should have thought over your words more carefully. You should have anticipated this. You should have prepared better so that it would have never come to this. You should have…

I’m sure…I must have embarrassed Neuvillette terribly back there.

Speaking of Neuvillette, he had not followed you out of the office. In fact, it had been nearly half an hour since you left. You surmised that he was probably cleaning up after your outburst. He had said before that part of the reason he picked you to be his wife was because of your similar temperaments—no doubt he was regretting those words now.

A sigh slipped out of you. You didn’t regret what you said, but you would be the first to admit that you had been presumptuous. If you made things between him and Furina awkward, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was having second thoughts about marrying you.

Already, the gears in your mind were whirring, coming up with a backup plan. I hear it can take months for a divorce to be finalized…but since Neuvillette is the Chief Justice, he probably has ways to speed things up. I hope he’ll at least give me time to find a new place to live… It’ll be quite difficult to find somewhere affordable in the city. Maybe I’ll try the Fleuve Cendre after all. Marie says it’s actually not too bad down there, as long as you know the right people and keep your head down. I can ask her to recommend a place for me. It won’t be long until winter, and I barely know anyone in the city anyways, so it should be fine…the only issue is mail…

“Madame.”

A voice broke through your aimless reverie. You looked up and saw Neuvillette’s face, etched with worry. His lips were tightly pressed together, and there was a deep furrow between his brows. He looked visibly relieved when he saw you sitting there with your book.

You elected to get straight to the point. “Will we be divorcing soon?”

“Divorce?” his eyes widened in shock. “No, of course not. What brought this on?”

“I, well…” you squirmed under Neuvillette’s intense gaze. Funny, now you were nervous. “It’s just that…I did make somewhat of a scene back there, and Lady Furina probably hates me now, and…”

Listening to yourself now, you were beginning to realize you had a propensity for jumping to conclusions. You cleared your throat. “…So, anyways, what held you up for so long?”

“Furina and I had a long, serious talk about her words today. I’ve made it clear that she has no control over our marriage. You were entirely right, Madame, and she knows it. It was not her place to control what two individuals in a private relationship ought to do. I suppose that hearing it from someone unfamiliar like you had more of an impact on her than from me.”

“Oh, I see…” you nodded as you mentally re-evaluated your impression of the relationship between Furina and Neuvillette. You had assumed that she was the one always ordering him around, but it seems that there was more of a push-and-pull than you thought.

“I do not believe she will bother us much for the foreseeable future,” Neuvillette reassured you. He looked straight into your eyes. “Worry not, Madame. Our arrangement is to stay married for a year until you obtain your license. I have no intention of reneging on it, nor let anyone interfere with it. We shall remain husband and wife until the time comes.”

“I-I’m relieved to hear that,” you stammered, taken aback by the ardor in his voice. “You were looking so worried just now that I thought something bad might have happened.”

“I was?” Neuvillette sat down next to you, his knee brushing against yours. “Forgive me, I was unaware. It was only that…”

He trailed off as he looked at you, his eyes seemingly probing you for something. “…I’ve never seen you like that before,” he said at last. “You’re always so calm and rational…I did not know that you could become so furious.”

“Did I look that angry?”

“It wasn’t your face, exactly, but I can sense your emotions…” Seeing you look at him questioningly, he cleared his throat. “What I mean is, I could feel the anger radiating from you. Yes, that’s it.”

“I see…” you answered, mentally noting what he said about sensing emotions. A Sumeru girl from the boarding house you lived in before once claimed that she could see auras. Was it something like that? “I hope I didn’t ruin your day or anything like that.”

“Nonsense. I have seen much worse in court regularly.” He paused there, before adding, almost shyly, “I must admit, it was enthralling to see another side of you. …And, Madame?”

 “Hmm?”

“Thank you.” a corner of Neuvillette’s mouth lifted slightly. “You’re always so considerate of me, even when I’ve hardly been a good husband to you.”

You furrowed your brow at his words. Had Neuvillette internalized what Furina said, even though they came from a place of ignorance?

As you looked into his apologetic eyes, you thought you were beginning to understand him a little bit more now. He was the sincere, earnest type who took what was said to him to heart.

Any lingering regrets over your outburst have all but dissipated now.

You put your hand on his shoulder. He looked down at it. He always seemed surprised whenever you touched him, but he never moved away or told you off. To be honest, you were surprised at yourself—you generally kept your hands to yourself and preferred that others did the same. But something about Neuvillette made you want to reach out to him, so that you could convey your thoughts to him better.

“There’s no need to thank me,” you told him, squeezing his shoulder gently. “We needed to put on a united front, and it’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me. And don’t take what Lady Furina said to heart—you’re a wonderful husband, and I’m sure that your future, real, spouse would be the luckiest person in the world.”

“Future spouse?” Neuvillette repeated, his head tilted to the side in confusion. He sounded almost distracted.

“Um…it’s also fine if you don’t want to get married,” you hurriedly corrected yourself. “I just meant that hypothetically, if you were to marry for real, then…well, just forget it! Let’s go shopping now, shall we? It won’t take long. I already know which store to go to.”

You swiftly got up and proceeded to go to the main hall. There weren’t many people there, luckily. You placed your hand on the door handle.

Neuvillette shook his head slightly, as though emerging from a reverie. “Wait, Madame,” he called out after you. “It’s—”

Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by the torrential downpour just outside.

Due to the unexpected heavy weather, you and Neuvillette decided to go shopping by carriage instead.

It was just as well, you thought at the time. We’ll get less attention this way.

After all that talk about maintaining your privacy, it would be terribly ironic if the two of you went out in public without a care in the world and were discovered now.

Your destination was the largest department store in the Court of Fontaine. It was to your sister Justine what the museum was to you. Whenever she took a trip to the city, it was always her first stop. She even had their catalogs delivered back home for her to pore over with her friends. She would cut out all the shoes she wanted and add them to the collage that was hung up over her bed. In her letters to you, she had not-so-subtly hinted how much she would love a new pair of dancing slippers. Well, her wish was about to be granted.

A smile played on your lips as you imagined her reaction. Though she was the princess of the family, she grew up conscious of the fact that your family wasn’t well off and was just as happy with the homemade and second-hand presents as she was with the new ones. But now you could finally spoil her as she deserved.

You glanced at Neuvillette. He was looking out the window, at the gray streets. He had a faraway, almost dreamy look in his eyes. You felt a little bad that he had to stay in the carriage instead being out there in the rain.

Not for the first time, you wondered about the connection between him and rain. At first, you assumed that he was one of those people who liked rainy days, but there seemed to be more to it than that. You were quite sure that he had some power over rain, but you couldn’t picture him as someone who would change the weather for his own sake.

Maybe he chooses especially hot days to make it rain, you mused, but quickly dismissed that thought. There had been scorching hot days without a single drop of precipitation these past few months. Neuvillette, if he did control the rain, seemed to have his own criteria as to which days to let it fall.

You looked out the window as well. The rain had lessened considerably, but it was still falling. The streets were practically canals, and the sky was gray as slate. You saw pedestrians unfortunate to be out without umbrellas huddling under shop awnings, as well as children laughing as they jumped into puddles.

There was a shuffling of cloth next to you. Neuvillette had turned around and was looking towards your window, his face unreadable. You turned your head as well and saw a couple huddled under a colorful umbrella, giggling with each other.

Oh, that reminds me…is what Furina said true? Has he never been in a relationship?

With all that had happened afterwards, you almost forgot that particular bombshell. It seemed inconceivable to you.

Neuvillette was known to keep humans at a distance and only showed a warm-hearted, fatherly side to the Melusines, but throughout all these years, surely there had to have been people who he opened his heart to? He had a severe, imposing aura to him, yes, but anyone could tell just from talking to him briefly that he was a gentle, amiable person, if a bit too stiff.

Plus, he was handsome, wealthy, and respected by all. That was a winning combination in every era. Single people (and doubtless the married ones as well) probably flocked to him in droves whenever he made a rare appearance at a public event. Did not one of them ever catch his eye?

He’s lived a long life, and even now there are still many things we don’t know about him. Having a secret lover or ten wouldn’t be out of the question. He most likely has secrets even Furina doesn’t know about.

But supposing what Furina said was true, then what was the reason for it? The only thing you could come up with was that he simply had no desire for a relationship. Perhaps he swore himself to complete chastity, like the monks and ascetics of old, in an effort to remain impartial.

That seemed rather extreme to you. You were quite sure that at least a few of his fellow judges were married with families of their own, and no one ever accused them of being biased because of that.

But then again, you wouldn’t put it past him to do something like that. Even in the privacy of his own home, he maintained that monk-like way of life. He did not indulge in sumptuous meals, he did not drink or smoke, and even his house, though tastefully furnished, seemed almost spartan compared to the handful of extravagantly decorated mansions belonging to nobles of far lesser rank you had visited before. His long, thick hair and heavy robes seemed to speak otherwise, but they seemed more like a work uniform to him than a reflection of his personal tastes, judging by how many times you saw him grimace or heard him sigh in resignation whenever his hair or robes got stuck between sofa cushions or between his heel and the floor. The only indulgences he partook in, if you could even call them that, were his extensive collection of imported water and gazing out at the sea.

At first, you had assumed that he was putting on an act for you, his wife who was more like a stranger to him, but as the two of you grew accustomed to living with each other, you came to understand that this was truly who he was.

But still, that’s some discipline he has, if he could maintain being single for so long. Is that the difference between the willpower of an immortal being and a normal human? Maybe he thinks romance is an indulgence of some kind as well. I highly doubt he is the kind of person to frequent, um, let’s say, adult establishments, either…you know what, let’s not go there.

Even if you were only thinking it, it was still highly improper, especially since the person in question was right next to you.

So with all that, why did he decide to get married now? He said before that Furina had been bothering him about it, but from what you heard and saw today, this wasn’t the first time she had done so. Did he finally have a change of heart after centuries of (purported) bachelorhood?

No, I shouldn’t be thinking about this, you told yourself firmly. It’s his personal business—I shouldn’t get curious. Especially after all that talk about maintaining personal boundaries.

You turned your head to look at him with a pleasant smile, preparing to make some nice, normal conversation about the weather or work or something like that, but was interrupted by the shouting of children outside.

A boy and a girl, who looked to be siblings, were squeezing their eyes shut as though in prayer and shouting, “Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry!”

“Oh, that takes me back,” you said, turning to Neuvillette. “Me and my sister used to recite that nursery rhyme whenever it rained as well when we were little.”

You used to love listening to your parents reading to you about the Hydro Dragon, but as you grew older and became more interested in more serious and concrete history, the fairy tales you once adored became a distant memory.

Neuvillette did not say anything for a minute. He seemed to be lost in thought, but then he blinked and shook his head a little, as though coming out of a trance. “My apologies, Madame, for keeping silent for so long,” he said, turning his attention to you, though you caught his gaze flitting towards the window. “I did not catch what you said just now. May I trouble you to repeat it?”

“It wasn’t anything important,” you assured him, even as you wondered whether or not you should at least open the window. He really did seem to yearn for the rain. “Those children just reminded me of when me and my sister used to believe in the Hydro Dragon.”

“You ‘used to’ believe in the Hydro Dragon?” he raised an eyebrow. “You do not think it exists?”

You thought about it a little. “I wouldn’t say that. It’s an irrefutable fact that dragons exist, so a Hydro Dragon probably did live in Fontaine at one point, if the number of fairytales and folk stories is any indication. The only thing we know for sure is that it can create rain when it cries, but I am curious as to how that came to be. How can we be one-hundred percent sure that they are connected? Everything we know about it comes from the stories as there are no reliable eyewitness accounts. We don’t even have any idea what it looks like. And with the rising sea levels, it’s likely that any relevant evidence or records are long lost. In any case, this Hydro Dragon seems to be a lot more reclusive than its brethren. It’s not like the Dragon of the East in Mondstadt, where it’s considered one of the protectors of the nation, or that dragon in Liyue who fought alongside the Geo Archon in his campaigns and transformed the land wherever it went. It seemed to have simply…existed without doing anything of note.”

It was only after you finished speaking that you realized that you had gone on a rant. “I…I’m sorry,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat.

“There is no need to apologize for speaking about your passions,” the melancholic look in Neuvillette’s eyes was gone as he gazed at you with unconcealed amusement. Seeing that, you simultaneously felt relieved and even more embarrassed. “I have not heard you speak at length about history ever since that day.”

“Haha, well, I don’t want to bore you…” you fidgeted with the strap of your purse. It was funny—you felt a hundred times more self-conscious now than you did back then, when you hardly knew him. Of course, he was the one who had asked for your opinion then, so maybe that was it, but still…shouldn’t it be the other way around? It was easier to open up to someone you were familiar with, wasn’t it?

“There truly is nothing to feel ashamed about. I enjoy hearing you talk. I would love nothing more than to hear you speak about history or whatever you subject you prefer, all day,” his eyes were still dancing with mirth. Was it that amusing for him? “I thought you were mainly interested in Remuria. I didn’t know you had an interest in dragons as well.”

“I used to have a dragon phase when I was younger,” you admitted. “I’d scour all the books for the tiniest morsels of information and compile it all in a notebook, and I’d spend hours copying the drawings in those books. But then my teacher took me on a field trip of sorts to the old ruins outside my town and, well, I suppose you can guess what happened next.”

You still remembered the sense of awe and terrible sadness you felt as your teacher described to you what the ruins (an ancient noble’s villa) would have looked like in its day and pointed out the places where people once worked and relaxed and lived.

You unconsciously smiled as you recalled those innocent times. Sneaking out of the house under the pretext of going to your teacher’s house to explore the ruins, going to the library and borrowing everything you could find on Remuria, daydreaming about how you would earn the favor of the God King and become one of his Harmosts, unsuccessfully trying to convince your parents to take you to the opera house whenever they put on Boethius’ plays… You even took up the piano because Remuria was an empire run by musicians. Back when your imagination ran free and the concept of responsibility was a mere speck in the distance.

The more you learned, the more engrossed you were. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable sense of sadness. How could something so grand, so powerful, so seemingly eternal, be toppled almost overnight because of the actions of a few people? Only scraps of ancient documents, instruments, and crumbled ruins remained of that mighty empire. You had to know more. No, what you truly wanted was to walk in those ruins yourself, to see them with your own eyes to engrave the sight of their remnants into your brain.

It was no exaggeration to say that fateful field trip had irrevocably changed you. Whether or not it was for the better or worse, you couldn’t say.

Before you had your first taste of disappointments in the ballroom, you had a silly dream: that you would have the luck to marry an adventurer or a researcher who would take you to those ruins and give you the opportunity to research and explore them to your heart’s content. Of course, you were aware that one shouldn’t get into a marriage for such a selfish goal, but you were truly willing to fulfill your duties as a wife. It wasn’t the first outlandish dream you had, but at the time, you found it quite reasonable.

You told Neuvillette none of this. It was too intimate, too personal—it felt like opening up your ribs and showing him your beating heart. You didn’t pry into his personal affairs, and he didn’t have the right to know any more than what he needed to about you.

And yet…you had a strange feeling that you would regret this decision.

“So, anyways, do you have any theories?” you asked him, trying to get rid of these lingering doubts. “About the Hydro Dragon, I mean.”

Neuvillette was old, after all. You didn’t know how old he was, but it wasn’t inconceivable that he might have met the dragon at least once. Come to think of it, his past before he became the Chief Justice is as mysterious as the Hydro Dragon…

For a minute, he didn’t answer and instead let his gaze rove over your face. It felt uncomfortably like he was reading your thoughts—or emotions, as you learned today. You felt a belated sense of alarm, but what could you do? How does one conceal emotions on the inside?

“I do not have any, Madame,” he murmured at last. “I am of the same mind as you. The Hydro Dragon is of little interest compared to the joys and tribulations of humans.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s of little interest,” You felt strangely defensive of this poor maligned dragon now. “It’s a dragon, after all. I guess it’s just easier for a human like me to relate to other humans. Wherever this dragon is, I hope it feels better soon, considering how much it’s raining these days.”

Neuvillette opened his mouth, seemingly to say something, but just then the carriage stopped, finally reaching its destination.

“Monsieur Neuvillette, I’ve noticed that you haven’t touched your complimentary macarons. Are they not to your liking? I can exchange it for another dessert you prefer. Or perhaps you would rather have a drink? We have sparkling water, coffee, tea, and champagne.”

“Thank you, Miss, but there is no need. I have already eaten recently, and as for drinks, I always bring my own. However, my friend here would like a box of macarons to take home, so if we could trouble you to do so…”

“Monsieur Neuvillette, would you like to peruse our collection of men’s shoes as well? We carry boots, loafers, and heeled shoes, all handmade by the finest shoemakers in Fontaine and beyond. Our new collection of autumn accessories has also just come in, and though we haven’t put them out on sale to the public yet, we’ll be happy to give you an exclusive first look.”

“Thank you for the offer, Miss, but I am not shopping here today for myself. As I’ve told the manager earlier, I am here for the sole purpose of accompanying my friend, who is buying a birthday present for her sister.”

“May I ask the two of you to leave us for now? We’ll ring the bell if we are in need of assistance,” you spoke up, observing the stiffness in Neuvillette’s bearing. You didn’t fault the shop assistants for their eagerness, but it was a bit overwhelming.

The two women turned to you. Was it just your imagination, or did their smiles looked more forced than with Neuvillette? “Yes, Miss, of course,” The shop assistants maintained their polished and professional demeanor, but you could sense the disappointment emanating from them as they left the little waiting room you and Neuvillette had been led to.

“Finally, they’re gone,” you slumped in your chair. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Neuvillette do the same as the tension left his body. “That was exhausting. Is it like this every time you go shopping?”

“I rarely go shopping, but, yes, I do attract an undue amount of attention whenever I’m out in public.” Neuvillette, looked at you with concern. “I hope you do not find it too overwhelming.”

“It’s fine,” you waved your hand. “I should be worrying about you. They were all focusing on you.”

You had a taste of this “undue amount of attention” as soon as you walked through the doors of the store. Luckily, there weren’t that many shoppers at this time of day. The shop assistants here were well-known for their beauty and demeanor that made them seem unapproachable, but they were the ones who flocked to you as soon as they caught sight of Neuvillette’s tall figure. You overheard several whispered but heated arguments as they fought over who got to assist him. It took him telling them the reason for his visit before they even noticed you, whereupon you became the subject of scrutinizing gazes that flicked between you and Neuvillette. You could practically see the gears turning in the shop assistants’ heads as they tried to guess what kind of relationship you two had. At least you were dressed well for the occasion.

The manager, who had appeared a minute later, was all smiles as she led you to the small sitting room and handed you the store’s catalog. The room afforded a good view of the streets of the Court down below. Looking around at the watercolor paintings on the wall and glittering gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling, you thought wryly to yourself that you were at last experiencing the life expected of the Chief Justice’s wife.

You flipped through the catalog to the shoe section and immediately found the shoes—a pair of rose pink dancing slippers, dotted with seed pearls and finished off with little bows on the heels. You saw the price listed next to it and winced. It was five times as much as the rent of the old boarding house.

Neuvillette, noticing your reaction, leaned over to take a look. “That’s a lovely pair of shoes,” he commented. “The price is quite reasonable as well. Perhaps we can buy another pair for you.”

You decided not to comment on the price part. “For me? No, no, that style doesn’t fit me at all.”

“Then let’s find something else,” Neuvillette scanned the catalog before his gaze landed on another pair of shoes.  “Ah, you would look wonderful in these.”

You looked at where he was pointing, and your breath caught. These shoes were a silvery white color that reminded you of pearls. Except for the long ribbon ties, it lacked the adornments of the other featured shoes. But they had an ephemeral air to them that set them apart, as if they’d disappear if you breathed on them. They looked like something that a water nymph would wear as she danced on the lake.

“You like them. I can tell,” Neuvillette’s voice brushed against your ear. You realized that he had been studying you. “Perhaps we shall leave this store today with gifts for your sister and you.”

You tore your eyes away from the beautiful shoes. “No…no, that’s not necessary. It’s not as though I have anywhere to wear them, or anything to wear them with. They’ll be wasted on me, and they’re so expensive.”

You had already bought all the shoes you needed on the previous shopping trip: a pair of sturdy walking boots, a more stylish pair of button-up boots, and a pair of plain black heels for more formal occasions. You couldn’t even imagine yourself wearing those silver shoes. They seemed more for looking at than actually wearing. Your dancing days were over, and thank the Archons for that.

They were for someone who lived for dances or the stage—someone completely different from you.

Neuvillette regarded you for a moment. “If you insist, Madame,” he said. “But I sincerely believe that they would look beautiful on you.”

Before you could say anything to that, the manager returned. “Have you found anything you like?” she asked.

You showed her what you picked and told her your sister’s shoe size. “Ah, yes, the brand is very popular with fashionable young ladies,” the manager beamed. “I’ll bring them to you right away.”

She returned promptly with a shoebox in her hands. The shoes, nestled in tissue paper, were even more beautiful up close. You could practically hear your sister’s squeals of delight.

“Is there anything else you would like to look at, Miss?” the manager said. “Might I suggest buying a purse or a necklace to go along with those slippers? Young ladies love to accessorize, after all. I can give you a few recommendations.”

You were about to say, “That won’t be necessary.” As a frugal person, you were accustomed to fending off these types of sales tactics, but Neuvillette beat you to the chase.

“What an excellent idea, Miss,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “The young lady in question will be delighted, I’m sure.”

You could have sworn the poised and polished manager blushed. “I…I’ll bring you the catalogs, then,” she said, flustered.

You gave Neuvillette a look as the manager disappeared into the hallway. “Is there something wrong, Madame?” he said, tilting his head in confusion.

“…No, it’s nothing.” Whether or not it was true that Neuvillette had never had a lover, the effect he had on people couldn’t be denied. Was he conscious of it? You peered at him as he sipped his water, closing his eyes as he savored it. He probably doesn’t.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked when he was done. “The prices here are very high. Even if you do have the money to spare, it’s…”

“Price is no object. Birthdays are special for humans. They only come around once a year, and they mark an important milestone in their lives. Such occasions should be celebrated to the fullest extent.”

“You do have a point,” you admitted. Opportunities like these were hard to come by, and if Neuvillette was willing to pay for it all, then it should be fine, right?

The manager returned with the catalogs, and for the next hour or so, you spent it poring over them with Neuvillette. Shop assistants streamed into the room, bringing wares for you to look over. Somehow, in addition to the purse and bag for your sister, you ended up buying three ties and a set of amethyst cufflinks for your father, a lace shawl and fan for your mother, and a pair of emerald earrings for your old housekeeper. Neuvillette also insisted on buying you a frilly parasol after one shop assistant described to him how perfect it was for walking by the water on a sunny day. You could count on one hand how many times you did that in your life.

There were two things you learned from this experience.

One, shop assistants were masters of psychological manipulation.

Two, Neuvillette should never be alone when he went shopping. You feared that if you hadn’t been there, he would have completely taken in by the shop assistants’ sales pitches and bought out half the store.

Once everything was bought (the total cost nearly gave you a heart attack), packaged, and wrapped, it was finally time to go, but not before Neuvillette went around thanking all the staff for their assistance.

“B-By the way, Monsieur Neuvillette,” a young and eager-looking shop assistant piped up as she stepped forward. She looked between the two of you meaningfully. “Our store also sells rings, including engagement rings!”

“Elodie!” her coworkers hissed, pulling her back.

“Thank you for the information, but I have no need for engagement rings,” Neuvillette informed her kindly, even as you tried not to die of embarrassment next to him.

The rain had long since passed when you emerged outside and was immediately assailed by a wall of humidity. The deep puddles on the sidewalk were the only proof that there had been a large thunderstorm earlier. There was already a sheen of sweat on your forehead. Luckily, the carriage was parked nearby.

You leaned back against the cushioned seat as soon as you got in. You somehow felt more exhausted now than you had after the previous shopping spree, even though you were sitting the whole time.

Neuvillette also looked relatively worn out. The heat and humidity probably didn’t help either.

“The shopping took longer than I thought. Do you have to go back to the Palais soon?” you asked.

He checked his pocket watch. “I still have about half an hour of free time left.” He turned an expectant gaze towards you. “Is there anywhere else you would like to go?”

“Not really…” you trailed off as you caught sight of a mother and son holding ice cream cones outside the window. “Oh, wait, there is somewhere I’d like to stop by. It’s just the thing for a hot day like this.”

You told the driver the address of an ice cream parlor that you frequented ever since you were a child. The carriage set off.

Neuvillette was looking worriedly at the pile of boxes teetering on the opposite seat. “Perhaps we have bought too many gifts…” he murmured. “Will you be able to bring them all home with you?”

“I think I’ll be able to fit them in my trunk,” you replied. Probably.

Neuvillette gave you a sideways look. “Perhaps I can help you carry it to the docks tomorrow morning, as your ankle has only just recovered.”

“There’s no need for that,” you rocked your ankle back and forth. There was no longer any twinge of pain when you moved it. “Oh, that reminds me, I’ll be away for the whole day tomorrow, so I won’t be back until the day after.”

“The whole day?” Now he turned to face you. “I didn’t know that the birthday celebration would last so long.”

“My sister’s birthday parties usually go all the way into the evening,” you admitted. “And you know how long it takes to get to my hometown from here, so I’m staying the night there.”

“I see,” Neuvillette nodded slowly, but something seemed to be bothering him.

“Were you planning on taking me somewhere tomorrow?” you asked when he said nothing for a few moments.

“…I have a little bit of spare time after tomorrow’s trials, so I was thinking of taking you on a stroll along a riverbank. There is a beautifully clear river just north of the city, and it would be a good opportunity to use your new parasol. But I suppose we can reschedule it for another day.”

“Mm,” you nodded. “I’m looking forward to it.”

A stretch of silence followed. Seeing Neuvillette’s downcast face, you thought for a moment that he might be sulking. But that was impossible. There was no way that the reserved, aloof Iudex would ever sulk, right?

Neuvillette had been acting strangely throughout this whole outing, but considering what happened earlier today, you couldn’t fault him for it. Even so, that didn’t get rid of the itchy feeling in your chest when you looked at him. Maybe it would have been better if we went home to rest instead of going shopping, you regretted. Hopefully, ice cream would cheer him up a little.

“Neuvillette, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” you asked when the carriage came to a stop in front of the ice cream parlor.

“I do not have one, so please feel free to choose whatever you like,” he answered.

You nodded, and Neuvillette opened the carriage door, about to step out, but you stopped him. “Wait, Neuvillette. Stay in the carriage. I’ll go buy for us. You already paid for everything today, so I want to treat you for a change.”

He looked surprised, but you were already out the door before he could say anything.

Clouds drifted in the ultramarine sky, but they did nothing against the scorching heat.

When you entered the cool ice cream parlor, a new addition on the menu caught your eye—ice cream soda. Apparently, it was a drink that consisted of ice cream floating in a mixture of syrup and carbonated water. That sounds like something Neuvillette would like, you thought to yourself with a thrill of excitement and promptly ordered it along with a double scoop of chocolate caramel ice cream.

A short time later, you returned to the carriage with the frozen treats. Neuvillette sat up when you climbed in. “Is that a beverage, Madame?” he looked quizzically at the glass bottle in your hand.

“It’s an ice cream soda,” you explained. “I’ve never had one before, but it looks delicious, doesn’t it? I heard that it’s one of their best-sellers.”

As you ate your ice cream, you watched him hesitantly sip on his straw. Surprise flashed across his features. “This is indeed delicious,” he commented after a few more sips. “The syrup and ice cream serve as an excellent garnish and balance to the carbonated water. The entire concoction is cold and refreshing, and the sugar provides some much-needed energy for a day like this.” He turned to you, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Thank you, Madame, for introducing me to this wonderful beverage.”

You held back a laugh. Only Neuvillette would call ice cream a “garnish” to soda water. “I’m glad you like it.” Then, you added, “I hope it improves the rest of your day after that horrible start.”

He smiled softly. “I feel as though that meeting had happened years ago.” He reached out his hand to brush it against yours. The skin tingled where he touched it. “All thanks to you.”

“Me? What did I do?” All you did was buy him ice cream. He was the one who provided everything else.

“For being by my side, and for always humoring me,” he said simply, then lowered his gaze a little. “To tell you the truth, Madame, I envy you a little. You’re always looking forward and rarely dwell on the past. You’re driven by rationality rather than emotions. Being with you makes me realize how inadequate I am when it comes to such things.”

He looked at you with a clear, genuine gaze. You found that you couldn’t look him in the eye, so you fixed your eyes on the carriage door behind him instead. Rarely dwelling on the past? Driven by rationality rather than emotions? If only he knew…

“But I like those things about you,” you murmured. You weren’t sure what drove you to say that.

Neuvillette’s eyes slowly widened. “You…you like me?” he sounded astonished.

“Um…I thought it was obvious,” you feel like shoving your ice cream, cone and all, into your mouth. “I wouldn’t do what I did this morning if I didn’t. …And by ‘like,’ I mean the friendship kind of ‘like,’ not the romance kind, so as not to cause any misunderstanding.”

“Is there a difference?” Neuvillette tilted his head.

“Yes,” you nodded vigorously. “It’s as vast as the sea itself.”

He stared at you for a few moments, and then let out a soft, breathy chuckle. “Perhaps fate does have its benefits, if it led me to you.”

Now you gaped at him. “For someone who’s never been in a relationship before, you’re awfully good at talking like someone from a romance novel,” you muttered.

You heard a choking sound next to you, and when you turned to him, you saw him wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. “You…you remembered that?” he managed.

“It’s certainly a memorable fact.”

“Furina…” he muttered to himself.

“So it’s true then? You’ve never dated anyone? Not even Lady Furina?”

He whipped his head around to look at you. “Why would you think that Furina and I would ever form such a relationship?” He sounded so uncharacteristically vehement that you let out a laugh.

“Well…you both stand at the top of the government, you’ve worked together for centuries, you’re both immortal, you both have a prepossession for blue…” Neuvillette was still looking at you with a look of astonishment, as though you just told him that you were going to run naked through the streets. “I really don’t think it’s such an absurd question, since you’re not interested in humans.”

“How do you know I’m not?” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“Are you, then?” you countered.

Neuvillette said nothing, seemingly devoting himself to drinking his ice cream soda. You decided to drop it there.

The carriage rolled along, returning to the Palais Mermonia to drop Neuvillette off. Both of you were silent, but it wasn’t the stiff, awkward silence from before. You were both lost in your thoughts because it was who the two of you were.

You were thinking about what Neuvillette said about fate. It had been a long time since that word had crossed your mind.

When you moved into the Neuvillette’s house, you had considered this a mere temporary detour in the unswerving, pre-determined road that was your life. You had kept that in mind as these months passed by.

But…is that truly set in stone? Could this so-called detour become a new road, to a different future?

What kind of future would that be?

You shouldn’t entertain these thoughts. It was dangerous. It would only lead to inevitable heartbreak once this all came to an end. But…

You sneaked a look at Neuvillette. When his hand brushed against yours earlier, when he held your hand during the meeting—you could feel the smooth edges of his wedding ring pressing into your fingers.

You thought about your ring. Those rings were made for the sole purpose of symbolizing your union. Even after you and Neuvillette went your separate ways, they would remain for the rest of eternity. As a memory, and as a reminder.

The carriage felt stuffy all of a sudden. You pushed down the window a little bit, letting in a cool breeze that brushed against your cheek and ruffled Neuvillette’s hair.

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[gunilslaugh]

The Truth

Hello my lovely dear readers,

Have you missed me? I’ve had some thoughts about coming back recently cause I miss writing fanfiction more than I thought I would. However, thinking about coming back has had me reflecting more about why I left. 

I had been thinking about ending my blog for a while actually.

Truthfully writing fanfiction began to not feel fun anymore. This feeling actually started when I made my side blog @twinklingstar1ights I thought that opening up that side blog would help bring back the joy I had for writing fanfiction and at first it did. It felt refreshing to write for more groups.

However I felt like my main focus had to be on gunilslaugh. I felt the need to upload for my followers. Especially since there aren’t many writers for Xdinary Heroes. I didn’t want to let you all down by putting writing for the heroes on the back burner. This is where I made a mistake that led to me feeling burnt out and losing motivation to write. 

Another factor that led to me wanting to step away was some of the reception to my works. It seemed like all works that I was actually proud of and liked flopped and works that I lowkey hated did really well. It felt discouraging. I get and respect that people have different tastes, but when I posted works that I was so excited to post only for them to get such little reception it stung. Like I wanted to know what was wrong with them. Why didn’t you guys like them? I know that I shouldn’t have gotten so caught up on numbers, but it was hard not to. 

Maybe I was too in my own head, but I started to feel like my engagement with my readers was low. My works would get a lot of likes, but that kinda felt like it. They hardly got any reblogs and even less comments. I feel really pathetic for complaining about this, but it kinda felt like you guys didn’t want to interact with me. Like the last q&a I did, only one person sent me questions. I wanted to be a writer that had really good communication with their readers. I wanted to interact with you guys. I will take this time to acknowledge those who did interact with me cause you all were my favorite. I got excited when I saw your guys' usernames or emoji anons. 

My Villain Xdinary Heroes series got the most interaction. People left comments and anons sent in messages telling me how much they liked them and were excited for the other parts to be posted. That was probably my happiest time as a writer. Although that being said after wrapping up Villain Xdinary Heroes fics those interactions went away. This was probably me overthinking, but it made me feel like my works weren’t as good anymore. Obviously I don’t expect high interaction rates on every post I make. Yet for some reason only seeing like after like began to feel disappointing. Again I feel really stupid for complaining about this. Like who complains about getting likes? 

Writers spend hours creating our works and only getting a like button hit just kinda feels like bare minimum I guess if that makes sense. All those posts about Reblogs>Likes is so true. Reblogs make writers 100x more happy than a like does. Don’t get me wrong I still appreciate all the likes my works get. It’s just like a said hours go into creating works and a like button takes a second to hit and it’s not as personal as a comment either. I loved hearing you guys’ thoughts and feelings about my works. 

When I was writing the last of my requests before ending my blog they were just asking for their request. Which is fine, that's what a request is. However in the past you guys would compliment me or ask how I was doing, say that you hope I was doing well. I got to have that bit of interaction that I wanted with my readers. Seriously a “Hi, how are you?” or a “I hope your day is going well :)” on a request would make me so happy. I kinda didn’t realize how much I liked it until it wasn’t there. This is again I feel really pathetic for complaining about, but I want to get my truth out there. I want you guys to know all the factors that lead to me making my decision to step away. Cause in my goodbye post I basically blamed it on my relationship. The reason I did that is because as I previously stated these other reasons make me feel pathetic. That these small things grew to bother me so much.

I think if I look back to when my struggles with my blog started was when an anon sent in a request saying that they thought I wrote Gunil duller when compared to the other members. I just deleted that request cause it felt a bit back handed. Like they said that they thought I wrote Gunil dully then proceeded to request something. I understand constructive criticism, but this did not feel like that, it felt rude. It got me paranoid too. I went back to my ot6 works to reread them to see if it was true. Because if it was I wanted to fix that obviously. It was never my intention to write him dully if that’s how it came across.

When I write ot6 works I start with Gunil first, so in a way he’s the “icebreaker” to get my ideas flowing. Which could result in his part not being as detailed as the others, but I never wanted that to happen. My blog is named after him for peats sake. I love the guy (and his laugh). Anyway that comment just really got in my head despite trying to brush it off. 

Speaking of ot6 works. I mentioned it before but I actually prefer writing member x reader works, but most of my requests were ot6 works. Again this falls into my taste not exactly aligning with my readers. I was putting out works that I didn’t necessarily feel like writing, but I didn’t want to disappoint you all by not writing your request. It felt like what I wanted to write wasn’t what you wanted to read. My need to please my audience out weighed writing what I wanted, which again ultimately led to me feeling burnt out. 

So yeah I feel like the end of my blog was coming. Writing for it was beginning to feel more like a chore than a hobby. Like I stated at the beginning of this long spiel I have thought about coming back. I would definitely be different than before though. I thought about combining my side blog and my main blog to just be a multi-fandom blog or maybe I would keep them separate, but not have my focus be on gunilslaugh. I would just write about who I want, when I want, not stress about having a fixed writing schedule. If I came back it would be like starting fresh. Gunilslaugh 2.0 Honestly I even thought about just creating a whole new blog, starting completely afresh. 

All this being said I still don’t know about coming back. I just felt the need to share the whole story with my readers since you guys have given me so much support. I’m sorry if anything I wrote in this offends anyone in some kind of way or made anyone feel bad. That’s not my intention I just want you all to know what I’ve been feeling, what has been on my mind. Why I made the decision I made. 

Sorry that this was so lengthy I’m done yapping now. Thank you for taking the time to read this. 

Maybe we will meet again in the future, stay happy and healthy. 

Gunil’s Laugh <3

[ficsbb]

Mirror

》 Pairing: John Wick x MascFem!Reader

》 Warnings: pet names like pretty girl and love

》 Word Count: 814

Note: This is for anon who had the prompt, "John Wick or John Constantine x tomboy or masculine!fem reader..." I'll be writing one for Constantine because I really want to expand on this, so we'll see! Thank you, and enjoy!

You look in the mirror, second guessing your clothes before heading out with John. As much as your confidence is high, especially with someone as wonderful as John by your side, you still wonder if it's enough on days like these. Should you wear the glamorous dresses? The shiny earrings that sparkle and glitter when they catch the light? Should you show off your body more in tight-fitting clothes? Would he like it better?

“Hey, love, the car is here.” You jump slightly, hoping he doesn't see it in your eyes, the overthinking and the worrying swimming in them.

“Uh- yes, yep,” you turn from the mirror and face him in the doorway, “I'm ready. Wait, you're not driving?” He smiles and walks toward you, lightly caressing your necklace when he reaches you. The warmth of his fingers is distracting, and suddenly, the room starts to feel much warmer than before. You stare at the veins on his hands and watch how they dance almost, putting you in a trance.

“Not tonight, no. I want to focus completely on you.” John lifts your chin so your eyes meet his. “Every moment of tonight is just for us. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” You whisper, breathless.

“Good,” he smiles wide and backs up, seemingly taking you all in, “Exquisite. The slacks are tailored just right.” He winks at you, giddy, and a small bit of shyness creeps up on you.

“You really think so?” John cocks his head to the side, curious.

“You don't like it?”

“No- I- I love it, actually. I just-” You turn back to the mirror. “Is it too…masculine? Would you prefer something more feminine?”

You hear him take a deep breath as he presses himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. It almost feels like your body takes a sigh of relief at the action.

“What I prefer, my love, is for you to feel comfortable and beautiful in whatever you decide to wear.” John's voice is low, deep, and the puffs of air from his mouth tickles the nape of your neck.

“Although I will say,” his fingers travel to the middle of your chest where the buttons of the blouse are open, revealing a thin three layered gold necklace, “the sight of you like this, does something to me. You look powerful. Do you see that?”

His hand slowly makes its way up to your neck, and it catches your attention. Every move he makes catches your attention fully. You lock eyes with him through the mirror and then catch your own right after. Your lips parted, chest slowly rising and falling with John's hand lightly caressing your pulse point.

“Do you see what I see?” He plants a kiss on your temple. "Do you?"

You nod. Even without makeup, you can see how he sees you. The both of you in this dimly lit room, looking at each other in the mirror. His suit matching yours and the gold band on his hand, glinting as he adjusts your necklace slightly. You take that hand and kiss the top of the ring. The metal is cold against your lips. Slowly starting to come back into yourself, you nod assuredly again.

“Come, let's go. I want to show you off tonight.” He twirls you around, and it makes a giggle bubble out of you. John kisses you in the middle of it, and it makes you laugh even more. He turns toward the door with your hand in his, leading you to the hall.

“Thank you, Mr. Wick.”

You watch him stop abruptly, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. For just a tiny second, you marvel at how broad his back looks in the dark navy suit he's wearing. The room is quiet, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears as the tension between you thickens. John turns his head to the left, speckled beard almost shining with the golden glow of the room lights overhead.

“Say it again.” The warmth spreads inside you as quick as lightening strikes. You let go of his hand and wrap your arms around his middle this time, one hand reaching beneath his coat to feel the slow and steady beat of his heart. After a beat, they start to sync.

“Thank you, Mr. Wick.”

“Oh, pretty girl, maybe we should stay in tonight?” You press your face into his back, taking in his scent. It's grounding and intoxicating, and you swear you could stay like this forever. Your hand slowly makes its way to his stomach, then his belt buckle, and just before you can go any lower, you smile and pull back. His groan brings you satisfaction.

“I'll see you in the car, John.” You attempt to walk ahead, but his hand on the back of your neck is swift and steady and his voice rough,

“The driver can wait.”

♡♡♡♡

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Hi🥰. I have this tpn theory for months now, so I would like to know what you think about it 🥰.

Could be 'Him' (Demon God) be a member of the Evil blood clan?

I was flicking through the pages of the Artbook because of the BTAD Zine and found these two pages next to each other.

This could be just a lucky placing of course, but I began to think. Mujika's and the One's design looks similar (or maybe I just overthink it lol)

But what if the royal demons made up the tradition of Tifari to get themselves more food?

They do look pretty similar with their horn placements! Though the demon god's always remain larger in proportion to his mask whereas hers are more dainty.

(Chapter 181 | 158 | 49 | 176 | 140)

They also have similar body shapes when he's in his preferred smaller child form.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 5)

And while not directly related as parent and child, there's the aesthetics of having a singular god (even dubbed "The One" when they had to decide on a name when adapting the anime) and Mujika acting as a fairly solid parallel to Jesus. (Kei Toda gets into this more in her book, Reading The Promised Neverland with a British/American Literature Scholar, which can be found here.)

Shirai doesn't have any interest in divulging the demon god's origins prior to the original promise, so all we have to go on is this:

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 6 Q&A)

With another parallel of both being shunned due to being considered a threat to the greater social order of the demon world.

I'm of a similar mind to Shirai in that I don't think it's necessary to have a concrete origin for the demon god beyond his role as a profoundly powerful entity in the narrative that the demon aristocracy use as a means to justify their rule over the general populace. This extends to the arbitrary creation of Tifari, though why it falls on/around November 10th of the Gregorian calendar (introduced in 1582, roughly 500 years after the original promise, though the Julian calendar it modified was around since 45 BC) could have been due to other demon world customs or historical events besides it being the time of year the original promise was made. But if you wanted to expand upon these origins in a fanfic, all the more power to you.

But what if the royal demons made up the tradition of Tifari to get themselves more food?

They sort of did, depending on what you mean by get more.

(Chapter 142)

Again, Tifari is arbitrary in that the demon god doesn't actually need the highest grade meat for sustenance. He evolved beyond that centuries before the demon nobility find out about the evil blood. He just wants it because he knows it's what the demon king and later Legravalima covet the most, and under the monarchy they've established they'd normally be the ones receiving the best meat (by their metrics).

It's possible more offerings than what we see at the 2047 Tifari were demanded in the past and that surplus was siphoned off by the upper echelons.

(Chapter 146)

But for simplicity's sake, it's probably been the three highest grade since the beginning for how it mirrors the significance paid to the full score trio being the first time in Grace Field's recorded history there's ever been three children of that caliber at a house at the same time.

(Chapter 1 | 76 | 80 | 152 | 156 | 159)

There's also the three marks on the demon god's mask to keep the trinity/trio visuals going.

(Chapter 142)

So it didn't get them more food in the sense of increasing the amount of meat they hoarded for themselves. Like we see 700 years prior when the demon world was experiencing a famine, they would have finagled some reasoning for why they should have more to maintain their level of comfort and security.

(Chapter 147)

It did, however, continue to justify why they received the larger share of high quality meat. By ensconcing Tifari as a tradition and holding festivities for it every year to ostensibly appease The One that all the citizenry participates in, it legitimatizes their claim to rule and the system by which they maintain their authority, so it did get them more food in the sense of maintaining uncontested access as opposed to the citizens staging a mass uprising across the kingdom.

[anklesoraus]

Teach me?

I have grown a liking to Gojo so I decided to write another story about him but this time his past teenage self. I will say that idk how you teach someone to kiss but I tried my best. ALSO this is so random but I am bored and my classes have gotten harder so I hope you enjoy this… whatever it is.

Tw: Gojo x nb! Reader, fluff, just a homie teaching another homie how to kiss nothing gay at all, kinda mean reader ig?, Random plot, inexperienced Gojo, maybe a few errors but oh well

It was unexpected that Satoru would go to y/n for this kind of problem, anyone would've thought he'd go to Suguru. But here he was, asking y/n instead.

"Y/n pleasee~ It's too embarrassing for me to ask anyone else!!" He whined, pouting while he tries to give Y/n puppy eyes to persuade them into saying yes.

"C'mon.. please? I'll buy you your favorite!!" he's desperate into getting y/n to say yes. Probably because he just asked them to teach him how to kiss.

Y/n looks at Gojo, crossing their arms and scowls in irritation “why do you wanna learn all of a sudden anyway?”

Satoru pouted as y/n stares at him with irritation and crosses their arms. "C'monn.. do I really need a reason? I just want to know how to kiss." He said, a look of desperation on his face as he looks up at y/n with puppy eyes.

He wants to learn but he also needs someone to teach him and no way is he going to actually ask Suguru to teach him.

“You have all these fan girls and not once have you kissed?” Y/n asked in a questioning tone, raising his eyebrows at him.

Satoru pouts once again when y/n points out how he hasn’t kissed once, even when he has so many fan girls. "Noooo, not even once...." He whines, looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

It was kinda humiliating having to ask someone to teach you how to kiss and not being able to actually kiss anyone in the first place.

Y/n sighs at Gojo’s desperate state and uncrosses their arms with a decision. “Fine but after this I want some boba.”

Satoru looks back up when y/n agrees to teach him, but then he pouts once again when y/n says they want boba. "Ehhh?? You really had to add that in there as a condition?"

“It’s either that or you pay me dinner.” Y/n stated getting annoyed again and scoffs at their friend.

Satoru groans loudly, knowing well that y/n likes to order a lot of food and go to expensive restaurants. "Ugh! Fine! I'll get you boba! But that’s only if you teach me properly, don’t half-ass it."

Y/n looks at Gojo in disbelief, rolling his eyes and crosses his arms again. “I never half-ass anything”

"Yeah, obviously. I learned that after you beat my ass in a spar for the first time but that’s cause it was no abilities." Satoru rolled his eyes, although he was glad y/n didn't half-ass anything, that made teaching him easier.

Y/n nodded and spoke in a bored tone. “Exactly now let’s just get this over with.”

Satoru nods in response to y/n’s reply. He was excited yet anxious at the same time. He wanted to learn yet he was embarrassed to do this in the first place. "Okay. So uh- How do we start??"

“Okay first things first when you kiss don’t think much about it, go with the flow, let it guide you until you get in the groove of things.” y/n explained the best they could and didn’t really think much on it.

Satoru nods, listening to y/n’s words intently. "Right, let it guide you... don't think much about it..." He repeated, before looking back up at y/n, slightly confused.

"What do you mean by 'going with the flow' though-?" Gojo asked in a confused tone, growing a bit nervous over this whole situation.

“When kissing it sorta just..happens but since I’m teaching you we’re just gonna go for it” y/n said, holding up a finger as they explained.

Satoru nods once again as he listens to y/n carefully. He tries not to think much about their words as not to overthink it. "Ah, okay... So we just go for it, right??"

Y/n nods at Gojo in confirmation and adjusts themselves on the couch. “Yeah, ready?”

Satoru feels his heart quicken as he tries to keep his composure, preparing himself before nodding at y/n’s question. "Yeah... I'm ready.."

Y/n hums and grabs Gojo’s chin, pulling him closer and slowly leans forward to softly kiss him and guides the way.

Gojo was taken back when y/n grabbed his chin, but he didn’t resist it. As y/n pulled him closer and leaned in, a light blush slowly crept onto his face, although hard to notice because of them kissing as of now. He was caught off guard by the soft kiss at first, but he relaxes and lets himself feel the moment instead, he lets y/n guide him.

Y/n hums and pulls away, looking at Gojo with a neutral expression. “see..” they said in a mocking term that it actually wasn’t that hard to kiss.

Satoru looks at y/n when they pull back, a slightly dazed look on his face with a hint of disappointment as he tries to process what just happened. He manages to snap out of it and nods, his cheeks still slightly tinted with pink. "I.. I see. It wasn’t really what I expected..."

“What did you expect?” Y/n asked, looking at their friend in disbelief and confusion.

Satoru pouts as he thinks of an answer to y/n’s question, a slight flush of embarrassment appearing on his face again. "I don’t know- It was just... different from what I thought it’d be like-!"

“Well what did you think it would be like idiot?!” Y/n stated, raising their voice a bit and gripping his shirt

"W-well- I thought there'd be more uh- passion..? And that I’d feel something... more..?" Satoru said, his face turning a brighter shade of red as he speaks. It was embarrassing to explain what he thought a kiss would be like.

“That’s cause I cut the kiss short, genius. You’re too nervous and in your head that the kiss was ass” y/n explained, calming down and releasing Gojo’s shirt.

Satoru pouts in annoyance as y/n calls him a genius in a sarcastic manner and also says the kiss wasn’t that good because he was nervous and in his head. He knows it’s true, but it was still embarrassing to hear it out loud. "Hey! I-It’s not my fault I’m nervous!" He said, slightly defensive, still trying to hide the blush on his face.

“Okay, don’t think of it as a fake kiss just take it serious and imagine it’s the person you really like and wanna kiss” y/n said, trying to help calm his nerves the best way they could.

Satoru sighs as y/n tells him not to think of the kiss as fake and to take it seriously, and to imagine it’s the person he really likes. It’s not like his brain already thought about it in that way.

"Right, got it.. don’t think of it as fake and think of it as the person I like..."

He mutters to himself as he tries to think of someone he’d like to kiss, if y/n doesn't notice the slight twitch in the corner of his mouth..

“Yeah, wanna try again?”

Satoru nods in response to y/n’s question, trying to push away any thoughts and preparing for the kiss. He looks at y/n, his heart beating a bit faster as he tries to remain calm.

"Yeah, let’s try again..."

Satoru nods in response to y/n’s question, trying to push away any thoughts and preparing for the kiss. He looks at y/n, his heart beating a bit faster as he tries to remain calm.

“Alright” y/n hums and grabs Gojo’s face, pulling him closer and leans forward to softly kiss him and closes their eyes

Satoru feels himself relax as y/n grabs his face, letting out a shaky breath. He closes his eyes as y/n kisses him and he leans slightly into the kiss, slowly relaxing as he lets himself feel it. He can feel his heart beat faster as he tries to remain calm and remember the advice y/n gave him before.

Y/n hums and continues the kiss a little longer and slowly lets Gojo guide the kiss instead

Satoru slowly begins to feel more confident as the kiss goes on for longer. He slowly guides the kiss with his own movements, hesitantly sliding his hands to y/n’s shoulders to keep them close. He slowly moves his head slightly, tilting it as the kiss deepens.

Y/n grins in the kiss and wraps their arms around Gojo’s neck and tries to keep up with his movements and how he deepened the kiss.

Satoru lets out a soft gasp as y/n grins against his mouth and wraps their arms around his neck. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into y/n’s mouth, pressing them closer. He can feel his heart beating faster, more so than before, as he loses himself in the kiss, getting more and more into it.

Y/n snaps back into reality and pulls away from the kiss, flushed red and looks away with a mask of anger “you said kiss not make out, idiot.”

Satoru looks dazed, panting slightly as y/n suddenly pulls away from the kiss. He’s slightly surprised when he sees y/n’s face flush red with a mask of anger, but he quickly realizes what he said, and he can feel his cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"Oh- I uh- Y-yeah you’re right.. It was just-"

He quickly tries to explain, but then fumbles with his words, getting embarrassed as he suddenly realizes what he just did.

“It’s whatever..but you wasn’t as bad that time”

Satoru lets out a sigh of relief as y/n doesn't seem all that mad now, and says he wasn't that bad that time. It was a bit embarrassing that he was caught off guard like that, especially around y/n.

"Y-yeah- I didn’t mean to get lost in it like that- I got carried away and didn’t realize-"

He said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he looks away, his face still red

“It’s fine I agreed to teach you anyways plus kisses lead to make out’s so it was beneficial on your behalf” y/n softly said, calming down and looking back at Gojo

Satoru's heart skipped a beat when y/n softly spoke to him, and said it was fine. He blushed slightly at the comment about kisses leading to make out’s and how it’s beneficial on his behalf, but he couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his face.

"Y-yeah, I suppose it is- I’m sorry if I went overboard though.."

“It’s fine Gojo I already said that.” Y/n softly said with a smile nothing thinking much about it.

Gojo on the other hand was freaking out on the inside as he felt the minor crush he had grow even though he had a feeling such a thing would happen.

“Now let’s get Boba!” Y/n chirps out, getting off the couch while pulling Gojo uo and gets ready to go and enjoy the boba he was promised.

[ladypiscesmoon]

Q&A Timothée Chalamet & Armie Hammer part 1

I decided to post the first part of the Q&A today, because there were over 60 questions about them and I haven’t finished all of them yet. So don’t despair if you don’t see your question here: it will be in part 2. I will post the second part as soon as I can. This week I have a busy week. I did my best to do this as fast as I could.

I haven’t been able to take photos from all the cards, but i will make a separate post about the decks I used this time.

Q: does Tim really have the patience to wait on Kylie’s timeline? Does she has enough info to blackmail Tim publicly because he loves Armie?

A:Fairy tale Lenormand:

Anchor (stability, restraint, security, resilience, durability, laying foundations, Rider(message of satisfaction, achieving goals), crossroads (choices are foundation of all things, choice hold us down), ship( a safe journey, feeling restrained from exploration)

Prism oracle: comfort,love,pain, reflection

I feel that Tim was really sitting this one out, because breaking the terms of the contract would have cost him a lot of money and I think he has lost money already for not fulfilling the things he had agreed upon. (Like apparearences, events, more sightings, even more pda). It pains him, but he knows he has mainly himself to blame for this mess. He knows he has to reflect and talk time to make important changes in his life. I think they are really over this time, eventually Kylie has to let him go. As for exposing him and Armie I don’t think she will.

Q: is a cmbyn sequel happening soon?

A: energetically I don’t feel it is, even though a script seems to be written. Unless Luca takes a different direction with it, like for example the different stages in Elio’s life, like he said he wanted to,maybe Oliver only finding in the end. But he said he wanted a sequel with both Armie and Timmy.

Soon, is a very vague concept, and Tarot is not really good for timing, because energy changes all the time.

I pulled: but take it with a grain of salt as ever (see photo 1)

Q: Armie told the story about their first rehearsal for cmbyn when Timmy and him kissed and Luca stopped them and asked them to do it again with more passion.how did the first kiss feel for them? How did the second kiss feel?

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Q:how was Armie’s and Tim’s first time when they slept together? Who initiated it?did either of them regret it?

Q: see photo 2. It seems to me both were overwhelmed the first time.its almost like they lost control.the urge to keep kissing too strong to stop. Timmy particularly was overthinking it, trying to preserve some boundaries. Armie lost control and was not thinking, only later. I heard: it’s like coming home. There was a third party, maybe on both ends at the time.especially Armie but we all know that now. A big mess, but the feeling for each other was strong as ever.

About the timing: tricky. It could have happened during or after filming beautiful boy. But please, don’t come at me, timing is difficult!

Who initiated it? See photo 3

Like I said I think it just happened.like when you want to kiss someone and you don’t remember afterwards who took the initiative.

Timmy felt like he had met the one. Armie was running away from his feelings. He had a real fear of intimacy, a lot of ego issues (also mentioned in the podcast)but he was never really cutting the cord between them, trying to pull Timmy back.

Q: does Timmy ever think that he doesn’t deserve Armie because he left him when he needed him the most, and that he does PR for his career and cannot even mention Armie?

A: dark mirror oracle/prism oracle: revenge/sweetness, triumph of lies/frustration, sacrifice/ death, peaceful among thorns/ anxiety

Both Tim and Armie have done things for their career. Armie has also done things for PR. It’s part of being a Hollywood star. They just have to talk with each other about boundaries. Timmy would love to mention Armie, but I don’t think Armie wanted that. That may be different in future.

Timmy was really frustrated and angry when everything came out. Armie had left him in the dark and it stung big time. They have a tendency to hurt each other, especially when they are not communicating or communicating properly. As we often see with Twin flames.

You have to take in consideration that this a man Timmy really adores and looks up to. His hero in a sense. He fell from his pedestal. But he loves him, although it took him a while to recover from it.

We all make mistakes, it’s how we deal with it that counts.

Q: can Timmy leave Armie for his career?

A: prism oracle; Hapiness, ghost.

He obviously could. If they don’t find a way back to each other he might. But I feel he wouldn’t leave him for his career, if he end up leaving him it’s because they can’t make it work.

Q: how Armie felt when Timmy told him he loved him for the first time?

A: frightened and delighted at the same time. I feel this has happened before he completed the journey he’s talking about in the podcast. He couldn’t really deal with it, didn’t think he was worth it.

And yes, there is it again: the twin flame card. They have a whole journey together and separated as well. See photo 4

Q: what’s going on with the outing? Are we ever going to see them as a couple?

This question was asked multiple times, sometimes a bit different phrased or worded. I answered it once. Lots of people asked if it was going to be this year.

A: will we ever see them: see photograph 5.

They haven’t seen each other since September last year I think. So, since they weren’t together, there was no outing.

Yes, if they change their behaviour and make it work, we might see them in future. Prediction: I’m not gonna make one, because if something happens you will say; you predicted it wrongly.

I FEEL that they will work it out sooner or later. So don’t give up, I still think we are gonna see them again. I just don’t know when exactly.

Q: are they still in love with each other? See photo 6

They are, but they have many things they have to work on. Mainly boundaries and communication. And AGAIN the twin flame card

Q: is Armie the first male crush for Timmy?

A: prism oracle: consciousness, rejection, peace, reflection

I don’t want to speculate on someone’s sexuality but it feels like gender is not a big deal for Timmy. I see at least one other male, but I think it didn’t end well. Let’s say he wasn’t surprised when he fell for Armie.

Q: are they exclusive (committed)?

A: both of them, but especially Armie were frustrated and jealous of others, or pr situations. Armie distanced himself and tried other things I think, but he really wasn’t happy about it. This time they want to be exclusive if they can work it out.

Q: will they have a joint holiday or trip? This question was also asked multiple times.

A: queen of wands, 8 of wands

They would like to, but probably there are some obstacles. People may say they can’t or object.They have to make quick decisions about it. It could be just a place to meet up for now, later in Summer maybe there are chances for a longer period together.

Q: when will Armie (and the kids) return to LA permanently?

A: see photo 7 but again take it with a grain of salt

Q: will Timmy get another “beard” this year?

A: 6 of wands, 2 of wands reversed

It doesn’t look like it, at least he doesn’t want one and tries to stand up for himself

Q: will Armie have a clarifying talk, interview, podcast etc this year?

A: obviously I can’t claim I predicted this, since we all know he did talk about his journey in Tyler’s podcast. I often felt he would in the end, or maybe just hoped he would and I’m thrilled that he did.

Q: will they have a joint project this year?

A: fairy tale Lenormand: rider(energy, passion, speed, activity,news, messages), house (homeestablishment, safety, tradition, custom, privacy, conservation), bouquet(flattery, social life,pleasantness, cordiality, etiquette, appreciation), scythe (accidents, hasty decisions, danger, a warning, speed, reckoning)

A: they love to work together again, but I feel they have to focus on their private lives first, making it difficult to decide now. If they would I think it would be too soon, maybe even discovered by accident and give complications. They might talk about what they want to do together in future.

Q: how does Armie deal with Timmy’s “adventures”

A: I hope I understand correctly that by adventures you mean the rumours about him and girls and the PR with Kylie?

Last time I checked both Armie and Timmy were hurting each other. Mainly because they didn’t discuss boundaries. See photo 8 for what I pulled for Armie.at first he distanced himself and have his own “adventures” but these two has a hard time letting each other go

Q: will Elizabeth do anything to disrupt their relation?

A:2 of swords reversed, temperance, 7 of cups, 9 of pentacles

She will not be happy if they are together again. She thought they were done. She will continue to be petty, like trying to use the kids, preventing Armie to go away too far or too much, I don’t feel anything major at the moment. She might be paid, or is going to be paid in future. She wants Armie back, still. Not because she loves him, but because she is jealous about him moving on.

*alleged/for entertainment purposes