#I DID NOT EXPECTED ANYONE TO BE THAT INTERESTED IN HIM

[kisses4themissus]

helloooooiooooooooo. Loveeeeeee the Robby fic so good. Your writing is amazing.

Now I have an idea (feel free to ignore) ya know Little Mix song Love Me Like You. Specifically the lyrics:

“I’m dealing with these bo-o-oys

When I really need a man”

Is soooooo Abbott or Robby Coded instantly. Though of them lol like no way anyone gonna love you better than them

Love Me Like You | M.R X Reader

a/n: tysm for requesting this!!

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You sighed as you rested your forehead against the breakroom’s table; The cool surface cooling you off from the light sheen of sweat you earned from running around the ED.

Lifting your head up from the table, you could see from the small glass window all of the new med students running around, the older interns just snickered and attempted to guide them before giving them up to a resident.

A moment of silence was all you had asked for during your shift, not expecting to be the center of the new students attention.

As you placed your head back down you tensed up as the door opened and the sound of footsteps followed. Your eyes quickly recognized the new balances as the owner spoke up.

“Burnt out from those kids?” Robby asked, facing you as he poured himself another cup of coffee. 

You just laughed flatly, lifting your head up. “Ha…very much so, javadi swears she saw two of the boys push each other to follow me into a trauma..” You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

“You’re their leader now, what did walsh say during the mass casualty?” Robby sighed, thinking, his fingers tapping on his mug as he thought.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown?” You questioned, a tiny grin growing on your face as robby lit up and snap his fingers, a matching smile on his face.

“That’s it, nice memory..” He chuckled before taking a sip of coffee.

You silently admired him for a moment, taking in each detail, from the hair that curled around his ears to the small but bright freckles on his cheeks, you had been zoned out but was brought out of it, jumping as one of the med students popped in, his eyes lighting up brightly as he found your own.

“Um, excuse us dr. robby, but our–uh ladder injury guy’s CT came back..” The student spoke up, you just nodded and stretched your neck, trying to pop it.

“I’ll be right there...” You brushed the kid off before standing up, following the student out the breakroom and towards a free desktop to look at the results.

Robby smiled as he watched from the door as the kid hovered over your shoulder while you tiredly scrolled through the results. 

- - - - - - - -

Exiting the curtained room a wave of exhaustion hit you, covering your mouth as you began to yawn. You quickly pulled out your phone to check the time, your lock screen lit up, a photo of your dog displayed on your screen.

“Is that your dog doctor?” One of the med students asked you, a smile on her face.

You smiled at her and nodded, turning the screen to her. 

“You have a dog?” One of the students, mason asked.

You sighed and attempted to hide your annoyance at the former frat boy. “Yep, he’s like my child.” You gave him a tight smile.

“I have a golden lab, we should set up a possible play date for them sometime no?” He asked, a cocky grin on his face.

You couldn’t stop a scoff from coming out, your laughter quickly followed, “Cooper isn’t too social, he got surgery recently and can’t do playdates, sorry.” You sighed, the other student just grinned into her hand as you brushed pass mason, walking towards central.

“Damn, you and your dog just got rejected..” Kaitlyn, the other student laughed at mason.

“Oh be quiet, i known girls like her, dated tons of them. They act not interested then as i “supposedly�� lose attraction she’ll come to me!” He scoffed, looking at kaitlyn as if she was dumb.

Santos snorted at his logic, peering over at him, making it known she had heard the whole thing.

“Or you’re maybe just a jackass who doesn’t take no?” Trinity shrugged before grabbed her stethoscope from the desk, rushing as a trauma entered.

“I’m not an jackass..” Mason muttered under his breath.

“No but you got a good ass on you, turn to the side for me handsome..” Myrna whistled at him, making mason jump and quickly excuse himself before he got left with myrna alone.

Entering a trauma room, mason noticed you off the side, watching as robby cleaned up the intubated trauma’s mouth of secretions, as robby reached over to get more wiggle room, mason caught sight of a chain, a plain metal band sat beside another, a star of david on the other.

Mason kept quiet, making note to ask whitaker about it later.

- - - - - - - -

“Tell me i’m amazing!” You told robby as you approached him, your hands in your scrub pockets.

“Now what did you do?” Robby questioned, his eyes narrowing playfully.

“Got ICU to take three patients upstairs!” You smiled, bouncing around, making robby watch with a smile.

“Alright, you’re amazing..” Robby chuckled, running his hand over your lower back. From a distance, mason made a look which earned whitaker’s attention.

“I wonder how his wife feels about that..” Mason scoffed, dennis looked to the student, moving his eyes away from the chart in front of them.

“Who’s wife?” Whitaker asked, looking around for anything unusual.

“Dr. Robby’s wife, he seems oddly close with her..” Mason nodded in your and robby’s direction. Dennis looked over to see you and robby at central, robby watching you with a smile as dana handed over your energy drink, his hand still on your back.

“I think she’s fine with it..” Whitaker shrugged, not seeing anything wrong.

“Just seems odd to me..” Mason shrugged, walking away from whitaker who now sat at a desk confused.

Thankfully for the rest of your shift you had managed to hide away from the med students, as you collected your things from your locker you let out a yawn.

You shuffled your way out of the ED with the other day shift.

Making your way to the park, you all found empty benches, you looked around and sighed, not seeing robby nearby, you assumed he must’ve gotten caught up with jack on each patient.

Perlah handed you a cool water from donnie’s bag, you smiled and thanked her as you sat down on the wooden bench, opening the water.

“I need a warm bath and a whole bottle of wine right now..” You announced, slouching into the bench, exhaustion hitting you.

“That sounds nice..” Samira hummed in agreement with you as she sipped a beer donnie had handed her. “How’s cooper doing?” She asked, making you smile.

“He’s recovering, he loves how we’ve been spoiling him..” You chuckled, mindlessly you scratched your neck and pulled out your necklace from under your scrubs, on a dainty chain sat your wedding ring.

“He deserves it, he’s just a poor baby!” Samira cooed as you showed her photos of your dog.

Mason and the other interns walked over to the group and took a seat on the benches as the others began asking about their day.

As mason tuned out everyone, he noticed as you lit up at the sight of robby.

“I hate to leave you all so soon but i need to go see my cooper!” You announced, standing up from the bench, grabbing your bag.

Robby smiled and waved to the others, before leaving robby turned to mason, an off look in his eyes as he stared the frat boy down. “Get some sleep dr. mason, something tells me tomorrow’s gonna be tough.” Robby’s words make you snort, gently elbowing his side.

Robby just smiled at you and let his hand drift down to your back as you both walked to the car.

“Is no one concerned for dr robby’s wife?” Mason asked, making the others looked at him confused.

“What do you mean?” Samira asked, looking back at where robby’s truck pulled out of the parking lot. “Dr robby seems a little too close to his fellow attending, if i was married i would not be holding my attendings back or driving her home if she gave me those love filled eyes..” Mason scoffed, his words making everyone start to laugh.

“Oh my god, you still haven’t gotten it have you!?” Santos asked, her laugher booming as whitaker just chuckled and looked around.

“Get what?” 

“She’s dr. robby’s wife, they’ve been married for four years now dude..” Princess explained, laughing a bit.

Mason’s face dropped; now understanding he had spent most of his week and day flirting with his attending’s wife.

- - - - - - - -

You yawned as robby drove on the freeway.

“So that mason kid..” Robby spoke up, making you laugh.

“Jealous I got a young lover waiting at the door?” You teased, robby just shook his head, a small smile on his face. “Besides after tomorrow i’m sure he won’t even step a foot near me.” You both laughed.

You both sat in comfortable silence for the drive, growing sleep you had popped up from your seat and turned the radio on.

A laugh escaped robby’s mouth as the radio lyrics filled the tiny space.

You smiled at him and began to sing, occasionally brushing your hand over robby’s beard.

“When i really need a man, that can do it like I can!” You sang, leaning over the console to place kisses robby’s bearded cheek. “But you got that nasty, and that’s what i want!” You finished, making robby just chuckle, his cheeks turning a bright red as he shyly glanced over at you.

“You really don’t want a young guy?” Robby asked, his eyes softening at you.

You shook your head and held his unoccupied hand. “I prefer the active suicide risk type over former frat boys..” 

Robby just chuckled and kissed the back of your hand as little mix played in the background.

[momo-kageyama]

Condemned Hearts

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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Jae-Hyun ( Romance Saja )x R.femele.

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The seductive demonic idol of the Saja Boys, and a human with a serious, logical, grumpy personality and immune to superficial charm

After so long resisting, Y/N finally surrenders to the feeling for Jae-Hyun. On a hot night, the looks become intense, the touches more intimate. He treats her with affection, respect and desire - every movement full of care and passion.

Without haste, the two explore and love each other for the first time, at a time where the physical and the emotional mix. It was intense, delicate and true.

In the end, lying together, Jae-Hyun whispers that he wants to stay.

And Y/N, for the first time, leaves.

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Y/N is a sensitive human with spiritual ability that makes her immune to the emotional manipulation of demons - which attracts Romance Saja's attention, both as a curiosity and as a challenge. They meet by chance in an old bookstore, after a Saja Boys event.

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– Hanok Bookstore, Seoul – late afternoon, rainy weather

The raindrops drummed gently on the ceramic roof, and the traditional bookstore remained almost empty. It smelled like old wood, aged paper... and cheap incense.

Y/N leafed through a volume of Korean occultism with half-closed eyes, until the doorbell rang. She didn't even turn around. The air around warmed up - a subtle hunch poked her.

Y/N (without looking up):

- There's a romance section there in the background. You can go straight.

Romance Saja (laughing with sweetness):

- What intuition... do you already know that I'm all romance?

Y/N raised his eyes, finding the smile that enchanted millions. He wore a black mask under his chin, the hood of his downed sweatshirt jacket and unconvincing sunglasses.

She looked at the book again.

Y/N:

- I heard your voice before. You sing as if you want to hypnotize an entire church.

(Close the book.)

But to me it sounds just like marketing.

Saja Romance (tilting his head):

- You know who I am... and still ignore me?

Y/N:

- I ignore everyone equally.

He took a step closer to the shelf.

Saja Romance:

- The world revolves around emotion. But you... it's made of granite, right?

(Watch her with genuine interest.)

Have you always been like this?

Y/N:

- Since demons started pretending to be pop stars, yes.

His smile faltered for a second. That was new. A fan would have fainted him just with that look. A hunter would have attacked him. But this girl?

Nothing.

Romance Saja (lowering the tone):

- You feel it... and yet you don't give in. It's almost an offense to my existence.

Y/N (arching the eyebrow):

- Good. So we're even. You offend my intelligence with every wink you give.

Saja Romance:

- Touched.

He leaned against the bookshelf, observing the environment, letting the atmosphere become dense on purpose.

Saja Romance:

- Did you know that most people want to fall in love with something, even if it kills them?

Y/N (colid):

- It only proves how weak people have the survival instinct.

(She closes the book firmly.)

Did you come to suck any soul today?

Romance Saja (whispering):

- Yours, if you let me. But...

(It gets dangerously closer.)

...You don't let anyone get close, do you?

She doesn't back down. Her look was a wall.

Y/N:

- I'll let you. When they deserve it.

The silence between the two was charged - not of sexual tension, as he probably expected, but of pure challenge. She was a puzzle that he couldn't manipulate - and that made him uncomfortable... and curious.

Romance Saja (with the lowest voice):

- Do you hate me?

Y/N:

- No.

(Pause.)

I just think that, of all the demons, you are the most pathetic.

Saja Romance (I really smiled, for the first time):

- So see me as a project. Maybe you'll teach me to be someone better.

Y/N:

- I'm not a possessed boy band babysitter.

She gently pushed him back with the book she was holding. He took two steps back with a defeated, theatrical smile.

Saja Romance (murmuring):

— Y/N...

Y/N:

- If you call me by my name once again with that tone, I'll exorcise you with a limited edition of Mystical Jungianism and make you swallow the pages.

Romance Saja (laying sincerely):

- What a wonderful woman.

Y/N (on your back, leaving):

- And busy. Good night, demon.

She disappeared outside the door, leaving only the sound of the rain and the demon still standing still, half smiling, half... fascinated.

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Romance Saja stayed there for a while longer. For the first time in centuries, he felt something he couldn't manipulate. Curiosity... respect? Maybe even an echo of humanity.

And that was more dangerous for him than any hunter with a sword.

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Since the meeting at the bookstore, Romance Saja, whose real name is Jae-Hyun, couldn't get her out of her head.

Not because of desire.

Not for wounded vanity.

But for something much more dangerous: emotional curiosity - a rare addiction for a demon whose charm has never failed.

Now, he starts to show up where she is. Always with a smile. Always as if it were no big deal.

But Y/N knows. He's hunting. Just not the way you usually do.

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—Abandoned subway station - rainy night, neon flickering in wet concrete

The sound of the wind whistled between the empty tracks. She knew she was being followed - she felt the presence like an electricity stopped at the back of her neck.

Y/N (stopping walking, cold):

- You're subtle like a perfume advertisement.

Jae-Hyun (slow steps, quiet smile):

- I prefer "consistent". It's more poetic.

She turns slowly, the rain-soaked hood falling back, revealing the serious, tired, but unbreakable face.

Y/N:

- Will you keep appearing in every corner of the city until I scream your name and throw myself into your arms?

Jae-Hyun:

- No.

(Pause.)

I just... don't understand you. And that bothers me.

Y/N:

- Okay. Draw me later and it's solved.

Jae-Hyun (taking a step closer):

- You challenge me. Ignore me. You see me as something... smaller.

(Look narrows.)

You're not afraid of me.

Y/N:

- Because I know what you are.

And, honestly? I've seen something scarier in the mirror when I wake up.

A crooked smile sprouts on his lips. But the look... doesn't smile. It's concentrated. Obsessive.

Jae-Hyun:

- Do you have any idea what you're doing?

Where are you getting into?

I'm a demon, Y/N. I feed on human emotion.

But you...

(Pause, the low and dangerous voice.)

You're making me feel.

Silence.

She swallows dry - not out of fear, but out of anger. For knowing that it could be true.

Y/N (firm voice):

- That's not my fault. If it's broken inside, fix it. I'm not your repair.

Jae-Hyun:

- I don't want a fix. I want to understand why...

(Pass your hand over your soaked hair.)

Because it's so easy to hate you, and so hard to leave you alone.

Y/N:

- Because you're addicted to someone who doesn't bow to you.

It makes you feel... human.

He stares at her. For the first time without an answer. No smile.

Jae-Hyun (whispering):

- Is that it, then?

Y/N (turning to leave):

- You don't want me. You want to understand yourself through me.

But I'm not a demon mirror.

Jae-Hyun (low voice):

- No. You are fire.

And I've already started to burn.

She stops, for a moment. The rain flows through their temples. But she doesn't turn around.

Y/N:

- It burns alone.

And it disappears through the entrance of the staircase, leaving Jae-Hyun alone, wet, furious... and strangely alive.

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It's so "he", right? A heartthrob demon who stages his own sadness as if he were in a romantic ballad clip - but in reality it is a rough performance with hidden garden hose.

It's already the third time in the week that Jae-Hyun shows up at the door of his house out of nowhere. Always with some emotionally manipulative excuse. But today... he surpassed himself.

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– calm night, residential neighborhood – 10:45 pm

Y/N locks the living room window and walks to the kitchen when he hears three light knocks on the door.

Toctoctoc.

She sighs deeply, already waiting for who it is. When opening the door, there is Jae-Hyun, completely soaked.

The sweatshirt stuck to the body, the hair strands falling on the forehead. The big eyes, shining in "lost dog" mode. The light on the balcony illuminates the scene as if it were the climax of a dorama.

Jae-Hyun (shaky voice):

- I... was walking... and...

(Falsely chokes on the cold)

...It started to rain. I have nowhere to go.

Y/N (look silently, analytical):

- It was 27 degrees 15 minutes ago. And clear sky.

Jae-Hyun (wide eyes):

- But a storm has fallen now, right here...

(Looks dramatically up)

...About me. Cosmic coincidence.

Y/N (looking around):

- The hose behind the column is on.

Silence.

Jae-Hyun's body freezes. He subtly turns his face and sees the hose dripping water behind him, still dripping on the sidewalk floor.

He sighs... and immediately leaves the little theater.

Jae-Hyun (undoing the pose and hugging each other in the arms):

- Okay, I got the staging angle wrong. But I'm really cold!

(Shakes your arms)

These clothes are thin! The concept was "suffered visual", and I... exaggerated!

Y/N (frowning):

- You faked an emotional storm with domestic plumbing.

Jae-Hyun (with that cynical and charming smile):

- Everything for you.

Y/N (closing the door until there is only a sling):

- Go back to hell, clown.

Jae-Hyun (quickly putting his foot between the door):

- Wait! I brought...

(Take something soaked out of your pocket)

...Strawberry rice cake. It's a little wet, but it's still symbolic!

Y/N:

- Did you wet the candy on purpose to look like you were saved from the rain?

Jae-Hyun (smiling shyly):

- I'm an artist. I work with concept.

She leans her forehead against the door. And lets out a defeated sigh.

Y/N (opening the door slowly):

- A towel. A mug of tea. One hour. Without flirting.

And if you drip on my couch, I'll exorcise you with citrus disinfectant.

Jae-Hyun (already entering with open arms):

- Was that a yes?

(Vit triumphant voice:)

This is emotional growth, Y/N!

Y/N (tosping a towel in his face):

- Shut up, hose Aquaman.

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He spends exactly 58 minutes pretending to tremble, trying to impress her with his "dramatic suffering".

She pretends she doesn't think it's funny. But he puts an extra blanket over his legs while he pretends to doze off.

He knows. She knows he knows.

But no one comments anything.

Because sometimes, the heart opens in silence... or in poorly staged wet performances.

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– 3am – Y/N house

Y/N gets up half groggy to drink water. The silence of the dawn is only broken by a noise... plastic? Dripping?

She goes to the living room and freezes at the door.

There is Jae-Hyun.

Sitting on the couch, with a pink tiara with little ears, a translucent face mask with glitter, and a jade roll carefully passing on the cheeks.

Next to him:

• A portable mirror with LED lighting.

• A digital stopwatch beeping softly.

• And... a pot of brigadeiro in half, with the spoon still in his mouth.

Y/N (winking, incredulous):

- Is this an arcane ritual or just someone else's shame?

Jae-Hyun (without shaking, meeke voice):

— Step 9. Deep hydration with hyaluronic acid and starfish collagen.

(Look at her and smile with glitter on her forehead.)

Do you want to participate? I have extra masks. Green tea or marshmallow.

Y/N:

- You're a demon.

Jae-Hyun:

- And a skin like that is not made alone.

(Go back to the roll.)

If I'm going to invade hearts, I need to have invisible pores.

Y/N (walking to the kitchen):

- You're invading patience.

(Tatch the water bottle and come back.)

And the brigadeiro?

Jae-Hyun (takes the pot as if it were a secret):

- The body needs glucose to maintain its natural shine. It's... demonic alchemy.

Y/N:

- This is called sugar addiction.

Jae-Hyun (with the spoon in his mouth):

- This is called coping mechanism.

She watches him for a few seconds. He now does a circular massage with his fingers, with his eyes closed, as if he were in a private spa.

Y/N:

- Have you ever killed someone with your beauty routine?

Jae-Hyun:

- Already. Of envy.

Silence.

Y/N (murmuring):

- It is not possible that the most dangerous dark being in the underworld uses... sparkling soap with the smell of peach.

Jae-Hyun (opens one eye):

- And sulfate-free shampoo. With lunar rice protein.

She can't resist. Laugh. Little, but enough for him to notice.

Jae-Hyun (playing, triumphant):

- Was that a laugh?

Y/N:

- Don't get excited. It was just a muscle spasm.

Jae-Hyun:

- Spasm of admiration. I accept.

Y/N (leaving, rolling your eyes):

- Go to sleep, Glitter from Hell.

Jae-Hyun (shouting low):

- Only after step 13. Magic fixing mist. Respect me.

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Jae-Hyun became practically an unofficial resident of Y/N's house. He shows up for everything: breakfast, lunch, Netflix, even to water the plants - even without being invited.

But, deep down, he's completely in love. And, after a sequence of embarrassing moments, he decides to give a kiss. But life doesn't make things easy...

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Y/N was organizing the bookshelf when he heard the characteristic noise of Jae-Hyun entering the house for the third time that day.

Jae-Hyun (with a crooked smile, holding a half-withered flower):

- I brought this. I thought you liked... things that die slowly, like me.

Y/N let out a resigned sigh and turned to him, crossing his arms.

Y/N:

- You know you can't just enter my house and steal my tea collection like that, right?

Jae-Hyun:

- But I do it for love. And a little gluttony.

He walked towards her, his eyes shining, the flower swinging in his hand as if it were a sword. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, Jae-Hyun stumbled on the carpet, lost his balance and fell in the direction of Y/N - who widened his eyes.

Before he hit the ground, Y/N held his arm to avoid falling.

Jae-Hyun (eyes on hers, low and sincere voice):

- Sorry... I don't know how to control the heart - and balance.

Y/N couldn't contain himself and exploded in loud laughter, covering his mouth so as not to look rude.

Y/N (between laughs):

- You're a walking disaster! A beautiful disaster, but a disaster.

Jae-Hyun smiled embarrassed, his eyes shining with that light that you only have when you're in love.

Without thinking too much, he pulled her slightly closer and gave her a soft kiss, a little trembling, but full of sincerity.

Y/N (shocked, stopping laughing):

- Wait... did you only kiss me because you fell?

He smiled naughtyly.

Jae-Hyun:

- Maybe. Or because I can't stand pretending I don't feel anything anymore.

Y/N turned red, looked away and finally laughed again, this time softer.

Y/N:

- You charming idiot.

They stood there, half awkward, half happy - a moment that was strange, cute, and absolutely true.

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Y/N spent weeks trying to keep his guard up. But Jae-Hyun kept showing up, helping, getting in the way, cooking the wrong way, taking care of her when she got the flu, leaving silly messages in the mirror with lipstick (which he said was "demonic glamour").

Now, she realizes that, without even realizing it, he stayed.

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Y/N went down the stairs with her hair stuck anyway, wearing an old sweatshirt. The silence of the house was comfortable, but strange.

She was surprised because there was no low music playing in the kitchen. Not even the smell of tea that he always made the wrong way. Nor the dramatic steps of "I'm approaching you poetically".

The house was... empty of him.

She took the mug, took a sip of water, and stood still looking at the empty room.

Y/N (thought):

"Finally a little peace."

Silence.

More silence.

She let out a sigh and murmured:

Y/N:

- What a pain.

She walked to the door, opened it... and there he was. Sitting on the steps, with your back. The hood of the coat raised. The head down. Hands crossed on their legs. Quiet.

Y/N (surprise):

- Are you here... all this time?

Jae-Hyun (turning slowly):

- I was leaving. I promise.

(Smile, kind of awkward.)

I just didn't want to get in the way anymore. I thought... maybe you were tired of me.

She was silent. Something inside her tightened.

Y/N (low voice):

- I am.

He laughed softly and began to get up.

Y/N (complete, looking into his eyes):

- But I'm also...

(Pause. Swallow dryly.)

...Used to you.

He froze.

Y/N (without staring at him):

- You messed everything up, Jae-Hyun.

I'm practical, quiet, rational.

But then you came, with your beautiful face and brigadeiro at 3 in the morning and a thirteen-step routine for a perfect demonic skin...

(I smile from the corner.)

And somehow stupid, you stayed.

He took two slow steps towards her. The eyes shone, but there was no seduction in the eyes - only tenderness.

Jae-Hyun (low voice):

- Stay... is all I wanted.

She took a deep breath. He didn't smile, but he didn't deviate either.

Y/N:

- Then come in.

And don't touch my tea.

And leave me alone.

And stay.

Jae-Hyun (smiling with sparkle in his eyes):

- Yes, ma'am.

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That night, he lay on the couch with a weird pillow and a lemon-printed blanket that she hated.

But he smiled as if he had won the world.

Y/N stood on the stairs for a while, watching him sleep.

And for the first time, he felt something heat up slowly in his chest.

It was love.

In the most annoying, unexpected... and inevitable way.

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The light in the living room was low. Jae-Hyun was almost falling asleep on the couch, with an arm thrown over his eyes, when he heard her voice coming from the stairs:

Y/N (low, kind of embarrassed):

- Come sleep with me.

Total silence. Not even a mosquito dared to breathe.

Jae-Hyun (rising slowly):

- Did you... really say that? Or was it my demonic soul trying to deceive me with a perfect illusion?

She appeared at the top of the stairs with the usual closed expression, arms crossed and cheeks a little flushed.

Y/N:

- It's not an invitation to be naughty, it's just...

(Turn your eyes)

I don't know. The sofa is bad. You snore when you sleep crooked. And my bed is bigger. That's it, I rationalized.

He was already going up the stairs with the biggest smile in the world stamped on his face.

Jae-Hyun:

- So... rational invitation to share the horizontal rest space.

(Adjain the collar of the shirt.)

I accept with gratitude and humility.

Y/N (rolling your eyes):

- Shut up before I regret it.

⸻

[Interior - Y/N room - a few minutes later]

The bed was with the two lying down, with their backs to each other. The lamp is off. The weather... strange.

Jae-Hyun didn't speak. What was rare.

Y/N couldn't sleep either. The silence between the two was louder than anything.

Y/N (whispering):

- Are you awake?

Jae-Hyun (on the other side, almost in a sigh):

- I'm trying not to breathe loudly so as not to disturb your sleep as a grumpy hunter.

Silence again.

She turns around slowly, still not fully facing him.

Y/N:

- Do you fall in love with everyone like that?

Jae-Hyun (turns to her, calm eyes):

- No.

(Pause.)

I've already liked a lot of people. I've already pretended to like it. I've already been adored.

But loving someone who doesn't love me for free, who doesn't fall for my tricks...

(Look into her eyes.)

...Only you.

Her heart tightened in a strange way. Vulnerable.

Y/N (low voice):

- I still don't know what to do with it.

Jae-Hyun (smiling):

- Just don't push me ot of bed. It's already too good.

She gave a short chuckle, almost imperceptible. And then turned around, turning her back again.

But this time, she pulled his arm to wrap around his waist.

Y/N (murmuring):

- Just for today.

Jae-Hyun (leaning her face to her back):

- Just for today, then.

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That night, Jae-Hyun slept peacefully.

No acting, no face mask, no theater.

Only him, really.

And Y/N, in the dark, realized that maybe loving wasn't losing control.

Maybe... it would just be to allow someone to stay. Even when you don't understand why.

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The sun was beating through the kitchen window. Jae-Hyun was on his back, humming some romantic song while moving a pot on the stove - clearly not knowing what he was doing, but with the greatest dedication in the world.

Y/N, on the other side of the bench, pretended to touch the cell phone.

But actually... I was looking at him.

In disguise.

From time to time.

More and more.

He wore her old sweatshirt, which was wide on his shoulders, with the sleeve falling. The hair is a little messy. The wooden spoon swinging dangerously.

And he was... laughing alone.

With a genuine smile.

Y/N (thought, angry with yourself):

"No. No, no, no. This wasn't supposed to be happening."

She bit her lip, looked away, tried to focus on anything else.

But it was useless.

Because she remembered every gesture:

- Of the stupid flowers he left in the window vase with notes like "flower number 7 of the day, it surpasses you"

- The way he massaged her forehead when she was stressed without saying anything

- From the day he cried watching a stupid drama and said "true love is rare even for demons, you know?"

And the worst?

She was smiling alone now.

Without realizing it.

Jae-Hyun (turning with the spoon in his hand):

- What are you laughing at?

She widened her eyes.

Y/N (dry, trying to hide):

- From your risotto. It looks like a chemical accident.

Jae-Hyun (putting his hand on his chest, pretending drama):

- That's good. Because it was made with an explosion of love.

Y/N (snorting):

- You're unbearable.

Jae-Hyun (approaching with a crooked smile):

- And even so... you let me stay.

He stood still in front of her, with a little piece of rice on his cheek.

She looked at that, hesitated... and cleaned it with her finger.

Silence.

Their eyes met for too long.

Y/N (low voice, unable to hide more):

- You know, right?

Jae-Hyun (whispering):

- I know what?

Y/N:

- That I'm...

(Smough dry)

...Falling in love with you.

His smile disappeared for a second. Not out of sadness. But by surprise.

Jae-Hyun:

- Are you?

Y/N (lowering the eyes):

- Unfortunately, yes.

And I hate to admit it.

Because you're an idiot. A demon. A glitter addict.

And even so...

She looked back at him, with a vulnerable look for the first time.

Y/N:

- I want you here.

Jae-Hyun (lying his forehead to hers, in a whisper):

- I'm already yours, since the first no you told me.

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They've shared the bed before. They've already hugged each other. They've already slept together.

But today... something has changed.

The looks are longer. The touches, longer.

And the love that grew slowly now pulsates strongly - and wants more than just words.

———————

The light of the lamp is soft. The room is silent, except for the distant sound of a cicada outside.

She comes out of the bathroom with her hair still damp, wearing a wide T-shirt that belonged to him - something intimate and without pretension, but that in her body turns into something else.

Jae-Hyun is already sitting on the bed, her eyes following her every movement. But this time... no jokes. No jokes. Just an intense look, full of reverence.

Y/N (stoping near the bed):

- Why are you looking at me like that?

Jae-Hyun (low, firm voice):

- Because... I waited for this more than I can admit.

(Pause, eyes fixed on hers.)

And yet... I don't want to do anything you don't want.

She smiles sideways, her heart beating fast - for the delicacy, not for the doubt.

Y/N (sincera):

- I want it.

He approaches slowly. He puts his hand on her face carefully, as if it were made of glass and poetry.

The kiss that begins is calm, gentle... but soon it grows, like a controlled flame that can no longer stand to contain itself.

His hands explore her body without haste - his fingers slide down her waist, go up her back, feel the skin and keep every detail as a precious secret.

She responds with the same intensity: the fingers on the back of his neck, pulling slowly, the bodies approaching, the sighs turning into broken silence.

Her wide T-shirt slides through the body and disappears on the floor.

Jae-Hyun (whispering, between kisses):

- You are more beautiful than any ritual, any dream...

(Pause, eyes fixed.)

...And more real than anything I thought I deserved.

She kisses him urgently.

The skin meets skin.

The touch is slow, but firm.

He's not in a hurry.

She doesn't back down.

The bodies intertwine as if they belonged to each other forever, but only now were they allowed to admit it.

Muffled moans, accelerated breaths, the crumpled sheets telling stories that only they will know.

It wasn't just physical.

It was intimate.

It was delivery.

—————————

After...

Jae-Hyun is lying on her side, watching her already half-asleep face.

He runs his fingers slowly over her collarbone and whispers:

Jae-Hyun:

- I didn't come from heaven. Not even from hell.

I came to stay here... with you.

Y/N (eyes closed, smiling):

- So stay. But shut up a little.

He laughs, kisses her forehead and closes his eyes too - for the first time without fear of dreaming about someone.

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Bonus: Excerpts from Jae-Hyun's routine

1. Cleaning with Korean lunar foam

2. Exfoliation with black sugar from the underworld

3. Iced tonic infused with spiritual rose

4. Fairy tear anti-dark circles ampoule

5. Moisturizing essence with star particles

6. Fabric mask with collagen and glitter

7. Soothing cream with demonic melissa tea

8. Facial massage with jade roll

9. Brigadier (it's not skincare, it's emotional)

10. Shiny soul fixing serum

11. Night cream with dimensional niacinamide

12. Revitalizing mystical mist

13. Self-affirmation in front of the mirror: "You're beautiful, Jae-Hyun."

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Inspiring name in the post of:

@filijester

[loversrocktvgirl2]

Hiii Mari!!!(can I call you that?)

Ugh I have so many ideas in my brain🥲

But what about Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Tony (+anyone else you might wanna add) with an s/o who's got adhd? Not the like, "extroverted" 24/7 adhd, but where they js get random bursts of talkative adhd and stuff?

Or, another separate little idea, them with an s/o who's uncomfortable with alcohol? I feel like its a bit of an interesting concept with Tony cuz he's had plenty of moments where he's drinking in the mcu

Those are the only two I'll bother you with for now until random thouvhts come to me again<3

Please remember to take breaks, have a bite to eat, drink water, and have a nap when you need it!!!<3<3<3 appreciate you<3<3<3

(*noms you lovingly<3*)

gahhhhhhhhh I am so very sorry that it took me this long to write this (21 days is like three weeks so oopsies) but yes here it is

i did not write the alcohol prompt, i don’t have a lot of experience with alcohol honestly lol

and yeah, you can call me mari!! that’s cute as hell

my mini multiverse of madness…

ADHD Headcannons (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Tony)

word count: 0.6k+

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Steve 

Steve is a patient soul. He is a thinker and a listener first, and it’s only when he’s perfectly worded a response that he decides to speak. Everything that he does, no matter how impulsive it may seem, has had a lot of his thoughts poured into it. And when he hears you ramble, random and excited, it surprises him. And he loves listening to it. 

He is so on board for every little thing you’re into. You got super into cars and he started leaving F1 on on the TV until you started watching it and learning all about it. He’d figured you’d like it. And you ramble about it, explain every little rule and detail and decision, and Steve listens carefully, like he has all of the time in the world and nothing he’d rather be doing. 

When you move on, he’s unbothered. Next phase it is!

 Bucky 

Bucky is brooding and quiet. Also a huge literature nerd. When he gets into things, he thinks about them constantly, yet he never shares them with anybody. Then he gets to know you. And damn, it’s so fun!! You ramble and share and tell him about the things you’re into, and he gets invested. You started watching this cop show, and he’s never seen a single episode. But when he gets home from work, he expects a full recap from you, and he’s invested now. 

You eventually convince him to share more about the stuff that he’s into, so he compiles a list of a bunch of his favorite books and some things on his to be read and together, you start a two person bookclub.

You get into his books and the two of you go on tangents about what different things mean. It’s his very favorite thing. 

Sam

Sam is loud and rambunctious and playful. He shares and he listens already. But he loves it when you get going talking about something. He jokes that there’s little buzzwords that no one knows that get you rambling about something. One time, he mentioned the words “ten dollar” and you got on a rant about Hamilton. He listened very intently, very amused, for about five minutes, and then couldn’t help but chuckle.

He now has a list of buzzwords on the notes app on his phone and you cannot fight me on this.

Sam playfully teases you a bit about this, but he genuinely doesn’t mind, and he knows what you’re sensitive about and is careful to avoid that when he’s gently teasing you about things. 

Overall, though, Sam is a very sweet, funny, playful, and endearing guy and he is more than happy to listen to you rant. 

Tony

Tony, honestly? He’s the same damn way. 

You both just get very talkative randomly and you’re both extremely sarcastic. You both get very intense hyperfixations and it’s all you can think about. It drives everybody else freaking crazy because, while you do handle Tony better than anyone else on the planet, you are also shockingly alike. 

One time, Tony had the gall to ask Steve, “is that what I act like?” after you showed them your diorama of the music industry. It made Steve laugh and nod enthusiastically, “yes!” Tony chuckled, and insisted that it was much more endearing coming from you. 

When the two of you both got hyper fixated on this one specific robot model though? HOLY HELL.

Fury laughed and said, “if only I could get you two to work like that on half the S.H.I.E.L.D. missions.”

You two are adorable. 

taglist@spaceycat @vidanand @xo-cench @raikan624 @yeehawgiddyup13 @wpdarlingpan @puer-aurea

[tojisteddy]

hi! i wrote the 141 fic and i just wanted to address this with as much grace as possible. I am half Black.

I didn't include Gaz in my fic because I don’t know him, that is LITERALLY it. My entire exposure to COD comes from Tumblr. I genuinely had NO FUCKING IDEA Gaz was part of 141. I thought he was like König or Keegan, who pop up in other parts of the fandom.

I KNEW THE OTHER THREE WERE A PART OF IT FROM CLIPS ONLINE (IE. GHOAP INTERACTIONS) AND OTHER TUMBLR FICS.

To accuse ME (black woman) of racism for that is not only unfair, it's harmful. your supporters have been bullying the fuck out of me and i've had to delete anon submissions and block people.

i'm not going to include someone just for the sake of optics, esp if I can't write them well. there are tons of other gaz writers. was i wrong in tagging my post 141 men? sure! did i know gaz was in 141? no. i know nothing about him. i would not do him any justice.

in the nicest way possible, i can write who i write. my blog is self indulgent and i write who i know best. gaz is SUPER HOT, yes, BUT i wasn't particularly inspired to write him in this particular scenario. just as i wouldn't write someone like bruce banner from the avengers in an "avengers men with a fussy wife" fic bc idk anything about him. i dont think people would get on my case if i did that, if it makes sense?

and i would love to learn more about gaz, but i'm not obligated to write about him. getting on your blog to spread a false narrative to your followers is kind of unkind, especially due to your big following. but i just wanted you to know i'm not some white girl with an agenda.

hope that cleared everything up! :) xx

I wanna say first and foremost, my intention was not to send people to spread hate, bully or maliciously attack you and in no way do I condone that. Especially since I myself am a fully black women. That’s my fault in every way and I should’ve been more careful with my wording and should watch myself because of my following moving forward. Im sorry.

Secondly, I do understand only knowing cod characters via fics and edits on this app/tiktok and it’s not anyone’s job to have to look everyone up when you get interested in one singular character. You also don’t have the obligation to write every character known to man in every drabble/fic. That’s fine.

The conversation to be had though would be about exclusion and micro aggressions.

I’m not expecting you to know the ins and out of cod fandom especially when I see you do write for different fandoms (as do I). But exclusion towards Gaz on this app and in edits and the like, is a major issue in the fandom because of his race. And it’s probably a reason you didn’t know Gaz was apart of the 141. This is something that happens to many characters that look like you and me (black people).

And yes, I see (and again I apologize) that excluding Gaz was not your habitual intention. And sure, not all characters fit a certain scenarios.

But you not realizing Gaz was apart of the 141 was a micro aggression in itself, that’s what micro aggressions are.

The unconscious actions. 

The unconsciousness of excluding ppl who look like you and me just because of our skin color, facial structure and builds, the constant need to make black ppl look like aggressors even we don’t do anything wrong, being “scared” of black ppl having “too much” fun.

And those who are white, those are POC and those who are even half black, tend to do it a lot. Same thing with black men and colorism and how it’s ingrained in society’s culture. It’s done Unconsciously. (Not all the time tho) And I’m definitely sure for the white/poc ppl who follow me, it flew over their heads. They just see racism and that’s surface level. Yes, maybe that’s on me for not explaining it further. But that’s something that me and you have to live with till the day we die. And you should understand that.

Lastly, I want to reiterate, I know you did not mean it. I know you don’t have to write for Gaz if you don’t want to. I know Gaz doesn’t fit for some scenarios, same way that Soap doesn’t or Price doesn’t.

But I am saying to watch your actions towards ppl who look like you and me because they pan out at the end of the day.

[atomicrebelfire]

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I’ve seen posts dismissing Buck and Tommy’s relationship as shallow or forgettable — and I get it, it was short, Tommy’s a guest star, the arc ended quietly. But I think reducing it like that misses something much more interesting the show was actually trying to do — about Buck, about emotional intimacy, and about what it means to be seen in a relationship. This isn’t about shipping, or trying to make a case for “endgame.” It’s about giving narrative weight its due. And about why Tommy Kinard, even in limited screen time, brought something out of Buck we’ve rarely — if ever — seen before.

🧵 Re: That Buck/Tommy Take — I Disagree (Here’s Why It Deserves More Respect)

I got an anon earlier, and out of respect for their request, I won’t post it directly — but the gist was this:

“Buck and Tommy’s relationship wasn’t that deep. Tommy wasn’t a good partner. Why are people so obsessed with it? Can we stop fixating like it mattered?”

And respectfully?

Absolutely not. That reading misses a lot of what the show actually did — and what it meant. Let’s talk about it.

1. “It wasn’t that deep.”

Then why did it break Buck?

If it was just a fling, why did he:

Go into full spiral trying to get Tommy’s attention in 7x04?

Ask for a second chance and a coffee date — then invite him to Maddie’s wedding as a date (7x05)? That’s not something you do for just anyone.

Practically burst out of the closet to his family when Tommy showed up (7x06)?

Obsessively bake, spiral, and hesitate on texting Tommy again in 8x07? (Compare that to how he treated Taylor, Ali, or even Natasha post-breakup. Nothing. This was different.)

The entirety of 8x11 episode?

Start peacocking in a helicopter in 8x15?

That’s not surface-level. That’s a man who caught real feelings and didn’t know how to handle them.

And Tommy? He wasn’t untouched either. The shock on his face during the breakup, the sadness in the bar conversation, the heartbreak the morning after — and even in that blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment in 8x15, watching Buck’s hallway breakdown from across the room — all of it points to something deeper. He felt this.

Maybe he didn’t expect it to be serious. But it became serious — quietly, fully, and in ways that clearly left a mark.

2. “Tommy wasn’t a good partner.”

This one honestly stings. Because Tommy might be the best partner Buck’s had on-screen.

He respected Buck’s boundaries. Checked in often.

He prioritized Buck. He prioritized Buck’s comfort — comforting him post Buck’s basketball spiral, showed up to the wedding like it meant something, and turned into a doting boyfriend during the Billy boils drama.

He offered open, enthusiastic affection — called Buck hot, smart, impulsive, adorable… repeatedly. To his face.

And Buck? Buck called him “cool.” Once. At the very beginning.

Tommy gave emotional warmth constantly. Buck basked in it — but we never saw him offer the same back. That’s not on Tommy.

3. “They barely developed it.”

Yes, Tommy was a guest star. The screen time was limited. But don’t pretend there was no development — because there was, and more quickly than some longer arcs. (Cough Taylor.)

We got:

Initial attraction

Mutual admiration

Emotional hesitation

A breakup with actual dialogue

A post-breakup hookup, driven by unresolved feeling

Lingering fallout that continued afterward

That’s more emotional continuity than Buck’s had with multiple long-term love interests. If the writers didn’t mean for it to matter, they sure wasted a lot of carefully written scenes making it feel like it did.

And yes — we keep using the same five scenes to prove our point. Because that’s what we got. But what we got? Was charged. Focused. Intentional. Emotionally dense.

And let’s be real: screen time is scarce on a show like 9-1-1. It’s not a character drama — half the runtime is dedicated to emergency calls, visual effects, and procedural pacing. Everyone’s fighting for space. Ryan Guzman literally said scenes get cut all the time. Oliver and others have talked about emotional beats that never made it in.

So the fact that Buck and Tommy still got this much? That alone should tell you the writers wanted it to land. And it did.

4. Tommy brought out something new in Buck

What sticks isn’t just the dynamic — it’s who Buck got to be inside it.

He was softer. More grounded. He wasn’t chasing a high or trying to play a role. He was allowed to be unapologetically Buck — extra, campy, chaotic — and Tommy met him there.

No need to impress. Just… show up. And be seen.

Hell, even his whole look shifted — relaxed in a way that felt intentional. Not just a “new season” change, but a visible softening. His hair. His clothes. His vibe. It was noticeable.

That’s rare for Buck. And worth paying attention to.

Just because a relationship was short doesn’t mean it was shallow. Just because it ended doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. Just because you didn’t care for it doesn’t mean the story didn’t.

You don’t have to ship it. But pretending it was meaningless? That’s a disservice to what we actually got — and to a character who, for once, saw Buck clearly… and liked what he saw.

P.S. This isn’t about being a Lou Ferrigno Jr. fan account or trying to hate on people who ship other characters with Buck. I genuinely love character analysis — we’ve been doing it for others as well — and this post or previous are coming from that place, not from bias or bitterness.

You don’t have to ship Buck/Tommy. But if we’re going to talk about what the show chose to give us? Then let’s give it the credit — and the critique — it deserves.

[orlaunderrated]

The Edges of Us: Chapter 10

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Will Lenney x fem reader; George Clarke x fem reader

Summary: Y/N has always been close to George—but everything changes when she catches feelings for his sharp-tongued, infuriatingly charming friend, Will. Torn between loyalty and desire, Y/N finds herself caught in a messy tangle of friendship, secrets, and unexpected love.

Word Count: 3.4k+

Note: This is my very first time writing smut so i tried to make it as palatable as ever but uhhhhh idk how well i did with it. Also im starting a taglist for this series! so if ur interested just comment on this post or message me :)

Also Also if anyone wants a no smut / only suggestive version i can defs post that :)

18+ only, MDNI

content warnings: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, dominance if you squint, if I'm missing any let me know <33

xxx

Will and I fumble into his flat. It's all clumsy limbs and too-loud whispers, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that makes the air shift. I brace myself for the usual bachelor-pad chaos: crusty mugs, takeout containers, the faint smell of socks and disappointment.

But… it’s not that.

It’s surprisingly clean. Like, suspiciously clean. The surfaces gleam. The shoes are lined up by the door like obedient soldiers. There’s a plant. It's alive, thriving even, not just a sad, crispy husk in the corner.

And there’s art on the walls.

Not cheesy motivational prints or movie posters still in their plastic frames. Actual art. A mix of bold colour and clean lines — a few abstract pieces, a photograph of a foggy shoreline, one that looks like it might be from an old video game reimagined as something soft and nostalgic.

I blink.

Will kicks off his shoes and glances over his shoulder at me, clocking my expression. “What?” he says, already defensive.

“I just— I didn’t expect you to live like a real adult.”

He snorts, kicking off his shoes. “I’m full of surprises.”

I trail my fingers across a framed print near the hallway. It’s surprisingly beautiful. Thoughtful. Like someone lives here who actually cares about what it means to live somewhere.

“You picked all this?” I ask, still not sure if I believe it.

He shrugs, a bit sheepish. “Yeah. I like… nice things, I guess.”

For a moment, I don't say anything. I just stand there, trying to reconcile this version of him. His clean, quiet, curated space — with the chaotic, half-cocky, half-tender boy who kissed me like he meant it and then maybe lied straight to my face.

I try to play it cool, but jealousy snakes through me, fast and bitter. God, I wish I had a place like this — somewhere clean and warm, where things have a place and the silence feels calm instead of lonely. Somewhere mine. Somewhere I could just be without tiptoeing around someone else’s life.

And then I remember where I am. Who I’m with.

This man — this annoying, infuriating, stupidly sexy man is standing barefoot in front of me, hair mussed, eyes half-lidded with sleep and club haze. And I’m in his flat. On a night out. With no real plan but this.

Whatever this is.

The room hums with the kind of silence that means something.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly aware of how much I want him to kiss me again. Of how much I’m pretending not to want that.

He watches me, quiet and still, and then finally, I step further in. “Well,” I say, gesturing at the spotless kitchen and gently lit shelves. “Colour me shocked.”

He smiles, small and crooked. “Wait till you see the bedroom.”

I roll my eyes, but I follow him anyway.

It starts messy. It's all rushed and unthinking, all hands and heat and urgency. Like we’ve been holding our breath since the club and now it’s finally safe to exhale. His mouth finds mine too fast, too greedy, like he’s afraid I might vanish if he doesn’t anchor me in place.

We stumble backward toward the bed, laughing into each other’s mouths, clumsy with want. His hands grip my waist, tug at my jacket, desperate to close the distance. I press into him harder than I mean to. He groans against my neck, and my knees weaken.

It’s chaotic — the kind of kissing that feels like it’s barely holding together, like if we stop for even a second it’ll all crack open and we’ll have to face whatever this really is. So we don’t stop.

I don’t want to. Not yet.

Then we fall onto the bed, tangled and breathless, the chaos softening around the edges. His forehead rests against mine, his hands moving slower now — gentle, tentative, as if he’s trying to memorize every line and curve. There’s something almost reverent in the way he touches me, and it throws me off completely.

I want to pretend it’s still that night-out glow, that post-fight shimmer. That this is just a hook-up, a dumb, gorgeous mistake I’ll laugh about later. I want to feel powerful, irresistible, dangerous. But underneath the bravado, there’s something softer and more terrifying clawing up my spine. Something like longing.

And maybe he feels it too, because at some point it changes.

His grip loosens. His kiss slows. He pulls back just enough to look at me, really look at me, his thumb brushing the edge of my jaw like it’s something worth memorising.

Fuck I still hate him. But there’s a reverence to the way he’s touching me. His hands slide down my arms slowly, breathing me in, like it might be the last time he ever gets the opportunity. This morning I would’ve been shocked he got the first opportunity, but now I question whether it would be a mistake to never let him have another.

He looks at me like I’m something he’s been trying not to want. Like this is surrender, not victory. His fingers settle at my waist, thumbs pressing gently into the dip of my hips like he’s grounding himself there. I should shove him off, say something cutting, something cruel. That’s what I do with him. That’s what we do. But right now, all I can manage is to breathe.

I’m warm, restless, and furious all at once. Furious that he’s here, and angrier still that part of me wants him to stay.

“Don’t be soft with me,” I manage to say, my voice more a plea than a command.

He pulls back just enough, his breath warm against my ear. “Why not?” he whispers, voice low and tinged with something real—curiosity, maybe even hope. In his words I can feel the crease between his brows, the way he’s searching for an answer. It’s like a shiver that runs straight down my spine, unsettling and electric all at once.

Fuck I still hate him I open my mouth, but no words come. Because I don’t trust him. Because I didn’t come here for this. Because if he’s soft, I might not know how to leave.

Because somewhere deep down, I’ve already decided to hate him again. It’s easier that way — to Armor up, to keep the distance, to tell myself I’m better off alone.

Because tonight, I’m not here for him. I’m here because I saw George — my closest friend— kissing someone who looks just like me. A perfect, cruel mirror reflecting everything I want but don’t have.

I'm here to forget.

It’s like a punch in the gut, twisting the knife in a way I can’t ignore. And now, lying here with Will, feeling the weight of him on me, I’m caught between what I want and what I’m afraid of.

I don’t want to be soft. Not when everything else feels so broken. Not when the truth I’m running from is staring me down in the form of that kiss I saw, that betrayal I didn’t expect.

So, I tug him back to me, burying my face in his neck. It’s easier to kiss him than to explain why tenderness scares me more than the fights ever did.

Then his fingers slide beneath the hem of my shirt like he’s not just undressing me, but trying to understand me. I should push him away. I want to. But my body stays still, betraying me one breath at a time.

“This isn’t supposed to feel like this,” I whisper.

He doesn’t answer, just kisses me again — slower this time, deeper, like we have all the time in the world. My stomach twists. This wasn’t supposed to be tender. It was supposed to be impulsive. Sharp. Regrettable.

“This changes nothing,” I mutter between kisses, tugging his shirt over his head with more force than necessary.

He huffs a laugh. His mouth finds the hollow of my throat. I close my eyes. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t belong here—not in this city, not in this bed, not with him. London still feels like a coat I borrowed from someone taller. Every room echoes. Every street is unfamiliar.

Fuck I still hate him, but there’s a softness here that tears me open, and I hate how desperately I don’t want to hate it.

“You don’t even like me,” I whisper, voice shaking with everything I’m trying to fight.

He breathes out, eyes dark and raw. “No. You don’t like me.”

The words hang heavy between us, thick with all the things we won’t say. In this chaotic, tangled mess of need and resentment, nothing is simple anymore — and somehow, it’s not hate either. Not anymore.

Then, as if sensing my hesitation, everything shifts again. The kiss grows rougher, faster. His grip tightens at my waist, and I respond, pulling him closer, needing the chaos back.

Suddenly, it’s messy again. Urgent. Like we’ve been holding this in for too long and now it’s spilling everywhere, impossible to contain.

Most of our clothes lie scattered across his bedroom floor—forgotten and tangled like the night itself. His body presses against mine, radiating warmth that seeps into my skin, chasing away the cold I’ve carried for too long. Every breath he takes is steady and close, grounding me in a way I didn’t realize I needed.

He feels so close. So real. So impossibly warm.

His mouth wanders. He kisses down my neck, until he reaches my breast. He cups my breast and takes my nipple in his mouth. I want to stare at the celling and pretend it doesn’t feel good, but god it feels good. I close my eyes and hum softly. His hands are still sinking into my sides, squeezing as if I might float away.

xxx

He moves lower, kissing me all over. Each kiss sends a shooting of heat all over my body. I want to be embarrassed, I want to push him off, but no I don’t. not really. It's messy, sloppy. His teeth drag across my stomach in a way that makes my back arch. He finds his place between my thighs, hands rough, gripping.

He stops, looking up at me for approval. His eyes are dark. Holy fuck he's hot. I knew that but this… this is different. I nod at him and he uses one finger and my underwear falls to the floor. He sinks into me, his tongue moves. At first it's one long, deliberate stroke, and everything within me escaped. A breath tore out of my lungs.

I grip the sheets, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut.

Now he’s sped up — circling, then flicking with maddening precision. There’s a desperation in the way he moves, the kind that’s almost reverent, like worship dragged through the teeth of obsession. His rhythm is erratic, but not careless — no, it’s intentional in the way only someone completely consumed can be. Too hungry to be methodical, too skilled to be clumsy.

Every movement feels like it’s building to something inevitable, like he knows exactly how to unmake me, and he’s doing it on purpose. My thighs start to tremble, my breath catching in my throat as he works me apart piece by piece. And he doesn’t pause. Doesn’t even slow.

It’s relentless — that quiet kind of ruin that feels like being seen too clearly. His mouth, his hands, his focus — all of it so single-minded it borders on holy. Like he’s not just touching my body, but dragging something deeper, more dangerous, to the surface.

My spine arches. The room narrows to the heat of his mouth, the burn of my skin, the pull in mystomach like a wire about to snap. And still, he keeps going — like he needs this. Needs me. Not just the sounds, not just the shaking, but the way I'm falling apart for him. Because of him.

And it’s unbearable. And it’s exquisite.

And you’re not sure which is worse — how much I need it, or how much he already knows.

"Fuck, Will." My hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in his curls. I needed  something to hold onto, anything. I twisted hair around my fingers tugged, hard and he groaned, into me.

Holy shit. I'm close. He can tell, my breathing is uneven, my grip tighter, my thighs are squeezing so hard I am almost worried for him. Almost.

“Still hate me?” he lifts his head, eyes glittering, that maddening smirk pulling at his lips.

Fuck him. There It is, the cockiness, the arrogance the insufferable confidence I've told myself over and over I can't stand. The exact reason I swore I hated him in the first place.

“Yes,” I breathe, shoving him down again with shaking hands and no hesitation.

He lets out a breath of a laugh but it is cut off as his mouth finds me again. He slips a finger in between my folds, pumping in and out, like he's trying to undo me completely.

I let out a shaky half-strangled sound, my body arching towards him on instinct.

"Will I'm gonna —"

"Please," he cuts in, voice low, hoarse, desperate.

Like he's begging for it.

Like he needs to watch me fall apart.

And I do.

My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave—hot, breathless, all-consuming. It crashes through me in a blinding rush, and still, he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t ease up. Just keeps going like he’s determined to draw every last ounce of it out of me.

It’s too much.

My skin feels too tight, nerves frayed and sparking, every inch of me hypersensitive. I gasp, shuddering, and push him off with trembling hands, half-laughing, half-panting.

“Jesus—stop,” I manage, voice hoarse and wrecked. “I can’t—”

My chest heaves. I’m flushed, shaken, undone.

He pulls back immediately, breath ragged, lips swollen, eyes dark with something that looks a lot like pride — or maybe possession. But he doesn’t say anything. Just stares down at me, like he’s still memorising the aftermath, committing every flicker of wreckage to memory.

I reach up and pull him into another kiss — desperate, deep, greedy. I taste myself on his lips, and it only makes me want more.

My hands wander to his boxers, palming him through the fabric. His cock trapped between us. I try to shift, to push him onto his back, but he doesn't let me. God he's strong.

Instead, his hands tighten at my waist, anchoring me in place. His mouth hovers near mine, breath hot and uneven.

“I can't wait,” he murmurs, voice thick with something I don’t have the words for.

I pull his boxers off, we giggle as they get tangled at his feet. His cock springs free from its confines, and its serious again. His mouth is on me — hot, insistent, like he’s starving for it. There’s no hesitation this time, no softness left. Just heat and hunger and the kind of focus that makes my head spin. He moves like he’s trying to unravel me all over again, like watching me fall apart once wasn’t enough.

His hands are firm on my hips, holding me steady, grounding me — but everything else feels unsteady, like I’m balancing on the edge of something dangerous and deep and impossibly good.

He aligns himself, and starts to push into me. He is ragged and breathless, and looks at me expectantly. He looks to me, waiting, and I nod at him, gripping his forearms. He sinks down,  the first inch makes me gasp,  and gives me a second to adjust. My body swallows him, and my whole body feels like it's on fire. Once I sigh at him, with a smile laced with enjoyment, he starts to move.

Its relentless. Gone is the sweetness of earlier, and im glad I told him off for it. His hips move in a maddening rhythm, powerful, chasing his own high. He is making the most delightful noises. Raw and guttural. Its almost not human, primal. I move my hips to change the angle, now he's reaching the most sensitive parts. I cry out, arching my back instinctively.

“Fuck, y/n," he says, "you feel so good, all for me"  his pace starts to get sloppy. I think he's going to finish when he kisses my forehead quickly, and pulls out of me suddenly. My body missing the feeling already.

He flips me onto my stomach—steady, not rough, but with a firm purpose. Before I can fully register, he props my hips up on a pillow I didn’t even see him grab. My upper body is balanced on my forearms, but then he presses my head down, making me collapse forward. Again not forcefully, but hot. God damn its hot. My hands claw at the sheets, gripping tight as the pressure pulls me deeper into the moment.

He pounds into me, the sounds of my body on his fill the room. But he doesn’t last much longer, his movements are sloppy, and softer. He finishes on my back, and he collapses on top of me, his mess sticking to his stomach.

He’s soft again, pressing gentle kisses to my face and neck, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me in the quiet, the morning after the storm. We’re both breathing heavily, the air thick with heat and something unspoken, every breath a silent confession in the dim light.

He mumbles something about getting me to cum again, but I shake the idea off. I'm content. Truly.

xxx

We lie like that for a minute, catching our breath. His hands trace softly up and down my spine, sending shivers down my body. I stare at his nightstand, the dim glow of a lone lamp casting shadows over the scattered books and half-empty water glass. The quiet between us feels heavy — filled with everything we haven’t said.

Will goes to his ensuite and returns with a towel, the soft rustle of fabric breaking the heavy silence. He wipes his mess and the sweat from my skin gently, like he’s handling something fragile. Then he leans down, kisses my forehead—quick, almost tentative—and pulls me close until I’m flush against his chest. The steady thrum of his heartbeat hums beneath my ear, grounding me in the quiet warmth of this moment.

We lie like that, tangled and still, the silence between us dense with everything we’re both too scared to say.

Finally, I break it, my voice low, cautious.

“So... what now?”

His breath catches. He doesn’t meet my eyes, instead tracing slow, lazy circles on my back with his fingers.

“Whatever now is... I guess we figure it out.”

I scoff, bitter but trying to hide it.

“Sounds like you’ve got it all sorted.”

He lets out a humorless laugh, the sound raw.

“Trust me, I don’t. But I’m not going anywhere just yet.”

I want to ask if “not going anywhere” means more than this—more than tonight—but the words stick in my throat. Instead, I settle for a safer question.

“You sure you’re okay with this? With me?”

He stiffens just a little before finally meeting my eyes. There’s something behind them—something cautious, almost vulnerable.

“I’m okay. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” The word tastes sharp on my tongue.

He shrugs, a wry half-smile flickering.

“There’s always a ‘mostly’ with us, isn’t there?”

His words hang between us, heavy and unspoken.

I know exactly what he means. George’s shadow lingers like a stain neither of us can scrub out—a secret that colors everything. It’s the invisible line we dance around, the unfinished chapter in my heart that I can’t—and maybe won’t—close. And maybe Will feels it too, a quiet ache that neither of us knows how to soothe.

I turn my head, resting it against his chest, listening to the steady beat beneath my ear.

“Don’t expect me to be ready for anything else anytime soon.”

He doesn’t press, just murmurs softly, almost like a confession:

“Neither am I.”

The words are soft, but the “not with you” lingers like a breath held too long—unspoken, but sharper than any truth we could voice.

I’m sure he hears it too—in the way my breath catches, in the tension coiled beneath his skin. Neither of us ready to say what that really means.

And somehow, that silent understanding makes the space between us less suffocating. We don’t have to admit the messy truth just yet. We can stay here, tangled in the quiet, holding onto this fragile moment as if it’s enough.

And in that fragile space between heartbeats, sleep finally claims us both.

xxx

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Suguru Geto Tries Not To Die

Reason 6 - Deserved Happiness ⋆⭒˚.⋆

School wasn’t any different from the day before. Same dull hallways. Same people. Some of them waved at Suguru as they passed by, and he offered them a smile in return.

A fake smile.

Everyone assumed he was fine—Suguru Geto, one of the strongest sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech. Calm. Reliable. Mentally sound. No one ever stopped to think there might be something wrong with him.

Because how could they tell?

How could anyone see past the practiced, easy-going grin?

They couldn’t.

Beneath that smile was a rotting mess of things Suguru never talked about. Things no one would ever guess belonged to him.

Depression. Rage. Guilt. And the worst of them all—what he did that night, what he almost couldn’t stop himself from doing.

He almost killed his parents. And he almost killed himself after that.

Who would believe it if they knew? That Suguru Geto once stood at the edge of life and tried to let go.

No one.

“Suguru, what the hell are you doing here?” a voice interrupted, yanking him out of the darkness.

He looked up and saw you standing there, peering over his stack of textbooks like you were offended by their very existence.

“It’s lunchtime,” you added, looking at the cluttered table in front of him.

Suguru raised an eyebrow. “What does it look like I’m doing? Gathering every physics book in the library to feed a herd of starving hippos? I’m studying, dipshit.”

He didn’t expect it—but you laughed.

Actually laughed.

What was wrong with you?

“That line’s gonna stick with me,” you said, and then, without waiting for an answer, you grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

“Hey—what—where are we going?” Suguru asked, resisting as you dragged him toward the library doors. “We’re not skipping class, are we?”

“We are,” you said cheerfully, glancing back at him. “Don’t look so scandalized.”

He stared at you like you had just insulted the entire Gojo clan. “Do you know what Yaga would do to me if he found out I ditched?”

“He’d probably give you a gold star for finally being interesting.” You shot him a smirk and tugged again. “Live a little, Suguru.”

Somehow... he did.

You led him through the school gates and down the street, toward a park just a few blocks away. It was usually packed with kids pretending to be older than they were—smoking in corners, skipping school like it was a career. But today, the park was empty.

Looks like everyone else was still in class.

Suguru looked around, unimpressed. “This is what we ditched school for?”

“You have high standards,” you replied, nudging his arm with your elbow.

He rolled his eyes and tugged at a strand of your hair. “You better find a way to entertain me, or I’m sneaking back into school and pretending this never happened.”

You laughed, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re really cute, Suguru.”

He froze.

His head snapped toward you so fast it could’ve been a curse reaction. “What did you just say?”

Your smile didn’t waver.

He stared, waiting for you to take it back. But you didn’t. He even pinched the inside of his wrist, just to check if he was dreaming.

Nope. Not a dream.

You called him cute.

He should’ve felt happy. Butterflies. Fireworks. That whole thing. But instead... all he felt was frustration. And guilt.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He made a deal with you. Ten days to prove that life was worth living. Company, maybe friendship, but nothing more. No flirting. No soft smiles that made his chest ache. And definitely no compliments.

“You know,” you said casually, “when a girl calls you cute, you’re supposed to say thank you.”

Suguru gritted his teeth. You were making him feel good—and he hated it. It felt wrong. With curses running rampant and sorcerers dying every day, how could he be allowed to feel warm? Or cared for? He didn’t deserve that.

“I want to go back,” he muttered, brushing past your shoulder.

He saw your expression fall from the corner of his eye. But you weren’t letting him go that easily. Your hand caught his wrist, spun him around gently.

“Did I say something wrong?” you asked.

He shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line.

You didn’t drop it. You never did. Instead, you reached up and tilted his chin, just enough to make him meet your gaze.

“What’s wrong with you, Suguru? Why the sudden mood swing?”

“You won’t understand,” he said, voice strained.

You flinched, just barely. But he saw it.

“I’ve been understanding,” you said softly, voice cracking like you didn’t mean for it to. “You think I’m just tagging along for fun?”

Your face looked so... real. Concern carved into every line. There was no teasing now. No games.

Suguru stared. Maybe—just maybe—you weren’t pretending. Maybe you weren’t being kind because you had to be.

“I just feel…” he paused, chest rising and falling with a deep breath, “happy.”

You blinked. “Isn’t that… good?”

He shook his head slowly. “No. It’s not. People are cursed. Sorcerers die every day. It’s selfish of me to feel happy. I don’t deserve to feel good.”

You didn’t say anything. Not at first.

Then, without warning, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. His body tensed up as you pressed into him—head buried in his shoulder, breath warm against his skin.

“Suguru,” you murmured, “you deserve everything. You deserve to be happy.”

For a moment, he didn’t breathe.

Then, slowly, his arms came up to wrap around you too.

Maybe, just for now... he’d believe you.

Save Suguru Geto?

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[bibi-the-pooh]

I'll just quietly be delusional for a second. Here we go. Beware, and don't judge me—I need to let this out. And please don’t comment “Don’t get your hopes up” under this one. But if you have some positive take, I’m all ears (or eyes). It just ruins the mood, and the Weyler side of this fandom is always full of woe.

Jenna never said anything about romance after her Vanity Fair interview with Elle—that was around June 2023. After that, radio silence. She only talked about how the show got bigger, bolder, scarier, etc., but never mentioned the romance aspect again. And when I say “romance,” I obviously mean Wednesday’s tumultuous connection with Tyler. I’m not talking about those gooey gooey crypt dates (no offense, Tyler), or heart-wrenching “let me smile at you when I NEVER do that to anyone but just kissed you so it seems plausible” Willowhill kisses.

At that time, she said she “got a couple of outlines for the first couple of episodes,” and—quote on quote—“I think that we’re kind of ditching any romantic love interest for Wednesday, which is really great.”

Now, why did she say “kind of”? What was there in Season 1 that would be taken into Season 2? Or rather—who was there in Season 1? I know, I know, she also said “We’re letting her be her own individual.” But I didn’t say anything about a partner. (Maybe a partner in crime—but that’s besides the point.) She can still be her own individual with a certain serial killing monster by her side… if he’s willing to cooperate, that is.

And my excuse to nitpick that wording is based on some Weylers’ insistence on nitpicking Hunter’s interview with Tom Daley. Yes, he said: “Especially for me this year, I get to play the full villain, so I feel like I’m in the Tim Burton world from the beginning.” But that doesn’t mean Tyler won’t get a redemption arc, won’t struggle with his Hyde, or that he’ll just be plain bad. What Hunter meant was that Tyler now gets to be his true self—not pretend to be a good boy and act like an innocent barista.

Judging by the time they started filming Season 2 (May 2024), A LOT could have changed over a year. I realized this after I freaked out about Hunter’s podcast—because that was also around June 2023—and wondered whether the showrunners could’ve made drastic changes about Tyler’s Hyde. I still don’t think they’d change how Hyde operates, but still. It’s brutal out there. Everyone expects him to die, quickly redeem himself and die, or become the “full villain” and die.

So far, official instagram, twitter, tiktok EVEN FACEBOOK account have all put Tyler in the spotlight. 'Bonnie and Hyde', young love revolting, "I knew you couldn't resist seeing me again." , "Keep your friends close. Keep your monsters closer","I descended upon this asylum because lunacy is far more entertaining in person.", Then there's that 'Addams Family Sneak Peek', which, for some inexplicable reason, includes only Hunter. He is inside the Addams Family house and probably shooting his scenes there (SUSPICIOUS) while saying "Season 2 has everything people loved about season 1, it's just kind of like we've turned the dial up on everything" okay but i loved weyler...HAVE YOU TURNED THE DIAL UP ON THAT TOO?

Grandmama's line "Old memories are like old corpses. They never quite seem the same...when you dig them up." proceeds to show a shot of Wednesday looking at Tyler from outside that glass cell

In this frame, she is wearing the same puffer jacket when she faced with the Hyde in Willowhill's hallway. And here:

AND HERE:

(Though here she is wearing a black hoodie inside, not a shirt. I could take this delusions to a next level and say she wore it just to give it to Tyler after he transforms back into his human form but you know...I'll shut up. Plus I don't think she'd be that generous to him. And Tyler wouldn't even fit into her oversized hoodies lol)

But seriously, why is she wearing the same jacket for three times? One is by chance. Twice is coincidence. Third one must be the pattern.

Also—is that the camping episode? Let’s assume the school is going on a camp trip. They must’ve been on their way in the morning to settle into the campsite. We know Morticia and Gomez will be there. My question is: at what point did Morticia and Wednesday have that conversation (argument?), and when did Gomez step in as a buffer between them?

Your honor, I’d like permission to ask this question: WAS IT BEFORE OR AFTER SHE RELEASED TYLER?

I repeat my stance: I don’t think they will kiss, or have a romance (at least not the conventional kind). There’s already so much going on in that freaking town. But both Gough & Millar and Jenna said they’d expanded the universe. If there’s going to be another monster (and we know there are a bunch of new villains this season—I assume one of them is Owen Painter’s character), then it makes sense. To defeat a monster, you must either become one… or make one your ally.

BUT I don’t think Wednesday will just ignore Tyler’s remarks and jabs, flash her usual “I wish I cared a little more” attitude and move on with her life. That wouldn’t be realistic. There’s so much unresolved tension between the two. And if Tyler isn’t straight-up evil (let’s be real—even if he is), there’s still a "sexual kind of compatibility" between these two. (Hunter, i love you so much for that one, and for the time you said "I would want to explore what was real between them." What a brave soul.)

Wednesday WILL care about his well-being. She knows Laurel abused and groomed him. She knows Donovan is an absentee father figure. She’s aware of Nevermore’s hypocrisy. She’ll be in that Cloud Tower; she knows it was a secluded space for Hydes, and that they closed it and banned the entire species without giving a damn about their future.

Mind you, this is the scene where Wednesday was talking about how Laurel made Tyler his slave. So you tell me Jenna accidentally teared up while filming this? Impossible.

Let's talk about how huge Wenclair fandom is:

While I do worry that Netflix might insist on keeping Wednesday single until the very end, I don’t think Wenclair will ever become canon. They make this job harder for everyone—they disturb Emma, leave middle finger emojis under Ajax’s and Bruno’s character posts on Instagram, accuse Hunter of "getting in the way of their ship," write “Hunter is gayyy, he can’t be in a straight relationship!!” (Seriously?) under every post. Their entitlement level is insane—and not in a good way.

So tell me—would it be better to cave in and give them what they want, and leave them with the belief that “we can get whatever we want by bullying people”? Or is it better to ignore their demands, stop fueling the fire, and protect the artists involved?

Because it looks like they’re doing the latter by not acknowledging any of the “Wenclair is canon!” comments.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but both Emma and Gough & Millar said they were open to exploring Wenclair’s relationship and that anything was possible. What people ignore—or choose not to see—is that G&M also said, “We will not be misdirected by fans” when they were asked about Wenclair. Instead of taking that as a sign to chill a little, they took it to the next level.

Congratu-fcking-lations. Talk about a well crafted grave digging session.

And no, I’m not lesbophobic, or whatever other label people are ready to slap on me. I’m just stating my opinion: while Wenclair is a lovely fanon ship, its logistics in canon wouldn’t be as compelling to watch as Weyler.

There are infinite possibilities for these two characters—even just as “friends.” (Though with that chemistry and banter, I can’t imagine them ever being “just friends.”)

Meanwhile, with Wenclair, they haven’t planted any kind of romantic or sexual compatibility that makes us think, “What a longing glance. What a burning desire. Omg, psychopath and sociopath? Brilliant pairing. Two sides of the same coin. Two magnets drawn to each other.”

And let’s cut the crap about “All of the cast members ship Wenclair!”, okay? I ship them, but this doesn’t mean all of us want Wenclair to become canon. My reasons are obvious enough. As for the cast, believe me when I tell you this: THEY DON’T CARE. They are doing their job. Hunter is a grown-ass man, and he sees how interesting Weyler’s relationship is, and he would like to explore it if he has a say in this. But he also knows some people want representation, and he is okay with that; he supports it. He has lived the same things as a gay man.

Jenna said, “In a perfect world, Wenclair would be a thing.” But the Addams Family world is not a perfect world. Wednesday will probably be a detective and hunt serial killers for all her life. Do you genuinely think Enid would want to jump into one danger just to be thrown into another for her entire life? What about her friends, family, pack?

Did she look like she enjoyed that girls night and that she'd absolutely want to do it again?

“I still don’t want to see Tyler. He killed people. He doesn’t deserve a redemption arc.” If you say this about a misled kid, you are just as cruel as your words. I wouldn’t want to be near you.

“So you don’t want him to face the consequences of what he has done?” We are talking about a redemption arc here ��� He’ll probably lose his father. He’ll forever be labelled as a serial-killing monster.

God forbid a girl wants to see a good half-villain in her gothic TV show.

[jellicle-chants]

Casa Mañana CATS Show Notes

I am seriously so glad I got to see this amazing show in person! I have all of my detailed song-by-song recollections under the cut, but up top I just want to shout out @miasiegert's AMAZING costume and wig work, it was such a pleasure to see the bright colors for myself (and the wigs are just so poofy y'all wouldn't believe). Congrats to the whole cast and crew for making this show come to life, it was really something special.

Before I start, I feel like I need to preface this whole thing by saying that this was my first time seeing Cats live, period, and I also only saw this show once, so if I remember something wrong it's because half the time I was desperately trying to get any actor to make eye contact with me lmao. Also if I don't mention something you're curious about, feel free to drop me an ask or just reply with whatever your question is and I'll try to answer as best as I can! I also still haven't seen all the show footage online, so IDK what's common knowledge or not. I'll put a heading for each section so you can skip around if you want.

Jellicle Songs through Invitation

Sadly, the overture had nothing special going on :(

Jellicle Songs opened with a human worker at the stockyards being watched by the cats as they came onstage one by one, before she "turned off" the lights and left

The singing only started once she left and the lights turned back on after "can you see in the dark," which I thought was a really novel and fun interpretation of the lyrics

Since the cast was limited, Jellylorum sang all of Cassandra's lines, and Jerrie and Teazer picked up the twins' as expected. (They have Jelly listed as "Jellylorum/Cassandra" in the program but it's not a split track or anything, she's just normal Jelly singing Cass' lines)

The "flying trapeze" was replaced by some sort of leather harness(?) on a rope that the actors would stick one foot in and swing on (I have no clue what it actually is but Misto uses it during his song as well. Maybe a stirrup to cat-scale?)

The boot drop was replaced with the railroad crossing light going off, which I was hoping for ever since I saw it before the show

They made the "mystical divinity" section a bit of a national anthem analog, with the actors putting hand over heart and the two big US and Texas flags coming out

Naming went pretty much as expected. I'm not really a fan of when productions overemphasize pointing out who is who and I didn't notice it here, so that was appreciated (although I did think Skimble was Plato for most of the show, so maybe I need it more than I think lol)

Jelly and Gus had a cute moment during "some for the gentlemen, some for the dames" where they did a little bow/curtsy to each other

Victoria's solo was split up among all the girls one by one, starting with her doing an abridged White Cat with a pink cowboy hat

The hat was quickly stolen by Teazer, and they had a little fight over it which Jenny had to break up (loved the bratty vibes of this moment, which was their only big interaction I noticed)

Eventually it got passed along to Demeter, who seemed hesitant to take it, but was urged on by the other girls.

Going into the invitation/Munk's monologue, Raphe played him as serious and dramatic as ever (minus the accent), which was a departure from the other actors who tended to play a bit looser and more relaxed. (Not a slight against anyone of course, it was just interesting to observe.)

Gumbie Cat

Before the song started, Munk got a little distracted with a big spool of rope he was playing with 🥺

The same thing happened with Jenny and one of the hanging string lights on the walkway at the back of the stage during his first verse, which got a big audience laugh

As the trio were getting set up, there was a little (staged) moment where Deme fell over and had to quickly sit back up, which added to the idea that she was supposed to be a new member of the tribe and a little unsure of herself

Jenny's tap costume was SO cute, and she kept the US boots on for the rest of the show, which is a good way to identify her

I was definitely surprised that the cast soft-shoeing in their boots (instead of using tap shoes) was audible from the audience, but it worked like a charm!

Munk and Jenny had a little duet at the end (not quite a tap-off like it used to be, but from what I've seen of the recent Oasis prods Munk doesn't get to tap at all :( so it was nice to have him involved)

The song ended with Jenny going "thanks, y'all!" which I am formally requesting become the button for all non-British versions of the show from now on

The Rum Tum Tugger

The staging and setup of this song was pretty much as normal, but as with all good Tugger stagings, the real gems are from the rest of the cast's reactions

Demeter was very into it and leaned over to tease Misto a couple of times, who was very flustered and kept throwing his hands over his eyes — he delivered the "terrible bore" line like he had something to prove. (I didn't know about the cast headcanon until after the show, but from what I saw, you could read his actions as romantic or "ew Dad, gross" equally easily depending on your preferences.)

Deme almost got a moment with Tugger before Bomba cut in on her

At some point Jenny snuck back onstage to "nap" through the rest of the song

Surprisingly, they didn't go with the overexcited kitten gag — I thought it would've fit great with the setting, but I'm sure they had a good reason to cut it out

Grizabella

Rumpleteazer was the last one of the kittens to approach Grizabella (she was a little more timid, I think she was meant to be one of the youngest) and Griz delivered the first verse of her song directly to her as she was shivering in fear on the ground in front of her. Afterwards, she ran over to hide with her brother — I also saw Jenny huddled over Misto and Victoria

Old Deut made a surprise appearance to lead Griz out with a handkerchief over his hand (which I thought was about the "no touching" thing but he also did it at the end, so I'm a little puzzled about that)

Bomba put her hand on Deme's shoulder for comfort as she was leaving

Bustopher Jones

This song was literally so funny, y'all. They made up for the lack of lyric changes (none of the place names were changed) with a bunch of physical humor and gags that were pitch-perfect to the Texas vibe

Everybody was split up into little groups that each wanted to give Bustopher their food (or at least Jerrie and Teazer, who had the corn dogs, really did)

The first thing he picked up was a Whataburger cup from Munkustrap — for those not in the know, Whataburger has basically the same cultural relevance in Texas as In-n-Out has in California, except you can only get it in-state

I'm so sad I got spoiled about the Real Corn Dogs, because watching him take a bite out of them onstage(!!!) was a thrilling experience

Mungojerrie & Rumpleteazer

The song started started with them coming out from behind the cat wanted posters on either side of the stage and sneaking towards the middle (including a moment where Jerrie stuck only his leg out from behind a post which was a great image)

Their solo costumes (raggedy overalls with a bunch of mismatched patches) were so cute

Behind the low wall at about mid-stage were a couple of trampolines which the actors used to do fun tricks and bounce in time to the music. I get the feeling the actors weren't as acrobatic (or the cowboy costumes/boots didn't allow that) so this was a great way to introduce some big energy to the number in a different way

After getting off the trampoline, they did a bit sitting on the edge of the wall where they stacked their legs threaded over each other (I'm bad at describing it but it's like when you and a friend try to stack your fists/hands alternating between each other)

At the end they pulled out a barrel and laid it on its side — both my sister and I thought they were going to walk around on top of it, but instead they made a seesaw with it which was also fun

The barrel ended up having some kind of illusion from which they pulled two big foam cowboy hats (in Texas colors of course). Honestly I'm still not sure how they pulled it off

Surprisingly, there were no loot bags (I think they were supposed to be more like rascals or kids goofing off and trespassing than actual thieves), so they skipped the playoff entirely

I think this was one of my favorite songs of the whole show. I really like this song when the actors are doing something every beat, and I honestly don't mind big props/gimmicks like these as long as they don't take up the whole song. This version threaded that needle really well and it was a great time!

Old Deuteronomy through the Jellicle Ball

Not much to say about Old Deut's song. I did notice a lyric change to "married nine wives" but I think that seems to be par for new shows post-2019?

After the pre-ball Macavity scare, Misto and Vic were huddled together downstage right and Sillabub downstage left to segue into the Song of the Jellicles

Tugger got the line "Jellicle cats are rather small" because there was no Alonzo, but otherwise I didn't make notes on who got which line

The ball had a lot more partner dancing than usual (no lifts unfortunately), which fit the theme really well! I don't know much square dancing lingo but I definitely saw them do a grand left and right at one point, I'm sure there was a lot more but I was too awed to really be picking things apart lol

They did pantomime tipping cowboy hats (which I hate a lot less than the weird crown pantomime Andy came up with, mostly because it's already a thing in Western dancing)

I think at one brief pause there was a small Skimble/Victoria moment? (This may have contributed a lot to the Plato mixup lmao)

There was a whole section where Old D stepped down and everyone was trying to reach for his handkerchief as he waved it around (and yeah, still don't know what was happening with that whole thing, sorry y'all 😅)

At the end of the ball (I think at the "Ecstasy" cue if you're familiar with Gillian's choreo names) the lights swept up over the audience like a field of stars and it was honestly the most magical moment ever

Memory (first time) through Moments of Happiness

For some reason in my program they have "Grizabella: The Glamour Cat" listed as "Entry of Grizabella" and Glamour Cat moved down to where this first Memory iteration goes, which gave me false hope that they were going to do the Jelly reprise. Very mean >:(

Before Griz came out, Old Deut almost presented Victoria with the pink cowboy hat from the white cat solo (which I think means she was about to be the Choice), but then she saw Griz coming and everyone got scared away

I feel like there was an extra 8 or 16 counts of dancing music for Griz before the song started, during which she did part of the partner dance choreo from the ball by herself :(

They used "silence" instead of "midnight" which I'm so mad about (ALW I'm gonna get my revenge one day just you wait old man)

Korie is such a beautiful singer, like he really fits the role to a T. Very old-school brassy bari/bass voice, a lot like Ken Page

Since there were no twins, Sillabub just got up and sang on her own, but it wasn't that jarring

At the end of the song, Rumpleteazer got a little sad and slid over to snuggle up at Old D's feet

Gus the Theatre Cat

Before you ask, yes, I did cry a little at this song (knowing that Michael had played Gus before back during the first Broadway run made me tear up, ok?)

Before the song started, Jelly gathered all of the kittens in front of her (unfortunately with the way the blocking ended up Gus was right between us and her for a lot of the song, but he had a much bigger stage presence than replica Guses so it wasn't a big loss)

As Jelly was beginning the first verse, Gus came onstage with a guitar, which he fake-played throughout his verses

Munk got to be Gus' friend at the pub, and they had real beer bottle props which was literally the cutest thing ever

During Gus' verses Michael sang with a much more lyrical tone than normal (as in he was really singing, not talk-singing), and the country accent really fit well with his song

At the Firefrorefiddle part Munk came back and handed Gus an actual fiddle, and how has NOBODY done this before??? It was literally so perfect y'all (I don't think the instrumentation was even changed but it just felt like the exact right thing)

I remembered to check back in on the kittens during their little moment, Rumpleteazer was aptly offended/embarrassed

One of the best lyric changes was definitely "in the days when Hank Williams reigned," I have a feeling if they could have changed more they would but alas

Between the end of the normal song and the lead-in to P&P, Gus ate up the applause (there was a lot!) and sang the next verse like it was an encore

Pekes and Pollicles

Not sure if this is as expected, but Gus sang "the awesome battle" instead of awful (and there was the "heathen" to "foreign" change that I've discussed elsewhere)

Before getting into full Rumpus Cat gear, Gus was dressed as a football referee (complete with real working whistle that he used a couple of times). He also did a coin flip during one of the early verses to decide which cornhole team would throw first

Yes, the actors were really playing cornhole onstage, and they were quite good at it too! I assume a lot of practice was involved lol

During the first barking sequence, Rumpleteazer was on her hands and knees playing one of the dogs and literally jumping off the ground barking, it was so silly-looking

Jenny played the police dog, complete with beer bottle. I think she was off to one corner fake-drinking for most of the song

I think the whole Little Tom Pollicle section was cut, including the bagpipes section

When the Rumpus Cat came out, the "dogs" flipped up the cornhole boards to hide behind. I also spotted Jenny as the police dog with a white-knuckle grip on her beer lmao

All in all, it was a very fun version of the song and I didn't even mind so much that it was moved out of its original spot in the show because it was SO goofy silly

Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat

This staging was a little less dynamic than the normal, they made the fake train very early on in the song and then just basically stayed there the whole time. Skimble was bouncing around as normal though

The train's "smokestack" spouted real steam at one point, which was really cool

Misto and Jelly were the card-players, complete with real oversized cards. At one point Skimble stopped to look at both of their hands and swapped some of their cards to complete the game, which I think is just *chef's kiss* perfect characterization for him

Instead of the fake train falling apart at "Skimbleshanks would help them to get out," there was a gag where Jelly was almost falling over and Skimble had to rush over and help her catch her balance

Macavity (scare, song, and fight)

Macavity used a literal lasso to kidnap Old D

This was totally just a personal thing, but I was definitely thrown off at first by the hard-T American pronunciation of Macavity

I can't remember if this happened here or somewhere else, but I feel like I should mention that at one point Bomba slid into a split so smoothly that I didn't even process it was happening until she was all the way down in it 😅

The fight was much different than normal — everyone got in on fighting Mac. I remember Bomba got a big moment getting him in the stomach before he got away

Instead of the jumper cables, Mac swiped at the "Cattlemen" sign and took out all of the lights except the ones that said "Cat"

After the fight, Deme and Bomba took a beat to clean each other off with some casual acrobatics

Magical Mister Mistoffelees

One change I thought was really sweet was at the beginning of the song, the rest of the cast were really disbelieving of Tugger and rolling their eyes at his claims, which I think pairs well with the cast headcanon

For our performance, Misto was not wearing the brown jacket he had in the promo videos — he may have had a black vest on or just his normal chorus outfit, but he still had his sheriff star :)

They had a couple of cans for Misto to knock over as part of his sharpshooting bit, but no squibs or anything onstage

During the "curled up" line, Misto went and cuddled with Vic for a second

There was a moment post-conjuring turns where the actor did a one-handed cartwheel with the toy gun still in his hand and I was just the tiniest bit afraid for his life (he pulled it off though!!!)

Instead of having a volunteer, they just had two people hold an old blanket that they used to cover Old D from one of the wings back to center stage

Misto looked away like he does sometimes after the Old D trick, but sadly they didn't get to hug after :(

During the final chorus Rumpleteazer got back on the trampoline and was bouncing along to the music

Rather than slowly making the spotlight disappear like in some productions, Misto shot it out before making his exit which was a cute touch

Memory (Reprise)

After Munk's monologue, Old D was ready to make Gus the choice, which this time was represented by a spotlight casting a circle on the ground. I was ready to be disappointed about the whole "wrong cat died" situation, but I was pleasantly surprised when Gus stepped back and invited Griz into the spotlight to make her case, it felt like a really good resolution to the issue some people have with that point

Right after Gus gave up the spotlight, he and Jenny had a little mimed conversation where she seemed a little upset/confused at what he did

Jackie did great as Grizabella — you could definitely tell she had played Elphaba in the past too lol

Interestingly, there were a couple of moments where it almost seemed like Skimble would be the first cat to touch Griz after her song, but he ended up backing off so that Vic could give her the pink cowboy hat :)

Journey through Ad-dressing

My sister and I were speculating before the show started where Griz was going to leave the stage (there wasn't a lot of infrastructure up above the stage itself so we were curious), and it ended up being the piece of scaffolding with "Mule Alley" written on it! Totally unexpected

I wish I had caught more of the cast interactions during this song, but I did definitely notice Bomba and Gus arm in arm

Old D was much more lively and light-hearted during The Addressing of Cats than normal (again, really reminding me of Ken Page's Deuteronomy, but even more jovial. I think there's footage of this so if you haven't gone to check it out definitely do!)

Not quite a lyric change, but the address in question was changed to something pronounced more like "aw, cat"

And that's about it for the show! Like I said at the top, feel free to send me asks if there's any part of the show you'd like to know more about! I tried not to assign romantic/platonic designations to any of the pairs throughout the show because it went by much too fast to tell one from the other (which is basically my way of saying go wild with it, y'all — the cast certainly sure have!).

[tubborucho]

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"You weren't here on Thursday".

Pangi doesn't even take a step inside when he starts talking, and Lukey sends him a deadpan look, but can't help but smile widely immediately after.

"That's because I don't work here on Thursdays, obviously".

"Well, how could I have known that, hm?" Pangi walks up to the counter and leans in on it, raising his sunglasses up, and Lukey meets his gaze now.

"You could've, you know, asked me. That was an option", Lukey lets lighthearted sarcasm drip into his voice, and he leans on the counter as well, matching Pangi's energy.

"Na-aha", Pangi shakes his head. "You should've told me. I am your most loyal and handsome customer. Also I am 6ft tall, humble and feminist".

Lukey laughs. Bright and loud.

"Okay, okay, I will let you win this one", he barely manages to say through giggling.

Pangi looks at him with a very smug expression, and Lukey finds that he kind of likes that look on him.

"What did you want anyway? Newt said your godson loved the bouquet?"

Pangi lights up, when his godson – was it Dapper? – is mentioned.

"Oh yeah. He is not the biggest into flowers, it would more go to my friend's goddaughter, but he likes classifications and interesting facts about stuff and collecting plants, so it worked".

"He seems like a good kid", Lukey's smile softens, and so does Pangi's.

"He is. A huge bully, though. So mean to me sometimes", his voice and entire facial expression are soaking with affection, and Lukey decides that actually, maybe he likes that better than the smug look.

"Yeah, kids can be like that", Lukey agrees. "I am not anyone's godfather, but one of my close friends has a daughter, and she is a blast".

"Speaking of", Pangi's gaze leaves Lukey for the first time in however long they have been chatting, "I actually do need another bouquet, a big one. A really big one, because I am a few days late. Your fault, by the way, you let me down on Thursday by not being here".

"What?" Lukey spits out, incredulous. The audacity of this guy. "Don't blame me for your shortcomings! Newt was here, and he was perfectly able to help you!"

Pangi shakes his head in joking exasperation.

"No-no. You are the person who sells me flowers now. Your job. So sell me some flowers, Lukey Lucas".

Lukey just sighs.

"Okay. What do you need?"

"My godson's godmother said that if I am not going to get her a bouquet as well, she will tell my most embarrassing secrets to everyone", Pangi lowers his voice at the end, like this is a scary secret as well. Lukey chimes in by playing ip his facial reactions too. "And she is the meanest woman to exist, let me tell you. I don't even know what embarrassing secrets I supposedly have, but I don't doubt she will find some".

"Damn, that's serious, dude", Lukey barely holds back laughter to not break the bit. "Don't worry, your favourite florist will save the day once again".

"My hero", Pangi goes into the anime voice, and it breaks Lukey into a giggling fit once again.

But he does get out from behind the counter and almost bumps into Pangi, who moves out of his way the last second. A bit awkward, and Pangi sends him a look. Lukey doesn't really understand what this look means.

"I assume we are going the 'overcompliment her' route?"

"Yes, yes. I need her to like me on the next family and friends hang out".

Lukey hums in understanding, and quickly makes a bouquet.

He did read a couple of flower meanings and histories books that Newt had over the weekend, so the solution came easy.

Pink lilies. Pink amaryllises. White carnations. And Queen Anne's Lace to fill it up properly. The bouquet looks very princess-like and puffy.

"Here. Admiration, friendship, playful love, good luck wishes and protection. Should be adorable enough to buy you some points in her eyes. Or do you want to go a more romantic route?" he asks casually and almost gets startled than Pangi goes into a coughing fit.

"No!" he exclaims between coughs, chocked on air, and Lukey did not expect to startle the guy so bad. "God no, completely platonic. I think Tina would kill me if I ever even insinuated anything else, and frankly, I support her in that", Pangi shakes his head violently.

Lukey raises his brows but doesn't go further.

"Just checking. Is this good then?"

"Perfect, as always", Pangi grabs the bouquet from Lukey's hands nervously, which is stupid, because he will need to give it back anyway so he can wrap it properly and tie with a ribbon.

"Then, let's check you out".

"Oh, you can check me out anytime", Pangi winks, not quite escaping the chaotic anxious energy Lukey accidentally created in him. However, fake flirting is a game Lukey can play well enough.

"Oh, I will", he promises, his voice deep and meaningful, which earn him a startled but excited smile out of Pangi. "But now about this bouquet".

(When Pangi leaves, Lukey finds himself wishing he would stay just a bit longer).

It's a normal day at the 'Poppy of the valley' flower shop.

Well, normal by Mondays standards, because it's the only day Lukey works a shift here to give Newt – the owner and his very best friend/roommate – a day off (that he would otherwise refuse to take).

He accepts the supply of chrysanthemums, asters and anemones, wraps a couple of random bouquets for the showcase and sells two kids a rose for their mom's birthday. Overall, Lukey is dying of boredom, because practically nobody needs flowers on Monday at 11am at the start of April.

That until a guy slams the door open, finds Lukey behind the counter and crosses the shop in two seconds to forcefully place a twenty euros banknote in front of him.

"How do I say 'Fuck you, I hope you die' with flowers?"

or, I decided to try to write a Pangkey Flowershop AU as a reblog thread fic

[apollonia4]

Hey there! Can you write about the brothers and a gn!MC who can see the souls of living beings? I imagine it's a spell Solomon taught them, where they have to close their eyes and focus on the person in front of them to see it. But when they open their eyes? They tell the brothers just how beautiful their soul was, with a genuine smile and kind tone, almost in reverence. May or may not offer to draw what they saw lol

Hi there, thank you for requesting! This is a really interesting idea.

See your soul ☆

Solomon taught MC a spell that makes it possible for them to see the brothers's souls. Here's how it goes.

Genre: fluff, gn¡MC, established relationship (separate, not poly).

Lucifer:

☆ The first born brother was known to lock himself up in his study for hours on end, the other housemates not hearing a word from him. In these times you were his beacon of hope, the lighthouse he could follow. So you decided to pay him a visit per your tradition.

He didn't look up from his papers, knowing who had visited him. "Hello MC, I suppose your reasoning for being up this late hour is the same as ever?" he said teasingly, but tenderness did not leave his voice for one word. You only hummed in agreement while making your way to his desk. Upon reaching it, you leaned on the edge.

You watched him carefully, your thoughts occupied with the spell Solomon taught you lately. It made it possible to see the souls of living beings. Choosing to test it out you remembered what your master told you: "Just focus on the chosen person and try to feel their energy, open your inner eyes". You followed his instructions and there it was. His soul was overwhelming in it's regality but..troubled. It seemed obscured by a dark cloud, a heavy burden, something holding back his natural light. Feeling troubled by the supressed shine he never let anyone show you extended your arm to hold it, as if your touch would heal the wound. "Darling MC? What are you doing?" Your eyes snapped open and to your surprise your hand was actually on his chest, right where you wanted to reach. You smilled, not moving an inch. "Your soul...it's beautiful.." he certainly didn't expect to hear this, his eyes widening for a second before softening like they rarely have. He took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, planting a loving kiss on top of it. "I am honored. If it's really how you say then it seems my soul has found a match."

Mammon:

☆ The Avatar of Greed has finished another one of his modeling sessions and was excited to take you out with the money he just earned. More than spending cash on his own bussiness, buying himself shiny jewlery he enjoys doing all of these things for you. So after he came back home he proposed to you with the idea of coming out to town with him for shopping and something to eat. You agreed and soon you were both on your way. You two always had a great time together, your presence alone being the only thing making the dullest things fun.

You finished the night with a long car ride where you accidentally fell asleep. Mammon didn't seem to care that much because when you opened your eyes you found yourself tugged in a blanket, the car stopped somewhere on the hill. "Sorry...how long did I sleep?" you said, rubbing your eyes. "Uhh not more than 20 minutes, why?" You looked around, the area around you was stunning, with a forest on the right and the bright city of Devildom shining not too far away in distance. You don't know why but a spell you recently learned came to your mind and you'd be damned if you didn't use the opportunity you have right now. In order to see Mammon's soul you had to close your eyes and because of that, he thought you had fallen asleep again. He tried nudging you awake but you took his hand and only shushed him briefly. There it was. Glowing, golden and despite all he's been through, still so pure and comforting. "Well...tell me one thing more beatiful than this view" you teased, smile on your face. He reciprocated the expression "..You!" he said, trying to cover up his blush with his glasses. You laughed and gently pulled them up from his face. "I was thinking your soul" your voice was so gentle and loving and the comment so wholesome that you could've sworn you saw him tear up a little. He hugged you "..but ya gotta admit you come pretty close don't ya treasure".

Leviathan:

☆ You and Levi were in the middle of your game nights that happened every 2 days or so. Your boyfriend was recently locked in a fantasy rpg game and you were now helping him choose a team for his traveler. You went on a long discussion about which warriors or wizards would go well with Leviathan's MC and had quite a lot of fun while doing so. Now all you had left was the last companion and as it turned out, it was a really tough call. You had to pick between an renowned knight and a healer mage. "Sooo, this one has some pretty sick fighting skills which would he beneficial for my team. Buuut on the other hand, she's a healer, and I don't have one. PLUS she can see souls so she's really an expert in her domain" as Levi was ranting, an idea came to your mind. The mage has reminded you of a spell you recently practiced with Solomon.

To see people's souls is not an easy move to do but your power allowed you to pull of that spell. "How about this, I'll perform a quick spell and I'll give you my answer on which characer will be better. Deal?" He looked at you, eyes full of curiosity but also a bit of concern. A spell?? You smiled and took his hands in yours, he was about to stutter out a question but you closed you eyes and he couldn't help but watch with curioisity. His soul was so unique, very different from the others you've seen. It was repressed by his deeply rooted fear of judgement but no less gorgerous. Masked behind all that insecurity and uncertainty it was welcoming. Just the right kind of vibe for a healer.

"The Mage's perfect for your team Levi." You said opening your eyes. "H-how do you know??" He asked shyly. You squeezed his hands lightly and smiled even wider than before "Your soul matches the character. In my opinion at least, it's beautiful!". The color of Levi's face was becoming more red by the second and when he finally snaped out of it he gently separated his hands from yours. "The mage it is, MC."

Satan:

☆ One of your and Satan's favorite activities was learning and practicing new spells. He wasn't a sorcerer and not all power was avaliable to him sure but like you but he still enjoyed magic, after all knowledge is power. This way he could also help you become better, you'd have two practicing partners, not just one. You were now chilling in a library, having a conversation about a spell Solomon taught you lately. More precisely one that makes it possible for you to see someone's soul. The place was already closed for the night, the lights now dim and the ambient somehow even more quiet than usual.

"So, would you mind testing it on me? I'm curious on how my soul looks..though you don't have to do it I know it'll probably be unpleasant.." he fiddled his fingers around the bookmark he was holding, avoiding your gaze. He was curious but the fear of making you uncomfortable was holding him back. "Hey..no don't say that. We can try, I can always stop the spell." You stood up from your seat and patted him gently on the head. Closing your eyes you focused on the instructions your teacher has given you previously. Once you could see his soul you couldn't help but feel...pity. It wasn't unpleasant, it was amazing, passionate and full of depth. But despite all those things, there was a hidden saddness in it, the type that aches the heart. Satan must've noticed this because he quickly shrugged away from your touch. "I knew it." he furrowed his eyebrows. "No no it's not what you think. Your soul is so beautiful but so wounded. I felt it, I understood it." Satan blushed deep. And he made you tell him in detail what you saw after using the spell.

Asmodeus:

☆ It seems Asmo did not have a good day today because when he came home he bolted straight to his room, not bothering speaking to anyone. You noticed of course, how could you not recognize one of your partner's most common sulking symptoms. So, after dinner (which he didn't show up to) you went to his room to confront and comfort him like you used to. No matter what people thought, Asmodeus's confidence wasn't so unwavering and he was quick to take offense. You knocked on his door but didn't wait for an answer knowing you didn't need one with him.

The room was almost complitely dark, lit only by the vanity and the candles on the table. Asmodeus was present in the form of a bulge under his sheets. You approached him and sat at the edge of the bed. "Soooo what's up love?" you started, resting a hand on his shoulder. As soon as he felt your touch he sprung out from the blankets and lept into your lap. "Oh MC! These demons are so rude, so cruel! Tell me, why does a person as stunning and successful as me has to deal with them??!" He ranted. You sighed and started lightly brushing his hair, fingers combing through his champagne hair. "What did they do now?" you asked gently. Asmodeus wouldn't give you a response but you didn't pry. You just kept caressing him, hoping he would open up soon enough. After a couple minutes he started talking "They said that all there is to me is my beauty. That I'm good for nothing but flirting and pleasure, they said I was boring!" Your heart ached at his words. You stopped your affection now cupping his face. "Asmo." You said in a stern but loving voice "Listen to me, you do not listen to these pathetic excuses for a demon. These are lies said by people who don't even know you! But I know you and I can say you are beautifull on the outside" he tried interrupting you but you draped your thumb over his lips "and on the inside. Come on, let me prove it to you" you closed your eyes and gathered all your focus on performing the spell Solomon taught you. Asmo's soul was breathtaking. It was shiny beyond measure, so unique and creative. It was like a piece of art made by the most renowned painter. You opened your eyes to you lover's confused face "What did you do?" he asked. "I saw your soul. Solomon taught me a spell. It's more beatiful than any jewel I've ever seen, I was right." He squealed and propped himself up to pepper your face with kisses all over. "Oh, MC. You always say and do the best things, you know?"

Beelzebub:

☆ Beelzebub was not one to practice magic with you as he himself was not really interested in that kind of stuff. He loved seeing you do it, yes but to actually participate was rare of him. You had just came back home from your post class lesson with Solomon. Today he taught you a spell that you found particulary interesting. The only problem was, you didn't manage to pull it of then and you were rather worried about it. You were a very ambicious person and seeing a simple spell just turn it's back on you made your mood grumpy. Beel noticed that when at dinner you were especially brutal to the food with your knife and fork. He could sense that you were angry and frustrated and perhaps even a little bit sad but he couldn't quite put a finger on what had you so agitated. In the evening he decided to visit your room to find out what's going on. You were sitting by your desk when he came in, studying the same spell you failed many times today.

"What's that?" He asked approaching you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Uh it's a spell I've been...practicing today. But it didn't work out, I couldn't do it so now I'm trying to get a grip of it". He looked at the book you were studying. "Do you..need some help? I know I don't do this often but.." you turned around and smiled at him, nodding slightly. You moved to your bed so you could have a bit more space and comfort. You tried the spell again, another fail. Your boyfriend could see that you were getting nowhere with this mood. "Sh be calm MC, I think what you need is the right approach" saying that, he took your hands in his and squeezed them. "Try again" he was almost demanding. You could see he really wanted to see your success. You tried again as he said, this time it worked. His soul was very inviting, warm. It burned with passion and love but one thing got you nervous. Particulary a void in the middle of it. It was almost consuming your happiness that came with the spell being performed efficiently. You broke away from the spell and before Beel could say anything you hugged him tight, face nuzzling into his neck. "See, I knew you could do it".

Belphegor:

☆ You and Belphie watched stars together. Like a lot. It was your escape from the daily chaos, a quiet place where you could both be yourselves and nobody judged you for it. You were laying on the mattress in the planetarium, your lover telling you stories about the constellations. He had a whole collection of them and he always surprised you with telling you another one that you haven't heard yet. The Devildom sky was similiar to the human world but the view on the stars wasn't obscured by the air pollution and there was something so comforting about it. It felt very nostalgic, like you were always meant to see this. If there was one thing Belphie could've stopped his sin for, it was you. When you spent time together, he rarely fell asleep before you, holding on a little longer just so he could watch your sleeping face and make sure your dreams are pleasant.

Watching the stars you somehow remembered a spell that your master taught you. It was a soul seeing spell and you didn't know why you thought of it now, maybe because you associated him with the night sky so much. "Hey Belphie? Can I...try out a spell I've been practicing??" he looked at you, full of curiocity. "..sure. Do what you must." You smiled and took his hand in yours, it was easier this way. Belphegor's soul was infact not that much different from the starry sky. It was dark and mysterious, almost eerie but above all calm. You could see signs of suffering in it but it wasn't a raging storm anymore. It gave you a strange sense of comfort and safety. You opened your eyes, your gaze shifting upwards yet again "It's beautiful, kinda like this." you said pointing to the sky. He chuckled at your cute action "what is MC?"

"Your soul" Your words had clearly stunned him for he did not say anything, only scooting closer to you and burrying his head in your chest. "It's nice to hear that, though I can't say I wouldn't like to see your soul too.."

It's donneeee, I'm sooo sorry I it took me so longg💔

[oacest]

Interview with Live Forever doc director John Dower, March 2003

How did you go about securing interviews with the main players in the mid-1990s music scene?

At the start we made a pact that we wouldn't do the film without the holy trinity of Damon Albarn, Jarvis Cocker and the Gallagher brothers. At some times I wanted to break it but we made that pact. To get them all into the film took a combination of relentless begging and stalking. It took a while, around four to five months, but we expected it to. We had to shut down the production for two months at one point and I was doing car boot sales to survive!

It helped that John Battsek had won an Oscar, as it shows your credibility as film makers. It was not just Channel 4 ringing them up saying: "We're doing a clips show on 1995 and we've got a hole that needs feeling." None of them were ever 'keen' to do the film but we got there in the end. I'm sure they all did it just so that we would go away and stop bugging them.

Noel was brilliant, after a long time of speaking to his manager he finally came into to see us and he saw the Oscar, picked it up and said: "The only reason I'm talking to you is because you've got an Oscar, I'm that fucking shallow."

Did you have any diva style demands or strange requests before people would agree to do the film?

There were no strange requests, I've not really worked with celebrities before but I was expecting some J-Lo style demands. There was absolutely nothing like that.

Noel was so good that he agreed to be interviewed twice, because he enjoyed the first one so much. He even flew himself to Glasgow, where Oasis were discovered, for the second chat. When John did his last documentary it was hard for him to get access to the people he wanted, so for Noel to fly himself up to Scotland meant a lot. Jarvis walked to the interview we did with him. In fact the only thing anyone asked for was Damon requesting a fried egg sandwich.

Have your opinions changed on any of the stars you talked to, and if so how?

I never had an opinion on any of them, I just liked their music, but there is a public perception. When I met them I found them very different to how most people would imagine.

There is a tendency to portray Noel as this dour and morose Mancunian, Liam as a yob, Damon as a middle class ponce and Jarvis as a geek. But in reality Noel is one of the sharpest and funniest men in this country, and I think that comes across in the film. And Liam is, well, Liam - he is utterly bizarre, a mixture of odd surrealness and friendliness. Damon is a very thoughtful individual too.

Who was the hardest person to interview and why?

Definitely Liam. He turned up and for about the first twenty minutes of the interview he just sat there without really saying anything. I stopped the interview and said: "I don't want to be funny but I am actually finding this really intimidating. You're just not saying anything, it's silence." He replied, "I fucking like silence I do, it gives you time to think." But he warmed up after that and he is a very nice guy, he even gave me a big cuddle at the end.

The thing with Liam is he doesn't care, he is genuinely not interested. That is quite a big deal in these celebrity obsessed times, where people are so conscious about their image. Liam simply does not give a damn and that's why people love him.

The Gallagher brothers come across very well in the film but Damon seems to be holding a lot back, even after all these years. Is this how it seemed to you?

Yeah, I think so. But Damon got a kicking in the mid 1990s, he was stereotyped as the middle class arty pantomime villain. Only in Britain could two bands going against each other be turned into class war. It was quite tricky and painful for him to go over all these things again, it wasn't a particularly pleasant time. He sold lots of records and got to travel the world but he was one who got the kicking. But ironically through Gorillaz Damon is the one who has gone on to break America.

Have the main stars seen the film and what have their reactions been?

We showed the film to Damon and Noel. Damon said he wouldn't sign the release form to give his permission to appear before he'd seen it. He didn't want any editorial control, and nor would we give it, but he'd been stitched up in the past and wanted to check we hadn't done that. When he came to see the film, he definitely found a lot of it quite difficult to watch. He didn't have to do the film and as he said himself, "I suppose once again I'm going to have to take a kicking from Noel." But he told me he was pleased that he came across as human in the film and that was all he cared about. I have a lot of respect for Damon.

Noel saw it and laughed a lot. He didn't enjoy the stuff about him going to No 10 Downing Street for drinks with Tony Blair and cringed all the way through that bit. Noel's attitude to Damon changed after he saw the movie, it was quite beautiful really. They don't like each other and there is no getting away from that but I think he was quite surprised at how badly Damon had been effected. Noel spent a lot of time watching the film jeering at Damon, especially in the section about the Blur v Oasis battle, but later on he went quite quiet. And afterwards he was like, "fuck man, what's happened to Damon?"

I don't think Liam's seen it, in fact I don't think Liam even remembers being in it!

Jarvis has moved to Paris but he has seen the film and I hear that he enjoyed it.

What is your favourite part of the film and what were your personal highlights while making it?

That is a tricky one. I suppose the highlight for me making it was meeting Wonderwall. It came at the end of four days travelling around the country and we were pretty knackered. And then we got into the studio with those guys and just wet ourselves laughing!

It was also lovely to meet people like Liam and Noel. I genuinely liked Noel, he was a gentlemen and very funny, he is someone I would like to hang out with. Watching the film back the highlight has to be the bit when I have to explain to Liam why people think he is androgynous and what it means. At the time it was quite intimidating and I thought he was going to get up and give me a slap when I explained to him why he had feminine qualities. It ends up, typical Liam, in a surreal outcome when he declares that, "I take care of my hair."

Full interview/source here. Doc can be seen here.

[coffinclownery]

Thinking about this scene where Ashley went on a date only to be a no-show. It's not dramatic or traumatic or tense. It's not a groundbreaking moment, nothing big is revealed. It's quiet and reflective.

We just spent the previous minute with Andrew going into Girl Dad Mode about to rescue his oh-so-innocent sister daughter from the guy with the douchiest hat in the world, only for that fantasy to be dashed by Ashley not following expectations. She ditched the guy before the date even started. She only agreed to it because her "friends" (she put friends in quotes) talk about boys all the time. She's not sad because her feelings were hurt, or that she feels guilty for ditching. She's sad because...I don't think she even knows why.

It also goes against a lot of presumptions about Ashley shared around. Folks imagined that if other guys have been interested a few thing would happen:

1 - Andrew would immediately put up a barrier before they even had a chance as the "protective" older brother/dad figure. This part's absolutely true, but here we see a scenario where Ashley didn't need to be protected. This goes completely against how Andrew often views Ashley as both defenseless and unable to make her own decisions without screwing up, especially in their current predicament where Ashley's hanging with the yarn ball demon.

2 - Ashley isn't interested in other men or anyone else for that matter, only Andrew, so she'd just off highhandedly refuse anyone else's pursuits or not even register them flirting. While she wasn't interested in the boy himself, she was genuinely trying to impress her friends by going out with one. And it didn't involve Andrew at all.

I think we forget that before the pandemic Ashley did try to be with other people. While Andrew wants to be liked by others for convenience and maintaining normalcy, Ashley wanted to be liked because she's lonely. She doesn't necessarily like them, but she prefers being with them over being alone.

We see Renee in Andrew's nightmares and flashbacks constantly telling him that he's all Ashley has, that no one else will care for Ashley like he does, and how this warped Andrew's feelings into only being able to love Ashley. But in this scene I think we see how this affected Ashley's own mindset. Because just as Andrew was told no one would care for her except him, so was Ashley. And this lead to her being unable to truly connect with anyone else, just like him. She tried to go on a date to impress her friends, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't care enough, and it upsets her.

While Andrew fought back against the feeling he could only ever be with Ashley tooth and nail due to his lovesickness, I think Ashley had already quietly accepted that she can't truly connect with anyone other than Andrew by this point. She just kept trying to have friends because she was aware she couldn't be with him all the time.

And then her so-called friends abandoned her to starve just like her parents, and Andrew was the only one left. Renee said that Andrew's the only one who could care for Ashley, and the world proved her right.

I don't know, unfortunately my brains currently frying in a heat wave so I feel like I'm not fully articulating why this scene is so impactful. So here's the baton, discuss how you saw this scene.

[eeveesanddragons]

Some more S2 Redemption thoughts about Sophie and Harry and Eliot.

Eliot's poking Sophie a lot about her past, this is her redemption season of course - but I think he's thinking about Nate

Nate, not telling them crucial information that results in him going to prison. Nate, who let his guilt eat him alive. Nate, who pushed them time and again into situations that could have gone a lot worse than they had so many times.

And Eliot trusts Sophie, he loves Sophie in his own way. He looks to her and sees a friend, a peer, a colleague, but not someone ruthless the way Nate was, which throws him when he talks to her old crew. She's always been the one looking out for the team, and both of them put themselves between Nate and the rest of the team (depending on who was standing up to him at the time).

He's wondering if he's going to have to put himself between Sophie and the others the same way. He's watching the same signs.

And Harry's right, in that Sophie's self doubt and guilt is impacting her at points through this season. And I think he balances her out in a way that Eliot doesn't, can't. Harry's guilt mirrors Sophie's, in a strange way, and he calls it out in the same way she calls him out.

Eliot's there, ready to step in if there's a fall out and to protect Parker and Breanna the same way he did way back when, but Harry's there and giving her a place without the expectations of the rest of the team. She couldn't talk about this with anyone else but him.

I think the dynamic of having Harry and Eliot be two sides of the same Sophie-Support-System coin is really interesting. They both care about her.

Eliot and Sophie are a devastating duo, they read each other like a book but there's secrets that neither of them will ever admit to each other. Putting the two of them in the room with Bligh at the end of S1 is one of my favourite Redemption scenes, because they're lethal in their own ways and it shows.

Harry and Sophie though, I think Harry pulls on Sophie's conscience and teases out the things she already knows but doesn't want to say, and vice versa. This is someone who doesn't have years of history and pretense with her, he doesn't have a set idea of who she is and so he's a lot less daunting to have a heart to heart with.

I got off track here, but watching the three of them had been really fun this season

[seokizaten]

Ink and His Visage [Kamisato Ayato] —⋆｡°✩

Chapter 10 — [previous] [next]

Series Introduction: Inazuma shines eternal, does that include the ordinary villager’s years of push and pull with the Yashiro commissioner?

Author’s Note: Thanks for taking an interest with my work! This is my first ever post in this platform and I’d like to spread my special appreciation with the man mentioned. I also am going to apply my love to my readers (although, excuse the angst) Love yourself always, queens! Hope you enjoy!

“Good afternoon, Lord Kamisato! You visited without a note, are you going to give them a dueling day today?” The trainer of the camp greeted the Yashiro Commissioner who decided to visit the camp site the next training schedule.

His eyes wandered around the sparring men, looking for a certain someone. It seems like everyone is really occupied today that they didn’t even notice him there in front of them all. “No, I am only here to visit.” He responded, still looking around. 

He then spotted a familiar face among the group of men, Higuchi Haru. Although, the person he’s looking for is nowhere in sight. So, she really left the grounds?

“Can you tell me, is there any particular reason why Yoshida Y/N left the training grounds?” He asked the trainer. 

“I have no clue, my lord. The last time I saw her was last week, she didn’t finish the session. She just became overly aggressive to her opponent, threw her katana, and stormed off.” The trainer said. 

Strange, that isn’t how she normally is. He thought.

“Did anyone on the grounds say something unpleasant to her? Or is there some kind of degradation towards her?” Ayato asked.

“As far as I know, no. In fact, she’s really one of the most passionate students here. We are strict on them, of course. But despite everything, she still went on every time. There is no day that she missed to give her all.” The trainer responded and Ayato hummed in return, eyes on the training students. “I was told it’s her first time holding a sword when she stepped in the camp, quite a brave woman if you’ll ask me.”

Ayato is now left wondering, it’s the first time someone asked for a resignation from the training camp. And he did not expect it to be her. He knows how dedicated she is to things she does, why did she leave the progress midway this time?

“I assume you received her resignation letter, didn’t she indicate the reason why?”

“No. She just politely asked for resignation, nothing else.” Ayato said and the trainer got confused.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t she go under screening before resignation? Not that I am doubting your approval, my lord.” The trainer asked and Ayato did not respond. “I apologize, my lord.”

After his visit to the camp, he went back to the estate to do his paperwork like the usual whenever he’s home. It’s been more than a month and he’s still not on good terms with his sister, making their place quieter whenever he’s home.

“My lord, here’s the letters for this week.” Thoma said, approaching his table. His eyes then brightened upon hearing that. Thoma handed him the envelopes and he began scanning each of them. How unpleasant, it’s all duty matters, nothing out of context, nothing like a random message. Thoma then chuckled, “Are you looking for this?”

Thoma then took out another envelope from his pocket and shook it in the air before handing it to his master. “I kept it so it won’t be opened, I know you wouldn’t like it when another person has her words read haha!” He said.

Ayato smiled before opening the letter, and began reading.

However, his face fell when he noticed that the handwriting in front of him isn’t the one he’s looking for. The letter he usually gets isn’t the one in his hands. For some reason, there’s a deep feeling inside his chest for a moment. 

“Your future wife is conservative, of course. We wouldn’t want your conversations viewed by someone else aside from the both of you.” Thoma said with a wide smile.

Future wife

That’s such a strange thing, that’s something he never thought he’ll have. But there he is, receiving letters from the woman he’s ought to marry. For some reason, he doesn’t know what to feel.

He then smiled and closed the letter. “Thank you for doing that, Thoma.” He said and placed the letter inside one of his books, keeping it neatly. “Is there anything else? If not, I will begin reviewing the mails now.”

“Oh yeah! How could I forget.” Thoma said and grabbed something from his other pocket. “A letter of urgency, my lord.”

Ayato’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. He doesn’t receive a letter of urgency often, most of them are sent by Yoshida Y/N every time she wants her letter immediately sent to him. What could she be asking for this time? And why is she writing again out of spite?

“Worry not, it’s not from Yoshida Y/N, my lord.” Thoma chuckled and handed the envelope. That sentence of Thoma somehow turned down something inside him. Why is he expecting something from her anyways? He is getting married soon. “She hasn’t been sending anything for the past few weeks, almost a month if I’d say. I doubt she’d send something out of nowhere using the letter of urgency.”

Ayato opened the envelope, having a pinch of hope that Thoma is wrong. But when he read it, it’s just a letter from the resources team, asking about how to manage the fundings. He immediately closed it and looked at the envelopes again.

“Are you sure that Yoshida hasn’t sent anything?” Ayato asked, and that sent Thoma in a spiral of confusion. “Or has she sent something to Ayaka? Nothing?”

“I am, the letters are all thoroughly scanned before getting sent to you. If I may ask, my lord, why are you asking that?” Thoma asked in return. 

Ayato hummed and nodded. “I was just sent back by her resignation letter, I am wondering what happened. I visited the site earlier and she isn’t there, the trainer also mentioned that she was acting strange the last time he saw her,” He explained.

“Well, my lord uhh…” Thoma didn’t know what to say. “I think it’s because she's writing her new piece to be published by the Yae publishing house. I heard from Guuji Yae that she was offered a very excellent deal last time she visited Liyue and she is going to submit a work for that. I haven’t seen her in Higuchi tea shop as well, Rin said that she’s busy these days.”

A new novel, huh? 

Ayato dozed off for a moment, “She could’ve written that in her resignation letter instead of leaving me in the state of wondering.” He said and began opening some of the envelopes sent to him today.

Thoma’s right eyebrow raised in confusion. “I don’t understand, my lord. Since when did you pay any mind to her business?”

Ayato sighs. “Because someone resigned for the first time.” 

Thoma just didn’t say anything in return, but he knows that isn’t the case. Although, unlike Ayaka, he is in no concern to say a thing about it. He can’t say something like Ayaka did, which caused their more than one month of quarrel.

“Lady Akemi will be visiting tomorrow, please inform the guards.” Ayato said and Thoma just nodded before leaving the office.

While walking away from Ayato’s doors, Thoma saw that Ayaka was heading his way so he immediately ran towards her. “Thoma, good afternoon.” She greeted. 

“I’m really certain that you are correct, my lady. About my lord, and his matter with Y/N.” Thoma almost whispered.

Ayaka sighed. “Of course, I am right. He thinks I don’t know that he rereads Y/N’s letters? I don’t understand why he is in denial to that extent.” Ayaka said and Thoma awkwardly chuckled. “Now let me guess, he is looking for Y/N’s letters?”

“Well, yes. He said it’s because of her resignation but I doubt it.” He responded. “His face also dropped when he saw the letter from Azuma, he didn’t even read it and he just put it away.”

Ayaka smirked. “Serves him right. It’s been a month since we last received a letter from Y/N, and that’s her resignation letter, am I correct?”

“Yes, my lady.” Thoma said. “If I may ask, since you’re close to Y/N, do you know what happened to her?”

“She heard about Ayato’s marriage.” She said and Thoma’s eyes widened. “I know, Thoma. Even I would be upset if I were her.”

“So she just basically— gave up?” Thoma asked and Ayaka nodded with a hum. “All these years, this is the first time she has retreated. I was also surprised when the guards said that they no longer see her around the torii gates. Everyone also stopped mentioning her, I haven’t seen her around for so long as well. It’s just like she disappeared like a bubble.”

Ayaka sighed. “I still see her around, she told me she’d no longer send letters here so I decided to visit her instead. She mostly stays around the Grand Narukami Shrine, sometimes to read, sometimes to just sit by the cliff. Guuji Yae said that she’s working on a book called Ink and His Visage. It is going to change her future, she said.”

“So she’s mostly not home and just plainly isolated herself from everyone?” Thoma asked.

“Not really, she’s still the same but she just spends her time often around the publishing house. The shrine maidens there said that they once found Y/N asleep while writing inside one of the rooms.” Ayaka said.

“I feel bad for Y/N, I think she feels lonely.” Thoma said.

“She does, that’s why I am visiting her a lot lately. Would you like to come next time?” Ayaka asked and Thoma enthusiastically said yes. “Right now, she’s also there. But she is working so I left early.”

Kamisato Ayato then exited his office, walking past them without saying a thing, and went outside. 

“Is he done with his paperworks? He is going outside again.” Ayaka asked Thoma.

“No, he just started this afternoon.” Thoma said and Ayaka sighed.

“Alright, I will do some of them to somehow help him. I’ll see you, Thoma.”

Ink and His Visage

That’s how Y/N entitled her novel to be submitted to Liyue next month. It is about a woman who looks up to a man who’s— It’s about her story with Kamisato Ayato, but she made it a little different for privacy purposes.

Why is that the title, if some would ask? 

The author is one of the most skilled in words whilst being in love with someone impossible yet she knows him so well. As an artist in the field of literature, she’ll use her ink to write tales that lives in her mind, inspired by his visage that can never belong to her.

She’s been working on it for weeks and she can say that it is close to its ending, ready to be sent to Liyue for a new chapter of her writing career. 

For some reason, she was distracted a lot due to this workload she gave herself. She is going to Liyue again to have a meeting after the submission, hoping to get some fresh air while being there as well.

For now, she is seated on the wooden flooring inside the publishing house, the ends of her long white kimono’s sleeves resting beautifully on the table. She has been writing since morning. She still hasn't had any break since then, earning a little scold from her seniors for not resting. Well, she just finished a chapter so why not?

She then stood up upon grabbing a book from her table, walking towards the door to sit by the cliff to read. She closed the door behind her after exiting and started walking towards the sacred sakura tree. Her knees and thighs finally stretched after hours of working. 

She raised her hands to stretch as she walked, a yawn leaving her lips— which turned into gasp when she saw a familiar man with his arms crossed on his chest, looking up at the sacred sakura tree. What is he doing there? She immediately covered her mouth, turning back as fast as she could— but she bumped onto one of the shrine maidens.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” She immediately bowed and the shrine maiden also did the same. 

Ayato heard the voices so he turned to look at them, finding the woman who had just disappeared from his sight for more than a month. His eyes immediately widened upon seeing her. Did she see him standing there? He wonders.

He saw that Y/N walked fast, away from the tree so he sighed. So, this is where she’s been like how she heard from Thoma and his sister earlier. “Oh, I see. You’re here to see Yoshi-yen? I’m afraid she’s not allowing visitors at the moment, unfortunately for you.” 

Yae Miko then started walking towards him, he just looked at her and then away, without saying something. 

“How’s our groom to be, huh?” Miko teased. “Finally having a piece of heart?”

Ayato just sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Hm? Then why are you here?” Miko asked but he didn’t respond. “Alright, if you won’t talk, I will. You have all the rights to feel privileged to hear my voice, Yashiro Commissioner.”

Ayato stayed in the same state, looking around with his expressionless face. “I know you’re going to mention Yoshida’s recent work and how it’s relevant to Liyue’s proposal.”

Miko smirked and chuckled. “Hm? Why would you mention Y/N out of nowhere? I was supposed to talk about the current economy but alright, if you insist, I’ll tell you more about Yoshi-yen. I am inviting her to be one of the shrine maidens.”

Ayato’s brows knotted. “But that means she’s dedicating her life here.”

“I know, I know. Our precious lady wants to be married so she straight up declined. I asked her why does that matter when your yashiro commissioner’s already getting married to someone else?” Miko said and Ayato immediately looked at her with curiosity. “She said; I am not marrying Kamisato Ayato, I am gonna be someone else’s wife. Haha, the spirit she has. Guess your greatest admirer of all had enough, huh? I don’t blame her.”

Ayato just sighed on that. “How’s she been lately?”

“Good, good. Even better when she started worshipping the tree instead of you.” Miko said, rolling her eyes. “Anyways, I don’t have time for you now, be grateful I spoke to you about Yoshi-yen.” She said before walking away, leaving Ayato alone once again. 

Tomorrow came and Y/N decided to take her rest day from work, walking around Narukami Island with Rin by the afternoon to spend her day with someone. Due to that, Rin closed her shop for the day to accompany her.

“I hope it doesn’t rain, we forgot to bring umbrellas.” Rin said, but Y/N just chuckled and raised both of her hands to feel the sun. “There she goes again, romanticizing life like she always quotes.” Rin said.

“The sun is beautiful today, Rin. I doubt that it’ll rain.” Y/N said and giggled. “I love its warmth on my skin like the usual, it feels like someone’s giving me an embrace.”

Rin didn’t say a thing, watching her friend from a little distance. She just stared at her with lots of thoughts behind her eyes. Is this the lady that wasn’t given love? Is this the woman who went through things to be unappreciated? The woman who risked her time for someone who doesn’t care?

Every time Y/N displays that behaviour of romanticizing life, Rin can’t help but to wonder about those. Is she fated to be that severely hurt? If so, then life must be playing around. Looking at her right now, all she saw was a woman who’s soon to be someone’s future wife, future mother, grandmother… but just recently, her love was thrown away like it’s nothing. 

All she wanted was to be married, it’s not that difficult. But what made that difficulty higher is her heart, who chose the most impossible man to exist in Narukami Island. That is the main reason why Rin dislikes Kamisato Ayato. He isn’t responsible for Y/N affections, of course, but he never did anything to push her away either.

“I might rethink Miko’s offer,” Y/N joked. “Yoshida Y/N as one of the shrine maidens? That makes me feel so beautiful.”

Rin was then awakened by those words of hers. “Pfft, you said your dream is to be Kamisato’s wife. Let it go now, either accept Guuji Yae’s offer or be married to my family. Haru still talks about you, you know?” Rin said and Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“I doubt that Haru sees me that way, as far as I’ve observed throughout the times we’re together.” Y/N responded. “Maybe we have a relationship that’s more of a sibling dynamic.”

RIn placed a hand on her chest. “Ouch, why would you say that? I’d take the pain for Haru instead.”

After an hour of walking around, they decided to visit the book shop to check on the recent releases of the Yaw Publishing house. Of course, even though Y/N is an author, she’s not updated with other books.

“Oh! Look, Y/N, all your novels are still on the top selling aisle.” Rin excitedly said, pointing at Y/N’s works. “That’s our Y/N right there!”

Y/N then expressed the widest smile on her face, holding one of the books and looking at it. “It seems like people really liked my writing, huh?”

“Of course they do. Even I have been rereading them all whenever I have time, I can’t blame everyone. I bet that everyone in Inazuma owns at least one of your works.” Rin said, patting her shoulder. “Oh, Y/N, you make me proud each day.”

Y/N sighed, placing the book back on the shelf. “My grandmother’s been really having a good time at Liyue right now, probably. They have tons of art enthusiasts there.”

Rin then smiled. “Hey, we wouldn’t have a hard feeling if you decided to move there. If that’s what’s gonna be best for you, then go for it. We can always see each other again.”

“I would really love to move there, actually. The only reason why I stayed is— Uhm,” She sighed. “Ugh, Archons. I thought about him again.”

Rin then laughed, placing an arm on her shoulders. She then pointed at the shelf filled with her books. “You see these? Your ink lead them there, dear Y/N. Those words inside them? They’re all from your pretty little mind.”

Y/N just looked at the books and said nothing. “So, whatever crosses that pretty little mind would lead you somewhere. You said you only stayed at Inazuma because of him, maybe that’s a lead for you to rewrite your fate.”

“Eh? no one can rewrite their fate.” An old man next to them said, making Rin laugh awkwardly. “Don’t listen to this old lady friend of yours, go enjoy your life.”

Rin then gasped on that, her eyes widening. She then placed both her hands on her hips. “Nuh! Old lady?! I am only thirty-seven, respectfully, old man. Good afternoon to you too.”

The old man then scoffed. “Thirty-seven you say? I can feel my bones cracking in that tone of your voice.” He said and laughed right after, while Rin was getting offended.

Worry not, it is Inazuma City’s joke against Rin. It’s because they said she has an obsession with looking younger than her age, which is true but where’s the problem?

Y/N smiling face looked up, seeing the cherry blossoms fall on them slowly. She then giggled and started walking around with her eyes still upward. “Oh, Inazuma. Give me more reasons to stay.”

She spread her arms wide, catching some of the petals while doing so. 

For some reason, Rin was right. She saw the sky getting darker, so there’s a huge possibility that it will rain today. Upon realizing that, she looked back down and looked around to search for her friend to tell her about it.

She then sighed, seeing her hands still on her hips, arguing with the old man in front of the book shop. People really do love annoying Rin.

She was about to walk towards her when she heard a voice, smelling a rather beautiful scent. “Oh, dear. They look so expensive.” 

“If it’s what fills your heart, then it is nothing I can’t afford.” The familiar voice said, making her freeze on the spot. “Come on now, choose which one.”

Y/N’s heartbeat began getting faster. Ayato can’t be walking around Narukami Island with his— future wife right now, right? That must be an awful coincidence if so. However, she can’t bring herself to look and find out. Because once she saw him with someone else, all her hard work with forgetting things would be shattered in seconds.

So she just stood there, a little away from the giggling and happy voices, sounding like lovers— because of course they are. But at the same time, she wants to be proven wrong. 

The rain then began dropping, making her look up. A droplet then hit her cheek, it wasn’t that heavy, it’s just there. She then wiped it away, before finally deciding to turn and look at the voices she heard.

Yoshida Y/N, you’re one of the most intelligent women in Inazuma. Why would you do something you know would negatively affect you? Why would you do something to be assured instead of choosing your peace?

Right now, her hands are shaking whilst being by her side, her hair dancing with the wind and the small rain droplets that’s indicating that the rain is about to come pouring. Her heart rate was as fast when she saw him for the first time. 

But this time, she did not react at some sort. She just stared, her body frozen on the spot. Kamisato Ayato’s hand is on the waist of the most beautiful woman Y/N has ever laid her eyes on as they look around the fabric shop. They look happy, they look really well together.

As a very intelligent woman, Y/N knows that there’ll be two endings in her path with pursuing Kamisato Ayato. One is that every fantasy of hers would come to life, while the other one— she thought of this thoroughly, but why does it sting a lot more than she imagined?

Never once in her life did she want to see him next to someone else, let alone having his hand on her. It makes her upset so much yet her face shows no emotions. Again, she just stood there.

Her breathing got heavier, her body felt colder. Is she going to collapse again due to overstimulation? How is he even affecting her to this extent? Why is he even with someone else?

Although, she can’t blame him. The young lady looks so elegant, so beautiful effortlessly. Every part of her physical appearance screams noble and elegance, that’s just something else.

“Ayato…” Y/N mumbles, slowly losing her composure as they laugh together. Right when her tears started falling, the rain came pouring— it fell hard that everyone started running around. She witnessed how Ayato removed his coat and covered the lady, and they began running away.

He is willing to get wet under the rain just to protect her, that’s the side of him that she always wanted to experience. Unfortunately, fate is something else. She isn’t meant for those, she isn’t meant for him.

The cold raindrops hit her cold body like bullets, but she still didn’t move. And again, she just stood there and stared like a statue. Maybe it also is a good thing, because crying under the rain somehow hides those raindrops from her eyes.

“Y/N!” Rin shouted from a distance. She then turned to look at her, seeing her run towards her. “Y/N! What are you doing!” She scolded her again for being careless with her health— but Y/N just wrapped her arms around her and began sobbing. “Oh Archons, this child!” Rin said, but she held her under the rain anyway.

“Rin… oh Rin, I wouldn’t move here if you didn’t come and get me.” Y/N cried, her chest moving in each sob, her hands crumpling Rin’s kimono. “Rin, I feel cold. I feel cold, please take me.”

“Come now. I am here, what happened?” Rin’s voice became softer as they began walking, her arms still holding her.

A week has passed, and Y/N finally submitted her final draft to the Yae publishing house. At last, she felt accomplished once again with her work. That is what Ayaka told Thoma this morning.

Thoma then announced himself before entering Ayato’s working place. “My lord, I uhh…” He sighs, scratching the back of his neck.

Ayato looks up from the paper he’s writing on. “What is wrong, Thoma?” He asked but Thoma paused. “Are you alright?”

“I am— alright, here.” Thoma said, handing him an envelope. “It is a letter of urgency,, from Yoshida Y/N.”

Ayato’s eyes widened a little, his eyebrows raining upon hearing that. He was about to part his lips to speak but Thoma interrupted him, “I know, you wouldn’t accept any of her letters again. But due to your work matters, it is your duty to read a letter like this.”

“What do you mean?” Ayato said, still not accepting the letter that Thoma’s been handing out. Despite saying that he isn’t accepting her letters anymore, he was shocked to hear that he’s receiving something from her again.

Thoma made a face, not knowing what to say. “Y/N needs your signature of approval,”

Ayato became confused on that, his previously raised eyebrows forming into a knot. “For what? She isn’t under anything from my constitution anymore. She just resigned from the training camp and I already approved of it–“

“As someone who used to be under your constitution, she needs a signature of approval from you for her immigration to Liyue.” Thoma said before sighing.

Ayato’s face dropped upon hearing that, his chest felt heavier. “What?” He asked with a stern voice. Thoma then awkwardly smiled, parting his lips to speak again but the sound of the doors opening interrupted him.

Ayaka then leaned by the door, her arms crossed on her chest. “Would you like me to state it in your current level of understanding?” She asked, still with her nonchalance against him. “She was offered to move to Liyue earlier this year for her writing career and she’s accepting it now. She’s moving to Liyue for permanent residency.”

Ayato’s face showed mixed emotions on that, grabbing the letter to open and read it. It seems like he’s in a state of shock and disbelief, he’s showing panic subconsciously. “What? I mean, I understand–“

“Then sign it.” Ayaka said, approaching his table. “Sign it and get married like you planned.” She said with all the intentions of putting him on the hot seat. Thoma then breathed heavily, not knowing what to say. 

Ayato on the other side just sat there, staring at the paper coldly. 

“What’s taking you so long?” Ayaka said, adding more fuel to the fire. “I was right, wasn’t I? You are a fraud against yourself.” She threw another question, trying to make everything sink into him. 

But he still didn’t move, he just scanned the letter, word per word. For some reason, he can’t find himself moving. 

“My lord…” Thoma almost whispered, standing helplessly to the angry sister of his. “It is your duty to assess things like these.”

At last, Ayato moved. Although, instead of grabbing his pen to sign, he folded the letter back into its envelope and looked at the two in front of him. “Thoma, do me a favour.”

“What is it, my lord?”

“Inform Yoshida Y/N to come here tomorrow morning.” Ayato said and Ayaka glared at him. “I will do a screening before giving out my signature.”

Thoma then looked at him in confusion. “Screening?”

“I’d speak to her, one on one.”

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This is a fanfiction based on Genshin Impact’s Kamisato Ayato, all made with my imagination. Please do not copy, translate, or repost to another platform without my permission!! —⋆｡°✩ Thank you so much!!

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Spicy Joke with a Stoic Man

Summary: You, the reader, decide it was time to show Zoro and Perona that there is a more human side to your boyfriend, Dracule Mihawk's stoic demeanor by cracking a joke with him in their presence. Only, it backfires, not on you, but on them.

a/n: Can you believe it? I finish my nursing semester & decide that I should go & reread One Piece only to get hooked on more characters. Now, I end up writing about them. & you know what. Of course the first one HAD to be Mihawk. Life's hard, & I love that about it.

Warnings: suggestive themes, female reader, suggestive/mature joke, slightly OOC because I haven't fully grasped Mihawk's personality (but I love him so bad, so do you blame me?)

Inspo. (I'll link it when I find it)

Posted on AO3

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For a man of his caliber, loneliness is to be expected. He has stated many times that he does not trust anyone, and he finds it difficult to trust people. First, a Marine Hunter who does mercenary-like jobs, then crowned as the World’s Strongest Swordsman, and finally given the title of one of the Seven Warlords of the Seas. With the abolishment of the Warlords system, the Marines went after him, though it didn’t matter to him, what mattered was you.

You latched onto him relatively early on, a victim of the corruption of the World Government that left you with nothing but a boat of knowledge on weaponsmithing and a variety of survival skills. You were a bother to him initially, as you had washed ashore on Kuraigana after one of his outings. He learned to tolerate you after finding out you would rather stay out of sight and out of mind. Your joys in life were unusual, as you enjoyed creating and admiring strange weapons, while also reading. Most of the time, he doesn't see you, when he does, you're in your world, reading.

He grew accustomed to your presence, longing to see you after a long day, and he developed romantic feelings for you. You didn't deny him; instead, you accepted his cold, stoic exterior, fully aware that he was a man of few words, with deliberate strikes, much like a blade being wielded. You were just a civilian with a mind full of wonders, you watched him train every day, picking up on his techniques significantly faster than the Humandrills that resided on the islands did. You piqued his interest; he often suggested teaching you how to wield a sword, but, without an excuse, you always denied. 

Today was no different. Perona, with her new boy toy, was nowhere to be seen. “You have a great memory and flawless stance,” you looked up from your position on the floor, admiring some steel and alloy you found on the island. 

“I don't fight, I wouldn't have a stance,” you responded dryly.

“When you hold a sword, testing the weight with each stance, it is simi– it is exactly my training stance. You cannot say you don’t have a stance,” Mihawk pointed out. Despite the tension and how distant it seemed, this type of bickering was normal and more comfortable for your lover, so you decided to roll with it. He was more gentle and softer when the two of you were alone, knowing no one would burst through the door. You weren’t opposed to it; you liked having a side where only you could see in private. 

“I have to take into consideration what people would feel, why wouldn’t I copy the best example given to me by my boyfriend?” You knew that pointing out his relation to you did something for him, as it got him speechless immediately. You got up from your position, placing the steel and alloy on the table in front of Mihawk. Gently, you pried away the newspaper in his hand, you eyed the door a little before sneaking a quick peck to his lips. He chased your lips a little, and you gave in willingly, which earned a hum from him.

“Wow, rare to see him so… human,” Zoro teased. You turned to face him, covered in wounds and scratches, followed by Perona, who was just bickering at him for getting lost in the first place. 

“He’s plenty human,” you defended, at least he’s plenty human to you, and that’s all Mihawk cared about. During this whole time, he only watched the conversation unfold; he didn’t bother adding to it. Watching the person he loves defend him was a different kind of happiness he enjoyed silently. “My love,” Mihawk’s amber eyes turned to face towards yours, a malicious grin painted on your features. 

“Oh no, what is it?” That grin, Mihawk knew better than to trust it. 

“I’m envious,” you sighed dramatically, leaning against him, glancing at his apprentice from your position.

“Envious of what?” He followed your eyes to glance at his apprentice, who seemed to have caught on to your antics and had gotten progressively more concerned about what was to come from your mouth. 

You cupped your hand on his face gently, turning his attention back to you. A low, curious rumble resonated in his chest. “Your beard, you know why?” You were met with silence before Mihawk shook his head, “because your beard is on your face, and I’m not.” You smiled innocently, watching the tips of Mihawk’s ears burn red. 

Mihawk groans, rubbing his temple in a circular motion. Perona exploded in laughter, watching the two swordsmen’s reaction. The world’s greatest was in turmoil, wondering how he should respond, while his apprentice seemed dumbfounded by his master’s response. “Ten laps. Ten laps around the island, Zoro,” Mihawk glared, his arm finding its way around your waist, pulling you closer to him, “go with him, Perona, in case he gets lost, I need to have a ‘talk’ with my weaponsmith.” 

You watched the two who had just returned angrily storm back out of the mansion. You turned to face your boyfriend, who was slowly calming down from your joke prior, “Isn’t ten laps a little much?” 

“It is not enough for what I am about to do to you.”

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Feel free to request something, if I'm not comfortable writing, I'll tell you while I work on what I can & can't really do at a later date. I tried my best not to use y/n because I understand it irks some people, if it feels weird to you, do tell me.