#I've been working a lot and finally have time off

[lurinatftbn]

VN adaption news!

Got a different sort of announcement than the usual chapter one (which I forgot until days later again…) this week! As many of you are already aware, a visual novel adaption of The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere has been tentatively in the works for a while. Since I don't really like keeping secrets for the broad-strokes details of something like this, I thought the time was ripe to do an informal 'announcement'. So here's that!

(Example of our current art and interface direction. Actual sprites and background used for this scene very much not final!)

Though honestly, there's not a lot to say. The project will be more or less a direct translation of the work into a new format, though with some… minor adjustments to the storyline, in the interests of keeping the mystery elements fresh and amending a few of the bugbears I've personally built up regarding the plotting over the years. The game will be built in Ren'py (predictably), and joining me in development will the very talented Zerovirus, who'll be handling the art, while Benedict (Cordyceps, Star Seeker in: the Secret of the Sorcerous Standoff) is helping with some of the programming. Contributing to the OST will also be Xeecee, creator of lesbian murder nun game Misericorde, with the remainder handled by myself. (At least assuming I don't flub it and end up resorting to stock music lmao)

(The character bio menu. Also WIP.)

While we're undecided on the release model, the tentative plan is to release a short free demo at some point this year. After that, we'll put out a series of further updates semi-episodically, playable through a one-time purchase on itch. This will continue until we have enough for what feels like a 'complete' release - probably 1/3rd-ish of the story? - at which point we'll put this on steam or something, then start the process over for the next segment.

…and that's it! Stay tuned for future updates. I'm obviously in the privileged position of already having a fair few fans of the work, so I'd love to get feedback from people on things like the script changes or the character designs, so we'll hopefully be showing tidbits off semi-frequently going forward. Thank you as always for reading!

[currentloser]

you're my good day

kwon ji-yong x reader

content warnings: none

word count: 2602

GD meets you as a part of production for Good Day, you two hit it off quickly and he quickly finds himself smitten with you.

( ao3 link )

Out of everything you could’ve expected out of your career, your manager reaching out to you and letting you know that G-Dragon had invited you to be a part of his TV show was a surprise. As a solo artist, you had struggled with the other groups to make your mark on the industry. The call was a dream come true, almost impossible to believe. Over the months before production, the wait was agonizing- but now, that day was finally here. Where you would finally meet him, and find out what your fated meeting would bloom into.

Given a while to prepare, you still couldn't help but check yourself yet again in the mirror before you headed out. You made sure your outfit didn't look silly, not a thread out of place… of course, double-checking the time again before rushing out to be sure. A part of the show was ‘pretending’ to run into you on the street, so you waited on the sidewalk, glancing warily at each passing car.

In the distance, a camera focused on you as the car, his car, finally showed itself amid the crowd of those driving by. The inconspicuous vehicle slowed to a stop in front of you, the back window pulling down as Ji-yong met your faze from inside. For a somewhat formal meeting, it was more than you could've expected on top of being invited in the first place.

“Ah, it's good to see you! Please, come in,” He spoke, his warm voice greeting you, tilting his head politely to motion you inside as well.

Despite the cameras filming the moment, the rest of the world managed to melt and blur as you focused on him. Feeling a flush come to your face from just that, you quickly sped around the back of the vehicle and joined in the seat, closing the door and buckling in.

The driver, silent until this moment, took a look at you from the rearview mirror, “You’re the idol that we had been planning to meet. Isn’t that right?”

Faced with Ji-yong’s driver, you nod politely before remembering you of course ought to speak, “Right, that’s me. It's very good to meet you.”

Beside you, Ji-yong perked up and bowed, that familiar 90-degree out of politeness even sitting before returning his gaze to you,  “Hearing about your career, I couldn't help but be impressed with your work. I was so excited when I managed to invite you here.”

His voice was light and still so charming, tugging on a silly bunny hat he wore and pressing it up to hide behind as he spoke to you. How nervous he seemed to be in your presence was as charming as it was to have someone of such notoriety take interest in yourself.

Your heart raced as you tried to process his words. G-Dragon, the icon of K-pop, was impressed by your work. It seemed surreal.

"Thank you so much," you managed to say, your voice slightly trembling. "I'm honored to be here. Your music has been a huge inspiration to me."

Ji-yong's eyes crinkled as he smiled, lowering the bunny hat slightly. "That means a lot to hear. I've always believed in supporting fellow artists, especially those who are working hard to make their mark."

The car glided smoothly through the streets as you chatted, the initial nervousness slowly melting away. 

"Let's speak casually now? So, tell me," Ji-yong asked, glancing over with a curious smile, "what's your creative process like?"

"It’s a bit chaotic, to be honest," you replied, chuckling. "I need my space, but once I get into the zone, it's like everything just clicks. What about you? How do you tackle your projects?"

Ji-yong nodded thoughtfully. "I get that. For me, it's all about finding the right inspiration. Sometimes it hits me at the most random moments.”

He then leaned closer, his tone sincere. "What about your struggles as a solo artist? I can relate as I’ve started my own, it can be challenging."

You sighed, "Yeah, it can be. There's pressure to always do more, and be more. But it's also rewarding seeing your vision come to life.

"And your hopes for the future?" he prompted, leaning forward slightly in his seat. All of his attention was on you, his eyes flickering from your own over your face. The man in front of you was taking all of you in, happy to learn more from you.

"Honestly, I just want to keep growing, keep making music that resonates," you answered, feeling more at ease with his encouragement.

Ji-yong grinned, adding a playful note, "And maybe a world tour someday?"

You laughed, now it sounded so far away- only hosting concerts in Korea from going across the globe, "That would be amazing, we’ll see where the journey takes us."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, making the drive feel like a shared adventure. Outside, the nature and buildings of Seoul sped past in a matter of moments. 

“We’re finally here,” Ji-yong nodded, motioning outside of the car as it pulled to a stop in front of a small cafe, “Wait a moment for me.”

Curious, you sat back as he exited the seat. You were still buzzing from the excitement of the conversation, willing your hands to be still and watching as the driver left as well. For a moment you were left alone in the backseat, undoing your buckle and briefly considering leaving on your own altogether.

As long as it felt, the moment cut short with the sound of the door beside you opening and Ji-yong smiling from the other side of it. It seemed even after familiarizing himself, he couldn’t help but be a gentleman. There was a faint pink flush on his cheeks, though perhaps you were imagining it…

“Ah, thank you,” You smile, stepping out of your seat and joining him on the sidewalk. 

The crowd luckily didn't seem to notice the celebrity dressed as he was, and you two were quick to step inside the building before anyone could see the two of you. The inside of the cafe was modern yet felt like stepping into home at the same time. Stepping ahead of you, Ji-yong walked with a noticeable spring in his step and claimed a table, patting it to motion you to sit in front of him with a small grin.

Joining from the other side, you couldn't help but look around and marvel at how this almost felt like a date. Even knowing beforehand the two of you would meet to eat together as you spoke of his plans didn't stop how exhilarating it felt. From in front of you, the rapper fiddled with his rings and kept sneaking glances at you from behind his sunglasses. As you met his gaze, he was quick to look away and play it off as cool as he was able to.

His false nature of seeming cool and being so excited to meet you was his charm, smoothing over a menu to you and reciting his order without needing to look. Overwhelmed by it all, you repeat his order and slide it away. It was possible to make sense of the letters with him in front of you, looking at you expectantly and tugging at his hat.

“Right, I’ve been dragging you along for a while now,” he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as your steaming cups of tea were set down before you. Steam floated off the ceramic and curled into the air, a warm atmosphere created between the two of you.

 You blew gently across the surface of your tea, the anticipation bubbling inside you as you took a sip. The rich, refreshing flavor was a perfect treat to ease your nerves as you waited for him to continue. 

“Every year, Korea used to host this incredible event where artists gathered to collaborate and celebrate through music. But lately, they haven't had an opportunity to host it,” he explained, taking a moment to savor his cup. You could see a flicker of excitement in his eyes, though the nervous fidgeting betrayed his eagerness. “So, I’ve been thinking...what if I host my event, with you as one of the featured artists?”

Your heart raced as your eyes widened, almost losing your grip on your tea. You barely managed to hold back from a spit-take aimed towards your favorite artist. It felt almost unreal, even though you’d secretly been dreaming of an invitation like this. An opportunity for your career and to bring people together once again. The thought of being closer to him and celebrating your passions together sent a thrill coursing through you. 

“I-I… wow, I’d love that!” you chuckled, scrambling to find the right words. You could see the spark of excitement in his eyes as he leaned in closer, a warm smile endearing you further.

“Then, I’m looking forward to working with you!” Ji-yong declared, and at that moment, amidst the cameras and crew, it felt like it was just the two of you.

Still struggling with how to celebrate, you set your drink down and glance at the cameras keeping their focus on the two of you. Peering down, you can’t help but notice your hands are shaking. Your brief break in attention was of course noticed by the artist, a view of cutely done nail polish entering your vision.

Not far from yours, Ji-yong reached out to you. Nearly holding onto you.

“Hold on, just a moment, won’t you?” He spoke, and just like that the hands in your vision disappeared.

Looking up, you got to catch a peak of him sneaking off into the back of the cafe. Chuckling shakily, you glance into the camera as he scampered off. A moment of silence hung in the air, leaving you with the buzzing realization of the opportunity laid out to you. Even if you knew it would be a large production, you tried to tell yourself not to expect too much-

It was still him, and he was still interested in you. The anticipation building up to the event would surely drive you mad, not to mention how he'd strung you along for it. Yet, somehow you couldn't be upset or let it bother you. 

Tapping the table with a hint of impatience, you found your attention drifting toward the window, each passing moment stretching further as you waited for his return. The world outside was shrouded in a gentle haze. It had just rained, and a foggy and moody atmosphere took over the outside world. Then, amidst the indistinct shapes and colors, you suddenly spotted him. His figure was too recognizable, his cap pushed over his brow, and his scarf wrapped around tied underneath his chin. Though of course it wasn't that to distract you, it was what he held.

In his hands, he clutched his phone, aiming it toward you with a playful glint in his eye. A scoff escaped your lips as you threw your head back, trying to avoid his pictures. Curiosity consumed you, though, so you couldn't help but return your faze toward him, an accusatory glance at him.

A gleeful smile danced on his lips as he reveled in your playful struggle to escape his impromptu photoshoot. Unable to contain himself, he waved at you before his hand returned to his phone. He tapped it again, capturing yet another picture of you. Rolling your eyes playfully, you nodded your head to beckon him back inside. With a comedic bow, he ducked through the door, holding up his phone toward you proudly as he re-entered.

The screen was illuminated with Instagram, and you couldn't help but gaze at the image displayed- there you were, poised at the table, caught in the act of waiting for him to come back. Practically at the edge of your seat. Was it that easy to read how desperate you were? The sight made your cheeks flush; he was giving his followers a sneak peek, though tagging you in a candid shot almost felt too intimate.

“Oh, you like to tease me, don’t you?” you chuckled, leaning back and pulling out your phone as a playful means of revenge, a smirk curling on your lips.

Caught off guard but not resisting, Ji-yong leaned closer, his grin widening as you lifted your camera, framing the perfect shot of the two of you. He flashed a peace sign, his infectious smile lighting up the space between you. His warmth radiated even through the layers of fabric. The little contact sent electrifying sparks through you.

Just as you snapped the picture, your face scrunched in the middle of a blink, Ji-yong grabbed up the phone from you. "Let’s share this one,” he teased, already preparing to post the image before you could process how silly you must have looked. The moment your eyes adjusted to the screen, you caught sight of your expression. It almost resembled the middle of a sneeze while the man beside you got to look cool and cute all at once. Embarrassment washed over you, and beside you, Ji-yong erupted into a soft giggle. He leaned against you, his head nuzzling into your shoulder like a playful cat.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist!” he apologized as he finally managed to calm himself back down, swiping a hand across his face to catch the little budding tears of joy from the moment.

Pouting slightly, you decided it was time for a little payback. You pushed your phone into his hands, a playful glimmer in your eye. “Then to make up for it, you owe me your phone number as compensation.”

It was almost a shot in the dark, playing your luck to the man next to you. If he'd be allowed to embarrass you, then he ought to pay you back. A moment of doubt hung as you worried it might've even been too forward. At this, Ji-yong’s expression shifted, an eyebrow raised in a teasing challenge as he opened your contacts, ready to add his information. “And after I do, you’ll forgive me, then?” he teased further, typing for a moment before handing the phone back to you, a twinkle of mischief lingering in his gaze.

Your heart raced as you glanced at the screen, realizing it was indeed his number- charmingly labeled as ‘Ji-yong 💛’. You hastily covered the phone’s screen with your hand, glancing nervously around to make sure nobody had captured the moment. The cameras around didn't seem to notice yet, thankfully. A wild look escaped you, wide eyes sent his way as you struggled to appear casual… His grin widened, and you noticed how his previous nervousness had vanished, leaving behind a bold confidence that palpably radiated from him.

He’d even added a heart beside his name!

Dazed by the sudden rush of emotions, you nodded slowly, excitement bubbling underneath as you squeezed your phone tightly in your grip, “Fine, I forgive you.”

“Perhaps you were acting so nervous to shock me, hm?” You tease him, slipping your phone into your pocket safely.

Ji-yong leaned back, “Maybe. It has been so good meeting you. I'll call later, so you can be sure its me.

Standing from the table, it was a regret to remember of course your encounter would come to a close. But with the promise of being contacted again, and your future group project? It was only a future excitement waiting to happen.

Standing up to bow, you nod as you see him off, “Thank you so much for meeting me, you can count me in.”

[simping-for-joe]

I'd Wait For You

Vendetta Leon X Reader

You wake one day to find Leon missing from bed, you spend weeks for him only for him to show right back up at your doorstep with an injured arm.

A/N: I've had this idea for awhile. Vendetta Leon is kinda mentally unstable, and I'm sure this would be a difficult time. So Leon just disappears during the events of Vendetta just to reappear home afterwards, feels like it would fit for this era of Leon. I just love the idea of Leon coming home with a guilt and some therapy from Chris.

You wake to the feeling of sunlight on your face, making your nose crinkle with annoyance. You expect to hear your husband's chuckles as he usually did when you made faces. It was silent.

You opened your eyes to find the man missing from your side.

"Leon?" You call softly as his half of the bed is cold. You manage to drag yourself from bed, and head over to the bathroom. Only to find the door left wide open. "Leon?" You tried again, this time your voice started to sound panicked. You rushed around the house opening every room calling for your husband. "Leon!?" You shout, and rush back to your shared bedroom. Finding your phone and dialing his number. The sound of a phone ringing tips you off, and you rush to find his phone on the dinning room table. That's when you notice his keys are gone and his car is gone. Everything thing else was in the same spot, he was just gone.

You didn't know what to do, it seems he left but he wouldn't just leave without telling. Even if he's been a lot more drunk lately. You check your phone contacts and remember you have Hunnigan's number, hopefully maybe he was just sent on a mission and didn't tell you.

However, when you called she explained he was on vacation. Leaving you even more lost as he hadn't told you that. You decided the next best thing was to drive around town and try to find him. You couldn't really report him as missing as it seems like he just disappeared, but you didn't want to let that idea go. After spending almost the entire day looking everywhere you can think of for your husband. You try the police station.

"Look... we can report him as missing but there's no guarantee that'll do anything especially if..." The officer hesitates looking to you.

"He wouldn't just leave me." You try to argue, your eyebrows furrowing. Still, the horrible thought had entered your mind several times.

"Right... well, we'll see what we can do." He tries to assure you, but you leave without much hope. Just left wondering where in the world your husband could be.

You enter an empty home, feeling utterly exhausted and your footsteps sound like thunder in the empty home. You sit on the couch numbly, your thoughts rushing and bouncing around in your head.

"Where are you Leon..?" You asked the wall, feeling your chest get tighter. Your throat clenching, as your vision blurs. You didn't move from the couch too destroyed by your own worries.

The next morning, you refused to leave your phone anywhere in case of getting a call. From the police, or even Leon if he finally decided to call you. You've never so desperately wanted to hear his voice.

At work it was like you were on autopilot focused on getting through the day so you can drive around town to try and get a glimpse of Leon again. Someone had asked about something going on in New York, but you weren't really listening.

Another day without Leon, but you had managed to crawl into bed that time.

It was around 7 in the morning when the doorbell rang, confused but strangely hopeful your rushed to the door. Immediately you are greeted with the sight of your exhausted husband and his arm in a sling. A look of guilt heavy on his features. He gives you a nervous smile.

"I'm home..." He says with a nervous chuckle. You're debating if you should choke him or hug him. You open your mouth, trying to think of what to say. However, you feel it all fail as tears just immediately come from you. Shocking him, and his guilt just becomes more obvious on his face when he sees your tears. "H-Hey..." He approaches you slowly, unsure if you would want his embrace.

"Don't ever do that again!" You shout before hugging him tightly, being careful of his arm in a sling. "Please..." You add on sniffling softly.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that to you..." He says gently, running his hand through your hair. "I... I've been awful recently... but I promise I'll be better..." He promises you gently.

"I just don't know why you didn't talk to me... you don't have to be strong all the time." You point out moving away to brush away the tears on your cheeks. "I'm here support you too... I'm not asking for you to just do it." Your eyes scan his face, as his eyebrows pinch together before he nods.

"I... I know... but I love you so much... I'm just..." He huffs softly, clearly done with having emotional revelations for the day. But for his partner he can have one more. "Scared..." He says in a soft voice.

"I'm scared too... but we have each other..." You remind him, looking to him. It's quiet for a moment before you speak up again. "Now... you need a shower."

"Or... we could have a bath." He suggests with a smirk on his lips.

"I'll think about it..." His smirk wides at that idea. "No promises!" You say sternly, and he can only laugh. Thankful to be back home.

[writingwithciara]

across the hall; part 5 -quinn hughes-

summary: y/n moves in across the hall from quinn and in an emergency, she leaves her five-year old daughter in his care

word count: 2.2k

pairing: quinn hughes x reader, toxic ex-boyfriend x reader

notes:

it was just after 2am when y/n finally got off of work. she had worked for over 12 hours and she was exhausted. all she wanted to do was go home, take a hot bath and put abby to bed.

but then she remembered that quinn had texted her during her break and informed her that abby wanted to stay at his place for the night. so when she got home, she would be alone.

she loved her daughter but there was not a whole lot of time she got to herself since becoming a mother. this was just one of the many reasons why she was thankful to have quinn in her life.

when she pulled into her parking spot, she spotted a familiar car a few spaces away from hers. and suddenly, she was hesitant to enter the building.

she did promise andy she would talk to him later, but in her mind, later meant the next day or maybe days from then. but he was persistent. so she headed up to her apartment.

just as she predicted, andy was sitting outside her apartment. when he saw her, he stood up and dusted off his pants.

"i was starting to get worried about you." he looked at her, seeing if there was any damage to her body. when he concluded there was not, he let out a sigh of relief. "quinn told me you would be home around midnight. so i've been waiting."

"yeah i figured." she sighed. "look, andy, i've had a really long and stressful day and i know i promised that we could talk later, but i just don't have the energy for that right now."

"that's what i thought was going to happen. but you don't have to do any talking. just listen, please?"

"3 minutes. that's all i can handle."

"can we go inside?"

"no. because if we do, i'll be too exhausted to make you leave and we both know that will not turn out well."

"i've changed, y/n. i really have." he took a hesitant step closer. "i know you may not believe me but i've been going to therapy and i've been making a ton of progress in making myself better. into a man who actually deserves someone as great as you or abby in my life." he looked at her. "i know it'll take some time but all i want is for you to give me one chance to prove it. please?"

"i'm tired, andy. can we talk more about this tomorrow?"

"can i take you out for lunch?"

"if that's what it takes to get you leave right now, then fine." she unlocked her door. "i'll meet you at the cafe that's 10 minutes from here."

"okay. thank you." he went to walk away. "can you bring abby?"

"i will not allow abby any time with you until you have proven to me that you're a changed man."

"okay fair enough. see you tomorrow." he walked away and y/n fought against her will to go inside. the logical part of her brain wanted her to go across the hall and see quinn but the tired part wanted her to just get some rest. she would see quinn tomorrow.

by the time she climbed into bed and got comfortable, the only thing on her mind was the man across the hall.

the next morning, y/n woke up earlier than she wanted. even with the 8 hours of sleep, she was still exhausted. but she had promised to meet andy for lunch so she had to get ready. she did it slowly but the end result was fine enough.

she went across the hall and knocked on quinn's door. he was rubbing his eyes when he answered but when he saw y/n, he smiled.

"good morning."

"good morning." she smiled back. "would you mind watching abby for another hour or two?"

"why? what's going on?"

"i stupidly told andy i'd meet him for lunch today to hear him out."

"oh." was all quinn said.

"yeah." y/n looked at him. "will you watch her?"

"of course." he smiled. "go hear him out. we'll be here when you get back."

"oh you're the best." she leaned up to kiss his cheek and headed towards the elevator.

that was twice in less than 24 hours that y/n had kissed his cheek and left him frozen in place. things continued to get confusing.

he shut the door and went to the kitchen to make abby some lunch. it was a good thing he was an excellent chef who was good with kids or else he wouldn't be doing this.

he chuckled when that thought crossed his mind because even if he wasn't either of those things, he would still keep an eye on abby because y/n asked him to. at this point, he would do anything she asked him to do.

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y/n looked at the coffee and sandwich in front of her as she mindlessly listened to andy explain how he wanted to be better for her and abby. she wanted to believe him but there was so many factors from her past that contradicted what he was saying. stuff that caused her to lose her trust in almost everyone.

"do you hate me?"

"why would you ask that?"

"you've been zoning in and out of this conversation for the last 10 minutes. either something is on your mind or you hate me."

"can't it be both?" she cracked a smile.

"i understand why you hate me, but please, don't deprive our daughter of a life without her father."

"it's not really entirely up to me, andy. i'll talk to abby and get back to you."

"if it helps, i brought presents for her for every holiday and birthday i messed up on. and i have stuff for you too."

"keep it. i don't want any of it."

"but what if abby does?"

"that's up to her." y/n sighed. "i'm taking her to the park later. if you happen to stop by, i can't stop you from seeing her, i suppose."

"so what does this mean then?"

"you're on probation, andy."

"fair enough." he stood up and paid for everything. "thank you for this chance."

"yeah yeah. it's your only one so if you screw this up, you won't be getting another one."

"understood. i'll see you later."

y/n sighed and waited another 10 minutes before heading back to the apartment. she walked into quinn's apartment without knocking and froze when she heard abby's giggling coming from the hallway. seconds later, quinn was running out with abby in his arms, guiding her around like an airplane. when he spotted y/n, he slowed down.

"we have arrived at our destination." he smiled and set her down on the floor. "go get your stuff, abby."

y/n watched her daughter run down the hall before turning to quinn. "i may have made a mistake, quinn."

"i'm guessing the talk didn't go well."

"no. it went better than expected, honestly." y/n looked at him. "i told him i was taking abby to the park later and that if he jut so happened to be there too, i couldn't stop him from seeing his daughter."

"oh."

"tell me if i made a mistake."

"i don't think you did. it's important for a girl to know her father. and it's up to you to set those boundaries." he smiled. "also, i've noticed that you've never made a mistake in the time i've known you. you always think every decision through before making one."

"thanks, quinn. i truly appreciate you and everything you do."

"i appreciate you too." quinn pulled her into a gentle hug. one that she melted into without a thought.

"can quinn come to the park with us today, mom?"

"i would love to, but i got plans with some of the guys from the team. maybe next time, sweetheart." quinn bent down to give abby a hug.

"okay, quinny." abby smiled and headed across the hall. y/n turned to quinn with a grin.

"quinny?" she giggled.

"she started calling me that last night." quinn smirked. "think she likes me."

"dude, she loves you. you're great with her and i appreciate it."

"anything for you." quinn touched her shoulder gently and left her in the hallway. y/n blinked for a few seconds before going to her apartment and grabbing abby.

an hour later, the girls sat down for a picnic when y/n saw andy approaching them. she gave him a signal to stop for a second before she turned to abby.

"hey. um, your dad wants to visit you. would you be interest in that?"

"i guess. he's gonna come around even if i say no, isn't he?"

"yeah i guess so." y/n waved her hand towards him, telling him to move slowly.

"hey. mind if i join you?" he looked at abby. she nodded and looked back at her food, not wanting to engage with him.

andy took a seat next to y/n and set his bag down. "remember the gifts i mentioned?"

"mhm." y/n looked at her phone, wanting nothing more than to text quinn.

"well i brought a couple of them with me and was hoping you girls would accept them."

"presents?" abby set her food back on the plate and turned to face andy as he pulled out 3 gifts. he placed them on the table and abby began opening them.

"i told you i wasn't going to accept any gifts from you, andy." y/n eyed him for a second and went back to her phone.

"i know. but i was hoping you would accept this one." he placed a small jewelry box in front of her, finally catching her attention.

"you really think this is going to make me forgive you, andy? it's going to take a lot more than a necklace." she opened the box and she felt her eyes begin to water. inside the box was a locket with abby's name & birthday, while inside the locket was a picture of the sonogram & a picture of abby when she was 2. y/n's favorite picture. "i'll accept this one gift. but that doesn't mean you're forgiven."

"that's okay. it's a start, right?" he smiled his trademark smile and picked a piece of cheese off y/n's plate.

he ended up being so good with abby and everything he was doing was proving he really was a changed man. y/n hated that she was starting to fall back into his orbit so easily.

later that night, y/n actually let andy into her apartment for dinner. he even joined her in tucking abby in for bed. it felt like they were a family as andy put his arm around y/n when they walked out of the room. she walked him to the door and before he left, he turned to her.

"i just want to thank you again for allowing me to have this day with you guys. i know i've been a terrible person in the past but i hope today was proof that i'm really trying to change. and not just for abby. i'm trying to be a man that deserves someone as wonderful as you."

"you're still on probation, but if i'm being honest, your behavior today has shown a lot of promise."

"i'm glad you feel that way." he slid his hand down her arm and gently grabbed her hand. "i missed you, y/n."

"goodnight, andy." against her better judgement, y/n leaned up and placed a kiss on andy's cheek before he left. just as she was about to shut the door, quinn came out of his apartment.

"hey. how was your day?"

"it was surprisingly good. i think andy may actually be a changed man."

"well, be careful with who you give your heart to. i'd hate to see you get hurt, y/n."

"i appreciate you looking out for me, quinn. but i promise not to get too invested in this, just in case."

"you know i'm only saying this because i care about you, right?"

"i know. and i appreciate it." y/n touched quinn's arm the way andy had touched hers earlier. "thank you."

"you're welcome." he smiled and looked at where her hand was placed. "are you and abby free tomorrow? i have the day off before we have to go on the road for a week and i wanted to spend the day with my favorite girls before i go."

"i'm sure abby would love that, but i won't be able to make it. i work in the morning and i don't know when i'll be home."

"oh." quinn looked at her. "i totally understand. your job is important."

"i'll let you spend the day with abby tomorrow and the first day you get back from the trip, we can spend the day together. i'll make sure to book it off. i promise."

"okay. i would really like that."

"i'll drop abby off before i go to work, alright?"

"sounds good. i'll see you in the morning."

"good night, quinn." y/n kissed his cheek and headed back to her apartment.

quinn was never going to get used to the way she could freeze him with just one simple action.

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tags: @alwaysclassyeagle @justagingerliving @marroonwitch

[vanillarosekiss]

his sweetheart cake | john price

warnings: smut!! but it's kinda unfinished tbh, younger reader x price but it's not really noticeable at all, maybe it as just intended to be like that, language, i've been obsessed with f!receiving oral and simon recently so i've tried to switch it up a bit and give old man john some love, enjoy! This is NOT proofread.

The sickeningly sugary scent of cake wafted through the air as you slid the last sweetheart cake onto the cooling rack, the golden-brown crust perfect with a light dusting of delicate powdered sugar. You'd spent all afternoon baking, hoping to surprise John after his long day at work. When he finally came into the kitchen, freshly showered and looking somehow better than ever, you couldn't help but smile at the sight, tired eyes gazing over the tray of treats you'd put so much love into making for him.

"You've made this all for me, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and still carrying the day of work through it.

"Of course," you slipped him a quick kiss on his cheek, "Figured you deserve something sweet after all the time and effort you put in."

You took one of the cakes gently and lifted it toward his mouth, feeding it to him. He took a decent sized bite, and let out a small mumble of appreciation before pulling you in by your waist and kissing you. You tasted the sugar on his lips, the sweetness of that moment infecting you like a fever you never wanted to break.

"S'delightful baby. Like always. You sure I'm the one who deserves a treat?" he said playfully, with an amused smile to tease you.

"I'm definitely sure. You treat me too well." you said, and truthfully, you were right. Particularly in the bedroom area, John would never dream of leaving you unsatisfied. He would go to the greatest lengths for you, even to the point where he was eating you out for hours just to make you cum more than once. It was never about him, only you.

"Could nev'a treat you too well, pretty angel" he argued, squeezing your hip a little.

"You do! I feel bad. Wanna make it up to you."

A low chuckle rumbled from him, and he pulled you closer.

"You don't have to do that, love. Seeing you happy is enough for me."

You were relentless with it though, and that said a lot when you both went to bed later in the evening.

You decided to treat him a little, making sure to wear his favourite lingerie of yours - pure white with intricate lacing around the hems. And God did he love every second of seeing you in that, his precious cherub. You were being so good for him, after he'd had such a gruelling day at work.

As he laid against the backboard of the bed, you straddled his thighs, hands on his chest whilst dragging your hips back n'forth his boxer clad crotch. Your pretty little whimpers and whines of wants and desires sent him to heaven, causing him to close his eyes and squeeze your hips a little tighter as he guided you on top of him.

"Tha's perfect, baby." he managed, getting worked up by your sultry movements.

"Wan' you!" you whined and pawed at his chest a couple times, hands fumbling to take off your tiny lace panties. Laughing slightly, he helped you out of them, feeling how soaked you were for him, before taking off his own boxers and realising that he was painfully hard. More than usual.

His cock was big, springing up to his stomach, blush pink tip leaking messily in pre-cum. You ran your hand up and down his length a few times, even going to the lengths to move back so you could suck him for a bit. He didn’t push you too hard, just holding your hair back whilst you tasted him, licking long stripes down his shaft and sucking on the head of his cock. But you didn't for long, so eager to get him in you. He could sense how needy you were, helping you back onto his lap and lining himself up with your slit, before you sank down on him almost entirely in one go. This did it for John, as he let out a hiss of pure pleasure; his head was now fully leant back whilst you moaned softly against his chest, cockdrunk after a few mere seconds. You moved slowly at first, and then fastened your pace, grasping for any sense of relief as he talked you through it all.

"Doing so good f'me sweet girl," he grunted as his hands held you, moving you up and down his cock.

"This pussy's sweeter than any cake you could make for me, love."

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[halfbaked00q]

okay as an admitted did-not-watch-NTTD'er who got, like, all of their info from uhh recappers, the wiki synopsis, the specific clips with Q I watched, and whatever I osmosis'ed from fics.

I finally watched the beginning of NTTD at @prismatic-bell's nudging. And I was like. Okay wait. wait wait wait. This is... well-written? And shot and directed & acted?? In a hollywood movie lmao?? Like. The way it's set up w Madeleine's backstory, and then the Bond & Madeleine stuff that does a much better job of establishing their relationship, the goooorgeous wide shots.

I admittedly was rather "I close my eyes I do not see" to a lot of canon - coming from partially a comics fandom background I'm very aware, well-versed, and well-practiced in the 'canon is your pick-and-choose buffet no need to feel like you have to 'respect' the 'sanctity' of 'canon' esp when it's Bad (like it contradicts other canon or you can just Tell this character was Not Written Well and it's like, here's what it could be that is better)' - and from opinions I saw on NTTD I was expecting to be very pick & choose about it.

But okay, wait. wait wait wait. It works. The beginning at least which I watched. Works. Like, it establishes a key character moment for Madeleine that Explains Everything about her behavior, actually - like she just like Bond is actually also very traumatized & has been locking it down/deflecting it vs processing it, and the whole like Vesper thing is (to me) very obviously her misdirecting Bond away from her own Goin Thru It. I can see how it can read as very suspicious to Bond esp with everything else but it, like, is a Narrative and Makes Sense for her character and Works. wild.

Even the Bond stuff makes a ton of sense. Like, when I hadn't watched it and was going off second & third hand information, one of the things I was hrrrm ?? about was the. How do you get from the guy who says "I miss you" at Vesper's grave, to the guy who put Madeleine on the train. The man who, even after finding out Vesper betrayed him, still wanted to save her? Would... send Madeleine away? In what, a fit of pique? Surely he's more of a "run to me and I will handle it" if it turns out not to be true or a "if it is, I'll handle it" kind of guy.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IT WAS. YOU KNOW WHAT IT FUCKING WAS LMAO. I WAS MISLED BY THE FUCKIN. BILLIE EILISH SONG LMAO. The lyrics of it make it SOUND like it's a like "you betrayed/cheated on me how could I have ever trusted you" break-up song kind of situation. BUT IT ABSOLUTELY FCKN WASN'T LMAO.

It's like. two traumatized individuals who trauma-bonded and honestly maybe should have spent time apart healing/learning themselves again before re-evaluating if they think a relationship could work, but like. they both were Goin Thru It and let themselves get carried away with it ig. And then right when Madeleine was like. hm I've been Not Dealing with this a Lot (tbh her being a psychologist probably made it worse cuz I think it made her more effective at Not Dealing With It and deflecting/misdirecting, but like. I don't think she was doing it intentionally, I think it was just a "combination of circumstances" thing. But this also works cuz I think before the like why did Madeleine push him towards Vesper again even though he said she was in his past. And it's like. She was delaying dealing with HER shit and probably unconsciously deflected his attention by poking at waht she thinks is still HIS equivalent to her baggage) where was I. Oh yeah, Madeleine is like. hm. yeah. the whole letting go of secrets thing. I. need to come clean to him...

but then all of the Spectre stuff happens.

Even the him sitting in the car thing is soooo so so. Cuz Craig absolutely put his whole pussy in the acting for this scene. he's got that like. wrong side of overstimulated so you shoot past being in the zone and instead are zoning out lowkey thing going on, mixed with the like. agent faced with a hopeless situation Observing Everything still but like vaguely morbidly amused about it, probably what's running through the brain rn is "lmao, wonder which bullet will be The One" kind of deal. And cross-cutting the shooting & wide shots with the bells was *chefs kiss* genius.

Even Madeleine not managing to tell him was well written/paced. Cuz it was very believable that she (not trained for this) was scared/shocked & couldn't get a word out. Until the "JAMES. I'd rather die than have you think I--" and then the fucking. tragedy of the bad timing. god. And then even her not just saying it later is like, it all makes sense with the way it was paced, shot, & edited. It was beaaautiful oh man. This also where I was like. damn lmao. miscommunication in a movie where it. feels like it makes sense and isn't just a stupid macguffin lol??? In a hollywood movie?? wild

but yeah this is also where it was like. hey wait. the man who, in the face of sort of a morbid (passively?) suicidal emotional blowout due to the Everything, but was able to break through it when she got through to him enough for him to look at her, and her to cry & shake her head like no, it's not true/no don't do this/please/(w.e). and go, "Okay." and take action. How does he put her on the train??

BUT. BUT FUCKING. BUT THEN. MY GOD. *Actually* watching the fucking scene I was like. Ooooh. ough ough oh god. This isn't him vindicatively cutting her out of his life "the bitch is dead" style. This is his Vesper in the elevator cage moment. He's fucking drowning in the cage but he doesn't want to take her with him. He's locking her out of the cage. god.

And the fucking. devastation on his face while he's on the platform. THAT'S HIS FUCKIN. VESPER HOLDING HIM ONE LAST TIME AND SHOVING HERSELF TO TH EBACK OF THE CAGE AAARGGGGHH BARK BARK BARK

Which, a-fucking-gain. THEN MAKES THE NO TIME TO DIE SONG. ALL THE FUCKING MORE EGREGIOUS LMAO. "was I stupid to love you was I foolish to trust was it obvious to everybody else" WHAT ARE YOU ON. THIS IS A SHAKESPEAREAN TRAGEDY THIS ISN'T FUCKIN. 'THE BITCH IS DEAD.'

God this is like when ppl are convinced QoS was Bond going on a revenge rampage when he was (1) not even rampaging (2) not on a revenge quest/storyline - that was Camille's story!!!* caveat I did not watch QoS either lol, but I did watch a video essay breaking it down which I found Very Compelling and have since incorporated it into my worldview lmao. Like, in light of me actually watching the beginning of NTTD, and then it launching into the title sequence and the song. IT ACTIVELY. REWRITES HISTORY YOU JUST WATCHED ON THE SCREEN AAAGGGHHH BITE CHOMP KILL. IT UNDERMINES THE WHOLE. ALL OF THE WORK THE FILMMAKERS DID UP TO THAT POINT IN PLOTTING OUT ACTING OUT & ESTABLISHING THE STORY TO THIS POINT.

Like. The problem of the song isn't even oh it's a limited POV thing. IT'S NOT EVEN WAHT BOND'S POV WOULD HAVE BEEN/SHOULD HAVE BEEN BY THAT POINT. Again, this is the "the bitch is dead" edit of the scene, BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED. THIS IS BOND LOWKEY SPIRALING AND LIKE. OVERSTIMULATED-EXTREME-EMOTIONAL-AMBUSH-IN-A-VERY-SHORT-TIME LOWKEY EMOTIONALLY SPINNING OUT. BUT THEN BREAKING THRU IT ENOUGH WHEN MADELEINE CALLED FOR HIM. TO LOCK HER OUT OF HIS SINKING CAGE. BRUH. BE SO FORREAL RN.

also lmao she clutches her torso WAY too high up, bruh that's her sternum not her belly... but ig the idea translates across still.

but yeah. god. And here I thought No Time to Die the song was just. boring & musically uninspiring. but no. it's so much worse lmao. god.

[veliseraptor]

top 5 fic recs? any fandom

five? any fandom? anon I have 1,065 fics in my bookmarks on ao3, which doesn't include in progress works that I'm really enjoying, and while some of those are for fandoms I'm no longer in it's like. that's a lot of fic to try to pick five from.

but I guess if I say "five completed single fics on the longer side (i.e. not a series)" then that narrows it down a little at least. and I'm still like. but what about everyone I'm leaving out.

so consider this a top frive fics that's in no way definitive.

Hard Mouth by road_rhythm.

There's something in Caleb's dreams. It wants him to know that he's not alone. It wants him to know that he'll never be alone again. Elves don't dream, so all Essek can do is watch.

It's been a minute since I read this one but it's a remarkable piece of work. It's Shadowgast canon divergence from late in Campaign 2, featuring Caleb suffering a whole lot and one of the best action scenes I've read in a fic, ever. Knotty and plotty and compelling.

Bargaining by @proantagonista

Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past. Post TDW.

I feel like the fact that this is MCU and I still had to put it on here speaks for itself, a little bit. This fic is possibly the best one I read in the MCU fandom, in terms of craft and also how much it made me feel; the slow build and arc of the plot makes a thing of beauty. One of the Loki fics I read that just lives in my head.

The Shadow That Remains of You by tenddisorder

After failing for years to restore life to Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang decides to take a different approach to the problem. It goes almost entirely to plan.

Given the premise of this one (SongXueXiao travel back in time to dinosaur country) I would've been skeptical, but I think it was recced to me compellingly enough that I gave it a go and boy was I rewarded for that decision. Turns out that concept is a perfect way of basically isolating all three of these characters from everything else while they work out their shit. And there's some truly choice whump in there, too.

Under the Wheel by @silvysartfulness

Some few lucky times, the only thing you need to fix your horrible shared tragedy is a single heartfelt wish and a second chance to get things right. Or two. Or three. Or- okay, it's a bit of a work in progress. Song Lan spends centuries searching for a way to go back to a time before all horrors, undo all hurt and give him and Xiao Xingchen another chance at happiness. It could have gone according to plan.

Admittedly this one was written for me so that probably informs this decision a little, but it really is tailor-made for my specific wants and pleasures and it really pays off. Several of my favorite concepts combined (time travel, time loops, multiple people having conflicting goals having to work together) into a delightful piece of work. (As far as Silvy's work, The only reason Heaven Has a Road didn't make this list instead is because it's not complete yet.)

til my feet are memory by @curiosity-killed

The first time he meets Crimson Rain Sought Flower, Mu Qing barely makes it out alive. He throws himself, claws, crawls his way back to the heavenly court with his soul half out of his body, his limbs shredded and heart fluttering weakly as it weeps blood into the floor of his palace.

I waffled a little on the final one for this list - there were a couple VegasPete possibilities and an FMA fic that almost made it on, and I considered just having this list be a top seven instead of a top five) but ultimately I decided on this one partly because I am obsessed with this pairing, there's very little fic for it with the dynamic I prefer, and the execution in this fic is everything I want from it. In general this author does excellent work just...across the board, but this is possibly my personal favorite, at least of the works on the longer side.

so there's five. but like. I'm serious about that 1,065 bookmarks, all of which I rec to one degree or another. this is just a selection.

[queerocfandomer]

ExWidow Russian Girlfriend Problems?

One-Shot - 1775 Words Natasha/GNreader - Yelena/Kate Fluff inspired by the classic -’do you like me=we are married’- incorrect quotes

It was a quiet night at the complex, a rare moment when almost everyone had left to be with their families for the long weekend. It was Natasha's turn to hold down the fort, which, of course, meant that you both remained behind. Across the room, she was immersed in a game of pool with Yelena, her laughter and competitive spirit lighting up the space, while you lounged on the couch, lost in the details of the most recent mission reports. Meanwhile, Kate and America had finally abandoned their barstools after what felt like endless attempts to perfect their knife and glass balancing trick. You were thankful, really—the persistent clatter of knives hitting the table had started to wear on your nerves.

“Goodnight, everyone!” America called out, waving as she made her way to the elevator. You all paused to acknowledge her departure, and before diving back into your tablet, you glanced at Natasha. She caught your gaze, then winked and blew you a playful kiss. With a small smile, you mimed catching it and tucking it away in your pocket. 

“Wow, that might be the cheesiest thing I've ever seen,” Kate exclaimed as she claimed a spot on the couch beside you.

“If it is, you really need to watch more movies,” you quipped, before diving back into your work. As Kate got comfortable, you noticed her eyes fixed intently on the pool match unfolding across the room. After a few moments, you set the tablet aside and turned your gaze to her.

“What’s on your mind, Bishop?”

“Oh, me? Uh, yeah, nothing, just, you know, chillin’.”

“Look, I know we haven't known each other long, but I’d like to remind you I’m not THAT much older than you,” you said playfully, smirking. “We can still be friends, even if I have to be a little bossy during training and all that.”

“Right, yeah. It’s just that I’m still getting used to being on a team with the people I used to admire on TV,” she admitted, a sheepish look crossing her face.

“Trust me; we have the same everyday problems that anyone else does. So if you’ve got something on your mind, feel free to share—like maybe now, since you’re obviously dwelling on something.”

“Okay, okay,” she sighed, swirling the last of her drink in contemplation. “I was just thinking… you two have been together for, like, a long while, right?”

“I think most people would say so, yes,” you chuckled, adjusting your position to face her more fully. “So, it’s an Ex-Widow Russian Girlfriend kinda dilemma?”

“What? No! I mean, Yelena isn’t my… ah, we aren’t… is it that obvious?”

You couldn't suppress a laugh, shaking your head. “If I had to use one word, Kate, it would be—painfully.” You watched as the blush in her face began to dim. “I know things were a bit rocky at the start, but honestly, we’ve just been waiting for you to tell us for a couple months now.”

“Oh,” she paused, taking a sip of her drink, her gaze fixated on Yelena before returning to you. She shifted closer on the couch, her voice dropping to a softer beat. “Okay, so it’s like… ugh, yes, we’re dating, right? But are we? I asked her, and she said yes, so we did that, but then we kept hanging out, and it feels like dates, but we don’t actually say it, and she’s, like, really closed off but also super flirty, depending on who’s around. I just don’t know if it’s real or just… ugh, I don’t even know!”

“Mmmm, well that sounds about right. Look, I’ve only known Yelena for a couple of years longer than you, and that’s just her vibe. But I get what you’re saying. I don’t know much about your childhood, Kate, but I think we can both agree that theirs is a whole other story, and obviously, all that comes with a lot of trauma. None of us here are free of that burden, but for them, it runs deeper. Generally speaking, that history means they aren’t used to being loved or allowing those feelings, so it can take time to break through. And our line of work doesn’t help. We are painfully aware every day of how caring for someone can lead to hurt—for both you and them. So, gradually breaking down your walls to embrace love? It’s a heck of a challenge. It took me ages to figure out how to navigate my own way through.”

Kate nodded, her understanding evident in the glint of her eyes as she absorbed your words.

“You know, it still feels so bizarre to have people seeking my dating advice. I never saw myself as that person,” you admitted.

“But you two are just so perfect together; you mesh like seamlessly,” she observed, a hint of envy lacing her tone.

“That’s sweet, but it didn’t always look like this, you know. Just like everyone else, we have our struggles. We knew each other for years before we finally got our act together. We’re certainly not perfect; we’ve had our share of ups and downs, disagreements, mess-ups, and fights. But we chose to work through them. I do get that they come off as intimidating—not sure if it’s a Russian, assassin, or spy thing, but yeah, they can be a little abrasive at times, I won’t deny that.”

You both shared a warm smile, a mutual understanding passing between you.

“Sometimes, the people who seem the most indifferent are actually the ones who care the most. It’s just their wall protecting them because they’re unsure if it’s safe to open up and allow themselves to care. Each person has their own way of navigating that. But there’s one thing I can definitely tell you specifically about those two,” you added, eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“I’ll take any insight I can get,” she said quietly, leaning in.

“They don't put on an act when they don’t have to. Unless it’s for a mission, they aren't the type to hang around to fulfill social expectations. Yelena wouldn’t spend time with you if she didn’t genuinely want to, trust me. She wouldn’t bother to invest the effort if she didn’t care.”

“I just wish she would talk to me more,” Kate lamented, her voice tinged with frustration. “Like, just tell me that.”

“Yeah, that can definitely take time, but they’re pretty direct when it matters. If you haven’t noticed, those two are not shy about telling it like it is. So… you could always just ask her.”

A loud burst of energy erupted from the pool table, and you turned to see Natasha reveling in her victory while Yelena sulked in defeat. You stood, turning back to Kate before heading over.

“Maybe you should start by just telling her how you feel and that you just want to know how she does,” you suggested nonchalantly. “Sometimes you just have to embrace the cheese.” She nodded, a shy smile crossing her lips as she joined you in moving toward the pool table.

“Hey, Natasha, quick question for you,” you called out, approaching the duo. She turned, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity. “I was just wondering—do you like me?” you asked, a teasing grin spreading on your face.

“I asked you to marry me,” she replied, rolling her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Yeah, but was that like a friend thing or a love thing?”

“You’re ridiculous,” she replied, laughter bubbling beneath her teasing tone as she shook her head.

Stepping closer into her space, you wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing your face an inch from hers. “And you secretly love it.”

“Not so secret,” she murmured, lips brushing against yours before you both melted into a gentle kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck while yours slid up her back, leaning into each other for a moment until Yelena’s voice broke through.

“Ugh, get a room!” she groaned.

You both smiled into the kiss and then pulled away just enough to meet her gaze. “But it’s so much more fun to annoy you,” you quipped.

You heard Kate let out a laugh from behind you as Yelena dramatically rolled her eyes.

Natasha slid her arms down to turn around, her back resting against your front. She laid her head onto your shoulder, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “That’s a really good idea though,” she noted, her eyes glimmering with a mix of mischief and affection.

“So it is,” you replied, playfully giving her a gentle nudge toward the hallway. You locked hands, and Natasha quickly hip-checked Yelena as you walked by.

“You two are so gross,” Yelena complained, covering her face with her hand in mock disgust.

“Just fulfilling your request, sestra,” Natasha shot back with a wink as you reached the elevator hallway, waving goodbye. “Goodnight, ladies!”

As you waited momentarily in front of the elevator, you tuned in, listening intently. For the average person, voices would have to be raised to be heard from here, but your enhanced abilities allowed you to pick up their words with clarity.

“You have to admit, they’re pretty cute.”

“That’s my sister, Kate.”

“Yeah, but they’re usually so serious and business-like, you know? It’s refreshing to see them happy and just like real—kinda proof that you can juggle both lives.”

Good luck, kid, you thought, as the elevator door opens, 

“They talking about us?”

“Oh yeah… Kate thinks we are cute and thus Yelena is a little miffed”

“Well that sounds about right”

You enter the elevator and lean against the wall, Natasha beside you, hands still entwined. 

“Please tell me your sister knows how absolutely head over combat boots that woman is for her?”

“I wish I could say yes, but I feel like she may still be mostly oblivious. I still can’t get her to really admit her own feelings—stubborn as a mule.” 

“Well, I guess that shouldn’t surprise me… It runs in the family after all.”

“I was the one who kissed you first, remember?”

“Oh, I do.” As the elevator doors slid open, you stepped away, your hand slipping out of hers as you walked backward, your grin playful. “But kissing isn’t quite the same as feelings,” you teased, turning to walk down the hallway.

“I’m pretty sure I can make you feel some things with my kisses,” she chimed from behind you.

She quickly caught up, wrapping her arms around your waist and placing tender kisses along your neck as you opened the door. With a gentle shove, she pushed you inside, laughter following as the door clicked shut behind you.

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[iguessitsjustme]

When It Rains It Pours Ep 7 Thoughts

Today…has been real up and down for me. And right now I am tired and I am grumpy and I am hungry and I am sad. But I've seen that this show has a happy ending so I am also excited. I may not be as talkative in this final liveblog as I normally am (or I might be there's no telling). But before I watch, I want to just take a moment to thank everyone that told me to watch this show. Being in this fandom and talking to you guys has been truly the highlight of my last few weeks. I came to this show late but everyone was so excited for me to watch and it has been an absolute delight talking with everyone. I hope to keep seeing y'all in other fandoms after this show ends (also I hope we keep talking about this show. Just because it's ending doesn't mean we ever need to stop. If y'all have thoughts about this show even two years from now and want to scream with someone, I'm sure the entire fandom will be happy to resume the screams). Anyway ramble over. Liveblog, as always, is under the cut:

Before I get into this liveblog actually, I will pay one william dollars to anyone that doesn't wake me up at 5 in the goddamn morning with loud noises and persist with those loud noises for an hour. One william dollars. I have had A Day and there is a reason I am Tired.

Asking the important questions.

Something something coffee something something my brain isn't working today *chomps on some fried chicken*

It is not lost on me that Sei is now wearing colors now that Fujisawa isn't around.

It can be if you want it to be baby boy

Hagiwara making sure to get Sei's friends contact information for him. Making sure that Sei isn't alone and abandoned. Making sure Sei has someone to talk to. I am FINE.

Sei actually reaching out and going to get drink with him. I'm FINE.

Falling in love with kindness my beloved.

Can't wait to rec this to my irl BL friend. They're gonna LOVE it.

Aw man I was hoping Fujisawa just wouldn't be here. I knew he would be but let a person be in denial will ya?

I need that car alarm to be shut the fuck off. I am TRYING to WATCH.

Dear Fujisawa, I do not care that you've always liked Sei. You raped him. 

Okay okay so. Here's the deal. Fujisawa feeling guilt for Sei's parent's accident definitely explains a lot. It explains a whole hell of a lot. BUT. It does not excuse anything. Sei was miserable. Sei was isolated from his friends. Sei was raped. It breaks my heart to think what could have happened had Sei's parents not died. But they did. And it brought out the worst of Fujisawa. And while I understand where he is coming from and why he did the things he did, I do not condone them. Many things can be true at once and the circumstances these two were placed into were awful and complex. But the choices they made in those circumstances are what led them to this moment. To the pain and the hurt. Fujisawa should not feel guilty about Sei's parents. He did not cause them to die. He did, however, rape Sei. That is a thing he did. Honestly, these two need to leave each other's side or else they will be miserable forever. Even without the rape. The guilt Fujisawa feels will forever hold them down in misery. This time when I say Sei needs to be set free of Fujisawa, I mean it more than just Sei needs to be free of his control. He needs to be set free from Fujisawa's feelings of guilt that have trapped them both. And Fujisawa needs to be set free too. Or he will make the same choices with anyone else he tries to move on with. I still say he goes off the cliff though. Cause I'm still angry at him even if his actions make more sense to me now.

Noisy neighbors go AHWAY. bite bite kill kill

Had to move rooms because dear god the noises did not stohp. I am having a bad fucking day let me tell ya

Sei is a good person for setting him free. I still feel no sympathy for him.

Every car needs to die forever.

C'mon you two! Meet up! I need it. I need it so bad. Do you understand how bad I need to see you two meet up today? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

BITE BITE DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE

SCREAMING

BOY. I KNOW THIS HAS A HAPPY ENDING BUT BOY.

Sei go get your man. Please. I'm begging. I am running out of episode. Please. Go get him.

YES THAT'S RIGHT GO TO THE MUSEUM. TO GO GET YOUR MAN. GO SEI GO

Has he met me?

Anyway umbrella my beloved. I do not have the brain power tonight but I want to write a post about the use of umbrellas in this show. I'm also very busy this weekend (yay birthday plans) so maybe next week? When I can find a spare second. But I need to talk about the umbrellas. I also want to talk about the soundtrack. Especially when it comes to Fujisawa but there's so much. I might need to just pick a Fujisawa scene. Feel free to help me decide if there's a specific scene you want me to attempt to analyze the soundtrack of. Anyway. Back to umbrella my beloved.

I am glad it was Sei who confessed first. That feels important somehow.

Do y'all see. Do you understand. Why umbrellas. Are my beloved? Does this help you to understand?

God bless

They have to say this because it was so well done and the themes were so universal and applicable that it feels real. The plot and characters may be fictional but the feelings, emotions, and community this show brought are real and I am ever so grateful for it.

As I have already complained numerous times today, my brain is not here to do any sort of wrap up or anything. I might do a post-show thoughts later on once I've had time to process and also I get my brain back. I did it for 4Minutes I might do it for this one because there is a lot I want to say. I also might not because busy. We will see. And I kind of want to rewatch this last episode once I can feel my brain again so I feel like I can fully appreciate it.

Thank you to everyone who has read my liveblogs I cannot believe that more than 2 people were reading these and enjoying my silly little thoughts. I love each and every one of you. Please feel free to keep tagging me in things or talking to me about this show or literally anything else for the rest of all time (I am currently having a bot problem so I might need to restrict my reply settings but if that happens my DMs and ask box are always open). Peace and love I'm gonna go cry about umbrellas now.

[damehimari]

A Lord devoid of light

It's been a moment since I've drawn him.

feels lovely having more time to paint now ahhh.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

auction results done for @ouchpotatoex as a part of the 2024 @marveltrumpshate charity event: thank you so much for your generosity and donations !!!!

[californiaquail]

anyone else feeling fundamentally incapable of adjusting to society. also just discovered there's a 30 tag limit which i can't believe i've never hit before

[outlying-hyppocrate]

well. did you fucking miss me.

[fatbitchneedsfoodbadly]

I've been up constipated since 3 am, so maybe this isn't the proper venue for me to be talking about this BUUUUUT... As someone who watched (and enjoyed because I don't care about the show or nuance) Lily Orchard's shitty steven universe video, and as someone who's learned a lot about how trans women (and people who go against the garden variety liberal narrative) get harassed ad infinite if they dare to say something that people don't like, I can safely say that her harassers don't care about her victims. They just don't. I won't sit here and defend her if she is truly guilty of the heinous things her sister accused her of, but the fact of the matter is that Lily's detractors could care less about CSA or anything that her sister has to say. And I will also say that her sister may one day have to contend with the fact that she and her trauma was used by a bunch of freaks on the internet to completely destroy the reputation of one of her family members to the detriment of them both. I won't place any blame on her or even accuse her of lying. The worse case scenario that I'm willing to concede is that the sister, as the victim, decided that revenge was the only path towards personal justice, and went into this knowing full well that these people didn't give two shits about her. Even if that were the case, it's still sad that she allowed herself to be (or was unwittingly) used in this manner. I say all this to say that even taking Lily's worst crimes into account, it's only ever used as a gotcha to silence critics who rightfully point out that, at the end of the day, this is just another case of liberal fandom treatlerites (shoutout to the originator of this term; iykyk) harassing a woman, a trans woman at that, for daring to having an opinion that they didn't like. Literally everything else is superfluous, and as soon as I realized this, I knew that it was the worst case scenario for for any of Lily's actual victims. There is no justice in this. Lily's not going to jail over this, and if the sister is still active online, I pray that she doesn't wake up one day and realize that it was all for nothing. Worse than nothing.

[sysig]

Guess who :3c (Patreon)

[regular-lord-reckoner]

i am so glad this week is finally (almost) over

i had an appointment with my pcp on monday to see about this possible kidney stone situation

they did a urinalysis on me and sure enough i do have some blood in my urine so that plus the pain means it's likely there's a stone, but i'm in a situation again where i haven't had any pain for days so it's like...that's not good !! (especially since this has been going on for a few months at this point !)

they ordered me a ct scan which i had today so i'm hoping maybe sometime tomorrow i'll get the results of that and we can maybe figure out what's going on

i also had a dentist appointment on wednesday but it was just a cleaning and my dentist said everything looks good. it is kinda funny because i was actually supposed to have this appointment months ago but decided to reschedule because i had too much going on that week and so it got pushed out until now and then i end up having even more shit to do this week than i did back then so...oh well !! it's finally done

and tomorrow i've gotta do some of my usual errands (mostly taking the garbage off and getting a few things from the grocery store) and then i think i'll finally be done !! hopefully !!

hope you have a good, restful weekend coming up if you're reading this !! <3