#build her personality and her relationships

[beetlejuicyy]

criston cole is such a female-experience coded character and it is exactly why he is hated so much hear me out

his whole character is built around the idea that rhaenyra seduced him, had taken his dignity and made him feel like her whore. his vow and his duty are close enough to the idea of women's purity and value. you were sullied, you have to marry the man that devalued you, otherwise you are spoiled and unworthy.

on top of that, his identity as a knight, as kingsguard means he is submissive. he is not seen having a lot of opinions or plans to how things are done, the big guys in the council decide and he has to obey to their orders.

on top of that, when he does act at last, it's portrayed in the form of scheming, behind the backs of people, and it's mostly attributed to his sentimental nature, to his inability to think straight, be logical because of his personal feelings. that's how women have been portrayed for centuries.

another thing that makes his character harder to grasp is the choice to have the same actor play the pre-timeskip and past-timeskip criston. 20 years have passed and yet people see him as the same person who refused to be rhaenyra's whore but now he is hypocritical because he is alicent's whore. 20 years have passed and, even if you can't see it on his face, he's bound to have changed too.

in his relationship with alicent he doesn't talk as much. he is obedient, she's the one in charge. she gets to say when and how things happen, he is just at her service.

his entire character is build up to revolve around rhenyra, like women's lives are supposed to revolve around men. if he refuses to acknowledge his status in his youth he is no longer allowed to later (after 20 years mind you) find some sort of comfort in another master. it's like saying "if you say you hate the system why take part in it"?

his pent up rage and hatred is evil, because what happened to him was behind closed doors where no one saw or heard of it. because if they knew of it he would lose everything, exactly the way women have often refrained from talking about their condition in fear of being villainized themselves. in the meantime, the one in power will keep their dignity and spotless reputation like rhaenyra is not even held accountable for having bastards pushed forward as heirs, not to mention the fling she had with criston.

this rant is in no way trying to portray criston cole as a saint or a good guy or trying to justify his behaviour. this is actually the problem with hotd, the effort to draw a line between the good guys and bad guys. have it be either balck or white. it's not, it can't be. you either have complex, morally grey characters with flaws and mistakes or you go watch marvel or something. even there villains are more humanized than in this petty effort of righteousness.

[thestrongestkikufuku]

a business proposal, p. 8

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» contents - ⟡⋆˙ fluff, slight angst, crack, au, satoru gojo x f!reader, ceo!gojo, suggestive themes, jealousy, mutual pining, kissing, gojo being a lil shit, gojo and reader being cute!!!

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“Just imagine how surprised she must’ve been,” Gojo sighed heavily, running his fingers through his white locks. “So I told her I’d give her some time to think.”

“Right,” Geto replied calmly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as he navigated the familiar streets leading to their workplace. “That’s honestly the only thing you can do. To give her time.”

“Yeah, but…” Gojo began tentatively, “how long does it usually take to make such a decision?”

“It depends from person to person. Everyone processes things differently.”

Gojo fell silent, his impatience simmering just below the surface. He gazed out of the window, watching the city pass by, his mind racing with thoughts of you. The memory of your smile, the way you laughed, your gentle touch, your voice—it replayed in his mind like a cherished melody. His heart ached with longing, aching to reach out to you, to see you again.

After a moment, he turned back to Geto, his voice tinged with frustration. “So I shouldn’t call her first?”

“No,” Geto confirmed without hesitation. He glanced briefly at Gojo at the rearview mirror, gauging his friend’s turmoil. “Pushing her now might not help. Let her come to you when she’s ready.”

“You really think she’ll come around?”

Geto’s expression softened. “If she feels the same way about you, then yes, she will.”

Gojo nodded reluctantly, the weight of Geto’s advice sinking in. He knew deep down that rushing things could ruin everything that he hoped to build with you. Yet, the ache in his chest persisted—a yearning that threatened to consume him. He shifted in his seat, unable to find comfort in the familiar sights passing by. Every passing moment without you felt like an eternity.

—

The familiar hum of the appliances working, the quiet rustle of baking sheets, and the soft clinking of utensils surrounded you, but it all felt distant, like background noise to the storm of thoughts in your mind.

It had been a few days since Gojo’s unexpected confession, but the weight of his words still hung heavy in the air. His words echoed relentlessly in your head. 

“I have feelings for you, [name].” 

“And I cannot keep pretending that I don’t.”

You replayed that night over and over, trying to make sense of it all. His earnest admission, the raw vulnerability in his eyes, and the overwhelming flood of emotions you felt—it was all too much. 

‘He has feelings for me?’ The thought slipped into your mind.

You glanced at the dough in front of you, your hands kneading it absentmindedly. You had been at it for the past hour, unable to focus on the task at hand. Every time you tried to concentrate, your mind drifted back to that night, to his confession, his expression, the way he had looked at you with such sincerity, affection, and vulnerability.

You sighed, leaning back against the counter, your eyes unfocused. The confusion and conflict within you were palpable. On one hand, there was the undeniable connection you felt with Gojo, a bond that had grown stronger with time, transcending the boundaries of your fake relationship. Despite the initial pretense to convince his grandfather, the moments you shared, the laughter, the lingering touches—it all felt real. You couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through you whenever you thought of him, whenever he was near, and the way your heart seemed to recognize his presence even before your eyes did.

But on the other hand, there were the complexities and risks that came with acknowledging these feelings. The fear of vulnerability and potential heartbreak loomed over you. And it wasn’t just about the fact that he was your boss—an inappropriate relationship in the eyes of many—it was also about what his grandfather would think. The facade you had both maintained had been for a purpose, to meet the expectations of his family. Admitting to these feelings now felt like a betrayal of that initial agreement, and the consequences seemed overwhelming.

Your mind kept replaying his words once more, the earnestness in his eyes, the tremor in his voice. It all started to slowly break down the walls you had built around your heart. 

You felt trapped, the depths of your heart held a whirlwind of emotions— your affections for Gojo, fear of the repercussions, and an overwhelming sense of sadness at the possibility of what might never be. The rational part of you screamed that it wasn’t going to work, and that cutting contact with him would be for the best. But your heart, ever so foolish and yearning, couldn’t help but feel hopeful and long for him. 

Just as you sank deeper into your thoughts, the sound of the bell chiming above the door snapped you out of your trance. You blinked, momentarily disoriented, before realizing someone was at the door.

“Oh, hi Kento,” you greeted him warmly, your movements coming to a stop from kneading as you dusted your hands gently. “I didn’t expect to see you here today. Anything I can get for you?”

The blond smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Actually, I’m here to see you. It has been a while since we talked.”

His suggestion caught you off guard, but a small smile tugged at your lips. Spending time with him could provide a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions surrounding Gojo’s confession.

“That’s very kind of you,” you replied, grateful for the opportunity to shift your focus. “Just give me a moment, and we can go.”

—

“Are you sure about this, Satoru? Is now really the best time to talk to her?” Geto glanced at him briefly at the rearview mirror, concern etched on his features. 

Gojo didn’t respond. Instead, he pushed open the door of the car and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The familiar scent of freshly baked goods enveloped him as soon as he entered the bakery, momentarily soothing his nerves.

A wave of relief washed over him when he spotted you sitting at a table. Your face lit up with a wide smile, laughter bubbling out—a sound he had longed to hear. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, the warmth of your presence pulling at him.

But as he approached, his relief quickly faded away, replaced by a feeling of disappointment and confusion when he saw you talking and laughing with a man he didn’t know. You seemed so close... So comfortable together, sharing a moment that made Gojo’s stomach twist with unease.

Who is this man? And why are you talking to him like that?

He stood just a few steps away from your table, unnoticed for the moment as his mind raced with thoughts. He couldn’t deny the pang of jealousy that gripped him. Despite his determination to talk to you and sort out his feelings, seeing you with someone else stirred up a whirlwind of emotions—doubt, longing, and a fear of losing you before he could even truly have you.

Gojo’s daydreams of a tender conversation with you faded into the background, replaced by the harsh reality of seeing you with another man. He felt a knot form in his throat, unable to tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding before him.

“Satoru?”

Your sweet voice pulled him back to reality. There you were, staring at him with wide eyes, shock flickering across your face.

“W-What are you doing here?”

Gojo stood there, conflicted and uncertain. His heart pounded in his chest, torn between the desire to talk to you and the turmoil stirred up by seeing you with that man. A heavy silence settled between you, broken only by the faint murmurs and soft humming of the machinery.

For a moment, Gojo struggled to find the right words. His mind raced, grappling with the rush of emotions—jealousy, disappointment, and a deep-seated fear of rejection. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His gaze flickered between you and the exit, uncertainty clouding his features.

“I...” Gojo started, his voice trembling slightly. He took a hesitant step backwards, breaking eye contact with you. “I... I should go.”

The words hung in the air, tinged with regret and indecision. Without another glance in your direction, Gojo turned on his heel and quickly walked towards the door. Every step felt heavy, each one a painful reminder of what he couldn’t bring himself to do.

“Satoru!”

—

Days passed, each one heavier than the last for you. Gojo’s abrupt departure from the bakery left you bewildered and hurt. You replayed the moment in your mind countless times, trying to make sense of his actions and your own feelings. Confusion stirred along with a dull ache in your chest as you wondered why he had come, only to leave without a word.

Work became unbearable. Every day, you navigated the familiar routines with a sense of unease. Gojo was conspicuously absent, leaving a void that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment. But you weren’t any better. You made excuses to steer clear of places where you might run into him, opting to focus on tasks that kept your mind occupied. Yet, no matter how hard you tried to bury your thoughts, they kept resurfacing—memories of his confession, the warmth of his presence, and the confusion of that last encounter.

Friends and coworkers noticed the change in you, the tension that seemed to radiate from your every movement. Concerned glances and hesitant inquiries followed you throughout the day, but you offered only vague smiles and assurances that everything was fine. But inside, you were anything but fine. You longed for clarity, for closure, yet each day without a word from Gojo deepened the sense of unease within you. Had he regretted his confession? Was he avoiding you deliberately, as you were him?

Alone in the copying room one afternoon, you tried to bury yourself in the mundane task of organizing paperwork. The hum of the copier filled the small room, providing a dull background noise that matched the numbness you felt inside. Sheets of paper slid out one by one, each landing with a soft thud in the tray.

Lost in your thoughts, you absentmindedly sorted through the documents, trying to find some comfort in the mindless repetition. But the unresolved tension with Gojo weighed heavily on your mind, refusing to be ignored.

Finally finished, you gathered the neatly stacked papers into your arms. As you turned to leave, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Gojo standing right behind you, his presence unexpected and startling. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, startled both by his sudden appearance and your own clumsy reaction. The papers slipped from your grasp, scattering across the floor.

Gojo’s expression mirrored your surprise, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the scene before him. 

“I-I’m sorry.” You stammered, hastily bending down to collect the scattered papers. Your fingers trembled slightly as you tried to gather them, avoiding his gaze.

Gojo moved closer, kneeling down beside you to help pick up the papers. His touch was gentle and his movements careful as he gathered the scattered sheets.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He murmured.

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, the proximity between you stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—relief at seeing him, anger at his absence, and anxiety of his sudden appearance.

Finally, the last paper lay between you, and you both reached for it simultaneously. Your hands brushed together again, but neither of you pulled away immediately, too caught up in a moment of longing and hesitation. Then, you suddenly withdrew your hand, immediately breaking the spell that had momentarily enveloped you both.

You stood up quickly, putting down the neat stack of papers on the counter as you avoided his gaze. The silence stretched between you, the atmosphere felt suffocating.

“You have been avoiding me.” Gojo finally spoke, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

The admission hung between you, heavy with the unspoken truth of your avoidance. You could sense Gojo’s gaze on you, searching for a response, for a glimpse into your thoughts and feelings.

“I...” you began, your voice wavering slightly as you struggled to find the right words. “I didn’t know how to face you after... Everything.”

Gojo nodded slowly, his expression a mixture of regret and understanding. “I understand. I’ve been... Processing things too.” He sighed heavily before continuing. “I didn’t mean to leave like that. It’s just… Seeing you with someone else—”

“H-He’s just a friend.” you stammered, your voice wavering. “There’s nothing going on between me and him.”

The words spilled out before you could stop them, surprising both yourself and Gojo. Why had you reassured him? You had been deliberately trying to maintain a sense of distance between you, to protect yourself from the turmoil of your feelings. Yet, here you were, offering him reassurance, as if secretly wishing to bridge the gap between you.

Gojo’s gaze flickered with surprise, then softened with a hint of relief. “A friend,” he echoed softly with a soft smile. “I see.”

“I-I should go—”

“Wait,” Gojo gently grabbed your arm, sending another spark through your body. “Can we talk?”

You sighed, closing your eyes tightly. “There’s... There’s nothing to talk about.”

His grip on your arm tightened ever so slightly. “Please,” he urged softly. “Just hear me out—”

“Please, stop,” you started, turning around to face him. Surprise flickered across his face at the sight of your distressed and sad expression. “Just stop.”

“Why are you—”

“This could never work between us, Mr. Gojo,” you murmured softly. He visibly winced at the mention of his last name. “Y-You should forget about what happened, about me, and continue to go on blind dates to find someone else.”

“Are you… Rejecting me right now?” 

You stood silent before him, nodding slightly.

“What’s the reason?” His voice was firm and steady yet filled with a desperate longing for understanding.

You let out a small, bitter chuckle. “There’s a lot of them actually,” you began tentatively, your voice wavering. “What would your grandfather say if he knew about this situation? Not to mention the other employees—”

“I’m not asking about the others,” he interjected smoothly, taking a step closer as his eyes bore into yours. “I only want to hear what you think.”

You swallowed hard, his proximity stirring a whirlwind of conflicted emotions within you. The ache in your chest tightened as you searched for the right words.

“It’s the same,” you finally whispered, meeting his gaze with a hint of sadness in your eyes. “I don't... I don’t think it would work out.”

He blinked, his expression faltering for a moment before he gathered himself. “Do you really not have any feelings for me?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words got caught in your throat. 

“I understand,” he said softly, though determination tinged his words. He closed the distance between you, your breath hitching as he approached. “But you should know that I will never give up. I will wait for you, until you finally like me back.”

Your heart ached at his words, the depth of his sincerity piercing through your defenses. You struggled to maintain your composure, to hold onto the reasons why this couldn’t work. But in that moment, with his hand against yours and his eyes searching yours for an answer, you couldn’t deny the pull of your heart.

“Why… Why do you keep trying?” You took a shaky breath, conflicted emotions swirling within you. “I-It’s obvious that I’m not the right girl for you. So please… Stop liking me and stop trying to get close to me.” You insisted softly.

As you try to pry yourself away from his grasp, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he tightens his grip slightly, pulling you gently back towards him. The proximity between you intensifies, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

“What you’re worried about will never happen, I can promise you that,” he reassures you, his voice earnest and unwavering. “So please, stay by my side.”

You stand there in silence, torn between the allure of his words and the weight of the fears and uncertainties that this relationship could bring. Confusion clouds your thoughts as you try to make sense of the conflicting emotions within you. His presence is magnetic, drawing you closer despite the rational voice urging and screaming at you to think things through. 

Without fully comprehending your own actions, your gaze drifts to his lips. The air crackles with tension as you lean in, hesitating only briefly before pressing your lips against his. The kiss is tender yet charged with unspoken desires and the depth of your emotions. Gojo’s response is immediate, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace, pulling you closer. The kiss deepens, igniting a fire that neither of you can deny.

For a moment, the world around you fades away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the taste of his lips against yours. You allow yourself to surrender to the vulnerability of the moment, letting go of the barriers that kept you apart. It’s a moment of clarity amidst the chaos of your emotions—a silent confession of the feelings you’ve both tried to resist.

When you finally pull away, breathless and overwhelmed, you meet Gojo’s gaze.

“Can I consider this a positive response to me asking you out?”

A wave of panic washes over you as the reality of what just happened sinks in. You hadn’t planned on this. You were supposed to be composed, in control. Yet here you were, vulnerable and exposed, grappling with feelings you had tried so hard to deny, and your lips still tingling from his touch.

“Uh, n-no!” You quickly pull yourself away from him, waving your hands nervously. “That’s not— that was not supposed to happen—”

“What?”

“T-This was a mistake,” you manage to stammer out, your heart pounding in your chest. “I-I’m sorry, sir, bye.” You bow briefly in apology before turning and scurrying off. 

“Wait, [name]—”

But you had already disappeared down the hallway, leaving Gojo standing there, stunned and alone.

As you hurried away, panic and confusion swirled within you. The taste of his lips lingers on yours, a vivid reminder of the moment that had just passed. You can’t shake the intensity of your own actions, nor the flood of emotions that had momentarily overwhelmed you.

Meanwhile, Gojo stands rooted to the spot, his hand absentmindedly touching his lips where yours had been just moments ago. His mind races as he replays the kiss in his thoughts, trying to make sense of the mixed signals you had sent. 

“She says it was a mistake,” he murmurs to himself, his brow furrowing in contemplation. “But she kissed me first.”

—

Later that evening you found yourself hunched over your laptop, trying to distract yourself with work. The events of the day had left your mind racing, the memory of Gojo’s unexpected appearance and the kiss that followed replayed incessantly in your mind. Each time you closed your eyes, you felt his touch lingering on your lips, igniting a rush of conflicting emotions—longing, guilt, and a profound sense of unease.

“God, why did I do that?” You whispered to yourself, shaking your head as if trying to dispel the memory. 

It was reckless, impulsive, and very much unlike you. You’ve always prided yourself on being rational and composed, yet in that moment, your resolve had faltered. 

“So stupid, [name].” You muttered under your breath, fingers tapping against the keyboard with more force than necessary. 

You were supposed to keep your distance, to maintain the boundaries you had carefully constructed. But one look, one touch from Gojo had shattered those defenses, leaving you vulnerable and questioning everything.

With a sigh, you minimized the documents on your screen and rubbed your temples, trying to ease the tension that coiled in your body. The weight of your actions hung heavy in the silence of your room, a reminder of the consequences of letting emotions dictate your decisions.

Suddenly your phone buzzed with an incoming call. You hesitated for a moment upon seeing Gojo’s name flashing insistently, unsure if you were ready to confront the tumultuous events of the day. After a deep breath, you answered reluctantly.

“Hello?”

“Hello, [name],” Gojo’s voice came through, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. “I’m outside your place. We need to talk.”

Your heart skipped a beat, panic creeping back into your voice. “Mr. Gojo, I… I’m really busy right now. Can’t this wait?”

“No, it can’t,” he insisted firmly. “I won’t leave until we’ve talked.”

Before you could protest further, he hung up. You sighed heavily, knowing that delaying would only prolong the inevitable. With a mix of apprehension and resignation, you made your way downstairs and out of the apartment building.

There, sitting in his car, was Gojo. He looked up as you approached, his expression unreadable. You hesitated for a moment before sliding into the passenger seat beside him. The silence between you was unbearable, each moment stretching out until Gojo finally broke it.

“About the kiss—”

Your heart raced, unsure of how to respond. “I-I’m so sorry, that was a mis—”

“Why do you keep saying that when you were the one that initiated it?” He interjected, his gaze searching for yours intensely. “If this was a mistake then why did you kiss me?”

“I-I, well…” You stammered, your cheeks flushing as you searched desperately for an explanation. “W-We kissed because… Because we were standing so close to each other! So we just bumped into each other, like a… A Fender-bender!”

“A fender-bender?!” Gojo exclaimed, incredulous. 

“Y-Yes! Exactly like that!” You nodded vigorously, trying to sound convincing despite the absurdity of your analogy. “It was just a collision of lips, totally accidental.” 

Gojo blinked at you, clearly unconvinced by your flustered attempt at explanation. “You know, that’s not how kisses usually happen.” 

“I-I know!” You blurted out, flustered. “I mean, I didn’t mean for it to happen that way. It was… Unexpected.”

“Is that what you really believe?” Gojo asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “So, what? Are my lips some kind of column for you to crash into?”

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. “No, no! T-That’s not what I was trying to say…”

Gojo sighed. “Well, whether it was a mistake or not. You initiated the kiss,” a mischievous glint flickers in his eyes for a brief moment. “So you should make up for it, right?”

“I…” Your voice trailed off as you sighed, nodding slightly. “Right, I’ll… I’ll do what I can to take responsibility and make it up to you.”

Gojo turned away for a moment, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Then he turned back to you. 

“Very well.” He started the engine of his car. “Buy me dinner to pay me back for kissing me.”

Your eyes widen, taken aback by his unexpected request. “W-What?!” 

—

“How can you ask a commoner to buy you something this expensive!?” You blurted out, your voice filled with incredulity as you scanned the menu.

“You said that you were gonna make up for it.” Gojo said casually, his eyes on the menu, though a teasing smirk played on his lips.

“You—” you exhaled sharply. “That kiss wasn’t just all me, you know?! You kissed me back! L-Like a total player!”

Gojo slowly sets down the menu, looking at you with an amused glint in his eyes. “So what you’re saying is that you’re not the only one at fault here?”

“Correct.”

“Well, I told you I have feelings for you,” Gojo says in a matter-of-fact tone. “How could I just stay still when the woman I liked started kissing me so aggressively?”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Aggressively? I was not aggressive! You make it sound like I attacked you or something!”

Gojo chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “Well, if you didn’t want to attack me, you could have fooled me. Your lips seemed pretty determined.”

The flush deepens on your face. “Well, I—”

“How about this then?” Gojo started, leaning back on his chair. “You can pay me back in another way.”

You felt a glimmer of hope, wondering what he could mean. “What other way?”

“I prefer to pay people back with exactly what I’ve received from them. Eye for an eye. A kiss for a kiss.” He said with a smirk.

Your eyes widened even more, and you felt your heart race as you slap your palm over your mouth. “What?!”

Gojo’s smirk grew wider, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Exactly. It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

You were completely flustered, your mind racing as you tried to process his words. “I-I don’t think that’s necessary—”

Gojo chuckled, his amusement evident. “Oh, but I insist. After all, it’s just a kiss, right?”

“I’ll pay for the food.” You blurted out, desperate to steer the conversation away from the topic of kissing.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his amusement deepening. “Alright,” he said, nodding. “If that’s how you want to handle it.”

As you both started eating, you couldn’t stop your mind from tumbling back to that kiss. Every time you glanced up at him, there it was, the sight of them – those perfectly sculpted, tantalizing lips – moving as he ate. You weren’t even sure if he was chewing or casting a spell with them, but you were enchanted either way.

The memory of the kiss kept hitting replay, over and over, like a broken record that you didn’t mind listening to forever. The urge to kiss him again gnawed at you, louder and more insistent with every bite of food. 

Suddenly, the whirlwind of thoughts became too much, and you slapped your hand over your mouth as if that could hold back the tide of emotions. 

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you blurted out, your chair scraping against the floor as you hastily rose up from your seat. “Be right back.”

Gojo watched you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, an eyebrow slightly arched as you bolted towards the restroom. 

Once you reach the bathroom, the sound of your heartbeat seemed to echo in your ears, drowning out everything else. You splashed cold water on your face, hoping to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside you. How could one person have this effect on you? It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.

“What are you doing?!” You whispered sharply under your breath. “Snap out of it! Get it together, [name].”

After taking a few deep breaths, you composed yourself and made your way back to the table. Gojo was still there, of course, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched you return.

“Feeling better?” He asked, his tone teasing.

“Much better.” You replied, trying to sound casual as you sat back down.

Gojo leaned in slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. “You know,” he began, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “if a simple kiss has you this flustered, I can’t help but wonder what else might drive you crazy.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, making you choke on your drink. “We should finish eating,” you said, your voice wavering just a little. “I don’t want the food to get cold.”

You forced a smile, focusing on your meal. The food was delicious, but you could barely savor the taste due to being distracted the whole time. Every time you looked up, you found Gojo’s eyes on you, a knowing smirk on his face. And every time your gaze fell on his lips, that maddening urge to kiss him again surged within you.

Finally, the meal came to an end and the restaurant staff approached your table. 

You turned to them with a sheepish look on your face. “Excuse me, is it possible to pay in six installments?” You asked, hoping to manage the cost.

The staff member smiled politely. “Oh, there’s no need for that ma’am. Your companion has already paid.”

“W-What?” 

Your eyes darted to Gojo, who casually rose from his seat, a smug smile playing on his lips as he began to walk away.

“Thank you,” you give the staff a quick bow before hastily gathering your things and hurried after him. “Why did you do that? I was supposed to pay.”

Gojo turned to you, his expression unreadable. “I thought about it and decided I didn’t want you to pay me back for a kiss with an expensive dinner.”

You sighed, your voice laced with sarcasm. “Then what do you want? An even more expensive dinner?”

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Or you can pay me back with something else.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized his implication. Quickly, you slapped your hand over your mouth, shaking your head quickly. 

“No way!” You mumbled through your fingers. "I’ll just buy you a more expensive meal next time.”

His eyes sparkled with amusement. “I’ll be looking forward to it,” he replied in a joking tone. He then started walking away, talking to himself just loud enough for you to hear. “What should we eat next time? Steak? Omakase?”

Panic surged through you as you followed after him. “Wait, wait! Those are so expensive!”

Gojo glanced back over his shoulder, a playful smirk on his lips. “Well, you did say more expensive,” he teased lightly, “Don’t worry, [name], I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

You groaned internally, knowing he was thoroughly enjoying this. “You’re impossible.” You muttered under your breath, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

He continued musing aloud, deliberately ignoring your distress. “Hmm, or perhaps a high-end French restaurant?”

“HEY!”

—

The next day, you found yourself walking through the entrance of a theme park, the excitement of the place bubbling around you. Bright colors, laughter, and the hum of roller coasters filled the air. As you scanned the crowd, your eyes finally landed on Gojo, who was leaning casually against a railing, a playful grin on his face.

When you approached him, you couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you ask me to meet you here?”

Gojo straightened up, his grin widening. “What do you think? I want a payback for that kiss.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, looking around the surrounding area. “Well, I don’t think there’s any good place to eat around here…”

He waved off your concern with a dismissive hand. “Forget about eating. Spend the day with me as payment.”

“What?” You blinked, completely taken aback.

Gojo’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and anticipation. “You said I shouldn’t make a commoner pay for an expensive meal, so I’ll buy your time instead.”

His words both shocked you and sent a flutter through your heart. You stood there for a moment, trying to process his offer. He wasn’t asking for a meal or any extravagant gesture; he simply wanted your company. The simplicity of it, combined with the underlying tension, made your heart skip a beat.

Gojo reached out, gently taking your hand casually. “Come on,” he said, leading you towards the nearest ride. “Let’s have some fun.”

As the day went on, you found yourself relaxing more and more in his company. You rode roller coasters, played arcade games, competing fiercely in air hockey and racing games, each match accompanied by Gojo’s competitive yet infectious laughter.

Amidst rides and games, you stumbled upon a charming shop brimming with vibrant headbands. Gojo insisted on buying matching ones — bright neon colors that clashed wonderfully with both your outfits. Laughing at the absurdity of it all, you both wore them proudly for the rest of the day, drawing amused looks from passersby.

Later, you stumbled upon a hidden photo booth tucked away in a quiet corner of the park. Gojo eagerly pulled you inside, and for a delightful half-hour, you posed and made exaggerated faces, letting the camera capture your playful antics. The resulting strip of photos grew sillier with each frame.

As daylight faded into evening, you sat at a table, observing the park’s lights twinkling to life under the settling twilight. It wasn’t long before Gojo approached, balancing a tray of drinks. He set them down with a grin, then slid into the chair opposite you, his expression brightening the dimming surroundings.

“I’m hungry, do you want to eat?” You asked, starting to rise from your seat. “I can go buy some—”

“It’s fine,” Gojo interrupted smoothly, leaning back against the chair. “Just spend your time on me. I’ll spend the money.”

His words caught you off guard, stirring a mix of emotions within you. It was a gesture both endearing and unsettling, leaving you unsure whether to accept or insist on contributing. As you hesitated, Gojo’s unwavering gaze held yours, his expression inviting you to simply enjoy the moment without overthinking.

“No, I can’t do that,” you replied quickly, averting his gaze from his. “I’m here to repay you for that kiss. So, what do you want to eat?”

Gojo seemed to consider this for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “Well, there is something I want to eat,” he finally said with a playful glint in his eyes.

Curiosity piqued, you followed him through the park until you found yourselves tucked away in a quiet spot. There, under the soft glow of fairy lights strung overhead, you sat side by side on a bench, sharing corn dogs from a nearby vendor.

“Okay, this better be an insanely good corn dog.” You raised an eyebrow, taking a skeptical bite. 

Gojo watched you expectantly, his eyes bright with anticipation. 

“It’s just a normal corn dog.” You deadpanned, your voice laced with feigned disappointment. “You should’ve at least given me one with more filling.”

Gojo chuckled at your reaction, shaking his head slightly as he took another bite of his.

Intrigued now, you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Did someone tell you that you had to get a corn dog if you go to an amusement park?” 

Gojo smiled softly, his gaze momentarily distant as he seemed lost in memories. After a brief silence, he spoke up, his voice gentle yet tinged with nostalgia. “Actually, I used to eat these with my parents when I was younger.”

Your playful expression faltered for a moment, a wave of empathy crashing over you as the weight of his words sank in. Of course, you had known about the tragedy Gojo had endured as a child; it was a piece of his story you had learned during the early days of your fake relationship.

“They tasted really good back then,” Gojo continued softly, a wistful smile touching his lips. “Sometimes, when I think about it, I come here and have one by myself.”

“You must have been really happy then,” you murmured softly, offering him a small smile. “It’s nice to eat food that you’ve had in the past. It makes you recall all of the happy memories from back then, and makes it tastes even better.”

A knowing smile formed on your lips as you continued, your voice tinged with nostalgia. “For me, it’s these little cakes my dad used to make for me whenever I had to go on field trips as a kid.” A soft chuckle escaped your lips upon remembering those moments. “Each time he would draw little faces or symbols on them.”

“You really are something else, aren’t you?” He said quietly, his voice carrying a mix of appreciation and admiration. 

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze returning to the twinkling lights of the amusement park. “Whenever I bring up my parents, people usually don’t know what to say. So they just end up telling me that they’re sorry,” he confessed quietly. “That’s why I’ve never been able to open up about it, despite it being one of my fondest memories. Even to my grandfather.”

You sat beside him quietly, your heart aching with empathy as he slowly opened up to you.

“But, sometimes I just want to talk to someone about my parents,” he said softly, his gaze flickering to meet yours, gratitude shining in his eyes as he smiled warmly at you. “So thank you [name], for letting me talk about it.”

—

As you gathered your belongings, preparing to leave after a long night’s work, echoes of yesterday’s events and heartfelt conversations with Gojo still resonated within you. The warmth of his laughter lingered in the air, and the sincerity in his words replayed like a soothing melody in your mind. The memory brought a tender smile to your lips as you contemplated the genuine bond that had quietly grown between you.

Lost in your thoughts, you stepped into the elevator, ready to head home. The doors began to close when two people entered, their voices carrying a hushed conversation that immediately caught your attention.

“I heard Gojo’s got a blind date tonight,” one of them whispered eagerly, the excitement palpable in their voice. “Heard that the woman comes from a super rich family.”

“Yeah, I heard that he’s been planning this for a while,” the other chimed in conspiratorially. “Do you think it’s serious? Could they end up getting married?”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest, leaving you breathless, a mix of shock and sadness washing over you. You stood there, frozen in place, trying to process the implications of what you had overheard. Could it really be true? Has Gojo been orchestrating this behind your back all along?

You couldn’t help but wonder why Gojo had confessed to you in the first place, considering he had been arranging this blind date for quite some time. Was it all just a game to him? A way to keep you hooked while he pursued someone more suitable? Or had he genuinely cared but decided that someone from a wealthy family offered him a better future? 

For a moment, you felt the feeling of regret creeping in, like a bitter taste in your mouth and a sharp ache in your chest. Regret for your defenses, for not laying bare your own heart sooner. Perhaps if you had been more open, more willing to show him how deeply he had touched you, things would have unfolded differently.

The gentle chime of the elevator reaching the lobby jolted you from your thoughts. Without hesitation, you hurried out, your mind spinning. You waved frantically for a taxi as you fumbled with your phone to dial Gojo’s number, your heart hammering painfully in your chest.

To your surprise, he picked up almost immediately.

“Hello?” 

“Get out of there now!” You blurted out as soon as he picked up. “Please, Satoru, don’t do this—”

“Do you even know where I am?” He asked casually, his voice calm and collected.

You felt a surge of frustration. “On that blind date! I-I heard— how could you do this to me, Satoru?” The words spilled out in a rush, tinged with hurt and betrayal. “Y-You made me fall for you, you stupid bastard! A-And now you’re going on a date with someone else? You… You can’t do that!”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before you continued, your voice trembling with emotion. “Y-You tell me that you like me— and then I hear this... I just... I can’t believe you’d do this.”

There was a pause, and then Gojo spoke again, his tone tinged with amusement. “You know, it’s kinda funny to see you act so jealous.”

“What are you—”

“I’m not on the blind date, [name],” he interrupted, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “Do you really think that lowly of me?” There was a teasing edge to his voice.

“But I heard—”

“I’m right in front of your house.” Gojo revealed gently. “I was going to ask you out again today.”

You were left speechless for a moment, trying to process his words.

He then continued, “it’s a good thing I came.” 

Your heart skipped a beat as his words sunk in. The taxi continued its agonizingly slow journey towards your home. Impatience gnawed at you as every passing minute felt like an eternity. Finally, the taxi slowed to a stop, and you hastily paid the driver, your hands trembling slightly as you gathered your belongings. Stepping out into the cool evening air, each moment felt charged with anticipation and uncertainty, your heart pounding relentlessly in your chest.

Standing just a few feet away from him, you witness the way his smile broadened and the way his eyes sparkled with tenderness. In that moment, all the tension that had gripped you just moments before melted away, replaced by a flood of warmth and affection.

Taking a tentative step closer, you felt the magnetic pull drawing you towards him. But before you could take another step, Gojo gently interrupted. “If you come any closer, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go again.”

Your smile softened, a small chuckle brushing past your lips. And without hesitation, you continued towards him, and Gojo mirrored your steps, drawing nearer until you were within reach of each other’s touch.

“I think it’s time I repay you for that kiss.” You whispered softly.

And with that, you leaned in, the world around you fading into insignificance as your lips met. It was a kiss born of longing and unspoken feelings, a culmination of emotions held back for too long. The sensation was electric, each touch of your lips igniting a fire that had smoldered for far too long.

His arms enveloped you, drawing you close, and you responded eagerly, pouring all the emotions you had been holding back. The taste of anticipation along with the sweetness of reconciliation, creating a moment that seemed to suspend time itself.

In that embrace, every doubt and fear that you had melted away, replaced by a comforting warmth of shared desire and affection. The kiss held a promise—a promise of connection and a future intertwined, filling you with the readiness to step confidently into a new chapter of your relationship.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dizzy from the intensity of the moment, you found yourself locked in his gaze. 

There was a playful glint in his eyes, a hint of humor lacing his voice as he spoke. “You’re not going to say that this was a mistake too, right?” 

You shook your head, a genuine smile spreading across your face as you met his gaze with unwavering certainty. 

“No, definitely not a mistake.”

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[enwoso]

Emily Fox x Reader based on "I Love You, I'm Sorry" by Gracie Abrams

I LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY — emily fox

this is probably a bit longer than all the other blurbs i’ve done… but i got a little carried away writing it,, anyways enjoy xox

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you and emily fox had a complicated relationship as well as history. it wasn't the usual hatred towards each other it was that you were just civil and that was part of the problem.

you'd both met way back in college, you both playing for UNC alongside some of your current teammates at the moment, alessia and lotte. you joining arsenal just a year after lotte wanting to make the big move back across the pond in hope it would help build your footballing career.

and much to your surprise it did, while you spent most of the first season on the bench you still managed to come on and most of the time make a difference in the game weather that being to score or assisting the goal.

before cementing yourself in the first team just the next season and finding yourself starting majority of the games and then going on to help arsenal lift the league title in the 18/19 season.

but enough of that and back to the complicated history of you and emily fox. you and her were the best of friends from the moment you met, you were glued to hip. you loving to make fun of her funny american accent while she would make fun of how bad your american accent was no matter how hard you tried, it sounded nothing like hers.

over the four years that you were at UNC you grew closer and closer together, to the point you weren't really sure if you were just friends anymore. on some nights when the team would be out celebrating and you both may not be thinking straight due to the alcohol that would be flowing through your veins.

and more times than you would like to admit out loud you would find yourself pinned to the a stall in the toilets while you were out, small whines strung from you as begged for her to carry on kissing you. her lips, her touch, her everything were your drug.

and while the casual hookup happened every other month, it never went anything further than that. you were simply just friends with benefits and while you wished you were more you just couldn’t bring yourself to commit in fear of ruining a friendship.

so when the offer to move across the pond, you grasped it with two hands. it breaking your heart that you were leaving but also emily’s but you made a promise to the girl that you would stay in contact and you would try and make the journey to see her whenever you had time.

however, the long distance between the two of you proving difficult for the two of you to stay close, text messages going from every hour to every other day as well as calls going from every morning to every week until the contact stopped and it was radio silence from each other.

so when the news hit arsenal that a new girl was coming from america the last person you expected was for it to be her.

watching as she walked through the club the same bubbly girl that you knew and left in america.

she quickly fitted in, reconnecting with the UNC duo alessia and lotte and over the weeks the american was back in your life all those feelings you had spent years trying to forgot came rushing back quicker than you could have said 1,2,3.

so on a night after a big win in the league you were sat in the booth of a bar by yourself as you watched on with a slight twang of envy as emily effortlessly danced and laughed with the arsenal girls.

you hadn’t had a chance to talk properly with emily, only the odd little small talk, ‘how your day’ ‘how you finding london’ or ‘you okay’ was all that had been spoken to by the two of you. but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by bringing up the past in case she was over you, and she didn’t want to bring up old memories cause what if it was just a college hookup to her.

you told yourself you would rather be hurt not knowing then hurt yourself by knowing the truth.

“why don’t you just talk to her?” beth said as you jumped a little not knowing how long she had been there or how long she had been watching you watch emily’s each movement.

“who?” you tried to play the dumb act but you knew by the look on beth’s face that she knew, you knew exactly who she was talking about.

“y/n don’t play stupid with me, just talk to emily. i can see the way you close yourself off from her every time she gets too close. you never know she may want to talk to you too about the past.” beth smiled softly nudging you slightly towards the end, you knew that she’d spoke the emily about you, more than likely meddling. beth had been one of the only people you had told about your past with the american.

“i can’t beth, it is what it is. it’s in the past now. m’trying to move on” you sighed, swirling your empty glass in your hand, hearing a tut from the blonde beside you.

“you can, y/n. and what’s the saying it’s better to try and fail then to never try at all!” beth tried as you gave her a pointed look, your eyebrow raised slightly at the sudden inspirational words.

“who would have thought drinking made you all inspirational quotes!” you laughed lightly as the blonde rolled her eyes pushing you out of the booth. “yeah, yeah, go and get your girl!” beth mocked your tone as she took another sip of her drink.

walking over to the american your nerves were all over, as you tried to navigate the hot and sweaty bar people being everywhere you turned it was like you were in a can of sardines.

finally reaching the girl, you tapped her on the shoulder probably not the best move to pull in a bar full of strangers but before you had time to think your body had already moved and done it for you.

startling the american as she turned around her features softening as she realised who it was, watching as alessia, kyra and laia were now stood behind emily eyes glued to the interaction between the two of you.

“hi”

“hey, you okay?” emily looked worried, this was one of the first times you’d been the one to start a conversation since she’d joined arsenal just a little over a month ago.

“yeah, um can we talk-“ you stuttered out looking down at your hands as you fidgeted with the rings on your hands. “of course, what’s up?” emily said quickly, her worried look still not moved but not clicking on at the fact you didn’t want to talk in front of prying eyes.

“um follow me” you said grabbing the girls hand and dragging her through the crowd and out the door of the bar, sitting on one of the six steps out the front, emily sitting down next to you as the cold london air hit you both.

“so.. what did-“ emily began after minutes of silence between you both.

“yeah right um just wanted to make amends see where we stand” you pointed between the two of you with a slight laugh, a habit you tended to do when you were sad, something emily picked up immediately.

“oh” was all emily could find the words to say. you were glad it was dark outside in the streets of london as it was able to hide your red cheeks of embarrassment you knew you shouldn’t have had this chat.

you began to back peddle but emily cut you off, “no we need to have this chat but it hurt when you left, i know you had to but you promised to stay in contact and you didn’t. there were so many moments in the past years that i’ve needed you and you haven’t been there.” emily smiled sadly as you bit your lip, you’d been nothing but a dick to her.

“i’m sorry” was all you could say and something you probably should have said to the american a long time ago.

“but i miss you y/n i really do, i miss how we used to be. i know we were never official a thing but i loved you, i really did” emily confessed as you nodded along, the word loved, past tense did that mean she didn’t still love you.

“as sick as it sounds i loved you first” you smiled slightly remember the moment you realised you loved the american. from the moment you met her you knew she was the prettiest girl you’d ever seen.

the two of you sat in silence just taking in each other, as emily carefully moved closer to you as she placed her hand on your cheek, her thumb moving slightly as you sighed. you hands resting on her torso, as you gripped her t-shirt she was wearing.

“y/n” emily breathed out as her hand rested on you cheek, your lips only a mere inch away from touching. you could feel her breath on yours.

“i love you, i’m sorry.” you whispered against her as you moved closer attaching your lips.

[bouquetface]

Tarot: You vs Their Ex

Not every reading you come across will be for you. I will not try to appeal to everyone. It will be specific as I can be.

Just providing an honest read of what I see. Take it as entertainment.

One.

There is a person in their past that was very egotistical. They were very high maintenance. Your person may have felt nothing they did was good enough for this person. It didn’t matter what they did. This person can find the fault in anything. If the ex didn’t do it themselves, it can’t be correct.

In this relationship, your person turned a blind eye for the sake of making things work. They are a committed and loyal person. The relationship failing would make them feel like they’re a failure.

What draws them to you is your intelligence. Unlike their ex, you seem to have a higher intelligence. It could be you’re highly educated, you’re street smart and/or you have high emotional intelligence. You look at both sides of a problem before making a decision. You are more clam and rational thinking.

Their ex was on the immature side. Your person had to deal with them in the same manner one handles a spoiled child. They were very demanding of your partner but had little to offer themselves. It’s not that the ex is a bad person. I feel like the ex probably struggles with being single. They don’t really know how to do a lot of life stuff themselves. They require someone else to do it for them. If they want a long lasting relationship, they have a lot of maturing to do.

I believe this ex moved on fast from the relationship. This may have initially hurt your person. When they meet you, they will be fully over it. It seems after the breakup, they took time to build themselves back up. They’re a very hardworking person. Probably focused on career and their own family.

In your relationship, it will feel freeing. Finally, two adults who act like adults. Now, they can breathe and relax. It feels like a true partnership. No one feels burdened with anything. You both support each other. Your person is willing to do anything to assure you’re safe and comfortable.

They can spoil you without feeling used. Protecting you feels like protecting a Queen. Whereas, with the ex it felt like supervising a child. You don’t drain them, you provide them with motivation and support. You take care of them too. They will feel so grateful for you. And they will make sure you can feel their love and appreciation. They seem very romantic like leaving notes, remembering your drink order, etc.

You are both deeply loyal. Your person may have prominent scorpio & leo placements. Fixed sign energy. When you pair this loyalty with the ability to communicate/problem solve, you have a forever relationship. Locked in for life. 🔒 Meanwhile, I feel like the ex, although she moved on fast, struggles to maintain a longer relationship. But she isn’t a concern in your relationship.

Two.

Your person’s ex is truly terrible. And I don’t say this to make you feel better in comparison. She did not have good intentions with your person. Your person may have some status or power in their life. She was after it.

I won’t lie she is likely very attractive. However, she needs to realize everyone’s looks fade with age. Under that mask, she has very little good to offer. She is not who she presented herself to be to your person. When they found out who she truly is, they felt trap.

When your person first tried to break it off with her. She told a lie that made her appear as “in need”. Your person would be an asshole if they didn’t stay with her. This lie will differ from reader to reader. But a strong example for one of you is, this woman lied about a pregnancy. Absolute crazy shit.

For others of you, she’d lie & manipulate until your person felt obligated to stick with her. It was a terrible situation for them. They’d like to believe her lies but her actions would prove she isn’t the one for them.

When they finally broke it off with her, I feel their friends & family were so happy. Might’ve been lowkey celebrating. They did not like this woman.

She is relentless, though. I feel even when you and your person get together, she’s stalking your accounts. Unfortunately, she probably will be gossiping - making fun of his “new girl”. I know this isn’t going to sound good. And if it were me, I know I’d feel really bad about this. However, I feel like your person is definitely worth it. There’s a reason this ex is so obsessed with him. He truly seems to have it all. Like the exact kind of person you’re manifesting. He’s a wish come true.

For him, you are the wish come true. He has all eyes on you. He’ll want to take you everywhere. You’ll likely quickly begin to share a friend group. I see lots of celebration. Might be birthdays or parties in general. You two are just having the time of your life. And I think this is part of the reason why that ex is so bitter. She’ll see all these fun & romantic photos and it’ll make her FURIOUS. Like I said before, his friends & family did not like her. But when they get to know you, they’re accepting you with open arms.

You guys could even be travelling early on. Road trip or a full vacation. There is prefect harmony between you and your person. Your fights are more teasing & create more passion. You add fuel to their fire. Unlike their draining ex, that seemed to be after them for the wrong reasons.

[buddielifers]

THIS IS TRUELY THE BEST 6 MINUTE EXPLAINATION OF EDDIE’S QUEERNESS I HAVE EVER SEEN!!

This part is truely the most incredible explaination in the video ⬇️👏:

“In all of Eddie’s romantic relationships he has consistantly faced challenges with communication often rushing into them and feeling pressured by others expectations even when he was dating he felt like he had to perform[…] however all of these relationships and problems they have, none have been a problem with his relationship with Buck; Buck who Eddie trusts more than anyone else with his son and himself; who Eddie has no problems communicating his emotions to and gets to be vulnerable with; who has been a co-parent with Eddie which was confirmed by Ryan and Oliver themselves; who Eddie took time to change his will and choose Buck as Christopher’s legal guardian even when he has family in case of his death; who he sacrificed his safety to save when Buck was struck by lightening; whose relationship has been paralleled by all of the other relationships in the show. A relationship build on trust, vulnerability and mutual support qualities absent in his previous romances and who Eddie loves to his core. Some might say the writers may not acknowledge his queerness however when the start of the season happened with Buck coming out first it was Eddie who was considered to kiss Tommy and come out when they were writing the story so the writers acknowledge that there is evidence and scenes in the show to pinpoint to Eddie being queer [….] and another thing people might say about Eddie coming out is ‘he was married and had a kid so it wouldn’t make sense’ season 1 on the show already tackled this story with Michael, Athena’a ex-husband, who in his later life came out as gay when he was married to Athena and had two children with her. There is no time limit when someone realizes they might be queer as we saw there with Michael and Buck, who in his 30s just now realized he is bisexual. Having a character like Eddie come out as queer would be an amazing representation for many people and embracing a queer narrative not only adds depth to his character but also provides meaningful representation for the audience navigating similar journeys of self discovery, identity, relationships and personal growth”

PLEASE WATCH THE WHOLE VIDEO!!

[nikachansstuff]

A fellow Elriel was rebloging old theories yesterday!

Old like before Silver Flames. I’m talking 2017 posts. And the crazier thing is that even people who didn’t like Elriel, recognized all the build up in the first trilogy. People who didn’t like the ship are mainly divided in two groups: Lucien supporters and people who simply didn’t like Elain.

Then, this comment caught my attention:

We had people shipping Azriel/Briar. A character that appeared on 5 pages in a book.

All to say, even before Silver Flames, we had a group of people who simply don’t want Azriel and Elain together. It doesn’t matter that Elriel is indicated on page, people have their personal taste and could be that the ship is simply not their cuppa.

Before Gwyn, there was Mor, Emerie, and even Briar. Mind you, the only ship that actually had text evidence is Moriel, because Az was indeed in love with her for 500 years.

So when you have a new female character appearing in SF, people just jumped on it and started shipping her with Azriel. I’m going on a limb here and say that Gwyn could have been written with total different characteristics and background story, it would not matter, this group that doesn’t like Elriel, would make it work somehow.

The main difference between before SF is that Azriel was not hated. He was a fan favorite too. You know when Azriel started to get hate? After the BC, when he clearly stated his desire for Elain and Elriel became clear as day. Because how can this group claim that their relationship was platonic now that we have a whole scene of pure romantic intention happening?

Strange, huh?

My conclusion? People just have a hard time connecting with Elain, they simply dislike her as a character. They don’t want to read her story, but they still like Azriel. They want to read about him, have more information, so the solution is just to separate the two. This way they can have Lucien in one book and Azriel in the other.

It’s hard to write a feminine gentle soul character these days. The girl boss sassy warrior stereotype is the default and if we’re presented with something a bit different, we get this sort of reaction, claiming it’s boring. Really hard times.

[poisonlove]

Can I have a request!? Jenna Ortega x Fem!Readder

"so.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "you're not willing to fight for me either. i think it's pretty clear, Y/n."

Credits to: urfriendlywriter

-Thank you!

FIGHT | j.o

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X reader

Status: request

Warning: fluffy

The distance was becoming difficult to bear.

Jenna was in Romania for the filming of 'Wednesday,' and our relationship was feeling the strain. Her messages were becoming rarer, and our calls, though filled with love, were always too brief.

I was in Italy, far from her, and the emptiness I felt was growing each day.

My eyes were fixed on the screen of my phone, waiting for Jenna's response: would she be up for a Skype video call?I nervously bit my lower lip, palms sweating. I wanted to see her and talk to her about... us. I don't want to seem selfish; I know how hard she's working, often late into the night... but is it too much to ask for a simple good morning every now and then?

I was even considering the idea of taking a break, not because I don't love her, but maybe it would be one less thing for her to worry about.

Jen❤️Call

I quickly skimmed my girlfriend's message and tapped on the Skype icon, calling Jenna.

After three rings, Jenna picked up.

Jenna's tired face appeared on the screen. "Hey, Amore" she said with a smile, "how are you?"

I looked sadly into her sleep-deprived eyes, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.

I'm a horrible person.

I tried to smile, but the worry was evident in my eyes. "Hi Jen," I replied, forcing the corners of my lips into a smile.

"Everything okay, Amore?" Jenna responded with concern, likely noticing my obviously fake smile.

Of course she noticed, she's an actress.

"I can't wait to come home and hold you," she added, looking at me with total admiration, her brown eyes sparkling uniquely. I played with my fingers, looking down at my legs feeling the weight of the words I needed to say.

I took a deep breath.

"Jenna, we need to talk about how things are going between us," I said, wanting to get to the point.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest, every word charged with tension.

Jenna immediately noticed the seriousness in my voice. Her smile faded.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I looked up and saw her expression change from happy to deeply troubled, her teeth biting her lower lip forcefully.

"No, you didn't say anything wrong," I replied, trying to stay calm despite the anxiety growing inside me."It's just that... it feels like we're drifting further apart. Your messages are rare, and the calls, as lovely as they are, are too short. I feel neglected," I timidly confessed, feeling my voice tremble.

Jenna sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"I know, and I'm sorry. The work here is grueling, and I try to make time for us, but it's not enough." Her smile returned, but it was forced. "Three more months and I'll be with you," she said calmly, her tone hopeful but tinged with despair.

"It's not just about time, Jenna," I continued, tears welling up behind my eyes. "It's that I feel like I'm not a priority to you anymore." I confessed, feeling the knot in my throat tighten.

Jenna looked at me with genuine concern.

"Don't say that. You're the most important thing to me," she said, looking at me sadly, her eyes watery. I could see the pain reflected in her eyes, and it broke my heart.

Jenna hates seeing me cry; it makes her sad.

"Then why don't you show it?" I snapped, my voice trembling with emotion. "I love you, Jenna, but I can't keep feeling this alone," I said angrily, sadness mixing with the rest of my emotions.

Jenna clenched her fists, frustration evident on her face.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me? I've been working for hours, learning scripts, shooting grueling scenes. I'm exhausted!" Jenna looked at me with anger, gritting her teeth. I could see the fatigue and frustration building up inside her like a volcano about to erupt.

"It's never enough for you, is it? You always want more," she said with frustration, her voice cracking.

Ouch. I felt her words like a stab in the gut.

"I don't deny that," I retorted, "but I can't ignore feeling neglected. Even a simple message once in a while would make a difference." I suggested, feeling the anxiety grow inside me as I noticed the change in atmosphere between us.

Jenna's anger soon gave way to sadness, and a strange look came over her eyes.

"So... are you... giving up on me?" she asked, her voice filled with pain. I could sense the fear behind her words, a fear that resonated within me too.

Her words hit me like a punch to the stomach.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Then are you willing to fight for us?" she interrupted, frustration and desperation in her voice. "Or are you going to leave me?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts, feeling the tension rise.

"Jenna, I want to fight for us, but I can't do it alone. I need you to be willing to do the same. We can't make it if we don't both put in the effort. I love you, but I need to feel closer to you even when we're apart. We can find a balance, I'm sure of it, but it takes both of us." I felt tears running down my cheeks, every word filled with hope and fear.

Jenna remained silent, analyzing my words. Her gaze was intense, as if she was trying to understand every nuance of what I had said.

"You're right," she finally said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. I sighed loudly, finding her adorable, my heart lighter seeing her so vulnerable.

The sound of someone knocking on her door made me raise an eyebrow in confusion.

I looked at the screen, trying to figure out what was happening.

Jenna sighed and looked towards the door, irritated. "Coming!" she said to whoever was on the other side. "Damn persistence," she muttered softly before looking back at me with a big smile.

She muted the video call.

Jenna stood up from her desk chair, revealing her casual attire: an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts I had lent her for the trip. My heart swelled with tenderness seeing her wear something of mine, making me smile like an idiot.

As she walked away, I glanced at her trailer curiously. The walls were adorned with photos of us together, taken in happy moments. A plush toy I had won for her on our first date rested next to her pillow. There were work notes scattered on the table, highlighted scripts, and a half-empty coffee mug. The atmosphere was a mix of chaos and warmth, a perfect reflection of her current life.

Jenna returned to the computer, a strange look on her face. She seemed worried, as if something had troubled her.

"Everything okay?" I asked with concern.

Jenna unmuted and looked at me guiltily.

"It was Emma; she said Tim urgently wanted to see us," she said calmly.

I sighed loudly, feeling frustration grow.

"Go, I love you," I said with a small smile on my lips.

Even though I wanted to talk to her more.

Jenna widened her smile and blew a kiss to the camera. "Love you more," she said, smiling broadly, winking at me before ending the call.

I was alone again, the feeling of emptiness returning to fill the room. I looked at the dark screen, trying to process the conflicting emotions inside me. I felt relieved for having spoken up but still worried about what the future held for us.

But I realized it was time to make a drastic decision.

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With the suitcase gripped tightly in my hands, I made my way towards the filming location accompanied by Percy, Jenna's best friend who had volunteered to come with me to ensure everything went smoothly.

As I navigated through the bustling security crowd on set, I reflected on how I had come to make this decision. I had chosen to take the flight to Romania because I felt a deep need to see Jenna. The long weeks of separation had intensified my desire to embrace her again, to feel her presence beside me.

The journey had been an ordeal, with its complications and unexpected expenses, but nothing could stop me. I felt that this gesture was important not only for the two of us but also for the future of our relationship. I was determined to show Jenna how much she meant to me, how much I was willing to do for us.

"I have to admit, it's a bit more challenging to get in here than I thought," I commented with a sigh of frustration as we made our way through the security crowd on set.

Percy nodded with a sympathetic smile.

"I figured. But you know, this is a big surprise you're giving Jenna. She'll be over the moon."

"I really hope so," I replied as Percy offered silent support while we continued to walk.

"Thank you so much for coming to meet me at the entrance and for avoiding the security questions by saying you were with me."

"Don't mention it," Percy replied with a nod.

"We're on the same team."

We exchanged a knowing smile as we continued to make our way through the set, searching for the spot where Jenna was filming.

There was utter chaos.

Cameras moved with precision, people walked frantically to coordinate everything, and Tim Burton's authoritative voice gave directives from behind the scenes.

As we advanced, I noticed Emma sitting in front of a makeup artist, focused as she was being prepared for her scene. With a glance, she gestured with her free hand to indicate where Jenna was.

"I'm going to get ready," Percy said with an apologetic smile, and I nodded weakly.

I left the suitcase in a corner.

Jenna, dressed as Wednesday, was in the middle of the forest on set, with a stern and concentrated look as she tried to get into character. However, her eyes seemed veiled with a subtle sadness. She scanned her surroundings, trying to focus despite the distractions.

Meanwhile, Tim Burton intervened from a distance with his authoritative voice.

"No, Jenna, you need to smile in this scene! Look at your uncle!" he said, trying to guide her performance and set the right atmosphere for the shot.

Jenna sighed loudly, visibly upset by the director's request. "Let's try again," she said determinedly to her crew, preparing for another attempt to capture the required emotion.

As the crew organized for the new take, Jenna finally spotted my figure among the actors and crew present on set.

Her face suddenly lit up with a radiant smile, momentarily forgetting the scene's tensions and focusing all her attention on me.My heart raced at the sight of that genuine smile.

Our gazes met, and time seemed to stand still as Jenna hurried towards me.

"Y/n!" Jenna exclaimed loudly, her voice echoing through the trees on set as she ran towards me.

"STOP!" Tim shouted, and Jenna continues to run "who is y/n?" The producer asked one of his colleagues

Without hesitation, Jenna caught up to me and hugged me tightly like a koala, holding me affectionately and lovingly. I felt the warmth of her body against mine, and my heart filled with joy at her closeness.

"You're really here," Jenna whispered emotionally against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Jenna began to cry.

The brunette held the embrace with a strength that conveyed all her love and gratitude. Her tears, warm and salty, began to silently trickle down her cheeks as emotion overwhelmed her.I felt her heart beating strongly against my chest, her breath hitched with the intensity of her emotions.

I stroked her hair, trying to comfort her as she continued to cry.

"I'm here, Jenna," I whispered softly, holding her even closer. "I'm here with you, forever."

Jenna said nothing, but her embrace spoke volumes for her.

It was an embrace that meant more than a thousand words, expressing all our love, our struggle, and our resilience.We remained wrapped in each other's arms, in the silence of the forest on set, while the world around us continued to turn. It was a moment of pure vulnerability and reconnection, a moment we would both cherish in our hearts forever.

It was clear that those tears were tears of joy, gratitude, overcoming fear, and rediscovered love. In that moment, all that mattered was that we were together, embraced and united, ready to face whatever destiny had in store for us.

When Jenna lifted her face from my neck, her eyes shone with renewed intensity. Without saying a word, she began to kiss my face tenderly, leaving a mark of affection on every inch of skin she could reach.

Then, with a sigh full of love, her kisses became more intense and deep, ending on my lips with a passion that reflected her gratitude and the joy of having me close again.Our kisses grew more intense, conveying all the passion accumulated during our separation. I felt the warmth of her body against mine, as my hands gently caressed her back. Jenna responded with the same ardor, as if she wanted to completely merge with me.

Time seemed suspended as we lost ourselves in our embraces and kisses.

Then, slowly, we pulled apart, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes with an intensity that spoke louder than any words.

"Y/N," Jenna whispered, her breath still ragged with emotion. "I've missed you so much. I've wanted you so much."

My lips curved into a tender smile. "I've missed you too, Jenna. You don't know how much I've longed for this moment, to feel you close to me again."Jenna pulled me even closer, as if she wanted to make sure I was really there with her.

"I love you so much," she said sincerely, her brown eyes shining with love.

"I love you more than words can say," I replied firmly, squeezing her hand against my heart. "And I'm here to fight for us, for as long as it takes."

Jenna nodded slowly, a tear of happiness sliding down her cheek.

"Thank you for not giving up on me," she said, her voice moved. "I promise I'll always be here for you."

We embraced again, our hearts beating in unison. In that moment, I knew we were stronger together, ready to face any challenge that came our way.

I would never give up on Jenna, never.

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (7)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 7) — FROM DETROIT TO ST. PAUL

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thesecretfangirl “I have this dream to build my career surrounded by people who see me as a whole person and are actually interested in what I have to offer, so I’m trying my best to make it come true.”

I am beyond excited to announce that this week we’ll be joined by ＠yourinstagram to chat all about her journey to become a filmmaker, the repercussions of her latest youtube video, and the ups and downs of social media! 

If for any reason you still don’t know who I’m talking about, please check her youtube channel and get fascinated by her talent. Then join us tomorrow on Spotify for a new episode of “The Secret Fangirl Life” and fall in love with the incredible woman she is. 

I promise you won’t regret it!

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user27 omg what??  user19 SHUT UP  user17 the collab i never knew i needed  yourinstagram thank you so much for having me! i had the best time and you’re amazing ❤️ harryfan56 🤔 bestfriend i’m sooooo excited!! 

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yourinstagram just got back to the hotel after having the best time with the best people and i just wanna say thank you for allowing me to live this dream :) i dont take one single second for granted and i know wouldnt be here without you guys. so yeah, thanks.

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user1 omg i cant wait to listen to ＠thesecretfangirl tomorrow 💗

↳ yourinstagram omg yes im so nervous about it i even forgot to mention that lol

harryfan3 you deserve every second <3

↳ yourinstagram thats so sweet of you to say thank you <3

bestfriend i miss hanging out with you cant wait to see you

↳ yourinstagram me neither ily i miss you

harryfan24 WAS HARRY WITH YOU?  harryfan48 When are you going to post another video??? user19 yn being equally casual and sexy on my feed 🔥 harryfan9 teach me how to be you pls 

↳ harryfan17 no bc i was thinking the exact same thing. i could’ve never pulled off a pic like this 😂 ↳ harryfan52 I still don’t get what’s the big deal tbh

loveynrry having the best time with the best people means having the best time with harry? 🥺

↳ harryfan13 probably :’) they’re always together ↳ harryfan56 actually they haven’t been seen together in a while. She only keeps being vague about it so people like you think she’s with him. You’re welcome. 

user6 Love to see that you’re having fun!  harryfan70 deuxmoi just posted a picture of harry having dinner with a blond girl so i think we can all laugh at your dumb attempts to mislead people

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harryupdates Harry out for dinner tonight in Detroit (via deuxmoi) 

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harryfan6 he took off the mask, took off the jacket… What’s coming off next? lol harryfan11 okay ngl i’m confused guys harryfan19 tbh i dont know how i feel about the idea of harry going out for dinner with a girl thats not yn  harryfan35 this means yn wasn’t hanging out with him? 🥺 harryfan21 Unbelievable. So he was obsessing over Yn up until last week and now he’s fully invested in this other girl? C’mon. harryfan58 😂 Let’s wait and see how this “mystery girl” is connected to the industry and watch her get famous just like Yn did  harryfan27 I don’t like deuxmoi blinds about this :(

↳ harryfan29 yeah i dont trust deuxmoi but idk they really made it seem like he was on a date and i honestly don’t get it ↳ harryfan31 not only that but they also hinted that yn and him broke up? :(  ↳ harryfan32 I mean they were never dating in the first place so idk how they could’ve had broken up lol but okay i guess ↳ harryfan38 deuxmoi didn’t say they broke up. she said “Harry and Yn started realizing they weren’t on the same page about the way she’s handling things so they took a step back from each other”.  ↳ harryfan15 there’s absolutely nothing that will make me believe any of this.

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ynupdates Hello! 

We created this account because we think ＠yourinstagram deserves to have a place where her achievements are celebrated. So from now on we’ll be posting updates on her career and also sharing information about her projects. 

👉 We will respect Yn’s privacy and keep her face out of any pictures/videos. 

👉 Hate won’t be tolerated and people with disrespectful comments will be blocked. 

🌸 Also, Yn was a guest on ＠thesecretfangirl podcast and the episode is out NOW! We’re working on writing down some parts of the interview, but the entire thing is incredible and worth the listen, so head out to Spotify if you haven’t yet! 

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harryfan I love this!  user17 😍😍 where is this picture from? I haven’t seen it before! 

↳ ynupdates it’s an old ig post of hers :) 

ynrryfan omg yesssss the interview was so cute :’) the way she talks about harry <3 

↳ user7 what does she say about him? Can’t listen to the whole thing right now 😔 ↳ ynrryfan she mentions they clicked since the moment they met and how much she admires him! 

user9 Yn being the sweetest talking about being on tour while he’s out there with some other girl. Classic man behavior. 

↳ harryfan5 we don’t know who that girl is. Could be a friend, could be work related.  ↳ user9 Either way, I just want my girl to be left alone 🤷‍♀️

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ynupdates Here it is! ＠yourinstagram on ＠thesecretfangirl podcast talking about Harry Styles’ team reaching out to her, working with Molly Hawkins, and being invited to join the LOT! (1/3)

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harryfan harry watching her videos and then having his team reach out <3 user5 i love how she praises molly and then keeps bringing her up here and then during the interview. it shows how little we know about the people she hangs out with!  user17 omg you’re doing the lords work with this posts I LOVE YOU

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ynupdates ＠yourinstagram on ＠thesecretfangirl podcast talking about the Love on Tour project and Youtube. (2/3)

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user3 when she said she doesn’t know if she’ll post on youtube again my heart lowkey shattered ngl 😭

↳ iloveyn Right? Like I get what she meant especially when she mentioned she’s trying to step into something bigger and doesn’t want to overwork herself but I miss her content :( ↳ user11 I mean it makes sense… she never wanted to be a youtuber, she wants to be a filmmaker 

harryfan19 so what are we thinking? LOT movie? 🤔

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ynupdates ＠yourinstagram on ＠thesecretfangirl podcast talking about tabloids, rumors, and how she’s trying to protect herself and her career. (3/3)

To listen to the entire thing, head over to spotify. We’ll be posting more parts through the week, but the 43 minutes of interview is definitely worth the listen. 

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harryfan19 thank you so much for posting this user11 i love how happy she was during the whole thing and yet when it got to this part you could tell things changed and even her voice changed ynrryfan harry hired me bc he believed in my work HAS ME ON THE FLOOR harryfan MY BABY GOT ALL PROTECTIVE OVER MY OTHER BABY  harryfan5 this woman is EVERYTHING

↳ user25 for real tho. ＠harrystyles don’t be a fool n stop messing around CMON

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lotflorals Harry posing for a picture tonight #lotdetroit (via fanattheshow)

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harryfan he’s so adorable stoppppp ynrryfan pls ＠yourinstagram i beg you release that footage PLEASE harryfan26 Why is everyone saying he was posing for Yn?

↳ harryfan19 bc we were there and we saw it happening  ↳ harryfan26 Oh, okay. 

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yourinstagram a few days ago i had the pleasure to sit in front of ＠thesecretfangirl for the most comfortable and easy interview thats ever been done (not that ive been interviewed more than three times, but you get what i mean) (i hope). it was nerve-wracking to take this step and talk about some of those things, but im glad i did so. as someone who loves to tell stories, it hasnt been easy to see other people trying to tell mine so carelessly and disrespectfully. for days, ive been torn between saying something or shutting my mouth. ive been also sad. confused. angry. ive argued. ive cried. ive rolled my eyes. ive asked for advice. ive taken some time to myself to think. and even after all that, i still dont know what the best thing to do would be, but what i know is that i have never — EVER — told a story without consent. ive never talked about a person without making sure i wouldnt twist the facts, or that i wouldnt hurt their feelings by adding my own perspective as a storyteller. and yet the things that have been told about me werent told with my consent. truths and lies were intentionally intertwined without worry about what the consequences could be. and trust was broken in order to make temporary profit over something that was nothing but cheap gossip. so, in the end, i decided i wouldnt correct the narrative, because i dont want THAT to be my story. i want my story to be the one i decide to share about myself. which is why i said yes and sat down for a chat with such a lovely, fun and respectful girl. the episode is available on spotify. i hope you enjoy it (and that i didnt embarrass myself) <3 

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user1 you’re so sweet i wish i could give you a hug <3 mollyjane_x You are one of my favorite people, too 🥰 lookitsnyoh ❤️ bestfriend ❤️ harryfan21 you’re so polite and kind when you could just say fuck off to everyone lol  harryfan im forever happy i found your youtube channel  user34 girl why so long i cant read that much without falling asleep lol harryfan68 if you didn’t want people talking about you you shouldn’t have joined the biggest tour in the world :D  harryfan26 release harrys picture please we beg you user45 okay but… do you have a bf or not? 😭 WHY DONT YOU JUST SAY IT

↳ iloveyn3 You didn’t listen to the podcast, did you? Lol go listen and you’ll find out the answer

ynrryfan HARRY LIKED THE POST ynrryfan sorry i got excited but ily <3 annetwist Sweet girl ❤️  user17 your laughter is sooo contagious! Listened to the whole thing with a smile on my face :))))

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yourinstagram love on tour takes over st paul

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harryfan LETS GOOOOOOOO harryfan15 the love band :’) THEY ARE ALL FRIENDS I LOVE IT user3 sightseeing post ✔️  bestfriend feel like you should be wearing a matching outfit too

↳ harryfan58 she’s not in the band tho ↳ bestfriend thank you but i didnt ask 😙 ↳ user7 lol you tell them

harryfan23 why isnt harry in the pic :(((((( harryfan31 did harry get you those flowers????

↳ yourinstagram i got them myself for myself <3 ↳ ynrrylover 👀 ↳ ynrryfan not her shutting down the rumors bf they even started lol ↳ harryfan17 why so quick to deny tho? 😭 ↳ harryfan38 trouble in paradise……. 

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PART 8 — CHICAGO (soon)

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Tag list: @gem1712 @metanoiablxxm @namelesssreaderrr @ameerakane20 @cuddlyklaus @violacavs520 @hannah9921 — PLEASE READ: I’ll only add to the next tag list those who interact with this post. I hope you understand, thank you for your excitement.

[kanzakiaizen]

OLD SCHOOL LOVE - GOJO SATORU X FEM! READER

A/N: I really really love old school romance like we need those back 😭🤍

Warnings: angst, fluff, dramatic rain scene, comfort, 2006 high school era, gojo being ooc, might seem cringe or cheesy but I tried my best 😭

In the heart of Tokyo, in the early 2006s, there was a high school nestled between bustling streets and serene temples. The school, with its old brick buildings and cherry blossom trees, was a world unto itself, where young dreams and hopes flourished.

Satoru Gojo was a quiet, introspective student who spent most of his time in the library, lost in books and music. He had an old Walkman that he carried everywhere, playing mixtapes he'd carefully crafted from late-night radio shows. His passion for music was well-known among his classmates, but few knew the depth of his feelings for a certain someone.

Y/n was the school's spirited and kind-hearted student council president. Her laugh was infectious, and she had a way of making everyone feel included. She excelled in her studies and was always busy with school activities, but her favorite pastime was painting. She often sketched scenes of the city, capturing its beauty on her canvases.

Their paths seldom crossed, despite being in the same class. Satoru admired y/n from afar, too shy to approach her. His friends teased him, calling it an unrequited crush, but he cherished the small moments—her smile when she greeted him in the hallway, the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought.

One crisp autumn day, the school announced a talent show. Students buzzed with excitement, eager to showcase their talents. Y/n decided to participate, choosing to paint a large mural representing the unity and spirit of their school. Satoru, encouraged by his friends, signed up to perform a song he'd written, a heartfelt melody inspired by his unspoken feelings.

The weeks leading up to the talent show were a whirlwind of activity. Y/n spent her afternoons in the art room, her hands covered in paint, her eyes sparkling with creativity. Satoru practiced his song in the music room, pouring his heart into every note, hoping to convey his emotions through the lyrics.

On the night of the talent show, the school auditorium was filled with students, teachers, and proud parents. The air was electric with anticipation.

Y/n's mural was revealed first, a breathtaking masterpiece that brought tears to many eyes. The audience erupted in applause, and Y/n's smile was radiant.

Then it was satoru's turn. He stepped onto the stage, his heart pounding. As he strummed his guitar and began to sing, the room fell silent. His voice was filled with raw emotion, and the lyrics spoke of a love that was pure and enduring. Y/n, standing in the wings, felt a strange sense of recognition.

When Satoru finished, the audience gave him a standing ovation. Y/n approached him backstage, her eyes shining. "Your song... it was beautiful," she said softly.

Satoru blushed, looking down. "Thank you. It was inspired by someone special."

Y/n's heart fluttered. "Really? Who?"

Taking a deep breath, met her gaze. "You."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with understanding. "Satoru, I had no idea..."

He smiled shyly. "I've admired you for so long, but I was too afraid to tell you."

Y/n reached out and took his hand. "I'm glad you did. Your song was the most beautiful confession I've ever heard."

From that night on, satoru and y/n's bond grew stronger. They spent their days together, discovering shared interests and supporting each other's dreams.

The weeks following the talent show had been a whirlwind for Satoru & y/n. Their relationship blossomed, and they became inseparable, sharing their dreams and insecurities, their laughter and tears. Yet, as the pressures of school and personal obligations mounted, so did the strain on their young love.

Satoru had always struggled with his studies, and the looming college entrance exams filled him with dread. His parents, strict and traditional, expected nothing less than excellence, and he felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on him. Meanwhile, y/n, with her myriad responsibilities as student council president and her own academic pressures, found herself stretched thin. Despite their deep feelings for each other, their time together became sporadic, their conversations often tinged with frustration.

One gray afternoon, as storm clouds gathered over Tokyo, Satoru and y/n found themselves in the middle of a heated argument. They stood in the courtyard, their voices rising above the din of the approaching storm.

"You're never around anymore, y/n!" Satoru exclaimed, his voice raw with emotion. "It's like you have time for everyone else but me."

y/n's eyes flashed with anger. "That's not fair, Satoru. I'm doing my best. I have so many responsibilities, and I'm trying to balance everything."

"But where do I fit into all of this?" Satoru demanded, his heart aching. "Sometimes I feel like I'm just another obligation to you."

The first raindrops began to fall, mingling with the tears on y/n's cheeks. "You're not an obligation, Satoru. You're the person I care about most. But it's so hard... trying to be everything for everyone."

As the rain intensified, their argument reached a fever pitch, their words lost in the downpour. Satoru turned away, running a hand through his drenched hair. "Maybe we're just too different," he muttered, the pain in his voice unmistakable.

y/n stepped closer, her own tears mixing with the rain. "Satoru, don't say that. We can make this work. We just need to try harder."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and despair. "I don't know if I can, y/n. I'm scared of losing you, but I'm also scared of losing myself in the process."

The rain fell harder, drenching them both, but neither moved. They stood facing each other, the storm reflecting the turmoil in their hearts. Then, in a moment of vulnerability, y/n reached out and took Satoru's hand.

"Satoru, I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. "I don't want to lose you. Let's not give up on us."

Satoru felt his resolve waver as he looked into her eyes. Despite the storm, despite the chaos around them, he saw the sincerity in her gaze. Slowly, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as the rain poured down.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into her hair. "I don't want to lose you either. We'll find a way, together."

y/n nodded against his chest, her arms wrapped around him. "Together," she echoed.

In that rain-soaked courtyard, amidst the storm and their shared fears, Satoru and y/n found a renewed sense of hope. They knew the road ahead would be difficult, but they also knew they were stronger together. As they kissed, the rain washing away their tears, they made a silent promise to each other—to fight for their love, no matter the odds.

[elrielffs]

Let's say Elucien/Gwynriel happens. I would be upset because obviously Elriel but I would also be upset because the building blocks just aren't there?

Like for Elucien we don't have Lucien figuring out Elain is a seer, we have Lucien asking TAMLIN to get Elain back, we have Lucien sitting in Spring Court twiddling his thumbs while Elain is in the supposedly EVIL Night Court and ONLY leaves cause Feyre is leaving, we have Lucien stating he wants to see Elain to "see if she's worth fighting for", we have Lucien comparing Elain to his ex. This is not the stuff of romance and why I can't root for them.

For Gywnriel, we have Azriel not caring that Gwyn was in the Blood Rite, we have no idea if Gwyn is interested (seriously, it would have been so easy for Gwyn to mention during the sleepover to Nesta and Emerie SOME hint that she finds Azriel at least attractive?), we don't even have that delicious banter that antis like to say is needed for "good relationships", and no, see you tomorrow Shadowsinger is not banter. We don't have Azriel singling out Gwyn during training, we have nothing. Not even in the BC when Azriel and Gwyn's eyes meet (instead of something charging between them like Elriel) we have BOTH thinking about Gwyn's assault and Azriel has no reaction? For all people think they are mates, he HAS NO REACTION TO THE THOUGHT OF HER ASSAULT other than AWKWARDNESS.

If these ships were to happen I would need MORE. I don't need blatant flirting or anything, but there's NOTHIHG there to root for. Antis say they know this but "see the potential" but that goes for EVERYONE. Any two people can have "potential" but as an author writing romance you want to have the building blocks leading up to a relationship or even INTEREST in the other person and get readers EXCITED but Elucien/Gwynriel don't have that. They just don't.

I would WANT Lucien to know Elain is a seer. (Like Azriel)

I don't want to hear Lucien comparing Elain to Jesminda. (In Azriel's pov he doesn't even THINK of Mor.)

I would WANT Azriel to freak out over Gwyn in the BR. (The man who didn't care if he died to get Elain back but won't break rules for his supposed mate in a tradition he doesn't give a shit about?)

I want Azriel to feeling unbelievable anger at Gwyn's assault (instead of dumping her on Mor immediately but clinging to Elain even when's she's safe and demanding to get chains off her).

I love Elriel. I love both Elain and Az seperately. But the reason I ship them is because the building blocks ARE there that the other ships don't have. There's NOTHING to be excited or root for in the other ships.

Elucien has nothing.

Gwynriel has a BC (which has been debunked and given credit to the Lightsinger theory/just something strange going on) but even if it was supposed to be romantic I would be pissed if I was Gwynriel. Having to read about Az desiring Elain in a holy, down bad, pussy eating way and giving Gwyn a necklace as an afterthought and NOT EVEN DIRECTLY? THAT IS NOT ROMANCE. And the fact that NOTHING CHANGES AFTER. GWYN AND AZ DO NOT BECOME CLOSER. HE STILL DOESN'T GIVE ENOUGH OF A SHIT TO SAVE HER FROM THE BLOOD RITE OR EVEN HAVE A REACTION SPECIFICALLY TO GWYN BEING IN THE BR COMPARED TO EMERIE/NESTA. For all the antis try to say that Azriel is just lusting for Elain in the BC, I feel like what happens with Gwyn is TEN TIMES WORSE if indeed Gwynriel were true.

This is why I think anything but Elriel would be bad writing. Not just for the obvious setup for Elriel but the LACK of set up FOR Elucien/Gwynriel.

Sorry for the messy rant, I just had to get that out.

[k-godling]

Welcome to the ACOTAR fandom!

I’d love your takes on the Archeron sisters!

Thank you, I’ve only really been properly in the fandom for a few months, but I HAVE THOUGHTS! This is also a warning that some of my thoughts are ‘hot takes’ in the fandom, but these are my thoughts.

Warning: This is heavy anti-Inner Circle

Nesta Archeron

Ok! We’re gonna start with the BIG one.

TL:DR - I love Nesta’s character. I think she’s complex and layered in a way that few other characters are (and in a way that I like).

Other characters that I think are layered/complex or are going to be include:

• Rhysand - I don’t like his layers, I think that if he stayed the morally greyish character he was in the first book, I would absolutely love him, but I hate the way that all of his bad deeds are excused because ‘I wear a mask’ and ‘it was for the greater good’… like I just want him be quiet sometimes.

• Eris - I can’t wait for his story. Because he also ‘wears a mask’ for the good of his ENTIRE COURT. And I think he is just what Rhys would’ve ended up like if he didn’t have the cushioning of the Velaris and the Inner Circle, but I think this is better. Eris doesn’t push blame or anything like that. I can’t wait to learn more about him.

• Elain - This is gonna be short cuz she has her own section, but I think she’s such a blank slate rn that I think she’s absolutely sizzling underneath. She’s got shit to say.

• Azriel - I need him to blow up and leave. And I know that’s dramatic and over the top but I NEED IT. In my opinion, he’s the most likely to do it, to rebel and get out of the Night Court, within the Inner Circle because he has the ‘ice that (Rhys) can’t thaw’ or something like that. And because we’ve seen Rhys and Az argue until Rhys has to pull rank, and I think that says a lot about how much Az’s personal loyalty effects him, because a lot of the time he listens because Rhys is his brother and High Lord, not because he agrees with him. Also I want to get into the nitty gritty of Azriel feelings (ALL OF THEM)… self hatred, desperation, abandonment issues.

ANYWAYS… I got off topic, but I like Nesta’s character complexity the most because it’s makes me think of how realistic her reaction to things were. Like the IC have been drinking, gambling, whoring about, and all the shit they’re accusing her of doing, FOR 500 YEARS, but she’s been doing it for a few months and suddenly it’s their biggest problem I’m the world. It’s also massively hypocritical she’s only been doing this for a few months, and it took Cassian 10 YEARS to recover after his mother died and he DESTROYED AN ENTIRE VILLAGE. But if Nesta did that she’d be the bad guy and get locked up.

IT WASN’T REHAB and I will stand by that. If locking her up in a building she cannot get out of, with a man she wants nothing to do with, who ends up have sex with her when she’s in a vulnerable enough state to need ‘rehab’, is the Inner Circle’s acceptable version of ‘helping’ the. I don’t even want to know what ‘healthy’ looks like to them, cuz it ain’t them.

Also, she’s not a mean/nasty person. She has a mirroring personality. She’s gives back what she’s given. It’s why the Valkyries love her so much, it’s why she’s friends with Azriel, it’s why she was civil with Eris before Cassian barged into their dance. Similarly, it’s why she doesn’t care for Amren (Amren cares for no one), it’s why she dislikes Mor (who has had a weird obsession with hating her and making her uncomfortable), it’s why she’ll never by in good terms with Rhys (he will never accept her into his ‘family’ without saying something at every moment he can, and she will always retaliate),

This would also effect her relationship with Feyre, because Feyre will put her Court relationships first (she puts their opinion above reason when dealing with her sisters, she only wanted to help Nesta because of how it made her look as High Lady). Another reason to further this point is the fact that they stuck Cassian up there with her, which in my opinion was to get her to soften up to the mating bond and make it easier to control her/her powers (orchestrated by Rhysand), and probably for ‘the better of the court’.

Speaking of Cassian, I hate him as her mate. I don’t think he likes her at all, definitely doesn’t love her, he just wants a mate. And they’re so incompatible thats their mating bond makes no sense. Why would the Cauldron give her a mate that she couldn’t genetically have kids with if the entire point of mates is to make the most powerful offspring, cuz before she changed her anatomy, she couldn’t have held his baby.

That’s where I’m gonna finish the Inner Circle but cuz I’m gonna get heated otherwise.

The only thing left is her with the Dread Trove. First of all, the Dread Trove currently only answers to her, therefore she should have control of how to use it, especially for when she thinks it should and shouldn’t be used. Same with her Made weapons, none of the Inner Circle should have authority or power over where those weapons go, and who should wield them, other than her, especially since no one else can even touch them.

Saying this, I understand Rhys’ rage about Nesta giving the Mask to Bryce. I understand both POVs because both were for what they believed to be right, WITH GOOD REASONS, and not just ‘it’s for the betterment of Prythian’ because both of their theories were possible to happen if she did or didn’t give the Mask.

HOWEVER, Rhys berating her the way that he did to point where someone had to step in and it WASN’T CASSIAN, but someone Nesta doesn’t even know, was sickening. I will never trust either of those two men to actually care about Nesta with sincerity and not with an ulterior motive.

This is where I’m gonna stop, because this is gonna end up to be long post.

Feyre Archeron

I’m gonna try make this as simple as possible.

• ACOTAR - I liked her

• ACOMAF - I was iffy about her

• ACOWAR - I hated her

• ACOFAS - I didn’t care for her

• ACOSF - I hated her

Just to be clear, I’m highly critical of Feyre, because the writing of her is inconsistent and contradictory, and I don’t think that it’s going to change.

Firstly, she has a panic attack and loses control when being locked up for ‘her own safety’, but then threatens to tie up and drag Nesta to the HoW if she refused? And that’s alright?

Let’s not forget that’s she’s a WAR CRIMINAL!!! The fact that she did everything she did in the Spring Court to get back at Tamlin, but it directly affected everyone in the Court EXCEPT FOR Tamlin (but it did later). And the fact that the Inner Circle was celebrating her for it.

PEOPLE LOST THEIR HOMES, THEIR BUSINESSES, THEIR LIVES. LITERALLY EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF HER. This is literally most of the reason that I cannot physically like her as a character. Because, at the end of the day, it’s doesn’t matter if ‘it was up to Tamlin’s decisions’ because she still caused it. That blood would still be on HER hands.

Also, HOT TAKE INCOMING, she shouldn’t be High Lady. She literally found out that far couldn’t lie within the same year/year and a half that she became High Lady. SHE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT FAE. She basically JUST learned how to read ffs. And suddenly people who are over 500 years older have to listen to her orders when she knows nothing that shes talking about (specifically in reference to when she tells Azriel to pull out his spies and stop spying on Briallyn and he disagrees).

And how the Inner Circle expect the Court of Nightmares to respect her when the first time they’re introduced to her, she literally just know as Rhysand’s Whore, and gave him a lap dance, like I wouldn’t respect you either. Same goes for the people Under the Mountain, she was literally doing the same thing and suddenly they have to respect her cuz she’s in a position of ‘power’ (which I don’t believe is real btw, I think she’s only High Lady because Rhys gave her the title).

ALSO, I hate that everyone says she freed the Fae from Amarantha. No she didn’t, Tamlin did. Feyre bargained that if she finished the trials, or solved the riddle, it would free TAMLIN AND THE SPRING COURT, not everyone else. The only reason everyone else was free was because TAMLIN KILLED AMARANTHA.

(Also the fact that both her and Rhysand are still resentful of Tamlin even though he’s literally the entire reason they’re both still alive is fucking hilarious to me.)

I’ve already made the comments I wanted to make on her relationship with Nesta, and I can’t comment on her relationship with Elain because we haven’t seen enough of it on-page.

In my opinion, ACOTAR Feyre would absolutely hate ACOSF Feyre. What do you mean you have 5 houses? What do you mean you rule a court where 2/3’s of it are oppressed and girls’ virginities get sold to highest bidder and they get permanently mutilated, and you’ve done nothing but wear their wings like a costume? You’ve done nothing but basically encourage Hewn City to continue to brutalise their wives and daughters, and the cycle will never stop.

Then you can’t understand when people don’t want to live in your ‘perfect city’ that’s built in the backs of your other citizens, or work for you, when you do nothing for people who actually need it.

Also, I hate that she’s nosy af, and people just give her information, it politically makes no sense.

e.g. Eris spilling his guts about the night Lucien left Autumn, none of Feyre’s business because she obviously she doesn’t care about Lucien (but I’m not gonna get into that)

e.g. There was no need for Rhys to give Feyre Azriel’s backstory about his father and brothers, it makes no sense. Azriel is literally the most secretive person in the Night Court, I don’t think he’d just want you to spill his life story to someone who’s effectively a stranger, it doesn’t matter who you are.

e.g. Hiding Lucien’s real father from him and Helion, like wtf is going through your head, because now if they find out, there’s a possibility that the Night Court lose two allies, Day (Helion) and Autumn (Eris). Never mind Azriel and a blood duel, this damn secret is bad for you stupid political balance, but it’s not gonna go that way cuz SJM is so far up the Inner Circle’s asses, I’m surprised she’s not popping out the other end.

I’m gonna end this part here cuz it’s getting me heated and I don’t want to feel bad.

Elain Archeron

Ok, this part is going to be significantly lighter because I don’t have a lot of thoughts, but I will share some headcanons.

The reason this won’t be long is because I’m relatively ambivalent to canon Elain because I haven’t seen enough of her and her personality yet to have an informed opinion.

My opinion on the ship war thing is just that I don’t think she should even have a romantic relationship yet. I think she needs to find a place for herself in the world now that she’s fae, BEFORE she finds a significant other, because the other two sisters did it the other way and it’s now getting boring.

BUT, if I had to pick someone for her to be with, it would be Lucien, due to the fact that it’s impossible for me to see her with Azriel for the rest of her fae life, it makes no sense to me.

However, to plug any possible sort of future works I might do, I have crack ships of the Vanserras and the Archerons, but it’s not what you think.

I have a mini guilty pleasure ship of Eris x Elain, and Lucien x Nesta (but it has to be in the same universe, if you get what I mean)

With Elain x Eris, it’s because I have the theory that Elain is sizzling on the inside and is going to explode on the Inner Circle. Within this theory, I headcanon Elain to be sarcastically snarky (like Dorian/Lysandra from ToG) and can give Eris some his attitude back in playful way (which is a dynamic I love). And she gets violent when she needs to against people who try to hurt Eris, like when he NEEDS TO KILL BERON.

Also, I don’t think she’d be as sidelined in Autumn as she is in Night, because Eris takes care of the ENTIRE court, she could go around and ask for and give advice on how to grow certain flowers or crops because they’ll be a lot more farmers growing their own crops instead of importing them.

Also, in my opinion, Autumn Court is the most human court as of right now, which I think she would find comfort in, and it borders the Spring Court which I think she would love to visit.

Also in this headcanon, I think that she’d play a large part in Tamlin’s recovery and the revival of the Spring Court, which would be her path to possibly becoming a High Lady, of Spring if Tamlin abdicates or Autumn with Eris, if she would want either of these possibilities.

Lucien x Nesta should be obvious, I believe that SJM should have kept them mates. They would bounce off of each other well, he’d actually love her how she deserves to be loved, he’d probably act out whatever book scenes she’d want him to.

Anyways, those are my thought on the Archeron Sister - plus a few more tangents (sorry about that).

Also, I have an ACOTAR story planned, but it basically completely rewrites most canon events, so it’s an AU instead of a fanficion. Hints for it include azriel x oc, eris main character, Lucien main character, the dusk court, dragons, starborne power.

HOWEVER, in this AU, the other series will not exist. No Throne of Glass, no Crescent City. There will definitely be themes and passages used from those series, and names will be dropped (e.g. Ashryver) but it has nothing to do with this character, like Aelin won’t be mentioned at all as the Aelin from Throne of Glass.

Let me know if you want to see it xx

– Serenity 🩵

[karmilli0n]

That's Not My Neighbor Head cannons I won't stop thinking about.

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Arabella (oc):

Hopeless romantic

That one friend who's always dressed nicely even when having a breakdown

Would bail you out of jail

Easily flustered

Swears in french but says it in a sweet way, so people think she's complimenting them.

Can't pronounce "declaration"

Very insecure but acts like she's the best

Likes to be the dumb blonde because arguing with men is dumb

Dramatic queen

Marina and the Diamonds coded

Francis:

Runs off of coffee 24/7

Forgets to eat all the damn time

At some point he stopped giving a fuck about doppels

MAN CANNOT FLIRT TO SAVE HIS LIFE (it's okay bc he's unintentionally hot)

Terrible at English (grammar, etc)

Some days just talks in mumbles, and no one ever knows wtf he says

Punched a doppel without realizing it (he thought it was his coworker who wouldn't leave him tf alone-)

Milkshakes are a guilty pleasure

Got chased by a dog during a delivery, and now hates them

Basically, the batman of the building

Nacha:

Bicurious fr fr

A girl's girl

Type of woman to have pads/tampons/liners, etc, in case anyone needs one

Drops off food for Francis because she knows he forgets to eat

Honestly the best mom ever-

She's actually not very good at baking

Her relationship with Francis was: the opposite eyes where one is like happy and the other is tired-

Or like: grew up with a big family x grew up an only child

The one who actually suggested the divorce

Left handed

Has an odd fascination with pears

Anastacha:

She walked in on her parents once, and now whenever Nacha needs her, she has to go to Ana instead of Ana going to her.

Thinks it's cheesy her name is so similar to her mom's

Pretty close to both her parents

I think she'd really like The Addams Family

Good at math

Picked up saying "whatever" from upper classmen

Kinda hates the idea of romance

The type of person to just stare into your soul but in reality was zoning out (got that from her dad fr fr)

Likes picking flowers to bring to her mom after school

Steven:

Bad boy with a heart of gold

Looks like a fboy but this guy got no bitches

Kinda dumb most of the time, but gets serious when it comes to piloting

The cool uncle

Wear sunglasses even if he can't see shit

Insecure about his eyes

Definitely the type to try and fight a goose

He's an only child and wishes he had some younger siblings

Doesn't like to drink all that much

Definitely knows how to play guitar or some sort of instrument

Mclooy:

Most loyal man ever

His wife died before the doppelgangers, but once you get him talking about her he won't shut up

Taught Steven how to play guitar

Everytime he smokes he thinks of how his wife would nag him about it </3

A lot of the guys go to him for advice

I imagine he's got one of those warm hearty laughs

Was in the military for a bit

Worries about Steven everytime he goes out

Doesn't understand mental health, but does his best

Lois:

Sweetest old woman, you'll ever meet.

Carries candy on her all the time

Loves roses so much

Her and her husband are definitely grumpy x soft

Can be kind of an air head sometimes

Had a dog named Puffles when she was young

Has at least 3 kids who write her letters with pressed flowers, which she keeps

Never really liked pearls until Roman bought her a pearl necklace

She's a bit tone deaf

Roman:

Grumpiest man ever

Questions how he ever got with Lois

Knows how to play piano

Is very good with numbers

Hates he's balding but Lois reassures him all the time he's still handsome

Very uncoordinated man

Dislikes pomegranates for some reason

Loves his children very much and gives financial advice

Selenne:

More on the slim and regal side

Has begged Arabella for clothing advice

Loves matching with Elenois

Hates being separated from her sister

The friend who goes partying every night

Definitely the type to gossip with her sister

Cannot keep a secret to SAVE HER LIFE

Has the tendency to talk about topics she doesn't fully understand

Elenois:

Does Selenne's makeup because Selenne always begs her to

Definitely has accidentally called herself by her sister's name

Technically the older twin

Worries that she's not as pretty as her sister even though they look alike

A secret lesbian

Wears cherry chapstick

Hated yellow/orange at first and grew to really like it.

The type to scold you about doing something wrong, but in the process is giving you comfort items

If it wasn't for her sister encouraging her to join her in modeling. She probably would've been a sectary.

Mia:

Loves the color red WITH. A. PASSION.

Loves receiving apples too <3

Probably smells like apple blossoms too-

Very good at English

Teaches third graders

Wants to be a mother with lots and lots of kids

Her relationship with Dr. W. Afton is literally gorgeous wife x dork

Loves her silly fiance

Dyes he hair blonde

Dr. W. Afton:

Man is clueless

Also has no idea how he bagged such a beautiful woman

Loves how smart Mia is

Does questionable shit all the time

Has a thing for bunnies that doesn't feel entirely normal

Has been mistaken for a doppel by neighbors because sometimes he creeps them out

He gives me quiet kid

Definitely grew up with no siblings and extremely awkward around other women

Looks like he would freak out over a bug

Angus:

This man MOST DEFINITELY knows how to dance

He reminds me of Waluigi

He looks like he enjoys pineapple on pizza

A lady's man fr fr

Would treat you so well

A romantic

Smokes a lot, though, because work is hard

Drinks red wine

Has a fancy ass bathrobe that lowkey Slenne is jealous of

Izaack:

Chad

Peaked in highschool

Nosiest mf ever

He's somewhat sweet

Misogynist

Very good at his job

Likes Selenne and gives her all the gossip

Has flirted with all the women in the building at LEAST once (shoot ur shot ig)

He's most proud of his jaw line

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Author's note: Someone should lmk if I should do more :P also I might do something with Arabella more dive deeper into her- I'm just doing this for fun, for myself really because I was just gonna wrote most of these in my notes app. I doubt many people will read this so-

[the-woman-upstairs]

If the cycles really are cycling, I just don’t see Daniel escaping the penthouse that easily. The parallels between him and Claudia have all the subtlety of a brick to the face and just like how her single-minded focus on taking down Lestat blinded her to Louis, it makes sense for Daniel's personal vendetta against Armand to do the same. I mean, my guy was directly warned against worrying about Armand at the expense of ignoring Louis and we have yet to see that come to fruition. Sure, they’ve connected over remembering San Francisco, but if Louis is capable of lashing out against his own daughter, what chance does Daniel have? He’s already experienced the consequences of Louis “detonating” once before and this time around Daniel is actively building a powder keg, just waiting for the right moment to light the fuse. Like, maybe he thinks the resulting explosion will just tank Louis and Armand’s relationship, but he is still very much in the blast radius!

[straightbaittournament]

may the best bait win! propaganda under the cut

brienne and jaime:

[major spoilers for the show] homoerotic as hell. for some reason. from what i've heard this seems like a rare case of buried straights. jaime i believe dies right after they get together. the first time they have sex jaime says he's never done it "with a knight" before. literally most of my knowledge about this ship comes from bait: a queerbaiting podcast (one of their "straightbait specials"), which i'm officially suggesting as propaganda i'm only up to s4 but i feel like they should be hereThey def have already been submitted but I'm getting in early on the #BraimeSweep They're soulmates 4real :( <33 "Brienne caught him before he could fall. Her arm was all gooseflesh, clammy and chilled, but she was strong, and gentler than he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei." "The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again. Jaime's blood was singing" "Jaime's golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning." "You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne." "In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight." Come on. This het couple has no right to drive me (a lesbian) crazy. If they don't get together I'll explode.

kathryn and chakotay:

Janeway is the Captain of a Starfleet ship lost so far from home it will take decades to reach. Chakotay is the Captain of a Maquis (rebel) ship also lost there. They decide to work together to get home and combine their crews when the Maquis ship is destroyed, and Chakotay becomes her second-in-command. Because of the seriousness of the situation, Janeway feels that she cannot afford the distraction of a romance and so they never get together. They have NO personal space and look longingly at each other quite often and one episode has them forced to abandon ship potentially forever and they live together in a little house and he builds her a bathtub because she complains about not having one and they share a romantically charged massage where he tells her a made up story about a warrior and the woman who inspired him which he openly admits is made up and actually about them. Also he holds her while she cries about their chance of going back to the ship being destroyed. In a different episode she “dies” and he cradled her body while weeping about it. They also have candlelit dinners regularly and she lent him a copy of the book her ex-fiancé gave her, and every time the show conspires to make one temporarily unaware of the other, they flirt hardcore. An episode designed to show how they wouldn’t work as a couple only makes more people ship them. Also a young version of Janeway meets older Chakotay via time travel and asks him if they’re together in the future despite her being engaged at that point. He declined to answer directly.they have a lot of Tension thruout the series & a very deep relationship, but Janeway has someone waiting for her back home & Chakotay ends up in a romance plot with another person in the last season (that I personally felt came from out of nowhere but whatever) I rooted for them! I rooted for a str8 couple! I did not care that Janeway had someone waiting for her back home even tho I usually do! but I did not care! they deserved to fuck!

[gemmahale]

WIP Wednesday (6/26/2024)

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reboot

Working Title: Don't Go Down Easy, Sunshine (Part 1 of Museum Muse)

Pairing: John 'Soap' MacTavish x OFC Darlene 'Daisy' Houghton

Rating: E (Canon compliant violence, blood, language, kink and BDSM, sex)

Part 1 Synopsis: Fix-it for the tragedy that is the end of MWIII. (This can stand alone, but sets everything up for the later story.)

Story Synopsis: An online friendship blossoms between KelpieTinker96 and IrisOfTheLake when they keep finding themselves active in the same online forums - especially a few spicy ones. Shy flirts become outright come-ons, and a tentative relationship blooms.

On the other side of the screen, John MacTavish (KelpieTinker96) is adjusting to a major shift in his work-life balance after a life-saving surgery. The 141 continues mopping up the mess left behind by the Russian Ultranationalists that followed Makarov. Soap's indefinitely benched, stuck working intel with Laswell until further notice. His therapist suggests art classes to keep himself sane and find an outlet for his pent-up energy.

Darlene Houghton (IrisOfTheLake) is struggling with the mundane life of a museum curator, looking for something more. When Terry invites Daisy to pose as the nude model for their "Bodies in Art" live drawing class, she tentatively agrees. She's taken by the handsome Scot that limps into the studio. He's kind and supportive and makes her feel the same way Tinker makes Iris feel - desired and cherished.

Tinker and Iris eventually decide to meet at a coffee shop in person - but can their relationship survive the shift to IRL? Or are they in for the biggest surprise of their life when face to face with reality?

AKA: I fix the bullshit in the tunnel (yes, I'm pulling dialogue from the scene). Soap's healing post-mission is rough. Daisy's in dire need of some lovin'. Both learn to be loved their own ways through art and kink. (yes, puppy play happens 😉)

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Soap follows his Captain to the large yellow door that marks the entrance to the service tunnel. The warring emotions inside his heart solidify, compressing into next to nothing as he focuses on the work ahead. The grip of his pistol feels familiar in his hands, his mind stilling as he listens for Price’s commands. The beast inside of him roars.

“Bravo-6 to Watcher, we are on the X. Going for Makarov.” Price grins at Soap, blue eyes glinting in the light.

“Solid copy. Go get him, John.” 

Soap can’t still his tongue as Price reaches for the door handle. “This bastard won’t go down easy, Sir.”

Price studies Soap’s face, dropping his guard for a moment. Soap sees the anger, the rage, the simmering emotions he’s shoved away for now clearly reflected in his Captain’s face. He knows he’s not alone in this - they share the same burden.

Makarov needs to die.

“Neither will we, Sunshine.” Those emotions disappear from Price’s face, replaced by stone-cold logic and determination. He pats Soap on the shoulder twice, shifting his rifle in his arms. “A’ight. Come on.”

The yellow door swings open, a yawning maw to what Soap knows is going to be a bloodbath. Hopefully it means the end of this terroristic regime Makarov is seeking to build. The bloodthirsty, revenge-seeking monster surges out of his chest, intent on settling the score.

“On you, sir.”

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not to doublepost or anything but I MADE A TIMEWHEEL FANKID! theres a bunch of info about her below the cut :P

the name "Chrona" wasnt actually just Given to her by the two, he kinda just got bored of being called timewheel all the time (thought it was a mouthful) and asked for help; hence being given the name Chrona. xe kept forgetting it because at the time he was still being sent back and forth from xeir planet and the s*n. HOWEVER after the 500 years it latched on. Chrona's operator was actually Sean. Sean ended up getting ahold of Michael and told her "haha doesnt this guy kinda look like us? thats strange!" WHICH SOUNDS KINDA FUNNY TO ME.. Chrona's s*n wake-up pattern was kind of annoying and chaotic? She's random and can think up solutions to problems shes in rather quickly - but when she cant, she panics. so usually, when it first "wakes up", he looks around and spouts many questions at the first person star sees, which is... usually Sean, which was stars operator! and it can be kind of aggressive too, and will resort to violence when he doesnt get answers in time. BUT she usually calms down as soon as things are explained to her. okay thats enough added stuff. ill retype the info in the drawing in case its hard to see <3 Gender is mostly made up of fluidity in xenogenders (gendersylph) * "pinwheel pieces" are glass containers. pinwheel function can still spin. * Not their biological child (thatd be weird) but gained attachment over time and developed a family-like relationship. * stickers are a gift from Sean + bow is from both of them. Charms and beads are from Michael, which he usually found on the buildings floor(s) - and figured Chrona would like a trinket. * Chrona is a trinket collector! Well, she just takes stuff that she sees is left behind. * Clock handles and gear spin/function like a normal clock. * Glass is thick and more frosted towards the center.