#but it’s okay at least you deleted what you’ve posted!!! 😁

[poppibranchlover]

I appreciate your concerns, but at least I’m as excited as Branch always was in this pic!!! 😍🥰💙

So I deleted the spoilers I posted just because I really don't want to upset anybody. Nobody said anything to me, but my anxiety makes me think I'm saying too much.

Anyway. I love the plot, I love the characters, and I'm so ready. 52 days babbbbyyyy.

Here's Branch doing a cute dance move 😭

[debbiechanclub]

From the Vault: TMHWMP Deleted Scenes

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher/OFC & Will Ospreay/OFC Word Count: 2,467 Warnings: Some language, a little angst, a lotta feels

Below the cut are two scenes from what was, at one point in time, the planned ending to TMHWMP and Nellie and Torrance’s overall story. As you can see from the word count, it's a whole ass fic, so I decided to go ahead and post it because I worked hard on it and I think y'all will enjoy seeing what had once been in store.

THAT BEING SAID: This is NOT an alternative ending‼️ It's simply an exclusive look at what I'd had planned once upon a time before certain... events happened 🤭 And sorry, I couldn't help the "from the vault" reference.

Anyway, enjoy! And as always, feel free to yell at me after 😁

* * * *

“Relax, Nell, I can feel how bloody tense you are,” Zack said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Nellie breathed, relaxing her shoulders; they had been tense. “It’s not you, I swear. This is actually a nice interlude.”

He smiled at her, his eyes soft. “You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way.”

She breathed a laugh. “Don’t, I’m gonna tense up again,” she joked. “But you look good, too. I see you’re actually wearing socks and pants that are long enough, for once.”

“Oh, piss off,” he smirked. “Toni said the same fucking thing.”

Nellie smiled, and they fell into comfortable silence, swaying in a circle to the music on their corner of the dance floor. It really was a nice interlude, dancing with Zack. She and him were uncomplicated. They knew where they stood, what their relationship was; there wasn’t anything to sort out. She could rest in that, for at least as long as the dance lasted.

“So, I did really want to dance with you, because I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve actually seen you,” Zack started. “But I also wanted to tell you something.”

Nellie looked back up at him. “What’s that?”

“Kyle’s good for you.”

Had he not been leading she might have lost her footing. Of everything he could have said, she hadn’t expected that.

“Genuinely,” he went on. “You’ve been happier since you started spending time with him, the happiest I’ve seen you in years. You deserve that, Nell. You deserve this. And I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you.”

Nellie’s brow furrowed. She hadn’t expected that, either. “You made me happy, Zack.”

He scoffed. “Before I became a prick, maybe.”

She sent him a look, but he had more to say.

“No, I made you happy for a time. I know I did. But as much as you tried to tell me you were okay with just being in a committed relationship and not having a ring or a marriage certificate or any of that, I know deep down you weren’t. And you shouldn’t have to sacrifice that for anyone.”

Appreciation swelled in Nellie’s chest. They’d talked about that at length, how they wanted different things out of life, but Zack had never really validated her feelings toward it all. And he was right: as much as she’d tried to tell herself she’d be okay with just being with him, she hadn’t been, deep down. She saw that now.

“Thank you for saying that,” she said. “Really.”

“Well, it was long overdue,” he returned. “And I’m not trying to correlate that to you and Kyle or jump to any grand conclusions but… I’m pretty sure the poor sod’s in love with you.”

That time Nellie did stumble. “What?” An awkward laugh bubbled out of her throat. “What could possibly make you think that?”

“The way he looks at you,” Zack said. “He almost never took his eyes off you during the ceremony. And trust me—I recognized the look on his face.”

* * * *

“Excuse me for a second,” Nellie said with a tight smile, and she turned away from them and walked quickly out of the reception hall. She needed air.

She pushed out through a set of double doors that led to a terrace overlooking the garden and came to a stop against the banister. The cement was cool and damp from the rain underneath her hands, and she focused on it and breathed in deep through her nose, out through her mouth. The tightness in her chest eased. She’d been on the verge of a panic attack. She felt like a fool.

“Nell?”

She turned around. Mark came up the steps on the other side of the terrace, and she quickly composed herself. But she was grateful for the dark.

“Hey. Where are you coming from?” she curiously asked.

“Oh,” he jingled the car keys in his hand. “Will asked me to run some things to his car. I think he and Torr are trying to make a speedy getaway.”

Nellie breathed a laugh. “Can’t say I blame them.”

“What’re you doing out here in the dark?”

She hesitated. Running away from my feelings, she thought. But instead she said, “I just needed a minute. It’s a bit overwhelming in there.”

She looked away, back out over the garden, guilty for even saying that. Tonight was Torrance and Will's night. She didn’t want to make any single moment of it about her.

“Do you want to be alone or would you like some company?”

Nellie breathed out. “Yes?” she confusingly returned.

Mark smirked. “Been there.”

He joined her in looking out over the garden. They could still hear the music from inside the house, and it switched from fast-paced and upbeat to something slow and romantic. Nellie imagined Jay asking that girl to dance, taking her by the hand and leading her to the floor. Her chest tightened again.

“Can I ask you something?” she suddenly said.

“Shoot,” Mark returned.

“Is it… off-putting that I’ve slept with four guys at this wedding, all of whom are literally inside the reception hall right now? Like, from a guy’s perspective.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. She couldn’t bear to look at him. Truthfully, she was a bit embarrassed. It was an embarrassing thing to voice aloud, even if Mark had already been aware that nearly every guy she’d ever been involved with was present at the wedding, and she was sure he was aware. She didn’t doubt that all their friends and colleagues were aware, too. But Nellie didn’t care what any of them thought about it, or her. The only opinion that mattered was Kyle's. And no one knew him better than Mark.

“It’s a bit intimidating,” Mark honestly answered. “But it’s hardly off-putting, especially in this business. It’s so insular; everyone dates and sleeps with everyone.”

Nellie looked hopefully at him.

“But I’m guessing what you’re really asking is if Kyle finds it off-putting.”

She worried at her lip again. “Yeah.”

Mark shook his head. “No, he doesn’t. He is in his head a bit about it, though.”

Nellie frowned. “So am I,” she quietly admitted.

“Then talk to him about it,” Mark advised. “I’m sure he wants to talk with you about it.”

“You are?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Nellie looked down at her hands on the banister. “I know we need to talk. But I’m honestly afraid what the outcome of that conversation might be.”

“I promise you he is too,” Mark said.

Nellie’s frown deepened. She didn’t know if that was a comfort or not.

Mark could tell. “I know you’re worried about it,” he said. “And I know things have been sort of touch-and-go between you and Kyle. But for what it’s worth, for as long as I’ve known him, he’s never been the type to just hook-up with people. He wants to be with someone—and he likes you, Nell. A lot. He watches every single one of your matches live.”

She turned to him in surprise. “He does?”

He nodded again. “Sets an alarm and everything.”

Nellie’s heart swelled and tears stung the back of her eyes. Kyle was, hands down, the most caring, thoughtful, genuine guy she’d ever been with, and he didn’t do the things he did expecting anything in return. He just did it out of the goodness of his heart, because that’s just who he was. And she’d been looking over her shoulder at her past heartaches while he’d been waking up in the middle of the night to watch her wrestle.

“I’m such an asshole,” she breathed.

“Hey,” Mark squeezed her arm. “You’re not.”

“Hey.”

They both looked over their shoulders. Kyle stood in the doorway that led back inside, his suit jacket in his hand. His eyes met Nellie’s, and then Mark’s. She saw something pass between them, silent and understanding.

“I’ll let you two talk,” Mark said. His hand fell from Nellie’s arm, and he clasped Kyle on the shoulder as he walked past him through the door. It shut behind him, and then Nellie and Kyle were alone.

“Hey,” she said to him.

“Hey,” he echoed. He walked toward her. “I feel like I’ve barely seen you since the ceremony.”

Nellie sighed apologetically. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been pulled in a million different directions between maid of honor duties and everyone wanting to talk to me.”

Kyle nodded. “I know. But I, um. I saw you come out here and you seemed kind of upset, so I just thought I’d come check on you. But if you want to be alone I can—”

“No,” she quickly cut him off. “No. I’m glad you’re here.”

He gave her a smile, a bit relieved. “Are you cold?” He held up his suit jacket.

“A little, yeah,” she nodded, and he crossed the rest of the distance between them and placed the jacket around her shoulders. It practically swallowed her. It smelled like his cologne. She looked up at him.

“Can we talk?”

Kyle nodded again, nervously that time, although he did his best to hide it. “I was hoping we would.”

Nellie leaned back against the banister to take some of the weight off her aching feet. She thought about how to start, but she didn’t want to overthink it or try to talk around what she was feeling. She wanted to be honest; needed to be. Kyle didn’t deserve anything less.

“The reason I seemed upset and came out here is because I saw Jay talking with some girl in there, and it stung,” she said. “And I hadn’t expected it to sting, and it threw me off, and then I saw you and felt guilty for feeling hurt about Jay, and the hurt and guilt together were confusing and overwhelming, and I had to get out of there. And then I started thinking about how literally every guy I’ve been with in the last five years is here at this wedding, and that made me feel gross, and I started to wonder if maybe you thought it was gross, too. And I’m sorry, I’m genuinely so sorry that they’re all here and I’ve danced with Zack and fucking felt hurt about Jay talking to some girl, but haven’t given you a moment until now.”

She finally stopped, drawing in a shaky breath. It had all just come out like word vomit, helped out of her mouth by the alcohol in her bloodstream. Except now that it was out, she didn’t feel any better. She felt like she might actually be sick.

“Okay. First of all, it’s not gross,” Kyle firmly stated. “It’s a unique situation, for sure, but it’s not gross, and you’re not gross. You’re a fucking smokeshow, Nell, and I’m willing to bet that every straight and bisexual male at this wedding outside of Will wants to take you home.”

Nellie laughed lightly at that.

“And second of all,” he went on, “you don’t have to apologize or feel guilty for feeling hurt about Jay. You’re allowed to feel however you want.”

Nellie gripped the lapels of his suit jacket. Her voice came out small. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kyle paused at that. “Do you think you will?”

It threw her for a second that he’d asked that, but she didn’t hesitate to shake her head. “No. I mean, I hope not. I would never intentionally hurt you. But… I’m scared, Kyle. Okay? I’m scared, because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. And sometimes, I just take that for what it is and let it be, separate from anything else. But other times? Other times, I completely overthink it. I overthink the fact that we live on different continents and I have a fifty-fifty track record with long-distance relationships. I overthink how I want this,” she gestured to the building. “How I want to get married, and probably have kids, but I’m not getting any younger and I worry that our age difference will matter in the long run because of those things. And then I fucking see Jay, who at one point I genuinely hoped I would marry, and it hurts, and it makes me question fucking everything. And now you’re here, and I’m trying so hard to just focus on how you make me feel, because that’s what matters. But I’m scared of getting hurt, Kyle. I am.”

At some point tears had welled in her eyes and spilled over, and she reached up and wiped them away from her cheeks. She’d articulated it the best she could in that moment, and maybe it had come out in a jumbled mess, but it was out now, all of it. For better or worse.

Kyle’s gaze softened. “All I want is to make you happy, Nell.”

Nellie sighed. Of course he would say that—he was the most selfless person she knew. “Okay, but—”

“No, listen,” he gently interrupted. “I understand why you’re scared. But now that I’ve heard all that, I’m not as a scared as I was.”

Her brow knitted together. “You’re not?”

He shook his head. “No. Because those things you just told me you’re scared about? I know they’re not anything to worry about. I want the same things you do, Nell. I want what Will and Torrance have. I want to get married, and I want to be a dad, when the time is right. And the right time could be six months or two years from now, I don’t know. And as for living on different continents, you know I’m moving back to Sydney soon, and that’s a hell of a lot closer to Tokyo than London is. And I won’t wait until I have work in Japan to come see you, either, because our relationship wouldn’t just exist when our schedules match up. If I’m with you, then I’m with you, no matter where we are. I’d smuggle myself into the fucking country to see you, if I had to—”

Nellie cut him off with a kiss. His suit jacket fell from her shoulders to the ground as she grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled his lips down onto hers, and he grabbed her hips and drew her against him, and everything else melted away. Her confusion, her worries, her fears. She was still scared; it was only natural, with an emotion as big as what she felt. But she knew Kyle would face it all with her. And when they finally broke apart and she looked up at him, she knew something else, too.

“I love you.”

Kyle’s smile nearly split his face in two. “I love you, too.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. Absolutely, I love you,” he said, and he kissed her.

[killerandhealerqueen]

7) Least favorite piece you've ever written?

20)

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Is there an episode (of killer and healer, devil judge, under the skin, etc,) that inspired you just a little bit more to create something What piece did you create from it?

Anyways, hey sass! It’s been a while. 😁

High school is freaking hard. 😞 but the next week should be kinda of chill until we start exam prep again. Yay. Anyways,

I am hoping to actually catch up on some works of urs this week! Like for real this time. So expect some very happy Gem comments!

Have a great… morning/afternoon/evening/night!

Gem 💜

Ps, man I’ve been away so long I forgot ur general time.

p.s.s i finally finished the worst x AND OMG. GREAT MOVIE

P.s.s.s…….. this banner and pfp is Phenomenal 🫣

Gem, my darling! Hello! It's so nice to hear from you. And I know high school is hard, girl I've been there, done that.

7) Least favorite piece you've ever written?

Least favorite piece I've ever written...I love all of my fics that I've posted on AO3, so it's none of them. I think the least favorite piece I've ever written was a prompt that my friend sent me for a fandom that I wasn't in (it was for a bet that we had. If one of us reached a follower milestone first, the winner had to give the loser a prompt/fandom that they weren't in and the loser had to write a fic for the fandom) (I of course won first but in good spirits I let her give me a fandom that I wasn't in so that it would be fair). It was bad. I didn't know the characters/characterization, I used an old fic outline and just sort of replaced the characters with the characters from the fandom...not good. I think I deleted it on my laptop and I don't think I can find the fic in all of my post because I didn't tag it as I didn't want it to show up in the fandom tag and get fucking roasted.

20)

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Trope that I've yet to try my hand at...honestly, I think I've tried a lot of tropes, especially with Killer and Healer. I don't know what other trope there is out there to try

Is there an episode (of killer and healer, devil judge, under the skin, etc,) that inspired you just a little bit more to create something What piece did you create from it?

Okay...so (this is gonna get long so it's going under the cut)

Killer and Healer:

It's a Date - inspired by ep. 19/20 where Jiang Yuelou suggests he and Chen Yuzhi go horseback riding

Let Me Take Care of You - inspired by ep. 12 deleted scene

It All Started With a Hug - inspired by ep. 26

Countryside Sunset - inspired by the episode that shall not be named

Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away - inspired again by the episode that shall not be named

恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer - inspired by the episode that shall not be named and the whole series, honestly

The Devil Judge

Take a Bullet for You - inspired by the episode where K dies (I can't remember the episode)

His - inspired by the episode where Gaon used himself as a shield to protect Yohan from the bomb blast in his office

I'm Not Going Anywhere - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon

Love You Unconditionally - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon

Home - inspired by the episode where Soohyun and Elijah have their girls day out and then Soonhyun leaves Elijah in the car to deal with Jukchang

Kim Gaon Is Mine - inspired by the episode where Gaon and Yohan go to that gala

I've Got You - inspired by the episode where Gaon had a break down in the prison yard after realizing that the man in prison wasn't Do Youngchoon

No More Nightmares - inspired by the episode where Gaon dreams of getting revenge for his parents and killing Do Youngchoon

Look After You - inspired by the episode after Soohyun dies and Yohan, Gaon, and Elijah go to visit her grave

Under the Skin

Sink or Swim - inspired by the episode where Du Cheng stops Shen Yi from jumping into the ocean to try and restart his memories of the woman in red

S.C.I.

Guess We're Parents Now? - inspired by the episode where Bai Yutong and Zhan Yao have to take care of the baby

Anyways, those are all of the fics that I can think of that was inspired by an episode of some sort.

I look forward to reading your comments, I really hope you like the fics (I have posted so many since you last commented). And isn't HIGH & LOW: THE WORST X so good? My god, I don't know how many times I've rewatched it like holy shit.

Thank you about my banner! My baby @httpsbas made it for me, along with two other banners as a birthday/1K followers present. I love them all so much, she did such a good job. And doesn't it just match perfectly with my icon? I was quite proud of myself for that, not gonna lie.

But I'm super happy to hear from you! Good luck in school! Keep your chin up!

asks for fic writers | send me asks

[penrose-quinn]

Pen, NGL I was just WAITING for you to reblog that post... I hope you saw this coming! 😁

36, 42, 49, 62, 66

Also, only if you can/want to! No pressure at all!(I'd ask you a lot more tbh you're just so awesome as a writer!)

I hope that RL is treating you kindly. Take care! (Also, please correct me if I'm wrong but you're starting your new job really soon right? May it go swimmingly!! ❤️)

Hi Yoko 💞

Actually, SAME. The moment I saw you rb the post, I felt like asking you a ton of questions because you're one of my brilliant writer moots! No pressure tho! I'm not sure if I forgot to mention it in my ask and I might've gotten too carried away with my excitement haha, but feel free to only answer if you'd like/are able to!

RL is okay-ish now. I'm just gonna savor my last break. You're right! I'm actually starting work tomorrow and thank you for this and for asking!! Wishing you the best and take care too ❤️💜💙

36. What fic are you proudest of?

It's not just one! The fics that I’m proudest of are all of the works I'm able to finish, especially if it's a series or a multi-chapter fic, because I'm one of those writers that lose patience and drop an ongoing story the moment I lose inspiration 😔 That's why I tend to write in one-shots or a series of them nowadays because it's quicker and readers get an ending at least. Green Light is the only exception because I find so much peace in writing it more than the others.

42. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

I hope you don't mind me going off for a moment because I had two in mind!

It’s Musubi and Saltation. For the former, it’s because the title encapsulates so much about the threads that bind people, time, and events together and the nature of Kenshi’s Inherited Technique to be entwined with fate and how her attachments had become into a curse in her life. One of those attachments is Geto. Musubi [結び] means ‘ending’ or ‘conclusion’ but it also means ‘joining’, ‘union’, and ‘knotting’, almost as if it’s implying that there’s a beginning and end, a connection. On a fun note, all the chapter titles are connected because of the thread radical [糸].

As for Saltation, it means an abrupt evolutionary change, a sudden large-scale mutation, as to reference the nature of the demons in KnY since the focus is on them in this fic. Another meaning for saltation is dance, or at least the action of leaping or jumping. It’s more the former for me because I’m also alluding to Kibutsuji’s surname [鬼舞辻], that being ‘miserable demon dance’.

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

This one is tricky! Most of my readers knew me from my Mugen Chronicles series. I don't mind it being an introduction to me, but the thing is it's definitely not something you should read casually since it's the darkest thing I've written. I'm also pretty indifferent to KnY so I sadly don't share the same enthusiasm of the readers who reach out to me to ask about the manga. I just wrote a series and dipped 😔

I'd like to be introduced through Green Light though! It's still in my brand of angst but warmer. I'd argue my whole Bright Light series is an antithesis to Mugen Chronicles. TR broke me so much with the tragedy that it inspired me to write something tender and hopeful for once lol. The issue in this one now is you can't expect a similar fic like GL because it really is that exception among my roster of works that are mostly angst and dark fics.

62. In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included? Why did it get cut?

I’ll just share about the other installments of the Bright Lights Series because I had some deleted scenes/ideas for them. Sadly, I can’t share much about the Benkei fic yet :((( 

❁ In What We Don’t Talk About, it was supposed to have two chapters: one set in Shin’s funeral and the other was somewhere in the Bonten future – but got scrapped. This is the only bit I was able to finish:

Takeomi thought the sun should fuck off.

The walls were splintered with gold from the blinds though that wasn't what roused him awake.

It was from the sound of footfalls.

Terribly familiar with each slow step that a part of him fell back to rest more comfortably as he slept over the Sano house for a night, second only to the early riser with the bedhead and the peeved face who began to pace around the room.

"Good morning."

But Shin wouldn't greet anyone first. You did.

That was when he truly woke up.

❁ If it wasn’t the Bonten future with Takeomi, I was going to continue on with a different spin-off in the canon timeline which is my untitled Mikey fic where MC stays with the Sanos after Shin’s death. I’m still planning to finish that Mikey fic someday now that we have his POV. The Manila fic for this one, Where I End And You Begin, is screwed-up (because Shin-less MC, Izana, and Mikey are all so awful to each other) and I’m too embarrassed to share more details about it tbh lol. Not sure if I’ll continue it, but I guess I’ll share a snippet:

"Those glasses look stupid on you."

You shrugged. "Mikey likes them on me."

Izana thought you doted on him too much.

"He's not here."

You sighed, removing your glasses in one swift movement and shelving them inside the drawer of your desk. Your eyes were on him, framed alone by the sets of your long lashes, and while you took him seriously, he loathed how he was still seen as that boy you met all those years ago.

You propped your chin over your folded hands. "Are you here just to tell me you don't like my glasses?"

"It's not like you needed them," he stated.

"Ah, an astute observation," which meant you intended to keep them and the impertinence should have you beaten. "What else?"

"You grew out your hair." His eyes lingered on your neck, but Izana didn't contemplate what your throat looked like slit open.

"I'll get it cut some other time."

"You shouldn't."

An order. Though it was one that didn't demand a lot from you and he figured there should be a change in how things were. You should be grateful.

❁ In Couldn’t Tell, I was supposed to write about Waka's mom. She sort of exists but doesn't play a big role. Him and MC were supposed to be that close and it was kind of endearing and sad too (Waka reminds me of Inui sometimes), though I had to cut it off because character-wise, it makes things both more complicated and irrelevant at the same time. He's always given off that vibe that he had to survive on his own like Benkei. Besides, the mother thing should just be between Shin and MC. Here’s a snippet:

The next time this happened again you bought him a candy bar, but Wakasa just invited you over hot pot under the insistence of his mother. You'd return back to being polite around them, but to his surprise, your laugh would echo over the walls from his mother's lame jokes. It's never usually this loud, unless she brought a close friend over. Then she'd sneak him a telling smile.

"Your mom's cool," you said, finding your place on the backseat of his motorbike.

Wakasa told you to never talk about this to anyone, but he didn't disagree. You didn't say a word about your mother.

66. What’s a fun fact about [insert fic]?

I already share a lot about Green Light in this blog. I guess I’ll just add the names of MC’s siblings. I’m not sure what more to share without spoiling.

Maybe, I should write about MC's heroic story (failure story). It went somewhere along the lines of during their high school years, MC kissed one of the girls that rejected Shin. It was more out of curiosity between her and them, but it ended there. The girl was genuinely interested in MC though she figured out that they didn't feel the same way for her after their first kiss. MC didn't tell anyone about it, except Waka.