#i actually do think that the writers can pull it off in our final 2 eps but (nervous laughter) TIGHT SQUEEZE!

[loud-sturniolos]

Crush, 1

A Chris Sturniolo fic

SUMMARY:

Chris finally realises he has a crush on his brothers best friend, and once he acknowledges it, the universe seems to be hellbent on making things awkward.

WARNINGS:

kinda cringe ngl😻, uses of Y/N, loosely based on Crush Culture by Conan Gray, sexual themes + male masturbation but no actual sex!(..yet), pet names, very badly written smut, not proof read, kind of a cliffhanger (bc I didnt know how to end it💀)

TROPES:

Friends to lovers, one bed, best friends brother.

A/N: I haven’t written in a while, writers block and depression kicking my ass rn🥲 Btw, Matt comforting Chris is so shit, im not good at writing stuff like that; sorryyy

It was 2:43AM, Chris, Matt, Nick & Y/N were still up, the TV played quietly in the background as they all sat in the living room.

Nick let out a loud yawn, tapping Y/N’s forearm. “When are you gonna go to bed?” He asks curiously, “Uh, I’ll go do my skincare now so we can sleep soon.” Nick hums in acknowledgment, getting up and following Y/N to his bathroom to help her with skincare.

After a few minutes of Matt and Chris being alone, the younger brother sits up and looks at Matt over his phone. “Matt?” He says gently, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “What’s up, Chris?” Matt mumbles, still mostly focused on playing Clash of Clans on his phone. “I think I like Y/N.” The younger brunet blurts out, not knowing how to start the conversation. Matt’s eyes widen, immediately his eyes go to Chris’s subtly flushed face. Matt stays silent for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“Is.. that a bad thing?” He finally says in a caring tone after a beat of silence, “I..” Chris stutters, staring down at his lap as he thinks. “I don’t want it to be a bad thing.” He replies. “Then why don’t you tell her?” Matt has now moved to sit next to Chris, rubbing his younger brothers arm comfortingly. “I can’t do that. What if it ruins our friendship? What if she doesn’t like me back? What if I don’t actually like her? What if I me-“ Chris starts rambling anxiously, which Matt cuts off by shoving his hand over Chris’s mouth. “Dude. Calm down. It’s fine, you’re fine.” He says bluntly, but clearly with brotherly love. Chris mumbles a “sorry..” through Matt’s hand, “Chris, shes your best friend. If she does, it wont ruin your friendship. Promise.” Before Chris could reply, Y/N walked back downstairs. “Chris, I’m using your shower.” She says casually as she walks through the room, then towards Chris’s bathroom as Nick’s shower can be heard being turned on elsewhere in the house.

Matt stood up after a few minutes of silence, “I’m gonna go to bed.” He said, glancing at Chris. “Me too, night Matt.” Chris stands up too, both the men walking to their respective rooms.

After half an hour, Chris hears his bedroom door open. He glances up and sees Y/N stood at the door in a bra and pyjama shorts, and all the blood immediately starts rushing down south, and to his pale cheeks. He cleared his throat, “Uh.. can I help you with anything?” He mumbled, trying not to stare right at his best friends chest which was on full display. “I forgot my pyjama shirt, can I borrow one of your shirts?” She asked, oblivious to his distraction. “Can you not borrow one of Nick’s?” He says with a raised eyebrow, but still climbing out the bed and getting her a shirt. “I’m pretty sure Nick’s asleep, I don’t want to wake him up.” She replies, walking over to take the shirt out Chris’s hands and pull it over her head. A subtle smile tugged at Chris’s lips, “So, where are you sleeping then?” He asked curiously, glancing down at the shorter girl as she readjusted her hair out the shirt. “I’ll just sleep on the sofa.” The girl replied with a nonchalant shrug. Chris raised an eyebrow and gently grabbed her elbow, pulling her just a bit closer. “You can sleep in my bed, it’s big enough for 2. I don’t want you to sleep on the uncomfy couch.” He said softly, smiling slightly at the girls slightly flustered expression. “..okay.” She mumbled shyly, following Chris to the bed.

“I like seeing you in my shirt.” Chris said without thinking, a blush immediately covering his and Y/N’s face. Y/N stayed silent, unsure of how to reply. Chris stayed silent too, quietly cursing to himself in embarrassment. After a few minutes, Chris can hear Y/N’s breathing softening. He glances over to see her peacefully asleep, and so he decided to try sleep too.

The next morning, Chris wakes up first. He pauses when he feels a weight on top of him, looking down he sees Y/N with her head on his shoulder, one arm around his waist, and one leg thrown over his hips, her knee placed right on top of his erection. Chris’s face turned a bright red, a small groan leaving his lips as he tried to subtly shift Y/N off him, but of course, Y/N wakes up.

“Fuck..” Chris whispers to himself, gently nudging Y/Ns knee off his crotch and making sure to keep his throbbing hard on away from her. “G’morning..” The girl grumbled, clearly still half asleep. “Morning.. I need a shower.” Chris says, standing up and grabbing a shirt before bolting out his room and towards his bathroom.

Chris quickly strips and gets into the shower, he debates for a moment about turning the shower cold, but he decides not too. Instead, his hand trails down and slowly wraps around his shaft, a low moan leaving his plump pink lips as he slowly starts to stroke it.

His mind is full of fantasies, and memories, all of Y/N. He starts to stroke faster, harder, his hips thrusting into his fist. His free hand holds up his weight against the shower wall, biting his bottom lip to muffle the moans. “F- fuck, ma..” He groaned as he finished, the sticky white substance going down the drain with the water quickly.

A soft sigh leaves Y/N’s lips as she stands up from Chris’s bed, she wandered out Chris’s room after brushing her hair. She heard the shower turn off in Chris’s bathroom and decided to do her skincare in his bathroom instead of Nick’s, so she went towards the door and knocked gently. “Yeah?” Chris yelled through the door, assuming it was Matt or Nick. Y/N walked in without thinking, only to be met with Chris naked stepping out the shower. Both paused, a bright red spreading across Chris’s pale cheeks and up his ears. Y/N, after getting over the shock, tried her best to not look at Chris’s on-display crotch. Chris scrambled and grabbed a towel as Y/N turned and quickly left the room, yelling a “sorry!” as she bolted down the hall. Chris quickly tugged his boxers and sweatpants on before bolting after Y/N. “Wait- Y/N!” He yelled after her.

@sturnioloshacker @sturnsbabie (hope y’all don’t mind being tagged😞)

PART 2 ::

[justanofficeworker]

TW: This Fic contains kidnapping, dub con, NSFW scenes, Stockholm syndrome among other things. Please do not read if these themes upset or disturb you. That being said, welcome and enjoy the ride.

A/n: Thank you for waiting for this chapter, after like 2 weeks of writers block and not knowing how to pull story beats together its done. I'm gonna start chapter 3 next Monday and hopefully release it before Friday. As always thank you for your support and drop a follow if you like my work.

Chapter 2- The date

You could hear what sounded like rattling metal as you ended your call with Simon. ‘Probably the dog he had mentioned at the store’ you thought to yourself as you began to frantically sift through your closet. It was a simple coffee date, no need to get dolled up. Maybe just a cute top and some jeans. “Yeah this should work “ you say aloud as you lay out your outfit for tomorrow.It had been so long since you went on an actual date.  Sure you had the occasional hook up and to be truthful a lot of them, were not up to snuff. But this coffee date was something to actively look forward to. Simon was polite and patient from what you could tell. He had suggested somewhere highly public and not tried to get you to his place immediately . Maybe all your waiting had finally paid off and you had found an actual nice guy. “Let's just hope he’s not some kind of serial killer” you mused to your house plant as you passed it on the way out your bedroom and to your now cooling bath. Now all you had to do was relax and let tomorrow come. 

Simon pov

Simon was late. Johnny had decided he needed to be a brat as soon as Simon made his way to the front door. Pulling at Simon's belt , murmuring ‘just’ a quickie, fer good luck and’ a clear head’ he had murmured. That quickie ended up being more of a half hour event, with Johnny whining for him to ‘go harder, please sir, wanna feel you while you catch our bird’. Granted Simon did have a clear head as he walked through the door to the small-ish coffee shop you’d agreed to meet him in. Panning his vision across the small space yielded a sight that could make an angel fall. There you sat, eyes wet , idly stirring what looked like a chocolate flavored coffee topped with pink sprinkles. God you looked so dejected , like everything that could go wrong in the world had all happened just before Simon had walked in. Slowly, Simon made his way towards you internally cursing Johnny for being so persuasive in his efforts to hop on his dick and spin. 

“Ello lil bird, I'm sorry to be so late,” Simon remarked as he stopped , right behind Beanie’s chair.

The brown skinned woman sat up quickly , blinking away un-shed tears. “Oh shit, Simon, heeeey. I figured  you wouldn't show” She greeted , turning in her seat. Simon felt lower than low, seeing the wetness in her eyes gather and release a single tear that she quickly wiped away.

“God you must think I'm well and truly an ass' ' Simon retorted with a sad crow “my dog decided he wanted to make a mess right as I was leavin my house. If I had known it would take so long to clean, I would have just left" Simon's eyebrow furrowed at that last remark, sudden anger foreign.

“May i?” he gestured to the chair opposite you. 

Nodding you avert your eyes to look at the door , suddenly thinking about whether or not you should just make a run for it. “ you know normally if someone is this late to a date i leave” you quip , hoping to hide your nerves.

“Yeah? Well I'm honored that you decided to stay. I hate to admit it but you've been on my mind since yesterday. I’ve gotta tell ya I'm curious, who are you , where you've been , what you want and how i can factor into those plans. You are mesmerizing "Simon finished , in awe of you all but glow under his complements. a feeling shoots up your spine as you feel you face heat at the confession.No one had ever said something so deep to you and been genuine . Most of the time guys would say ‘deep’ shit to try to charm their way into your bed. Maybe it was because Simon was hot and made you feel butterflies in very inappropriate areas or maybe his vulnerability was something you craved , you weren't sure yet. You did know that you were going to keep Simon in your life for as long as he would let you cling. Plus he had a dog and everyone loves dogs.

“That's a lofty ask Simon , maybe I'll tell you who i am on this date and for each date I'll answer one of you questions. But you gotta answer them too” you bargain. Simon seems pleased that you want to know him just as much as he wants to know you.

“ Well then Simon, my name is Y/n L/n, most people call me Beanie. I’m 27 and i work from home as a freelance book editor. My favorite desert is flan and house plant tending is my hobby." Beanie formally introduces herself , much like one would do in front of class at the beginning of a school semester.You look at Simon expectantly. 

“ oh um ,’ he starts “My name is Simon Riley, Simon is fine, I'm 37 and I'm a retired military vet. Not by choice mind you, ended up with a bad injury and got discharged with a couple of my men. Now i just garden and take care of an old geezer of a dog.”

You and Simon talked for another hour before the cashier announced the shop would be closing early due to some sort of electrical issue. Simon took this as the perfect time to draw your date to a close and promising that he would text you later. You agreed that it was a good idea to end here and make plans for a later meeting.

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Your second date, a week later , ended up being your idea. A quiet afternoon at a local park for a picnic.

“Well Simon, your next question of where I’ve been” you said propping yourself up on your elbows. “I’ve been to the states, Canada, the Caribbean. Ive got family there , but we don’t talk much. And finally London. I ended up staying and applying for a citizenship after my work visa ran out and i gotta say, i like it here.” You finish with a giggle. You’d been looking forward to this date all week.

Simon was so open and honest, telling at length about his injury and it felt to basically repurpose his life after being discharged. You couldn’t imagine having to reboot how you went about your life so abruptly. He was so strong for that. Handsome, kind and thoughtful, Simon had even gotten you a bouquet of peonies, your favorite flower. You weren't entirely sure how he knew, but it was thoughtful none the less.

Simon looked deep in thought before he responded “ originally born an’ raised in Manchester, though during my military career I've seen all corners of the world , but I’m much more content with the more rural areas of London”. Simon looked off into the distance, surveying the park goers when he caught sight of a black and brown blurred bee lining straight for you.

One second you were turning your head to see what Simon was looking for and the next you were in his lap as a very hyper doberman barreled right through the spot you had been sitting in. A very frantic dog walker yelling an apology as he dashed passed, leash in hand. A giggle tumbled out of your mouth as you watched the pair until they were out of sight. It was only then that you realized , you were suddenly very close to your date.

Your eyes met his and it was kind of like fate. Like the stars had aligned and pushed your two souls into each other's orbit , willing you to meet. Your eyes connect and Simon leans closer.

And closer.

And closer.

Till his lips are just barely ghosting over yours. 'screw this waitin shit' you think as you surge forward, closing the distance and sharing a searing kiss. His lips tasted like the strawberries you had brought and the champagne Simon surprised you with when you had met at his car. It was like everything clicked together and the world stopped for a brief second. Sadly you both had to breath at some point and you pulled away.

"Oh wow" you sighed, almost giddy with the lack of oxygen. "I've never been one to kiss on the second date, but that felt"

"right?" Simon finished your sentence for you. " to be honest I've never felt as comfortable as i do with you." he reveled , holding you close.

You stayed like that for a while, sun beginning to set and the park lights flickering on. Soon it was time for you to leave. You folded and packed away your picnic basket and made your way back to Simon's car. he had insisted that he take you home, the drive to your building was comfortably silent , the radio playing some new love song by an obscure boy band. It didn't occur to you that you hadn't given him your address, too love struck for the thought to register.

The drive wasn't long and soon you were parked outside of your home, Simon slipping out to open your door and walk you up the stairs. "I had a nice time, thank you for the picnic" you say to to Simon suddenly shy as Simon crowded you against the door.He leaned down, close to your ear and said " for our next date , I'll take you somewhere real fancy, wear something pretty for me , ok?" he voice soft and velvety. Planting a quick kiss on your cheek he stepped back and winked. You release a breath you weren't aware you were holding, face hot. "yeeah, yep. c-call me when you get home k!' you stammer as you unlock your door and slip inside under Simon's watchful eyes.

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Simon signed as he watched your door slide shut. Your date was a success and soon, so very soon you would be home with him and johnny. You had felt so soft in his arms and now that he had had a taste of you , there was no substitute. he just had to get you home, without damaging you too much. He had the whole drive home to finalize his thoughts.

Pulling up the gravel drive way , he could see johnny lazing on the front porch, face tight in concentration as he sketched on a drawing pad, near manic in he fervor.

"ech-em" Simon cleared his throat, jolting johnny out of his thoughts, "Jesus, ye big bastard. Did ya need to scare me half to death?" he admonished as he set aside his art supplies. Simon chuckled a the Scot's crassness, "And here i was ready to tell you how my date went with our bird and all i get is yelled at. Maybe I should' Simon trails off as johnny all but bum-rushes him, shouting obscenities as he forcefully pulls Simon towards their front door and into the living room , where he promptly shoves Simon down onto the couch and straddles his lap with an expectant look. " now, tell me everything" johnny pushes , blue eyes wide an waiting.

Simon lets out a warm laugh as his hands run up and down the fat of johnny's ass and thighs, gripping and groping every now and then. "There's my eager puppy. You wanna know all there is to know about our precious bird, dont'cha?" Simon pulling his lover close so he can whisper into his ear. “Her favorite fruit is strawberries, want to taste?” He teases as johnny rears back and smashes his lips with Simon’s. Johnny can only whine as Simon's tongue slip's past his lips.

They had much to 'discuss'.

[formulaa-1]

Hi there, can I request a one shot with Oscar Piastri, where he is dating his childhood best friend from Australia, and they are hanging out and visiting both their families and friends while they’re at Melbourne for the Australian GP.

one shot🤿 O.P

fem!reader x Oscar piastri

Oscar’s dating his childhood bestfriend and they visit Australia for the Grand Prix and spend some quality time together 🫶🏼 ps. theres a promise ring at the end 🙈💍

Thankyou so much for the request! I hope this is kind of what you were thinking of because I was kind of just going with whatever came to mind especially the promise ring haha! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

y/n’s pov

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if you would have told me 4 years ago id be dating my bestfriend since childhood, I would have laughed in your face.

everyone saw it coming,everyone but us of course.

it happened when we both went on vacation to Hawaii with our families for a little getaway before Oscar started his formula 2 season. we’d all been drinking one night, and me and Oscar were the only ones left; we danced and spun our way across the beach feeling free and laughing til’ we couldn’t breathe anymore. I had spun too fast ,falling over and pulling oscar down with me.

it was like a switch had been flipped.

we couldn’t keep our hands or eyes off of eachother for the rest of the night.

when we woke up, we finally confessed our love to eachother and made things official. as soon as we went downstairs everyone already knew that we had admitted our feelings and that we were now together. typical.

but that was 3 years ago.

we’re now currently in our hometown, melbourne,soaking up the aussie sun at his parents home before the busy race weekend starts and it’s the definition of perfect.

on the first day in Melbourne, oscar had taken me and some of our mutual friends to the Great Barrier Reef and spent the day surfing and swimming.

it was perfect, growing up in Australia I was always too busy with school work and my own sports I never really had much time to explore many of Australia’s natural wonders.

this is one of the things I love the most about Oscar, he’s always so thoughtful and always knows how to make things special. He knew I wanted to go and he made sure it was just that little bit more special for me, he truly is one in a million.

on the second day, he took me to my favourite book shop and insisted on paying for whatever I wanted. I declined and told him he didn’t need to and that I’d pay for them myself but he of course told me to stop being silly and bought them anyway.

on the third day, we ate breakfast in bed and watched all of our favourite films (Harry Potter because Oscar’s a massive nerd just like me) whilst talking about anything and everything.

on the next few days we relaxed,visited friends and family and took time for ourselves.

on the very lasts day Oscar took us on a helicopter ride through Melbourne. It was heavenly,it was truly a dream come true. It was their where he had kissed me on my forehead before pulling out a ringbox, revealing a promise ring.

“y/n, I wanted to give you this as a promise that one day we will have everything we ever wanted and that I’ll be with you for the rest of my life and that even if things get hard I will always be there for you and by your side. this ring also signifies that one day we’ll have that big house with the white picket fence and little mini me’s and mini you’s running around. I love you so much y/n”. he said with tears pricking his eyes.

I had kissed him so passionately and that even tho it was just a promise ring, I knew that it was a promise of the life we would have and for that I couldn’t be happier.

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authors note🎀 okay guys !!! what do you think of this?? I’m actually happy with this like AHHH!!! I felt like I was really motivated and it felt like this was kind of an easy flow but let me know what you think 🫶🏼 sorry its taken so long to get round to requests I’ve been very I motivated and had MAJOR writers block or whatever it’s called 🙄 I hope your all okay and looking after yourselves !!!

[sakura1uvr]

Suprise in Seoul

fluff

A/N: Hi guys i have finally written something 😭 it has been a while but atleast i got out of writers block 🧎‍♂️ also changed my layout abit cuz i found my old one boring asf (i did use some inspo from other people i apologize if you find ours similar 🧍‍♀️)

Synopsis: Being in a long distance relationship was hard but you finally got to meet your girlfriend Haewon

Pairing: Haewon (nmixx) x f!Y/N

Warning: gay shit, reader is japanese

MEN DNI

You have been in a relationship with Haewon for a while now but you guys had no time to meet since you were in a long distance relationship. Well that was until you were moving from tokyo to seoul where Haewon was living. It had been a relentless countdown for the last few months, all the box packing taking up your time and energy. You wanted it to be a surprise for Haewon, a gift for both of you after the long hours spent video calling and counting down the days until you could finally be together again.

As you finally reached your new apartment all you could think about was Haewon. She has been so eager to finally meet up with you but she never had the time to do so because of her busy schedule as a k-pop idol.

You were a huge fan of Nmixx since their debut. Nmixx had some japanese schedules in tokyo so that's how you two met. The rest is history.

You opened your matress up from the plastic it was surrounding it and placed it in your new bedroom. It's gonna take a while to unpack everything but it will be worth it in the end. You have bought some new things before leaving your home in Tokyo so you can have atleast something to live off of till you get a job in Seoul and till everything you ordered arrives.

But your main focus is meeting your girlfriend after 1.5 years of not seeing eachother.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, you grabbed your keys and headed out. You had planned on surprising her at her place since you guys exchanged addresses incase one of you visits. You know she is a huge nerd for games so you know she is probably gaming right now.

You pace to a 7/11. One of the best convinient stores as Haewon describes them. As you buy some food for your girlfriend your phone vibrates. It was Haewon and she sent you a pic and captioned it with "Gimbap with silent hill 2 is the best 🤭"

You chuckle to yourself.

placing the food in a paper bag you head to her place.

When you arrived at her building, your heart raced. Every step felt heavier as you climbed the stairs to her apartment, each one a countdown to seeing her again. You knocked softly, half-expecting her to answer with her ever-cheerful smile.

After a moment, the door swung open, and there she stood in her comfy oversized hoodie, a hair tie keeping her tousled hair back. "What?!" She said before realizing it was you. Her eyes widened in shock before they sparkled with joy. “You’re here?!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing with disbelief.

"Tada!" You chuckle as she hugs you tightly.

As you wrap your arms around her, the world around you fades away. It’s just the two of you; the years of distance evaporating in an instant. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” she mumbles into your shoulder, her voice muffled with emotion. You can feel her smile against your skin, and it sends a warm rush through you.

“I know! I wanted it to be a surprise,” you say, pulling back just enough to see her face. Her cheeks are flushed with happiness, and those eyes you’ve missed so much glow with joy. You hand her the paper bag with the food you've gotten, watching her curiosity about what’s inside unfold.

“What did you bring?” she asks as she peeks inside, her eyes widening at the sight of her favorite snacks. Pepero, cupped tteokbokki, buldak ramen, banana milk etc.

She looks back up at you with an expression that combines disbelief and pure elation. “You’re seriously here! In Seoul! This is insane!”

You both walk into her house and she brings you into her livingroom. As you already know Haewon is an idol and that means she has money so her apartment is huge. It actually shocks you that it's this huge. You settle down on the couch as she brings you some tea. She sits next to you and begins to speak.

“So, are you officially moving here?” she asks tentatively, her excitement mixed with a hint of apprehension.

You nod, your heart fluttering a bit at the thought of finally cementing this in reality. “Yeah, I am. I’m searching for jobs, too, but… I just wanted to be here with you. It’s been too long, haven’t it?”

Haewon bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “It really has. I never thought we would make it here, you know? I was worried about you, about us, with all the touring and my schedule.”

“And I was worried too. Missing you felt like an ache that never really went away,” you admit, your voice softening. “I couldn’t bear waiting any longer.”

You share a lingering look, both of you aware that this moment marks a new chapter. No more late-night video calls, no more counting days on a calendar. Just the two of you together, in this little moment.

“Now that you're here, what do you want to do first?” she asks, and it feels like an invitation for both freedom and adventure.

“Honestly? I just want to stay here with you,” you reply, her heart throbing even harder now as her face lits up red.

You start drinking your tea and you both chatter abit. How the idol life works, fans etc.

"Well even tho we are here together nobody should know we are dating so we can't be seen outside alot. Maybe just as friends but nothing more." Haewon sighs. It's the tough idol life she has to live.

"Hey it's okay!! I understand! Aslong as i get to be with you i will never complain." You smile at her and she just looks at you. Like there were hearts in her eyes. You always understood her and that's one of the things she loved about you.

You continue sipping your tea as the conversation flows, punctuated by laughter. Well you have seen your girlfriend in alot of videos and even when you guys are texting she is super funny. Haewon shares stories from her recent schedule, Bae and Jiwoo's antics, and a few amusing encounters with fans. Each moment you spend with her on that couch reminds you just how much you missed these small details—the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles, and the comfort of her presence.

“Have you thought about what job you want to look for?” she asks, curiosity bubbling in her tone.

You chuckle softly, “Honestly? I just want to find something flexible enough that will let me spend time with you. I could work in a café or something while I figure it out.”

Haewon laughs, shaking her head. “I can totally see you as the cute barista, serving my iced latte every morning. But you’d probably be too busy swooning over me, huh?” She winks.

You roll your eyes playfully, "well i thought we both knew that since i am finally here with you."

Her face brightens with pink as she gazes at you; you love that you can still make her blush after all this time. “Alright then, so would you like to play abit with me? Warning tho i am pretty skilled” she jokes, clearly eager to show you her world.

Your night is spent with playing games together (You beating Haewon and she just stands there shocked), laughter and just a nice time.

You are super glad you got to finally meet up with her.

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie, ready with the gin to endure whatever nonsense Eddie's plot is devolving into this week. God I hope the focus on Henren or Bathena so I can walk away with some sense of satisfaction. I'm not even going to attempt to say something good might come out if it, since history isn't on our side this season wrt Eddie. Tim needs to lay off his Hitchcock obsession, he did Psycho on LS last season, is doing Vertigo now, and both plots were utter nonsense. At least I got a good laugh today looking at the stills from the Oliver and Lou interview. Somebody should have told Oliver to blink 3 times if he's there against his will, though the fact that he looks like he's actively leaning towards the nearest exit probably says it just as well.

Yeah, the sooner bucktommy ends the happier I'll be. The relationship itself is fine, on par with every other BS relationship Buck was in really, but the fandom around it is exhausting and the active attempts to erase any semblance of Eddie in Buck's life is just so, so dumb (and pointless, like Buck wouldn't be the same without Eddie in his life just as Eddie isn't the same without Buck). Anyway cheers friend, we're on the precipice of something that looks both exciting and annoying, let's hope the scales tip in our favor 🍷🍸🥃.

Well, as I'm sure you guessed by my late answer, I saw this and waved at you from post limit jail, due to the d20 finale last night. I wish Tumblr would have a pop up like, "hey, you have 5 posts left before you hit post limit today!" or something so I could prepare!

So, good news, the Bobby and Henren stuff was *chefs kiss* angsty and dramatic and pulled at my heartstrings! The Bobby montage as he's giving his Captain Dad advice and having Buck cook, and calling Hen "Mother Hen" (while looking at Buck and Eddie 👀👀👀), giving the prayer book to Eddie, giving tips to Ravi, calling out orders on scene, it was all so much! And GOD, them taking that poor little girl away, and Denny stepping between that man and his sister, I was in TEARS! The Bobby and Athena talk got me too, and then him seeing his dead dad?! Bobby is going THROUGH IT and I ate it up!

As for Eddie I- legitimately do not know what to say. The whole thing was a mess, Kim giving herself bangs?? to roleplay with a stranger?? was just SO WEIRD and off-putting. Sorry I guess I'm just a hater but I think Eddie getting stuck with actresses like GW and EG means that him having scenes with anyone else feels good? but I'm not falling all over myself about any magical chemistry 🤷🏻‍♀️I hate this storyline and I'm tired of the narrative that this was some great love Eddie is missing out on when season 2-3 gave us actual canon evidence that it isn't true, and it feels more like Tim wanted Devin back and thought he could get away with it now that the audience had some space and KR spent all last season pretending Shannon was some saint (when he killed Shannon off so quickly originally because he said the audience wasn't going to forgive her and he didn't want to waste screentime on that when grief tied in with anger and abandonment was a more interesting storyline for Eddie and Chris). I'm also VERY curious about where the "Eddie realizing he's been looking at the relationship with rose colored glasses and living in delusion about it" is because GIRL that wasn't it. Eddie crying about her being the great love of his life and how they could have had it all is NOT him taking off the rose colored glasses, no matter how pretty Ryan looks when he's crying.

ANYWAY. I was already not on board with this but the writers dragging Chris into it too just gives me the ick. And it might resolve fine, but GOD!! THE JOURNEY MATTERS!! It matters how the characters get places! And this is just...not just a mess but a completely unnecessary one. They could address Eddie's grief and delusions about his relationship with Shannon (and her relationship with Chris because don't think I didn't clock him bringing up her (shit ass guilt trip) letter but not that she abandoned her son and cut off all contact for years) without resorting to trashy soapy doppelganger nonsense and cheating drama. And it's WILD because Bobby's arc this season and his relationship with Athena, and Henren's storyline have been SO GOOD, and even though there were some pacing and tone issues, even the Madney stuff has been good (and Kenny always slays the dramatic arcs!). Buck has taken a mostly supportive backseat this season which, while I ADORE him, was needed after the mess KR made of his character and her apparent lack of interest in the majority of the other main characters and his personal storyline (the bi realization, being Eddie's partner for all the big emotional talks) is also fine, it just got hijacked by some absolutely bizarre shipping strangeness over a couple minutes of screentime. But GOD Eddie's shit has been such a weird mess! It wasn't enough to be stuck with the transphobe all season, we also had to add in this nonsense?! Thanks, I hate it. At least we might finally be allowed to let Shannon go?? I am literally begging at this point.

As for th b/t of it all, I have literally blocked it from my mind and out of my existence (the ONE perk of my tumblr app still not working and having to do most of my stuff in my phone browser means I haven't really seen my dash lately and I've been smart about staying out of the tag for once) because it's just not worth the headache the bad takes give me. I'm just...so tired. I was willing to watch it play out (felt very much like Ali as the first step post-Abby, something background setting up for more later *cries in s4 Buddie canon*) but go at this point I just need it to be over for EVERYONE'S sanity. Especially Oliver's because like, girl. Why do you look like you're trapped in that loft with MW again?! Why so haunted? Girl, are you okay?? Oliver?? And how he continues to just post Buddie/Ryan stuff?? Loud.

I'm just...tired. So tired. And I need a drink. Imma go find some absolutely filthy/funny/fun Buddie fic and drown myself in that because I have the unfortunate feeling it's gonna be a LONG fucking hiatus.

Cheers friend. I know I always say if we can survive RNM (with it's own doppelganger storyline) then we can survive anything but GOD it would be nice to not have it be so hard.

[17snifflesandsnzes]

heyy and welcome to tumblr, it's always nice to have a new sickfic writer.

and specifically i've been looking for someone to write bnd fics!! i have a request if you could write a snzfic for leehan where he is obviously coming down with something but he only realizes it while they're filming "What?Door!" content or maybe we can see it in this dorm vlogs, i'll leave it to you.

oh and for main caretaker i was thinking taesan like he's the first one to notice and takes care of him from afar but not making it obvious cuz leehan won't admit he's sick until it's really bad.

I know right!! It's so hard to find BND fics on here! I'm glad I could write one! I hope you like it!!

He Just Needs Some Extra Attention Sometimes

Leehan's pov:

Filming FunNextDoor was something I looked forward to, always. The first time we filmed it was filled with so many precious memories that I was beyond excited when our company told us we would be filming a season 2 of FunNextDoor. I expected all of my members to have a lot of fun and relax, away from the idol life for a while. What I hadn't expected was the pounding headache I woke up with on the day of filming. I guess it's just the endless hours of practice finally catching up to me. Going through my morning routine as quickly as I could, I made my way to our shared dorm kitchen. “Good morning, Donghyun-ah!” I looked up to see Sungho hyung and Jaehyun hyung in the kitchen. Sungho hyung appeared to be making something and Jeahyun hyung…looked like he was only there to bother Sungho. Chuckling at the sight, I took a seat at the table and pulled out some cereal. “You aren't gonna eat?” Sungho hyung asked. Always so considerate. “No, hyung. I'm not that hungry anyway.” Sungho frowned at me but didn’t say anything.

I ate my breakfast while the rest of the members slowly entered our kitchen. Jaehyun and Woonhak immediately started doing their own thing, their energy bouncing off of each other. Dongmin and Sanghyeok stood to the side, talking to each other. And even though I was always grateful for Jaehyun and Woonhak, their loud voices definitely weren't helping my headache. I sighed softly, rubbing my fingers against the bridge of my nose. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Dongmin handing me a painkiller. “You okay?” He asked me as I chugged a glass of water with the painkiller. “Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry.” Dongmin sighed but didn't say anything. Soon enough, we were walking to our company building with our staff, all ready for filming. And despite the excitement I had felt about the filming of FunNextDoor, my headache was making it difficult to enjoy the process. Along with the headache, my eyes were also getting slightly watery and my nose had started running as well. I blamed it on the cold weather but all these things together were definitely making my life difficult at the moment.

Taesan pov:

I had noticed Donghyun acting strange since the morning, actually. He looked way more distracted than usual. He also had absolutely no energy. I could see him wince at the members’ loud voices as they talked. I had offered him a painkiller to give him some relief but looking at him now, he definitely looks like he's catching a cold. Or already has one. His eyes are watery and slightly red, his nose looks itchy and he keeps breathing through his mouth. Knowing Donghyun, he was barely gonna acknowledge being sick as he's too busy in his own world which is what motivated me to take care of him, even if it was from afar. I couldn't just let him suffer on his own!

Soon we were boarding the bus that was gonna take us to our MT destination. I deliberately took a seat next to Donghyun to keep an eye on him. Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind. We sat in silence for a while until I heard a soft gasp from beside me. I turned to see Donghyun cupping his hands over his nose and mouth, eyes closing. “hh'ItChiHh!- hh'IkTShuHh!-” “Bless you.” I whispered to him and he nodded, the tips of his ears going red. I decided not to say anything yet and we continued to sit in silence, letting the members’ voices wash over us.

Leehan pov:

I knew Dongmin was probably worried about me after I sneezed in front of him but I'm glad he didn't make a big deal out of it. Once we arrived at our MT destination, all of us gathered in the living room to do stuff together. Even though I felt a little tired, I didn't want my members to worry about me so I made my way to the living room. I sat on the floor in front of the couch, letting my head roll back to rest on it, eyes closed. I felt a hand cars through my hair and I opened my eyes to see Dongmin, softly smiling down at me. “You look tired, Donghyun-ah. Do you wanna take a nap?” Barely registering the question, I nodded. Dongmin nodded as well before gently taking my hands and guiding me to our shared room. When I felt a burning sensation in my nose, however, I pulled my hands from his grip and turned away from him quickly. “hh'HktShuHh!-” Dongmin looked back at me, his eyes betraying his concern. “Bless you. Are you okay?” “Yeah, I'm fine.” I could tell he was still concerned despite my reply but he stayed silent. Dongmin guided me to my bed, whispering a soft rest well to me. I smiled at him in gratitude and soon enough, I fell asleep.

Taesan pov:

I was actually surprised at how quickly Donghyun fell asleep. And even though I already had my suspicions, I now knew for sure that he was sick. I didn't want to tell the hyungs yet because I knew that Donghyun himself didn't register his illness. Which is why I wanted to take care of him from afar until his condition got worse enough for him to acknowledge it and tell the hyungs. After quite a while, Donghyun finally woke up from his nap. He took a seat at the couch, hair messy from his nap. “You're up, Donghyun-ah! You slept for quite a while.” Jaehyun hyung commented, patting Donghyun's thigh. Donghyun smiled slightly at the attention. After a few minutes of sitting there, he rubbed at his nose, sniffling wetly. I quickly handed him a pack of tissues. He smiled at me gratefully before taking a few tissues out and softly blowing his nose. The pressure must've triggered a tickling sensation in his nose because he gasped soon after, his eyes closing. “hh’IkTShUhHh!- hh'HkTChiHhh!-” He rubbed the tissues against his nose again, groaning. “Bless you.” I said softly. He looked up at me with slightly teary eyes. “Thank you.” I scooted closer to him and ran a hand through his hair. “Care to admit you're sick now?” I asked teasingly and he nodded, blowing his nose again. Which caused his breath to start hitching again as well. “Hh'IkTChiHh!- hh'ItChiHh!-” I blessed him again as he rubbed his nose aggressively. “Sorry. You're right, I think I'm getting sick.” I laughed softly at the confession before guiding him gently back to his room. “You need to rest, Donghyun-ah. Get some sleep.” He stayed quiet but I knew that he agreed to the idea. As he entered his room, he turned back to me. “Thanks, Dongmin-ah.” I reached out and ruffled his hair. “No problem, Hyun-ah. Now get some sleep.” He smiled before entering his room. I stood at his doorway until he fell asleep and as I left his room, I smiled to myself. I guess he just needs some extra attention sometimes.

[minihotdog]

Captive - Ch. 3: Ruthless

Eric Coulter x OC Eden Rossi

Chapter 2: The Ghost From Amity

t/w: Eric tries to drown someone

Note: I'm not much of a writer so thank you for actually reading my fic XD

I pull the sleeves on my fleece sweater over my hands in an attempt to protect myself from the frigid air. The yellow book given to me by one of the kind guards lays open on the bed next to me. 

The sun has gone down and come up twice since I woke up to the stranger at my bedside. 

The guards woke me up hours ago to bathe. By bathe, I mean a bucket of cold water in a freezing-tiled room as they laugh at the sound of my teeth chattering from outside the room.

My tangled hair is being held together by a fragile clip I found in the bag in the morning when my uniform was issued. The dark gray sweater with a series of numbers printed on both sides and sweat pants given to me do very little to protect me from this freezing place.

I sit staring at the wall, a million thoughts race through my mind but none of them are entertaining enough to take me away from here.

The door slides open suddenly, startling me. I scurry further into the corner as a large figure comes within my view. It’s the strange man.

He grabs the chair, spinning it around to face me before taking a seat. I try to look away but he’s the most interesting thing I’ve seen in two days. He looks me over looking uninterested or apathetic. 

“Hello, again.” He says menacingly. 

(Eric’s Pov)

I look her over head to toe. She sits with her knees to her chest. Pathetic , I think to myself. How could anyone see her as a threat to our security? Just a tree hugger that wandered too far from base and got caught, probably chasing a butterfly before a guardsman knocked her on the back of the head with his rifle.

“Are you ready to tell me what you were doing within our walls?”

“I told you! I was delivering rations.” I stare at her, she finally found her voice after our first meeting. 

“You were delivering rations inside the headquarters, with no rations in sight and no escort?” I huff, already growing tired of this answer. 

“I’ll give you another chance, this is your last warning.” I look into her eyes, fear resides in them, but also what I can make out a determination. She thinks she can outlast me. 

“What were you doing inside the faction with no escort, Amity scum!” I spit out at her.

“I told you alread-”

I cut her off, looking towards the one-way mirror. Two guards come through the door. They place a heavy trough on the ground at the foot of the bed, water spills out the sides and pools on the concrete floor. The guards rush out leaving us alone in the tension-packed room.

“Ms. Rossi, you are in a bad place.” I almost sing to her, sucking my teeth at her naivety. “I want to send you home, unharmed, but first you have to explain to me what you were doing. If you’re innocent as you claim, that can be arranged very soon.” 

She sits there, her eyes leaving mine momentarily to look at the water. The anger begins to rise inside of me every second I see her curled up like a scared dog.

“Now, let’s try again, what were you doing within this faction’s wall all by yourself?” 

“I was delivering ra-” I lunge at her, grabbing her by the hair on the back of her head. I hold her close to me as sounds of pain leave her mouth.

“How many chances do you need from me?” No response. I pull her hair harder and she cries out. “How many?”

I drag her to the end of the bed and hold her head above the water. My knee rests on the bed behind her to keep my balance as she fights against my grip.

“Who are you? Who is Eden Rossi?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t answer. Some sick and twisted side of me jumps from excitement when she stays quiet. Her arms shoot out in an attempt to save herself. I shove her head into the water, holding her firmly as she thrashes and tries to fight against my grasp. 

I pull her head up. She coughs violently, spitting up the water she inhaled. 

“What’s that?” I taunt her. She just coughs and coughs. I push her head down once more, watching the bubbles rise to the surface, and repeat for what seems like hours before letting her go. She pulls away from me gasping for air, her hair and clothes soaked in water. I stand over her as she looks up at me in fear.

“I’ll be back to speak with you, I’ll only get worse from here Ms. Rossi.” 

I leave her shivering in the cell and head towards my quarters to try once again to try and find any evidence proving her existence.

~~~~~

I sip my coffee at the leader’s table listening to the various conversations occurring around me in the cafeteria. My shred of happiness disappears when none other than Four decides to join me. 

“What do you want?” I look away, trying to grasp at the little peace I was feeling just before.

“The guards down at the detention center told me you tried to drown the spy.” 

“This place seems to have a massive gossip problem.”

Four runs his hands over his face, frustrated. “Yeah, except it’s believable when you’re in the picture.” I shrug, not caring about what he has to say further. “You’re supposed to build rapport with suspects, not jump to torture. I mean, what is wrong with you?” He whisper-shouts at me. 

“She wasn’t budging. We don’t have time for suspects to play dumb when we might have a war outside our walls soon.” I finish my coffee and set the mug on my tray. “Besides, what would you have done? Fucked her?” 

“Holy shit, here we go again!” Four looks around, hoping no one heard the course words come out of Eric’s mouth. “You should bring her a gift to apologize, you know, for trying to kill her for fun. Maybe if you build some trust she’ll start talking,” Four says in a patronizing tone.

~Later That Night~

I sit at my computer lost in thought, the empty file of “Eden Rossi” displayed on the monitor. It’s too early in an investigation to hit a wall. I think to myself, only making matters worse. I groan in frustration and exhaustion. Four’s words play in my head on repeat. 

A gift, hmm?  

I remember the book sitting on the bed when I last saw her. Some fantasy book no doubt written by some soft-skulled Amity. 

My eyes run over the endless selection of books covering the walls of my office while lost in thought.

[princerevelucide]

Sometimes you mention that you've had an idea for a kiu sequel story, I haven't seen you talk about it in detail anywhere before unless I missed it? Please feel free to use this ask to ramble as much as you'd like about it!

i never really did talk about it in much detail!! i always wanted to actually do something with it, but it’s honestly very unlikely at this point since i’m no writer lmao, so i may as well just full plot summary at this point. it’s very self indulgent because it features my ocs AND focuses on my favorite guy :)

it was going to start with somewhat cliche ~imbalances of power~ popping up in a few spots, specifically five of them that each had a different effect and were badly messing with humans (palutena cares, viridi does not) and with animals and plantlife (palutena cares, viridi VERY MUCH cares) and so angels are sent off to investigate, as well as probably phosphora and some of viridi’s little creatures too. these five spots are eventually found to be connected to the five primal gods who created the universe and have been dormant since, with each of the magic voids tapping into something they represented - life, love, time, sky, and shadow.

of course, this upsets other forces too, leading to gods that weren’t involved in the war on hades trying to work out what was going on (aka my main ocs asterie, linus, raniris, and dia) and other such things that would probably make it so the first few chapters are relatively low stakes and just getting into the whole thing. raniris and dia are introduced around here as dia becomes part of Team Angel to figure out what’s going on.

the first major turning point would be when aurum invasion 2 happens, except it’s probably not really the aurum is just the same concept but more intelligent. they do whatever and in the process of pit and dark pit dismantling the place and being the main characters, the Not Aurum take loose shed feathers that they naturally dropped during combat (dia’s magic wings do not shed) and uses them to create an AI clone of them both that uses their combined DNA as a base, that being pit0.exe or just Zero. he has his moment and his character arc and he dies and everyone thinks the whole thing was just a momentary distraction that’s finally over.

but zero’s existence catches the attention of the primal goddess of life who is waking, as even as an ai he’s deemed to be his own living being with a soul and a heart. and he has connections to pit - sure, of course she knows of pit, she knows of every life that’s ever come and gone, even while she was dormant - but then she notices the other half of zero’s basis and realised that there’s a living, breathing life she’d never seen before, that being dark pit. the existence of the rogue ai has drawn Life’s attention to the mirror clone she never saw before.

that’s part of why i always did mention that the plot of this story boiled down to that one post that’s something like, ‘god just called me and said he didn’t make me and didn’t know what i was’

palutena and viridi notice the ancient power voids slowly growing and becoming more active, taking a bit to realise they’re targeting them; taking even longer to realise they’re not generally attacking them all back in self defense or anything, but are now targeting dark pit and eventually end up pulling him into one of the voids where no one can follow to get him out.

this of course becomes both an ecological disaster because the voids continue to grow and act out and affect the world around them, but it’s now also a rescue mission that feels really bleak. how in the hell, after all, do you rescue someone who was abducted by ancient gods older than the universe, from whom the current gods spawned and have no actual power over them, and yet are our only hopes?

for a while it’s a search mission and a self defense thing as they try to survive and find weak points in the primal gods’ voids. it depends on pit and dia as the main angels at the front, and eventually aui shows up too to help out, as urged by mynta who is not actively around at this point. asterie and linus would also be more formally introduced around this point too.

and okay so from there the concept is somewhat underdeveloped, but the idea was in part that dark pit’s previously-unnoticed-by-the-primordial-soup vessel becomes a sacrificial lamb for the five primal gods - literally becoming a shadow in ritual robes with sheep’s horns and tail, no voice, and barely even a face - and the trouble becomes ‘well we’ve found him, now how do we get him out of there and get the primal gods to back off of our world without killing him’. something something remake the rebelling world, something something please don’t do that and also can we have our edgy guy back too. just imagine an epic zelda final boss fight.

that is pretty much as much as i’ve got for my kiu sequel… and i would happily hand it and my ocs all over to sakurai to make it a reality if i could

[bamboobrat]

succession s4 e3 recap: i just called to say are you a cunt? 1/2

ding dong the bitch is dead!

today we celebrate! extra long recap! (you'll find part two here and at the bottom)

it's finally time to fire gerri:(((

this has been in the cards since the hazmat suit remark, but still shakes me to the bones.

and sticking her with cruises? horrifying.

almost as horrifying as logan asking roman to kill her...

"you two, you know, you were close"

dickpickgate, the laughs were too high a price to pay.

on a more positive note, greg is also not having a good day.

is he out of the inner circle? was he ever in? did kerry really look up if a focus group existed and pull him apart like string cheese?

my guess is it's because he is annoying. on this, logan and i agree. visually aggravating, indeed.

(on a more serious note, yes, i've seen the posts about nick and all i can say is believe women)

big boss man's last words:

i wasn't paying attention. karolina was in the scene.

tom uses one line to summarize the episode we never got.

wanting to kill cyd and gerri on the same day can kill you, you know. it's called karma.

felt a strong impulse to skip the intro having seen the trailer, but i'm a good lil nick britell fangirl of course.

also, you know it's going to be a good episode when it's a mylod.

roman is very nervous about breaking up with his girlfriend firing gerri. "let's enjoy this sham marraige and the death of romance", he said...

i know i asked for more gerri. THIS NOT WHAT I MEANT!

roman is me, i am roman etc.

i'm also sad to report that i am, in fact, team hat.

they are sad and angry but not in a perverted way:(

so, so pretty<333 j. for supporting! sarah for lead, please!

it's the least they could do. seriously.

looks like having to kill gerri was the last drop for our romey.

calling your dad a cunt right before he dies? it's shakespearean.

connor associates victoria spunge with the loony bin. some of you might think the cake is not an essential part of this episode, but you are wrong.

shiv doesn't pick up the phone. first the cake, now this!!

this is what my mom tells me all the time: gotta pick up the phone, i could be dying.

and just like that... logan roy died. on the toilet. where all horrible fathers deserve to die. special shout out to tywin lannister!

the writers are absolute sickos for making me actually morn this guy by watching how his children absolutely fall to pieces:

roman repeating how everything will be okay. ken saying he can't forgive logan, but that he loves him. shiv immediately reverting back to her younger self and calling logan daddy...

anyone else have some trauma responses to share?

these asshole kids crying over their asshole father </3

they frantically go back and forth between accepting that he is dead and making action plans on how to save him. it's a beautiful and heartbreaking throwback to the first season, when they still believed their money and status could save them from experiencing death.

even billionaires are mortal. really makes u think 👀

frank calls kendall son and i think it finally sinks in. i'm a pool of tears ready to be wiped up off the floor.

shiv and ken go to let connor know.

they look so smol and lost and sad, i CAN'T. they really are kids.

connor is on some GOAT shit with this line:

well, his father may not ever have liked him, but at least he got the world's strangest hug from his homey romey.

being in denial too hard can cause hug disfunction.

it's not a nice thing to call someone dead.

truly a heartbreaking rant we get from kieran here. one emmy for our favorite slime puppy!

karl continues to be the voice of reason:

i feel connected to this man, spiritually and emotionally.

he should pour one for kerry as well.

our girl is simply not dealing. fingers crossed for a delicious breakdown to come.

tom agrees.

funniest shit i've ever seen.

this is why we like to keep karl around, for the drinking and the nicknames.

part 2

[sagevalleymusings]

Ted Lasso is an extremely subtle and nuanced show that we don't deserve and I'm going to defend a character I hate to prove it

So the series finale of Ted Lasso aired last night and I went out of my way to watch it even though I don't have a Hulumaxflix plus account, because I have utterly adored this whole season. I have seen a lot of disappointed fans and negative takes, even outside of the "it's woke now" brigade, and I disagree with pretty much all of the analyses I've seen so far. People are disappointed at the Tedbecca tease that never panned out, they're disappointed Jamie is talking to his dad again, they're disappointed all this stuff they wanted to happen didn't happen, tale as old as time. But I think the issue here is that Ted Lasso is written in the style of a daytime tv comedy while actually being an extremely heartfelt and pained letter to an abusive father that one of our writer was never able to send.

Co-creator and star Jason Sudeikis has gone on record saying the show is about bad dads. And we see examples of this all over the place. Some are more subtle than others.

But the problem with subtle shows is that you have a very wide audience to appeal to. I have seen and dare I say it even enjoyed both Primer and Groundhog Day. But trying to apply the time travel logic of the former to the latter just because they're both time travel movies would be folly. And this is how I feel about Ted Lasso. It has a lot of similarities to a style of show which is usually nowhere near this deep and it makes people expect something of it that it isn't providing. 

How do you know I'm not talking out my ass? Jack Danvers.

I hate Jack Danvers. We get a fucking lesbian for a change and she's an abusive cowardly closeted slut shaming piece of shit.

I love Jack Danvers. Because I knew she was 1) Keeley's financer and 2) a lesbian in under ten seconds of meeting this person, having seen only her shoes.

Jack is quiet and possibly even a little uncomfortable chatting with Keeley in the bathroom. But Keeley's so charming and open that you can't help but appreciate the quiet bonding moment it turns into.

But I've definitely been there. Women are so comfortable talking to each other in the bathroom and it makes me so uncomfortable. There have been so many times I have been made to feel unwelcome in this space and you want to have a chat...  Please go away.

Once it's revealed this is in fact Jack, it comes as a minor shock that Jack is a woman actually. Why is her name Jack if she's a woman?

It's because "my father wanted a boy."

Jack is one of Jason's "bad dad" characters. Which means her actions are a reflection of her childhood environment in a very pronounced way. Slowly but surely, we learn that Jack believes love is conditional.

Jack introduces us to the concept of love bombing and I think because the relationship progresses past that point, the audience is encouraged to forget this, but… love bombing isn't just new relationship energy. It's an abuse tactic. And we're told pretty explicitly that it's an abuse tactic because the person telling us about it is Rebecca, regarding her shitty and manipulative ex husband.

That Jack's relationship starts on this beat is noteworthy, because it sets up the dynamic that Jack believes she can only retain Keeley's affection if she buys it. Why does she think that?

Moving forward, we start to lapse into a false sense of security as Jack loudly proclaims their love in front of the whole office and is planning on showing Keeley off, only to have the rug ripped out from us the second something even slightly bad happens. 

But it isn't Jack's decision to make Keeley read out that apology and then pull funding when she refuses. Not if we're to believe Jack's word on it at least. It was "the board" whoever that is.

Jack peaces out to Argentina before the final shoe can drop, and it displays lastly an absolute cowardice on her part that she didn't even give Keeley the satisfaction of a break up. 

All of this combined makes me realize though that the sudden scrambling retreat is literally the other side of love bombing - we didn't drop that plot point just because we stopped talking about it. The motivations for both actions come from the same place. Jack believes love is conditional. She feels that she must earn Keeley's affection, and sees nothing wrong with withdrawing her own if Keeley doesn't do the same. And also, the actions of her partner reflecting negatively on her means that love can be withdrawn *from her* if she doesn't bow to pressure from those whose respect she's trying to maintain. 

The coming out moments in parallel with this lens are stark. Coming out to the office wasn't just about being open -it was about speed running earning Keeley's love and trust with grand acts of affection. And there are no consequences to coming out to people that far beneath you socially. Jack owns the HR firm that KJPR… might not have? Meanwhile her old college friend does matter. And when Keeley was a successful business woman to show off, that would have been fine. But now that she's part of a scandal? They're just friends. It serves her to come out to the firm in the interest of gaining Keeley's love, and it serves her to keep it hidden from her college friend, to avoid messy questions later that might make her look bad.

With her very name, Jack has been taught that there's a version of herself other people want her to be that she's incapable of reaching. And absolutely nothing we see from her suggests she's worked to unpack that trauma.

Jack is a minor character - a brief love interest in Keeley's life. But her decisions are deliberate and weighty. The good and bad moments are both informed by the same parental trauma, and the writers stick to it. They're true to character, even if it's "bad representation," even if it's not what fans want.

So let's talk about Tedbecca. I will reiterate that this show is about "bad dads" and more broadly about the ways in which who our parents are and how they raised us results in intergenerational trauma that's difficult to disrupt.

Ted and Rebecca are foils for each other. They both have absent fathers (eventually even they both have dead fathers) and they both have emotionally controlling mothers (more on that in a moment). They both are starting a new chapter in their lives because of a divorce, and family is an important component of that divorce. 

And they are both responding to their trauma, especially in early episodes, the way they've always been taught to respond to that trauma. Rebecca schemes vengefully while pretending everything is fine on the outside because she's been taught that the people in her back will not support her. Her mother put up with shitty behavior from her father for years. Then when her father left, her mother turned into a flighty unreliable hypochondriac. She doesn't want to allow Rupert the same power over her, so she reacts like a cornered tiger.

But at the end of the day, what she wants is a family, and in a lot of ways Ted can't give her that. Is Ted going to have one child in America and another in Britain and split his time between the two? Does that sound like the kind of thing Ted would be willing to do? Nor do I think it's what Rebecca really wants because her desire for family isn't just about having a child, but having a stable family unit to come back to, one she didn't really have growing up. Maybe you could see them hooking up, but by the time their relationship has progressed that either of them could have, they've both grown past the desire to do so. Tedbecca isn't endgame because Rebecca needs someone calm and warm and relaxed to come home to, in contrast to her childhood being a parent to her mother, or the cat and mouse dance with her ex husband.

But Ted isn't much better. We see that his father's suicide soured their relationship, but holy crap do I want to talk about Ted's mom.

In every single scene that Ted and his mom are interacting in right up to the blowout fight, she is guilting him into behaving a particular way. She says he "was born nice" but in reality it's obvious that he's extremely used to having to guess at what someone wants and bend his life around that. Ted's mom wants to visit him so *waits around his apartment* until he notices and offers her a place to stay. Ted's mom wants to sleep in the bed while insisting otherwise (but immediately starts having specific plans about what that means re: suitcases don't go on the bed). Ted's mom wants to go to the game and Ted doesn't insist she go, so she sends a text saying she wishes she were there. It is a relentless barrage of emotional abuse.

No wonder Ted is so sensitive to the lies she's telling people, also the whole time. How many fights have they had where he's done something because she asked him to, only for her to turn around and say "I never asked for that" and have that technically be true? And in fact we are explicitly told in the blow out that she responded to her *husband's suicide* by pretending everything was normal.

And then, finally, we get the truth. She's not there because she wanted to visit London (a thing she said explicitly which turns out was also a lie). She's there to guilt Ted into coming home by using his guilt over leaving his son. Is Ted… also a bad dad?

Ted's entire generous, forgiving personality was shaped by these two parents. One, who was a good man despite making what I would say is the only unforgivable act of selfishness, and the other, who is a manipulative woman who demands generosity from the people around her despite never overtly saying such.

Ted isn't just forgiving of Beard because of the guilt and anger over his father's death. He's also willing to go the extra mile for people because he thinks it's his job. 

Ted leaves for Richmond because his wife wants space, but in a lot of ways it's also an act of selfishness. After all, his ex wife says that she didn't want them to take a break, she wanted to know that Ted would fight for their relationship. And he doesn't - in fact he does the opposite. We now have context to know that asking for something without really asking for it explicitly is a trigger for Ted. So he sees what looks like the emotional manipulation of his mother coming from his wife, panics, and runs as fast and as far away from the situation as he can.

That Ted could never be in a relationship with his boss. Tedbecca isn't endgame because Ted needs a relationship where he can be selfish. 

And I think, genuinely, that all of this is intentional on the part of the writers. A relationship with Ted and Rebecca could never have been healthy, because they are the same character, but one of them is fight and the other is flight.

This show is so, so smart. And I think it's absolutely tragic how much of that smartness is missed because we aren't used to shows with this level of carefully crafted nuance. My god, the scene where Nate comes out of his room and the first shot is an all white hallway with absolutely no distinguishing features? My god. The flex of having the characters singing, and you can hear them walking off, Dani is literally getting louder as he gets closer to the camera! That's studio audio because their breathing doesn't line up with the dancing, but it sure sounds like it was recorded on a soccer pitch. I looked up the name of Keeley's form because I distinctly remember the last scene *not* saying KJPR and turns out in a blink and you'll miss it moment, she changed the name to KBPR to honor the fact that Barbara stood by her when Jack pulled funding.1

I could go on and on and on. There's so many moments where the writers just jam packed meaning and nuance to bursting in this show. 

In the "morning after" scene in the series finale, Ted is wearing a KC shirt, specifically a KC Current shirt, which is a women's professional soccer team. That says a lot all on its own for that being the shirt

In fact, Ted wears a lot of KC shirts on the show. He wears Richmond shirts… when he's at work. 

There's a lot more I could say, and maybe even will. I want to give the jamie/keeley/roy OT3 another look from the top at some point. But I just wanted to get something topical out quickly, because good shows deserve to be showered in praise, and I really think the negative publicity on Ted Lasso specifically is an absolute crime. We can't expect to see writers take a chance on something this detail oriented and nuanced again any time soon if we just skip all the nuance and get mad they didn't doll smash our favorite characters together.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Wishing it Wasn't" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 8/18: A One Time Thing Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: General Word Count: (1.2K/19.5K) Summary: Season 2 Canon Divergence: When Neal tells Emma he has a fiancée, she claims to have a new boyfriend of her own, and blurts out the first fairytale name she can think of: Captain Hook. Killian agrees to this ruse, but when feelings grow between the two, will the con be more than they can handle? Chapter Summary: In an attempt to further make Neal jealous, Emma kisses Killian, only to find that she actually enjoys it. Tags: season 2, canon divergence, gun violence in later chapters, angst with a happy ending, fake dating, mild character death, mildly anti neal Author's notes: hehehehehe *happy fluff writer noises* >:} Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @pawshapedheart [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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 As Killian closed Emma's car door for her, he sighed a little. She'd drive him back to The Jolly Roger, and then this adventure with her would be over- and with no one watching their fake little love story, it would probably end without so much as a good night kiss. He got into the car, intent on enjoying these next few moments he did have with Emma.

 "A little help, love?" He held out his seat belt buckle to her- not because he needed her help, but because he wanted her fingers to brush against his as she took it from him.

 "I suppose." He could hear the sarcasm in her voice as she said it.

 She leaned over and buckled him in. He studied her face carefully as she did, and then she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his in the dim lighting, and for some reason not darting away.

 He thought he saw something in her eyes, some kind of feeling, like when she looked at him, she didn't just see a pirate- like she saw the man behind it all. It was like she didn't just see Captain Hook, like maybe as well she saw Killian Jones- and no one had seen him as Killian Jones for centuries.

 He was sure she'd break off the eye contact any moment now, that she'd realize her eyes were a window to her soul and board them back up with the rest of her walls to keep him from peeking in.

 Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Neal and Tamara leaving the restaurant, walking past them.

 "How stupid could he have been to lose someone like Swan?" Killian thought. As he looked in her eyes, he almost felt like he'd do anything to keep those eyes in his life- no. That was a ridiculous thought. She would never stoop low enough to stick with a guy like him.

 "They're looking at us, Swan." He whispered.

 "Yeah." She said, "Wanna give them something to look at?"

 "What?"

 She leaned forward a little.

 "So that we don't blow our cover," Emma whispered, "promise not to make a big deal about it if I kiss you?"

 He clung desperately to his wits.

 "It's just for the cover." He thought. "It's just fake, Jones! She doesn't actually like you; keep your head."

 "As long as you don't make a big deal about it either." He raised an eyebrow.

 He took one last look at her as she closed her eyes and leaned forward. He did the same, and her lips gently crashed into his, like waves against the bow of The Jolly Roger, like the clash of two swords sparring, like treasure clinking against itself in a pouch, a beautiful explosion, a signal flare, an omen that he had to remind himself not to enjoy too much.

---

 When Emma finally pulled back from his lips, it wasn't because she didn't enjoy his kiss, but because she was surprised and upset with herself for enjoying it.

 She glanced over at where Neal and Tamara had been standing- they were long gone.

 Killian opened his eyes, and they fixed themselves on hers.

 "Is everything alright, love?" He asked.

 Before he could notice they weren't still being watched, she stole another kiss from him, this time not because anyone was watching, but simply because she wanted to, acting out of impulse for once, while she still could without him thinking it was born out of affection for him- because obviously she didn't have feelings for him- how could she?

 How could she let her guard down for another man? How could she fall for those sky blue eyes and that accent that she couldn't get out of her head? How could she fall for a man so passionate and loyal that he'd spent three hundred years avenging the woman he loved?

 How could she not?

 She was disappointed when he pulled away from her and his view shifted out the front windshield.

 "I'm sure they're not watching anymore." He whispered.

 "Right." She nodded and turned back to the steering wheel, then started the car, noticing out of the corner of her eye that he wasn't looking at her at all, eyes fixed instead at the scenery slowly blurring past them.

---

 Killian's thoughts raced faster than the yellow car, faster than The Jolly Roger with the wind in her favor, faster than the beating of his heart and the thumping of his mind.

 It wasn't that he didn't enjoy Swan's kiss- if he had enjoyed it even just a little less, he would've continued. 

 But no, his shock was that he did enjoy it, that he really enjoyed it, that for that moment as his lips anchored themselves to hers, he felt lighter, felt freer, forgot in that moment about the Crocodile and what he'd taken from him. Her kiss made him forget, even just for a moment, forget all about his quest for revenge. Her kiss gave him instead something he almost remembered having once, some kind of hope.

 That's why he pulled away from her, that hope- because he knew it was false hope, a one sided hope.

 "That kiss meant nothing to her." He thought, watching the world pass by. "Why should it? She doesn't want a pirate. She still cares about Baelfire- about Neal- because if she didn't, why would she go to such extreme measures just to make him jealous?"

 He didn't turn back to look at her, knowing that every moment he spent with her on his mind would only twist hope's accursed dagger in his heart.

 His thoughts and the silence were interrupted by the "radio," which Emma clicked back to the "oldies" station.

 "Girl, you just don't realize what you do to me."

 Killian had never heard another song like it, one whose tune and words said everything on his mind.

 "When you hold me, in your arms so tight, you let me know everything's alright."

 Neither of them spoke or sung a word, but by the next line, Killian thought he heard her humming along.

 "I'm, hooked on a feeling, high on believing, that you're in love with me."

 "Swan," he thought, trying his best to fight off his passions. "For the love of everything, if you don't stop humming along with this song..."

 Sure, he'd taken a bit of a fancy to Swan when he first laid eyes on her, but in the last three hours, he'd somehow fallen harder for her, fallen head over heels for her, and he couldn't shake that voice in the back of his mind, that voice that told him to beg Swan to stop the car somewhere, somewhere he could kiss her again, hold her in his arms this time, not break it off until he was good and ready.

 "Lips as sweet as candy, taste is on my mind. Girl, you got me thirsting for another cup of wine."

 If that wasn't a summary of Killian's thoughts right now, he didn't know what was.

 But still, he looked out the car window, watching the scenery roll by in silence, not even trying to make eye contact in the mirror, knowing that if he succumbed to hope for even a moment, it'd swallow him whole, pull him under, drown him out in bittersweet bliss.

 "Got a bug from you girl, but I don't need no cure. I'll just stay a victim, if I can for sure."

 Killian didn't know what the odds of ever being in a car again were after today, but he knew no ride of his life would ever be more painful than this one.

[itsclydebitches]

I want someone to explain to me how the heck Blake ended up dropped nearby Weiss when she fell with Ruby?? Shouldn't, logically, she be closer to her? Or do we just say "it's fake wonderland, logic no longer exists". Also how did they all find each other but not find Jaune. Not complaining, exactly, that he's not made an appearance just... confused by it. (Would be hilarious if the writers somehow forgot they even dropped him to begin with.)

I think the explanation for that is in the Volume 9 sneak peek we saw a... year ago? A while, anyway. The one where we get the events of the finale from Ruby's PoV. When she falls Blake sorta disappears after Ruby looks away for a moment, then she winds up in the in-between place with the floating orange orbs (which are a strange detail ngl), Neo shows up, they fight, Ruby throws her off, and then Neo just kinda hovers there menacingly until she too fades away. Ruby then wakes up on the beach alone.

So yeah, it's an "explanation" in the sense that the story seems to have gone, "Magical voids mean we can just have everyone wake up wherever we please, rather than tackling the more challenging structure of keeping those who fell together." Honestly, I'd much rather Ruby wake up and forge an actual relationship with Blake + deal with Neo without the rest of her team than, uh, meeting a mouse.

As for Jaune, who knows. More convenient plotting where the team stumble across each other quickly--as in, the first episode or two given the theory that our trailer isn't showing much beyond that--but for inexplicable reasons he remains lost? Does it have to do with the fact that maybe they aren't looking for him if Weiss assumes/hopes he made it to the portal? Or the reigning theory: Jaune is an antagonist of the Volume, changed by Wonderland, and thus is actively avoiding the girls?

Personally, I'm not persuaded by that though, for a couple of reasons. 1. It would require a Wonderland where both space (falling in different places) and time are seriously wonky, given that Jaune fell last, but is presumably warped by Wonderland long before the girls even wake up. I mean, it's possible, especially given our inspiration, but it's way more confusing/messy. 2. If Jaune were the antagonist I would honestly expect them to hint at that in the trailer. Given his popularity across much of the fandom and the writers' own interest in his character, that seems the perfect way to hook a lot of fans after the long hiatus. And 3. The theory revolves around Jaune being the knight which yeah, tracks in an aesthetic sense (sword and shield) but the narration of our presumed antagonist is a woman and the shot from the back that the trailer gave us 100% looks like a woman (as RT would design one)/not like Jaune/I'm pretty sure that's her long hair up in a bun. The theory was more plausible back when the knight/armorer/whoever she is was only wearing a helmet.

Really, I'm not sure what to make of Jaune's lack of screentime in the trailer. Again, it could simply be that they only picked scenes from the first 1-2 episodes, but it feels like we're already struggling with the problem I pointed out all the way back in Volume 8: by having Jaune kill Penny and then fall into the void, RT created a situation where he has to be at the center of the next Volume's emotional journey--you can't just ignore what he did + his presence in Wonderland--but simultaneously, Jaune shouldn't be the focus when this is otherwise a Volume about our title team working through their own doubts. Now, we're seeing that precise push-and-pull in the fandom. Some fans are horrified that he didn't show up. How can you possibly ignore Jaune right now?? Meanwhile, some are relieved that he didn't show up. Good, this wasn't supposed to be your Volume anyway. RT really backed themselves into a corner with this one, imo, because if Jaune's journey gets a lot of focus we'll be right back to, Why is he Mr. Character Development when all four girls are RIGHT THERE, but if they don't do enough we've got more, Love that you introduced these HUGE plot points and then did so little with them. If Volume 9 centers the emotional journey around finding Jaune and comforting him over Penny's death, we've got a problem. If they mostly ignore his actions and focus on the girls, we've got a problem. It's not that RWDE folk are refusing to be happy about what's put up on screen (as I often see the more protective fans claiming), but rather we recognize the mistakes made in the past that are now leading to more issues.

[shivunin]

Hullo! ✨🌺

Hope things are going great for you, beside the slow oil change!

In the meanwhile, for the fic writer ask what about..

1, 2, 23, 65, 75? :3

Honestly? Yesterday I watched a rainstorm start over the mountain near my work. It has barely rained all summer, but the sun came up and painted the mountain red and the rain was grey and soft over the top and I almost cried because I am happy to be alive and watch the rain.

So, aside from the slow oil change, things are going great c: I hope you're doing well also and that your holiday was restful 💗

(Fic-writer ask)

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multichaptered fics?

Both? There are benefits and downsides to each. One shots are quick to write and I (generally) think I do a good job of packing a lot into a smaller word count, but there is a limit to how much ground I can cover in that space. Multi-chapter fics are fun because I can say so much more and work a lot of turmoil into the story, but I have to keep my own attention on just one thing for long enough to finish (which has been harder lately).

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Lol well. Both? I have a general outline of events for longer stories and I feel out the tone and emotional beats as I go. Sometimes I get really into it and have to throw out the outline entirely (this happened in both Wander and Your Fate, actually) because I've found a better resolution. If anything doesn't work, I can always fix it in editing.

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

Actually, on that note: editing is not your enemy! Have fun with it. I took a writing class in college with this professor who adored the process of editing. For one assignment, we had to print out our whole project and line it up vertically somewhere- stuck to a wall or hung on a line. I clipped mine together and pulled each page off as I read it (like one of those old calendars) without touching or changing anything and it gave me a totally different perspective of the process.

Editing is not making something perfect; it's a journey in and of itself, a lovely part of writing because you finally get to see all of your own work together even if it's not quite there yet, and I love it. So, get creative with editing. Transfer it to a new format (that you can't change, preferably) and read it with fresh eyes (you can always make notes on the side if your feel compelled). Or read it aloud or hang it on a laundry line or doodle in the margins.

So in short, my writing advice is: have fun with editing! Editing is your friend!

65. Tell us what you're most looking forward to writing in your current project or a future project?

Ooh. Either Maria deciding to go out in a blaze of glory or Fenris finding out she is gone c: I'm writing it as soon as I get home!

75. What scene in [fanfic name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Hmm well, I'm going to take this generally. I think the scene in Wander when Emma and Cullen are talking in the library after he pulls her unconscious from Darktown. It was hard to decide how much she would tell him about how she's really doing and how much she'd hold back and it went through a lot of iterations before I was happy with it. I wanted it to be clear that they still love each other even though they've both changed so much, but they aren't really ready to trust each other (or themselves) again. It was a tough balance to strike, but I think I got it eventually!

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

Okay, sorry, but apparently I'm back on a Tarlos spiral already 😅.

Are you scared too that they will actually kill off Gabriel, after hearing their last interview? It seems more and more likely, and if it is I really hope they manage to do it justice, though I can't see it right now, what with everything else it's bound to happen. That was my biggest reason for not wanting him to die right now, needing to explore Carlos' feelings without throwing him into a happy wedding right after (even with a time skip, which seems a shortcut to me at the moment), but then again I'm not a writer 🤷‍♀️ and I'm ready to be pleasantly surprised.

Of course it may as well be something else entirely, with the build up we had I'll bawl for Robert too for example, or maybe it will be a mix of different things that will pull our hearts in a lot of different directions. Jim did say there would be a lot of curveballs.

Surviving till Tuesday will be hard.

I've been extra scared for Gabriel since the finale promo. I still struggle to understand how they can possibly go from Gabriel's death to a happy wedding, but I am pretty certain that SOMETHING is happening with Gabriel. I'm hoping that it's something short of death. The promo opens with Carlos asking Gabriel to be his best man, the episode is called Best of Men, and then they showed us glimpses of the wedding that included pretty much every single character EXCEPT Gabriel. Either Gabriel isn't at the wedding or they intentionally avoided showing him to us. We see Owen standing up with TK as his best man. If Gabriel is Carlos' best man, he'd be up there too...but we don't see him. However, we also don't see someone else in Gabriel's place, which makes it seem like they are very intentionally not showing us who is up there with Carlos. There are a few reasons they might do this--I talked about this a little yesterday, but I've thought it through even more now:

(1) Gabriel is dead and someone else is Carlos' best person--Iris, for example. I think Iris is the only other person we don't see in the promo at the wedding. It's possible we don't see her because she's standing up there with Carlos in Gabriel's place and they didn't want to give that away.

(2) Gabriel is alive and well and standing up there with Carlos but something is going to happen to Gabriel before the wedding and they want us to worry about him. Gabriel gets injured and they want us to think he might not make it, so they didn't want to give it away that Gabriel makes it to the wedding.

(3) Gabriel is alive and mostly well and he's at the wedding but something about his appearance is a spoiler. Maybe he has some visible injury or he's in a wheelchair or something, so they avoided showing him.

I really want it to be 2 or even 3. But could it be 1? Yeah, I think it's possible. I've been pretty adamant for a while now that I didn't think Gabriel would be dying, but I left it open to change my mind if I got additional evidence. The finale promo was that evidence for me. HOWEVER, I still don't think it's inevitable. I'm still holding out hope for Gabriel. Mostly I'm trying to prepare myself a little in case it happens. I don't need a repeat of the premiere where I was writing long, rambling posts about why there's no way Carlos could possibly be secretly married to Iris right up until the day the premiere aired! That mindset didn't make it any easier for me to come to terms with the whole secret marriage thing.

Ultimately, if Gabriel does die, it's not going to ruin the episode for me. First of all, it would give Rafa yet another chance to show off his incredible acting skills. Also, I'm comforted by the knowledge that Carlos and Gabriel are going to get a nice moment together when he goes to ask Gabriel to be his best man. Even if the worst happens, they will get a moment of further mending their relationship. I really hope we get Gabriel telling Carlos he's proud of him or something like that, especially if Gabriel is going to die. That's something Carlos needs to hear! As I said, I still really struggle understanding how they could possibly pull this off and make it work...but we don't really know all that much of what's happening in these last two episodes or how much time they're spanning. In the end, all I really care about is that TK and Carlos are getting married. Everything we've heard about the wedding makes me believe wholeheartedly that it's going to be amazing. I think they're going to do it justice. And we're so close!! Only 4 days away now!

[insecateur]

1, 2, and 5 for the ask meme please, my good sir.

thank you!!!

1. Do you have a word-count goal for the upcoming year?

i think hitting my 2022 wordcount would already be pretty cool LOL writing more than 200k~ish... that just seems like so much... i don't know if i can pull that off... but who knows

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc? 

yessssssssssssssssss i already have plans lmao. i'm actually going to try to sign up for one today! so if you're doing ao3 exchanges keep an eye out for meeee

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

it's a toss-up between finishing my writer's month stuff and finishing mutual pining part 3... tbh i have a few wips that are like nearly done that i'd like to get finished, too, at some point. but here's a snippet from what i have of mp3 (ya) so far (putting it under a cut)

"Diantha, I'm sure you know all about Lysandre at this point," he said cheerfully. Lysandre lifted his eyebrows but didn't speak. Instead, he pressed his lips together and then, after a few seconds of hesitation, pinched Augustine's collar between his fingers so he could once again reposition it in a way that he found satisfactory. "Y–yes, of course," Diantha said once she'd regained the ability to speak. Malva, who was still leaning against her chair, snorted. "I was impressed with how easily you could lead a crowd, monsieur. Public speaking of this caliber isn't a skill that's granted to just anyone." "Hmm," Lysandre said. He wasn't smiling openly, but Augustine could tell he was pleased. His fingertips brushed the side of his neck when he finally pulled back, setting his palm flat on the table instead. "I'll admit I have a lot of practice. This is the result of many months of hard work, as you can imagine." "Of course. Professor Sycamore was telling me all about it earlier this evening."  When Lysandre blinked at him, Augustine couldn't hold back from smiling, showing just enough teeth that he knew it would have the intended effect. Lysandre averted his eyes. "Well, I'm delighted to have him on my side. He's been a great help as a fellow man of science, though our fields of expertise are much different, and as a friend." Augustine leaned toward him, painfully aware of how pleased he must have looked. "Our partnership is one of my many prides and joys." "Your partnership," Diantha echoed. She was smiling now but her lips were twitching imperceptibly. "How... unexpected." Lysandre crooked an eyebrow at that. Malva was reclining all the way back in her chair, her arm still laying on Diantha's. Her eyes were unreadable behind the red lenses of her glasses, though her enjoyment of the events unfolding before her was plain and obvious. "I thought my involvement with Professor Sycamore was a matter of public records at this point," Lysandre said, his voice carefully measured. Diantha pursed her lips as if she was fighting back a laugh and Augustine had no doubt that she was. "Of course. I didn't think you two were so... intimate, that's all." As soon as he'd heard the word "intimate," Lysandre straightened himself up like he'd been personally wronged. Augustine put both of his elbows down on the table and laced his fingers together. "Oh," he said, before Lysandre could find the words to phrase whatever it was he was thinking in that big, brilliant head of his, "don't be silly. We're not intimate. We're friends and colleagues." Judging by the way his jaw and shoulders tensed, Lysandre was fighting the urge to snap his head in his direction with all of his might. Diantha's eyebrows raised as she turned to smile at Augustine. "I wasn't trying to imply anything improper," she clarified in her gentlest practiced tone. "I've just rarely seen Monsieur de Lys with friends, that's all." "He has friends in Snowbelle," Malva chimed in. Lysandre made no effort to restrain himself from glaring at her again.

[glorytv]

you are now watching soeuntv.

shin ryujin, twenty4, ciswoman, she/her.  ───  3, 2, 1 — action!  everyone, we’re here at jincheon national training center, and this time i have with me our national tennis team’s very own cha soeun. you might know them for upsetting a crowd favourite and making it into the finals of the miami open at sixteen & winning a grand slam at twenty-one, but if not, don’t worry. they’re here to field all your burning questions. let’s dive right in.

thanks for joining us today. so, tell me… 

how does it feel to have been selected for the national team?

“you should’ve asked me this six years ago, but now, i mean it’s a given, isn’t it?” a haughty smirk plays on her glossy lips, mischief gleaming in her eyes as she speaks, all with the trademark unapologetic confidence that only cha soeun can pull off. “i was called up when i was eighteen. i just won two grand slams last year - the only reason why they wouldn’t call me up if they didn’t want to win a gold medal.” 

what strengths do you believe you bring to the national team?

“too many to name!” she quips, followed by a bright burst of laughter. “i’m only half-kidding. so, i’m definitely bringing my killer drop shot. i’m also easy on the eyes and i’m good entertainment. who wouldn’t want that on the national team?” along with a teasing smile, she sends a wink towards the interview - a signature soeun move that the cameras eat up every single time.

amazing. addressing a sensitive issue now: the rumors on “105fm.” could you shed some light on any concerning rumors you’ve heard about yourself?

almost immediately, her brows furrow and a theatrical roll of eyes follow. doesn’t even need to think before she answers, “they said i fucked my opponent’s boyfriend to win!” she gestures emphatically, an animated motion to accentuate her disbelief and annoyance. “it was really kind of insulting because i could’ve beat her ass in my sleep. why would i need to hook up with her ugly ass boyfriend? yeah, i may have said that to her before the game to rile her up, but that’s just trash talk. i didn’t actually do it.” crosses her arms against her chest, as she spits out the next few words. “what a cunt move. and that’s saying a lot coming from me!” 

… and, i’m sure your supporters want to hear your thoughts.

how do you stay focused on your training amidst the distractions caused by 105fm?

“i’ve faced worse distractions. in fact, some might even say that i’m a bigger distraction than 105fm actually.” she beams at the interviewer, an innocent guise masking her penchant for her irreverent tendencies. “i even almost got banned for it!” 

i see, i see. i’m afraid that’s all the time we have. thank you so much, congratulations, and best of luck to you and your team. to wrap things up, can you give us a quote?

“may god have mercy on my enemies, because i won’t.”

writer info: liv, 21+, she/her, pst