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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year

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⁙ tv taught me how to feel; now real life has no appeal

jjk boys and men as k-drama boyfriend archetypes, ft. yuuji, suguru, megumi, kento, satoru and sukuna.

▸ seperate character x gn! reader headcanons and/or scenarios; 4.3k wc; use of gn! nicknames; fluff [the tooth-rotting, butterfly-inducing kind]; implied smut in case of suguru & sukuna; implied war in case of satoru.

▸ my shoulders are hurting from typing for so long, ow, ow, ow!!!! got the inspiration for this from so many posts floating on my dash and 'for you' page; though i'm pretty sure this kind of post has never been done before. ▸ also, the author [blehhh, that's me!] knows very little to almost nothing on the k-dramas quoted in the link used for reference [this], apart from what info's on the wiki page. so this piece of writing might bear similarities to the original k-drama plot; it might bear differences to it. please don't be mad or upset with me! 🥰 ▸ anyways, the title's from the song 'oh no!' by marina. neither the characters nor the image nor the divider used are mine. [the divider is by @benkeibear.] please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

itadori yuuji as 'the above-average country guy'

[c'mon, are you really surprised?]

the day you leave the city life for the tiny town your grandpa lives in, because your mom loses her job, you think that's exactly when everything good in your life reaches its end.

the school is far and you've got to walk to it; the students are weird and kind of old-fashioned; the town is sooo boring... ugh.

or was, before you meet the grandson of one of your grandpa's old friends. itadori yuuji - or yuuji-kun, as the boy insists you call him.

studying in the same year as you, your new friend acquaintance is nothing less than an angel, a pure beam of sunshine.

from greeting everyone - even you, the titled snob of the school - with a grin so wide, it dimples his cheeks;

to assisting those needing help - be it getting your cat off the tree or sharing the pretty heavy load of notebooks you are originally tasked to carry back to the class [while ignoring your protests the entire duration];

to accompanying you to the school and back home after one off-handed remark of yours of you missing travelling with your friends...

you're more than a little surprised, why's the supposed golden boy of the town being kind and friendly with a grump like you?

however... what's more surprising than his cordial manner with you is... as you spend more time in his company, you find the way you perceive the world changing, bit by bit.

the walk to school is no longer strenuous and dreaded, thanks to yuuji's constant chatter and not-so-funny-as-silly jokes.

your classmates too seem to be more open and welcoming of you, and you find yourself smiling more and more with them and slowly getting involved in many of their shenanigans. [gosh! who the hell ever said village people are boring? they're so freaking fun!]

and guess what? even the town slowly grows brighter in your eyes.

thanks to your best friend [yes, now you accept him as so] showing you so many 'awesome' places in the town!!

the ice cream shop which supposedly sells the best ice cream in the world [the claim isn't really wrong, you guess];

the scariest haunted mansion on the far end of the town [it isn't scary; but you don't tell him that. you act scared just so yuuji'll hold your hand throughout the tour];

the tallest tree in the woods nearby, perched on a branch of which, you can get a clear view of your idyllic little town below and of the tiny twinkling stars above [you fall in love with the spot the second you experience the sheer beauty of the sights from it].

[you reckon, your feelings for your companion too solidify into 'something more' the second you tear your eyes away from the visual feast before, to the boy beside, only to find his gaze not on the scenery but on you, a soft smile in place of his usual boisterous grin — yet you don't say anything.]

[not 'cause you feel insecure or worried, he might not return your affection; but 'cause you realize yuuji does. the look on his face tells you enough... that, and the way he silently asks for permission, shy gaze darting between your eyes and lips – a permission you're all too eager to grant with a nod and a meek smile of your own.]

geto suguru as 'the k-pop star'

attractiveness = 100. singing skills = 100. attitude = 0.

[or, maybe, 10. the group's visual - wtf is his name? oh, yes, sukuna. that guy's getting get a solid zero in this.] [anyways–]

the first time you meet geto is when you're accompanying your elder brother, satoru to the auditions.

you're simply standing there, trying to cheer your brother up before his number is called [he might appear to be unafraid but you know your nii-chan better than that], when a smooth voice interrupts you followed by a sharp angular face appearing with even sharper eyes, glancing at you for a beat before falling on satoru.

that's the first time you meet him and that's the last time you view him in a light which isn't tinted with hatred.

you reckon it begins the evening of the party celebrating satoru's selection into the band. [it isn't a big matter; kind of small, in fact, given it's just you, your brother, your best friend shoko and satoru's new teammates - bubbly haibara, serious nanami, irritating sukuna and fucking bastard geto.]

to be more precise, it begins the moment satoru dozes off after his fifth glass of beer [you wonder, how, being your brother, he is such a lightweight] and sukuna, sensing the sliver of opportunity, starts flirting with you — a situation, annoying, yes, but one you're more than capable of handling — if only not for that long-haired bastard 'new best friend' of your brother.

the said asshole strolls in with a condenscending smirk, saying how one must never go for someone like you, so plain and boring.

now, generally, you don't let other's opinions of you get to yourself, but when it's from a guy you might've got a mild crush on... it's so infuriating, you can really feel your blood boiling within your veins.

and to your greatest chagrin, you find your blood boiling so many more times in the future, you think it's a miracle you haven't turned into a pressure cooker yet.

from an informal get-together to a launch party to an award show, geto never fails to get under your skin. sometimes, it's a concealed smirk; sometimes, a fleeting touch; sometimes, a lilting whisper - and you're left, fuming and flustered.

yet, just like everything good and bad, this hatred of yours towards the leader of your brother's band too reaches an end — yet not the way you might have expected it to be – with an apology [certainly not by you, but to you] and a clinking of two wine glasses.

it reaches an end with the two of you in a dimly-lit corridor, away from the crowd of the party, your hands grabbing on geto's coat lapels for dear life while his hands roam over your back, leaving a scorching feeling in their wake.

a thought rushes to the forefront of your mind and you break the kiss, panting. geto's brows furrow a tad from behind his mussed up hair; silencing the voice calling him cute, you ask, "so what's next? hate sex?"

a bright blush floods into his cheeks, you observe, as he opens his mouth to answer, then falters. "hate sex?" he gapes at you, "why on earth would it be hate sex?"

"'cause you and i hate each other...?" the answer leaves you, less as a statement and more as a question; you watch geto take a second to let it sink in before a chuckle erupts from him. "oh, sweetheart," he croons, placing a warm palm on your cheek, "i don't hate you. i never have. what made you-"

"you once told sukuna i'm plain and boring, and that no one should date me," you cut him off, feeling irritated again. [what the hell? is he gaslighting you??]

a short beat passes, wherein you glare up at him while he simply peers down at you, before a contrite smile flits onto his lips. voice dropping to a mere whisper, he says, "i'm sorry i made you feel that way, but i swear, that wasn't my intention. i was simply lying to get sukuna off your back. i was scared he might get you to fall in love with him, before i ever got a chance. i'm so very sorry."

this time, a long beat passes and ultimately, a loud whoosh of air leaves you.

you don't know whether it's the glimmer of sincerity in his feline eyes or your feelings for him which you've filed away for so long, which prompts you; whatever it is, you find yourself saying, "hmph, okay. that's stupid in a twisted way, but still, okay. however..."

you narrow your eyes at him.

geto blinks back at you, attentive and patient.

you let the anger melt away a bit from your expression. "don't expect me to forgive you after a couple of sorry's. i need a lot more than them to forgive you entirely."

"and a lot more, i promise to give you, oh divine being from above," geto responds with a cheeky smile and a kiss to your knuckles, "starting with some real nice loving tonight."

you beam back at him - not upset but kind of happy, for the very first time in your life, with the flutters in your chest elicited by that your smooth bastard.

fushiguro megumi as 'the supportive co-worker'

[you might've seen a grumpy x sunshine couple; but have you ever seen a grumpy-and-sunshine person? no?? well, continue reading!]

first impression: rude.

the only response the boy gives you, when you greet your cute new co-worker at the coffee shop you just joined, is a nod. no name, no 'welcome', not even a single 'hi'. just. a. small. nod. [huh?]

second impression: quiet.

you strike out your 1st impression of fushiguro megumi [thank god, name tags exist; anyways-] with your 2nd impression of him.

a week or two after you join, yuuta and maki call you into the break room after your shift ends and ask if you can decorate the room, since it's toge's birthday today. they explain they want to help you, but with the sudden rush of the customers, it's nearly impossible to leave the counter.

being the polite person you're, you obviously say yes, without even considering for a beat, just how much you might have to decorate.

and this is where you form your second impression of megumi.

ten minutes might have passed since you started working, before the boy strolls into the room, the ever-present frown on his face, gives the room one long look and joins in decorating, wordlessly.

you're astonished, to say the least; yet you don't breathe a word in return.

some help is better than no help, and if we're being honest here, you're more than a bit pissed at the boy.

thus, this is the way the two of you continue working, silently, and before long, you find your work done, the room prettily decorated.

a smile on your face, you twist – to find megumi hurrying out the room, soon followed by your other two co-workers entering it, confusion etched on their faces.

"megumi didn't leave for his baseball practice yet?" yuuta inquires, gaze darting from the door to you. your brows furrow. "baseball?"

"yeah," maki hums, "the kid's got some important match tomorrow morning, because of which we did not even consider asking him for help. plus, with how reluctant he always is in these matters..."

"the boy always makes an excuse to worm his way out of these parties and stuff," finsihing for her with a chuckle, yuuta throws you a curious look. "did you ask him for help?"

"nope!" comes the instant reply from you. the two colleagues share a knowing smile between them, you observe - however, before you get a second to process it, both of them sling an arm around your shoulders and thanking you for your efforts, drag you to the front of the now-empty coffee shop, where you see nobara and yuuji enter, carrying a large rectangular box.

a call of your name breaks your focus on the bickering duo and you turn to find yuuta smiling down at you. "megumi is actually a sweet boy, deep inside. give him a chance, please."

"more like a sweet coward," maki pipes in from the other side with a grin, "but, yeah, giving him a chance won't hurt you."

at that point of time, you wonder why the fuck your two seniors are blabbering this nonsense to you — yet now...

after weeks during which you silently watch the boy open up to you, first with a smile to you greeting him [you initially don't want to talk to him, but something the other two said leaves a mark and you find yourself treating him the same way you treat others]...

... which slowly grows into a smile and a question on your day, which grows into a smile, a question and lessons for the bumbling newbie you, on the ins-and-outs of working in a café, often paired with a pretty long, refreshing conversation...

... which slowly but steadily furthers beyond the confines of the coffee shop and your shared working hours...

..into now, the present moment, where you find megumi dressed to a tee, a shy smile on his lips and a lovely bouquet of roses in his hands, waiting to take you out on your first date—

yeah, now you realize why they were 'blabbering' to you that day, something you'll always be thankful to yuuta and maki for.

nanami kento as 'the hardworking entrepreneur'

your ken-chan has always been the best in your eyes.

the best in studies, the best in sports, the best neighbour, the best friend to you – one you're desperate to stay in touch with when you shift abroad for your higher studies.

time, however, is unforgiving and despite your wish, the weekly-thrice phone calls and emails dwindle down to weekly-once, then monthly-once, then to customary e-mails on special occasions like birthdays.

so, imagine your surprise [and joy, obviously] when one morning - a good eight years since you left for the states and a good month since you returned home - you open your laptop to find an e-mail from a nanami kento waiting in your inbox, the subject being 'let's meet up? :)'.

meet him, you do – except for the fact your ken-chan is no longer your ken-chan, yet is so much your ken-chan. [confusing, isn't it? you too feel really confused on meeting him after ages.]

the cute boy you knew has grown into a fine man - more than fine, if you're speaking the truth, given the way his facial features are sharper, shoulders broader, voice deeper – but with the same old personality as in high school.

frowning, solemn, no-nonsense – just, this time, your friend isn't discussing the science project but an idea to start a new company.

with him. the two of you. right from scratch.

you reckon you've never said 'yes' faster in your life!

and how can you not actually?

your ken-chan's genius has always awed you... and now that you're getting an opportunity to view it in all its glory, again, after so many years - how on earth can you not agree in an instant?

within a pretty short time [wow, efficient!], your company is set up and good to go; and you begin to witness a... not-really-new but... let's say, a better side of your friend.

kento has always been extremely sincere and hard-working since your school days together; yet now, as you watch him do overtime, day after day after day – inspite of his claimed vehement hatred for it – you realize the intensity of his dedication towards his work.

then, add to that, his communication skills.

utterly flawless.

you've worked with many amazing companies before and you're being unbiased here [no joke] but this man's got some insane skills in communication.

be it securing a deal with the clients or addressing a problem with the employees, there's nothing kento can't handle in perfect poise.

however, what steals the show for you, is neither of these but your ken-chan's golden heart.

the company goes through more than its fair share of troubles – yet, you don't see him, not even once, compromise with any ideals or ethics of his. be it with the clients, or with the employees, or with you - his company's co-founder whom he agrees to give a respectable exit, with a decent pay, when the company is passing a particularly rough patch – he never deviates an inch from his moral code.

needless to say, you deny his request firmly in an instant.

a decision you know you'll always be proud of – not for the fact the company is now one of the largest in the country and making huge profits regularly; it was a given the company will be successful with kento at it's head [the man says you deserve the equal amount of credit as him, but being who you are, you're wont to shush him; anyways-]

– but because you will never have forgiven yourself for abandoning an angel-like person like him in his time of need; something you deem kento never deserves after years of being a wonderful friend to you.

though... now, as you watch him approach you with a tiny smile and two bags of take-out for a late dinner [meetings, ugh]... you can't help but hope he'll become a friend plus someone else to you in the future...

'cause, after all, your ken-chan has always been the best in your eyes.

the best in studies, the best in sports, the best neighbour, the best friend, the best colleague - and the best person ever, you know you can entrust your heart to.

gojo satoru as 'the brave soldier'

[*sigh* where should i even begin...]

the first meeting the two of you have is less than ideal.

it's less of a meeting and more of a crash, to be honest — and i ain't even being metaphorical here.

you're on your morning jog for the day, smiling and listening to the song you're currently obsessed with, when out of thin air, a bicycle appears and comes careening down the slope you're at the base of, right into you — not giving you the time to react, or at the very least, process what the fuck just happened.

the deities above must have been pleased with you that day, you guess, 'cause you're discharged from the hospital with merely a wrist sprain and a few scratches on your arms and legs.

though... you reckon they must have been harbouring a grudge on you too... for if they aren't, why is the cause behind your injury such an annoying, obstinate, dumb manchild, hm?

a sigh leaves you, the umpteenth time in the last hour, as you limp back to your home. the whining from the broken bicycle beside you doesn't stop one bit.

"c'mon, sweetheart-" "don't call me that-" "fine, c'mon, babe-" "ew, don't call me that either-" "ooh, playing hard to get, are-" "fuck off!"

reaching an abrupt stop, you whirl on your feet, face contorted in a furious scowl. the stranger takes a step back from you, shrinking; you know you must school your features a bit, this is a public place for heaven's sake—

utterly uncaring, you begin, "listen, mister. i've been telling you for a good half an hour, from the hospital till now, that i don't wanna go on an apology date with you. it was an accident for fuck's sake," your voice grows louder with wilder hand gestures.

the man keeps staring at you in response, rooted to the spot. you don't even stop to breathe, "just say sorry for it and get on with your goddamn life. why the hell you ain't leaving me alone, man? don't you understand the meaning of 'no'? single word – n, o?"

a long beat passes in silence after your tirade, post which the man recedes, shrugging, with a mumbled apology and nothing more, leaving you confused and a little contrite(??).

whatever!

with time and tide and the woes and worries of your daily life, that odd little encounter slips to the back of your mind before it resurfaces, two years later, while you're posted in a foreign country.

"sweetheart!" the endearment rings through the military camp. the cameraman beside you stifles a shocked gasp; sharing a confused look with him, you send your interviewee a small smile before turning your gaze in search of the source of the noise.

the same white-haired goggles-wearing man from long before rushes tumbling down the dirt track, you watch, appalled, bringing unpleasant flashbacks to your mind, then stops, a good distance from you.

brows a tad pinched, you see him brush his bangs away from his forehead and open his mouth to speak; but another person beats him to it. you twist back to face your interviewee.

geto gives you a harmless grin. "aha! so you're the mystery person gojo here fell in love with, huh?" a series of indignant sputters and coughs sound from behind you, accompanied by giggles from next to you. you seriously consider elbowing yuuji.

the black-haired man, meanwhile, continues with a request, "hey, can you please rethink your decision of not wanting go on a date with him? please- it's just one date," he adds in a hurry when you open your mouth with a glare, his grin falling to a helpless look. you close your mouth, willing your glare to go away and return a neutral expression.

"satoru's my best friend and brother-in-arms but at times, at night especially, when he starts lamenting over how he scared you off... y'know, at those times, i just wanna kill him, frankly speaking," the man pleads guilty.

a sigh escapes you as you cast a glance at gojo, noting the poorly hidden apprehension in his eyes. yet another sigh escapes you-

"of course," yuuji's energetic voice pipes in.

you stamp his foot pretty hard; that idiot, undeterred, proceeds to rattle, "this person here too wouldn't shut up after that incident. on how one should be more polite, more considerate, more tolerant, more forgiving. even going as far as to say that one date would've been fine; it was just a date that, that poor man asked for— isn't it so?"

"really?" gojo's voice wafts over to your ears; you squeeze your eyes shut and open them, cheeks feeling awfully warm.

"yes," you grit out, pinning your alleged admirer down with a glare, which softens when you catch the spark of happiness in his eyes. you decide to relent.

"if the two of us survive this, let's go to that patisserie you were speaking of that day. how does this sound to you?"

said man rewards you a dazzling beam with a thumbs-up. "sounds like the perfect way to waltz into my heart, sweetness."

ryomen sukuna as 'the cold chaebol'

[c'mon, are you really surprised?]

utterly cold, utterly ruthless, utterly a monster – is what one might- nope! one 'will' call sukuna.

and they aren't really wrong, you muse as you watch the man in question talk business with two executives from another company, the latter looking one step away from fainting.

you muffle your expression beneath the guise of a cough, earning you two startled looks and a frown. a polite smile flits onto your lips as a soft apology leaves them, and you return to your silence–

which lasts till the second you step out of the room, accompanying the pair of men and one of them turns to you, sheer terror in his eyes.

"take this," he mumbles, pressing something into your palm; you look down to find it's a business card. forehead creasing into lines, you look back up at him.

the other man sighs. "listen, kid, that man sukuna ain't good news. before anything wrong happens, just quit this job and come to our company. we'll pay you well... okay, maybe not as well as they pay you here, but at the very least, an axe won't be hanging over your neck every minute of your working hours there."

you blink, then press the button to the elevator.

gratitude floods your expression. "thank you. i'll keep your words in mind," you say, bidding them goodbye.

the men give you a smile, then with one last petrified look at the closed doors of the ceo's room, file into the elevator and shut it in an instant, too scared to spend even a millisecond more here than what's required of them.

your secretarial smile burns away into a majestic scowl.

"again?"

you click your tongue, closing the doors you opened behind you and go and plop on the sofa. a sigh sounds from next to you, soon followed by the weight of a heavy head on your shoulder. "what do we do?"

"you're the boss here. you tell me."

sukuna makes a noise of disapproval in his throat before nestling a little closer to you. you open your arms a bit, oddly reminded of an overgrown kitten, then bite back your words. the teasing can be for later.

an annoyed grunt reaches you in response. "as the boss, i'm asking you. c'mon, tell me. what do we do?"

the answer arrives from your end within a fraction of an instant.

"we cut our ties with them, obviously," you say. "anyone who can be so insolent as to think they can steal me away from you can do just almost anything. too bold for my liking," you tsk.

"oh, you don't like someone bold, kitten?" a crimson eye opens at you, mischief shining in its depths. your nose wrinkles in distaste.

you shove him away. "firstly- ew, never call me kitten; secondly- careful, mr. ceo or people might think we're fucking."

a deep chuckle with an 'okay' are the only response sukuna gives you as he drags you close to himself and you let him; letting your thoughts too to drown you in them.

yeah, sukuna is the utterly cold, utterly ruthless, utterly monstrous person everyone makes him to be.

yet, what they overlook is that the man's got a leash, one held by the demure personal assistant always at his side–

the assistant being none other than 'you'.

the fearsome businessman's other half in every sense of the term except the fact the two of you have never shared a bed.

[though... you think... if you decide to listen to uraume's advice to get your shit together and make a move on their master – one whose gaze, you note, has been fixed on your lips for a duration too long now to be decent – you reckon the unfulfilled criterion will be fulfilled way before tomorrow.]

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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A request for Senjuro rengoku, all fluff but maybe just a bit romantic. How would Senjuro react to getting a crush on tengen's (reader) little sister?!?! Feel free to decline and have a nice day/night 😜🥰🙏!!!

Oooh! Senjuro is back? Awwww! So cuteeee! Let’s do this baby, I miss himmm

Rengoku Senjuro

Senjuro is very timid. He isn’t that use to expressing his emotions, with that ruthless father of his and his only emotional support and import gone forever, Senjuro figured he would never truly connect with anybody again after the horrible lost of Kyojuro

However. Senjuro didn’t know another Hashira had a sibling until now. That Hashira is Uzui Tengen, and his cute little sister. She wasn’t a Hashira like him but she knew her way around the sword quite well and she joined Tengen in giving prayers to Kyojuro’s only true family

Senjuro fell hard for her. Dokusha, you. It was like love at first sight, he knew he wanted you as his bride, the mere minute he got to learn about your personality. Flashy and eccentric like Tengen but with a streak of raw compassion and love

Senjuro is managing with his crush but has to keep it to himself. He thinks about it/you 24/7 and it becomes such a hinderance to his everyday life. The best type of hinderance as everytime he is alone with his thoughts, that train drifts into scenarios or images of you

Senjuro always really likes it when you come over to visit him. Being the friendly girl you are, you try cheer him up from his grieving and try encourage him to continue with Kyojuro’s inspirational quotes. Senjuro can’t help but admire your face as you speak, your voice is so pretty too…

Senjuro cooks you personal dishes that he believes you’ll like, everytime he is alerted that you’ll heading over for a hangout visit. He can’t impress you with battle skills but he can woo you over with amazing food. In which you praise each time, those praises stick with him for weeks on end

Senjuro is a darling person, all the way down to his soul. He will never be rude towards you, this fact is elevated with his crush on you. He is so polite and considerate, you are curious if he is trying to make up for something he did. He hopes he doesn’t seem creepy and worries about it sometimes

Senjuro, like Kyojuro, has a cute and harmless habit of gawking lovestruck. He just watches you with love overflowing his gorgeous flame-coloured eyes as he is so proud of himself that you appreciate something he gave to you. You actually like him! He almost can’t believe it but he latches onto it

Senjuro really badly wants to tell you. He has many things holding him back from spilling his intense swelling feelings for you to your face as you sat and chat with Tengen; your potential reaction, the fact it could ruin his close friendship to you and Tengen’s reaction

Won’t deny, Senjuro gets jealous of how much time you dedicate to Tengen but then again. He knows Tengen is definitely not a love rival nor keeping you away, but he wishes you’d give him as much attention as you give your older brother

“Good afternoon, Dokusha! You’re not with Uzui-san today? Well… unless you don’t think it’s good, I’m glad that you’re independent of him. It always good to be able to go out on your own! That’s what Kyojuro use to say at least”

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summercreolefanfictioner · 1 year

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Lol your defending for GabiYui is really on point. I remember some watchers even said 'too bad Gabimaru's heart is stick on his wife, Sagiri is much prettier or hotter' or 'go for it Gabimaru, it's okay to have multiple wives'. Come on, are we now living in an era where a husband being loyal to his wife is something really weird? I need Gabimaru to show his ninjutsu to these people lol.

awww thank you! ofc I will defend GabiYui no matter what since this pair is so close to my heart and has actually inspired me to write better at romance (aside from the other characters from different fandoms I am in) and do my best in life (Nishinoya from Haikyuu is still my main drive but still)

now onto some big points of this ask hehe

re: "Sagiri is prettier than Yui" issue

these two are absolute sisters your honor

I won't deny that sagiri is beautiful like I swear have you seen her and the way she fights back despite men looking down on her and how she swings her sword? plus episode 6 highlighted her being able to balance her emotions, making her gently kill rokurota. ugh perfection. chef's kiss. 1000/10 rating.

but ya know I don't get why people have to be like "Sagiri is way prettier and hotter but too bad Gabi is not in love with her" like what do you mean too bad? like ???? idk if it's just me but does gabimaru have to appreciate her being hot or what? plus ya know gabi is not into the appearance anyways. he even said in the latest episode (which is episode 7 as of this writing) that appearances really don't matter.

plus I don't get why people love comparing yui and sagiri's physical appearance against each other and saying "this girl is prettier" yada yada when they are both best girls with distinct beauty. in fact, there is an interview with Chainsaw Man author Tatsuki Fujimoto about Hell's Paradise author Yuji Kaku where he discussed about drawing female characters. according to Fujimoto-sensei, Kaku-sensei always drew his female characters beautifully in an aesthethic manner and his reason behind this is bcos "all girls are cute regardless so we must always draw them as cute girls" (not exact quote but you get what I mean) that's why Fujimoto-sensei added he has been trying to draw his female characters as cute as possible. so yeah both sagiri and yui are cute and pretty or whatnot. they just exhibit different vibes like sagiri has major main female chara vibes while yui is def softcore cottagecore vibes 🥰🥰🥰

besides, no matter what people say, yui will still be the most beautiful person in gabimaru's eyes. he even said so in both manga and episode 7.

note: he used the word "utsukushii" for the term "beautiful" and in Japanese, using this term means you really find a person so beautiful inside and out that it moves you emotionally so the mere fact gabimaru described yui in this manner despite her telling him that she's ugly is something else 😭🥺💖

re: "it's okay for Gabimaru to take on multiple wives" issue

(THIS ONE WILL CONTAIN MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS AND OTHER CANON EVIDENCES THAT HAVEN'T BEEN TRANSLATED OR MOST PEOPLE HAVE NO HANDS ON DUE TO LIMITED SOURCES)

here's MY NOT SO CONTROVERSIAL TAKE on this one bcos you all know my answer.

it is no doubt that gabimaru can take on multiple wives. after all, gantetsusai mentioned he has multiple wives across japan. plus their time period allows men to marry multiple women so people making this statement knows what they are saying.

HOWEVER!

I actually don't think gabimaru will engage in this sort of thing (see, I told you my opinion on this is not controversial hehe) and here's why.

we all know that osa (aka iwagakure village chief) killed gabimaru's parents and took gabimaru in, even to a point where gabimaru literally lives in the village chief's home like some sort of special treatment.

however, I think one reason gabimaru got special treatment is bcos both of his parents are high-class shinobis (like jonin level) and ofc osa saw his potential that maybe "ah this kid might inherit his parents' ninja skills or something"

plus, osa doesn't have any sons to begin with bcos surprise surprise YUI HAS NEARLY 20 HALF SISTERS with her being the eighth daughter. and accdg to Kaku-sensei, there is a major possibility of yui and gabimaru meeting as children (but alas it is hard to tell since yui has so many sisters). and yes this is all mentioned in Jigokuraku Kaitai Shinsho (pls someone translate this huhu)

so when tsuki (the toasted marshmallow gabimaru that we know) became the 58th gabimaru by killing the 57th gabimaru, he was rewarded for his skills and intellect by marrying yui. but the thing is, it's a common talk among iwagakure ninjas that osa has been looking for a successor and bcos he doesn't have a son, the only choice is to have gabimaru marry into his family (which is common in Japan)

fun fact: gabimaru actually doesn't know why he was married to yui though. he even thought maybe yui has some kind of secret ninjutsu or something. he tried to find out but this boy went home and when yui greeted him with a beaming smile, he was immediately overwhelmed with feelings that he forgot his own agenda 😭😭😭

so what's the point of all this? you see gabimaru has never realized why yui was so adamant abt this sense of normalcy and all that stuff until he finally learned the meaning behind her dream. after all, in iwagakure, when a man is born, he automatically has to be a ninja and a woman has to get pregnant and bear more children that will become ninjas. and if they die during training, then they'll be replaced by another batch of offsprings that will be ninjas or vessels for children.

in short: women in iwagakure are not only beaten, but also treated as baby-making factories (ofc some of them become kunoichis but most of them just become a housewife that takes care of dozen babies). doesn't matter how young or old. as long as you can get pregnant, then you go do your duty for iwagakure. hence why yui loathed this kind of set up and when she voiced out her want for normalcy, she paid the price by having her face scarred.

but what if a girl doesn't get pregnant? ahh then the guy will take another wife, get her pregnant, then process repeat and repeat. it's a cruel cycle that never ends.

in osa's case, it took him like so long before finally accepting his wives cannot give him a son. and in my own opinion, these things can influence gabimaru into not having a harem marriage in the first place. like imagine marrying multiple women just for the sake of a duty.

besides, given how bad he's down for yui, I don't think he would want another woman other than her. like srsly gabimaru has so much respect for her and having a harem marriage would defeat every single thing he and yui are fighting for.

after all, gabimaru hates the idea of women being treated as broodmares. remember, his wife has been "marked" for the same reason. like he really abhors the idea and there are theories of yui being possibly pressured into having children with gabimaru and tbh it all boils down into this canon evidence from the manga.

plus I hate it when people normalize cheating like "gabi might cheat with sagiri" or something like srsly? I thought we were all past NTR and all that stuff? if you are into NTR kinks, there are various media forms that can cater to that and sadly, Hell's Paradise is not the medium for NTR as much as these people want it to be.

that's all for today, folks.

#jigokuraku #hell's paradise #answered asks #admin summer #yamada asaemon sagiri #gabimaru the hollow #sagiri #gabimaru #yui jigokuraku #yui hell's paradise #gabimaru x yui #gabiyui #gabimaru and yui #gabimaru's wife #yuji kaku

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daisychainsandbowties · 3 months

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What was your writing process for the Alien fic? Did you start with "scene where Ava wants to leave, Bea wants her to stay" and backfill events from there? Something more chronological that you then reorganized? Some magical third option? I love your writing style and am deeply curious about it.

so my writing process for most things is kind of like if you built a cathedral by doing the roof first, then like half the belltower and then the pews and then the glossy flagstones and then the paintings on the walls, and then the walls. with Alien AU i wrote maybe 6k of it back when i posted a snippet in May, and i started by writing the line that remains the first line of the fic.

from there i wrote maybe most of the “present-moment” avatrice scenes in one afternoon, which of course are now scattered across the fic. what i tend to do (indulgently, perhaps) is allow myself to meander off into tangents and flashbacks pretty much whenever i want. i can write in a disciplined, linear way, but i find it dull. to me a narrative is like sticking your hand into a drawer and groping around, unearthing matchsticks, dust, old coins and maybe Peter Pan’s lost shadow. i just find that more enriching and i write to entertain myself, so 🥰🥰

i didn’t actually reorganise anything; what i did do was bulk out the chapter so that, like space expanding, that initial 6k avatrice scene ended up far-scattered across the fic, with other scenes dropped in between where i felt they wanted to go. but in terms of how the fic flows the parts i wrote all followed each other from the get-go. to me they naturally follow each other, speak to each other. i tend to scatter a bunch of threads as i write the story and then tangle them all together toward the end, moments speaking to each other across thousands of words. it doesn’t always work out, but when it does it's the best feeling.

i tend to bounce around in a given chapter when i’m writing as i encounter tricky sections or just lose interest in a particular scene for a while, so i let myself work on, say, the scene where Beatrice burns her hand and then immediately jump forward to the scene where Lilith goads Ava into hitting her. that stops me from stagnating just because a turn of phrase is evading me.

i actually wrote the last line in May, but it took me a while to accept that it was the last line. that was a fun lesson from me writing poetry; that sometimes a poem starts after the first stanza and sometimes it ends when you kind of want to keep wringing its neck for meaning, but you have to let it do that and trust that you've said enough to have said something, and let the poem open instead of trying to weld it shut. i feel like sometimes prose should do that too; not try to answer all the questions it raises, leave you a little bit aching for more.

on that note my writing style is very much inspired by how i write poetry. up until last november i’d stopped writing prose pretty much altogether, and i was a lot worse at it than i am now (writing upwards of 300k of gay fanfiction will do that to you apparently) but i still can’t shake the narrative instincts that i get from being video game spec'd for poetry exclusively. there’s a very good quote by Ocean Vuong about fragmentation & linguistics in poetry which i think is a bit of a reflection of how i approach prose:

“I think this manner of breaking towards meaning is how we often live. We don’t live cohesively; we live in fractals, we live in fragments. We don’t live in a plot point. I think poetry is mimetic of that status of being human. We text in utterances. We speak in bursts. We pick up conversations that occurred hours before. Our most meaningful discourse happens in pieces, in broken ways. Our most difficult conversations happen in these ways, like for queer folks, coming out to our parents. And when we apologize, it’s rarely in a complete sentence. For me, fragmentation in language is perhaps the most human moment of our speech. For poetry to be so comfortable with that, to be so capacious with how grammar peters out and how it needs to be resuscitated towards new modes I think is a mimetic of how we’ve always been living. I think there’s a certain honesty in the ability of poetry to consider breaking not as a flaw but as a strategy, a kind of technique.” (read the whole article here it’s really excellent)

i do find the sort of eggshell structure of Alien au – broken, but still recognisable as an egg – to be really satisfying and thematically rewarding, but oddly, as with a poem, i do tend to write it “technically” chronologically, but in fragments of itself sort of rearranged ahead of time. i think a lot about my fics before i write them (though because i am me i do this mostly without noticing that there's any thinking going on) so by the time i get to that point, sitting down and writing, i have largely unbeknownst to myself a very good idea of what i want to say.

#anon #i hope this answers your question!#and sorry it took me so long but this was really very interesting to think about! 🥰#wn alien au

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igotanidea · 2 years

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A conflict of interest: Matt Murdock x reader

Story inspired by @fyeahlitaajpunk:

I need fics where you’re dating Matt Murdock and are best friends with Pug 🥰😫

So there you go. I had so much fun writing this :D

honorary tag goes to @anothersworld

@pinksirensong don't know how you fell about MCU, but I quote you "I want to be tagged in everything", and I keep that words carved in mind :D (let me know if that changed, tho I hope not)

Feedback is always apreciated.

masterlist:

pairing: Matt Murdock x f!reader

word count: 4.908

warnings: all of them - angst, fluff, Matt being himself, Pug being himself, reader being a soft mess

A conflict of interest

- What are you working on? – my best friend, a hell of good lawyer and the greatest supporter of woman’s right I know, Augustin Pugliese, aka Pug plumped down into a couch in my office.

- Same old stuff. Someone has to deal with the boring shit, like contracts and GDPR.

- Oh, we both know you love it.

- I do – I nodded – but wouldn’t mind some superhero stuff from time to time. And speaking of the devil, how is she?

-She?

-Oh, don’t pretend, Pug, you know who I’m talking about - I rolled my eyes at him– Jennifer Walters, the She-hulk. I saw you running into her office with a welcoming basket.

-She’s amazing, YN, I’m telling you. Both as a lawyer and a person. Funny, charming, professional…

-Should I know about something going on? – I grinned tilting my head slightly.

-What…? No, YN! You know me better than that!

- I do and that’s why I feel inclined to ask. You are a charming one, so....

- She would be great addition to the team, that’s all I’m saying. And a good friend…

-Which you have already made, didn’t you? You make perfect good impression and it’s get better in time.

-I did not make a very nice good impression on you, did I? – he smirked and I just smiled while sitting down on the sofa next to him.

- A bit of a scatterbrain at the time, but I wouldn’t call it bad.

I met Pug when we were in law college. After all, this is the place where most future professional contacts are made, but from the very beginning we both knew there would be more to it. The thing was, we couldn’t have been more different. While he was open, warm, always ready to help and was practically an open book, I was more of an reserved introvert with my own world inside and apparently a plan to rule the world in the next 10 years (his words, not mine). Up to college I was rather careful with letting people in, but with Pug… a completely different story. Our first meeting was quite painful since we were living in the opposite rooms and narrow hallways are not helpful when it comes to moving around. So, while we were bringing our things in and out, we bumped into each other, head on.

-Oh, I’m so sorry – he started – are you ok?

-Don’t know. Does that count as an assault?

-I hope not, wouldn’t like you to press charges – he smiled – I’m Pug.

-Pug? That’s a short form, isn’t it?

-Augustus – he looked down slightly embarrassed.

-You’re Italian, then?

-I am. But to anticipate your question I’m not …..

-I wasn’t going to ask anything stereotypical. I hate typecasting. – I rolled my eyes. – So, considering that this bump was partially my fault can we both move on? You are not hurt, are you?

-Nah, I’m fine. I’ll let you go with a warning – he flashed a smile and I smirked – I don’t think you told me your name, miss …..?

-YN. And please, please, no miss. It’s a bit downgrading when a man calls you that.

-Is it? – he hesitated – you know what, you are right, I’m sorry YN. Would you like to have a pizza as some sort of apologies?

-I’m not going to say no. But…

-We’ll share the cost. No worries. I never make the same mistake twice. – he smiled and I reciprocated. We were definitely on a path to being friends.

***

A year later

Ever since the first day we became inseparable. Some of the students were even calling us a couple when they were seeing us at the cafeteria studying and teasing each other or when we were hanging out at the park, my head rested on his shoulder. The case was however very, very different, since Pug had no intention of getting into romantic relationship (though I could not understand why since he was the book definition of a boyfriend material) and when it came to me… Well, I had my eyes somewhere different. To be precise, on a very particular fourth and final year law student with wanton ego, quite a reputation, hell of a brain and a signature smirk. Matt Murdock. Since he was two years older than me I did not have many reasons to talk to him.

-He is trouble you know that. – Pug nudged my side when he saw me drifting off during a lecture.

-The professor? – I asked dumbfounded

-No silly, Murdock.

-How did you…..?

-I know you well enough to understand the reason of your daydreaming during lecture.

-That is not true. I’m completely focused.

-Miss YN – our chitchatting just had to capture the attention of the lecturer – would you mind answering the question I just asked?

-I…. I …. – I stuttered while Pug was desperately trying to hold back his laugh.

-My best student… - the teacher sighed – I must ask you to leave the auditorium and wait outside. I’ll talk to you after the class .

I just stood up there with my mouth open in utter shock, while Pug swiftly gathered all my things and with worried expression handed me the bag.

-I’ll find you later . I’m sorry YN – he whispered when I passed him to get to the door.

Shit! For the first time in my life I was kicked out of the classroom. I would blame Pug, but it wasn’t his fault. Or at least, not fully his fault. Frustrated I plumped onto the window sill.

-Are you ok? – I turned around to see the person who was the reason of my lack of concentration.

-Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?

-You know, I may be blind, but I have a pretty good hearing.

-And…? – I asked flatly as he took a step forward

-And I can tell your heartbeat is a bit too fast, so once again – are you ok?

-Well, I’m healthy if that’s your concern.

-Good to know. You’re YN, right?

-And you are Matt Murdock. – he smirked upon my words.

-So, you’ve heard about me.

- Yes. From all the broken - hearted girls you left behind. Aren’t you a bit too smart to be such a player?

-You think I’m smart?

-I think you have an annoying habit of answering a question with a question.

-Isn’t that a lawyer thing? – he smirked and I groan at his response – may I? – he pointed to a spot next to me and as I allowed he sat down.

-I’ve heard about you YN. You are pretty smart yourself. Winning a moot court, getting a scholarship and an internship at one of the most prestigious law firm in New York. Quite impressive. If you’d like me and my friend Foggy are going out tonight. You may join. Oh, and that friend of yours, Pug, isn’t it? He may join. I hope I’ll ….

-See me? – I smirked

-Hear from you – he smirked back and walked away, a second before Pug came out of the classroom.

- What happened? – my best friend seems confused at my puzzled expression.

-I’m not entirely sure, but I guess we are going out tonight.

***

Two months later

We did in fact went out. And then again and again until it became regular habit. Some times we were hanging out with Foggy and Pug, since netiher Matt nor me wanted to leave one's best friend behind. I was getting back to dorm from a meeting with Matt (since we both decided it was not a date), which left me in unusually good mood and with a lot of thoughts.

-Did you guys kiss?

-Ah! Pug, what the hell!? – my best friend was sitting on a bed in my dorm in complete darkness, a look of curiosity and anticipation on his face.

- Did you?

- What kind of question is that?! What happened to “I support woman’s independence” attitude? Oh, God, who am I kidding? Yes,yes, we did – I blushed and looked down a bit embarassed

-Oh, that’s wonderful – he jumped up and hugged me – but I’m still concerned and sure he is trouble. Either way, I know you can handle anything and if you can’t …

-I know, I know. I can ask you for help. Thank you, Pug, I appreciate it, but I’m genuinely happy.

-And I’m happy for you.

-So, now we need to find a girlfriend for you, my dear friend....

-Since when are you a matchmaker?!

***

Thanks to some magic, I managed to keep up my friendship with Pug and my relationship with Matt. These two were the pillars of my life, literally. Of course, I could never be a damsel in distress and I was handling my shit by myself but at the end of the day it was nice to have someone to talk to. Short before graduating me and Pug got a job at Goodman, Liber, Kurtzberg and Holliway, one of the best and biggest law firm in States. I clearly remember how shaky were my legs when we walked towards the board where the list of admitted were published. Matt was holding my hand and gently rubbing my palm with his thumb to calm me down while Pug was pacing nervously, clutching on my other arm. I was head over heels happy upon noticing that we were both hired. I immediately jumped into Matt’s arms and felt him holding me by my waist close to his chest and his fast beating heart.

- I am so proud of you – he whispered quietly, kissing me gently not having a care in the world who may be watching – I told you, you are a smartass. Congratulations to you to, Pug – he turned his head towards the other man.

-Thanks Murdock, I appreciate it. But… you know, there’s one tiny problem.

-And what is that? – I asked still glued to Matt

-We got a job in Los Angeles branch of GLK&D.

-What? Are you for real? – I yanked myself free and run towards the board to see with my own eyes, unwanted tears falling down. –It’s true – I sobbed as I realized it was more than 40 hours away from Hell’s Kitchen where Matt and Foggy were running their practice. I turned around so that none of them would see my state but they knew. Pug grabbed my hand in reassurance and Matt’s hand sneaked around my waist. With anyone else this would be extremely awkward but not with them.

-We can make it work – Matt whispered kissing my temple – we can do it YN.

-Can we? I don’t have much experience with long – distance relationship, but ….

-I can give you a few examples – Pug smiled – like that one case we worked on when husband was living in Belgium and the wife in England.

- Brown and Novak? – Matt completed and Pug snapped his finger in agreement.

-Or the one when the girl was from Poland and was only a guest in her boyfriend home in Rome. And they made it work .

- Hold on, guys. The Brown and Novak was a divorce case, remember? – I reminded them and their faces immediately dropped – and the second one was in fact about the girl running around the Europe like crazy and only getting tired which led to her mental disorder.

-Well, um… - Pug muttered searching for some conforming words.

-We are not them YN. We can make it work. I promise. You’re not getting away from me, so easily.

-Is that a promise of a lawyer, Murdock?

-Sure as hell it is.

***

-You take care of her there, Pug. If anything happens, I'm coming for you - Matt warned the other man as we were about to check-in to a plane.

-Matt !- I shoved him playfully - behave! It's my best friend you are threatening now, councellor.

-Forgive me your honor - Murdock smirked - I rest my case.

-Good. I would hate to have a quarrel with you now.

-No worries, Murdock. I will watch over her.

-I don't need. ......

-Supervison. We know - they both said in unison.

-Precisely. If anything, I will have to watch your back, Pug.

-It's mutual care taking then. Anyway, I guess I'll see you when you come visit, Murdock - Pug said - I'll give you some space for goodbyes now. - he added while walking towards the check-in.

-Call me when you arrive. The very minute you arrive.- Matt grabbed my waist and whispered into my ear while pulling me close and breahing me in.

-And how will you know the exact minute? - I teased closing my eyes and enjoying his warm embrace.

-Super hearing, remember? - he smirked

-From a different state?

-When it comes to you, I'll find you anywhere - his soft lips finally found mine and we got lost in the moment.

***

Again, thanks to some supernatural powers, we did made it work long distance. Of course there were bad moments, since we weren’t even in the same time zone. The worst thing was probably one time when I came to visit Matt in Hell’s kitchen for a weekend. I was ready for some intimate time with him, since it was a while since, but what I stumbled upon halted all my romantics. When I entered his flat calling his name, I only heard a groan from the couch. Matt was laying there with cuts and bruises all over his chest and abdomen.

-What happened? –I asked sitting on the edge of the sofa and keeping my cold blood. Some practice as a lawyer was infinitely helpful when it came to emotion control.

-I got into a fight. – he mumbled and tried to lift himself up – don’t worry about it. I missed you – he leaned forward and captured my lips with his. For a second I was lost in the feeling I was deprived of for so long. His hands were on my waist trying to hold me closer and I immidiately wanted more but when we moved he gasped in pain again and I pulled off.

-Trying to trick me into backing off from the questions, attorney? Not a chance. You are going to tell me everything. And I mean, everything, Matt. No bullshit.

- YN….

-Mattie – only I was allowed to use this nickname and it always made him soft – please, tell me – my lips were now on his cheek, my nose gently rubbing his skin and he stopped breathing indulging in the feeling, mouth slighly open. I could almost see the wheels turing in his brain.

-And who is trying to charm their way now? Your heart is beating fast, you know – he moved his head slightly so our lips were almost touching . A war of nerves and character.

-It’s still you, Murdock – this time I moved forward still leaving some space between our face. So close yet so far we were.....

-Is it? – he closed the gap without hesitation, ready to take a step further as his hands started roaming my sides and back and that made me shiver.

- You lost – I gathered all my strenth and muttered into the kiss which made him stop – you kissed me first.

- Can you blame me? – he rested his forehead on mine – It’s you who made me lost, that’s truly a winning.

- Now, as a punishment….

- I like where this is going…. - he muttered in a lowered voice.

- Shit, Matt, just shut up for a minute, will you? No more games. As a punishment you are going to explain what happened. Then and only then I may consider taking care of the wounds and maybe some more action.

- Fine. But you are not going to like it.

And that was how I found about Daredevil.

-I'm sorry, you are doing what?!

-YN, please just listen to me - he pleaded trying to touch me.

-Oh, I am listening, very, very carefully. To every single word. Maybe at least one of them would help with making sense to what you are saying. -I sat down out of his reach crossing my arms - go on. Present your case.

-Can you please, stop lawyering and act like a girlfriend this time?

-is that what you really want? - I looked at him - be careful what you wish for, boyfriend.

-On second thought - I don't want your wrath.

-Wrath?! - I scoffed - Matt, I'm deadly worried about you. You should not...

-I know. I know what I'm putting at risk here, but... there are some dangerous people here. I can't stop until everyone is safe.

-And are you?

-Sorry?

-Are you safe, Matt? Because from what I see the only one in danger is you. And what you are putting at risk is my mental health. We talked about it, remember? We promised we won't be like our college cases. So why?

-YN....

-No, Matt. I don't even know what to think now. I need to consult my pillow on this one.

-Please don't go. Stay. I need you.

-I'm not going anywhere, but .... I need to go through it by myself. So just give me space, all right?

He did and therefore nothing happened that night between us. We were just sleeping or probably rather pretending to. There were a lot of thoughts in my mind, but as much as I hated it, I needed him too. Therefore I let him be the big spoon as he held me from behind close to his chest in bed. The warmth radiating from his body and his soft touch like a silent pleading to understand, to forgive him and to stay despite everything. I felt betrayed and lied to, but I also loved this idiot so I had absolutely no idea what to do.

Next morning was a bit awkward for both of us. We feel asleep spooning but woke up in quite different position. My head was on his chest as I embraced him while one of his hand rested on my waist, the other cradling my head as if he was trying to protect me. I knew he was not asleep and he knew the same about me.

-Morning - I muttered planting a single soft kiss on his shoulder.

-Morning YN - he answered caressing my nose with his - how did you sleep?

-I hate you Murdock - I hissed - I hate what you do to me.

-And what is that?

-You make me feel safe and loved. You make me believe I have someone to take care of and someone to trust. You are the reason I feel happy and why I smile even at the worst day. And on the other hand because of you I feel broken and scared. Lonely and exposed. And the worst thing - you make me want to forgive you for everything. For all the lies, for clouding the facts. And I know damn well how much pain this will cause me, but I do forigve you, Mattie - at this point I could not hide my tears that started flowing down my cheeks.

-Yn - he whiped them away with his thumb making me instinctively lean into his touch - I love you - he whispered resting his forehead on mine. And I am sorry.

-Don't you ever hide anything from me, again. Ever, you hear me - I cupped his cheeks and he nodded looking down - Cause if you do, we will be over, you get that?

-Never again - he whispered -now, let me apologise to you properly - he grinned as he pinned me down on the bed and started kissing me.

Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t a fan of the idea of my boyfriend running around Hell’s kitchen dressed up in some crazy costume (even if it was appealing), getting beaten up. Maybe it would be easier if I was there too and not in Los Angeles. On the other side, I was more than sure I could not stop him, so after a conversation, however not many words were used, we came up with some Daredevil "ground rules" which we were both more or less content with. And somehow, we really did made it work for the last two years.

Present day

-Get out of your head, YN, I know you are reminiscing.

-You know what I’m thinking now? - I teased

-When you are not working, there are like three things on your mind.

-Really? You believe me so simple? Go on, tell me what is it then, mentalist.

- Ok – he put a strand of hair behind my ear – it’s either me, since I’m your best friend and you are concerned over my wellbeing – I scoffed at the words and he laughed – the book you’re reading or the story you are currently writing under the desk – I tried to interrupt him but it was futile since he did knew about my efforts in that area – or …. your distant boyfriend, Murdock. I suppose it’s the latter. Am I right?

- You are, however it’s rather difficult to admit it.

- Is everything ok between you two? When was the last time you saw him?

- Three weeks ago in person. He’s … he’s dealing with something – yes daredevil something but it't not like I can say it out loud- but we talked on Skype and we text regularly. It’s hard, Pug, even if from the begging I knew it would be.

- Come here – he motioned me to lay my head on his shoulder and stroked my hair gently– whatever happens, you have me, you know.

- Thank you, Pug. I don’t know what I would do without you.- I closed my eyes, enjoying his presence and we stayed like that for some time.

***

-Are you guys together? – Nicky, Jennifer’s paralegal asked me straight away

- What? Me and Pug? No way! We’re just best friends.

- Mhm, right – she did not seem convinced.

-Nicky, I got a boyfriend.

- in other state I believe – she smirked.

-Yes, in fact. Hell’s kitchen. And why am I even telling you this?

- Because we’re getting to know each other. And because I still don’t believe you.

- Pug, would you mind helping me here?

-I don’t know what you girls are blabbering about but whatever YN says I support it. - he spoke from his office, hearing us thanks to the open door.

- See? – I flashed a smile towards my interlocutor.

- How are you dealing with long-distance relationship then?

- That’s it. I draw the line here, Nicky.

-Oh come on, we were finally getting somewhere.

-I have to go. Jen is probably in dire need of my help with the case.

- With the frog man? I think she has it all under control.

- Mm. nope. I can tell she needs me desperately.

The truth was that me and Jen got pretty attached since her arrival. Unlike Nicky, who I secretly liked but would never admit, she never insisted of retrieving any personal details from me. It was like we had two bigger no-secrets relationship in the office and that was me with Pug and Jen with Nicky and not-so-deep-but-still-friendship amongst everyone else. So when Jen asked me to help her with the frog man case which was essentially some stupid-ass teenager who wanted to be a superhero and had daddy rich enough to enable that, I was more than happy to accept. That was until I realized the other party, the defendant was Luke Jacobson, the designer who made a costume for Ma… aaah, I mean for Daredevil. Perhaps I should have invoked the conflict of interest and refused, but the temptation of getting away from the contracts was too big to deny Jen.

We entered the court and took our places on the bench. Pug and Nicky were sitting right behind us, giving us a thumbs up. They were so similar with their happiness and undying positivity. Eugene Patillo, our client was between us, while Luke was sitting by himself. It was absolutely unprofessional of his lawyer to be late and leave him waiting. Suddenly, as me and Jen started getting impatient, as well as the judge, the door burst open and the attorney came in with an apologizing look on his face.

-I’m here. I’m sorry your honor, I could not find a place to park – the judge was perplexed at his words so he was quick to add - I’m kidding. My driver could not find a place.

Oh shit! Now I definitely have a conflict of interest here! Shit! – I turned around to take a look at Pug who just shook his head, his frown and honestly his whole face asking me if I knew about this which I obviously did not. Matt also sensed something happening – perhaps my surprise gave away some vibe or he felt my scent, I don't know, but he turned his head towards me and smiled. It was a genuine smile, not a smirk and not a half-one, and I looked down trying to hide my feelings which Matt already knew better than I did.

-Who is this asshole? – Jen whispered to herself.

-Hey, easy, Jen – I narrowed eyes at her – he may be a bit overconfident, but he’s not a jerk.

- Do you know him?

-Yeah, well, sort of….

-Is this a problem on personal matter?

- A little – I frowned awkwardly – I’m sorry, Jen, I had no idea.

-Don’t worry. But, in that case let me handle this one, ok?

-Sure. I hate it though. I had a whole speech prepared.... - I whined. I swear, one day Mutt Murdock will become the death of me.

The trial was surprisingly quick, but what else should I expect from Matt, who obviously won. This left me in even more compromising position, since on one hand I was happy for him and on the other I should have taken care of our client’s interest way better and was frustrated to have lost.

-Are you ok? – Pug grabbed me just as we exited the courtroom and the press did not catch us yet asking for a statement – with Murdock sudden appearance?

-I’m just surprised. And confused. I mean, he could have told me he was coming. Not about the client, since you know … confidentiality, but about his visit in LA. But I’m fine. I guess. I have to talk to the press, ok? Wait for me, I’ll need you now.

- She-hulk, YN, what happened there? How was the result of the trial? Did you win? – oh, yes, the press vultures are off the leash. As we were talking to the reporters I had no time or audacity to look toward the other side of the court hall where Matt was being interviewed. There was a lump in my throat and even if I didn’t want to admit it I was worried of the reason behind his silence. So, my instincts, instead of running into his arms was more focused on running away as fast as possible. And I did, as soon as the interview ended. Guess I forgot he was way faster than me. And stronger.

- Counsellor! – he yelled catching me up and grabbing my arm causing me to turn and look at him – I think you forgot something – being chased by a blind man on the street. How crazy is that?

-Really? And what may that be?

- A welcome? – he smirked and leaned forward clearly going in for a kiss.

-Um, no - I put index finger on his lips which made him stop halfway - that is highly unproffestional counsellor. We are on the opposite sides of the barricade after all.

-YN... - Matt whined in frustration

-Besides, welcome would be far better and sweeter if I knew someone were coming to visit my city. Instead I was practically left on radio silence for the last weeks, worried about the … stuff you do - I waved my hand around - and alone.

-I wanted to surprise you – he gently grabbed my chin and caressed my cheek –I’m sorry, sweetheart.

-You sure did surprised me, Matt. – I pouted - Were you even going to come find me or is it just a proffesional matter? Client to represent and then off?

- You know exactly why Luke asked for me, honey. And of course I was going to come to you. How could I not? I have no idea you were representing Eugene. Are you angry? - he took his glasses of and gave me his signature sad, lost cat look.

- Like hell. But I already know how to use that spare energy – I leaned forward and kissed him which he was glad to take, closing his arms around me, pulling me in. Lost in the moment, we completely forgot that we were still in front of the court. And that the reporters were still there. With their cameras and recorders.

- Murdock, as much as wonderful it is to see you – Pug interrupted giving us a shove and getting away from the public eye. Thank god for this man and his reason. – you might want to be more discreet.

- Nice to see you too, Augustin – Matt smirked at the other man.

-So that is her boyfriend?! Damn, girl! – Nicky winked at me, shock and approval mixed on her face.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil netflix #daredevil x y/n #daredevil #daredevil x you #matt murdock imagine #daredevil imagine #matt murdock one shot #daredevil one shot #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel one shot

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🦇 Late Bloomer Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

❓ #QOTD What's your favorite type of flower? ❓ 🦇 After winning the lottery, Opal Devlin puts all her money in a failing flower farm, only to find an angry (albeit gorgeous) Pepper Boden already living there. Though she's unable to find her grandmother's will, Pepper claims she's the rightful owner of Thistle and Bloom Farms. While they agree to cohabitate, Opal and Pepper clash at every turn. Can something softer blossom between these polar opposites, allowing a new dream to take root and grow?

💜 Oh. My. (Sappho.) Goddess. You may think you know Mazey Eddings' writing style, but I assure you, you do not. Many of us read The Plus One and/or Tily in Technicolor last year, but truly, Eddings has far exceeded herself with this one. As a neurodiverse author, Eddings' stories often have some element of neurodiversity / mental health, shining a light on the different ways people's brains work while embracing those differences through beautiful, realistic characters. Opal and Pepper are no different, both on the spectrum yet unique in their behaviors and view of the world. These women are not predictable, pre-programmed components of a story; they are ever-blooming, learning how to plant roots alongside one another, share sunlight, and rise despite being different species. Both plants, growing and adapting to different elements, yet very much the same. While Opal and Pepper have always struggled to fit in with the world around them, they manage to cultivate a safe, healthy garden for one another.

💜 This is one of those overwhelming, layered, awe-inspiring sapphic stories that will tug at your heartstrings long after you read it. Eddings' language leaps off the page, making it a little reminiscent of One Last Stop (be still, my little sapphic heart). I've beyond annotated Late Bloomer, when I'm usually selective about choosing quotes. You don't just see love blossom between these two women; you feel it. It made me smile, laugh, get all messy and misty-eyed. As I said, neither woman is predictable. Opal feels directionless at the story's start, allowing her (fake) best friend and (on/off) ex to step all over her. I expected her to be the wallflower, especially with the BITE we see from Pepper (pun unintended) in her first chapter, but the two balance each other out. When Pepper feels uncertain or anxious, Opal steps forward, bold and unwavering. When Opal begins to crumble, Pepper holds her up. They support each other, never allowing the other to wilt.

💙 Unfortunately, this book relies heavily on miscommunication. Both women are eager to hide their real feelings at the risk of scaring the other. That lack of communication continues until almost the last chapter.

🦇 Recommended for fans of One Last Stop and Imogen, Obviously. Side note: please, please read the author's note. Good goddess.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🌼 Neurodivergency/Autism Spectrum 🌸 Sapphic Romance 🌷 Grief/Healing 🌹 Forced Proximity ⚡ Spicy/First Time 🪻 Cottage Core Vibes 🪻 One Bed ⚡ Touch Her and You Die 🌹 Dual POV 🌷 Miscommunication 🌸 Flower Competition 🌻 Grumpy/Sunshine

🦇 Major thanks to the author @mazeyeddings and publisher for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book. #LateBloomer

💬 Quotes ❝ I’m constantly trying to define myself, to fit nicely and neatly into the boxes and spaces I attempt to occupy. All I’ve ever really wanted to do was belong. Somewhere. Anywhere. ❞ ❝ Slowly, she leans toward me, and my heart pounds so violently in my chest that my head swims. Is she . . . It almost seems like she’s going to press that smile to my mouth. Teach me how it tastes. ❞ ❝ I gave up perfection in any other aspect of my life long ago. It’s simply not possible with a brain like mine. But my art is different; it’s the better version of me, the one I wish people could know me by. ❞ ❝ Ah. There’s the you I missed. ❞ ❝ I used to stress over finding a label that fit me. Lesbian. Bisexual. Pan. Demi . . . I’ve filtered through them all many times over, none ever feeling quite right. Just say queer and move on with your life, Diksha finally told me late one night after what was probably my sixth sexual identity crisis of my early twenties. But what does that mean? I’d wailed, draining more boxed wine into my plastic cup. My brain loves order and labels and concise frameworks to understand things, and not knowing where I fit feels unbearable. It means you’re you, and only you get to decide who you like and when you like them, Tal had said from their chair in the corner. The name of your feelings isn’t anyone’s business but yours. ❞ ❝ But instead, she reaches out to me— opening her hand like a flower unfurling its petals to the sun. I stare at it. The ink stains and calluses and chipped nails and bitten cuticles. For a moment, that hand looks like a second chance. ❞ ❝ Fuck anything and anyone that made you have to survive instead of live. You deserve a life so peaceful it feels deliciously boring. A life filled with flowers and sunny days and people that show you all the time that you’re valued and worthy. You deserve it all.” ❞ ❝ “Her poems spoke softly— as intimately as confessions between lovers—about the terrible, wonderful ache of being in love.” ❞ ❝ Messy and radiant and ours. ❞

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Best Laid Plans

a heart day j. h. s. & birdy something

like real people do ‘verse

pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female OC, her nickname is Birdy. ☺️ She’s the same Birdy from this little thing I wrote back in the fall.

warnings: PG-13 swearings. It’s not hurt/comfort in the physical injury sense, but rather in the mental-emotional sense, and even that is just sorta kinda. Other than that….It’s stupidly soft and sweet?? I think that about covers it???

word count: 1,400ish or thereabouts.

summary: Jake has a sweet and adorable Valentine’s Day date night in mind for he and Birdy. But you know what they say about the best laid plans…

author’s note: I actually wrote this last night, originally for the eyes of a precious friend only….but then it sat lurking in my brain all day today, and I’m most pleased with and proud of it and maybe it’ll bring somebody else a little joy too so….here it is. 🥹🫣💞 It takes place in the same ‘universe’ (which I have dubbed Like Real People Do because it’s my favorite Hozier song and also it because said song feels so perfectly right for them.🥹🥰) as the above-mentioned thing I wrote this past fall, only it’s later on down the line for Jake and Birdy. They’ve done the Best Friends To Lovers Upgrade™️ by now. 😉🤭♥️ It is absolutely my intention to write out their story from the beginning, and I have so much of that story already simmering on the stovetop of my brain it’s silly no seriously please somebody anybody can you come and ask me about it sometime and it would make my whole life to yell happily about it with you but until such time as I have more details plotted out and am actually inspired to actually write it from the beginning: I’m gonna just take what inspiration I get and write these two adorables from wherever on their timeline I feel I wanna in the moment.

bonus material: This song is where the lyrics quoted in the mood board come from, and it’s one I’ve loved for a long time. 💞 It’s also on my in-progress playlist for Jay and Birdy. 🥰

tagging: My Katherine @whisperofsong (it’s her with whom initially shared this last night ☺️) and My Bee @bradshawsbaby and My Sunshine @hangmanbrainrot because….because! 😍🥰♥️♥️‼️ Because I wanna!!! And also because they are unspeakably dear friends to me, who always, always, a l w a y s have the most kind and encouraging words and love and support for my silly wordsmithery. 🥹😘♥️♥️♥️

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Birdy isn’t somebody who needs or desires big, over-extravagant romantic gestures. She’s a gentle, easygoing, sweet, and introverted soul. Her favorite place to be is with Jake, she loves him and time spent in his company is the most she asks, on Valentine’s Day or any day.

Jake understands that. Once upon a time, his ego may have told him it was necessary to do it up big for the woman (if any) he was with on Heart Day, to show up and show off and pull out as many stops as possible because how else was that woman going to know what he’s capable of if he wasn’t advertising the biggest and best possible version of himself at all times. And once upon a time, at that phase in his life, he would’ve believed his ego. But now, he knows better. He’s matured and he’s grown and he’s learned, and Birdy, their friendship and their love has been much of the impetus behind this learning and growth and maturation.

So, come their first Valentine’s Day together, he’s got his sweet little plans and not to shine his own shoes, but he’s pretty damn confident that they’re going to be just what’ll make her happiest. Her favorite tiny, old, hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant miraculously does UberEats, so that’ll be dinner taken care of. He’s going to stop by a florist on his way to her house and pick up a bouquet of white and yellow daisies because he knows there’s no flower she loves more. They’ll eat together and talk, he’ll hold her close and his fingers entwined with hers and kiss her sweet mouth and get to hear her laugh (which is up there near the top on the list of Jake Seresin’s Favorite Sounds, among other notables such as the roar of F/A-18 engines and kickoff at a UT Austin football game) and it’ll be a good night. She’ll be happy and he’ll be happy.

But the US Navy? The US Navy has different plans entirely. Unexpected, surprise plans that brutally and efficiently, through one thing happening, then another, and another, and you guessed it: still more things happening, ruin Jake’s plans for his Valentine’s night with Birdy. Leaves him trudging through her front door abysmally late in the evening, pissed off, exhausted, still clad in his flight suit, and smelling of jet fuel, sweat, and hot, dirty tarmac.

He’s not happy. Today was NOT meant to go this way.

Nonetheless, there’s his lady to greet him; rising to stand from her beloved oversized leather armchair in the living room while he bends to untie and toe off his boots by the welcome mat. Baloo is curled up on his bed next to her chair but he lifts his dark head and thumps his tail a few times, excited and pleased to see Jake.

“Stay, Loo.” Birdy murmurs to the dog and he obeys. Albeit with a soft whine of protest. “I know you wanna, but you can say hi in a second. I get to first.” Jake grins the tiniest grin to himself.

The Navyman straightens fully and the anxious and angry tightness in his chest eases a bit because his best friend in the world is looking at him, seeing him, and her eyes are soft and sparkling and safe and *home*.

“Hey, Flyboy.” her voice is a warm hum.

Jake reaches out for her and she doesn’t resist the way he hauls them together so their chests touch and his arms cage her in. He sighs deeply, in and out. “Hi, Little Bird.”

“How was your day?”

“Kinda shit.”

Birdy reaches up to take Jake’s cheeks in her hands, thumbs sweeping his cheek bones. Her brow is scrunched up, a sympathetic frown playing with her lips. “Yeah?”

He sighs again. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry. Welcome home. I love you.”

Each of the woman’s statements are punctuated, emphasized, by a gentle kiss pressed to a different part of his face; right cheek, left cheek, then finally his mouth.

In tasting her lips, honeyed and soft, the pilot lets his shoulders start to release some of their tension. Neither of them hurry the moment, neither of them want to.

When he must break away for air, Jake rests his forehead to Birdy’s at first. “I love you.”

Those three words feel so right to say to her. They always have, even when it scared the hell out of him to say them. It doesn’t now though.

“Okay, Loo Buddy, you can come and say hi now.” Birdy’s twisting in his arms slightly to call the big black lab over to where they stand. Baloo needs no second invitation. He rises immediately and is by their side in seconds, whole body wriggling with happiness. Jake bends to give him plenty of pets and murmured verbal affection, while keeping one hand gripping Birdy’s hip loosely.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” she tells him, leaning close and kissing the only part of him her mouth can reasonably reach, his shoulder.

When he straightens once more, Jake’s gaze catches on two things on the kitchen table, over the woman in front of him. A paper bag with the UberEats logo on the front, and a bouquet of white and yellow daisies.

His heart sinks.

His face must fall too because Birdy’s sweet smile falters. “What?”

Jake jerks his chin in the direction of the table.

“That’s dinner. From Morelli’s.” she explains.

Of course she ordered that. He’d smirk in satisfaction at how well he knows her but the bitterness of disappointment in himself tastes too strong on his tongue.

“The flowers?”

Birdy grins. “My Daddy sent ‘em.”

She thinks her father’s gesture is cute and funny and sweet but Jake just nods. His green eyes drop from hers. She misses them instantly.

“Hey…Jay…” she squeezes his arms and ducks her head to try and meet his eyeline as it wanders. “What’s up?”

Jake closes his eyes. It’s not like he’s going to cry, hell no, but they still burn a little. He’s just wore out and pissed at his day and he hates that he couldn’t be the one to show Birdy he loves her with dinner and flowers.

“I…” he swallows and makes himself look in her eyes, grasping for that peaceful home feeling of them again. “I was gonna get’ya dinner. And flowers. That’s…that’s *my* job.”

“Your job?” she blinks at him.

He nods in affirmation. “It’s Valentine’s Day, y’know?” He shrugs.

Birdy’s expression melts into one of impossible tenderness, but there’s a steely seriousness lurking underneath. “Jake,” she breathes out. “Look at me, please?” He’d been studying some loose threads in the collar of her shirt, now he obeys her request. “You did your job already. You worked, hard, all day. You flew planes and kicked ass, damn, I mean, you had shit thrown at you that I can’t possibly imagine being able to handle, let alone, y’know, actually handling it. And now,” she cups his cheeks in her hands once again, “here you are, with me. How can I ask for more? Today or any day?” She drops her hands to his shoulders, squeezing them lightly. “You’re enough.” She’s smiling, her beautiful eyes bright and gaze unwavering, but the wrinkle between her brows betrays the depth of the feeling behind her words.

That tightness in his chest Jake had registered earlier, it’s no longer that of frustration or nerves fried to their last ending. Now that taut ache is one of overwhelming fondness, love and gratitude felt for the woman in his arms, on a level unmatched before he met and fell for her.

His wide, warm palms now lift to cradle her face and he moves in to capture her mouth with his own. The kiss is slow, gentle. Words, emotions from the depths of Jake’s heart are poured into it, unspoken, and he relishes being able to trust that she’s hearing them, understanding them.

Even so, Birdy deserves thing spoken out too. “Thank you, Darlin’.” His warm breath sweeps across the skin of her forehead, once they’ve broken apart, as the words leave his throat. Quiet, low, and ever-so-slightly husky.

She leaves one open-mouth kiss on his jaw, gooseflesh rolling over him in its wake. “Always, Seresin. Always.”

…………………………………………….

Jake Seresin knows that saying about the best laid plans of mice and men, and he’s not about to deny that his day today was a prime example of the truth of that saying….but 12 minutes later, when he and Birdy are seated at the table, eating and talking, and some stupid silly thing he says makes her laugh; eyes squeezing shut and her head thrown back…when that glorious, one-of-his-most-favorite-of-all-sounds rings out…….his plans never mattered much anyway. This does though. She does. With her: Happy Valentine’s Day is damn straight

#Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Imagine #Hangman x Reader #Top Gun Maverick Fanfic #I Wrote This #Sometimes I Art #💗Like Real People Do💗#*sets this down gingerly*#*rocks awkwardly back and forth on the balls of my feet for a second*#You like?? I hope so!! ‘Cause I like. 🫣🥹🫣#♥️💗💞😘‼️

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 24 days

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Helloooo! I'm sorry that your inspiration well has dried up, but writing something so long must be draining! Anyway it's a marathon not a sprint! Tbh I discovered your blog when you had written 5-6 chapters, and by then I thought that the fact that they were not in chronological order was a conscious choice on your part? Only after I discovered it was a "happy accident" lol.

Anywayyyy the most iconic line of the series must be "I'm your kitty no? So pet me" (I don't remember the exact wording but I am on mobile and I cannot open another tab to check). Also "don't take her on the couch or Jin will kill you" had me chuckle more than I would like to admit ahahah. (I cannot even think about the NJ you write, or I'll drip in a puddle right now).

Plus I'll add that your characterization of Taehyung has me weak in my knees 😩😩 and he isn't even my bias!

Furthermore I'll admit you were the only person in the word that was able to get me to read an hybrids fic, I was so thirsty for more CEO stuff that I caved 😂 and tbh I loved your take on it

Btw if you don't like writing something, please don't push yourself, move to stuff you enjoy more! And I say it as someone who's the n1 fan of the CEO fic ahaha

I cannot read yandere fic because I really don't vibe with the concept, but still I am excited when a notification with your name popps up because I like reading your answers to people, and just what you write in general! All the best my darling! 🐼

Oh lovely 🐼 anon, honestly I love the stories and I want to write them but I’m just knackered 🤣😭💀 I have almost finished this chapter though 💪🏽 and I cannot wait to hear what you think

I never write anything in order 🤣 I love the fact it’s not chronological which is odd for me because I can’t read stories that are like that

THE LINES YOU QUOTED ARE FROM MY FAVOURITE CHAPTER! I think it’s called appraisal and oof it was a funny chapter but I loved writing it

I am so honoured that you read the hybrid version of them 💜🥺 honestly that’s a big win for me 🥰

And honestly each to their own, not everyone likes yandere fics not everyone likes fluff or angst or certain tropes, if we were all the same life would be boring and it’s why I have so many stories on the run atm 💜

#ask me things #ceo au ask #🐼 anon

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claudiajcregg · 2 months

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🕊🐤&🦩?

🥰🥰🥰🥰

Thank you for asking, friend! I'm sorry it took me about a week to actually answer. I forgot about it, then was too anxious about things to do it, and now I'm in the dumps. So going through my writing and trying to pick things, when I'm famously critical of it on a day I don't need that… was fun.

wip game of birds here

(this got long, so I'm putting it under a cut 😬 )

🕊️ a sweet quote (something sweet, fluffy! maybe it's cute or funny banter! or sappy wedding vows!)

Oh boy, I have a bunch of those, but I couldn't pick one. So I went with one in most need of editing. (This one was posted on tumblr over a year ago, IIRC.)

She gladly settled her head on his chest as Danny wrapped both arms around her, hugging her close. For so long, she had been chasing this kind of exquisite peace that being with him brought her. Perhaps she hadn’t really known what it truly felt like then, but she couldn’t imagine not having it there now. The sun would soon bathe the entire room in gold and barge in into their sleepy bliss. But until then, she was more than happy to lay in his arms and thank her lucky stars she had chosen to jump with him into the unknown. It might have been scary at first, but she knew she had made the right choice for herself after so many years of putting others first. And she wasn’t going to let it go.

🐤 a mystery quote (take out the context, even censor the names if you want! let 'em guess!)

His heart was in the right place, even if she didn’t fully agree with it, and he was a smart guy who needed to be more careful. There were plenty of reporters out there who would be tipped off, or worse, somehow stumble upon this scandal waiting to break. It was unfair that, in the wrong hands, this news could tarnish a much-needed good news day. If there was anything this town of vultures loved, it was a fall from grace they could feast on.

🦩dealer's choice (choose any quote at all! or the summary / ao3 tags thing! whatever! wild card!)

This is not the best thing, but I was looking for other quotes (there was a good fluffy candidate before this), but this made me laugh.

“Daniel James Concannon…” “C.J., you know perfectly well my middle name is Patrick.” “I know that,” she confirmed, “Daniel Patrick. Very Irish combination. Fits you.” “My knee’s starting to hurt,” he whined humorously. “Is this the time to tease me about my name?”

The WIPs these came from are: a Jan 22 ficlet inspired by a dino comic, the "5 to 6 am me time" I want to edit and add more to soon, and a silly fail of a proposal that I don't think would've happened, but the idea amused me. (I also considered bits from the Haunted by the notion sequel, but the ficlet is just tooth-rooting fluff.)

Thank you again! 💕

#unseenacademic #asks #wip game of birds #fanfiction

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10,18,19 for the AM ask game?🥰 Sorry I'm so late to the party😁

10) what's your favourite alex hair era? feel free to share photo examples!

Her... 😍💖

EYCTE Alex is a very close second though, and I'll always have a soft spot for Goatee Boy as well 🥰

18) if you could ask each member of the band something and have them answer honestly, what questions would you ask them?

I wouldn't ask Jamie anything, I'd just thank him profusely for encouraging Alex when he tentatively showed him the TBHC demos, coming up with the 'moon's sideboob' line and being the musical inspiration for Sculptures of Anything Goes. Truly the MVP of this band.

I'd ask Alex when his Tranquility Base Hotel And Casino short story collection is coming out and try not to cry when the answer is 'never' 🙃 In all honesty I probably wouldn't ask him anything, I'd just thank him for unleashing TBHC and The Car into the world and urge him to keep doing what he's doing because his writing and composition is just getting better and better as he gets older.

I'd ask Nick if the rumour about the lads keeping him locked in a basement is true and enjoy the look of sheer confusion I get in response.

I'd ask Matt to divulge his sweetest childhood memories about growing up with the other lads because I feel like he'd have the best stories to tell 💖

19) what’s your favourite quote said by someone in the band? feel free to share a link/clip!

"Someone call 999, Richard Hawley's been robbed!" lives in my mind rent-free (mostly thanks to Richard looking at the Baby Monkeys like a proud uncle afterwards) and there's obviously iconic moments like Jamie's "don't be a crackwhore" but my favourite quote might be the one where Alex (I think?) says that even if he had brothers, he doubts he'd feel as close to them as he does to his bandmates. I've been trying to hunt down that exact quote for ages and can't find it for the life of me, but this one from Matt captures the same vibe:

"We rarely argue with each other, and because we grew up together our personalities aren’t that different. We’re quite similar, maybe a little bit too much. We’re like an old married couple. All four of us.”

Thank you! 🥰😘💖

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So I noticed on your wife’s blog that she mentioned that you also associate Taylor Swift songs with Charles and Camilla so I was wondering which ones you thought are most like them??

Thanks so much for this wonderful and inspiring question! In fact, I think that quite a lot of Taylor songs could actually be written for / about Their Majesties (they most certainly aren't but I think they "pitch perfect"). A couple of months ago, I started a little something I haven't posted anywhere yet but I'm happy to share it here (and please do let me know what you think! 🥰)

Charles & Camilla's love story in quotes from Taylor Swift songs...

"We were both young when I first saw youI close my eyes and the flashback startsI'm standin' there..."

~ Love Story (obviously 🥰)

"And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us. He's in the club doing, I don't know what"

~ Gorgeous (Camilla about Andrew... I mean he IS older then them 😅 and I'm afraid the second part was just like that as well...)

"Walked in expecting you'd be late

But you got here early and you stand and wave

I walk to you

You pull my chair out and help me in

And you don't know how nice that is

But I do

And you throw your head back laughing

Like a little kid

I think it's strange that you think I'm funny, 'cause

He never did

I've been spending the last eight months

Thinking all love ever does

Is break and burn, and end

But on a Wednesday in a cafe

I watched it begin again"

~ Begin Again (because Charles treated her so much better than A. and sadly she hadn't only spent eight months but in fact five years with him at that point 👀)

"And I don't know why

But with you I'd dance in a storm

In my best dress

Fearless"

~ Fearless (for when Camilla found herself in love with the Prince of Wales... )

"But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for

And you and I fell like an early spring snow

But reality crept in, you said we're too different"

~ I bet you think about me (for when they split (?) in December 1972 and Charles left to join the Navy... I do indeed bet they thought about each other all the time... 🥺)

"It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright

I go back to December all the time"

~ Back to December (for when Camilla realised that A. wasn't going to change even after their wedding and she might or might not have started to regret going back to him after Charles joined the Navy in December (!!!) of the previous year 💔

"It's nice to have a friend..."

~ obviously 🤭 (for the time they rekindled their friendship after she had married A.)

"And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite"

~ Cardigan (because he still managed to make her happy and feel good about herself while A. still treated her... well, the way the did...)

"And when we've had our very last kiss

My last request is

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams"

~ Wildest dreams (before he married his first wife 😭)

"She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen

But I know you wish it was me

You wish it was me

Don't you?

Don't say yes, run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait, or say a single vow

You need to hear me out

And they said, "Speak Now""

~ Speak Now (if only I could go on a time traveller and do exactly that on a certain day in July '81)

"You've got a smile that can light up this whole town

I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down..."

~ You belong with me (... 😔)

"She said "James, get in, let's drive"

Those days turned into nights

Slept next to her, but

I dreamt of you all summer long"

~ Betty (for when he realised he still loved her 😭)

"'Cause there we are again when I loved you so

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well"

~ All too well (for when they finally got back together ❤️)

"Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

What started in beautiful rooms

Ends with meetings in parking lots"

~ Illicit affairs (for obvious reasons, around the late 80s/ early 90s

"Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it

My love

They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

Baby, I know places we won't be found and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

'Cause I, I know places we can hide"

~ I know places (for back when they could only meet at "safe houses" from a handful of friends 🥺)

"And your secrets end up splashed on the news front page [...]

Another name goes up in lights

You wonder if you'll make it out alive"

~ The Lucky One (for 1993... 😭💔)

"My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gunfight

They took the crown, but it's alright

All the liars are calling me one

Nobody's heard from me for months"

~ Call it what you want (for when Camilla more or less had to go into "lockdown" following the "revelations" 😔 Glad they did NOT take the crown, though)

"I've been under scrutiny

You handle it beautifully

All this shit is new to me

I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me

Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze"

~ Lavender Haze (for the mid-90s)

"'Cause baby, I could build a castle

Out of all the bricks they threw at me

And every day is like a battle

But every night with us is like a dream"

~ New romantics (mid-/late 90s)

"Seems like there's always someone who disapproves

They'll judge it like they know about me and you

And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do

The jury's out, but my choice is you

So don't you worry your pretty, little mind

People throw rocks at things that shine

And life makes love look hard

The stakes are high, the water's rough

But this love is ours"

~ Ours (for when they finally "went public" from 1999 onwards 🥰❤️

"Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

I keep waiting for you, but you never come

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, "Marry me, Juliet

You'll never have to be alone

I love you and that's all I really know

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

~ Love Story, for when he finally asked her and she agreed 😍😍😍😭

"But in your life you'll do things

Greater than dating the boy on the football team

But I didn't know it at fifteen"

~ Fifteen (because I think our darling girl really had no idea that she was going to do MUCH greater things in her life than dating/marrying a certain Cavalry Officer even at 25... and probably not even at 57, when she finally married her Prince 🤭)

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight"

~ Daylight (because she was finally married to the love of her life and slowly but surely began to discover her potential and became more and more confident in her role 🥰)

"Stick with me, I'm your Queen."

~ London Boy (for when destiny fulfilled itself and she did become his Queen... 🥺😭)

"Long live the walls

We crashed through

How the kingdom lights shined

Just for me and you

I was screaming long live

All the magic we made

And bring on all the pretenders

One day we will be remembered"

~ Long Live (because the kingdom lights will shine for them on May 6th 😍😍😍)

#queen camilla #king charles iii #coronation #taylor swift