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aashi-heartfilia · 5 months

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The hypocrisy of Jinshi and MaoMao

*light novel spoilers*

I just love how hypocritical MaoMao's nature is. She yells at Jinshi for being a 'Masochist' and yet we see that she's no different. Now, by definition Masochist is a person who drives sexual gratification from their own pain and humiliation, plus it relates to Jinshi's tendency to do self harm (like burning his skin with a brand)

And what is MaoMao's most favourite thing in this world?

POISON

She literally takes pleasure in consuming it and no one can convince me otherwise. Plus she uses dangerous plants and animals and snakes whatnot in the name of her so-called experiments. Her dad may call her a 'mad Scientist' but that is a direct indication of self harm.

And she calls Jinshi a Masochist.

I mean, think about it! The amount of anxiety she gives to Jinshi! She came prepared with a vomit inducing medicine but even she had no idea whether it would work or not. She was just hoping it would work in the salt chapter.

And the same goes for her hand, on which she has conducted countless experiments. One flower even burned her skin and its marks never left her skin. She said it was all for her hobby. What kind of weird hobby is that? Maybe, our little adorable mad scientist is just like that.

One brands his own skin, while the other takes heavenly pleasure in consuming poison.

So my point is, Jinshi and MaoMao are not that different as one might think they are and that's why their dynamic works so well.

Let's look at the excerpts from volume 5:

She didn’t know how long they sat that way. All she knew was that Jinshi was looking down at her with a faintly triumphant expression, as if he saw that the breath had reached every corner of her body now. He wiped away the tears that had sprung to her eyes as she struggled to breathe. It was then that Maomao felt a flash of intense anger. “I said that if you were going to kill me, you should do it with poison,” she told him. “I refuse to let you poison yourself,” Jinshi said, his fingers tracing her lips. “You can’t pretend you didn’t know that you were one of the candidates. As much as I’m sure you’d like to.” He wasn’t done, either: “Who was that man, anyway? I’m sure you’re not a dancer.” So he had been watching them! “I was just paying for my drink,” Maomao said. “It didn’t cost much.” She tried to look away, but with his hand on her head, she really couldn’t.

Jinshi just choked her and yet he refuses to let MaoMao poison herself. A lot of people misinterpret this scene, and don't like it all that much, saying it was just fanservice stuff but this is how I see it: Jinshi wasn't trying to kill MaoMao, he was just trying to make MaoMao submit to him for once (even if the way he did it was very wrong, but guess he's kinky like that). MaoMao is actively trying to harm herself and Jinshi loves MaoMao a lot, he cannot just let her kill herself.

It was more about him trying to exert his dominance in their weirdish - complicated relationship and that also backfires on him as we see in the next volume that MaoMao escapes Jinshi's grasps using Pairin's techniques.

And then they both continue to avoid each other in the entire next volume! Because they both realised that they have crossed boundaries.

They both are hypocrites.

And they both refuse to accept their feelings.

In one of the later volumes, she gives Jinshi a piece of her mind on how he should tell her everything clearly, unequivocally, what he feels, and he literally declares that "he will make her his wife", which is nice and all but look at the wording MaoMao used here....

Excerpts from LN Vol 7, chapter 19 called "A man and a woman play the game"

"You’re forever telling me I need to use my words, Master Jinshi, but are you in any position to criticize? Everything you say to me, everything you do, it’s like it’s calculated to save you from ever having to actually say what you mean! To make me figure it all out! You know, you remind me of someone. You act exactly like a man who used to come by our brothel all the time. He was in love with one of the girls, but he would never just come out and say it. He thought it should be obvious from the way he acted. He was so sure he had a good thing going with this woman that he never sent her so much as a letter. I remember how forlorn he looked when someone else swooped in and snatched her away! He kept coming to the brothel after that—to get drunk and whine to the ladies. Well, in my opinion, he could have avoided all that heartbreak if he’d told the woman how he felt. Clearly, unequivocally, so that she knew where they stood. It was the least he could have done!”

Everything came out in a torrent. She felt like she’d said it all in one breath. It was strange, she thought, to hear so many words come out of her own mouth. She was mystified. Jinshi was no less startled, but the shock soon left his face, replaced by something else. He got up off the bed and stared down at Maomao.

Shit. Now I’ve done it. She’d given him a piece of her mind, and he was about to give her one back.

“So I should be clear, should I? Unequivocal? I should say what I mean? If I did, would you actually listen to me? Is that what you’re telling me? I’m going to hold you to that! Right this minute. I’ll say it all. Don’t plug your ears—listen to me!” He grabbed her hands as she was in the process of trying to put her fingers in her ears. He took a breath. He was looking at Maomao, but somehow he seemed almost embarrassed. Finally he managed, “Now listen to me, y—I mean, Maomao! Listen close! I am going to make you my wife!”

It's one heck of a chapter and I suggest you give it a go! The title of the chapter says "A man and a woman play the game" as if to emphasize the very fact that both Jinshi and MaoMao are playing the game.

Jinshi has never confessed his true feelings before this chapter and only implied that he wanted to make MaoMao his wife.

The implications were heavy though on Jinshi's part, and as smart as MaoMao is, anyone would have guessed that MaoMao was one of the candidates for Jinshi's consort. Even the clothes she received (the ones she wore to the banquet) were also provided by Jinshi along with the hairpin. It is never stated outright but seeing as the hairpin was from Jinshi, the clothes are also implied to be the same.

More or less she's always deliberately ignoring the possibility of having anything to do with him, that is more than professional. Some may call it denial, I call it dense. Maybe, to some extent, she herself is not aware of her feelings because she never lets herself feel anything.

Even Suiren pointed it out pretty early in the manga, that maybe it's MaoMao's way of being reserved. We need to keep in mind that MaoMao is an unreliable narrator and it's more of what she does, rather than what she says that makes a difference.

Even in the chapter that I have quoted above, she had every reason to leave Jinshi, she wasn't working for him after all. But she stayed to make tea for him, even after the fact that she had a long day too. She was almost just as exhausted as Jinshi and yet she was there preparing medicinal tea, so that he could get a better sleep.

Maybe she herself is yet to realise just how deep her feelings run. Till vol 12 she seems to have accepted them, but she still is yet to acknowledge their depth. Maybe it's because of her childhood.

It's not a traumatic backstory but MaoMao had a sad childhood nonetheless....

She was raised by her grand uncle and her real father was eccentric, who scared her. Her mother must also appear to be kind of demonic to her, since she was desperate enough to cut MaoMao's Pinky finger and send it to Lahan. So it's safe to say that MaoMao never received proper parental affection. And adding to the fact that, a brothel is not exactly an ideal place for raising a child.... especially when the birth of MaoMao was the one thing that brought the brothel to its knees...even if being born wasn't her choice.

Plus MaoMao stated it herself that when she was a baby, no one would come to sooth her until their work was finished, implying that even if MaoMao and her brothel sisters are close, they are not that close. A mother's love is different and she never received it. No one can love you more than your mother and MaoMao was deprived of that. She soon realised that no one was coming. Life is hard and she has no choice but to face it!

So, she got interested in poison.

Maybe she doesn't love herself or her life as much as she says / pretends she does. She's always like "yeah, I would very much like my head to be with my body" and "if I stay low profile maybe I can survive here" etc but maybe deep down that's not the case. Maybe that's why she loves poison so much. The implications are crazy.

And to break MaoMao's shell, Jinshi has no choice but to be a bit more forceful at times? At least that's how I interpret that choking scene. Jinshi was angry at MaoMao because she deliberately suggested him to marry consort Rishu and danced with Rikuson.

Even if Jinshi never said it outright, he was giving hints the entire time.

But well the tables turned and MaoMao topped him instead, lol (vol 7) and later we even see that our little stray cat has accepted Jinshi and she's ready to be in a relationship with him (vol 12).

Plus she is intrigued by the process of birth (she wants to eat her baby's placenta, it's kind of uggghhh.... but anyways, that MaoMao we're talking about, she's just weird that way)

Maybe not after too long she'll realise that if she has to give birth, she can only have it with Jinshi and no one else.

~Sunshine

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maomao9jinshi · 16 days

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APOTHECARY DIARIES LIGHT NOVEL3 / Chapter 1"BOOKS "]MANGA

Lol Misunderstanding Jinshi as a eunuch who has an interest in sex is hilarious

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tsukana · 2 months

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jinshi stop being babygirl challenge

#tsu liveblogs #knh ln #knh lb #kusuriya no hitorigoto spoilers #kusuriya no hitorigoto #knh vol9 #u know. i wonder how wideused the fandom actually uses knh over the full name. or tad w/the eng name etc

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puppytoast · 3 months

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people I follow, put more apothecary diaries on my dashboard go go go I am casting a spell for maomao

#puppy poops #Im scared to follow apodiaries folks cuz I have only read the manga and fear spoilers from the LN #at the rate the manga updates I may just need to go read the LN tho...#I find it very funny TAD is like real high up in popularity charts right now and I see way more dungeon meshi #which is fine I also adore dungeon meshi I'm so thrilled the anime is great so far #but im also v normal about maomao because she is just my silly foxgirl

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jamminvroomvroom · 2 months

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ruined.

LN x fem!reader - 4k celebration

based on this request!

in which, why wouldn’t they fall in love?

back with another celebration request! thank u anon, love this one sm! so tempted to make something longer form outta this one omg... lemme know what you think of this, hugs hugs hugs

i had to reupload this! sorry if you already interacted :(

songs to set the mood: let’s fall in love for the night by finneas, you are in love by taylor swift, sofia by clairo, till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas

warnings: 18+!! minors go away dni!! smut, fluff, swearing, alcohol consumption, voyeurism? kinda? friends to lovers, mutual pining

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“i bring gifts!” you call out, throwing the keys on the side. you shuffle your feet against the doormat, awkwardly balancing the bottle of wine you hold in one hand and the box of pizza in the other. it doesn’t help that you feel like the michelin man, bundled up in a jacket and a scarf. you kick off your boots, leaving them haphazardly in the hallway.

“in the kitchen.” lando shouts back, and you trudge towards the sound of his voice, sliding around in your fluffy socks.

“i hate all of those stupid little cars that everyone in monaco seems to drive.” you tut, sliding the pizza box across the counter, the bottle of wine clinking against the granite.

“even my jolly?” lando pouts. he’s waiting with two wine glasses, even though you’ll drink most of the merlot while he scrunches his nose up in distaste, but this is routine, standard procedure.

“i do miss the jolly, to be fair.” you give him that much, grinning playfully.

five minutes later, your coat and scarf are long forgotten, slung over one of the high chairs that line his breakfast bar. you’re in the living room, sprawled on one end of the couch, him on the other. your feet rest in his lap and the pizza box rests across your knees. some series you’ve been trying to watch for weeks is playing on netflix, but you aren’t really paying much attention.

“so, you’re telling me,” you pause to take another bite of pizza, swallowing between giggles, “you’re telling me that you heard oscar through the wall?” you choke.

“yeah, i’m telling you! little oscar is definitely not… little, from what i heard.” he cackles. “and then afterwards, bless them, they were all dishevelled and he would not make eye contact with me.” lando explains, both of you a mess of giggles.

“oscar piastri, what a minx.” you shake your head in disbelief.

“as if that’s what i needed, by the way! the dry spell was not helped by whatever him and lily were getting at.”

“dry spell? you? don’t lie to me, norris.” you kick him gently.

“what? i’m serious! start of the season has been so busy, haven’t had time to… get busy.” he wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes.

“welcome to my world, you prick.” you tease, kicking him again. you catch his ribs as you do, knowing full well you’ve hit the prime tickle spot.

“what’s your excuse?”

“excuse you, i’m a busy gal! we can’t all be famous jet-setting f1 drivers.” you feign offence, and he grins toothily.

“i meant,” he starts, speaking slowly as if you’re stupid, and for a third time, you kick him, a tad harder than the last two times. “you’re a catch, how are you not getting laid?”

you pray he can’t see the way you’ve gone pink.

truthfully, he’s the damn reason. how can any man live up to the one and only lando norris? how can anyone compare to your best friend? world famous, beautiful, down right hilarious, beautiful!

lando’s the guy that picks up the pieces every time some loser breaks your heart. he’s the guy who’s key you keep on your overflowing keychain, the guy who buys duplicates of the skincare products you use, so you can keep them at his place - you still laugh every time you remember the first time he tried to pronounce salicylic acid. he’s basically your guy, but after 10 years of friendship, you’re not willing to tell him that.

“just… not.” you shrug, tucking your hair behind your ear. he hums in response, sounds like he doesn’t believe you, but he drops it.

you sink three glasses of red, the pizza box is on the floor, and your eyes are drooping, heavy.

“bedtime for you, methinks.” lando whispers, gently shifting your feet from his lap. you frown, missing his touch already. you make grabby hands at him, too comfy to move on your own. “want me to carry you?” you nod lazily, a smile stretching across your face.

he slides one hand under your legs, the other under your back, and hoists you up. he holds you close to his chest, your head resting against his heart, so close that you can hear the soft thrum that keeps him warm.

“thank you.” you murmur as he places you softly on your- his guest bed.

“anytime, honey.” he smiles down at you. he thinks you’re so pretty like this, so sleepy and cosy. he fights the demons that tell him to crawl into the empty space beside you. “there’s some water here, sleep well, love.” he walks away, reaching the door when:

“love you.” you coo. he shivers. you always say it, and he always says it back, but lately, it pains him.

“yeah. love you too.”

lando pulls the door to quietly, leaning against the wood for a moment trying to compose himself.

it’s been an hour, and you’re sobered up, wide awake in the dark.

you try to fall asleep, really, you do, but your mind is moving a thousands miles an hour, and all you can think about is his dry spell. your dry spell.

how can you sleep when you know he’s on the other side of the wall, as needy as you are for a warm body. you also know that you’ve soaked through your underwear. you’re wildly uncomfortable, restless, desperate for a sweet release, whether that be of sleep, or something else.

you can’t ask him, it would be a step too far, despite how torturously close you already are. so instead, you drive yourself insane with the thought of him; the image of him, head thrown back, slick and sweaty, cock hard in his hand.

what’s the harm in helping yourself out?

you’re throbbing, hot all over. you lose the war with yourself and your hand trails shamelessly down your body. you’re so sensitive that you’re instantly stifling moans, hand slapped over your mouth. you can’t get the earlier image out of your head, and you pray he’s on the other side of the wall thinking about you. you’re desperate, bucking your hips into your hand, aching for a release. you wish your hands were lando’s, big and rough, toying with every quivering part of you.

you have an idea, a twisted one, the kind that almost sends you over the edge. what would happen if you let yourself be as loud as you wanted, if you tore your hand away and cried out like you wanted to? every shred of rationality leaves your needy body.

you’re whining, clear as day. your resist calling out his name as your high builds, tweaking your clit between your fingers. you’re so dangerously close, hovering right on the edge. that’s when you hear it.

on the other side of the wall, your vision of lando has become a reality. your faint whines through the wall have him rock hard, fucking his own hand. he wishes it could be yours, and with the way you’re crying out, he doesn’t think you’d oblige to sitting on his lap, wet and pretty, and letting him sink his cock nice and deep.

but he can’t cross that line. not with you. it doesn’t matter how badly he wants you, how he’d go to the ends of the earth for you. one night wasn’t worth ten years of friendship, washed down the drain.

his hand speeds up, his head thrown back, at the same time as you slip two fingers inside of yourself. you fingers curl, hitting deep when you hear a throaty groan sounding from the other side of the wall.

you’d think a millionaire would have thicker walls.

he hears the exact moment you cum, a noticeable change in your sounds. they’ve gone up an octave, breathless, and before he can even register, he’s spurting thick white ribbons that land hotly on his skin.

you clean yourselves up, rooms apart but the same exact things running through your minds.

i just got off to the sound of my best friend.

you nibble the crusts of your toast. the kitchen is quiet, painfully so, and the air is still.

lando has his back to you, making you another cup of coffee. he’s forgone a shirt and you try your absolute best to ignore the warm glow of his skin. he looks radiant. you know why; orgasms can do that.

“lando-“

“we don’t need to talk about it, honey.”

“um, i was just gonna tell you that you’re burning your toast.” you snicker.

“oh, fuck.” he slides along the floor to the toaster, burning his fingers on blackened bread.

when he turns to you, he’s tinged red, grinning bashfully.

“moving on.”

“i need to get home but dinner later? i won’t stay the night.” you wink. you crave the normalcy that once was, the light, teasing nature of your friendship.

“i’ll cook.” he’s still blushing.

“ooh, on second thought.” you suck air through your teeth, pulling a face.

“get outta here.” he sticks his tongue out at you.

dinner was… well, it was edible.

he made spaghetti and some kind of sauce, one that you couldn’t quite work out the contents of but it was good enough.

“thanks, lan.” you smile softly, helping him clear the few plates off the table.

“anytime, honey.” he replies.

you’re standing at the sink, placing the cutlery down when you feel him behind you. you spin around, instantly regretting it, because you’re caged in. he’s leaning up to reach into a cupboard, frozen. so, so close. his panicked breath fans your face and you can feel the heat of his body.

you lean in, because why wouldn’t you? and so does he, so, so close. your hand that rests on the edge of the sinks moves so that you can reach out and cup his disgustingly perfect face but then-

a knife that had been hovering between the counter and plunging into the soapy hot water gets nudged over the edge by your clumsy hand and clatters against into the bowl.

the irritating noise springs you both back to reality and he jumps away like an orange cat. you grimace at the awkward tension, and he scratches the back of his neck. and then you’re laughing, hard, and of course he joins in because this situation is utterly ridiculous and your laugh is so beautifully contagious.

“oh my god, what is wrong with us?” you wheeze through the laughter, leaning back against the counter.

“last night was… insane. and now everything feels weird so, let’s just go back to basics.” lando smiles gracefully. you nod.

“that sounds absolutely perfect.”

“netflix?”

“and chill?” you chime in sarcastically. he glares at you. “couldn’t help it.” you hold your hands up in faux surrender.

you don’t know when you fall asleep, but you conk out, head lulling against his shoulder when you do.

he haunts your dreams, fingers thick between your thighs while you whimper his name. you must be out of it, so deep in your slumber that it takes lando a good few coos of your name to draw you out of it.

when your eyes shoot open, he’s looking down at you, a single curl falling over his forehead, taunting you.

“you dreaming of me?” he grins, something in his eyes that snaps you out of your grogginess.

“wh-why?” you splutter, sitting up. he’s still so close to you, coy smile pulling at the corners of his pink lips,

“kept making these little sounds, panting my name. got me thinking.”

“about what?” you whisper.

“how much i wanted to pin you to that bed last night and make you cry for me.”

“is this gonna ruin us?” your voice trembles with a unique blend of fear and anticipation.

“after last night? baby, we’re already ruined.”

his lips meet yours, tentative for just a brief second, and then it’s passionate, warm, lightning. his hands are firm on your body, pulling you impossibly closer until there’s no other option but to clamber into his lap. your hands find his hair, tugging wildly until his curls are a disheveled mess, pulled every which way.

“you’re so beautiful. want to tell you all the time but-“ lando mumbles into your mouth, urgent and hushed.

“but friends don’t do that.” you cut him off.

he pulls away from you, his nose bumping yours. his eyes are so blue today, sparkly.

“i think we’re more than that.” he mutters, lips brushing yours. “i think we have been for a while.”

“yeah.” you pant. “yeah we have. yeah.” your eyes dart between his and his kiss swollen lips.

and then you’re licking into his mouth, sighing at the relief. he paws at your waist, warm hands sliding under your jumper, gliding over your hips and up, up, up, until he’s dragging the material over you head and tossing it carelessly to the side. he kisses over your collarbone, licking and nipping while his hands smooth over your bra. he plucks at the fasten, and you relax as it snaps open, and the straps slide over your shoulders.

“is this okay, angel?” he whispers.

“perfect.”

his thumbs trace over the curve of your breasts, teasing your nipples gently, enough to send shockwaves through your body. you’re subconsciously grinding down on him, dragging your hips over his crotch, mouth dropping open when you hear the way his breath catches in his throat.

“driving me insane, honey.” he gulps, rolling your nipples between his fingers. “need to get inside of you.”

“hurry up then.” you sound desperate to your ears, delicious to his.

“do you know how hard it was to stay in my room last night? when i could hear you making those pretty little noises? you’re so bad.” he tuts, lifting you off of his lap and laying you back against the couch.

nimble fingers undo your jeans and you jolt as he slides them down your thighs, intimate touches on intimate skin. you lace your fingers through his hair, pulling him down to kiss you, and you moan into his open mouth when his fingers trail beneath your underwear.

lando dips his fingers between your folds, groaning as soon as he feels where your wetness has pooled in your panties. you’re intoxicating, he thinks, and he’s starving for you. he pries his hand from between your legs, lapping at his soaked digits. his eyes fall shut, eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks.

your taste sparks something within him, and he wriggles onto his belly, resting in between your thighs. he toys with your panties, just for a second, and he can’t help but latch on. he laves his tongue over the growing wet patch, eyes fluttering shut. he drags your underwear to the side, lapping over your cunt messily.

“taste so good.” he slurs into your pussy, depraved and ravenous. you buck your hips, the sensation of his words sending rumbles of vibrations to every one of your nerve endings.

you writhe against the plush couch, sinking deeper between the cushions as he fucks his tongue deeper and deeper, burrowing his face as far between your thighs as he can go.

“lando, ‘m so close.” you gasp, tugging hard at his curls, taking your nails across his scalp. he whimpers, whimpers, at the sensation and that’s enough to finish you off.

he keeps going, kitten licking you through your orgasm and you pant, nothing but white behind your squeezed shut eyes. you have you drag him away, overstimulated and twitching against the silvery grey fabric of the sofa.

“fuck.” you laugh, breathless.

“good?” he smirks.

“shut up and come here.” you make grabby hands at him, and he clambers over you, smiling wide, his lips coated shiny and red.

“you’re pretty.” he coos, licking his lips clean.

“so are you.” you whisper.

he collapses on top of you, urgently slotting his lips over yours. he slides his hands all over your frame, memorising every dip and curve, while your hands find the waistband of his joggers. you push the material down his hips gently tracing his hip bone; he shudders at the graze, kicking the fabric away and wrapping his hand around his cock.

you glance down, taking in the sight before you. he’s thick in his own hand, red and slick already, as he runs his hand over himself.

“you want me?” he manages to ask through gritted teeth.

“please.” you whine, reaching to replace his hand, but he bats you away.

“patience, baby. wanted you like this for so long, you can wait a few seconds.” he scolds, condescendingly.

you don’t get a chance to talk back, because he’s sliding inside of you, nice and slow. your eyes roll back at the delectable stretch, he’s bigger than you’ve had in a while, and you hum lowly. he kisses over your throat and you can hear his shaky breath fanning your ear. you’re fluttering around him, adjusting to him with small circles of your hips.

“do something.” you beg, hushed and breathless.

“you think you can take it?” lando taunts, but you can hear the way his voice waivers as your walls spasm around him.

“can you?” you whisper, giving as good as you get. something inside of him snaps and pride kicks in, because before you can even truly gloat, he’s barrelling into you.

you cling onto his shoulders greedily, digging your fingertips in to whatever part of him you can get hold of. he thrusts so deep, all the way in, before dragging fully out, leaving you aching for him to fill you up again. he’s going quick enough that you can’t really complain, but slow enough to tease, to drive you insane beneath him. it feels too good to hurry him up, he knows what he’s doing and you want to take it, feel him like this. you’re quivering, his cock hitting every single spot that makes you tick and you think you can die happy now that you’ve had him.

“i’m so close.” you warn, overstimulated from your first orgasm. he ups his pace, just enough to send you spiralling, and you can’t keep your eyes open as you let go, your legs kicking out.

it’s too much when you open your eyes and find him staring down at you, sleepy and sweaty. he’s gorgeous like this, pupils blown, bronze skin glistening in the low light. he feels the way you throb around him, still buried so deep.

“not done with you yet, angel. c’mere.” lando sits back, pulling your limp body along with him until your right back where you started, sprawled over his lap.

he’s so close to his own release, pained and restless, and you can feel the head rubbing against your clit. even in your state of pure exhaustion, you can’t help but grind down against him, and he lifts your hips enough for you to sink down on him.

your sounds of pleasure ricochet off of one another’s, animalistic contentment spilling from between two sets of equally swollen lips. you’re so full like this, rocking tiredly, backwards and forwards.

“just like that, baby. just like that.” he’s breathing heavily, brows furrowed. his head tips back, neck thick and flexed, and you’re thrown back into the deep end of your fantasy.

“oh my god.” you choke, tears of satisfaction building. “lando!” you cry, meeting his shallow thrusts. he’s guiding your hips up and down, just enough to hammer against that special spot that makes you whine his name.

“cum for me, baby, last one. know you can do it pretty girl.” the praise knocks the last bits of air out of you and you collapse forwards into his arms. he holds you tight, groaning sweet nothings and your name like a prayer, right in your ear.

“you’re definitely staying tonight.” lando laughs softly, coming down. you think back to your earlier refusal, grinning lazily.

“guest room?” you joke, kissing his shoulder.

he pulls you back so that he can look at you, cupping your face.

“you’re never staying in that room ever again.”

he kisses you, then. soft. warm. home.

it’s natural, everything you’ve been missing, and somehow the only thing you’ve been missing in your relationship with him. he already gave you everything you could ever need, tonight was the cherry on top.

“are we gonna be okay?” you whisper, so quiet that you can barely hear yourself. fear pools in your belly.

“i hope so. ‘cause i’m never letting you go now.”

i feel so warm inside hehe

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 28 days

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Okay so you’ve done things with Child of Persephone reader and Nico and I loved those.

But I have an idea. Percy Jackson and daughter of Amphitrite. He has a step-sister now too lol. Could you platonic headcanons about their sibling dynamic?

Have a good day/night/evening!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ platonic! percy jackson x daughter of amphitrite! reader hcs

content: platonic! percy jackson x daughter of amphitrite! reader hcs warning: none i do not believe author's note: step siblings rise up frfr. platonic is so fun but also...tbh ran out of ideas lmao- I THINK ITS SHORT AND SWEET OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE-

you two were aware of each others presence but...didn't talk to start with

it was a tad bit awkward

you guys were relatively close in age, you were only a few months younger than percy

which could only mean that amphitrite found out about poseidon's infidelity and pulled an uno reverse card

i mean, you guys exchanged the brief conversation every now and then

"hey, do you think you could...ya know...tell your pegasus to stop trying to kill me?"

"sorry, he's, uh, hes not a big fan of your moms. oh, and could you tell the dolphins to stop knocking me off my surfboard...please?"

"sorry, they're not a big fan of your dad either."

obvi you both wanted to be closer, a shared yearning for the ocean that you felt like no one else would understand but it was just two awkward

until spring break, a year or so into you guys know each other

percy had been invited to spend his spring break with his dad and tyson at the palace and you'd gotten the same invitation from your mom

neither of you were aware the other had been invited until you showed, staring awkwardly at each other.

"oh, hey, jackson."

"sup, ln."

cue whistling to break the silence until your parents walk in, both of you heaving sighs of relief

but everything change the first night in poseidon and amphitrite's domain

percy had already changed into his fish pajamas, a sleep mask he'd stolen from annabeth nestled into his hair and about to be pulled over his eyes when there was a rapid knocking on his bedroom door

he frowned but spung it open to reveal you, buzzing excitement

"what's up-"

"come on! come on!" you cheered, cutting him off, grabbing his arm and dragging him as you raced off to gods know where

he really had no choice but to follow, but a smile slowly grew on his face as you dragged him to some large window

tons of fish were swimming around, schools and schools of brightly colored fish darting in and out of the coral and seaweed

large sharks loomed a bit higher up, but they were relatively docile, some even bumping against the glass like they wanted pets and bellyrubs

"look!" you all but screamed, pointing up and forcing percy to follow to where a huge whale shark was floating by

it locked eyes with the children of the sea and tilted it's massive fin in what could only be considered a wave

you squealed in excitement before plopping down, criss cross, to continue to watch the marine life

"i just thought you'd want to see it. you can go to bed if you'd like," you told percy, glancing up with him, nervousness creeping into your features as you realized what you've just done

"and miss the show? i don't think so," percy eased, waving his hand in dismissal as he sat down next to you

you two shared a small smile and nod, an understand of each other before turning your eyes back to the sea creatures

poseidon and amphitrite found their children the next morning slumped together before the window, drooling and snoring all over each other

from that point on, you and percy were a recipe for trouble

and then add tyson and it's a real mess

they have crazy ideas and tyson's just like 'i could build that'

and then they do

the most extravagant pranks, always signed with a doodle of a shark and a dolphin so people know who did it

like banksy but with pranks lmao

you both watch moana, religiously

once forced poseidon and amphitrite to watch it too, but with the added effects of you and percy doing the dances and singing the songs terribly off pitch

percy is moana and you are maui, always

you feel awkward the first time percy brings you home to his mom, proudly presenting you like you were a cat he found in a dumpster three blocks over

you're worried sally won't be your biggest fan bc of your mom but girl doesn't even care, pulling you into a tight hug and offering you cookies

and sometimes, following some epic prank on jason, you both just go and sit on the beach together

no words need to be shared, the water lapping at your toes more than enough comfort

"i can't believe at one point we weren't close," you'd mutter, youre words nearly lost in the sounds of the surf.

"seriously. now you're stuck with me for life," percy laughed, bumping his shoulder with yours

"brother from another mother or whatever," you giggled and percy rolled his eyes

"sister from another mister or something like that," percy tacked on, which just fueled the both of your laughs

the best of step siblings, even if they were a little awkward in the beginning

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #platonic! percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x reader

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rebeliz7 · 8 months

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NAIVE

Wanda Maximoff x Avenger Reader

Word Count: 3837

Warnings: Betrayal

Thank you Van (aka @missmonsters2) for helping me by editing this, way back in the day LOL.

…

It starts with a light-hearted comment from Bucky.

He and Wanda formed a tight friendship at some point after he was found. He's always been thoughtful and quiet in a way that Wanda found comforting. They were good at sitting in silence and coexisting without being alone, and sometimes that was all they needed.

You were a friend, not as close as Bucky but equally supportive and protective. You've never spoken about it, but Wanda knew that she could count on you whenever she needed you, and you have yet to let her down.

"Right?" Bucky asks, the grin on his lips suggesting he already knows the answer to his own question. Wanda swallows thickly, her eyes catching yours across the gym fleetingly.

You look away quickly, though, something Steve says catches your attention and makes you laugh.

"She's cute," she shrugs, and although Bucky decides to focus on something else, the strange feeling in her stomach remains for the rest of the day.

…

She starts seeing you in a different light. Maybe it's Bucky's comment that made her very aware of your smile, but she's suddenly enamored by it and the sound of your laughter.

"Hey, Wands, want some ice cream?" You ask her as she approaches the dining table, where Natasha and Kate are also sitting.

"Sure." She smiles, hands in the back pockets of her jeans and feeling more than a little vulnerable.

It takes her a hot second to recognize that she's nervous--nervous about being close to you or talking to you.

"Take a seat, babes. How was your day?" You smile, scooping some ice cream and offering her a small bowl with a tiny spoon.

The gesture is friendly, but she still feels special under your momentary attention.

"It was fine." She says, more focused on the color of your eyes and the smile on your lips than the ice cream itself.

"That's good." You tell her, and she doesn't know what to say to keep the conversation going--so she says nothing at all.

You go back to talk to Natasha, and Kate wastes no time in butting in, and Wanda's just there. She doesn't feel exactly out of place, but she does feel a tad inadequate.

She should be talking too, you're all friends, and she's always gotten along well with Kate and Nat. But the sound of your voice and the distracting way in which you smile continue to throw her.

…

She notices you more and more. It's innocent at first. You're beautiful, and everyone in the Compound seems to have a crush on you, so she's not entirely put off by her growing interest. You're a nice person; everyone knows it.

"What about you, Miss Y/LN?" Sam asks during a friendly game of poker.

Steve and Tony have been implementing two or three activities every week, a way to get to know each other better. So far, there have been movie nights, hiking, camping, and now it's poker.

Friendship is important in a team such as ours, Steve's always saying, and Wanda is inclined to agree with him.

"Don't start with me, Sam." You warn him with an amused grin on your lips that Wanda inexplicably wants to kiss.

She looks away quickly, the thought having startled her a little. Where did that come from?

"You're bluffing." Sam calls you out, and Natasha laughs, her own poker face falling as she sets her cards on the table. She folds.

"She's bluffing, right?" Sam asks her, making Wanda look at you again.

You're keeping your cards close to your chest now, a single eyebrow raised in her direction. Wanda's stomach sinks. You're so beautiful, and she's entirely stricken by the realization as if it were the first time she's noticing.

"I have no idea." She says, and you wink at her as if there was a hidden joke between the two of you, and she feels special.

"Girl's whipped." Sam laughs, and that catches her attention.

"What?" She asks as Natasha smiles in her direction. "I'm not whipped."

Tony makes a whip lashing sound, and everyone laughs, making Wanda blush where she sits.

"Natasha is too." Steve says with a boyish grin.

"So are you." She tells him with a pointed look, and his eyes instantly meet yours across the round table.

You pay them no mind. Wanda is almost convinced that you're not even aware that they're talking about you, or you're simply not interested in giving this conversation any attention.

"Stop stalling, pretty boy." You tell Sam, and he hums to himself, his eyes taking you in before he sighs and drops his cards.

"I'm out." He says, and you smile. Everyone else claps their hands, Natasha squeezes your shoulders, and Wanda claps too, completely distracted.

"Bluffing, you say?" You taunt him before showing your hand.

"A royal flush, of course," Tony says with only a little bit of jealousy in his tone. He was the first to fold, and you continue to be the solid poker queen. No one's ever beaten you.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Sam picks up your cards as you swipe all the chips with a pretty smile on your face.

The night progresses as it usually does. Beers are being passed, jokes being told, there's a lot of laughter, and Wanda enjoys herself to an extent. There's a part of her brain that continues to remind her that she wanted to kiss you earlier, though.

But you're just--you're just you. Everyone tries to gain your attention or sit close to you. Everyone tries to please you in some capacity, including her.

It's more than your looks, what has them all falling over their feet, more than the pretty smile you always have for everyone. It's everything that you are.

You're smart in a way that always leaves Wanda speechless. You're clever and articulate, even when you're upset. You always find the right words to speak without hurting anyone's feelings but getting your point across all the same. You're open; there's an inviting quality about you that makes the team want to be your closest friend.

But then, of course, you're also incredibly beautiful, so much so that compliments are always raining your way.

"You doing okay?" You ask her, sitting next to her on the large couch, while Natasha attempts to show Bucky how to properly hold a ballet pose.

Everyone's laughing, and she's suddenly very aware of her silence--since she can't think of a single coherent thing to say to you.

"Yeah." She nods her head, nervously glancing your way and her stupid brain reminding her that she wanted to kiss you earlier again. "You?"

"I'm quite well. Take a look—Sam's already about to fall asleep." You point towards the next couch, where Sam is dozing off, and Wanda laughs awkwardly.

"Still a lightweight." She comments as you sip your beer, the same one you've been holding the entire night she's noticed.

"You'd think being in the army and all that testosterone would teach a guy how to hold his liquor, but nope." You laugh, and she's once again taken by how beautiful you are.

"Yeah." She tries to laugh, following your joke, but all she can think about is how nice you look in white. The shirt you have on is loose and definitely something you wear to sleep, but the color makes your skin glow in a way that she finds absolutely gorgeous.

"Y/N, please come collect your kids." Tony calls you, and you roll your eyes as you give Wanda a look.

She can do nothing but smile at your reaction, and you squeeze her knee before you stand up.

"What's going on?" You ask Bucky, and he takes a step back from Natasha. Natasha moves lithely towards you and wraps her arms around your waist as if looking for protection from the big bad Winter Soldier.

"She's mean. She's a mean drunk." Bucky says, pointing at Natasha. You push Natasha away from you a tad, if only to look into her eyes. Natasha's not drunk, though—she never gets drunk.

"We agreed." You remind her while Wanda looks closely at the interaction.

"I know, I'm sorry." Natasha deflects, and you turn to Bucky, a serious look on your face.

"Fine, I'm sorry too. We'll behave." He says, and Tony laughs, as does Pepper. You have them, metaphorically, eating out of your hand.

"Whipped," Pepper says, and Tony makes the same whip lashing sound right after.

"Uh uh." Natasha shakes her finger at Bucky, her free arm going around your waist again. "I'm not into sharing."

You laugh, and Natasha does too. It's a joke, but the phrase doesn't sit too well with Wanda.

Are you dating Natasha?

…

The question stays with her for good—the thought of you too.

It's like one day she wakes up and finds herself infected with you. You're the first thing she thinks in the morning, and once you're in her brain, you're there to stay.

She goes about her daily routine and can't help but wonder if you're already up and what you're doing. She goes to the gym and can't help but wonder if she'll see you there.

When you're not there, she can't help but feel a little disappointed. But her day moves quickly, as does everyone's in the Compound. There's training, meetings, debriefings, and more training.

She feels exhausted by the end of the day and craves a shower more than she craves air itself. No one said being a hero wouldn't be hard after all.

She's on her way to her room when someone calls her name, and her stomach instantly drops. The sound of your voice hits her in the pit of her stomach; it's a sensation she's never felt before and one that makes her feel nervous and awkward to an extent.

"Want some pizza, Wands?" You ask with a smile on your lips and a slice of pizza in your hand.

"I was gonna go take a shower. I'm feeling kind of gross." She says with an embarrassed smile, but you're already walking closer to her.

"By the time you come back, there'll be no pizza left. Plus, you look fantastic!" You tell her, handing her the slice you're holding, and she takes it with a blush on her cheeks that she hopes you don't notice.

"Thank you." She says, and you bump her shoulder in a friendly way, and she feels--well, she feels special.

"Come on. I ordered some wings too, I know you love them. I'll share with my ladies."

You walk with her back to the kitchen, but by the time you both get there, the entire pizza is gone. The boys are happily chewing while Natasha and Kate watch the scene with a grimace.

"Ladies, follow me." You announce as you walk behind the counter and pull out a take-out container from one of the lower drawers.

"Life saver." Kate touches her chest before she leans forward to kiss your cheek, and Wanda takes a seat in silence.

"These are my favorites," Natasha comments as she goes for a wing, and you do too.

Wanda watches you take a bite, and she has to look away when the feeling in her stomach makes her feel so uncomfortable that she can barely stand it.

"I know they are, hon," You tell Natasha while picking up a napkin and cleaning her chin, where a little bit of sauce has spilled.

"Thank you," Natasha replies, winking in your direction, and Wanda's stomach sinks again for the reason that she refuses to overthink.

Not that her brain listens.

…

You're the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up now, and it becomes an unconscious habit of sorts. The thought of you comes to her mind effortlessly, as easy as breathing and it always comes accompanied by the weird feeling in her stomach that makes her feel as if she can't breathe.

It's just a crush, she tells herself. You're definitely crushing material, and there's nothing wrong with her feeling this way.

It's a crush, and it'll go away.

…

The crush does the exact opposite of going away.

You're everything she can think about, and she has no idea of how to get closer to you.

It all changes one night, though.

She can't sleep, and she decides to go for a walk, the Compound is big enough, and she's done it before. She's walked through every corner of it; she's come to know every hidden ladder that leads to the roof and Tony's secret wine cellar.

But tonight, something's different, not that she can put her finger on what that is exactly. She takes the stairs down to the first floor, and the silence is what tips her off.

As she walks through the main lobby, she realizes that Friday hasn't said a single word to her since she left her bedroom. Usually, Friday would be asking her questions by now, keeping her company.

Suddenly on high alert, she rounds the corner to the main security area, and she sees you.

All the red alarms in her head are quickly replaced by that same feeling in her gut and chest. You're talking amicably with the tech guy that oversees the security systems overnight.

You see her, and she comes to a halt in the middle of the wide-open lobby. You smile, and she feels like melting right where she stands.

"Wands." You smile, walking towards her quickly. "What are you doing up? It's so late."

You're wearing combat boots and skinny jeans, a black top, and an open denim jacket--a look that she's never seen you wear before. She's certain that she's never seen you wear that top.

"I was just--walking." She tells you, and you reach out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Your fingers graze her skin, making her shiver, and you notice.

Of course, you notice, just like you've noticed every other single reaction she has towards you.

"You mind if I join you?" You ask her, and she can barely breathe.

She can't answer verbally, so she nods, and you caress her cheek with the back of your fingers as you pull back your hand. A subtle action that can definitely be taken as friendly. After all, you don't want to scare her, or worse, tip her off.

"Are you cold?" You ask her after noticing she's only wearing an oversized shirt.

She's still trying to get her breathing back to normal, the ghost of your touch still lingering on her cheek and preventing her from thinking straight.

"I'm fine." She tells you after catching the look on your face and remembering that you asked her a question.

"Here." You stop walking and take off your denim jacket.

"It's okay, really." She tries to intervene when you move to drape the jacket on her shoulders.

"I insist." You tell her with a smile that quite literally steals her breath away. "Denim suits you, Miss Maximoff."

You fix the collar of your jacket close to her chest, smiling as she blushes right before you. You're cute and beautiful, so beautiful that she can barely think, let alone speak.

It's ridiculous! You shouldn't have this much power over her. You two aren't even that close, but the more she looks at you, the more her brain shouts things that she's never thought about before.

She wants you happy. She wants to see you smiling. She'd like to know everything about you, everything that you're willing to share; she wants to know it. She'd like to go wherever you go, and she'd like to see the world from your perspective.

You're still smiling as you admire your jacket on her, and she tilts her head to the side in a sign of endearment. You're so cute, and she can't stop staring.

She'd never hurt you. She only ever wants to love you and take care of you. She doesn't know you that well, but she wants to, but the universe, it seems, is not giving her an option.

If you give her a chance, she'd make sure that you never regret it.

"You okay there?" You ask her after a beat, and she swallows with difficulty. Her face burns with embarrassment, and she nods her head quickly. "How about that walk?"

You smile and offer your arm for her to take, and she nervously does.

It's not long before you're telling her about your time as a rookie in S.H.I.E.L.D. and Melinda May kicking your ass daily as your S.O. She finds your journey so interesting that by the end of the walk, she knows the names of most of your friends at S.H.I.E.L.D.

That's the first night she sleeps with your jacket on.

…

You begin to spend more time with her. She refuses to ask if you're dating Natasha, especially after you both act like a married couple.

She doesn't ask because the thought of you with someone else--guts her. If you were to tell her that you and Natasha are an item, she knows the feeling that would take over her--she knows the feeling all too well.

And maybe she's being naive. Maybe the more time she spends with you, she's just opening herself up to more inevitable heartbreak. Whatever the reason, she doesn't want to cut the time the two of you have finally begun to spend together short.

It doesn't matter anyway because even after Natasha joins whatever conversation you're having, you still make sure to stay by Wanda's side, and she feels, well, she feels special.

…

The late-night walks become a regular thing. Wanda would meet you in the lobby, where you'd wait for her with a smile that seems to be reserved only for her.

There are many times when she's almost told you everything she feels for you, but something always holds her back. She's afraid to lose you, and she doesn't want to gamble with your friendship.

…

You kiss her one night. One second she's greeting you in the empty lobby, and the next, you're kissing her.

She loses her breath, her entire body tensed, and for a moment, she feels like she's freefalling. But she opens her eyes and finds your gentle stare on her, waiting for a verdict as if you'd done something wrong.

"But Natasha?" Is the first thing out of her mouth, and you place your hands on her waist, pulling her a little bit closer to you.

"She's just a friend." You tell her, and she chuckles, the smile on her lips threatens to split her face in two, and you think she might be the most beautiful woman you've ever gotten to kiss.

She's certainly the most beautiful target. No doubt about it.

…

She's in love with you, so much so that she's completely blind to things that you know she's been trained to see.

…

Tony believes they've been infiltrated. Recently he's found a code on Friday that he's certain he didn't write himself.

Everyone is on high alert, but things go on as they usually do. Tony rewrites the coding, and Wanda continues to fall for you.

You take her out on dates, and Natasha keeps her distance, though she does glare playfully at Wanda from time to time. Now Wanda laughs at her antics, reassured by the way you're always touching her in some capacity.

She becomes increasingly addicted to the way your hand finds a home in her lower back whenever you're close enough and the way your slender fingers move to delicately fill in the gaps between her own. She becomes a junky for your sweet kisses and the way your hands sneakily touch her bare skin under every shirt that she wears.

You always look at her adoringly and chuckle before running your nose across her cheek as you kiss her face. She'd wrap her arms around you then and giggle at having you happy, which is all she ever wanted.

Your late-night walks become a habit that always ends in her bedroom with her under you, moaning and groaning your name over and over again like a breathless prayer meant only for your ears.

Each day that passes by gives her something else to fall for you, and she collects these moments, these aspects of your personality, like a treasure. She's never felt as safe as she does when she's with you. She's never loved as fiercely.

"You trust me?" You ask her one night when you're knuckle deep in her, and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth.

"Yes," she moans as you brush your thumb over her clit and her nails dig a little deeper on your shoulders.

"You love me?" You ask her, adding pressure on her clit and sinking your fingers a little deeper. She yelps, her stomach tightening and her throat running dry.

"Yes," she gasps as she pulls you down and kisses you a little bit desperately. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows that she's being too vulnerable, but she still feels safe with you.

"You sure you trust me?" You ask her again, and the look in your eyes has an earth-shattering effect on her; it always does.

She comes around your fingers with a strangled gasp of your name, and you kiss her lips one last time before you bend to pick up your phone from her nightstand.

She's still catching her breath when you return to her side with a little pill between your fingers.

"What's that?" She asks as you twirl the pill, and she scoots closer to you. Her lips kiss your face, her hands pull you closer.

"I love you too, you know." You tell her, and she hides her face in the pillows, laughing and blushing, and you think she's the most beautiful woman you've ever slept with.

The most beautiful target you've ever gotten.

"Take this." You offer her the pill, and she looks at you with a little apprehension.

"But what is it?" She asks.

"You said you trust me." You remind her.

"I do." She nods as you roll on top of her.

For such a powerful being, she's still just a girl staring into the eyes of the first person she's ever loved like this.

"Show me." You tell her.

…

Leaving the Compound with Wanda in the middle of the night proves to be by far the easiest part of your entire mission. But pretending to look for her when you return? That is by far the hardest thing you've had to do when you know exactly where she is and who asked you to get her.

Eric assured you she'd be safe, and you know better than to question Magneto himself. She's no longer your concern.

…

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff

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goldsainz · 2 years

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masterlist.

a/n: this was going to be longer, but i just couldn’t get myself to do such a long piece. honestly, there’s not a lot of harry mentioning, but it’s still a fun piece, i’m just giving you crumbs. this isn’t the peak of my writing, especially since this is my first time doing second person POV, tumblr is making me try things id never thought i’d do!!

word count: 3,4k

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Y/N Y/LN Keeps A Straight Face While Eating Spicy Wings | Hot Ones

The interview begins with you sat across Sean Evans, the line up of sauces making your heart beat a little faster, not sure how much spice you were actually able to bear.

“Hey everybody! Today we are joined by Y/N Y/L/N, who you may recognise from too many movies and shows to name! She is an Oscar nominated actress, Emmy Award Winner, and an overall talented person. Her most recent project, Don’t Worry Darling which comes out this September 23rd, is coming in no time, so don’t forget to buy your tickets.” Sean introduces you, a stifled laugh leaving your lips. “Y/N welcome to the show!”

“Thank you very much! I’m quite nervous right now, my manager said this could get spicy really quick, but I’m not sure what she meant by that.” You grinned, that signature, award winning smile plastered on your face.

“That depends on how good you are with spicy food, do you have a high tolerance?”

“I think so? It’s not something that scares me while ordering food, but I’m not actively seeking it. But seeing all of these hot sauces is making me sweat just a tad bit much right now.”

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“I’ve actually watched a couple of the Hot Ones interviews.” You confess, making Sean look impressed that you watched that sort of content.

“Now I have to know more, this is one of the best compliments I’ll get in a lifetime.” He then mutters something you didn’t quite get, but it seemed like a praise towards you.

“Well yeah, I sometimes scroll through Youtube, see it pop up, and someone I like is on the cover and I just click it. I used to go ‘Wow, thank god my manager would never make me go on that, don’t think my spice tolerance is that good’, but now I’m here so it seems like the tables have turned for me!”

“I guess I don’t have to tell you how this works, or which sauces go first then.”

“I’ve taken some work off your hands!” You say with a laugh.

“Let’s take a bite then, shall we?” Sean asks, while you nod your head and grab the first wing.

You take a bite, realising it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all, there was a hint of spice but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“Okay so how are we feeling with wing number one?”

“Pretty good, my confidence level is on a solid 8 for now.” You just knew you would take your words back a couple of wings later, but maybe if you lied to yourself a little it wouldn’t be that hard.

“You said in an interview a while back that you enjoyed cooking, especially spicy food because it was funny seeing how some people crumbled when eating certain dishes. Who would you say had the funniest reaction?”

“I once cooked for Taylor Swift, she’s a good friend of mine who I’ve learnt doesn’t take spice as well as she says she does.” You admit, and if anyone wasn’t watching the interview and just hearing it, they’d almost be able to hear your smile. “I made a dish, I might’ve messed up the amount of chillies I put on it, and I didn’t realise it was that bad until she had tears in her eyes, I felt horrible about it!”

“Did she tell you it was too spicy?”

“She was trying to be nice about it, she was full on coughing, and her words were of comfort because she didn’t want me to feel bad!” Everyone in the room lets out a laugh at your words, nobody was really surprised to know that Taylor was just that sweet.

“Would you say Taylor is one of your closest friends in the industry?” It was a tough question, because being a close friend was such a different question for someone like you, someone who did what you did.

“She’s been through a lot with me, I’ve been through a lot with her. Sometimes we don’t talk as often as we would like, but when we do it’s like we had talked everyday.”

“You met all the way back in 2014, right?”

“At the Met Gala, it was my first one, it wasn’t hers though. We sat at the same table, we talked all throughout it, and the rest is history.”

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The second wing had proven to still be bearable. You weren’t quite sure when you would get hit with all the heat, but you were enjoying your time so far.

“Don’t Worry Darling was a process that took a while to make because of Covid. In fact, filming had to stop because a crew member tested positive, making you have to go through a quarantining process. What was it like filming with such heavy health regulations?”

“It was hard, nothing was really like it used to be. Filming was still fun, but there were many things I hadn’t actually taken notice of until Covid started.” Your brows furrowed, a crease on your forehead present. “Kissing scenes were different, probably the ones we had to be the most precise while filming. They had us take a disinfectant mouthwash, which was very minty, at least it ensured your partner wouldn’t have bad breath!” You joked, lightening the mood of a heavy question.

“Was there a limit for the amount of times you could film such scenes?”

“For sure, we tried to make them work each time, there really wasn’t a lot of goofing around because it was a health risk just to film them. You couldn’t just improvise a kiss, you would have to consult with your partner if they were comfortable with the possibility of you doing that. Harry was always very respectful of boundaries, he never tried to do anything that crossed a line or could just be awkward in general.”

“Would you say that there had to be a lot of trust involved, more than the usual amount?”

“Of course! Before Covid if you didn’t really like your partner you’d just film the scenes, talk with your intimacy coordinator about what crossed a boundary, what didn’t, and then you would just go on with your day. Now, you need to build a certain trust, like the one you’d have with a friend just to make the experience of filming a good one, and not have to shoot a million times because you can’t get the right look of love, or whatever you’re supposed to convey.”

“That seems like a very exhausting process.” Sean says, and you just nod at his words, knowing that it was exhausting but also made you get to know the love of your life a lot sooner in the process.

“I’m eyeing the third wing very hard right now, I didn’t eat a lot today so this is kind of my lunch.”

“Let’s dig in then!” And that you do.

“Oh! This one hits you instantly, I wasn't really expecting it.” He laughs at your comment, but mostly at the straight face you had while eating your wing.

“It just keeps on hitting from now on!” You just throw your head back with a laugh, a groan slipping from your lips.

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“I’m gonna ask you a question, is that okay?” Many interviewers didn’t take it very well when you asked them questions, they felt as though you were taking up their job. So you had learnt it was better to ask and be turned down, than asking right away and having someone be mad backstage.

“Go for it!”

“If at some point I drink some milk, is that a sign of me starting to give up?”

“No, definitely not. Most people drink milk to cleanse their palate, we are not gonna shame you on how well you are doing based on if you drink something or not.”

“Alright, I’m not gonna drink anything yet, but good to know.”

“If you don’t drink anything, then I won’t either.” He decided, making you laugh in response, you probably hadn’t laughed so much in an interview in a very long time.

“You are a very private person, do you find it difficult to manage your public life, your work life, from the private one?”

“I’ve gotten better over the years, when I didn’t have the exposure I had now, I didn’t worry about paparazzi catching moments I wanted to keep for myself.”

“Are relationships the hardest part?” There it was, the relationship question, at least it wasn’t a speculation over who it was. That much was appreciated.

“Maybe? If your partner is famous then it probably is, you don’t only have to balance the image you give for yourself but theirs too. If they’re not famous, then people will start spreading rumours over who they are, what they are doing with someone famous, it can become overwhelming very quickly.”

“But you don’t hide your relationships like some do, you just keep them private, is that correct?”

“Yeah, being someone’s secret isn’t nice. I keep the first months private just because you’re still getting to know each other, and having those moments ruined by the public is not what I want.”

“I’m sure that what you do want is this fourth wing!” You were grateful for Sean’s ability to make his guests comfortable, to make the awkwardness not so overbearing.

“I sure do, Sean!”

You both take a bite, the flavours are good and you remain with a straight face, even when the heat does creep up.

“I’m loving the composure you’re maintaining.” You giggle at his words, making him laugh along with you.

“I’ve done years of acting, some things I’ve taken with me.”

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“Are your eyes glossy?” Sean asks, his voice holding a shocked tone.

“What? No!” You respond, your hand over your mouth as you still had food in it.

“Just wondering if the heat is catching up to you, that’s all.”

“I promise, the fifth wing has not gotten to me.”

“You are known to never take things personally, even when asked rude questions you are never rude in return. Does it get tiring to maintain your composure at times?”

“There definitely have been times in which I want to snap at someone, mainly because they’re being rude, but I feel that if you don’t give them the attention they seek they won’t continue their behavior. I mean, most of them catch the hint, some of them are persistent though.”

“That’s a very interesting thought process, is there someone who taught you to do that?”

“Nope! That’s just been me learning over the years, the industry will make you learn things you never thought you’d need to know.” You say with a sigh, looking at the backstage of the set, not at anyone in particular.

“Talking of the industry, what has been the best piece of advice a celebrity has given you?”

“Do not search your name on social media unless your manager says so.” You confess, the tightness in your voice evident.

“Wow, that’s powerful, can you tell us why?”

“Because people are mean, and I know that they say with fame comes hate, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I sometimes have the urge to go on twitter, see what people are saying about me at the moment, yet you never know what you might see.”

“I can understand that. I can definitely say I’ve looked up my own name, not much has come up as I’d imagine it would for someone with your influence.” Sean praises, your cheeks heating up at the compliment.

“You never know what to expect from the internet. After I did the reading thirst tweets interview, I for sure won’t look up my name.” An uncomfortable laugh is let out, and he just joins in.

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You were just two wings away from finishing the interview. Your cheeks were definitely a redder than they were at the start, sweat was evident on the top of your brows, but you were still taking the challenge like a champ. Or as best as you could, the heat definitely wasn’t really helping with your perception of things.

“You said your confidence level was 8 at the start, what are you at now?”

“Maybe five, five’s good, I feel like sipping some milk but I can still do this.” You say with slight raspiness to your voice.

“You always say fashion is your passion, and with your collaborations over the years with different brands, what was your overall favourite outfit in ‘Don’t Worry Darling’?”

“Tough question, there are many answers, but I’d have to say the fuchsia dress was one of my favourites. It was so beautiful I wanted to take it home with me, but I couldn’t!”

“They wouldn’t let Y/N Y/L/N take a dress?”

“No, they didn’t! Genuinely can’t be mad though, they take time to make, so I completely understand not wanting to ruin a piece someone could’ve spent weeks working on.”

“Did you ever take anything from the set at any point?”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you?” You tease him, which just makes him laugh while shaking his head, “I did take something, yes. Can’t really confess what, but there is one person who knows what it was, and it’s just because they were my partner in crime.”

“So that secret is going right to the grave of two people?”

“That it will!”

“You only have two wings left, so let’s make it one!”

“This sounds so rude, but I cannot wait for this to be over. I’m loving everything about this, but the spice? Fuck no.”

You grab your wing and make a cheering motion, and just take a bite out of it. Maybe you should’ve gone a bit softer on the bite, because the heat kicks you instantly. It feels like a volcano eruption, which makes you feel uneasy about how the last wing will truly be.

“It’s kicking in, isn’t it?” Sean asks

“It is! I don’t know why you’re eating this so willingly, you do this every other day, mate! You don’t have to prove anything to me, I promise.”

“I know I don’t, this is just my job at this point, eating hot wings for a living!”

“You could not pay me enough to do that. Mad respect, truly, if anyone needs a pat in the back, it’s you!” Your voice is nasally, and you’re sure you have a somewhat runny nose by now.

“You seem like a very sweet person, being respectful to those around you is something not all celebrities engage in. Is that something that can become hard to leave behind when filming scenes for characters which aren’t nice at all?”

“It can get hard sometimes. I don’t particularly engage with the whole ‘Method Acting’ thing many people seem to do, I find it to be unnecessary, and it doesn’t look like a fun experience.” You were trying your hardest to not start any drama with your words, but you could just see the headlines twisting your words.

“So you’d say that filming should be fun?”

“Maybe not so much the filming, but the portraying a character. I’ve seen it firsthand when an actor loses who they are because they went too far with the creative process of being a character. We’re all free to do what we please, but if it harms you or others? I draw the line there.”

“Has there ever been a moment where being a character took a toll on you?”

“There have been quite a few, it’s not the nicest experience to be honest. I couldn’t go to work because I just couldn’t bear being called my character’s name. I obviously got over it fairly quickly because there’s not much time for tears when you’re more than halfway into a project.” You gulp, your eyes become glossy all of a sudden, evidently not because of any wing. “This got very emotional quickly, don’t know how that happened.”

This time when you looked backstage, there was a certain someone with his thumbs up looking right at you. A small smile, a fond one, formed right on your lips.

“It’s okay, heavy questions have heavy answers.”

“Something that’s looking quite heavy is this last wing.” Sean laughs at your comment, making the small smile overtake your face in a split second.

“Now you don’t have to do this, but I sometimes add more sauce on the last wing to end it with a bang. Are you willing to join in?”

“I’m gonna regret saying yes, but why not, can’t let you do it alone now.”

The moment you say that he opens the bottle in front of him, and pours some sauce on it. You eye your bottle skeptically, the overwhelming smell of it hitting your nostrils in a split second. You don’t drench your wing like he does, just place a drop of it.

“Cheers!”

You are more cautious with your bite this time, you don't jump in for such a big bite. You're sure it looks like a bird is biting the wing, but you're not about to risk your tongue being burnt off.

Your face is still stoic, and honestly, youre just doing it so your pride is not as hurt when your friends and family watch the interview. You’re sure Harry will be the first one to tease you about something, yet you can’t wait to hear everything he says, especially since he’s getting every single bit of it.

“Your face is not saying much, so how are you?” You can only respond with a cough, which makes Sean laugh.

“Not good over here! I think I’m gonna have to cave in, and drink some milk.” You’re not quite sure why your voice is so hoarse, but it’s a little funny to hear.

“Go for it!”

You gulp the glass of coconut milk, grateful that it’s not cow milk. You never liked the taste of cow milk by itself.

“Fuck’s sake, that’s lovely, best feeling ever!” You breathe out through a quiet laugh, the slightest drops of milk dripping down your face. Someone off-camera gives you a couple of tissues, and you thank them.

“Everything better now?”

“I’m not sure!”

“The good thing is this is over!”

“No more wings?”

“No more wings.”

“I genuinely can’t believe I made it through this, especially after the 8th wing.” You say with a shudder, remembering how it burnt

━━━━━━

“We are finally done!” Sean says, making you know that there’s practically only the credits left.

“Woo!” You cheer, pumping your fists in their air.

“Y/N Y/L/N you’ve conquered this challenge! Anything left you have to say?”

“But your tickets for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ because it’s a great movie, and I’m so excited for all of you to see it!”

“That’s it for today, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for having me.” You say, blowing some kisses to the cameras around you.

The interview ends with a couple of claps, and one of the biggest smiles on your face as you try to hide your face to dissolve the attention from you.

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username1: she’s my fave celebrity, if anyone asks why, i’m sending them this video

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username2: she kept looking at someone behind the scenes, i have the biggest feeling it’s harry

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username2: especially since they’ve both been spotted a lot together recently…

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username7: literally so true

username8: top 3 hot ones interviews for sure

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coldinternetllama · 5 months

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My take on the epilogue of LN 5

Spoilers until the prologue of LN 6!

So I have been thinking about the choking scene at the end of volume 5 of TAD, as it has been bothering me a lot, since it seemed too OOC for Jinshi, at least in my opinion. I mean, sure, he does have some borderline toxic tendencies, but that was a bit too much, even for him. I have tried to think of an explanation that would fit him, but all of my theories didn't quite fit in with the story and the characters. That is, until another user pointed out how frustrating it is that Maomao sees herself as completely expendable and is even convinced that Jinshi would kill her, if he saw fit. We (and Jinshi) are aware of that ever since the time she requested to be killed with poison. Generally, this is part of her apathy towards her own life, as she always goes with the flow and tries not to stand out too much. A core part of her character, and yet one that frustrates Jinshi more than anything.

To explain what I mean, it has always appeared to me that Jinshi wants Maomao to make her own choices and, basically, take charge of her life. For example, after the incident with Fengming, he let Maomao go, because he thought that was what she wanted, and he wanted to respect her wish. The same goes for the time he refused to let Lakan visit her, as his name made her visibly upset. Jinshi does obviously care for what she wants.

On the other hand, her passiveness upsets him. The fact that she sees so little value in her life and assumes he does as well angered him a lot during her request to be executed with poison. Her lack of any (!) reaction to his advances later in the novels also upsets him in the same way. So I have been thinking, what if the choking was him trying to see how much he has to push her for her to retaliate, to try and fight for her own life, which she sees as so expendable. A reminder, but Jinshi also said he didn't want her to poison herself for her experiments. Maybe he was hoping that she would push him away and finally understand that she indeed has a choice regarding how her life and her relationship with him goes. Of course, Maomao being Maomao interprets this as some sort of punishment. And maybe she is right, we never get to see much about Jinshi's thought process during this particular scene. Obviously, it was wrong, and I am not excusing him, however he himself obviously does not know how to express himself or his emotions correctly, and thus his actions gain a possessive, even scary twist. And this is also how I would classify the choking: a twisted attempt to push her to actively participate in their relationship. To me, it definitely sounds more likely than a petty "punishment" out of jealousy. At least that is what makes sense to me and what I want to believe for the sake of him being one of my favourite characters (yeah, I might be biased).

To reiterate, he was probably trying to show her what could happen if she continued letting people decide for her. If we think about it, even her dance with Rikuson was not something she actively wanted to participate in. Maomao's passive behaviour might be alright for a commoner servant (and she loves to see herself as just that), however at this point of the story she is seen by everyone else as part of noble society and feigning ignorance the way she does it is extremely dangerous for a noble. Granted, Jinshi should have tried telling her with words and not violence, but she is also notorious for not listening to people, especially when she doesn't like the topic, so I can see why he might have thought this was the only way.

Anyways, thanks for reading, if you made it that far, and do let me know if all that makes sense to you.

#the apothecary diaries #jinshi #maomao #kusuriya no hitorigoto #I might be delusional

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eviesaurusrex · 1 year

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ʜᴀʀʀʏ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇꜱ x ᴀꜱᴘɪʀɪɴɢ ꜱɪɴɢᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

faceclaim: Devon Cole

author’s note: I had this idea on a whim (and bc I’m obsessed with her music), and now it’s here. I hope you enjoy this! lindathetree and billtherock are reader’s best friends! Aaaand we’re gonna change his outfit order for NYC. The blue vest set is now NYC I, and the red-striped candy cane jumpsuit is (still) NYC II—I mixed something up and was too lazy to change it lol. Attention: This is… a tad long. And not entirely proofread bc I still struggle with the pain management of my wisdom teeth removal rip

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yourinstagram I’m still in awe and stare in shameless wonder over this next milestone in my (relatively young and short) career as an artist. This was only possible because of you out there, who always enjoyed my little videos of lyric snippets, always urging me to write full songs and release them as such out into this world.

This is your triumph <3

And a huge thanks to Spotify for making my newest baby a bop!

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yourfan1 Witch deserves even more!!!

yourfan2 I’m 100% one of the 2,179 listeners because I have this masterpiece on repeat 24/7 🥰

lindathetree Yes, hello, it’s what you deserve, baby, had to say this, byyyyyye ❤️

↳ yourinstagram I love you, L 🥺❤️

↳ lindathetree luv yu 2 :*

Spotify It’s a pleasure to be part of your journey!

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billtherock It’s one of your best works, turtle. It’s only natural for it to gain the attention it deserves—AND YOU!

↳ yourinstagram Biiiiiill 🥺

↳ yourfan3 Get yourself friends like Bill and Linda.

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yourfan4 I discovered you over the for you page on both youtube and tiktok and have followed you ever since, and I am so immensely proud of you, YN. I feel like a very proud big brother right now, and I’m being very emotional over this post 🥺

↳ yourinstagram Oh my, love! Thank you so much. This really means the world to lil’ ol me (and I wouldn’t mind having a proud big brother) ❤️

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↳ yourfan4 Anytime, YN 🥰❤️

blurryh so damn proud of you, darling ❤️

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↳ yourinstagram ❤️❤️❤️

↳ yourinstagram It wouldn’t have been possible without your constant and loving support and help and reassurance, H <3

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↳ blurryh Bollocks, I was only rooting for you in the back ❤️ You did this perfectly on your own x

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ynfanpage My phone is so full of screenshots and videos of the beauty and grace, and talent that is YN LN; it should be mandatory for everyone in this world. Seeing her and her songs getting the attention they deserve makes my heart full. Our woman deserves nothing less ❤️

[yourinstagram]

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yourfan1 beautifully said!

yourfan2 +1

yourfan3 It was about time. She’s supposed to make BANK with her music because it’s this good.

↳ ynfanpage Totally. But I also don’t wanna see her leave the bookshop she is working at bc it’s my favorite part of the week to chat with her 👉🏻👈🏻

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↳ yourfan4 YOU ARE ONE LUCKY HUMAN???

↳ yourfan3 😦😦😦

yourinstagram I’m full-on blushing in the middle of a subway station 🫣

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↳ ynfanpage I won’t apologize for that! 🤭

lindathetree You’re not alone 👀😅

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usweekly Singer-songwriter Harry Styles was today seen in New York City on a stroll with a young woman, who fans suspect is newcomer singer-songwriter YN LN. Her latest song W.I.T.C.H. hit the 2 million listening mark on Spotify a few weeks ago and was named It’s a Bop on the music streaming service.

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yourfan1 😦😍

yourfan2 They know each other???? 🥹

hsfan1 Oh. I didn’t see that one coming

internet_troll Probably using him for fame.

internet_troll2 Not her. She is so untalented 💀

↳ internet_troll3 lol yeah. And she is DEFINITELY using him for fame, that b*tch

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hsfan2 I actually like what I see. She is a sweetheart! And their style match perfectly 🤭

↳ yourfan3 She really is! Just as Harry. Match made in heaven? 👀

↳ hsfan3 It seems 👀

internet_troll4 She should keep her hands off him—that’s my man.

↳ hsfan4 pathetic 🙄

hsfan5 I hope she isn’t using him, tho I don’t think she could do that bc she really is lovely.

harrystylesfanpage Uhm… YN is really good??? And the mv to W.I.T.C.H. is really aesthetically appealing? I like what I see (and hear). So, if the rumors are true, could we welcome her with open arms bc I think she is a Harrie on top of being talented af🖖🏽

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ynfanpage She actually is. She tried to save as much money as possible to go to every show in her area when he toured for the first time solo. And she knows every song by heart 😅

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↳ harrystylesfanpage That’s very interesting and good to know 👀

hsfan1 I found her while scrolling through Spotify a few months back, and I’ve been hooked ever since. So yeah, she is absolutely welcome here!

internet_troll1 You need to stop obsessing over this b*tch. She is using him, you blind idiot.

↳ harrystylesforever Just shut up 🙄

hsfan2 I like her. I like how happy Harry looked in those pap pics. So, I want her to be one of us.

billtherock Y’all are late to the party, but the party is still going! Welcome!

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yourfan1 People finally see how talented she is!

↳ internet_troll2 Fucking shut up. You can’t see talent even if it’s right under your nose 🤣

↳ yourfan1 And you spent an awful lot of time hating on people publicly even if you state you hate them. Logic? Nowhere to be seen.

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hsfan3 We will see if they both say something about the rumors or just laugh about us oblivious idiots xD

↳ hsfan4 Maybe the latter 😂

harrystyles Pretty flower ❤️

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hsfan1 Uhm… 👀

jefezoff HARRY

↳ harrystyles What?

↳ jefezoff … Take a very close look at your IG profile.

↳ harrystyles …Oooops.

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↳ yourinstagram 💀

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internet_troll1 Dear lord, she probably pushed him to post this so she can gain more followers 🤢

internet_troll2 Can’t believe this b*tch is this stupid. She will get so much hate lol 🤣

↳ harrystylesfanpage And from who? You? Nobody cares about you.

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hsfan2 Not sure if that was supposed to land here 😅

↳ yourfan1 Definitely not 🤭

lindathetree That’s my pretty bestie! Told you it would happen eventually, billtherock 😂

↳ billtherock Surprised it didn’t happen anytime sooner

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yourinstagram So, the entire world now knows what pictures you have of me.

↳ harrystyles Sorry, love x

↳ yourinstagram Mhm 👀

↳ harrystyles Ice cream to make it up to you? x

↳ yourinstagram You don’t have to make anything up to me, but I could never say No to ice cream 😚

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↳ yn_and_harry They are so soft for each other 🥹

↳ harry_and_yn You just CANNOT tell me that they don’t love each other. I saw them strolling through Central Park—if the entire world had seen how Harry looked at her and YN looked at him, nobody would question this relationship 😠❤️

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hsfan3 Will you be at his NYC shows??? yourinstagram 😍

↳ yourinstagram 100% YES! 🥳

↳ hsfan3 Would it be okay to talk to you if I happened to see you? 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ yourinstagram Of course, lovie 🥺❤️

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gemmastyles It’s surprising how long this didn’t happen. Jeff and I had a bet going on; no one wins now.

↳ jefezoff We didn’t have a bet. It was only a conversation about this particular topic.

↳ gemmastyles A conversation doesn’t end with the words “I bet” 😇

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yourinstagram Well… Someone 👀 spilled the tea, so: look at my handsome man.

I’ve always been immensely proud of you, but tonight, it’s something else. To see what you’ve achieved over the past years… Mindblowing. I love you to the moon and back, to the depths of the oceans and the wide of the world. Words can’t express my love for you, H. To 14 more incredible nights ❤️

[harrystyles]

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annetwist I love you, my two loves ❤️

↳ yourinstagram ❤️❤️❤️

↳ hsfan1 She has Anne’s blessing—haters can back off. Anne’s blessing is like the verification symbol on IG for this relationship.

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jefezoff I’m also very proud of him.

↳ yourinstagram I’m also very proud of YOU.

↳ jefezoff Oh, thank you. Thank you. That’s too kind 😇

↳ yourinstagram Mhm 👀

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↳ hsfan1 Jeff, the compliment hogger 😂

hsfan2 According to her post, I don’t believe they’re “new” 👀

↳ hsfan3 Having the same feeling over here 🥹

lindatherock And you didn’t bring me with you, hmpf.

↳ yourinstagram You told me that you had to work!!! I asked you numerous times 👀

↳ billtherock That’s very true, Linda.

↳ lindatherock Still: hmpf.

gemmastyles Where did you venture off now??? 😂

↳ yourinstagram Jeff wanted to show me something—turns out this something was Harry during his break 🤷🏼‍♀️❤️

↳ gemmastyles I’m gonna wait here for you then 👌🏻

↳ harry_and_yn And another Styles who obviously gave her blessing. Could we please stop giving these two a hard time now? Thank you.

yourfan1 So happy to see you this happy!

gemmastyles He is the happiest with you ❤️

(YN stood right next to me and didn’t do anything except for looking—that’s all it’s needed to make him smile like that. She is a keeper.)

[harrystyles, yourinstagram]

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hsfan1 Awwww 🥹 I love a happy!Harry

hsfan2 He looks so content with his life 😍

yourfan1 He makes her happy, she makes him happy - easy as that!

annetwist ❤️

yourinstagram Thank you, Gem 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

↳ gemmastyles I have to thank you, silly ❤️

mitchrowland There isn’t a chance you could bring some iced coffee with you? And maybe something sweet?

↳ gemmastyles YN already has that on her to-do list!

↳ pillowpersonpp A literal angel ❤️

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yourinstagram Is this a Harrie-approved show outfit? 🤔

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hsfan1 It’s giving fancy cowboy vibes 😍

hsfan2 APPROVED!

yn_and_harry He will love this!!!

lindathetree My pretty bestiiiiie ❤️

↳ yourinstagram my even more pretty bestiiiie ❤️

yourfan1 The beauty you are 😭❤️

↳ hsfan3 I envy Harry so much

blurryh Pretty girl ❤️

↳ yourinstagram Pretty boy ❤️

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hsfan4 Definitely approved. I love this! Where did you get that blouse???

↳ yourinstagram Uhm… American Eagle I think? 😅

↳ hsfan4 Finally something I can afford, YES! Love you!

↳ lindathetree She is an American Eagle biatch. Almost her entire closet consists of AE stuff 👌🏻

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harry_lambert You clearly never need me ❤️

↳ yourfan2 Harry L is here! 😱

↳ yourinstagram I could NEVER outdo your magic!

↳ harry_lambert Well, maybe you need to stop waving off my offers then!

↳ yourinstagram We’ll see 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ hsfan5 YN is so humble 🥺

harryismyman You’re so ugly, what does Harry see in you lol

harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City II. August, 2022.

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hsfan1 Who wants to bet that he looked at YN? 👀

↳ hsfan2 He definitely did

↳ hsfan3 Yeeeep. That’s the smile reserved for her ❤️

annetwist Enjoy it ❤️

yourinstagram 🥰❤️

↳ harrystyles Can’t wait to see you x

↳ yourinstagram Front and center—as always ❤️

↳ harrystyles That’s my girl x

↳ harrystylesfanpage I live for their love 🥹

harryismyman Please reply to my dm, love!

↳ hsfan4 🤦🏾🤦🏾🤦🏾

internetroll1 He deserves so much better than yourinstagram.

internetroll2 Could Harry just break up with this stupid yourinstagram girl?

;

“We have a problem,” Jeff spoke right next to her and scared the living shit out of YN, who was in deep conversation with a small group of lovely fans, already impatiently waiting for her boyfriend to appear. With a hand pressed to her jeans-clad chest, the woman turned and stared up at the manager with wide eyes. “Dear avocado, Jeff!” He gently got a hold of her arm and urgently pulled her with him while she waved the group with boas around their necks, an apologetic smile on her face. “What’s wrong? Did someone die?” The manager huffed and only stopped when they had arrived in one of the underground hallways of MSG. “Nobody died, but the supporting act got last minute sick.”

YN’s lips parted at that; her mouth formed a soft O, and blinking, she tried to understand the situation. “Okay…? Do you have a backup?” He shook his head slowly, but the expression in his eyes didn’t sit right with her. “Unless someone agrees to jump in,” he now said, and the young woman felt her heartbeat quicken. Jeff didn’t need to explain this further to her, her mind already spiraling at the thought alone of making an appearance on the big stage. So, she started to shake her head—slow at first, but with growing desperation and urgency. “No, no, no.” She moved both hands up; her head continued to move from left to right, fast enough to give her whiplash. “I can’t do this, Jeff. You know I adore you, but… no.”

He followed the young singer as she took several steps back and threw her a pleading look. “Why not, YNN? You are great! You are a great singer! This could be a possibility.” It was almost comical that he didn’t see the controversy lying in it, the potential extent of hate she could get when doing what he asked of her. “That’s exactly the point, Jeff! Imagine what they would think when suddenly it’s me who stands on that stage! A stage prepared for my immensely famous boyfriend. Just… just give this a five-second thought, and you’ll see why I can’t do this. They will all think the same—that-that I’m using him as a launching pad for my own career before throwing him in the trash can like a half-eaten hotdog. But that’s not true!”

YN felt panic bubbling inside her at the prospect of losing Harry over the hate of this fandom which would ultimately attack not only her but him as well. And she couldn’t possibly allow that to happen.

Jeff gently grabbed her shoulders and moved her to look at him. “I know that that’s not true. The band knows. His family knows. You know. Harry knows. Everyone that matters know how much you love each other and that this is not a PR stunt or PR relationship. Who cares what the world thinks?” YN took a deep breath. “They will hate me. I could never use a social media account ever again, Jeff. And you know how much I love to interact with my fans. I… I can’t put that at risk.” His head shake let her breath slow down more and more. “Your fans will know the truth. They always do, somehow. The haters will lose interest soon enough, you know how they behave over time. And think of all those people out there. Many of them already like you because you make Harry so happy, everyone can see it. Remember how they cheered last night when he tried to find you in the crowd, and they helped him to see you between them. That’s all that matters to most of them—that he is happy.”

She took another deep breath and blinked up at him, unsure what to do. “But what if I fail up there?” Jeff grinned. “You’re a blast on a stage. It’s your second home, YN. Do you really think you could fail up there?” Her anxiety screamed Yes, but the realistic part of her brain only shrugged its shoulders because she had always lived for the stages of this world—even if it only was an aisle between bookshelves in the bookshop she worked ever since starting at and graduating from college.

So, all she did was nod once, and Jeff grinned even wider before ushering her to the technicians to provide her with an earpiece and a microphone.

—

“Uhm… Jeff?” Harry’s voice called through the underground hallway as soon as his eyes spotted his manager. The brunette raised a dark brow at the singer, and Harry held his phone up. “D’you know where YNN is? She doesn’t react to any of my texts, and I thought we would meet here before I went out,” he explained the situation to him—the my girlfriend is kinda missing in action situation.

But Jeff couldn’t really say anything because, at this moment, a voice, followed by booming applause and cheers, echoed through the long hallways. “Hey, everyone!” Harry looked confused as hell as he heard YN’s voice multiplied by a microphone and the sound system of Madison Square Garden. “What’s happening now?” He was followed by his manager and some bodyguards as he just made his way upwards to stand right next to the pit. His eyes almost pop out at the sight of his gorgeous woman standing on the stage, a huge smile on her face.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you because clearly, I’m not Blood Orange.” A laugh runs through the audience. “There was a last-minute sickness call, but we only wish them the best, don’t we? Let them hear it!” The people cheered loudly at that, and YN smiled even more widely. “I’m pretty sure they heard it till the other side of the river! And so, this only leaves the question of if y’all don’t mind if I play the supporting act for tonight, so we can greet Harry properly later on. Would that be alright with y’all?” She moved the mic to direct it to the people in front and around her. His fans cheered loudly, and a laugh escaped YN. “I didn’t quite get you!” Another move of the mic and the audience screamed their encouragement. “I suppose that’s a Yes! Thank you. Don’t worry if you only know a few or any songs at all. We still can have a great time together!” YN turned to the band, and at the nod of the drummer, she held her thumb up and grinned brightly.

Harry stood in constant awe on his spot, almost ignoring his fans, of whom some had spotted the singer, but he was too enthralled by his woman upstage, owning it like she was born for it. And in his opinion, she had been born to do exactly this.

As the first tunes of W.I.T.C.H. echoed through the hall, many of the audience cheered loudly, and even Harry whistled and cheered alongside them. “She ain't out to get you, but she's better on your side,” YN sang, and then, the people sang the refrain with her. “And she don't wanna be anybody else - She's a woman in total control of herself.—Oh my, you know this song?!—It's such a wonder to be under her spell - What a woman, in total control of herself.”

The singer continued to watch in wonder and almost didn’t realize that Jeff had patted his shoulder. “We need to get you ready,” his manager told him, and Harry reluctantly followed him, always throwing a look over his shoulder to see his girl glowing up there.

harrystyles Thank you for stepping in, my love. I’m so damn proud of you. This is your moment! x

[yourinstagram]

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gemmastyles What a banger!! Whoever that is, we all need to listen to her songs more often 👀👀👀

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↳ yourinstagram Geeeeeeem 🙈

↳ gemmastyles 😘🥰

↳ hsfan1 🥹

hsfan2 Best supporting act!!!

mitchrowland 🥳❤️

pillowpersonpp That’s my girl! 👸🏼

yourfan1 She seriously is born to do exactly this!

↳ hsfan3 Def! She was SO good upstage

internettroll1 💀💀💀💀

internettroll2 Untalented, ugly, unworthy of him 🤪

internettroll3 I just checked her social media accounts—she gained SO many new followers. Can’t tell me she isn’t dating him for precisely this.

internettroll4 Youre still my man, Harry. Leave this b*tch.

—harrystyles turned off comments for this post—

harrystyles My tired loves x

I always was very grateful for my fans and how we handle things on social media as individuals. But lately—actually, ever since my relationship got public knowledge—hateful comments have pooled here, and I will not tolerate a single word filled with hatred, especially if it’s directed toward this angel of a woman who makes me the happiest. I don’t want to exclude you, my longtime fans and supporters, from this part of my life after I finally feel comfortable enough to share this with you willingly. So, could we treat people with kindness again?

Thank you, x H.

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harrystylesfanpage Wow, you did it, people. You made him so upset that he needed to call y’all’s bullshit out 😠

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↳ hsfan1 I’m so sad🥺 She is the loveliest human being and doesn’t deserve all this hate

harrystylesforever True fans will protect you both!

ynfanpage Poor babies 😭❤️

hsfan2 They have a cat together 😭

↳ yourfan1 Everything screams for a long-term relationship. Can’t tell me otherwise.

annetwist ❤️

gemmastyles 😞❤️

hsfan3 Those haters never were true fans 🤬❤️

lindathetree Me and billtherock are very thankful that you take such good care of her and protect her from all that ❤️

↳ harrystyles It’s my duty x

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yn_and_harry We love you two! What’s your guys' cat’s name? She is such a pretty bean 🥺❤️

↳ yourinstagram Her name is Juniper, but we barely call her that. She probably wouldn’t react to it anyway

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↳ yn_and_harry That’s normal 😅❤️

yourfan1 I’m so sorry you got so much hate, yourinstagram But Harry is there for you, obviously! ❤️

yourinstagram I love you.

↳ harrystyles I love you more x

↳ yourinstagram Nope, not possible ❤️

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I’m not sure what I think about this one, but hey, it’s here, and I’m excited to read what y’all think. Hope you liked it <3 As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

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fategoflatass · 3 months

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So, I posted not to long ago my honest surprise to this whole endeavor that delevoped right before my own two eyes. Wanted to post my thoughts (?) on it earlier, but today's the day my Internet company decided to be crappy once again, so yeah.

Just as a heads up: I ramble a lot, and I love writing. Beware of that.

As he said those first lines, let me tell you: I was screaming. Albeit not too much, since I'm used to these kind of scenes to be interrupted rather sooner than later, so I kept my expectations where I could see them. Even then, I was enjoying myself quite a lot.

It's just, them, you know? Like, there this trope (?) that I love where a character whose true self is restrained due to reasons gets to be themselves around this one person or these group of people. Trope that, clearly, applies with these two losers. No wonder I'm so attached to them, huh? I also love losers, but that's beyond the point.

The moments where Jinshi gets to be himself whenever Maomao's around always give me such fuzzy feelings in my chest. Is like reading snippets of a high school romcom's script, you know? And I love high school romcoms! They have that tad of awkwardness proper of their age that always makes me go aw. Or at least the good ones do.

Something that happens to me with this LN is that, and I don't know what the author does but, I always feel like I'm part of these scenes? Like, I'm present. And it can be endearing, but turn awkward as soon as things go wild like here. Nothing wrong with that though: he's a twenty-year-old dude whose teenage hormones have never been satisfied, being the closest he's ever been to his first love, you know what I mean? He's wilding, and I'm not here to judge him on that.

But yeah, my man's head over heels and here he either falls on the most comfortable mattress or crashes against the concrete floor.

At this moment, I had already banished from existence. Her finally realizing (or allowing herself to realizing) his true feelings is something I've been waiting for for so long it's insane! Now, that doesn't mean that what awaits us from now on are butterflies and rainbows—they're angsty, so it could get worse. Call me pessimistic, I don't care. I won't believe in the progress I so long for until I see it.

Now, I talked before (and I'll do it again later on) about her denial on their situation, the possibility of them being a thing and all that, so let's focus on loserboy instead.

I get it that he's just so damn tired of this bullshit, yet I highly doubt this is the proper way to deal with things? Either way, he seems to have enjoyed it way too much. Could this be considered a kink awekening? Because if so, he and his European toad should be sent to horny jail ASAP. He's too much of a menace for anyone to handle, I'm telling you.

I've nothing to say here, unless you wanna hear me scream for the tenth time?

I mean, can you blame him? Even when he's such a popular guy among the ladies (as she mentioned earlier in the epilogue), none of them can satisfy that rooted need that he has—to have a person by his side who seems him for who he truly is and doesn't judge him for that. Someone who's able to see beyond his looks, even if they're so blindingly attractive is humanly impossible.

And once he believed to have found that someone, of course he never let go. He couldn't care less about their difference in status, because what's so wrong to want to be genuinely happy for once in your life? Is it so wrong if they don't share something so insignificant when it comes to love with you?

Maybe not for him, even thought that'd bring him the discredit of his peers (not like he cares that much about that, though)—but for someone who's constantly avoiding trouble and thus would like to pass as unnoticed as possible? Yes. A lot, may I add.

Not like he cares much, though. His intentions are clear: he's gonna jump on a pool that at first seems dry as hell, hoping for some water to make its presence and muffle his fall.

I'm sorry, but that last line sent me.

But even then,

‼‼‼

BRUH IT HAPPENED

LOVED THIS VOLUME 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND

#the apothecary diaries #kusuriya no hitorigoto #knh spoilers #to you who told me about volume five #you were right #i so needed to read this omg #i'm sad though because this means i'm halfway through the ln #hope they confirm three consecutive 24 ep seasons whenever s1 ends

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brrrkdslek · 8 months

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QUADRILATERAL LOVE!

✦ 038 ⎯ KIDNAPPING POOKIE XOXO👹

you punched the wall of the bathroom stall multiple times, groaning in anger, only stopping when your knuckles began to burn with an angry red colour spread across them. taking a deep breath, you put on a nice smile and shoved your phone in your pocket, still hearing it vibrate while going back out to your members, readying to get on stage.

hanni attached herself to your side excitedly as she rambled on about the performance and the cool decor that was on stage waiting for them. she goes to intertwine her fingers with yours, you swat her hand away while hissing at the contact with your knuckles, staring as the blood drips from it.

"ah, unnie! are you okay?" she grabbed a few pieces of tissues from the desk and dabs at the wound, "i'm so sorry, should i call-" "no-! i mean, no, don't call anyone," you flash her a small smile, "i'm totally fine." hanni only frowned as she dug into her bag, pulling out a roll of bandage.

she didn't bother fighting you since she knew you were responsible enough to take care of yourself. although, the girl was still a tad bit worried. "aren't you supposed to do a handstand on stage?" she dabbed some medicine on the wound, "yeah, it's fine." you ruffle her hair with your free hand, "i'll manage, i always do."

she swatted your hand away playfully, "okay, be careful though." she plants a tiny kiss on your knuckles as she finishes wrapping the bandage, "there! now, it'll be healed in no time!" she smiled as you giggled at her antics. hanni never failed to make you feel better, even if she didn't know it.

the performance went surprisingly smoothly, although you did see the wound start bleeding through the bandage again after your handstand, but luckily no one noticed since your performance outfits for the comeback were all in bright red.

you and the members stood side by side as the mcs began announcing the winners on the large tv. hanni squeezed your good hand in hers as you all watched the numbers rise along with the other groups.

finally, the numbers tallied and STARLETZ had won as the total points of your group exceeded the other by two thousand points! the girls hugged and cheered as confetti popped everywhere.

after the show, you all descended backstage, resting. you quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, taking another roll of bandage from hanni's bag secretly before going.

upon entering the bathroom, you look down to see the blood starting to drip down to your fingers. blood seeping through the bandage as your hand shook slightly. you sighed while discarding the bloodied bandage and washed the blood away under the sink, wincing at the stinginess.

gently patting your hand on your pants, you began wrapping your knuckle in the new roll of bandage, eyebrows furrowing at the stinging pain. maybe you shouldn't have been so violent, but how could you not? when your entire family was out to get you.

you knew how traditional your family was ever since you were young. you had found out that your father had left because of the pressure of being unable to have a boy, which was not his fault, of course.

in the ln's tradition, if one could not bear a firstborn male, they are cursed because of their wrongdoings in their past lives. and your mother was labeled as one of them. she ended up being tossed away from the family, only keeping her at an arm's length because of you, her daughter.

even though you were a girl, you were incredibly intelligent and beautiful. the elders thought it was a waste that your mother became crazy and didn't educate you properly, hence your current profession.

when your mother had broken the news to your father, he was devastated and decided to leave her without a word, sending her into turmoil. she began to resent her family so much, which was why she began to beat you. disappointed that you weren't a boy, that you ruined her life, that you ruined the family line.

unbeknownst to you, she had met up with your father out of coincidence a few years after, unexpectedly bearing another child. her psychotic tendencies came back upon giving birth to a healthy boy. a boy. why is it now that the universe handed him a boy? why not then? why not when things were still developing nicely?

she began to hate him too. beating him most days, if you weren't there. you shivered upon remembering the horrid thing she did when you ran away, she stabbed you. well, not stab. she just left a large and long scar along your back.

she had grabbed a knife and threatened to kill you if you didn't stay. of course, you shielded your brother, having him leave first as you faced off your mother.

you distracted her for a few seconds and tripped her as you bolted to the door where boomi's figure slowly became smaller and smaller, relieving you.

suddenly your back burned with a strong stinging pain, bringing you to your knees. you sobbed as she dragged the knife down your back, thankfully not deep.

you still remember carrying the boy to a nearby hospital, how every step you took felt like a knife to your muscles. every breath you took brought pain to your chest; every sob that left your mouth bringing pain to your eyes.

your thought were interrupted when a knock was heard from the door, "yn, come out! ateez is here to congratulate us!" quickly putting on a smile, you answered chaewon with an 'okay!' before going out of the bathroom.

loudness overtaking you as the boys and girls chatted amongst each other, bahiyyih looked over to you. "there she is, our ace!' she patted your back, "what are you doing in the bathroom for so long? did you take a dump-" you flicked her forehead, "don't be stupid, i was fixing up." she giggled and threw an arm around your shoulder, dragging you to the centre where everyone was chatting.

"here's our ace!" bahiyyih smiled in victory as she shoved you between san, mingi and wooyoung on the couch. you stiffen as you look up at the girl, giving her a 'are you serious?' look, wooyoung squealed and rubbed against your arm, "my nn! you were so cool on stage, i almost died when you did that handstand!"

laughing at his words, you shrugged it off, "it isn't a big deal, really. i'm pretty familiar with the move so i'm not worried." you began chatting with the three boys around you as a phone next to san vibrated, "uh, yn?" you looked over mingi and answered, "yes?" he looked at the screen before giving you the phone, "it's yours, right? someone has been calling you nonstop..."

you felt your blood boil when you saw eunji's phone number pop out on your phone. quickly ignoring the call, you shove the phone into your back pocket, muttering a string of curses. "who is that?" mingi asked, "nobody, really." your eyes looked deadly for a second before turning into crescents as you smiled at the boy.

the three boys shared a few skeptical looks at you and each other as you typed away on your phone. after a while, you fell asleep and your head landed on wooyoung's shoulder to your right.

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maomao9jinshi · 16 days

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[APOTHECARY DIARIES LIGHT NOVEL3 ]MANGA

Gaoshun: This paper mad crisp.😂😂

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norrisleclercf1 · 7 months

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TW: RANT ABOUT HATE ON LN

I'm so tired of people hating on Lando because Daniel was treated shitty at McLaren. Just look at them, Lando and Daniel are still good friends. Lando isn't responsible for his team's actions. He's forever grateful for McLaren for giving him a chance this early in his career and he's actually is their golden boy but he definitely didn't do anything that makes him worth to be hated this much. Yet now people drag him even more because his rookie teammate won A SPRINT before him. Yes, 2021 wasn't Maclaren's best year and Lando felt like Suzuka P2, P3 was more meaningful because they really fought for that while in Monza he felt like he got LUCKY because Max and Lewis DNFed. The drivers who probably could've taken P2 away from him. Also, asking for team orders. He's proven already what a gap he can create between him and Oscar. He just doesn't want to waste time and tyres overtaking his teammate while letting others overtake them both or at least one of them. The switch gave both Mclarens a chance to be on the podium. Lastly, "Lando couldn't be Max's teammate, just look at him letting emotions take over" after Qatar quali when he went from P2 to P10. Saying shit like this like Max himself wasn't there pushing Ocon and being all moody after getting P2. Lando's a human, just listen to his radio, he blames himself and none other. He wants to win so bad and dropping 8 places last minute wasn't in his plans. Let him breath ffs. He's had a really good second hand of a season, ofc he's gonna be irritated by smth like this. It's not like he's driving Max's RB19. He isn't a shitty driver because he makes mistakes. Overall, that's the thrill of this sport isn't it? Make a mistake and you'll face the consequences immediately. F1 races wouldn't be a tad bit interesting if everybody drove like Max, clean and smooth, with their engines.

Yes, you can not like the driver that's completely fine. But that doesn't mean you can keep constantly verbally assaulting Lando for everything other than breathing.

I'm proud of Mclaren no matter who wins, but the crazy amount of hate I have seen about Lando and how Lando will never win and already a washed up driver. Lando's day is coming and so is Oscar's and for many more for them! They have a really great car and team and we need to watch them closely. People will judge, they always do. Just the balance of the world, but I hope Lando believes in himself more he'll be crazy amazing. Can't wait to watch them.

#anon asks

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purplemninja · 5 months

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how do you feel about the autistic six headcannon?

Yay! My first ask! Thank you for sending me a question!

As for your question:

I'm not too sure how to feel about the headcanon of Six being autistic, and I don't believe that she's autistic, but a part of me feels like the autistic Six headcanon is a tad bit overused.

Everyone is entitled to their own headcanons, I just find this one being used a bit too often. I remember seeing a post about how Six may have some aversion to sound (which ties into her being autistic) and they used the scene from the 2017 comics when the Ferryman and Guests point at Six and she clutches her pain and grits her teeth. They say that there's a lot of sound going on in that scene, which is why Six curls down in distress, but I disagree because there aren't any visual clues that there's a lot of noise, like comics would draw lines to visually show loud sound, but there isn't any.

And speaking of that scene, from my old post called "Six suffers from 2 types of trauma, not just 1" (where most of what I said in it honestly still holds up 2 years later) I personally believe that one of Six's biggest fears is being kidnapped. I counted that throughout the entire LN series, Six got kidnapped a total of at least 5 times (6 if the 2017 comics are canon. I even made a meme about it some time ago).

First being when she got taken to the Nest (given that she hides in places where the inhabitants of the house wouldn't be able to find her or get, and she wanted to escape, I'm pretty sure she wasn't there at will).

Second time was by the Hunter, third was by the Bullies, fourth time by Thin Man, fifth time by the Ferryman (if the 2017 comics are canon) and sixth time by Roger (if the 2017 comics are not canon, then it's the fifth time instead. I initially didn't count that instance as a kidnapping, but when @haemosexuality counted it as Six being kidnapped, I counted it too).

I'm sure you've heard of the belief that Six suffers from Survivor's Guilt and PTSD, I firmly believe it too, especially when Six shows practically all of the textbook symptoms. I'm not sure if Six does have amnesia or not, but given that she was kidnapped 4 times by the time she encounters the Ferryman, I believe that she clutches her head, grits her teeth and curls down because she can already see that she's about to be kidnapped again, something that she's already heavily traumatised from.

I don't think that that scene has anything to do with sound. In LN1, when you have to push a cart over a pipe that has steam leaking out if it, if you get Six close enough to the steam (but not close enough for it to kill her), she'll cover her ears, same with when Mono walks on the keys of the piano after he and Six stomp it through the floor. But I don't think this is specifically because of autism, I'm pretty sure it's simply because of loud or awful sounds. Like if someone plays an instrument and they play it terribly, you'd want to stop listening to it, and I don't think anyone really likes listening to loud noise like steam leaking out of a pipe.

I had an aversion to loud sounds when I was a kid, such as fireworks, dogs barking and balloons popping. I got used to fireworks when I was around 9 years old (bit ironic since Six is 9), I don't know when I got over the loudness of dog barks, but it was somewhere in my teens (and our dog, who was a greyhound, definitely helped (greyhounds very rarely bark)), I can handle balloons popping better now, but I still prefer to avoid balloons. I'm not autistic, and not liking loud or certain sounds isn't an autism-exclusive trait.

I don't understand fully how autism works, I just know about getting upset over certain sounds, patterns or norms being changed suddenly, and difficulties with certain social interactions, but I don't think you need to be autistic to have some these traits. And I don't think Six really has any of these traits either.

TL;DR: I don't think Six has autism but people are free to headcanon her as being autistic, I just think it, and the headcanon of her being neurodivergent (not sure if it's the same thing or not), are a bit overused :/ (please don't kill me).

#little nightmares #little nightmares six #six #six little nightmares #little nightmares headcanons #my first ask!#I'm nervous that people might kill me for thinking this headcanon is overused #or that I might have gotten some info about autism incorrect #please don't judge me #in case you're curious about the dog I mentioned #his name was Axel and he had to be put down in 2014 due to a brain tumour that caused him repeated fits that eventually made him go blind #and there was also something wrong with his liver (I don't know the specifics of that)#it was kinder to put him down as it didn't look like it was going to get any better for him #And Axel's death was the longest I've cried about anything in my life #RIP Axel #please do send me more asks #I want to do more answering ask posts

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Maybe

By 🌙

Warnings: mention of murder and killing.

Who?: Yandere Wilbur x YN

Requests: Nope!

What is this Moon?: this is the start to my new series! This is my apology letter for not being as active!

Are you available for requests?: Yes and No. You can send but it might not get done. :(

Anything else?: YBF (your best friend)

Side notes?: This is gonna become my new series so i hope you guys enjoy!

“Maybe im stupid for killing him.Maybe I’m stupid for even thinking that i could do it without getting caught! But that doesn’t matter! We can still be in love! Just give me a chance!”

“You’re crazy…”

“Oh but, my love im not!”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

She started to walk backwards slowly, but as she stepped back, i’d step forward.

“No! I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t replace me!”

“So you decided to kill him?!?”

“Well, in lack of better words, yes!”

“You’re insane!”

“Psh.”

“I don’t get it! Replace you in what, Wil?!?”

“Well my darling,” i placed my hand on her soft cheek before sliding down my hand. Oh how the color of blood suited her.

“I just wanted to make sure you would never replace my love.”

She stepped away from my touch,

“I cant believe you did this.”

“Darling-“

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!”

“Darling please.” I walked in a slow pace as she walked frantically, “You’re overreacting!”

“Overreacting?!? You just killed someone!”

I sighed in exhaustion. We’ve already been over this! It was for my love and nothing else. And frankly if she doesn’t like that…

“Maybe i Should kill you to my love!”

She stopped in shock. Her eyes widened in such a lovely way.

“WHAT?!?” -Her voice screeching

I hummed to myself.

“If you don’t want to love me for what I’ve done, which i see as a reasonable thing to do, i should just kill you! Plus you already know about this and i don’t really want to go to jail.”

“Wait…”

“I’ll give you 15 seconds my love.”

“Wil please!”

“15…14…”

“WILLIAM!”

“Fine i’ll cut it short!”

She turned around as i pulled out my gun.

“1.”

Gunshot

———————

“Yeah i’m not gonna do that.”

“Awe c’mon! Its just a dare!”

“Yeah but i don’t know him.”

“That’s the point! Now go!”

“GO YN! RUN!”

“Huh?”

“Girl, i said go!”

“Oh yeah.”

“You good YN?”Her face darkened and her voice suddenly became hushed.

“Yeah i think so.”

“Good!” She exclaimed, going back to normal, “Now go!”

“Uh-“

She pushed me all across the room before deciding to sit me right next to the new kid.

He was tall, as most boys are in high school, and he was handsome. He had brown curly hair that had some sort of fluff to it, along with some dusky brown eyes. He wore a plain button-up shirt with black pants. All this pared with some nice doc martins with burgundy socks.

He was a handsome fellow! But would I ever admit that? Probably not!

As i stared at him, he stared right back. Well, kind of.

He stared at me, to YBF, and right back at me.

“M’k see ya!” YBF ran right across the room all the way to the restroom. Leaving me with New Kid.

We stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds before i made the first move.

“So uhhhh…”

He turned around to continue walking before i stopped in front of him.

“My name’s YN LN!”

He gave me a cold stare.

“What’s your name New Kid?”

“William.”

“Willaim?”

He stared into my eyes, “Yeah.”

“Are you from Britain?”

“Uh-“

“You have a pretty accent!”

“Thanks. You’re in my class aren’t you? Why don’t you know my name?”

“Well, what class are you in?”

“The one that had Mrs. Burn for 1st period.”

“Oh yeah that’s my class.”

He gave me a disapproving look which meant i needed to apologize.

“Im sorry! I don’t really pay attention you know.”

He stared at me a tad bit more. He gives me an eery feeling that even i can’t pinpoint. Next thing I know the bell rung and the headmaster yelled at us.

“Break’s done! C’mon!”

All the kids started running in a regular stampede.

“Imma call you New Kid.”

“Please no.”

YBF waved me over and it was my signal to go.

“Bye New Kid!”

“My name is William!”

I skipped away as he yelled at me before meeting YBF by my locker.

“How was the new kid?”

I pulled out books for my next period,

“Weird.”

“Eh.” She shrugged, “Expected.”

“Second day of school and we are already off to a bad start.”

She fake gasped, putting her hand on her chest hardly as if she couldn’t breath,

“Why would you say that?!?”

“Well, we weren’t prepared for the rain, we can barely open our lockers, and that New Kid is already not a fan if us.”

I put the last book in my bag and closed my locker. YBF put her hands down in a miserable way that I couldn’t explain.

“I’m just trying to have fun YN! And its not like I can control the rain.” Her face scrunched up and her hands hit her hips.

“I don’t know what that New Kid did to you but you’re acting different.”

I sighed and put my backpack over my shoulder. When i turned around she blocked me from moving anywhere besides in front of her.

I took a deep sigh before looking at her eyes.

“I’m sorry YBF. I don’t know what’s gotten over me.”

I paused and wiggled my way through her and skipped a bit more.

“Here! Lets skip in the rain.”

“Nuh Uh! I just curled my hair this morning!” She exclaimed.

I ran to her and grabbed her hand.

“YN!?” She paused for a second, “YN!!!”

I ran into the rain with her in hand. I giggled and splashed in some puddles.

“Ugh YN!!!” She whined and opened her umbrella.

“You’re so annoying!”

“Psh! You’re fine! C’mon lets go to class.”

“Fine. But if you do that again i will personally kill you.”

“Oh pish posh.” I swayed my hand in the air. “You love me!~”

“Nope.”

“Yup!”

She stopped talking and looked at me, annoyed, “Just a little.”

I waved her off in a knowing way and walked to my next class, separating ways from YBF.

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