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eluxcastar · 10 months

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This is so silly: Fatui Harbingers receiving a bouquet of flowers from their shy s/o?

Harbingers receiving a gift from their s/o

── ୨୧：harbingers x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: it's exactly what's written on the tin but with a side of me being off my head again

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader

୨୧﹑words :: 950

I'm so in love with the requests that let me answer them like a crackhead. but also I'm so sorry to the anons who want me to be serious I've just got the sillies. I spent the entire time calling it a pot until I realised the thing I was actually referring to is a vase and had to go back and change it all

if you're wondering where the shy part went, it was lost to this phenomenon called "I can't read" and by the time I realised it said that I was already done. I feel like this is the second time it's happened.

Alright usual order Tartaglia first. I'll be honest; I have no clue. Like, I literally left his here just saying, "Alright usual order", because what the FUCK would he do. He doesn't seem like a flower person, but also it being his s/o changes that so much because his s/o might make him a flower person. You could guess his favourite colour is yellow and suddenly it's yellow because he's so normal for you. He didn't even like flowers, but omg, you got him flowers. These are his new favourite flowers ever kinda thing.

Next is Arlecchino (more food is coming I promise), and tbh, I feel like she'd enjoy receiving flowers. It's not an overly flashy gift, and it probably took a lot for you to go out of your way to get that for her, let alone give it to her. She appreciates that you would get her a gift at all because receiving gifts feels nice sometimes. You can have a kiss for your flowers.

Third would be Pantalone, whose I kinda answered. Flowers are a gift, and honestly, I love the idea that as long as the gifts have sentimental value, that's what he'll treasure the most. He's gonna display those in his nicest vase for people to see. Why would you be nervous about that? The thought of what people think of them? No need. Nobody critiques his decor and means it. They know better.

La Signora would appreciate them, but they gotta be nice, yk? And like, you've gotta pay attention. There's no point if you just get whatever's available. Does she like those kinds of flowers? Do they smell nice? Compliment their surroundings? It's in the details that say you care because, to her, it means you were paying enough attention to consider it for what is a very standard gift for many people.

I did Scara then realised I forgot Sandrone omg anyway flowers, she would love those in her own silly little way. They're nice, and it's so cute that you went to the effort that she might just smile at you. She's 100% gonna keep those to herself and just stare at them for a while because someone got her a gift (this basically never happens) (if it did who the fuck are they?? unimportant 🙄)

Aight we got Scaradouche. Firstly no way this man is going to let you immediately know you got him a gift he likes. Flowers? That's such a girly present to give someone 🙄🙄 (They'll be in a pot on his dresser within the hour). He wouldn't usually want flowers, but since you already went and got them, he'll just have to. Just a little, I think he'd be losing it on the inside, kinda like when someone says they're so normal about something, and you know they're fucking lying. Like that

I totally missed Pulcinella last time, so he can get some flowers now. Honestly, I can see why I forgot him. I probably intended to do him but didn't have an idea and was like, "I'll come back to it", then got hit with this thing called filthy liar syndrome. Old people like flowers so he'd be happy with that, something nice to add some colour to a room or something Idk I'm not old (I'M SORRY I'LL BE SERIOUS). Some of you have no grandfather OR father you just like me fr so I'll throw in for y'all that he'd be proud of you for picking out such a nice gift and acquiring it of your own accord (which you are capable of) because it must've been difficult to get past the initial conversation starter problem.

Already off that train, we're finally at Capitano. I can't say for sure cause he has two lines but tbh, he seems like he'd like it. You can have a nice pat on the head and everything cause aww you went to all that effort just for him? That deserves a nice cuddle ❤️

Columbina thinks of it like anything else you do, more confused as to what the occasion is than anything and not very sure what provoked you to do this, but she accepts it and thanks you nonetheless because she still does like it. She just also wants to know what you're doing and why, but she's satisfied with the answer that you just wanted to and cuts you off before the apologies if she doesn't like it.

What the fuck did you get Dottore flowers for?? Like, what would he do with them?? That's awkward. He'll take them off your hands, but after that, he kinda just 🧍 because what else does he do? He can look at them and sit them somewhere, but like they have no purpose. The effort is nice. He probably doesn't want these again tho unless he can use them for something. You'll get a thanks, but like he's kinda bad at hiding that he's got no idea what to do with it. Get him some flowers that are useful rather than decorative maybe?

We are at Pierro, and I think it's a bit of a mix. On the surface, he may seem like he doesn't want them and only accepts them to save your feelings but secretly treasures them ❤️ I like the idea of him being sentimental toward his s/o because something about it is just cute. It also matches the vibe, like, he's got a very closed-off exterior that you are used to that's meant to hide that adorable and undeniably vulnerable interior that really, really loves you and all of the things you do for him.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months

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okay, I haven't done this yet, but I want to know if I WOULD be the asshole in this situation.

Bath and Body Works is going out of business in Canada (where I live), and seeing as it was the main place I'd get gifts for my mom and grandma (the closest Bath and Body Works to them is over an hour's drive away so getting a nice candle or body wash from there was a rare treat), I picked up a candle for my grandma there while I was getting stuff for my mom for Mother's Day so that this way I could give it to her for her birthday in September. it even has elephants on it! (they're my grandma's favourite animal)

however, shortly after I bought this, I learned from my grandma that her bout of Covid about four months ago has left her still unable to smell anything at all. a scented candle now seems like the worst possible gift I could give her because it's one purpose - smelling nice - is something she can no longer experience, and I know she's decluttering right now in preparation for a move in a year or two's time, so she wouldn't want another useless item in her house.

the problem is, I can't just give this candle to someone else in my family instead, because they all know my grandma adores elephants (she has a rather large collection of elephant figures and even a decent chunk of the decor in her home is elephant-themed) and would probably realize very quickly that it was a gift meant for her being regifted to them, which feels rude to me. there is a chance that my grandma's sense of smell might come back in the next few months, but it isn't a guarantee and I don't want to hold onto something I might not be able to gift to anyone ever.

so it should be noted that I adore scented candles. I like bathing by candlelight, so I go through a lot of them. and I've been very tempted to use the candle I originally bought as a gift, since there's a solid chance I'll never be able to give it to it's intended recipient. I feel kind of like a jackass using something that was supposed to be a gift? but this thing feels like it's taunting me, sitting on my bookshelf, waiting to be used. no one outside from me knows I originally got it for my grandma, either.

tl;dr - would I be the asshole for using something that was meant to be a gift for someone I discovered later can't actually use it? or am I just overthinking this?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #reddit

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catt-leya · 1 year

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Devoted || Rick Grimes 18+

Sooo subby Rick was asked by a lot of people and I felt the need for an obsessed Ricky and one part of that story might be my favourite ever 👉🏼👈🏼💗

Summary: Rick is giving you presents and is shy to talk to you properly until he asks you out for dinner.

Trigger: subby Rick (at least more than in my usual fics for me he can't be completely submissive), praise kink, throat fucking, dirty talk and my smutty stuff

You hand your best friend the next board as she reaches out for it from above.

Snorting, she pulls it toward her on the roof she's sitting on, and all you hear is her voice: "I'll be done in a minute."

Waiting, you put your head back and try to see exactly what she's doing.

Before the world ended, she built a lot of things in her parents' garage and is generally extremely handy, which is why she was asked to fix the roof and so has been standing in the blazing sun for some time, and you hand her a board or a tool every time she needs it.

You hear her move something on the roof and then call out to you, "I don't know who built this before, but it sucks to fix it."

Chuckling, you shake your head, "And I know for a fact that you enjoy it."

Reluctantly, she hums in agreement, and that's when you hear a soft clearing of your throat behind you.

You flinch and whirl around.

Your nose almost collides with a huge bouquet of flowers, "What the-?"

Your gaze travels up over the pretty flowers to a pair of blue eyes staring at the flowers, not even daring to look at you.

Behind you, you hear a loud "Oh" and quickly look behind you to see if anything has happened to your friend, but she just looks over the edge of the roof and grins down at you from both ears as your counterpart clears his throat softly again and you give him your attention again.

Still he doesn't look at you and you frown, "Rick?"

He closes his eyes and you see very clearly how he blushes as he continues to hold the flowers out to you, "Here, for you."

It's not like him to be so...shy and you are completely confused as to why he's so shy about giving them to you, you reach for the stems and accept the flowers.

Immediately he lets go of them and it is the first time he looks at you.

His cheeks are still flushed and he steps from one foot to the other as you smile gratefully at him, "Thank you Rick. You're really beautiful."

His eyes dart over your face, "You-" He closes his mouth and then looks back down at the floor, "You're welcome."

He's tucked his longer curls carefully behind his ears, and yet he brushes them back even though it wouldn't be necessary at all, and you reach out your free hand to place it on his arm.

You have to suppress a soft giggle as he flinches as hard as if you'd electrocuted him and ask, "Where did you find them anyway? There aren't any flower meadows around here that grow such pretty ones."

Through his lashes he looks into your face and opens his lips to answer, that's when Daryl walks past you and because he heard your question he suddenly feels the need to answer it, "No shit, kid. He made me go with him to a fucking other country to get the flowers. At least that's what it felt like."

Calmly, you look back up at your leader, who has his head pulled in so far that he looks much smaller than he actually is, and that's when your best friend calls out, "Oh remember the chocolate, Daryl? He almost died getting it for her. How many walkers did he kill in the process? 10? 20? Oh, I don't know, all I know is I figured you'd end up giving yourself an arrow so you wouldn't have to see it."

You don't take your eyes off Rick and keep your hand on his arm as he bites his lower lip and Daryl stops to yell to your friend on the roof, "Fuck yeah and the books a few weeks ago? I had to spend hours on the fucking couch at the library so he could bring them for her and shit, I don't think I've ever been to one before."

Every time Rick has been out, he's brought you something you might like, and every time he's presented it like it was no big deal.

You hear your friend giggling and you can't stand to see Rick like that, so you take a step forward and stand on your tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

If it's possible, he only blushes more and then mumbles, as he does every time, "It was no big deal."

You squeeze his arm and then let go to put distance between you as your friend from above starts again, "Oh my god and that one time-" Quickly you interrupt her so it doesn't get any more awkward for Rick, "It's fine. We get it."

You can tell by the look on Rick's face when he gets his act together.

He takes a deep breath, clears his throat, and then straightens back up to his full height. He's still avoiding your gaze, but the way his gorgeous blue eyes light up as he looks up at your friend on the roof makes you wish he'd look at you the same way.

His voice is low and the blush slowly drains from his face as he lifts his chin slightly cockily and asks, "How are the repairs going?"

He is completely in the leader role and is respected by all and perhaps somewhat idolized by you.

You clutch the flowers he gave you while your eyes slide over his face and briefly linger on his Adam's apple as he notices you staring at him and he swallows hard.

His Adam's apple bounces up and down and as your thoughts drift to how you'd love to run your tongue down his throat, you tear your gaze away from him and look as he does to your friend who is wiping sweat from her face, "I'll be done in a minute."

Rick grumbles in agreement and then joins Daryl to head to the armory.

You stand there staring at the flowers in your hand as you hear a soft voice from above, "You do realize he has a crush on you right?"

Sighing, you look up at the roof at your friend, "Nonsense. He's just being nice to me."

Instead of finishing the roof, she lies flat on her stomach and dangles her hands down, "Sure, that's why he can barely look you in the eye and blushes so hard."

She points her hand in the direction the men went: "And just between you and me. That doesn't look very healthy, the way his cheeks are turning bright red. No shit, I thought he was just going to fall over when you kissed his cheek."

You've already noticed that Rick is softer with you than he is with others, and maybe a little more affable, but in life you wouldn't think that he somehow likes you more or has a crush on you.

It just doesn't make sense, so you just shrug, "Maybe, he just doesn't know how to act around me. He probably just finds it easier with others."

"Yaha, because he's totally into you and he's damn bad at expressing it in no uncertain terms. I mean the guy is sex on two legs and knows how to get people to do what he wants. His orders are taken and he exudes pure dominance and confidence. Well, except when he gives you flowers and seems like a 16-year-old who can barely touch you without getting a boner right away." She gestures with her hands, which looks so hilarious from your perspective that you have to laugh softly, "That's not true."

Sighing, she hangs her head, "I swear, if you went after him right now and asked him to fuck you, his pants would be down faster than you can look. Not to mention, he'd be on his knees worshipping you."

She plants images in your head that make you blush and you direct a flower in the pretty bouquet, "Stop it. He's just being nice."

At that, you think of how nice he might be to you elsewhere and swallow hard.

A time or two you've seen Rick without his shirt on, and you'd never forget it.

But his eyes are what make your knees go weak. The only problem is, he really rarely looks you in the face and always avoids your gaze.

Your hand starts to sweat around the stems of the flowers and as your friend giggles, "You're thinking about it, huh." You grumble, "Finish the roof."

She winks at you and sits up, "Yep boss."

You sit on the couch and stare at the flowers in the vase.

No matter how hard you try not to think about it, the thoughts your best friend put in your head keep popping up and you reach for a pillow to press your face into.

Luckily, she fell asleep right after work today, and that's even though it's not even very late and she's usually up until the middle of the night.

You lower the pillow and stroke the soft fabric as there's a knock on the door.

It's probably Michonne, who wants to borrow a book from you, as she's been doing for the past few weeks.

So you put the pillow back on the couch and with one last look at the flowers, you go to the door and pull it open to invite Michonne in, your greeting sticking in your throat.

With his hands deep in his pockets and teetering on his feet, Rick stands at your door, staring at the floor, "Hey."

Your hand slips from the doorknob and you stare at him, "Hey?"

He clenches his teeth tightly and raises his head to avoid looking anywhere but your face, "Am I interrupting?"

Encouragingly, you smile at him and tug at your thin shirt, "You don't. Is there anything I can do to help?"

He takes a small step towards you and it's almost intimidating as he stands broadly in the doorway and mumbles, "I was cooking and I was wondering if you would eat with me. So well...it's nothing special and actually I can't really cook and it probably doesn't even taste good. So...yeah...would you? You don't have to. Don't feel-"

"Yeah, I'd love to."

Surprised, his gaze slides to your eyes and you groan softly as the blue hits you.

At the sound you make, Rick's eyebrows go up and you slap a hand over your mouth in an embarrassed, muffled murmur, "Sorry."

Rick laughs softly and then nods in the direction of his house, "Shall we?"

With a quick glance inside your house, you take a step forward to pull the door shut behind you.

Because Rick doesn't back away and the door slams shut behind you, you stand closer to him than ever before.

Rick is taller than you, his figure in front of you seems massive. Almost smothering.

You're surprised that he just stops and looks down at you.

Even with the swaying, he's stopped, and God, he seems so present.

Gently, you put your hands on his chest and push him off you a bit to walk past him and without a second thought, he follows you.

The buildings around you cast long shadows on the street and it won't be long before Alexandria will disappear into complete darkness, but you take advantage of the last rays of sunlight you have left by turning to Rick, who is walking three feet behind you and you are continuing your walk backwards, "What did you cook anyway?"

Concerned, Rick looks at your feet, "You should look ahead, or you'll hurt yourself."

Playfully, you do a little hop and tease him, "Is that an order, Sheriff?"

Almost panicked, he shakes his head, "No! No! Of course not!"

Grinning, you stop and reach for his hand to give it a gentle squeeze, "Relax. It was just a joke."

He doesn't want to command you to do anything, and that only makes your heart grow warmer.

Slowly you start moving backwards again, not letting go of his hand but squeezing it again, "And if I fall, you'll catch me, right?"

Ridiculously obedient, he nods and mutters, "Of course."

His big hand makes yours seem much smaller and you take another bounce.

You miss a bump on the asphalt, and as Rick promised, he pulls you toward him before you can land ungently on your butt.

Holding onto his shoulder with your free hand, you grin broadly at him, "See? Why should I worry when you're there to take care of me?"

"Always," his voice is rough, but you hear the word clearly and can't help but respond, "Always? And if I'm ever really careless and you can't talk me into letting it go. Would you go along with that?"

Another time he looks you straight in the eye and you feel the need to run your hand through his beard.

You feel his chest against yours and he presses even further against you as he takes a deep breath, "I'll do anything you want."

You meant it more as a joking conversation, but his reply is full of seriousness and you blink up at him languidly, "If I want new shoes?"

You feel his heart beating fast. Or is it your own?

"You got it."

I don't know what's gotten into you, but you press your breasts harder against his torso and he flinches slightly again, but not away from you.

So you continue to look him in the pretty eyes that are finally just on you: "If I want to go swimming?"

His eyes glaze over and he puts a hand innocently on your hip, "I'll take you."

You exhale shakily, "What if I want to touch your face?"

Rick lips open and his grip on your waist tightens, "Whatever you want."

You barely recognize his voice and your soft whimper slips from your lips.

Patiently he stands in front of you as you place your hand on his cheek and finally stroke through his beard.

His hair is still brown, but his beard is streaked with countless gray strands that you gently tug at.

His hand on your hip slides a little lower. Not much, but enough that you notice, and you breathe softly, "Why are you letting me do this to you?"

He avoids your gaze again and you tug lightly on his beard, to which he immediately looks back at you and clears his throat, "What do you mean?"

Your hand slides from his beard into his hair and you play with the curls on the back of his neck.

The man is always so incredibly confident and sure of himself that his attempt to avoid you raises your eyebrows, "You know exactly what I mean."

Gently, you stroke his skin and feel his goosebumps under your fingers.

He doesn't stop you as you stroke his shoulder and play with the collar of his shirt. He also doesn't stop you when you let go of the hand you've been holding all this time and put your arm around his neck.

Obediently he accepts what you do and the only reaction he can't control is now pressing gently against your stomach.

You think of all the times he never contradicted you and your heart skips a beat, "Rick? I'm waiting."

A few strands fall into his face and he mumbles reluctantly, "I just want to do what you wish. I like the way you look at me then. I like the way you talk to me and I like the way you touch me."

Jesus.

He looks at you like you're the only thing in the world that matters and you can barely breathe.

"Anything?"

"Hmm."

"I want you to kiss me."

His cock twitches against your belly and you blink up at him, "Please?"

He mumbles a "Shit," and reaches for your hip with his second hand so you can't pull away, which you don't want at all.

Strangely entranced, he looks at you and the conversation is probably the longest he's looked directly at you.

You can hardly believe it, but your best friend was actually right.

Waiting, you look at him and pull him a little closer to you with your arm.

Normally you wouldn't even be strong enough to pull him closer this way, but like everything before, he doesn't resist you one bit and that shoots right between your legs.

The fact that this dominant and arrogant man lets you do everything to him, goes completely to your head and you lean forward further.

His eyes are fixed on your lips and you know that he wants it at least as much as you do. Maybe even more desperately.

"I don't know if-", You lift a hand from his collar and place it on his lips, instantly silencing him.

His lips feel so soft that you exhale heavily, "I want you to kiss me, Rick."

Your fingers slide down to his chin and you pull him a little closer to you.

So close that you can feel his breathing on your lips.

You feel his body tremble and his fingers graze your ass.

In a soft voice you breathe, "Don't you want to do what I want you to?"

Again his cock twitches and you realize how much it must turn him on to follow you.

Giving up a little control and pleasing you.

He is used to being above everyone and receiving obedience. But with you, he lets himself go so far that he obeys you.

So much that he leans over and puts his soft lips on yours.

Groaning, you stand on your tiptoes and he grips your ass harder, pulling you even higher so he doesn't have to lean so far down to you.

Growling, he tries to reach your lips again as you loosen slightly and half mumble into the kiss, "Thank you for the flowers:"

Without responding, he lifts a hand to the back of your head and presses you to his lips again, making you smile and him moan.

His beard scratches over your sensitive skin and you can't think of anything but having that feeling between your legs.

His bare broad shoulders resting between your legs so you can't close them, and his handsome face in the place that aches for his touch.

But there you have a better idea.

Without thinking, you move away from him and again there's that slight panic in his gaze, "I'm sorry."

At first you don't understand what he means until he raises his hands, "I'm sorry. That was too much. Don't be mad, I promise-"

Giggling, you grab his hands and pull him toward his house, which you back up toward again, "Take it easy. It's all good."

You stare at his swollen lips, "Let's just go inside." And you drag him inside.

He can't suppress his grin as you push him by the shoulders against the closed door and your lips rest on his neck.

You lick over his pulse like you've wanted to all along and when you reach a certain spot behind his ear, he winces, "Fuck."

Sluggishly, you start sucking on that spot, opening his shirt button by button.

Without you having to prompt him, he pulls it off his shoulders and immediately your hands are on his upper body.

Gently you bite his neck and enjoy the deep moan and his hands on your body.

He could effortlessly push you off him and get what he needs from you, but he just keeps leaning against the door and allows you to abuse his neck bit by bit.

With a moan, he asks, "Could you take your shirt off, gorgeous?"

You giggle against his collarbone, "You think I'm gorgeous?"

You realize he's turned a deep red, so you put him out of his misery by kissing him briefly on the lips, "Thank you."

Instead of pulling your shirt over your head and showing him how stiff your nipples are because of him, though, you grab his hand and pull him up the stairs, "Bedroom?" completely forgetting about the meal in the kitchen.

The big man stumbles up behind you and grumbles, "Right."

With a half-naked Rick holding your hand, you step into his bedroom and take a quick look around.

Because Rick doesn't live with a woman, you were expecting something other than a nice bright room and certainly not one this tidy.

The men you've usually stayed with haven't even bothered to make their beds in any way beforehand, even though they knew you were coming.

Rick doesn't seem like he even remotely expected you to end up in his bedroom today, and yet the bed is nicely made and you turn to him with a big smile: "You're neat."

Blinking, he looks around the room himself, as if it's his first time here himself: "Can be."

It's almost completely dark outside, and as you let your eyes wander to his torso, you groan in frustration at barely seeing anything.

So you let go of his hand and walk further into the room, "Do you have candles?"

The floorboards screech a little as he shifts his weight, "In the nightstand drawer on the right."

You feel Rick's gaze on you the entire time as you walk to the bed and slip off your shoes as you retrieve the candles from the nightstand and set them on the shelf, then light them.

The warm light envelops the room in a beautiful play of shadows, and when you finally look back up at the man still standing in the middle of the room, you can hardly take your eyes off him.

His pants sit low on his hips and a slight fuzz shows you the way to your happiness.

In your eyes, he's perfect.

You know how much he's been through and how he became the man standing before you today.

You know how he lost his wife and also his best friend.

You know where the scars on his ribs come from and you know where the cool look he gives some people and enemies comes from.

You can see how hard he's breathing and yet you've barely done anything.

Only the bright red spots on his neck tell you what he has let you do to him and what he has asked you to do.

Finally you look into his eyes and reach for your shirt to pull it over your head and as you drop it to the floor, his gaze is glued, as you expected, to the simple white bra you are wearing and the bulges of your breasts.

He's only a man, too, and it's hard not to notice how much he wants you.

You reach for the waistband of your pants and bend over to take them off.

Wearing only your underwear, you stand before him, "Come here."

He stands there like he's put down roots and you smile softly at him, "Rick?"

Briefly he shakes his head and takes a step toward you, "You're beautiful."

Now you're the one blushing, "Yeah?"

He takes another step closer, "I've never seen anything more gorgeous."

Now maybe three feet separates you and you reach out to him.

He looks deep into your eyes and then growls, "Fuck it." Before he reaches for your hand and finally pulls you back against his chest.

Immediately his lips are on yours and there's a bit of his everyday and normal dominance shimmering through.

He presses his tongue between your lips and you moan into the kiss.

Your breasts feel heavy and way too sensitive as they press against his with each frantic breath and you gasp into the kiss, "On the bed."

He tries to push you to the bed to be over you, but you resist and he lets you push him onto the bed instead and sit astride his lap.

Gently, you grind against his hard cock, which must be pressing uncomfortably against his pants, and whimper in his ear, "Oh, God."

Your panties are already completely soaked and you know you're leaving a wet stain on his pants as he, in turn, gently nibbles on your neck and puts his big hands on your ass to support your movements.

His fingers dig into your skin and you moan as his cock presses into just the right spot.

Before you can become putty in his hands, though, you move away from him a bit and place your hands on his stomach and your lips in the middle of his chest.

Slowly you kiss your way deeper, licking over his nipples and feeling his whole body tense, "What-" Gently you bite his belly and he falls silent.

You push deeper until you've positioned your body between his knees and look up at him.

He leans on his palms and stares at you like you're a goddess.

This is exactly what you wanted.

Instead of having his face between your legs, you want to make him believe in heaven on earth.

Rick has given you so much that you want to give him something in return, and from the way he looks at you and bites his lower lip, he seems to like it a lot.

You lean over and spread little kisses along his waistband as your hands slide over his thighs.

"Fuck," his voice is so deep that you hardly recognize it and moan softly in turn.

Your best friend was right about something else, too: Rick is sex on two legs.

Your hands shake slightly as you reach for his belt and he moans harshly, "You don't have to do this."

He says it, but also lifts his hips in the process so you can undress him.

As you expected, his cock jumps out at you, slapping against his stomach.

In your entire life, you've never seen anything you wanted in your mouth more urgently.

Rick wants to please you, and fuck, you want him to worship you.

You kiss his bare thigh and he flinches.

Innocently, you blink up at him and his blue eyes bore into your soul as you purr, "May I take you in my mouth?"

He rolls his eyes in desire and exhales heavily and submissively, "Whatever you want."

You bite your lower lip and murmur, "Watch me do it, Sheriff."

Immediately he looks back at you and you reach behind your back to unhook your bra.

Clad only in your soaked panties, you bend over and put your lips around the wet tip of his cock and you think his eyes are about to fall out of his head.

You think of all the moments when Rick scared people or demanded pure obedience and now his eyes are huge and he weakly begs you to finally take him completely in your mouth and not just to play around his tip with your tongue.

Sluggishly you comply with his request and relax your throat to take him almost completely in your mouth.

You don't know who is breathing harder.

He, because he finally feels your wet tongue on his shaft or you, because you can only breathe through your nose.

Slowly you let him slide out again and his cock shimmers with wetness.

You don't take your eyes off him, and as you squeeze your thighs together to keep from soaking the floor beneath you, you reach for his hand and bring it to your throat as you take him back up to your throat.

You want him to feel how deep you can take him and as his rough fingers brush over the spot where his tip is in your throat, you can no longer suppress a moan and you have to gag.

At the reflex, Rick moans hoarsely and his cock twitches in your mouth, "Fuck, your mouth feels so good."

His body coats a film of sweat and his praise makes you want to keep going.

As you keep sucking his cock, his hand stays on your throat and you gasp with your mouth full, "Force me."

His brain is slow to function with arousal and he moans, "What?"

His hips come toward you.

You reach for his second hand and push it into your hair. The moment his tip comes back to your lips, you whimper, "Fuck my throat."

You see in his eyes when he understands what you want him to do, and you hear in his voice how badly he wants to do it, even though he says, "I don't want to hurt you."

You bat your eyelashes, "You won't. I trust you and you know how deep you can push into me."

You take it a step further, knowing it will work, "I really want it. Force me to take-"

Firmly, he pushes your head down until your nose hits his pubic bone and you gag again and he pulls your head back by the hair and pushes down again.

The sheer force of him pushing you down makes your pussy throb and you know you couldn't tear yourself away from him at that moment.

He fucks your throat and you let a hand slide between your legs.

You're so wet it's almost embarrassing and as Rick pushes his cock back down your throat, you slide two fingers inside you.

Immediately your pussy clenches your fingers thinking it's Rick's cock and a jolt goes through your whole body.

Immediately Rick lets go of you and you stare at him breathlessly.

You've never wanted anyone as much as you want him and the pure arousal and concern in his eyes, only makes you hornier.

His breathing is frantic and he asks anxiously, "Did I hurt you, gorgeous?"

Instead of answering, you sit up and kiss him on the lips.

Your body has never responded to anyone as strongly as it does to Rick and as his hands move purposefully to your breasts and squeeze, you push him flat on the bed by the shoulders.

As you slide your tongue into his mouth, he gently pinches your nipples and a jolt goes through your body again, only now you're whimpering, "You never hurt me. Oh God, you feel so good."

Humming, Rick continues to knead your breasts and you try to kick your panties off your legs with one hand, but Rick reaches down and with a ripping sound and a brief tug, he tosses the remains of your panties into a corner of the room, making you giggle, "Hey, I still need my underwear."

But as your wet pussy slides over his shaft, he just hisses, "I'll get you some new ones."

Teasingly, you play around his tip with your pussy and murmur in his ear, "You'd do anything for me, huh?"

Pure truth comes from his lips, "Anything."

And you lower your body down onto him, "Do you want me to be yours?"

He squints his eyes and moans loudly, "Fuck yeah."

You nip at his earlobe, "Then it's only fair that you be mine, right?"

You feel his whole body tense as you gyrate your hips and he moans, "Fuck, you're so wet and it's all because of me."

Your wetness runs down his cock and you tense your inner muscles, making him respond to your question, "I've been yours since the first time you looked at me. Fuck I'm completely devoted to you and practically eating out of your hand."

As a reward for his honesty, you lower yourself completely onto his cock and you both moan out at the same time.

Rick's cock is huge, making you feel fuller and wetter than ever.

Trembling, you straighten up to face him and whimper, "I love your eyes."

They glow in the candlelight and he tilts his head slightly, "Is that so?"

He puts his hands on your hips as you start to move on top of him and you murmur, "Oh yeah." And at that, you're unsure if it was in reference to his question, or the way his cock twitches inside you.

Slowly you start to ride him, and shit, the way he watches you do it makes your pussy clench again and again.

Panting, he pulls you hard onto his cock again, then slides a hand over one of your bouncing breasts.

Whimpering and moaning, you lean on his shoulder and try not to collapse into yourself as he keeps whispering to you about how good you feel and how well you ride him.

Each praise from him makes your legs go weak and seeking help you look into his eyes, "I can't take it anymore."

Gently, he puts both hands on your hips again and helps you move on top of him as you notice him struggling for control himself.

The soft smacking sound between you grows louder and louder and as he pushes you forward so he can kiss you, he hits a spot inside you that makes you howl, "There! Right there!"

Rick chuckles softly and nibbles on your neck again, "Okay, gorgeous."

And sure enough, he keeps hitting that exact spot and you know you're going to cum.

You know you're going to cum without him even having to touch your clit.

The man is a god.

And that's when you break into a million pieces.

Rick presses his head into the mattress beneath him and moans, "Oh shit, you're tight."

Over and over you whimper his name, clinging to him like he's the only thing that could save you from drowning as you throb hard on his cock until you're breathing weakly into his neck and he thrusts even further into you, using your highly sensitive pussy to bring himself to climax.

With each thrust, you breathe, "That's it." And "Take what's yours, Sheriff."

His fingers dig into your skin and you whimper, "Cum inside me. Mark me."

He bites your shoulder and growls, "Oh shit." That's when his cock twitches and his cum mixes with yours.

You grab his curls and yank his head off you to kiss him hard on the lips as he still can't let go of you and you murmur hoarsely, "That's it, Rick."

This strong man turns to wax in your hands and lies weak and languid beneath you while you still have his softening cock inside you and he murmurs, "I'll always be yours."

You lift your head to finally look into his gorgeous eyes again, "I know."

You kiss him, "And you won't be getting rid of me anytime soon either."

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deadricslover · 1 year

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little admirer

here's my masterlist!

a/n: I've been stuck for ideas I'm sorry I've been gone :/ but hopefully I will get back into the routine of posting! this is also shorter than usual but I didn't want to drag it out lol

summary: you always hated getting bombarded by 'fans' of Bruce and the paparazzi. You didn't think this encounter would be any different but you were wrong. It was actually one of the most wholesome ones and definitely your favourite.

warnings: this really isn't about Bruce but he's the boyfriend ok? so...ya. and scars I guess NOT PROOFREAD

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne x gn!musician!eader

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When you looked out the window and saw the crowds of people outside, your fear reached its pinnacle. The only thing you wanted was to spend your anniversary with Bruce alone, free from intrusions other than kisses, of course. Yet that was all wishful thinking. It was obvious that it would not occur. Given your animosity for the paparazzi, Bruce had made an effort to ease your fears, but in reality, you both knew you would just have to get through it. You might have thought you would get used to it since you were also a fairly well-known musician, but not as much as Bruce, the prince of Gotham. However, Bruce took your hand and urged you to break the habit of chewing your nails while staring at the crowd.

"how do they even know you're here?" to ask turning to him

he huffs and shakes his head in thought. "I don't know. maybe someone saw us walking in"

"can we not go to dinner in peace? I mean.." you were at a loss for words, you didn't know how people could be so invasive and inconsiderate.

"I know. I know" he soothes gently kissing your hand and stroking your opposite shoulder whilst his arm is around your back.

"do you want to just get it done?" he inquires and you knew it was the smart thing to do even though you didnt want to. at all.

"yeah sure" you reply turning away and grabbing some last minute things off the bed. On the way out of the elevator, Bruce gently yet firmly places his hand on your waist in order to keep you close. Cameras flash, questions are thrown as you try to make your way through the flood of people. Bruce usually liked to put away a minute or two for some real fans who just wanted a high five off of Bruce Wayne, but he wasn't so sure about right now. You encouraged him to do it, not to break tradition and said you would wait elsewhere. Usually people would recognise you, but Bruce Wayne was right there so of course nobody would pay attention to you...not that you were complaining. A couple people did ak for a photo and you kindly obliged as long as they were sincere about it. As you stood watching Bruce interact with kids and their parents, not paying any mind to reporters, you feel a little tap on your arm. You look around and notice a little girl standing next to you with loving eyes. You crouch down to the little girl thinking maybe she was lost.

"hi sweetie. Are you ok?" you ask the child glancing around to see if her parents were anywhere to be found.

"I'm very good." she replies cheerfully

"awh that's good. where are your parents?" you ask

"getting a photo with Bruce Wayne."

"ooohh. everyone wants to don't they? he's really famous" you emphasize trying to make conversation with the girl

"not as famous as you, though"

she knew who you were? that's so sweet "no no. Bruce is way way more famous than me. but thank you! what's your name?"

"Camilla. You're my favourite person, ever!" she jumps lightly squealing.

oh my- of your heart wasn't throbbing before. it sure is now. the smile on your face couldn't be bigger.

"awh that's so sweet! you're my favourite person too, Camilla!"

"can I tell you a secret" she whispers after a couple moments of silence

"of course you can" you tell her pretending to zip your lips and lock them. She rolls up her t-shirt a little to show you a scar on her tummy. Whatever caused that scar, you felt horrible, especially because she said it was a secret. your eyebrows draw together as a reaction to your reaction.

"I used to hate it and cry all the time because I thought it was weird. but then I found out that you had one too, and now I love it, because my favourite person in the whole wide world has the same thing as me!" she tells. you honestly could cry. A little girl hating something about her body ay such a young age is bad enough but also the fact that she grew to love it because you had one too?! your heart throbbed.

"I do have one. it's on my arm. But yours is so much more beautiful"

"I got mine from an operation when I was a baby" she informs you butchering the word operation as any child would.

"ooh interesting. see all those people asking Bruce for a photo? with all the cameras? well I got mine from them. one time I finished a show and was going home and they hurt me" you recall in simple terms

"my mommy and daddy hurt you?" she asks shocked

"no! not your parents. some others that don't work there anymore."

"that's sad" she replies

she looks off into the crowd for a second and waves to her parents before telling you she has to go now-- not before asking for a hugh though. you kindly oblige without a second thought and embrace the girl smiling. her parents walk over and thank you for being kind to her and watching her. you tell them it was no problem as they leave and you wave to the little girl. Right on queue the famous Bruce wayne walks over without you noticing

"she seemed to love you"

"tell me about it. I'm her favourite person ever in the whole wide world" you recall

"she's not the only one" he adds to taking your hand in his and starts walking

you smile lightly and nudge Bruce slightly "she showed me something too. she had this scar on her stomach from a surgery when she born and she used to always be insecure about it" you start

"that's horrible, she's only young" he butts in genuinely sorry for the girl

"yeah, but the nice part that she found out that I also had a scar the same shape as hers and because of that she grew to love it...all because I had one too!" you exclaim still in disbelief

"you're such an influence. that's so sweet" he responds continuing to walk. "it is isn't it?" you reply placing your head on his shoulder while strolling to the restaurant. Usually you hate the paparazzi, but this time was different, it was sincere and sweet. definitely your favourite so far.

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Monster mhin headcannons???? Or just mhin headcannons in general I've been starving with the lack of mhin content lately

MHIN HCS 3

gn!reader | mhin time! :3 i'm going to let the knowledgeable and big brained people mostly take care of monster mhin bc I fear a girl like me is silly and less capable...

as for my limited monster thoughts it'd be nice if their first transformation was done to protect you rather than an involuntary thing and letting it act as a symbol for your growing relationship. but Who Knows at this point

i assume there's some level of lost conscience when they transform So if there's a scene where some part of them refrains from hurting you I Will Start Eating Tree Bark.

Oh...and a scene where they've transformed back and you try to help them...them flinching and confused (though their voice comes out angry? frustrated? at first) about why you haven't run away....letting you cover them and bandage their injuries... 😵‍💫

moving on. they're on the verge of if not threatening people when it comes to co-op games like pico park or heave ho, especially if they're playing with people like vere and ais. no one's ever heard them speak this much someone needs to get them out of there

window seat enjoyer :-)

secretly enjoys when you send posts that remind you of them. the first few times they're like ? what do i do with this. but learn to appreciate it even if they don't actually reply in chat (sometimes if you're like "this is u" and it's Too accurate mhin's like Can you stop no it isn't (yes it is))

"when you're complaining about someone and your best friend is meaner" or however that trend goes. that's them. very direct with saying that person sounds like shit and you should stop talking to them

mhin may not like big, loud festivals, but i think they'd enjoy celebrating things with you alone ^^ maybe eating their favourite dish (tang yuan?)....it'd mean a lot to have someone to share with again

also!! having it for the first time and them mentioning their family and the last time they had it with people... the intimacy of it all...

and !! they reciprocate it!! they do!! they take note of any festivities you say you like, especially one that you wish you could celebrate or haven't in a long time. whether it's cultural, your birthday, your pet's birthday—mhin plans something for you and 'offers' to spend time together that day if you'd like. 'offers' as in shows up and mentions they'll be free some time in the conversation

^ more for the beginning of a relationship (platonic or romantic)... it'll take time, they'd be more direct eventually!

they care for you quietly and by...noticing. folding your laundry and putting it away when they know you're busy. picking up your favourite snacks when they notice you're running out. automatically getting ready to catch you or pull you back when the time calls for it. watching you from across the room at a party and noting where you are and how long you've been gone. that kind of deal

mhin's wary and off-put by being spoiled, but if you're stubborn enough, you'll find them using whatever you got pretty regularly. for example they'll tell you they don't Need a new softer comfier blanket, theirs is Fine, but then the one you buy is the only one they ever want to use. they will pretend like it isn't a big deal if you try to tease them about it

they don't like reading things online and would rather have a physical book. not that i'm projecting or anything of course. they take care of them too and don't lend them to just anybody

i think mhin has actual bookmarks, or would at least like them. they might also use a receipt to mark their page but won't fold the corners...

they always put books back where they found them at the library/book store. if they find one in the wrong section, they'll put it in the right place themself

they can get upset, but don't cry super easily, but that's mostly because they've gotten used to suppressing their emotions. they do their best to channel it into anger instead

mhin isolating themself when they're upset,, conflicted over wanting to be happy and letting themself drown in the sadness. but in the end they hope and survive and will continue to do so

hmm... keeps information of their family and history close to them, but at some point i do think they'd (bittersweetly) share stories with quiet fondness

mhin seems like a silver jewelry kind of person but i just think they'd look really nice with gold earrings while pushing their hair behind their ear...

they see You in formal attire for the first time and keep trying to glance at you the entire night btw. they might not take initiative to compliment you, but if you ask if you look alright, they'll say yes you look nice

...? likes earphones more than headphones. can't tell you why i feel this way

light sleeper. i think. they always know when you can't sleep and they'll stay up with you. if you say you'll go sleep somewhere else so you don't bother them, they're like ..? no.

...affectionate mhin....NOOOOO... it takes so long for them to reach that point it's literally like when a cat finally trusts you and lies next to you/on your lap You Cannot Move Now. You're both obligated to stay here and don't Want to do Anything else.

like imagine cuddling them and they hug you back and their grip tightens in their sleep when you shift around. mhin burying their face into your neck and taking a deep breath. please

if you're an introvert and you both finally get home after a long day out, it's just like. Thank god. and i think they'd understand if you'd rather spend time alone to recover ^^ but depending on the crowd there will be a gossip/complaint session at some point

mhin is one of the top LI's for me when it comes to scenes of like, fixing their collar/clothes. the intimacy of them clasping your necklace, the tension and bated breath because you've never been this close. the surprise on their face when you reach to fix their hood etc.

they enjoy sneaking up on you. they end up in some corner of the room and while you're scanning the crowd to look for them, they suddenly speak from behind you. there's a hint of an amused smile when you jump

@semifilms @mitskiologist @sweet-milky-tea705 hiii

#touchstarved game #touchstarved #mhin #mhin x reader #thinking of kyo from fruits basket transformation... being recognized and loved despite it all....NAOOOOOO

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afairytalestray · 4 months

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OK so on Saturday I got to go to Milan to see the Cats Il Sistina tour and HOLY GOD IT WAS AWESOME. I'm glad I studied the character designs in advance because a lot of the costumes are really different. I'm not typically a huge fan of nonreplicas but Il Sistina may well change that!

I've compiled my thoughts on the show here! Nb, I do not speak Italian so I'm not sure how close to the original lyrics the translation is 😅

There were no green goggles, but the Cats did come in through the audience. I had an aisle seat and Cassandra walked right past me! She was right there and so beautiful omg.

I've gotta get in right at the start that Simone Ragozzino is my new all-time favourite Mungojerrie. The most ever! A little guy. He got most of the acrobatics that Tumblebrutus usually does - apparently Simone used to be an acrobat/gymnast so that makes sense. He and Rumpleteazer were sufficiently chaotic but also clearly valued and beloved members of the tribe. Idk man Simone just got it. Tumble-jerrie ftw.

The cathedral from "round the cathedral" was changed to a Colosseum reference which I loved 😍

I'm obsessed with Demeter’s makeup from this tour actually. I'm personally not the biggest fan of cryptid-style makeup and looks in Cats in general, but I feel like Deme was balancing just on the edge and it really worked and I loved it. Maybe it was Viviana Salvo's acting as well - she was fabulous at toeing that line between stunning and unnerving!

Tugger and Munkustrap were super close! Munk was less annoyed by Tugger’s antics than normal and they did this thing at one point where Tugger was holding onto Munk who leant fully backwards off the edge of the stage - it was like a trust exercise and I was a fan. Their rendition of Old Deuteronomy was lovely and their voices worked so good together! Tugger was definitely Munkustrap’s second in command of the tribe. I wish Tugger was a bit more Tugger in appearance, he seemed very yellow with not a lot of detail on his costume, but the personality was hundo p present and accounted for. He did the "bite is worse than your bark" line in Jellicle Songs and legit barked at the end.

Jennyanydots was fabulous! Instead of a big coat she literally wore a giant ball of wool, and one of the props was giant knitting needles and the start of what might have been a giant scarf - it took 6 of the Cats to carry it. It actually worked super well for Milan, which is known for fashion and fabrics - there's even a giant sewing needle sculpture outside Cadorna Station! It was probably a happy coincidence but I enjoyed it!

Victoria's role was changed quite a bit, her solo was totally different and the pas de deux was gone. There also kinda just... wasn't the big small first touch Vic and Grizabella moment, which I was sad about, but if Griz's big moment wasn't "TOUCH MEEEEEE" in the translation, I'm not so bothered by it. I wish Vic had a bit bigger of a role because I love her, but she was killing it whenever she was on stage.

We are all stan pink Jemima, she had such a lovely voice too. Her and Alonzo were playing with a tennis ball during the interval and it was adorable.

My beloved Coricopat and Tantomile were lying in the Mouth of Truth prop after Moments of Happiness; they had their usual role of translating Old Doots through Jemima so I thought their placement here was deliberate! They weren't always fully in sync which I kinda liked, it was like they were allowed to be their own characters rather than just "the twins". I definitely got the impression that Tantomile was the older sister which hella backs up my hcs about her!

Gus was absolutely WILD. He comes in after Jellylorum has done her whole first part of the song in this raggedy old tradiotional Sherlock Holmes-style beige plaid coat instead of being there but kinda out of it the whole time. At first he wasnt keen on replaying any of his roles, but then all the others were like please please please and he relented. I think they were calling him (or his role) Romero? Idk if that's an Italian reference I just don't get? They did Pekes and Pollicles (one of the above had been changed to chihuahuas!) and then the bold Rumpus/Romero appeared... in a red satin bath robe and holding a sabre??? I need to look up this reference! Dude didn't just intimidate the pollicles, he straight up cut a couple of them down with his sword! Grandpa woke up and chose violence 😂

There was no trash train in Skimbleshanks 😭😭 there were giant glowstick things that changed colours though. Skimble and Bustopher were played by the same actor which is a combo I haven't seen before. Skimble was definitely still everyone's favourite train dad, all the characters were totally hyped for his song. HE DID TAP LIKE IN 2019. It was really cool how they did it, all the music stopped and he started a call and response tap dance with some of the other characters. The background showed an animated video of going through a train tunnel, like from the perspective of a train driver! The tap was gradually speeding up and became the sound effects of a train setting off and moving through the tunnel. I'm not explaining this super well but it was SO cool.

The Macavity Fight was quite different. There wasn't him disguised as Old Deuteronomy and then unmasked. What happened was he showed up and caused some shenanigans and then disappeared. There were about 4 of him around, so it looked like he was teleporting around the stage and audience! Bombalurina and Demeter performed his song which was absolutely fantastic (seriously how do these actresses actually manage to dance like that and sing at the same time?? Goddesses), after that he showed up again and the full cast was involved in the fight. Munkustrap still got the good choreography, but the whole tribe was involved trying to protect Old Deuteronomy. Tugger was definitely a protector in this production, he was very involved. Jerrie got KO'd a good few times, and Macavity absolutely destroyed poor Jenny! It felt like all of them were trying to protect their family and I really liked that. Despite that, Macavity was still able to win and successfully kidnap Old Doots!

"Mungojerrie, RUMPLETEAZER, Griddlebone" they let my girl do crime again!

Mistoffelees and Quaxo were besties, and Misto was REALLY enjoying Tugger's song I'm just saying. Delighted to announce Il Sistina Misto was a fruity little guy. He didn't get the terrible bore line, sad face, that went to Quaxo, but tbh idk how they translated that so it could be totally different! At one point Alonzo was holding him back at the start of Tugger’s song! We then saw a sponge-like Misto who picked up behaviours from the others around him, like he wasn't too sure of himself. This is actually one of my favourite Misto hcs so i was so chuffed to see it so clearly. He then helped Alonzo rein George (at least I think it was George!) in from going mental fanboy at Tugger. He was originally curious about Griz but then adjusted to hissing upon seeing the others. This fully went forward into his song. They did some big choreo changes. It was significantly less dance-heavy than traditional Misto performances and had a stronger focus on him being magic. There was a levitating box that they spent a lot of time with - Magician's Assistant Cass got in, but then she didn't disappear? She just popped back out again after the box had been rotated a few times. Some of the Kittens were waving their hands under the box to prove there was nothing holding it up and looking amazed which was adorable though. There was also a bit where Misto put some cards into a hat, the hat got passed down a line of Cats and then at the end they just sort of flew out? Like idk maybe they changed the lyrics where they're describing different magic tricks and it all makes sense! I THOUGHT THE CONJURING TURNS WERE GONE, but they were just moved to the very end of the song and cut down quite a bit.

Ok BUT LISTEN, à la 2019, the poor boy tried and failed twice to bring back Old Deuteronomy and then just sort of flopped in the corner all defeated but then BOYFRIEND TUGGER HELD HIS HANDS AND GOT RIGHT UP CLOSE AND WAS LIKE I BELIEVE IN YOU BABE and omg for real those actors knew EXACTLY what they were doing Tuggoff nation RISE. I'm always a red-sheet-turned-cape stan but I can definitely get behind the sparkly tail coat and playing card bowtie. He also had this handkerchief that he threw up in the air and it became a magic wand. I have no idea how and it was very silly so obviously I loved it. Although I wasn't massively into the choreo changes (ballet dancer Misto 5eva), Pierpaolo Scida was a magnificent Misto and I adored him - he was so cute! The little background actions and looks he did were so in character with how he interpreted Misto! Also he was beautiful you can't change my mind.

Malika was such an intense Grizabella - 10/10. She was proud but so vulnerable. She walked right past me when she first came in and lads, she did the whole show in these massive stilettos - absolute queen. At one point it literally rained on her on stage! During her first Memory, Old Deut was really watching her, and at the end of it he approached her, but she ran off when she saw him. I thought it was a super cool character moment, like she knew she wanted to be accepted, but wasn't quite ready for it. Even after the big Memory and Old Deuteronomy declared her the Jellicle Choice, Victoria approached her, but she was still too scared to let her, and it was Jemima who finally was able to reach her and bring her in. At the end she just kinda disappeared off stage - there were no flying tyres or magic stairs in the circus tent!

During the bit after the bows some of the cats were out in the audience and Tugger scared the absolute crap out of this one woman by poking his head in between her and the person sitting next to her. Iconic. Also during the latter part of the interval the audience was allowed to come up to the edge of the stage where some of the actors were goofing about in character. This mf pretended to cough up a hairball and now I have it on video. I also got some close ups of Teazer and the beautiful Bomba!

The Italian Junkyard was fabulous! It was mostly roman landmarks like Piazza Navona and Bocca della Verità, but there was also Michelangelo's David (which I'm pretty sure is in Florence) above the orchestra! There was also a giant marble foot, an Italian-style water fountain, and a broken column. My favourite prop was the bench, it's elevated at the back left of the stage and the cast were using it like a slide to enter the stage! Also it seemed to be Misto’s preferred location to lounge.

In conclusion, I will never get over this.

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So I've fallen right into the deep end of the HellCheer fandom. Ride or die. I'm in love with Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson. The fans are fucking talented too, alright? I've been binging fics and the artwork but there's certain troupes/ideas/prompts that keep rattling away in my brainbox. I'm going to note them here for if (or when) I maybe write something for the two...but (public service announcement) if anyone knows a fic out there which can scratch these little itches please link me up.

Updated: 18.04.24

My Completed Fics

Eddie wants to buy something nice for Chrissy. Candles are romantic, right? He ventures on a quest to the mall - Yankee Candle Baby - oneshot.

Chrissy is such a Brat with Eddie and Jason watches it (while hiding). Jason's POV - Chrissy Cunningham is a Brat - oneshot - mature

What if Chrissy ran from Eddie after her vision? What if it pushed them apart? They later share a joint and things get much much worse. My take on 'Chrissy lives' but it takes a little while for them to get back on the same page - Chrissy Runs Away - Chapter 3/3.

Eddie and Chrissy have unprotected sex against a brick wall after his gig because they can't wait - “We could always just…do it anyway?" - oneshot - mature

Eddie and Chrissy die but they're summoned again for the final fight Ft. time travel and angst - my hope for season 5 - Howl - oneshot

Gender Swap AU where Ellie Munson saves Chris Cunningham - a play on 'Chrissy Lives' - Rule 63' - oneshot

Ongoing

Vecna keeps Chrissy in hell - 'and she's a bride of the fucking devil' - 1/2 chapters.

My Mess of Drabbles

Eddie dies and Chrissy is waiting for him - end of passion play, crumbling away - short drabble only

Chrissy the Vampire Slayer AU

Labyrinth AU

X-Files AU

Pirates AU

Headcannon Prompts

Max's relationship with Hellcheer

Dustin's relationship with Hellcheer

Chrissy and Wayne Munson's (beautiful) relationship

Chrissy and The Party headcanons

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In need of/ Prompts

Chrissy gets her first tattoo. A cliche at this point no? I'm torn between her getting this done without Eddie knowing as a surprise, or if I want him right there holding her hand.

Eddy eyeing her up in the school cafeteria or class. Basically Eddy simping over Chrissy.

Anything with Eddie and Chrissy reuniting after death / or in the upside-down (manifesting the second).

Chrissy and Eddie getting high together. Maybe a dash of 'will I remember any of this tomorrow?' as they confess their feelings and frustrations.

Eddie loves Chrissy in a sundress. The more feminine, girly, and flouncy the better. He wants to get his hands under it.

He also loves her in a Hellfire top. Anything really that marks her subtly as his.

Other character POV's watching them flirt. Sweet sweet music to my...eyes?

He loves it when she wears one of his rings. She has plenty of her own jewelry (and it's all real gold/expensive/fit for a princess) but it doesn't mean anything really. Her eyes light up at his rings, though.

Together they create a D&D character for her to practice with. They discuss what type she's most likely to be (Eddie's a bard right?). I'm feeling Chrissy might also have that bard energy (she's THE hype girl, right?) or a healer? They definitely get distracted though and don't actually finish it.

He is a rambler. He talks when he's nervous - and Chrissy finds it easy to keep up.

Chrissy tells the jocks to leave the Hellfire club alone in the school corridor. She gets annoyed when she hears them referring to the kids as 'freaks'. Eddie adores the fire and nerve he sees in her eyes because it only really ever comes out when she's in protective mode (bonus points 1) if she tells Jason to fuck off 2) she walks away with the Hellfire club after).

Chrissy is the only one who gets him to study (and pass). He knows he has a reason to now, you know? They've got plans and he isn't wasting time.

Eddie has doubts about Chrissy really truly loving him - she's way out of his league, after all, so she makes sure to create visual reminders. She takes their photo together and tacks it up in her locker for all to see.

Eddie loves fucking Chrissy in her cheerleading uniform. She loves fucking him when he's backstage. They will want to mark their place in each other's bizarre worlds.

Eddie worries about his future with Chrissy (what's his dumbass supposed to do while she excels at college?) but he likes the way his last name suits her.

Eddie is ONLY soft for Chrissy. A scene where he's trying to be big and scary for the club and she unknowingly fractures this image by doing something oh so achingly cute. Maybe she giggles or squee's during a D&D session? It takes him ages to drag himself back into his DM role.

I'll be adding to this , fo' sure.

Is there an official name for this dynamic? Unpopular baddass x sunshine princess?

All aboard the ship. Ahoy ahoy.

#hellcheer #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #stranger things #i'm a sucker for this dynamic. please don't send help #Chrissy's got the cutest smile #edssy #eddisy #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer headcanons #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #stranger things season 5 #eddissy #eddissy headcannons

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jennagrinsoverml · 2 years

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hii do you have a list of miraculous fics you think everyone should read at least once?

Anon, I have been excited to answer this request ever since I got it. What better way to celebrate my 50th Rec List (!!!!) than with my favourite fandom fics? 🎉🎉🎉

I've tried to choose fics with a variety of tones, from different fandom eras, and different authors. These fics are all special to me in some way, and whittling this list down was HARD. Others may have fics they think should be on this list, and to those people I say: make your own rec list. This one's mine. 😘

Experimental Kisses by @komorebirei

Ladybug watched him. Maybe it was guilt, maybe sympathy, maybe a streak of playfulness. Maybe the traumatic akuma experience had softened her up. Whatever the reason, a thought wafted lazily through her mind and out of her mouth. “You know… you’re right. It isn’t fair, is it?”

Chat Noir looked up.

“I remember my first kiss, but you don’t.” She hummed and tapped her chin, making a show of remembering. “It wasn’t a bad kiss, but we were in the middle of fighting an akuma, so I didn’t get to enjoy it much, either.”

Oops—that came out sounding a little, no, a lot more flirty than she had intended. Anyway, if she was going to commit to this idea, she may as well go all in.

One-shot. Ladybug offers to kiss Chat since he doesn’t remember their kiss and the way she reacts to the kiss…it lives in my mind rent-free. I have fallen asleep many a night fantasizing about what the repercussions of the kiss might look like. One of my absolute favourite Ladynoir fics.

team is a four letter word by @ladyofthenoodle

Alya didn’t want to come between Ladybug and Chat Noir. But she didn’t want to stop being Rena Rouge either. And if Chat Noir didn’t want to talk to her, then she’d need to find a different way to prove all three of them could be a team.

Her plan unintentionally brings a few secrets to light, which leads to even more secrets coming to light, which leads to… well, Alya is sure it’ll all work out eventually.

Multi-chapter. Warning, this fic is a WIP! (But there’s only one chapter to go.) Honestly, I didn’t want to have any WIPs on this list and I was lowkey hoping that it would be finished before I posted this list but I’m obsessed with this one and couldn’t leave it off. It’s literally one of the BEST fics in the entire fandom and, I think, the absolute best delving into the characterization and relationship dynamics of the core four. This fic feels so dynamic and complex, with all of the characters feelings so like themselves and each having their own distinct voices. The conflict is so well done and so realistic. It’s such a fantastic tackling of the issues that came up in the last couple seasons and I cannot rave about it enough!!

œuf ouch owie by @ominousunflower

Chat Noir enlists Rena Rouge's help to create an Aspik illusion. Absolutely nothing goes wrong.

Ladybug smiles. “I wanted to drop by and welcome Aspik. I know it must be a little intimidating, being surrounded by so many veteran heroes…so, welcome! We’re glad to have you on board.”

“I look like an egg!” Aspik announces, T-posing.

Chat turns to Rena, feeling like he has been punched in the solar plexus. What the hell? he mouths.

Rena grimaces, her eyes wide with panic. Stomach sinking, Chat remembers one of the first things he learned about the Fox Miraculous: that if Rena Rouge isn’t focused, her illusions go haywire.

Oh, no.

One-shot. This is hands down the FUNNIEST fic in the entire fandom asdfghjkl like I have read this fic at least 50 times and I still laugh out loud every single time. If you have somehow failed to read this fic before, read it now. You won’t regret it!

lucky (we're in love in every way) by @carpisuns

Chat Noir is Adrien, and Marinette is freaking out. If she manages to quiet her internal screaming, maybe she can also find the guts to tell him her identity too. And maybe they'll actually live happily ever after—well, as soon as Tikki and Plagg are done humiliating them.

One-shot. This fic just makes me so incredibly happy. Like it puts a smile on my face every single time I read it (and I have read it many, many times!) I love Marinette’s reactions and Adrien’s sweetness and the kwamis just absolutely ROASTING both of them. Marissa has written a ton of amazing fics for this fandom (seriously we are so lucky to have her) and I was tempted by others (like tell me something i don't know) but in the end, I had to follow my heart with this one.

Your Kitty by @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights

“Such a dramatic kitty.” Marinette scratched under his chin, bringing a smile to his face and a purr to his throat.

Your kitty, he didn’t say.

Wait. What?

(The one where Chat Noir thinks he needs pats like a cat, only to find out he may have jumped to the wrong conclusion.)

One-shot. When I think of Marichat, this is THE fic I think of. Adrien being touch starved is 100% my headcanon now. This is just so sweet! Marinette’s affection and Adrien’s determination to do the right thing no matter the personal cost and the way they fell for each other without meaning to... Also I love that they both encouraged the other to go back to their original crushes because that makes so much sense!!

rattle my cage by @lnc2

In which history, despite Alya's best efforts, does not repeat itself.

One-shot. I am always here for Adrien being rash and Marinette being smart and capable and just switching to treating him as Chat absolutely seamlessly after a reveal. I absolutely love the vibes of this one.

Chasing the C/h/atwalk. by @runningoutofink

Paris. The city of lights, love and fashion. Follow the progress of Marinette Dupain Cheng as she enters the extremely competitive world of Reality television for a chance to be the winner of Project Runway: France.

Multi-chapter. It should come as no surprise by now that I’m a sucker for reality tv and this is my absolute favourite reality cross in the fandom! I love that it’s canon compliant, and frankly the idea of Marinette and Adrien as designer and model on Project Runway is friggin’ BRILLIANT. The slow burn and pining are delicious, and the identity reveal is incredibly well done! (And it has a steamy sequel, Meet me in the Middle, which is 🔥🔥🔥 and intensely satisfying after all of that build up.)

daydream by @clairelutra

you're my daydream

you know that i've been thinking about you lately

In which Adrien finds out Ladybug is Marinette, and beats the 'this is fine' dog at his own game.

One-shot. Shout-out to the author for realizing way before canon let on that Adrien is way more likely to figure out Marinette than the reverse! And then absolutely murdering us with this intense slow burn that absolutely drips with mutual pining and UST.

What Will You Do When Everyone Knows? by @sariahsue

They stepped in closer, shoulder to shoulder to catch the akuma as she landed, but she twisted in midair, landing squarely in front of Cat Noir, swiping at him. He stepped back, trying to keep his balance. Her fingertips almost touched his face, and Ladybug felt her stomach lurch.

“Duck!” she yelled to him as she whipped her yoyo around. He did, but unfortunately, the akuma woman did, too. Ladybug suddenly had no target to latch onto and lost her balance. Her stomach twisted again as she pitched forward. Black hands darted forward to catch her, but too late she realized it wasn’t her partner. Cold gloves caught her shoulder and neck, then slid up her face, brushing past her earrings. Cold. The woman’s touch froze Ladybug’s breath in her throat.

Then there was something warm around her middle. Cat Noir’s shout sounded distant as he pulled her away. As the woman’s black gloves left her face, Ladybug felt even more heat being pulled from her, along with… something else.

Multi-chapter. There really isn’t another fic in the fandom like this one. The akuma is original and provides an absolutely amazing premise for this fic. We have mystery, intrigue, and a huge upset to the status quo with the public revealing of Ladybug’s identity. I also loved the dramatic irony of Marinette being unable to understand Chat’s reactions to things that make perfect sense to us readers. It’s got amazing characterizations and suspense, and I love it!

But All I’m Seeing Is You by @chelseaapproved

After Ladybug finds out Adrien is her Chat Noir, they start dating. She didn’t think it’d be so hard to keep her identity a secret from him. She also didn’t realize how much it would affect her friendship with him as Marinette.

One-shot. This might be my favourite ladrien of all time. It’s only about 5k, but man does it ever pack in a lot of emotion and relationship development and I really, really, really love it. I really felt how much they love each other in this one and Marinette is just so, so wonderful to Adrien and he’s so wonderful to her and if you haven’t already please read this.

A Miraculous Reveal by @kasienda

Series of one-shots and drabbles all centered around The Reveal Moment. Identities will be revealed, feelings will be confessed, and secrets will be discovered through contrived situations, accidents, meddling friends, desperate moments, and moments of emotional vulnerability. Each chapter is a self contained piece. Love-square focused, but will not remain exclusive to them. Each chapter will have its own trigger warnings.

Collection of one-shots. I feel a little like I’m cheating in including a collection here, but like most of us in this fandom, I’m an absolute sucker for identity reveals, and @kasienda is especially talented at writing them! Every single one of these is beautiful, amazing and worth reading at least once.

the wonderful part of the mess that we made by heresie_irisee

They knew.

They knew, and there would be no magical reset button for the memories they'd made today. She'd have to see him at school every day, and she'd see the Chat in him, as surely as he'd see the Ladybug in her.

One-shot. Oblivio is probably my favourite episode and this is such a great alternate take on it. The mutual pining is so, so, so good! Especially love Marinette struggling to assimilate Adrien’s identities and Adrien’s obliviousness.

The following fics are amazing and absolutely worth reading, but do feature sexual content, so minors beware.

The Ladybugs and The Bees by @bullysquadess

AKA the early-fandom Ladynoir puberty fic that spiraled waaaaay out of proportion.

Multi-chapter. I’ve avoided reccing this fic for so long as it was literally the most kudosed fic in the entire fandom when I joined. However, the kudos are well-earned and I can’t make a list of must reads without including it. I love the ladynoir, the way it builds slowly, the focus on the developing relationship, both physical and otherwise, the yearning and the devotion and the vulnerability. And, of course, the steamy scenes are fantastic!! The whole thing is just so well developed and feels so grounded and real. I absolutely love it.

one night of moonlight by @mirthaculous

i’ll always think of you

inside of my private thoughts

i can imagine you

touching my private parts

2:13 ok im texting you now like i promised instead of drunktexting adrien and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. arent you proud of me?

2:19 this is Adrien, hi.

Marinette’s brain-to-mouth filter isn’t great on the best of days. Add some beer and some misplaced texts, and things get a little more… interesting.

One-shot. Rated M. This is one of my favourite fics of all time. This is so steamy, seriously the UST is off the charts!! It is absolutely unreal how much these two want each other and the mutual pining and they’re so stupid and this fic literally killed me and I thanked it.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ml fic rec #ml fic recs #ml love square #adrienette #adrinette #ladynoir #marichat #ladrien #prpr #identity reveal #fic recs #jennarecsml

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autistic-beshelar · 4 months

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Hey! I'm very interested in what you've told me about antisocial personality disorder, neurodivergence, and empathy vs. compassion so far. I would love to hear more!

hi, sorry this has taken me a bit to get to, i've had a hectic few days, and i knew i'd end up writing a lot!

ASPD:

i'll start by saying that i don't have ASPD, so i'm just going to give the basics and hand you off to people who DO have it. it's important to bear in mind that ASPD is primarily considered traumagenic, and that, like any other disorder, it can manifest in a bunch of different ways, and people with it can behave very differently from one another.

ASPD is a cluster b personality disorder characterised by low empathy, limited range and depth of emotions, disregard for other people's feelings, disregard for societal conventions and morality, chronic anger, and chronic boredom. the common view of pwASPD is that they are violent criminals, but that is primarily because research is only ever done on the worst kinds of people, and i'm sure many of them are misdiagnosed. i'm sure i don't need to explain to you why basing a disorder solely off of people in prison is fucked as a concept, given how both the prison system and psychiatry are both incredibly flawed. (it's also for this reason that i have no scientific studies to give you, because the only ones i've come across are grossly ableist)

having ASPD comes with a lot of challenges, but having a disorder - any disorder - doesn't make you a bad person. from what i have seen, a lot of pwASPD don't so much 'not have morals' as have a deep distrust of authority and base their morality on logic or serving their own interests. in fact i've seen an awful lot of pwASPD who are very left leaning or are anarchists. of course there's also plenty who are right wing assholes, but that kind of goes to show that a disorder doesn't dictate your morality, it just might lead you to approach your sense of morality differently.

ASPD resources, from actual pwASPD:

https://shitborderlinesdo.tumblr.com/post/115096247519/the-anti-social-personality-disorder-checklist

https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/your-stories/life-with-antisocial-personality-disorder-aspd/ (cw for mention of csa)

https://inanawesomewave.tumblr.com/post/177638772232/the-bones-of-it

EMPATHY:

my favourite thing to rant about. empathy is wildly misunderstood by most people, so let's start off with a proper description. there are two main types of empathy: cognitive and affective. you will also see some people say that there's a third type, 'compassionate empathy', but i have never seen a definition of it that isn't based on the idea that empathy is necessary for compassion, so i'm ignoring it, and i'll get to compassion later.

cognitive empathy: basically, thinking about feeling. cognitive empathy is the ability to recognise and understand emotions. it is involved with reading people's expressions, or understanding why a certain situation might cause a certain emotional response.

affective empathy: this is typically what people mean when they talk about empathy - the ability to feel what someone else is feeling.

it's extremely important to note that this is fucking impossible. 'feeling what someone else is feeling' is some sci-fi nonsense. it isn't real. the belief that it is causes a lot of harm.

affective empathy, properly defined, is the a person's emotional response to an emotion that they perceive someone else having. it isn't always as simple as 'i'm happy because they're happy'. affective empathy can also be involved in more complicated situations, like feeling afraid because of perceived anger (which leads to a whole conversation about hyperempathy and hypervigilance and the relationship between them, but that's a whole other post that someone who actually has feelings would be more qualified to write)

so that's empathy. it's really just a bunch of feelings that we have about or in relation to other people's feelings. there's no moral component to feelings whatsoever. morality only comes into play when action is involved. which leads me to...

compassion: being kind, not as an inherent state of being, but as a choice.

i'll talk about my own experience here, but i've heard similar from other people with low/no empathy, and i've heard similar from some pwASPD as well.

i choose to be kind because i believe it's the right thing to do. i see a lot of injustice in the world, and it makes me furious - in fact, for me, it's primarily my anger that fuels my compassion. my morals have been based partly on feeling, but also on logic, and on a lot of research. to me, being kind is logical and sensible. it's logical to want people to be happy and safe and free. it benefits me too, for starters.

i don't need to feel sad about people's suffering to want it to stop. and though i don't really feel much empathy, i do still get emotional about things - i can still be sad or angry or happy about certain things happening, it's just... less than other people.

i look at the world around me and i try to find things that i can do to make it better because i think that's my job as a human. sometimes i'm bad at it, and sometimes i'm too tired to, but at the very least i can refuse to cause harm, and when i do, inevitably, cause harm, i can make amends.

(there's also a long discussion to be had about how basing your morality on your ability to empathise with people makes it extremely easy to no longer care about people who have been dehumanised, but that's a post i don't feel qualified to make)

a book i am desperate to read on this subject is Against Empathy by Paul Bloom, but here's an article about it, which is of course not perfect, but makes a lot of interesting points: https://www.vox.com/conversations/2017/1/19/14266230/empathy-morality-ethics-psychology-compassion-paul-bloom

i hope that helps explain some things. if you have - or anyone else has - more questions, feel free to ask, and i'll do my best to answer.

#empathy #low empathy #politics #kind of #autistic #actually autistic #there's a lot more i could say tbh but lets leave it there or i'll write an entire essay. with chapters #also i've used pwASPD because i usually see person first language used for personality disorders #and it's not my place to use identity first if that's not the community consensus #but pls let me know if you are ASPD/ are someone with ASPD (or another PD) and have thoughts or feelings on this #identity first vs person first is sth that's interesting to me #disability #ableism

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if-mirrormine · 6 months

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mm cast interview

characters: grayson donohue, kennedy rose, alex colwell, kelsey montgomery, nora, callie, demetri renfied

words: 1969

**unedited//you guys ever watch kitchen nightmares?**

Hello and welcome to the very long-awaited character interview! I'm your host, Alli, and I have with me today the cast of Mirror Mine!

Kelsey: They know what's going on; let's speed this up a bit, shall we?

(Grayson nudges her and she rolls her eyes but holds her tongue.)

I suppose we should just jump into it! I'll start with Kelsey, since she seems to have volunteered herself. First question; what made you become a detective?

Kelsey: (shrug) Why does anyone? To help those unable to help themselves. To bring justice to those who need it most.

How noble of you! And what were your impressions of the other cast members?

Kelsey: (she tilts her head to the side and hums) Gray was still a rookie when I first met him; I thought he was a total idiot that couldn't tell his arse from his elbow. But he's since grown on me and (eye roll) is actually quite competent and good at his job.

Grayson: (grinning) Thanks, Kels.

Kelsey: Yeah, whatever. Nora, I adore; she made me feel warm and welcome immediately. And she makes the best ratatouille I've ever tasted. I don't interact a lot with Callie, but they seem alright. Alex is way too happy-go-lucky for my liking but to each their own. And I like Kennedy; she seems to be the only one with her head screwed on straight.

And what about Demetri?

Kelsey: (deadpan) I said all I have to say.

Well... alright then! My next question is for Nora; how did it feel to raise two children on your own? Is there anything you would've changed?

Nora: It wasn't easy... those first couple of years were especially difficult. It was like suddenly not having any legs to stand on, I lost my balance a couple of times. But I'm so proud of who they grew up to be and I wouldn't have changed anything. Well, (dark chuckle) except maybe having my husband around.

(Demetri shifts in his seat, his eyes on the floor.)

Is there a specific memory that you'd consider to be your favourite?

Nora: Oh, there are just so many... (pause) I think if I had to choose, it would be Callie's first Christmas. Demetri and I had decided to keep the celebration small instead of inviting our family over, so it was just the four of us. MC was so excited to help Cal unwrap their presents that they didn't even care about their own. We spent the day in our pyjamas, let the kids watch cartoons and play with their new toys... it was the perfect day.

Demetri, would you say that's your favourite memory too?

Demetri: Like Nora said, there are too many to choose from but... that was a really good one.

But it's not your favourite. (He shakes his head.) And if you had to choose?

Demetri: The day I married Nora.

(Nora looks away to the floor and chews on the inside of her cheek.)

Let's move on, shall we? Alex! What is it about Grayson that makes u tease him so much?

Alex: (grinning) He just makes it so easy. He's a walking treasure trove of material.

(Grayson crosses his arms over his chest and grumbles quietly to himself.)

Alex: See what I mean?

Why did you choose paediatric surgery?

Alex: Well, I like children and I like helping people; so, when I realised I could do both, it was an easy choice to make.

But surely that must make things worse when things go wrong?

Alex: (serious) Of course; it's always really difficult to lose a patient but I understand that sometimes there's simply nothing that can done, even if you've done everything in your power to make it not so. A lot of doctors struggle with blaming themselves when things go wrong and I used to too, but I've learned that I can't let myself get swept up in my grief or my next patient might suffer too.

I like that; I think that makes you a great doctor. Now on a lighter note: what made you like MC in high school?

Alex: (with a surprised laugh) Oh, I... don't actually know. I just remember thinking that I needed to talk to them and get to know them, you know? And after our first date, I just wanted more and more.

And how did it feel when you broke up the first time?

Alex: Oof, not great. I was an idiot to let them believe I didn't care for them as much I did - as much as I still do - and that's one of my biggest regrets. I was so relieved when they agreed to get back together; I'd felt like I'd been drowning without them but as soon as they were by my side, I could breathe again.

That's so romantic! I think my next few questions will be for Grayson!

Grayson: (with a nervous smile) I'm ready.

What was the hardest thing for you when MC disappeared?

Callie: (scoff) Jeez, Alli; don't hold back.

(Nora shushes Callie.)

Grayson: (after clearing his throat) You mean besides losing my best friend? I guess losing MC meant losing myself in a way. For so long I'd seen us as me and MC that when it was suddenly just me, I didn't really know how to act anymore. I don't think I'll ever be the same person I was ten years ago.

(Kelsey reaches out to rub his back and he gives her a tight-lipped smile.)

That must've been tough. We've talked quite a bit about the past and favourite memories; do you have one of the MC?

Grayson: My fourteenth birthday. I was supposed to spend it with my dad, but he had to work so MC did everything they could to cheer me up. I think about that day a lot whenever I need a smile.

And how did you realise that you were in love with them?

(He blinks in surprise but quickly regains his composure, his face red.)

Grayson: I guess when I started to look forward to seeing them every day. I'd wake up thinking about them, wondering what we'd do and talk about, and even if the day was objectively bad, I'd say it was good because I got to spend it with them.

I'll go easy on you for this last one: what's it like being a detective? Do you enjoy it as much as you think you would've enjoyed business?

Grayson: It's definitely... interesting. It's a lot more paperwork than I ever thought it would be, which is less than fun.

(Kelsey stifles a laugh and he cracks a smile at her reaction.)

Grayson: (cont.) But overall, I enjoy it; it's a lot different than business, that's for sure. As for whether I'd have enjoyed business more if I stayed... I'll never know for sure, but something tells me I made the right choice.

So mysterious... Let's pivot over to Kennedy!

Kennedy: (imitating Grayson) I'm ready.

(The cast laughs and Grayson does his best to hide a smile behind a look of annoyance.)

What made you choose teaching as a profession?

Kennedy: I always loved learning new things, no matter the subject so going to school every day was really exciting for me, unlike every other child alive, I'm sure. But one of the things that made it so great were the teachers who dedicated their lives to imparting their wisdom and knowledge. I wanted to have that same kind of impact.

And what do you like most about teaching?

Kennedy: Probably seeing that impact in action. (Smiling) So many students come in and out of my classroom and I love knowing that I had a hand, or even just a pinky finger, in getting them where they want to be in life.

On the subject of students... do you have a favourite?

Kennedy: (with a stifled laugh) What kind of teacher would I be if I answered that question?

So that's a 'yes'?

(She makes a gesture of sealing her lips.)

Okay, how about my next question; what do you look for in a partner?

(She thinks for a moment before nodding decisively)

Kennedy: All the usual things; patience, kindness, a sense of humour... someone who I can spend the whole day with without having to say a word in order to be comfortable or show my love for them. Someone I can trust wholeheartedly to catch me when I fall, to lead me when I can't see.

Do you think you've met such a person yet?

Kennedy: (with a wistful smile) Possibly.

Alright, don't tell me... I've got some questions for Callie.

Callie: Hit me.

What's your favourite thing on the menu at the restaurant?

Callie: That mom makes? I'd kill a man for her calzone. But if we're talking about my personally curated dessert menu; I simply can't choose, they're all perfect. (Beat) With that being said, I always recommend the beignets to anyone who'll listen.

Good to know... did you always want to be a pastry chef?

Callie: (shrug) Guess so. I did get forklift certified a couple years back but there's just something about baking that kept pulling me back.

Alex: I think the something you're looking for is that baked goods are delicious.

Callie: (nodding) That'll do it.

My next question is a bit of a hard hitter... what is one thing you've always wanted to say to MC but never did?

Callie: My favourite colour is sage green.

(Nora nudges them, giving them a meaning look and they roll their eyes before crossing their arms over their chest and looking at the floor.)

Callie: Fine, I guess... I don't want to you to hate me. I know I wasn't the best sibling to you, especially those few years before you disappeared, I wasn't very nice, but I didn't mean it. (They take a deep breath.) For a while I was jealous of you... you had more friends than I ever did, you were better at a lot of things than me, you knew dad a lot longer than me... I thought it was unfair, but it was even more unfair for me to take it out on you even though it wasn't your fault. Then you disappeared and I was just so angry at myself for wasting so much of our time together resenting you -

(They're cut off by a choked sob and Nora quickly wraps her arms around them.)

Callie: (crying) I'm sorry, MC; please don't hate me.

They don't hate you, Cal; I can promise you that. (Beat) To wrap everything up, my last few questions are for Demetri.

Demetri: This should be fun... let's hear it then.

First question: what is wrong with you?

(He snorts, hiding his laughter behind a fist.)

Demetri: How much time do you have?

Evidently, not enough... next question: why did you leave your family ten years ago?

Demetri: (with a sad smile) You know I can't answer that.

I had to ask. I suppose I'll settle for the next best thing: do you regret leaving?

Demetri: Yes, it was the worst decision I've ever had to make.

Knowing how everything turned out, would you do it again if given the choice?

(Nora watches him with tears in her eyes and he turns his head to look at her and Callie, an unreadable look on his face.)

Demetri: Yes. (He looks away and Nora squeezes her eyes shut causing tears to slip down her face.) There's nothing I'd change either.

Well; this has all been very... enlightening. Thank you so much for joining me today and thank you to everyone who sent in questions. Couldn't have done it without you! And now, as they say in the biz; it's Christmas, let's go home!

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