#so with that in mind it seems clear to me the writers weren't trying to avoid Jeresa
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QOTS Rewatch - 5x09 - A Prueba de Balas
I cannot believe this is my second-to-last episode debrief for this rewatch. This whole thing has taken way longer than I initially planned but also I'm not even ready for it to end! WHAT WILL I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW??? Who'm I kidding, I'll keep rewatching and keep writing fics and keep digging up QOTS gifsets to reblog that I haven't reblogged yet. But I'm getting ahead of myself. First, I just have a few thoughts to share about this beautiful episode beyond what I wrote last year after it aired live. When I first watched this episode I had no idea what to make of it; I was so annoyed by all the Kote and trying not to be nervous about the finale and wanting more out of the Jeresa. In some ways, it hasn't improved on rewatch, but in many ways, it totally has. I love this episode on rewatch (it is WAY less stressful knowing it all works out in the end!).
My debrief last year said that some of the things I was annoyed by in this episode -- the prolonged Kote scenes and lack of actual Jeresa conversations -- might be redeemed by the finale. In essentials, that didn't end up happening in the way I imagined at the time. I essentially thought that if (1) Pote ended up dying (or Kote in some other way had a plot twist or didn't get a happy ending) and (2) James and Teresa were revealed to have been plotting a fake death escape all along (or at least for a while), that it would satisfyingly explain both the extended Kote and the lack of Jeresa in 5x09 (and to a certain extent earlier episodes as well).
This only sorta happened, and yet, in my opinion, 5x09 aged surprisingly well. Obviously Kote did get a happy ending and there's a part of me that is still 😒 about it because their story never resonated with me as you all well know. And yes, their scenes in 5x09 are too long. But from a writing perspective, I sorta get it in hindsight; for the fanbase (apparently sizable) that DID love Pote and Kote, planting them in the suburbs and showing Pote adjusting was part of what made their happily ever after feel believable I guess. So even though their relationship does absolutely nothing for me and even though I feel profoundly irritated at how stupid and sexist they ended up writing Pote to be, I on a rational level get that writing.
But other than Kote, I honestly love 5x09's Jeresa scenes. No, we did not get a plot-twist reveal in the finale that ended up showing us substantive flashbacks to Teresa and James working out their plan. That is a disappointment for sure (one that I'm sure I'll discuss in the finale's rewatch posts lol). But we do get a lot of Jeresa in this episode and LOOK AT THEMMM. They are tethered to each other by an invisible elastic thread and literally everything about them in every scene together screams how inseparable they are, how ridiculously in love with each other they are, both of them, and how deeply they rely on each other. Completely openly now. Even before the kiss and the I love yous.
It's so freaking soft and beautiful even though most of their scenes are them working together. The thing is that them working together in synchronicity is where they began and so it's a fitting way to show them together as they near the end, too. It's also important to see how their working relationship is changed now. It's not the hierarchy of seasons 1 and 2 in which Teresa essentially reported to James (well, at least until the end of season 2). It's not the hierarchy of seasons 3 and 5 either, in which James reported to Teresa. Nothing has explicitly changed, but it's abundantly obvious in this episode that they are working together now. Teresa's the leader of the cartel but James is her partner. He may not be co-owner of the business or anything like that but he's not working for her. They are very clearly deciding things together now. She consults with him; he refers to her. There is no longer any kind of hierarchy. Just a very clear mutual respect.
So I don't know. Sure, I would love dialogue between them like we had during the earlier seasons that lasts longer than 30 seconds but it feels like part of the point now is that there is almost too much to say, and yet none of it really needs saying. It'll be said eventually. But how could the show have possibly done justice to the years of feelings they're finally coming around to in a scene of dialogue? It's really hard to imagine. Trust me, I know, because I tried to write the extended scenes fan fic for this episode and the next, and it was HARD. I would've loved to have seen something like what I ended up writing on screen, to be sure, but would it have really felt like it belonged in the penultimate QOTS episode? I don't know. I really don't.
The one thing I do wish is that the balcony scene had had some more dialogue before Teresa kissed James. That scene did feel jarring in how fast it moved after a drawn-out Kote scene about putting together a crib in suburbia. But the juxtaposition to me also in some ways works because it really elevates Teresa and James. If I'm being honest, the episodes in which I really wanted to see more Jeresa conversations were 3 and 4, maybe even 5 or 6 -- but not these later ones. I think their scenes, unspoken feelings filling in all the empty space around them no matter where they are and what they're doing, are completely perfect. I really do. Which isn't to say I wouldn't have loved to see more of their emotional processing but that, I don't know, I'm not sure this is really the show that was ever going to do that. Most of their best conversations historically have been of the angsty processing variety.
So, well, I'll just fast-forward the Kote scenes when I watch this again and I'll be happy. Their love scene, MY GODS, it is incredible. Would I like a scene where James pushes Teresa against a wall and takes charge? Um, yes. Does that supercede the absolute joy I get from their blissful we-might-die-tomorrow-so-what-the-hell soft and sweet sex? No, it doesn't. Their softness with each other is absolutely to die for. I don't think I'll ever recover from it.
So, that concludes my thoughts on 5x09. On to the finale. I can't believe I made it. The end is near 🥺
#qots s5#5x09#2021 rewatch#txt post#qots reaction post#qots meta#I made the point in my original live debrief that Teresa not only didn't have substantive conversations with James#but she also didn't have substantive conversations with ANY other character#so with that in mind it seems clear to me the writers weren't trying to avoid Jeresa#they just decided that moving Teresa in the queenpin direction meant closing her off to other characters#and even though this episode is the final turnaround--she's arriving as queenpin in some ways (her killing Kostya is THE ultimate#queenpin moment) but is also abandoning queenpin once and for all--#it's easy for me to understand how she is still at a loss for words now with her world falling down around her#but her body language and eyes tell us everything we want to know about where she's at and what she's feeling#so thank you Alice for that
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CELLOPHANE ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PART III
༘⋆ PAIRING — olo’eyktan!jake x fem!reader
༘⋆ SUMMARY — in which your taboo infatuation with your olo’eyktan begins to cause problems.
༘⋆ WARNINGS — age gap (32 & 22), mentions of daddy issues, power imbalance, no comfort angst, infidelity, mild violence, alcohol usage, arguing, eventual smut.
༘⋆ NOTES — i’m sorry this took so long my writers blocks has been so bad. pls forgive me love u. swoaseyn = kava bowl. i couldn’t find what they use for alcohol on pandora, so i jus implemented something from my own culture lmao i was shocked to find out there was a word in na’vi for kava bowl so i jus ran w/ it 😭 it’s basically like a drug made from the roots or stump of a kava shrub. & typically prepared in like a rlly gross drink. for me, it sorta gives the same effect as being drunk so ?? reader is a crying drunken mess in this xx s/o to the girlies who breakdown whenever they drink !!!
MASTERLIST + CELLOPHANE MASTERLIST
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you’d been mulling over that brief interaction with jake, already missing the gentleness of his hand on your cheek. ‘sweet’. he thought you were sweet. it was more than just being seen as ‘nice’ or ‘friendly’ — he meant more to his words. that simple word played on replay inside your mind throughout the entire day.
it influenced your entire attitude. your whole look on things between yourself and jake. it seemed like you didn’t have to try that hard to find ways to impress him - maybe he was already smitten. that little possibility was just enough to encourage your decisions for the celebration, including the attire you chose to wear.
“you’re looking hot.” ky’ana commented as she sauntered into your hut, her inquisitive eyes glancing up and down your body with a sly grin.
“or should i say ‘sweet’? would that be a better description?”
you rolled your eyes at ky'ana's mockery, smiling a little to yourself as you reminisced about what’d happened in the morning. “very funny.” you say sarcastically.
ky’ana had watched the entire ordeal unfold in front of her as she collected the fruits. the way jake caressed your cheek, sucking off the juice of the berry residue from his thumb. she knew all too well what his intentions were, which explained why she’d stepped away to continue with her tasks. if anyone had seen the way jake had grown to act around you - it was ky’ana. jake wasn’t as subtle as he believed he was.
you were finishing up the final details of your attire. your top was beaded, reflecting beautifully with amethyst and magenta tones. the thin top cascaded over your chest, barely covering the peaks of your breasts. your tewng was dangerously short, almost leaving nothing to the imagination with how slender the veil was. it was an annual celebration for the clan - you weren't the only person who'd be dressed in such a manner. but that didn't stop you from making subtle adjustments to show yourself off just a little more.
you'd woven flower petals into your dark braids, the pop of colour amidst your hair made you resemble royalty in a way. you definitely had dressed yourself up to impress, it was clear as day.
“getting all pretty for a certain someone?” ky’ana teased, standing behind you as she gave your ass a playful slap. she’d been relentless with her taunts ever since this morning, and truthfully - you didn’t mind it. you relished in the memory of it, and you wanted to be reminded of it constantly. to relive that memory until the end of time.
“maybe.” you glance over at your best friend, nibbling on your bottom lip to suppress your smile.
ky’ana could only laugh in response, linking her slender arm with yours as she lead you towards the camp grounds. “let’s go have some fun.”
the festival was in full effect. the clan celebrated loudly. a plentiful amount of music, cheer and dancing surrounded you and ky’ana as you both walked into the village. you were transfixed from the beauty of your people, how the liveliness of the illuminating forest and beaconing moonlight shone upon them. it was certainly a sight to see. after the gruelling months that your people had experienced during their ambushes - seeing them in a state of pure merriment and euphoria warmed your heart.
your hopeful eyes drifted across the lively festival, desperate to spot out jake amongst the crowd. the boisterous sounds of the festival had turned into white noise, your gaze immediately falling on him from across the blazing bonfire. sparks of excitement jolted through your body as your tail began to swish behind you, flicking up in the air as if you’d been given a treat.
jake was far too busy with his family to even recognise you. him and neytiri were holding little tuk on their shoulders together, providing their youngest daughter with the perfect view of the clan’s celebration. a sudden wave of jealousy washed over you like a tidal wave - it came crashing down hard as you watched just how joyful they were. you began to feel ridiculous for how ecstatic you’d been to see jake, for him to see you in such a tantalising outfit. maybe you’d done it again - mistaking his kindness for something more.
ky’ana took notice of your reaction, her gaze following yours and screwing up her face up at the scene. she nudged your side, giving you a weary smile as she tried to distract you from your dismay.
“c’mon, let’s get something to eat.” ky’ana insisted, giving you no choice but to go with her as she dragged you along.
you reluctantly looked away from jake in the distance, your lips forming a slight pout while you followed besides ky’ana. your disappointment would have been unjustified in everyone’s eyes except your best friend’s - she was truly the only person who could understand.
the both of you reached the supper area, an abundance of food displayed across the carved table. you picked up a piece of roasted teylu, sheepishly biting into the grub with a small frown. you couldn’t stop yourself from turning back around and glancing over at jake once again - stupidly punishing yourself by watching him. he was so happy. why would you try and ruin that? jake’s entire world was his family, his mate. you had no right to feel so envious about it.
“hey.” ky’ana says to you, tilting her head to side as she gauged your solemn expression. her delicate fingers graced your cheek, turning your head and forcing you to look into her narrowed eyes. “do not get hung up on that. we are having fun tonight, alright?”
“i feel stupid.” you mumble quietly, glancing down at the attire you’d carefully curated just for jake’s attention. you just wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
ky’ana shook her head, stepping away for a brief moment before returning with a small, wooden bowl. she brought it up to her lips, taking a long sip of the murky liquid. her body jerked in reaction, her pupils dilating slightly just from the taste alone. “this will help.” she handed you the bowl with a mischievous smile. “drink up. all of it.”
you reluctantly raise the bowl to your mouth, your nose scrunching up as you inhaled the alcoholic scent. ky’ana only pestered you to drink it as she noticed your hesitation. you gave her an uneasy glance before sighing defeatedly, taking a long, deep breath in. with one swift motion, you downed the remaining of the drink.
you shriek in disgust, immediately gagging at the foul taste. it was too late to spit it out, you’d already swallowed the entirety of the bowl. you jumped up and down in your spot, fighting off the urge to dry heave across the village grounds. “that was disgusting! what was that?”
ky’ana cackled loudly at your reaction, taking the bowl from your hands with an amused grin. “don’t worry about what it is. the taste will be worth it…twenty minutes from now.”
“that wasn’t…no.” your eyes widen at the realisation of what ky’ana had made you drink. you look at the object in her hands, realising it wasn’t an average bowl. she was holding a kava bowl - a swoaseyn. “ky’ana! oh, eywa. i’m going to die tonight. i’m going to fucking die.”
you begin to freak out as you anxiously look around the village, feeling as though the camp was spinning around you. the paranoia was affecting your ability to focus, rather than the drink itself. you’d never experienced consuming kava, and you wouldn’t have expected that tonight would be the time. realistically, it hadn’t even entered your system yet. the fear of being in some drug-induced panic was causing this sudden outburst.
“it’ll be fine, trust me.” ky’ana placed two hands on your shoulders, levelling her calm eyes with your teary ones. she assuringly squeezed you, giving you a feeble shake to persuade you to relax. “i will be with you all night. i won’t leave your side at all, don’t worry. this is going to be an incredible night.”
you were panting relentlessly, nodding your head almost manically at this point. it took you a few moments of deep breaths and internal affirmations to eventually calm your nerves. “o-okay…i trust you.”
“good.” ky’ana smiled, taking your hand in hers and gently urging you towards the festival. “let’s dance.”
the two of you rushed over to the crowd, joining in the dances amongst the clan. you were stiff and awkward, which was to be expected on you after your little freak out. you watched intently as your people swayed expertly, moving in perfect motion with one another as the loud music boomed inside your ears. their slender bodies were pressed against each other’s, every movement and direction moved exactly in tandem with the banging drums.
the dances were much more provocative than you’d expected, unlike the typical festival traditions that had been more modest in movement. flickers of orange, blue and purple painted the faces of the crowd. the foreign scent of sweat and arousal shot through your senses, making your muscles tense slightly. it was like everyone was moving in slow motion, brushing against yours and ky’ana’s bodies as they dripped with sensuality. you began to grow mildly excited as you watched with hazed eyes, trying to mimic the dancing on your own. though failing, as per usual.
ky’ana encouraged you to follow her lead, standing in front of you with a wide smile. she held your soft hips, directing you to gently move yourself from side to side. the dance seemed difficult at first, as if you were a child taking their first steps. you held onto her shoulders for balance, trying to instruct yourself to follow the rhythm of the lively sounds that blasted tumultuously.
“just relax.” ky’ana soothes your nervousness, feeling how tense you were through the very tips of her fingers.
“shut up, i’m trying.” you argue with a frown, simply earning an inaudible chuckle from her.
with enough practice and instruction from ky’ana, you eventually found your rhythm. your hips swayed heavenly in motion with the music, perfectly matching the movement’s of the clan. this was a miraculous moment for you - considering you usually danced as if you had two, left feet. you laughed wildly as your frail arms reached into the air, allowing the effects of the steamy dancing and bitter kava to envelope your body entirely.
ky’ana was right. this did help you forget a little. enough to distract you from the fact that jake’s gaze would soon fall upon you from across the crowd.
jake and neytiri were situated upon a perched, timber structure that resembled a stage, sat upon two makeshift thrones. this provided them with the perfect view of the exuberant celebration. they watched as their children ran unruly amongst the village grounds, enjoying the festivities with the other kids in the clan. it was truly a beautiful sight to see, the both of them grinning widely with intertwined hands.
“beautiful, hm?” neytiri says to jake while she looks upon the clan, smiling contently to herself as she soaks in the atmosphere.
jake nodded in agreement, giving neytiri’s hand a little squeeze. “one for the books, that’s for sure.” he chuckled with a dopey smile.
despite being mated with jake for as long as they had - neytiri still found his phrases quite confusing. across the years, she’d grown to find them more endearing than anything. even though she had no clue what jake was talking about half the time - she’d simply brush it off as sky people nonsense.
“yes. one for the books.” neytiri repeated jake’s words, laughing softly alongside him as their gazes drifted back over to the festival.
jake’s eyes darted across the crowd, his interest peaking as he watched how the clan danced with one another. it was certainly tantalising, almost lewd. he found his head slowly bopping on beat with the music, tapping his foot gently against the wood as he smiled flippantly to himself. these celebrations were always a joy to spectate, considering he wasn’t the greatest dancer. jake had tried many times to try and teach himself how to move like the na’vi, but to no avail. though, he didn’t mind - it was more fun to observe.
as jake quietly basked in the bustle of the festival, it didn’t take too long before you quickly snatched his attention. his mouth fell agape at the sight of you.
it was like a spotlight had shone upon you as his stare fixated completely on your movements. you were almost mesmerising in a way, each gyrate and gentle sway of your lustrous hips entranced jake. he could only see you. the detail you’d put into your outfit was noticed immediately by jake - and he could see it despite being so distanced from you. the pretty flowers in your hair, that little tewng - every. single. detail.
you were so carefree and beautiful, moving in such a way it could hypnotise a man. you’d never been so vivacious, and it didn’t seem like you even knew how truly alluring you were. how could you be so unknowingly bewitching?
no. i shouldn’t be looking.
a surge of guilt spread throughout jake as he found himself practically drooling. he shouldn’t be looking at you in such a way - he was mated. and happily so. it only made matters worse that he was holding his wife’s hand, all while his predatory stare was glued to someone else. and not just any woman. it was you.
“that girl is nothing but trouble.” neytiri suddenly comments, snapping jake out of his trance. he blinked profusely, shifting a little in his seat as his eyes darted over to his mate. he feared that he’d been caught staring at you - and the nerves bubbled inside him rapidly.
“what? what girl?”
neytiri gestured towards ky’ana, shaking her head at the girl in the crowd. “she is always causing problems.”
jake almost let out a sigh of relief once he realised neytiri wasn’t talking about you. while he questioned his mate’s judgement of ky’ana, he was just happy she hadn’t taken notice of his burning stare. “n-nah, she’s a good kid. little rough around the edges, is all.”
“she is a bad influence, look at what she has done to her friend.” neytiri scoffs at you in the crowd, almost taking pity on you - believing you were somehow a victim of ky’ana’s behaviour. “ma’jake, ky’ana gave her kava. i witnessed it with my own eyes.”
“what’s so bad about that? they’re just havin’ some fun. it’s a celebration, ain’t it?” jake tried to reason with neytiri, chortling lightly in hopes of lightening her mood. he was struck with confusion at her sudden disdain towards ky’ana, considering she’d never spoken about it with him.
“you know how her friend is. she is reserved, and quiet. and now she is dancing like some sort of sex symbol.”
jake feigned curiosity, using neytiri’s response as an excuse to look at you once again. she wasn’t wrong, you were dancing a little more amorously than the clan was at this point. it seemed that the kava had given you some sort of surge of confidence, and now you were in a state of pure ecstasy. in fact, your movements were so slow and sensual - it was clear you were no longer in a stable state of mind.
“yeah, i guess.” jake coughed awkwardly, tearing his eyes away from your body to look back at neytiri. “c’mon, don’t get so strung up on it. it’s harmless fun, nothin’ more to it.”
“i suppose.” neytiri mutters, leaning back into her seat as her fierce glare remains on ky’ana. though, it soon turns to an exasperated expression. “now look.”
jake gave neytiri an odd glance, looking back over at the crowd once again. his gaze instinctively falls on you as per usual, his eyes widening at the sight. in just a matter of moments, you’d managed to go from a lively, dancing joy to an emotional wreck in ky’ana’s arms. were you seriously this much of a lightweight? he felt bad for chuckling a little, but it wasn’t with malicious intent. he simply hadn’t expected you to react this way to kava, it was supposed to relax you. it appeared that you were the exception to the rule.
neytiri nudged jake’s arm, motioning for him to do something to help. “go and check on her.”
“huh? oh, uh. yeah, sure.” jake quickly rose from his seat, trying to suppress the excitement that was building within him.
“shh, it’s alright.” ky’ana tried to console you, rubbing your back gently as you began to suddenly cry in her arms. truthfully, this was bound to happen. she knew you better than anyone else - and this was your first time experiencing a kava high. being the sensitive person you were, ky’ana expected this reaction, and she was fully prepared for what was to happen.
“i ju..just want someone to love me.” you sobbed onto ky’ana’s shoulder, dampening her warm skin with your tears. your speech was slurred and languid, leaving your mouth through drawn out cries. “i want j..jake, i can’t live w-without him.”
ky’ana lead you away from the crowd, keeping you firmly embraced you in a comforting hug. she couldn’t have anyone hearing what you were saying, knowing that you basically zero filter at this point. she didn’t want to risk you slipping up about your interest in jake. “c’mon, you’re being silly now. he’s just a guy, you’ll survive without him.” she laughed playfully at your dramatics.
you continued to cry drunkenly in ky’ana’s arms, your words coming out as nothing but incoherent gibberish. “ky’ana, you don’t get it. jake’s my. my love life. he is the love life..love my life. i want him s..so bad.”
your best friend could only chuckle in response, cooing quietly in your ear as she continued to console you. “i know, i know. he’s the love of your life, i get it.” she giggled into your ear, her soft hands running up and down your spine.
you’d lasted exactly an hour and a half before this breakdown came around. for you, that was rather impressive. for ky’ana, it was nice to see you let loose; even if it were for only a short amount of time. you were always so hung up on jake, jake, jake. and while she supported you no matter what - she knew that this little situation you had with him was doing you no good. at least not lately. you were so boy-crazy over jake that you’d started to lose your own identity in the midst of it.
“hey, there’s plenty of guys in the clan who’d kill to be with you.” ky’ana says with a smile, hoping her words would assure you just a little.
though, this had the opposite effect on you, and your sobs just worsened. “i don’t want anyone else! i-i want jake, h..he’s my, he’s the one i want.”
ky'ana simply allowed you to vent all your sadness to her, keeping you close to her as she rocked your body back and forth. you were so grateful for your best friend, she truly loved you. she had so much patience to deal with you and your annoying crush - but she wouldn't have it any other way.
after minutes of sulking, you felt ky'ana begin to tense up, her arms growing stiff around you as she suddenly stopped laughing. you were too busy babbling about jake to even question her reaction, and your confusion only heightened as she instructed you to be quiet. in your dazed state, you lifted your face from her shoulder and furrowed your eyes at her. you couldn't even muster up a proper response, opting to just whine stupidly as you tried to pry away from her.
"i’m being serious, shut up. jake’s coming." she warned in a hushed whisper, keeping her grip firmly around your shoulders.
all you heard was ‘jake’, and you instantly felt your heart flutter. you swivelled around while ky’ana kept you locked in her embrace, a lazy smile curling on your lips as tears continued to fall down your face. this was the first time jake had approached you during the festival, and in your mind - all you could think was he’d finally see your pretty outfit.
jake strode over to you and ky’ana with concerned visage, being careful with his choice of words in fear of making the situation worse. he wore bashful smile as he tried to gauge your reaction to his presence, but it was quite challenging considering you were smiling at him while bawling your eyes out.
“everything alright?” jake asks cautiously, more so speaking to ky’ana than you.
she nodded assuringly, trying to sway jake’s concerns in hopes of him leaving them alone. in your inebriated state, she couldn’t risk the possibility of you drunkenly admitting your feelings for him. “yeah, we’re good, sir. she, uh..she’s just tired.”
her lie was so bad, it almost made jake cackle in response. “tired, huh?” he’d croon with a lighthearted chortle, eyeing down your stumbling frame in ky’ana’s grasp. “y’know, i wasn’t born yesterday.”
“it’s, uh..”
ky’ana was cut off by your muddled words. “hiii.” you waved at jake, giggling deliriously as you stared at him with hazed, admiring eyes.
“hey, hon.” jake returned the gesture, giving you a small wave. his smile grew wider, almost smitten by how cheery your voice was. “you feelin’ alright?”
“m’feeling great, jake.” you held two thumbs up, still in a fit of drunken giggles. “i am just..just fantastic.”
a sense of warmth rose in jake as you answered his question, seeing you in such an inebriated state wasn’t a sight he thought he’d witness tonight. jake found it equal parts amusing and gushing, he’d be more than willing to listen to your drunken rambling all night long. was this thought innocent in nature? jake had no idea anymore. he couldn’t brush off the way he’d been watching you. but he kept that curiosity hidden deeply inside his mind - wrapped up in pure denial.
your back was pressing hard against ky’ana chest, making it blatantly obvious you were struggling to keep balanced. your friend was putting in her best efforts to support you, though her weaker arms were struggling to clutch your weight. ky’ana was trying to shield her discomfort with a forced smile, taking her leg and hooking it around your knee, hoping to straighten it. but each attempt was met with buckled knees, and your body slumping heavier in her hold.
jake was observing the entire ordeal, feeling awfully sympathetic towards ky’ana as she kept trying to help you. she clearly cared about you, and she’d spent the night thus far comforting you. jake wished neytiri could see her in this light.
“i could help ‘ya take her home.” jake suggests to ky’ana, his benevolent yet pitied gaze hinting he could tell how hard she was fighting to hold you upwards.
ky’ana was swift to protest against jake’s help, her demeanour shifting to a sudden apprehension. “i’m good, sir. i’ll get her back just fine.”
but after you stumbled once again and nearly caused ky’ana to topple over, it was clear jake wasn’t taking no for an answer. he stepped forward and swiftly scooped you up bridal style, your body going limp in his arms immediately. if you were sober, your mind would be going absolutely haywire. being cradled in jake’s brawny arms, flushed face pressed against the soft of his chest was all you wanted.
you wouldn’t even remember it the next day, and you were too intoxicated to appreciate it in the moment.
“i’ve got’cha, sweetheart. how’s about we get ‘ya home for some rest, hm?” jake cooed to you, pushing those tingling feelings blooming in his tummy. he tried to subside it with that typical, friendliness he usually possessed.
“mhm.” you nodded languidly.
ky’ana nervously stared at you in jake’s embrace, her insides churning at the thought of you stupidly saying something you shouldn’t. and at the rate you were going, that potential of her fear becoming a reality was a reality was much more than likely.
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(part 2) A Deep Dive into Milkvan and Byler's Development: If Milkvan's Destined Endgame, Why's it Written Like This???
The decision to confirm Will to be in love with MIKE is wild, and I'll tell you why.
When you add a third party to a t.v show relationship, if the first relationship isn't perfect, people gunna start rooting for the third party. Take Stancy for instance.
Throughout s2, we got the vibes that Jonathan held feelings for Nancy. This was clear. But Nancy was still with Steve. This means, in order for us not to sympathize more for Jonathan, Nancy and Steve gotta be ✧ tight ✧. I mean, their issues must be kept at a low, and at the end of the day it's gotta be clearer to us that Nancy does in fact love Steve. Welp, that wasn’t the case. Stancy's relationship ✧ struggled ✧, justifying intimate moments between Nancy and Jonathan - making us feel as if he'd be better for her after all. A smart writing choice, as Duffers intended Jancy as season 2's endgame pairing.
Now, I'd like to point out the foreshadowing of this development.
Come the wrapping up of s1, and it seemed Nancy had retreated back to Steve.
They'd clearly reconciled and - to an outsider - all would appear to be going smoothly. But us as the audience know that not to be the case.
One reason? Well, she'd just shared a suggesting moment with Jonathan.
So our minds weren't on Steve and this show of his with Nancy. Rather, we read into Nancy's slight discomfort, and wondered if perhaps she'd prefer being with Jonathan instead.
This was of course intentional. I'd like to briefly bring to attention the similarities in these moments to ones at the end of s3 - between Mike and Will, and then Mike and El.
Here a conclusion to milkvan's seasonal drama is made, them seemingly staying together, parting on good terms. Hm. And milkvan's moment is.. kinda like stancy's. They got back together because, well, El said she loves Mike. And Steve loves Nancy. And Mike loves El right? The way Nancy loved Steve- But just, coincidentally, we have byler's reconciliation too.
This came before the guy's makeup with El, because, why? This was quite the interesting decision mates. It means that whilst he spends that moment with his girlfriend, our minds are fresh off of Will. People might read into the way he's acting in contrast, just maybe, the way they did during stancy. And people did. That's a bit of a fumble on the writers' part, if you ask me. I know you're trying to let us know that Mike's now on good terms with both members, and his and El's goodbye needs to be the dramatic finishing of the season, but, man, did byler even have to make up at all here you guys? I mean this miscommunication of theirs lasts through to s4 (just like janc-). Why not sort their good terms out later or earlier on, so that we have more mindspace here to focus solely on milkvan, our main main? Or at least, why not just have Mike apologize to Will and be done with it? He could even apologize alongside Lucas, making the moment less personal. And Will could simply forgive him, give a dudely pat it out, and that's it. We wash our hands.
But nah. There's this electricity in the air. The swelling music, the prolonged looks, this doesn't.. seem like a simple make up. It's startlingly short, making us feel as if there have been things left unsaid. And that line,
".. Not possible."
It's so... implying. What do you mean? Why are you looking at eachother like that? What am I meant to get from this scene?
And it isn't a closing reconciliation either, they haven't properly ended their season's drama. I mean no one even apologized for the argument, we're just sort of left with this. Left with the hint of a story that might be further explored - their moment coming off more as anticipation for what's to come than a conclusion. Maybe just a bit like Jonathan and Nancy s1.
But so what? That does not have to mean anything romantic between them is to be told. After all, El just expressed to Mike that she loves him. This means that these sweethearts are practically fortold as endgame, right?
Alright I'll stop stalling.
Season 4.
So. Will is in love with Mike now. Huh. Well, I don't recommend this. As I said, you risk people rooting for Will beyond their hopes for Mike and El as a couple. If this is a plotline you desire, it has to be navigated with precision. So this means that milkvan must be on their A game. Struggle between them has got to be handled delicately. As we see in stancy, and as we saw in s3, just making up at the end of it all isn't good enough. You can risk this mistake once, but we must like these guys together throughout season 4, more than we sorrow for Will. Infact, Will's feelings must not be made too big of a deal. Mike and El are going to stay together, so we should feel a bit sorry for him, but not gather any hope that things will actually work out to his favour.
Like Dustin in s2. He sprouted small feelings for Max, and so did Lucas. Lumax were the endgame, so Dustin's feelings were craftly navigated and not made more important than Max and Lucas' bond. We don't really feel that Dustin is in love with Max, moreso that he likes her and has some moments of jealousy aimed at Lucas. Noone really wanted him with her more than they rooted for Lumax, though we did sympathize for him and feel bad for him regardless.
So yeah, this can easily be written out for Will too. If his story's purpose is meant for the exploration of a gay kid navigating a still homoph#bic time, then there's a lot that can be done without even having to spare much screen time between him and Mike. Focus on his fear of judgement from Jonathan moreso maybe, or have Argyle say something - it can be whatever, mention something homoph#bic, mention something not homoph#bic and give Will hope, whatever - which sets off a thought or idea for Will that prepares his arc for the season.
Back to Mike and El - so we want a 'scared to say "I love you"' subplot. That's good, that good. Fleshes out Mike, plays into El's fears. Shouldn't be too hard.
There's already a mild problem though. This plot is playing out twice at once. We have our boy Will hosting this same fear of rejection by Mike - at least that's how things have been shot. His dread is portrayed through his restraint and timidity in revealing his painting to Mike. Will's painting is basically his version of a confession - the guy too selfless, shy and afraid to express his love outright.
So playing out this storyline at the double is.. a choice. I mean, Mike telling El he loves her is a big deal for the milkvans, shouldn't this romance dominate as much screen time as possible in order to be fully pumped up without any sidetracks to other insignificant in comparison feelings? S3 was already quite clumsy, why not have Mike and El's activities soak in all viewers' engrossment without any departures? Maybe spend a bit of time demonstrating how likeable and wholesome they actually are together. Now that we have Will's affection ontop it all, what's important is that Mike and El's camera time spent matters. They can be angsty, they can withhold some misunderstandings, but they still have to be a good. couple.
Oh yeah, also, Mike should blatantly display feelings for El and El only - duh.
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Hello!!! I saw that Lovejoy was being interviewed by MTV and I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is an interviewer and interviews them and Wilbur is like flirting with them the whole time, I totally understand if you don’t write it. You’re an awesome writer by the way:))
first omg thank you for saying im an awesome writer! i really appreciate it!! 🥹 second; THIS RIGHT HERE I will try my best since I don't really know how to write flirty but I hope you like it anyways!!
*I tweaked it a little that the reader is a fan of lovejoy but thats just me self reflecting… also this is unedited and kinda rushed so please forgive me if its not good and there are any mistakes!
musicianbur x fem!reader
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“We are here with lovejoy at the biggest festival in new york city!” you didn’t try to hide your excitement as you spoke so enthusiastically into the microphone and looking directly into camera.
Lovejoy was one of your favorite up-and-coming bands. Working for an independent entertainment network gave you some advantages when meeting people in the industry you admired. But doing an exclusive interview with Lovejoy, you couldn’t wrap your head around. Since you first started listening to their music, you were so enthralled by their sound and lyricism, how could you not be a fan.
“How are you guys this hot afternoon?” you giggled and held the microphone towards the person standing closest to you, Wilbur. The lead singer of the band.
You would be lying if you didn’t find him attractive at all when you were standing right next to him. You couldn’t deny the nerves in the pit of your stomach standing so close to him that your arms bushed.
Following down the line were; Ash, Mark, and Joe at the end. They all chuckled at your remark about the weather and nodded in greeting.
“We're doing good! Just got off stage and feeling great! This is- well most of us anyways- first time in new york so we're excited to be here. ” Joe answered.
You nodded and brought the microphone back over to yourself.
“I was watching your whole set, and I gotta say, you guys were incredible! I am such a huge fan of you guys! I'm kinda freaking out that I get you to interview you!”
Other interviewers would always say that in apathetic tones but Wilbur could tell from the smile that graced your lips and sparkling eyes, your words were genuine.
“thank you so much, glad to meet a fan.” Wilbur winks. You almost stutter out the next question but play it off by clearing your throat, hoping the mic didn’t catch your falter.
“I know you guys love your fans, and they love you tenfold, so I imagine getting to meet them is such a great experience so, Do you have a favorite fan interaction?"
Mark was the one who answered the question first, but Wilbur wasn't listening to his response because he could not take his eyes away from you. In addition to being polite and praising their work so graciously, he also thought you were extremely attractive. Everything from your hair framing your face to your beautiful smile seemed to pull him closer to you like a magnet.
Wilbur's eyes burned into your skin while he watched you listen to Mark intently. You could feel him staring at you and it wasn't making you uncomfortable, but it made your pulse race in excitement. glancing at Wilbur briefly, He held your gaze for a few seconds before looking away quickly as he had gotten caught. You couldn't help but the mixture of thrill and confusion that washed over you. You knew something was happening between you two, but you weren't sure what it was.
Mark finished his response, then each member had answered until you had to hold the microphone up to wilbur for his reply.
"Yeah, I love every interaction I get with fans, especially when they're so genuine and lovely,"
You do not know why your mind automatically associated that with you, maybe it was the slight tone in Wilbur’s voice that gave you the impression.
At some point during the interview, Wilbur moved closer to you. Bystanders would see him shifting his feet to debauch his nervousness, but you understood what he was doing was on purpose trying to closer to you. The nearness between you made your face flush, and your heart quicken. You weren't sure what to do with yourself as every time you leaned over to let the others speak into the mic you were unintentionally brushing against Wilbur.
Sadly, the interview had to come to an end after you asked some questions that were sure to satisfy your producer’s. With an outro and a ‘cut’ from the camera man, you had called it a wrap.
Bidding your goodbyes to the band with firm handshakes and your genuine congratulations to their success you had finished your time with them.
When you turned to walk away to help finish packing up the equipment, a voice calling your name made you turn around in surprise.
Wilbur was jogging over to you with a nervous smile and reaching a hand over to you. He seemed like he had something on his mind he wanted to tell you so it was his turn to ask you a question. You waited with bated breath.
“I was wondering if I could get your number? if not I totally get it. I think you’re really nice and would maybe like to get coffee with me sometime?” Wilbur asks, shoving his hands in his jean pockets and rocking on his feet. It was honestly so adorable how anxious he was.
You on the other hand couldn’t believe the leader singer of your favorite band was asking you out- not asking you out- it was just your number and coffee. Maybe something more if you were lucky but, you wouldn’t get your hopes up.
There was no harm in accepting his offer to take you out so you simply said;
“I would love to,” Reaching for your phone in your back pocket, you handed him the device and he typed his number into your contacts.
Once he was finished, he passed your phone back to you and grinned, like he had just won the lottery he was so happy.
“I’ll text you so I can let you know when Im free!” you say, sliding your phone back into the pocket of your jeans. Wilbur nods.
“We leave in a few days, end of the tour so we get a few days off before flying home so i have plenty of time to see you.”
“Im looking forward to it,” you say and his smile brightens somehow.
With a quick hug and ‘message you soon’, you both say your goodbyes when you get an all clear from your crew the van is ready to go.
Wilbur went back to join in with his group falling into conversation. With one final wave as you both gave each other one last look of longing, you climbed into the van being greeted by air conditioning and sat back with a sigh.
You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach as you drove off from the thought of the next time you would see Wilbur soot again.
#wilbur soot x reader#musicianbur x reader#musicianbur#wilbur soot x fem!reader#fluff#cc!wilbur soot x reader#what has wilbur done to me i used apathy in this fic.. 😧😆#fanfiction#request#anon request
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Hey! I want to say absolutely no hate here, you can think whatever you want about characters, I just want to make some points for you to consider! If it makes you change your mind, cool! If it doesn’t, well that follow button doesn’t need my finger on it since we clearly have different views :)
I am not going to be commenting on Chim begins since I haven’t watched it in a while, but I just finished rewatching Hen Begins and was discussing Bobby Begins Again with someone, so here we go.
In Hen Begins, Tommy is never hostile towards her. He doesn’t defend her from the captain, but he’s also a young gay man who is probably terrified of that same hate being turned to him. When Hen is doing her speech on the fire truck most of the crew has tightened jaws and seems mad, but Tommy seems relaxed and thoughtful. And at the end of the episode he tells Hen: “We would’ve done a sweep of the area eventually, but eventually would’ve been too late. Good job.” with a smile and then proceeds to shake her hand and pat her on the shoulder. It is also heavily implied that he was one of the people who left a complaint about the captain and his treatment. Everything about this episode screams a man who was keeping his head low and trying to slip under the radar, not a man trying to be hateful.
In Bobby Begins Again, they throw him a nice going away party. I don’t know about you, but I don’t tend to buy assholes who are rude to me a cake.
Then later Chimney is able to call him up and ask a favor that Tommy does without complaint, which makes it seem like they’re on good terms.
And in the most recent episodes, he steals a helicopter and lies to higher-ups, something that could easily get him fired and cause him to lose everything. Once again, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t risk my job and my life (they were on a dangerous mission after all) for people I’m not good friends with.
Lastly, Buck does not strike me as the type to date someone who doesn’t like his friends, his family
Again, no hate, just giving you my observations
thank you for being so nice about this!
i do disagree, however. tommy was 100% hostile to hen in hen begins. ('new york bitchiness is a compliment?' for example, or him throwing gear at her feet so she'll tidy it up and barely sparing her a glance)
i also am simply not a fan of giving characters' past actions depth when it's very clear that back then, they weren't written with that depth in mind. i can promise you the writers did not write hen begins & chimney begins while thinking of tommy as a gay, closeted man. (yes, i'm aware there was that one jacob twilight joke but personally i think you might be giving the writers a little too much credit if you think that was planned forshadowing or something. it was just a silly scene)
furthermore, even if we do run with the whole 'tommy was afraid to speak up because he was afraid and closeted'...standing up against misogyny and racism has nothing to do with being closeted, since neither of those things are related to sexuality, so standing up against those things won't make anyone assume that you're gay. tommy being closeted isn't an excuse, in my opinion.
i'm also aware that the characters have forgiven tommy but i just...don't really care about that because in this show, everyone forgives everyone, constantly. buck forgave his parents and they have a good relationship now — that doesn't mean i have to forgive the buckley parents now too.
as for your last point, i'd argue taylor definitely wasn't the biggest fan of buck's friends and family and they weren't a huge fan of her either. but i also don't think that really matters here, since it's been established that tommy is good with hen and chim, so buck has no reason to assume there's bad blood. it once again boils down to the simple fact that i, as a viewer, do not have to forgive a character's actions simply because other characters did.
anyway, once again thank you for not being rude about this and i hope you have a nice day :)
(i hope my response doesn't come across as rude either)
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Successful! Llewyn Davis AU headcanons
Llewyn Davis x gn! reader
Genre: fluff, slight angst
Summary: what if Llewyn became a famous musician?
Warnings: mention of murder
Word count: 1088
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It was just another slightly drunken, shitty night at the gaslight for Llewyn. Nearly empty bucket, scattered clapping that died out after a second. Except it wasn't. He didn't know it was the night that would change his life.
You were sitting in the audience. You weren't a regular at the gaslight, not at all, but tonight you were just craving a strong drink and company. The other bars in the neighborhood were too loud and bright for you that night, so you settled on the dim, depressing, "folk song playing" place.
You clapped politely for everyone, not listening, as you nursed your bitter drink and bitter mood. Until something caught your attention. A handsome (albeit a bit shabby) man with the voice of an angel, who you likened in your mind to a wet cat.
You didn't listen to the words he said. Not that you didn't try, but his voice awoke something within you. As a songwriter on a slump, you jumped the chance and started scribbling on a napkin from the table. Just whatever came to mind. Nothing would come of it anyway, but it's good for your writer's block.
When he left the stage, you downed the rest of your drink and hurried towards him. You slowed before he saw you, trying to maintain your cool.
"Davis, right?" You asked.
"Yeah," he answered and you extended your arm to him while introducing yourself. He shook it tentatively.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Llewyn thought about it. He automated to say no, but reconsidered. He had nothing better to do, could definitely use that drink, and you looked pretty damn good. So he accepted.
After some conversation (he didn't remember anyone being that nice to him for a long time), you asked him what were his plans for the night. He told you that he was staying with a couple of friends, those Jim and Jean couple, and they happened to pass by.
Jim was nudged by Jean towards Llewyn and awkwardly told him that actually, he couldn't stay on their couch tonight. Jean made some plans. You could see Llewyn's face fall, and when Jim left he just stared downwards quietly, in embarrassment.
"Correction: I'm not staying with them tonight." He mumbled.
You took a deep breath. "You could stay with me, if you'd like. My boyfriend-" you cleared your throat, "Ex boyfriend, just moved out and took all his shit from the study with him. So I got an empty guest room." (Why were you doing this? He's a stranger for fuck's sake!)
He looked at you, surprised. A quick mental calculation showed he had no one else to turn to that night. What's the worst that could happen? You'd kill him? He'd been thinking of joining Mike anyway. So he accepted.
Suffice to say, you didn't murder him. A while has passed, and Llewyn has become your roommate, practically. Yeah, he couldn't help much with the rent, but he did make that up by cleaning a lot, which sometimes is even better.
(Also, it was the 60s, rent wasn't that fucking high. It was about less than half of what it is today.) ANYWAY
One day, while dusting around, Llewyn found a notebook of yours. He didn't mean to peek, it just fell open or something. It was your poetry and songwriting notebook. By the time you came back home he had composed 3 of the songs there and was flooding you with questions about the chorus of a fourth.
You never thought to show it to him, you were just writing to your drawer! They weren't even good, or complete! You wanted to snatch it away from his hands and tell him to forget about it, but you've never seen him so happy. So alive.
He begged you to let him take your songs to his agent. How could you say no to him? Especially to those puppy eyes.
His agent was glad to hear Llewyn has partnered up again. He heard him out, and set him up with some producer. Finally, Llewyn Davis seemed like a good enough investment. And that's how it started.
From then on, Llewyn's career blossomed. He recorded an album (didn't sell away the rights this time) and the money started flowing. He preformed in front of larger and larger audiences, and you were always at his side.
He often felt like he didn't deserve any of that. He was told, so many times, that he was absolute crap and he started to believe it. But you were there to remind him. He deserved the world. Little did you know the only thing he truly wanted to deserve was you.
You inspired each other, creating more music and flowing with good energy. It took him a while, but when he finally found the courage, finally deemed himself worthy, he took a risk.
He asked you out.
When you started laughing at him, Llewyn's heart dropped. He's fucked his life over, again, in the worst way possible. You're going to leave and everything will go down the drain.
"Of course!!!" You said. "I'd love to go out with you, I thought you'd never ask! But oh my god your face..." you giggled. He sighed in relief, clutching his chest. You came closed and hugged him. He held you very tightly, smiling at your laughter.
That night you shared your first (and long awaited) kiss. A few months later you put out an album very different than both your writing so far. It was passionate, sensual, romantic and warm. One of the songs from it became the hit of the decade, and was played at countless weddings. You thought it was a beautiful way to immortalise your love.
And your love was immortalised alright! With two rings, nonetheless. Your wedding was covered by every newspaper in the country. Llewyn didn't like the attention all that much, though.
His solution? Another, more quiet and private wedding. This one ended up being your real anniversary.
Ever since Llewyn started earning a reasonable income, he insisted on paying for everything. Doesn't matter that you both earned a significant amount from the music, and that you joined bank accounts. He wanted to thank you for all that time you took care of him. So no, lunch is on him. Finally being able to provide for you made him really happy and proud (not that you needed any help).
You were one of the only "celebrity couples" who were genuinely happy together. You truly, deeply, loved each other, and when things would become too much you would take a vacation. Just the two of you. As it always was.
Llewyn made it in life, that was all agreed upon. Yeah, he became a famous musician, but the only thing he cared about - was you.
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@eyelessfaces @alwritey-aphrodite @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @romanarose @spider-starry
I hope you like it, everybody❤️
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hair too long / kai havertz
summary: when your boyfriend comes back home after training, he doesn't know why you're acting strange all of the sudden.
wc: 880 words
author's note: referencing a song by the vamps bc i didn't know what to title this. first time writing for kai jaksjsj kinda nervous ngl. had a bit of writers block lately so that's why it's short 😭 dedicated to @oh-saints bc they're the devil in my shoulder convincing me to not let the idea go. hope you like it either way 🫡
it was fairly early to start on with your day, so that's why you were still laying on the bed, too lazy to actually get up and start ticking things off your to-do list. you were about to get up to make breakfast, after becoming quickly bored of your social media feeds, until, a video with your boyfriend's face graced your screen. you smiled at the chance of seeing him, even if you had seen him through sleep filled eyes before his departure to train. he was about to come home either way, but you still missed his presence in the house, and hearing his voice always made you feel giggly inside: even after all this time together.
"oh, i need to go to the barber again," kai joked when the video started, passing his fingers through his dark wavy locks to rearrange his hair to look good for the camera. he then continued talking about his last goal scored, gushing about enzo, amazed at how easily he seemed to have gotten the ball onto his feet: so easy that your boyfriend had initially thought that he was offside.
truth is, you weren't really listening after he had joked about cutting his hair. you liked his current hairstyle too much, longer than the last few months when he had kept it rather buzzed. it's not that you disliked it before, because to you, he was handsome either way, but you preferred it a tad bit longer: enough to run your fingers through his locks, gently caressing them.
the thought almost didn't leave your mind during the morning, thinking about ways you could convince him of keeping this hairstyles a bit longer while you got through the things in your list. you knew that the main reason he didn't leave his hair get this long was to keep things practical and avoid it from annoying him during the games, but you were hopeful that you could find a middle ground.
eventually, your boyfriend came back home, and although you were dying to be on his arms again, you tried to play it off when he started to wander through your shared home, looking for you. it didn't take long for him to find you, already drawn to the kitchen by the noises that the utensils you were making lunch with made.
kai got a hold of your figure, embracing you from behind while nestling his face onto the crook of your neck, leaving a little kiss there that made you squirm under his touch. "what's wrong?," he said, his characteristic accent lacing through his words. he was tilting his head slightly, confusion clear in his features when you didn't turn your head to give him a proper kiss. he made you turn around, gripping your hips a little bit tighter, and trying to find your gaze to see what had gone wrong while he was at cobham. "you don't love me?" you asked seriously, keeping the smirk from forming on your lips. if he got to see even a glimpse of your smile, your lie won't be believable, and you wanted to make him suffer, even if it was just for a little while.
"why are you asking that, liebling?," kai asked, confused about your change in demeanor. he remembered you kissing him goodbye before he went to training, and everything seemed to be fine between you two. "of course i do," he reassured, kissing your forehead lovingly. eventually, you decided to put him out of his misery, only when he lifted his eyebrows in question when you weren't emitting any sound. the smile betrayed you at the end, before your lips confessed the truth. "you tell me, mr. 'i need to go to the barber again'".
kai tilted his head back, laughing in disbelief at your antics. "you like it like this, then?" he asked, one hand departing from your figure to get his fingers through his hair, at which you smiled while nodding. "yeah, it makes you look cute," you pointed out, scrunching your nose while smiling cutely at him. he grinned at your reaction, planting a little kiss on your nose. the words seemed to have sink in a bit after, because when he lifted his head back up he changed his soft expression from before. "cute?" he frowned, clearly dissatisfied with your answer. "i was expecting hot, handsome, not cute".
smirking, you nonchalantly commented, "well, i'm sure it would be hot if i get to pull it when you're between my legs, you know?". kai seemed to get your hint, dropping his head back down to capture your lips into a kiss. it was slow and soft at first, confirming the love he had for you, even if he knew your doubts were only for the joke. eventually, your hands went from his neck to the top of his head, slightly tugging on his hair. he intensified the kiss then, deepening it and biting your lower lip eliciting a moan to fall from your lips. "do you always have these dirty thoughts when i'm not here, schatzi?".
"why don't you figure it out?" you smiled devilishly, and he gripped your waist a little bit tighter before starting to step backwards until you reached your bedroom door.
#football imagine#football x reader#football x you#football imagines#kai havertz imagine#kai havertz x reader#kai havertz x you
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i think i've just had another HoV revelation, this time about Captainverse HoV
paging @sacron1143, i feel like you'd like to see this and you might know enough about the captainverse to add any supporting or disproving evidence to this theory of mine!
so obvi many of the captainverse events were meant to be less serious and more silly, so I think that stuff like the recurring gag of NEET Water Djinn (the common Captainverse version of HoV) isn't meant to be analyzed too deeply. Water Djinn appears everywhere cause it's funny, that's it.
buuuuuut, if we were to try and analyze her as a character, then there's one thing that's always struck me as a bit odd, which is that she appears so often even in places that she seems totally foreign to. like in Odd Drifter we meet her in a desert despite being a "Water Djinn", or in Seele's dream in the Estival Seaside event. We even see the writers themselves poke fun at this in the 2nd-to-last Captainverse event when we meet a Water Djinn somewhere on Himeko's bubble world and Captain is just like "why r u everywhere, r you mass-produced lol" and she's all like "bro what's your problem, piss off"
however there IS one bubble world where the Water Djinn has a clear origin, where she actually seemed to belong and where there were other characters with a meaningful relationship with her... which was the Honkai Quest bubble world. In that bubble world Water Djinn was one of two spirits, the other being a blue-eyed version of her, and the orange-eyed one corresponded to HoV and the blue-eyed one w/ Kiana. But the two of them weren't identical copies per se; they were sisters. And then we had the forest spirit Bianka to boot, who didn't have an explicit connection back then but now with the revelation of Bianka being the real Kiana it's plausible that she was related to the two water spirits too.
The thing is that older Water Djinn (HoV) didn't "die" in the events of that story- she disappeared. Into a rift. We know how screwy the Sea of Quantum can get, so for someone like Water Djinn to get yoinked out of her world by a Quantum rift wouldn't be unusual at all. Water Djinn was established to be a powerful fighter at that time, and she only got pulled into the rift because she was weakened at that moment. It's possible, though not necessarily plausible, that she was still strong enough to survive after being taken by the rift even if she wasn't strong enough to avoid getting swallowed up by it. And we've seen plenty of times where healthy & powerful characters get yoinked by a rift without their consent, i.e. Misteln semi-accidentally kicking Kira out of the SSHC bubble world.
All that is to say- what if all the random Water Djinns we see in the Captainverse are somehow derived from the original Water Djinn of the Honkai Quest bubble world? I doubt they're all the same individual because of the varying circumstances we find them in, but they're always in a weird limbo where they're out-of-place in the world they're at and they don't seem to have a clear purpose or direction. Just like the Captain's mind apparently split from Kongming's portal shenanigans, maybe the Water Djinns throughout the SoQ are fragments of the original one, or maybe they're echoes of her wandering through the SoQ and the "real" one is still out there.
of course we'll never know because the Captainverse is over now, but i hope there's still an alive-and-well Water Djinn out there looking for a chance to be reunited with her younger sister, the younger sister who so desperately searched for even the smallest trace of her bigger sister after she disappeared from the world.
#honkai impact 3rd#honkai 3rd#hi3rd#honkai impact#honkai theory#herrscher#honkai water djinn#honkai captainverse#captainverse
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Jack howl stole my heart and also sorry, idk any writer words so I have no idea what I'm asking for, but remember when Jack works at a restaurant as the "I lift heavy stuff" guy. Can you write something about him having a crush on a waitress there?? Go wild on what you think should happen or be said!! Tysm if you take my request ❤
Hello Hello! Yes I think I do, I believe it's in his Port Fest vignette? Unfortunately I don't know much about the Port Fest since I'm on the EN server and ended up missing the event when it came out on EN 😭 but I'll try my best from my knowledge! I'll write this as a one shot/drabble ^^
Warning(s): None
Content/Character(s): Jack Howl, fluff, Jack gains a cute little crush on a waitress.
"Thanks again for offering to help with these boxes Jack! With your muscle we should be done moving these boxes within no time!" Said an older man with a joyous laugh. This man was the owner of a restaurant near the Port. He was currently trying (and failing) to lift some heavy boxes that just arrived inside the restaurant, before Jack came along and offered to help, seeing the older man struggle to carry the shipment in.
Jack scratched his neck sheepishly, a light dust of pink coming to his face. "It's no problem really. You looked like you needed help, so I offered."
"Oh don't be so sheepish boy! If it weren't for your kindness, I'd probably be on the ground with a broken hip, hah!" The man said letting out another laugh as he watching Jack pick up another crate and bring it inside.
Jack sweatdropped at the comment, setting the crate down inside the back of the restaurant where everything was stored. Brushing wood particles off his hands he let out a sigh, "Ah, that should be the last of it."
"Splendid! Oh, before you go, would you mind helping me with one other thing?"
"Huh? Sure, I don't mind. What do you need help with?" Jack asked with a tilt of his head. Helping out some more shouldn't take too much longer, he didn't see any harm.
"Well you see, the Port Fest is coming up soon, and we're quite short on staff. I was wondering if you'd like to help me out with that problem temporarily! You'd be payed for your time of course! And you wouldn't be working long, just an hour or two. What do you say?" Asked the man as he gave Jack a pleading look.
Jack contemplated it, he said they were short on staff? Around this time? That definitely wouldn't be good for the workers, they would be so stressed. And he did have experience working in the Mostro Lounge, albeit only a little. And the look the manager was a giving him wasn't helping either. With a scratch of his head and a loud sigh, Jack caved.
And that's how he ended up here, currently working back and forth from taking orders and seating people. The manager wasn't kidding when he said they were short staffed, there seemed to be only 4 other people working, excluding himself. The restaurant was getting rather crowded. The day of the Port Fest was tomorrow, and some people had come by early to take everything in. Said people also just had to stop by and eat at the restaurant Jack was currently helping at. He sighed to himself, wondering if it was a good idea to take up this job. But seeing how stressed the other staff were, even with his help, cleared away his doubts.
Jack had just come back from taking someone's order and was on the way to the kitchen. However his mind began to be occupied with other mindless thoughts. Unbeknownst to him, he was so distracted he didn't see a little waitress holding a tray of drinks rushing over to some unhappy customers.
The two of them ended up colliding, the drinks spilling everywhere as the waitress fell on her bottom. Jack too a few steps back to balance himself after the collision, eyes wide from surprise.
Said waitress rubbed her side in pain, muttering a few curses to herself. Just great, this was her second time on the job and she has already to make some customers unhappy, run into someone, and spill the order of said unhappy customers all over the floor and herself. She was going to get fired for sure.
Jack knelt down to her level and offered her his hand, "Hey! Are you alright??." He asked her, eyebrows furrowed in worry. He waved someone over to clean up the mess and take care of the customers who just lost there drinks before turning back to the waitress. "Let's go to the staff room and get you cleaned up."
'Do I look alright!?' She thought, taking his hand with a huff as he brought her up from her sitting position.
Jack didn't know why, but he suddenly started to feel queazy. His face seemed to flush lightly at the feeling of her hand being placed in his as he lifted her up and brought her to the staff room. 'Her hand is so small compared to mine...' he thought before shaking his head with a face redder than before.
Once in the staff room, Jack handed her towels and napkins to wipe herself off with, which she thanked him for and used with little progress. "Ugh, my uniform is soaked with sweet tea, I have fruit chunks stuck in my hair, and I smell like a cocktail! This is the worst." She said with frustration, throwing the used napkins away before burrowing her face in her hands.
Jack bit the inside of cheek. She was clearly upset, but he didn't have much experience with comforting people, much less girls. He awkwardly patted her back, "I'm sure it's not the worst, there should be another uniform you can wear."
"No, you don't understand!" She pulled her hands away from her face, teary eyes looking up at Jack, who looked back at her in surprise. "You saw how angry those customers were! It's only my second day on the job and I've already made a mess of myself, I'm going to be fired! And I really need this job!" She cried out.
You felt foolish, here you are looking like mess, crying Infront of some random boy. Could your day get any worse? On second thought, better not jinx it.
Jack started to panic, now she was crying! What was he supposed to do?? He took the time to examine her, she seemed to be around his age, maybe a year older. He'd be lying if he said she wasn't attractive. He felt himself flush again. After a few seconds, Jack finally spoke up. ".. You're not going to be fired." He mumbled out.
You blinked at him in confusion, did he not hear what you just said? All the reasons why you would be fired? "What?"
This time Jack looked at her with determination. "I said you're not going to be fired. I know the owner, he'll understand. I promise. I'll make sure you keep your job, so!...please don't..cry.." He mumbled the last part,but you still heard him.
You stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out laughing, "Hahahaha! You barely even know me, and yet you're determined to help me keep my job? Your something else." You couldn't help but let out another laugh as you smiled at him.
Jack flushed once again, his tail wagging involuntarily. Your laughter sounded melodic to him, your smile was so bright. "..." He decided he was going to keep that smile on your face, he wanted nothing more than see you smile again. "Well of course, I wasn't going to let some pretty girl get fired over a little thing, and you said you needed the job right? I don't know your situation, but I don't mind helping you!"
This time your cheeks dusted a light pink. He thought you were pretty? You grinned at him,"So you think I'm pretty? How bold, I don't even know your name~." You teased him, letting out a little giggle at his surprised and flustered reaction as he tried to explain himself. 'How cute..' you thought to yourself.
A few minutes had passed by at this point, you had managed to get all the fruit chunks out of your hair. Though you still needed to change, your uniform was dry. Albeit a little sticky from the drinks.
"Jack Howl."
You turned to the big wolf, confused. "What?"
"You said you didn't know my name. Well, my name is Jack Howl." Said wolf responded, shyly rubbing the back of his head as his tailed swayed behind him.
You grinned up at him, "It's nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Y/n." Grabbing an extra uniform you turned away from him, waving bye as you went to go change. "Thank you for helping me Jack, I really appreciate it."
Jack waved back before leaving the staff room, a small grin on his face. Y/n huh? The name suited you well.
The rest of his shift had ended before he knew it. Handing the uniform back over to the manager before grabbing his stuff and getting ready to head out. Something caught his eye, a piece of paper seemed to have fallen out of the locker he was using to put his stuff in. It was a little note.
Picking it up Jack looked around to see if anyone had mistakenly put it in his locker. But he saw no one, and reading the front of the note, his name was in it. Confused, Jack opened it up and read the contents.
'Just in case I don't see you again, here's my number, xxx-xxx-xxxx, call or text me sometime!
-Y/n'
Jack's tail began to wag behind him, a small dopey smile made its way to his face as he stuffed the note in his pocket and headed out. He really hoped to see you again.
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Last Book And He Still Sucks
But because this is supposed to be the climax of his "redemption arc," the writers have constructed the most evil villain possible so that Clear Sky can have someone to oppose. Star Flower has been kidnapped, and he's going around begging all the other cats for help.
For FIVE books, the others have practically dropped everything whenever he needed help. First 3 were them desperately trying to appease him before he started a war that killed dozens. Book 4 was them killing a guy to fix his mistake and re-install him as the forest dictator. Book 5 has them gently declining his demand that they all accept him as their leader while he keeps bullying everyone, but still send his victim to go fetch him when his mom's dying.
But, they bring the ghost of Storm out of the heavens to say "Clear Sky Did Nothing Wrong. They weren't driven away because you're a fucking monster, they just had their own paths to walk. Don't feel so bad boo." So it's gotta be super tense and dramatic that no one wants to help the evil fucking bastard who has done nothing but hurt people.
It's so sad that no one trusts him after 5 books of tormenting every woman and child in his line of sight.
He's not even done begging before he's yelling at MORE kids. I feel bad for Star Flower at the moment because she doesn't deserve any of this shit, but quite frankly, I wish Thunder COULD just completely deny helping him.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand he tries with the manipulation tactics again, makes Thunder feel like shit, but this time it doesn't work. Thunder is being so incredibly mature right now-- it would have been a PERFECT moment for him to hear "what kind of son are you?" and clap back with "The kind that a father like you deserves."
Thunder, because he is an abuse victim, walks away trembling and feeling guilty. He's tearing himself up over if he's done the right thing or not. This shit is painful, but not for the reason the writers think it is.
They seem to be getting ready to make this moment into how Thunder's supposed to be "getting over" his very reasonable and well-earned distrust of his cruel father to rescue his dad's wife, because Star Flower softened him. She changed him. We're supposed to be feeling terrible that Thunder's not coming to help out in Clear Sky's time of need, which he will do later when he "comes to his senses" anyway.
But when I read this, I'm filled with a sense of dread. It's like Thunder sees Star Flower as a morality chain, keeping Clear Sky in line. Which is deeply unsettling to me, with the textually stated reasons WHY Clear Sky likes this woman in mind.
And like... none of this was necessary. We didn't NEED to have Slash doing all this, if the writers hadn't committed to this insane "redemption" arc. CLEAR SKY could be demanding a tax of prey, for Thunder living on his land. It's not out of character for him to demand taxes from ALL of the Clans, either.
The face-pinning-pregnant-licking scene could have been cut. We wouldn't need Slash at all. We could bring ALL of the character arcs together, and finally show Gray Wing, Thunder, and the other cats rejecting Clear Sky and his vicious ways once and for all. It would be good.
It would SHOW why the Dawn of the Clans resulted in borders and inter-Clan aggression-- because of him.
But. No. Dirty evil foreigner who kidnapped his wife so Clear Sky has a reason to be begging for help for the 3rd time, crying when he gets it after a few chapters instead of immediately.
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Red Flags | Jesse Pinkman x m!reader
anonymous asked: hey jack, how've you been? can you write a jesse pinkman x male!reader? maybe one where walt threatens reader and jesse gets protective? love your writing man, thanks :)
summary: Jesse isn't nearly as stupid as he seems, he knows what he has to do when you get put into danger because of him.
tws: swearing, mild violence
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It was just a normal Friday, you were off of work for the day and had decided to spend it at your boyfriend's house like you usually did; mostly, you did a bit of cleaning and some tidying up here and there, as you knew how much Jesse appreciated having someone help around, and it gave you an excuse to turn your music on and play it loudly.
The sounds of 'The Red Baron' by Sabaton blaring, shaking the room as you sang along; Jesse was only out shopping, he wouldn't be long and even if he was, you didn't mind.
He usually ended up bumping into Badger and spending an hour talking on the driveway anyway.
You were just about to sit down and have a cup of coffee and a cigarette, when there was a harsh knock at the door; you thought it was probably just Pete or Badger asking if they could come in and hang around for a while, so you didn't even think of turning the music down when you went to answer it.
"Mister White?" You furrowed your brows, looking at your old teacher as you tried to think of why on Earth he would be knocking on Jesse's door.
"Mister (y/l/n)," White nodded, although his tone was cold and harsh. "Can I come in?"
"Uh, sure," you shrugged, letting him in and closing the door. You followed him to the kitchen. "What are you doing here, Sir?"
White glared at you, then shook his head as he removed his glasses. "Stay the fuck out of my way."
You scoffed, looking around for a moment to try and dull the surprise. "Pardon?"
"You heard me," he growled. "Stay out of my way. Leave Jesse."
"I've known Jesse since we were kids," you pointed out. "I'm not just gonna abandon him."
"You're a distraction," he spat. "Leave him alone."
"I'm his boyfriend, not a distraction," you clenched your jaw, not really caring why he was acting this way. You and Jesse left school years ago, as far as you knew, Mister White wasn't even in contact with your boyfriend. "We're not in school anymore, Mister White, why the fuck is my relationship with Jesse any of your fucking business?"
"We're business partners," White explained, "and you're getting in the way of an empire."
"Get out." You told him. "Get the fuck out."
Slowly, White put his hand on your throat, and gently pushed you against the wall as he glared at you, shaking his head. "Stay out of my way, or I'll have to deal with you."
He dropped his hand, put his glasses back on, and let himself out; you weren't even sure how to react, dropping to the floor and bringing your knees to your chest as you swallowed thickly and tried to make sense of it.
Jesse, business partners with your old teacher. The very man who just threatened you.
What the fuck was going on?
It was a long while, about an hour and a half, when Jesse came home at last; he put the shopping bags by the door like he always did, and made his way to the kitchen.
When he saw you, he dropped to his knees, planting his hands on your face as he forced you to look into his blue eyes.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"Mister White came over," your voice was shaking. "He... he threatened me, Jess."
He clenched his jaw, trying to hold his temper back as he let out a harsh sigh, shaking his head. "He threatened you?"
"He said I need to leave you," you whimpered. "That I'm in the way of, of an empire."
Jesse nodded, licking his lips as he gently pulled your legs down, spreading them so that he could kneel between them, his arms around you so tightly as he cleared his throat and let you pull him as close as you could; your face buried against the soft fabric of his favourite yellow hoodie.
"I got you," he told you softly. "I'm all yours, I got you... I'll deal with it."
"Jess, what's going on?"
"I'll explain later," Jesse murmured. "All you need to know is that Mister White won't be coming over again, I promise. He's not gonna lay a fuckin' hand on you... did he hurt you?"
You shook your head. "He had his hand on my throat."
"That fucking bitch," he growled. "Let me take a look."
You let him push you back slightly, soft fingers tracing your throat as he searched for any bruises, any marks left from nails, but he found nothing except a smeared fingerprint made from ashes.
"Jesse..."
"You're not leaving my side," Jesse told you sternly. "I'm not gonna let that bitch touch you again."
He managed to get you up, letting you sit up on the counter while he put the shopping away; he remembered to get your favourite energy drinks and cigarettes, and the small smile that came to your face when he gave them to you was more than enough for him to feel a little more at ease for the moment.
Jesse was far from stupid, though, as although he had his moments of foolishness, he wasn't about to let Walter White get to you; you were the man that Jesse was intending to marry one day, he already had his aunt's chuppah ready to be washed for the day. He wasn't about to let Walter White ruin that.
He knew, though, he knew that you could be in danger, and as much as he had tried to keep it away from you, to try and keep you safe, it was clear to him now that he hadn't done nearly enough; he needed to do better, and knew that whenever he wasn't with Walter, he would need to be at your side to make sure nothing happened to you.
Jesse wasn't going to let you leave his side, he knew that the best thing he could do to keep you safe was to keep you as close as he could. It was his own fault, he didn't protect you well enough, he hadn't been a good enough boyfriend to keep you safe. He needed to do better.
#mlem writes#jesse pinkman x reader#jesse pinkman one shot#jesse pinkman imagine#jesse pinkman#breaking bad imagine#breaking bad fanfiction#breaking bad x reader#breaking bad
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I've read the newest chapter and it is sooo good and not awkward at all. Honestly couldn’t think of your writing as anything but phenomenal, especially the smut chapters are so well written and seem so in character. No idea why you’d be questioning them, because I'm starving for every single word you put out that’s how good they are bestie.
Anyway you saying that this was the first chapter you wrote and that you had to edit it quite a bit made me wonder wether the direction you are taking rn with the story was always there or wether you’ve had mayor changes of mind whilst writing or just let it flow without much of an outline? It all seems to fit in so well, I would’ve never thought that you wrote this one first and had to make it fit into the other chapters later on.
Thank you for the encouragement! I really appreciate your kindness <3 Once I take off my "writer hat" and put on my "editor hat" everything goes to looneytunes. I essentially polish my chapters with circus music blaring in my head LOL. That said - I'm glad you liked it! I try my best.
I don't really write in a linear fashion (my chapters weren't technically written in order, kind of like how movie scenes are shot out of order) so sometimes I'm pulling passages from what I call the Monster Document where I add all my scenes. The plot always had a clear outline (I swear, it literally just materialized into being and haunted me until I made a bulleted list), but the characters themselves have changed as I've written them. Just for fun, here's a short list of things I've changed and are no longer true for my story:
Laera's original name wasn't Laera. It was Talya. I cannibalized an OC name from another one of my fics to name our girl.
Laera was going to kill Raya. It would have been an accident and it would have devastated her. This would have been her "catalyst" to go down another path.
I was going to include childhood flashback scenes to parallel Laera and Feyd's experiences. Note: I am a horror writer outside of fanfiction. I uhhhhh cut these pretty early because I want my fic to have a certain level of palatability. Feyd-Rautha didn't have a pretty childhood in my mind.
Feyd-Rautha was going to have more than just a fascination with Laera...he'd also have it bad for Walden too. Like, in the spice tank and all. I totally went there with some drafts.
The Paul Atreides/Laera Druegelle/Feyd-Rautha threesome. Yep. I wrote it. All six thousand words. This fic is always destined to meet Paul eventually and I couldn't deny the Feyd/Paul tension. It will never see the light of day LMAO
Thank you again for your message and for indulging me <3
#asked and answered#bit my gun with my black gold gums#BMGWMBGG#inkwings rambles#I totally wordvomited all over this ask#such a treat! for others to think about my writing#at this point it's all self-indulgent but what do I have this blog for anyway#also I'm still blushing for the compliment. Like no really.
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Monthly special: Variable Barricade crossover!
I kept worrying about the word count and then I thought "hold on a moment, earlier 4k words was because I tried to give every suitor a time to shine! So this having less than 3k isn't bad!". So that's what I'll believe lol... Hope you enjoy it!
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Reader here is female and has established background.
Cw: Age gap (Reader is 18 and the ladies are ages 20-24)
|First Chapter|
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With how everything was going on lately you don't feel too relaxed… fighting your feelings and making appearances finally started to take a toll on you.
Fortunately, Miko has a solution.
Miko's part one: chapter 1- Fluffy therapy.
You're back home again. Going from your one responsibility of studying to shifting to your duty of finding a wife among your suitors. Each day someone else is greeting you, today was Miko's "turn".
"You poor thing. You look exhausted" although she was clearly teasing you, her voice had it's tone of worry.
"Care to tell me something I'm not aware of?" you sarcastically snap back.
"What a coincidence that you've asked. I made plans for us today" her smug smile was very taunting, but you didn't respond to that "I know that you'd like to be informed in advance but… I feel like having less order will do you good" she took her hand out for you to accept.
You wanted to say how lack of order is only bound to make you more stressed, but you also had promised Thoma and Ayaka to try and be less hostile around them.
With some hesitation, you take her hand. She was clearly satisfied with your non-verbal answer and the two of you went upstairs to the second floor where your suitors had their rooms.
Being alone with Miko in her room did make you flustered, but you weren't going to panic, not yet at least.
"So why did you bring me here?" you ask as you look around. Her room was simple and yet it had that luxurious feeling to it.
"Sit down and I'll tell you about it" she went to her wardrobe and took out a box. She didn't open it right away as she started speaking "I've noticed that even though you're getting used to us, you're still pretty stressed all the time. I'd like to help you" she sat down next to you "I figured now would be the perfect time for me to show you that I'll give you something the other three can't"
You hate how indirect she was with her words as your mind started wondering what exactly could she possibly mean "Go on" you ask her to finish.
"Quite impatient one aren't you?" she chuckles as she opens the box "It's what I believe will help you relax. Working with writers really gave me a lot of ways to help someone forget their struggles and from what I've tried, I believe this will help"
She takes out a pillow. It's shaped like a fox tail and is just looks so fluffy to touch… "I don't get how this will help" you pretend not to be intrigued.
"Trust me, it works. Just close your eyes and pet it" giving you directions, she put the box away.
For a moment you do as she tells you to. The longer you do it, you could feel some tension leaving you. You start to clear your mind and start to feel warm as you lean to relax further. It was soft… Really soft. Miko really must've invested in great quality cushions as you feel a bit different when you lean down a little on the couch instead of sitting straight up.
Then you slightly open your eyes and you notice that you've leaned on Miko this entire time. Her arms were gently embracing you and you flinched the moment you saw what situation you were in "And who told you you could do that!?" you snap at her as you could feel how hot your cheeks were getting.
"It was you who leaned on first, I only played along" although she was serious she couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction "But you must admit that you managed to unwind even for just a little hm?"
"You're the worst" you pout before standing up and leaving the room. But Miko didn't seem bothered by that, as she didn't follow after you left.
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When walking back downstairs you were quickly spotted by Thoma. He seemed concerned as he was by your side almost immediately "Lady Y/N… is everything okay?"
You take a deep breath to calm down, you don't want to worry Thoma, nor do you want to admit to literally running away from your suitor "Yes, everything is completely fine"
Your butler continued speaking to you, but your mind was still with Miko. Her comforting embrace, warmth it all made it impossible to stay focused because the only thing you can think about is how much you miss it. And she was right, it did made you feel relaxed. Perhaps that's why you wish to be with her once again. Wait what? Why are you thinking like that?
"Y/N..?" hearing him call out to you made you snap back to reality.
"Oh- sorry Thoma, could you repeat that?" it was embarrassing to be so inattentive… but it was all Miko's fault!
"I was asking if you'd like to eat something" he didn't seem all that bothered that you've ignored him.
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Next day when you came back, it was Miko who greeted you again. You were surprised and yet you tired to appear tough… even though Miko read you like a book
"Oh dear, you look like you have a fever…" she tried reaching her hand out to you.
"I don't have it, thanks for worrying. Bye" you quickly say before rushing upstairs.
Ever since that, your situation with Miko looked like that every day. Of course her teasing was different each time but the pattern was the same. You cut every conversation short. Still, she seemed to have an odd sense of satisfaction whenever you basically ran from her blushing.
It didn't help no matter what you did, you thought back on her embrace. You want to experience it again. It really helped, you felt less tense. If not for your reaction you figure that you'd enjoy it even more. But now it was time for your pride to stand in the way. You can't possibly ask her about it directly… so it was time to consult someone about it.
You're talking to Ayaka who carefully listened to your full story "Oh my, congratulations Y/N. You managed to get out of your comfort zone, even if for just a little" she sounded proud.
"I just- ugh. I reacted so strongly she'd definitely make fun of me if I were to ask her to make those fluffy therapy sessions into a habit" you can only think about what she'd say…
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"Miko, I apologize for my outburst earlier. I want to continue what I stopped" after asking you'd be met with her teasing smirk "Oho~ do you really admit it already? You agree that you need me~?" She'd lift your chin up "Just say yes and I'll make sure to make you a happy girl indeed~" her voice, her gaze… everything would be almost hypnotic-!
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You snap back from your "fantasies" as you really don't know what else to call whatever your imagination just tortured you with... Helplessly looking at Ayaka, you feel dumb that you're asking her for advice so often as of late.
"But don't you think being indirect would make it even worse?" She suggests.
You think for a moment.
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"Miko… I think your method wasn't performed how it should've been. We must try again at once and fix those mistakes" although you'd try to sound confident your body language would betray you.
"Such a cute excuse. Fortunately for you, it makes you adorable so I won't complain" she'd take your hand "But since you already said that method is faulty I do have a few other methods in mind" and you could only wonder what imaginary Miko meant by that.
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"Right… Then what do I do?" it's really impossible, you can't think of anything that will let you keep some of your pride. Even if what you ask for is a ticket to be more vulnerable.
"I'm sorry but I really can't think of anything besides just talking to her" Ayaka looked sad about the fact that she can't help you. But you were more bothered by your helplessness rather than Ayaka's inability to help "It's okay, I really shouldn't burden you with having to help me out all the time"
"Burden? What a silly thought! I'd never think of you as such" her sweet smile was just everything "I'm happy that you aren't afraid to rely on me"
"If you say so" you smile back at her, you were really lucky to have such a friend.
"Now I can't really help you with your situation… but I believe in you! I'm sure you'll figure something out" with her words you felt motivated.
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Yet as you walk through the door and look at Miko, all of your courage jumps out of the window.
|I need to push forward! (Romance)|
Just how long are you going to let yourself stay in one place? It really is pathetic how you just let yourself be held back by your pride all the time.
"Miko" you speak up before her, earning her curiosity "I.." you trail off, your gaze not being focused on the woman before you. It was tough but you finally said "I want us to continue what where we left off last time"
|I really need a break… (Reason)|
Snap out of it! You can't let an opportunity to touch that fluffy tail pass just like that!
"Hello Y/N, how was your day?" she challenged you with the way she looked at you as she asked that question.
"It was bad enough" you don't care anymore about her teasing "Can we try that thing again with the fox tail pillow?" you sigh, signaling that you really need this. Even though asking about it is what let your mind be so tired to begin with.
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"Of course" she chuckles "I thought it'd take you much longer to say it, good job Y/N" she patted your head. It felt infuriating… but right now all you cared about was to sit down, relax and forget about everything around you.
You went back to her room and at first you felt a little bit awkward. But with time you stopped being so aware of your situation. Which Miko noticed, but she didn't say anything about it, she was glad that she gets to see you like this.
"You can come to me whenever you need it Y/N" unlike her previous tone, what she had said now felt genuine. It was different from any of your previous interactions with Miko, and you can't say that you hate this side of her…
"Can I really..?" you know that it's just a tactic to get close to you. But honestly, what's the shame in it when you both benefit from it?
"I wouldn't offer it to you if I didn't mean it. But I can't promise that I won't have a little fun of my own whenever you'd ask" there she goes with more of her teasing again…
"I suppose that's a fair price to pay for this" you continue playing with the tail. And should you actually pick Miko, it'd be good to practice getting some resistance against her teasing… wait why are you considering it?
You shake off the thought, you'd do it regardless of which suitor you'd be with. So it has less to do with Miko and more with your comfort. That's right…
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After your arrangement, it wasn't something you were keeping much a secret. Anyone could see you sneaking into Miko's room every once in a while. It got the others curious.
"Miko" Eula got her attention "Care to explain why is it that Y/N keeps visiting your room?" she didn't sound like she was scolding her, more like she was curious.
"I don't think I need to explain myself. I'm just doing what I am supposed to. Given that we compete against each other I only see less reasons to share what's happening between us" she was smug about it.
"That's fair, hm… I'll have to make a move myself to not stay behind" Ningguang mumbled to herself.
"It looks like Y/N goes to you voluntarily, so it's not like we can object to whatever is talking place" Eula said with a sigh.
Miko was enjoying the jealousy but noticed that Yelan was awfully quiet "And don't you have anything to say?" she tried dragging her into the conversation.
"Just like Eula said, if Y/N consents to it I don't care what's going on. It does make things harder for us. But it was to be expected that anyone would try to get close to her" she shrugged "You aren't the only one with a plan you know"
"You're making it sound like we're all scheming here" Ningguang rolled her eyes "With that attitude you're not going anywhere"
"Hm? I never said anything about a scheme. I'm interested in Y/N, therefore I'm trying to get close to her. As you can see, it's working" Miko taunted, clearly being proud of being the first to get as far as she did.
"It's just the beginning, don't get so cocky" Eula had enough of Miko's game. But it only made her even more satisfied.
"A good start is hard to beat. Unlike any of you I've actually made a move. What did you think? That Y/N will be the one to approach you first?" The argument seemed only make Miko more satisfied with each second "But it's true, if I win her over so quickly where's the fun in it?" after saying that she left to go back to her room.
Her satisfied smile disappeared immediately, she just sat down and sighed "Just why did I agree to this?" she burried her face in her hands.
But it was her choice to be a part of that…
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The most recent chap of where you go, I go was incredible, you are truly the most talented!!!!! I could literally fill up your inbox talking about this fic, I love it so much and I literally don’t have all the words to express how obsessed I am with it!!! And your other f1 fics!! Everything you write is so amazing!!
I love how much tension/suspense there is in wygig, and I’m having so much fun trying to figure out what I think is going to happen later in the fic based on the hints (or at least what I think are hints lol) you drop in each chapter, and just based on how each new chapter unfolds. Like, in the most recent chapter, Max made the comment about how he’s seen an omega go through mate withdrawal before, and I think that tells us a bit more about what Kelly was going through. And the way Christian seems weirdly informed about Max’s plans and intentions with Charles’ could just be Max being close to his boss, but combined with the clear distaste and distrust Max has for Charles’ current team, I am incredibly excited to see what’s going to happen once they make it to a racetrack. And then in chapter 3, Charles’ dad told Charles that alphas presentation can be triggered, and then in ch4 Max says that his path to this moment started when he was 13 and presented as an alpha? Did Charles’ trigger Max’s presentation 👀 I can’t wait to find out! youre so good at weaving in hints, that I never actually know when something is a hint though, it’s never obvious and it keeps the fic so exciting.
And I also love the way seemingly tiny details show up again (like in chapter 2 when Charles throws the flowers over the balcony and max makes note of the empty vase in ch4), it just makes your writing seem so thoughtful and cohesive.
and I’m not a writer at all, but I love learning about the behind-the-scenes process. So I’m v curious if you don’t mind sharing some details about how you keep track of everything you have/haven’t revealed, how you decide what hints to drop or details to mention, how far advance do you plan all of it, etc.? And it’s probably way too early to share anything about wygig, but if you have any fav bits of foreshadowing or tiny recurring details from any of your other fics then I’d love to know what they are!! Only if you don’t mind sharing ofc <3
this ask got way out of control, i am so sorry, I just admire the hell out of your talent and cannot contain my excitement for your writing
this was the best thing to wake up to this morning.
I'm going to answer below the cut so I don't clog people's feeds because I want my answer to be as long as your beautiful ask!
firstly ... there are a LOT of hints, even in the first four chapters. you can probably safely assume that if it made you go "hmm" then it's going to come up again at some point.
I love the examples you came up with! I will confirm that they are all hints, however .... the conclusions you drew were not all correct. some were, but some weren't. you'll just have to wait to find out which is which 😊
I LOVE that you noticed the vase thing! whenever I read stories I'm always so bad at picking up on those details, but when I write them they're all so deliberate so I'm always amazed and delighted when people see them.
in terms of how I keep track of everything ... well for this story I have the amazing and gorgeous @saiyanwitcher helping me. this story wouldn't be half of what it is without her. I would say like 1/4 is me remembering details, 1/4 is her remembering details, and then 1/2 is the very detailed outline we have. it's 10 pages long.
here is a heavily redacted screenshot of ch 1 in the outline.
from there, I just kind of ... put it together and write. and then make a note of little details that need to be revised.
in terms of how I decide what hints to drop when, I would say there's a mix of reasons. some of it is just what the plot and characters demand, but then other times it's just my instinct, and other times it's just sheer experience. I've been writing for a long time - you kind of learn along the way what makes sense and what doesn't. but I also read a LOT, and when I read I take fairly extensive notes of things I liked and didn't like, and that always informs how I write, too.
in terms out far in advance things are planned, I would say it really depends on the story. WYGIG for example has been quite meticulously planned since SaiyanWitcher came to me with the idea of an omegaverse fic. so we know pretty much everything there is to know about the fic and how the plot progresses.
I like to have written a few chapters before I post, because sometimes when I start to write the vibe changes and I need to be able to go back and adjust little details. It's also why I don't like to immediately post what I've written and instead like to have a few chapters in the can - it means I can go back and add in more/less foreshadowing, depending on how the later chapters are playing out.
but also, sometimes things just happen. I'm writing ch 8 at the moment, and only yesterday SaiyanWitcher and I were like "hey what if we do this for ch 9" so now there's a new extra chapter bc we had an idea and it fits and we want to do it. so that wasn't planned in advance at all haha. sometimes you've just gotta go with the flow!
ok now ... in terms of fave parts of foreshadowing for WYGIG. unfortunately it IS too early for me to share most of them.
BUT! one I've only seen a couple people bring up is Max's aversion to Charles reciprocating the bite - I love that one.
I also just asked SaiyanWitcher what hers are and she said the Mercedes mechanic (a great choice), and Pierre (another GREAT choice). Though he's less foreshadowing and more of a recurring plot point lol.
from my other fics ... tbh I don't think I've ever really done as much foreshadowing in them as WYGIG.
in saying that, one really does stick out .. minor spoilers for if you haven't read Give Me That Fire but I LOVED dropping all the hints about "the final night" that happened that broke Max and Charles up for good. I knew from the first sentence I wrote for that fic that it was all leading up to that reveal and how careless Max was about Arthur, and seeing people theorise about what had happened and then being horrified that the truth was so much worse than what they expected was so bloody satisfying.
also there weren't really any major plot twists in the brocedes fic that had foreshadowing, but the slow reveal of their backstory juxtaposed with cutting forward to lewis at the lestappen wedding was also a personal favourite. that fic was by far the hardest thing I've ever written, and took one of the biggest emotional tolls. so the slow build of the horror at the piece by piece reveal of what lewis and nico had done to each other ended up being a very big personal achievement. I adore that fic, even though it's devastating.
now, I think I've yapped enough!
thank you so much for your beautiful and thoughtful ask, it's made my weekend. I'm so delighted that you're enjoying WYGIG so much and I hope that you continue to love it!
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let's talk about the fact that most mushroom stans use the romeo and juliet references to deny byler.
as we all know, mitochondria has had plenty of romeo and juliet references made towards them, but what i find particularily interesting is that nobody is really taking the time to actually read romeo and juliet.
now, microwave is actually so similar to romeo and juliet's relationship, but thats not a good thing. in fact, it's actually a really bad thing, at least for them.
for one, people seem to forget the fact that romeo was rejected and juliet was pretty much a rebound. this makes plenty of sense in relation to malignant tumor because mike found eI right after he lost will, which parallels directly to romeo losing rosaline (due to rejection) and getting with juliet instead.
my second point, romeo did not love juliet, not really. now we do know that mike cares about eI, however, i strongly believe that it is platonic love. romeo was with juliet because he wanted to be loved. this is pretty much the same exact situation that mike is in. mike wants so badly to be needed, and this was made canon in season 4. in the van scene, mike went on and on about how he wanted eI to need him, and how he was scared she didn't need him anymore. to me, this confirms that he's pretty much only with her because he craves being needed. just like romeo loved the idea of being with juliet, mike loves the idea of being with eI. he likes being needed, especially by someone as cool as eI. he goes on and on about her powers, comparing her to superman, talking about how he's lucky someone that cool landed on his doorstep. he likes the idea of her and that is SO clear.
finally, romeo and juliet are arguably the most popular example of a doomed relationship. now many membrane shippers think that this means that mike and eI are going to romantically die in eachothers arms or something but given the fact that the duffers essentially confirmed that they won't kill mike off i seriously doubt it. i truly believe that they are just a doomed relationship. they weren't meant to last, this is literally canon since eI was supposed to die in season one. they are simply just not meant to be.
now many people are gonna think that this analysis is looking way too far into it but come on. the duffers love parallels and references. if you truly believe that these two writers who came up with the concept of the most popular netflix show ever didn't read and analyze romeo and juliet, one of the most popular pieces of literature ever and has been referenced on this show a multitude of times, then you are really naive. they know romeo and juliet, trust me. they are being referenced for a reason, and it isnt a good one.
that being said, i hope i gave bylers some piece of mind because god do we need a break from michigan stans calling us delusional and constantly trying to disprove our evidence.
#stranger things#stranger things 4#will byers#mike wheeler#byler#will the wise#byler tumblr#byler season 4#byler endgame#byler canon#byler proof#byler analysis#byler parallels
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Some thoughts on Oropo
Personally, I think Oropo is a promising villain with a chance to be portrayed on a par with the other two (Nox and Qilby). The "ego" he represents is a profound theme ……
Oropo has shown a strong belief in his own goals throughout the episode. But this is instead a strong suggestion of self-denial.
Oropo's notion of a "life of his own" is "false"; he carries the feelings and memories of Yugo, so he wants to win the love of the Tofu Brotherhood. (He has already done this with Adamai.) These actions are intended to restore his memories in order to feel his "presence". Although he hates Yugo, subconsciously he chooses to live in Yugo's shadow! His plan to "replace those gods" should really be described as "becoming Yugo, the man who created him", and it is clear that he feels strongly dissatisfied with his situation…
The Brotherhood of the Forgotten is a pirated version of The Brotherhood of Tofu. (An ironic point) The "good purpose of improving the world" thus becomes more of an excuse to disguise the true needs of the heart. But Oropo sees the transformation of the world as the right choice. He sees himself as a hero and is willing to pay any price to 'save the world' and 'make it better'. Even if it required the creation of a devastating bomb - but there is no denying that he did have the "dedication" and "passion for the world"!
Just like The Brotherhood of the Tofu will fight for the world, just like Yugo.
He comes across as so calm and self-controlled and swimmingly mature in front of everyone else. But when he blames Yugo, he looks like a big baby in his angry outburst. (The contrast is also interesting.)
Oropo is good at manipulating people's minds - I see this as a mechanism for him to protect himself. Essentially, he doesn't trust his demigod friends who are with him - he is wary of them. He is afraid to invest real emotion in them. (Disturbed by Yugo's memories, the love of the Tofu Brotherhood is the true 'orthodoxy' of Oropo's heart.) This also causes Oropo to appear calculating. As long as Yugo exists - (but Yugo's existence is a constant) he will doubt the "truth of everything around him." (That's a given…) Although his friends did once genuinely believe in him and love him. But at the end, they all become disillusioned with Oropo and turn on him. (Although it was Oropo who first began to act in betraying them. But the reaction of these demigods who chose to rebel against Oropo without hesitation still made me feel sad for that. The plot is fine, the actions are understandable, but my heart still breaks for their "friendship" after watching it. (Wanted to laugh xx But at least he wasn't alone, he had Echo! *looks silently at some man trapped in a white room)
"Despite having inherited the memories and traits of that man, I am still not him, yet I choose to try hard to be him. But unknowingly I already have friends and lovers of my own. So my life is still valuable and unique, and I am sure of my own existence." But what is tragic is that these are the things that Oropo figured out in the last few minutes of his life.
Interesting psychological build up. I don't know if these words convey what I think are the contradictory points of the character in Oropo. "Struggling with falsehoods, going round and round, taking such long detours, and finally being surprised to realize that what he wanted to pursue was actually in his own hands." It was supposed to be a story with a crippling beauty…but something went wrong -- making his whole tragedy seem so deliberately shaped and feel so silly.xx Anyway, I'd rather believe that the performance missteps in season three weren't Tot's attempt to deliberately gross out the audience. No sane writer would want to disappoint their audience with a story they've written…
So damn it, let's say it's all the sponsors' fault. (???) Because they only subscribed to Ankama for 13 episodes, causing them to rush through all these stories like that that should have been handled carefully. (◐‿◑)But personally I think Ankama's story line was a bit of a mess too, look what they did to Qilby in Wakfu manga. -- I'm honestly curious as to how Ankama actually handled those character stories internally? (Desperate!)
I honestly never thought I'd analyse Oropo like this before - at the very beginning, after watching season 3, I was so pissed off with Oropo as a person and the decisions Ankama made. But I tried to make myself appreciate Oropo… even though he has "replaced Qilby as the most revolting villain". xx (That phrase itself also took my breath away!!!)
Even though the third season is "hopeless" for most of us, there is now a remedial OVA for Oropo, and there's no telling what they'll do to change the perception of Oropo…
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