#i made so many gifs from this clip but these are my favorite | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

takeme-totheworld · 5 months

Text

Aziraphale and Forgiveness, Pt 1: Not Just A Word

This series is now complete! Here's where you can find the other parts.

Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here.

There are a lot of aspects to Aziraphale’s character that, when I first watched the show, I vibed with immediately without really thinking too hard about why. He just made deep emotional sense to me as a character. It wasn’t until I waded into the fandom that I realized how much metaphorical ink was being spilled over the question “Why does Aziraphale do the things he does?”

I would always think, “Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it?” but then find that I didn’t really have the words to explain why I thought it was obvious. It was just this ongoing feeling of “Well sure, that’s exactly the kind of thing I did/would have done as a born-and-raised evangelical teenager.” But then I would try to articulate the actual reasons younger-me would have had for doing the thing (and by extension, what I assumed Aziraphale’s reasons were) and immediately fumble because I hadn’t thought it through that far.

One of these elements of his character is his whole deal about forgiveness. Why is he always telling Crowley he forgives him or wishing for God to forgive him? Why is forgiveness one of his favorite things? Why is this such a prominent theme with his character?

(Me: Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it? Everyone else: What do you mean? Me: …uhhh well I definitely mean something, but yes, good question!)

So here’s my attempt at actually using my words to explain why I find this aspect of his character extremely relatable and realistic from an ex-religious-fundie perspective. And it's going to be in multiple parts because I have way too much to say.

The main point I want to make in this first part is that Aziraphale, like Crowley, has a ton of emotional baggage around the subject of forgiveness.

I see a lot of people ask things like "Why isn't Aziraphale more sensitive to the fact that forgiveness is an emotional hot button for Crowley, who fell?" And that's a fair question! But it's very clear to me whenever I watch the show that forgiveness is also an emotional hot button for Aziraphale, or else he wouldn't keep bringing it up. As with many of the things both characters have issues around, though, with Aziraphale it's less straightforward and less on the surface because of the amount of denial and rationalization his character runs on.

I think it's important to start here, because I firmly believe that when he expresses forgiveness:

He's not saying it glibly or meaninglessly.

He's not saying it because he's an angel and it's part of the brand/that's what angels are "supposed" to say.

He's not saying it because he's feeling smug and self-satisfied*.

He's not saying it because he's trying to put himself above the person he's forgiving.

He's saying it because forgiveness means something important to him, something very emotionally loaded and complicated.

*For the record, Aziraphale is 100% a smug, self-satisfied, holier-than-thou bastard sometimes. Exhibit A:

Seriously. Look at how pleased with himself he is while he gives Crowley that little speech about evil containing the seeds of its own destruction. This is Aziraphale being a smug bastard. (I say that with affection. It's one of my favorite Aziraphale moments. But he's totally talking shit here.)

But compare that to these:

Look at his face. He is not feeling pleased with himself (or anything) in these moments. I'm too low-tech to mess with video clips but it's the same with his tone of voice, which ranges from somber to devastated depending on the specific scene. Aziraphale brings up forgiveness when he's experiencing significant emotional distress.

This is already super long so I'm going to end this part here and start digging into what I think his specific damage is about forgiveness in the next post. But I wanted to start here because I've seen the take "Aziraphale is being a superior holier-than-thou prick when he forgives Crowley" several times.

(ETA: I’ve also seen the more positive take, “Aziraphale is just saying I love you the way an angel would,” and I also disagree with this because I don’t think it’s anywhere near that simple. But I digress.)

On the “superior holier-than-thou prick” interpretation: (1) Michael Sheen's acting choices in these scenes don't bear that out at all, and (2) as someone who was raised in a very toxic religious community from which I inherited a lot of Extremely Complicated Feelings about forgiveness that I'm still grappling with...I immediately saw a kindred spirit in Aziraphale in these moments.

Is it an ill-advised thing to say to Crowley of all people, especially that last time? Obviously. But is he being purposely cutting with his words when he says it? I think not.

Stay tuned for Part 2! I plan to write the next part about divine punishment and mercy in Good Omens, how powerless all the angels and demons in this world really are, and the beliefs Aziraphale has developed (especially about forgiveness) to cope with it all.

#good omens #good omens meta #character analysis #aziraphale #forgiveness #i forgive you

187 notes · View notes

itsabouttimex2 · 1 month

Note

Hi! I hope you're having a nice evening today! ♡♡♡♡

May I request for a platonic Yandere Chang'e with a son or daughter reader? either by blood or bond I'm ok with it 👍 she's one of my favorites characters of LMK (☆▽☆) Thank you! And sorry if my english it's kinda bad 😅

Moon Rabbits

(Thank you for the request, and your English is just fine, friend!)

Many things have made their way to your mother’s home over the years, she says to you. Offered from thousands of varying sources and souls, a collection of offerings and letters and antiques.

“But you, my little bunny,” your mother says with a loving smile, “are the greatest of all my treasures.”

With practiced motions, she combs through your tangled mop of hair, humming an ancient lullaby whenever she’s not verbally doting on you. It’s an old ritual for the two of you, your mother happily talking about how she had found you years ago nestled on one of her lunar shrines, wrapped in a bundle of blue silk.

“I have no clue who sent you to me, my sweet lop, and I might never… but they have my eternal gratitude, forever shining softly upon them.”

As always, she’s perfectly gentle with you, her hands careful so as to not damage even a strand of your hair or fur. Chang’e sets down the ivory comb and takes up a sapphire-encrusted hairbrush, lifting it to the tips of your leporine ears. She brushes slowly from the top to the bottom, smoothing the soft fur into place and grooming out tangles. Occasionally she’ll pause to softly pull out a tiny bit of soil or foliage- that you no doubt acquired from playing in her bountiful garden.

Occasionally you’ll receive an instruction to turn your head this way or that, allowing the lunar goddess to more thoroughly arrange the pristine fluff of your ears. Aside from that, her words are spent solely on adoring you.

It’s a routine you’ve long grown used to, spending each evening in front of your mother's mirror as she tends to your appearance. Chang’e finishes each grooming session with a fistful of sparkly hair-clips, the polished metal studded with glittery beads. Some in the form of rabbits, some in crescents, some mimicking constellations. Each one is carefully clipped into your hair, in part to keep your appearance tidy, in part proof of her influence over you.

It’s only when she presses a kiss to your forehead (because she loves the human part of you) and both of your tall, fluffy ears (because she loves the rabbit part of you) that she allows you to stand up and leave.

Both sides of you, flesh and fur alike, are worthy of being loved, she always reminds you.

Her love is conveyed through more than just physical touch, of course.

Your nature as a half-rabbit being provides you with several impediments, in diet and behavior and clothing. Each of these issues Chang’e tirelessly works to resolve.

On account of your strong leporine ancestry, your stomach struggles with meat. You lack all the proteins needed to break it down properly, which means that eating any leads to having it sit around in your stomach until you throw it back up.

Chang’e keeps an incredibly varied kitchen that never seems to run dry of unique dishes- she accommodates for your dietary restrictions with ease. There’s no end to what she serves up, each meal designed to be both tasty and nutritious. Fruit and veggie platters for snacks, usually cut into the shape of rabbits and stars. (She does this no matter how old you get. Cooking is her personal love language, after all. She never wants you to think of eating as something trivial or unfun.)

In terms of clothing, the only real restrictions you have are with your scut and ears- mild, all thing considered. Most of your wardrobe consists of skirts and shorts to prevent any restriction, and your ears are barely an issue. It's not like you need to wear hats- you live on the moon. You're hardly at risk of getting sunburned.

It's your temperament that proves most infuriating. The rabbit aspects of you go far deeper than the skin- they bleed into your brain, even. You find yourself skittish and easily startled, jumping at the smallest of shadows. Even a mild creak has you bolting off to your mother, who's always ready with a warm hug and a mug of something hot and sweet with a hint of bitter that just barely comes through.

And you’re always so sleepy afterwards.

Waking up on your mother’s bed is a common occurrence, frequently awakening to find yourself bundled under a load of cozy blankets. There’s always a snack on the bedside table, usually a sweet variety of fruit cut into hearts, paired with a refreshing drink.

It’s all so very loving.

So much so that it’s hard to know that something’s wrong. You have no frame of reference for a truly healthy relationship, having lived on the moon for all your known life. It’s only you and your mother and her dozens of bunny drones, equipped with cameras to send constant streams of your current activities back to her phone.

Only you and your mother and her cooking show, you standing in the background and helping her chop veggies, sift flour, stir pots, and decorate cakes. It’s enriching enough that you don’t get bored. It’s fulfilling enough to create a sort of satisfaction.

Is it really so bad here that you’d think of leaving? From what you know, Earth is worse- war, famine, disease, poverty- none of that exists in your mother’s domain. There’s no suffering or pain in your life. You drift through peaceful days with good food and a loving mother.

Is it really so bad here?

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Chang’e #Chang’e #Yandere Mother

54 notes · View notes

withwritersblock · 2 months

Text

Small Talk

~Small Talk by Niall Horan~

Author's Note: this is my favorite Niall Song, so of course I had to write something inspired by it tehe Summary: Kirby's flying high on adrenaline after a win against his former team. Word Count: 1,243 Warnings: Implied smut Kirby Dach x fm!reader

It was past midnight and it was easy to say the team was drunk. The team was in Chicago after a shootout win against the Blackhawks.

Kirby was on cloud nine, winning the shootout for the Canadiens against his former team. He hasn’t wiped off the smug grin off of his face any time someone looks at him. He knew his celebration after the goal was cocky, that was the point. It felt good to silence the boos and the loud obnoxious cheering.

It felt good.

He wanted to continue to feel good, hence the majority of the roster in the hotel bar, plastered. They didn’t have a game for a few days, travel day tomorrow gave them enough permission to get drunk. The everlasting cameras made sure they weren’t sloppy, just drunk.

His gaze lingered on the TV screen watching the ESPN highlight reel that replayed his shootout goal win, for the third time. The smiles on the reporters' faces was enough for him to know it was good.

His teammates erupted into cheers as they rewatched the clip. His experience with the Canadiens has been a completely new and better experience than he could’ve ever imagined. They were closer to his age, competitive, and more fun to be around.

Sure, the season hasn’t gone remotely the way they’ve wanted but the chemistry was growing fast. The goal was in a few years time, they’d be contenders for the cup.

His eyes shifted to the girl across the bar, admiring the soft smile on her lips as she spoke to her friend. He pressed his lips together as he continued to keep his gaze on her admiring every last inch of her.

To be fair, the pair were quite literally the only two girls in the whole bar who didn’t come up and try to flirt with him. He liked that.

He always preferred the chase, the eagerness to seek out and get the girl he wants. Not the girls that tend to beg for his attention. He wanted to beg for her attention. She was stunning and in a hotel bar. Which means she’s not local and also maybe looking for a one off.

He dropped his gaze to the beer in his hand as Cole slapped his hand against Kirby’s arm.

“You could go talk to her,” Cole said with a teasing smirk on his lips. Kirby rolled his eyes. “Her friend is pretty, I can be your wingman,”

“I don’t need a wingman,” he expressed as he brought the glass to his lips and took a long sip.

“Then go talk to her,” Cole nudged him as he spoke. Kirby rolled his eyes as he looked towards the pair again, shocked to see the two walking towards the bar top. Kirby meets her gaze and watches her eyes squint slightly as they wandered towards the other side of the bar top. At least four seats away from Cole and Kirby. “I’m talking to her friend,” he muttered before finishing his small glass of vodka and lemonade. He saunters towards the pair, leaning against the bar top. Instantly and easily striking a conversation with the girl.

Kirby chugs the rest of the beer as he looks towards her again. Her eyes are already burning a hole into the side of his head, a small smirk toying her lips. Kirby pulled his lips between his teeth as he scanned her features, imagining her in many different positions.

He clenched his jaw as he turned around towards the bartender, “Can I get another one?” He asked, tipping the glass towards him. He nodded before pouring more orange liquid into the cup. He shifted his gaze towards the girl who’s now actually walking towards him. He straightened his body as he planted both of his hands on the bar top.

She leaned her body against the bar top, meeting the bartenders eye. “Can I get a rum and coke, please,” she asked him with a smile. He nodded

“What room is it under?” The bartender asked as he began pouring the alcohol into the short glass.

“You can put under mine,” Kirby interjected, the girl looked towards him and smiled.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, as she met his blue eyes. They stare towards each other, smiling towards one another before she turns her gaze towards her glass.

“So is this your play?” She asked before taking a small sip from it. He furrowed his eyebrows, pulling his head back. “Stare at a girl for so long it’s almost creepy. Then send your friend to flirt with my friend, so I’m forced to come chat up the seemingly very popular pretty boy in the bar,” she explained, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“I was going to talk to you after this beer,” he offered as he dropped his gaze to the half drunk beer in his hand.

“Needed liquid courage? Am I really that scary?” She mumbled. He shrugged.

Their eyes remained connected as they took long sips of their drinks, it was as if their minds were connected. Each thought seemed to be read instantly as their eyes were communicating for them.

“You from Chicago?” He asked before licking his lips, she shook her head. Perfect.

“Seattle,” she mumbled, tilting her head to the side offering him the same question.

“Montreal,” he said. Confusion contorted her features, he chuckled. “I play hockey for the Canadiens.”

She nodded politely as she turned her gaze towards the TV hanging above her head towards the same clip that was playing earlier, “You?” She offered pointing towards it. He nodded, a smug grin on his face.

“I’m Y/N,” she let out as she took a step towards him.

“Kirby,” he offered her as he looked her body up and down, picturing her pinned to her mattress.

It was almost as if her mind was thinking the same thing as she placed her glass on the bar top and delicately placed her hand on his chest. His cheeks flushed for a moment.

She leaned towards him, delicately brushing her lips against his lips. She felt him inch towards her.

“I leave for the airport at 9 tomorrow,” she muttered against his lips.

“I’ll be gone before then,” he whispered back. She smirked before she teasingly grazed her fingertips along his chest before she slowly began to walk away from him. She turned around hoping to find him following her. He was.

She smiled to herself as his hands found her waist, bunching up the fabric of her dress. She bit her bottom lip as she continued towards the elevator, pressing the button multiple times. Turning around, her eyes met his blue eyes that became darker as they progressed from the hotel bar to the lobby elevators. She turned around and leaned her body against the wall, he looked deeply into her eyes.

“Why are you in Chi-” he began to question but she interrupted by placing a finger against his lips, shushing him. He smirked as he took a hold of her hand, interlocking their fingers as the elevator doors opened, revealing an empty elevator.

They quickly scramble into the elevator, his hands quickly lowering from her waist to her thighs, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist, she presses her lips against his briefly before pressing the tenth floor to her hotel room. She looks towards him leaning down and kissing him once more.

#nhl imagines #montreal canadiens #montreal canadiens imagines #kirby dach #kirby dach x reader #kirby dach imagines #nhl #nhl x reader #hockey #hockey x reader #hockey imagines #nhl fic

75 notes · View notes

killerqueen-82 · 3 months

Text

I love this Amazon live Q&A with Neil Gaiman and David Tennant from December 2020

Full interview below

youtube

Soooo many amazing parts, but I think my favorite part is this clip when Neil is talking about how GOOD Michael is as a person.

And it’s so true- I’m in awe of how Michael moved back home to invest his money in his community and become an activist for his special causes. How he financed the Homeless World Cup when funding fell through and made it successful, how passionate he is talking about Port Talbot and the incredible documentary he did about it. It’s so rare to see both an unbelievably talented, handsome charming man be so so GOOD. I’m glad that Neil is recognizing this here and glad he gets to be Aziraphale to show it off.

And in the interview itself in this clip, David’s heart stopping smile when Neil talks about this is the sweetest thing. He completely lights up.

#michael sheen #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen and david tennant #shennant #michael sheen is so GOOD #homeless world cup #passion in port talbot #not for profit actor #good omens #Youtube

79 notes · View notes

bagopucks · 1 year

Text

N. Hischier - It’s My Footwork

✄————————————

Nico Hischier x Fem!dancer!reader

Word Count: 4.1k -almost-

Warnings: none?

I apologize for any typos. There’s only so many times one can read through 4 thousand words before dying inside.

—————————————

Ever since I was two, I have loved music. I blame my mother. When I was four, I saw ballerinas for the first time. My mom took me to see the Nutcracker at our local theatre. I fell in love with music all over again, but more importantly, I fell in love with dance.

I’ve danced my whole life. Ballet and Acro had been my favorite classes, but I took others. It was expensive, but my family had no issue paying for it. I consider myself lucky to have had the opportunities I did growing up. Because of that gratefulness, it fueled my dream to become a dance instructor on my own one day.

I opened my studio in the heart of New Jersey. Business was slow at first, but I had classes open for all capable ages. I loved meeting the kids and even the adults who came in curious to learn or pick up a therapeutic hobby. I was never one to offer solo classes unless it was for a child who was new and needed to catch up with their age group. But I made one exception.

The bell to my studio rang, barely audible from the room I was in. I heard a deep voice speaking to my best friend who worked at the front desk. We met through her job application. Within the year she’d been hired, we got a sizable apartment together, and I’ve loved every second of our time spent with one another.

“She’s in the back. We just had a class end.“

I’ve had parents come in before about a late payment, or more commonly, bullying that I could only so much about. I assumed that’s all it was.

As I stepped out of the studio room and into the lobby, I was met with the face of a man I had never seen before. His sharp features, thick brows and dark hair was unrecognizable. If he had a daughter or son, they certainly took after their mother in appearance.

“Can I help you?” I spoke up, smiling at the man as I crossed the floor to meet him, leaning against the tall front desk.

“I was.. I need some help?” The man sounded confused, and his furrowed brow only solidified my theory. His eyes darted between my friend and I, as if waiting for one of us to offer something- though we didn’t know what that was.

“You wanna dance?” My friend piped up, a condescending tone in her voice. She dealt with men who were too prideful to admit what they were doing there before. She had no patience for them. This one though, seemed nothing like that. Especially when I watched his eyes go wide and a nod follow. He looked relieved.

“We have different types, was there something specific you were looking for?” I try to sound nicer than my friend.

“Something.. maybe- something with strength? Or endurance. And stamina?” His accent was thick compared to an American one, and the words he used made me wonder where he’d come from. He was either looking for something incredibly specific, or trying to sound smart.

“I have ballet. It’s difficult, but it’s good on muscles. It helps strengthen your legs. Can you do some paperwork for me?” The man nodded and I looked toward my friend. She quickly handed over a clip board and a pen, which I handed off to the man. He mumbled a polite, ‘thank you,’ and took a seat to fill it out.

I watched him for the fifteen minutes it took to fill out the pages. He wore a t-shirt of the city’s hockey team, something that I found normal considering we operated in the middle of the area. There were bound to be fans. My gaze studied his posture, but at some point it shifted to the way his dark hair fell and framed his face while he leaned over the paperwork. I smiled at the sight of batting eyelashes and the way his brow would knit together every so often at something he had to think of before answering. He was handsome.

Once he finished, the man brought the paperwork back and handed it over. I looked over the basic information before my gaze turned up to him. The man’s lips were pursed as he looked rather impatient. Or was he anxious?

“Okay, Nico. We have classes for your age group on Thursdays at five-“

“No!” His outburst caused both myself and my friend to look at him in shock. “I’m sorry- it’s just… it’s for personal reasons. I need this for work, and- I don’t work well with..” I watched his expression shift into one of embarrassment, and his hand wave in a dismissive way. “People.” A blatant lie.

“Uh huh,” I immediately slapped my friend’s shoulder when she piped up.

“Jessie, please.” I tried to calm her down, but she shook her head.

“It’ll only be for a few months.. I know I’m asking a strange thing, but it would help greatly.” I’ll blame it on his looks, and the desperation in his tone. I gave in to the man’s request with a reluctant nod. Who was I to ask what his job was? If he needed it that badly, I wouldn’t turn him down. I was helping somebody, I was sharing what I loved, and there was still money involved.

“Better put an extra ten bucks on his bill.” Jessie commented as she looked back to her computer. The man made no effort to argue, but I still let out an exasperated sigh.

“Jessie!”

——

We compromised on Sundays. Nico said those were most likely to be the days he would consistently have off. I still didn’t know what he did, but he told me his schedule was often sporadic. Jessie thought it funny to suggest adult films. Saying his reluctance to work with others was merely out of anxiety not to be noticed. I told her she was crazy.

Sundays were my least busiest days. I was at the studio alone for the first few hours before Jessie came in. By the time she was heading out for lunch, Nico was just stepping in. And I took note of the way he held the door for her. And the way she still wasn’t ready to give in to the idea that he might just be a good person. Nico had on a pair of black shorts, which I was thankful for considering we hadn’t discussed the dress code or what was best for ballet.

My expression nearly dropped when I realized the absolute shit show I was about to experience. Teaching a grown man ballet on my own. One who was tall, and decently built. I’d handled this type in classes before. They usually ended up needing six feet on every side so they wouldn’t hit or kick somebody. My gaze travelled to notice he was wearing a similar shirt to the one from the week before. This one was white with a tiny thirteen on one of the shirt sleeves. So he had a favorite player.

“Kick your shoes off and follow me.” I heard the light clutter of two shoes hitting the floor before Nico followed. “Are you flexible? At all?” I stepped into the studio, the man following behind before I pushed the door halfway closed. Safety was always a concern of mine. When working with kids, or working solo with random men. The door was never entirely shut.

“A bit?” Nico’s response left me at a loss. Guess we’ll find out.

“What do you like to listen to, Nico?” I made my way across the room to the small table against the wall. I grabbed my phone and looked back at him with expectant eyes.

“Swiss rap?” He was clearly testing the water, a nervous smirk upon his lips.

“Try again.”

“ABBA is fine.” I nodded, going to pull up an album full of ABBA’s greatest hits. ‘Does Your Mother Know’ came on over the few speakers in the room. When my gaze lifted to this man, I almost lost my composure. Tall, dark and handsome liked ABBA.

“Come on,” I managed a quiet giggle as I set my phone down. Nico met me in the middle of the floor. “We’re gonna stretch. That’s step one. Just do what I do.”

Nico struggled with understanding a few stretches, but each time I explained it a little slower, or helped him contort his body in whatever form it was supposed to be in. I heard a few ‘Jesus Christ’s’, but it only made me laugh. And each time I glanced at him in the mirror, it seemed my laughter fueled a bit of his own.

The few times I had to actually touch Nico, I relished in the firmness of his muscles, and the hilariously hopeless look in his eyes while he tried to understand what I was doing.

An hour passed before I felt like I had a good gauge of his flexibility. He was stretchier than I would have assumed, and it brought me some relief to know his body was at least flexible enough for ballet. The real question was, did he have grace and rhythm?

I spent the next hour explaining basics and getting Nico further out of his shell. When it came time to actually try a few things, I remained as patient and kind as humanly possible. Until I could no longer control myself.

“I don’t understand! You’re not making this easy!” Nico’s distressed but amused voice filled the studio along with my own laughter. I was hunched over with my hands on my knees, watching him through squinting eyes as he stood in the most awkward position I may have ever seen. He looked like a three year old. “Tell me again!”

I loved that no matter how many times he didn’t understand, Nico insisted to retry it. He liked the challenge. Over the few moves we did get down, I learned that he had a nice core strength and great control over his own body. And maybe a little bit of grace. After I came to terms with that, I threw adult film making completely out the window. He was in another business. I just didn’t know which one.

“I think maybe ballet is not for you.” I teased as I stood upright, making my way over to the amused but nonetheless frustrated man. “You’re so-“ I tried to put my finger on a word. “You move like a child.” And I knew why. Because he had no prior experience. Nico’s eyes went wide as his jaw dropped and his lips turned upward into a smile.

“What is it? What specifically is it?” Nico insisted I tell him, but there were too many things to possibly name one.

“It’s my footwork?” The question was phrased as a statement, and I was quick to nod. He hit one of the many nails on the head.

“Well then what would you suggest instead? I need this to help with my footwork.” He dropped the hint, but I stored it in my mind for later.

“I don’t even know what to suggest. I guess we just try again.” I shrugged and smiled, incredulous. That’s what I did with the kids.

Try and try again, fail and fail a little less. Nico slowly began to catch on, though I relentlessly teased him when he failed. He took it like a true champ. I never noticed when Jessi came back from lunch, or that I had missed my own. Or that Nico had been there a lot longer than he was supposed to be. Until Jessi gave a gentle knock at the door and opened it to inform me of the well overdue departure of my new friend, or student.

——

It continued like that for weeks, Nico coming in on Sundays, greeting Jessie before she left for lunch, and joining me in the studio with a bright smile. As his visits came and went, I could tell Jessie was growing comfortable with him. And I could say the same for myself. Nico was so kind, and incredibly personable. I enjoyed not only the moments when he stumbled over a dance, but also the moments when we took breaks to sit and talk. Or when he needed help with a word or two. I learned he spoke German, and very good English, but when it came to the French of ballet, his accent did not do it justice. We often giggled over the way he pronounced things.

As the first month passed, I began to feel the dread of losing him. While also coming to terms with my feelings for him. Nico was just getting good. Good enough even that I could dance with him. But I remembered him saying it was only a few months. I still didn’t have a specific number, but I didn’t want to lose him. By the second month, I went into each Sunday with dread that he might not even show up. Or that he might randomly call and cancel.

This particular Sunday afternoon, I got a message saying that he had to miss out on our lesson for work. I told him it would be fine, that I’d miss him and we could reschedule. An hour later I got a text back saying, ‘you can come visit me at work?’ And another after, ‘Jessie can come too :)’ he knew how much I loved Jessie. He even enjoyed her snarky behavior from time to time.

I was given an address, and perhaps at that point I should have known where we were headed. But it hadn’t dawned on me until Jessie was flustered searching for a parking spot in the middle of traffic and crowds of people, that we were attending a hockey game.

“Fuck. Jess we don’t have tickets?” It was the first thing that crossed my mind. I didn’t think Nico was a player, or maybe he was. But the bottom line was that we weren’t getting in without tickets.

“He sent them to me.” My brow furrowed in confusion, peering at Jessie with a lost look until brow shot up in realization.

“You’re in on this?” I almost shouted, but I got no response as we pulled into a parking garage. “This is why I was supposed to dress nice? God- to a hockey game? Where there‘s beer and food everywhere?”

I wasn’t wearing anything particularly fancy. Only my favorite leather jacket and a pair of white jeans, matched up with a faded grey band shirt. My converses matched the black of my jacket, and my silver jewelry was the icing on the cake. Especially my rings, which I’d always loved.

“We have good seats. I think we’ll be fine.” Jessie’s nonchalance about the entire situation had me in disbelief from the moment we got out of the car, to the time we entered the arena. It was busy, full of life. I had no problem with crowds, but this was an entirely new situation. I was lost in more ways than one.

“We’re gonna miss warmups if you keep gawking.” The sound of people talking filled my ears, along with the shouted offers of men trying to sell alcohol. Kids excited and screaming.. some girl going on about a boy named Jack Hughes. I feel like I met a Jack once? With light brown hair and too much energy for my taste. And he had a drawl in his voice that caused his words to sound slurred or unfinished. God I hated it. But he was nice.

“Warmups?” I did not understand the concept, but I allowed Jessie to drag me through the stadium nonetheless. We found an usher who helped us to our seats, and with each step down the case that led us closer to the ice, I felt my stomach turning. The atmosphere was electric. It had me excited for a sport I knew nothing about. Once we got to our seats, I discovered they were right next to the tunnel one of the teams came out of. My body was buzzing, my hand absentmindedly gripping Jessie’s arm for dear life.

“Unhand me before I kick you,” Jessie threatened, prying my hand from her arm. At one point I looked up at the Jumbotron, realizing that whatever warmups were, they happened in fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, I heard people screaming and shouting, erupting into cheers and boos as the team that wasn’t ours, entered the ice. Soon the New Jersey team did follow. The Devils. And I began to second guess my theory that Nico was a player with each face I watched leave the tunnel. I noticed the Jack boy, comparable to a jack russel terrier from the way he bounced down the hall and onto the ice. Then the last body, clad in a red jersey, and those thick eyebrows, I noticed Nico. Holy shit… Captain Nico.

“Nico!” My voice erupted with pride as I shot out of my seat. That was my dancer. My Swiss weirdo who listened to ABBA and loved Meryl Streep. It seemed he recognized my voice, or maybe he was only looking to see we made it. His lips turned up into that smile I loved so much, and I reached forward to bang on the glass like everybody around me. I never liked sports, but I certainly had the aggression and thrill to be a fan. Me excitement made him laugh, extending his stick to tap the glass where I was before skating by.

Jessie had her head in her hands, trying not to be seen by literally anybody else.

“Jessie! This is- oh my god!” I had no words. Of course I had no words. And I was lost for them for the entire game. Aside from Nico’s name, incoherent screaming, and any word that fell from my lips when the refs made any call against the Devils. Which were usually profanities.

Nico had two assists through the game, and a goal in the third period. It was an empty netter, but I was prideful all the same. The goal horn erupted seconds later, signaling the end of the game. I jumped up like everyone else, and I watched him dig the puck out of the net. I wondered what Nico was up to until I saw him skate toward the boards on the other side of the ice. He flipped the puck off his stick and right over the boards. My heart melted as some kid snatched up the rubber object and smiled.

I loved sharing my craft with young generations. It seemed Nico did as well. People began to clear out, but I noticed a bulk staying. I didn’t know why until the lights dimmed and the three stars of the night were announced. The third was Jack. The second, the opposing team’s player. The first, Nico.

“What a brilliant game played by your team tonight. I’m sure you’re all buzzing with excitement?” The announcer sounded as jovial as the rest of the crowd, who had barely finished cheering for their captain by the time he began speaking.

“It was an amazing game. We played well.. remained on our feet.. we did good.” I could sense Nico’s determination from here. His pride in himself, but more importantly his team, radiated.

“Now, after you came back from your leg surgery, there were a lot of questions about your skating ability. Can you tell us how that affected your gameplay?”

“It was.. it was hard. I don’t like to listen to what people say. It’s not always great for your mentality. But- I worked hard and, I’d like to think I persevered.” He must be used to this.

“What did you do to fix that? Your first two games back, there was definitely some weakness in your left leg there. But now you look like a racehorse on the ice. How did you manage to change that?”

A smile formed on Nico’s lips. He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I had somebody help me. She uhm.. she helped with my leg strength and balance and- all the edgework.”

Edgework. Footwork. That little shit. It was right under my nose the whole time! His shirts, his number- it sounded horrible, but even his nationality should have tipped me off. How many Swiss hockey fans did someone just randomly meet in New Jersey? Of all places.

“Did she get paid well for accommodating the captain of the New Jersey Devils?” The reporter asked with a playful grin.

“Yes, and an extra ten per hour.” Nico laughed.

“You really charged him that extra ten?” I whipped my head in Jessie’s direction. She was caught red handed.

“He wanted to!”

“She’s gonna get a kiss after this though.” I almost missed it. Trying to scold Jessie, I almost didn’t catch the comment Nico made. But I did catch it. And my head immediately whipped back to him on the ice. The reporter was in the midst of congratulating him one last time on his game before Nico walked off down the tunnel.

“Jessie-“ my best friend was already laughing, swatting at my leg from where she was seated. “What do we do? We should leave.” She shook her head at me.

I wasn’t running from Nico, I was just nervous. “I should go to the bathroom..” she nodded at me, allowing me to run off up the endless flights of steps and navigate my way through the crowd to find the bathroom. I checked my makeup in the mirror, my legs feeling like jelly at the disbelief of what was to come. I had to have heard him wrong. I adjusted my shirt eighty times, and even thought about leaving before ultimately deciding I could not steal Jessie’s car. I wanted to kiss him. Of course I did. It’s all I wanted.

When I got back from the bathroom, most everybody was gone, and Jessie was still seated in her place, feet up against the glass with her arms across her chest. When I returned to her side, she smiled at me.

“Hold my phone while I go to the bathroom?” I nodded, taking her phone from her and slipping it into the pocket of my leather jacket before zipping it up.

Jessie was gone in a flash, and I was left staring out at the ice, bouncing from one foot to another before I heard my name. I turned quickly, looking at the figure practically sprinting down the steps.

We both had the same thing in mind. I heard Nico’s comment, and he had that piercing determined look in his eyes. By the time he reached me, he was holding his arms out- possibly for a hug. That’s not what I wanted though.

“Can I-“

I gave him all the permission he needed by crashing our lips together. Nico tasted like cocoa pebbles, and I had to pull away to mumble something about the sweetness before he giggled and reconnected our lips. His hands held my cheeks, and mine his hips. By the time we pulled away again, we were both heaving for air. Nico more so than myself considering the marathon he ran down the steps to get to me.

“I had a snack during the second intermission.” It was like he could read my mind, answering my unspoken question while our foreheads pressed together. We smiled and laughed.

“Of course you did,” I responded softly, pulling back to shake my head at him.

Nico giggled with a nod. “Are you hungry? I could use a date to my celebration tonight.”

“Yeah.. but I’m gonna need some explanation on all this.” I gestured back to the rink, earning a laugh from him.

“Anything you want to know.”

Nico and I made our way back up the steps together, meeting Jessie at the top where she had been waiting for us.

“So.. she’s yours for the night?” Jessie asked, earning a fist bump from Nico. My brow furrowed in concern that this entire plan went over my head.

“I’ll have her back by twelve.” Nico promised as he snaked an arm around my hip. I melted into his side.

“Eleven, Romeo. Or I’ll track you down on snap map and fist fight you in a fancy restaurant.”

Nico mumbled a quiet, ‘oh boy’ before nodding.

We were not back by ‘curfew.’ Hell I never even went home, but I shot Jessie a message when Nico let me into his own place, informing her that I was safe and Nico would keep me company for the night. She sent me back an emoji with a hand over the mouth. Then one saying, ‘updating Facebook status to Aunt.’

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

#nico hischier #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl blurb

309 notes · View notes

bingusbongu · 5 months

Note

Dr Flug x Fem reader who is the head of the department of black arts and witchcraft? Like him having a crush on her, it would be kind of ironic him being the head of the department of science and technology

A/N: oooo another Flug request! I love writing for this silly little nerd guy!!! One of my favorite comfort characters<33 fyi: had a hard time writing this, especially with his crushing stage so i just did alittle for it, i hope this works!!! ty sm for requesting!!!! I hope you enjoy~! {May edit later, im tired rn}

Dr. Flug × Fem. Witch Reader!

•i feel like this man would be a huge skeptic towards magic. I mean, sure his boss is a demon and all, but he believes more in scientific reasoning then he actually does Magic. He thinks that there is a reasoning behind everything. being the head of the scientific technology department, he tried his best to study magic, but found ut a huge waste of his time, and ended up going back to his on projects

• when he first met you, it was on one his missions with the gang, and it was not going well for them. The hero they were after easily out maneuvered their plans, and had them dangerouslh close to defeat

• Flug was a mess, panicked and unsure what to do. If he got caught by a hero, Blackhat would sure as hell just leave him there and not care to come and retreave him. Let alone, he didnt want to get punished anymore then he hast to endure

• Flug thought they were goners, before, lo and behold, before the hero could take them into custody, you appeared. Quickly catching the hero off gaurd with a blast of magic to his side

• of course, the hero ended up taunting you, and launched himself at you, only for you to easily knock him out of thd sky and to the concrete with the wave of your hand

• as you and the hero quarled, Flug couldnt help but watch. He would had been planning to get out, but he was observing the battle. How you easily threw the hero around liks a toy. The hero didnt even manage to hit you a single time and you already had him to the ground.

• you had freed the trio before they could be taken from authorities. Easily clipping the lock off. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, but before Flug could say thank you, you were gone.

• Flug was quite appalled, his curiosity peaked, as he abd his team fled from the scene. Though, he wasnt able to get you out of his head. He had never seen or heard anything about a villain who easily threw around Heros without even touching them, and Flug knew everthing about every Villain in the town.

• When he got back to his lab, he automatically started to look up things about you, desprately searching up something to ease his curiosity and get you out of his head

• there wasnt to much about you that he could find. He had figured out you were a 'in and out' villain, hardly giving people enough time to look at you before you disappeared into a puff of smoke.

• reading into some reports about you, of people writing nonsense about a powerful villain that wasn't Blackhat, and ranting in painful grammar about a 'witch villain'

• this made Flug laugh, obviously not believing it one bit. Rolling his eyes he got off his computer and went back to work.

• though, he still couldnt get you out of his head. Thinking back to the way how easily you handled that hero, and didnt even lay a finger on him. Now that Flug thought about it, he didnt even see you get close to him at all. Which made the doctor ponder about you even more

• it started driving him insane

• Flug, for the next few times had a hard time focusing on his projects, caught in his mind about what you were. It ended up getting him into trouble, why couldnt you just leave him alone? He had so many questions, but no you to answer them

• finally came his once a month trip of errands he ran for the crew. Heading out to collect food, or certain parts he could use to work on his projects. He never liked these days, but he endured it never the less

• just as he was walking by, looking for supplies, he bumped into you on accident. He frantically apologized, but once he noticed it was you, he froze in his tracks. Looking up at you, as you looked down at him and reasured him that it was okay

• all of a sudden, all his questions flooded his mind. He sure didnt expect to find you here of all places! What were you doing here? Were you here on some sort of mission? What did you even need here?

• His thoughts got interrupted as you finally voiced that you recognized him, sending Flug into a blushing frenzy as he tried to play it off, muttering a thank you to you as he cleared his throat

• though, when you commented that you knew who he was, it caught him off guard. You knew who he was? No one really ever recognized him other than the bag wearing villain. Being a scientist didnt really give him many looks of pride.

• he was geniunly suprised when you told him his name, and that yoi recognized him from tv adds and some of his work. He didnt know how to feel, but when you complemented him, he nearly collapsed into jelly. No one really ever complemented him, let alone someone as pretty as you! It made his face flush under his bag as he attempted to calm himself

• Though, when you introduced yourself, he must had made a face when you mentioned magic to him. Cause you quickly responded to demonstrate your magic to him.

• turning your gaze to the nearest tin can, without even touching it you beckoned it over, making it levitate over to you.

• Flug watched curiously, eyeing the tin can as if trying to find the strong attached to it to find an explanation. As it levitated for a moment, you flicked your hand, only for the can to fly past Flugs head and hit the worker nearby in the back of his head at full force

• Flug was now a little less of a skeptic

• after that, you and Flug chatted for awhile, happily demonstrating some more of your magic for him, who he would watch closely and eagerly, trying to study it every time. You found it quite funny the way his eyes widened in curiosity

• you two ended up spending the rest of the day together, you helping him with finding his supplies, which he was greatful for. Usually it took him until nightfall to get everything done, but with your help he was able to get back to the manor by noon

• not only that, but he learned alot about you, and how you were also the head of your specialties. That stunned Flug, that you were a head of magic, and he happened to be the head of sciece and technology! No wonder the two of you ended up getting along quite well

• Flug expected his thoughts of you to decrease now that he had answers, but they ended up worsening. Now finding himself wanting to spend more time with you, and for you to show him more of your magic

• Now, the two of you ended up meeting eachother every month on Flugs outing days, so you guys could chat together and spend time with one another. You helping him and showing him your magic, and him happily showing you some of his project ideas.

• Over time, he found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you, getting excited when the day would come to meet up with you! But he still craved more contact with you

• He ended up giving you the adress to the mansion, so you could come over and visit, which you happily took the opportunity

• your visits became more frequent, which Flug was always delighted to see you!

• you would chat with him as he worked on his machines, or let Flug study some more of your magic. And boy, Flug certainly enjoyed the company. More say your company, he goy so happy when you visited him. Even if it was for a few minutes, he always was glad you decided to drop in, no matter how busy you were

• He loved your visits, it made him all giddy and happy, which he hadnt felt in a long time until you came into the picture. He didnt like the way you made his body warm at first, ungil he spent more time with you, he ended up waiting every day in hopes that you would come visit him

• one day, when you made his favorite flowers appear for him out of thin air, he nearly passed out

• he definitely found a way to preserve those flowers forever

• you started to make him feel weird, especially when you came in abd smiled at him, saying your common hello just made his heart lurch out for you. Getting all flustered when you complimented his work, or stood close to him, or even feeling the slightest bit of touch from you would send him to the ground

• he loved watching the way you preform your magic for him. Sometimes, he ended up watching you instead of the trick you were showing him. And when you commented about it he got all shy and babbled an apology, while you giggled which sent him deeper into his flusterdness, you absolutely found this adorable

• you, the wonderful witch you are, ended up enchanting his heart

#villainous x reader #dr flug x reader #dr flug #kenning flugslys #villainous #x reader #reader insert #nerd boy #best boy #witch reader

83 notes · View notes

fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year

Text

My Princess

Pairings: Shuri Udaku x fem!reader

Summary: Shuri brought her girlfriend, Y/N, with her to a party she was invited to. But when a man can’t take Y/N’s ‘no’ for an answer, she results in using a hand signal to get Shuri’s attention.

Word Count: 4,021

Warnings: Sexual Assault & Attempted R*pe| Mentions of murder | Violence

REQUESTED

Your POV:

"After you, m'lady." Shuri said, opening the car door and holding her hand out for me to take.

"Why thank you. I feel oh so honored." I joked, playing along with her antics and getting in the car.

She chuckled, grabbing the seatbelt and reaching over to buckle it for me.

"Shuri, I think can buckle my own seatbelt." I shyly giggled.

"Well you are my princess, so I must treat you like one, right?" after clipping the seatbelt, she moved her head to kiss me.

"I love you." she whispered against my lips.

"I love you too." I murmured in response before she shut the car door, and walked over to the drivers side to get in.

"You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, darling. Have I told you that yet?" she looked at me with loving eyes as she plugged her phone into the aux to play my playlist she had saved.

She always played my favorite songs whenever I was in the car with her. I never asked her to, it was just one of the many ways she showed her love for me.

"Six time already. I've been counting, but I love it." I responded, gazing at her.

"Good, that means I'm doing something right." she smiled.

"You know you look stunning as well." I wanted to make sure she felt as confident in herself as she made me feel.

"I tried to match you as best as I could, so thank you baby." she leaned over to peck my lips before shifting the car out of park, and then resting her hand that wasn't on the steering wheel on my inner thigh.

Shuri was invited to a party, and of course she asked me to come with her. We would both prefer to have night in together where we could just lay in each others arms, but she thought it would be rude to turn down this offer. So she brought me along to make it a little more bearable.

After following the GPS to our destination, we pulled into the parking lot of the venue. I barely got to open my car door when she reached over and put her hand over mine on the handle to pull it shut.

"Absolutely not. What are you doing?" she quickly asked.

"Opening the door to get out?" I sounded confused.

"Stop it, when have I ever made you open your own doors? I'm gonna get it for you." she swiftly got out of the car and jogged over to my side, opening the door and giving me her hand to help me out.

"Was that really necessary?" I chuckled.

"Like I said earlier, you're my princess so I'm gonna treat you like one." she shrugged her shoulders with a smile, wrapping her arm around my waist to keep me close as we walked towards the building.

Entering the venue, we were met with light chatter and the smell of wine. We didn't get to walk inside very far before a man approached us, greeting my girlfriend.

"Shuri, you finally showed up! I was starting to think you were gonna ghost me." the man joked.

"I was thinking about it, but I could never be the mean, right?" she responded with a laugh.

"Eh, that's debatable. Who's this lovely lady you have here with you?" he asked, looking at me.

"This is my darling girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my good friend, Ross." she introduced us.

"Ohhh, so you're the girl she never stops talking about. It's a pleasure to finally meet you,

Y/N." he kindly said, holding his hand out for me to shake.

"The pleasure is mutual, Ross. Shuri never stops talking about me?" I shook his hand with a smile, looking from him to my girlfriend.

"Yeah, I've heard so much about you that I feel like I've known you my whole life." he teased Shuri about how much she talks about me.

"Okay, okay. I don't need you giving her anything else to hold over my head for the rest of my life." Shuri jumped into the conversation.

"Alright, I'll stop...for now. Anyways, there's a few people over there that wanted to meet you earlier, but you weren't here. Do you wanna go talk to them now?" he gestured in the direction of the guests who wanted to talk to her.

"Maybe, just give me one second." she responded. Ross nodded his head before walking away.

Shuri turned to face me, "Are you okay with me going to talk to them for a few? You can come with, or if you don't want to I'll stay with you." she gently grabbed one of my hands and intertwined our fingers, bringing my hand up to place a kiss on it.

"You can go ahead. I'm probably just gonna get a drink from the bar, I'll be fine." you smiled up at her.

"Okay well if you change your mind, you can always come find me. Or call me, and i'll come find you." she stated, making sure I knew that she was here.

"I know, Shuri. Go ahead, I'll catch up with you later." I encouraged her.

She put a hand on my waist, the other on the side of my face to pull me closer so she could lean down and give me a few soft kisses. I cupped her cheeks, and it felt like the world around us completely disappeared.

But I knew that she wasn't going to pull away first, and knowing she didn't care about the fact that we were still in public, I pulled away first so it didn't go further than a few innocent kisses.

"Baby you already kept them waiting long enough by getting here this late." I quietly voiced, pulling away.

"Alright, I'm going. I love you." she gently said.

"I love you too." my voiced match the soft volume of hers. She pecked my lips one more time before walking off to go find Ross.

I watched her disappear into the crowd of people before I made my way to the bar. I approached the counter and waited for a bartender to become available.

"What can I get for you?" he asked after serving another guest.

"I'll have a white wine, please." I answered with a small smile. He nodded his head, pouring the drink into a wine glass and setting it down in front of me.

I thanked him before he went to tend to another person. I was about to take a sip of my drink when a voice caused me to pause.

"Well hello there, beautiful." I turned my head to see who was speaking to me.

I was met by a man who was much taller and bigger than me. He was staring down at me with a grin that I just found creepy.

I looked back down at my drink, muttering a small ‘Hi’ so that I didn't seem rude.

"Do you mind if I buy you another drink?" he offered.

"Oh, no thanks. This is probably the only one I'm gonna have tonight." I kindly turned down his gesture.

"Really? Not even just one? You know, we could get to know each other better." he put his hand on my arm, trying to reason with me.

"No really, I'm okay." I said, taking his hand off of me, trying to make it known that I wasn't interested.

"Well then what's a sexy little thing like you doing here all alone?" he questioned.

"I'm actually not here alone. My girlfriend just went to talk to some friends real quick." I replied, taking a sip from my glass.

"And she left you here all by yourself? Now that's just not right, is it?" he made another attempt at touching me, and put his hand on the small of my back.

I tensed up at this contact, feeling very uncomfortable. I didn't really know what to say and he could tell, so he made his intentions crystal clear.

"What do you say I take you home with me? Show you how a precious girl like you should really be treated." his hand started moving lower down my back.

I quickly recoiled away from his touch, starting to search the crowd for Shuri to try and get her attention. I knew how protective she was over me, so I knew there was a good chance that she had me in her line of sight. She always did in order to make sure I was okay.

Thinking about this, I thought that if I did one of our hand signals, then she would hopefully notice and come to help me. It was Shuri's idea to establish discreet ways for us communicate in public without using actual words just in case verbal communication was out of the picture.

I crossed my index and middle finger, then tapped them on the counter three times. This was our gesture for 'help'. I thought that if I continued tapping them three times, then she would eventually see it.

While doing this, I tried to talk myself out of the situation, "Please just stop. I already said I'm here with someone, I'm not interested."

He ignored my pleas for him to stop and continued moving his hand down my back, coming in contact with my butt.

Shuri still hadn't given me any sign that she saw me, so I just took it upon myself to try and push him away.

But since this man is more than twice my size, pushing at his arms barley affected him. In return, he grabbed me by my waist and pushed me against the counter, pressing his body against mine so I could hardly move.

"Maybe you'll be a little more interested after I show you what a good time really feels like." he harshly whispered into my ear, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to a more secluded part of the venue.

I fought the grip he had on me with everything I had, trying to pull back, but he was dragging me like I barely put up a fight. We eventually got to a spot that was completely empty, the only source of light being the lights that were hung in the main part of the building.

He roughly shoved me against the wall, starting to kiss my neck. I could feel the roughness of his beard against my skin while he groped my hips, my breasts, then moved down to my ass.

I was writhing as much as I could, trying to get away, "Please, please stop." I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Shut up, and just enjoy it." he growled, moving my dress up my thighs, his hand starting to slip under it.

My body was beginning to get tired as my attempts to squirm out of his grasp were useless. I was about to just give up until he was aggressively pulled off of me. I took this opportunity to pull my dress back down, covering my upper thighs again.

I heard the sounds of him being thrown against a wall, and punches being landed followed by his yelps of pain. But I could hardly see it through the tears in my eyes. I only wiped them away when I recognized my girlfriends voice.

~~~

Shuri's POV:

"It's so nice to finally meet the queen of Wakanda. We really admire what you've done." a kind woman said to me.

"Thank you. I try my best, but it's not always easy." I smiled at them.

"You make it seem like you've done it your whole life. The technology you create, and the way you handle everything. It's just amazing." a different man said to me.

"Yeah well, I'd have to thank my girlfriend for a lot of that. She's so supportive, and most of the technology we make are her designs." I replied.

There were a few people that Ross introduce me to who wanted to meet me. They were really nice, but the overwhelming amount of compliments were beginning to become too much.

It tried to be kind and stay engaged in conversation, but my attention was shifting from time to time so I could check on Y/N. She was all the way across the building, but I still made sure that I had a clear view of her.

Everything was okay until I saw a man approach her. To me it seemed like it was just a friendly conversation until I saw him begin to touch her. She moved away from him, so It didn't seem like I needed to step in just yet because she was handling it.

"Is everything alright?" Ross brought me out of my thoughts when he saw that I was focused on something else.

I shifted my eyes to look back at them, "Hm? Yeah everything's fine. Continue what you were saying." I nodded my head. But when I looked back at her, she had her fingers crossed and they were tapping on the counter in front of her.

I knew that was the motion that meant 'help' because I came up with it. So at that point, I knew everything was indeed not fine.

I made up a quick excuse to exit the conversation I was in, "I'm sorry, could you excuse me for just a moment. I'd like to use the restroom, and then get a drink."

They nodded their heads in understanding before I started to make my way through the large crowd as quick as I could to reach Y/N. But it seemed like every few seconds I was either bumping into somebody, or being stopped by someone who wanted to talk to me.

I turned down every person who approached me, my mind set on reaching Y/N. But I ran into someone just as I saw the man grab her wrist and drag her away from the bar. I tried to follow them, but I lost sight of them in the crowd.

I started to practically run in the direction I thought they went. Stopping when I heard my girlfriends voice, I could hear her quiet pleas loud and clear. My blood boiled when I heard them, turning down the small corridor her voice came from.

I saw the same man who was talking to her at the bar pressing her against the wall. He was kissing her neck, his hands being anything but gentle on her body as they slipped under her dress. My heart broke at the sound of her cries.

So when I saw this I didn’t hesitated one bit to rush over to them. I grabbed the man by his shoulder and pulled him off of Y/N. Pushing him back into the wall, I punched him across the face with all the strength I had.

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and shoved him further into the wall, "What. The fuck. Is wrong. With you." I punctuated each word with a blow to his head.

"I swear to god I should kill you for touching her like that. I should kill you for touching her period. For even looking at her the way you did." I had to hold him up against the wall because he lost his bearings.

"I heard her say 'stop' loud and clear from down the hallway. Do you not know what 'no' means?" I asked him with anger present in my voice.

When I got no answer from him, that just aggravated me even more. I punched him once again and I could tell it broke his nose, but I couldn't care less considering what he just did to my girl.

"No means fucking no. I saw her trying to be as nice as possible when turning you down over at the bar. But since you're so insecure that you can't seem to handle rejection, you have to deal with me now, and you can already tell I'm not going to be anywhere near as nice as she was." I said sternly, looking him directly in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, please-" he tried to say, but I cut him off with a scoff.

"Please? Ten seconds ago you had my girlfriend pinned against the wall while you fucking groped her and she asked you to 'please stop'. Now what? You expect me to show you mercy or something?" I questioned, furious.

When he nodded his head, my blood boiled over and the punch that connected with his face caused him to fall unconscious. I let go of his shirt, allowing him to fall to the ground. I was breathing heavily out of anger until I heard the quiet whimpers of my beloved.

I turned around and saw her trying to cover herself. Even though she still had on the same dress she wore when we got here, I knew she felt too exposed. Seeing the tears on her face shattered my heart, and the pure frustration I once felt disintegrated as I hurried over to her.

Pulling her into a tight hug, she started to sob against my chest. Her hands were clinging onto the back of my shirt as if I would evaporate into thin air if she let go.

I tilted my head down to kiss the top of hers, "You're okay now, baby, I've you got. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." I cooed.

Her broken up cries continued, and a few of my own tears rolled down my cheeks seeing how scared she was, "I'm so sorry I didn't get to you sooner." I whispered.

I let her cry into my shirt for as long as she needed. When she started to calm down, she lifted her head to look up at me.

"Thank you." she murmured.

I shook my head, "No, darling. Don't thank me. I promised that I'd always protect you."

A few seconds of silence passed before she spoke up again, "I tried to get him off. I-I said no and everything but-"

I stopped her, "Shhh. I know darling, I know you did. I won't let that happen to you ever again." I placed a kiss on her forehead.

Seeing how shake up and distraught she was I thought it would be best to get her to the comfort of our home, "Come on, my love. Let's just get you home now, okay?"

She nodded her head and pulled away from my arms. Before making our way to the exit, I took off my suit jacket and placed it over her shoulders to make her feel more comfortable.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and guided her through the crowd, once again turning down every persons attempt to talk to me. Once we got outside, the wind of the cold night caused both is us to shiver. I just pulled her closer to me hoping that it'd help her a little while we walked to the car.

She reached to open the passenger door, but I stopped her, "Now we had this conversation earlier, didn't we?" I raised a playful eyebrow at her and she giggled.

My heart swelled seeing her gorgeous smile and hearing her cute laugh. I opened the door for her and offered her my hand. When she got in, I grabbed the seatbelt and reached over to buckle it for her."

"Shuri," she whined.

I chuckled, "You are my princess, and princesses get treated as such." After I clipped it, I moved to kiss her nose and then shut the door.

I walked over to the drivers side and got into the car, “Music or no music?” I questioned, looking over at her.

“Music, but can you turn the volume down low?” she asked me.

“Anything for you, baby.” I responded with a small smile, plugging my phone into the aux and playing the playlist she made.

I would normally put a hand on her thigh to comfort her whenever I drove. I debated on doing that this time, not wanting to upset her.

We sat in comfortable silence for most of the ride, only talking when she quietly asked, “Can I hold your hand?”

I smiled to myself, taking a hand off the steering wheel to intertwine my fingers with hers, “I love you, angel.” I said.

“I love you too, Shuri.” she replied back.

When we arrived home, I put the car in park and started to get out of the car when I noticed zero movement from her. I turned my head to look at her, and my gaze softened when I saw her fast asleep.

I got out the car, closing the door as softly as possible before walking over to her side. Opening the door, I took my suit jacket from around her to put it on so that I could put her hand bag in the inner pocket.

My hands were now free to gently pick her up, holding her from under her thighs and her back. I closed the door with my foot before making my way inside. She woke up when I started to climb up the stairs, lifting her head up before letting it fall back onto my shoulder.

“Shuri?” she tiredly mumbled.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. You can go back to sleep until I wake you up to change into pajamas, m’kay?” I coaxed her back to sleep.

She murmured a few incoherent words before falling back asleep. When I reached our room, I pushed the door open with my foot and gently laid her on our bed. I didn’t want to disturb her by turning on any lights, so I navigated the room in the dark.

I picked out pajama’s for her and put them off to the side while I changed into my own comfortable clothes. When I was done, I grabbed some makeup wipes from the bathroom and then made my way back over to the bed.

“Y/N,” I whispered, stroking her cheek to slowly wake her up. She hummed, not wanting to open her eyes.

“Come on, baby. We’ve gotta get you out of this dress and into these comfy clothes.” I quietly told her.

She just hummed again in agreement and I chuckled. After moving to the foot of the bed I undid the straps of her heels and slipped them off her feet, setting them on the ground.

I moved back up to put my hand on her shoulder, shaking it to get her attention.

“Can I help you change, my love?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she finally shook off enough sleep to reply to me.

“Alright, could you sit up for me, darling?” she sat up straight with my assistance.

I slowly started to move the straps of her dress off her shoulders, giving her time to protest. When she didn’t, I helped her out of her clothes and pulled my shirt over her head. Then helping to pull her pajama shorts up her legs.

I threw the clothes into the laundry basket and grabbed the makeup wipes. I sat propped up against the headboard, guiding her to lay her head on my lap.

Starting to remove the makeup on her face, I admired how beautiful she looked like this. The moonlight shining through the window only partially lighting up her face, but she was still breathtaking.

When I was done, I tossed the wipes into the trash can beside the bed. Getting under the covers, I didn’t even have to pull her into my arms because she automatically moved to lay her head in the crook of my neck, her hand resting on my chest while she let herself fall back into a deep sleep.

I wrapped my arms around her in a protective manner and kissed her forehead, “I love you so much, my princess. Get some sleep.” I whispered, not sure if she heard me or not before she fell asleep.

In that moment, I made a silent promise to her that I was going to protect her with everything I had. No matter what it took.

#shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader #letitia wright shuri #shuri x y/n #shuri angst #shuri fluff #shuri x you #shuri imagine #mcu shuri #shuri #shuri udaku x reader #shuri udaku #princess shuri #shuri fic #shuri black panther #queen shuri

699 notes · View notes

chososbabymama · 11 months

Text

𝒫𝓁𝓊𝑔!𝐵𝒻𝒮𝓊𝑔𝓊𝓇𝓊♧~~~~

personal headcannons bc plug suguru puts me in H E A T ! ! ! :)

PlugBf!Suguru who gives you free flower. Has the BIGGEST pout on his face when he finds out you bought from other people before y'all got together. 'It doesn't matter if I met you 7 months later y/n, it's the principality of it!'

PlugBf!Suguru who buys you anything you need. You want a new bong? He buys you a pretty heart shaped piece w/ a bowl crafted into the shape of a rose. You needed a grinder cuz yours squeaked? He bought you an electrical one. You burnt a nail tryna light the blunt? He cashapps you $250 to get a refill.

PlugBf!Suguru who plugged you for the first time after you got his # from Shoko, there was something about you that made him so fuckin nervous that he accidentally gave you 3gs more than you asked for (you only wanted an 8th).

PlugBf!Suguru who is your self-proclaimed #1 fan. Reposts all your IG photos, shares your TikToks, he even got one of those lighter clips that attach to his pants and keeps a light w/ your face on it w/ him 25/8.

PlugBf!Suguru who pearls the blunt in a way that makes your stomach tight and your thighs clench.

PlugBf!Suguru who shuts down anyone who tries to flirt w/ him during a deal, 'no i dont wanna smoke a blunt with you, get out my car before i call my wife and have her show you whats good' Satoru lets out the ugliest laugh EVERY time.

PlugBf!Suguru who taught you everything you need to know; how to roll, how to scale, how to tell if the flower is synthetic, etc.

PlugBf!Suguru who has to go out of town sometimes to make drops so he leaves you with enough money and flower to keep you comfortable. If you needed anymore he'd send you however much you needed and make toji bring you a bag. If you buy from someone else while he's gone he'll catch such an attitude (big baby will still roll your blunts but he'll FS talk shit while he do it 'you wanna buy from other people? that's cool... why don't you break off my fingers and tell me to go fUCK myself while you're at it huh?')

PlugBf!Suguru who buys you the prettiest gold anklet with an 'S' to match his gold chain that has your initial on it. He got it for you when he first got in the game, saying it was 'only the beginning.' Since then Suguru has spoiled you in ways you'd never dreamed of, but that anklet? That anklet meant more to you than anything else.

PlugBf!Suguru who has sooooo many tattoos dedicated to you. He gets them on special occasions (anniversary, birthdays, holidays, etc. any reason he can find he'll do it). He has your anniversary on his ring finger, your lipstick on his lower back, scratch marks on one side of his back, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers right above his heart. With each one he shows you, you fall deeper in love.

PlugBf!Suguru who also makes a lot w/ his tattoo shop. People travel from across the country to get tatted by him. He's not just your only plug but your only tattoo artist as well. He'd had an extensive portfolio with a plethora of darkskin clients who had a hard time finding artists like you had. Suguru doesn't even consider people like that artists and refuses to work with people who can't tattoo dark skin. When asked why his response is always the same, 'why would I want to work with talentless losers who's terrible character is reflected in their subpar work? I could spend my time doing better shit like... smokin a blunt.'

PlugBf!Suguru who drops the blunt in shock when he learns you're Kento's cousin. Bloodshot eyes widen in shock when he's lookin at old family photos you brought out, completely ignoring the ember burning a hole into the rugs you JUST bought. ('whaT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T THINK IT WAS RELEVANT? I had a thing for you for fuckin WEEKS before I asked you out and that bastard knew-!')

PlugBf!Suguru who knew from the moment he met you, that you were someone to be loved, cherished, and desired. And he would stop at nothing to prove how dedicated he is to making you feel as special as he knows you are.

#jjk x black reader #anime x black!reader #getou suguru #geto suguru #plug!geto #jujutsu geto #jjk anime #geto hcs #geto jjk #geto jujutsu kaisen #black yn #black reader #black fanfiction #black femme

301 notes · View notes

shadamyheadcanons · 2 months

Note

I saw a while back you were asked what your favorite interpretations of Shadow and Amy were.

While I don’t disagree (haven’t played heroes so can’t comment there, but have beat SA2) I was curious on your views over Sonic 06 version of Shadow? Ignoring the heavy problems with the game itself, I’m personally a heavy fan of the VA and how he acts.

It may be selfish of me… but I kinda wish Amy got more interactions with Shadow instead of Silver. I get WHY they did it, but I feel like it could of been nice to have them reunite and maybe even contrast the end of SA2 y’know?

First post about my favorite Shadow & Amy portrayals, SA2 and Heroes

Follow-up about Sonic Battle and Sonic Chronicles

I love both Shadow AND Amy in that game!

06 Shadow in particular has been getting a ton of interest in the past few years, and it’s wonderful to see. I considered including it in that first post about my favorites. 06 being such a failure gameplay-wise really screwed things up for the series for a long time. Sega learned all the wrong lessons. No more humans apart from Eggman. No more dark, serious plotlines. One-dimensional characters. No playable characters apart from Sonic in mainline games. None of the others can talk to anyone but Sonic. Obviously there were exceptions to this, but the series lost so much. Sonic 06 is older than most Sonic fans, but we’re only just now getting all of that back with Frontiers, IDW, etc.

This would have been bad enough on its own, but coming off the heels of Sonic 06, it hurt that much more. Sega decided Team Dark weren’t friends directly after their most poignant interactions. Shadow knew who he was. He knew what was important. And he knew he could trust the best friends by his side. When’s the last time he was so self-assured? That’s the downside of the 06 timeline being erased in the end. We know Shadow and Team Dark’s potential, but he doesn’t remember any of it.

That said, I’m ultimately still glad it’s erased. I’d hate for Shadow to go through life knowing the humans would reprogram his own best friend to hunt him down and lock him up forever. It says great things about Shadow, but it makes me like the humans a lot less.

It’s thanks to 06 that I consider Shadow to be the biggest hero in the franchise. This clip encompasses everything that makes his heroism unique:

youtube

“If the world chooses to become my enemy...I will fight like I always have.”

Iconic. Badass. I love the way he drops his inhibitors as he talks. This is Jason Griffith’s delivery at its best.

Sonic fights to protect his friends and the planet he calls home, along with the humans and Mobians who all love him, but there are SO MANY people who’ve treated Shadow like filth, and he still protects them. There’s no one else in canon who’s that selfless, and I also like that 06 doesn’t lean on Maria as the reason he does all this. Shadow himself is a good person and does good things for his own reasons, not just because she told him to.

Heroes proved this, too. Shadow didn’t even remember Maria in that game, but he still made the right call. Maria’s important, but she’s not the only reason he’s a good person.

Jason Griffith does a very good job as Shadow here and elsewhere, but David Humphrey is and always will be my favorite Shadow VA. If Jason is an A-rank, David is S-ranked. I’d be thrilled to have either of them back.

You’ll never see me judge anyone for wanting more Shadow/Amy interactions. I’ve thought the same thing with 06, and I love the Silver/Amy bits, too. She has an adorable scene with him AND starts him on the path to redemption. It’s the Amy Rose Special. I also like how she and Shadow inadvertently worked together to turn him around. Amy raised a question Silver hadn’t thought to ask, and Shadow showed him the answer.

But what this demonstrates to me is that this didn’t have to be an either/or situation.

It would’ve been nice for Amy to reunite with Silver and see how he turned things around. They were both there for the final battle, but they didn’t speak to each other. What if they’d had a scene with all three of them together? I hypothesized about that possibility in headcanon #99.

Side note: I just want to say that I think Amy is great in 06. She has the same cute accidental hug/elevator speech combo she used to turn Shadow around in SA2, but people sleep on it in 06 for some reason. On top of that, a lot of fans willfully misinterpret one particular line of hers. And anyone who knows Sonic 06 knows which one that is.

“If I had to choose between the world and Sonic, I would choose Sonic!”

I’ve seen so many people say she’s a dumb, ridiculous fangirl for this, and I can’t stand it. She’s not saying the rest of the world doesn’t matter, she’s saying that she has so much faith in Sonic as a person that she’d take his side even if the rest of the world said he was wrong. And, uh...she has good reason to! It’s not the first time he’s been falsely accused of something. It’s like these fans conveniently forgot what happened in SA2 the second they saw an opportunity to hurl insults at Amy.

You know what Amy’s line reminds me of most?

“Even if you believe everyone in the world will be against you, know that I’ll always remain by your side. Remember that.”

Yeah. That line everyone loves about ultimate loyalty for someone you care about. The line that many consider to be Rouge’s best. The only difference is that Rouge is a calm young adult talking about a friend, while Amy was an upset young girl whose feelings were too big for careful phrasing and restraint. Combine that with how much hate there was for her at the time, and you have a great, dedicated line absolutely drowned in ice-cold, bad faith takes from the fandom. And Silver needed that fervor to make him question Mephiles, too! It had to be her! It was because he saw how strongly she felt about Sonic that he started having second thoughts. You think a calm statement like Rouge’s could have made him back down from attempted murder?

Much like with Shadow in SA2, it had to be Amy. 06 did a great job with her. Some fans still need to wise up about it. They’ve been recognizing how awesome 06 Shadow is, so maybe, just maybe, they’ll do the same for Amy someday.

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #not a headcanon #ask #amy rose #anonymous

40 notes · View notes

night-unfurls-its-splendour · 5 months

Note

Hi! I was just wondering who's your favorite phantom actor?

Can be from any Poto play, or movie, or anything really.

I'm really curious!

This and similar questions have been popping up so much for me in the last week lol

I like to be extremely specific so I will give you a few of my favourites

I have been meaning to re-examine my favourites for a while now

So my favourite overall, my number one, my blorbo, the phantom closest to my heart is always going to be Gerard Butler. Say what you want about his singing, but ain't no other phantom ever done Pleading Eyes (tm) like that man.

For stage Phantoms the one who has a hold on my mind that just will not let go is Tim Martin Gleason. I love a tall phantom. I love that in the title song he does not order Christine to sing for him, he asks her. He conveys, with his intonation, that he asks for the honour of having her sing for him. I love how expressive he is. This man made so many choices.

Vocally I think the best singer that has ever played the phantom is John Owen Jones. But I think my favourite phantom Vocally is Tomas Ambt Kofod, because he--more than ANY other Phantom I have heard, sounds like Erik. His voice is remarkable in its smoothness and delicacy, but also very powerful.

He's also so sensual and gentle. He loves to administer loving touches and caresses to his Christine.

His final lair is also devastating

The Phantom actor I think I respect most is Ethan Freeman. This man has such a dedication to this character and to the book specifically. He refused to read Phantom by Susan Kay because he didn't want an apocryphal version of the character to influence his interpretation, which he specified modeled off of Leroux's Erik, adding touches pulled directly from the novel such as kissing (or almost kissing) the hem of Christine's robe during "Stranger Than You Dreamt It", as Erik kisses the hem of her dress in the book.

Seen here in the West End in 1995 with Jill Washington:

And here, in Essen, 11 years later with Anne Görner:

It seems that over time he evolved this moment to the point that he appears to abandon the thought before he brings it close to his lips--probably thinking he's not even worthy of touching her vestments.

He's got an almost faerie-goblin quality to his interpretation. Like he's just scuttled out of the Black Forest. He also leans into the idea of Erik-as-Magician

He's not afraid to be sensual either, though.

I think the most emotional phantom is Earl Carpenter. One of the first full boots I ever watched was Earl Carpenter with Rachel Barrel. His Music of the Night changed my brain chemistry forever. The gentleness! The vulnerability! The vacillation between confidence and fragility!!

The way he would jostle Christine a little when he caught her, his face a picture of panicked concern!

Though I think his interpretation of Erik as (for want of a better word) asexual is a little wacky (considering the text), it strangely works in favour of Erik's particular brand of sensuality, and it paired particularly well with Rachel's timid and apprehensive interpretation of Christine (which I generally dislike--here, though). And his singing has only improved with maturity. The raw emotion of his All I Ask of You (Rooftop Reprise) in his 2023 run is shattering. Absolutely shattering.

My favourite feral Phantom is without a doubt Scott Davies. If you ever want to see the most unhinged "Let these freaks be together" e/c show you've ever seen you have GOT to watch Scott Davies with Meredith Braun. Ethan Freeman's got the Goblin King energy and Anthony Crivello has the Sewer Gremlin vibe, but if you ever want a Phantom with a real primal streak, you can do no better than long-standing West End understudy Scott Davies:

This guy tackled the role with a ferocity and an audacity that you don't generally find outside of Russian productions.

His Phantom hands? Oh Lordy!

And the best part is that Meredith's Christine was picking up EVERYTHING he was laying down. Her Christine is just as mad, just as feral, just as unhinged. And especially paired with such a hearty goodfellow Raoul as Matthew Cammelle--Raoul would have done well to gtfo of there. He was NOT prepared to handle this lmao.

And then there's Ted Keegan. Who for me will always be the Phantom that got away. If I had just done a little more research before--just three months into my poto obsession--booking my tickets to see phantom before it closed on Broadway, I might have had the transcendent experience of seeing Ted Keegan live. As it was, I had no idea he was even still playing the phantom, and wound up with Ben Crawford instead.

And I would be remiss if I finished this list without naming Thomas James O'Leary. Like Ethan Freeman, O'Leary leans into Erik's ghostly persona, with a magician's touch. I think he took a lot of inspiration from Lon Chaney's Phantom (note the position of his hands here).

His "Sing for me~" is one of my all time favourite line readings and got a very embarrassing reaction out of me when I first heard it.

And then, as if that wasn't enough, there was the moan.

#asks #phantom of the opera #poto #poto musical #poto 2004 #erik the phantom #gerard butler #tim martin gleason #scott davies #thomas james o'leary #ted keegan #ethan freeman #tomas ambt kofod #earl carpenter

61 notes · View notes

yelenasdiary · 2 years

Note

I’d love a flo x reader wlw series about wanting kids, picking a donor, and Flo being pregnant. I think a sweet birth story where Flo really depends on her partner would be cute and sweet! Bonus points for a fun cooking with Flo where she makes something she’s craving!

(I sent this to a few favorite Flo writers as well)

Cravings || Flufftober

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: Flo being a cute mess while pregnant

AC: I don’t have children so my knowledge on IVF and IUI isn’t great, so I hope I didn’t stuff this up! I hope you enjoy otherwise! x

Flufftober Masterlist

It was late that night when Florence asked you if you’d like to have children. The two of you had just gotten home from Rose’s birthday party, Scarlett threw a party for those close friends and family but when Florence saw you playing with the young babies it made her heart melt and she couldn’t wait any longer to pitch the idea to you.

“I want to have a baby” she said while looking into your eyes, a wide smile took over your lips before you covered her face with soft kisses, “me too” you replied. For the coming weeks it was all the two of you could talk about, both happy with the choice of Florence to carry the baby which led to appointments and looking through possible donors. Florence was so excited to be adding a new life to the world but most importantly she was looking forward to this next step in your lives. It’s no lie that she’s a big family-oriented person and you could see how wonderful she was going to be as a mother.

Nights were spent looking through many donors as the two of you made a list of people you think we’re a good fit then from that it made for a long, long discussing on who to pick in the end. Florence did a lot of research before the insemination just to make sure everything was set and stone within her own body first. You of course went with her to every appointment and prepared yourself for any outcome as you didn’t want to miss anything, no matter how small. During this time, Florence cleared her schedule to give you both the best chances. She was stress free and full of excitement.

Florence wanted to surprise you and did her best keeping her symptoms to herself until she was 100% sure. She managed to flip away for a doctor’s appointment, telling you that she was just popping to the store to grab some things for dinner and when she came home you were gone on a walk with Billie. The first thing she did was circle the baby’s due date on the calendar, smiling softly as her hand naturally stroked her stomach.

“Honey, can you call Billie please? she’s making a little mess in here!” You heard Florence call from upstairs one afternoon. “Billie girl!! Come outside, I’ve got your ball!” you called back, you could hear the thumbing footsteps of the pup running downstairs with Florence following behind in a walking pace. “You put a shirt on her?” you looked up at the top of the staircase confused. “It was a little quote on it, go read it, it’s adorable! I had to get it for her” Florence replied as she made her way down the stairs. You called Billie over to you again and got her to sit in front of you, the shirt reading “Big Sister” with an envelope clipped to her collar, you took it off and slowly opened it. Florence wrapped her arms around you gently as you pulled out the 6-week ultrasound photo of a tiny bean like baby. Tears of joy filled your eyes as you stared the photo before turning in Florence’s arms and kissing her gently.

“We have to wait another 6 weeks before we can tell anybody, but I couldn’t wait that long to tell you” She explained but you couldn’t care, you had everything you ever needed right there in front of you.

----

You held her hair back when her morning sickness strike, rubbing the small of her back for comfort. When she was done, you’d grab the wet cloth from the countertop and wipe her mouth softly before offering her a glass of water and a kiss on her forehead, promising to be with her every single step of the way. By noon Florence was usually found lounged out on the sofa with a book that she could only read a few pages before you found her peacefully asleep. You grabbed a throw blanket from the guest room and covered her with it, making sure to place her book on the coffee table, safe from being damaged.

Billie became more protective over Flo as the weeks went on, she wouldn’t leave her side during the night as she slept at Florence’s feet. You adored how protective she was, always at Flo’s feet while see cook and sitting patiently at the bathroom door for her to return.

Telling her family was a big event, Florence threw a lunch and had the whole family over. Billie following Florence closely everywhere she went. Everybody could tell something was going on as the two of you failed to contain your excited smile and the secret soft belly rubs you give when nobody was looking. Florence loved whenever you stroked her stomach, she loved watching you fall more and more in love with the unborn child and how you’d whisper sweet nothings to her stomach.

It wasn’t a surprise to you when Florence mentioned she’d like to have the baby in the UK. You both owned a holiday home in London for when Florence wanted to be home but was needed in London for whatever even took place. When a few more doctors’ appointments and check-ups Florence was given the okay to fly back to London for the rest of her pregnancy.

At 6 months, Florence had announced publicly about the pregnancy as she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide it for much longer. The two of you were showered with support and love from everybody, and her fans were just as excited as you were.

“Darling, could you pretty please get me the ice cream and hot sauce?” Florence looked up at you as she laid between your legs as you both watched a movie on Netflix. “Hot sauce? Really?” you slowly shifted out from under her. “I’m craving it” she sat up, her hand resting gently on the top of her bump as you walked into the kitchen and grabbing the requested items. “Our baby is going to come out screaming for chilli” you joked as you handed your wife a bowl of ice cream and the bottle of hot sauce and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“Do you want to know what I had for lunch while you were washing Billie?”

“Do I want to know?” you smirked. “Tacos, with tuna and peanut butter, absolutely banging!” she replied, her British accent thick. You laughed and shook your head, “that is disgusting!” Your hand gently stroked Florence’s bump, “you’re giving mama some odd taste buds”

“Ooo, could you please get me some mangos? I could really go for some of them to dip in my ice cream” Florence looked at you with excited eyes. “Anything for you” you smiled softly.

----

Sometimes at night before bed, Florence’s hormones would get the best of her, and you’d find her staring at herself in the mirror. “Baby, come to bed” you suggested, she turned and faced you with puffy red eyes. “Honey” you rushed to her side and gently pulled her into your arms. “I feel so yuck” she sobbed. “Oh baby, you’re so, so beautiful” you’d remind her. “You’re rocking this pregnancy” you added as she sobbed harder. “I saw the comments” she said as you wiped her eyes, “that’s all they are darling, just comments. They don’t see how beautiful you look in this moment right now and they don’t see how happy you are when you’re talking to our little garlic glove or when you’re cooking in the kitchen talking to them as if they can see what you’re doing. You’re carrying our baby, that’s something far beyond beautiful and if they don’t see that, that’s their problem because to me” you paused and kissed her lips softly, “to me you look beautiful every single second of the day”

Florence kissed you once more, “I love you so much, we love you so much” she spoke as she guided your hand to her bump, “I love you both more than you’ll ever know” you replied.

Each morning Florence would wake up in your arms as one of your hands protective rested on her pump, she smiled and placed her hand on top of yours. “You have the world’s best mommy, my little darling” she whispered to her baby bump. The baby kicked slightly at the mention of ‘mommy’ that woke you with a smile. “Go back to sleep, darling, it’s 5 am” Florence whispered before you drifted back to sleep. “We’ve gotta let mommy sleep, darling. I can tell you want breakfast” she whispered before gently getting out of bed.

It wasn’t long until Florence was trying to hide the pain she was starting to feel in her lower back and her ankles, you knew she wasn’t sleeping the best and trying to find a comfortable position on the sofa was just as hard. While she was making lunch one afternoon you moved the TV from the guest living room and placed it in the bedroom so Florence could prop herself up in bed where she could get comfortable. But the only place Florence found true comfort was in your arms with one hand placed on top of yours as your thumb gently stroked her baby bump.

“What do you think our little garlic glove is?” she looked up at you with a soft smile. “If I had to guess, I’m going to say a boy but I really don’t mind what they are because they are half of you and half of me and that’s already so special to me” you replied ignoring the true fact that there was a donor and you were thankful for them but to you, you spoke to the baby day in and day out, they knew your voice just as much as they knew Florence’s. “I hope they are everything like you and more” Florence brought your hand to her lips and kissed the top of your hand gently.

---

At 8 months and her odd food cravings haven’t subsided.

“Hey guys! I’m baccck!” Florence smiled into the camera as she starts to film a new Cooking with Flo. “Bit of an odd episode this week but I’m trying to prove to my loving wife, Y/n that tacos, peanut butter and tuna is actually really good!” she explained with a hand rubbing over her bump. You couldn’t help but burst into a laughter from the living room. “Darling, stop! They can hear you” Florence chuckled. “Baby, I don’t even your fans are going to agree that” you walked into the kitchen and sat behind the camera, “go on, show how great it is” you smirked playfully.

“As I was saying” she turned her attention back to the camera, “This is something I have been eating all throughout my pregnancy along with ice cream and hot sauce” she adds. You watched as your wife paced around the kitchen making the worlds oddest combination of foods with a free hand on the small of her back for extra support. Even though you could see she was in pain, and you would rather her rest her feet, you admired her for how she embraced this whole experience. You loved seeing how in love she was with your baby from the start and seeing that love grow bigger and bigger by the second.

“I’ve got my taco shells in the oven for 2-3 minutes at the most” she explained, “I have my orange juice in a wine glass because I can” she joked before taking a sip from the glass, you smiled as you watched on. “Once those shells are done, I’m going to grab my can of tuna and peanut butter” she spoke, you shook your head at the odd combination, trying not to think about how awful it would taste. Florence turned and looked at you after her first attempt to take the taco shells out of the oven.

“Baby” she pouted, “yes?” you smiled, “I can’t reach the tray” she chuckled.

You got up from your seat and grabbed the oven mitt, giving Florence a gently kiss on the lips before pulling the hot tray out of the oven, “thank you darling” she smiled, one hand rubbing over her bump once again. You returned to your seat behind the camera and watched Florence finished up her odd craving. “Just place the tuna in first and then put a big scoop of peanut butter on top and that my darlings, is the world’s best snack!” she explained before she took a bite and hummed as the goodness filled her cravings. “Until next time, I want you all to try something completely different, unusual, something you think would be disgusting and give it a try, you never know! You might just enjoy it! I’m not sure when the next Cooking with Flo will be, as you can tell I have a lot on my hands right now” she chuckled, rubbing her stomach once again, “but I look forward to coming back with new videos! Stay safe guys!” she blew the camera a kiss and stopped the video.

“Pass me one of those tacos, will you? Please?” you asked as she took another bite. Florence pushed the plate gently over to you, your stomach turned but you still took the taco and regretfully took a bite. Florence watched you chew with a chuckle, “it’s good, isn’t it?” she asked. You shook your head and swallowed harshly, “that was so bad baby, I’m sorry” you chuckled before reaching for her orange juice and downing half or it to get rid of the horrible taste. “Well, I’m proud you gave it a try” Florence smiled and continued to eat her new favourite snack.

----

11:17pm on a Thursday night, Florence shook you awake, “darling, wake up!” she said as your eyes flickered, instantly your hand went for her bump, “what’s wrong baby?” you asked. “It’s time” she smiled softly, “my water broke” she adds. Your eyes widened at her words, and you shot up out of bed and grabbed the pre-packed bag that was by the door before helping Florence out of bed.

You called her family and told them she was in labour. Florence reached for your hand to squeeze whenever a contraction would rush through her. The two of you had thought of a list of names for both genders, the nursery was almost complete, just missing the small baby to bring home. You were overwhelmed with nerves and excitement as it slowly became to hit you that you were going to be a mother within a few hours and that everything over the past year was more than worth it.

“I love you” Florence would say after every contraction, “I love you so much, you know that right? so anything I saw is purely out of pain” she added causing you to chuckle, “I know mama” you smiled, kissing her lips softly, “I love you too” you whispered against her lips.

At 2:03 PM on Friday afternoon, Florence gave birth to a healthy baby girl. She was born with fine hair, big beautiful eyes and little a button like nose just like Florence. She filled your heart with a love you knew would was possible, you held her for the first time and tears filled your eyes as the little bundle of joy slept peacefully in your arms.

Florence woke up to find you rocking the baby gently in your arms, her heart grew bigger the longer she watched her wife and new-born and she knew in the at moment that there was nobody on earth that she wanted to share this life with other than you.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction #flufftober

417 notes · View notes

faelapis · 9 months

Text

elemental has turned around at the box office and gone from flop to doing well. it seems this is pretty much entirely because of word of mouth. maybe theres other factors im not considering, but thats pretty fucking impressive.

and i think it deserves it tbh. it is far from perfect, but it might be my favorite pixar film of the 20s so far. granted, the bar isn't as high as the 10s or 00s, but hey, the decade is young. its pretty good!

i think what i liked about it was mainly that it was really emotionally sincere. like. its not too snide or self-aware, it just deeply cares about its characters and is totally committed to the world.

so many newer pixar flicks have this "popcorn filler" middle where there's zany antics that barely connect to the emotional journey. this movie doesn't. its all about these two main characters bonding in a way i found organic and compelling. and there's very little cringe humor. that one annoying tree guy is basically just in it for two seconds. idk why disney marketing still (wrongly) believes that kind of eyebrow wiggle humor is popular, because that made the movie look WAY worse.

anyway. its definitely good for a movie that was written off en-masse as cringey and generic and a lazy race metaphor. i don't think its any of these things. i think the main creative voice speaking about their own immigrant experiences does the job in a decent way.

also, that one clip of "fire girl being racist" is ignoring the crucial context that SHES the immigrant whos discriminated against, not some white-coded karen who needs to learn to be less racist. shes aware that shes less privileged and doesnt want to rock the boat.

also-also, i'm not even going reason with the badfaith twitter take that "she doesn't wanna date the tree boy because she's RACIST instead of it being because he's a CHILD?? #groomer alert!1!!"

like. come on. she's clearly not interested in him, she doesn't need to Spell Out that its because he's a child. that's not the point of the movie. thats just the most lazy twitter hot take for the sake of morally justifying that you found a thing cringe. don't be that person.

if you don't wanna see it, hey, don't. its fine. i'm not gonna go to bat like its the most important movie ever or anything... but its nice seeing pixar have more well-rounded, developed girl characters, after decades of being the emotionally sincere boys club. about time.

also, the romance is cute. i totally get why the aroace community in particular relate. like. its a romance where they Literally cannot touch each other, so its a relationship that actually develops because of their personalities rather than anything physical. its nice :)

#elemental #elemental 2023 #not su /#animation #pixar #disney #there are points against it i agree with related to character design and body types (and marketing)#but idk man every main character in fucking atla is skinny #i thought we agreed with the obvious level one media literacy thing that we could think a thing is good but also flawed. everythings #flawed in some way obviously - but i also understand the specific issue here. but its not unique to this film in any way

89 notes · View notes

maybemoonout · 1 year

Note

if you were to put together a milex starter pack, what would be the top moments you’d include?? love your blog btw! 💗

Hi there anon! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this, there's just a lot going on right now for me so I only really found the time to answer this now! I hope you don't mind and still see this T_T

A starter pack sounds like such a fun idea! I want this to be sort of a bite sized post that allows new people from the fandom to find a little bit of everything they need to know. I think that's a good idea, so I decided with that!

///

To get started, I wanted to link this post by @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind who made an AMAZING full blown post proving milex and it's wonderfully detailed and full of interview moments that start from the true beginning. A GREAT read if you need something to get you started!!

Some of my favorite moments that I got from that post are:

— Alex Turner on ‘Hot Press’ (x)

— Miles Kane, Les Inrocks Magazine 2016 (x)

And many many more from that post, it's also a great place to collect gifs since it has a lot, just remember to credit @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind !!

///

Another GREAT post to read about their relationship is this post by @paperlovesadness that discusses Miles and Alex's relationship as the definition of Twin Flames. It's INCREDIBLY detailed and has sources for all the interviews mentioned. It's honestly such an interesting study, the definition of twin flames, even outside Milex, so please do give it a read!!

///

More great reads for this fandom are song analyses! You can find tons just by searching, but personally I have read all the song analyses of @yellowloid and @paperlovesadness, and I love them A LOT. I also have a few of my own, just check out my #ask !!

///

@puppetsspace started a Milex Timeline of events but it only ever made it to 2007, I don't know if anyone else made a bigger timeline but this is still a great blog to check out for the early timelines! My favorite one there has to be this post where Miles sees Alex for the first time and he looks in awe. Very sweet!

///

@yummilexhub created a full blown collection of the entire EYTCTE Tour!! A great place to get sources and clips!! please check it out here!

///

Now for some more fun stuff, if I had to choose my favorite moments it would be really... difficult. I have A LOT in mind and I honestly can't pick just a few so I'll try limiting it as much as I can.

---

1. The Iconic Øyafestivalen 2016 hug

Need I say more? Miles HIMSELF posted this moment, so it's not surprising everyone loves it, including meself.

2. The Iconic Coachella Kiss

This is honestly my favorite for 2 reasons:

[edited] I was unfortunately a slave to the internet but I originally said here that they were really banned but really its just a rumour!! I hears the guy handling coachella really wasn't happy with the whole thing thoigh, still funny lmfao

It was the one of the few moments that were the closest to a kiss, there are a few others but this one is the most popular and most iconic because again of said reason in #1.

3. Sharing Clothes

This ones not really a moment but a collection of moments. I find it EXTREMELY FUNNY that whenever people do those "boyfriend style" things on Alex, you see the regular array of ex girlfriends or current girlfriend, and out of nowhere, it's just Miles HAHAHAHHA. LIKE IT'S FUNNY AS HELL. I find it kinda sweet that Miles is somehow the... consistent out of all of the styles, like no matter the era of Alex there's gonna be a moment where he shares clothes with Miles, compared to the others who obviously only ever share with him in one period. I guess that's the perks of being the best friend?

Some examples:

Striped Shirt

Leather Jacket

Fred Perry Cardigan

4. The Albums being called "their baby"

This one is a little more of a stretch because I've only ever seen it one time. In this interview Alex says "for the past 8 years we've considered...trying for another baby" then they both start laughing hysterically. It's funny and cute :)) If anyone ever sees a different moment where Alex and Miles call the albums their babies, please do let me know!

5. I Want You (She's So Heavy)

These gifs explain themselves I think

///

I honestly can't think of more on top of my head right now, if anyone wants to add more please do! I'll definitely add more later but for now, this is my starter pack!

I hope this is a good little collection of stuff for you guys to see a little bit of everything!

#alex turner #miles kane #milex #the last shadow puppets #tlsp #ask #answered #my post #my gifs #gifset #starter pack #hope this helps T_T

233 notes · View notes