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fuckyeahgoodomens · 2 months

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Neil talking about the responses to Good Omens Season 2 - from the Neil Gaiman interview with Brian Levine for The Gould Standard (x,x)

BL: The audience that you have built is a very passionately engaged audience. They, frankly, they love you. And one of the reasons they love you is that you fit into what I think of as one of two great divisions in art. There's, or in writing, um, there is: I'm entertained, I'm amused. I may be even enchanted; and then there's this hits me at a visceral level. You understand me as no one else does. You have touched something very central to my experience. And it seems to me that Much of your writing, maybe all of your writing, actually reaches your audience at that latter level. You know. I would say in the former category, sort of my quintessential and beloved example would be P. G. Woodhouse. He amuses me, but I don't feel like he's revealed my inner self at a very deep level. Um, were you aware that you were going to be able to achieve that? Um, that this is something... was it a startling thing when people began coming up to you, who'd read your work and said, this means so much to me?

Neil: Yeah. It was huge. And it wasn't expected. I... if I had a mountaintop I was heading towards, it was gonna be P. G. Woodhouse. Um, I wanted to be a proficient entertainer with a clear prose style who could tell stories. Um, it probably wasn't until Sandman that I found... I started to realize that in order for a story to work, I had to show too much. In order for a story to resonate, in order for a story to matter, I had to let it matter too much. And, and I remember the first people who would start coming up to me and saying, um, you, you know, your, your Sandman comics got me through the death of a loved one. Your death character got me through my child's death, through my parent's death, through my partner's death, through my friend's death. Um, and that left me kind of amazed. I'm like, well, I didn't write it to do that. I wrote it to feed my children. I wrote it to satisfy myself. I wrote it because nobody else had ever written it. And if I didn't write it, it wouldn't be written, but I don't think I wrote it to give you what you've taken from it. And I spent really about 20, 25 years feeling awkward about that. And then my father died, in March 2009, and never got to cry about it. Never... I, you know, I've, I've got on a plane and I went to the UK and dealt with the funeral stuff and organized all of that stuff and came back and go toff the plane and went and did Stephen Colbert's Colbert Report and wearing the funeral suit because and that was all I had with me and carried on. And then, somewhere in the middle of summer, I was reading a friend's script. They'd sent me a script and said, can you look this over? And I'm reading it, and on page 20, the lead character meets somebody, and on page 26 maybe, she's dead, and I burst into tears. And I'm bawling. I am sobbing. It is coming out of me in giant racking waves. And I realized that it's everything that I'd been, hadn't let myself feel, or hadn't been able, hadn't stopped enough to let myself feel, was suddenly being given permission to feel by the death of a fictional person who I'd met six pages earlier, ia script. And I thought that... and it was huge for me, and I thought, okay, that's that thing that people are talking about sometimes, when they come tome and they say, you, you did this. So right now, I'm in this weird, wonderful place where I think a lot of people in Good Omens Season 2 thought they were signing up for the P.G. Woodhouse, and didn't know that, no, no, no, you've, you've signed up for the whole thing. You've signed up for the feelings. You've signed up for the emotions. I... it is my job to make you care and to make you feel and to feel things you haven't felt before. And which meant that the first week or so after Good Omens came out, I was getting angry, furious, deeply upset messages on every possible social medium telling me that I had betrayed people, and it was awful, and they couldn't stop crying, and why would I do that to them, and did I hate them? And they hated me. And then a weird sort of phenomenon happened as people would watch the show again. And again. And now they started to know, okay, this is where it's gonna go, this is what's gonna happen, this is how it works. And they started realizing that they were actually feeling things, and that was good. And that they were caring about two people who don't exist. You know, I made them up, and then and Terry Pratchett made them up, and then, um, David Tennant and Michael Sheen gave them life, and then they get to walk around on a screen and you know they don't exist, but you can cry for them, you can love them, they can make you laugh, they can make you exult, and most important of all, they can make you care. And the number of people who are now writing to me, saying, 'This was so important to me. This has changed my life. This makes me feel like I belong. This makes me feel like I can cope. And it's let me sort of find myself. P. S. I hope you get to do Season Three.' is, is huge.

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fantasyescapes17 · 11 months

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Wings (Part 5, Final)

Your debut in society was as spectacular as one could be, but nobody had prepared you for what came afterward. When you find yourself overwhelmed during your very first season and unable to keep up with the rat race to secure yourself an eligible husband, a curious mentor appears- in the form of notorious flirt and self-proclaimed rake, Mr. Kim Mingyu.

Genre: Mingyu x Female!reader. Regency!AU. You are Jeonghan's sibling so your last name is Yoon but the reader has no other physical characteristics.

Warnings: smoking (don't smoke kids, the characters in this story are from a time when they didn't know how bad it was for their health)

Word Count: 4.5k+

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Series Masterlist [You WILL need to read Patience, the earlier installment in this series first in order to understand the character dynamics in this story. Reading Candle before this is also strongly recommended.]

You had attended a handful of weddings in your life, but nothing could ever compare to your sister’s wedding to Mr. Choi. It was not the most lavish or spectacular event of the year. It was a simple ceremony in your local church with hardly twenty people in attendance.

But no amount of decor or grandeur could have compensated for the utter devotion in the bride and groom’s eyes. The longing, the respect, the unconditional trust they both shared was too large to be contained within themselves. Their love was no game. It was an unavoidable truth. Every single person in the church felt it. Even, to an extent, your mother, who watched the ceremony in silence and did not make any attempt to ruin it.

By the time the bride and groom departed for their long-awaited honeymoon, your handkerchief was soaked through with your tears.

“I think this has been an emotional week for all of us,” Jeonghan said to you as you both left the church. His voice was steady but you could see the mistiness in his eyes. “A lot of people were involved in making this wedding possible- not least of all, you.”

You smiled up at your brother. “They had suffered long enough.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “And your suffering?”

You turned away from him quickly, sensing the approach of a topic that you did not wish to discuss. “I must find Jiwoo-”

“No. Jiwoo is perfectly fine, he is with his governess,” your brother told you firmly, determined not to allow you to escape. “I am not an idiot, sister. I have given up attempting to find out exactly what occurred between yourself and Mr. Kim but my acquaintances tell me that he is on a journey across the English countryside and has been drinking every inn and tavern in his path dry.”

You flinched at the mention of Mr. Kim. You had been avoiding any news of him; you did not want to even think about the man.

“Unfortunate,” you said coldly. “Perhaps someone should intervene.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “So you have no intention of intervening yourself?”

You stared at your brother in disbelief. “And what exactly do you expect me to do, Jeonghan? Do you consider me responsible for Mr. Kim’s health? Should I be following him around taverns and begging him not to imbibe? Please tell me how I could possibly prevent a fully grown gentleman from making poor choices with his time and money.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “I expect nothing from you. But when you react so strongly to a simple suggestion, it makes it difficult for me to believe that nothing occurred back in London.”

“I do not wish to talk about it-”

“You must at least tell me what he did-”

“No, I must not. I love you, brother; but please, stop this line of inquiry.”

Jeonghan’s jaw clenched. It was not anger- he was simply frustrated, being too used to single-handedly solving the family’s problems. Having been left in the dark was difficult for him, but it was not enough to convince you to talk to him about your experiences in London.

You wanted to put them far, far behind you.

“Jiwoo!” you called out to the young boy. He was walking with his elderly governess, looking rather tired and sleepy. “You look quite exhausted; shall we go home?” you turned to his governess with a smile. “I can take Jiwoo from here. Mr. Choi would have informed you that he will be staying with me at the Yoon estate until the couple are back from their honeymoon.”

The governess nodded and handed Jiwoo over to you. “Of course, my lady.”

Jiwoo blinked up at you. “When will father be back?”

“In a week,” you promised him. “But we shall have lots of fun together until then. Are you excited?”

Jiwoo grinned up at you, looking a little more awake. “Yes.”

“Come along, then- the carriage is waiting for us. Let us go home.”

Jeonghan and your sister-in-law were still conversing with other wedding guests near the church so you went ahead and climbed into the carriage with Jiwoo. The carriage could double back for the others- the church was only a few minutes from the manor. Jiwoo cheerfully told you about his studies and his new pet frog, Bernard during the short carriage ride to the Yoon estate.

You sensed that something was wrong as soon as the carriage door opened. There was a strange horse munching on the immaculate lawns near the manor entrance, and a servant-maid came running up to you, looking somewhat agitated.

“Miss Yoon,” the maid said hurriedly. “Mr. Kim Mingyu arrived earlier this morning. I tried to tell him that everyone was at the wedding, but he insisted on waiting in the drawing room! He said he wanted to speak to you in particular, and I did not know if that was appropriate-”

You took a deep breath. Your chest felt tight. You had known that you would have to face Mr. Kim Mingyu again, but you were not prepared for it to be right after your sister’s wedding while your emotions were still raw. You had expected that you would have more time to prepare for that particular encounter.

Then again- Mr. Kim had never been so easily predictable.

“I will handle it,” you told the maid calmly. “Please take Jiwoo upstairs. He is quite tired from the wedding, I am sure he could use a nap.”

The maid took the young boy away and you allowed yourself a brief moment to regain your composure before walking into the drawing room.

Mr. Kim was seated in an armchair, but he leapt to his feet as soon as you entered the room. He looked almost worse than he had the last time you saw him in London. He did not reek of whisky anymore but his bloodshot eyes, pale face and dry lips told you that his last drink had not been very long ago. Mr. Kim's handsome face was marred by fear, and his dark eyes looked anxious.

“Miss Yoon-”

“Mr. Kim,” you greeted him coldly. “I must assume that you were not aware of my sister’s wedding or you would surely have not come while the family was busy celebrating an event that you were not invited to.”

Mr. Kim stared at you for a long moment in absolute silence. His hands were shaking and he bowed his head.

“I-I was not aware of your sister’s wedding, allow me to offer my congratulations,” he said finally.

“The couple has already left for their honeymoon. You are too late to congratulate them.”

“Ah.”

“Was there a reason behind this unexpected visit?” you demanded.

“I-I had to speak to you.”

“Then speak.”

There was a long silence that ensued. Your heart was beating at an unnatural rate. You could see the agony in every inch of Mr. Kim’s posture and as he bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair. A part of you- the part of you that had fallen in love with him- ached to see him like this. But there was another part of you that remembered your own wounds and pain, and swiftly suppressed any sympathy that you could feel for him.

The large grandfather clock in the corner of the room was ticking loudly.

“Do you have anything to say?” you asked after an entire minute had gone by. “Or is it your intention to make me wait in silence all afternoon?”

Mr. Kim cleared his throat. He was avoiding your gaze. “I am sorry. I-I had planned what to say to you, but somehow the words felt…”

“Empty? Rehearsed?” you demanded. “Or perhaps you thought that your mere presence would be enough to move me, and that words were not necessary? Was it not you who taught me some vacuous nonsense about the art of silence?”

He looked pained. “No, of course not-”

“If you are struggling to find something to say, Mr. Kim, then allow me to spare you the effort. There is nothing that you could say that would ever make me forgive you."

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, wide and horrified. "Please don't say that-"

"I am not in the habit of lying."

"I am not here to lie to you," he insisted hotly.

You clenched your fists and glared at him, almost challenging him to try and manipulate you again.

"Then go on, Mr. Kim. Prove that you are not merely the rake that the world sees you as. Say one thing to me that is not some attempt to contrive or manipulate me. A single sentence that is not rehearsed, and that truly comes from your heart."

Mr. Kim took a deep breath and stepped closer to you. "I-I have been thinking about what I said to you, and-"

"No, try again," you said coldly.

"I never meant to hurt you-"

"That is clearly a lie. Try again."

His face was beginning to turn red. "I was overwhelmed by my emotions and-"

"Excuses, excuses."

"I love you!" he burst out finally. His face was red and he was breathing heavily. "I love you, Miss Yoon, I love you so much that I cannot contain these emotions inside of my heart and this love overwhelms my thoughts, feelings, self-respect and every rational part of my mind. I love you more than I have ever loved anything in this world."

The confession was loaded. It hit you like a train- even you could not maintain your strong facade in the face of those heated words and Mr. Kim's dark, passionate gaze.

"The right words," you said quietly, your voice cracking. "If only you had said them two weeks ago."

Mr. Kim's shoulders fell.

"I know that I have no right to stand before you like this," he said passionately. Mr. Kim stepped closer to you and reached for your hands, grasping them tightly. "I have been a monster. I have hurt you and manipulated you, and wronged you. I am sorry."

You pulled your hands away from him sharply.

"A simple apology cannot fix this mess, Mr. Kim."

"I know-"

"This is not some unintended mistake. You did not step on my foot or mispronounce my name. No- you manipulated me and played with my emotions over a period of months. Was any of it real? Or was it all a game to you?" you asked, your voice cracking.

He looked torn. "It started as a game- I was so used to the thrill of the seduction. I saw a chance to woo the reputed Miss Yoon. The belle of the ball, the jewel of the ton, the most sought-after young debutante of the season, it was just such a tempting challenge…"

You felt sick. "Of course. It was a game to you. As I was warned so many times by everyone around me- I was young and naive, the ripe target for a rake."

He stepped away from you and took a deep breath.

"There was a thrill," he admitted shamefully. "In getting to know you and discovering the little things about you, your vulnerabilities and strengths, how I could use them to make you fall in love with me. I showed you a side of me that I hoped you would fall for."

You said nothing.

"But I never meant to hurt you," he insisted hotly. "You are blinded by your insecurities so you don't see certain things… I don't think you're aware of how beautiful and desirable you are. The whole ton was in love with you. You were the season's jewel, renowned for your beauty and approved by the Queen herself. It was a competition for your heart. You had so many suitors, and you could have had any bachelor you chose in a heartbeat. I never really expected you to fall in love with me. I thought you would marry someone else by the end of the season as you'd planned and it was a game, a harmless little game…"

"Harmless?" you demanded angrily. "Harmless for who, Mr. Kim?"

"I was wrong," he insisted. His face was red and he had turned away from you to pace the room. "I did not see that you were falling in love, I did not realise how dangerous my own feelings for you were becoming. Until the day we kissed in the gallery and I was forced to accept that this game had gone too far and gotten completely, utterly out of hand…"

You said nothing. Your throat felt heavy and you swallowed.

Mr. Kim came over to you suddenly. He kneeled in front of you and his dark eyes met yours. You could see the pain, the love, the emotion that bubbled underneath the surface of his gaze.

"I made a mistake," he whispered. "Many mistakes. But I love you. I need you in my life. Nobody else- nothing else in this world can make me as happy as you make me. That is my truth."

You looked down at him. "And me?" you whispered. "How am I to be happy, Mingyu?"

"I will do anything in my power to make you happy," he promised vehemently.

You shook your head. It was not enough. It would never be enough. Declarations of love and words of affection were quick to sway but you had been manipulated by this man before. You loved him- loved him with your entire heart but it was not enough.

"I watched my sister getting married today," you told him shakily. "Do you know how long she and Mr. Choi have been waiting to marry?"

Mr. Kim blinked. "A few years?"

"Almost five years. My sister gave up her prime years in society for him, destroyed all her other prospects and waited for so long. I never understood how she could take that risk and wait so patiently for him without a shred of regret. I think I finally understood it today. That feeling they share… it's something more than just love, Mingyu."

He waited silently for you to continue.

"It's trust," you finished. "And it doesn't matter how much I love you, because my trust in you is broken."

He recoiled as though you had slapped him.

"Of course," he said quietly. "I understand."

"Then we are done here."

"No," he said firmly. "No, we are not done. I have not come here to give up so easily. If I have broken your trust then I will repair it. Even if it takes a year, or five or ten…"

You shook your head. "You can't be serious."

"I will prove to you that what we share is nothing less than what your sister shares with Mr. Choi," he promised. "I will wait until your trust in me is restored, I will show you the parts of me I was too ashamed to show you before. I will fix this."

You swallowed. "A bold promise."

"I know you don't believe me," he said quietly. "You do not need to. I will prove it to you."

"You can't-"

"I will," Mr. Kim said firmly. "I will tell you and show you how much I love you every single day until you choose to believe it."

"And if that day never comes?"

"Then let them engrave it on my tombstone."

You shook your head in disbelief. "Mingyu, really…"

"I love you."

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Joenghan was confused and wary when he discovered Mr. Kim had arrived uninvited during the wedding. But since nobody would tell him exactly what was happening, he hesitantly extended an invitation to Mr. Kim to stay at the Yoon estate as long as he was in town. Mr. Kim accepted gratefully.

You awoke the next morning to the sound of loud laughter; Mr. Kim was teaching Jiwoo how to ride a pony in the gardens. You quickly dressed and went downstairs to tell them to be quiet, and that it was far too early to be waking up the entire town.

"Look; I am riding!" Jiwoo cried excitedly as he managed to control the pony without help. You could not resist a smile.

"I see you and Jiwoo are having fun," you said to Mr. Kim drily.

Mr. Kim smiled. "You speak of Jiwoo often; I thought befriending him might be useful. He promised to do anything for me if I taught him to ride one of the ponies, so I am simply keeping my promise."

You stared at him in disbelief. "And this does not seem manipulative to you?"

"It's hardly manipulative when I am being completely honest about what I am doing," Mr. Kim protested with a charming smile. "I do have to use some methods to win your heart, my dear Miss Yoon. I cannot simply sit here and expect my handsome face to do all the work."

"So this is your new tactic?" you demanded. "You will tell me what you are doing as you attempt to manipulate me?"

"One might call that honesty."

"One might call it brazen shamelessness."

"Call it what you will," he replied lightly. "I believe the arrangement benefits everyone involved. Jiwoo! Come back here!"

Jiwoo rode the pony back and dismounted before running over to you. Mr. Kim quickly took the pony's reins and calmed it down.

"Did you see me riding Chocolate?" Jiwoo asked excitedly.

You smiled at the boy. "I did. You did an excellent job! You must be very hungry after all that riding. Go inside and have breakfast- I will join you in a moment."

Jiwoo nodded before reaching into his pocket.

"Mr. Kim asked me to give you this," the boy added before running away.

You unfolded the sheet of paper that Jiwoo handed you. You were not sure what you had been expecting- but certainly not the words 'I love you' scrawled in Mr. Kim's familiar penmanship. You went over to him and raised an eyebrow.

"What is this?" you asked him.

Mr. Kim blinked. "A love letter."

"Rather low effort, don't you think?" you asked.

He chuckled. "Well, I had no choice. You are already familiar with all my flowery prose and poetry- you have my notes on the subject. I was worried you would see anything taken from there as ingenuine; therefore, I have chosen the path of simplicity and honesty."

You could not bite back your smile. "I see."

Mr. Kim turned his attention away from you and gave the pony an apple that he was carrying in his pocket. "I thought it would be best to befriend Chocolate the pony as well, seeing as he is one of your happiest memories. Luckily he is not much harder to sway than Jiwoo- he just needs a few apples."

"Don't overfeed him," you warned.

"I will be careful. Let me put him back in the stables and then I will join you for breakfast. Speaking of which…"

You looked at him. "What?"

"That stableboy of yours doesn't still work here, does he?"

Your eyes widened in horror. "Mr. Kim!" you scolded him, appalled.

He grinned. "All right, all right. I had to ask."

"Unbelievable."

Perhaps it was because you knew how weak Mr. Kim made you, you tried harder than necessary to resist his ensuing attempts to win your trust back. You were not going to make it easy for him to hurt you again.

Your heart was already his- there was never a moment where it belonged to anybody but Mingyu. But your head was cautious, suspicious, ever-doubting his words and actions and intentions.

Mr. Kim spent most of the winter either at the Yoon estate or nearby. He was always near you- his attention devoted to you, hanging onto your every word and making small gestures to win your heart. It soon became clear to your entire family that Mr. Kim Mingyu was desperately trying to woo you. Even once he returned to his own estate, he wrote long letters to you multiple times a week.

Then came the season.

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Your second London season was far less exciting, but far more enjoyable than your first had been. The absence of your mother (she had chosen to stay in the countryside) and your newfound confidence made things easier and less stressful.

There was also a new set of nervous, pretty young debutantes for the ton to fawn over. You were not surprised to find yourself no longer one of the most desired young ladies of the ton. But Mr. Kim was not deterred. He continued to court you openly and while he was around, it was difficult not to feel like the most beautiful woman in the room.

Mr. Kim was determined to make you fall in love with him all over again, and he succeeded. He accompanied you to every ball, promenaded with you when the weather was nice, and made it known to the ton that Mr. Kim was no longer a rake- he was now a much reformed man in love.

He also showed you things that he claimed he would never have shown anyone else. One interesting evening was spent with both of you going over his finances, where you discovered just how much money Mr. Kim had invested in his art gallery, and how much he had lost over cards to your brother.

"You do have a gambling problem," you scolded him. "No more cards for you, Mr. Kim."

He proceeded to sit miserably and empty-handed at the edge of the card tables in the assembly room for the next week, until you finally told him that you did not mind him playing a little. He was promptly made fun of by some of the other gentlemen but it did not seem to bother him- he only beamed at you across the room as they laughed about how you were not even married and controlled his finances already.

As the weeks and months passed, you fell in love with Mr. Kim a second time. It was the same, and yet also different.

He was still an excellent dancer, a charmer and could still make your heart skip a beat with his playful smile and dark twinkling eyes. But this Mr. Kim was more clumsy, more honest and less sure of himself than the suave rake you had fallen for the previous season.

You were now privy to the less perfect sides of Mr. Kim. His frustration that the art gallery was not doing as well as he had hoped, his gambling habit, the hesitation that sometimes appeared in his eyes when he was unsure of himself. He confided in you about the struggles he had faced when his parents passed away while he was still young. You fell more in love with him when he shared these parts of him with you.

The Mr. Kim you had initially loved was only an image, a small slice of the Kim Mingyu you had now grown to love and understand and even trust.

"So," he said to you one evening as you both shared a Cuban cigar on the balcony of the Duchess of Graham's manor. There was a large celebration happening inside that you had both snuck away from. "We find ourselves back on this fateful balcony where we first met."

You smirked up at him and snatched the cigar from his fingers before taking a drag. "You mean where you found me crying on the floor."

Mr. Kim shrugged. "I didn't want to bring it up…"

"I think I've changed a lot since then."

"You have," he said quietly. He gave you a small smile. "I know I only made things more difficult and it's not my place to say, but… I am proud of you."

You bit your lip. "I am proud of myself too."

"Good," he said with a nod.

"But I should probably stop smoking."

"Probably."

"Shall we quit together?" you asked him. "We've only been doing this as a way to spend time with each other, and I think we are rather past needing to find excuses to be alone together."

Mr. Kim looked amused as you put out the cigar on the railing.

"If you think we should quit, then I am not going to argue," he said lightly.

You nodded and hummed. "And perhaps we should stop meeting on other people's balconies like this."

"Now you are making me worry."

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a small book- it had been entrusted to you by Miss Ella Williams, who had gifted it to you for your use since you were one of her few unmarried friends. You showed Mr. Kim the pages with his name and the lengthy list of ladies he had courted.

He winced. "I feel a sudden urge to defend myself by pointing out that yours is the last name on that list- but I am sure you would not be standing here if it wasn't."

You giggled. "True," you said.

Then with a swift move, you ripped Kim Mingyu's page out of the book and pressed the end of your cigar against the page to light it on fire. The paper smouldered and slowly burned into a small pile of ash.

Mr. Kim was watching you closely with his dark eyes.

"I am scared to ask why you just burned my page," he said warily. "Should I be worried?"

"This book will probably get passed onto one of the newer debutantes," you replied simply. "Not only is the information outdated, I wouldn't want any of them to think you were an available bachelor."

The corner of his lips curved upwards. "I see. I take it that I am no longer an available bachelor then."

"Are you?" you challenged him.

"Absolutely not."

You kissed him. Mr. Kim stumbled backwards in surprise but his back hit the balcony railing and he embraced you firmly before returning the kiss. His lips were clumsy yet eager as they covered yours and one of his hands slid into your hair.

"Marry me," he whispered hotly against your lips as you pressed your body against his. He seized your waist and held you tightly as he whispered again, pushing you for a response. "Marry me, please."

You pressed your forehead against his and nodded, breath mingling as your own fingers slid into his hair and caressed his neck.

"Yes-yes, of course-"

"Come closer, my love-"

The door to the balcony opened suddenly. You pulled back- but Mr. Kim's arm stayed around your waist and you could only turn awkwardly in his grasp to see who had discovered you.

It was the Duke of Graham, eyes wide and his ears turning red as he realised what he had walked into.

"W-we're engaged," you blurted out quickly, in explanation and a desperate attempt to convince the Duke of Graham, a man you had never even met, that you were not creating a scandal in his home. You could hear a small chuckle from Mr. Kim over your shoulder.

"All right…" the Duke said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Erm, Congratulations?"

Oh god.

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lucy90712 · 8 months

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Pedri- Just another day at work

A/n: this is based on when Pedri met Joan Mir the motogp rider, if you don't know who/what that is you can ask me anything as I love the sport

wc: 2700+

Being entirely responsible for the social media of a motogp team is a lot as it is let alone when they add an extra event to the schedule but that's exactly what they have gone and done. In the midst of pre season testing the team have had to fly to Barcelona for some special event with Joan and a guest who I haven't been told about. Since finding out about this extra media day I haven't been too happy as it just involves a whole load more work for me and sometimes the people they bring can be extremely rude which I have learnt from experience. Safe to say these things aren't my favourite but I have to go and I will put on a smile the whole time.

Arriving at the circuit felt really weird as it was so quiet it was almost creepy as usually the paddock is full of people running around at all times but today it was pretty much deserted. When I made it to the garage we were using there was only a few people there but they were all waiting as the person we were filming with was yet to arrive. Despite me asking many times still no one would tell me who it was and none of the other crew knew either so we all sat and speculated who it could be based on the fact that we were in Barcelona. Many names were thrown around but most of them were footballers as of course the Barcelona football club is a big deal. Half of the people the crew suggested I'd never heard of and the ones I had I didn't think it would be as they are too famous to be here for the day.

After a while of speculating there was a bit of commotion out the back of the garage so all of us stood up and finally a few people walked in. To start with I had no idea who the guy was as I hadn't seen him before but one of the crew quickly told me he was an up and coming Barcelona player named Pedri. That didn't really bother me but what did was the fact that I thought he was so attractive I'm not sure exactly what it was about him but instantly my brain was flooded with thoughts about how attractive he was. Those thoughts had to be pushed to the back of my mind pretty quickly though as he came round to introduce himself to everyone which was very nice of him as usual the people who come don't do that. When he got to me I expected him to just shake my hand like he did with everyone else put he pulled me into a hug which made me blush but I think I managed to hide it pretty well.

Once everyone had introduced themselves we went through the schedule for the day and then got to work. The first thing we were going to do was film videos so I went to set up all the cameras and everything on the track which didn't take me too long as I got the cameras ready while waiting earlier. Barcelona wanted to do a 7 second challenge so we filmed that and I just got to sit and watch as the guys both had cards with the challenges on them so I didn't have to be doing anything other than making sure the cameras were working. The hardest part was trying not to laugh as the both of them were absolutely useless at the game but I managed to keep it together but my cheeks started to hurt from smiling so much by the end.

When we were done with filming we had a load of other things to do so I grabbed my other two cameras so that I could take pictures and film little bits to put together at a later date. First Joan got his leathers on and did a few laps around the track so I filmed him and Pedri but mostly Pedri because well I can and because his reactions seemed like a better thing to film. We did some more content with the normal bike before getting the motogp bike out of the garage. Pedri put on some of Joan's leathers and they played football together which I took pictures of although I was a little scared for getting hit by the ball. It was fun watching them mess around and I got a lot of good pictures of the both of them and Pedri which I'm excited to edit later.

Just when I thought we were done I was told I needed to go to the ranch where Joan trains on the dirt track to take more pictures. That was a problem because I don't live in Barcelona so have a hotel room near the track and walked here this morning so I have no way of getting to the ranch. Seeing as its just a dirt track none of the engineers needed to go so it was just me that needed to figure out a way there. While walking out of the paddock I was trying to phone a taxi but none of them wanted to come to the circuit so I was stuck having to walk so then I started looking at maps to find out where I needed to go. It was going to take me a while but it was my only option if I wanted to get there at all. Just as I was leaving I was stopped by a tap on my shoulder which made me turn around to see Pedri.

"Hey I overheard you on the phone earlier do you want to ride with me to the ranch?" He asked

"Oh um if thats alright then yeah that would be great" I replied getting nervous all of the sudden

"It's no problem" he said

I thanked him and we went over to his car which was a little green mini which wasn't what I was expecting as I thought he'd own some big expensive sports car but no he just had a regular car. He opened the passenger door for me which again took me by surprise but I thanked him anyway and got in the car. While he was driving we got to talking and I learnt a bit about his journey to play at Barcelona but also about him as a person and he asked about my life so I told him a bit about myself. Even once we arrived we just kept talking and laughing with each other which was so nice especially as I was nervous about him being rude but he's the complete opposite in real life.

We kept talking to each other until everyone arrived and was ready which is when I had to go back to work so I got my cameras and started taking pictures of Pedri watching Joan out on the dirt track. At some point I felt that I got enough pictures so I put my cameras away and just stood with Pedri to watch what was going on. He was asking me all sorts of questions about motogp and what Joan was doing even though I really don't know too much as I just do media during the season so don't know anything about the training process. It was fun to talk about my job though as I truly do love it and the sport so it was great getting to share that with someone.

The two of us watched for ages until it started to get cold as the wind began to get up which is when I regretted not bringing a jacket out with me but it was too late now. Once I got cold I couldn't think of much else which Pedri must have noticed as he took off his jacket and put it around my shoulders. I tried to refuse it and give his jacket back but he insisted as he didn't want to me to get cold. As he put the jacket back on my shoulders his hand grazed my skin which instantly sent shivers down my spine and made goosebumps appear all over my skin. The feelings I have for him and the amount that just a simple touch from him affects me is really bad because we were only supposed to work together for one day but now I want to see more of him. The worst part about it is that there is absolutely no way he would ever think the same way about me I mean he could have any girl he wanted being that attractive and a successful footballer so there's no way he would want me.

Pedri and I stayed for a bit longer before he offered to drive me back to my hotel which I accepted as it saved walking and it was a way to spend more time with him. Walking back there was a lot more people around the ranch as we weren't using it to film anymore so there was other people there to train. I'm used to the busy paddock during a race weekend but this was different every few seconds you had to watch out for a bike or a person which meant having to weave through the crowds. I kept losing Pedri when groups walked across my path so when I found him again he grabbed hold of my hand and led me through the crowd until we got to the car park. Even once out of the crowd he kept hold of my hand as we just walked next to each other he only let go once we got to his car as he used it to opened the door for me again.

The drive was pretty quiet as we just listened to music we listened to some of his favourite songs and some of mine to compare music tastes. His taste was different from mine but all of the songs he played I would definitely listen to again and who knows he may he's converted my tastes. When we made it back to my hotel I gave him his jacket back and then just stood in front of him staring. I didn't want him to leave but I couldn't think of anything to say that could get him to stay that didn't sound weird or like I was being desperate which I definitely don't want. He didn't say anything either and I could tell he was thinking but I couldn't tell what it was about. I didn't have much longer to contemplate it though as he broke the silence.

"Would you mind if I look at the pictures you took today?" He asked

"Of course not if you're ok with it you can come to my room and check them out" I said trying to act like I wasn't freaking out inside

He followed me up to my room and just stood next to the bed while I sat down and got my laptop out to transfer the pictures across. To try and make things less awkward I patted the bed next to me and he finally sat down and started to lean across to see the pictures on my screen. Like any photoshoot some of the pictures didn't come out great but he complimented every single one of them anyway. He was so interested that I decided to show him a few of the things I will do to edit the pictures but not everything as that would take too long but he was still so mesmerised at what I was doing. After doing a few I gave him the laptop and showed him how to do it and sure it didn't turn out perfect but I will definitely be keeping that picture for a long time. Once I had showed him how to edit and showed him a few that I'd done previously but that hadn't been posted yet I put my laptop down and just sat next to Pedri.

"Do you have any plans for this evening?" Pedri asked

"No other than maybe some editing" I replied

"Then would you like to go get some food with me of course you don't have to if you don't feel comfortable I get that" he started to ramble

"I'd love to just let me get changed first" I interrupted him

I got up and grabbed some other clothes from my little suitcase although I don't really have anything nice to wear as I mostly packed comfy clothes because when I didn't have work clothes on I thought I'd be traveling. Internally I was cursing my past self for not thinking that I might want to go out somewhere but then I realised that never in a million years would I have thought that I'd be in this exact situation. Somehow I managed to find something that wasn't too bad and luckily I had brought some makeup so I put some on quickly which definitely helped me not look as awful. When I was ready I left the bathroom and Pedri was waiting for me by the door so I grabbed my bag and we headed out together.

He drove us to a restaurant I'd never heard of before but that's no surprise as I don't spend much time in Barcelona but when we got inside I found another reason I had never heard of it and thats because it was incredibly fancy. Right away I felt out of place in there especially when people looked at me as we walked to our table but I tried to ignore it as I wanted to enjoy my time with Pedri. Once we sat down and got to talking I forgot all about how uncomfortable I was as Pedri had all of my attention to the point that I barely even noticed the waiter coming to give us our food. We ate and talked for a bit longer before he got the bill and I tried to pay at least half but he insisted that he pay as he invited me out so I didn't fight it too much as I knew he wouldn't give in.

Getting back to the hotel again I knew we would have to say goodbye to each other this time as it was getting dark and he had his life to get back to and I have a flight early in the morning. I really didn't want him to leave as I've loved spending time with him and as much as I don't want it to be this way I know we won't get to spend time together like this again. The both of us were just looking at each other stood in the doorway of my hotel room which probably looked strange to anyone walking by but to me it was a nice moment.

"I've loved today thank you for helping me out earlier and paying for dinner" I said breaking the silence

"Its all good I've just loved spending time with such a beautiful girl" he said complimenting me for the first time

"I'm flattered that you think I'm pretty in probably the worst clothes I own" I joked

"I'm being serious you looked gorgeous all day today from the second I saw you I knew I wanted to get to know you thats why I'm still here" he admitted

"I know you don't live here and we won't see each other often but I can't not see you again so can I have you number and maybe arrange a proper date?" He asked

"Of course I'd love that" I replied with the biggest smile on my face

We swapped phones and put our numbers in before finding a few days that the both of us aren't as busy and agreed to see each other again but until then he promised to FaceTime me at least a few times a week which I'm more than happy with. After arranging everything he pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaving to go home which left me stood in my hotel room wondering how all of this just happened and how my life could get any better.

#pedri imagine #pedri imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri oneshot #pedri oneshots #pedri #pedri x reader #football imagine

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elisysd · 11 months

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Labyrinth – Taylor Swift

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Break up, break free, break through, break down You would break your back to make me break a smile

Lyanna woke up alone in Charles' big bed the next morning. She searched for him but found only a cold, empty space, meaning that Charles had long since risen. A glance at the alarm clock told her that it was already close to noon. She stretched out and enjoyed the sunlight filtering through the curtain onto her skin. Charles's bed was very comfortable indeed, and she could understand how much he missed it when he was away.

She put on her bathrobe before leaving the room and trying to see where he might be, but found no trace of him in either the kitchen or the living room, just a hurriedly written note telling her that he had several meetings to keep today and would be back late afternoon for dinner at his mother's house. He instructed Lyanna to make herself at home, a spare set of her keys was in the entrance basket and the wifi password was on the piano.

And as requested by Charles, Lyanna made herself at home. And she was amazed at how easy it was. She felt comfortable in this apartment. As she'd expected, the fridge was empty. She decided to go out and run an errand. The weather was fine in Monaco, not as hot as in midsummer, but what surprised her most was how few people there were on the streets. The tourist season was over and, as Charles had told her, Monaco had emptied out, leaving only the locals in the streets. But this didn't bother her, on the contrary. She felt more at ease, more free. She was discovering a new Monaco, and her only regret was that Charles wasn't with her to experience it all.

Once she'd done her grocery shopping and bought a bouquet of flowers for Charles's mother, she made herself a salad and sat down on the sunny terrace to work. A number of more or less urgent emails had arrived from her agent. A few scripts to study, some bad news about auditions she'd had and an extract from a script her agent wanted her to try out. It was a discussion between a father and his daughter in which he announced that she was adopted. That was all the information she had, the rest she would have to imagine. Then an idea popped into her head. She couldn't film this alone, she needed a reader and she wondered if Charles would agree to help her. He had vaguely shown her his job, and she felt somewhat compelled to do the same.

One email caught her attention more than the others. It was from the organiser of the event she and Charles had attended a few days earlier. She skimmed through the few lines before closing her laptop in a huff. In view of the incident, UNICEF wanted to end their collaboration, thinking that Lyanna's image was perhaps not what they wanted to link to the association. As if she was the problem. Once again, she felt like she was trapped in her own past. It was as if, no matter what she did, James's shadow was still hanging over her.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly and it was almost time for her to prepare for the dinner at the Leclercs’. Charles wasn’t back yet. She sent him a text to know when he would be back to which he replied that the meeting was running later than he was expecting but should be there soon.

Charles lied. His meeting didn’t run late, in fact it stopped earlier than expected. He could have gone straight home to Lyanna. But he needed some time on his own. To breathe. To think things through. His footsteps led him towards the cemetery. The leaves on the trees had already started to change colour and the air was a little fresher and more breathable. He wandered through the alleys until he came to a grave he knew all too well.

“Hi dad.” he whispered, sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Long time no see. I was busy, I’m sorry. I could have come sooner but… it’s still weird for me to be here on my own. It’s been six years but I still miss you every day. There is not a day that passes that I don’t think of you.”

He played with a pebble while looking at the ground, lost in thoughts.

“I met someone; you know. I didn’t plan to. I wanted to focus on the season but I guess life had other plans. She is amazing, you would love her. I whish you would still be here so you could meet her. I’m going to introduce her to mom tonight. You know that I don’t take this things slightly. I’m only introduce people when I’m serious about them. She… means a lot to me. I don’t know her since a long time but I think that I’m already falling in love with her. Falling, it’s a weird concept when you think about it. When you fall it’s supposed to hurt, right? Yet when I think about her, I feel a lot of things but none of them are hurtful. Oh god, I’m sure that wherever you are you are making fun of me. And you would be right, I feel like an idiot.”

A gust of wind blew through his jacket, making him shiver. Charles ran a hand through his hair and swallowed.

“She is an actress. A very good one if I may add. She lives in London. She is one of the strongest people I’ve ever met, she went through some tough shit but she still managed to have this light around her. She makes me want to be a better man. But I’m scared dad. Because of so many things but mostly because I feared that at some point we will grow apart. Because of the distance, because we both have demanding jobs. I don’t know how we will manage all of that. I know what you would tell me. That if we really care about each other and our relationship we will find a way to work out. But I don’t know exactly what she feels. About me and about us. She says that she is in for the long run but I know that she is scared too. How does the fear stop? When? Does it ever stop? I don’t know what to do.”

He rested his head in his hands and sighed.

“I wish you would be here. You would know exactly what to tell me. You always knew what to say. I miss you so much dad. Now more than ever. I need you. I feel like I’m at a crossroad in my life and I’m scared to do something wrong, to fail. I don’t want to fail you.”

When he walked through the door of his flat, he was surprised to hear a soft melody coming from the piano. Slowly he approached and found Lyanna sitting there, humming. As if the young woman had sensed his presence, she suddenly stopped and turned towards him. She was dressed simply in jeans and a white blouse, her hair in a ponytail and simple make-up on her face.

“Don’t stop on my account” he said while taking her in his arms and kissed her forehead.

“I was waiting for you. Everything’s okay?”

“Everything is perfect. How was your day?”

“Boring, I mostly went trough my emails. Actually, I had something to ask you. I got an extract from a script to try out. I would need a reader to help me go through the lines since it’s a dialogue between a father and a daughter. Care to help me?”

“A dad and his daughter?” repeated skeptically Charles.

“Yes, that’s what I said. Why? Is there a problem?”

“Does that mean that you are going to call me daddy?” asked Charles half-laughing.

“I mean, yes? Why are you laughing?”

Charles was now laughing out loud as Lyanna looked at him warily, not understanding what was going on. When she finally understood, she became as red as a tomato, which made Charles laugh even harder. He didn't know he needed to laugh so much until it happened.

“Oh my God! Charles! How old are you, seriously?” she scolded him.

“I’m sorry it’s just… I don’t know if I’ll be able to seriously help you while you call me daddy. It’s just way too disturbing.”

“It’s you who is making things weird! You know what? I’m going to ask Pierre, it will serve you right!”

“Pierre is just going to make things even weirder for you. I’m your better shot at this. I can try, I promise I’ll behave.”

“You’re unbelievable. I really wanted to include you in my work life. I thought it would be a nice activity for us.”

“And I love the idea. I’m sorry. I’m stupid.”

“Yes, you are! We are supposed to go to your mom, Charles! You can’t make me feel weird before something that is so important!”

“See the positive side of things, me being stupid helps you relax.”

“Not so sure about that. But anyway, I bought flowers for your mom. Mine always tells me to not go to other people houses empty-handed so… I hope she is not allergic. I bought peonies. You can’t go wrong with them, right?”

It wasn't a long drive to Charles' mother's house. When they arrived, the first thing Pascale did was to take her son in her arms and give him a big hug. Then she faced Lyanna who stayed on the side, witnessing the sweet interaction between the son and his mother.

“And you must be Lyanna. I’m so pleased to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you. Mainly from this boy here but Arthur and Carla had only nice things to say about you too.”

“I’m glad to finally meet you. Charles talks a lot about you as well.”

“I know you are lying but I’ll pretend that it is true.”

Lyanna quickly realized that the apartment was full of family photos and Charles and Arthur's trophies. She couldn't help but scrutinize everything, which Pascale noticed.

“I have others in the garage that I couldn’t fit here.” She explained.

Dinner was filled with laughter and good mood. Pascale asked Lyanna lots of questions about her job and her family, while Lorenzo and Arthur never missed an opportunity to tease Charles. Lyanna felt like part of the family, which moved her more than she could have imagined. For dessert, they decided to move out onto the balcony. The atmosphere was more relaxed, with Charles putting an arm around Lyanna's shoulders as he chatted with Arthur. Lyanna was deep in conversation with Carla and Lorenzo's partner Charlotte. As Pascale excused herself to go and make some coffee, Lyanna got up and followed her, offering to help, which Charles's mother gladly accepted. Lyanna took the opportunity to clear the plates. As she placed them in the sink and began to rinse them, Pascale interrupted her.

“You don’t have to. You are a guest.”

“I don’t mind it. I want to help and I doubt the boys will make a move to help.”

“I doubt that too.’ Added Pascale. “I’m glad Charles met you. He seems more relaxed, peaceful in your presence. It’s good. He has been so stressed out this past few months.”

“I don’t know if it’s because of me to be honest.”

“Don’t doubt about it but I can’t help but ask you this question Lyanna: what are your intentions with my little boy? I can see that he is deeply attached to you and I know that you already had rough patches and I saw how bad it affected him. I just want to make sure that you are going to take good care of him. He has been hurt enough in his life already, I’m sure he told you.”

Even though she'd expected it, the question caught Lyanna off guard.

“I… I don’t know, if I’m being honest. I don’t know exactly what I feel. I just know that I really, really care about him. A lot. But please, rest assured that the last thing I want is to hurt him. I probably will, at some point. Because I’m bad to express my feelings. But if I do, know that it is not intentional. It will never be. He is a good man, you raised him well. His heart is in the right place. It scares me sometimes. My last and only relationship did not end well. To put it simply. Charles shows me what it is like to be taken care of. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve that. That it is just too good to be true, that one day he’ll wake up and realise that I’m not worthy of all of that. I think that it is what scares me the most.”

“Don’t say more, Lyanna. I have all the answers I wanted.”

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gyuluttony · 5 months

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would love something mingi x yunho 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 maybe something christmas coded like the two of them having matching sweaters every year, but mingi realizes he can’t fit into his by the time christmas comes around because yunho has been spoiling him so well 🤭🤭🤭

oooh i've been waiting for ateez reqs highkey... i love most pairings in this group soooo bad. these two tall boys are like the cutest people ever so i'm always ready to give stuff for them. gave my bias a cameo because he's an ult (i'm so insane for him) i'm also speedrunning this story because it's christmas eve and i desire to be timely.

What Love Does

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, breaking of clothes and stuffing. Don't like, don't read.

This year, the holidays crept up on Mingi. He was always usually ready to celebrate, but this time, it came as something a little more out of left field. It might have had something to do with the fact that the holiday season was going to be the first time he spent it with Yunho as his lover and not his best friend.

The pair had spent over half a decade of harbouring innocent feelings for the other before Mingi had confessed his feelings earlier this year. Pretty much all their friends were celebrating the fact that they managed to get this far after witnessing their pining for as long as they did so the transition to couple went pretty smoothly in that department as well.

He knew that Yunho was perfect considering the reason why he harboured these feelings for as long as he did but it was another thing to experience them firsthand. Romantic picnics on the weekends, candlelit dinners when he had a long day at work - there was no area that his boyfriend lacked for romanticism, leaving Mingi a flustered mess whenever he would be subject to it.

Returning these grand gestures back for him was always something that he did. Making songs for Yunho, massaging him when he was tense or just feeling sore from working out or dancing, notes for everyday. They were just the picture perfect fairy tale couple that people were always rooting for.

That brought them to Christmas season. Usually, the two were known as the pair who were not pushovers when it came to the season. Even before they got together, it was a no-brainer that Christmas celebrations would be done at their apartment since they always decorated it festively and were trying new recipes constantly. The amount of practice baking that Yunho did during November astounded Mingi, their place becoming a shared housing for just about thousands of gingerbread families that Mingi would happily munch on in between actual meals. The light displays that they had were always state of the art thanks to Mingi's ability to find the best deals possible to make sure the celebrations were as cool as he wanted them to be in his head.

Everyone was surprised it wasn't Christmas season when they got together but love has people work in mysterious ways. They even had a tradition of wearing matching Christmas sweaters and they had giggled about being able to wear the couple ones openly this year. Mingi had placed the order and on the first day of December, they had arrived and the pair was ready to wear them.

Yunho had exited the room with his 'Christmas Cookie baker' sweater as Mingi looked at the 'Christmas Cookie tester' one with a smile on his face. They always had fun looking for the corniest ones and he had placed this one after a long night of clearing the kitchen of any remnants of Yunho's baking extravaganza one day.

Slipping on the sweater, he looks a little puzzled as it bunches up near his chest, which... now that he's looking at it, is a lot rounder than it used to be. He was used to having pecs but with how much they were protruding and how soft they were, it was a lot more similar to moobs. It was probably just a little bit of relationship weight... he couldn't have put on that much.

The thought came in went as he tried to get the sweater to cover his massive belly that he hadn't even noticed most of the time, which said a lot considering as his hand brushed over it, it felt soft and jiggly, meaning that Santa probably had a lot of competition if they were ever in the same room. As he walked over to a mirror, he felt himself jiggling as he blushed. Where had all this weight come from?

It's not like he stopped going to the gym. Granted, his cardio time got cut in half and he wasn't exactly sure as to what caused it. In the washroom, he lifted his gut up before letting it down, a shiver running down his spine as he felt it rest against the cool bathroom counter and watched as it started to threaten to spill into the sink. What on earth made him think that he could wear the same size as last year... and how did he not notice this sooner?

Grabbing his phone from the bed, he grunts as he bends a little to grab it, feeling his gut hang while he does it before he shoots a message to his friend.

"yo, you and woo wore matching sweaters last year for christmas right? can we borrow them lol"

He wasn't really expecting a response right away considering it was the middle of the day during the week but San got back rather quickly.

"😏 did someone realize how much relationship weight he put on?"

Mingi felt his face flush. Had other people noticed it too? That probably meant Yunho noticed it but why wouldn't he? As he gave it some more thought, times where Yunho was rubbing his enlarged thighs and playing with his belly came to memory. Oh wow, he really hadn't noticed anything because whenever he felt too full and complained like he usually did, Yunho always told him to come over and rest against him while he rubbed his tummy. The way his hands moved on Mingi's fattened body were always enough to lull him to sleep, which likely added to how he managed to get this fat so quickly.

San's next message snaps him out of his stupor.

"fs bro. i don't think i even fit in mine this year lolol woo's might be a little tight on yunho but it should work out regardless."

San had steadily gotten larger during his relationship with Wooyoung but to think that he had put on enough weight to need hand-me-downs from him was making him feel hot in his stomach that was still hanging out of the sweater that he had bought.

Yunho had reentered the room and Mingi turned to look at him. He was biting his lip and making no effort to hide how he was ogling his boyfriend's widened form in the tight clothes as he looked at him. It's not like Yunho had completely escaped the relationship weight, the sweater that same size that he had gotten the year prior was rather tight on his frame and he couldn't help but wonder if that's what San was alluding to as well.

"Are we going to talk about it?" Yunho looked hesitant, not sure as to what his boyfriend was thinking.

"We can..." Mingi began and he watched Yunho tense up before he smiled, "...over the batch of cookies you made. This doesn't fit anyways so maybe I can be the Santa for the party this year instead of San." Before, he would have never thought of fat on his body. Not that he didn't like it but he wasn't ever going to think about it.

Now that he sees his boyfriend scurrying off to get some more cookies to fill him up and just fatten him more, the fat is less about his body and just showing evidence of how much Yunho loved to spoil him... and he loved to be spoiled so he wanted to see how many more pant sizes it would get him to size up.

#kpop feederism #atz feederism #gyuluttonous behaviour #chubby mingi #weight gain fiction

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total-drama-shark · 1 year

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Do you have a favorite romantic relationship from each season?

Yoo it's been a while since I've been asked for my td thoughts :) I answered an ask this before that you can check here but I’ll provide additional info in this one.

TDI

I have to go with Duncney in this one, their dynamic is strong and their storyline is very well handled IMO, Gwent was a more long term and endgame couple for this season but the issue with them is that their relationship status always seemed to reset every episode regardless of how much development they got in individual episodes, so it felt like it wasn’t going anywhere when it should, they liked each other since ep 1 but by the start of ep 16 they were still at that exact same status. With Duncney though the development they get in an episode carries on to the next, making it all cohesive and neat :)

TDA

I don’t think I was a big fan of many canon couples this season, Duncney was very hit or miss, Gwent broke up, Bridgeoff was hitting constant bump in the roads. I’d say Lesharold but I’m not sure if they count given they weren’t an official couple, and I preferred them in TDWT even though they had less screen time there. So I guess that really leaves us with Nizzy, but again I prefer them in TDI and TDWT. Guess TDA just isn’t my season.

TDWT

Aleheather my beloved, we love an enemies to lovers and a WT Heather W (Heather’s win is canon to me). While I admit the writing wasn’t perfect when it came to consistency, one episode Alejandro flirts with Heather to tease her while another he doesn’t want people to think he like her, it’s our first properly well done endgame relationship in a season IMO. Seeing their constant complicated conflict is an absolute treat and it’s one of my favorite canon couples period.

TDROTI

Sometimes I wonder if I like Zoke because they’re cute or I can project so much onto them, that doesn’t matter though because my fave this season is Samkota! Dakota’s development learning to be less superficial in her judgement, learning to care for people, and finding someone in her life who not only actually likes her and cares for her as a person, but loves her? My heart <3 Sam starting out awkward messing up while trying to compliment her or finding things they have in common to being able to successfully swoon her is also adorable :)

TDAS

Unpopular opinion? I love Scottney, both how the season started presenting it as sorta like a Duncney 2.0 with Scott being the bad boy to Courtney’s uptight good girl, but also how they later go about it with Scott actually just being a mess with no experience in romance and Courtney somehow still being charmed by him despite knowing just how pathetic he is at trying to be romantic. It’s cute, it takes me back, I wish it last longer.

TDPI

Jashawn is considered the saving grace of Pahkitew by various people in the fandom, and while I enjoy the season more than your average td fan, I do admit it’s a highlight. They’re sweet and cute and it’s an a character screwing up and having to reevaluate their life viewpoints and priorities to be able to truly learn how to love someone and make up for their mistakes is a great development and one I don’t think we’ve seen before! The best we’ve seen the show handle couples having interpersonal conflicts I think.

TDIR

Rajbow is an obvious one here, like even if I didn’t love them what other couple was there? Chemma? Hah, no. But luckily I do love them! I’m glad TD’s first queer characters/couple are mlm, since in the earlier seasons the mere idea of queer dudes was the butt of a joke rather than actual representation, it feels like this is making up for that. Bowie’s confidence and smarts contrasting and bouncing of Raj’s himbo energy and his still discovering his sexuality is very nice to see and very enjoyable. I hope to see them develop this couple further next season :)

Thank you again for the ask anon! I love answering asks like these :D

#total drama #duncney #Aleheather #samkota #jashawn #rajbow

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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Can you pls do a chucky x fem reader x tiffany where you reject them ...like hard ...bcs they are obsessive little fucks but you are the love of theire lifes so they try to kidnap you but you beat their ass

Hello there! I had quite some fun with this request! I just changed it a little bit for it to be Charles x female reader x Tiffany because I wasn’t too sure how to do it with Charles as a doll.

The story happens a few years after Tiff and Charles got together (based on first season the show).

If you’d like, I might do a second part for this.

Hope you’ll enjoy! <3

IN LOVE WITH A DANGEROUS WILD CAT

Warnings: dangerous reader, mentions of murders, blood and violence, a few strong words, Tiff and Charles not taking a no for an answer and being obsessive as hell, kidnap attempt.

Charles and Tiffany had the reputation to enjoy two things in their lives: killing and fucking.

And because of this, they often went to nightclubs; it allowed them to find new preys to kill and then pretty little things to play with after the murders.

The alcohol and the loud music were only adding to the experience and they loved it very much.

They had killed two assholes who had been flirting with Tiffany that night, and they had a lot of fun with them; they felt particularly playful tonight.

They showered together and had sex, but they wanted more so when they came back to the dance floor, their predatory eyes scanned the crowd to look for a cute love to play with.

They spotted you, alone at the bar, and they only exchanged a look before walking to you.

They sat on each side of you, and you hummed to yourself before drinking your glass in one go. You didn’t look at them, your hand was on the knife you were hiding in your pocket. You could tell they were trouble.

“Hello, sweet face. We noticed you were on your own, and we thought you might be looking for some company” Tiffany purred at you and you looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

You couldn’t deny how much you loved the sound of her voice, and you looked up and down at her, before doing the same with Charles.

They both looked quite good, you couldn’t deny that either.

But your instinct never wronged you, and you knew they weren’t good people.

You had noticed them earlier and you knew they left with two guys, but those two guys didn’t come back.

“And what kind of company can you offer?” you simply asked, your hand still on your knife.

“Well, maybe we could go somewhere a little more intimate to show you” Charles offered as he placed a stand of your hair behind your ear.

They usually were good at seducing girls into their bed but you knew people like them.

Maybe because you also were someone like them.

“Ah yeah? And so you could kill me?” you asked

They were a little bit taken aback, but they didn’t show anything.

“Why’d you think about something like that?” Tiffany asked, trying to sound innocent

“Maybe because I’m pretty sure it’s what you did to the two guys you left with earlier.” you said and they were both impressed.

“But why would we have killed them?” Charles asked as he continued to play with your hair

“Continue to touch me, and I’ll cut your fingers off” you dangerously and calmly told him as you turned your head toward him. He raised his hand in defence but a dark smirk was now playing on his lips.

Damn, you were hot when you were all threatening like that. They exchanged another look, and they could tell they both wanted to have you around very much.

They were even certain you were a killer yourself.

After all, game recognizes game.

And it has been a little while since they wanted someone else in their lives.

And you seemed to be perfect.

You got up and Tiffany pouted. Charles grabbed your wrist.

In one quick movement, you got your knife out and opened it before pressing it against his throat.

You were so rapid, none of them had seen it coming. Tiffany watched the scene with dark eyes of desire as Charles chuckled and raised his hands in front of him.

“Now, love, why kill me when we could all enjoy each other” he hummed and you groaned. You removed the knife from him and before anyone could notice the scene, you put it back in your pocket.

“Leave me alone.” you told them

“Com’on, we could have so much fun all together” Tiffany pleaded

“I don’t need you two to have fun” you spat before leaving into the crowd. You were disappointed they ruined the place for you; now you needed to find another nightclub to get a prey.

You thought they would leave you alone, because they wouldn’t want to put that much effort into a girl they didn’t know, when they could seduce someone else.

But they looked at each other once again and sighed as they watched you go.

“Fuck, she is perfect” Charles said and Tiffany could only nodded. They had little butterflies flying in their stomachs.

They needed you to be theirs or they would lose it.

They hadn’t planned to stay in town, but they needed to find you and to make you one of them before they could move away.

Every night, they tried all the nightclubs they could find. They found you more than once, but you were a wild cat. You escaped whenever you felt their eyes on you.

It only added to the fun; they enjoyed the hunt, especially when their prey was actually as dangerous as themselves.

It busied them too, and if they used to argue often, when it was about you, they were all nice to each other.

They needed you, each time they were seeing you, they were getting even more obsessive.

And they understood you weren’t just an obsession when they spotted you in a dark alley, flirting with a man.

His hands were all over you, and he was pressing his body against yours in a very lewd way.

Charles and Tiffany weren’t impressed at all, and they were about to interrupt this scene, because they couldn’t stand the idea of anyone touching you but them; they had grown very possessive of you too.

But before you could even notice them, you had stabbed the man in the chest. He coughed blood and you started to laugh.

“Am I still a poor little baby girl?” you teased and you pushed him on the ground before straddling him.

You stabbed him over and over again until you were absolutely covered in his blood.

You got startled when you heard someone clapping and you were quick to stand up, your knife ready to strike.

Your whole body was tense and your eyes were swirling with danger and insanity.

If Charles and Tiffany only thought you were perfect to them before, they realised you actually were their soulmate.

They had never seen something or someone able to turn them on like that, and they had the strong urge to have you all theirs now, even stronger than before.

“My, my, my. Such a dangerous doll we have here” Charles said as he came closer, and you only held your knife higher.

“I warned you to leave me alone” you cried out “And you better let me go now” you growled.

Charles instantly recognised your anger and, no matter how insane he himself was, he knew it would be a mistake to force you to come with them now. You were full of adrenaline and rage; you would be able to really kill them.

“No one is attacking you” he tried to appease you and you took it as the sign to run away, which you did.

Tiffany pouted again and Charles promised her that next time they would kidnap you and bring you to their motel. It cheered her up.

Their obsession made them smart enough for them to find your little flat in the centre of the city.

They entered it, in the middle of the night, as you were sleeping for once. They got quite impressed by the collection of knives you had; really you couldn’t be any more perfect.

Your eyes opened when you heard an unknown noise in your room and before you could react, Charles pressed a hand on your mouth.

“Shh, don’t worry about anything” he whispered to you as Tiffany sat beside you. She was holding ropes to tie you up.

“You know, sweet face, if you are good, we won’t need to use this” she said as she gestured toward the rope. “We just want you to follow us to our motel room, so we can chat all together,” she smiled.

You didn’t answer; you didn’t want to have a chat with them, or to follow them, or to have anything to do with them.

You grabbed the knife you always had under your pillow and you sliced Charles’ arm. He let out a sound of pain and tried to grab you but you were quick.

You stabbed him in the thigh before pressing the knife on Tiffany’s neck before she could do anything. You pressed hard enough to cut her a little and she didn’t fight back, too aroused to do anything anyways.

“Next time I’ll kill you” you growled before jumping off the bed. You ran away like a tracked animal. You just had the time to put a hoodie on and your shoes.

You had a safe place not so far from here, and you decided to go and stay there until those two would leave town.

Tiffany almost rushed after you, but Charles called for her and she went to check on him.

“We’ll have to drug her next time, she is too quick” she mumbled as she helped Charles to get back on his feet.

“That was hot,” he murmured to himself.

But next time, you’ll be theirs. It was promise.

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fabuloustrash05 · 6 months

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Hello I love the intergalactic sisters Au please tell me more! I like imagining young April and Mona growing up together 🥺

Omg! Thank you! My Salamandrian April AU or Intergalactic Sisters (I’m still deciding on the title) is one of my personal favorite AUs of mine because I love the randomness of it all with the concept. I also see this as a fun way for me to explore the dynamic of April and Mona Lisa because I love these girls and I think they would’ve been best friends in the show if the writers weren’t cowards!

So for those who need context, in the AU April was captured by The Kraang when she was around 6 years old. In the season 3 episode Buried Secrets, April’s “mom” explains that when April was a little girl the Kraang attacked and wanted to take April away. Kirby and April were able to get away and leave the farmhouse, while April’s mom was captured instead.

So my idea came from: what if the Kraang got what they came for and took April away from her parents?

Apology in advance but I’m about to share a lot about this AU!

So after being kidnapped, April is held in a Kraang Prison, experimented on, unleashing, her hidden psychic powers much earlier on in her life. Eventually a Salamandrian fleet led by Sal Commander break into the Kraang prison on a hunt looking for the wanted rogue, Newtralizer, but instead Sal finds April. He breaks her out of the prison and brings her back to his home planet. He doesn’t know why the Kraang had her or why they wanted her, but his gut feeling told him it wasn’t for good intentions. Sal also did not want to take the risk of the Kraang finding her again, so he decided not to bring her back to her home planet of Earth knowing that is where they’ll be looking for her, so he lets her grow up on Salamandria.

This is how April eventually meets Mona Lisa. Mona has already been training under Sal for the past year (tying into my headcanon that Mona was placed under the care of Sal after her parents were killed in battle), so she is surprised when Sal returns from a mission bringing with him a strange looking creature with red hair. Mona and April quickly bond though because they both share a similar situation of losing their parents. Together, Sal trains are the two young girls and they become like a little family. April and Mona become the best of friends growing up together and even going as far as to call each other sisters. Also April calls Mona “Iggy”, she doesn’t refer to them as a Mona Lisa and Sal Commander because those are nicknames that the turtles give them so she refers to them by their salamandrian names only.

Growing up April was often picked on by the other Salamandrian children, because she was, well, different, but Mona always had her back, beating up anyone who tried to be mean to April. Mona is even the one that gives April brand new haircut of military pixie cut style. growing up together April with tell Mona about her planet, at least all the stuff she knew about for the only six years she lived on earth, but Mona always finds her story fascinating and the girls hope that one day April could return to her home planet and reunite with her parents, with Mona wanting to come along to her world, but at the same time April fears that she’s been gone for so long that her parents have forgotten about her.

The years go by and a two girl become skilled warriors for the Salamandrian army and Sal’s top recruits. With a Salamandrians advanced technology they were also able to help April figure out her powers and control them a lot more better so by the time she is 16 she has better control over her powers and Kraang abilities, but is still learning. Mona helps her out a lot with her powers, those kids, they used her psychic abilities to mess around with people, but as they grow older, they started to become more slightly responsible with it. but that doesn’t mean that these two girls still don’t have a devious side to them from time to time ;)

April is very open and trusting when she’s around Mona and often likes hanging on top of her or chilling on her shoulders when bored as Mona effortlessly carries her around. When it comes to actual missions, she’s serious, a little blood thirsty and quite stubborn. Because of April’s stubbornness, Mona has to be more of the level headed one, which can be a challenge for her since she can be short tempered. April is the more chaotic, one of the two surprisingly. April is also very protective of Mona, despite Mona being bigger and older than her (by a year), April has a mind said that she has already lost one family and she doesn’t wanna lose another with Mona and Sal.

So you can imagine April’s over protective nature coming out in full swing when Raphael enters Mona’s life XD

April, to Sal: Oh yes, mm hm, I’d be happy if Iggy ended up with any guy.

Mona Lisa: *walks in holding Raph’s hand*

April:

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sitp-recs · 9 months

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Hidden Gems: Special Edition

5 7 underrated works by @skeptiquewrites

It’s been ages since I did a Hidden Gems post so I’m probably a bit rusty but I thought this was the perfect way to celebrate our dear Tee. I’ve loved her work ever since the first fic I came across, and I am over the moon that she was the first fandom friend I was lucky to meet in person earlier this month! We immediately hit it off and had the BEST time around - dinner at a cute Vietnamese place, a walk along the canal, ice cream treats while talking fandom & life. A perfect date night that could have been pulled out from one of her fabulous summery fics if you ask me 😌

It was even harder to choose how to celebrate her birthday having met such a lovely person - after many single recs and lists I was like “what else is there???” But after some thinking with the help of my partner in crime @sweet-s0rr0w I came up with the idea of boosting some of my favourite hidden gems by Tee, fics that I don’t see recced often but deserve all the attention and buzz. They will tug at your heartstrings and make you fall even more in love - not only with Drarry but with summer aesthetics, its endless possibilities, and with Tee’s quiet, charming, elegant, wistful and seductive writing.

These are all shorts but each perfectly placed word and well executed plot contain new and unique universes. Each clever line and lush dose of mutual want - either followed by delicious smut or equally sexy doses of quiet intimacy - fill me with different but wonderful emotions. I think the banner pic translates very well one of the best feelings I experience reading her fics: how special it is to celebrate the little things, how powerful yet vulnerable we are when facing the inevitability of falling in love, how one magical second spent on summer nights, as fleeting and removed from our traditional sense of time and space as they might be, can last forever. I hope the fics and quotes I selected below give you a tiny taste of the magic contained in each one of her short, brilliant love stories. Happiest of birthdays, my dear friend! ♥️

⌛️ light that covers us (T, 117 words)

Lovers in dangerous line of work.

"Always on borrowed time," a singer croons in the background. Draco turns up the Wireless. “God, I hate that song."

🗓️ Four Seasons (M, 2k)

A romance in four seasons.

There was something lovely about being out of excuses, Harry thought. Everything was possible. "What are you in it for, then?" Harry asked as they crossed the threshold.

🌊 On The Shore (T, 3k)

Draco takes up wild swimming. Harry joins him.

Harry turns his face towards the sun and he doesn’t quite smile, but there is something content in his expression that makes Draco a little more willing to share this place.

🎸 Lights Down Low (T, 4k)

“Will we ever learn? We’ve been here before.” Recording the Hallows' fifth album with Draco brings up the past in a way Harry’s never expected.

The music’s a little wistful, haunting even with no words, recorded in the middle of the night. Harry has done this dozens of times before and for other people. There is no way he has forgotten how to write a song.

🎇 No Distance (E, 5k)

Harry doesn’t believe in resolutions, because a new year doesn’t mean feeling any different. But something feels possible, meeting Draco again in Zurich. The past is the past, but the future can be different. Sequel to Nothing Left to Burn.

“Poor thing,” Draco responds and presses his lips to the back of Harry’s hand. It's a little mocking, but Harry's heart hasn’t taken the memo.

Bonus 1: fresh out of Bodice Ripper!

🎤 The Real Thing (M, 5k)

Harry only means to cheer Draco up after a terrible breakup. He doesn't mean to fall in love.

“I don’t know that he cared what I wanted. I don’t know if he knew what I wanted.” Harry wanted to ask Draco what he wanted, the exact contours of what might please him and how.

Bonus 2: Femslash!

🧣She Was Pretty (E, 4k) - Lavender/Parvati

In the aftermath of the war, Lavender Brown rediscovers herself in a tiny flat above her Diagon Alley tea shop. Parvati helps.

Her mother offers her pity mostly, raw and cloying. But there is love there too. She clucks at her the second day Lavender is home after a month spent in hospital. “They didn’t braid your hair tight enough, Lavvy. Come here.”

#happy birthday Tee! 🎉🎉🎉#hidden gems #skeptiquewrites

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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OR how about Dean actually doing a whole LARP experience with Charlie on one of his days off hunting, and he convinces Cas, Sam, (and/or his gf, the reader) to go with him. He’s a cute little dork, :’) — 🧸

Dean, Your Majesty Awaits

Description: Charlie takes Castiel and the Winchesters to a Renaissance Fair. Unbeknownst to them, the reader is the queen, Charlie's best friend and Dean's significant other.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None.

Note: Under the 500 word prompt. I really really enjoyed this one!

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“I do not understand this activity.” Castiel prompted as per usual when he did not fully comprehend what human hobby he was partaking in.

Charlie chuckled as she stood to fix his wears, adjusting the sword strapped to his hip. Dean Winchester strolled in with Sam, holding a large plate of food in which Charlie picked from to Dean’s dismay.

“Ay, get your own!” He yelled.

“Better finish that quickly, D. Show’s about to start.” Charlie clapped her hands and strode towards the opening of the tent.

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Charlie, The Winchester’s and Cas all stood in front of the large wooden stage shaded with a much larger red tent, decorated with gold trim and flowers of all kinds. Four men dressed from head to toe in armor stood poised in front, swords digging into the red clay mixed with dirt and wood chips.

Another man came to the front, facing the crowd as he cleared his throat, arm raising to silence the crowd of other larper’s.

“Oi! Will all of ye shut thy trap’s and face the front!” He hollered.

Charlie, glanced over at her friends who all stared back at her, giving the same expression.

“What’s up his ass?” Dean asks, Charlie nudges him to shut up.

“We are in the presence of many of warriors, but in the presence of no kings! Our king was befallen to a dark night and fell into the grasp of death leaving our widowed Queen to rule alone. We fight for her hand and rightful place by her side! Who will succeed? Who will only perish on this day? Go! Ready your men as we will strike soon!” Bellows the man dressed in the royal colors.

Music plays as everyone murmurs while the sea of people separate. Dean’s eyes widen as he laid his gaze onto you, his girlfriend, dressed in royal garb.

“Is that?”

“Yes, Dean. This is why I dragged you here.” Charlie answered.

Your eyes caught his as he pushed through the people to get to you. He was blocked by the knights.

“Speak thy name, filthy mudsnipe. What says you to even dare to whisper to thy Queen?” The knights question Dean who rolled his eyes.

Another man approaches and stands in front of the guards.

“Hey buddy. You can’t just walk up to the Queen. You know the rules. Besides, its our team that’s going to win.” He sneers.

Dean opens his mouth to say something when you pushed the knights aside.

“He is my secretary, the right hand man to my royal round table. He and his men may enter my quarters.

“But they-i.”

“Nothing more-let them pass.” You ordered.

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Dean still partook in the fighting, you watched him wack people out of the way. Charlie ate from the food table, free for you and your men to eat. By the end, Dean and Charlie’s team did in fact lose when Dean was the only one still around. A whole team had to be left to even decide.

It was time to choose the man and team that would run beside you for the next season. Sighing you slipped open the envelope while wandering eyes stared up at you on your throne.

The envelope did indeed read the White Raven Clan, and the leading man who heckled your boyfriend earlier. You looked over at the leader who ogled you from a distance. Then back to Dean who leaned against the railing a bruise forming on his face, a little blood from his nose from playing around too hard with everyone.

You knew you shouldn’t do this, but you were the one who ran the events in your community, and by far this was Dean’s second one and the first one that you and him had been together at.

So why not bend the rules a bit?

You threw the envelope into the fire pit that sat next to you turning chicken and stood up abruptly.

“You, the single man who stands in front of me. The lone warrior who single-handedly fought alone in the end. I hereby decree that you shall continue to stand by my side, not only as my right hand, nor my secretary, but my King and betrothed, brave sir.” You holler as a fury of claps and hoots sounded. You exited the stage shortly after they crowned Dean.

“Hey, where’d Y/N go?” He asked Charlie who smiled.

“Dean, your Majesty waits for you in her private quarters. Give her hell.” She laughs, slapping him on the back, his crown slightly tilting down.

“I love this place.”

#jensen ackles #jensen ackled #spn #supernatural #askmishapoc #spn supernatural #supernatural spn #spn fandom #dean x reader #castiel supernatural #charlie bradbury #sam #sam winchester

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alienaiver · 2 years

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Of all the ugly parts;

Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader

warnings: descriptions of self-loathing and general insecurities - let me know if i missed anything tho! wordcount: 1.3k content: vent piece, genderneutral reader, happy ending, mild angst, hurt/comfort, character study, healthy communication, fluff, mentions of a wedding but like not as a plot point!

notes: this is honestly just a vent piece! i’m not entirely sure what the entire point of it was but i relate deeply to sakusa on some levels and he was a good outlet for some emotions! this is the first time i’ve written for him tho, so i hope i did him justice! thank you for reading!

”No one likes when you’re in that mood.”

He doesn’t, either.

“You should practice becoming more palatable to the world.”

He thinks so, too.

Sakusa isn’t a stranger to negative comments about him – he learned to brush them off at an early age, deciding his own comfort came before anyone else’s and that he’d meet the right people one day.

And meet the right people? He did – as he thinks about how the MSBY Jackals all treat him well and with love despite his uglier parts and he thinks about you, grumpy and sleepy in the bed next to him before he goes for mornings runs.

But sometimes he explodes. He explodes and collapses in on himself and even the people who treat him with such love and care gets caught in the downfall and he isn’t a stranger to see the hurt flash in your eyes when he reacts outwardly and hits you with venom.

It wasn’t even your fault, really. He’d gotten a call from his mother earlier that day, already clouding up his mind with irritableness and the experience of an itch he wanted to scratch to blood. It’s game season but practice had gone like shit, none of his hits making any sense and he needed to do way more penalty dives than he thought was necessary for a pro volleyball player.

So when he got home and you’d emptied his dishwasher for him but put the forks and spoons in the wrong place, he couldn’t hold back the bile that’d been steadily growing in his esophagus throughout the entire day and spat it out right onto your own, unsuspecting face.

It’s not fair.

It’s not fair that he met you and you made him think he was anywhere near worthy of your love. It’s not fair to you that he’s so difficult and spoiled and narcissistic and has a tendency to spiral into this gooey, dark mess of a person.

So here he is, by the riverbank, reconsidering every life choice he’s ever made and reminded of all the angry, disappointed sentences thrown at him when he was younger and suddenly he realizes something,

They were all right about him.

He clicks his tongue and fists his hand into the grass beneath him, only then realizing that he’s willingly placed himself on the ground. Him, on the ground.

He does a breathing exercise – one that you taught him, seven in, hold for six and nine out- it’s supposed to help, right?

“You’re doing great,”

He’s thrown out of his concentration by the warmth of your voice next to him, the gentleness in your voice so easily spotted and so easily embracing him – he’s relaxing his shoulders instantly.

“My boss yelled at me today,” you start, situating yourself comfortably on the grass, “but then at lunch, it was Margot’s birthday. She pulled me aside after the cake and told me our boss is full of crap,” you laugh and Sakusa realizes what you’re doing, “I also met a dog after I got out of the supermarket! I was allowed to pet it and it was so nice, wanted to lick my face so bad.”

You reach out a hand tentatively towards his, “how was your day?”

Sakusa sighs and retracts his hand from the grass. He ignores his own grimace at the action,

“I’m not a good person.”

You hum and place both your hands on your lap, “and I’m not… easy, or lovable. I wasn’t a lovable single and I am definitely not a lovable boyfriend.”

For a while you don’t say anything and Sakusa’s not sure what else to tell you.

“The first time we met, you told me I smelled like shit.”

Sakusa winces and while he’ll never admit it, he’s currently fighting to hold back tears – keep them behind his lash line and safely stored away. Letting them drop was not an option, “and the second time we met you asked Komori why he’d brought me.”

You laugh at these memories and Sakusa wants to yell – he wants to get up and scream at the top of his lungs that you need to leave him, that he didn’t turn into the palatable adult everyone wanted him to become and that his intricate made-up rules is clearly affecting how this relationship is going to go, how you deserve someone so much better, but then you add, “but the third time we met was on the crowded train, where you noticed my panic attack. You got me out of the train and helped me calm down and then you walked me home.”

“Remember the fourth?” you ask after a moment of silence and dumbfounded, he can only shake his head, still unable to look directly at you, “you came to my place the day after with some snacks and a Ghibli movie, telling me how Whisper of the Heart always makes you feel like it’s going to be okay. You’d spent 45 minutes in the convenience store choosing snacks because you didn’t know which I liked,”

You sigh out and a nostalgic smile graces your features, your lips reaching your eyes at this point. Sakusa’s always loved that smile. “The other day you made me a cup of tea when I stressed about that meeting and you didn’t even reprimand me for not rinsing my plate after dinner. Yesterday, you didn’t come after me for not hanging my towel on the rack to the left of the sink.”

You reach for his hand again and this time, though with a flinch, he lets you take it. He notices how warm it is compared to his and he thinks he must’ve sat out here for a while before you came after him. You always did know how to handle his outbursts. Give him time to cool down and then talk,

“I love you, Kiyoomi. I don’t want you to change – not for anyone but especially not for me. I fell in love with the Omi who gags at public toilets and groans loudly when I even think about skipping a shower for being too tired. I fell in love with the Omi who has a very valid need to have things a certain way, who offers me some structure in my own life just by upholding his own. I fell in love with the Omi who motivates me to do better, to be better, because he’s such a wonderful and deeply lovable person that sometimes I can’t even wrap my head around it. And Omi?” you squeeze his hand and he finally gathers the courage to raise his head – albeit only a little.

“I also fell in love with the Omi who lets me into his space so openly, who makes room for me and happily obliges for cuddles when I’m needy, who’s attentive to my needs and makes me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. Who takes care of me and loves me despite my own flaws.”

You lean in and rest your forehead against his, “flaws are something we all have and I don’t love you despite your ugly parts, I love you with them.”

There’s silence as Sakusa processes your words, overwhelmed by the sheer sincerity he felt in your voice.

“I kinda went on a rant, sorry.”

He laughs then, laughs hoarsely and squeezes your hand back. It’s not until you reach up to wipe a tear from his cheek that he realizes that he failed in holding them back, letting out another nervous laugh, “those sounded like wedding vows,” he jokes and you smile mischievously, “it was really good too! Maybe I should write it down for the future,” you joke and a blush creeps up to his ears at the implications of your words. You lean in and gently give him a peck on his lips, “you’re allowed to react outwardly, that doesn’t make you a bad person. You can’t scare me away with you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Let’s go home.”

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lesbiannancytruther · 2 years

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fruity four curse discovery </3

its time to talk about how the fruity four found out Holy Shit They’re Monsters

they all had very different experiences, and none of them experienced overnight transformations, but it didn’t take its time before the real onslaught yknow

okay starting with nancy because she’s complicated. she actually started this process way back in season one when she first went into the upside down and came out and was very much Never The Same. after her first trip she lost her appetite and regular food, while still nourishing her, didn’t really do much for her in the sense of satisfaction. something was always missing and she couldn’t put her finger on what. she sunburned easier and lost endurance in the sun way quicker than she used to. she was suddenly allergic to all of her genuine silver jewelry, which was her first inkling that something was off beyond not taking care of herself like she used to. she didn’t get many of the physical benefits other than basically getting up without a scratch after she got thrown against that wall in season 3, and also having more intuition to things around her (journalism moment). also you wanna know how she pulled so many people? by being really awesome first and foremost but after her first foray into the upside down it’s really hard to not pay attention to her. then things start getting WEIRD after the second upside down trip and getting vecna’d- where she’s suddenly cold all the time and she can’t really eat anything and everything feels so intense like she swears she’s hallucinating hearing conversations that happen across a house with crystal clear clarity and seeing dust flying around across the room. nancy being nancy who shoves all sorts of actually concerning things surrounding herself under the rug thinks its just nerves and trauma but like no girl! ur cursed! and things go crazy when she finds her fangs and robin, who touches her shoulder in concern with her heavy silver rings (that have been kinda bothering her since she got back from the upside down ngl) and it burns like holy shit. shit goes haywire when they go “okay but maybe later” and then vecna happens and nancy, who isn’t dumb, who’s noticed that all of this got even worse when they went into the upside down again, and suddenly her mouth starts watering when she looks at the pulsepoint and robin’s throat and FUCK she’s a vampire oh god damnit

okay now robin bc gfs who r cursed together stick together!! as someone who’s only experience with the upside down had been the russians weird experiment, shit really hits the fan when she goes through watergate and suddenly everything is super weird and she hates it tbh. i hc both robin and nancy as autistic so this is sensory nightmare for both of them bc holy shit robin can smell and hear everything and it freaks her out! robin, who doesn’t shove anything weird happening to her down until she explodes immediately starts talking about how weird she feels bc what if she has rabies or smth and actually snaps at steve when he tries to interrupt her and she’s like “oh my god why did i do that”. also her rings have been bothering her ever since they got back, all irritated and almost burning, and she wishes she just bit it and took them off earlier because holy shit she burned nancy and it scared her BAD because before this nancy had been sorta fearless so now nancy is kinda crumbling and she cries out in actual pain and robin is kinda floored?? and freaking out bc she wants to make it better but she doesn’t know how- the first thing she does it toss her rings across the room because obviously smth is wrong with them! this is way strange and they find out robin has fangs too but she actually doesn’t turn into a wolf until after vecna’s initial “defeat” since she only fully turns on the full moon. when that happens though everyone is like “what the fuck” especially because steve does it at the same time!! and they’re all like!! what the fuck!! they kind of suspected that’s what happened with robin before she ever turned but they sorta thought what she was going through would be it, they didn’t think she’d actually turn!! and then run away!! and then get lost in the woods!! that is a long night for everyone involved. also fun fact the iconic boost actually switches to robin straight up picking up nancy by her hips and LIFTING HER UP TO THE PORTAL to which nancy is like “oh my god this can not be fr” bc she’s STRUGGLING and blushing like crazy (and it looks kinda crazy bc now her blood is like turning BRIGHT RED)

okay eddie time so im abusing the fact that eddie stayed back in the trailer as “holy fucking shit why does the sun make me want to keel over and die now” on top of yknow being wanted nbd. he notices he’s way stronger and everything is more intense and when robin mentions feeling weird he’s kinda like “oh wait me too” and its like “huh” but in this au eddie survives the attack because like nancy, he puts two and two together but not bc he’s as smart as her but bc he’s kinda obsessed with vampires, and he TURNS INTO A FUCKING BAT and camos and everyone thinks he’s dead for like a week before he comes back and is like “.... surprise....” he then gets almost murdered by everyone bc wtf. (also poor dustin thinking the bats ate eddie is making me laugh rn). despite the shitty thing with the sun eddie likes being even weirder and also like super strong and cool like a dnd character and this is kinda fun (the blood part isn’t awesome tho bc in my mind he has sorta subpar control and everyone is lucky steve heals fast bc...)

steve time steve time so funnily enough steve just thinks he’s really worried about everyone and i think his very wild and new instincts are the reason he has the audacity to give nancy that six lil nuggets speech in this au if i decide that still happens bc being entirely real with u steve stans that scene WAS in character u just don’t want to admit it but ANYWAYS he’s basically freaking out the entire time trying to protect his little siblings and his closest friends and he basically forgets to worry about the fact that his dna is literally changing lol! no one suspects that anything really happened to steve until he actually shifted into a wolf bc he’s been so stressed that he doesn’t even notice. this makes the first change back way harder on him though bc she’s like “oh my god what the fuck you guys” and robin was like “damn i was hoping that wouldnt happen but ok”.

that first night of the change is so stressful bc robin is running so god damn fast and tiny nancy is like trying to pounce on her to keep her still (because she’s realized her own strength at this point) and wolf robin is like “ok so we’re racing now okay” and makes it even harder! they end up getting lost for 2 days afterwards fun fact and this is before nance feels comfortable feeding on anyone so the extended period before being able to find a solution is no good. steve is the one that finds them when eddie is freaking out abt how there’s no way they’re gonna find them and steve is like “wdym??? they’re that way” and eddie like “OH MY GOD YOU CAN SMELL THEM” and they get found.

after this steve is more aware of how different things are and on one hand he’s grateful for the buffs but on the other hand oh my god this is so messed up oh my god

also eddie and nancy caring for their partners respectively after the first change and they feel like (no pun intended) dog shit is smth that can be so personal <3

robin at some point is like “holy shit i’d rather have rabies” and nancy’s like “no you wouldn’t” in this super soft gay ass voice as robin is like “yeah ur right” THEYRE SO TENDER okay i gotta stop

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #vampire!nancy #werewolf!robin #vampire!eddie #werewolf!steve #mythical moment au #the fruity four

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oeldeservesthenorris · 1 year

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How Canucks’ Quinn Hughes is becoming a leader: ‘I’m gonna be here a long time’ - By Harman Dayal (”The Athletic”)

Quinn Hughes was upset and pissed off after his sophomore 2021 season.

Hughes had scored 53 points in 68 games, yes, but he was also lit up for goals against at one of the highest rates in the NHL. He hated looking at his plus-minus and was determined to change.

“I was really disappointed with it,” Hughes said about that sophomore season. “I just knew that I’d never be a good defenceman if I was just known as an offensive guy that gave up a lot defensively. “You hear about ‘He doesn’t know how to play defence, he can’t play defence’ so that always bothered me and (I) wanted to prove people wrong.

“(My whole life) if you just looked at me, guys, without even watching my game, would be like: ‘He’s undersized and he can’t play D.’ That was all the questions at the (draft) combine: ‘How are you going to defend in the NHL?’ That’s just always been on my mind.”

Hughes spent the summer refining his backward skating. He learned how to use his speed to play better defensive angles. He practiced implementing different defensive techniques while defending his brother Jack, Trevor Zegras, Kyle Connor, and others during on-ice summer sessions. Quinn also followed the guidance of his father Jim, who had 10 years of experience as the Leafs’ director of player development.

All of it paid off in Hughes’ third season where he bounced back decisively and played a complete two-way game, earning penalty-killing minutes and being trusted in the highest-pressure situations when defending a lead under Bruce Boudreau.

“I wanted to be sharper defensively and I was,” said Hughes. “I was plus-12 last year and it also helps that our team was better (compared to 2021), Demmer (Thatcher Demko) was unreal. I think my game’s gotten better and so this year I don’t think I have to worry about it as much. Obviously, I’m still working on that, you see all these broken plays and guys miss a poke check or whatever and that’s how goals are scored, but I can kinda (just) play because I feel like I’m at that point where I’ve fixed that part of my game a bit.”

With his defensive game stabilized, Hughes set his sights on a new mission for this season: Becoming a leader.

Agent Pat Brisson, who counts Hughes among his long list of star NHL clients, won’t ever forget the first time he encountered Quinn.

“I met Quinn at the famous Brick U10 tournament while he was watching his brother Jack play for Team Toronto against my son on Team California. My other son Jordan and Luke Hughes were the same age and (watching the tournament).

“Quinn came in and he knew that us parents were busy focusing on watching the games. I wouldn’t call it babysitting but he took care of Luke and Jordan while they were climbing trees everywhere around the rink. He was a really nice, mature kid at 11 years old. I saw an admirable trait of respect in a young man who understood the environment pretty quick. Quinn understood the responsibility and those are the little signs of a future leader — it’s silly but I think it was a very telling observation.”

“Idiots,” Hughes said with a laugh when recalling that experience with his brother Luke and Brisson’s son, Jordan. “I remember all of it,” he said with a wide smile.

During the Canucks’ first road trip last season, Hughes played the big brother role again by taking rookie Vasily Podkolzin and Nils Höglander (who’d never been on a normal NHL road trip at that point because of the pandemic) out to the movies in Seattle. Hughes developed a relationship with those two and Podkolzin joked earlier in the year that Quinn was worried why they weren’t hanging out as much now that there were other Russians on the team for Podkolzin to spend time with.

Heading into this season, the Canucks told Hughes that they wanted him to expand his leadership role. He told them he was ready. Why did he feel that confidence?

“I’ve been here a while, I’m the longest-tenured D on the team,” said Hughes. “I’ve done a lot since I’ve been here. It’s my fourth year, I feel more mature. I’m talking mature in the sense that you’re getting good food, eating well and you’re competitive, not too high or low, things like that and I think that’s helped me. Off the ice, I have my moments too where I’m not mature at all by any means.

“I’m gonna be here a long time so might as well start. I think I’ve always been a good leader… I don’t need to change who I am but if it’s also taking more of a vocal role on the team now — I can also do that.

“I want to win and I want this team to do well so whatever I can do to help progress that and make that happen quicker — if that’s me pushing the pace a bit more and get this team going that’s what I’m going to try and do. But it’s not just me, it’s all the guys. I know Petey’s (Elias Pettersson) trying to take a step and everyone’s trying to be a better leader and we’re going to need that.”

Brisson, who represents some of the best captains and leaders in the sport, could sense that Hughes was ready for that leadership step too.

“The one trait all of the best leaders from Sidney (Crosby) to (Jonathan) Toews to (Anze) Kopitar have in common is they know how to listen well and absorb and ask questions,” said Brisson. “I see these traits in players, the curiosity in the team approach, observing other leaders. That’s what Quinn is strong at, he observes everything.”

Hughes’ effort to become a more prominent leader has caught the attention of Canucks captain Bo Horvat.

“They’re the future of this club,” Horvat said of Hughes and Pettersson. “And they have done it this year where leading by example, working out in the gym, saying things at different times and obviously their play speaks for itself. We need those type of guys to step up because we did lose those veteran presences (like Alex Edler, Chris Tanev, Jacob Markstrom and Brandon Sutter) recently.

“I’ve noticed a big difference (in Quinn). Just him being able to speak his mind and tell different guys — veteran guys — what he sees because he is a smart player and other guys want to get better too. For him to mature that way is big for his game and for us as a team.”

It’s vital that Hughes is taking this step because the top players on any given team have unique weight and authority in the locker room.

“You look at any winning team, the top guys have to be your leaders on and off the ice,” said Luke Schenn. “Those guys set the tone — I played in L.A. You got (Anze) Kopitar, Drew Doughty Dustin Brown, Jeff Carter, Jonathan Quick — those guys were the leaders of the team. You go to Tampa, it was (Ryan) McDonagh, (Victor) Hedman, (Steven) Stamkos.”

Hughes is naturally a reserved, laidback personality but he’s become more comfortable speaking up.

“There’s gonna be moments where the room wants to hear somebody different,” said J.T. Miller. “And we need him to take that step and be able to talk because guys are listening to him.”

What has that looked like in practical terms?

“The other day we were talking in the intermission,” said Luke Schenn. “We were talking about certain D-zone face-off plays where I’ve got an opinion and he came and (said) ‘Well, I think we could probably do this off the d-zone face-off and I think if we’re able to execute this pass, I can get in a hole and jump up in the play’ and I’m like ‘Well, yeah if you think you can do that let’s work that.’

“It’s situations like that where it’s not necessarily in front of 20 guys but a smaller group where he’s not just nodding his head (acting like he’s) agreeing when he thinks something else, he’s speaking up.

“In the o-zone too, last game I shot a puck to the net and nothing came out of it and he said ‘Hey, give it to me over, I’m open if you have a look there,’ whereas in the past he probably would have said nothing to me because I’m an older guy but I want that feedback and that’s what a partnership is.”

Hughes is comfortable being vocal from time to time but he stressed that he isn’t radically changing who he is. He emphasized that a big part of the role has been learning how to lead by example.

As captain, Horvat’s studied what works and what doesn’t as a leader and he’s had conversations with lots of players. Talking a big game doesn’t matter nearly as much as how hard you push yourself.

“There’s a time and a place to say a lot of things,” said Horvat. “(But) if you say ‘rah rah’ all the time, then guys I think find it a little exhausting. For me, I learn the most from just watching guys and how they act on a daily basis, from personal experience and just talking to a lot of guys, they like to watch how certain guys prepare and act around the rink.”

Leading by example is cliche but it’s way easier said than done. It means being on every day, never succumbing to the rigors of an intense 82-game schedule with the taxing travel demands of playing on the west coast. There are times over a season when a team might land at 1 a.m., get in bed by 3 a.m., and only have short sleep before an 11:30 a.m. practice. It’s easy for some players to coast through that practice because they’re exhausted from the travel demands. Leading by example is understanding that as a top player, you have a responsibility to set a standard and push your teammates to follow along.

That can be especially challenging when you’re not in the playoff picture — you have to help keep the team’s mindset healthy and morale high even amid chaos and waning playoff odds.

“A lot of it’s mental,” said Horvat. “To bring that mindset every day and always have a smile on your face no matter how it’s going is the biggest thing — not showing your teammates that it sucks coming to the rink. Every day you should be excited to come to the rink and working your bag off.

Hughes is definitely earning that kind of respect.

“He’s not really a young guy anymore to us,” said Miller. “The amount he wants to win is impressive and he really, really cares. Just the way he plays on a nightly basis, very rarely does he not perform. And it doesn’t mean getting points and all that. You’re a sponge, you pay attention to the guys that play consistent hockey, play to win and that’s him.”

Hughes has played well this season but he hasn’t quite been at his apex form. He looked banged up early in October when he had some struggles and with the chaotic environment around him, there are details in his game to sharpen. But what’s going to separate him over the long run is his insatiable thirst to level up.

“He says: ‘I can do better, I can do better,'” said Boudreau. “For him, there’s no ceiling in that he is driven to be as good as he can be.

“It’s a built-in desire, the way-you’re-made type thing. Some guys are just happy to be here. Some guys want to be better than everybody in the league. Usually, when you look at the stars, that’s who you’ve got.”

#quinn hughes #short king #vancouver canucks #i love him so muuuuuch #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl players #nhl2022-2023

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