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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months

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How about something about being a very soft and feminine person, strong independent in their own way, with Mizu. I like to think she is joins the party and acts as the “woman” for the group, and she just genuinely is a good person. I just want to see Mizu with someone who just cares about them.

This was way too long and whatever else you wanna call it.

‘You’ll die.’ Mizu puts bluntly.

‘I don’t care. I’m coming with you whether you like it or not.’ You shrugged, mind made up as you already have packed your essentials for the departure overnight.

Mizu closed their eyes, sighing deeply through the nose before opening their eyes once more to look directly at you with their usual stare. ‘I won’t be held responsible if you were killed unawares.’ They said but the fire of excitement and adventure within your eyes hasn’t faltered once.

Mizu can only wonder how they attract people of similar natures in one way or the other to trail after them like a little horde of stubborn ducklings; A question they’ll couldn’t quite find the answer for.

You have been prone to leave Mizu perplexed since your first met after healing them of their wounds after a particularly heinous fight. Your soft touches and kind encouraging words brought about uncertain feelings within Mizu. Making them feel as though they have somehow ventured off into unfamiliar territory, immediately sending them to act out in self defensive tactics.

Constantly looking over their shoulder, hand clutching at the hilt of their sword, ears and eyes honing in on every snaps of branches and the rustling of bushes, waiting for a potential ambushes or ransacking attempts. Anything that would put their life in any and all levels of risk.

Mizu found themself in a battlefield they weren’t well versed in whenever your face shone with a bright smile upon seeing them in the mornings, presenting them with the clothes they’ve entrusted to you to sew up the worn and torn fabric, seeing as how only you were the one with the tools and the experience for the job. Or how you would often help fix up breakfast for everyone but always end up making yours last, when Mizu asked about this, you just shrugged and told them that you’d rather survive off of scraps if it meant others having full, warm and satisfied bellies.

Mizu only scoffs at this, not thinking too much into your words, but their sharp eyes would immeditly notice the difference in the amount of food you gave them before looking at your own proportions; which was enough to satiate your hunger for the time being but it was obvious that you gave larger portions of food to them. Their eyes would soften somewhat at the gesture, knowing that your words were more than just words, only to harden afterwards when catching you given them frequent side glances.

You would also patch up reopened words that were in harder to reach for Mizu or Tiagen to get to by themselves , much to Mizu’s dismay at the thought of being in such a vulnerable and open position for sabotage. However under your watchful eye, Mizu had learnt over a long period of time to put their trust into you and your seemingly never ending well of talents.

‘Stop doing stuff that’ll only reopen your wounds,’ you scolded, finishing sealing up the last of Mizu’s wounds with a final stitch. ‘I’m staring to run out of thread and alcohol to disinfect the needle with the rate you and Taigen are going at!’ You added, putting your hands on your hips like a disappointed parent.

‘If it displeases you so much to waste resources, then why bother healing me in the first place.’ Mizu responded straightforwardly as they slowly refitted their clothing on their body whilst trying not to reopen any wounds as to not waste the effort you put into putting them back together again. You huffed, knowing that Mizu was still a little on edge with you and the kindness you went out of your way to give them.

You didn’t blame them for being the way they were and only accepted this as their way of acting the only way they knew how and went to sit down next to them, remembering to keep some distance for keep Mizu from unwarranted contact. ‘It’s not the resources that I’m worried about. It’s you.’ You admitted, seeing Mizu look at you from the corner of your eye, looking as though they weren’t expecting that type of response to come from your mouth. That reaction only hurt your heart knowing that a concerning about of people lacked empathy towards their fellow man. It genuinely disgusted you at how easy it was for them to show you their back the moment you’ve outgrown your usage.

‘Me? Why?’ Mizu asked.

You chuckled humourlessly. ‘Is it a sin for me to be concerned about you? To worry about you whenever you come back from where ever you wander off to, suddenly unable to stand on your own two feet without collapsing from immense blood loss?’ Mizu reminded silent and so you took that as a sign to continue. ‘Am I expected to just stand there and not do anything? I’m sorry but I’d rather wast every resource I own on you because if it meant bettering your chances of survival, even if by a margin, then I’d do anything to make that possibility into a guarantee.’ You finished with a smile before getting up to your feet and leaving the room to give Mizu privacy and time to process your words.

Meanwhile Mizu was back to feeling those foreign emotions. They weren’t use to someone caring for them to the extent that you did, not without wanting something in exchange but Mizu noticed that you haven’t even once asked for anything in return for making them breakfast, sewing up their clothes, gifting them sharping stones for their sword nor patching up their wounds. All you did was take care of them and their every needs, so much so that they felt a weird warm within their chest at the memory of your bright smile that you gave them after everything.

You were sweet and soft but strong, firm in your beliefs and posses a strong independence. A true diamond in the rough in regard to everything they’ve bore witness to since childhood. Your attitude towards them was an extreme contrast to everyone else’s, it often caught Mizu off guard in the odd occasion but it wasn’t until now did Mizu come to realised how much their body ached to be tended and cared for by someone like you. They’ve persevered through the hardships they’re forced to call life and bore the scars of said hardships in a multitude of places upon their body, both new and old.

Mizu was use to being alone but now that you entered their life, they were starting to think that they don’t wanna be alone anymore but was a tad hesitant to make the first move on their own accord. If Mizu was grateful for one thing in life, it was the fact that you were in it and by their side for the indefinite future.

#blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu imagines #mizu imagine #blue eye samurai imagine #blue eye samurai imagines #Netflix

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bird-inacage · 9 months

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Love in the Air Locations | (Sky's Arc) as told through Sky's Bed

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3)

This final gifset is where we really see a major change in Sky, most notably his healing towards happiness.

9 - Sky wants to be close to Prapai. Sky's feelings are becoming increasingly hard to ignore. Despite Prapai being the subject of his inner conflict, his knee-jerk reaction is still to find comfort in him. The way Sky gingerly crept beside him felt reminiscent of what a young child would do in a thunderstorm. This time Sky sleeps facing toward Prapai, which is his own small gesture of surrender. 'I do need you and I do appreciate you.' Another detail I enjoy is how Prapai treats Sky's dorm like a second home too. He slept in Sky's bed as if he also lives there which emphasises a sense of regularity. This is becoming a 'shared space' and not just 'Sky's space'.

10 - Sky and Prapai make love in his bed. Their first time together was on Prapai's 'turf' and was very much instigated by him. Their second time is in Sky's bed, and instigated by Sky. The reversal is really important as it demonstrates Prapai's priority to put Sky's comfort first (which includes progressing at a pace he agrees with, in a space he feels safe, responding as and when he feels ready). When the wind initially tried to 'force' its way in, Sky only held up more resistance. When you give someone breathing room, they will let down their walls by choice.

11 - Sky being open about himself. Sky willingly starts offering information about himself and his past to Prapai, probably for the first time in the entire series. Sky is happy, he's animated, he's keen and eager to finally share himself with the person he now loves. They've made a safe place that belongs to just the two of them. Somewhere Sky can be himself without any fear, worry or doubt.

12 - Sky calls Prapai when he feels scared. Sky's nightmares still persist. Prapai can't be physically by his side at all times, however Sky now has a direct line if he's ever afraid. Sky has learnt that it's okay to lean on someone, to be needy, to reach out to the person who will support you no matter what. Sky's candidness and honesty about being vulnerable is a huge sign of recovery. He doesn't have to shoulder and cope with things alone. He knows he can cry out for help, because he's aware Prapai will always respond.

13 - Sky and Prapai as a happy and healthy couple. The final scene that features these two in Sky's bed is incredibly sweet. By this point in the series, Sky has completely invited Prapai in and embraced him fully as Sky. The true Sky. Prapai makes him happy. Prapai makes him laugh. Prapai is his now and his future. There's hope.

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #LITA mini meta #prapaisky #paisky #fortpeat #peat wasuthorn #sky x prapai #fort thitipong #have i mentioned that i LOVE writing about them?

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jamiedc-they-them · 8 months

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Family (Platonic)

This one is a bit long!!! Nimona was so good, and meant so much to me! Wanted to do this as soon as I saw the film and have finally completed it! Just a quick warning, story contains some mentions of self doubt over lgbt identity, some mentions of Suicidal Ideation, and I think that is all (if I have forgotten anything, please let me know!!!). All my love to my lgbt siblings with everything going on right now <333 you matter so damn much! And this film coming at a time like this (and even more so after I learnt about the author of the graphic novel!) is everything!

Also, all my love to the WGA and SAG-AFTRA, keep fighting the good fight!!! I wouldn’t be here writing this (or really any fanfic) without your incredible writing and work! <333

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Nimona and Y/N are not siblings by blood, but choice, friendship, and loyalty. They find that support and acceptance in each other; but, when they catch wind of a knight who is just has hated as them, they see an opportunity to find someone else to add to their family.

If you had parents, you didn’t know them.

You just remembered always being out in the streets, just about standing by.

You never stole, you just took whatever left others you either found, or were given out of sympathy.

Pity did get you a long way, you had to admit.

People felt sorry for you, but then did nothing else to help you.

While it hurt, it never really put a chip on your shoulder. There was nothing anything you could do anyway. You couldn’t fight. You didn’t have a lot of strength in you.

One time, a group of people decided to leverage that. People like you; left behind and given nothing but scraps. Instead of coming together, however, they saw you as a weak link; something to blame for their issues and lot in life.

Just when you thought that would be it for you, someone called out. The pain stopped, but even if it lingered. You weren’t hit again. Your hearing was fuzzy, eyesight blurry.

You blacked in and out a few times.

When you came to, you are on a couch. You hear someone humming. You sit up, slowly, and see a girl around your age cooking.

“Oh, hey!” She says, turning back to you with a smile on her face, “don’t worry about those guys,” she assures you, “I took care of them.”

She seems almost proud.

Still, you just feel good that they’re gone now.

“You can have some of this, if you want,” she says, gesturing to her food.

“I don’t…I don’t want to be a burden,” you say.

You hear a growl, and see a red tiger in front of you, baring it’s teeth, “who said that?” She demands.

“No one really. Just…just the vibe, I guess?”

You look down, subconsciously; the girl seems to notice this, only watching you as you scramble to find the words you need. Then —

“I’m sorry…for not – for not knowing anymore. Could use someone like you out there.”

You feel something on your leg. Looking down, you see a red cat, rubbing itself on your leg. It looks up at you, before jumping on the couch.

“It’s not your fault, kid,” the cat says, “we’ll find them.”

You stroke the cat again. You feel safe. Sure, it’s a talking cat, but the cat was a girl a minute ago. You’ve seen what the world can hold magic wise. You know different things exist. Some people thrown out for all sorts of things they can’t control; this is that for her.

“‘We’?” You echo back to her, as she changes back to her redheaded form, arms crossed with a smirk on her face.

“Hell yeah, us!” She says, arms now up in the air, “we can watch each others back! Like a –“ her eyes light up, “like a sidekick!”

Something in your eyes brighten; something in hers soften, slightly.

They both do that a bit more as your smile widens, “ok then, where do we start?”

“Well, how about names?” She says, but there’s excitement in her eyes, “I’m Nimona!” She says, holding her hand out.

“I’m…” you say, holding out your hand and then pausing, “oh…”

She seems to catch onto what you mean, “I have a bunch of lists of names if you want to look?” She offers.

You nod, eagerly, and she fetches it – throwing some other items over her shoulder while she looks. She presents it to you. It’s a massive scroll that unfurls, “take your pick!” She says, arms outstretched to it like a ‘ta-da’ like pose. She’s proud of it.

You do pick one, even if it takes a bit of time. Still, you find one that works for you:

Y/N.

“Had a feeling you’d like that one,” she says, “I like it!”

You smile again. She does too, even if hers looks a bit like a snarl in a way; seems she’s already thinking of the damage you’ll do together. For you though, it’s about not being alone anymore.

You do get up to trouble. A lot of trouble. You paint art on walls; you play pranks on the guards so you can get somewhere – or sometimes just for fun.

Nimona’s ability to shapeshift is so damn cool. Internally, she feels a spark of happiness she hasn’t felt in a long time at your genuine acceptance and awe of her ability.

She, in turn, helps you find yourself as well. Your style, clothing wise. She notes things that make you uncomfortable as well. Sometimes that leads to deep chats; like the one you have about your lack of care for anything to do with sex or romance, or gender norms.

All she has to say to that is, “metal. Norms are for losers, anyway. I mean, end of the day, you’re Y/N, and I’m Nimona. That’s all that matters.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s something small or major that changes identity wise, her words are always the same and always true.

Her loyalty to you is the same as yours is to hers. You’re always defending her – despite her not always needing it – and backing her up in fights.

You always assure her she has you. You see her moments of vulnerability. Where the mask sort of drops. She always appreciates it. As while she’s not like you in the way of comforting people, she tries to learn from your softness and comforting manners.

You’re all each other have. At least, for a while anyway. You see the news of the manhunt for a man who killed the queen. Someone almost as hated as you are.

Nimona looks to you, and you know what your best friend is thinking.

So, you track him down. She does the talking; though at one point Ballister does look at you and seem to start implying you’re a monster to, and says, “hey, don’t look at them. Look at me,” he complies as he sees you looking around his room. You’re a curious thing.

“What — um, who are…?”

She raises an eyebrow, “they,” she starts, “are Y/N. My best friend and partner in crime and all things evil,” she then leans forward, “and I’m Nimona.”

“Yes…but, what does that mean?” He asks, trying not to piss her off. In his mind, scared he’ll become one of her – he’s sure – many victims.

A smirk appears on her face as she answers, “whatever we want it to mean.”

“Right. Yes. Ok,” he says, “that’s understandable.”

He sees you fiddling with one of his spare arms, “please be careful with that!” He says in fear. You put it back carefully, backing away from it. Nimona raises an eyebrow, letting you handle this. She knows you’re tougher than you look. Don’t get her wrong, you look better now; both a bit more comfortable in your own skin, but also decently fed.

“What is that?” You ask.

“Oh…it’s one of my spares. Just an old prototype I guess, for this,” he says, gesturing to his arm.

“Hm,” you say, looking at it and then the old version, “it’s always nice to have a spare.”

“Like a sidekick!” Nimona says, adding it one to try and persuade the knight – or ex-knight you guessed.

“No, no! Those things do not match!”

“Oh, come on!” Nimona snaps at Ballister. You just watch the interaction go on. She’s always been a stubborn one.

Still, he leaves on his own. You sigh, looking to your friend, “come on,” you say, opening the door to go to where he will end up.

“Ok, kid. You ok with a quick flight?” Nimona asks you as you look at the scale of the building. It’s intimidating; that, and heights were never your thing.

You gulp, “y-yeah.”

“Alright!” She says, happy you’re trying to put yourself out there more.

So, up you go. Despite the fact that she can shapeshift, she keeps you in mind as well as you sneak into the cells section. You do, however, keep watch, letting her go into the cell and break Ballister out the old fashion way – and the way she more enjoys, violently punching the release.

In the closet, you help keep it closed, finding more items. Out of the two, you’ve always been the more resourceful one.

She gives you a single look after Ballister makes his promise. You know what she’s going to do, so you just pull Ballister back a bit as Nimona shifts once again.

Having had some close calls and only gotten away via her shifting, you’re able to stay on better than Ballister, though you do help him when you can reach him. As for you and Nimona, however, you’re pretty much in synch with each other.

However, then comes the need for an exit. You know Nimona can fly, but she can’t hold both of you. So —

“I’ll lead them away,” you say, not allowing anyone to stop you as you take off in the opposite direction.

“Y/N, no! Come back!” Nimona calls out to you. She knows you are quick on your feet, but this is a bad place to try to be. Don’t get her wrong, she’s having fun causing havoc, but now what she might gain in a boss, she may lose a friend. She won’t do that.

Still, nothing she can do. Boss comes first.

So, off she goes, getting them both to the floor.

“Do you see them?” Nimona asks; and he hears the concern in her voice. She’s violent, but cares a lot. He respects that. Despite being surround and fighting, he tries as much as he can to keep an eye out for you.

“There!” He shouts, pointing up before dodging another strike.

Nimona turns as well, smirking, but concern still in her eyes as she sees you near a ledge. You don’t even think about it, you just jump.

So, with the wings once again, she flies upwards, dodging any attacks, before catching you and bring you down to the ground.

You both roll, before joining the Frey once again. You’ve never been as good in fights as her, but your agility and quick thinking does help. Nimona goes more aggressive once she sees Ballister in trouble. You go around some of the guards to help, but you’re taken down too.

That’s only enrages her further.

After you escape, you both start to bond with him. And, he seems a bit more at ease with you both now. You did break him out after all. So, he lets you help. Being a bit more open to ideas.

You all get down to the subway, seeing your wanted images. Somehow, you had never been photographed, so you were just a question mark. Seemed fitting, in a way, you guessed.

“Hm, no,” your best friend says, looking from you to the question mark you, “I don’t see the semblance.”

You roll your eyes, and she just giggles to herself. Ballister watches you both, eyes softening slightly at your genuine friendship and connection.

On the subway, he asks you guys, “so, how long have you both known each other?”

You share a look; her’s is asking if you want to say it, and also asking if you are ok with it being said; yours is the same.

You both shrug. She goes first with her tale, using it to make fun of Ballister.

He still seems a little disturbed by her ability to shift, even asking her to go back a to the ‘normal’ version of her. You both raise eyebrows at him. Sure, he tries to cover up by saying that it’s for other people, and not him, but you don’t exactly buy it.

“Are some of your best friends, ‘normal’?” You say, having heard that before with some people trying to cover up their hatred for you by saying that they know others. It’s bullshit.

“What? I — I, no… No, that’s not what I meant —“ he says, trying to correct his error.

“Too late,” you say, folding your arms, looking away.

Nimona changes back to her human self, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I, uh, I’m sorry,” Ballister says. You keep looking away.

“Boss means it, Y/NN,” Nimona says, squeezing your shoulder a bit.

Ballister goes to say something else, but Nimona only holds up a hand. He nods, knowing that this is your moment. You need your own breather.

After a moment, you look up at him, seeing his eyes holding a genuine guilt to it. And a plead to make this all better. It’s the first time someone other than Nimona has looked at you. Like a person. A friend, maybe even.

You look at your best friend, the only person you’ve ever been able to call family, and she gives you a smile. You mirror it, putting your hand on top of hers.

“Thanks, Nim,” you say softly.

She removes her hand, before nudging you with her arm, “course, squirt. You and me, right?” She says, holding out her pinky finger. You link yours to hers.

“You and me. Nimona and Y/N.”

“And that’s all that matters.”

Ballister smiles. Then a thought comes to him about the question he asked but didn’t get answers to.

“Are you guys siblings?”

You look at each other again, and nod in sync.

“Closest we’ll ever get to it.”

“That’s cool,” he says, “seriously. Having a friend is…it must be nice.”

Again, you share a look; your journeys have been rough, and you’ve saved each other more times than you can count, but he’s right.

Nimona changes to a small boy, and you smile at her comment of “I am today,” before she goes off to do her part of this hastily cobbled together plan.

Ballister notices your look, “what’s wrong?”

“Just…it’s weird.”

Ballister chuckles, but not in a mean why; more surprise than anything else, “can’t be, especially not compared to my day so far.”

You nod, only really half listening. But, the words come out of your mouth before you can stop them, “I don’t…I don’t feel a fit in with…all this,” you say, pointing to him and then a random woman across the road, “and Nim…she’s fluid with it, you know? Labels don’t really matter to her. I like them. But…I can’t find the right ones. We do our names, and it works and it…I mean, it’s a statement and I love that, really. I just — I don’t know.”

“We’ll find it,” he says, not catching himself on the first word, “trust me, from what I’ve seen of Nimona, she’d burn it all down for you to find it.”

“We’ve taken up too much time,” you say, clearing your throat, gesturing for him to follow you, as you watch the man Nimona was – well, once distracting, but now chasing, went around the corner, “sorry.”

You don’t give him time to say anything back in return, you just take his hand and lead him out into the street once again, trying to find a getaway.

He recognises someone; the one with the punchable face? Maybe, you can’t quite remember. Either way, Ballister is terrified.

He hastily gets you into the vehicle with him, but you do see Nimona with a giddy smile as she shuts the boot.

Then, off you go, though Nimona does call out to you to get down.

With nothing but blind luck, you make it to an alley way. Ballister freaks out at Nimona being hurt, but she doesn’t show it hurts that much. You’re sure it does, but not as much as what is going on inside of her. You sit on the boot of the vehicle as they talk, though they do make their conversation loud enough to make you feel included.

You watch with soft eyes at the interaction, and how Nimona describes it all. When she jumps down when saying “I just wouldn’t be me,” she puts a hand on your leg too, “just like they wouldn’t be them.”

She then nudges you, “go on, bud,” she says softly, gesturing over to the bench, “go have your lil session. I’ll stay with this guy,” she says, jumping up on the boot, legs swinging.

Silently, you go over to Ballister. He looks at a cut on your arm. You aren’t entirely sure when you got it, but he does what he can to clean it.

“May I try ask again how you met?”

“Sure,” you say, looking to Nimona, she nods, encouraging smile in tow, “not the greatest of origin stories. I was always a street rat,” a crumbled up piece of paper hits your head, thrown by your best friend, “Was just always out on the streets. Never remembered anything from before. Guess either I was abandoned by parents dying, or they just left me.”

Ballister pauses, looking at you with sympathy. Nimona’s eyes are casted down to the floor. Like noted before, your lives weren’t easy, even if you had each other. The chaos was always fun, when you guys controlled it. Rebellion was something you both loved, but you were always focused more on survival than rebellion; even though you tried.

“I’m so sorry.”

You give him a sad smile, “I have my moments where…” you drift off. Nimona’s eyes shoot right up to your figure. She knows where your thoughts are going.

“Your parents were either unlucky, or bad people,” she says, “if it’s the latter, then they lost out on someone awesome.”

“Thanks, Nim.”

“No, she’s right,” Ballister says in support, “you’re a sweet, kid. You’re loyal, and kind.”

“But I don’t know who I am.”

“Well, if it helps, I thought I liked girls when I was around your age,” you chuckle softly at that after he does.

“I don’t think I want that from anyone,” you admit. Nimona smiles, glad you feel safe enough to say it. It’s your own small rebellion; she can’t be prouder of you, even muttering out a small ‘hell yeah’ under her breath.

“That’s cool,” Ballister says; you scrunch your eyes brows up slightly, not expecting him to say that, “we want what we want from life. And…if I may ask, about the other thing?”

“…I – I don’t…I don’t think ‘he’ or ‘she’ fit me. I mean,” you look to Nimona in self consciousness, “I know that’s swapping one label for another, but —”

“Labels can help us find a home in ourselves,” she says, wisely. Ballister looks to her, seeing her gaze soft as she continues, “sometimes they change. But, as long as it’s your choice on it changing, then it’s all cool with me.”

You nod, but Nimona catches the slight guilt in your eyes. She hops off the boot, approaching you as Ballister finishes his work on the cut – having only resumed it after your addition, “I always said I’ll tell ya as many times as you need. And I don’t mind, really,” she says, putting an arm on your good shoulder, “you’re my little buddy. My best friend. You’re Y/N, and who that is may shift and change, but you’re still you at the core of that.”

Emboldened by your friends and the feeling of safety to be honest, you look to the man in the boot, “shall we?”

The two look to the man, who then speaks. Saying he’s happy for you all, but now really just wants to be let go.

“Oh, yeah,” your best friend says, cracking her knuckles.

You get the video evidence that’s you need. This is it, your boss – and maybe even friend at this point – can be free. Sure, it pisses you both off at his want to still believe in this system – this system that is built to hate people like you – but you still go with him. Nimona says she’s in it because everyone hate’s Ballister too; and yes, that is part of your reasoning too – you guys aren’t alone anymore. But…if you’re honest with yourself, it’s mainly the latter part to that. To find your crew, you go by your labels and accept you fully.

The plan goes well, and you all escape together this time. Ballister holding you as you fly away.

“Why didn’t we think of this the first time?” You shout over the wind.

“We’re not very smart!” Nimona says with a chuckle.

“You have your moments, though?” Ballister asks, cheekily.

You both laugh this time, “seems so!” You say in sync.

Back at Ballister’s, the events of everything, including another brawl - this time you were more successful - though Ballister was almost taken in but you guys won, and feeling of safety, allows you to sleep soundly for once. Nimona runs a hand through your hair, head in her lap. Ballister puts a blanket over her.

“Don’t wake them, Boss,” is all Nimona says, quietly.

Ballister chuckles quietly, “I won’t, don’t worry,” he assures, before going to his computer.

Nimona soon falls asleep herself.

When Ballister meets with Ambrosius, nothing on your past comes up. Ambrosius is question on it, and says, “I’m sorry, Bal. I really am. I think that (he/she) —“

“They,” he interjects.

“Ok, sorry, yes,” Ambrosius says, correcting himself, “I think they may of met Nimona and been taken down a path. But,” he reaches out and takes Ballister’s hands in his own, “you can stop this. You can save them. We can.”

When Ballister comes back, Nimona seemingly has a sixth sense about this. She wakes up, happy, but slightly on edge when she sees the look on his face. Carefully, she removes herself from you.

“What are you?” Ballister seethes.

“We aren’t doing this here,” Nimona says, moving to the back of the couch, as if a shield.

“Answer me.”

“You aren’t dragging them into this,” she says, a fiery protectiveness in her gaze, “do you know how much they’ve been –“

“How much as done because of you?” That stings, she won’t lie, “you drag them around with you into your schemes. They’re an innocent pers-“

“Exactly,” Nimona says, keeping her voice quiet, but letting the anger still roll through her words, “so, if you wanna blame someone, which you oh so apparently do, then blame me, ok?”

“What’s going on?” You say, slurred as you still adjust to the world. You blink a few times, before slowly sit up on the sofa. You turn to your friends, and both have angry looks on their faces, “what’s wrong?”

“Gloreth,” Ballister says, “the darkness she was fighting to keep out? It was her,” he says, ripping the bandaid off instantly.

You look to Nimona, eyes wide, but not filled with fear, just shock.

“Y/N…” Nimona says, seemingly only seeing what she wants to.

“Nim,” you say, taking her hands in your own, “it doesn’t matter,” despite the reassurances, her mind is already made up. Those voices that she’s kept at bay for herself, and help you fight – and you have returned the favour in both small and large ways – are back in full force. You can see it on your friend…on your sister’s face. It pains you to no end.

“Get away from her, Y/N,” Ballister advices.

“No,” you say, firmly.

“Y/N, please…” you hate how her voice cracks a bit, looking at you.

“Hey, what was it you always said? We’re all we’ve got. You and me, yeah?”

“Don’t you understand what she is. She’s a —”

“No,” you spit, looking to Ballister, who is a bit taken aback, “it doesn’t matter. It matters who she really is. She’s Nimona. Just like I’m Y/N, and you’re Ballister. You’re the ex-knight. I’m the street rat, and Nimona is the reason this broken system was made in the first place.”

“It’s not broken,” Ballister says, running a hand through his hair.

“It always has been!” You shout, he jumps, “don’t you get that? Someone framed you for power. That power is used to make people like me hate themselves. It turns people against each other. It tears people apart, and you still support it!”

“Because it keeps us safe from monsters who want to destroy it!” He can’t stop the words as they tumble out. But, as soon as he sees you both flinch, he wants to take it back.

Nimona runs first, and as you go to follow, you pause at Ballister’s door, “you know, I really thought you’d be different,” the words strike him just like Ambrosius’ sword did. Then, you’re gone.

He slams his hand onto the table, swiping objects away. One gets his attention, that old arm he’d made. The spare. The useful spare. The one that got him through a lot before this better one.

Sure, he knew the metaphor didn’t completely work, but you were curious being. You just wanted to find safety, and Nimona just wanted to find that as well. You were both just looking for love in a world that hid it from you because of who you were.

He remembered when he first came out, how it was rocky. You were both young (sure, Nimona was old in terms of this story of her, but she was a young girl in physical form) and your lives had been several levels below rocky.

You and Nimona were all you had. He…god he realises, he was part of that too. For a moment, they let someone else in. Let someone else be a lifeline.

The words he’d said…he could see on Nimona’s face when she looked at you that something had changed in your dynamic as soon as he said it. She looked at you like she was a poison, and there was no antidote. He always remembered your words, about how at the beginning you would…oh, oh he knows what you mean now by what you wanted to do.

That pain because you couldn’t be free; you couldn’t completely be you. Oh no. Oh god.

He finds his sword. The thing that started him on this path. A path that led him to you both. Two spirited, loyal people.

He then feels the ground shake. He looks to the tv. He knows who that is. He knows who is on one last run.

“Good Gloreth,” he says, before running out of the door, just hoping that he isn’t too late. That he can make this right. As right as he can, anyway.

As for you, you try all you can to get Nimona’s attention, and she only flies away. God, you hate it; you’ve never really been out to this part of the walled off city before. You don’t know where she would go. You go to the town. There’s an abandoned building you went to one time when at a low. Nimona saved you that day, flying up to you and sitting with you. It must’ve been hours, but she managed to get you down and home. Sure, that location changed. But Nimona was a constant. She was family. She was home. She was security; always there for a pep talk or defence. You were always there with a plan or a way out. She’d always follow them, executing them to a T. You just worked.

You affirmed each other. Any doubts you’d talk about. You’d clean swap clothes, steal some if they didn’t fit or felt wrong. Tag areas with different names, but the same style so everyone knew it’s was you.

You feel a rumble as you reach the top of the building. A dark, shadowy creature, makes its way into town. Stomping over things, but not hitting anything. The only time it does is when it’s shot, screeching out in pain as it falls down.

You know who it is. You recognise a part of the scream.

It’s Nimona.

You look down the building, a hell of a drop. You see more of the flying vehicles going for her. Quickly, you do some calculations. You take a few steps back. Don’t get yourself wrong, you’re not in the healthiest of mindsets right now. If you miss, it’s a big drop, and then…well, whatever comes next. But, you have to try this. You have to try and protect your family as best you can. So, counting down quickly, you run.

You jump.

You land right on one of the vehicles. The guard is too shocked to really do anything. So, you push him with all your might, and he falls, but catches himself. You just focus on the controls of this thing. Not that many. It’s simple, but effective. It works.

So, despite some near crashes, you sort of get the hang of this thing. You use it to shoot at the attackers hurting Nimona. Some fire back at at you, others dodge and keep going at this person they decided needs to be put down for the benefit of the people.

You try your most, even get lucky, but there’s a lot of carnage going on; all their own doing.

You see, however, what Nimona is making a bee line for. The sharp end of a sword that was pointed at her so long ago.

You race forward, not even noticing your previous guard friend managing to climb back up. He wrestles with you for the controls. Once again sending you pretty much into things. However, he then pulls the breaks, but catches you before you fall. He’s not looking at you now, he’s looking at Nimona, who is stood in front of the sword, white, beating heart out.

“NO!” You cry, sending the vehicle forward once again. You get to the sword, jumping off it. The guard tries to stop you, but just misses.

“Stop —“ he calls. But, a new voice stops him.

“They’re with me!” Ballister, “they’re with me.”

He looks at you; so many apologies and silent words being sent at you at once.

You nod, “later,” you say, before running to save your sister. He follows. You both hold her back. She looks down at you.

Ballister apologises to her as well. She looks to you.

“Please don’t,” is all you can say, “I need my sister. I need my sister,” you say, repeating it as your tears finally leak.

She changes back, and you both catch her. She looks a mess, beaten to high hell, but alive.

“I love you too,” she says to you as the three of you hug. You pull back, looking at her with elation -she’d always shown it, never said it; but you did always, sort of selfishly, wanted to hear her say it – and she chuckles tiredly and brings you into a hug of just the two of you, “I need my sibling in my life too. Besides, you rebelled completely against them,” she says, having seen you on the roof and your stunt, “guess I could do something a bit different, yeah?”

You chuckle, tightening the hug. It feels right. Like pieces of a puzzle coming together. Ballister joins, and it mostly feels complete.

A hug of a family. Of people who love and accept each other.

People soon start running again, and you all see a giant cannon aimed directly at you all. You all look at the citizens, knowing it will hurt them as well.

“No –“ you say, looking to Nimona, knowing what she is planning.

She smiles, however; her mind is mind up.

She kisses you on the forehead, “I love you,” she mumbles, before giving Ballister a wink, “take care of them for me, Boss.”

“Nimona,” Ballister says, trying to stop her. To try find another way.

However, “we know I’m fast enough to stop that thing,” she says, “and we’re wasting too much time. I get to punch someone with a punchable face, like really hard,” she then looks back to you, and sees you about to break again, “hey,” she says, cupping your face in her hands, “I’ll always be here,” she puts her hand on your chest, “you’ve got this. You’re gonna build a new, better, world.”

With that, she turns into a phoenix, and flies right into the cannon. The explosion rocks the wall, creating a massive gap in it. What does it show? It shows that the outside world is beautiful, that they had anything to fear. There is danger there, but also beauty. So much beauty.

Ballister and you go down to try and find Nimona, instead you only find red specs flying around.

You curl up into a ball, letting out sobs.

Ambrosius comforts Ballister, but saw how you were with the guardsman above. Granted in glimpses, but given your friendship with Nimona, your distrust of this system that he too is now questioning is understandable. So, he lets Ballister take his time before bringing you into a hug as you both cry for your fallen friend.

Some time passes, and you are all called heroes. You move in with Ballister, and your friendship rebuilds. He becomes this role model to you of perseverance and light. Softness and love. He becomes a sort of parental figure. He supports you when you stumble, and you do the same for him.

Ambrosius respects your boundries. He’s a nice person, even if you have your many issues with the system. He listens, like actually listens to them, and does what he can to set them right. He knows it will take time, but he knows you’ll appreciate the effort.

It’s slow going with him, but he is sweet. He’s kind. So, you are warming up to him. And he’s getting to know you. And, you do have to admit, him and Bal are sweet.

One day, when you’re in home alone, Bal and Ambrosius out on a date, you hear something. It’s like the wind, but that’s not possible as it’s a peaceful day. You then turn, seeing a glare of light. It gets brighter and brighter —

And then it stops. You lower your hand, and drop your bowl of popcorn. It doesn’t break, but the effect is there.

“Hey, champ,” you hear her say.

And you barrel right into Nimona’s awaiting arms. She chuckles, spinning you around before putting you back on the ground, “oh, look at you!” She says, turning your head with her hands, noting the subtle changes to your style and your looks, “you look so good!”

You chuckle, before going in for another hug. She hugs you back just as tightly.

She shuts her eyes, hoping to hold this moment in her mind forever; just as you are as well.

She pulls back, then looks to the TV, “what you watching, squirt?” She asks. You grab her hand, and pull her to it, hopping over it, which she mirrors on the other side, before now sharing the blanket with her and handing her the bowl and filling it up with more popcorn.

You hit play, and both watch the TV.

Bal comes back, and does a double take when he sees you both. It’s like a mirror version of the last time he saw you asleep on her lap, hand going through your hair again.

“Oh, hey, Boss,” she says, “just figured I’d pop in, say ‘hi’ and all that.”

Ballister can only laugh, tears of happiness forming in his eyes.

“Hi,” he says, holding his arms open.

“Hey,” she says, hugging him.

The family is complete.

Y/N and Nimona the siblings; and Balister and Ambrosius the parental/older siblings. The label isn’t exactly exact, but sometimes labels aren’t. They fluctuate.

But the love, just as the person, is still there. Still them. Still have all that love and hope inside of them.

Some people like labels, some don’t.

Either way, you all fit together. You all know what you are.

Family. And a family who aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

#nimona x reader #Nimona imagine #platonic reader #platonic reader insert #platonic imagine #Nimona x platonic reader #Nimona x platonic!reader #Nimona x Best Friend Reader #Nimona x Sibling Figure Reader #reader insert #Nimona Reader Insert

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ladymarycrawley · 11 months

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Winning memories - John Stones

Request: I’m just wondering u could do one w iris and aidan being older? like teens? + can you do a request based off todays trophy ceremony with John Stones and family please

Warning: none, just a lil something that came straight off my mind after this weekend’s events and I thought it would be nice putting these two requests together ✨

Tag list: @masonxomount @stonesyy @johnstonesfc, @prideofpd

(gif credits to @johnnstones )

Another season, another trophy for the supersonic team that is Manchester City. The third Premier League in a row arrived quite unexpectedly as Arsenal had been in the lead for almost the entire period but when the final victory sealed the verdict everything turned out to be marvellously amazing.

To say you were proud of your man didn’t give the exact idea of how he made your heart burst with joy and love. He and the little family you were creating were your everything to say the least, the reason behind your every smile and every sacrifice, big or small, life required.

The sparkle in his eyes and the cheerful smile on his face made all the sleepless, lonely nights you spent alone in your big bed without him tenderly snoring by your side worth it. Honestly it was hard not having him by your side whenever you needed him to help you with the everyday tasks such as doing the groceries or calming down your baby when she started crying inconsolably but if there was one thing you had learnt while growing up was to appreciate life day by day, without questioning future events that much; what will be will be.

So you tried to put aside all your worries to live the present moment to the fullest, standing there together with other players’ loved ones staring lovingly at John posing with his teammates as all of them wanted to take pictures with the trophy as they should, in order to have those celebratory moments impressed in everyone’s memory forever, not just in some camera roll.

The City defender turned his head to look for you as he wished nothing more than sharing that precious moment with the people he cared for most in life. He did all of that not only because playing football was a passion of his but also because he wanted to see that proud look in your eyes and that big smile on your daughter’s lips.

When his eyes met your figure amid the crowd he raised his hand, gesturing for you to join him.

After all that time together it still felt weird thinking about your life companion as some famous footballer so you still blushed and got rather shy in this kind of public situation.

“Dada!!” Your baby Iris left your hand to go and run towards her dad, whom she was so in love with, more than you if possible.

“Iris!” The pitch was really packed and you always feared your daughter might have found herself in some unpleasant situation you obviously wanted to avoid. But John was there, ducked with his arms out ready to take her and that motion reminded you you had nothing to fear as long as he was there to keep you safe.

You sighed as he took your baby girl in his arms, getting back up and holding her with his right arm only.

“Here’s my princess” John beamed, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she was waving towards uncle Ruben.

Being a spectator of their interactions was among your favourite activities: she couldn’t live without her hero, her prince charming and he couldn’t think of his life without his little, blue eyed princess.

You stood right next to him, your head laid on his shoulder.

“Don’t panic, I got her” He whispered against your forehead, referring to moments earlier where you got worried over your daughter letting go of your hand. “You don’t have to panic, you know I got her”

Panicking was definitely something you better had to avoid while being pregnant with your second child. That little secret made those moments even sweeter, as your belly was still flat and nobody had to know about that sweet news of yours yet.

John kissed your skin right where he whispered his reassuring words, bringing a genuine smile to your lips. You kissed his cheek in return while murmuring all your love for him, complimenting him for the big result he just achieved.

His fellow defender Rúben joined your company to say hello to your baby and to you. He was such a good guy and Iris loved playing with him, not to mention how that made John jealous sometimes.

The three of you stood there watching Iris playing with Kevin’s and Kyle’s children and you didn’t have the slightest intention to let go of John’s hand that was resting on your hip, using his arm as a support for your slightly aching back.

“You both look so cute in your jerseys, in my jersey to be fair”

He kissed your cheek “You look so damn hot in my jersey” He moaned in your ear, doing that on purpose just to tease you.doing it on purpose just to tease you.

“John”

"I can't even praise my most precious trophy, aka my wife?"

His cheesy words made you roll your eyes as he bit on his lower lip, lightly smacking your bum.

"Speaking of your jersey, I have something to give you at home"

He looked at you with a frown before wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

"Is it what I'm thinking about?"

"Wh - No, you perv. That's about your daughter"

John was still unaware of the special little present his baby girl made for him and you knew that moment would have been something you would have remembered for a long time…

"Well, at least my daughter didn't draw me with gray skin" He said looking at the drawing she gave him before going to bed, clearly referring to the drawing some children did of him and his other City teammates.

"She put you in your City jersey which is so similar to the original"

"Yeah…and what is this yellow thing here?"

"Erm…the sun? Oh no wait, she said it's a lion. It's for England"

"Ohh I see. She's as clever as her mother, I'm so lucky" He shook his head laughing as you playfully hit his arm.

"She surely is!"

"I'd really like to congrat her on her majestic work of art, what a pity she's sleeping"

"John Stones, if you wake her up I'll kill you"

"Oi okay, got it, don't get so aggressive"

You chuckled, resting your head against his chest, doing the same with your legs throwing them over his thighs.

"Did you turn the paper over?"

"Don't think so…why?"

"Do it"

John looked a bit confused but followed your instructions, seeing the letter you wrote him in cooperation with Iris.

"She can't write yet so I guess this is from you?"

"Not exactly, I just wrote about the endless love she has for her father"

"Mhh yeah sure"

"Read it and shut up" You giggled.

Iris just wanted to write something like "You're the best dad in the world xoxo" but I thought maybe scribbling down some more words would have been nicer.

I'm so proud of you (yeah, what an original thing to say to someone you love) but that's the truth: you make me proud every day, not just with the amazing milestones you're reaching throughout your career as a professional footballer but as a person too, as the man of my dreams who always makes sure we're doing alright.

You know it's hard waking up in the morning when you're not there with me, it's hard having to explain our little sunshine why her dad had to leave for a couple of days or a couple of weeks; it's hard comforting her when she screams your name looking for her favourite playmate that will never get tired of watching her signing the whole Frozen soundtrack on repeat, using words that didn't make it to the English vocabulary just yet.

Another hard thing for me is expressing my own feelings but you should know by now how much I love you, I'd be lost without you (another love sentence you've never heard of, I know). You’re an adorable, hot dork I couldn’t live without.

You make me a better person and I love it even when we argue (forget I said that) because it means you care and I care about you a lot as you're my everything, all the best I could've asked for in this crazy life”

While reading the letter to himself you could see John's eyes getting teary and you smiled when he searched for your hand to squeeze.

“Now enjoy all the celebrations for this amazing result you achieved for the third time in a row because we'll be here by your side celebrating the champion that you are, as we always do

We love you daddy, to the moon and back 💙❤️"

John got so emotional reading the whole letter he was at a loss for words, he needed some time to think about the right words to say.

"Aww are you crying? Or is there something in your eyes?" You joked with the biggest grin ever plastered on your face.

Your hand went to rest on his lower back to soothe him.

"Yeah, there's definitely something in my eyes"

You giggled, placing a peck on his covered shoulder first and on his cheek later.

A while passed from that moment that, as you imagined, you would cherish for years on end.

Iris was now a grown up baby - but still your baby - almost twelve and her brother Aidan - who was the size of a bean back then - was now ten so it felt as if a whole century had passed.

During one of your tidying sessions, you found that drawing Iris did together with your letter and couldn't help but shed a tear.

"Why are you crying?"

You turned in the direction of John's voice, smiling with gratitude. It was also thanks to him if you were living such a good life with your loved ones.

"I just found this letter, you know"

John took it to refresh his memory and smiled through the words.

"I'm gonna show this to Iris tonight and be the embarassing parent she hates me to be"

Your husband loved to be a tease and embarass your children, especially Iris who wasn’t a little girl anymore, but he would always say those were just acts of love.

You giggled, stretching out your arms to motion for him to help you up.

"You know she doesn't like it when we remind her of these things"

"I know, she's exactly like you"

“An adorable, gorgeous young woman?”

“Nope, more like a pain in gthe arse”

You scrunched up your face as he kissed your frown.

"But I love you no matter what" He retorted trying to save himself from your fury.

"Me too, Stonesy, even though you’re an embarrassing parent sometimes and a pain in the arse as well"

He rolled his eyes and smacked your bum.

"But I love you, every day more"

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vi-trying-to-survive · 1 year

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No One Else

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is fluff and only fluff :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Lockwood asked Y/N to stay with him for the night, which is not new, but she's tired of always running after him

A/N: This is basically a P2 to Couldn't Sleep 💖💖💖 It's a little short and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it but I hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are slow :') 💖💖💖 I hope you guys have a good day :) 💖💖💖

Also if you want to read it: Couldn't Sleep 💖💖💖

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She yawned and pulled the covers further up, covering her face. She pressed her face further into her pillow. The warmth was pulling her back to sleep. Wait, why was her pillow warm ? She blinked a few times, leaning up on her elbows. She grabbed aimlessly at the nightstand. Where was her hair-tie ? She turned to look around, the room was finally coming into focus. This wasn’t her room. She knew who's room this was. It happened again. She cursed under her breath, pressing the heel of her palm into her eyes.

Feeling something wrap around her waist, she turned to the left. Well at least one of the two of them was still having a good time. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy this, she did, but it hurt when they walked out and things went back to normal. She had told herself to break the pattern, more than once already, clearly this was turning out to be easier said than done. How was she expected to get over him when he always tugs her closer during a dangerous case and cuts the crust of her toast cause she doesn't like it. He really did look the most at peace when he was asleep. She sighed, pushing back the hair that had fallen over his forehead. How many more times would she find herself in this position before she finally learnt ? He begun to stir, she held her breath.

"Morning", he rubbed at his eyes.

She bit her lip, "Good morning".

He laughed, voice still gravelly in the morning, "Do you always stare at people in the morning ?". It seemed she had been caught. A heat rose to her face, she looked away.

She should say something witty she thought. "I um- I-", she frowned. Right, so this was not one of her best moments. Though she usually worked well under pressure, considering that her job involved getting rid of ghosts and avoiding death in general, this was one of those times where she did not.

"It's ok, it's sweet actually", he tilted her head back to his with a finger.

"Oh I-", she was suddenly aware of how close they were. An arm of his was still loosely circling her waist, their legs twisted together. Her heart was pounding and she was careful not to breath too loud. She wondered how insane she must look, her hair unbrushed and lines from sleep running across her face. Her racing mind was making this more and more mortifying. It would be best if she could suffocate herself right now.

"So, maybe we should talk about last night", he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I- I understand-", she untangled herself from him. The ache in her chest began to grow stronger, but she fought to ignore it. She sat up at the edge of the bed, making a terrible attempt to pat down her hair.

"Wait, where are you going ?", rising up quickly, he left the covers strewn by his feet. His eyes were wide with hurt and distress.

She found it hard to meet his eyes, "I- Lockwood please- Don't make me say it out loud".

"Say what ?", he was confused.

"Pretend that last night didn't happen", she sighed. How he always managed to put her in such a vulnerable state, was beyond her.

"I- I don't understand, why would I want that ?", he ran a hand through his hair, wincing.

She threw her head into her hands, "We always do this". She felt her eyes burn, but forced herself to not cry. This game that they played was getting harder and harder to go along with each time they did it. She didn't want to be trapped in this cycle if it always ended with her wounded and chasing after him like a lost puppy. It was becoming humiliating and she couldn't bear it any longer.

She groaned, "You always say we're just friends but every time I come running after you we act like more, I can't do that anymore"

"I- I know, and I'm sorry", for once he was turning away from her. She chewed at her fingernail. This was somewhat out-of-character, but she was not against it. She kept silent. Maybe for once he would give her the truth, instead of beating around the bush with flourishes and distractions.

He pressed his lips together, "It's just that I thought you could do better- Better than me".

Her stomach did a flip. Well this was unexpected, to say the least. How could he even think that ? For the longest time she had only been able to think of him. He was rash and careless, but she was able to look past that, and she liked what she saw. She could only wonder why that was difficult for him to comprehend. She shook her head grinning, "Why is it so hard to get through your thick skull, I don't want anyone else. I want you". She shifted close to him and ran her thumb across his cheek, he leaned into her touch.

"I- I want you too, if you can get past how big of an idiot I can be", he smiled.

"I think that can be arranged", she laughed. Clutching the collar of his shirt, she tugged him down to her, connecting their lips. He was soft and gentle, reacting quickly enough to thread his fingers through her hair, pushing her nearer to him. He smelt faintly of lavender and worn books. She felt breathless, but couldn't wrench herself from him, wishing that they could be closer.

He pulled away, "We should have done that much earlier". She giggled. Dragging her back onto the mattress, he wrapped them tightly in the blankets, so that they were face to face with their hands intertwined. He seemed content and so was she.

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agent-barnes40 · 5 months

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The Master

The Doctor & GN!Reader (Platonic)

Dhawan!Master x GN!Reader (Romantic)

60th Special "Wild Blue Yonder" and "The Giggle" spoilers, not Canon compliant, uncanon events happen. READER IS GN BUT AFAB (They will wear a Dress in this fic) READER ALSO HAS A GUN THROUGHOUT MOST OF THIS (Reader will not shoot, just hold it or put their hand on it)

Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff, suggestive

2,352 Words. This is a long one guys

You leaned against the wall, keeping eye on Wilfred. Your hand was resting on your gun, making sure no-one even stepped close to the old man. "Mr. Mott, I suggest we head back to UNIT soon. It seems The Doctor and Donna aren't arriving today."

"Nonsense, we stay just like we did yesterday." The old man said, turning to face you in his wheelchair. You had a soft smile on your face and nodded. "Of course, sir. I do suggest we leave before the fighting gets even worse."

Wilfred opened his mouth to speak and was cut off by the groaning and wheezing of the TARDIS. "I hope she finally learnt how to lift that parking break." You mumbled under your breath, shaking your head when Wilford looked toward you.

Donna stepped out of the TARDIS first, sending a grateful smile your way before running over to Wilfred to hug him as The Doctor stuck his head out and his gaze focused on Wilfred before he focused on you. "Nice to see you again, Doc." Donna looked at you and The Doctor, before you slid your hand away from your gun, holding your hands up. The man stepped closer to you and wrapped a hand around your forearm, an old look filled his eyes as you smirked. "Doc, I'm not associated with him anymore. I'm trying to make up the wrongs he and I committed."

Donna cleared her throat as you pulled your arm out of the Doctor's grip. "What is going on here?"

"Spoilers, Mrs. Noble." You said, looking down toward Wilfred. "Lets get you all to UNIT to explain what's going on. Rose, Shaun, and Sylvia are all safe at your house, Mrs. Noble. I've had Wilfred with me ever since the world started going to hell."

"I'll do it, I'll show him what the spike does." You volunteered, already pulling the Zeedex off of your arm and handing it to Melanie, the older woman shaking her head softly but letting you go. You took a deep breath as you handed your gun to Kate. You could feel the anger already starting to build up as you turned to face The Doctor.

The man tilted his head, watching as you wrung your hands together before your gaze fell into a glare. "You're the reason I'm this way, you realize that right?"

"No.." The Doctor responded, leaning on the desk watching as your face scrunched up like Missy's. "You showed me the stars and then showed me the most magnificent woman in the galaxy and then you let her and me almost die! You didn't even care when I showed back up with The Master! You didn't even think to ask what happened when I ran into his arms instead of yours when the Kasaavin showed up on that airplane! It was all "Don't worry Yaz! I'll keep you all safe!" When the only one that showed me compassion was the man you locked up for seventy years!" You started to yell and march up to him.

"You took him away and never ever apologized. You don't care about us when we leave you! Donna gets that treatment because you knew her before he came back into your life! The rest of us get tossed away if we've even been touched by him." You raised your arm up to slap him and instinctively fought against the UNIT soldiers, your co-workers, pulling you back and sliding the metal Zeedex onto your arm and you just sat on the floor, taking deep breaths.

Melanie walked over and sat down next to you, rubbing your arm. She knew everything, and so did everyone else in the room. You didn't hide your association with The Master and your displeasure at being left behind by both The Master and The Doctor, much like other older companions. You didn't move to say any apologies as you helped Melanie stand before you, yourself stood up and you scanned the room. The Doctor just stared at you. "Did you mean all that?"

"No, of course not. Its just the spike, Doc. Don't worry about it." You walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it softly. "I don't blame you for everything."

You heard the music and you immediately whipped around, that old hope of The Master suddenly showing up burning back up to the surface. The Doctor grabbed your wrist and shook his head. "Do not engage with him, understood?"

"So it is him? The Master?" You asked, the music getting even louder and that's when you saw the man teleporting all over and you followed his movements. They had the same flair The Master had and you couldn't even stop yourself. "You know The Master!"

The man smiled and winked before jumping down the newly formed trapdoor in the floor and The Doctor took off, sprinting and sliding across the floor to swipe at the petals covering the floor while you followed. "He knows him! That's another regeneration of him, isn't he?"

"He is the Toymaker and you will not go anywhere near him, understood." The Doctor ordered and you barely listened when you looked up and saw The Toymaker waving and you sprinted out of the room, the doors opening and you pointed a finger at the man on the Galvantic Beam.

"What did you do to The Master?" You called out, anger spiking even with the Zeedex on your arm. The Toymaker grinned even more and tilted his head, showing the shining gold tooth and the way to many teeth in his mouth.

"You could say that." The Toymaker said, shaking his head softly when The Doctor and the rest of the team came running out and The Doctor was pulling you back.

The billion-years old Time-Lord sent a look toward you before strutting into the fight. Donna had an arm wrapped around yours, keeping you in place.

~ The Toymaker folded up and you barely even noticed the golden tooth falling to the ground as you fought against Kate and Donna. You had been given hope that any incarnation of The Master, even Missy, would show up after The Toymaker was defeated and as you realized the two Doctor's looking your way, you let yourself turn, pulling yourself from Kate and Donna's grips before heading back into the interior of the tower, hearing the screams of the ball-pit balls and seeing the rose petals all over the floor. You started to pull the Zeedex off and placed it at the ground in front of the Vlinx. "These were genius, Vlinx. Thank you."

The being lightly tilted its head down in a bow. "No need to thank me."

"If anyone asks, let them know I headed home. I'm tired." You left the building, quicker than you ever have in your life, wincing at the sight of the bodies on the ground. You didn't notice the man starting to walk behind you, humming Rasputin. When you heard the song you just shook your head and sped up your pace, noticing how the person behind you also sped up. You put your hand close to your gun, the spike should've been gone long enough now so you wouldn't get jumped but you always aired on the side of caution after running around with The Master. You turned down an alley, hand slowly wrapping around the handle of your gun and slipping it out. You whipped around when you heard the footsteps and stilled. There he was, all in his Rasputin costume and your hands shook. "I know you aren't the Master, so please... Please drop the act and costume."

"Oh Love, did you really think I'd abandon you this long?" The man spoke, his eyes staring into yours and you instinctively closed yours. He let out a chuckle and stepped even closer and pressed a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin as you finally opened your eyes.

"Say my name again." The Master ordered, his voice soft and smiled at the deep breath you had to take.

"Hello, Master. I missed you." You whispered out, your eyes scanning his face as you slid your Glock back into its holster and you slid the hand up and onto the ridiculous beard on his face.

"When we get to my flat, you are shaving that off. I hated it on you." You knew you had started to tear up as you stared at him and a smile broke out on your face.

"But you liked my kisses with this beard right?" The Master asked, stepping closer and you let out a laugh.

"Only this one." And with that out of your mouth, the two of you pressed together, lips pressing together.

The two of you should've known The Doctor was going to do a check up. The Master had shaved his Rasputin beard off and mainly stuck to the clothes he had stashed in your flat. The sound of the TARDIS made you look over and your mouth dropped at the man coming out wearing a kilt. "So how do I look?"

"You look amazing, Doc. What are you doing here?" You glanced toward the bathroom, where The Master currently was showering. "Wanted to check in on you. Last time we talked, you blamed me for a lot." He said, looking around the room as you crossed your arms.

"And that was The Spike, Doc. I didn't mean it, plus didn't you give this job to the other Doctor? Checkin in on us who are still here?" You said, hand rubbing the over sized button up you wore, nervous about him finding out that The Master was in the room over.

"I just ran into you, thought I'd check in on you myself." He said, his eyes trailing to the two bowls you had set out. "Who else is here?"

"What do you mean you just ran into me?" You asked, focusing on that instead of his question.

"I had to do stuff at UNIT, saw you there wearing a very familiar dress." The Doctor said, looking at you. His eyes hardening as you met his eyes.

You straightened up, raising a brow. "That's future me, Doc. Why are you asking me this?"

"Because you were with him." The Doctor said, an eyebrow raising in turn just as the bathroom door opened and you turned to the door, hoping The Master at least put boxers on.

The Master turned the corner and stilled at the sight of a TARDIS and the Doctor in your living room and he turned to face you. "Is he bothering you?"

"It's okay Master, he isn't bothering me. In fact, he was just telling me about how I'll be wearing your dresses in the future." Your hand gestured toward The Doctor as you started relax, you knew The Doctor had to start playing nice as soon as The Master had walked in.

The Doctor looked between you and the shirtless Master, his brain catching up very quick. "So you two are actually together."

"We've been together since the vault, Doctor." You and The Master practically said in unison, a grin on the both of your faces.

The Doctor crossed his arms and focused on you. "He tried to destroy Earth! He destroyed Gallifrey! He forced regenerated into me! He turned all of you into himself way back when he was Prime Minister!"

The Master started to puff up, his eyes hardening as you started to walk over. "All of us but you don't remember The Year That Never Was, I was there when he worked with The Daleks and his CyberMaster's I don't condone what he did, I don't forgive him for it, and I certainly do not let him forget what he did to you, or Yaz, or anyone. I stayed at his side, out of the fight because I knew you'd come around and blame me for everything like you used to do."

You had to take a deep breath as you stared down The Doctor, anger in your eyes. "I couldn't even say goodbye to him at any point, I didn't know if he was even alive because of you and Yaz! I had to sit and wait until Kate picked me up and assigned me to The Noble's and I sat and I listened to Wilfred as he praised you and everything you did!"

The Master knew what was bubbling up and grabbed at your waist, pulling you back, away from The Doctor. "Love, you need to calm down. You are going to regret what you are going to say."

You were so wound up that it took The Master grabbing your face and looking into your eyes, slowly hypnotizing you into calming down. The Doctor was watching with wide eyes as The Master led you to your shared bedroom and had you sit in there before coming back out.

You barely remember that day, screaming and yelling at The Doctor as you had The Master help lace up Missy's corset. His TARDIS had finally showed back up and you wanted to wear one of her dresses. The Master was staring you down through the mirror and you chuckled. "You can tear this off me when I get home. I need to help Donna with a project at UNIT. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna stay here with the cats?"

It took you months to convince him to get those cats, but you won that battle. He regularly took them to vet visits on planets with better pet healthcare than Earth, and the planets had better ways to treat illnesses.

You eventually got out your front door, with three babies (one a large Time-lord) at your side trying to convice you to stay. You didnt carry your gun much anymore as you were just a consultant now, on all things The Master. You barely noticed The Doctor watching you as you signed into UNIT and headed up to Donna's floor. You didnt notice as he shook his head before stepping into his TARDIS.

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Strangers on Vacation | Part 1

Summary: After a bad breakup on what was supposed to be a fun 3 year anniversary week long cruise, Reader is stranded on the boat in the middle of the ocean. With plans to disembark at the port the next day but nowhere to sleep tonight, she accepts a spare bed from the stranger over dressed for a vacation. Otherwise known as Spencer Reid. Pairing: Spencer/fem reader, plus size reader, mid size reader (whichever you imagine while reading) Category: Fluff, angst, meet cute (sorta?) BAU on mandatory vacation time Warnings: emotional abuse, body shaming, (at the beginning breakup), alcohol drinking/mentions, self-conscious thoughts (Eventual spice but not in this part) please let me know what I missed! Word Count: 2k Notes: I wrote most of this in august, finally feeling up to posting! Part one of 3 or 4. This first chapter is a bit heavy with the breakup and how it effects readers thoughts on herself, but the main story is about loving yourself and self worth and of course Spencer and his crush at first sight. And the BAU on a much needed vacation! I imagine later seasons Reid, with the curls and facial scruff and stuff.

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I don’t know why I insisted on celebrating our three year anniversary on a week long cruise ship vacation. Three years wasn’t even that much to celebrate. One year? Sure, you can celebrate all you’ve learnt about each other and been through as you navigated that first year together. Five years? Absolutely. What a milestone. By five years you’ve probably gotten a place together, started planning a family, or maybe even gotten married. But three? Stuck in the middle there between two big celebrations. Little old three. How boring.

Maybe that’s why I wanted the big hoorah. A romantic week away together. After all, in our three years of being together, we still lived in our own apartments, never talked about children, and the thought about marriage was enough to make my stomach turn. Maybe this vacation would change that.

I was very, very wrong.

The arguing started, you guessed it, three hours into the trip. Just about little things at first. Like which side of the counter in the bathroom belonged to who. Mine was the right side, of course. It’s always the right side. Any time I spent the night at John’s place, his stuff was always on the left and I would place mine on the right. But apparently I was wrong, and he always had his stuff on the right side, as he ever so kindly pointed out by yelling. I’m sure our cruise cabin neighbours were loving us already.

Then it was about what activity we were going to do first. I suggested dinner and a show in the entertainment lounge, since it was nearing dusk and well past time to eat. But he pushed back, wanting to head straight for the main deck swimming pool with the swim up bar and jacuzzis. We argued for about five minutes before I relented. I excused myself to the bathroom to calm down and change into my swim suit.

For this trip I had bought some new super cute bikini’s. And in honour of my first time on a boat, and also for the first night on the cruise, I chose to wear the bikini with blue and white stripes. A nautical vibe that I found very fitting for the occasion.

However, when I emerged from the bathroom donned in said bikini because I hadn’t put my cover up dress on yet, John looked me up and down with a scowl before huffing out a breath and turning away. He busied himself unpacking his suitcase, already wearing his own swim trunks and a white t-shirt.

“What?” I asked to his back, since he apparently refused to look at me.

“Nothing,” he spat out.

“Clearly it’s something. You’re acting annoyed or disgusted or something.” I replied while walking to my own suitcase to dig out that cover up dress.

“I am disgusted,” he stated. He stilled his movements as I neared closer to the bed with our suitcases on top.

“At what?” I asked curiously. I found the dress and held it against my body, trying to judge if it would be too weird to wear overtop of blue and white stripes. But it was a white dress, so I figured it should be fine.

“At you,” John answered. “You’ve let yourself go.”

My heart fell to the floor, as did the dress I was holding. I watched, speechless, as John finally turned around to stare at me in disgust. His gaze went from my head down to my toes and back up again. Where normally that kind of gazing would be taken as someone appreciating my body, I could feel the distaste radiating off of him.

“What?” I managed to breathe out. Maybe I didn’t hear him correctly.

“You’ve let yourself go,” he repeated. “Look at you, you’re even spilling out of your bikini. I thought maybe when you said we were going on a cruise you would take it as an opportunity to get in shape again. Apparently I was wrong.”

He took my silence as an excuse to keep talking. Ranting about all of the things that were evidentially wrong with me. Too much fat on my thighs, too much around my waist, too much gathered on my stomach, even my breasts were too big now. I wrapped my arms around myself as he talked, trying to cover up and hide away from his harsh words, until eventually he said something that snapped me out of it.

“I don’t even want to be seen out in public with you looking like that,” he snarled.

“Well then, you don’t have to,” I snapped back. “Because this is over. We’re done. I’m leaving.”

“That’s it? You’re not even going to fight for this relationship?” He yelled as he watched me roughly shove the cover up dress over my head.

“Fight for it? By doing what, loosing weight? Starving myself so I can ‘meet your standards’?” I laughed harshly in his face. “You don’t see me complaining to you about your balding head.”

His hands immediately went to touching his hair as he turned to find the nearest mirror.

“My hair is not balding,” he whined.

“Try taking a mirror to the back of your head and then tell me that,” I said.

Unfortunately he wasn’t balding as much as I would have liked in this moment. The patch of visible skin on the crown of his head was hardly noticeable to the average passerby. But having known and been with John for years, I was seeing the pattern increase a little bit each year. Not fast enough now for my anger though. I used to think it was kind of cute. A reminder that we were aging together. Every time I would notice it I would get visions of us old and grey and bald, sitting on rocking chairs together as we complained about the days youths.

Now I just wanted to see that head of his shoved into some mud or something.

Angrily, I shoved my bathroom belonging’s back into my suitcase, roughly pulling the zipper to get it to close. I picked up dress from the floor, quickly pulling it over my head as I shoved my sandals back onto my feet, made sure I had my phone, and started to drag the suitcase with me out the door.

“Where do you even think you’re going to go? We’ve already left the port!” John yelled as I neared the door.

“I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care! As long as it’s away from you!” I yelled right back and stormed out the door.

He made a good point, I realized as I stalked down the hallway. We were already floating in the middle of the ocean by now, with the sun almost completely set. But there was no way I would be sharing a bed with that asshole for the next week.

How could he even say those things about me? And to my face, no less. It’s true. I did gain weight over the last year. I went up three pant sizes and two bra cup sizes. But I figured since we’d already been together for a while that he was used to me and my size. He never gave any indication before. Sure when we met I was small, but I was also younger then and had a very active job. Then I got laid off and replaced that job with an office job, took up baking as a side hustle, and obviously I taste tested everything I made.

Determined to figure out my sleeping arrangements before it got pitch black outside, I pushed all thoughts of John into the back of my mind. I made my way to the cruise ship lobby, where a few people were milling about looking at excursion brochures or just sitting in some of the overly big chairs decorating the room.

“Excuse me?” I spoke softly to the front desk attendant as to not draw attention from the other guests in the lobby. “Hi, I’m from room 209. I was wondering if there’s a room I can switch into please.”

“I’m sorry, Miss. We’re sold out.” The attendant informed me with a most definitely fake sad face.

“You’re kidding. A cruise ship this big and you don’t even have one extra room?”

“We had a few large groups book up multiple chunks of rooms. So no, I’m sorry. We don’t have extra space.”

Not wanting to stir up attention and make a scene, I thanked them for their help even though they were unhelpful, and turned away from the desk.

“Great,” I mumbled to myself as I walked away.

“Excuse me? I have an extra bed in my room if you need a place to stay.” I heard the voice coming up behind me. I slowed my pace until the person came to a stop in front of me.

The voice belonged to a very handsome tall man, with wild curls, a bit of facial hair, soft eyes, and a small smile. He wore a rather odd outfit for a cruise ship. Brown dress pants and a purple collared shirt with a knitted vest overtop. I was sweating already in a bikini and a light white dress, so he must be scorching underneath that getup.

“Oh, thank you so much for that offer, sir. But I’ll just bunk with one of my other friends, it’s okay.” I told him, not wanting to let some stranger in on my relationship problems. Before he had a chance to reply I walked off as fast as I could without it seeming like I was trying to run away from him. I’m sure his intentions were good. But you can’t trust people randomly like that.

I ended up wandering the ship for another hour, passing by the entertainment lounge that I had so badly wanted to be in hours ago. I also passed a games room, a gym which gave me bad feelings after the breakup that just occurred, as well as a library. With options running slim, I slipped into that library and rolled my suitcase to a secluded chair in the back. It was already pretty late, and I was so exhausted from the day of traveling to get to the boat and the events that followed, so as soon as I curled up in the chair I fell asleep.

It felt like a second later when someone was tapping on my shoulder waking me up. Groggily, I cracked my eyes open and looked up at the offender.

“Miss, I’m sorry, but it’s after midnight and the library is closed. You can’t sleep in here,” they said. It was a staff member who hardly looked old enough to be legal drinking age. When I didn’t reply, they continued. “If you don’t leave I’m going to have to call security to escort you out, and I really don’t want to have to do that.”

Well great. There went my plan to spend the night in the library and get off the boat at tomorrows dock and somehow figure out my way back home to Virginia. Before I could even stand up from the chair, the man from earlier was back at my shoulder.

“Hey, there you are. I’ve been looking for you for ages, sorry we got split up before I could give you the room key.” He was saying as he helped me get out of the chair. He looked over to the employee, “Sorry, we were meant to meet up when we got on the ship and somehow ended up getting separated. I didn’t mean for her to fall asleep in the library after hours. We’ll be on our way now.”

I was too tired to protest as I let the man grab my suitcase and escort me out of the library. We went up the elevator to the top floor, which my tired brain knew was the floor with the most expensive rooms. It was hard to pay attention to where we were going as I was pretty much asleep on my feet, but eventually we arrived at his room. I saw enough of it to confirm that he wasn’t lying about having an extra bed, before I was falling onto said bed and promptly passing out.

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EXO 'Obsession' theory part 2 | 🔗Part 1

Have a Xiumiñ first❣️

• Let's analyze the EXODEUX Trailer (I'll point out clues and try to decipher them!)

We see the phases of the moon. In some way this represents how half side is bright and the other dark (that could mean that EXO has to endure the fight since both parts are their own):

Crudely we are given to understand that they have to remain in a state of balance to be the legends but RF has somehow disturbed this balance.

The trailer was released on 8 Nov '19. What if X-EXO came alive on the blood moon (total lunar eclipse)? The phenomenon had been observed sometime in Nov 1909, 1928, 2022. A solar eclipse is shown and then we see destruction. I'm confident that EXO regain powers from this as seen in Power, What is Love. And since X-EXO are their halves or smth they get powers too.

Exo Planet #4 - The EℓyXiOn vcr shows us how the exos were being chased by some unknown beings who had the same powers as them. Kai opened the portal doors and rescued them just in time. Now we know these beings were X-EXO.

Okay so first they show us what is the result of X-EXO's actions. We find that from 0:11 some member's dna turns black (at first I thought it faded and crumbled) and then Kāi is shown — it could be a hint that it's him who is corrupted as he also fades.

Then appears THE TREE OF LIFE?!! And a fire which renders it dry 😦(the mv seems to be set on exoplanet). We can see how the eye of the RF coveted the heart of the tree as was prophesied in MAMA intro.

Since we see Chanyeol's power directly harming it, I'm convinced what I discussed about him here might be true... Next we see a sandstorm and then booming thunder (Respective x-exo members shown in reverse order then)

I'm sure u must have noticed all this but from 0:32, something very interesting happens: a red drop is shown to separate from a source of water and it shines as it ascends. Suhø's shot is briefly interrupted by Baëkhyun - hmm.

Even in the photobooks, they have pics next to each other. This could mean that they're together in on smth. (Notice Suhø's hand on his throat, I'll discuss about this later in this post)

In the EXplOration Dot vcr, we find Baëkhyun looking at a screen. I'm pretty sure he is monitoring the other members. This leads to another theory of a binary between him and Suhø.

Back to EXODEUX, exo's powers prove to be very destructive since they've fallen into wrong hands. At 0:56 we see them facing a red celestial ball very much like our sun but creepy. Is this the eye of the RF? Another possibility is that it could be one of the two suns created as shown in Power intro because the legends separated into M & K. Once again we see Suhø and Baëkhyun facing each other:

We get a closer look at their eyes and all seem to have blue eyes:

Hold it! Chën has one blue eye and one dark brown!!! (he has red and white lashes too)

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The conclusion I make from these clues is that jongdae has learnt how to regain that balance we talked about. So my earlier assumption as discussed in part i might not be correct and it is Chen who has won the fight. At first Chën looks confident but slowly as the game progresses, it is Chen who becomes more confident - he put his feet on the table.

• Let's analyze the mv now. The first fight shown is of Baek and his evil counterpart in a match of fencing. We see that the audience is dark hooded figures with red eyes:

One thing I noticed is that when Baekhyun is shown alone, there are white lights turned on and the stands for the audience are empty. But when Baëkhyun is alone, the lights are off and some red lights glow overhead (cctv cams?).

Baëkhyun looked like he hurt himself in the fight (some people theorize he wears a face-chain to cover his wound):

I would safely assume that nobody won or lost the match. This is because both are seen facing each other even in the final shot of this set.

• Moving on to Sehun; he tries to aim arrows at his evil double Sehůn. We see how many times he has tried but missed his target. There is a similar blue target behind Sehun too:

In EXODEUX we look closely at the aesthetic of X-EXO's eyes and all of them have dark makeup or scars - all but Sehůn! His eyes are clean and pure from the influence of the RF.

In the teaser poster below, Sehůn (case 94) is the only one on whom the target is not locked!

He is never seen with his double and is trying to fake it and trick the RF!! While the other X-EXO mems look sinister/appear expressive, Sehůn seems unbothered.

He is the only member who has concept pics with a blue background. Furthermore, his nails are almost clean and not like the other X-EXO ppl.

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Sehun is also the only Exo member to appear in the EXODEUX Trailer at the end. All of this is too much of a coincidence and I believe he already fought his counterpart, won and has come to save EXO as we see in his mv remake (2014):

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• Now let's talk about Suho's scenes. Suho is looking around in an art gallery full of pictures based on water and waves. He is suspended mid-air in the place but a new shot shows it is much more deeper than that both literally and figuratively: he is trapped underwater and his evil counterpart is the one trying to drown him.

Suhø is standing in water with 7 unknown hands reaching out to him - this could be a biblical reference to the seven deadly sins. Since the album was released in 2019, this is a nod to my fav group's 7th anniversary. Come to think of it he has red hair styled as devil's horns (junmyeon looks so perfect oml):

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In the beginning, he is shown trying to control the members as if they are puppets (yeah well I've watched this mv in slow-mo many times)

At 1:55 we notice a choking Suhø (junmyeon confirmed this) - the imagery is very creepy. This is because if Suho drowns, his double would choke too.

Sehun shoots arrows at his evil counterpart and gets hurt himself.

The recurrent theme is that whichever side - the good or the evil one tries to harm the other, both suffer the same fate. Why? because they are halves of each other as we discussed in the beginning of this post.

Getting back to the mv, the planets start to align as this happens.

This is just like the narration in MAMA intro: ...The day the grounds beget a singe file before one sky...

The teaser posters have this "Warning" on them:

A messy world order Anomalies due to twisted orbits

Moving on, we find out how the X-EXO are nothing but agents and creation of the RF. Notice how the screen inside Suhø's head is very similar to the ones in and outside Chen's room.

•I'd like to talk about the red glowing marks on some of X-EXO ppl. Only Sehun's and Chanyeol's evil doubles do not glow. This could be another clue that Sehůn is good. The other X-EXO mems are corrupted. Instead Yeøl appears in inverted and oversaturated colors looking demonic.

• Another thing I noticed at around 3:06 of mv Jongdae and Suho sing this for the first time:

"The turned-on exit light" instead of "The turned-off exit light" as in chorus.

The ending shows a burning planet (initially I thought it was Earth but then I noticed it looked a bit different). SM confirmed it is "half of" exo Planet. Additionally it has a deep red glow ofc hinting this is because of the RF. There is still hope for exo to recover and defeat their enemies.

Thanks for reading!🍒 I'll probably make some compilation post for these theories.

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Just dropping in to say that this week's episode was an absolute delight and it also made me think for the first time in years about another 2000s MLM soap couple who I was super not normal about as a teenager lol

John Paul Mcqueen and Craig Dean, from the British soap hollyoaks. A brief summary which may get the details wrong but probably not because this is imprinted on my brain: they were best friends in college, JP came out as gay and confessed he was in love with Craig, Craig initially denied he felt the same but got super jealous once JP got a boyfriend and they eventually started hooking up. Craig still denied being in any way queer, and was in a relationship with a woman who he got engaged to but continued to see JP. JP eventually had enough and at Craig's engagement party engineered a situation where his fiancée caught them together. After everything came out, they decided to make a proper go of it as a couple and decided to move away together (because Craig's fiancée and her family were rightfully fuming lol), but at the airport Craig still wouldn't hold JPs hand in public and JP realised he wasn't ready.

Like a year later JP was now engaged to another man (who was also a Catholic priest because soap) and then there was a whole shenanigans with JPs secret long lost brother who was a serial killer who: blew up a church with JPs whole family in it, murdered JPs priest fiancé, and kidnapped Craig's sister to the Scottish Highlands after killing her husband. Craig came back because of the whole brother-in-law death/sister kidnap incident, they reunited and decided to give it another go and the final shot of them was them holding hands on a train. (Until JP came back without Craig in like 2015 but we don't talk about that)

The whole thing was ridiculous and honestly they were poorly written characters and pretty terrible representation, but I sobbed during their last scene and still remember them so fondly now. I was growing up in a small English town in the 2000s and had only just really learnt that queer people were a thing, still years off realising that I was also queer. But I remember watching the episode where they first kissed with my older sister and being instantly entranced with their story, to the point where from that day on I watched hollyoaks religiously despite previously complaining any time my sister had it on haha. It was a long journey to me realising I was queer but I would honestly put this as one of the first steps. Representation in soaps was so important in the 2000s and they were really the only mainstream media at the time where we saw that representation. Although I'm glad we've progressed in terms of queer stories in media, I will always look back so so fondly on mcdean and other queer soap relationships for what they meant to me at the time

I (V) love this so much! Like I said on the episode, researching this made me remember how formative Bianca/Maggie were for me on the American ABC soap "All My Children" in 2003, too. I don't think soaps ever necessarily set out to be, like, affirming and formative in their queer representation (or any other representation) but man, in the 2000s, when it was hard to find anything else, it felt like so much.

#hollyoaks #mcdean #asks

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lucy-sky · 2 years

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Lucy! For your milestone celebration, might I ask for a kiss drabble?! It is such a cute idea! 💕 If I may ask for Din with the place in the rain and the reason being a first date?

Surprise (Din Djarin x Reader)

1143 words (once again turned out a bit longer than a normal drabble - I just can’t resist writing flashbacks and backstories); tooth-rotting fluff, partners/friends to lovers; gender neutral reader.

AO3 link

A/N: I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! :’))

REQUESTS CLOSED!

”So… Where exactly are we going?” you ask curiously, leaning against Din’s shoulder. Coordinates on the display don’t tell you anything. Pretty unusual of Din to hide something from you like that - you and him work together for almost a year, and your relationship grew from two rivaling bounty hunters into close friends who can trust each other with your lives.

Yes, you used to be… not very fond of each other, mildly speaking. But one day when the job went wrong, he was there to save you. That’s the way Din Djarin is - he can be grumpy, but never indifferent. So when you learnt that Razor Crest was destroyed, you offered him your ship and your company. It took a while to start really getting along, but in the end you both admitted that being partners is way more profitable than competing with each other for another bounty. It also turned out you have quite a lot in common: both lost parents at a rather young age, but not too young to forget how it happened; both pretty much used to being on your own.

“Din?”

“You’ll see,” he mutters. Maker, what’s going on? Why is he so mysterious today?

“Is that a date?” you say teasingly, but instantly regret it, because even through the helmet and the layers of coarse fabric and bescar you can feel him tensing.

“Sorry uh… I was just kidding. I mean it’s just that you left Grogu at Peli’s tonight, so I… Nevermind, just-”

“It’s a surprise,” he cuts you off.

“Oh.”

“Your birthday’s today, right?” Din suddenly asks. You blink at him, caught completely unawares.

“Wait, what?... You... you remembered?..”

You only mentioned your upcoming birthday once and it was during an argument. Din insisted that the job was too dangerous, so you should stay on board the ship and wait for him there. You had a different opinion.

“Look, Mando. It’s cute that you’re trying to protect me, but I think I have a right to decide for myself. I’m not a kid. Just so you know, I’m turning ___ years old in exactly three months! And don’t forget that I actually used to work alone before I met you!”

“Yeah, right. And got yourself in trouble,” he cocked his head, and you could clearly hear a chuckle in his voice, even through the modulator.

“Oh really? As if you’ve never been in trouble, bucket head!” you raised your eyebrows, putting your hands on your hips. Din let out a deep sigh.

“Okay. Fair enough,” he admitted. “Fine. Let’s do it together.”

“I always remember important things,” Din replies, still focused on piloting the ship. You feel your cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, but… It’s not important, really,” you mumble. “I haven’t celebrated it for ages, so…”

“Maybe it’s time to start,” he shrugs, finally turning his head in your direction. You don’t even know what to say. It’s so absolutely unexpected, and it makes your heart swell in your chest - a feeling you've never known before.

“We’re almost there,” Din announces, breaking the silence. “Prepare for landing.”

You obey quietly, taking your seat behind him and fastening the belt. You’re still flustered, but smiling to yourself.

A few minutes later you step out of the ship. The air is warm, filled with scents of unknown flowers, and you think you’ve never seen this much green in your entire life.

“You like your surprise?” Din asks, and you beam at him.

“I love it.”

Together you take a little walk before settling down on top of the hill. The sky already started turning light pink, the sun painting the tops of the trees with warm light.

“This planet is famous for its most beautiful sunsets in the galaxy,” Din tells you as you admire the view.

“That’s why you took me here?”

“Yeah, but also… Also there are no people around, so…” he pauses for a moment, “so I can do this.”

You watch his hands reaching the helmet and nearly hold your breath. Din's taking off his helmet, and somehow it's something so intimate, even though it's not the first time - you already saw his face once.

He was injured, unconscious, and you panicked. You’ve never been so scared of losing someone before. Probably because you didn’t really allow yourself to get too close with anyone. Without thinking, you removed the helmet to fix the wound on Din’s head before it was too late. Only when he woke up, and you saw his bewildered expression, you realized what you’ve done and your heart sank at the terrible thought.

“What if he never forgives me?..”

But to your surprise and relief Din didn’t seem angry or upset with you. He quietly explained that actually… He wasn’t a Mandalorian any longer, and technically there was nothing wrong about taking off the helmet for him. Not anymore.

“I’d still prefer other people not to know it though.”

His voice sounded unusually soft and somehow oddly vulnerable without the modulator.

“It’s uh… easier like that… You know. ”

“I understand,” you nodded, handing him the helmet. The smile on his face was incredibly gentle before he put it back on.

It happened a little more than a month ago. And now you’re looking at his bare face again, and every feature is so dear to you. Those big brown eyes looking at you with unspeakable tenderness; messy curls and patchy beard; lips that curl in a soft and shy smile. For the second time today you’re lost for words as his hand reaches your face, tentatively tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you breathe out.

It’s a chaste kiss at first, a soft brush of his lips against yours, so sweet but not nearly enough. You open up to him, fingers carding through the soft curls on the back of his head, and Din gladly accepts your invitation, darting his tongue forward to meet yours. A quiet hum escaping him is the sweetest sound you’ve heard.

“So I was right then… It’s a date,” you murmur against his mouth, making him chuckle softly.

“I think it is,” he confirms, kissing you again.

You’re completely lost in each other and don’t even notice the first drops of rain on your skin until it hits with full force.

“Dank farrik!” Din curses as you yelp in surprise.

“What the… Where did it come from?..” you shiver, scooting closer to his frame. “I mean… there wasn’t a single cloud like a minute ago!..”

“Well of course it had to happen exactly when I’m not wearing a helmet for once,” Din states, rolling his eyes, and you snort a laugh.

“You know what? I actually don’t mind the rain.”

“Yeah,” his fingers grasp your chin, gently tilting your face, his eyes deep and sparkling. “Me neither.”

Thank you for reading!!

No pressure tags: @munsonownsmyass & @afangirlshideaway

1500 Milestone Celebration Drabbles Masterlist

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lugialagia · 2 years

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The hot husband

Summary : !!AU!! Stephen is giving a lesson through a video call and Tony walks behind him half naked, making Stephen quite embarrassed.

Paring : Tony Stark x Stephen Strange

Words : 1,785

Contains : SMUT, blowjob, anal sex

Stephen had always been a mystery for his students. The man was clearly very intelligent, knew how to talk and have a conversation, knew how to debate and was a very good professor in biology. But he was always acting cold and didn’t much like to have friendly talk or whatever. Though, he would still help his students if they needed help with their homeworks or the lesson.

Students would often try to know him personally like asking question about his life of whatever, but Stephen always avoided the questions. And even with his colleagues, he was no better. No one really knew him in his school. He only trusted two people there and it took time before he even opened to them both.

Of course, his husband, Tony, was very proud of him for that because he knew how his lover had trouble with trusting and making friends and all that ordeal. Several times, he tried to push him to befriend his own mates, but Stephen was still off even though it had been almost ten years that they had been together.

Stephen was trying and Tony knew that, so it was enough for him. Of course, at first, Tony would always be frustrated and it had put tension into their relationship because Tony thought his boyfriend wasn’t putting a lot of efforts, thought that he didn’t care about his friends or his life in general, that he wasn’t interested. And several times, Tony thought about breaking up with him.

But he never managed to. He loved him too much for that, he was drowned to the teacher. And with time, he also learnt that Stephen was different. That he was also feeling emotions but in different ways, showed his love with more intimate acts, more subtills ones too. He learnt that Stephen wasn’t very good at communicating either and in the end, it was fine. Tony accepted him the way he was and because of that, Stephen was also making efforts on his side.

Now it had been almost ten years of them being together and three being married. They loved each other deeply and would never change for anyone else.

***

With the new pandemic, both of them were working at home, well mostly Stephen. Tony could still go to his company for some issues, but since he had a laboratory in his house, he could work his tech at home. Stephen, in his case, couldn’t go back to school and need to teach his students with online classes. Most of the time, Tony was working in his lab so Stephen was staying alone and the class wasn’t disturbed.

But one day, Stephen didn’t really say anything to his lover because, like always, Tony went to his lab after having breakfast. Stephen came down for lunch, bringing Tony his food and staying downstairs to eat with him and talk, because one thing that Stephen liked was to talk and spend time with his little genius. After lunch was over, the professor came back to his office to start his next class. Everything went well, Stephen was happy to teach even though the condition wasn’t optimal.

As he was listening to his student, through video call, Tony suddenly walked behind Stephen, chest naked, only a towel wrapped around his waist. Of course, it was only when his students were gasping and making shocked faces, that Stephen turned around to see what everyone was seeing. As soon as he saw his lover walking half naked behind him, Stephen’s eyes widened and covered the camera with his hand. “Tony!” He scolded him.

The man looked at him, not having a clue of what was happening. “What? I didn’t blow up anything yet!” He defended himself. Stephen groaned at the response. “Get dressed!” He whispered yell at his husband.

Tony looked at him, confused. “What? You love it when I'm-” That’s when Tony finally realised what this was meaning, seeing Stephen covering the camera and the screen showing some students. “Oh!” He grinned brightly. Meanwhile, the professor still had his earphones on and could hear the teenagers in his ears.

“It’s a man!”

“He has a husband!”

“God he’s hot!”

“Damn professor!”

“Is this even real?!”

“Oh my god that’s so cool!”

Of course, everyone noticed that Stephen had a ring on his finger and probably was married, but since he never talked about his private life, no one knew that he was gay. Stephen was now embarrassed enough, his cheeks were flushed, but Tony loved that. And he was a cheeky bastard, ready to embarrassed his husband even more. Getting closer, he grabbed Stephen’s wrist with one hand, pulling it away from the camera, while the other reached out for the earphones, plugging one in his own ear. “Hey kids!” Obviously he didn’t even care that he was still half naked.

“Tony!” Stephen protested and tried to push him away. God this was very embarrassing.

“Yeah? That’s my name.” Tony joked and looked at the screen. “Wow look at you all, hope you’re listening well because you’ve got a wonderful professor here.” He said with a wink.

“You’re so handsome!”

“Are you really married?”

“Professor Strange’s so lucky!”

“You’re so muscular!”

Tony laughed at the students’ comments, flexing in front of them like the proud man he was. “Yeah I know, lucky bastard.” He teased and kissed Stephen’s red cheek. “Now come on, take care of him and don’t tease him too much or I’ll kick your young asses.” He continued, giving Stephen his earphone back and leaving the office with a laugh.

It was with red cheeks and a fond smile –that he tried to hide- that Stephen finished his lesson. Oh he was sure that the whole school would know it by tomorrow. Damn Tony. Now the kids would ask even more questions about his love life.

***

Two hours later, Stephen was finally done with his lesson for the day. Coming back downstairs in the lab, he walked toward Tony and slapped his ass. “Hey! What was that for?” Tony asked, playing innocent.

“You very much know. You embarrassed me in front of my students!” Stephen replied narrowing his eyes.

“Aw come on, now they know you’re not a cold bastard without any emotions.” Tony teased with a large grin. “Now they know you’ve got a smoking hot husband that you love and that you can blush too.”

Stephen snorted at that. “Hope you know that you can be an ass sometimes. Why did you even come in? You knew I was working.”

“How could l know? I didn’t hear you talk so I thought you were working and listening to your music like you always do!” Tony said defending himself as best as he could.

“You should know, genius.” Stephen continued, flickering his fingers on Tony’s forehead.

Tony huffed but grabbed his wrist and pulled the man in for a kiss. Stephen replied to it with a hum, immediately sneaking his tongue inside Tony’s mouth, making their tongue dance together. They just made out for several minutes, exploring each other’s mouth while their hands were touching, teasing and groping all over their body. After a moment, they started to get excited, rocking their hips together, Tony pressed against his work table.

With a groan, Stephen detached his lips from his man and pushed down his pants enough to uncover his hard shaft. “Must agree with my students, you’re hot.” Stephen winked and sank down on his knees, instantly wrapping his lips around the tip.

“Yeah I thought so- fuck babe.” Tony replied with a moan, sliding his fingers in Stephen’s hair to hold onto something. Feeling Stephen’s warm and wet tongue on his shaft was such a bliss. For real, Tony would never get tired of having any kind of sex with his husband. They were made for each other. Of course, Stephen didn’t waste time and sucked his lover hard, head bobbing up and down, tongue swirling around the tip and pressing against the vein. Tony was a mess already, moaning loudly as he looked at his husband, tugging on his hair as he felt close.

“Shit baby, come back up.” Tony finally said, not wanting to cum yet. Stephen did as he was told, not wanting this to end either, and pulled Tony into a heated kiss. Detaching their lips, Tony grabbed Stephen’s waist and exchanged their position, pressing the other against the table while he knelt down. Obviously, Tony gave him the same treatment, sucking hard and licking him perfectly well. Stephen was soon a moaning mess as well, gripping Tony’s jaw and the table with the other hand.

When Tony felt Stephen’s cock twitching, he pulled away, liking his lips. “Now turn around pretty boy, wanna feel you.” Stephen hummed and without any hesitation, offered Tony a nice view of his ass, which the genius groped and knead with a groan. It was no surprise that Tony was keeping a bottle of lube –and some toys- in his lab, just in case. Grabbing the lube, he poured some on his shaft before pressing it against his lover’s hole. “Ready?” He asked him, kissing his shoulder.

“Always for you.” Stephen winked back cheekily. Tony chuckled at his attitude and slowly pushed inside him until he was buried to the hilt. He stayed still a moment for Stephen to adapt and to recompose himself and not release right away. After a few seconds, he started to move, making them both moan. “How can you be always so tight even after fucking you so much?” Tony groaned, already losing himself into the pleasure.

“I can say the same. So tight.” Stephen replied, closing his eyes in delight. “And you fit so well too.”

“I know babe, you too.” Tony said, pressing his chest against Stephen’s back while his hips were thrusting faster and faster. The next minutes were spent by them touching each other, kissing messily and Tony biting Stephen’s neck and shoulders, marking him for his students to see. Feeling himself getting close to the edge, Tony wrapped a hand around his lover’s shaft and pumped him at the same rhythm as his hips. “Cum for me baby.” He groaned huskily.

Stephen couldn’t do anything but to oblige, spilling his seed all over the work table with a moan on Tony’s name. Tony followed right after, whispering sweet praises as he came down from his high. “Next time, l’m gonna suck you off under your desk while you talk to your students.” Tony half joked.

“Tony!” Stephen scolded but of course, he wouldn’t mind it at all, even if it would be hard for him to hide his pleasure.

#ironstrange #Iron Man #Dr Strange #tony stark #Stephen Strange #tony x stephen #Smut #ironstrange smut #fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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I HC Imladris to have winter markets so fluffy fic about the reader going around them with (male elf of your choice) only to have the elf buy a ring at the end of the day and then take the reader to there favorite spot (which could happen to have mistletoe if you want) and asks the reader the court them (if you added the mistletoe the reader just kisses him for a yes)

Winter Markets Surprises

featuring erestor x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the lord the rings

a/n oh anon, am honored you let me use your hc– also you should have let me choose of course i'll choose my beloved Erestor. @sorisooyaa am using alchemy of souls gifs because of you!

You finally had managed to pull Erestor away from his desk and into the winter markets. You had waiting so long to get to them.

You were positively giddy – as you linked your arms with the stubborn Erestor.

He kept muttering unnecessary words – which you paid no heed to. It was in one ear and out the other in honesty.

You were too excited to walk among the markets – pointing to every little thing.

Erestor falling you around every where – the winter markets never once interested him, but he had admit it was rather admirable to see your eyes lit up with every new decoration or aesthetic you saw – more than willing to decorate all of Imladris.

He wasn’t exactly sure of he was happy or not – when Elrond allowed to decorate the elven haven on Arda to your heart’s content.

But Erestor’s lips curled into a small hidden smile every time you picked up sparkling ornament with interest and sparkling eyes – and twirling in your hands – suspecting how it would match every thing else you have already planned.

You beamed when you turned to see him – having run off from stall to stall but he never once left

Always within your sight of you had decided to wander off – from busy markets and excessive talking as every thing that annoyed the ellon. But having you here definitely made things more tolerable.

While he had the urge to leave before – he found himself in awe of your excitement, not that he would dare admit that.

“Meleth, have a look at this!”

You said – bringing over get another small piece of ornament. It appeared for every small object you wanted his opinion of it too.

Erestor did not like the odd shaped bell with incredibly bright ribbons – but he learnt to bite down his tongue for you.

Shrivelling away the excitement and joy in your eyes was the last thing he wanted to do.

“It’s lovely, deil nîn” (my beauty).

He whispered to you – gently wrapping a hand around your waist.

More than anything he wanted to lean in and press a kiss to your smiling beautiful lips – but he couldn’t and wouldn’t because neither of you were in privacy.

“Perhaps we can put it on the twins – so we are aware when those cats decide to perform one of their so-called. . . pranks.”

As per usual – Erestor couldn't help sarcasm dripping from this tongue. He may have learnt to bite down the hottness, but he was Erestor who could not let the sarcasm disappear.

You rolled your eyes – but smiled at the response.

“I think this would rather look nice on the entrance.”

You cheered – then went back to the stall quickly buying then just as quickly moving to the next one.

When suddenly – a glimmer of something caught the corner of Erestor’s eyes. His eyes followed it to a small stall selling rings.

Erestor frowning – this was something that was on his mind for months now. But he never came about doing anything about it.

But he was more than sure – you were destined to be together for all of eternity. His fëa was aching to hold your fëa close – for you to become one and he could call you his for all eternity.

He was hesitant – waiting for you to run out in tears the moment he failed to bit back the hotness in his tongue. However, you stayed despite it – challenging your own stubbornness against him. You held on through the thick and thin – despite his feared sharp tongue and wit. You stayed with him.

Erestor looked towards you once more – he was sure. . .

Making sure you were talking enthusiastically with the stall keeper, Erestor made his way over to the stall seller rings.

“Are we searching for rings, counselor?”

The elf at the stall howled enthusiastically.

Erestor’s eyes widened – his eyes whipped around and he sighed in relief you had not heard and were it immersed in whatever ornament the elf opposite you was talking about.

The chief counselor quickly sent a glare back to the ellon in front if him – he gulped under Erestor’s dark glare.

“Keep your voice down – no one else needs to know my business!”

He grumbled – still watching you from the corner of his eyes.

He looked towards the rings – wondering which one deserved to lay on your finger.

“You know the new selection of engagement rings are on this side, counselor.”

The ellon in front of spoke again – and Erestor snapped his eyes shut gritting his teeth as the ellon raised his voice again, enthusiastically.

“All I see is cheap, you fool – none of these interest‐”

Then suddenly Erestor’s eyes caught a ring on the corner of the stall. He frowned at it realizing the stone – it was your birth stone; beautiful and rich as you.

He looked over – still making sure you were distracted.

“That one – and quietly, if you possess such an ability.”

Erestor muttered at the ellon. Quickly and quietly the ellon packed ring and Erestor bought.

Hiding it quickly as made your way over to him again.

“Erestor!”

You called then noticed the scowl on his face.

“What is the matter?”

“Nothing.”

He muttered and took your hand – perhaps it was out of nervousness or telling he was fine – or maybe it was both.

You went from stall to stall until the day ended and the evening stars peeked out among the clouds

Erestor had left to his library and you stepped into your room to leave the packets and parcels on your desk. You would organize and decorate them later.

When you entered the library again – you were surprised to see Erestor was no longer there. Instead you found a small note with his exquisitely neat handwriting.

You slowly picked it up and frowned reading it. He asked you to meet in the gardens. The place were you first confessed and kissed.

Thinking nothing of it – you made your way to the gardens. Walking straight under the tree where the both of you shared your first kiss.

Only now above it hung a beautiful plant – you gasped recognizing. It was a mistletoe. Your lithe fingers brushed the plant above.

Someone made their way to you – you smiled at the scent of book, inks and sandalwood hitting your nose.

You turned happily around to your ellon.

“Well– chief counselor‐”

You began – but stopped yourself when you realized Erestor held a ring to you. A shaky breath left him as you looked at him in shock.

“I know this is tradition among men– but i have seen you enjoy their tradition. And as I am on a Peredhel myself, I thought maybe. . . I should try in asking your hand for marrige, my love.”

Erestor asked – his voice was steady and show were his hands. But Eru knew his heart was beating at an abnormally fast rate.

“Deil nîn, if your heart desires it as much as mine will you marry‐”

Erestor did not have the chance to finish his words – you instantly threw yourself on him and pressed a kiss to his lips.

His strong lithe hands immediately came around you – steadying the both of you.

His eyes widened at the contact of your lips.

“Yes. . .”

You whispered against his lips.

Erestor swore he has never been happier in his life and he took your face in his hands kissed you with the utmost passion.

He cannot wait for the moment he gets to call his bride and wife.

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yuzu-all-the-way · 11 months

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FaOI Makuhari Day 3 (live) - Impressions

The long-awaited live stream. After a sleepless night because there was no way to contain my excitement for 'pro athlete Hanyu Yuzuru' back in the public eye, I finally got everything under control when the guy sneakily showed up in the middle of the skaters.

It was odd not to hear him being introduced right away and it was even odder to him being introduced BEFORE his trademark opening 4T. Luckily, I had the satisfying moment of hearing 'Yuzuru-4T-Hanyu' in FaOI Makuhari 2022.

I said I wouldn't judge the OP and Finale costumes until I've seen them in motion. Well, now I have. The OP costume is definitely acceptable on Yuzu and I already expressed my love for those weird-ish pants last year. I can't say I'm overly fond of the OP music, but it is what it is and there are definitely some fun choreography parts. The green parts of the costume glow in the dark, so I guess for the audience in the venue it's a pretty cool visual.

Once the OP was out of the way, more than 2 hours I had to struggle to stay awake. One criticism about the show as a whole, it should have more female skaters, some of the men are cool, but some are really not up to it anymore, so, please, just get more women for FaOI next year. And put them also on the poster.

It should be noted that this year's announcer, you know, the guy that introduces the skaters, was not the usual one. This guy was much blander, but damn, Yuzu's intro was spot on. Double Olympic gold medalist, super slam achiever AND solo-ice-show holder and producer who filled out the Tokyo Dome. Of course I couldn't understand the entire thing, but Tokyo Dome I could hear loud and clear.

There's not one bit of If's choreography that I don't like. It's such a complex, perfectly balanced skating-dancing program, emotions could've been a bit clearer, but I'll take what I can get. I re-watched this program countless times before I finally made up my mind to GIF it. It was such a cool thing to do because I could pin-point so many small, on-beat, perfect moves. And, also, I could see that jewelry has a knack of leaving Yuzu.

Last year, it was the bracelet flying off when the holy paper cup was yeeted, now, the Phiten gold-winged necklace abandoned Yuzu. Although it tried its best to hold on, Yuzu's insane hip-hop on ice moves were too strong for the poor wing.

Apart from this small incident which Yuzu himself appeared not to have noticed, the performance was such a success. Yuzu catches every beat of the music, he uses the melodic line for ample moves and the rapping parts for short, fast, precise moves. I strongly encourage you to check out the entire program and every time there's the beat, watch Yuzu's feet and/or arms. Those are the ones skillfully used either together or separately to get that flow going.

I haven't yet found the right words to properly describe how much I admire Yuzu's commitment to further improving himself and creating programs that are very unusual for figure skating. I just can't get over him starting If with a camel spin and ending with a full split AND with the torso bent forward. The audacity of this man to show off his flexibility like that...

One thing I don't particularly like about If... the music. But even that is growing on me now.

The Finale left me a bit disappointed. The song really doesn't do anything for me, the choreography is so weird - and yes, I understand it's a choreo that's been popular in Japan some years ago, but it's still iffy. Nevertheless, you have to appreciate how hard it is to hop on ice one-footed - lots of skaters seem to struggle with it, but Yuzu's doing fine (as if that's a surprise). The solo part is cute, Yuzu's usual intricate footwork that I can only marvel at. I miss the layback spin, though, that was done on Day 1 and shared via TvAsahi's figure skating tiktok account.

Now about that costume... I really don't have much to say about it, but I've learnt to appreciate it makes it easy to count abs. In any case, the finale was okayish, but not the grand finale I'd have expected. Oh, let me mention the wardrobe malfunction: Yuzu's top was unzipped in the back and appeared to be held with a safety pin. Did he break the zipper while changing in 2.12 minutes?

Anyway, there were several cute moments and a very high-tension one. I have no words for the latter, so I'll just post the video.

4T3A-Eu-3S-3Lo (step out) - unhinged combination that was done after a very long preparation time. Yuzu was checking his axis, skating around the rink, approximating distance, the usual math he does on the spot.

And the cute moments - Yuzu cutely shushing the crowd before encouraging them to cheer for the artists, Yuzu finally realizing he lost the wing necklace when Shizuka gave it back, Yuzu trolling everyone with his 'little soldier' walk (as if he'd leave without ARIGATO-ing)...

Ah, Fantasy on Ice 2023 Makuhari. A gem.

This will have to be sustenance enough because the next broadcast is the Kobe Day 3 live which is the very last show of the tour. I'm mad at this and Fuji TV is to blame.

#yuzuru hanyu #faoi 2023 #ice show

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girls' generation || points of attraction; tarot reading

⭒ What the company intended to be their points of attraction: cards: nine of swords (queen of swords, page of swords), four of pentacles (four of swords), four of wands

This one is honestly very tricky… It seems like SM Ent. wasn't completely sure where to go with Girls' Generation at first, and instead wanted to listen to as many opinions as they could before making a decision, specially to the ones coming from the public. It's almost as if they were so scared of failure, that they were willing to just go with whatever sounded like a potential present/future trend, or whatever the public seemed to like (Page of Swords often shows up as gossip and vigilance, so it's like they listened very closely to what was being said on the streets and took that into serious consideration when planning). Besides that, SM Ent. might've also aimed for SNSD to have more of a stable and loyal fanbase - one that would hold onto them forever, almost. The girls were pushed to provide a strong and welcoming space, where a devoted community could set down roots and stay for a long time to come. Due to that, they could've been very closely monitored and directed, as to ensure things would always go as planned.

⭒ What the members have aimed to be their points of attraction: cards: king of wands, page of wands, queen of wands

The Girls' Generation members, on the other hand, have allowed their creativity, talents and charisma to lead. It's all about them & that stage & that confidence! All of them have very strong and captivating personalities, and so they have let those be the real stan attractors. Being unafraid to express themselves, to let loose and to be in the spotlight, has lead them to a place of power and success. It could not have been done if they had repressed their passions and strong characters. All in all, they have seeked to be their true creative selves. Trying on new concepts, new styles and new genres is also part of it, and they thrive on that change. On that same note, they hoped that people would be attracted to how they can be both strong and feminine at the same time (or even how all members show different levels of those traits in themselves). Overall, Girls' Generation are known to be fearless and commanding women, but also elegant and gentle, which is a big part of the image they have pushed for themselves.

⭒ Their real points of attraction (from the public p.o.v.): cards: nine of wands, page of pentacles, four of cups (king of swords, two of cups)

Right off the bat, the public admires how long they have lasted, and how they have been able to stay together through so many ups and downs. No matter how difficult things got, and how hopeless it seemed for them to come back as the whole SNSD, they still managed to pull through and show how united they still are. On top of that, their loyalty and support towards one another is recognized by the public, and very much appreciated. They have each others' backs and it shows. Additionally, it seems like people enjoy their solo projects as well, and could even feed their interest and love for the group through those. Their dedication to their careers outside of Girls' Generation is a big attractor, because it goes to show how passionate and talented they are, and that they don't rely solely on the group's work and name. By being commited and ambitious on their own, the members then bring people to their roots (SNSD) and allow them to fall in love with them as if it was the first time. This final factor of attraction was a rather difficult one to put into words, but I hope the message gets across as I see it in my mind: People appreciate how they have been able to ignore certain issues and situations, and remained focused and composed. They lead with logic and know when to step out of the way, in order to maintain a good relationship with the general public. - Basically, the members have learnt how to reject certain thoughts and impulses that could result in public backlash, even to the disadvantage of their own needs and wants. Really, it's a matter of professionalism and straight up logical thinking.

(Disclaimer: all readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)

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Beach days and starry nights - Mason Mount

Request: Mason teaching your little baby boy how to swim while on summer vacay maybe

Warning: dad! Mason at its finest (yes, it’s clearly inspired to that pic Jaz gifted us with 🙈)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby

Holiday time had finally arrived so you could spend a couple of weeks away from all the stress and crazy life you had to deal with on a daily basis in London. The thing you were looking forward the most about the holidays was having the chance to enjoy some quality time together with your boyfriend and your little son, with some crystal clear water and breathtaking landscapes in the background.

The idea of spending some romantic moments with Mason in particular, made you eager to be alone with him but with a three-year-old hurricane it was literally impossible.

"Dadaaa" He tiredly opened his eyes as he was slung on the deck chair sunbathing. You were seated next to him, your legs stretched out on his lap just to tease him as his fingers were brushing over your thighs.

"Mhh?"

"I wanna learn to swim!"

"You're still too young, honey, maybe next year"

"Nooo please!!"

That three-year-old chap was always so full of energy and willingness to learn new things everyday he was literally unstoppable.

He started tugging at Mason's hand for him to go towards the sea.

Your boyfriend grunted but in less than a minute he was already up, ready to play with his son.

"Can we go, mummy?" Mason asked you, smiling like an idiot behind his dark sunglasses.

You tried to suppress a smile and agreed. "Okay fine but be careful! And keep an eye on your dad, baby" You whispered to Nate's ear, pretending Mason didn't hear you.

"Don't worry mummy!" You laughed out loud, pressing a kiss to his head.

“Mason, be careful” You warned him sternly, as you saw him getting closer to the water with your baby in his arms. "Make him wear his water wings"

“I’m the best dad ever, don’t worry!”

You rolled your eyes and huffed, as you took a seat on the sunbed without losing sight of your men. The only thing that helped you keep track of them was your boyfriend's highlighter-orange shorts (yeah, they could be seen also in the mist and they made his bum look even more perfect but you'd never admit it, at least not when your son was still there with you).

"Okay man, wear your water wings first, otherwise your mum will get very angry with the both of us" Mason held the bright coloured plastic things for the little boy to put them on before he could start with his lesson.

From the sunbed you were chilling on, you looked at them with the most tender smile: your boyfriend was there motioning Nate all the movements he'd have done with his arms, explaining then how to keep his head to breathe underwater. They were so sweet yet exhilarating, even more so when Nate picked up on how to move his feet to stay afloat, splashing driplets of water right onto Mason’s face who tried to take cover by moving his head to the side.

Hearing their laughters and seeing them bonding was enough to fill your heart with joy, visible in the little tear that streamed down your face before you could even stop it.

Nate was so happy about the new things learnt with his dad he couldn’t stop talking about them during lunch and for the rest of the day too. He only stayed quiet when it was time for his afternoon nap.

“If you stay quiet I’ll buy you the biggest ice-cream ever”

“Mase!” You jokingly punched him on his arm “Bribing a kid is so vile”

“Yeah but at least our ears can have a break”

You shook your head as he leant forward to kiss your cheek.

“Mummy, can you come swimming with me?”

“Yeah, so your daddy can stay here thinking about his despicable actions” Mason smirked as he took in your figure getting up from the sun bed, ready to go and take a dip. He bit on his lower lip, trying to resist the urge to roam his hands over your body. You warned him to stay quiet only with the use of your glare

That day at the beach soon came to an end and, needless to say, your baby boy was so tired he couldn’t even keep his eyes open while having dinner.

At night you were there, reading Nate his bedtime story as he was looking at the dark blue sky punctuated with bright stars outside the window.

"Mummy?"

"Tell me, sweetie" You smiled as you ran your hand through his dark hair.

"You know daddy told me he's so proud of me?"

"I bet he is! You're the most awesome kid ever" You leant forward to kiss his forehead.

"And he told me he loves me more than all the stars in the sky"

"You mean to the moon and back?"

"No, he told me he loves me more than all the stars!"

"Is that so? So I love you more than all the stars and all the planets"

"It's not possible!" He tells you laughing wholeheartedly.

"Who says it is not possible??"

Your son's laughter got even louder as you started tickling him, calling Mason's attention.

"Hey what's all this noise? What's happening?"

"Mama told me she loves me more than all the stars and all the planets"

"Oh really?" Mason took a seat on the bed so he was now beside you and you were both facing Nate. "It can't be possible cause I love you more than all the stars, all the planets and the Moon!"

You looked at him agape, pretending to be shocked by his answer, making your son giggle.

"How dare you?? I love him more than all the stars, all the planets, the Moon and the Sun!"

"Oh oh, you're so damn wrong baby! And what about the galaxies?"

"What is galaxies?"

"Galaxies are little families of stars, just like you, me and daddy"

You both smiled when a yawn left Nate's lips.

"Okay little star, time to sleep now" Mason smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Dada?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we swim again tomorrow?"

"Of course, champ. Can't wait to"

Mason's smile was still there on his lips, not the slightest hint of it leaving them. He gently held his hand in his, brushing his thumb over his tiny fingers.

"Mama?"

"Mhh?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, baby"

"And what about me?" Mason asked, pretending to be offended.

"I love you too" Nate admitted giggling.

"Much better now"

You both waited for him to fall asleep before you left his bedroom and got a seat on the porch, so you could let the fresh breeze lull you and watch the starry sky above you.

Mason lighlty tapped on his thigh for you to sit on his lap, making you smile as you did so.

"Sky's so beautiful"

"Yes it is" He brushed his lips against your cheek. "Do you love me more than all the stars and everything or is it just for that little one?"

Mason's slight jealousy made you giggle as you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck.

"You're my stars and everything" You whispered, grazing his stubbly cheek with your thumb before placing a kiss on his jaw. Even if it was pitch dark at that time, you could notice the blush that tinted his cheeks.

"I love you to the moon and back" He looked down at you, his fingers lightly dancing on your skin.

"That's not true, you love Nate more"

"What are you saying?? I should love you only for the fact that you brought him into the world"

"Only for that?"

"Of course" He giggled against your wrinkled lips, waiting for him to kiss them.

"When are we going to make baby number two?"

"Is it an excuse to hide your horny self?"

"No, I really think we should give Nate a little brother"

"What about a little sister?"

"Even better"

What was the saying? Those who have time do not waste time? Well, that night you two took it quite literally…

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fluff #mason mount fics #mason mount imagines #dad! mason #chelsea #chelsea imagines #chelsea fics #england nt #england nt imagines #england nt fics #football imagines #football fics #football writing #premier league #premier league imagines

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