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penelopehere · 19 hours ago

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How They Became Demons HCs With Saja Boys

Jinu

Most of Jinu’s backstory is already revealed in the movie, with him being born into an extremely poor family

I believe his father left when he was young in order to find better work, making Jinu promise to protect his mother and sister

Jinu agreed, not knowing he would never see or hear from him again

From there Jinu took it upon himself to become the provider of the family, doing whatever it took to care for them

He worked odd jobs, no matter how degrading or difficult, including cleaning up after animals, becoming a blacksmith assistant, miner etc

However none of these were ever stable, with those in charge often taking advantage of those beneath them by cutting their pay through the threat of being replaced or even abused

His last hope was busking on the streets, as seen in the film

However, he received little success with this since most people in his village only respected professional musicians

At this point his insecurities got louder, saying he was a failure to his family and that he broke his promise to his father

That night, he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if things were different; if he was talented enough to get people’s attention with his music, knowing he’d do whatever it took to make it happen

Then the next day, when he tried busking again, something amazing happened

People actually stopped to listen; applauding and even paying him after each song

He was able to make a stable living from this, providing his mother and sister with a stable source of food and housing

Eventually news of his abilities reached the emperor, and he was invited to perform for the royal palace

Unable to refuse, he followed the guards, promising his family he would return with good news

After his show, he was gifted with praise, money and gifts; things he would have never dreamed possible for someone like him

He profusely thanked the emperor, who also praised his talent

He dined with the other performers, all of them bonding over their fortune

However, near the end of the night, he insisted on going back to his family

He showed them the silks, jewelry and food he was given; memorising the smiles on his mother and sister’s faces as they saw what he brought

Eventually he was invited to the palace again, only this time to stay permanently

He was escorted with his family to the gates, eager to show them the life of luxury he witnessed

However, they were stopped by the guards as they tried to enter; clarifying that only Jinu was invited to stay

He hesitated for a moment, confused and heartbroken that he wasn’t able to bring his family

But before any arguments could leave his mouth, the voice appeared again

They reminded him of the humiliation and torture he had to endure while on the streets, constantly being faced with his family’s upset faces and the guilt he felt from it

He then let go of his sister’s hand, promising to find a way for them to stay when he was able to speak to the emperor

His sister screamed and cried for her brother not to leave as their mother held her back; sadness filling her gaze as she felt the uncertainty in his words

Then as the gates closed, Jinu saw the heartbroken faces of his family for the last time

Days would go by where he lived in the palace, enoying his newfound lifestyle

He would constantly miss his sister and mother, wanting to approach those in charge to see if they could stay with him

But after he brought up the idea to a few nobles who quickly turned him down, the voice in his head got louder; telling him that if he asked for too much that he would be kicked out

So he stayed quiet, secretly sending things to his family over the following weeks

He reseceievd letters in return, but was too guilt ridden to open them

He had given up on asking for his family to stay with him, and he lived in the palace for months while still making sure they were provided for

Then one day, the letters stopped

The voice said it was Jinu’s own fault, that he was a selfish son and his family finally realised that

It wasn’t until years later, when he finally left the palace for one of the emperor’s international guests, did he find where he was sending the money and gifts

Instead of the humble cottage he thought his mother and sister were in, there was an empty plot

Apparently the village had been using what he sent to provide for the townsfolk, and no one knew what happened to his family

He lived with the guilt of abandoning them for the rest of his life, and was constantly reminded of it by Gwi-Ma even when his soul was brought to the demon world

After being tortured with the memory for so many years, the exact way he betrayed his family became overley focused on that one moment when he let go of his sister’s hand at those gates

Gwi-Ma made sure he didn’t remember any of the times he tried straying away from the voices in his head, all so Juni would remain under his control

Baby

Grew up in an orphanage, living in and out of overcrowded rooms for most of his life

But he was used to it, making the best out of the situation and entertaining himself by playing tricks on the people in the neighborhood

This could be as small as just drawing on their face while they slept, or escalate to him stealing their car

Would always manage to recruit other kids he knew to get involved with his schemes

However, if they ever got caught, he would take responsibility; saying he deserved the ‘credit’ for any prank they pulled

Would therefore get punished frequently; getting scolded, running errands for his victims, missing out on meals, dealing with the police, even having to transfer orphanages a few times

But he thought it was worth it, knowing these pranks brought joy to both him and his friends

However his behaviour also scared off a lot of potential parents, most not wanting to adopt him

This would often times make him feel lonely and unwanted, not thinking it was possible for a family to be able to handle who he really was

He would begin to outgrow the other kids; becoming one of the oldest orphans in the building

It frustrated him seeing all his friends leave, not understanding why they didn’t want things to stay as they were

Eventually decided to not interact with the new kids that often, knowing they were just going to leave when they found something better

Would hear a voice telling him they’re all just waiting for him to leave, wanting to abandon him the first chance they got because of how immature he was

His pranks then became more frequent and malicious, even targeting it towards the other orphans

Would purposefully do this when potential parents came, not wanting any of them to get adopted

One day, when he locked in his room as punishment, he couldn’t stop obsessing over the fact that he was almost about to outgrow the orphanage and be kicked out

But then he began to think about what if he didn’t have to; dreaming of if he could stay young forever, never needing parents or being told off for being immature

The next day he would wake up, forgetting about the thoughts he had the previous night and continuing his normal routine of pranking

However, over the next couple weeks, he noticed those around him looking different

Kids would start to look older a lot faster, some of them growing unreasonably tall overnight or getting wrinkles all over their face

He wouldn’t think anything of it, but noted that the same thing happened even when he transferred orphanages

Meanwhile, he himself never seemed to age a day and even began to look younger

A few of his friends would come by to visit him- some of them adopted while others still living in orphanages-, hearing news that he was still refusing visits with potential parents

They said they worried about him since he wasn’t outgrowing his childish habits, thinking he’d never be ready for life as an adult

Naturally he’d lash out; telling them that they were the ones that changed for the worse and he shouldn’t be told off for being true to who he was

From then on he drove away anyone that still tried to connect him, and eventually just decided to leave without a trace

Would frequently steal and do a few odd jobs to get by, not wanting to find anything more stable

However, the longer he was from the orphanage, the faster he seemed to age

Within a week he would be getting wrinkles and a few grey hairs, but excused it as the of stress of living on his own

However, when he was particularly struggling, he managed to find a shelter to crash in

It was then he began to look a lot younger, with those around him physically changing the same way people at the orphanage were

While he never fully acknowledged it while he was alive, he saw subconsciously recognised that whenever he looked younger those around him aged faster

Took advantage of this, using his youthful appearance to manipulate those into trusting him so he could steal from them, get gifts, receive preferential treatment etc

Even got a few modelling and acting jobs from it, everyone astonished with his face despite his age

The longer he lived this lifestyle though, the faster those around him began to age

It got frightening, seeing people grow older in mere minutes and not being able to stop it

The guilt began eating at him, but the voice in his head prevented him from fully processing that it was his fault

However, when he was trying to pickpocket a middle aged man and witnessed him dropping dead in front of him, he began to panic

Ran from the scene, sprinting by other people who began to fall to the ground

Wasn’t paying attention and eventually died when a car hit him; the driver passing out at the steering wheel

His final moments were surrounded by people he killed, and all the guilt began to rush back to him; that his inability to grow up caused so many people to feel pain

He brought nothing but suffering to others for his own selfish reasons, and the memories of that put him under Gwi-Ma’s control for the rest of his existence

Romance

The area he lived in was rather conservative, everyone being expected to act a certain way

This pressure was particularly prevalent in Romance’s family, with them being highly respected in their neighborhood

Therefore he was needed to act perfect at all times, wanting their son to be seen as the ‘golden boy’ of the community

He was enrolled in various classes since he was young; etiquette, fencing, debate, art etc

Even at school he was always the captain, leader, teacher’s favorite, the poplar kid

Whatever someone wanted him to be, he would find a way to make it happen

However, this put him under an immense amount of stress

He would obsess over every aspect of himself, finding random flaws in everything he did

Whether that be a single hair out of place, or if something he said didn’t have the exact reaction he was expected

His parents would drill this mindset into him, further criticizing anything they deemed wasn’t perfect

This made him feel like he was never enough, filling that void by getting validation from others

He would try to charm all of his peers, feeling a rush of satisfaction with every love letter and confession he received

Even with people who didn’t like or feel anything for him initially, he would manage to talk his way into their hearts and get on their good side

However, he would eventually come across someone who didn’t like him

This wouldn't just be indifference, but pure hate no matter what he did

When he finally managed to confront them on it- confused as to why they wouldn’t like him since they hadn’t even interacted as much- he would just be told that he seemed really fake

Since this was so close to the truth, he wouldn’t know how to react; stuttering out disagreements as his brain rushed to find ways to convince them otherwise

Since that moment, his insecurities began to eat at him even more

Thoughts of this person telling everyone that he was just using a persona, or that maybe his peers felt the same way and were just pretending to be nice to him

It’d cause him to spiral, overdoing everything he usually did

Would spend hours on his physique and style to the point of exhaustion, hung out with multiple admirers one-on-one to get their praise, spending every waking moment trying to get more praise

But even then, it wouldn’t feel like enough

Not if there was someone out there who saw through his mask and didn’t like him

This would make him feel more insecure about his true personality, wanting to hide it even further

So the voices in his head got louder and louder, until it was the only thing he was able to think of

All he wanted was to be be perfect to everyone, obsessing over how he would do anything to make it happen

Then one day, everything seemed to fall into place

When he went to school, everyone began to obsess over him more than usual

He didn’t even have to do anything to charm them before they were tripping over themselves trying to get his attention

Even the only person that hated him began acting strange, hovering nearby in case he needed anything

At first he was confused, but also relieved that everyone was back to loving him; trying to relish in it no matter how unsettled and intense the change in behaviour was

But when he came back home, his parents were acting the same way

There was no more criticism, only pointless praise and obsession

He managed to convince himself that this was for the best; that he was finally perfect and fulfilling the role he was always meant to do

So he played into their obsessions, not wanting the validation to go away

Even as he got older, things remained the same

Every interviewer, stranger, even friends he tried to make treated him like he was some kind of deity

Sometimes he considered letting the mask fall and actually forming a genuine connection with someone

However the voices in his head would quickly disagree, reminding him of the anxiety he felt when he was confronted by someone who hated him

So he played pretend, being the person who everyone wanted him to be until the day he died and was put under Gwi-Ma’s control

Abby

Was most likely raised in an extremely competitive environment, where strength was the only thing he was valued for

His athletic abilities were recognised when he was really young, and he was pushed into a solo sport such as boxing

Spent most of his childhood in tournaments and trainings sessions, doing more press events when he was older and started winning more

Loved the praise he received from his coaches, family, and the fanbase he got from it

The validation was the main thing that motivated him into being the best, causing him to be known as one of the more cocky and narcissistic competitors

Won most of his matches and was disrespectful about it afterwards, practically spitting on his opponents as he egged on the crowd to keep cheering for him

However if he lost, he’d get extremely pisses; screaming insults at the referee and competitor as he was forced out of the ring

Has been suspended from the sport frequently, but he used the time to train even harder and tell his fans that the organisation was just scared of him

The only reason he wasn’t banned entirely was cause his coaches got him to stop right before it got too serious

Was also a fan favourite so removing him would lose the industry a lot of money

By the time he was a teenager he was extremely well know, having fan bases across the country as he made his way to the national level

Was surrounded by competitors that also believed losing wasn’t an option, emphasizing this mindset in him

His coach told him he was destined to be the best and if he failed, he was worth nothing

Caused him to give it his all as he prepared for the national qualifier match, frequently passing out and needing to see doctors because of how hard he pushed himself

He tried to play off his nerves when entering the ring, trash talking immediately with a cocky grin on his face

However, the round ended quick; with his opponent getting a few good hits in that had Abby almost falling to the ground

He stood his ground for a bit, but ended up losing in a knockout

When he came to,- slowly getting up from the ground and realizing what had happened- he froze

Instead of the usual anger that coursed through his veins when he failed, all he felt was fear

He believed that this proved he wasn’t good enough to be with the greats, and that everyone now knew it

When the interviewer came in, trying to get him to comment on his recent match, he snapped

Pushed the camera out of his face and was seething at everyone who was in his way as he made his way to the locker room

His coach came in, causing Abby to freeze and look down in shame

The only thing he was told was to win the next qualifier, and then he was left alone

Refused to see anyone after that, training constantly and being fueled by the fact that he had to win this next tournament

Responded online to his fans a couple days later, saying that his opponent got lucky and that they should still expect great things from him the next time he fought

Began studying the other people in his division, the doubt creeping in when he saw their abilities

This feeling was emphasized by the fact that more fans and sponsors were doubting his abilities, with him losing some traction in the industry

He constantly felt that petrifying fear from the ring all over again

Thinking that maybe this is it, that he’ll never be able compete at a higher level

In the days leading up to the qualifying match, these emotions skyrocketed and he could barely pay attention enough to train properly

The voices in his head made him focus on being the best, not being able to think about anything but the fact that he’d do whatever he needed to be the strongest

He put on an act for the public, telling the press that he was ready to prove he was the greatest

When he stepped into the ring though, he felt a surge on energy flow through him

When the bell rang, he threw a singular punch and managed to knock his opponent out

The entire arena was quiet for a few moments, before the crowd erupted into cheers

He stood dumbfounded, not expecting it to be this easy

But when the referee put his hand up- signalling he was the winner- he snapped out of it and an arrogant smile creeped onto his face

Bathed in the praise, telling the interviewer that he was going to win this entire thing

And sure enough, all his matches went a similar way; ending in only a few seconds as Abby was too fast and strong for his opponents

His coach put him on a press tour after he won nationals, saying he was the best in the country and soon the world

Those around him told him to cherish this spotlight, not knowing when it was going to drop

From this, his fear of people doubting his abilities like they did when he lost his first nationals would constantly arise

However, he’d cover this up by being a lot more cocky and rude

Would never shy away from hate comments either, saying they were just jealous

Eventually became renowned on the world level, doing extremely well on the international stage as he represented Korea

However, he’ll never forgot the last match from that tournament

He let the energy in him guide him as usual, going in for the knockout

But then a deafening crack filed the stadium, his opponent crumpling to the floor

When he looked down, he saw the man’s skull caved in as a pool of blood appeared around him

Some people in the audience screamed, others cheers, while many remained quiet

Abby was rushed out of the ring, his coach preventing anyone from talking to him

Was kept in his room with limited contact until the police arrived, needing his statement since his opponent died instantly

It was scandal, with many people thinking he cheated somehow or that he did it on purpose

But the matter was quickly dealt with, with his coach pushing Abby to keep going and prepare for the next torunmanet

The voices in his head told him to not stop, or else he’d never be the greatest and people would know he was worth nothing

So he continued, putting on his mask and not letting the doubt get to him

In his career, there were multiple instances of the same terrifying thing happening; his opponents getting basically bruistlised, some to the point of paralysation and even death

Every matter was swept under the rug because of his popularity and notoriety

However, while didn’t do it on purpose and even tried pulling his punches a couple of times, he would never forget each person that died by his hands

He continued to fight for his ego and own selfishness, never letting himself fester in the doubt and guilt; instead letting it fuel him

He never felt the extent of these feelings until he faced Gwi-Ma, who now never let him forget his mistakes

Mystery

Had a rather tight knit friend group growing up, all of them being inseparable since they were young

Even going as far as having matching bracelets or something similar

Had a few regular hang out spots all over the city; mainly abandoned areas or parks where they could be by themselves without anyone bothering them

If they weren’t there, then they’d either be at some arcade or messing with people in the neighbourhood

Mystery was one of the only members that didn’t try to branch out and make other friends, content with the group that he had

None of them even considered the fact that they would leave each other

That was until they started high school

Slowly, everyone started having a reason to leave

Whether it was having to move because their parents got a new job in a different city, getting too busy to hangout as often, or merely just drifting apart

Eventually it was just Mystery and one other friend

But even he began to grow distant, and Mystery could feel their friendship slipping away no matter what he did

Mystery then confronted his friend on it, feeling fearful of the idea of being left alone

The friend told him that these things just happen sometimes, and the two began to argue

Ended with the friend taking Mystery’s friendship bracelet, saying he was stupid for keeping it

He then ran off, and Mystery went to chase him as they made their way through the city

At one point the friend was too distracted with getting away that he went into a subway and fell onto the tracks

Before Mystery could react, a train came and killed him instantly

He was stuck in place; not moving as those around him screamed and pushed past him to see what had happened

He only reacted when some officers pulled him aside, questioning him since the two of them seemed to be in an altercation

Was rather quiet in the interrogation room, answering everything short sentences

The investigation stretched out for a while, with the media trying to get Mystery comment on the event

Classmates would even corner him at school, bullying and calling him a horrible person for killing his own friend

Even a few people from his old group reached out, some asking how this could have happened while others asked how he could do such a thing

Would get to the point he couldn’t go out with being bothered; whether that were people asking him questions, the media, people making fun of him or just weird stares

Ended up staying home most of the time, skipping school and only leaving if he needed to

Would find solace in going to his friends’ old spots since he knew no one would find him

Kept getting flashbacks of that moment in the subway, not being able to handle the guilt

He knew he deserved all the hate, and wanted nothing more than to disappear

He kept thinking that he’d do anything for people to just leave him alone

EVentually he went back home, feeling that things were eerily quiet but brushing it off and making his way to his room

The next morning, however, he noticed his parents weren’t there

Everything was untouched; nothing being out of place but no trace where they could have gone

He just assumed they went out, continuing to get ready to go to school and mentally preparing himself for the looks he would get

However, they never came

Everyone just looked passed him, not acknowledging his existence

He was confused, but took it as a small win as he made his way to class

It was then he noticed something was really wrong, when the teacher didn’t even call his name during attendance

The same thing happened multiple times later during different periods, but he didn’t want to ask about it and bring attention to himself

Had to take the train back home because his parents didn’t end up picking him up

He dreaded it, not wanting to be noticed and bombarded with questions again

However, nothing happened

Then when he came home, the house was still empty

He looked around for his parents and even tried calling them but got no answer

Weeks would go by with this happening; being alone in the house and no one acknowledging him when he went out

When he did try approaching someone, catuously asking if they knew who he was, they gave him a weird look and denied it

Felt a bit scared at first, thinking it wasn’t possible for everyone to have forgotten him

Then tried approaching a few old classmates who would reply and say that they knew him, not understanding why he was asking such a thing

However, the moment the conversation ended, they would act as if they didn’t know he was there

He wasn’t sure if this was ideally what he wanted, but was internally relieved no one was asking him about the incident

The main thing he worried about was the disappearance of his parents

But then the voices in his head got louder, telling him they probably left because he was a murderer

Flashes of that day at the train tracks played in his head again, and it felt like the guilt was suffocating him

Never went out of his way to find his family again, thinking that they left on purpose

Spent the rest of his life like this, hovering as a shadow no matter where he went

Even when he did consider trying to open up to someone again, the memory of what happened to his old group would fill his head

He believed it would be best if he just kept to himself, and remained unknown

So he did, all the way up until his death; the memory of what had happened allowing Gwi-Ma to control him forever

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bitchinbarzal · 2 days ago

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Emergency Contact | M Kesselring

summary: you never changed your emergency contact and he never stopped showing up.

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You don’t realise you’ve still got Michael listed as your emergency contact until you’re half-conscious in the back of an ambulance, blood trickling down your temple, vision swimming in and out. The paramedic asks if there’s anyone they should call and you try to give them your sister’s name, or maybe your best friend, but the record they’ve pulled already has a name. His. And you never changed it.

You’re trying to explain that it’s a mistake. That there’s someone else. That he’s not—he shouldn’t be involved. But it doesn’t matter. They’ve already called. And when the hospital doors slide open and your bed rolls past the waiting area, he’s standing right there.

He looks older somehow. Or maybe just tired. Same frame, same face, same stupid hoodie you used to wear when it was cold and you didn’t want to ask for your own. When he sees you, he swears under his breath and follows without hesitation.

You come to fully in the hospital bed, surrounded by too-white walls and the low hum of machines. Your head is pounding but your body feels light, like it hasn’t caught up to the trauma yet. You hear a chair shift and your eyes flick toward the movement. He’s there. Michael.

You blink slowly. “Why are you here?”

“They called me,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Emergency contact, remember?”

“I didn’t mean for that to still be you.”

“I figured.” He doesn’t sound offended. If anything, he sounds careful. “But I came anyway.”

He stays quiet after that, just sitting by the bed with his hands clasped in front of him like he doesn’t know what to do with them anymore. Like maybe he hasn’t known in a while.

“How bad is it?” you ask, your voice thin and tired.

“Concussion. Needed stitches. You were unconscious for a bit but you’re okay now.”

You nod and let the silence wrap around you again. But it’s not the same silence that sat between you in the last few months of your relationship. That one was tense and bitter, full of things unsaid. This one is gentler. Sad, but not angry.

“I didn’t mean to pull you into this,” you say eventually.

He shakes his head. “You didn’t. I just… I needed to see for myself that you were okay.”

There’s something in his voice you almost don’t recognise. Not until he adds, “I was scared.”

You blink, and it stings. “Why?”

He looks at you like it’s the dumbest question in the world. “Because I still care. Because even after everything, you’re still the person I think about first when something happens.”

You want to say something back but you don’t know how. So you don’t. You just watch him as he leans back in the chair, his knee bouncing, his gaze fixed on the edge of your blanket like it might offer some kind of answer.

When the nurse mentions you’ll need someone to stay with you the first night back, he answers before you can. “I’ll do it.”

You shoot him a look but he just shrugs. “I want to.”

You don’t have the energy to argue. And maybe, deep down, you don’t want to.

The ride home is quiet. He drives your car like he used to. Left hand loose on the wheel. Right hand flexing on his thigh. You glance at him once, maybe twice, and it hits you how familiar this all still feels. Like no time has passed. Like the last fight, the last tears, the final goodbye, never happened.

He helps you into bed, finds the extra pillow without asking, even knows where the painkillers are. You hate how natural it all feels. You hate that you still know how he takes his coffee and that he still knows how you like your blankets folded.

“Why’d you really come?” you ask in the dark, your voice just above a whisper.

There’s a pause, and then he answers just as softly. “Because you’re still the first person I want to show up for. Even when I shouldn’t be. Even when it hurts.”

You turn your head on the pillow to look at him. He’s sitting in the chair beside your bed again, same as earlier, arms crossed over his chest like he’s trying to keep himself together.

“I didn’t change my emergency contact,” you say, “because I think I always hoped it’d still be you.”

His expression shifts. Not surprise. Just something softer. Something that looks a lot like hope.

“I never stopped caring,” you add.

Michael stands slowly, walks over, and sits gently on the edge of your bed. He reaches for your hand, pauses, then curls his fingers around yours like he used to. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“I didn’t know how to fight for something I thought I was already losing,” he says. “I thought giving you space was the right thing. But I was wrong. I should’ve stayed. Should’ve tried harder. I thought I was doing the kind thing by stepping back.”

“You didn’t trap me,” you murmur. “You just let me go.”

He leans in then, forehead resting against yours, and for a second neither of you breathe. When he kisses you, it’s careful. Like he’s not sure if this is okay. Like he’s waiting for you to stop him.

But you don’t.

You kiss him back like your heart never figured out how not to.

The next morning, he’s in the kitchen, burning toast and swearing at the toaster like it personally offended him. You walk in, sore and slow, and he turns like he’s been caught.

“You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“You’re supposed to be letting someone else cook.”

He laughs, low and sheepish. “I wanted to make you breakfast. Still terrible at it.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He looks at you for a moment, all soft eyes and sleep-mussed hair. “I wanted to.”

And this time, you believe him.

You believe he’s here because he wants to be. Not out of guilt. Not out of obligation.

Because he never stopped showing up.

And maybe this time, you won’t stop him from staying.

#michael kesselring imagine #michael kesselring x reader #nhl imagine

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juudesgirl · 3 days ago

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The Space He Chose - Jude Bellingham (Part 1)

It had been almost four weeks since Jude ended it.

Y/N still remembered the exact moment — the way the light had faded behind him as the sun set through the Madrid skyline, the way he’d stood awkwardly in their apartment, hands in his pockets, voice low, like he was reading a pre-rehearsed script.

“I need to focus. On the game. On my career. I can’t give you the time you deserve. I don’t want to keep failing you, Y/N… I think this is the right thing.”

She hadn’t argued. Because what could she say to someone who had already made up his mind?

She’d nodded. Swallowed the lump in her throat. Packed quietly. Left the place that had once felt like home with just a suitcase and the aching echo of goodbye.

Now, back in Birmingham, Y/N walked through the city streets wrapped in her navy trench coat, scarf snug around her neck, trying to push the chill away — the one in the air and the one inside her chest.

She wasn’t meant to be out long. Just picking up a book from her favorite indie bookstore. A little corner of comfort she used to visit with Jude whenever he was home — before Madrid, before everything changed.

She was halfway to the till when she heard it.

“Y/N?”

She turned, heart immediately skipping.

Denise.

Her soft brown eyes sparkled the same way they always had. Next to her stood Mark, tall and composed as always, and Jobe, taller now but still carrying that mischief in his grin.

Y/N froze, breath caught between surprise and heartache.

Denise’s face lit up. “Oh my God! Look who it is!”

And before Y/N could even think, Denise had wrapped her in a warm, tight hug. The kind of hug that used to feel like home.

Mark smiled warmly. “What a lovely surprise. How’ve you been, love?”

Jobe grinned. “Didn’t expect to see you here. You’re back for a bit?”

Y/N offered a tight, polite smile, her fingers gripping her tote bag just a little harder.

“Just visiting some old places,” she said gently.

“Tell Jude we said hi,” Denise said cheerfully. “And please tell him to finally reply in the family group chat. We’ve been trying to get him to commit to a date for the next family dinner, and all he did was react to our message with a thumbs up emoji!”

Jobe laughed. “Seriously, when you’re with him, just grab his phone and type out a reply for him.”

Y/N’s smile faded slightly. The lump in her throat returned.

She took a breath. Now or never.

“I’m… I’m not with Jude anymore.”

Silence.

Denise’s expression faltered. Her brows lifted, a stunned softness taking over her face. Mark blinked, his hands slipping into his coat pockets. Jobe stopped fiddling with the book he was holding.

“What… what do you mean?” Denise asked softly, almost cautiously.

Y/N swallowed hard, feeling her heart hammer in her chest. “We broke up. About a month ago.”

Jobe looked between them all, utterly confused. “Wait, what? Are you serious?”

Y/N nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. It… wasn’t my choice.”

Denise’s lips parted, eyes glistening. “Oh, sweetheart… what happened?”

Y/N held their gaze for a moment, then looked down at her hands. She didn’t want to cry in this bookstore. Not again. Not in front of them.

“You’ll have to ask Jude,” she said quietly. “He… he said he needed to focus on football. That he didn’t have space for anything else. For me.”

Mark looked away for a moment, jaw tight. Denise’s hand instinctively reached for Y/N’s, squeezing it.

“I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to you all,” Y/N said, voice thick with emotion. “You’ve been such a huge part of my life these past few years. And I love you all so much. Truly.”

Her voice cracked.

“I just didn’t expect my last time seeing you to be… like this.”

Denise blinked quickly, as if pushing tears back. “You don’t have to say goodbye, you know. You’re still family to us.”

“I know,” Y/N whispered, offering a sad smile. “But I think… I need to let go. Completely. And I think this is part of that.”

There was a long silence.

“I’m really glad I ran into you today,” she continued. “I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I hadn’t had the chance to see you. To tell you in person. And to thank you. For everything. For letting me be part of your world. For treating me like one of your own.”

Her eyes welled.

“Please take care of each other. And Jude. Even if he pushes you away a bit — just remind him he’s not alone.”

She leaned in and hugged Denise tightly. Then Mark. Then Jobe.

And then she stepped back.

“Goodbye,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

And with that, Y/N turned and walked out into the cold grey afternoon, blinking back tears, her heart breaking quietly all over again.

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redrose10 · 2 days ago

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Something I wrote last night…

Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and mental health struggles, depression

Word Count: 2,345

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Some days Yoongi gets like this. It has been happening since his teenage years. He doesn’t know how or why. From the moment he gets up and out of bed to the moment he finally lays down in that same spot at the end of the night he feels it. Anxiety, worry, guilt, and a little bit of sadness. He over thinks everything. Wonders if he’s doing too much and too little all at the same time. There is a dark cloud that follows over him the entire day causing him hardships that only he sees.

He accidentally cut off a car on his way to work. He didn’t mean to. A split second of poor judgement. There was no accident. No harm. The other person probably forgot about it seconds later, but not Yoongi. He thought about it all day, worried that the other person, a complete stranger, was still angry with him over it.

When he texted Jimin asking if he wanted to meet up for lunch he replied with a simple ‘sure what time?’ Jimin always included emojis in his texts. Always. It was annoyingly cute. Yoongi spent the rest of the morning spiraling and wondering what he did to upset his friend. In reality Jimin was running late to an appointment and just wanted to make sure he responded before he forgot because he always gets excited when Yoongi invites him out to lunch.

During these dark times his words always fail him the most. He tried working on songs that he has had in progress for months, but he got nowhere. He tried to start a new one only to spend two hours staring at a blank computer screen resulting in him just beating himself up even more. On the worst of days he’ll stop by Namjoon’s studio and hand him a piece of paper with the code to enter his own studio written on it. He’ll tell Namjoon to take whatever equipment he wants out of it and sell the rest because it’s of no use to him any more. Namjoon will smile and nod and wait for Yoongi to exit the room before tearing up the piece of paper and tossing it in the trash next to him. He doesn’t even read the numbers out of respect for his friend. He knows Yoongi will be right back there tomorrow morning ready to give it another try.

On the way back home after a long day is when Yoongi will have a realization that will cause the biggest struggle of them all.

He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to call you his wife or the love of his life.

He’s not good enough, not smart enough, not handsome enough. He’s not affectionate. He struggles greatly in these times of darkness and brings you down with him.

He’s not very romantic. Most of your dates consist of takeout and movies on the couch. He asked you to marry him on a Sunday morning while the two of you drank your coffee at the kitchen table. He didn’t even have a ring yet but you still said yes. You must have just felt pity for him.

He works hard for you. A nice house, nice cars, designer clothes, fancy vacations. He knows you could get all of that by yourself, but he wants to provide it for you. It makes him feel good, needed even. He’ll cook you an amazing dinner including dessert and will even wash every single dish afterwards, but will struggle to tell you how beautiful you look that same night.

He doesn’t know how to tell you how much he loves you. He’s tried. He can feel it in his chest so deeply it hurts, but for seem reason his brain struggles to let him say it to your face. Like his own security blanket, a way to protect his heart from getting broken once again.

So every night he waits until you’re asleep all snuggled and safe in his arms and then he’ll whisper it into your ear.

But what if that isn’t enough?

What if you want more than he can provide? What if you’re unhappy? What if you regret ever marrying him? What if you want a divorce? What if you’ve already found someone else? No one else will ever love you like he does, but someone else will be able to say they do.

Because at the end of the day he’s nothing special…he’s just Yoongi.

By the time he pulls into the parking garage he has tears spilling down his cheeks and his breathing is ragged. He parks in his assigned spot which is thankfully towards the back corner of the garage and lays the leather seat of his car back to try and calm down. He sets a timer and then uses his breathing techniques that he learned years ago to hopefully prevent his body from going into full panic mode.

After fifteen minutes the timer goes off and he starts to gather his things and heads up to your apartment.

His head is pounding and his chest aches. He knows he is moments away from crying again, but he enters your home anyways.

He knows you won’t judge him. You won’t question what’s wrong until he’s ready to talk and that only makes him feel even less worthy of having you in his life.

When Yoongi gets to the kitchen he sees an assortment of fruits and veggies spread out on the counter. It seemed like you had a good time at the local farmers market with your friend. He immediately eyes a very large basket of tangerines. A small smiles forms on his face for the first time that day.

Then he notices the watermelon sitting off to the side. It’s one of your favorites, but you have made it very clear how much you hate cutting them. The effort, the mess, the danger…he shudders at the memory of having to bandage your poor little pinkie finger after the knife slipped while you were trying to slice through the watermelon rind. Yoongi tells you all the time to just buy the precut ones from the grocery store but you refuse to spend the extra money and you also don’t want to use more plastic than necessary which he admires.

Yoongi moves around the kitchen with ease grabbing the cutting board and one of the bigger chefs knives. Silently he gets to working cutting through the watermelon making sure to get the pieces just to the size you like. He’s so focused on the task before him that he doesn’t hear you come into the kitchen and is startled when your arms wrap around his waist.

“When did you get home?”, you mumble into his back, “You should’ve came and got me.” The vibrations tickle slightly.

“Just a little bit ago.”, he smiles yet again, “I wanted to get this watermelon cut for you.”

You squeezed him a little tighter as a silent thank you. Yoongi feels his heart thud.

“Did you see the tangerines? They probably thought I was crazy buying so many of them, but I know they’re your favorite and these ones looked so ripe and juicy.”, you excitedly exclaimed already reaching for one to peel for him.

As Yoongi continues to cut away at the melon you sit on top of the counter and feed him pieces of the tangerine while he listens about your day.

Your favorite cafe has a limited time pineapple drink for the summer months, but you had already had your heart set on the hibiscus lemonade so you’ll have to try it another day. Yoongi makes a mental note to take you there for lunch tomorrow.

He finds himself genuinely laughing for the first time that day when you tell him about the bee that viciously chased after your friend causing her to run into a wall spilling her latte all over herself.

He gives you a questioning look when you tell him about the cute baby goats you saw at the farmers market. The two of you have had this conversation many times before because you refuse to accept that goats are not good pets for an apartment.

You grab a piece of the watermelon and pretend like you’re going to feed it to him just like you did with the tangerines only to pop it in your mouth at the last second instead.

“Oh we’re going to play that game huh?”, he questions playfully. Your giggles that follow sound better than any melody he’s ever written.

Then you grab another piece of the melon and this time you actually feed it to him. It’s juicy and sweet and it’s perfect just like you.

“Thank you for cutting up the watermelon. You know how much I loathe doing that.”, you say before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi grabs a piece of the melon and feeds it to you, “Any time jagiya.”, he whispers as he watches you happily enjoy the fruits of his labor.

“I’ll clean all this up. Go take a bath and get changed into something comfy.”, you say as you hop off of the counter, “I thought we could order some food tonight and start watching that new drama everyone’s talking about. Or…should I say I’ll watch the new drama while you watch the first ten minutes and then snore through the rest.”, you laugh.

Yoongi fakes offense, but deep down knows you’re 100% right so he ends up laughing with you before walking off to the bedroom.

On the bed you’ve already laid out his favorite sweats and tshirt. A new pair of fluffy lavender infused socks that you got for him at the farmers market today are next to them. In the bathroom you’ve already got his skin care put out on the counter and his favorite eucalyptus bubble bath is placed on the tub along with a brand new vanilla scented candle sitting next to it.

There’s also a new bottle of some fancy goat milk lotion you probably got at the farmers market today. A note taped to it reads, If we had our own pet goat I wouldn’t have to spend so much money on fancy lotions made by other people…Just saying.

The note makes him laugh and shake his head at the same time. He starts to get undressed until he’s hit with a wave of emotions so strong it makes him nauseated. He decides that he can’t take it any more so he goes to find you.

You’re still in the kitchen and when he calls your name you look at him with wide eyes and cheeks full of watermelon. He bites lip to keep from laughing.

He grabs your hand and pulls you back to the bathroom with him. The water is running. He adds a touch of the bubble bath and lights the candle.

Then he helps you out of your clothes before removing his own and gently guides you into the bath with him.

He takes a seat behind you ignoring the coldness of the porcelain on his back because he’s too focused on you sitting in front of him with your back firmly pressed against his chest.

Once the tub is filled up the two of you sit there in comfortable silence while he lovingly runs his fingers across your belly and thighs until you’re nearly asleep.

“Yoongi?”, you finally speak after a while. “Hmmm.”, he hums back.

“I love you.”

His heart races. Suddenly the room feels unbearably hot and is spinning. If it wasn’t for you being perched up against him he would’ve already left.

All of those bad thoughts from earlier return. Is he good enough to receive those words? What if you don’t mean that? You’re only saying it because that’s what a wife does. You deserve better than what he can provide?

His downward spiral is broken up by you continuing, “You don’t have to say it back. I know it’s not easy for you. And you tell me you love me every day in your own little ways. I just wanted to make sure I told you that today.”

Your words repeat in his head like a mantra and he relaxes back against the tub with you against him.

Maybe you are right. He may not be able to tell you in words how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, but he tries to show you in everything that he does.

Slowly as the night goes on the dark cloud that has been hanging above his head starts to dissipate.

When the bath is over the two of you fill yourselves on pizza and ice cream.

You show him pictures of goats that are up for adoption. He rolls his eyes and laughs but internally he’s panicking because he can feel his resolve breaking and he doesn’t know how many more times hes going to be able to tell you no on the goat thing, especially when you’ve been learning techniques to make puppy dog eyes from Jungkook. Yoongi just knows he’ll end up being a goat dad by the end of the year.

He manages to stay awake for a whole episode and a half of the new drama proving you wrong. It was a major struggle though.

When he does wake up you’re silently asleep on his shoulder. As comfy as it is he knows that if you both sleep on the couch you’ll be sore tomorrow so he gathers you in his arms and brings you to the bed. Moments later he’s right there next to you.

You snuggle into his side like you always do.

Yoongi takes a moment to admire your sleeping form. No matter how hard he tries he can’t believe this is his reality.

He didn’t know a love like this was possible. Maybe that is why he struggles so hard to comprehend it.

And even though he knows that he isn’t perfect and he has his dark days, he knows that it’s okay to feel like that because while he might be just Yoongi…he is your Yoongi and you are his and that’s all he will ever need in this world.

#bts #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #bts x reader #bts fanfic #min yoongi #yoongi fic #yoongi x y/n #yoongi angst #bts yoongi #yoongi fluff #yoongi

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litsenn · 2 days ago

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Safe touch

Pairing: Astarion x reader [no gender mentioned] Word count: 1.7K Summary: Astarion is starting to have a panic attack, will you find a way to help him? Read it on AO3

Jaw clenching, alarmed eyes, trembling lips; Astarion isn’t feeling alright. And you, you recognize the first signs of a panic attack.

Approaching carefully, you try to catch his gaze with your own, but it’s shifty, elusive. You know it would be pointless to ask him how he feels.

“Astarion? Maybe you should try to breathe slowly.” You suggests in a gentle whisper.

“I don’t need to breathe.” He snaps, his voice hoarse, bitter, and his fists clenching at his sides. You can almost hear the heavy, painful lump growing in the back of this throat.

You don’t recoil. You’re not letting him down now, but you know you have to proceed carefully.

Your chambers in the Elfsong Tavern are awfully quiet. The other companions are downstairs, and you’re both supposed to join them. But you already know it won’t happen this evening.

“You might not actually need it, but sometimes it helps.”

Astarion shakes his head, his movements sharp. The wince on his face, filled with fear and anxiety, breaks your heart. You never saw him like this before, but you should have expected this to happen. After all, you’ve been back in Baldur’s Gate a few days ago only, and after the spawns’ intrusion the night before, you can’t expect Astarion to feel serene.

You need to be patient with him, and you will. He needs you to be patient.

The tension between the two of you is so heavy you can almost feel its weight on your shoulders, but it won’t stop you. You slowly walk to the bed behind Astarion and sit down on the edge. He observes you from the corner of his eyes but doesn’t make a single move.

“Please, sit with me, Astarion.”

No answer. Your heartbeat quickens with anticipation as you silently beg for him to accept.

After a moment that feels like an eternity, Astarion finally turns around hesitantly and makes a few steps toward the bed. His features are still tense, but they’re also imbued with a disarming vulnerability. You give him a gentle, hopeful smile. When he finally closes the gap between you and sits at your side, his body is still agitated with tremors and he refuses to look you in the eyes.

With great care, you slowly reached out for his hand. As soon as your skin touch, Astarion freeze for a second, before relaxing slightly just enough to let you rest your fingers against his knuckles. Your touch is light as a feather, barely brushing along his fingers. A gentle presence, but not an overwhelming one.

Your eyes never leave his face as you start to take long, deep breaths, quietly encouraging him to mimic you. He hesitates again, frowning as he watches your chest rise and fall rhythmically, the sounds of your breath like a soft music only he can hear. He opens his mouth but doesn’t speak. He breathes. You nod. One inspiration after another. He struggles to match your rhythm but eventually aligns his inspirations with yours. You’re breathing in synch, and you can easily see him relax, if only a little. Shoulders slouching slightly, his eyes finally finding yours. The moment feels precious, sacred almost. For a few long seconds, only the two of you exist, your featherlike touch on his hand, the air that passes between you, the melody of your synchronized breathing. You want to tell him it’s going to be alright. You want to tell him he’s safe. But you know words, right now, are meaningless. Your silent promises carry more truth than any grand declaration.

Another sparkle of relief rises in your chest as you feel his fingers react gently to your touch, intertwining with yours. You give a little squeeze, and he gives you sad smile that touches your soul so deeply you could have wept about it.

Breathing helps but Astarion is still unwell. No longer in panic mode, but clearly dismayed. His fingers are pressed against your palm, and another idea pops up in your mind.

Shifting slowly on the bed, you let go of his hand and sit against the bedstand. Astarion watches in confusion, a disappointed twitch of his eye as your hands part. Crossed-legged, you take a pillow and put it on your lap.

“What are you doing?” he asks in a raw whisper, as if rediscovering his breath was altering his voice.

“I’d like to try something with you, Astarion.”

He looks at you suspiciously, tensing up again.

“Nothing you’re not comfortable with!” You quickly add, desperate to reassure him. “Whatever happens, say the word and everything stops.”

The look on Astarion’s face is still that of suspicion, but you can already detect a few signs of curiosity in the way his lips curls, in the spark in his eyes. As for the tension in his body, that creeping anxiety, it hasn’t receded but it’s under control – maybe too much.

“I’m listening.” He says, his sharp gaze following your every move.

“Would you rest your head against the pillow?”

His eyes widen as he watches you pat the cushion on your lap. “I don’t understand, darling. Why would I…?”

“Please, Astarion. Can you trust me with that? I promise I won’t insist if you don’t like it.”

He lets out a laboured sigh, gazes at the room around you, taking in the quietness of the moment but also the looming threat only he can feel as the night falls upon the city.

You wait silently, until Astarion finally decides to lay down. Resting on his back, his head against the soft pillow, he’s looking up at you. Now you can feel the little tremors in his tensing muscles.

“Thank you…” you whisper, and you mean it. You’re grateful for his trust, for his willingness to give you a chance. “I’m going to touch your hair. Nothing more.”

A sarcastic chuckle leaves his lips. “And why would you do that, darling?”

“Try to relax, please. And let me know if anything feels wrong.”

He shrugs but keeps his eyes on your face. The pressure of his head against your lap is somehow comforting. It’s the first time you see his face from this perspective, and he looks as handsome as usual, albeit the anxiety still haunting his features.

“This is ridiculous.” Astarion winces, obviously unconvinced.

You don’t pay attention to that last remark, moving your hands instead, putting your fingertips against this scalp. Your touch is careful, and you watch Astarion closely, observing his reaction. The vampire spawn doesn’t react immediately, waiting for you to actually do something. Your heart is pounding hard, and you know he can hear it, feel it. You take the time you need to calm down.

When you feel ready, you start combing his silver locks with your fingers. His hair feels like silk, and you can’t help marvelling at its softness. Of course it’s not the first time you touch his hair, but you never really had the opportunity to focus on it before, to really appreciate how soft it is, to observe its luminous shine in the candlelight. For a short moment, you even forget to check on his reaction, your fingers gliding hypnotically through the silky strands.

When you focus on his face again, you instantly notice the change in his features; Astarion has closed his eyes in the meanwhile, the tension is slowly leaving his muscles, but there’s still a confused frown on his brow.

“Is it alright?” you ask hesitantly, as if afraid of his answer.

The nod he gives you is instantaneous, visceral. And it’s followed by a deep, content sigh.

You smile, you can’t help it, and you go on. You play with his hair, brushing ever so slightly against his scalp and forehead, your fingertips tracing his hairline down to his temples. Your nails aren’t that long, not after so many weeks of adventure, and some of them are even broken, but with the tip of them, you follow his hairline until your reach the nape of his neck. A gentle caress there at the top of his spine, and he shivers under your touch.

He’s smiling softly.

Your fingertips keep on travelling through his hair, combing the silver strands, and each time you brush against his ear, a little gasp escapes his lips.

He’s relaxing, progressively, slowly, but it’s working.

“Astarion…?”

“Hmmm?”

“May I touch your face?”

A moment of silence. His eyes are still closed but you can almost see the gears in his mind.

“Yes…”

Tilting your head, you carefully place your thumbs against his temples while your index fingers begin to trace his jawline, gliding down to his chin ever so slowly. Then back up again, across his cheekbones, tracing soft patterns under his eyes and from the corners of them up to his forehead. With infinite care, you let your finger glide along his eyebrows until the frown on his brow finally vanishes.

“Does it feel alright?” You ask softly.

“Keep going, darling… please.”

Your heart skips a beat. Astarion is enjoying this, and so are you.

The whole world around has disappeared, you’re both tucked in your own bubble, safe and finally peaceful.

It’s like a dance, your fingertips on his skin, sweeping away the tension, leaving goosebumps in their trail as they follow the line of his nose, the line of his lips and the corner of his mouth. You can even see that Astarion is trying not to smile, and suddenly, you want to kiss those lips. But you don’t. Not now. This is not about kissing or groping, not even about flirting.

It’s something else. Something that needs no word, no explanation.

Just your touch, safe and soft against his skin, in his hair, and Astarion’s precious mind released from the growing panic that was plaguing it just a moment ago. His body, bruised and abused so many times, finally rediscovering what tenderness truly means, finally understanding that a foreign hand is not necessarily a violent hand. All fingernails don’t scratch and cut, some of them can caress and soothe.

Before long, his features look perfectly peaceful, the fears gone, for now at least. You soon realize that he’s truly resting. Not trancing. Sleeping. You wonder if he’s dreaming, you hope there will be no nightmare, but the slight smile on his lips doesn’t vanish, and you smile with him.

#based on a hc I have and which I didn't manage to actually explain #so here's a little fic about it #astarion #spawn astarion #my writings #my stuff #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 fic #astarion fanfic #astarion hc #astarion x reader

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diabolicalevil · 2 days ago

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Which Primarchs would beg during a break up?

inspired by @ladyoflucky 's post thank youu for letting me do this

https://www.tumblr.com/ladyoflucky/787103199830081536?source=share

Lion El'johnson: highly unlikely. he would keep up an arrogant front to the bitter end of the break up. but in private he is a disaster, especially stuck on anger and depression of the stages of grief. in the 6 months he'll magically start appearing around you again

Fulgrim: oh my god, he's begging, he's crying. it's embarrassing. bar, I don't know, a war council infront of the emperor there is no place he wouldn't get on his knees and proclaim his love. he will stop at nothing to get his lover back

Perturabo: absolutely not. very stone faced the whole time but as soon as you leave he is flipping tables and destroying anything he made for you. very petulant man!

Jaghatai Khan: one of the more normal ones. by that I mean no, but he would ask why and ask you to stay. ultimately he is accepting of you moving on and he will too

Leman Russ: no, he's also too proud and quite rude during the break up. extremely torn up over it though, cause let's be honest he probably did something that warranted this. within time he'll calm down and maybe try to re-enter your life. if this is successful you'll get the full "baby baby please take me back baby baby please" (space wolves as back up singers included!)

Rogal Dorn: kind of paralysed the entire break up but obviously distraught. mere hours later after realising that by "over" you mean over he's knocking on your door and tripping over himself to make amends. he's expressive as a piece of paper but he folds like one too

Konrad Curze: You Will Not Be Breaking Up With Him. Sit Back Down.

Sanguinius: yeah,,, somehow more embarrassing than fulgrim. he looks like the world is crashing down on him. not many on this list would truly get on their knees and cry and grovel but he would and he'd mean every word of it

Ferrus Manus: no but he's hanging on by a thread internally. he immediately goes to self loathing and while he does understand and accept your answer every bone in his body is telling him to start begging for forgiveness

Angron: no :( he's sad about it too. he thinks this was inevitable and once the initial anger subsidies the misery is all consuming. but he probably couldn't bring himself to face you again

Roboute Guilliman: hes being very sensible about it in the moment., but perhaps a few days later he sees something that reminds me of you and it punches him in the dick SO hard. immediately launches a campaign to win you back so intense it might as well be begging

Mortarion: no, probably not. like angron hates himself and thinks this would have always happened but his anger manifests outwardly. days later he understands he blew it for good resigns himself to the lonely life he imagined before you

Magnus: yeah, I think so. not much begging in the moment but if that fails, he'll start doing a little bit of dream invasion privacy. pleading with you to take him back in your dream and if that too fails, he would consider altering your mind to a more favourable opinion of him

Horus Lupercal: yes but not in a screaming crying kinda way. he's on his knees but only to meet your eyes and speak to you on your level. waxing poetics about how you're the only respite from his never ending list of expectations and how every moment has brought him nothing but peace. asks for one final chance to make it right

Lorgar Aurelian: oh my god. oh my God. he's not just on his knees his head is on the floor, he would kiss your feet if not for the fact he wouldn't deign touch the divine without permission. his begging starts getting jumbled with scripture as he starts to believe this is divine punishment

Vulkan: if you're breaking up with him something out of both of your control has gone terribly wrong. from the bottom of his heart understands but he can't help but kneel infront of you and ask to embrace one last time if nothing else

Corvus Corax: no, but he understands and perhaps a part of him expected it. you're far too different to have stayed together long. he still vows to never let harm come to you

Alpharius/Omegon: another firm you are not breaking up with them. however if you did somehow get such a silly idea nothing is off the table to make you stay. if it's begging you want, then they beg. if all else fails diva ur going in the dungeonn

sorry if this is a bit dramatic but im truly of the opinion that astartes and primarchs experience emotion and sensations far more intensely than humans do. don't got shit to back it up but that's my opinion

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weaver77 · 2 days ago

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Ready player 2

Gamer Shiesty!Mark x Reader

Part 1

Inspired by @clairewritesfanfics version of Shiesty, I didn't know i needed gamer Shiesty until now.

If Mark were to go back in time and told his past self, that he would one day. Buy Animal crossing, Stardew Valley and even the Sims. He would have promptly laugh in his face and tell him to fuck off

And really, Mark couldn't blame him. Because after all he hadn't meet you yet.

When the two of you started dating he didn't expect it to last long.

At best, he thought it would last for a week or two. Before ultimately the two of you would part ways due to respective differences.

But that never happen.

Instead he was surprise when not only did you made an effort to know the things he liked. But you remembered them too.

He mentioned offhandedly about an anime character he liked and you got him a keychain of said character.

Before he knew it, the two of you started talking about all his favorite series, games. Heck, he even showed you the cosplays he made and the figurines he collected.

For the first time in his life, Mark felt like could just be himself around someone. Not Invincible the masked hero or Mark the resident bad boy who gets in trouble with the cops.

Just Mark Grayson who likes to read Seance dog and learned how to sew so he can cosplay his favorite character.

So when he accidentally insult you, he knew he fucked up

You had invite him over to your place, its the first time his been inside your house. And Mark was trying his best to hid how nervous he actually was

He lowkey regrets not doing any romance routes in his games. Maybe it would better prepare him for these stage

Maybe you picked up on his nerves because low and behold you set up a game console for the two of you.

How did he get so lucky?

He toke his respective seat ready to play the game you set up. Mark already decided he would go easy on you on the first round

When the game boot up and the title screen appeared. It toke a minute for Mark to register the name. Mario Kart

"What's so funny?" You ask carrying a bowl of popcorn catching the tail end of Mark's snicker.

"I'm sorry Babe, its just-" Mark bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing again as he reach for the popcorn bowl "I think you bought the wrong game"

You stilled for a moment processing what he said "What do you mean?"

"Its a racing game, you nailed that part sweetheart but it's for kids"

You didn't say anything

"It's okay" He paused to munch on the popcorn "We've all been deceived by good cover art "

You watch Mark pop more popcorn in his mouth

"We can exchange it for a real game so you didn't waste your money, or if you like I'll find a way to get your money back babe"

".. Mark" You spoke softly drawing his attention immediately "I didn't buy these game for you"

He blinked "What?"

"I owned these game for a while now, i played a version of it when i was a kid. And when i saw they're releasing a new version, i got it for myself"

Oh "Oh" Mark looked between you and the tv screen

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"I don't understand, how can you like these?" Mark ask waving his hand towards the screen like it has personal offended him "I understand liking it as a kid but how can you still like it now, is it the nostalgia?"

You toke in a deep breath before responding "I had fun playing it by myself and with friends. You like racing games so i thought we could have fun playing it together"

Mark remembers when he introduced you to one of his favourite anime, you haven't watched the show before and despite it not being in your genre. You watched it with him and listen to him gush about it.

And here he was interrogating you on why you like Mario Kart when you set it up as a cute co-op gaming date with your boyfriend.

"Its fine" You sigh snapping Mark back into the present "We can just watch a movie or something"

Before you can take away the controllers Mark stopped you "Y/n- baby wait" grasping your hand Mark inhaled looking up at you with his sad puppy dog eyes "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that too you. I meant not like these game but i shouldn't be an ass about you liking it"

Your expression soften as you hear out Mark's apology, due you didn't respond right away. Letting him sweat for a moment before ultimately bringing him into a hug "Apology accepted". Mark sighed sagging in relief as he returned the hug tenfold, nuzzling his face into your neck before separating.

"Do you still want to play?" Mark asked holding up the controller

"Mark we don't need to play Mario Kart if you don't like it" You replied not wanting Mark to feel pressured into playing it with you

"I know but you like it. And if it's something you enjoy playing then I'm happy to play it with you" Mark replied blushing at how sappy he sounds, but it was no less true.

And that was how Mark mange to salvage the date, only to lose the battle that was Mario Kart.

It seemed simple enough, cross the finish line. Something Mark is familiar with

What Mark didn't account for was how brutal you were with the turtle shell

Mark can figure out the best route of the race course but it was the power ups that got to him

He wasn't familer with them and even when you explained what each were he was still getting use to them

Meanwhile you were incredible experience in the game and it shows

Mark used the squid to ink up your side of the screen, limiting your vision in hopes of catching up

But you were still able to navigate through the course from the small clean gap the power up didn't cover

Which Mark is impressed by and finds attractive as hell

"I can't believe i lost" Mark stares in disbelief at the screen as you cross the finish like first

"Well that's not true you came in second place, that's a good first try" You point out patting him on the back

"Yeah but I'm usually come first" He muttered with a pout "I swear I'm usually good at these"

"Hmm i don't know" You hummed thoughtfully "Sounds like an excuse to cover up your skill issue"

"You did not just say that" Mark gasp

"Oh but i did, what are you gonna do about it Bowser?" You smirked raising your controller

"Oh now it's on!" Mark grinned in return starting round 2

Mark ended up winning that round and both of you ended up having a competition too see who can get the much wins

Mark knew some of the characters, like Peach, Mario and Luigi. But he was surprise there was more then one Mario and Luigi who apparently called Wario and Waluigi

You start to explain the characters history as the two of you played, even going into the other Mario games.

"I'm not sure if they kept these in the new release but in the original Mario and the thousand year door. The robot who was Princess Peach jailer fell in love with her when he watch her take a shower"

".. What?"

"And in another section she had to take off her clothes when she turned invisible to sneak around the castle she's in"

"What!?"

"Yeah it happened"

"Why- wait no go back, rewind. Tell me more about what happened with these perv robot"

By the end of the night not only did Mark have fun playing Mario Kart but he also takes back the Mario franchise being a game only for kids

#invincible #mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #shiesty mark grayson #shiesty mark #shiesty mark x reader #gender neautral reader

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ishestillapunk · 3 days ago

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Everybody Wants A Piece Of Pedro Pascal

tags: grief, death.

a/n: it was so hard to write all this and not kick my sheets because of the whole photoshoot. he's beautiful.

I don't usually do this, well, I never done this, but today and after waking up to such a brilliant, raw and profound interview I see myself in the need of disecting piece by piece of this interview and the parts that touched a deep fiber in me.

You, of course, don't have to read this. I mean, not if you don't want to. I would say this is more mine than other thing, like, a precious stone I want to keep memory of how I felt when this article came out.

Don't you ever get that feeling that something is yours? like, not in a delulu and possesive way, but in a sort of thank you-way.

This interview—article, post. Damn, I don't know how to call it, forgive my scarce vocabulary in English—appeared like water in the desert for me. I had a long night of insomnia, very long, used to deal with it, and also with it came the lovely question that every 20 yo makes themselves at one point.

What the fuck am I doing with my damn life.

My phone buzzes when I finally decide to let go of it so I grab it again, and there it is. Our beloved pascalispunk. Oh, he looks hella good. I say looking at the pictures. Oh, it's Vanity Fair. I say and then, I think: Of course there is an interview. So I look up for it.

I read and then the first thing that moves my chest is:

Over lunch in London, Pascal is a grand raconteur who tells stories with his hands and uses funny voices and loves to swear and drink cocktails and murder a cheese plate. He doesn’t take himself too seriously. At the same time, he’ll press right up against the sad and raw and confusing parts of being alive. His insides are on his outsides. He cries easily. He laughs loudly.

Maybe it's the writing, maybe it's me that lately I've been overly sensitive. It must've been the wind. I joke in my head when I feel like I want to cry. Something I love deeply about this man that is Pedro, is that he never stops being human. You get me, right? Like, with some celebrities I get the kinda... fake feeling. Don't wanna sound rude towards others at all, but, he just gives me that genuine and true feeling. That's what I mean by human.

Personally, I never been a fan of an actor before. A celebrity, in general. It just used to ick me, like, why would I do that? I had nothing against it, it just wasn't part of my persona. But then, I remember the first time coming across a video of him. I guess, yeah. Maybe we all want a piece of Pedro.

Pascal tells me about his “give up” years, when he was a struggling actor in New York decimated by the sudden death of his beloved mother, Verónica.

I felt connected truly with Pedro when I learnt about his life. The struggle and loss. That feeling that nothing is going anywhere, you know? Like. Damn, what is it all this for? I kinda feel like humans (or some of us, dk, mind you) have to search comparisions to other people to feel okay on where they are at the moment and its something that lately has been happening to me. My search is literally:

'Directors that got succesful at an old age'

'How to publish my first book while being fucking poor'

'How do I live'

Is this non-stopping loop where everything mixes with everything and I feel too exhausted to leave my bed. Ends won't meet. Food lacks in the fridge. Mama is sad. But he has been in the same spot, and he's here to tell it.

Life hurts a bit less.

“In my 30s I was supposed to have a career,” he says. “Past 29 without a career meant that it was over, definitely.” Feeling hopeless, Pascal started researching other professions. But whenever he came close to bailing on his dream, friends and family would step in. “When Pedro would say, ‘I’m going to nursing school’ or ‘I’m going to be a theater teacher,’ it was just like ‘No, no, no, no! You’re too good!’” says his older sister, Javiera Balmaceda, now a producer at Amazon Studios. “He’s wanted to be an actor since he was four years old. The one thing we’d never allow Pedro to do was give up.”

And here it is. The first tears I shed.

I dropped out of college after a month in a course of studies that I thought it was perfect for me. Turns out, I felt like I was dying because there was no art in it and I was fucking dying. It was driving me apart of my soul, I would cry on my way to class, I would have no very very happy thoughts about life. Then, a crisis. Me hugging my mom's knees and telling her "Mama, I need art" and she sees me, the girl who only went to arts school for her whole teen years and grew up attached to her desk computer, pirated movies in the night and writing down stories that keep her awake.

And she told me. "It's okay. We'll figure it out"

I was embarrased to tell my friends what I did after that crisis. God, you went through a freaking exam, burnt your lashes studying, passed it and now you're saying you want to do cinema?

Well. Nobody said that.

What I mostly received was.

"That's awesome. You were about to waste your potential"

And something that sticks with me that a friend said.

"The world deserves to see something created by you".

If you're reading this, I want you and oblige you to take it as a signal.

A New Yorker cartoon featured a therapist reassuring his client, “It’s not strange at all—lately, a lot of people are reporting that their faith in humanity is riding entirely on whether or not Pedro Pascal is as nice as he seems.” “Well, then,” Ramsey tells me, “I’m relieved for humanity.”

Bella. I love you, Bella.

On days when she (Veronica) didn’t have a babysitter, she’d drop him off at the movie theater. He remembers being seven and in heaven, able to squeeze in two and a half showings of Poltergeist before his mom returned for him. At home he’d reenact scenes of being sucked into the closet or slide across the kitchen floor. Balmaceda tells me, “When our parents got cable, the HBO song would come on and Pedro would run around the house yelling, ‘A movie is coming! A movie is coming!’” [...]He sat at a distance from his family as usual, preferring to be close to the screen. But then he started crying so loudly when Whoopi Goldberg’s Celie was being separated from her sister that his mother had to collect him and help him catch his breath outside.

When he talks about his childhood memories, I become honey. It gives me the assertive feeling that he is the kind of person that talks and talks and talks, and tells and tells stories and never run off them, and never gets boring, and they are always sweet (or bittersweet but sweet in the end)

He makes me think about my childhood with another lens to look through. Less remorse. More a kind of let-go-of-it.

Drugs were everywhere. Pascal remembers being 16 and taking acid and calling his mother to check in and let her know he was going to spend the night out. “And she sighs and goes, ‘Oh.’ And that was not normal. And I was like ‘Wh-why?’ and she said, ‘Oh, no, I was just hoping that we would all go to a movie.’ I was just so drawn to that kind of maternal attention, so I said, ‘I’m coming!’” He rushed home and sat mute and paralyzed, tripping in the back seat as they drove to see John Sayles’s City of Hope.

yes, more tears over here.

“I was having a really hard time when I was 18, 19, 20,” Pascal tells me. “I was struggling really badly with insomnia. I was reading James Baldwin and watching movies like Once Were Warriors and Muriel’s Wedding. I just was like an open wound to the reality of life.” He pauses to smack the table with his hand, groaning and laughing at himself. “It sounds so fucking pretentious, but I felt at this crossroads of coming into an understanding of what an unjust world we live in. This world, and its lack of equanimity, is just too painful to bear. How do you live in it?”

This is the moment where I had to stop reading. I was literally a cascade at this point. I felt like that song Killing me softly with his song by The Fugees and the part that goes:

I felt he found my letters

Then read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

I felt like he just grabbed all my diaries, my letters, my notes on my laptop. Everything. And just read them out loud.

And I felt less lonely for a moment, less detached from reality. More grounded to this moment that is, maybe, a wake up call.

That there is still time.

His grief had no place in Los Angeles, with its isolating highways and traffic and sprawl. So he went home to New York City, where he’d made some headway as an actor after college, only to find that his early luck had run out. He lived in a seventh-floor apartment of an East Village walk-up. Every night he’d have a cigarette on his fire escape and watch the moon rise between the Twin Towers.

Suicide grief is something I've never had the opportunity—well, more like favour of spilling my guts out for once—to talk with anyone. I went through it alone, mostly. I always think that there is no place as lonely as oneselves head (is oneselve's a word? am I dealing already with the precious side effects of twenty years of insomnia?). Reading Pedro talking about grief is ligthening.

I use to make myself a question, every now and then:

'When does it stop?'

Maybe never. And it's okay.

"Listen, I want to protect the people I love. But it goes beyond that. Bullies make me fucking sick.”

Just wanted to highlight this. Everyone should have this kind of values.

In the car, Pascal gasps and points out the window. “Look at that cemetery, isn’t it gorgeous?” he says. He doesn’t want to be buried—just throw him in the ocean. “Fish food, fish food, fish food,” he says. “And yet, I find sometimes cemeteries are so beautiful.” So, yes, now we’re back to talking about death.

In the car to Downey’s house, Pascal points at the word “FAITH,” which someone has spray-painted on a wall. He scrunches up his face in mock disgust. He’s agnostic, practically an atheist—and yet. “I still feel like I’m being mothered sometimes. I feel her witness all around me. I don’t feel like any of this right now would be happening if it weren’t for her.” There was something magical about María Verónica Pascal Ureta. Her firstborn son misses everything about her. Her beauty. Her smell. How funny she was, and how funny she found farts. “She couldn’t get past a fart of any kind without it absolutely destabilizing her into hysterics,” says Pascal. “She thought they were the most brilliant, hilarious, wonderful thing in the world.” She was also “very deep-feeling, very complex, very, very out of reach in a way,” he adds.

I tell you that I did nothing more than laugh and cry with all this part. Is that kind of make peace with death vibe that he sometimes gives me and I just take as a life advice.

I can't get mad at something that is long gone.

That I don't know the answers to.

That is as invisible as the air, and painful as a healed fracture.

And that I have to live, for those who aren't here anymore.

So... I will finish with this:

Of all the performances in Pascal’s now formidable career, Balmaceda singles out the monologue she saw him deliver as a sophomore in high school. It was a piece Pascal had written about a bike path near their house in Corona del Mar, a neighborhood he couldn’t wait to escape. Onstage, he described how, at first, he’d cross this narrow path that went over a bridge on foot, then progressed to riding over it gingerly on his bike, then with just one hand on his handlebars, and then, finally, being able to cross over with his hands in the air.

I can't wait to escape this place. A home that keeps me warm but silences me. Hugs that don't feel comfortable or familiar anymore. A room that is too little for the dreams that move this soul. A roof that isn't strong enough to hold me from touching what it's-maybe-waiting for me.

Somewhere.

Kudos to Karen Valby for such a great article.

if someone read this whole thing, uhm, thank you!

keep loving Peps. 💜

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tyamisu · 1 day ago

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military!rafe x sensitive!reader

warning! bad language, slightly smut

“Honey?”

He called out, grunting as he dropped his duffel bag to the floor. He sighed, bent down to untie his shoelaces, then stood up again, voice louder this time. “Honey? Darling?”

No answer.

Rafe frowned. Tugging his jacket off, he headed upstairs, calling again. “Baby? Where the hell are yo—,”

His words died the second he heard a sob from their bedroom. His heart dropped. He stormed inside—and there she was, curled on the ground, face buried in her palms as she cried.

His eyes widened. He rushed to her side and gently cradled her face, swiping the tears from her cheeks. “Baby... what happened? Why are you crying?”

She shook her head, still sobbing. Her hand touched his shoulder—wordless, needing. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist, whispering against her neck, “You’re okay now, baby. I’m here.”

For a while, he just held her, no words spoken. Just breathing, just silence.

Then, finally, she lifted her tear-streaked face from his shoulder, eyes red. “Am I just... a pit stop, Rafey?” she whispered, voice broken.

“What?” he breathed, tightening his hold on her. He shook his head hard, cupping her face. “Of course not, baby. Why the hell would you say that, huh?” His voice was rough, but there was a gentleness in his eyes.

“Talk to me. I’m not a damn mind reader, and I sure as hell ain’t a god who knows what’s in your heart. So please, baby... tell me. Everything.” There was a sternness in his tone, but also a quiet desperation—because her tears were killing him.

He wanted to rip apart whoever had done this to her.

But there was no villain here. Only her pain.

So instead, he kissed her softly, rubbing slow circles on her back. No words. Just comfort.

“Talk to me, darling. I’m all damn ears.”

She nodded weakly, then leaned into him, her cheek resting on his chest. His arms tightened instinctively.

Then she whispered, barely audible, “I... I feel like my period only comes when I expect a baby. So I... I feel like I’m just a pit stop for it. A disappointment.”

He stilled.

Pulling back slightly, he stared at her. “Are you serious?” he asked softly. She nodded, lips trembling. “Yes... I wanted a baby, Rafe.”

He sighed—loudly this time. “Honey, we’ve only been married two months. I just got back from deployment. I didn’t even have time to look at your face properly, who knows you have mole or whatever. How the hell am I gonna make you a mama, huh?”

She pouted, whining as she hit his chest gently. “But our neighbors wife is already pregnant! She’s like... a month in.”

“Because her husband had time to do God-knows-what to her, baby. And, I didn’t.” He cupped her cheek again, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been waiting. Waiting for the right time to make love to you so good you can’t even remember what day we have been doing it.”

Then he leaned forward, kissing her slow, deliberate. “Don’t do this to me, baby. I just got home. I missed you. All I wanted was a kiss and a hug when I walked through the damn door.”

Her pout deepened, eyes glossy again. “But I’m just sad I’m not pregnant yet!”

He chuckled, finally. Shaking his head, he scooped her up bridal-style. She yelped, arms flying around his neck, giggling now as she kissed his cheek.

“Are we gonna make a baby now, baby?” she murmured against his skin.

“Yes, we are.”

this is so cringe my lord. it's originally for simon but I already done it before and three stories already... but yeah..

I'm sorry it's really cringe (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠).

thinking about making this as series 3<

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patchw0rks · 1 day ago

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Ok, reread of scum villain vol. 2 has been accomplished. Here are my thoughts and just things I wanted to note down (disclaimer: make sure to read these knowing the important context that liushen is my favorite ship lol)

I can't get over the Shen-Mu-Liu trio. Those are SQQ's BOYS and watching them interact is very fun. I also love that Mu Qingfang is medicine-pilled in the way that Shen Qingqiu is monster-pilled. Little did we know LQG is actually the most normal of the three

Shen "im just here to cause problems" Qingqiu saying "I know to get my way all i have to do is bat my pretty eyelashes at YQY and he will fold like a house of cards"

SQQ basically telling LQG that he's so strong so he must row the boat, and LQG is just absolutely FUMING because of how attracted he is to SQQ

SQQ referring to LQG as gege ah my heart

More of SQQ causing problems by trying stick Yang Yixuan onto LQG, which I love because you KNOW that in his grief post-Hua Yue City LQG went "fucking WATCH me"

Ngl I've read enough fanfic to realize that people don't really capture LQG's full personality. The usually make him so shy and tsundere that he's barely able to get a word in (Lan Zhan gets similar treatment) but no, he's just as catty as the rest of them

I need to figure out the timeline of how long Shen Yuan had been reading PIDW, it's endlessly important to me

LQG and MQF being like "our beloved little shixiong, please don't fret your pretty little head, just sit there and relax"

There really is some excellent physical comedy in SVSSS, like when SQQ is confronted by LBH and just defenestrates himself. You know that one scene in Angel Beats? Yeah it's exactly that

Qi Qingqi's eyebrows have now been brought up for a second time and it screams gender envy to me. Why are you as a "cis man" admiring a women's eyebrows so thoughtfully? So much to where it's the first thing you bring up about her appearance?

"Why?! Why were two grown men neurotically discussing a pice of clothing while surrounded by staring eyes?" never change Shen Yuan

I'm actually such a simp for Liu Qingge, i'm literally highlighting every mention of him and every word he speaks. I did not appreciate the Liuber my first time reading. He's also so incredibly tsundere "huff puff i can't believe you can't even ride your sword...get on"

Ugh I actually cried while reading the big confrontation. This did not happen my first read, but man it just got me. Also the very subtle POV switch that happens so we don't get any insight into SQQ's thoughts as he prepares to self-detonate

Mushroom Shen Qingqiu!!!! My Beloved!!!!!!! Def one of my favorite parts of the whole series. I think there are so many ways to play around with this character (hence my AU) but also there's this degree of freedom about it where even his internal dialogue is much more loose and less concerned with acting the part

Oh my...he referenced the succubus adventure...

Im sorry how did I completely black out the scene of LQG and SQQ playing hot potato with his corpse?!!?! Remember what I said about physical comedy!!

"Even a few hours ago, he genuinely wouldn't have cared where others (especially those of the same sex) touched him. They could touch wherever they liked, please go ahead" -- Things only said by straight who are 100% comfortable in their sexuality. Yeah. Totally

There are still good moments of seeing SQQ's dissociating himself from the events of the series and just treating everything and everyone as if it weren't "real," and how these thought patterns shift. Once again I think this would be a very fun thing to play around with and explore more

LIU QINGGE!!!! STOP MAKING ME SAD!!!!!!!! HE YEARNS SO MUCH

#yapping #mxtx #svsss #scum villain

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thelovelywriteress · 2 days ago

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NERO AND HIS GIRLFRIEND𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

Silly and random headcannons for my boy, which may or may not make sense 😭 so read at your risk!

Ever since you realised how much of lonely childhood Nero had and how he thought he did not deserve good things, you made it your goal to make him feel loved every moment for rest of his life.

Through you have good intentions, Nero initially start there was something wrong with you, as suddenly you couldn't keep your hands to yourself anymore if he was in same room as you.

"Whatever it is─never let your weapon or focus down." Nero explained to children in orphanage as it was obvious many of them was joining Order in future and he wanted to give them some advice as it feels good to be admired.

"Hey there pretty boy!" You exclaimed with happiness as you hug him from behind, making his face flushed and definitely his guard along weapon down.

Nero tried to prey you off from him as he felt the stare of children, seeing him contrary his words as you just harden your grip around him, making sure your affection and love reaches him.

"Do we got a beautiful girl hugging us too?" One of kid asked in aw as you let out suppressed laugh─snort.

"If we are strong, do you give hug to us too sister?"

Children were now more interested on how to get you more than whatever Nero was teaching them. Nero look at the scene─feeling annoyed how attention was taken from him and how these brat thinks they can have you too.

"Find someone for yourself. She is mine."

He pulled you to his chest as his hand claims place on your head. Safe to say everyone including you was completely in aw. Damn when did your boyfriend got so bold?

Kids were more sharped than you both expected. They quickly understood you both got something going on and exactly what you have going on as they corner you both with various questions. Definitely more excited and engaged than whatever Nero was initially was teaching them.

"So you hold hands?"

"You sleep together?"

"You feed each other?"

"YOU KISS EACH OTHER?"

With each question they cornered you more and more as they finally ask you to kiss each other to prove your relationship.

"The hell we proving yourself to you?" Nero throw him an annoyed glare through you have opposite reaction as you were acting all blushing and shy, mumbling it is something you guys really needed to do for your relationship.

"Did you finally turn crazy?" He asked his vien popping out as you give him a flirtatious smile before wrapping arms around him and almost pushing a kiss on flustered Nero.

Sadly kissed was stopped by Kyrie who scold you for being pushy and pointed at poor Nero who was vigoursly fan himself to cool down his warm face.

"Don't tease him. You know he isn't much for affection in public." She gently reminded you and took the kids, who were complain about not seeing kiss, so you guys could continue on private.

"Try to do push these things on me again and see what happens." Nero warn you but he didn't missed that mischievous look in your eyes. Things were just starting.

Now Nero loved you very much and wouldn't give you for anything but these days you were getting really out of hands─especially in public, you would just barely lay your eyes on him and next moment you would be either clinging to his arm or hugging him.

You would hesitate to call him your boyfriend in front of others, which he kinda likes but won't say but sometimes boyfriend just kinda get overused.

"Hey there didn't notice you because my eyes only focused on my boyfriend."

"Yeah and then my boyfriend said─I shouldn't and I was like boyfriend─I am fine. But boyfriend didn't took me seriously then boyfriend──"

Nero would be lying tho if he said he hated all the attention tho. The way you prioritize him, made me so happy but he was sad that he couldn't match your enthusiasm in relationship.

Nero, who was before, was still used get embarrassed in private too now was getting clinging. Always holding you and giving you random pecks on cheek as it was his way of showing he loves as same. He even started to hold your hands in public on his own.

"Whoa Nero─e-enough." You said in between the giggles that left your mouth as Nero keep on kissing you around the face.

Bro turned into some kinda animal who just wanted to cuddle you. He even started to bite you as you give him such a cute aggression. In private, he don't want to do anything just cuddle with you, with you telling him how you adore him. It gives him so much contentment.

"Aren't mosquitoes eating you too much these days?" Kyrie humoured on your reasoning for bite marks as you felt your cheeks warming. Is that how Nero felt when you used to be clingy with him in public?

When you thought your boyfriend wouldn't make your heart do more flips, he pulled the boldest stunt which made you sure that you never want to let go of him.

You were both were exploring the island (which initially was Nero fighting with the demons but then you followed him and forced him tag along).

Nero keep on reminding you how dangerous the forest would be and how easy it would be for demons to you guys but ask him to chill, saying how you believe your knight in armour will protect you to which Nero let out an annoyed huff. Yes he would definitely protect you, even with his own life but it doesn't mean you could be reckless.

You come across a high tree and competed who can reach the top first, in which of course Nero won and you pout but he keep his confident smile as enjoying seeing you mad.

"Whoa you can see whole Fortuna from here!" You exclaimed as you and both observe the town. Pointing at various places and identifying them.

"Oh and that's the church where marriages happens." Nero highlighted as you nodded along,"Hopefully one day ours too." You mumbled in flow but it reach Nero's eyes who give you an suprised look.

His reaction made you realised your words and embarrassing they were asking you quickly start to explain how you didn't meant what you meant─life is short and it's not like marrying him was your only goal of life through you wouldn't mind but OF COURSE it still got time and m-maybe you guys won't be even together in future. You keep on speaking but Nero cut you off saying how it wasn't like he was against the marriage and he DEFINITELY DO NOT want a future where you guys aren't together.

"It's just I was surprised that you hold such a deep feelings for me that you even imagined our marriage." He confessed rubbing back of his head.

"It's not like I do that on daily basis. . .it just come out in flow of conversation." You mumbled feeling flustered.

"But I do not want you to think I am against it." He started again as your cheeks started to get visible red, you didn't even thought that,"Yeah I get it─" You were cut off as he put his hands on your shoulder,"I don't know what kind of future this island filled with all this demon killing holds for us but I still want to be by your side. To give you best and see you forever smiling."

Your face was in aw hearing his words, how sincere and geniune they were. It was like he was doing some confession you remarked to which's response he turn around in embarrassment, stating how his confession can't be this lame.

"Well, well don't be embarrassed now. I like that confession─or whatever it was. So you can kiss me as a reward."

He gave a hesitate look, before leaning in and kissing you on lips.

"How rude!" You slapped him in angry.

You meant on cheeks. He can't kiss an unmarried girl on cheeks. He retorted back with how much close you guys are from cuddling to even kissing at other parts of face is lips where you drew the line? Hypocrite.

"Oh yeah." You mumbled, looking down. Realising with how much physical contact you guys shared, this kiss practically meant nothing,"But it still don't make it right. I didn't give you the consent." You continue on hit his face which he shield with his arms.

You were just weird girl. You bathe him in affection in public and private but one kiss from him in private turn such a big thing.

He is pretty sure more than consent, it was about your suprise. You never thought he could kiss on lips, atleast not this randomly. Guess this marks a point for him tho. He is going do all sorts of things out random from now.

#female reader insert #devil may cry x you #devil may cry x reader #nero sparda x reader #nero x reader #dmc nero #nero x you #dmc x you #dmc x reader #dmc fanfiction

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transsongtaewon · 3 days ago

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Yerim sniffled past her tears, wide eyes pleadingly turned towards the security guard. "Are you sure you didn't see him? Our mom will kill me if anything happened."

The man looked visibly uncomfortable, eyes darting to the side, hoping to find someone else who could deal with the crying teenager in front of him.

Yerim sobbed.

The guard's eyes widened and he flailed his hand out to presumably pat her shoulder before remembering that it might look bad if he touched a random girl like that, ending up awkwardly hovering next to her. "I'm sure your, uh, little brother is fine."

She sniffled again. "I don't know, Yoohyun-ie is really immature and helpless... he always tries to run off and get into trouble."

The guard shifted from one leg to the other. "Maybe if you go where you saw him last you'll find him."

Yerim looked at him imploringly, making sure to be as sad as possible. Her face felt all puffy. "You're really smart. Can you go with me?"

More nevous glances. "I'm really not supposed to leave my spot during my shift-"

"Please!" Yerim started crying again, burying her face in har hands. "I promise it's not far away, I'm just so scared."

People around them were stopping to see what has going on. The guard was clearly unappreciative of the attention. "Just five minutes, okay? Then I need to be back."

Got him. "Really?" Yerim lowered her hands, giving a shaky smile. A child who was so very thankful that a kind adult would finally tell her what to do. "I think I helped him tie his shoes by the park entrance."

The walk to the park alone was five minutes. The guard looked like he regretted being born. "Lead the way."

She'd won.

Yerim started to walk, fighting the urge to smile. She was a professional, there was no way she would give up the game about something as stupid as her pride.

They turned a corner and Yerim spotted a man getting up from a bench as they walked past: Han Yoohyun, who would certainly have something to say about Yerim calling him immature later that night. Not like he could do anything about it, Yoohyun was simply unfit for distracting people. Instead, he got in on the real action, probably already cracking the lock Yerim had lured the guard away from.

Not that Yerim minded that she didn't have to crawl through vents or whatever. She got to play her favourite game: toying with gullible idiots.

Written for Sctir Pride Week day 3: Favourite Game

#sctir pride week #sctir #tsctir #my s class hunters #the s classes that i raised #the s ranks that i raised #s classes that i raised #bak yerim #han yoohyun #my fic <3 #liberally interpreting the concept of a game 👍

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kuidore · 2 days ago

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Romance’s body language with Mira

i think i need to make a list of all the really tiny body language things i noticed Romance (and abby a little bit but romance does them more) doing from like the second time he meets Mira and onwards. maybe im insane but listen this shit has me convinced he’s definitely already obsessed with her *canonically*. so. here!

first time we don’t even get a shot of them in the same frame they meet there isn’t much, but i did notice he seems to be specifically *not* looking at them. Like the type of thing you do when you see someone hot and you don’t want them to know that you think they’re hot.

second we don’t get them in the same frame but two things happen that I’m convinced could’ve caught his attention from the stage and ignited his little crush; when Mira managed to catch *and* completely stop the momentum of that flying heart, and when she demanded that they Kill Them Right Now

then on play games with us. look at where he’s standing after the hot sauce challenge

Now look at where he’s standing after Jinu announces they have a special guests

his ass MOVED CLOSER (and so did Mystery). and you cannot tell me those two are not specifically posing to look cool for their little crushes. it looks like someone just yelled ‘be natural’ in a DCOM.

and then finally when it’s time to bow, he moves right up next to Jinu, knowing that Huntrix will probably line themselves up parallel to the first three of them. So he moves to the second spot, because it means either he’s right in front of Mira or she’s just barely to one side. (Mystery totally lost out to Abby, look at his lips. They’re pressed into a thin line like he’s *annoyed*, i choose to believe it’s about not facing Zoey while Abby is right across from her)

now, the bathhouse

you *cannot tell me* his ass does not look a little bit sad here. look at his eyebrows. This is immediately after Abby accuses ‘that one’ of always looking at him and Mira gets embarrassed and denies it (while checking him out). he is pouting about Abby getting more attention and i refuse to believe otherwise

then he’s smiling again by the time Jinu mentions killing the hunters. Almost like he’s remembering that they have a mission and she’s technically his enemy

When they’re on stage and the Saja boys win that award and she’s glaring daggers at the group, his head is straight forward until the very last second, and then it just *barely* tilts in the direction of where Huntrix is standing. Like it’s so quick and not even really there that I can’t get a proper screenshot, but if you watch his head as he bows and looks around, he turns it to the left a bit but *refuses* to look directly to his right. It’s almost as if he’s trying really hard to see out of his peripheral but didn’t want to actually look.

Then the second time when Huntrix is the one that wins.

Look at their order in the two. Mystery is always closest to the girls, and i’m convinced Abby and Romance are *taking turns* for who gets to stand closer to Mira. Romance also turns his head to look at them even more than Jinu does. Also i genuinely think his smile at them looks just a little less smug than everyone else’s but that’s debatable

The entire signing, all of it. He’s the one standing the farthest from Mira when they take off the sleeping bags, he walks to the entire other side of the table to sit with her. His arm is on the back of her chair the *entire time*. He doesn’t take it off until the very end.

He looks away from her once, *barely* when she says ‘thanks for coming’ to the one fan. Other than that he’s only ever looking at her face or her poster when she’s signing it. Those three photos on the left are from three separate moments where they’re in the bg of Rumi and Jinu’s convo.

he looks away once more when the flowers get thrown at him. other than that finger heart at the end He’s literally not even paying attention to the fans. and that bottom left picture, he gets *even closer* than that, i just couldn’t pause it at the right time. but dude was literally close enough that if he did a duck face he could’ve kissed her cheek. like, even if he’s acting he’s going *over the top* to the point where he’s actively inhibiting the original plan, which is winning over the fans. Jinu’s already decided to use Rumi, Romance doesn’t *need* to win Mira over. But his ass definitely *wants* to.

Then backstage at the idol awards. Like jesus christ man

Her and Abby both just staring *directly at her*, he doesn’t turn away at all until she’s totally passed by.

We don’t see him again until *right here. That photo in the top left where he’s not looking at the camera? They all look sad, but Romance does not look like he’s faking it.

He’s looking down at his nails when they switch screens, he doesn’t exactly look thrilled about what Jisu is announcing. Baby’s face is already relaxed again, but Romance is still barely frowning. He’s also the *last one to smile* when they gesture to namsan tower. looking just slightly off to the side instead of directly at the crowd, like that expression in the bottom right looks half zoned out to me.

Oh, and that photo in the bottom left? *That* is his ‘smile’ when gesturing to the tower. Look at it compared to Baby’s. It’s like it’s not even there. And he’s also *clenching his fist at his side* instead of casually resting it in his pocket like we’ve seen him doing the *entire rest of the movie*

I already mentioned his sour expression when Huntrix shows up at the final battle, but i want to specifically point out that he *clenches his jaw*. His lips are parted, then they’re not.

And finally, this moment. When Mira gets distracted. He *could have killed her here*, or at the very least tried to. He doesn’t even try to push the blade or hit her in the face or anything. It’s fighting dirty, but why would demons care about that? We see Jinu doesn’t when he starts teleporting to dodge Rumi the first time they fight.

She got distracted with him right in her face, that’s usually a death sentence. If the person you’re fighting actually wants to kill you, that is.

#kpop demon hunters #kpop demon hunters spoilers #kpdh spoilers #romance kpdh #mira kpdh #romance x mira #romira #miromance

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occasional-yan-stuff · 3 days ago

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Helloooooooo! I just read your Yandere! Otome Love Interest fic and I just want to make a request (if you do take requests hehe but it’s okay if you don't) of a what-if scenario.

What if the other Otome Love Interests reader has been with (the other four aside from Caspian) would unlock their memories too? From the first timeline where Isekai’d reader married Caspian to the most recent one?

Thank you! I love this fic of yours btw 💓💓💓

This is gonna be my very first part 2! I hope you like it!

Pt. 1 here

Yandere!Meta!Otome Love interest X GN!Isekai!reader X Yandere!Recently Awakened!Otome Love interest

details: reincarnation, love triangle, reader resents yandere, this one is pretty sad (idk why I'm writing so much sad stuff lately), reader is scared of yandere, yandere spoils reader,

warnings: Isolation, captivity, kidnapping, implied physical abuse, controlling partner, restriction of access to information, murder, implied blood, knives

It was two weeks into your third life with him. Your third time stuck in this house. It was almost starting to feel normal. The second time you reincarnated after finishing all the routes, you attempted to sneak out your window and continue as normal. Alas, he was right at the end of the ally way, and he caught up to you quick before dragging you back "home". The third time, when you woke up in your current life, you simply tried to avoid the plot all together and be a normal person in this world. This only lasted a few days before Caspian tracked you down and hauled you back to the mansion.

No matter what you did, he was inevitable. That was clear from all the escape attempts you had made in your first life in his home. Even though you had faced two deaths afterward, you could still faintly see some of the scars. Caspian valued promises and hated to see you break them. This reason did not feel like justification and you were sure that you'd never forgive him. You would also never try leaving again.

It was a morning just like any other morning and a breakfast just like any other breakfast. It was a spread so immaculate that you could almost forget that you were being forced to eat it.

"you look gorgeous, beloved," Caspian purred, admiring your body in the outfit he'd picked out for you. He always picked out your outfit. He picked out many things for you, what you ate, what you wore, where you slept, but there were plenty of other little freedoms you had as well. Nice things to distract yourself from the prison your life had become.

You could choose what hobbies you picked up and while he was initially dismissive, Caspian would always get you anything you wanted to support your hobbies. You knew him well enough to know that he would always come around and be just as invested in your hobbies as you were. That was a big part of his arc in the game after all.... The game. You missed how he was in the game. His yandere ending was fun and very hot but that was a bad end. You were stuck in a bad end.

Just like in your life in the real world, you turned to escapism. You had access to any book in Caspian's library, and if you saw a new one you wanted in the paper, he would buy you a copy of that too. Unfortunately though, recently, he had stopped giving you the paper to read. It was strange. This particular morning, you decided to ask about it.

"excuse me, dear," you shifted slightly as you called him that word. It wasn't something you enjoyed doing anymore but he got in a way when you weren't as affectionate with him as he was with you, "why haven't I been getting the paper recently?"

His purple eyes became sharp and his expression was cold. He swallowed a piece of steak before putting his knife down and speaking, "I don't need the outside world poisoning my beloved's mind."

You were about to say something in response but were interrupted by a knock at the door. This was strange. This hadn't happened in the past two loops. There were only ever 3 knocks at the door, and they always came much later. You began to rise to your feet, both out of curiosity and impulse, but Caspian placed a hand on your thigh, signalling you to stay put.

He got out of his seat and left the dining room. You worried what he would do if you left your own chair without permission, so all you could do was stay put and listen. The great door of the mansion creaked open and a familiar voice drifted into your ears.

"Where are they, Cass?" Leo's voice was full of anger, frustration, and perhaps just a bit of worry.

Leo was easily the most popular boy in the game. He had the most merch, the most events, the most voice lines, and he was the guy who the heroin ended up with in the anime adaptation. The first boy most players went for, yourself included, was usually Leo, and it wasn't hard to see why.

He was kind, and chivalrous, suave, and protective, the typical shojou prince. An unbeatable formula, really. Everyone wanted to be swept off their feet at least once in their life.

"Now now, is that any way of greeting your brother?" Caspian was attempting to diffuse the situation, but you could feel the tension in the air. It wasn't working.

"Where are they?" Leo said again, becoming even angrier.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's been wrong for the past two loops," the words came out through gritted teeth, "they haven't been at the castle and neither have you. They were supposed to show up two weeks ago."

The air was still for a moment. It was as if the world had gone completely silent. Even the background music that constantly followed you had cut out.

"what?" The word was so quiet you could barely hear it

"You broke everything, Caspian!" Leo raised his voice, seemingly to compensate for how quiet the other was being, "including me!"

"brother, please, I-"

"do you ever notice how de don't talk like normal siblings?" a pair of footsteps could be heard, one stepping forward, the other moving back.

"We talk like how siblings talk in books, Cass, have you ever noticed that?" the question came with an agitated sharpness.

"I suppose I never put any thought into it," he chuckled nervously. You could now see the two of them through the door way of the dining room.

"On some level, I think I understand why you did it," Leo was now backing Caspian into the dining room, "I don't like remembering the person I love marrying my best friends either." His smile looked broken. A crackling chuckle exited his lips.

"But youuu got to develop those memories, Caspian, didn't you?" His eye was twitching. He now had his brother backed up against the dining room table. His hand reached for the steak knife and your eyes snapped shut. "HOW DO YOU THINK IT FEELS TO GET THEM ALL AT ONCE?!"

There was a blood curdling scream followed by panting and a few moments of silence. You felt a wet hand touch your cheek as the smell of metal hit your nose. You slowly, hesitantly, opened your eyes. There was Leo, smiling down at you.

"Come on, lets do this the right way."

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere drabble #gender neutral reader #yandere imagines #part 2 #sequel #🥀rose🥀#yandere love triangle

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potato-sports-fan · 3 days ago

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my totally accurate review of mugello

alright this is a long one so let’s get started:

first off, the glorious Marc Marquez. He got the treble: Pole position, Sprint winner, Race winner. This dude is such a certified liar like he went into the weekend all, “oh I’m gonna focus on defending I don’t need to win I just need to maintain my lead against Alex” and proceeded to set the lap record and get pole position. Like sure, ok, we all know your petty ass wanted to, NEEDED to win in Mugello. This would be the dagger, what would really drive home the idea of his dominance The booing and jeers just motivated you to win. And can we talk about how he took the Ducati flag and planted it in front of the grandstands like, “l’m here, and you guys are stuck with me. Bask in my glory and know that your greatest enemy has infiltrated your team.” Also, this dude gave me an fricken heart attack at the start of the sprint like why is he so smart but so stupid 😭 I swear to god he makes these mistakes to keep us on our feet. He’s handicapping himself that smug little-. Anyway the goat did goat things and extended his lead to 40, which is STILL nothing but feeling pretty good about it. (Everyone at Ducati also seemed happy considering how they looked ready to pounce on him every time they saw him post race.)

Pecco bagnaia. Boy oh boy. I was gutted for him and a little surprised tbh. This is a track he was known for, a track he won at for THREE STRAIGHT YEARS and was a favorite coming into. He had momentum from gaining his podium spot back in Aragon, and was seeming much more confident in the front after they altered the bike’s braking disc, everything seemed to be looking up for our resident wet rat. He did great in qualifying, getting 2nd, but ended up once again in third place in the sprint behind Marc and Alex. The first few laps were downright AMAZING like the overtakes?? The three of them were fighting each other for the spot and it was so entertaining. Of course though after Marc got to the front and extended the margin, it was all over. At this point, I feel like these three are gonna be on every podium(not that I’m complaining). Then the race happened and I actually thought we were gonna get a proper full race fight between these two or three. But Pecco ended up using up his tires too fast and dropped back to not even third place, but fourth behind Fabio Di Giannantonio, who by the way, had a FANTASTIC race. Can we talk about the pace he had??? He was the flash. But yeah seeing Pecco so sad after the race made me feel me feel sad also and I immediately felt like an a-hole for hoping he lost to Marc. IM SORRY I LOVE YOU PECCO. But anyway, he’s in the trenches rn and still has front feeling issues as we all saw during the race. Hope he finds his strength because he genuinely raced great this weekend, it just wasn’t enough to win ;v;

Alex Marquez has been getting the middle child treatment because he has been so crazily consistent in getting second place. We need to talk about how amazing that is because I feel like everyone is talking about how Marc is beating him or how Pecco is losing to him. HE DESERVES HIS CREDIT. He is a good rider and doesn’t deserve the shade that some certain people (cough cough Simon Patterson cough cough) are throwing at him. Do they not realize how insulting is it to be told that you are letting your brother win??? Like Alex is a methodical person, he was definitely thinking that he had to preserve his tires because he wasn’t going to be able to battle with Marc and keep his high placement. For example, Pecco was going at it with Marc and burned through his tires way too fast. But yeah, Alex did amazing this weekend and I am loving this Marquez podium duo.

quick shoutout to Franko Morbidelli, who legit committed attempted murder on track against Maverick Vinales, who had EVERY right to be as mad as he was. Like my guy, you are a good rider, please stop making people crash thank you. Also, he missed his penalty long lap and had to do it again, which feels like karma but also I saw Valentino shake his head at it and I swear I died from laughter. This dude was probably like wtffff what is he doing-

Special liveries and helmets. The renaissance Ducati liveries were a masterpiece. Stunning, beautiful, breathtaking. I could look at them all day as a die-hard renaissance painting fan. Along with the themed photos and videos they posted, I think I legit ascended into heaven out of serotonin and joy. The vr46 ones though, I’m conflicted. For one, I love how it’s bi flag colors, especially as it’s pride month. However, I think it’s just…ok? Not really anything special. I was kinda expecting more considering how amazing many of Valentino’s liveries have been. For example, the Hawaiian flower one was sooooooo good. Fabio quatararo’s toothless from httyd helmet was iconic. Amazing franchise of movies, amazing helmet, but I felt bad for the dude because this Yamaha is a rock Frfr it’s so slow.

little tidbits to note: Keanu reeves was flinching while watching the race, like did you see that man react to Marc and Pecco colliding? That man was fearing for their lives. Valentino Rossi watched his ultimate enemy, his ex-boyfriend l, do a full sweep at his home race, in front of his home crowd, in a home team, against his students. Oh how sweet that victory was. I just know that dude was fuming like he is such a dedicated hater 💅 that watching Marc take pole physically hurt him. His eye blood vessel literally burst that’s how much it affected him. Dedicated Casey stoner levels of haterism on another level. Marc’s side of the paddock was picking and throwing this dude like he was a rag doll post race, like they wanted that cookie so bad. Also, they dropped him while throwing him in the air and then proceeded to drown him with a giant bucket of water/prosecco. I love this team.

so to sum it all up, by far one of the more entertaining races of the season and Marc Marquez is just the most babygirl, petty, evil, gorgeous, annoying, endearing mastermind.

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