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Stay Away from the Altar - Hangman

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin / Wife!Reader; Seresin Daughter!OC (Rose) / Bradshaw Son!OC (Nick)

Word Count: 4.4k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Warnings: (Over)protective Dad!Hangman; Angst; Fighting; Rebellious Teenagers; Tense Father-Daughter Relationship; Teenagers Dating; Crying; References to Threats; References to Previous or Hypothetical Pregnancy Scares

Summary: Jake isn't ready to accept that his daughter is growing up. And he's definitely not ready to accept that his daughter seems to have fallen for Rooster's spawn.

A.N. You could read this as a sequel to my Left at the Altar series, since I used the name that I gave Hangman and Reader's daughter in that fic for this fic. But it's not 1000% necessary to read the series to understand this story.

And I meant to post this as part of Father’s Day, but let’s just ignore the fact that it’s a day late.

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Admiral Jake “Hangman” Seresin was a very accomplished man. He was the youngest man to reach the admiralty since Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and was currently the Air Boss of NAS Miramar. He had his beautiful wife and absolute love of his life still by his side with their twenty-year marriage anniversary just around the corner. And three beautiful children to brag about to the world.

Everything was going near perfectly in Jake Seresin’s life. And then his eldest daughter Rose suddenly snapped from his little princess and into a defiant teenager about to flee to a college on the other side of the country. And sure, Rose had mentioned going across the country for college before, but Jake was more than a little suspicious.

Why, you may ask? Because Washington DC was awfully close to Annapolis, Maryland. The Naval Academy. The Naval Academy that one little fucker was attending next year.

Nicholas Peter Bradshaw.

Rooster’s spawn was messing with Rose’s head and Jake was not going to stand for it.

Jake didn’t always have suspicions about Nick. He was a decently good kid. For Rooster’s kid, anyways. He was somewhat smart—not as smart as Rose, but he wasn’t dumb as rocks—and he didn’t cause too much trouble. And because of the handful of months between Nick and Rose, they were practically raised side-by-side, which was great until they hit their teenage years.

Because then Nick started to linger.

Spending so much time around Rose. Going to all of her games and all of her events, even if he had his own to worry about. Coming over to ‘study’ and to do ‘homework’ together frequently. Offering to give Rose and her siblings rides to school events or the beach. Always offering to help her and Jake’s wife too with anything to try and impress them.

Yeah, Jake had seen that game played before. He had played it himself back in the day. Successfully. Very successfully. He had the wedding ring, three full wedding albums, three kids, and nineteen and a half years of marriage to prove it. He knew all of the steps and all of the tricks to successfully convince a woman outside of his league to fall in love with him.

And, so, when Nick offered to take Rose for a ‘scenic’ drive in the Bronco, Jake put his foot down.

“What do you mean I can’t go?” Rose complained, glaring up at her dad. “It’s summer!”

“Exactly, so why don’t you go spend some time with your siblings? Or your other friends? Before you go all the way to the East Coast!”

“My other friends that just happen to be girls?” Rose emphasized, a scowl twinging at her lips.

“Yes,” Jake replied, causing Rose’s scowl to deepen.

“Why are you being so weird? Nick has driven me around all over the place!”

“You’re not going for a ride in that stupid bucket of bolts with him, Rose. And that’s final.”

“What is going on now?” Jake’s wife called tiredly, walking into the room.

“Dad won’t let me go for a drive with Nick,” Rose quickly explained, walking over to her mom.

“In the Bronco,” Jake emphasized, causing his wife to sigh.

Rubbing her face tiredly, Jake’s wife picked her head up and glanced between her eldest daughter and her husband. She knew exactly what Jake was concerned about, particularly with his emphasis on the Bronco. Taking a moment to come to a decision, Jake’s wife turned to Rose.

“You can go out with Nick in the Bronco, but be back by dark, okay?”

“But—” Jake started to protest.

“—Thanks, Mom!”

Rose hurried up to her room to change and to probably text Nick to come and pick her up while Jake stared at his wife with clear betrayal. In response, his wife shot him a knowing look and folded her arms over her chest.

“Jake, you’re overreacting,” his wife stated, causing Jake to gape at her.

“Do you want our daughter running around in the Bronco?” Jake hissed quietly, walking over to his wife. “Do you know what could happen to her there?”

“I’m sure that they’ll wear their seatbelts, Jake.”

“Babe, do you remember what we did when I took you for a ride in my truck? A nice slow ride on a summer night?” Jake asked, causing his wife to sigh again.

“Jake, they’re just friends.”

“That’s what we told your parents. Six months later, we were going at it like rabbits naked as the days we were born in the back of my pickup truck!”

“Jacob! For the love of—”

“—Why can’t you see that we’re losing her?” Jake interjected, causing his wife to pause for a moment.

The annoyed expression on her face dropped and she instead simply stared at her husband with a softer expression. Taking a step towards her husband. Rubbing his arm supportively, Jake’s wife reached out and grabbed his hand to give it a squeeze.

“We’re not losing her, Jake.”

“We are losing her,” Jake insisted, his voice coming out small. “She’s moving so far away in only a couple of months and she’ll barely have time to come home. She’s spent most of the last two years barely home between all of her activities and her friends. And I’m so proud of her, but she’s . . .”

“Growing up?” Jake’s wife suggested with a small smile. “Jake, she’s eighteen now. She’s not a little baby anymore.” Cupping Jake’s cheek with her hand, Jake’s wife offered him a small supportive smile. "She’s growing into her own person. And she’s your daughter so she’s stubborn as hell and won’t listen to anyone else while she does it. Least of all us.”

“But she’s going so far.”

“You’re in DC every other month,” Jake’s wife pointed out, rubbing his back. “And she has a phone. She’ll call us. She’s not leaving and never comin back, Jake.”

“She might if he gets involved,” Jake muttered under his breath, causing Jake’s wife to shoot him a look.

“Jake, they’re just friends. And even if they’re not, he’s a perfectly nice boy.”

“But, a Bradshaw? Really? She can do better than that.”

“I’m sure that Rooster would say the same if the situation was reversed,” Jake’s wife replied, shaking her head lightly. “But do not push Rose away by trying to come between her and Nick. The more that you make it seem like she’s rebelling, the more that she’s going to want to do it.”

“But I know exactly what the little twerp has planned!” Jake insisted, causing his wife to sigh.

“First of all, that little twerp is now taller than you. Second of all, Rose is a smart girl with a good head on her shoulders. She can take care of herself. Especially after all of those years of self-defense classes that you put her in.”

“She could kick his ass in three seconds,” Jake agreed, causing his wife to laugh.

“So, stop worrying about him. Just focus on spending time with your daughter, Jake. Okay?”

Pressing a soft kiss to Jake’s lips, she gave his hand a squeeze before walking off to continue on with her day. Jake stood there for a moment, thinking over his wife’s words, before the doorbell rang. Hearing Rose upstairs start to hurry, Jake quickly made his way to the door.

Nicholas Peter Bradshaw seemed a little surprised to see Jake standing at the door and subconsciously straightened up a bit more. Jake’s wife wasn’t lying—Nick was taller than Jake by a few inches, but he was like a little puppy in Jake’s eyes. And not just because Nick always wore a stupid lovesick smile on his face whenever Rose was around.

“Hey, Uncle Hangman,” Nick greeted him politely, nodding to him.

“You should get in the habit of calling me Admiral Seresin, Cadet,” Jake replied calmly, causing Nick to subtly wince a bit.

“Yes, sir.”

Jake nodded curtly as Rose hurried down the stairs, dressed for the San Diego heat. Letting out a light growl, Rose darted around her dad, grabbed Nick by the arm, and started pulling him towards the Bronco that was parked in the driveway.

“Goodbye!” Rose called over her shoulder.

“Be careful!” Jake called after them. “And think before you do anything!”

“Goodbye!” Rose emphasized back at her dad.

~~~~~

After the Bronco ride, Jake was still on alert when it came to Nick Bradshaw. His wife told him to calm down each and every time, warning him that he was going to give Rose a ‘complex’ if he kept trying to police her life like that, but Jake could just feel it in his bones that he should not trust Nick Bradshaw around his eldest daughter.

And because his instincts were second to none, he was proven right.

Jake was just starting to drift off to sleep with his wife happily tucked into his side. It was a warm night in Miramar and the air conditioner was running full blast. The white noise helped to lull his wife to sleep but Jake had always been a light sleeper, so it took more for him to fall asleep. Jake rested his head on top of his wife’s when he swore that he heard a noise from outside.

Jake picked his head up with his eyes cracked open, suspicious. He was always on alert. His wife often told him that he took the role of protecter a bit too seriously, but Jake couldn’t give in even a little bit with that. For his own conscience.

Getting up from bed, careful to not wake his wife, Jake padded down the hall. Passing by his younger children’s rooms, Jake kept his ear tuned to try and hear the sound. He peeked out the window, trying to spot any sort of indication about what could have made the noise. Like the neighbor’s stupid dog. And when he heard the subtle squeak again, Jake’s eyes narrowed.

~~~~~

Rose Seresin, meanwhile, was trying to open her window. She tried greasing the sides of it during the day, but it still made that stupid squeak occasionally. Holding her breath and hoping that her dad, who she knew was a light sleeper, didn’t hear her, Rose opened the window and looked down to see Nick waiting for her below.

He smiled up at her and waved, causing Rose’s heart to flutter in her chest. It wasn’t exactly planned for her to fall in love with her childhood best friend. But, as her mom told her, sometimes the heart just wants what it wants. And hers wanted Nick Peter Bradshaw.

Blowing him a quick kiss, Rose grinned and slid one leg out of her window. Planting her sneaker clad foot on the roof, Rose carefully slipped out of her window and lowered it a bit more, just in case her parents check in on her during the next few hours. Climbing down the side, Rose prepared to kick off and drop onto the soft mulch below when a chill went down her spine.

“Rose Leslie Seresin, what do you think you’re doing?”

Startled, Rose’s grip on the ledge slipped and she fell a bit. And Nick, also startled and close to shitting his pants, tried to catch her, but he ended up just acting as padding for Rose’s fall. Jake, still dressed in his pajamas, hurried over to help his daughter.

“Are you alright?” Jake called, pulling Rose to her feet and leaving Nick on the ground. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Rose sighed, brushing dirt off of her.

“Then why were you jumping out of your window?” Jake hissed, pointing up at the window to her bedroom. “In the middle of the night?”

Rose, who, all thing’s considered, was a bit of a golden child, froze in place, not really sure what to say. The evidence was right there, after all. And nothing that she could come up with would somehow make all of that go away.

“That’s what I thought,” Jake practically growled, before turning to look down at Nick. “What are you doing here, Cadet?”

“His name is Nick,” Rose stated, coming to Nick’s defense.

“And your ass is grounded,” Jake snapped back, causing Rose to shrink into herself. “I cannot believe that you would be so irresponsible, Rose! Running around with him in the middle of the night! Climbing out of your window! What the hell do you think that you were doing!?”

“Why the hell are you . . .” Jake’s wife called, stepping outside, before she spotted the situation at hand. Sighing, she took a deep breath before walking down to the scene. “Come inside. You’re going to wake up the neighbors.”

Once they were all inside, Jake’s wife told him to take a breath and to go and call Rooster to pick his son up. Rose sat on the couch, curled up on herself, looking like she wanted to burst into tears. Nick sat on the opposite side of the room, staring over at Rose, but unable to reach out to comfort her because then Jake might really bite his head off.

“Your parents will be here in ten minutes,” Jake grunted to Nick, who winced, before turning to Rose. “Do you have any explanation for this, young lady?”

“Jake,” Jake’s wife called to him softly, not wanting to see her daughter burst out into tears. “Give her a second to collect herself.”

Though he already had about a two-hour scold on the tip of his tongue, Jake bit it back. Mostly because he didn’t want to see his daughter burst out into tears either, even if he was livid about what he just saw outside.

He knew that he shouldn’t have trusted Nick Bradshaw.

Rooster and his wife showed up promptly, looking a bit concerned and harried. Rooster’s wife was completely embarrassed and practically grabbed Nick by the ear to drag him out of the Seresin household. With a quick apology to Jake and his wife, Rooster’s wife pulled her son outside and to the family car, leaving Rooster to drive the Bronco home.

But Rooster just had a few words to share with Hangman before he took his own leave.

“Go easy on her,” Rooster stated, causing Jake to scowl at him.

“As if I’ll take any sort of parenting advice from you, Rooster, after what your son just did.”

“Right, because you were a saint when you were a teenager. Never sneaking out or sneaking your now wife out in the middle of the night, right?” Rooster asked dryly, causing Hangman to narrow his eyes. “They’re eighteen, but they’re still kids. They make mistakes and they deserve a chance to learn from them. Don’t let your own fears fuck with her head. Cause it’ll take decades to undo that.”

Jake simply clenched his jaw in response, so Rooster saw himself out. Glaring down at the floor for a moment, Jake turned to see Rose burst off the couch and run upstairs to her room again. Jake’s wife walked behind her, trying to calm her down, but Rose kept going until she reached her room. Jake’s wife shot him a concerned look before hurrying up the stairs after her.

Jake stood where he was, hearing his wife lightly knock on the door and walk into Rose’s bedroom. Jake walked upstairs slowly after a few moments and quietly padded down the hall to Rose’s room. But he could hear his daughter crying before he even reached her door.

“Honey, it’s going to be alright,” Jake’s wife told her daughter, trying to comfort Rose.

“No, it’s not! Nick’s never going to want to see me again after this!”

“Rose, he probably wants to see your right now,” Jake’s wife assured Rose, probably squeezing her into her side.

“And Dad probably hates me!” Rose cried, causing Jake’s heart to shatter in his chest.

“Your father will never hate you, Rose,” Jake’s wife stated firmly, not giving her daughter a moment to doubt herself. “He’s just upset.”

“You didn’t see him, Mom. He hates me! And Nick’s probably going to break up with me now and . . .” Rose trailed off with just a couple of cries and gasps for air.

Lowering his head, Jake walked away from the door and back to his own bedroom.

~~~~~

A week had passed and Rose was completely avoiding Jake. If he walked into the room, she quickly left it or didn’t make eye contact. She spent most of the day up in her room, serving out the grounding that Jake and his wife agreed upon for sneaking out through her window. He wasn’t sure if she was in contact with Nick at all, but either way, he felt like he couldn’t ask.

And with only two weeks left until Rose headed out to the East Coast for college, Jake knew that he had to try make sure that his relationship with his daughter was salvaged before she left and probably never looked or came back.

Walking upstairs, Jake headed down the hall and knocked on the door to Rose’s room. She opened it a few moments later and her features instantly sunk a bit when she noticed it was him standing there. Lowering her head, Rose hid a bit more behind the door.

“What is it?”

“Let’s go for a drive.”

“Dad, I just—”

“—Please?” Jake interjected, causing Rose to glance up at him.

Ten minutes later, they were driving down the road, just the two of them, in Jake’s truck that they used for their beach days and family road trips. Rose was silent in the passenger seat, her gaze focused out the window and her entire body curled away from him. But Jake remained patient and focused on the road in front of him.

Pulling into the old diner that he used to take all of his kids to when they were small and his wife was either working or taking some ‘me’ time, Jake glanced over to catch Rose’s reaction. She frowned a bit and turned to look at him for the first time during their drive.

“Why are we here?”

“Well, it’s lunch time, isn’t it?”

They got out of the truck, with Rose being a bit reluctant, and headed inside the diner. They were quickly seated in a booth and Rose used the menu to put a barrier between her and her dad. Jake remained patient and smiled at the older waitress as she walked over to take their orders. Jake and Rose gave their orders before being left on their own.

“Did you get everything that you need before you go?” Jake asked Rose softly, who shrugged her shoulders in response.

“Most of it. We’ll just pick it up when we get there. That’s what Mom said to do.”

“Are you packed then?”

“Somewhat,” Rose replied, keeping her voice quiet.

“Are you excited?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Jake folded his arms underneath him and let out a sigh when Rose kept her responses short and her gaze lowered and away from his own. She fiddled with the paper wrap holding the utensils together, doing anything to fill the time and avoid having to talk to him.

“Rosie? Can you look at me?”

Rose glanced up at her dad, sinking a bit in her seat. Jake straightened up a bit, his expression serious and concerned, but his voice remained low and calm.

“I don’t hate you, Rosie. I could never hate you. You’re my daughter. My baby girl. And no matter what you do, I’ll never hate you, okay?”

“I know,” she replied quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me and your mom about Nick?” Jake asked softly and not accusatorily.

“Because I knew that you would freak out,” Rose explained quietly. “And I really like him, so I didn’t want to scare him away or mess anything up between our families.”

“And he treats you well? Makes you happy?”

“Yeah,” Rose stated, nodding confidently. “He does.”

“Did he ever make you feel uncomfortable? Or pressure you into doing something that you didn’t want to do but he did?”

“No. The whole window situation was my idea,” Rose replied, causing Jake to sigh.

“About that—”

“—Dad, I don’t want to talk about it,” Rose interjected, lowering her head again.

“Rosie,” Jake began, though she kept her gaze away from him, “I know that you really like Nick. But I don’t want you to . . . build your life around him. You’re only eighteen. You have your whole life in front of you. Both of you do.”

“I know. I’m not saying that we’re getting married,” Rose insisted, picking her head up a bit defensively.

“And that makes me very happy to hear,” Jake replied, causing Rose to sigh. “But I just don’t want you to get into a situation that you’ll regret down the line. I did a lot of stupid stuff when I was your age and I was lucky that in the end everything worked its way out.”

“I know. Grandma told me,” Rose stated, causing Jake to wince.

“All of it?”

“Just the bit about Grandpa threatening to shoot you when they thought you knocked up Mom,” Rose explained, reaching for her drink.

“Yeah, I remember that conversation,” Jake sighed, rubbing his face. “And I don’t want you to ever be put in that position, Rosie.”

“Dad, I’m not stupid.”

“Are you calling your mom and I stupid then?” Jake countered, causing Rose to press her lips together.

“I’m not going to answer because I don’t want to be grounded again.”

“Good choice,” Jake stated, sitting up a bit straighter. “The point is, I remember what it was like to be a teenager and everything that goes along with it. And I made a lot of mistakes with your mom back then and even later and I wanted to protect you from all of that. But,” Jake emphasized, causing Rose to raise an eyebrow, “you’re going off to college soon and I need to accept that you’re growing up.”

“I’ve been growing up for a while, Dad,” Rose replied softly, shifting in her seat.

“I know, but I was in denial because it’s scary how fast you grew up. And you’ve accomplished more than I ever thought possible,” Jake continued, causing Rose to nod slowly. “Hell, you’re ten times better off than I was at your age and you get most of it from your mom, that’s for sure, and I’m so proud of you and I know that you’ll do even better at college and . . .”

Jake trailed off for a moment, taken back to a different day, about fourteen years ago, when Rose sat across from him at a booth in this dinner. She was missing about three teeth in her smile and her hair was pulled back away from her face. And she had a ketchup stain in her dress afterwards that his wife was not happy about, but made Rose giggle when he was getting scolded about it.

“Dad?” Rose called, bringing Jake back to the present.

Blinking a bit rapidly, Jake stared over at his daughter, who seemingly grew into a young woman overnight. She wasn’t a baby anymore. She didn’t need him or her mom like she needed them before. And she was ready to spread her wings and fly high, like they always knew she could.

“I don’t love the idea of you dating . . . but if Nick treats you right . . .”

“He does.”

“And he makes you happy . . .” Jake continued.

“He does,” Rose repeated, nodding curtly.

“Then you don’t have to hide your relationship from us anymore.” Rose noticeably perked up, but Jake was quick to add his paternal disclaimer. “But that doesn’t mean you two get to just do whatever you want. No excessive PDA and don’t ever think about climbing out of your window like that again. You’ll break your neck and then I’ll break him for not catching you.”

“Dad.”

“And if he gets you into any of the situations that your grandmother described to you about me and your mom back in the day—”

“—We won’t!”

“But if you do, I’m still an admiral. And if Nick wants to stay in the Navy, he better understand that I’m not afraid to call in some favors to serve him the consequences of his actions.”

“You mean Uncle Coyote?”

“I’ll call in a lot of favors,” Jake vowed, tapping his finger on the table threateningly, though Rose cracked a small smile in return.

~~~~~

The old Dagger Squad members who lived out and around southern California gathered during the last few days of summer to wish Nick and Rose good luck before they both headed out to the East Coast to start the next chapters of their young lives. Separate chapters or at the very least adjacent chapters in Jake’s mind.

Jake glanced over at where Rose and Nick were playing cornhole with a couple of the other Dagger kids when he felt arms wrap around his waist. His wife pressed a kiss to his back, between his shoulder blades, and rested her head against him.

“You made it right?”

“Mostly,” Jake replied, causing his wife to smile.

“I knew that you could,” Jake’s wife returned, walking around to his front.

“I still don’t like it. Or him,” Jake insisted as his wife cupped his cheek.

“But?” Jake’s wife suggested, rubbing his cheek with her thumb.

Jake sighed, turning away from his wife for a moment, before reluctantly turning back to face her. She arched her brow, like she knew exactly what he was going to say in response.

“But he makes her . . . somewhat happy.”

“I’m surprised that you survived that sentence,” Jake’s wife replied, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips that Jake returned happily.

“Barely.”

Wrapping an arm around his wife, like they were the teenagers, Jake glanced over at cornhole to see Nick with his arm wrapped around Rose’s waist.

“Don’t get too comfortable over there, Cadet!”

“Dad!”

“Jake!”

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 4 months

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Valentine's Surprise | Jung Wooyoung

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Request: No.

Synopsis: Wooyoung surprises his girlfriend for Valentine's Day, which also just so happens to be their anniversary.

Warnings: None. This is probably terrible. This is a repost from my now deactivated blog. More of an explanation in my pinned post.

Word Count: 783

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“Why don’t you join us?” Y/N’s best friend offers, not wanting to see her alone for her first valentine’s day with her boyfriend, who is out of the country, until tomorrow.

“I don’t want to intrude on your plans,” Y/N politely declines her friends offer. She'd been third-wheeling her and her boyfriend quite a bit since Wooyoung went on tour. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got ice cream and plenty of ATEEZ content to binge, so It’ll be like Woo is here. He did message me earlier saying he’s going to call me again soon.”

“If you change your mind, call me.”

“Enjoy your night,” she tells her friend and ends the call before she can say anything more.

Pulling up YouTube on her tv, she finds the WANTEEZ playlist that’s saved to her favourite and presses play.

Y/N and Wooyoung had met three years. A mutual friend of theirs was hosting a gathering. Wooyoung being the social butterfly that he is, introduced himself first. By the end of the night, after he’d walked her home, they swapped numbers and made plans to go out for dinner the following night. Their relationship has been going strong and steady (with a few minor hiccups) since then.

Three episodes in, her phone starts ringing. She checks it, sees that it’s Wooyoung and pauses the video before answering her phone.

“Hi baby, how’s your night going?” she asks him.

“Can you open the door?” he asks, greeting her, sounding out of breath and as if he’s wrestling with something.

“What door?” she asks, confused and wondering if he’s hidden something in one of the bedrooms or somewhere else. It doesn’t explain the breathlessness though. “Did you run somewhere? Are you okay?” she asks sounding concerned.

“The apartment door,” he tells her, confusing her even more. “Your anniversary and Valentine’s Day gift has arrived.”

Standing up from where she’s sitting, she makes her way to the apartment door, looks through the peep hole and finds someone standing there, holding a bouquet of her favourite flowers and a giant stuffed black cat that’s almost as big as the person and hiding who the person is. Unlocking and opening the door, with the phone still to her ear, “What are-”

She’s cut off when the person moves the stuffed animal away from him, revealing it’s none other than Wooyoung. “Happy anniversary, Jagiya! Oh and Happy Valentine’s Day too!”

He moves them into her apartment, closing the door behind him and hands her the flowers and leans in to give her a kiss, bringing you out of your stunned state.

“How did you... I thought you were coming home tomorrow night?” She says, still a little surprised to see him.

“I talked the managers into letting me fly home early,” he says smiling widely. “Did I surprise you?”

Y/N nods her head, causing his smile to widen as he leans in for another kiss. He lets go of the giant black cat to wraps his arms around her waist and bring her closer. She quickly wraps her arms around him, returning the kiss with equal passion. The surprise and thoughtfulness of his gesture leaves her feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.

As they part, she looks into his beautiful deep brown eyes, "I can't believe you did this for me," she whispers, her voice filled with love.

Last year he paid for her to be flown to Japan where they had a few shows and schedules, knowing he wouldn’t be home. She was grateful that she had a few days off at the time. This time she didn’t get any time off and Wooyoung was due home the day after, so they planned something for then.

Wooyoung smiles, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration for his woman. "We’ve been together three years. This is our fourth Valentine’s together. We haven’t spent an anniversary or Valentine’s Day alone since we met. I wasn’t going to let you be alone this time."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," she says, her voice filled with sincerity.

Wooyoung brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and comforting. "I ask myself that every day."

After placing the flowers on the counter, Y/N pulls him in for another kiss.

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blouisparadise · 11 months

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of July. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

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6) Doctor | Mature | 2378 words

Harry and Louis are best friends that like each other but are too afraid to say anything. Harry is an ER doctor and one day Louis has to go to the ER because he couldn't pull out the sex toy that he was using to get off as he thought about Harry. What happens when Harry is his doctor? Maybe it will turn out better than Louis thought.

7) Except It Wasn’t | Explicit | 5469 words

It was a normal day, except that it was their five-year bonding anniversary. It was a normal day, except that they were going to finally start trying for pups. It was a normal day, except something awful happened to Louis. It was a normal day, except it wasn’t.

8) On That Note | Explicit | 6237 words

Louis’ office job on an omega only floor would be absolutely fine, if not for the alphas he and his friends have to deal with in the building. But although they’ve never met face to face, the friendly notes sent between him and Harry in Purchasing help him get through the day.

9) Your Right Now, Your Forever, Your Last Call, Your Whatever | Mature | 6361 words

“We should kiss.” So they kiss.

10) It’s Only Sunny Cause The Planet’s Dying | Explicit | 13643 words

The man leans back in his chair and looks down at the tarot cards in front of him. “Wow, that was really impressive. How long did it take you to memorize all this bullshit?” He raises a brow and that challenging look is back on his face, but he’s not even bothering to mask it this time. It makes Louis’ blood run cold. “I beg your pardon?” The man chuckles, but there’s no humor in it. “If you take a peek in my wallet that you just stole, you’ll see there’s a detective’s badge in there. Why don’t you come on down to the police station with me and you can explain your methods to me there?”

11) The Boy In The Café | Mature | 14624 words

Where Harry serves Louis his morning tea while writing him silly jokes and dropping his Number there too.

12) This Could Either Break My Heart, Or Bring It Back To Life | Not Rated | 18349 words

Harry never really cared for love: he has two children he needs to care for, and a Country to rule. Love is just not in his cards. Enter Louis, who spins his children's lives but most importantly Harry's.

13) Blue Moon | General Audiances |20351 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

What happens when Louis moves away from the busy city life to a small village in the middle of nowhere and meets Harry, the sweetest and most understanding Alpha? Will Harry be able to get Louis' walls down? Will he be able to adjust to the slower pace of life in the village and open up to Harry's love? As they navigate their new relationship, will they be able to overcome the obstacles from Louis’ past?

14) Not Safe For Work | Explicit | 23295 words

I want to drown myself in Harry’s scent until I smell like him. “I think I'm open to trying that too. Sounds very good.” Louis shakes his head a little to get out of the Harry’s-scent-spiral. “Huh?” “The dish your finger's pointing at. I thought that might be what you’re choosing?” “Oh. Yeah.”

15) 'Cause I Want You (For The Worse And For The Better) | Not Rated | 26375 words

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When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. That changes when Louis sees his ex, who turns out to be Anne's future husband's son. Now, Louis wants to prove that he's an omega that an alpha could want, and Harry wants to get through this weekend without letting his best friend figure out he's in love with him.

16) Deep Sea, Baby | Explicit | 28170 words

“Bunny, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” And just with that, Louis knew he wasn’t kidnapped or being pranked. He really was in his personal hell where the ex-love of his life still cared for him enough to make him breakfast, call him pet names and worry about him. And let’s not forget the part where his best friend apparently was no longer his friend. “I’m…” ‘You’re what??’ He thought. He couldn’t tell his mother he didn’t have any idea how he went from having a nice apartment in Hampstead to wake up in a “Didn’t Know I was Fucking Married and had a Distasteful Taste in Sheets.” episode. She was just going to worry and think he just lost his marbles. No one would believe him—to be frank, he wouldn’t believe himself either.

17) The Property Girl | Explicit | 31428 words

"YOU'RE THE PROPERTY GIRL!" Property what?!

18) Home Calls The Heart | Mature | 44091 words

A series of unfortunate events lands Louis Tomlinson in the heart of Texas. After running from his life in London and a performative marriage, he leaves a scandal in his wake. Home calls the heart, as his Nana always said. Though her words couldn't be truer when he decides to take up her offer to watch over Hyacinth ranch while she travels abroad. He figured the worst he'd have to deal with would be the meddlesome goats, some repairs and an errant spirit or two. That is, until the gorgeous Cowboy next door makes his presence known.

19) Men of Steel, Men of Power | Explicit | 58849 words

“You’ve been watching me,” Styles said. Louis swallowed around nothing. He tried for light. “You’re the newest addition, people are bound to be curious,” he said. “Sure,” said Styles, in a somewhat condescending tone. “I’m not that daft, I do notice the curiosity regarding my clothes. That’s not what you’re doing though, hm?” Styles’ gaze was intense, and Louis could feel it burn on the side of his face, but kept his eyes stubbornly on the coffee cup. “I,” he said, licked his lips. Took a deep breath, tried to look open, confident, dominant. Alpha.

20) The Habit I Can't Break | Explicit | 63140 words

While searching for a healthy alternative to fill the void that one habit left, Louis gets hooked on something and someone totally different. This new experience pushes him way out of his comfort zone, making Louis realize he’s capable of so much more than he could’ve ever imagined.

21) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83712 words

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realizing that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.” Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

22) Wind Beneath My Wings | Explicit | 93131 words

“You shouldn’t be here,” Harry gritted out, wild-eyed. “You should be scared of me.” Louis opened his mouth to speak, to cut him off, to disagree, but Harry was pushing. “I could hurt you.” “You won’t hurt me,” Louis said, simple and assuredly. Calm. “I’m capable of hurting you.” “But you won’t. That’s not who you are, Harry. I trust you,” Louis whispered. As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

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tags: fem read, sfw, no warnings, religion mentioned @prettyboykatsuki for the idea!

synopsis: your love is god - what else would he pray to ?

It is known that Kunigami Rensuke hates interviews - when the game is over and the reporters rush to the sidelines, it’s almost comical how the 6ft man runs as far away as he can from the onslaught of microphones and cameras. Usually, he can usually throw his teammates under the rug and let those who enjoy the spotlight soak it up as he drinks his fill. If you were to ask Kunigami why he hates interviews he couldn’t give you a reason. He just doesn’t like them when his job is to play and represent his country on the international level not to answer questions that slowly but surely become invasive gossip. It isn’t what he was broken and remade to do but it seems today he can’t sneak off like he usually can - his teammates clabber onto him, tugging him back to the rounds of reports which look at him with eager eyes.

With one last glare to his team that only grinned from behind him, his eyes turned to meet the reporter in front of him - a nice-looking woman with dyed blonde hair and wide eyes.

“S-so Kunigami, you were great out there today! However, your fans have noticed that you have a rather unusual pre-game ritual - are you religious?” The question makes him do a double take and then blank. What on earth is she talking about? His hair had grown out again, it shadows his eyes and he assumed it makes his blank stare look like a glowering glare as the reporter swallows and explains herself.

“You see, um many fans have noticed that before you head to the field or when you are lined up you bring a necklace to your face and kiss it - this is more commonly found in catholic players and we are wondering if you are that sort of player?” Kunigami tilts his head, pondering over her words as his hand comes up to feel the object across his neck that is tucked under his jersey. He knows what she means, it must look like that from the outside and he can’t help but laugh under his breath about what it is he is truly doing.

“No, I’m not religious. What I am kissing is this,” he paused to untuck the object around his neck - a locket on a thick chain that he hopes he can trade out for something thinner down the line. A smooth silver locket, it doesn’t have much ornate engraving outside of the kanji for love on it. The idea of him kissing a cross makes him laugh - why would he be praying to something he does not know the validity of its existence, when he can believe in you instead.

His hands look huge in comparison to the dainty thing and he opens it with such care it’s baffling to see it from a man like him. The locket opens and inside are pictures of you from your third anniversary, you look beautiful like the sun. As Kunigami gazes at the picture of you he doesn’t recognize the fact that many others are on his face - his teammates shiver in both awe and in fear. Never before had they seen such a gentle expression on his face and it both left in awe yet frightened them.

“It's my girl, I wear it every game for luck. It’s worked so far.” Is all he says before he excuses him from the reports and begins his way to the locker rooms. He wants to shower and change, wants to go on his phone and hear about your day. The adrenaline has worn off and his bones ache.Swatting away his teammates that buzz around him like flies, clambering away asking question after question about you - When did you meet? How old are you? How long have you been together? All of it is an annoyance he lets drip down his back like water off a duck’s wing as he settles through his routine.

It isn’t until he gets to his phone does he smile the same way - soft and gentle at your text message. It reads - “help me pick which photo to put in the locket so we match.” Pictures from over the years; your graduation dinner, pictures from your friend’s wedding and his pictures from your third anniversary. He picks the latter and grins when you call him sweet.

Yeah, only for you and the love you share.

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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time-skip! oikawa x reader

“Fuckboys get married at twenty.”

“Hi… hi is also a way to start a conversation,” you say, and your best friend, Kumiko shrugs.

She’s had this theory for as long as you’ve known her. Good guys take their time in settling down in getting married because when they find the one, what’s the rush? Fuckboys, however, are different. Fuckboys are immune to love until they’re not. So when they find the one they know it’s real and at that point, why wait?

You think it’s bullshit. And also not a proper greeting as she sat across from you, rolling her eyes still yet to say hello.

“This is our last hangout, come on,” you say and she pouts.

“Why do you have to go all the way to Argentina?”

“I told you. I’m sick of saying I love Miyagi just cause I’ve never been anywhere else. I wanna go places, see the world.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget about me.”

“I could never.”

“Or my theory.”

“Whatever,” you say, laughing brushing her notion off.

You move to Argentina the summer after you turn nineteen. You do a year studying abroad but kept an open mind in case you wanted to stay. The country is breathtaking. The food, the atmosphere, the culture, the people. Well, a person.

“You’re kidding?” you ask, bewildered.

“Yeah, I went to Aoba Johsai. I was a setter for the volleyball team, even made captain in my third year,” Oikawa Toru will tell you over a morning coffee, your first official date.

“That’s crazy! We lived in the same prefecture and didn’t meet until we’re both across the world.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “I really wish I would have met you sooner,” he confesses, sending a longing look your way that makes your heart skip a beat.

“You probably say that to every pretty face that walks in here don’t you?”

“No, I don’t,” he says and with the way he pauses after the words come out, it was almost like he was just figuring that out himself.

You smile and as he watches your lips curve upwards, he smiles too. You shy away from his gaze, turning away but he places a finger under your chin to where your eyes meet once more. “You look beautiful.”

“T-thanks.”

“Anytime,” he promises and one thing about Oikawa is that he keeps his word.

He would call you beautiful nearly every day he would see you, and you saw the man every day. He became an addiction, something you always craved and never got enough of, and from the way he would hug you just a little bit longer before he’d go back to his place, he felt it too. The mornings he stayed over were long and lazy, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you further into his chest when you tried to get up a moment too soon. He places soft kisses on your collarbone when you sleep longer than he does and even after the alarms ring and are snoozed over five times, he won’t dare to let go first. Safe to say after not too long, you were in love.

Unfortunately for him because you were also going back home. The school year had come and gone all too quickly and just shy of your one-year anniversary; a milestone where he wanted to ask you to move in, he was helping you move away.

You hear a small sniffle as he tapes up the last box and you stop what you were doing, walking over to hug him. His larger frame envelops yours as he pulls you in an impossibly tight embrace and you feel him trying not to cry.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Then stay,” he pleads, pulling away and you gaze up at his bloodshot eyes.

“I can’t-”

“You can.”

“My lease here just expired-”

“Move in with me,” he offers.

“School-”

“Transfer.”

“My friends-”

“We’ll go back and visit as much as you want. Just please, please don’t leave me.”

You sigh and take his hands in yours as you explain, “look, I love you. So much, but I can’t take this kind of chance on a boyfriend-”

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” you whisper, voice so quiet you barely heard it yourself.

“Marry me? I was gonna ask anyway, been thinking about it since our first date. I have a ring at my place, I’ll get you a better one eventually. And you’ll get the best seats for my games. And when I can’t wear my ring I’ll put it on a chain and you can wear it when I’m playing-”

“Toru,” you interrupt and he shakes his head with a wobbly smile.

“Y/N, marry me. Please.”

Kumiko’s theory was right. Fuckboys get married at twenty, but she left out one crucial piece of information. She never said anything about who actually marries them.

“I…yes.”

And that it’d be you.

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THE ORIGINS OF BUDGIE CITY

Welcome to this informational article where I will be explaining what exactly this "Budgie City" is, where it came from, and in which direction it will be going. So, sit down comfortably - there are some interesting things waiting ahead of you! If you are interested in the lore, visit this article.

What exactly is "Budgie City"?

It is a fictional world that I am actively developing. At the moment, I’m in the process of writing it in the form of a paper draft. I write long texts by hand, and it seems to me that spelling out each letter, unlike typing, helps to approach the composition of sentences more thoughtfully, and to more successfully avoid strange and crooked constructions that will then have to be rewritten and corrected. It is far from the final, but I want to warm up people's interest in this world before the release of a full-fledged work, which is what I am doing now. I will not publish too many pieces of text until I have finished the story completely (though I probably will show some sneak-peeks). For now the content on "Budgie City" is mostly limited to drawings — concepts, sketches and character designs. Gradually, I've been starting to bring this topic to my YouTube channel in order to introduce the setting and concept to my viewers.

You may have seen my first video of Budgie City since 2014, which I have released quite recently — “I am not insane”, a video that focuses on one of the secondary conflicts of the story.

Where did this concept even come from?

It's quite a long story, and it's funny that this year is the ten year anniversary of me registering on the forum called "Budgie City". Yes, it all started with a regular internet forum — a by now almost extinct site format, which in the early 2000s and until about 2016-17 was the main place for interest groups on the internet. Now this has moved almost completely to social media, but before almost any hobby or interest had its own forum with different sections and topics. It saddens me a little that the golden age of forums has already passed.

In 2012, for the New Year, my parents bought me my first budgie — a classic green one, and I named him Gesha. At that time, I was not a regular "user" of the Internet yet. I only started to comprehend the vastness of the virtual network a few months later, and at first it leaned purely on me viewing memes in Google pictures and all sorts of videos on YouTube.

But in the spring of 2013, I discovered these wonderful things known as forums. And it was that point in time when I, having had a budgie with me for a year, decided to find a forum thematically fitting. Upon the request from my country, Google led me straight to the “Budgie City” forum.

The topics on there were something like rooms in a big house. The users randomly surfed through them and followed each other's daily lives. Therefore, Budgie City did actually feel really like being in a virtual society where everyone knows each other. I was getting used to the frequent people, getting to know each person individually. I went to their topics to write comments and answers, they wrote in mine. That's how we existed as this cozy club of interests.

There is an interesting thing with almost every child that is on the Internet — no matter where, in which community — a person with the admin/moder status is perceived as an absolute authority, any response from which causes awe and delight. And there were certain, more active and sociable admins in Budgie City — Anya under the nickname "Phoenix Bird" and Olga under the nickname "Olivka". The "Phoenix Bird" nickname spoke for itself — the image of a large bird of fire that walks around the city and receives admiring glances from everyone, was drawn in my head almost instantly. Olivka didn't have an image yet; I started turning her into a character much later.

Phoenix and Olivka in their modern designs (2022)

In the early summer of 2014, I read "Warrior Cats", and that’s where the whole story took off. I suddenly felt like I should become a writer too and write my own book. And 12-year-old me, who was spending 80% of my online traffic on the forum, decided to write a story, turning part of the admin staff and the budgies of familiar forum members into their own characters. Phoenix and Olivka turned into birds, the latter in particular acquired an image in the form of a wompoo fruit dove with olive-tinged wings, the budgies of the forum were also turned into their respective characters: Gesha and Yasha (mine); Glasha and Gosha (Hoatzin); Clementine, Jack, Fenya, Nira, Mouse, Castorka, Mithril and Small (Phoenix); Kuzya (Dmitriy68), Milana (Radujniy), Raisin (yyna) and others.

Sections of the forum have turned into parts of the city — the restaurant, the mayor's office, the registry office and nursery, and suburbs with parrots of other species, located on trees surrounding baobabs.

This is how the novel of the same name with the slogan "Feathered Metropolis" was born from the "Budgie City" forum. I posted it in its own topic, had about a dozen readers and, judging by the reviews, they all really liked reading the story. Although, looking back at the writing now... I wouldn't call it something breathtaking. Rather the opposite. But then again, I am now judging from the perspective of a third-year animation director student, and not the fifth grader I was at that time.

A couple of my original illustrations from 2014

The story was successfully brought to an end in about seven months, and after a while I started writing a sequel — however, the central conflict wasn’t thought out the slightest, so the plot quickly crumbled and was abandoned after several chapters.

Now the original text is lost in the vastness of the web — somewhere there is a piece of the prologue, somewhere even a couple of chapters. But the full version no longer exists — it was published only on the forum, and the said forum, unfortunately was — somewhere around 2019 — ruthlessly deleted from the Internet due to the desolation. All that's left of it are snapshots in the Wayback Machine.

Rewriting from the old version into a new one

In 2017, three years later, I made an attempt to rewrite "Budgie City" from scratch — leaving only the main conflict, the structure of the world, and the set of characters the same, to write a new text out of this "skeleton". Progress did not go beyond the prologue and the first chapter however, and rewriting was abandoned.

The same story with 2019 — a couple of pages, that’s all.

Two artworks from 2019

The next approach took till early 2021 to happen, when the original story turned almost six and a half years old. At that time I was already in the middle of my first year of animation directing at SPbGIKiT (Saint Petersburg State Institute of Film and Television). I wrote the prologue and part of the first chapter and went to proudly tell our master Galina Voropai about my "really cool" world. Galina interrupted me in the middle of the impromptu presentation, after which followed a forty-minute roast, thoroughly and in detail explaining that the "Budgie City" in its concept is a piece of junk that does not have the right to exist in its current form. And all this was in the presence of my classmates in the workshop. I gave up trying to defend myself halfway through, and when it was all over, I got up, quietly thanked Galina for a detailed objective analysis of the shortcomings of my project, went down to the first floor, huddled in a bathroom stall, and burst into tears.

It was the first (and yet the only) time in my life where I was literally crying over my work, and the girls from senior courses came to my howls, and we sat together on the windowsill of a public toilet. I was all red, shaking, and dropping snot, as they tried to calm me down.

(my mental state that day)

After that, I did not return to those written several pages for about a year and a half. I began to doubt whether I should continue at all or if it would just be a waste of time.

After the roast from the master, I went through all five stages of grief:

Yes, that was tough. But after so much time, I was finally able to evaluate the message of this scolding with a cool head and understand that most of the comments were actually really helpful - the conflict and the world did require a lot more careful study and rework. With the next approach, I wrote out all the conflicts, all the character motivations, and made a proper plan. And since the end of last autumn, I have returned to writing. Now I know where the story will begin, where it will head, and how it will end. All the actions performed by the heroes are finally based in actual logic. And, although Galina will not see the final result (she sadly passed away at the end of 2021), I hope that the new version will be one that she would have approved of.

A small FAQ:

Q: When will the book be released?

A: I don't want to make any promises as of now, because writing is a rather spontaneous and uneven process. I write more when I am inspired, and inspiration is impossible to predict. So the answer is simple — it will come out when it's finished :D

Q: Will it be released electronically or in a printed book form? Will I have to pay for reading it?

A: I plan to release the final version "Budgie City" in the same way as the old one — in open access, so that everyone can read it at any time. I will not charge money for reading the electronic version, but if there will be a demand for physical copies, I may release a small print run, which will cost money for those who want to get a copy. But it's a little early to think about that anyway.

Q: How does the world in Budgie City work? How do they live? What is the main conflict of the story?

A: All of this you can find out in this article!

Q: Where can I find more content to this world and story?

A: On this very blog or on my YouTube channel

I hope this article was helpful and informative enough for you to know where "Budgie City" comes from and in which direction it is currently heading. Thank you for reading!

Huge thanks to @annchanorsomethin for helping with translation of this article!

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hsgwrld-archive · 1 year

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[9:54PM]- PARK SUNGHOON

->sunghoon x gn!reader ->angst with fluff ->778!

-> I know I'm on hiatus but I WRote this while I have free time..Enjoy

“ He hasn't read it” sign left your lips, putting your phone beside you on the bench and waiting for the train to come. The hope hasn't died in you yet. The promises you both made before separating apart, before Sunghoon needed to move to another country for studies letting you here, just with promises “ We will find each other again”

One year has fully passed. You slowed and moved on from Sunghoon. Looking at the friendship bracelet you both made before he confessed having feelings for you.

Tears coming to eyes, memories, and everything slowly coming back but what is the point even?

Sunghoon probably has moved on, find someone better while you are still here hoping for something you shouldn't.

Looking up you saw your train finally came, getting up and securing your backpack.

Looking across, you and Sunghoon found yourselves standing at opposite ends of a bustling train station. The year apart had been a torrent of longing and unanswered questions, but fate had finally granted you both a chance at reunion.

The moment the doors opened, you caught a glimpse of Sunghoon, standing amidst the crowd. He had changed, but the essence of his being remained unchanged. His eyes, filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty, searched the platform until they met yours. Time seemed to slow as your gazes locked as if the world around you faded into insignificance.

Without hesitation, you rushed towards each other, forgetting the passing year and the reasons that had kept you apart. As you finally embraced, tears streamed down both your faces, an emotional torrent of relief and joy. The world stood still as you held each other tightly, as if afraid that letting go would make the moment disappear.

With trembling voices, you both began to speak, “Why are you here? “ you asked in his embrace, slowly pulling away, looking up at him with tears streaming down your cheek.

“I- came here to see you y/n” Sunghoon answered, looking into your eyes. Tears have dried on his face.

‘Why? After one year, without talking to me, you came here?” you furiously asked. You were mad, why did he come to see you without answering your messages and calls in the first place? Sunghoon is guilty and chuckled, he knows you will not forget.

“Let me explain, first of all, my phone went missing after a month in America, secondly I sent you envelopes!”

With questioning looking you looked at him. Envelopes? You remember getting them from some guy called Benjamin and never opening them and throwing them out.

“I was Benjamin,y/n,” Sunghoon said with hope if you had ever read them. But by your look, he understands you didn't even read them.

Sunghoon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn envelope. It was the letter you had written to him a month ago as an anniversary gift when he was in America already for a month, a letter he had kept close to his heart. With a tender smile, Sunghoon looked to you, "I've carried your words with me, cherished them even when we were apart."

“But I thought you left me and moved on,'' you exclaimed looking at him. Sunghoon's eyes softened. caressing your cheek, and smiling bitterly.

“I would never leave you y/n, never”

In that moment, as Sunghoon's words washed over you, the weight of doubt and uncertainty lifted from your shoulders. The misunderstandings and miscommunication that had plagued your time apart seemed insignificant compared to the love that still burned between you.

As the train station buzzed with the chaos of travelers, you found solace in each other's presence. Sunghoon's touch reassured you of his unwavering commitment, and you realized that your love for each other had never wavered either.

Together, you found a quiet corner of the station where you could talk, share, and truly understand the challenges you had faced individually. Sunghoon explained how his phone had gone missing, and how he had desperately tried to reach out to you through the letters sent as Benjamin. You shared your own struggles, the pain of feeling abandoned, and the slow process of healing.

With every word spoken, the wounds of the past began to heal, making room for forgiveness and renewed hope. The promises you made before parting ways were still alive in your hearts, and you knew that you had been given a second chance to fulfill them.

In the following days, you and Sunghoon rekindled your love, rediscovering the joy of shared moments and building new memories together. You laughed, you cried, and you celebrated the reunion that felt like a miracle.

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charlie-lec-stories · 8 months

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Dirty Little Secret - Part 1: Qatar // CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character

Series Summary: Charles' wife went to The Other Side and came back, but her past did too.

Chapter Summary: Qatar's high temperatures prove to be deadly when a terrible crash happens on the track.

Series Warnings: Death, descriptions of CPR and a car crash, sexual comments and implied sexual acts, mentions of blood, mentions of suicide and depression.

Author’s Note: This is a special I decided to write inspired by Halloween and the Qatar GP, it's five parts long. It's the first time I write something for this page instead of editing thing I have written before, I hope you guys like it. Rate: +16 (descriptions of medical procedures).

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The first memory Charles had of his wife is from a rainy day twenty years ago. He was getting ready to jump into his kart when he saw her, red hair blowing in the air, a lilac helmet under her arm and a matching race suit, with her name, Y/N, embroidered in black cursive letters. She was the prettiest girl in the world, he was sure, so sure that he told his father that he was marrying that girl when he was older. But that pretty redhead was not seen again for many years. He kind of forgot about her and that smile that missed a few tooth, the memory of her appearing once in a while, triggered by the combination of red and lilac. They crossed paths again when they were fifteen but the relationship they developed was anything but amicable. Charles spotted her instantly, her hair exactly the same as he remembered it, but what he also noticed was that she was hanging from Max Verstappen's arm. They were laughing and talking excitedly as Max explained something to her. He could feel his blood boiling inside his veins, now that he finally saw her again she had to be around his most hated rival. He tried to approach her once he found her alone but the second she saw him she walked away, right back to Max, who put a protective arm around her shoulders and sent Charles a dirty look.

It took a few years for Charles and Y/N to get along and then just months to start dating. Charles learned that Max and Y/N were best friends since she moved from her home country to Netherlands. She lived in Monaco for a few months in between that, that's when they first met, and then her family settled in Roosteren, a town in Netherlands bordering with Maaseik (Belgium) where Max grew up. They went together to school and karting, becoming close pretty quickly. That's why she initially didn't like Charles, his rivalry with Max was so strong that she even disliked Charles. But with time his relationship with Max evolved into mutual respect and Charles and Y/N started getting to know each other better. When they were twenty, Charles made a bet with her: if he got to win the F2 Championship, she had to go on a date with him. She said yes and after he won they went to the first of many incredible dates they had together. Max took the relationship way better than Charles expected and he even gave them a gift for their first anniversary. Both Charles and Y/N gave everything to the relationship and Charles was elated with that, he loved how committed she was from day one. He felt like they were perfect for each other, a match made in Heaven. Being that close made it difficult for Charles when Y/N would spend so much time with Max, but he understood that they were best friends and needed some time for themselves.

After almost six years of dating, Charles and Y/N got married. It was a little celebration with their families and closest friends. It was also Y/N rookie year in F1, driving for Aston Martin along Fernando Alonso, with a contract until 2026. Everyone was happy, they were glowing and already planning for a year off together to have children when her contract was over. They married during summer break and moved their honeymoon to the off-season because Max and Y/N had their annual trip to Netherlands together right after the wedding. One thing Charles noticed was that Max and Y/N always went together back home on summer break and whenever he suggested they changed the date, both refused instantly. The trip wasn't long, it was just four days and they stayed at Y/N's childhood house. Charles never went with them, he suspected that the trip was more than just wanting to visit a childhood friend, but he could see that the topic was kind of delicate to them. He asked once about it and Y/N showed such hurt about it that he regretted asking. "We always go back to visit a friend of ours, it's complicated". He got that answer on their second year dating and was never told anything else about it. He never dared to ask Max and by the gloom mood the Dutch always wore for the trip, Charles knew better than to pry. It was something that Charles really wanted to know about since it seemed to affect Y/N pretty bad. Each time she came back extremely depressed and quiet. The last one hadn't been different, still, she recovered and went back to racing, winning two races in a row. Now, it was time for Qatar.

The heat was unbearable, Charles could feel it sweeping through his seat and into his suit, and that shouldn't happen. Lewis and Fernando had just been denied their petition to cancel, the two older drivers having taken the matter into their own hands to protect the younger ones. Max had talked to Christian to see if they could do something with Red Bull as a team. Nothing worked, the FIA wanted the race to happen so it was going to happen. They were all exhausted from the sprint the day before and they all felt terrible. Y/N looked down, she didn't do well with heat. Charles walked to her and sat by her side, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles gently.

"How are you holding up, Bunny?". He asked once he was sitting next to her on the floor, as everyone waited for the order to go to their cars. "Bunny" was a nickname that everyone had for her, she was a Loony-Tunes fan and had a lot of merchandising of it: mugs, shirts, hats, bags, you name it, she had it. Charles usually watched it with her, Bugs Bunny was her favourite.

"I think my teeth are sweating". She was frowning with annoyance, but that was quickly replaced with a giggle when she heard Charles laugh at her comment. They kept laughing softly, avoiding looking at each other, knowing that the cameras were following their interaction. She didn't like public displays of affection, not even with Charles, it made her uncomfortable to have her relationship analyzed all the time, so she just agreed to some light kissing and quick hugs. With her friends it was also a no, a lot of rumors circulated all the time, with almost every driver, even with her teammate, old enough to be her father, who she called her "racing dad". Fernando was the best teammate a rookie could have, he was experienced and patient, he took the time to explain things to her and guide her through everything that the racing world threw at her. They were really close, she was the kid he never had.

"Bunny, I tried, but they won't cancel". Fernando stood in front of them, an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sure you did, Dad, don't worry". Next to him was Lewis, fumming,

"We should refuse to race. All of us together". The seven-time champion was an expert on getting people to work together for shared goals, and he was fearless when it came to things being unfair.

"Some of us could loose our seats for that, Lew". She knew that even if the four of them were safe, other drivers weren't that lucky. Most of the contracts said that they couldn't refuse to race, not without the green light from their Team Principal, and they were directly commanded to race.

"I know...". Lewis bit his lip, trying to contain his anger. "It's just so unfair". He shook his head when he heard the call for them to go to the cars. Y/N took Fernando's hand and got up. Charles gave his wife a hug and a quick kiss before parting to his car and hear her say her last bit to the conversation.

"Sadly, I think not even a tragedy can make them prioritize our lives over the money".

It was a 57-laps race. Charles and Y/N had their radios connected all the time, they couldn't talk to each other, but it gave them some peace of mind to hear the other's voice through the race. Everyone was complaining about the heat. Esteban threw up inside his helmet, Logan had to retire and Fernando asked to be drenched in cold water, something that was definitely not happening but God... he wanted it to. Charles felt like he was dying, his head hurt, it was hard to breath and the sand on the track made the car difficult to control, much more strength needed to keep the car on the track. It was lap 38 and he already wanted it to end, the first time in his life that he hated his job. He could hear that Y/N was complaining a lot, her voice tired and annoyed on the radio. She was uncomfortable on her seat, she had cramps on her hands and legs due to dehydration and her head was pounding non-stop. Still, she didn't feel like retiring and she made it clear. He could see her car moving around the track in front of him. She was P3, Max P4 and he was P5, with a prominent gap of almost 4 seconds to Max.

"Max is not doing well. He will retire this lap". Charles heard Xavi, his race engineer, on the radio and then heard his wife talking again, probably after getting the news about Max herself from her own radio.

"This conditions are inhuman". She sounded angrier than before, she was probably worried about her friend. "I can't believe they didn't cancel, I can't beli-". The radio transmission was cut short as Max's car collided with hers. Charles saw the whole accident happen in front of him, even having to drive out of the track himself because of it. They were all on turn 4, she turned, Max didn't. He didn't even break, his front wing impacting the right side of her car and pushing her against the wall of the track in a T-shaped crash. Everything happened so fast Charles was having trouble processing the information. Xavi kept asking him if he was alright, but he was already getting out of the car. He wanted to run, to fly even, to get to her as fast as he could, but his legs weren't as fast as he wanted them to be. Max wasn't moving, unconscious in the cockpit. He could see Y/N moving and climbing out of her car, walking towards Max like she was drunk, her feet unsteady and her arms moving strangely. She seemed like a mix of tired and dizzy. He kept running but felt like he wasn't getting closer. He never noticed how much physical distance 4-seconds gaps actually were. He saw his wife doing what she could to get Max out of his car, a fire burning tall were their cars connected, close to Max's cockpit. She was walking backwards, Max's body limp against hers and she was using all of her strength to carry him away from the fire. Charles was a few meters away when she suddenly shook, a little yelp coming from her then falling to the sandy ground with a muffed thud, Max atop of her.

"Bunny! Max!". Charles screamed as he ran towards them. He kneeled next to the pair and quickly removed Max from his wife. The Dutchman was breathing softly, his chest barely raising with each little breath. Y/N, on the other side, was still, too still. He removed her helmet and balaclava and the first thing he saw were her eyes slightly open and unfocussed. Panic spread through his body when he couldn't find her pulse on her neck and no air seemed to come out of her, nor come in, her chest not moving at all. He removed his own head protection as fast as he could and opened her suit to move her clothes out of the way to start CPR compressions. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix". Charles counted, the sweat from the heat and the strength the CPR took mixing with his tears. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, vingt". One more set and he had to do two ventilations. He decided to focus on his task, even if a thousand thoughts went through his head. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, trente". He moved her head up and pinched her nose with that hand, pulling softly at her chin with the other to open her mouth, covering it with his own as he exhaled into her. Twice. He could only cry and plead as he moved away from her, to start the compressions again. "Please, mon amour, please don't leave me". He placed his hands on her chest again. "I love you too much, please stay with me". The pain inside his chest made it impossible for him to notice the heat anymore. He needed her back, he couldn't loose her. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix".

"Charles, you're gonna finish the set of compressions and then we're gonna take it from there, do you understand?". He never noticed when, but the paramedics made it there. As he nodded his head and kept working, he saw how some medics got Max on a stretcher and gave him oxygen.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, trente". He was pulled away from Y/N when he made it to thirty. His first instinct told him to fight, to crawl back to his wife and never leave her side, but the arms that pulled him away were giving everything they had to keep him there. It didn't matter how much he cried or fought. The doctor cut her fireproofs open and placed the pads of the defibrillator on her chest. He could hear the machine talking, explaining that there was no pulse. "No! No! No!". He repeated as he kept fighting the marshal holding him down. Another medic was ventilating her with a bag valve mask. The machine told them to clear and everyone pulled away from her. Her body went stiff and then relaxed. The machine made more sounds and Charles felt like everything was taking too much time for his liking. Swiftly, Y/N was moved to a stretcher and took into the ambulance that just then Charles seemed to acknowledge. The last time he could see his wife, the machine was saying something but he was unable to hear as he was pulled away towards the safety car that had to take him to the garage, the ambulance taking off and disappearing from his sight.

He can't remember how he made it to the hospital, but the next thing after the safety car, he's sitting in a room, an IV connected to his arm and Joris rubbing his back. He could see thought the little window of the door that Arthur, his younger brother, was outside with Lorenzo, his older brother. The other two Leclercs were arguing and Charles could only worry as he felt his body too relaxed but his head racing. A doctor walked towards his brothers and after talking for a few moments, the three of them walked in. The doctor stood in front of him.

"Mr. Leclerc, your wife is stable now". She said with a small smile. Charles could feel the wet pattern of his tears on his cheeks. "She had a concussion. A big one, and between the dehydration and the effort of carrying Mr. Verstappen out of the car, her heart gave up and she had a heart-attack". Charles nodded. "You save her life. Her heart stopped working and the CPR you did on her kept her brain oxygenated enough time for us to start her heart back on. She's alive because of you".

"Can I see her?". He felt his throat dry and stiff as his hoarse voice came out in a whisper. The doctor nodded her head and helped Charles up.

"Yes, you can". She walked him through the hospital with his IV still connected, to help him recover from his own dehydration. Joris took the pole with his IV bag and carried it. "She's asleep now and we're getting her strong again with a supplement we're giving her through her IV". The doctor explained while they walked. "She has to stay for observation for 24hrs and then, if her MRIs are alright, you'll be able to go home". He nodded and took a deep breath when they stopped at the door of his wife's room. Then, anxious about what was waiting for him at the other side of that door, he pushed down the handle and walked in. He sat next to his wife and held her hand, kissing it softly. She moved a bit, stirring, and with her eyes still closed she called out:

"Maud?"

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This is the first part! Enjoy.

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc imagines

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thankskenpenders · 2 years

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I haven’t been keeping tabs on the man because that’s just... not a thing I do, believe it or not. Nobody has busted down my door to inform me of something insane like a new Scourge comic or more legal threats lately, so I haven’t looked at his Twitter. But I realized the other day marked the 12th anniversary of Penders first announcing his intention to make new comics starring Knuckles’ daughter Lara-Su, continuing his Archie Sonic run. The formal announcement of The Lara-Su Chronicles as a series would only come in December 2011, but in July 2010 his copyright battle went public via an announcement posted to his personal forum, which also explained what he was going to do with his newly copyrighted material

In that time, we’ve seen scattered individual pages, promotional art, script drafts, translation snippets in multiple languages, T-shirts, phone cases, masturbatory Screen Rant interviews, a bunch of con appearances on both sides of the country, the decision to make an Echyd’nya conlang, many Twitter ponderings on Echyd’nya reproductive biology and sexuality, and previews of a bespoke The Lara-Su Chronicles motion comic reader app that’s perpetually in early development. But Penders has yet to release a single chapter from what is apparently book one of a seven-part graphic novel saga after 12 years

By my count, in the time it’s taken him to make and release any new comics, 253 official English language Sonic comics have been released. That includes Archie, IDW, and the Forces miniseries. And of course, that number would be even higher had we not seen a 16-month gap due to Archie losing the license and the team being rehired by IDW

Despite the number of messages I receive wanting me to rag on him endlessly for every little thing he’s ever said and done, I don’t actually get off on kicking an old man when he’s down. But he’s apparently back to taking pot shots at the IDW comics (which he has not and will not read) for attention on Twitter, so I figured some perspective was due 💖

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littlemuoi · 11 months

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'Look, I'm not trying to change the world' by Susan Ryan (October 20th 2005)

For 50 years, the Duke of Edinburgh Award Scheme has offered challenge and adventure to young people across the globe. In a rare double interview, Prince Philip and Prince Edward - the scheme's greatest champion - explain why it gives them cause to be optimistic - By Susan Ryan

There is something unnerving about turning up for an interview at Buckingham Palace. For a start, at our briefing in the Sunshine Room, it was referred to not as an interview, but an audience. A small curtsey, we were advised, would be appropriate - which undoubtedly it is for an audience, but is really quite odd for an interview. Forget Jeremy Paxman: it is almost impossible to get into even mildly inquisitorial mode when you have just curtsied for the first time in your life, to the subject of your interview.

Other questions about protocol arose. I have been to war zones and A-list celebrity parties with photographer Abbie Trayler-Smith, but this was the first time she had been given a dress code. In the event what she wore mattered little because the Duke told her she could take "a" picture and then go, or as he put it "shove off". He meant it: three clicks of the shutter and he became impatient; another two clicks, and he had had enough. "You can shove off now..... shoo along... shoo along."

It was not an encouraging start. I had been granted 30 minutes with the Duke of Edinburgh and his son Edward, the Earl of Wessex, to talk about the 50th anniversary of the Duke's award programme. It had been stressed that such interviews are extremely rare and a full half-hour was almost unheard of (although against the normal benchmark, it is barely enough time to warm up). A father and son interview - as patron and trustee of the award programme - was even rarer. The thought hovers that only one mildly daft question and I, too, might be invited to shove off.

I had met the Duke several months ago on the day after The Daily Telegraph had published a front-page picture of the Queen shaking Eric Clapton's hand at a party at the Palace. The headline read: "The Queen: Have you been playing long? Eric Clapton: It must be 45 years now." The implication was that Her Majesty hadn't had a clue who the famous guitarist was and the Duke wanted me to know that she "absolutely" had.

"Of course the Queen knows who Eric Clapton is," he scolded, appearing to be more hurt on her behalf than angry. He explained that her question had been "how long have you been playing?" not, "have you been playing long?".

I sensed it was her professionalism as a well-briefed hostess that he was defending, rather than her street credentials, for he happily confessed: "I wouldn't have had a clue who he was, but the Queen knew exactly who she was talking to."

But while he clearly takes pride in Her Majesty's rock knowledge, he is less keen to take credit for what is widely regarded as the country's biggest and best youth programme for the personal development of young people aged between 14 and 25. But the Duke of Edinburgh's Award scheme is something of which he should be justifiably proud. Over the past 50 years, more than five million people in 100 countries have set and achieved personal goals as well as giving over 54 million hours of service to the community. At any one time, more than 500,000 young people are participating around the world, 225,000 of those in this country.

Set against the current emphasis within state day schools on academic work to the virtual exclusion of sport and other physical activity, the scheme is increasingly significant. It provides the opportunity both for encouraging physical fitness and for individual achievement.

But the Duke brushes aside his own personal contribution to it, admitting only when pushed that the programme simply would not have existed without him. "Oh, all right," he says. "But it is the original committee that set up the right formula and it is the volunteers who make it work. What I have done is all incidental. It has had to fit in with whatever else was going on."

He expresses surprise when someone mentions that in 50 years he has never missed a gold award ceremony. "That's only in this country," he says dismissively.

The vision came from that of his old headmaster at Gordonstoun, Kurt Hahn, who wanted to get away from the idea that all physical activity should be competitive. At the school, Khan devised a plan in which each individual could improve his personal performance in athletics and was in the process of extending it to the county and beyond, when war broke out.

After the war ended, the headmaster requested a meeting with his former pupil in which he asked him to bring together a committee of the great and the good.

'Khan talked of the four declines: a decline in compassion; a decline in skills; a decline in enterprise; and a decline in fitness," says the Duke. And from these discussions it was decided that there would be a national scheme and that it would include public service, a skill and an expedition.

Had it achieved what he hoped for? "I didn't know what it was going to achieve. It provided something for a lot of young people to expand their interest, which they probably would not have done otherwise," he says matter of factly, adding: "You obviously didn't do it, did you? What happened? Lousy school?"

Was it the idea now to see every child take part? "No," say the Duke and the Earl in unison. "We want to make it on offer to everyone. It is up to individuals if they want to do it; it is entirely voluntary," says the Duke, as his son nods.

The young Prince Edward first became aware of the award at school. "I was a trouble-maker. There was this mountain and we kept on having to walk up it and down it and I asked whether it wouldn't be a good idea to walk round it for a change."

Prince Philip laughs. The body language is that of any other father-son relationship. When Edward talks, his father listens closely and radiates an almost tangible fondness.

The school suggested that the Prince find a way round the mountain for the Duke of Edinbugh Award, and it was the first time he had heard of it. But hadn't he grown up with an awareness of his father's eponymous scheme?

"Of course not," retorts the Duke. "Why should he? I didn't go pushing things."

Prince Edward went on to do the gold award at university and he is now perhaps its greatest champion. He is chairman of the international committee and a trustee of the board, and often spends at least two days a week working behind the scenes. He is also clearly passionate about it, talking animatedly about the award's reach.

"It has long been thought of as a preventive measure," he says. "The challenge then became why we didn't go and tackle some really difficult areas, really challenging areas. So we went into the Drumchapel estate in Glasgow, and after going in there and surviving, we decided to go into Belfast and worked across the community."

The scheme is now also available in hundreds of young offenders' units and, where they have been able to measure, the reoffending rates have dropped dramatically.

Surprisingly, though, his involvement in the awards had little to do with his father. I ask if he was pushed into it. "Absolutely not," expostulates the Duke.

"I am not a demanding father."

Instead, having done the award himself, the Earl got sucked into fund-raising for it, and being "rather too good at it - that was my error", he was asked to take on more and more by the committee.

The only time that the Duke gets prickly is when I suggest that the perception of the award is that it is middle-class. "Why do you say 'middle-class'? We haven't reached out to the middle class; it's open to everybody.

"More state schools do it than public schools, which generally are not interested - although the bursar at Eton has told me that they are going to take it up. I nearly fell off my chair."

Whether it is cause or effect, one by-product of their work is that the contact they have gives them reason to be optimistic about today's youth. "A lot of social engineering policies have not been as successful as they might have been, which may possibly account for the fact that there is a higher proportion of yobs," says the Duke. "Or perhaps the yobbishness is of greater significance than it was before - I don't know. But there is absolutely no doubt that the young people I see are exceptionally good - but that is not a very high proportion of the population."

The reason for the 50th anniversary celebrations is two-fold: to raise money (in trying to make it more accessible, a certain amount of debt has been incurred) and to increase the availability, which means more volunteers are needed. One member of staff - which is all most schools feel they can release - can supervise up to a maximum of 140 children, which often means that not all those who want to do it, can.

"Look, I am not trying to change the world. It's not a personal campaign. I just want to see young people have an opportunity to do these things," says the Duke.

We have gone over time by 15 minutes. Abbie bravely returns to plead for a picture of the two together. The Duke insists that I stand between them. Later, we doctor the photo to excise my presence to make it usable (see main picture). I am confused about why he is so insistent, but dare not argue. Thinking about it afterwards, I can only assume he thought that this was a personal thing and that I had wanted it for my mantelpiece.

Next day I get a message from Prince Edward, who is married to a PR and is therefore more media-savvy. If I wanted any pictures of them together, he was sure that he had some in the archives. A further message was delivered: if I wanted to talk to him on the telephone, he would be very happy to do so, and passed on a time and a number, and I realise why those people working on the anniversary are full of praise for his willingness and his professionalism.

#brf #royal anecdote #philip’s sharp tongue lmao #two dukes of edinburgh talked about the duke of edinburgh’s award #till this day one of my fav interviews 💖#the dofe's award series #ed #prince philip #prince edward #duke of edinburgh

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kemetic-dreams · 9 months

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When his boss found out his secret, he thought he would be fired. He sobbed thinking he would not only lose his job, but also a friend and father figure. But, his Boss didn’t fire him.

You may not remember him by his college yearbook photograph.

But, you may remember him in another iconic photograph (which you can google), sitting in the yard of a neighbor. It was a hot summer day, and his friend had invited him to join him, in front of a wading pool, and soak their feet together.

His name is Francois Clemmons, but you may remember him in the role he had in the Neighborhood, as “Officer Clemmons.” His friend and neighbor was Fred - Fred Rogers, or as he was lovingly referred to as “Mister Rogers.”

This is an excerpt and revisit to a popular Peace Page story, on this the 7th anniversary of the Peace Page. The story of Officer Clemmons was originally published on the Peace Page in 2019. The post tells the story of how Francois Clemmons became “Officer Clemmons”.

In 1969, riots were erupting in Black neighborhoods across the nation. Racial segregation had ended as far as public drinking fountains, public transportation, and public schools, but there was a new battleground - public pools. Many public pools were off limits to Blacks. Police were routinely called whenever a Black person supposedly trespassed into a pool. Still fresh in the memories of both Black and white protestors was the infamous incident in the summer of 1964 in which a hotel manager dumped acid into a pool of Black and white bathers.

“It was a definite call to social action on Fred’s part,” Clemmons recalls. “That was his way of speaking about race relations in America.

The image of Officer Clemmons, a Black man, and Mister Rogers, a white man, is still circulating these days, showing a divided country that we can get along, that kindness - sometimes missing in the world - can be shared, with one another, with your neighbors, with the world, and that the peace we seek can still be obtained.

What you may not know of that story is that the real person in the role of Officer Clemmons was gay, but Fred Rogers, his Boss, his friend, his “surrogate father [as he described Rogers] , accepted him as who he was (although in those days they needed to work together to protect one another).

When Clemmons thought he was being fired or that their friendship had ended, he started crying uncontrollably. Rogers, according to Clemmons, held him, cradling him, saying, "Now wait just a minute, young man. Who says that our relationship has to come to an end?"

Clemmons said he would be able to talk to Rogers about being gay, which helped him.

Years later, in 1993, Francois Clemmons would make his last appearance on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, after playing Officer Clemmons for 25 years. In a touching moment, Mister Rogers would again invite Officer Clemmons, again joining Rogers at a wading pool in the front yard. This time, two grown men, one Black, the other white [and as described in People Magazine as "one gay and single, one straight, married, and a father to two children; one introvert, one extrovert] soaked their feet together, discussed and sang a song about the different ways people say “I love you.”

Clemmons remembered that the scene touched him in a way he hadn't expected.

He recalls when Fred told him his customary line, “I love you just the way you are.”

“One day I said, ‘Fred, were you talking to me?’ He said, ‘Yes, I’ve been talking to you for years and you finally heard me today.’"

Clemmons remembers Rogers, saying, “your heart will open when Fred explains the positive influence that you can have for young children. “They’ll know that love does exist and that there’s much more that all of us can do when we choose to do it together.”

“He is with me more than ever. Fred doesn’t speak, but he lets me know.”

#Francois Clemmons #african #afrakan #kemetic dreams #africans #afrakans #brown skin #brownskin #african american #rogers

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HONESTY HOUR!!!!!!!! (or hours, if you're me ;;;;;;)

since i have no personal 'caught in the rain' moments to talk about im gonna turn the question on you!!!! any particular memorable ones you feel like sharing??

also i've been trying to think about something juicy to ask but the only thing my mind could came up with is to talk about BL actors you have a crush on, if there are any!!!!

hours indeed, I'm two days late 😂💓 and I'm figuring things out as I go so it's a yapping session with gifs, enjoy 😙

i do have a few but one that always sticks out to me was one summer (or was it late spring?) my best friend and i were doing some shopping at the city centre and this rain started pouring, ive never felt anything like it. we had no umbrellas, we were carrying stuff and we walked (maybe kinda ran too lol) a great distance to the subway station; drenched rat doesn't begin to cover it, the rain curtain was thick, it was coming down fast and it seemed like it'd never stop.. I don't think I have any photos or videos from that day, i don't remember it all too well and her and I don't talk anymore but i think I remember it accurately enough. i loved it. it's happened a lot and I still don't carry an umbrella, some lessons are harder to learn

crushes..hahah see, so many years as a young woman and a girl, a romantic and a romcom truther and yet I don't really know the definition of a crush. when it comes to celebrities, I actively avoid feeling like that for them? nothing bad about celebrity crushes but you can blame it on my ocd symptoms [too much to explain]; i do fangirl about them and jokingly think up scenarios (I used to be a y/n fic reader lmao and im loud and proud about it!!) but it's just innocent stuff

I'd say the bl actors i have somewhat of a crush on (by how I understand it) are pond and joong; i find a lot of guys attractive but I don't know much about them like sea, boun or tay

ohhh anderson cheng who plays mark in love is science? is smth else for me

but it could be the character okay, i don't know anderson like that except for a few lives with lin yu😂

I had somewhat of a crush on yibo too but he done fucked up recently so.

OH JIWOONG

DUH

jiwoong is a mystery to me and im just happy when he's happy

also seoham and jaechan in different ways lol

kim sunghyun exuded so much charm as jinwoo I couldn't not fall for him a bit

^like maybe that should be me. js.

yu is stunning any time I see him

he had me crazy about zhou shu yi, soo handsome when he's angry and even more when in love (seeing a man cry whether in character or not bonds you to him idk what to say)

now for the jbls... it's gonna take a bit

meguro ren had me in a chokehold for a while

so did yagi yusei

sato yusuke had me all glued to the screen as well

obviously kimura tatsunari

(happy second anniversary ofc!)

inaba yuuuu

yamanaka jyutaro (I've now hit the ten image limit so that's the blond photographer dude from ameiro paradox); suzuki kousuke (jack o'frost and takara kun to amagi kun); nomura kota (perfect propose) but!

the ones I actually know more about are kouhei and acchan since I used to tune in for their insta lives and kouhei is just so 🥰🥰🥰 that's segasaki from taikan yoho

and currently losing it a bit with the mains of 25 ji akasaka de, niihara taisuke and komagine kiita

I think the reason I just go for "dudes I don't know outside of their role but are handsome af" for japanese bls and "I need to know him better" for thai bls is because of how much content there is of the actors interacting with their on screen partners. plus it's much less likely I see stuff about japanese actors on my dash whereas random interviews and show bits come up constantly with not only gmm dudes but guys from other companies as well. it feels like I get to know about thai actors without putting that much effort in but with those from other countries I'd have to go out of my way so it'd be harder to list someone close to the definition of a crush, you know.

I am very tired so this is a mess, most of this doesn't even need to be written down but I hope you get to read it as a relaxing nonsense list the way it's intended haha

#petri replies #ask game #ppg #nah this reply is ridiculous i even put guys i dont have a crush on currently cause i wanted to share the eye candy

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senor-plume · 4 months

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Birthday

the Buddha balloon belly is the wish I blew out on my birthday with greasy hair long and brown sitting at the dining room table on a rainy day in flower blooming May

two turtles a few frogs with candles in their mouths and a brick colored penguin on my ten toes painted by a loved one on a bored Thursday morning when sex became obvious and downright clipped wings in the sack

so, my pets are injured and hungry wishing for popcorn snacks and the grass is really making the moves on me as the cigarettes have all been blown out stubbed and snubbed out

so go tend to your children call yourself a mother or sister or my uncle who used to love me but she (say it with me now) died

the first punk rock song was all country and I tried to explain that to her with construction cones substituting for ears and her butts are all wrecked fired and black like a microwaved blue bird who chirped when she should have cheeped

the dumb feathered bitch, she never really did understand me

misfortune cries in happy families a bunch of like-minded humans who credit charge their futures away with fancy playing cards (full house…solitaire…jokers wild) and sawbucks that pass as tools in the garage full of rusty nails and a miscarried baby who really had it better off that you and I

so let this song be tuned up and prepared for flight this fancy squiggle is just another poem in a land of shaking skin houses and look at him with those long ears with a tail between his shaven legs

this is my birthday and I don't blame you for never receiving that receiver and giving me a jingle you poor fucker I can't understand you and I never will as my girl sits next to you pulling spaghetti up with her fancy fork and years later you're just gonna make her (you pig..you animal…you slit throated maggot) so it ain't a happy birthday for me this time around the clock

but how many strokes can I beat you by?

how many strokes of that clock will I call a life? Damned if I don't make it to 86 or 98

hell, I am an early departed and you just got antsy is all you took the cake and shoved it into her face much too early my friend, my arch nemesis so blow out those frog candles and sing to me a few choruses of happy happy happy anniversary

I'm all dead on the inside anyway and you just knew it is all

#tumblr poetry #poetry #alt lit #tumblr poets #creative writing poetry #poets on tumblr

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nala-raines · 6 months

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Christmas Anniversary

Author’s Note: I’m not dead. I just got a job and had a weird summer and fall. I haven’t been in a place to write much. But here’s a short story set in Blood Bound 4 Future. Merry Christmas Everyone.

Summary: Adrian and Nala, just got back from a Senator's Christmas party and talking (mainly listening to) politics for hours, all Amy wants to do is sleep.

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“Bye, Merry Christmas,” Nala says walking out to the waiting car.

“Merry Christmas, Adrian, we need to set up a meeting in the New Year.” Senator Princeton, says.

“We will, I will email your secretary next week. Merry Christmas.” Adrian responds, holding the car door for his wife. Before walking around to the driver’s side door. They both smile and wave before pulling away.

Adrian shook his head, before turning to glance at Nala. She hadn’t said anything since they got in the car. When he looked at her, he saw that she was staring out the window, head against the headrest eyes closed. “Love?”

“Hm?” She responded opening her eyes and turning her head toward him.

“Are you alright?” He asks cupping her cheek.

“Yeah, just tired.” She said leaning into his hand. “Every other woman there was trying to get a donation for their charity, or inviting me to a luncheon or fundraiser. And the ones that didn’t would only talk about what their husband is working on. And not just the broad strokes, they talk about their bills and policies in detail. All I could do was hope that they didn’t look to me to contribute.”

Adrian moved his hand from Nala’s face to her hand, and squeezed it, before kissing the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry, you felt left out,” Adrian told her. “You know you can always come find me if you get overwhelmed, or want to leave early, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do. I just… it wasn’t the fact they were talking about their husbands’ work, it was that I know so little about politics as a whole. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of you Adrian, but each time I try to wrap my head around anything, even the things you explain to me, it just doesn’t stick.” She explained, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Nala, we’ve been over this. I don’t care if you understand politics or not. That’s not why I married you.”

“I know, but still. You’ve been a Senator for two years, you’d think I’d pick up more than just a bunch of names of other Senators.”

Adrian just shook his head, “Need I remind you that you’ve been running a multi-billion dollar company, that has partnerships and offices in multiple countries?”

“Well, Kamilah helps with a lot of that too.”

“You’re selling yourself short again.” He says, giving you a chastizing look. “Kamilah does help with the company, but at most, she’s a senior VP. You are the one who has been running it for two years.” He says, before pulling into their driveway. Once the car was parked he fully turned to her. “I know that you’ve tried to learn about politics, even specific areas like conservation or foreign affairs. You may not have understood, but you tried, and that’s what matters.”

Nala grinned at Adrian before saying, “Well, I try because I love you.”

“And I appreciate that because I love you too.” He said, before kissing her, “Now let’s go inside.”

“I can wear heels for hours, but nylons drive me crazy.”

“Then why do you wear them?”

“Because layers. I’m from Michigan, in the winter, layers are your friend.”

Adrian shook his head, before getting out of the car, walking around, and opening Nala’s door. He wraps his arm around her waist as they walk into their home. The moment they walked through the door, Nala removed her heels and began to make her way to their bedroom, Adrian following close behind her.

Once they got to their bedroom, Nala put her shoes at the bottom of her closet and tried to unzip her dress.

“Allow me,” Adrian offered as he gently unzipped her dress and helped her out of it.

“Thank you, baby…”

“My pleasure.”

She then put the dress in the hamper and grabbed her favorite PJs. Solid red, with Christmas trees all over.

“It’s a bit early, isn’t it? For our Christmas pajamas?”

“Nope.” She said as she grabbed his matching set and handed it to him. Before she walked into the adjoining bathroom.

Adrian undid his tie and removed his blazer as Nala removed her makeup and got ready for bed. As Adrian was about to walk into the bathroom, Nala walked into the doorway and looked around the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” Adrian asked confused.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something. And I’m pretty sure it’s important” She said sounding very concerned. “Didn’t I bring a clutch or purse to that party?”

“Not this time, you asked if I could hold onto your phone, ID, and lip tint, which…” He said pulling out her phone and lip tint, before pulling out his wallet and removing her ID. “Are all present and accounted for.”

She nodded her head, but before she could press further, she let out a big yawn.

“Come on, let's get you into bed.”

“But… “ She tries to argue before yawning again.

“Not tonight.”

“It’s important, and I know I’ll feel like an idiot for forgetting whatever I’m forgetting.” She said as her eyes drooped once she sat on the bed.

“Nala, love, I promise you, it’s ok. You’ve had a long few days, between traveling for Dark Solstice and all the Christmas parties. Now rest, I’ll be with you momentarily.” He told her as she lay down and he kissed her.

“Ok…”

By the time Adrian had finished his nighttime routine, three minutes later, Nala was completely asleep. As he laid down he wrapped his arms around her, he smiled softly, before kissing her head and whispering, “Happy Anniversary, My Love.”

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Nala woke up the next morning, with Adrian’s arms wrapped around her. His chest pressed to her back, and she turned her head to say good morning, but surprisingly his eyes were still closed.

‘Looks like I wasn’t the only one who’s had a long week.’ She thought recalling their conversation last night. Before nestling back into his arms, she grabbed her phone, which she noticed Adrian had plugged in before coming to bed. She turned on her phone and pulled up her calendar, to see if she had any meetings she had to get ready for.

But she didn’t see any meetings or notes for the day. Only the date itself, December 24th, Christmas Eve, the day AFTER her wedding anniversary.

Nala shot up in her bed, putting her head in her hands. The sudden move wakes Adrian, causing him to sit up and scan the room. When he sees how Nala is holding her head, his concern increases.

“Nala, what’s wrong?” He asks putting a hand on her back, lowering his head to try and see her face.

“I am so sorry.” She said, moving her hands to wipe the tears away.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” Adrian asked cupping her face in his hands, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. “Honey, talk to me.”

“Today’s Christmas Eve.” She said still weeping.

“It is,” He said confused. “We talked about it being just us this year. Have you changed your mind?”

“It’s not that. If today is Christmas Eve then yesterday was our anniversary.” She explained, before looking into Adrian’s eyes, “I forgot our wedding anniversary.”

Adrian’s heart cracked, “Sweetheart it’s alright…”

“It’s not “alright”, Adrian. It was our second wedding anniversary. It’s important, to me.” She said looking away again.

“It’s important to me as well,” He tried to assure her, “however, you were mentally and emotionally drained, not to mention falling asleep while we were talking.”

“I know but still…” Nala said dejectedly.

Adrian pulled his wife into his chest, rubbing her back comfortingly. Giving her time to calm down. He knew that she would feel bad about forgetting their anniversary, but he truly didn’t blame her. Of course, it stung yesterday morning when she didn’t say anything about it, but he had noticed that she seemed a little… scattered lately. He chalked it up to all of the back-to-back Senators’ parties and traveling to New York and back for more parties.

“Adrian…” Nala called softly, pulling back, so she could look into Adrian’s eyes, “I am really sorry.”

“It’s alright, I know you’ll make it up to me.” He said jokingly, with a small grin before kissing her forehead.

“I can do that now.” She said before getting up at handing him two gifts. “I didn’t completely forget. I just forgot what day it was.”

Adrian smiled, before setting the gifts, and getting the two gifts he got for her. “Great minds think alike.” He said, before setting the gifts in front of her, leaning forward and kissing his beloved wife. “You first.”

Nala chuckles, “You always say that.” she says before picking up the smaller of the two boxes and ripping the decorative paper. When she opened the box, she saw a silver bracelet with a heart-shaped lock and a necklace with a black key.

“Adrian, they’re beautiful.” She said, slipping both on.

“They’re his and hers set.” When he said that, she looked at his wrist and saw a bracelet matching hers, but black instead of silver, and a silver key around his neck.

“I love them.” She said smiling. Adrian then handed her the bigger box. “Let me guess something cotton…”

He just laughed as she tore off the paper, but when she saw the image on the box her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. She stared at her gift for a minute. Then she gently sat the gift down, before tackling Adrian to the bed, kissing him, before she pulled back and squealed.

“THANK YOU! Oh my GOSH! This isn’t a joke is it?!” She said excitedly concerned.

“I would never do that to you.” He said, seriously.

Adrian had gotten Nala a Jedi Temple Lego set. Over 3,700 pieces, and guaranteed to entertain Nala for hours, while she hyper-focuses on the build that will be in their living room or dining room table for months. He remembered when she brought home the Office Lego set, he just watched as channeled her inner child and laughed at every other reference she found or moment she recreated. He loved how happy it made her, as he loved her.

“Perhaps, I can help you this time.” He offered.

“I would love that,” She said turning the box so she could see the different areas she would build. “Now open yours.”

He wasted no time, in grabbing a box and tearing the paper, and finding a clear-lidded box, holding a gold pocket watch. He smirked as he opened the box and took out the watch, “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“No… But you should check the time.” He immediately clicked the button, finding a picture of them, from three years ago, at their first Christmas together.

“Nala, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now this one.” She said carefully handing him the other gift.

He took and opened the box, removed the tissue paper, and paused.

“Do you like it?” Nala asked hesitantly.

Adrian looked at her, his eyes both happy and sad. As he pulled out a framed drawing of Elenor holding Charles, his wife, and son, from his days as a human.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I saw the locket on your desk when we first moved here and wanted a bigger picture to put with the other pictures of our friends and family.

“Nala…”

“Before you start, they are still your family and they became my family when we got married. Alive or gone, they are a part of you.”

“I love it.” He said simply, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Thank you.” He said, wrapping his arms around her. He held her for a minute before Nala pulled back and kissed him.

“Now come on, let’s build the Jedi Temple, she said hopping up and grabbing the box.

“You need to eat.”

“I’ll eat when we’re done.” She said walking towards the dining room.

“I am going to make breakfast you get started without me.” He said smiling at her.

“Fine, but put the frame up by my grandparent's picture first.” She countered.

“So, that’s why you moved the frames around.” He said walking to the shelves with all of the pictures of friends and family.

“Yep,” Nala said, after setting the box down and joining Adrian, who was staring at the picture.

“What did I do you ever deserve you?” He asked while she wrapped her arms around him.

“I was going to ask the same thing. Merry Christmas, Adrian.”

“Merry Christmas, Love.”

@mynotsohealthyobsession

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