#it's been so amazing to watch him grow in this role over the last year

[erikahenningsen]

A Strange Loop | January 15, 2023e | Closing show

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#a strange loop #jaquel spivey #audio gift #my audio #i was so so glad that jaquel was able to do the final show #people in the audience were shouting 'i love you jaquel' :') #it's been so amazing to watch him grow in this role over the last year

[honeyhoshi]

you do it naturally

summary: the hiding, the secrets, and staying back to watch him shine has never been an issue. until today.

it’s the night before the biggest show of his life, but it’s soonyoung's turn to show her that he’s her biggest fan.

this is a part of the playlist universe

genre: social media au/trad fic hybrid, solo idol au, celebrity x non-celebrity

wordcount: 4,606

pairing: solo idol!hoshi x afab!reader

warnings: discussions about self-esteem issues, body image/weight, feelings of jealousy, plenty of frustrated tears, afab reader, female anatomy, fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, crying during sex (good!!), dirty talk (lovingly), pussy drunk hoshi (canon), implied chubby/bigger reader

author's notes: unfortunately i am horribly in love with hoshi so this is my humble contribution to his smut tag

As someone whose life revolved around sugar, butter, and flour, this was a new world. The tension in the air is palpable and the flurry of activity is so different from the kind of rush you’re used to. You’re nearly tripping over your feet trying to catch up to the member of the staff who's been sent to assist you. This must be so out of their scope of work, it's almost embarrassing how clueless you are to all of this.

It’s been three years since you started dating Soonyoung, and while you’ve never missed one of his shows in Seoul, this is your first time attending one of his rehearsals. He’s notorious for being laser focused and demanding of his team, making sure everyone remembered their collective goal of an amazing show. You never wanted to get in the way of that or to be considered a distraction. 

In fact, that’s always how you’ve operated as his girlfriend. You understand where you stand, what your role is, and when it’s time to work, you will stand back and let him shine.

But when you make it to the front of the stage, taking a seat close to Soonyoung’s managers after giving them a friendly smile, you can’t help the wave of pride that comes over you as you take everything in. The stage is massive, the largest Soonyoung’s ever had, and over thirty dancers are on stage with him as he adjusts the blocking and tweaks steps.

Then he catches your eye.

His eyes disappear as he smiles and you can’t help but do the same. You fight off the urge to wave, wanting him to get back to what he’s doing knowing full well they have limited time to go over everything before resting for the evening. You can’t take your eyes off him though. Preparations for concerts usually take him away from you for weeks at a time, and with the scale of this one, you hadn’t seen each other in the flesh for a month.

Just seeing him in front of you now already makes you feel sated.

“Can we do another run of the new song with the pair choreo. We just want to see which works better,” the director calls from the tech booth.

“Nari-ssi, please come up. Everyone else, take 5,” the choreographer on stage with them calls into her mic.

Soonyoung had mentioned he was debuting a new song at the concert. It was something he and Jihoon had worked on last minute that he couldn’t stop talking about, wanting to drop hints but also saying he wanted it to be a surprise for when you would see it at the show. He had dropped the topic dead a few weeks ago.

Nari bounds up the stage with a glorious spring in her step, bare faced but glowing. Her practice clothes fit her like a glove and her overall vibe gives off the energy that she herself was an idol.

That ugly feeling starts to simmer in your stomach as what you suppose is the song starts to play. The intro is slow and sultry and the sweat in your palms starts to grow uncomfortable. Only an idiot wouldn’t understand the sensuality of this song from the get go.

The love of your life is standing right there but you can’t take your eyes off of Nari as she finds her blocking before the verse starts. Nari smiles at Soonyoung and makes a comment you can’t hear from your seat. You feel sick.

Soonyoung and Nari are facing each other with one of his hands on her chin, lifting her gaze to him. His other hand is resting on her slender hip and in a three count from their choreographer, they move in unison.

“Three, four, five, ‘oh baby, cause I’ da, da da!”

The MR only covers the backing vocals but still you know that’s Soonyoung’s crooning and matched with the way his and Nari’s hands and bodies move, you’re transfixed. Horribly.

You avert your eyes, unable to focus and try to play it off as replying to an urgent message, but you’re startled when you hear a loud “SOONYOUNG FOCUS!”

Your head flies up to find Soonyoung staring you down from the stage, eyebrows furrowed and looking, dare you say, nervous.

“We need to see how this is actually going to look like tomorrow, so please let’s put more effort into this. Poor Nari’s giving it her all, Nyoung-ah.”

Soonyoung tries to communicate with you wordlessly but your unwillingness to keep eye contact makes it difficult for Soonyoung to get whatever it is across.

The music plays back again and they return to their starting positions and you know he’s turned it On.

The look on his face, the focus in his eyes. This is what he looks like when he’s locked in, and when his body starts to move, everything falls away.

But Nari.

They move seamlessly, sensually, and just Right. She matches every beat, wave, and touch he gives her. And gives back that same sultry energy with a flick of her wrist, dip of her hip, and when she leans her head back on his shoulder, allowing him to move her body to the music.

You could never move like that. You could never fit in his arms like that. 

The song ends and the dancers around them hoot and jeer and Nari blushes as she and Soonyoung finally break their grazes, breathless.

They would never cheer for you like that.

This has never gotten to you this badly. Usually, the distance between the two of you allows you to compose yourself when things get muddled in your head, able to piece yourself together when the fear and insecurity claw up your throat. But your usual proximity is nonexistent and the gap has been closed.

Being with an internationally acclaimed artist meant busy schedules and only being able to squeeze in the littlest dates every now and then. You had time to prepare for those, give yourself the pep talk of It’s been three years. If he wanted you gone, he’d have said something by now.

In preparation for the show you two had made prior plans you would stay with him, an impromptu long weekend “getaway” you had put in at work almost 3 months ago. But now it feels like you’re trapped. You’ve been short with him since his rehearsals wrapped and you’d met up with him in his private dressing room. You could only stomach to say surface level good jobs and you’re always so amazing!

There’s no way he hasn’t picked up on it yet because the air in the car was nonexistent. It was stifling and you could feel the waves of anger simmering underneath Soonyoung’s skin, just waiting to burst forth the moment the two of you were alone.

He knew something was wrong. He always knew. 

The ride up the elevator to his unit felt like the longest and shortest elevator ride of both of your lives and the second Soonyoung had let you into his place and locked the door behind him, you wanted to cry.

“Can we finally talk about this?” He starts. 

“What?”

“Babe.”

“Soonyoung.”

“Are we really doing this?” He sighs, exasperated.

You feel bad. But the sadness is gnawing at your head and heart and neither are working correctly.

“We’re not ‘doing’ anything, Soonyoung.” You say as you toe off your shoes and put down your bag before facing him.

And what a glorious face it is. He’s always been the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He looks best like this, you think. Soft and free of makeup and tired and home.

“I’m sorry,” you start, face beginning to crumple and the sting of hot fresh tears threaten to spill.

“No, no, no, baby. Come on, come here,” Soonyoung’s scrambling to pull you into his arms, “Hey, hey, shhh. Look at me, talk to me.”

He pulls her face into his hands and tries to lift her gaze towards him. But she fights and tries to keep her head down.

“Baby, you have to talk to me, okay? You have to talk to me and tell me what I did wrong, hmm?” He respects your refusal to look at him and instead hugs your head to his chest, resting his chin atop the crown of your head.

Soonyoung wraps his other hand around your shoulders and maneuvers the two of you to lay on the couch, You’re still sobbing, large tears falling from your eyes and dampening the shirt he’s wearing.

When he moves to lay down on one of your favorite spots to cuddle in his home, you freeze in his arms, sobs stopping and shoulders going rigid. You push yourself off of him, hands going up to brush the tears off the face.

“No, no, I’m too heavy, I'll crush you.” It is almost business-like how you snap back into this cold tone.

Soonyoung stops, sits up straight, “What are you talking about?”

You groan, “Soonyoung, I don’t want to get into it. Please, you’ve had a long day, tomorrow is going to be—“

“No,” he cuts you off, “We don’t get to talk about tomorrow until we talk about today. Until we talk about what’s going on right now.”

“Soonyoung—I just. I don’t know how to talk about this. I’m just blowing things out of proportion. It’s nothing, I swea—“

“It isn’t nothing, though, is it?” He says, softer now. He reaches up for your hand, “You’re upset. You’ve been upset since I saw you after rehearsals. We have to talk about this, baby. We promised each other we’d talk things through.”

Your eyes sting again, a fresh batch of tears ready and threatening to make their appearance. That sharp feeling in your nose is there, any second now.

“Tell me how I can make it better, baby.”

The dam breaks and you fall boneless into Soonyoung’s embrace. You straddle his lap and wraps your arms around him, pressing the two of you chest to chest.

You bury you face in Soonyoung’s neck and let out a shuddering sob.

“I’m sorry, I’m being so, so immature and so unreasonable. You didn’t do anything,” you say, still slightly unintelligible from the tears.

“You’ve never done anything that’s made me sad or angry, Soonyoung. It’s me, it’s me and my stupid brain.”

“Hey, hey, no. Please please don’t say that, hmm? Let’s work this out together,” Soonyoung coos.

“I-i-i just felt so horrible, Soonyoung!” You finally cry, “She looked so beautiful and perfect and just so RIGHT in your arms and God, the way you two moved and how everyone watched the two of you.”

Soonyoung pulls away, grasping you face in his hands and finally locking eyes with you.

“I know I said I’m okay keeping this a secret and keeping everything simple and under wraps, and it’s fine! I promise, it really isn’t that.”

“Then what is it, baby?”

You’re quiet for a bit as Soonyoung traces the path of your tears with his thumbs, wiping them away.

“I’ll never be able to do what she can. Nari. I’ll never look like her or act like her or move like her. I can’t even dance with you without looking like a fool.”

Soonyoung feels his heart sink. His own eyes start to grow bleary and when he blinks a tear falls to his cheek. He drops his head to your chest and breathes you in.

“I’m sorry—“

“Oh no, Soonyoung it isn’t yo—“

“I’m sorry that things have gotten this far that you’ve grown to feel that way. I’m sorry because I know in some way or form all of this has become that and I didn’t catch it.”

When he lifts his head, tear tracks mark his pretty face and his nose is red.

“But you have to know,” he starts, eyes very serious, and not daring to look away from you, “You have to know that you are everything. You are everything to me. You’re even more than that.”

“And we are going to dance. Oh we are going to dance all the time. I am going to dance with you in the kitchen when we’re waiting for focaccia to bake, we are going to dance in the bedroom when we change the sheets, and we are going to dance when I marry you. And everyone will have their eyes on you and they will clap and cheer because just look at the woman I love.”

“Soonyoung—“

He stands with a start and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, elbows hooking over his shoulders. His hands are under your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. He’s carrying you into his room.

The lights automatically flicker on as he enters and kicks the door closed behind you, “In fact, baby, why don’t we start now hmm?”

“What, start what?”

He grins and any semblance of sadness has vanished from his face. He smiles and something in your heart is elated.

“Dancing, of course.”

Soonyoung is known in the industry as an ace — able to sing, rap, compose, choreograph, and above all things, dance. And dance with you he does.

The way he can make your body move is unexplainable because once he placed you at the center of his bed, he’d strummed at your body, mouthed at your pulse and had gotten you out of your top and jeans before you could even fully comprehend.

His mouth is hot on yours and he breathes in your air as soon as you exhale and you’re growing lightheaded as his hands continue to undress you. In an attempt to get some air in both your lungs, he pulls away to frantically tear his shirt over his head, not daring to take his eyes off you. He flings it over his shoulder unceremoniously, not a care in the world where it lands and makes quick work of his sweatpants. 

“What, you thought you’d get lucky tonight?” You quip at him, “Even when you knew I was feeling tilted?

He’d gone commando.

“Good mood, bad mood, whatever the fuck mood, I want you,” he laughs as dives back in to kiss you.

His hands are everywhere, like he doesn’t know what and where to touch, wanting to feel you everywhere before settling on the thickness of your thighs. He spreads your legs slightly so he could slot himself in between them, cock pressed perfectly to your center. 

And then he grinds. The head of his cock nudges perfectly at your clothed clit and you let out a mewl.

“There you go, let me hear you,” he groans into your ear, “Y’sound so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Soonyoooouung,” you can’t control the drawn out moan of his name. After everything you’re pent up and everything feels too much already.

He lets his mouth trail wet, open mouthed kisses from your jaw to your neck as his hands busy themselves undoing the hook of your bra. He scrambles to get it off of you and immediately pulls one nipple in his mouth, nipping and soothing it with a slow lave of his tongue.

He grips your other breast in his palm and squeezes, biting his lip at how your flesh molds to his touch.

“Fuck your tits are fucking perfect.”

This man was groping and grinding against you, and you blush as he compliments your breasts.

He continues kissing down the valley between your breasts and you hold your breath as he starts pressing his lips onto your stomach. It dips and springs back as he moves and your eyes zero in on the deeper colored lines of your stretch marks. There are more on your thighs to match.

But he makes no comment. 

He instead groans whenever he stops to suck a bruise and to run his tongue over the mark he’s made. 

“You’re so,” he starts, almost breathless, “You’re everything.” He laughs at his own inarticulate thoughts before hooking his thumbs into the elastic of your underwear.

He pulls them off and moves back up to press a deep kiss to your mouth, “I want to make you come three times, love.”

“What?” You’re dazed.

His right hand moves down to trace your ass and hook under your knee so he can spread you open.

“First, I’m going to fuck you open on my fingers,” he breathes, “then when you’re nice and wet and open for me, I want you to sit on my face, alright?”

With all his talk distracting you, you’re suddenly startled when you feel his thumb on your lower lips, starting to spread you apart.

“Then when you’ve come all over my face, I’m going to fuck my come into you, just how you like it. Right, baby?”

He slips in two fingers into you with no warning and you keen, high and wanton and uncontrollable.

Soonyoung is rough and quick when he fingers you and no matter how slow and sensual the lovemaking is, this will always be fast, hard, and messy.

While one hand is busy pumping two fingers into you, the other pinches your clit and quickly rubs, wanting your first orgasm to come as quickly as possible.

Your lower lip is close to bleeding as you try to keep your voice down but Soonyoung only chuckles when he sees your attempts at restraint.

“Baby we’re soundproofed in here. Make all the noise you want.”

You want to slap at his chest playfully at least, get him to feel some semblance of shame, but just as you try to make some quick remark, his fingers brush that spot inside of you and he presses down hard.

You’re unable to hold in the scream that rips through your throat as his arm flexes and he roughly thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

You clench your eyes shut as you finally let him have your first release. It’s almost explosive and you spill messily all over his fingers and arm, his other hand making a bigger mess, spraying drops of your release letting them fly further.

Breathing comes hard but he’s already pulling out of you and moving your body around until you’re on your knees.

Soonyoung lays on his back and tugs at your hands to grip at his headboard, “Fuck I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Soonyoung, what if—“

“If you want to stop, we’ll stop. Just say the word,” he says, propping himself up with his elbow.

“You have to do the same,” you say shakily, still trying to get your bearings after the mind blowing first orgasm.

“Unlikely, but you know I’ll tell you everything, love.”

And just like that he lays back again, looking more eager than you could have ever imagined. You kneel over his chest and slowly inch upwards before lowering yourself over his mouth.

Soonyoung’s always loved eating you out. He loves when sex is wet and messy and loud. He loves the taste of you and making so much noise while he’s pressed up against your pussy it almost seems like he’s the one getting release.

Every flex and curl of his tongue has you whimpering and you can’t help the way you throw your head back as his nose nudges at your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

He coaxes this second one slower but it hits you just as strongly as he continues to mouth at your core even when you’re crying and shaking from the sensitivity. You almost topple off the bed as you climb off Soonyoung to lay back next to him on the bed.

You turn your head to Soonyoung and the entirety of his lower face is wet with your release and your face burns. But Soonyoung is aglow with arousal and just so much love.

He coaxes your mouth to meet his own and it is a reprieve from how quickly he moved for you to reach your high twice in such a short period of time.

You can taste yourself on his mouth but it makes you groan as his tongue pushes its way to mingle with your own.

Despite the desperation at which you both moved, this is slow and quiet. Just you lips moving against each other and the sheets rustling fills the space.

Soonyoung pushes himself off the bed cautiously, desperate to keep his lips on you as he positions himself between your thighs.

Just like that a switch flips and the urgency to have him starts once more. He pressed his cock against your entrance and let the underside slide against your wet cunt. It offers you little relief, the friction hardly enough to get you there.

He pulls away and brings one hand to your face as the other holds him over your body.

Soonyoung’s hooded lids and glazed eyes are a sight to behold. His hair is damp and the shorter strands that frame his face are plastered onto his forehead. There’s a bead of sweat that’s clinging to the cut of his jaw and you ache to press your mouth to it. 

His thumb traces the curve of your cheek, the plumpness of your lower lip, and slowly he’s pressing the finger between your teeth. You press your tongue against the pad of his thumb and wrap your lips around the finger, and suck.

God, I love this man. I will always only love this man.

“I love you,” he gasps as he finally presses in and sinks into you.

Any other day and it would be embarrassing how close you both are to the edge, but you both know that his evening was far from normal. Your heart is hammering in your chest so hard you feel like it’ll rip itself out of its confines. Everything feels too good and too much and you want it. You want this every single day if you could.

Soonyoung sits up and uses both hands to grip onto your hips and to brace himself. What he does next makes your head spin.

“I’m so close, baby. You gotta say it.” He stands on his knees, changing the angle slightly. Then he lifts your hips just right and the noise you let out as his cock sinks into you perfectly is completely pitiful.

“Say it.”

“Soonyoung!” you cry out. It’s a sob, really. Depraved, almost, in the desperation and the raw fucking feeling thats burning through your nerves.

“Just say it baby, you know the words. Say it and I’ll make good on the very last fucking promise I made tonight,” he says, the edge in his voice making itself known. He wanted to make this evening soft, slow, and for every movement to have meaning. But he has always been hungry.

Hungry for the stage, bigger venues, brighter lights, more challenging steps, and of course for you.

He breathes in through his nose sharply and tries to exhale slowly and paced, “Just say it baby, I know you can.”

“You’re mine.”

“That’s it. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”

The years of precise practice and this industry expertise has made the man you love into the most exquisite lover.

He thrusts quick and deep and the undulations of his hips have you seeing stars and tearing up once more. He’s everywhere, in your eyes, head, lungs, heart and you’ll be damned if you ever let him go.

The insecurities and the problems and the people will always be there, they will always cause uncertainties but this is one thing you will always be sure of. You will always be sure of him.

Soonyoung comes with a cry of your name and the most beautiful gasp against your mouth as he pumps you full of his cum, pushing you over the edge and he swallows the cry you let out.

He pulls away to press breathless kisses against your face and any other part of you he can get his lips on mumbling, “I’m yours, I’m yours. I’ll always only be yours.”

It starts slowly, warm, and comfortable. The rustling of the sheets and the hot wet press of his mouth slowly coaxing you into that soft space of barely awake, but able to slip back to sleep if you stayed quiet enough.

“I gotta go, baby,” is Soonyoung’s whisper, cheek resting atop your head. 

You hum in response, not fully coherent to put together words after he’d pulled endless strings of moans and cries from your lips the night prior.

He presses a kiss to your hair, “Didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. I’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.”

You feel the way the bed dips and the blankets move as he goes to stand. He slips on his shoes and, unable to leave so easily, moves back towards the bed and kneels by where your head rests on a pillow.

“I love you, think about what I said last night, okay?”

You tried to keep yourself collected, keep the frantic energy sizzling in your veins at bay. Soonyoung had put on the show of his life, something that happens just a few times in a performer’s life, you’re sure. Pride had swelled so grandly in your heart. You had been so lovestruck watching him that it felt like he could see you whenever he had turned his head in your general direction.

Backstage is still abuzz from the end of the show. You’re sure people are still running around making sure the egress goes smoothly, that all the fans are able to exit the stadium safely. But everything comes second the moment you hear his voice.

“Has she been escorted from her se—“

You can’t help it. You’re so happy, so excited, and so in love with him. You’re running toward him. He’s changed out of his encore outfit and into a sweater—oversized the way he likes them— and sweatpants. He could slip into bed any second now it looks like.

“Soonyoung!” You call out, stealing his attention.

He turns to you and the most breathtaking smile spreads on his face and you throw yourself into his arms. He catches you and you wrap your legs around his slender waist.

“It was amazing, you’re so amazing. Congratulations, oh my god!” You’re blabbing, you can feel your mouth going a million miles an hour but you can’t stop.

You pull him into a crushing hug as he gently puts your feet back on the ground, keeping your arms around his neck.

“And that new song, Jesus you weren’t kidding, it’s so good and the choreo! The way you moved! You changed the choreo last minu—“ In a split second, his lips are on yours and you can’t help but smile against him.

You break away, breathless when you remember, “Soonyoung, everyone can see.”

He gives you a silly quizzical look, “Only thinking about that now and not when you jumped into my arms?”

You’re speechless. He’s right.

“I’d be happy if everyone knew,” Soonyoung says simply and pulls you in again for another kiss.

When you pull away, you suck in a large breath and say, “Okay.”

There’s a small smile that he can’t hide as he asks, “Okay…? To what, exactly?”

You blush and bury your head in his chest. You want to while, he’s so annoying.

“To everything. To everything you said last night,” you mumble into his chest, trying to muster enough confidence to keep going.

“Okay, I’ll move in with you. Okay, I’ll tell all my friends about you. Okay, let’s make us public.”

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[juiles]

Can you do reader is Natasha and Wanda's daughter and is secretly dating peter parker, and the found out

I hope this lives up to your expectations!

The best moms in the multiverse.

Summary: in the ask.

Type: fluff.

Triggers: mentions of hydra.

Masterlist!

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Growing up in the compound was amazing. You had spent the last 12 years of your life there after your moms adopted you at 3 years old. You were the kid of a high up in the rankings, Hydra couple and the first three years you spent being tested on and learning to fight. You were supposed to be Hydras greatest weapon as you had the DNA of Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff in you.

When you were rescued by the Avengers, they did a DNA test on you to see if they could find your biological parents and they did. It just happened to be a couple inside the tower. Natasha and Wanda were ecstatic to have a kid together as they always wanted a family together. You were a very happy kid after that.

You were so very loved. The whole team took on different roles in your life. You loved having your moms most though. They were your best friends. Natasha and Wanda snuggled you to sleep every night, even when on missions, you always had either one of them until you were 10 then one of your aunts or uncles were always there.

As you grew up, you became best friends with Peter Parker, MJ and Ned. The 4 of you were inseparable and you were always found somewhere in the compound playing games then as you get older, video games and reading. Around 6 months ago, Peter asked you out in a date. You said yes and for the last 6 months, you two had been secretly dating without Tony (Peters pseudo dad) or your moms knowing.

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You were sat on the couch, both of your moms, Tony and most of your uncles were out on a mission. Pepper was left with you two however, she had run out to a last minute meeting, leaving the two of you alone in the compound.

You had your legs curled up underneath you while your head was against Peters chest with his arms wrapped around you. You were watching a movie and you had fallen asleep. Peter shifted so you were laying on top of him and he threw a blanket over the two of you before falling asleep himself.

You woke up feeling a pair of hands running through your auburn hair and you smiled softly as you woke up. “Mornin’ Pete…” You muttered into his chest before you felt his hands wrap around your waist tighter making you realize it wasn’t his hand in your hair, rather the soft hands that belonged to your magic wielding mother. You froze slowly looking up to look into the green eyes of the witch.

“Hi mom…” You said quietly before your heard a cough and your head whipped around to face your assassin of a mother. “Mama! Hey!” You said quickly whipping up out of Peters arms. “You’re home from the mission early!”

“Yeah. We finished early so figured we would take our darling daughter out for a special breakfast.” Wanda said with a smirk, her Sokovian accent out on full display, showing her strong emotions.

“Instead, we found her, shirtless, laying on top of her best friend on the couch with hickeys on her neck.” Natasha finished, her classic hard glare out, an eyebrow raised, her arms crossed against her chest. “Parker. Pepper and Tony are waiting in the lab.” She said swiftly making the boy jump up and run off.

“Mama i can explain!” You said raising your hands before her hard glance shot to you You instantly curled up in on yourself biting your lip.

Wanda sat beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, her thumb rubbing against your arm. “We aren’t mad Detka.” She murmured softly, Nat sat on your other side. “I promise we aren’t. Just confused. You don’t hide things from us so we’re just confused.”

“I didn’t mean-“ You got cut off from a small cough from your mom. “I was worried you wouldn’t be okay with us dating…”

“Why wouldn’t we moya lyubov’? We’ve known Peter forever. We know he’ll treat you right.” Natasha said rubbing your back. She looked up at Wanda shocked when they heard a small sniffle. “Baby. My love. What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” You broke down sobbing into your hands. “I’m sorry I kept a secret! Please don’t hate me!” Wanda choked on a breath and pulled you so you were curled up on her lap, Natasha squatted in front of you.

“Baby. No one is mad! We aren’t mad at you! Detka we could never hate you!” Natasha said, cupping your cheeks, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, wiping the tears.

“You are our miracle y/n. We could NEVER hate you. Especially not over something this small!” Wanda said smothering your head in kisses.

“P-promise?” You sniffled looking at both your moms with wide eyes. They both instantly smothered you in kisses repeating yes over and over again

After a few minutes of everyone calming down, yky were cuddled up between the two of them on the couch, your head resting on Natasha’s chest, Wanda rubbing your legs. “So… is he good to you?” Natasha asked raising her eyebrow.

“Mama!” You groaned burying your head into her neck more. “Yes… he’s amazing… he’s so nice and sweet and always ALWAYS puts me first. I think i love him… mom how do you know when you’re in love? How did you know you were in love with mama?”

“Love is a weird thing malyshka.” Wanda said rubbing your calves. “Your mama and I were really close as friends. She helped me when i got out of Hydra. We realized our feelings after one of Tony’s parties and she was helping me calm down after a panic attack. I realized that she had been the best thing to happen to me and that I felt butterflies in my stomach when she held my hand or gave me a hug. I started imagining our future together and told her and she said she felt the same. Love can be scary but it’s the best thing in the world.”

“I think i love him mama…” You muttered before looking up at your two moms with a smile that would always brighten their lives. “But, i love my moms more. I have the best moms in the multiverse.”

#my first ask! #i love this idea #writing this now #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #elizabeth olsen #mcu imagine #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #wandanat #wandanat x daughter!reader #wanda imagine #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fluff #wanda maximoff fluff #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff

[waitmyturtles]

Last Twilight, episode 2: reflections

I wanna give @benkaaoi a huge hug for tagging me in an amazing post about labels and "being known" in society vis à vis one's perceived individual strengths and weaknesses in episode 2 of Last Twilight. @benkaaoi, you put down a LOT of behavioral stuff that I think about a lot in these dramas, behavioral factors that are used to drive a story and narrative.

I think about labels all the time -- very often in my posts, I link back to my Theory of Love review, where I talk about Khai's difficulties in shedding the labels that Third (and even Khai's homies) have given him as a playboy. And the fact that many societies -- America and Thailand included -- aren't keen on allowing people to change and shed/shift those labels over the course of time. As humans in society, mammals acting out our lives within group dynamics, we are so very often boxed in. Day, over the course of a year, shifting from a national badminton player to a homebound visually impaired young man: I am not surprised that that brought on not just fear in interacting with a physical world that he could no longer see, a physical world that has hurt him, significantly; but also likely a very real depression that kept him in the confines of his room, that Day's mother and Night have learned to adapt in their everyday lives.

The wonderful twist about Mhok's behavior towards Day is: he's meeting Day where Day is at, at this moment in time. He didn't know Day before, so Mhok isn't biased.

We had that great tiny flashback (such an Aof thing to do to use that technique) of Mhok hiding the ankle monitor as he's being judged while looking for jobs.

And we see Mhok further attempting to relate to Day by going to his regular day market, blindfolded.

In other words: Mhok's putting in the work to understand Day's perspective of everyday life. I want to emphasize how very rare that is for any of us to experience, at all, in our lives, vis à vis the people around us, even our loved ones.

And the fact that the drama, in episode 2, has Mhok doing this, means: we don't have to see Mhok, say, "growing up" or changing within to get to the point of wanting and/or being able to do this for Day. Mhok lost someone close to him in a very frightening way, he embodies it, and I have a feeling he's connecting that with his engagement with Day, wanting a person that's newly close to him to not experience the same kind of hurt.

Whew. @benkaaoi, you gave me a lot to think about before I've had my first cup of coffee this morning! Thank you!

Other little tidbits that I loved about this episode:

1) I did not watch Vice Versa, so I know nothing about Jimmy's and Sea's chemistry, but I like where this is going.

2) I'm impressed by Jimmy. He's holding my attention.

3) I mentioned last week that I haven't been a fan of Namtan's past work, but she is holding up and showing up. I LIKE her Porjai.

I'm very happy to be back in an Aof show -- this is very well done so far.

P.S. I think the last time we saw Kun Kunchanuj in a GMMTV show was as Todd in SOTUS S. I knew I knew him! It'll be interesting to see his role as an emotional translator for both Mhok and Day.

#last twilight #last twilight meta #last twilight the series #last twilight the series meta #jimmysea #jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #backaof noppharnach #aof noppharnach #namtan tipnaree #mhok x day #day x mhok #mhokday #morkday #mork x day #day x mork

[emuthec0w]

Scars Make You Beautiful.

Kinktober Special: Mahito

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CW: Mahito (ik how many people DESPISE this man), knifeplay, gore, c7tting, GN!Reader, extensive teasing, yandere!mahito

A/N: Sorry for not uploading more and answering asks, I’ve been in a bit of a slump but I at least owed you guys some fics on the last 3-4 days of Kintober <3

Btw, I write JJK now!

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“Aw-ha! Don’t look at me like that, it makes me a little sad..”

You sighed at the memory of Mahito smiling playfully, wiping a fake tear from his eye. Surprise, surprise, Halloween would just so happen to be Mr. Patchworks’ favorite holiday! You didnt know if you should laugh or cry with this information. On top of never being left alone in your torture cell of a bedroom you’d have to deal with his ‘spooky’ games. Things he’d maybe found online or heard whispers of near shrines in the dark of the night when the only friend you had was the moon. Even that vanished sometimes.

You were unsure if you’d even consider Geto your friend. No, he couldn’t be. He worked with Mahito. He made sure you could never leave. All for the sake of pleasing that selfish, child-like curse. If he wasnt coddling you and watching your every move he’d send other curses to do so, and to say the very least it was mind numbing. It was awkward. It was degrading. You, all dressed up in either frilly or gothic outfits (depending on Mahito’s mood), being babysat by curses who could kill you in an instant if they really wanted to.

As you lied in bed staring at the over-decorated ceiling you felt a grumble bubble from your stomach to your throat. Your gaze fixed from picture to picture, each printed from a polaroid camera of you. You in the shower, you in bed, you putting on your work uniform, pantyshots that you weren’t even sure how he’d gotten- all strong across the ceiling. Almost as if it was something he was proud of. 5 months. It had been 5 whole months since your abduction.

As far as you knew, no one bothered to come looking for you. No one cared. No one questioned a thing when you disappeared! Maybe your boss threw a fit when he realized he couldnt shove loads of overtime onto your shoulders anymore, but that was probably it. What other substantial role did you really play in your life? Everyday was the same cycle it’s been for the past 19 years. It didnt matter at all.

It never did.

Maybe, just maybe, being with Mahito put some spice in your life! It added some pizazz! But god, what were you thinking? You hated this. More than anything in the world. The things you were forced to see would permanently alter the course of your life’s trajectory. The look of terror as you watched humans become monsters in mere seconds.. their pleas for help.. their pleas for death..

You’d never be the same.

Your head shot up the moment you heard the door to your room slip open, then closed once more. From the stairs that led down to it a familiar blue-haired boy peeped his head down. He had a wild grin on his face as he stared at you, and you felt yourself become ill. What was he planning now?..

“It’s Halloween! Doll, do you know what that means?”

In his hands he held a bag, one filled with amazing new goodies he’d gotten after brainstorming with his curse friends on what to do for this Horrifying Holiday! He was so excited he swore he was shaking, giddy as he made his way towards you. You slowly sat up, and before you’d fully balanced yourself he plopped down by your side and leaned all his weight onto you, nuzzling your shoulder happily.

For such a beast, he could act like such a kid. But, your thoughts immediately swayed on that subject as he covered your eyes. Even if you couldn’t see it, you could just feel that sadistic smile of his grow as his gaze fell upon you. You always felt vulnerable around him. How could you not? He was an all-capable curse, and you were.. weak. You weren’t a sorcerer. You didn’t know a thing about Jujitsu. So how could you not be afraid?

“W..Whhat does it mean?” You breathed, eyes closed under his stitched-up palm. He pouted, a small groan of disappointment pushing past his throat.

“You dont know? Oh well, I guess that makes it more of a surprise!”

You took in a sharp breath as you heard him fiddle with the bag he’d brought home with him. You wondered if this was a trick question, and maybe he’d grant you the mercy of strangulation with it if you were lucky.

“I got us some goodies! I know you’ll just love them!” Mahito smiled, and before you could get anything out in response you felt his hand at the side of your neck. “Now, no panicking okay? That screaming thing you do is cute but IIIII~~… don’t wanna deal with it now! Got that?”

You nodded. What else could you do? As he slowly removed his cold hand from your eyes you took in several deep breaths to try to compose yourself. But really how could you? Shaky breathing and a stoic nature was as calm as you could get around him. Your eyes fluttered for a moment before opening and readjusted to the room’s dull light. Fearfully, your gaze made it to his hand. He was holding something in it.. but you.. couldn’t tell what.

You swallowed down some saliva, and he noticed this almost immediately. He pursed his lips, before they formed into a small— innocent, smile.

“I got us a fun play-time toy! Isn’t that fun? Doesn’t it make your ‘heart’ flutter?” He paused, glancing to the side for a moment, “Well, not your heart. Humans don’t have those! Uhh.. does it make your soul flutter?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his witty pickup lines. You nodded your head, a gentle smile plastering over your face. It was the least you could do.. because how dare you be ungrateful for what all he does for you, right?

“Mm.. yes.” You pressed your cheek to the rim of his hand which still caressed your neck, eyes narrowing. “T-Thanks..”

A look of thrill overtook his expression at your answer, and you felt your mouth fall agape as the sensation of a blade slashed against the smooth skin of your neck. He’d jerked his hand back and.. cut you. And now as you bled he leaned forward and licked the wound, tongue pressing into it and licking away all blood that attempted to slip out. Each time you whined his tongue slipped deeper, and he even began biting the skin around the cut after a bit of teasing it.

He always felt so incredibly drunk off of your love. It was so damn addicting.. so intoxicating. And god, you would never admit that this treatment drove you crazy as well sometimes. You bucked your hips under the covers expectantly, eyes shutting. He set his other hand on your thigh, squishing it in his calloused palm as you squirmed. His thumb rubbed circled around your inner thigh, eyes narrowed on your core.

It didnt take a genius to figure out you were getting off on his teasing, and he couldn’t help but give a you a smug grin upon realizing it. You huffed, eyes watering a little as the wound he’d given you began to sting immensely.

“Oh? Are you enjoying this doll?” He eagerly questioned, “I’m so happy! You usually never like my attempts at this stuff… and this one just so happens to be my favorite too~!”

Before you could respond he brought his hand up and began slicing rapidly into your soft skin, blood trickling down your arms and legs. Several mouths sprouted from Mahito’s stitched up skin, pale tongues lapping at the bleeding slits made by his knife. Once he’d finished bloodying you up he brought his knife back and set it on the bedside counter near where your head lay. Watching you wince he licked his lips, eyes narrowing with glee.

“Now, the real fun begins!”

#x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #mahito #jjk mahito #mahito jjk #mahito x reader #mahito x gn!reader #gn reader #gn!reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #fanfic #jjk x gn!reader #jjk x you #mahito x you #kinktober #october special #halloween #halloween jjk #jjk kinktober

[unhelpfulfemme]

Halt and Catch Fire is the best show ever and you should watch it if you haven't.

It has amazingly deep and three-dimensional and tender characterizations and a plot that's structured kind of like a spiral, in that you observe the characters over the course of ten years where they keep ending up in similar situations and you can see how much they have or haven't grown since the last time they had to face a similar thing.

It gives you a new appreciation for the wild west days of IT of the 1980s and 1990s, which is something I keep seeing people mention but have actually never experienced on my own unless you count searching for pictures of the W.i.t.c.h. on dial-up and playing some kind of pop the bubble game in 1999.

It has amazing female characters that aren't perfect but also don't have flaws that are sexist stereotypes. The two female leads are an angry punk girl and a hyperfeminine Southern girl and they are both presented as equally competent and given equal importance, even though the hyperfeminine girl gets underestimated a lot in-universe (she has a STEM degree and is as good with computers as the other one, but gets relegated into a "team mum" role a lot).

There is A LOT of focus on friendships and business partnerships and found family - it gives these relationships equal focus to the romances, and they are all realistic and grounded in the characterizations of the leads. In fact, the last episode focuses on the two girls' partnership, not their respective romantic lives. But the romances are amazing too, I have never been invested in a pair so hard the way I currently am in Joe and Cameron, if I weren't bi already they'd be my bisexual awakening. They seem like total opposites but have so, so, many parallels between them, and they have realistically sad backstories that aren't the stock "I was beaten by my mean dad" type. And they have amazing chemistry. And I love how the show is aware of the fact that they need to go outside of their relationship to grow and address their shortcomings because they kind of have the same flaws too, and even though they're still kind of pining after each other they only come back to each other when they're capable of having a stable relationship. This is especially good beacuse the girl is in her early 20s at the beginning and it was so so good to see the show let her grow into her own, on her own, rather than leaving her stuck in an endless back-and-forth with a messed up guy who's her boss and 10 years older than her, but then also respecting the connection they have.

All the characters are realistically flawed, and their flaws come back to bite them in their asses in the end, and the setups for this are strewn across several seasons. And it all makes sense for the character as a whole - for example, the punk girl is rebelling against pretty controlling parenting, but she obviously never learned how to handle relationships except in terms of the dominant person and the one who obeys, so she'd rather live in anarchy and never form any kind of power ladder in the first place. However, when she is forced to do so in order to handle the people who work for her punk IT startup she becomes very autocratic and controlling, and when people try to give her ideas she replies with, "Well, I'm the boss so we'll do what I say."

Why does she do that? Because she obviously doesn't know how to argue constructively. She knows how to a) aggressively overwhelm you, b) get up and leave (as she did to her family) and c) submit (unacceptable).

She does b) to her smarmy yuppie "it's complicated" man who is also one of the main leads - he does something to break her trust, she just abandons him and that's it. But then she gets into a fight with her next boyfriend, and she just assumes that that's it, and he says, "Woah, we're not breaking up, we're just arguing, have you never done that before in your life?"

At the same time, she forms a partnership with the girly girl and the girly girl starts just going around her whenever she hears the "I'm the boss so we'll do as I say" thing because she's frustrated that she has no say in things. This leads to several fallouts because spiral plot structure, and they're all mostly over one of two things: Cameron (punk girl) is being autocratic or Donna (girly girl) is being manipulative. Eventually they run the company into the ground because they can't listen to each other, and the plot always varies which one of them is right and never paints one of them as the 100% villain because they're both being kind of assholes but also deeply sympathetic.. But over the course of all this Cameron kind of learns how to be more functional in her partnerships, which then helps her with both her love interests AND her career. And then other things happen to address and highlight other flaws of hers, and this happens to all of the characters - three marriages fall apart in the course of this show, several companies with really good ideas are run into the ground and a guy commits crimes and then commits suicide because he bought into a Steve Jobs-type bulshitter's cool aid too much.

It has what I'd call great queer rep because one of the leads being a bisexual man is treated very casually and yet the rare instances where homophobia is touched on fit into the rest of his character and backstory so well (he insults a homophobic business partner at some point, and he also has an AIDS scare, and he recalls being bullied at school and how it affected him, and he makes friends with a queer teen because he notices she's like him and that's it). Like, there's an episode where his ex boyfriend comes into the picture and the plot doesn't revolve around them both being men - the plot revolves around his current girlfriend feeling insecure about the guy still having feelings for his ex and coming off as flaky and untrustworthy. The genders of the characters are incidental.

Like seriously this is the best show ever and I don't know why people don't talk about it more, current stuff like The Bear and Succession can only wish to be this nuanced.

#halt and catch fire

[ateez-himari]

NEW K-DRAMA: WHERE WE FALL

Warning: Talks of survivor's guilt, and reference to dark thoughts

[Sunshine Duo taking on Heart Wrenching Roles]

On September 29 a new Korean drama series made its way onto the big screens starring two idols from K-Pop group ATEEZ, main dancer Jeong Yunho and lead vocalist Min Himari.

When nineteen year old Aerin (Min Himari) finds herself as the sole survivor of a mysterious house fire that claimed her twin brother's (Lee Do Hyun) life due to a late practice that had kept her from going home, she can't help but to feel as though she should have died with him, as though she should have saved him. Despite countless therapists reaching out after the tragedy it seemed as though nothing or no one could pull her through this case of survivor's guilt nor help dissipate the visions of her brother appearing in her daily life all the way into insomnia inducing nightmares. Once a bright presence she begins turning to seclusion and unhealthy activities to distract herself from the overwhelming grief, much to her best friend Jae-Won's (Jeong Yunho) despair. The more he reaches out to her, the angrier Aerin begins to get with him and the further she pushes him away, her actions growing in recklessness by the day. But Jae-Won refuses to give up on her. Will he manage to save her...or will she drag him down with her when she finally falls off the deep end ?

The bandmates appeared in the magazine 'Singles Korea' in order to promote the series where they later met with an interviewer who talked with them about their experience. When asked about the difficulty of portraying a character with such a dark and complex story, Himari said "I was really nervous at first because I wasn't sure if I could convey such a complex mental health struggle so I monitored every scene very closely to make sure I had every detail down."

Much like the maknae, Yunho shared similar feelings of nervosity regarding his role by stating "Even though it wasn't my first acting project, the concept was much darker than Imitation's so I found it to be a really intimidating role. The longer filming went on though, the easier it became to sink myself into the story and my character."

(Spoiler ahead)

The pair agreed that one of the most memorable scenes was the last argument in which Aerin steps onto her apartment's balcony ledge only to be stopped by a horrified Jae-Won, leading the girl to finally break down in front of her best friend after a few moments of protest. In their opinion the key point in this part of the drama is the embrace they share, Jae-Won's hands running down Aerin's body in order to comfort her whilst she clings on to him for dear life, pulling herself as close as possible to the man who had so desperately fought to save her. "Even after the director yelled 'cut', Hima(ri) was still holding on to me and crying, that's how emotional the scene was" said Yunho. "I found this very...draining in a way because I found many similarities between our experiences so the story took me over completely. At the end I had no idea why I was crying, I just couldn't stop." Himari added.

Something that a lot of fans are most likely wondering about whilst watching the series is how everything was filmed despite their tour's grueling schedule, not to mention side activities. According to both actors this project had been in the works for quite a while now so they had filmed majority of it prior to their schedules, what little was left being filmed on days off. Himari's view on it is "Even though it was a tiring project at times I feel like it was worth every moment because it was an amazing experience. I'm also very proud of what we created and I hope the fans will enjoy it too." To this, Yunho agreed and continued with "I'm glad we got to see it through to the end and am really thankful to be given an opportunity to take on a more challenging role. I personally can't get tired of the story no matter how many times I had read and monitored it."

Finally it was noted that they also had quite the romantic tension throughout the series, one that even ended with the two of them sharing a kiss amidst their tears. The strong on screen chemistry was explained by Himari "It was slightly awkward at first to be close in such an intimate manner but I feel comfortable with him (Yunho) and we're very close in real life so we managed to work through it." They both recalled being flustered whilst reading the script and having to film this scene more than any others as they kept shying away or laughing. Yunho said "Having her on my lap was already very...strange but then when production said we had to kiss we couldn't seem to keep our composure."

Overall the hard work and emotions put into this series by its actors is sure to capture viewers' hearts to bring them into a rollercoaster of emotions. Stream 'Where We Fall' on Netflix.

#ateez 9th member #ateez au #ateez extra member #ateez female member #ateez imagines #kpop oc

[gothicwidowsworld]

He knows V.B

Daniel Joseph Ricciardo prided himself on being a family oriented man, a doting and devoted son but even more importantly a vigilant older brother. In fact Daniel would go so far to say he was the “best brother anyone could possibly ask for.” The tanned Aussie would throw this declaration in wherever possible with that signature infamous grin filling his kind features. One word Daniel would never associate himself with when it came to his brotherly role was overprotective. However in reality overprotective is probably one of the first words Y/N Ricciardo would associate with her older brother.

Dan's protective nature had changed over the years from a softly concerned brother when Y/N followed in his footsteps with karting, to silent deathly glares when it came out Y/N was dating a fellow Driver. The y/h/c young woman had tried to hold off on telling her brother, it wasn’t that Y/N was scared of Dan, it was more the fact that a whiny jealousy pouting Dan was the last thing the paddock needed. So instead Y/N wisely steered clear of name dropping despite her elder brother's complaints. But time was running out, there was only so many times She could sneak away from the McLaren hospitality without raising any suspicion. Michael had already spotted her lurking at the other end of the paddock, a fact he’d made sure to quietly share with the younger Ricciardo.

In spite of the growing risk the y/h woman couldn’t stay away from the Driver she’d simply fallen head over heels for. Valtteri Bottas was unlike anyone she’d ever met before. He was like a burning bright light in the dead of winter. She needed him. Craved him. Wanted to just be in his presence and let the warm glow of his soft smiles and genuine laughter wash over her.

“Maybe you should tell him?” Valtteri announced quietly. The soon to be ex McLaren Driver was becoming a recurring theme in the couple's stolen moments at the track.

“Oh really” Y/N mumbled in faux seriousness, burrowing her face into the reserved finn’s shoulder. “And why me?” the y/s/c woman asked teasingly, quickly glancing up at the Alfa Romeo Driver. With a shrug of his shoulders Valtteri thought for a second. He had no real reason to leave Y/N to face her brother alone, perhaps it was the fact that Dan smiled all the time. You could never really read his emotions, the Aussie hid them expertly but Valtteri didn’t want to risk being the one to make Daniel snap. “He’s your brother?” The Finn replied, he tried to sound firm but his tone betrayed him. “Yes. Is that your only argument or are you going to make any more amazing points?” Y/N asked sarcastically, a smile settling on her face watching the finn as he attempted to silently list more reasons off the top of his head. The usually reserved man was sure he could add some more reason’s. “Don’t go silent on me now Bottas.” Y/N teased adjusting herself from her current position tucked snuggly under the blue eyed man’s arm.

“Honestly Val I’m a bit disappointed in you… wanting me to face my oh so scary brother alone. While you presumably hid away with your espresso.” The woman jested, placing a kiss on the corner of the man’s mouth. Pulling away Y/N laughed lightly at the Finnish driver's pout, the man jutting out his lower lip slightly indicating he wanted another kiss. A proper kiss. Leaning forward to finally capture the blonde haired man’s slightly chapped lips in a kiss, Y/N sighed loudly at her phone's shrill ringing. She recognised the ring tone. Michael goddamn Italiano. Shooting the confused Finn an apologetic smile, the y/s/c woman grabbed her phone knowing the Aussie performance coach would just ring back incessantly. The airwaves stayed silent for a second, honestly Y/N debated if Michael had butt dialled her yet again. Only to be greeted by two simple words that cause her heart to skip a beat.

“He knows”

A/N: sorry for the weird formatting I’ll fix it on my pc tonight just had to post it since it’s been FOREVER!!! Hope it’s ok 🫶🏻

Also not proofread literally written on the bus to college sorry 😅

#gothicwidow #f1 Imagines #f1 x reader #Valtteri Bottas x reader #Valtteri Bottas imagines #Valtteri Bottas x Ricciardo reader #Daniel Ricciardo x sister reader #Daniel Ricciardo imagines #formula one imagines #formula one

[boozles]

Boozle's Top Ten Actors 2023

As part of my 2023 review, I thought I would include my top ten actors of the year. (Lets be honest, I just love making lists, and end of the year lists are the best!)

In no order whatsoever...

(i) First Kanaphan Puitrakul I know, you're all shocked beyond comprehension. In all seriousness, though, First continues to blow me away with his acting. He really can play any part and he puts his everything into each role. It's been amazing the last few months to see people start to realise how amazing he is. A bonus is that he is a bloody lovely human being, too.

(ii) Force Jiratchapong Srisang I know there was a lot of discourse during Only Friends where Force (and Book) seemed to get a lot of hate, and I do not understand that at all. It was only this year that I discovered them because of A Boss and A Babe, and between that, Enchante and Only Friends...Force is a bloody fantastic actor! When he's on screen he commands your attention, and I cannot wait to see what is next in store for him.

(iii) Khaotung Thanawat Rattanakitpaisan I know, what a shocker, eh? Khaotung deserves all the recognition he has been receiving this year, he really does. This man puts his heart and soul and then a little more into every performance, and I am still not over Ray's therapy scene in Only Friends. I can't even find the words to completely explain how much I adore this man's acting, I just love him so much. I would really love to send a fruit basket to whomever made the decision to pair him and First together, because it literally may have been the greatest decision ever made in the history of acting.

(iv) Mark Pakin Kunaanuwit Mark really has been the stand out for GMMTV this year, hasn't he? Not only is he a precious wee bean, he's so bloody talented and we can't get enough of him. I know he has said he doesn't really want to play any big lead roles, but regardless, I hope we see lots more of him (after he gets some rest because he was super busy in 2023!).

(v) New Thitipoom Techa-apaikhun Gosh, he's a little cutie, isn't he? This year was the first I'd ever seen New in anything, and it was actually The Warp Effect that introduced me to him, and I just fell in love. There's just something about how New portrays emotions, especially sad ones? It's like he manages to change his aura and just really put out what the characters are feeling, and I'm looking forward to the rest of Cherry Magic, and Peaceful Property in 2024!

(vi) Jan Ployshompoo Supasap "Finally, a woman!" I hear you all cry as we pass the halfway mark of this list. I love Jan. Every time she pops up in a series I get all giddy because not only is she an amazing actress and singer, she's so funny! I think the first thing I saw her in was Tonhon Chonlatee, and I honestly think I wouldn't have made it through the show if it weren't for her. I think you can watch her series through the years and see her grow as an actress, and I'm so looking forward to seeing more of her in 2024!

(vii) Book Kasidet PlookPhol I know I already mentioned it with Force, but I really do not understand the hate both of these men received this year with Only Friends. Book has blown me away with his acting; it never feels like a repeat performance with him. I often think about how different Theo, Cher and Mew are and it blow my mind that the same person played all three roles. If you don't like Book, i honestly worry about your taste.

(viii) Mek Jirakit Thhawornwong I had to include my husband, Mek. The thing is, I think Mek is a fantastic actor, but GMMTV really did not treat him as well as he deserved. Star and Sky was a terrible series, but Mek really stood out to me (I only watched the show because it was the only series includied in Our Skyy 2 that I hadn't seen, and Mek was the only part of it I came out enjoying). 2023 has seen him mostly doing modelling and promo spots, but I am so excited to see him in Red Peafowl and My Stand In in 2024 (plus, it looks like we're going to get new music from his band, Saint After Six)!

(ix) Neo Trai Nimtawat I think I'm lucky that the first thing I saw Neo in was The Eclipse, because he said that beforehand he always felt like he played the class clown, whilst he got to actually show his acting skills in The Eclipse. Fast forward to Only Friends and he came out victorious with everyone being blown away by how versatile he is as a performer. I've adored him since he was Kanlong, and I hope he has a long and lucrative career.

(x) Tay Tawan Vihokratana When I first watched Kiss Me Again this year, initially it was because I wanted to watch more New, then this little terror just sideswept me off my feet. I won't lie, I still haven't watched 3 Will Be Free (I know, I know, I'll be fixing that in the New Year) so my experience with Tay is just his performance as Pete in Kiss Me Again & Dark Blue Kiss, and what we've seen of Cherry Magic so far...and I love him. The difference between Pete and Karan is enough to prove how fantastic Tay is as an actor, and I am so looking forward to Peaceful Property. It doesn't hurt that he has the most heartwarming smile that makes my legs feel like jelly.

Honorary Mentions: (i) Billy Patchanon Ounsa-ard (ii) Babe Tanatat Phanviriyakoo (iii) Silvy Pavida Moriggi (iv) Louis Tien Chiang (v) Bright Rapheephong Thapsuwan (vi) Nonkul Chanon Santinatornkul

#2023 top ten list #billy patchanon #babe tanatat #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #mek jirakit #louis chiang #bright rapheephong #nonkul chanon #silvy pavida #jan ployshompoo #tay tawan #new thitipoom #neo trai #mark pakin

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Rollacoaster catches up with face of Halbrand and The Lord Of The Rings: The Rings Of Power, Charlie Vickers

Shedding the mystery of his character, The Lord Of The Rings: The Rings Of Power's Charlie Vickers talks on playing Halbrand, the pressures of his craft and what can we expect next from the Middle Earth star.

Nice interview with some great photos 🔥😍

This year’s hotly-anticipated return to Middle Earth saw a staggering quarter of a million viewers settle in for an Orc-infested ride into all things mythical, with 30-year-old actor, Charlie Vickers, leading the foray. Introducing Hollywood’s newest name, assuming the role of Halbrand, the lost king of the fictional Southlands.

After several auditions – seven, to be exact – and months perfecting the Middle Earth common tongue, the Australian actor wasted no time in syphoning the armour of the cunning character. Vickers might be worlds apart from Halbrand’s machiavellian self (spoiler alert: later to be revealed as Sauron), it’s not Vickers’ first rodeo fabricated a character far from his day-to-day life, playing Guglielmo Pazzi in Medici: Masters of Florence as well as Dan in Palm Beach. Sizing up a plentiful roster, the rising star reflects on the pressure that came with signing onto the major movie franchise and setting his heights high for what comes next.

CATY PENZA: Before we start talking about all things Lord of the Rings, can you tell us a little bit about how you got into acting? What has your journey been like?

CHARLIE VICKERS: I never really considered acting as a possibility at first because I didn’t believe it would be a successful career for me. It wasn't until a couple of years into me studying at university that I realised maybe I could have a go at acting because I didn’t feel any passion towards what I was doing. So I flew to Sydney and auditioned for a drama school and got selected. That’s kind of where everything started unfolding.

CP: Growing up, were there any actors you looked up to?

CV: I was in Melbourne and I went to see a production of Richard III and the leading actor was Ewen Leslie. I definitely look up to him, even though I’ve never actually met him, but his performance was a real catalyst for my career. I’d love to tell him that one day.

CP: Hopefully he reads this interview and finds out!

CV: Yes! That would be incredible.

CP: You play Halbrand in The Lord Of The Rings: The Rings Of Power, how did you come about getting cast for the role?

CV: It was a long audition process for me. I auditioned maybe six or seven times over a period of six months. I originally auditioned for another character three times, and then got moved to audition for Halbrand. It was a long process, I even flew to Spain to test shoot with J.A. Bayona, who directs the first two episodes. It was a pretty amazing day and it was the last piece of the puzzle to getting the role.

CP: What was it like switching into the Halbrand persona? Did you have to do or think about anything in particular?

CV: I spent a lot of time researching source material. Because he’s an original character, I wanted Halbrand to fit into that world and make sure he had all the talking elements. Halbrand is also very different to me, so I had to tap into things that I wasn’t necessarily used to tapping into. It was so interesting watching the show and seeing that difference.

CP: What was your reaction like when you saw the show for the first time?

CV: It was pretty amazing. We saw it for the first time as a cast in Los Angeles, with a screening of the first three episodes. It was so overwhelming and incredible to see the scope of the show and all my friends performing.

CP: Given The Lord Of The Rings’ hugely loyal fandom, were you at any point nervous about taking on a role in this spinoff show?

CV: Obviously there is a huge amount of pressure and expectations that come with being a part of a world that is so important to so many people, but that’s almost a good thing. Signing onto the show though, there was no hesitation. I didn’t know the full ins and outs of what I was signing onto, but there was still no doubt I wanted to be a part of it.

CP: And how has your life changed since the show’s release?

CV: I don’t go out into very busy settings that much, but, the few times I have been, I have been recognised and everyone has been very kind so I guess in that sense it has changed. But besides that, I tend to lead a quiet life so it hasn’t changed that much.

CP: Speaking of which, what does an average day in the life of Charlie Vickers look like?

CV: My work days and my days off are very different. On a work day, I’ll be picked up very early in the morning and I’ll film all day. But on a day off, I need sleep. Minimum nine hours. I do some exercise when I get up, have lunch and then just sit at my laptop and do some work. I also spend some time with friends and family and if I’m by the coast I’ll also go for a surf, but if I’m in London then I just try and do something fun for the day.

CP: You definitely cannot surf in London.

CV: There is a wave pool I think! But right now it’s limited, yeah.

CP: Where do you envision yourself as an actor in 10 years time?

CV: Working on a project of this magnitude has been amazing, but it’s also given me the desire to work on things completely different in the future. Smaller projects, like independent films or mini-series. I always look for new adventures in my work and I’m open to them in whatever form they may come.

CP: Finally, is anything else currently in the works?

CV: I filmed a mini-series in Australia based on the novel by Holly Ringland titled The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart. It’s a story about female resilience and generational trauma. I play the father. It’s a spectacular story and it will hopefully come out next year.

#charlie vickers #Halbrand #the rings of power #sauron #Haladriel #the lord of the rings #lotr #trop interviews

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dirty little secret - we live such fragile lives | bang chan

pairing: bang chan x reader, ??? x reader genre: uni!au, predebut/idol!au, manager!reader, slow burn chapter warnings: busy work day, chan is... still a prick. word count: 670ish

author notes: surprise! special chapter! this is a little thing of what happened after the initial contact, i was gonna scrap it but i couldn't. also in case you haven't figured it out none of this is canon. enjoy it anyway~ chapter 3 dropping later this week heheheheh

taglist: @idunnomanmynamewastaken @freyaniobe @jellyglly (send me an ask if you would like to be added!)

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You stand in shock, trying to process what the hell just happened. First of all, he goes by Bang Chan now. That makes sense being in a K-pop group and all, but Felix is a western name, he could have totally used Chris. Secondly, ‘I doubt you’ll last long’ really bugs you. Since when did Chris grow so cold? He didn’t bother shaking your hand either, just walking away and getting back to whatever he was doing on his laptop. You stayed with the other boys while you awaited Minhye’s return, who apologised for Chris’s behaviour and explained that Stray Kids has a comeback soon, so they’re all busy preparing – ‘Bang Chan’ especially so, as one of the group’s producers.

It doesn’t take long for Minhye to return and for your induction to resume, but you struggle to focus. Thankfully, your new boss hands you a folder full of information that you’ll need for your role, including all important maps of the building. You return to the 8th floor (which you have since learned is the floor dedicated to Stray Kids) and are led to a small office tucked into the corner of the floor. Your name in Hangul on the door leads you to believe this is your office. Your very own space in the JYP Entertainment building. You place your items inside and practice using your login on the system.

“That’s all you’ve got to do today! I’ve got a couple of meetings to run then I’m heading home for the day, feel free to have a look around the building a little more! The cafeteria on the 5th floor is amazing! Or head home, tomorrow’s a big day, you’ll need some rest!” Minhye waves as she walks off. The jetlag from moving is starting to make you feel a bit tired, so you decide to call it a day and catch up on some sleep.

As you wait for the elevator to the main floor, you hear someone speak behind you. You’d recognise that voice anywhere. But you don’t recognise the words he’s saying. The tone doesn’t indicate anything polite or kind though.

“If you’re here to talk shit, can you at least do it in a language I understand? So, I can properly defend myself? Jesus, what stick’s been shoved up your arse today, Mr. Bang Chan Producer-nim?” You spin on your heels to reveal the one and only Chris ‘Bang Chan’ Bang, who despite your history, hates you now. He’s looking at you like you were in the wrong for simply being at this very spot at this very time.

“I don’t know, but it’s been there since you decided to skip town and tell absolutely no one. I had people asking about you, you know? It was embarrassing! All because they knew we did a couple of group projects together–”

“Yeah, sure Chris, that’s all we did. Nothing else, there’s no other reason for you to be this pissed off about people asking you where I went. Get over yourself, prick. I’m not here for you, I’m here for my career. You’re going to have to deal with that. You should go back to your group. I’m going home.” Echoing the words he had said to you all those years ago, you turn on your heel and head into the elevator. Chris is left staring at your figure leaving the building

He remembers that night so clearly, the night where he lost his everything. He also remembers stepping out with a girl on his hip a month later and seeing how broken you looked watching him do the one thing you wished he did with you. He had stopped dating altogether after that incident in case it happened again. Except it didn’t, because after avoiding him entirely, you’d moved back home, which was obviously not anywhere near the university. Seeing you again reignited a fire in him that he thought died when he moved to Korea after graduating. He really did not have time to deal with his feelings right now, especially for you.

#chris bang #skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz angst #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #dirty little secret

[ineveryspaceandtime]

it's 2.5 hours to 2024, so here's a fun lil game to end the year, with a template i found on ig!

tagging: @a-reality-dream @mrsnarl @uhbasicallyjustmilex @subtle-as-an-earthquake @shineswithyou @depressedraisin @haemoglobinheights @daddy-long-legssss @ballad-of-what-could-have-been (if you're not tagged but would like to do it too, please do so! 💖)

i don't journal as much as i'd like to (new resolution perhaps?), so i'm taking this opportunity to reflect on some of the things i've checked off on this list below the cut!

tried new foods / travelled to a new place / went to the beach / went to the mountain / watched the sunrise / watched the sunset / dyed your hair

everything above i did when i travelled to Bali! we had a LOT of good food (ayam betutu my beloved <3), including a seafood dinner on a beach during sunset; and caught the sunrise from one of the higher points in Mount Batur. but the absolute best part of that trip was that i was with my sister, and though in all honesty i was terrified we'd end up arguing (because the third member of our party cancelled, and in my head i saw him as a buffer between my sister & me), we didn't—we had a peaceful time and it was just. pure fun 💕

made new friends / laughed a lot

this one is a little bit of a surprise, because i'm an introvert, but this year in my efforts to Be Brave and Ask Questions, i've approached one particular person (who isn't from my department) a number of times, and over the year we've shared a lot of laughter & good times. unfortunately this year was her last at our workplace, but she left me a lovely little note, which i will cherish forever, i'm not even exaggerating 🥺💗

finished a book

i finished 11 books this year (out of the 32 i'd hoped to have read. sobs), but i'm checking this one off the list because of one highly enjoyable experience of devouring a book in 2.5 hours while lazing in the pool on a unicorn floatie. (was i thinking about miles and his floaties the entire time? yes, yes i was)

went to a concert

i went to three this year! the one that's most special was the strokes, because 1) i'm a baby fan, and 2) i went during the busiest work week of the year. (i completed all my work ahead of time so i could fully enjoy myself!) the crowd was amazing, the vibes were immaculate, and i had the best time, even though i was vibing so hard i ended up spilling my drink down my own leg. it's also the concert where julian imitated alex. lol

gained weight

i'm the heaviest i've ever been, and i've accepted it as part of growing older (goodbye metabolism, you were so good to me). on the bright side, i think i might also be the fittest i've ever been!

danced

dancing w my favourite people before a concert, and seeing another initially subdued group noticing us & then letting loose was one of the top 5 experiences of the year for me tbh

made a big decision

i was asked sometime in october whether i'd like to join one of the key committees next year, and i told my boss that i'd like to take on the challenge, bc it was something i knew i would enjoy doing. even though it didn't work out in the end (because a new KP has just joined us, and her credentials are far better suited to the role), i'm glad i didn't immediately reject the offer, just because it would have meant more (and more difficult) work.

grieved

strangely, something i'm finding more difficult than grieving the people i've lost is grieving the life i might have had, even though the decision i made was one i knew to be right.

learned new skills

i had an idea to streamline some of our work processes, and i figured out how to do it all on my own. i love you online tutorials <3

if you've stuck around this far, gosh. why. also, love you <3

#i'm a dumbass who saw squares and. like a child my eyes immediately lit up and i began colouring them in #and only after i was done i realised that the top said 'cross only...' lol #lux.txt

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BLEACH: The Thousand Year Blood War Ep 2 Reactions and Thoughts

Overall reaction:

MY BOY IS BACK! MY GIRL IS BACK! AND THE HYPE JUST KEEPS BUILDING UP! However...I do have one concern which I'll get into down below.

Highlights:

The opening: in terms of style, animation, and content, it's an absolute banger! I loved everything that was shown, from the captain-lieutenant duos with their division's insignia flowers all the way up to Ichigo vs Yhwach. I'm not a fan of the song, but I think it'll grow on me. It's definitely not an opening that you skip!

Nel: she brought so much needed levity and also somberness to this episode. I loved her interactions with Ichigo, from her almost killing to Ichigo covering her eyes to her covering Ichigo's eyes. When she told Ichigo Hueco Mundo was in trouble it was affecting, hinting at the devastation that awaits them when the Karakura gang finally go there.

Yhwach's victory over Halibel: Yhwach hovering above his soldiers with Halibel and the Arrancars defeated was an incredible image. The music, sound editing, and animation absolutely sold this moment as one of shock and horror. It not only showed how powerful Yhwach is, but how bloody and dark this arc is going to get. This was a great addition! Which leads me to...

Yhwach is being built up as a credible threat: the beginning of the arc definitely does this much more than the second half, where I feel Yhwach's threat level becomes based on the freaky eyeball mess he becomes rather than his character, his role in Ichigo's past, and the bloodshed committed in the name of his quest. The anime absolutely shows just how threatening Yhwach is by taking advantage of sound design, music, and adding in moments like him fighting and capturing Halibel. He's without a doubt a massive threat to BLEACH's world in terms of what he commands [in numbers and powers] and the carnage he is causing.

Tres Bestia vs Quilge and the Quincy: I don;t mind Halibel's fraccion, but I've never been big fans of them. also didn't have many feeling toward their reappearance in the manga during this arc. However, the anime made their fight against the Quincy awesome! It made them look like such badasses! I found myself cheering for them when they told Quilge to not underestimate them, and then I found myself sad that they got defeated.

TOSHIRO AND MOMO ARE BACK: that is all.

I was more emotional watching the last episode, while this one hyped me up more. They backed a lot into it Like the previous episode, the animation and style is fantastic, with most scenes looking stunning and captivating.

I was also surprised by the level of violence and gore. I know I shouldn't be, seeing as they deliberately picked a later airtime just so they could get away with making the series as violent as the manga became, but it still came as a surprise to me when the Karakura Gang happened upon the corpses of the Arrancars and just how graphic it was comapred to the original anime. It's not a complaint by any means, just an observation.

However, there was something I wasn't a big fan of: the cremation scene; I have very mixed feeling about it's adaption.

On one hand, it's amazing to look at (like much of the anime) and I think the drums fading to complete silence does give it a more somber tone, especially when it comes to Yamamoto seeing an image of Chojiro showing his loyalty and the fact we don't see his expression when he commands for the pyre to be lit.

On the other hand , I felt it was too short, the cut to Yuzu cooking was so abrupt I unintentionally chuckled in confusion, and I was shocked that they cut Byakuya's monologue to Renji. @shirohyorin put it best here as to why this moment between the two is important, but I remember when I first read this scene it surprised me. We were hearing Byakuya speak about a lieutenant most fans weren't familiar with and gave us some insight into Yamamoto too, and the way he spoke was actually pretty emotional for him. It was also as if he were reflecting on his own relationship with Renji as a captain-lieutenant duo who both achieve bankai but the lieutenant remains loyal and doesn't run off to try and become a captain himself.

While I most definitely hope they find a way to incorporate this moment down the line (perhaps as a flashback during the As Nodt vs Byakuya fight), I must admit it worries me that they were willing to cut this for this scene. It's got me wondering what other moments have they decided to change or take out.

Overall, I'm still excited for the anime and can't wait to see how they'll adapt the first invasion. While I am concerned about what content has been cut, I'll keep my hopes up and withhold judgement until this quarter of the anime is finished.

#bleach #toshiro hitsugaya #momo hinamori #hitsuhina #byakuya kuchiki #renji abarai #nel #ichigo kurosaki #my posts #bleach episode reactions

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Any daddy Hans headcanons (preferably with Dizzy or evie)?

(I'm doing Dizzy because I only heard of the headcanon that Hans is Evie's father recently, but I've been imagining Hans as Dizzy's father for ages.)

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Headcanon #1: Hans gave Dizzy her glue gun.

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On Dizzy's tenth birthday the house was crowded. All of her sisters and cousins were home at the same time, which didn't happen much anymore. They were all busy doing their own things with their own lives. Anya was always at Curl Up & Dye, and Desiree was a pirate, and Anthony lived all by himself by the docks, and Delilah hadn't been back in the house since the spectacular shouting match she'd had with Drizella three months ago.

But today they were all here, and everyone pretended it was happenstance even though it wasn’t. Anya gave Dizzy a bottle of hair dye that was purple and magenta mixed together to make the most amazing color even though Dizzy knew she would never be able to dye her own hair that color. Anthony gave her a watch. Desiree gave her an entire cupcake, and nobody let Dizzy share it. Dizzy’s mother gave Dizzy nothing, which was normal, but her aunt wandered downstairs, looking like a washed-out ghost, to give Dizzy a hug and to tell her that she was growing up and would do wonderful things one day before vanishing back to her bedroom, where she spent most of her time these days. Even her grandmother told Dizzy that she looked a little taller than last year, and if she washed her hair and her clothes and stood up straight and realized that hair styling was merely a necessary but disgraceful job and not a hobby, one day she might actually halfway decently represent the Tremaine family if there was no one else to do it.

Then her father came in.

Dizzy’s father, Prince Hans (his rank as a prince was the sole reason he had married Dizzy’s mother. Lady Tremaine had scoured the Isle for royalty, and upon discovering Prince Hans had invited him to the manor for tea, sat him across from Drizella, and explained to him the Tremaine lineage and the connections she had had back before the Isle, and informed him that she would like him to marry her daughter, and Hans had agreed because at least this way he had somewhere to live. It was an old story; all the Tremaines knew it.) didn’t spend much time at home. He didn’t get along with her mother well. Or at all. Most of the time they argued and yelled at each other. Sometimes he argued with Dizzy’s grandmother. Or both. Usually he was out somewhere doing something. Dizzy didn’t know. She didn’t think he’d spoken to her in the past half year.

Hans was mostly disconnected from his daughters. On the rare occasion he was home at the same time as one of them, he would awkwardly ask how things were going, how the latest alliance between crews and gangs was going, or who they were currently enemies with, who had won the fight over the hairdryer (the last thing he remembered them shouting at each other, three weeks earlier), how fifth grade was going (Driffa had been in seventh grade at the time). One time Desiree had been jumped by the Gaston twins, who attempted to steal everything she had on her except that Hans, who happened to be passing by, hit one of them in the head and shoulder, which enabled Desiree to kick the other one, run, and somehow reach the nearest rooftop where she threw pebbles at them. But that was about it.

As Isle standards went, he wasn’t too bad. But he certainly wasn’t a good father, either, and he knew it.

He didn’t know how to be a good father. His own father had not exactly been a good role model. All Hans knew was that he didn’t want to act like his father had. So he hadn’t. He didn’t publicly humiliate his wife (shouting matches were reserved for inside the Tremaine Manor, even if both of them were yelling so loud anyone on the street could hear them anyway. If the two of them encountered each other on the streets of the Isle they usually ignored each other. Which led to some more arguments at home, of course.). He did not belittle one child at the expense of another. He did not hold his children responsible for things they could not control. He didn’t hold them responsible for anything, really. It was never him who scolded or punished them. It was easier to just let Drizella, Anastasia, and Lady Tremaine handle everything. Besides, any punishments he knew were ones his father or brothers had come up with, and he would probably be thrown out of the house once and for all if he suggested dangling one of the girls from the roof or something. And he did not pit them against each other.

But his father had never shown any interest in him. His father had never bothered to keep up with what he was learning, or even check on him if he was ill. Until becoming his father’s tax collector, Hans had been the scorned son, the embarrassment, the one who could never be good enough...the one who was never even noticed.

Hans never noticed his daughters either.

He had overheard Anya and Stacy discussing Dizzy’s tenth birthday, which had come as a surprise to him-she was small enough to still be eight.

Dizzy, his youngest. This would be the last tenth birthday of one of his daughters. Everyone was growing up, and he had missed his chance.

But Dizzy was still young. He could do...something, at least? Surely? To prove that he was better than his father had been?

What did Dizzy like?

He was relieved to find that he knew she liked hair styling, hair dying, giving manicures. She was very good at it, despite her youth, and worked at Curl Up & Dye most days after school (when had she started working there?).

So, what was he supposed to get her? A hairbrush? A bottle of hair dye? Some barrettes? She had all this already, in Curl Up & Dye. If she wanted some extra supplies she could just take them (although Lady Tremaine would demand an accounting).

What else did she like?

Beauty. Things to do with beauty. Making hair look beautiful, painting nails, skin supplements- as though clinging to the last vestiges of nobility that the Tremaine family had been born with

Jewelry. She liked jewelry too. She like to make her own, and gift it to her sisters. Bracelets and necklaces, made out of rocks she found pretty or shards of colored glass or some plastic beads scavenged from the barge. But actually attaching them was difficult...

Glue. She could make her jewelry with glue. Fast-drying glue, so it would be ready sooner. Something she could use over and over....to remember him

As luck would have it, one of the random odd things being sold in the Facilier arcade “gift” shop was a glue gun.

Dizzy was munching on her hard-worked-for cupcake, on the side of the room, in her own little bubble of quiet, like she preferred. He tapped her shoulder and wished she didn’t look surprised when she saw him.

“For your birthday.” He proferred the glue gun like a peace offering. “I, uh, I hope you’ll...” Where was the eloquence that had so helped him woo Anna?

She gasped. “A glue gun!” She held it in her hand, the hunk of slightly burned, misshapen plastic and a bit of metal, staring at it like it was a diamond. “Thank you so much!”

“You should have been a princess,” he told her quietly. “You could have been an heir to Arendelle, full of snow and mountain air and space to run and all the food you could eat...” He said things like this a lot to his daughters. In fairness to Drizella, this was one of the reasons she and Hans argued so much.

Dizzy shrugged wordlessly, and he let her run off to try out her new glue gun. It was the least he could do.

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Headcanon #2: When Dizzy went to Auradon, Hans gave her a letter for his mother.

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Dizzy was packing in her room. She didn’t have much to pack, but she was worried she might forget something. She didn’t want to have to rush back to her room because she’d forgotten her clothes. She kept holding her breath and then exhaling in a whoosh, afraid that Auradon would retract the offer, afraid that Celia and the Smees would leave without her.

They weren’t even leaving until tomorrow, but Dizzy was going to sleep with her bag under her bed.

She was finally going to Auradon, where she could see castles and princesses and taste ice cream and see all the different kinds of hair styles and gowns and jewelry! Maybe if she made a good impression one of her sisters or cousins could come next. She would be lonely without them, but at least she would have Evie.

A soft cough at the door made her look up.

Her father was standing there. He looked tired, as usual, and nervous.

Dizzy wondered if he was angry that she got to leave the Isle and he didn’t. Her mother had been, and had been snapping what a waste of an invitation this was, wasted on someone like Dizzy, before Anthony told her to stop being jealous of her own daughter and shoved Dizzy in the direction of her room, telling her to pack her things. So she had.

“So,” her father said. “You’re leaving tomorrow.” He didn’t sound angry.

Dizzy nodded.

He wrung his hands, and finally withdrew something from his pocket. It was an envelope, slightly yellowed. Envelopes and unblemished, blank paper were hard to come by on the Isle.

“This is-” He shook his head and started again. “My mother is the queen of the Southern Isles.”

Dizzy’s father was a prince-he’d never been officially stripped of his title-which meant that Dizzy and her sisters were princesses, technically, but it didn’t feel like they were real princesses. And Anthony sometimes acted more like a prince than Hans did-cuttingly polite, a sense of honour. Besides, many denizens of the Isle were fallen royalty.

Dizzy’s father didn’t talk much about his family. Dizzy knew that he didn’t like any of them except one brother and his mother, but that was it.

“I’ve written to her before,” he said softly. “A few times, in the beginning. I wanted to let her know I was all right, and when I married your mother, and when your oldest sister was born-but I never received a reply, I don’t know if she even got them, no one’s ever received a response, I tried talking to the barge goblins but I don’t think they send letters through the barrier either way...” 

He shook his head again, shifting his weight. He held out the envelope. “When you’re in Auradon, could you mail this to her? I’ve addressed it, stamped it-you won’t need to do anything but put it in the mailbox- that’s these blue metal boxes that they have on street corners. Your friend Evie, she should know how it works. I just-could you-”

Dizzy took the envelope, looking at the careful blue cursive directing the letter to Dronning Karen Westergaard, Dronningen af ​​de Sydlige Øer, Det Kongelige Palads, Hovedgade, Syd By, Kongeriget De Sydlige Øer.

Then below, in English: Queen Karen Westergaard, Queen of the Southern Isles, The Royal Palace, Main Street, South City, the Kingdom of the Southern Isles.

“I will,” Dizzy said simply, and carefully folded the envelope to put in her own pocket. It felt awfully fragile and unimportant to be a son’s first words to his mother in twenty years.

“You would like her,” Hans said suddenly. “She wasn’t happy, not usually, but she always tried to look on the bright side of everything. You remind me of her, sometimes.”

“Oh,” Dizzy said. She wasn’t used to being compared to any relative besides her mother. Dizzy looked exactly like her mother. 

“You’re a princess,” Hans told her. “I mean-really. I’m a prince, you’re a princess, so that means you have a right to the throne of the Southern Isles. Only if the rest of the family died first, but still. You’re a member of the royal family of the Southern Isles, and that means you have the right to claim asylum.”

“Oh,” Dizzy said again.

“That means that if things don’t work out, you can go to the Southern Isles and live there, and Auradon won’t be able to send you back to the Isle,” Hans explained.

“Really?”

“Technically.” Hans grimaced. “It didn’t work with me, but I was a villain, I’d admitted my crimes, there were witnesses and everything. You-you’ve done nothing but be born on the Isle. So it should work. My father won’t like it, he never liked me, but my mother will ask for you to be granted asylum, she’s never asked for anything, and to refuse her would cause a scandal, so-it should work. If Auradon doesn’t work. If you just head north you should get to the Southern Isles. Tell whoever you meet that you’re the daughter of Prince Hans, and they should take you to the palace. Try to talk to my mother or my brother Lars first. Can you remember that?”

Dizzy, nodded, trying to commit his words to memory. What if Auradon kicked her out and she had to run away to a faraway kingdom all alone?

“It should be fine,” Hans tried to reassure her. “You have your friend the Evil Queen’s daughter already there. Things shouldn’t get to that point. But just in case, you have that option.”

Dizzy nodded again. She hadn’t felt this close to her father since he’d given her her glue gun, two years ago. Where was her glue gun anyway?

Hans hesitated and leaned forward like he was going to hug her, but he ended up just patting her on the shoulder.

He turned to leave, glancing back once over his shoulder. “Safe travels.” Then he left.

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