・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜
✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader (established relationship)
✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, very suggestive but no actual sm*t in this, cute kissing & cuddling hhh, oc is called “little girl” like once
another 4 am post, im on a roll w these hehe >:3 but i just wanted something to post for my bday (even tho this nothing to do w birthdays?? LMAO) and i can’t get this damn live out of my head like he’s fckung inssne sffdsgsh n e ways this is lowk corny but enjoy lol.
the faint sounds of birds chirping awoke you from your nightly slumber, eyes fluttering open to your wide awake boyfriend scrolling on his phone. he seemed to be very focused on whatever he was watching, wondering how long he’s been awake for. you prop yourself up slowly on your elbows, barely able to move a muscle from feeling sore by last night’s events. you two can go at it for hours at a time - you forgot how much of a real workout it is being on top. it’s impossible so hard to resist him though, you love that jungkook has just as much of an insanely high libido as you, literal match made in heaven.
waking up to him everyday already felt like a blessing in itself honestly. he was the epitome of perfection; in only a pair of boxers, staring at his chiseled figure, toned biceps, those muscles?? yeah you were beyond down bad for him. but he was just as down bad (debatably more) for you too. your raging hormones were really getting the best of you. your first thoughts were to violently make out with him but instead you settle for some sweet cuddles right now, coming closer to nuzzle in his bare chest. “g’mornin’ sleepyhead.” jungkook mumbles, averting his attention to you instead of the screen. “took you long enough to wake up!” his arms went to cage around your form. “what time is it babe?” you ask, a slight yawn slips out, still feeling groggy.
“7 am.” “wait- really?!” you were so confused, you weren’t expecting it to be this early since usually you don’t wake up until around 10 or 11. “yeah, i didn’t get much sleep though.” his soothing touch runs down your back, pressing delicate kisses to your forehead. this was home to you; feeling his warmth against you, listening to his hums as he cradles you, never wanting to leave his embrace. you were living rent free in your boyfriend’s arms 24/7.“hmm, what should we do today?” you ask, peeking your head out a bit. “dunno… why don’t we just stay in and watch some anime?” his lips proceed to attack your face, pecking kisses all over until you’re physically sick of it. unable to utter a single word out from all the smothering, you just let him do as he pleases.
“but we do that everyday already koob.” you finally get to say once he comes up for air. “and? i see no objection here.” god he can be so stubborn at times… “c’monn, we should go do something today..” you pout, feeling bratty over his unwillingness to be social. you love staying in bed and binge watching shows with him but for some unknown reason you wanted to be adventurous today. “actually, i know what i wanna do today.” he smirks, biting his lip at you. of course, he only wants to stay inside because he’s horny-_-
you let out a tiny scoff, “ugh, perv!” nothing he says should ever surprise you anymore but it’s still fun to tease him. “only for you though.” he chuckled, pulling you back in but this time plants a wet kiss to your lips, “truthfully i just want you all for myself.” his hand brings your leg over to wrap around his waist. “such a selfish boy.” you tease some more, combing the disheveled strands of his silky hair. “mhm mhmm, that’s me.” he proudly admits, he acts very territorial over what’s his and would def gatekeep you from everyone if he could, no one deserves to see his precious bb but him:( “i’m still hella sore from yesterday, i don’t know if i feel like doing anything right now.” you timidly reply, butterflies forming in your tummy as he casually traces circles to your thigh. his eyebrows furrowed, “who said you had to do anything?”
he catches you off guard when suddenly his body shifts underneath, positioning you to be below him while hovering over you. when leaning in he stops midway to stare and admire your pretty lips, wanting so badly for them to be on his. he closes the distance to finally kiss you, giving you a million more butterflies as your body sinks into the mattress. you can sense all the passion and longing from just kissing him, it’s desperate yet filled with fervor, you feel his love immensely. when he gnaws your lower lip as entry, it becomes more heated - a full-on make out sesh occurs. fingers all tangled up in his locks while he caresses your upper body, lips moving perfectly in sync with one another. soon as you wrapped your legs around him a switch goes off in his brain, he needs you, like expeditiously. jungkook sneaks his hands up to your arms when he breaks away, pinning them above your head, you don’t know why but your first reaction was to giggle which puzzles him. “what’s so funny hm? keep thinking i’m playing little girl, i’ll have you begging we stay in.” he remarks, eyes shading darker as he doesn’t find any of this to be a laughing matter. “koo i-” he quickly cuts you off with another breathless kiss.
“shh, just lay back and relax pretty, let me do all the work for you.”
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Thoughts on the live action one piece
Spoilers 😉
Yes, I binged all 8 episodes, and have work today and can’t see out my eyes but worth it.
I’ll try to keep it short.
Luffys character was immaculate. The way Inaki portrayed him and brought this man to life was so amazing to see. Oda really saw Luffy in him and he did not disappoint. The moves looked great, CGI was on point for a live action, and they really did break the curse.
Zoro’s character was beautiful. I love that he was more serious, and him throwing up the finger in his first scene?! I’m star struck. You can say what you want about the live action, but theres no denying this cast was perfect for these characters and the fight scenes were choreographed to the point where it looked so clean.
Nami 🥳 The emotion! The conflict! I absolutely love the way she had more action scenes and was more open with her care for the crew early on. Nami has always been my favourite character, and Emily did her justice.
I will be listening to her song on repeat.
Ussop! Ussop! Are you serious! Why do I love you in every reality! And Ussop and Kaya! The kiss! The scream I let out! I died😵💫 I wish he had more shooting scenes, but his true potential wasn’t seen until later in the anime so I can’t complain, cause season two Ussop is gonna pop off.
Sanji😳 First off, live action Sanji has a hold on me😮💨 Like what happened to the guy who couldn’t get any girls. Ngl, was keeping an eye out for the blonde at table 8, looking out for my competition👀 His kicks were so smooth and all, and I mean ALL, his fight scenes were perfect. Like how did they do this. You can see the care and effort he put into his character.
Buggy? I love our unhinged clown. His making a circus with trapped towns people. His CGI? Amazing. The little goof we were left with when they trapped his parts in the chest made me cackle!
The pacing of the show was done so well. I was worried that 8 episodes wouldn’t be enough (and I was right where’s season two I want Vivi), but the retelling was more then I hoped for. I will always love the anime more, as most of us know there’s not enough episodes in the series, but the live action did great in that respect. I did miss some of the characters they had to cut to make it flow better though. The ussop pirates live on in our hearts
Don’t get me wrong, there was some scenes I missed from the original show, like Zoro lifting Luffy’s cage, Nami burning her hands on Buggys cannon fuse, Nami stabbing Ussop. BUT, they wouldn’t have fit in this version of the show.
They did give us Zoro lifting the safe like he did Luffys cage which was cool. And Nami holding Ussops hand when Zoro was fighting, Nami showing up for the fight rather then leaving. I love her. Even though Nami didn’t get to show her care through the actions of saving Zoro or stabbing her own hand, she was still able to show those emtions through different actions. The hand holding with Ussop rather then the stabbing of her hand was so good to see. This version of Nami seemed more fragile in a way, so this suited her version well.
It was like watching One Piece for the first time all over again. I didn’t know what would happen. Getting more marines, and Garps relationship to Luffy being revealed so early in the series to cause tension within the crew *chef’s kiss* And Koby? ‘Be a good pirate.’? Like I love you? Not doing what Garp asked? Standing up for his beliefs? You are going to be a good Marine. You’ll be the greatest 💕
The relationships they explored?
First off Ussop and Kaya 😵 I love them so much. Them talking to the straw hats about their relationship was so cute, and Zoro saying it wasn’t his area of expertise 💅🏻✨ Jokes 👀
Nami being besties with Kaya😍 Her telling Kaya not to let someone tell her how to run her life, drawing connections to her own situation, telling Kaya not to be trapped. Her returning the treasure! I loved it so much. Ussop’s and Nami’s friendship has always been the one I cherished in the crew, and for Nami to support Kaya, and Ussop to see how Nami was good to his girl I feel will only strengthen their relationship.
Nami and Zoro besties? Didn’t know I could love them more.
Nami caring so much for Zoro after his fight with Mihawk showed her love for her new friends, and mirrored her care she had in the original series where she saved him from drowning at Arlong park. Even though we didn’t get the original scenes, they were supplemented with new scenes that held the same feelings.
Zosan- I mean Zoro and Sanji. The wings of the pirate king? I love their bickering in any universe it seems. The fish men fight was so good, them being unbothered with the guys trying to kill them as they fought with each other was so them. And Zoro licking his plate clean and saying Sanji’s food was okay? Not bad for a waiter huh?
And the most important pair. Captain and his first mate. I just loved how many times they reiterated that Zoro is Luffys right hand man 🥰 Luffy not stepping in the way of Zoros dream was beautiful, and his care afterwards reminded me of how he cared for Nami when she got sick in the original series. Asking Sanji to cook his favourite? So cute. He couldn’t decide if it was best for Zoro to eat or sleep or drink and him stressing for Zoro. All amazing. I’ve used amazing so many times but its just the word I need to explain it. Zoro waking up, Luffy engulfing him. I could go on and on.
Nami and Luffy? The amount of love I have for them. They were everything I wanted from them. The scene. THE scene. Beautiful.
I could go on and on about this show, but sadly I have work. Please show this version love, and don’t go into expecting the same series. It is different. It’s its own version and deserves its own category.
I love the cast! Thank you for making history with this adaptation! Xx
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i'll be home for christmas, reunited with simon 🎄🫂🎁
i thought i had this in the queue, but it wasn't 😪 so here is a christmas eve work <3 merry belated christmas to all who celebrate. also, i listened to "i'll be home for christmas" by bing crosby whilst writing this...absolutely perfect!
warnings: suggestive flirting, none
It’s Christmas Eve.
A Christmas tree sits in the corner of your living room, the twinkling lights gleaming and branches spilling with decadent ornaments and sparkling tinsel.
Two stockings are pinned up to the wall, one for you, and one for him.
You had spent hours meticulously adorning the house with festive decorations, hoping to fill the empty spaces with the warmth of the holiday spirit. Yet, despite your cheerful surroundings, an overwhelming sense of loneliness grips your heart. The apartment felt too cold for comfort, cold air seeping in through microscopic cracks in the windows.
Your boyfriend, Simon, had regretfully told you that he wouldn’t be able to make it home for Christmas due to a mission taking longer than originally expected. He let you know about two weeks ago, the guilt in his voice clearly evident over the phone. His absence weighs on you, making Christmas feel less like a celebration and more like a somber waiting game.
You tried to busy yourself with work and other things, an attempt to not feel so sad about Simon not spending Christmas with you this year.
Now, as you sit on the couch, staring at the flickering flames in the fireplace, you can’t help but replay the memories of past holidays spent together. The laughter, the warmth, and the joy seem like distant echoes, and the empty space beside you on the couch accentuates the obvious void he’s left behind.
The clock ticks away the hours, and with each passing minute, the hope that he might just show up lessens. Just when you resign yourself to a lonely Christmas Eve, you hear a sound that jolts you from your thoughts—the unmistakable creak of the front door opening.
At first, you’re afraid that someone broke into the house. Your heart races, fear suddenly taking over. Your eyes widen, scanning the room for something to defend yourself with, but then you hear it—that familiar voice calling your name.
“Hey there, love. Don’t go reachin’ for a weapon; it’s just me.”
You're momentarily speechless, your eyes wide with disbelief. Relief washes over you as you recognize Simon’s voice.
You nearly trip over your own feet as you rush to the doorway. There he stands, wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants alongside a heavy duffel slung over his shoulder. Simon’s piercing gaze meets yours, and a small, sheepish smile graces his lips. The loneliness you were feeling evaporates into thin air, replaced by a surge of joy. His familiar face is a sight for sore eyes, and the exhaustion etched across his face fades away in the warm light of your shared home.
“Simon!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around him. His hug is firm, and you can feel the tension of his absence slowly releasing from his body as he relaxes in your tight embrace.
“Surprise,” he says, his voice a soothing balm. His hands run up and down your back, kneading into your skin.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t make it back in time,” you manage to whisper, your voice muffled against his chest.
Simon chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling your ear. “Miss me much?”
You pull away, but your hands remain on his shoulders as you look up at him. “More than words can say. I’m completely surprised.”
Simon’s arms encircle your midsection protectively. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you spending Christmas alone. I managed to wrap things up sooner than expected.”
He leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. As you pull away, Simon’s gaze lingers on your face, his eyes growing with an intensity that you know he’s holding himself back on.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” you whisper.
Simon’s grin widens, a playful glint in his eyes. “Believe it, baby.”
With a gentle nudge, he leads you back to the living room. The Christmas tree and the cozy ambiance of the apartment suddenly feel more welcoming with Simon’s unexpected arrival.
“You’ve done an amazing job with the decorations,” he comments, surveying the room. He drops his duffel bag to the floor.
You glance around, admiring your own handiwork. “I wanted everything to be perfect in case you could make it home.” You shiver slightly, the lingering cold from earlier still not fully out of your system.
He pulls you into another hug, his warmth enveloping you. “It’s more perfect than I could have imagined. Now, how about I keep you warm, lovie?”
Simon sits you down on the couch, and you spend the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and cuddling in front of the Christmas tree. The cold loneliness that had settled in the apartment earlier in the day is replaced by the warmth of sharing body heat with your boyfriend and the comforting presence of a loved one.
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Hello I can’t stop thinking about all the stuff Harry can just. Carry around. And therefor I’ve decided the frittte bag is actually a bag of holding.
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“Please tell me you brought everything with you when we left.” Jean has barely stepped foot into the precinct when a realization seems to come over him. You’re not sure you understand. “The gun, for example. Please tell me you have all of your shit, on your person, with you, because I’m not driving you back.”
“Oh sure”, you say, raising the frittte bag you used to haul things around with you. “Should be in here.” You didn’t need to pack as you left, everything you picked up during the investigation, you would keep in the bag.
“Should be.” He repeats with barely concealed disdain. “Check.”
You stick your hand into the bag, fingers latching onto something cold and metallic. That’ll show them, you think, as you pull out… the Kvaalsund multi-tool. The gathered crowd stares in silent disbelief at the small, pathetic little plastic bag which had somehow held both the length and weight of the multi-tool. Okay, that wasn’t your gun. Try again. The chain cutters, prybar, and flashlight all come out as you fish around for metallic objects. Kim doesn’t mention that those are technically his and probably shouldn’t be in there at all. The rest of them blink slowly as a green monkey pen, a cube that looks too valuable not to sell for some kind of substance, and several tare bottles which you insist you found on the street, appear on the desk in rapid succession. You even fish out a board game that Judit picks up and looks over. She considers telling the rest of the precinct it could be a good bonding exercise, but the realization hits that the rest of the precinct would turn it into a drinking game. Kim must realize it too, because he doesn’t tell Judit how great Suzerainty is and how you should all play it sometime. You guess you’ll have to raise that brilliant idea to the group on your own.
Eventually you tire, and turn the bag upside-down. Piles upon piles of clothes, some worn, some not, all stolen, spill out in droves on your desk. Your badge lands gently on top. No one says anything. It’s too weird to say anything, as if reality itself will hear them point out that the bag shouldn’t be able to contain most of these things and realize what a conceptual horror exists within it. You stick your hand in one last time, and finally your fingers clasp around the barrel of your gun.
“Bada-bing, badaboom!” You shout, triumphantly, as you pull it out. Attached to the other end, as if glued to the handle, is a small child’s hand, followed by an arm. Cuno’s red hair and face follow the gun out of the frittte bag.
“Fuck does Cuno care! Finders keepers, pig.” He spits, and tries to pry your grip off of the gun. Was he attached to the gun when you put it in there, or did he crawl into the bag himself as you were about to leave?
It would be so fucking funny to let him go, INLAND EMPIRE whispers, it would be so funny to just drop the gun and let him run wild in the precinct. He could live in the walls, with a gun! You give Cuno a small smile, and he scowls back, questioning your intention. Clearly, you two aren’t on the same soundless communication wavelength yet, but Kim notices it. Jean notices it. As your hand loosens around the gun, they descend upon Cuno like wolves upon a chicken.
Kim’s “Absolutely not, officer!” and Jean’s “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” are drowned out as you bellow “RUN, CUNO, RUN!” And Cuno takes off, deep into the precinct, shrill laughter scattering against the halls like light bouncing off of a disco ball. Possibly never to be seen again. Yeah, you’re pretty proud of that decision.
LOGIC - “He definitely got in on his own. You would have noticed a child attached to your gun.”
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This was an awesome paid commission request about Alcina!
Alright, so a wonderful anon requested this and was kind enough to want to share with everyone! Say thank you to anon, y'all! Anyway, here was the request:
Hey friend! Could you please write something about Alcina having a lover that’s taller than her? Maybe after taking Cadou so they could live forever with her, they grow to be a couple inches taller than her. Just enough to where they can tilt her chin up slowly to give her a kiss, lead her in a romantic slow dance, carry her around bridal style, and perhaps even take full control in the bedroom 👀 I just want our girl Alcina to be able to live out her hopeless romantic dream. How would she react to finally being swooned like in her romance novels?
Great prompt. I had a blast writing this. Let’s get into it!
You and Alcina had been dating for quite some time now. You are both so in love and can’t imagine your lives without each other. You do everything together - From going on long walks in the village, talking all night until the early hours of the morning, or even binge-watching your favorite TV shows on the weekends. It seems like you are always on the same page, and you know each other inside and out.
But lately, you started to notice something different about Alcina. She seemed kind of… Distant. Almost like she was hiding something from you.
You couldn’t put your finger on what it could be, but you knew that something was off. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so you decided to wait and see if things would improve.
Days turned into weeks, but Alcina’s behavior only seemed to get worse. She would cancel plans with you at the last minute, saying that she had too much work to do for the wine business. She would avoid talking with you privately and often seemed distracted whenever you were together. You knew that something was seriously wrong, but you didn’t know how to broach the subject with her.
Finally, one day, you mustered up the courage to confront her. “Alcina, is everything okay?” You asked gently, taking her hand in yours. “You’ve been acting really strange lately, and I just wanted to check in and see if anything is going on.”
Alcina looked down at her lap, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” She said quietly. “I didn’t mean to push you away. It’s just that… I’m worried about you, draga.” She said and looked into your eyes.
You quirked an eyebrow at this. “What? Why are you worried, I’m fine, babe.” You tried to comfort her.
Alcina shook her head. “I’m worried that… You’re aging.” She admitted.
You couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Only in it for my looks, I see.” You joke. You didn’t understand what she was trying to say.
Alcina looked into your eyes. “No, draga. Y/N… If you keep aging then… We won’t always be together.” She explains.
The smile slips off of your face. Oh. You hadn’t thought about that. Alcina was forever frozen as she was. The cadou did not allow her to age… But, that didn’t apply to you.
You had been so happy after you and Alcina started dating. You were in love and weren’t thinking of things in the long term. Alcina obviously had, though.
Alcina wraps her arms around you and cries and she tucks your head under her chin. She loves you so much. She’s never felt like this about anyone before, but you’ve changed her. She can’t imagine life without you now and she doesn’t want to.
You rub her back as she weeps. You don’t ever want to be without her… Your mind has been made up, though. You know what has to be done. You pull back to look at her, a serious look on your face. “Alci… I’m getting the cadou.” You tell her.
Alcina’s eyes fly wide open. “What?! But, draga! The… The cadou implantation is risky. If you-”
You cup her face and smile at her. “This is the only way to guarantee a future together, Alci. Trust me, you won’t be able to get rid of me that easily, babe.” You say with a wink.
Alcina’s cheeks flush. You’re so… Confident. She would be lying if she said it didn’t make her feel better.
You continue this conversation over the course of a few days. Alcina voices her concerns and you listen to what she has to say supportively. She brings up valid concerns, but there is really no way around your aging process. Eventually… Alcina relents.
You ask Mother Miranda to perform the procedure and she agrees.
Alcina gives you tons of kisses before you go back for the implantation and tells you how much she loves you.
“I love you too, babe. See you soon.” You smile.
Alcina is a nervous wreck while she waits for you to come out.
Finally, Miranda emerges from her lab. Alcina is immediately analyzing her face to see if it’s good news or… Well, she can’t bring herself to even think of the latter.
Miranda holds her hands out placatingly to Alcina. “Everything went fine, my darling. Y/N is doing well.” She starts.
Alcina feels tears well up in her eyes. You’re okay. You’re going to be with her forever now.
However, Miranda clears her throat, uncomfortable about something. “I… It’s just… Well, why don’t you come see for yourself.” She says and gestures for Alcina to follow her.
Alcina raises an eyebrow in confusion… But once she sees you she is speechless.
You’re still groggy from waking up, but you look around in astonishment. Did… Everything get smaller? You look up when you see Alcina, but something’s different. She’s your size now? You stand up and immediately realize what’s happened. You’re tall. Well, not just tall… HUGE. Alcina is now smaller than you (Just a little bit, but it’s freaky all the same.)
Alcina’s hands shoot to her mouth in astonishment. You are… Her size. Once she realizes the implications of this, she blushes. All of her romantic fantasies involving you are looking a lot more feasible now. And, knowing your proclivity to take charge in romantic situations has her really hot. You will undoubtedly use your size to your advantage now.
You slowly hold your hands out to her, not wanting to startle her, but needing her warmth and comfort.
Alcina sobs and moves forward before she buries her face in your neck. The feeling of your arms holding her completely is overwhelming. It’s been so long since she has hugged anybody her size.
You chuckle before whispering something in her ear that you already know drives her wild. “My good girl.” You say simply. She loves praise.
Alcina looks up at you instantly. The darkening color of her golden eyes shows you just how excited she is. “Well, thanks for everything, Mother Miranda. See you later.” Alcina suddenly blurts out and tugs you violently to the door… Accidentally making you smack your head on the doorframe.
“Oww, Alci!” You complain as she all but drags you back to the castle. You really need to be careful with your new height now.
Miranda just stares, dumbfounded, as she watches you two leave. “So… Are we still on for tea tomorrow, Alcina?” She calls out, confused.
Needless to say, you and Alcina enjoy getting to know each other’s bodies all over again. You both didn’t leave Alcina’s room for a few days after the implantation. There is so much to unpack from this situation. The drastic shift in size dynamics makes it even more fun to experiment in the bedroom (If that’s even possible.)
Alcina turns to mush as you are more easily able to make love to her. Plus… Your new strength and stamina mean that you’re the one who needs to take it easy on her now. You always take care to listen to Alcina’s needs and adjust your pace accordingly, however, that has not really been a problem. You two are so in sync and can easily find the rhythm that suits you best.
You rather like this new arrangement. You treat Alcina as if she is the most fragile of porcelain… As you shamelessly rail into her.
Alcina has never been so satisfied. As much pleasure as you brought her before, she is in a brave new world. Every touch of your hands on her skin lights a fire of pleasure within her. Your sex life has definitely not suffered.
Alcina is also… So giggly and coquettish nowadays. She is completely smitten with you (Once again.) She makes sure to look her best whenever she sees you. She enjoys getting herself all dolled up just for you. She will easily spend an hour or two picking out clothes and accessories.
You always make sure to compliment her on anything new that she’s done. “Are those new earrings, babe? You look gorgeous.” You tell her with a wink one morning…
Alcina begs you to take her to bed.
You happily scoop her up into your arms bridal style and Alcina has never felt more like a queen. You enjoy the feeling of Alcina in your arms. It feels so natural to you.
You are so good at taking care of Alcina. She doubts that you realize just how much she appreciates your romantic gestures. Holding her chair out for her, opening doors for her… Protectively wrapping your arm around her waist when you two go for walks. That one’s been one of her personal favorites. You do it without even thinking, but to Alcina, that makes it even more special.
You have an insatiable need to safeguard Alcina now that you have the ability to. She is the most precious thing in your life and it makes you feel downright murderous to think of someone harming her.
You like to bring her little presents and trinkets now… You did before the cadou implantation too, but this is a different and crazy strong instinct for you at the moment. You reason that it has something to do with your more territorial nature around Alcina. You spoil her rotten. Breakfast in bed, a new bottle of perfume… Alcina loves to be pampered like this by you. Again, your behaviors aren’t necessarily any different from before the cadou, but now that you two are on a more even playing field in terms of size… It just does something to her.
Alcina adores that she can look directly into your eyes now and see the love present in them. She pretty much always knows what you’re thinking. Your eyes are so expressive and now that Alcina can see them up close easier… There’s no hiding anything from her.
Alcina also cherishes that she can lie across your front now as you two lounge in bed. She listens to your steady heartbeat and has never been so calm. You run your hands up and down her arms and press kisses to the side of her face every now and then.
You make sure to reserve plenty of time for date nights. You go grand with them. A delicious meal that you’ve prepared, some wine, and a bit of dancing are your and Alcina’s favorite activities.
Alcina loves to let you whisk her around and lead her through waltzes and slow dances. It feels so good to have your hand on the small of her back while she lies her head on your shoulder. She feels so safe with you.
At the end of every dance, you gently tip her chin up to you so that you can give her a kiss. The simple act of you unintentionally displaying that you’re now taller than her makes Alcina want to swoon. You are so precious to her. She feels like she is in one of those romance novels she loves so much. She never thought that she would be able to be treated so daintily, but you make it a point to be as gentle with her as possible and always treat her like the beautiful lady she is.
Some of Alcina’s unspoken fantasies are easily able to be picked up on, but others you find completely by accident. For instance, holding her hand. Simple, right? Wrong. Alcina enjoys the warmth from your hand as it encapsulates her own. The sheer size of your hand in relation to hers is just… Sexy. It’s become a fun game for you to try and figure out what will fluster her. You’d never tell her this, though. She’s still the commanding Alcina Dimitrescu, after all. The last thing you want is to make her annoyed.
Alcina is just so relieved that she doesn’t have to worry about you aging anymore. You are her soulmate and she doesn’t know how she would cope if something happened to you. She is so in love. You have made her life so much more beautiful. Now your love story can continue.
Note: Thank you, Anon! I hope you enjoyed!
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Moon Knight Fanfiction from the POV of Someone with DID
I don’t know how many people that write or read Moon Knight fics will see this, but I wanted to both vent and try to maybe get some tips out there about the things people are misunderstanding about DID.
I recently binged the show in preparation for the last episode coming out soon. I have fully seen the first 4 episodes and I’ve been told what happens in the 5th. The way the group works is, if I think a piece of media may be triggering in some way, but I want to see it, I let Mitchell know to watch, if he has a chance, the next time he’s fronting, and tell me if he thinks I can handle it. Sometimes Norah will do that instead of Mitchell if he doesn’t want to I guess. So, Norah actually watched the whole thing. I trust her judgement, and she said I could watch episodes 1-4, but that I should just let her summarize episode 5. Based on her summery, I don’t think I ever would have finished that episode without switching anyway. I also haven’t read the comics myself. We have some of the comics downloaded on our kindle, and they’ve been read, and while I assume Norah is the one who’s been reading them, she hasn’t said and I haven’t asked.
All that to say, I have been reading fanfiction about the show only, and I may have some blind spots on what has and hasn’t been demonstrated in the show.
The show, in my opinion, while definitely not perfect, does a pretty good job representing DID. I was very excited to find out that apparently the characters with DID are culturally Jewish and autistic as well, because I am too! That’s a lot a representation I can relate to. There are things that they do that seems a little off, but over all, I think it’s pretty good. Maybe I will review it more in depth after it’s all out.
Now, on to things I want to explain to fanfiction writers. I made a list.
1. If the body is unconscious, all alters are going to be unaware of whats going on outside of it. I’ve seen in fics where Marc, who’s in control of the body, will be knocked fully unconscious, and Steven will somehow be able to tell Marc what happened after he wakes up. What?! How?! You already have Khonshu to use for stuff like that. Say Khonshu told him if he needs to know.
2. Marc and Steven don’t require mirrors to talk to each other. We see in the first episode that Marc can say things to Steven without a mirror around. The show uses mirrors because it’s easiest for an audience to distinguish between the characters, and understand they are two different people if they physically show them both. There are fics that have them unable to talk to each other unless a reflective surface is around them. If you want them to not be able to talk to each other in the moment, just say they aren’t co-conscious.
3. They are not always co-conscious. The show has them frequently shown as being co-conscious or co-fronting, but they aren’t always. If they have DID, not OSDD, then they aren’t always going to know what the other has been up to. This, I will say, the show is not great at getting across, at least with Marc. He comes across like he knows everything about Steven and everything Steven has ever done. However, even with Marc, he doesn’t have the knowledge that Steven does about Egypt. Yet still, there are fics where Steven can’t keep secrets from Marc, because he will just know, when that is just not true. If you want to say Khonshu ratted him out to Marc, use that.
4. While sometimes you can have an out-of-body experience while being co-conscious but not in control of the body, you are not going to notice things that the body wouldn’t notice. You’re not a ghost roaming around the room. So Steven would not be able to tell what someone had hidden behind their backs to warn Marc about it, unless Marc could tell. I literally saw a fic where Steven told Marc what cards someone else had while playing poker. Not because Steven can count cards, but because he could look and see them. No. Not possible. Again, use Khonshu for that.
5. If Steven is autistic, Marc is too. Most people seem to understand this one, but some don’t. So for the people who don’t, if one alter has something like autism or ADHD, all alters will have it. Some may manage it better than others, but they all have it. I don’t want to read another fic where Marc explains to someone that Steven specifically is autistic. He can specifically be vegan, but he can’t specifically be autistic.
6. Television shows need characters to say their thoughts out loud because visually it’s better. So I don’t blame the show for showing Marc and Steven discuss things aloud, but they don’t have to. There are many fics where, whichever one is not in control of the body, will say something, and the other will not want to or be able to reply because they would be speaking out loud, and that would be bad/awkward. That’s not an issue in real life. I think some systems may prefer to reply out loud, but I don’t think any are unable to just reply by thinking.
That’s my list. It’s not long. I haven’t read a whole lot of fanfic yet, so I don’t know if those are even the biggest issues out there. I just wanted to kind of vent about the stuff I had seen.
DID isn’t magical. Yet some people write it like it is. Which for this show, is even more ridiculous to me, when Khonshu could be used as a magical all knowing outside presence.
No hate to anyone. I respect fic writers for putting stuff out there. A lot of it, even with these mistakes, is still good. I just wish people would do a little research about things they haven’t experienced before.
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Flops in front of you
Hello hi
I was going to request yoshimoto but I’m not gonna make you binge his route for this little thing
Clavis.
Clavis looking after his sick fiancée who can’t sleep or talk and she’s just absolutely miserable and frustrated and emotional because lack of sleep and stuff and 😩 please 🙏
Hi loveyyy!! I hope this kinda sorta helps, it's a lot shorter than I usually write but it seemed like a good stopping point sorta, so lemme know if you need something else or more or better lol
In Sickness~Clavis Lelouch x Reader
Genre: Fluffy comfort
WC: 711
CW: Descriptions of pain and illness
“My oh my, what sort of emergency are you experiencing my dear? Surely it’s something quite pressing for someone as ill as yourself to be out of bed. Especially after I had just tucked you in so snugly.”
Clavis’ golden eyes were narrowed, belying his troubled smirk, and showing his genuine frustration. You had thought he wouldn’t be back for a short while, so when you found yourself feeling very thirsty but the glass beside your bed drained, you had decided to amble over to the pitcher situated on the far side of the room where a servant had just refilled it.
“I… I was…thirsty…” You squeaked out, your voice little more than a pained, scratchy hiss.
Clavis’ face softened as he pulled you close to him, guiding you gently over to the bed where he sat you down before fetching the pitcher of water and bringing it over to your bedside.
“Here you are my beautiful fiancée. Nice cool water should help ease your throat,” Clavis coos, lifting the glass to your lips.
The cool liquid provides minimal relief, but swallowing just seems to make everything feel so much worse. You clench your eyes tightly, pushing the glass away and curling in on yourself. Focusing on trying to breathe through the pain, you end up feeling a warm hand stroking your hair and your back, providing just enough pressure to soothe you and you are able to relax just enough to open your eyes again.
You let your forehead fall forward, landing roughly against your lover’s shoulder, allowing yourself to be pulled fully into his lap as his strong arms wrap firmly around you.
This illness is miserable, every part of your body aches, breathing is so difficult, and you can’t seem to get enough rest to recover even the slightest bit. But all of that pales in comparison to the stabbing pain in your throat. Breathing makes it feel like needles are pricking you, and swallowing creates the most intense burning sensation. The worst part is when you’re unable to stop coughing. Your throat feels like it’s being torn apart, unable to catch a breath and your chest aches with the force of the cough.
And yet despite all of these awful symptoms, Clavis has remained steadfastly by your side. He only stepped away when you had fallen asleep or if something urgent came up. Although, now that he’d caught you out of bed, you doubt he’d let you out of his sight again until you were feeling completely healthy.
You close your eyes as he holds you, his warm hands move up to hold your head against his chest. The calm steady beating of his heart is soothing, the warmth radiating off his body relaxing you until you’re certain you’ll end up falling asleep if you don’t move.
You pull your head free, pushing yourself to sit straight and look Clavis in the eye.
“I’m sorry,” you start, a vicious cough ripping through you and causing a pitiful cry to spill out, tears streaming down your face at the unyielding pain.
“Hush now, no apologies necessary. The only thing I want you to focus on right now is resting.”
Clavis turns you to lay you back on the bed, sliding under the covers beside you and keeping you pulled close to him.
“Not to mention, you can rest assured that I shall not get bored, I will talk for the both of us. Allow me to tell you about all of the things I want to do when you’re recovered. And after that I shall regale you with tales of my latest traps. And if you’re still awake you may just be able to catch me going off on a tangent about everything I simply adore about you.”
The depths of love and concern you can hear in your fiance’s voice is like a balm to your illness addled mind. You once again allow your eyes to flutter closed, feeling a soft kiss pressed against your forehead as Clavis begins to tell you of his plans for the two of you to travel and try out a newly invented contraption that some nobleman had come up with.
Peace overcomes you as you finally feel your consciousness drift away.
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At first glance, this set of panels above appears to show something that you might think is unworthy of a second glance. It’s only Asami peeking into the door. But here I am doing a pretty deep dive, into this set of panels and of this particular chapter (ch 6. Vol 7) and of some related event in Vol 7.
If you forget where this is from or don’t recognize it, I’ll give a quick summary. This is the chapter right after Akihito gets his apartment key taken by Sudoh, and he doesn’t return home for three days. In the scene Asami has just returned home and is peeking into Akihito’s bedroom, finding it empty.
I might be stretching in my interpretation of this scene, but I just can’t believe that Sensei would dedicate 3 whole panels of space, just to show us Asami slowly opening the door, peeking in, and then fully stepping in - all so she can get the point across that Asami is looking in Akihito’s room. I can’t believe that Sensei would add these seemingly unnecessary details for no reason. This is a man who a few chapters previous to this one - shot the lock on this very same door and barged in without a care to prove a point that Akihito could not avoid him. So why is he now quite literally lurking at the doorway? This set of panels shows a delicacy to this act that seems uncharacteristic of Asami. So Why?
Well let’s start at the opening scene of this chapter, Asami walks in the door of his apartment and it’s as if he knows right off the back that something is wrong. Up until this point in the manga Asami is used to, what I am going to call, Akihito’s “acts of domesticity” (/acts of love ❤️). These acts of domesticity are multiple and varied and are kinda an umbrella term I am going to use for a lot of different things. Sometimes it is in the form of Asami being greeted at the door, dinner being ready, cooking taking place in the kitchen, and The two of them sharing a meal. Having breakfast in the morning. Chatting over coffee. Binge-watching horror movies. Bathing together. Watching fireworks from the balcony. But those acts of domesticity go beyond face-to-face interaction. Sometimes it is a physical object, it’s the notes Akihito leaves behind for Asami about what's for breakfast, the grocery list and the magnets on the fridge, and Akihito’s panda soap dispensers in the bathroom. A pot of food with Asami's name on it. The packed refrigerator full of food. The table being set. It also means something far more than any of that as well - it’s the clean, warm and inviting home that Akihito has made his own.
Asami in his own words in that one extra for Vol 7, “Young Businessman Ryuichi Asami’s little monster arrived”, calls it a kind of “presence” within the apartment. Even if Akihito is hardly ever around, even if they live somewhat separate work lives- Akihito's presence around the home can still be felt. Because those acts of domesticity go beyond just being able to see him or do things with him. This whole extra shows a lot of these “Acts of Domesticity”, and how much it's all a noticeable change in Asami’s usual day-to-day life.
So back in ch 7, when Asami returns home, it’s like he immediately recognizes that lack of “presence” and the lack of these acts of domesticity. He can’t find it in the physical face-to-face form, but neither can he find it in the other acts of domesticity that Asami has already come to recognize as a form of Akihito’s presence within the house. To me that makes him realize right away that something is off, and feels different compared to the other times Akihito happens to not be around.
In comparison, in an earlier chapter in this very same volume, Akihito is similarly gone for the night. In that chapter, Akihito is called away by Mitarai. (The chapter I’m referring to is the one where he sees Asami and Sudo together for the first time) In that episode, Akihito has a rare moment of dialogue where he talks about how he rarely sees Asami regularly since they are both busy with work and doing their own things. Even still Akihito is still thinking about Asami, He makes dinner for the two of them and sets the table. He even hesitates meeting up with Mitarai because it means missing Asami returning home. Still, he has a job to do, and he leaves a pot of food for Asami. That whole interaction presumes that it's not as if it's the first time Akihito has spent the night away from home - and it's never seen as an issue. When he comes home he even notices Asami has eaten without issue and has gone to bed, with no problem.
So am I basically saying that Asami comes home and realizes “Where’s my dinner?” 😡 YES! Yes, I am!! And maybe that sounds silly! But given this has become a habitually routine in their lives at this point of the manga, where even if Akihito is away for the night working, he would still leave dinner and still have breakfast prepared the next day. Or even leave a note, or explain the reason why he can’t do it on any given day (remember that time he had to pay off his debts at the onsen and couldn't return home for two weeks- even then he left Asami a voice mail!)
If this was your partner, and he cooked you homemade meals routinely -but one day it suddenly stops! Wouldn’t that be the first sign that something was wrong? And maybe it’s about you and your relationship!
What I am trying to say, is there is considerable evidence to show that though Asami acts aloof, though he doesn’t say a word about these acts of domesticity. The truth is he is in fact searching, and dare I say seeking, Akihito’s presence and those acts of domesticity. He has gotten used to these acts, maybe even taken them for granted. And though he probably would never admit to it- we all know that they probably mean a great deal more to him than we could possibly know or understand. Even though he never says anything about them, or compliments Akihito for those things, or expresses any desire for them - we nevertheless see him over and over again seeking them out.
But just to point out- these are all things Asami never asks Akihito to do. Akihito just does them on his own without any direction. And by no means does Akihito HAVE to do these things - remember at this point they are not even in a defined relationship which continues to be a sore spot for Akihito throughout this entire volume. From Akihito’s point of view, he is not even sure Asami wants him to stay. If he were to suddenly stop one day- he would probably be under the belief that Asami wouldn’t care either way.
Here’s a little detail I noticed, while I was doing this write-up that just perfectly illustrates a lot of the point I’ve been making. It’s a pretty clear example of Asami seeking out these acts of domesticity despite never being able to verbalize his desire for them. In the opening panels of ch 7, we see Asami first entering into the apartment. We see him looking into the hallway as if almost expecting Akihito to greet him at the front door. (Left panel below) that panel of him looking into the hallway and seeing it empty is an EXACT mirror of an earlier panel from a few chapters previous to this one. Where Asami has returned home early and Akihito instantly greets him at the door and they order sushi together afterward. (Right panel)
I mean look at these! How much clearer can this get - Sensei and her attention to detail have me aghast! Even after reading Finder so many times I was shocked I could still find little things like this that make me fall in love with this manga all over again. Notice the little detail of the - no lights on in the dark apartment vs the lights are on when Akihito is home and greeting him 🥺 not gonna lie it’s giving “Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone” vibes to it 🤧😭
In the timeline of the storyline - these two events are only days apart. They went from being lovey-dovey eating sushi together and Akihito being very open about his desires and initiating first. TOO Akihito just disappearing without a word and being found a few days later in a police station (no wonder Asami was hella confused 🫤 )
Here we see Asami looking for Akihito in the hallway, and a little while later in this same chapter, there is another scene of him looking, not around for Akihito’s physical body, but he is looking at the table where they normally have breakfast together. But of course, it’s empty, since Akihito has still not returned.
A whole three days goes by before Asami even takes action and says something about it, calling his people to find out where Akihito is! Despite the fact, Asami knew on that very first night, as soon as he opened the door, that Akihito was gone.
Why does he take so long to do anything about it? This I feel is the heart of issues that we see being repeated in their relationship and throughout the manga, and their overall lack of good communication. Why not text Akihito, or call him and ask him directly where he is and why he hasn’t come home? It’s not like this is the first time nor will it be the last, where it’s almost as if Asami is avoiding asking anything of Akihito. Obviously, Asami wants to know where Akihito is and whether he is coming home or not - but he acts almost as if he has no right to ask. Down the line in this very same volume, we see Kuroda directly challenging Asami, asking him why he doesn’t just ask Akihito who the source of this yatta yatta unimportant problem they were having, which Akihito reported on. Asami cannot answer him.
So this finally brings me back to the original point of this post, and the panels of Asami lurking at Akihito’s door. (I apologize for the multiple tangents!)
He comes home, he notices that Akihito appears not to be home. That dinner is not prepared, as it usually is. That the apartment is dark and empty. At this point, Asami has no idea if Akihito is indeed in his room or not. But how do you think Asami feels about going in there and asking Akihito directly about something as simple as dinner plans? Let alone ask him if something is wrong. In my mind, it’s because Asami is well aware of the fact, that they do not have a defined relationship. Their lack of communication and being honest with each other (and with themselves) on this particular issue of “where they stand” continually creates problems for them.
The Manga is primarily in Akihito’s POV and he seems to believe he is the only one that doesn’t know where he stands. But if you look beyond the surface I think you’ll begin to see that it’s not JUST Akihito who doesn’t know where he stands - Asami himself has no idea either. He is just as confused by the signals he is getting from Akihito. It does not come easy for him to discuss these things, and he ends up doing it in a roundabout way usually because he wants to maintain that image of being aloof. In his defense, Akihito is just as bad, with his own desires to maintain his pride.
When I look at these three panels, I see an Asami that is attempting to delicately navigate a situation which he is unprepared for. When you think about it, Akihito is actually under no obligation to do any of those domestic things. He has no obligation to greet Asami at the door or to organize and make meals for Asami. Or even to act civil in front of Asami. And this is something I think Asami is keenly aware of. At this moment, I am guessing that Asami is probably already 90% certain that Akihito is not home. There are no shoes in the genkan, and the lights are off. There is already a lot of compounding evidence that Akihito is not home. But it’s almost as if - just in case- Akihito really IS on the other side of this door! Because it’s true that he could just be working on something in his room, or asleep, or something else. It’s as if Asami does not want to be caught there!
And maybe this is a stretch, but it’s as if Asami is acting like a hormonal teenager, afraid of being caught red-handed spying on his schoolyard crush! 😆
But why in the world would he do this? To keep up this front of indifference? Is it because he is afraid of what would happen if Akihito sees him? Afraid of what it would say about their relationship if Asami is caught “checking up on him”? If he is the one, for once, performing these acts of domesticity, poking his head in the door and greeting Akihito when he comes home from work, or asking what’s for dinner? If he is the one admitting that he wants to see Akihito greet him at the door. That he wants to share a meal with him, and that he wants to eat Akihito’s delicious food. All of that is too much for him, and I think he is somewhat fearful of what the answer from Akihito might be because suddenly you become the one with expectations when there aren’t any.
But it’s also not as if Asami hasn’t been bold in the past and asked things like “What’s wrong” or taken a direct route when it comes to Akihito. And it actually reminded me of the fact that in that very scene, I mentioned previously where Asami shoots the door down - he does in fact ask Akihito “What's wrong? And why he was acting all resistant?” The more I thought about the reason why Asami seemed fine during that time, but not during other times- It suddenly occurred to me that he felt okay asking those questions because at the time Akihito had shown his obvious discomfort and it opened the door for Asami to dig a little deeper— Akihito back then had “opened the door” - metaphorical speaking because obviously Akihito actually locked the door and Asami took that as an invite to barge right it!
If we look back on that specific chapter, and what was going on, Akihito was feeling pretty insecure after seeing Asami with Sudoh. And he wants to ask the relationship question, the “who is he to Asami” question. He notes that Asami never says anything about even wanting Akihito to stay or not, so he does not know where he stands or even if they are exclusive. Akihito worries if Asami has other lovers, that he doesn’t know about. But he stops himself from asking those questions saying to himself that he doesn’t want Asami to see him looking dumb or pathetic. This moment of Asami barging in ultimately leads to no progress on this front - because Akihito doesn't have the courage to ask Asami directly.
But guess what? That entire conversation, all started with a simple but seemingly unimportant little act.
Thats right! Akihito lurking at the doorway, peeking through the door to spy on his lover! This was a full circle moment for me - I got to say. Because you can not tell me that this was an accident. The parallels being made. the similar state of mind they must be feeling - it’s all too much to be a coincidence.
It’s like a reversal of roles, where this time it’s Asami with the burning question that he’s just as hesitant as Akihito to ask because it will make him come off as too invested, or even as if he is expecting too much. What I also think is kinda sad about this comparison as well is that it shows that even despite Asami’s hesitation, he has more courage than Akihito, he is still choosing to take that step in and peek - only to find it is indeed empty. As if it’s an answer to that question- that no you shouldn’t have those expectations. He spends the next two days not saying a word about Akihito’s disappearance, because he’s still not sure if he even has the right to be in Akihito’s life.
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Apple orchard with jack lockley <3 :)
(No worries about the update mishap :D)
2023 Fall Blurbs
It wasn’t often that Jake got to plan romantic dates for the two of you to go on. Most of the time, when you and Jake did get alone time, you’d order a pizza and watch a movie or binge a season of a show while stuffing yourself with junk food. A wonderful way to spend an evening, but not romantic at all, and Jake was starting to feel bad.
He knew you didn’t mind, knew you were happy just to spend time with him, but he also knew that Marc and Steven planned dates with you, sometimes spanning a whole day, and he felt like he was falling behind. This feeling gnawed at him, invaded every thought until he stayed up all night on his phone, researching and planning the kind of date you deserved.
“Dress warm today, it’s supposed to be chilly,” he tells you in his typical gruff fashion while you’re eating breakfast, and you can’t help the confusion that clouds your face.
“I wasn’t really planning on going out today,” you say as you glance down at the pajamas you’d fully planned on staying in, missing the slight blush that begins to overtake Jake’s cheeks as he musters up the courage to tell you his plan.
“I planned a date for us. Today. For you and me.” He clarifies, and he both loves and hates how surprised you look, loves that he’s able to surprise you but hates that him planning a date counts as a surprise.
“Where are we going?” You ask as you finish your breakfast and stand to wash the dishes, trying and failing to keep a smile off your face.
“It’s a surprise,” he responds, and now it’s impossible not to smile. Heading back to the bedroom, you plant a kiss on his forehead as you pass.
All bundled up in layers, you can hardly contain your excitement as Jake leads the way through London, glancing down at his phone every few minutes to make sure you’re going the right way. Suddenly, though, he comes to a stop and clears his throat, and you know that’s his way of telling you that you’ve arrived.
“An apple orchard,” you say, voice colored with awe as you glance up at the rows of trees stretched out in front of you, looking inviting and endless.
“It seemed appropriate, for the weather and the season and everything,” Jake replies, voice tinged with embarrassment and his cheeks tinged with red when you plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, unable to contain your joy or affection.
Later, after you’ve spent the morning picking apples and snacking on your haul on the way to the front of the orchard and buying plenty of apple cider and other treats near the check out, you know you need to let Jake know just how sincerely you enjoyed yourself, enjoyed going out and doing things with him, things that he’d planned and put effort into.
“Thank you, really, I had a great time today,” you say as you unload your apples and cider and snacks in the kitchen.
“It was nothing,” he replies despite the deepening color of his cheeks and ears, “maybe we can do something like that again soon.” You’re so overtaken with affection and love for the man next to you, the only response you have is to kiss him, deep and long in the soft glow of the kitchen light.
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Was wondering if you’d be able to write an Eddie Munson one shot/imagine with Hoppers (Gn) kid. :)
A/N - Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. (I am currently binge watching Gravity Falls.)
“Hey, officer! We need to report a crime!” Jason, and two of his friends ran up to you. You knew they were some of the kids from the basketball team, considering when you tried to have a conversation with Lucas, it’s all he would talk about.
“Yeah? What is it?” You didn’t like him, he seemed like a popular douchebag.
“It’s Eddie! He’s dating someone thats as hot as you!” He was grinning, his two friends behind him laughing.
“Haha, you’re so fucking funny. Get out of here before I punch your fucking teeth out.”
“Officer! Relax, we’re just having fun. Did you forget what that is?” He still didn’t know how to fuck off, did he?
“I have more fun writing papers then your girlfriend could ever have riding your dick, cunt. Now screw off.” You walked away, leaving the stunned possum there to be mocked by his friends.
“What they want?” Dustin came up to you, and now walked alongside you.
“What do you think? They almost always mess with me. It started right after-“
“You arrested Jason cause you caught him underage drinking, I know. By the way, Eddie is looking for you, he wants to show you something.” Dusting grabbed you by the forearm and walked you somewhere.
“I’m guessing you know but you’re not going to tell me cause he told you keep it secret?”
“Yep.”
“Wonderful. How’s your mom doin’?”
“She’s fine, she’s nearly always fine unless she can’t find me.”
“Hey! Remember, I have to keep a close eye on everyone and their cats. Especially considering my dad was chief of police. I have a major role to step up too, and it’s not easy when everyone considers you a joke cause you’re barely out of high school.”
“I see where you’re coming from, but I feel like I may be the wrong person to complain to. Nancy would understand better than anyone.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just frustrated is all. How’s hellfire doin’?”
“It’s going great. Mine and Mike’s costume shirts are almost done. Thanks for telling us about the club, we might’ve found out too late otherwise.”
“Nah, Eddie would’ve let you join, he likes you both. That and I would have convinced him to if he had told you no.”
“Yeah, cause we’re your favourite teenagers and you love us.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Henderson.” You watched in amusement as he turned to you, mouth agape and brows furrowed, looking insulted.
You chuckled, it was easy to annoy the kid. He was loveable, but slightly gullible.
"Well, are you at least telling me where we're going? You've dragged me nearly across the school."
"Parking lot."
"How many bullies you got so far?"
"I don't know, at least 12 though."
"R.I.P."
"Whatever, we're here. Eddie!" Dustin stopped you at Eddies old van. The side door opened and Eddie stepped out.
"Hello Love." He pulled your hand up, and kissed your knuckles. "I hope my friend treated with respect."
"I've known him way longer then you have Munson. Second, he treats me with respect cause he knows ill beat his ass."
"They'vedone it before."
"I hit you once."
"I still threw up."
"Hey, treat my guy/gal with respect!!"
"Sorry."
"Yeah, anyway, look here." Eddie pulled you towards the van, the door he existed still open.
When you peered inside, it was a mini cuddle space. Blankets, pillows, and two containers with music and candy. Fairy lights were hung around the posters that were on the vans walls.
"Holy shit! This is epic! Did you do this today?"
“Yeah, I skipped my last two periods to work on it beanie.”
“What have I said about skipping school? You can get in trouble for that shit. And don’t act like you don’t fucking know.”
"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I really wanted it to be special for you." He cupped your face with both his hands, smiling down at you softly.
"It is, but don't skip class for me, Dork. I thought 86' was your year?"
"It is baby, I promise. Just thought I should surprise you is all, you deserve to be spoiled.”
“That sounds sweet and cheesy. Let’s go!”
You climbed into the back of his van and sat down on the blankets. Eddie grinned and closed the door, walking around and jumping into the drivers seat.
“Where are we off to?”
“A cliff of sorts, I wanna stare gaze and snuggle up with you in the blankets.”
He chuckled. “Can do babe, but it won’t be dark for a few more hours. Wanna do anything in between then?”
“Ice cream?”
<3.
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❦ who gets hurt (before / during / after the talking stage) | OT5
pairing(s): txt x s/o (gn!reader)
genre: angst | headcanon
warning(s): a little heart heavy, lowercase intended, mentions about broken relationships, unrequited feelings, tendency to fall out of love, rejection, playing with emotions, lowkey leading on
summary: each member is their own person working in their own way. some personalities clash, and some don’t. but not every talking stage ends in a healthy relationship.
disclaimer: just a reminder that this does not represent the idol irl in any way, it's just my thoughts for entertainment.
wc: 954
note: you just know I’m about to recommend Hurt by New Jeans. Le Sserafim’s Sour Grapes is a little similar too! it’s been a while since I wrote some angst so here it goess,, majority of these are what I thought of and I also discussed these ideas with my baby @yjusei thank you for adding on the bonus ideas for soobin <3
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CHOI YEONJUN — does the hurting and gets hurt: he flirts a lot in general, but when he genuinely really likes you and tells you that, you refuse to believe him. you're thinking you're just some type of game to him along with the other people he talks to. he tries so hard to convince you but you just can’t trust him because he literally flirts and plays too much. you’re scared of being hurt by someone like him; someone who literally has everyone falling by his feet and has countless options, and yet he's also hurting that he doesn't know how else to convince you that he genuinely wants to be with you.
CHOI SOOBIN — would get hurt: he is so gentle and has so much love to give, but some people take advantage of that and only care about going to these fancy places and doing things they want because soobin's previously mentioned that he’d say yes to whatever his gf/ s/o would say. in the end when he realises that, he voices it out to tell them they should try staying in or saving money instead of blowing it away, and that s/o is fed up of him being a party pooper that they call off the relationship and finds another guy to spend money with. soobin isn't stingy, no, he's just becoming aware that the only time majority of his past s/o's would want to spend time with him is when money is involved. he'd like to have some nights when you stay in and binge watch his favourite anime or you two start an anime that neither of you have watched before, but he hasn't experienced that yet.
BONUS: an alternative is that soobin would be doing the hurting. soobin, as a leader, is so used to needing to maintain such a perfect image with restrictions to a lot of things, so when he enters a relationship it's his form of escapism. the relationship just wouldn't be stable. he has this side of him that no one really knows, he can't show them off even if he wanted to because he has his everyday duties and responsibilities. and when he eventually has a partner to show off this unknown side of him, he associates all fun stuff – that he hasn't been able to do – with that relationship; resulting on the relationship leaning more towards the 'fun' dynamic rather than an emotional thing. and due to the lack of emotional connection – mostly from soobin's side – there would be a possibility of the relationship falling into an on-and-off pattern. seeming he may be irritated once his fun is done or interrupted, he'd call off the relationship only for him to get back with you again in a matter of a couple of days, only for the cycle to repeat.
CHOI BEOMGYU — the one who does the hurting: though he’s got this playful and extremely loveable side of him that we are aware of, he isn’t interested in relationships at the moment, or for a long while; he just wants to focus on himself, his career and do things the traditional way. he's got this work ethic that he genuinely enjoy's what he does, and although he may find people attractive and start conversations with them, he just knows that it's only temporary and has this mindset that there's no point in pursuing something that isn't event there in the long run. there are chances he would talk to someone he's attracted to but it wouldn't go past the talking stage — he's set on the thought that it'll be temporary and will not hesitate to turn them down if they are wanting to be something more. he’s such a mommy’s boy that he puts his efforts towards and prioritises his own family before thinking about getting into a relationship. he wants to live the best life to the fullest without the thought of a relationship having to weigh him down / prevent him from doing things he wants to do.
KANG TAEHYUN — does the hurting and gets hurt: he believes that the chances of two people liking each other is extremely narrow, so he straight up tells you that he isn’t really into you. at most, and if you're that interesting to him, he'd ask if you two can still stay in contact and be just friends. but when he does find someone who he’s into, he plays hard to get with his walls up and guarded, and tells you the same thing as he always does, but eventually, you convince yourself that he doesn’t like you in that way at all. and when he sees someone else flirting with you he gets jealous and literally took it upon himself 😭 it's his fault you've fallen in the arms of another person when he literally had you in the palm of his hand but decided to let it go, he's too shameless to ask you to come back to him just so he could show you how much he liked you.
HUENINGKAI — would get hurt: again, he loves too easily. he’s literally so precious and I feel like people either don’t stay in a relationship for long / don’t reciprocate that feeling because they see him as too nice, because he’s genuinely a pure soul. some people would go for people like yeonjun with a more wild and out going personality. and he envies yeonjun for that wild side that he may not have, or beomgyu's loud and out-going side because he thinks it's easier to date people of those personalities. he’d get a little insecure about it, especially if someone in the past has left him for someone of that category and would be a little scared to love again 🥺
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Off Limits
mostly nsfw story | haven’t checked for typos
Part Twenty-Four
It’s been 7 days, 9 hours, and 12 minutes. This case has kept me away from her for a little over a week now.
I find that every day that passes within our little relationship, I grow more fond of her. No - fond isn’t the word I would use. I like her more, my feelings grow, I fall for her deeper and deeper. I don’t know how to describe it, every word combination seems silly.
All I know is that our connection has strengthened, deepened with time, and I find her crossing my mind when I hear certain words or see certain things. For example, the candle on JJ’s desk the other day reminded me of Jade. She loves candles, has at least 16 of them in her family’s apartment.
It’s only been 7 days, but I miss her. I miss her voice, the smell of her hair and how its sweet scent wafts to my nose when she lays her head on my shoulder, her laugh, especially the one she tries to hide that sounds like animal giving birth. Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Of course, I miss kissing and touching her, feeling her soft skin beneath my finger tips. Most importantly, I just miss being around her, talking to her. I have no idea what this feeling is because I haven’t felt it with anyone. It’s new, slightly terrifying territory.
Not only am I longing the company of my… I haven’t ask her to be my girlfriend. I want to. What if she doesn’t want that? I force my train of thought to go back on its tracks. I’m also exhausted from this case. The hotel bed and the fact that due to occupancy I’ve had to hear Morgan snore 5 feet away from me every night have caused me to barely get any sleep since we got here.
The case is tricky, time consuming. We’ve finally got a lead, but we have to plan the details of this arrest precisely so no body else gets hurt.
I’ve been really productive this week. With Dad and Spencer gone, both of them only being able to really talk to me at night, I’ve had plenty of time to get things done during the day.
Of course, it’s been a little tricky with my little brother pestering me most hours of the day, but I’ve been able to occupy him with cartoons, coloring books, snacks, naps, and action figures.
I’ve gotten all of my work done for this week and the next. Finals are coming up so we are getting into review topics. I cleaned around the apartment the other day since my father never has time to, doing the dishes, laundry, helping Jack pick up his room, and organizing the kitchen. I’ve also gone to the park with Jack and caught up on binge watching my current hyperfixation tv show, which yes, I consider that productivity.
I miss Spencer. I know it’s only been a week, but It’s weird not seeing him for this long. Especially since he’s been so busy and hasn’t been able to text me more than 3 short messages a day: “Good morning!” “Have a good day.” and “Almost done for the day. Can we call later?”
Things between us have definitely changed. I’m not entirely sure what it is, but I’ve noticed our dynamic alter a bit. Not in a bad way either. I think we’re on a deeper level of connection.
Anyway, I hope they come home soon. I miss my dad too, and not just because I want him to take my sometimes pain in the ass of a brother off my hands.
“Hey kiddos,” my dad says with a cheesy grin as he walks through the apartment door. He looks tired, but relieved to be home.
“Daddy!” Jack abandons his toy card and jumps into his arms before he can even set down his go bag.
As the two of them embrace, I stand up to give him a hug as well. “How was the case?”
“Not too bad, just long and elaborate. A few of us got a little banged up though,” Dad tells me, releasing his arm from around me and setting Jack onto his feet.
My mind immediately wonders if Spencer’s okay. I know my dad would’ve said something if someone was seriously injured, but I can’t help my anxiety.
I check the time on my phone. “Let me cook dinner tonight,” I offer, my gaze meeting the dark circles under my father’s brown eyes.
He smiles and nods. “I’d love that.”
After talking a little while longer, I head to the kitchen to get dinner started. In between making sure things don’t burn, I text Spencer, reading his updates on the week.
“Can I come over later?”
I ask.
“Please do.”
I smile down at his words and get back to cooking. After dinner, Dad and I talk while we clean up the kitchen.
“I’m heading to bed early tonight. As soon as Jack’s down, it’s lights out for me.”
I chuckle softly, my eyes showing the sympathy I have for my father’s lack of sleep or relaxation for the past 8 days.
“God, I missed you,” Spencer says as his arms wrap around my waste. He barely let me get through his apartment door before pulling me into him. He smells like soap and vanilla woods, and his hair is still damp from the shower.
I rest my head on his chest, arms around the back of his neck as I let him hold me for however long he wishes. “I missed you too, Spencer.”
He lets me go after a good half minute, smiling down at me with his adorable grin, his dimples on full display. I smile right back up at him in adoration until I notice some bruising on his jaw and cheek bone.
“What happened?” I hold his face, brushing my thumb against his darkened skin gently.
“A little altercation with the unsub. Even Morgan has a black eye right now,” Spencer says matter of factly.
“You’re okay?”
“I’m okay,” he nods. “You should see the other guy.”
I laugh softly before grabbing his hand and leading him to his couch. We sit down together, my head on his shoulder and his hand on my thigh.
I kiss his shoulder through his shirt, and I can see the corners of his lips perk up. Spencer removes his hand from my thigh and uses it to lift my chin up so he can kiss me. My lips return the gesture immediately.
We give each other a couple of sweet pecks and a few longer kisses before settling back into our cuddling positions and turning on the tv. It’s nice to just be here next to him.
As if he can tell what I’m thinking, he kisses the top of my head, scootching in closet even though it’s not quite possible.
Bar on east 4th tonight. The whole team is coming. I’m expecting you to be there, pretty boy.
I roll my eyes at the text that pops up on my phone screen. I’m not exactly in the gathering mood, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go. We haven’t been able to all get together outside of work in at least a year. I suppose I’ll stop by for an hour or so.
At 8, I get ready to leave for the bar. Jade’s voice telling me not to wear work attire to casual outings rings in my head, so I opt for a more relaxed white button up (no tie), dark fitted jeans, and my pair of purple converse I don’t wear often enough.
I arrive early, of course, but my coworkers, no, friends enter the bar soon enough, some coming in pairs and some alone. We all gather at a table until there’s not enough chairs. Morgan and Emily take a seat at the bar, already ordering drinks.
As time moves on, my peers are fueled with alcohol, some more than others. Hotch drinks his scotch very sophisticatedly. It’s a little intimidating at times that he never actually seems to drop his professionalism.
JJ orders a basket of fries for the table which Morgan takes a few every time he passes by on his way from the dance floor to the bar and vise versa. He and Penelope seem to be having the time of their life dancing, having no care in the world. Emily takes JJ’s hand as we’re in conversation, dragging her to the floor to dance with her. This leaves me, Rossi, and Hotch at the table, sipping drinks - I ordered a vodka soda about thirty minutes ago, and I’m only 2/3 of the way done with it.
The three of us make conversation, talking about whatever. I like the way Hotch smiles when I correct Rossi on a slight mistake he made when we were discussing something. It’s like he’s proud. Which that admiration I feel quickly turns to guilt because I’m going behind his back and seeing his daughter.
Around 10, we’re all seated at the table, talking and laughing at each other. I’m the most sober, and the drunkest of the bunch are amusing me.
Somehow, the conversation topic turns to sexual situations and who has the most game.
“Spencer could have game if he didn’t spill so many random facts,” JJ says then shoots me a loving I’m sorry but it’s true look.
“Hmm I don’t know about that,” Morgan says with a devious grin. “He’s too awkward for game. Maybe if he had like three drinks in him and relaxed a bit. Maybe.”
I can feel my face beating red. I hate being the subject of discussion, especially when it’s a topic like this.
“Have you ever actually been with a girl?” Morgan asks, genuinely curious. “Or guy, I don’t judge.”
I shoot him a glare. There’s no way I’m talking about this right now. “Shut up.”
“So no?” Emily teases.
A few more words are said, and laughs are shared. Laughs at me. Well, they may think they’re laughing with me, but I am no longer amused. Even Hotch is laughing a little.
Something in me lights up, and I rise from my seat. “You guys are unbearable when you’re drunk.”
I leave, despite the protests. But I’m not leaving because they hurt my feelings. I’m going to Jade.
Fuck it if she’s off limits.
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Chocolate Cake
You meet Frankie and his kid during a grocery run
Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Word count: 1k
Warnings: talks about birthdays, Reader's favorite cake is chocolate, Frankie's kid is in this, first meetings
A/N: Had this one in my drafts for a long time, this is meant to be the beginning of a longer fic but right now it can be read as a stand-alone.
MASTERLIST
Love resembles a double-edged sword, the likelihood of it healing or hurting an individual is about the same, getting one or the other is solely a matter of luck. Those words acquired more sense the day you meet a handsome and quiet man during a grocery run.
There is one item left on the shopping list, just one and you’re gonna be able to head home to become a blanket burrito while binge-watching the new season of your favorite show. Said item is a chocolate cake mix.
Between changing jobs and moving into a new city, celebrating your birthday hasn’t been at the top of your priority list, still, this felt like a big number and you don’t want to glance over it completely, you can have a small celebration by yourself. And for that, you need to bake a cake.
You locate the aisle where the baking ingredients are sitting, but after multiple searches, you’re unable to locate the exact brand you’re looking for, the one your mom used to make every single birthday.
Maybe it’s better if you give up and head home, you can always get something from the bakery down the street. Just as you’re about to abandon the mission, one of the store workers rushes past you and places the box you have been looking for on one of the shelves. Someone must have returned it, and just in time.
Parking your shopping cart on the side of the aisle you walk towards the cake mix. You’re laser focus on it and as your hand closes around the box, someone else grabs it by the other side. The hand is big, its fingers brushing yours across the box. You follow the limb to its owner to find a man who looks just as surprised as you by the encounter. His chestnut curls are hidden by a black cap, and his facial hair consists of a mustache and a patchy beard. He’s wearing a shirt with a flannel thrown over it. You find yourself asking silently who gave him the right to look that good in that outfit?
Next to him stands a small girl, maybe 5 or 6, who is cocking her head to the side in curiosity, probably expecting to see how this plays out. She’s dressed in a rainbow tutu and a shirt that depicts a unicorn covered in glitter, and to top everything off she’s wearing a big bow on her hair, which resembles the man’s both in color and texture.
“I’m sorry miss,” he says once he has analyzed the situation, yet his fingers hover over yours for a second longer after he has finished talking. “Please take it.” He motions to the cake mix much to the little girl’s dismay, and she doesn’t take long to voice it.
“But what about my birthday cake?”
The man crouches down to get on her level and places one of his hands on her cheek with softness you wouldn’t have thought he was capable of.
“It’s okay amor, we’ll go to another store or ask if they have more in the back.”
The kid doesn’t seem too convinced but she nods, deciding to trust the man’s words. But you can’t take the box knowing they could go without it.
“Oh, no, please, it’s not urgent, I can look for another flavor,” you insist handing the kid the box. “The birthday girl should have her cake.” She is quick to take it from you and put it in their shopping cart.
“Thank you,” the man shoots you a small and sweet smile as he stands up, a dimple barely showing on his cheek. Before you can answer him, the girl moves in front of you and starts jumping up and down, clearly excited about something.
“We are getting pre-birthday ice cream after this!” She tells you with a grin, her own dimples shining on her face. “I’m Rafa and this is my dad Frankie.” She takes the borders of her tutu and does a small bow. You tell her your name mimicking her bow. You turn around and head towards your shopping car believing the interaction to be over but she keeps walking alongside you.
“Did you want to bake the cake for a birthday too?” she asks as she peeks into your shopping cart, and holds up a tomato. “You really like tomatoes?”
“I was gonna bake it for my birthday.” She extends the tomato to you with a that’s yucky face, and you place it back in your cart before leaning in as if you are going to tell her a secret. “And I prefer ketchup.”
She nods solemnly agreeing with your take on food. “So we share a birthday?”
“It appears we do.”
The man stops with his own cart next to yours and shoots you an apologetic smile as he takes her daughter’s hand and gives you a polite nod.
“Let’s go pay for this amor.”
Rafa is about to follow her dad but freezes a second later. “Wait daddy! Can she come to get ice cream with us?” She looks back between him and you. “Her birthday is tomorrow!” she adds as if that was a perfectly logical reason to invite a complete stranger to join you, and perhaps in the mind of the child, where social norms don’t apply just yet, it was.
You can see the gears turning in the man’s brain as he tries to find a way to tell his child that this is probably not a good idea without making either you or him look bad.
“I’m sure she has other things to do,” he tries but Rafa’s not having it.
“Pleaseeeeeee,” she looks between you and between him with the biggest puppy eyes, and you suspect this is a trick she employs quite often on her father as the man falls for it quickly. He scratches the back of his head and looks at you for help, but the puppy eyes have worked on you too, and you find yourself without words to refuse the girl’s offer.
“If your dad is okay with it I wouldn’t mind going.” Much to your surprise, this puts a smile on the man’s face. The girl looks at her father waiting for his answer.
“Sure, let’s do it.”
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needle, april 3 -- @jegulus-microfic -- 669 words
content warnings for talk and depictions of sickness (reg has hay fever), very very brief mention of regulus' parents (gross), and talk of vaccines, and needles! there is no actual description of either vaccines or needles, but it's talked about by james and reg.
this one is another cute one idk what's wrong with me, i can't stop writing fluff aaa
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There’s something ironic about the fact that every time springtime rolls around, Regulus gets ill. It’s like clockwork, every year.
Once the usually drab English sky starts becoming less grey and a little bit more blue; once the flowers start to push up from the soil and unfurl their petals in the sunlight; once baby lambs start being born in the farmer’s fields; once the clouds get fluffy, the days longer, nights shorter—there’s an inevitability that Regulus will get sick.
James is no longer taken by surprise by it anymore. Living with Regulus for three summers already, he’s more than accustomed to help him deal with his hay fever. He’s used to seeing Regulus with red and puffy eyes, nose blocked and sneezing into tissues before he can finish his sentence.
Usually he can cope pretty well, but this year seems to be the worst. With the pollen levels being high, Regulus is staying indoors, lying in bed until around midday, when he finally drags himself out of his nest with a headache and itchy eyes.
“It’s a pity that there isn’t a vaccine to help you cope with this,” James comments off-handedly. It’s one in the afternoon, and the two of them are cuddling in their bed, binge-watching a new Netflix series.
Regulus shakes his head, the ends of his hair brushing lightly against James’ jaw. “I’m glad there’s not.”
“What? Why? Are you afraid of needles, or something?”
On the screen, the main character screams and starts fighting the approaching zombies. Regulus doesn’t reply, gaze fixed determinedly on the TV show.
James’ stomach drops, and he reaches over the pause the show. “Wait, are you?”
“Kind of,” Regulus admits. “My mother used to force me and Sirius to get the flu jabs back in school."
At the mention of Regulus' parents, James frowns. "I'm sorry, Reg."
Regulus shrugs. "It's fine. It was one of the good things she did for me, I guess, but it didn’t mean I didn’t cry. Sirius was never afraid of them.”
“Yeah, with the amount of tattoos he has, I wouldn’t think so,” James agrees, and Regulus chuckles.
“He wasn’t allowed to, but he used to—”
Suddenly, Regulus lunges for the box of tissues, able to catch his sneeze just in time. The tissue, quickly scrunched up into a ball, is tossed towards the other end of the bed, joining its equally as screwed up friends.
Sniffing, Regulus continues, “He used to sneak out of class to sit with me whilst I had it done. I could tell the nurse hated it, but she never said anything because it meant I took the jab. He would— Wait, James, this is silly, promise you won’t laugh.”
When James glances down at him, he notices Regulus is doing that thing he does when he’s embarrassed or stressed, clenching and unclenching his fists, digging his nails into the palm of his hand.
“Why would I laugh? I bet it’s not silly,” James tells him, meaning every word. “My dad’s afraid of needles, you know. Used to absolutely refuse whenever he had to get his flu jabs topped up. I think he still does, and he has to get them with my mum. My mum holds his hand—”
“Sirius used to do that with me!” Regulus cuts him off, seeming less embarrassed now because James’ parents, who are old and have grey hairs, and who seem very much still in love, do it too. There’s even a smile on his face which James can’t help returning.
Leaning closer, James takes Regulus’ hand, pressing his lips to his skin, murmuring, “Want me to hold yours if there ever is a hay fever jab?”
“No,” Regulus says, looking away to hide his blush.
There’s a beat.
And then, Regulus says sheepishly, “Actually, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
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THATS RIGHT
your girl val binged the entire first season of the dragon prince
potential spoilers under the cut
Lord Viren is a snake
ratty little scumbag
i don’t like him ONE BIT
but let’s move onto more pressing matters while i get back to that later
the king is dead *jazz hands*
okay so i have a sneaking suspicion that the letter he gave callum was a letter that said he was to inherit the throne or something like that. though, isn’t that already obvious since he’s the oldest child of the king (even if he’s his stepson)? or does it only apply if you are blood related to the king, which means ezran would inherit it? dunno.
also i do acknowledge that rayla was hiding the fact that harrow died to protect them, but like, TELL THEM. even if they would have felt really sad and stuff ᵗᵐ, i feel like personally, i would have told them. because i feel like the longer you withhold the information, the more it’ll hurt when they figure out the truth. and i assure you, one way or another the truth always comes out.
also i felt so just like in shock while seeing the bond (for killing the king) come off of runaan’s hand. it was just so fast i could not process it. also the shadow hawk WAS SO FREAKING COOL. i was just amazed by that for a hot minute. but im not ashamed to say my first thought was that is everyone who was fighting there dead? is soren dead??? now, i wouldn’t say soren is the best person but the way he let callum beat him to impress claudia, never mind his own sister is just so 💗💗💗💗💗💗. also soren is kind of a hot snatch, and you can’t deny it, that’s speaking from someone who doesn’t even really have a type or anything.
okay, so yeah now my next big thing:
aunt amayaaaaaaaaaaa!!! aunt amayaaaaaaaaa! commander gren!!!! but mostly aunt amayaaaaa!!!!!!
eeee i love amaya!!! she’s such a freaking bada*s!! also she’s deaf, which is actually really inclusive of the show writers :D i think we need more shows with people who have disabilities and the dragon prince is a great one! it shows that you dont have to hear to be able to kick some serious a*s and lead people!!! also commander gren is just such a cutie. he translates everything for her, and THAT SCENE WHERE SHE SIGNS “I trust you, you’ve been my voice. Now you will become my hands to save the boys.” (translation from @redemptiionss—they have dragon prince translations for what amaya signs that gren doesn’t say!) AHHH!!!!! i mean that is just so sweet in like a really friendly platonic way. anyways i love aunt amaya and commander gren 💕
SPEAKING OF COMMANDER GREN. LORD VIREN YOU LITTLE TWERP WHY DID YOU UN-ASSIGN HIM FROM THE MISSIONNN??? ik he did it so that his kids could lead it obviously so they could follow his orders and do his dirty work but- you don’t know how much i wanted that commander gren screen time 😭😭 he just seems like such a funny guy
now that we’re back to the subject of lord viren-
his face is NOT doing so hot rn. he need some cera ve lotion ASAP. aging is not doing him well. okay but I’m going to stop joking now. WTF????????? HE FREAKING LIKE TORTURED RUNAAN???!?? AND PUT HIM IN A COIN????? AND HIS EYES ARE SO FREAKING SCARY??????
i mean at least gren is a witness to the torture but im honestly scared for gren now IF HE EVEN FCKING THREATENS GREN IM GONNA do nothing because he’s fake. but you already know im going to be so mad.
anyways lord viren is SICK (not in a good way). he needs serious help.
okay so yeah callum broke the primal stone to make the storm so zym could hatch blah blah blah i don’t really care. though he’s sad because he can’t do primal magic and stuff but now he’s determined to find another way to do primal magic because honestly claudia’s description of why dark magic wasn’t that bad was kind of terrifying.
yeah. then zym hatched i already forgot his full name since it’s so long, but okay!!! ALSO THEN ZYM BROKE RAYLA’S BOND!!! NOW SHE CAN SLISH AND SLASH (reference 😉) AND SHE WONT LOOSE HER HAND!!!! i love rayla :D. the dragon is kinda cute. but he can’t fly. which kinda makes him less majestic but ezran is gonna train him!!!!
ALSO EZRAN CAN TALK TO ANIMALSS!!!
i always believed in him.
next big thing issssss
claudia and soren both have different secret missions that they can’t tell each other about
like way to ruin your children’s sibling relationship and trust viren 🙄 and ALSO LORD VIREN DID NOT JUST TELL SOREN THAT IF THEY’RE ALIVE “SORRY MAN BUT YOU GOTTA KILL THEM” !!!!!!!!!!!! this man is terrifying
i want to beat him up. i could take him with no magic though. ik the only thing that is going to save him is some weird dark magic and without that his frail bones are going to have nothing on me.
okay! on that happy note i shall continue
something is going on with that mirror
runaan said that he had finally found something dangerous and that has hidden dangers (i hope they’re all inflicted on viren). lord viren has some weird obsession with that mirror and the end credits had a mirror with a hand that had four fingers (elf!!!) pressing on it. yay!! plot!!!!
that’s val’s (me!!) summary of the dragon prince season one
yeah.
aunt amayaaaa!!! aunt amayaaaaaa!!! commander gren!! but mostly aunt amayaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!
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It’s pretty incredible the way Critical Role has completely fucked my sense of what qualifies as a hyper fixation. There is no other form of media that consists of 100-120+ episode seasons at 4-6 hours per episode. Binge watching anything else is unsatisfactory. I can watch all 3 hobbit movies and all 3 lord of the rings movies straight through and at the end be like, ‘is that it? …oh yeah, I guess it is.’
This isn’t a complaint, I honestly think all shows should copy CRs format, because the eight episode season of tv is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. It makes the characters, relationships, and plots in other shows seem so pathetically underdeveloped… everything is pushed and condensed to the point that there’s barely a comprehensive story. It’s why IMO any other show/movie will always be subpar in comparison. You shouldn’t be able to watch a high fantasy epic series like Wheel of Time, and just not care what happens to any of the characters. But if you haven’t read the books, the series doesn’t really give you an opportunity or a reason to feel any kind of attachment or investment in their stories.
While by the same token, you can’t spend ~500 hours watching a campaign of Critical Role and not get invested in the characters. No other show/movie/visual media does what Critical Role does. Its amazing.
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