#but like. idk man. he did apologise today :>

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ok if even HE said he had abused me, mayhaps i should accept that the situation was abuse. BUT ALSO IT DOES NOT FEEL BAD ENOUGH (sorry pookie if u see this </3)

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DID WE JUST FALL IN LOVE ?

genre. fluff. meet cute. warnings. reader owns fish. profanity. reader's thoughts are in italics. the number in this is completely made up btw i just thought of random numbers ksjdks. not proofread. pairing. leehan x fem!reader. wc. 762. request. requested by @lxvemaze. a/n. i literally wrote this like in 30 min IDK IT JUST CLICKED SKDJKSD. i love leehan. net. @onedoornet

You let out a satisfied sigh as the library doors slid open for you. It had been days since you had placed a request for a fish carebook from your local library, and finally it had come in today. Googling what to do to help your new pet angelfish wasn’t giving you the answers you needed. You were nearly positive that your sweet little baby was getting bullied by your tiger barbs, and weren’t sure what to do. You had already transferred her to a separate smaller tank until you read up on what to do, and you hoped desperately that the library had the fish guide you were looking for.

You scanned the shelves, fingers running across the spines of the manuals in the animal section: aquatic guides. Huffing, you let your eyes draw up to the shelf above, failing to find the care book for injured fish. You should’ve bought a copy when you first became a fish parent, but you hadn’t expected there to be so little answers online for your specific problem. 

With brightened eyes, you spotted the spine of the book you wanted; blue and purple swirling colours on the cover just as you remembered. The Care and Keeping of Angelfish: A Beginner’s Guide. You reached out to grab it, only to collide with someone’s else's hand instead.

“Sorry!” You quickly apologised, retracting your hand bowing your head slightly. Your eyes drew up to the man whose hand you had bumped, now holding the book you needed. Worry flooded your brain— you needed that book. You had already waited days for it. Leaving without it would mean more days blindly giving your angelfish medicine without a proper answer. 

But, as you finally focused on the man’s face, suddenly your fish situation was the last thing on your mind. You blinked, almost as if to see if you were really seeing things correctly. Did you just run into an angel at the library?

“No, I’m sorry— I should’ve seen you reaching for it. Here.” He stumbled over his words, awkwardly handing you the manual. You could barely focus on anything except his face. He was so… beautiful. 

“You’re… really hot…” You whispered. Realising what you had just let out, your cheeks burned and you turned around hurriedly. With the book in your hand and embarrassment pouring down on you like a ton of bricks, you scurried over to the checkout. Scanning your library card and the book, you tried to get out as fast as possible before the man had time to question why you had just said that to him.

You groaned, the screen lagging a bit and not letting you press the ‘DONE’ button. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the flash of colour from the shirt he was wearing. Oh, fuck, he was coming back.

“Wait— you think I’m hot?” He asked, jogging up to the checkout where you were. 

Shit, now the cute guy knows of my existence. You froze, trying to think of an acceptable defense for your earlier words but coming up with absolutely nothing.

“Uh, I— It just slipped out— I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” You rushed out, gripping the book tighter and wishing you could just sink into the floor. God, why did he have to be cute?

“You like fish? Right?” He cocked his head to the side, eyes focused on the book in your hand. You hesitantly nodded, realising that there was no way you could leave this conversation without seeming even ruder. 

“Yeah, I have some pet fish, actually, so…” You trailed off, pointing to the door, hoping that he would piece together that it was your way of saying you had to leave and go back to your fish.

“101-422-5730.” He interjected. 

“Huh?”

“101-422-5730. My number.” He repeated, “By the way, I don’t think putting your angelfish with tiger barbs was the best decision. They don’t like each other.” 

Your eyes widened. How did he…?

“How did you know that I have tiger barbs?” You blinked, wondering if this was what love felt like. Something about him felt… right. Maybe you didn’t regret your slip up before after all. He didn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest.

He shrugged, “You just seemed like you would.”

You reached for your phone in your back pocket. 101-422-5730… He watched you enter the numbers, finger hovering over the ‘contact name’ section.

“Kim Donghyun.” He supplied, giving you a small smile. Hell, even his smile is cute as fuck.

“Donghyun. I’ll… I’ll call you.”

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Prompts from build a fic 1. :D

꒰ 13 ꒱ “i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.”

꒰ N ꒱ fondness

꒰ 𓃓 ꒱ at work, far later than you should be

Character: Otis

And idea to add is maybe the reader is a Luitenent?

Never made a request before but I love your writing and there seriously is not enough Zvonecek love!

Let’s Go Home - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Build-A-Fic: “I say this with all the love in the world, but you look like shit.” // fondness // at work, far later than you should be

Word Count: 3198

Warnings: female!reader, uhh… tiredness i guess? overworking… idk - it’s just cute

A/N: i love this i love this i love this i love this… did i mention i love this? this is the first piece i’ve written lately that i’m actually happy with and i think there’s so many opportunities for companion pieces to this??? let me know if you think i should write any (like maybe their perfect night) or if you have any requests for otis and this particular arson lieutenant!reader that you’d like to see :))

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You never usually stayed this late on days when Brian off shift.

You both worked for the fire department. You were a Lieutenant at arson and he, of course, was a firefighter over at fifty-one, which meant the two of you didn’t have a lot of time to spend together as is. You had a few hours a day, if you were lucky, and the majority of them were spent sleeping next to each other, therefore you had always made sure you were the first one out the door when the clock struck five.

It had been a rather strict rule you had set for yourself ever since you got married, as there had been far too many times when you were dating that you’d had to blow him off for dinner, drinks, or even a quick lunch inside the walls of your very own office. Truth be told, you honestly never expected him to stick it out this long. You figured he’d get fed up. Or find someone else who was less busy all the time, so it was safe to say you were rather surprised when he got down on one knee in the middle of Molly’s and pulled out a ring.

You had said yes within seconds. Hell, he hadn’t finished saying your name let alone asking you to actually marry him before you did. And you always would. You loved him, so much more than you’d ever loved another person in your life, and the very moment that cool, silver band slid down your finger, you made a promise to yourself that you’d never leave him hanging again. You didn’t want him falling asleep without you next to him, nor did you want him eating so much as a single bite of his dinner without you facing him, which is why today felt like one of the worst, most devastating, days of your life.

It was already way past dinner time, if the clock on your wall was fully accurate, and in less than an hour it would have been your bed time. You hadn’t intended on staying in the office for more than an extra thirty minutes, let alone six whole hours, but with a string of deadly arson fires plaguing the city Chicago and the fire commissioner, himself, breathing down your neck, you didn’t feel as though you had any other option than to stay and work the case.

You had texted Brian earlier to let him know your situation, apologising over and over — like a goddamn crazy person — as you promised that you’d make it up to him whenever you could. Whether it be a full, proper day off next week. A weekend away somewhere special, for just the two of you. Hell, even a simple trip to… the goddamn zoo, or whatever. Just something to try and make up for the fact that he’d had to eat dinner alone for the first time since he proposed. And of course, to make the weight of guilt feel that much heavier on your already aching shoulders, Brian — being the most sweetest, caring and all round perfect man to ever exist — had been nothing if not completely understanding.

After all, he was a firefighter. He’d been there himself, fighting many of the fires you were investigating — and worrying you deeply in the process as a few firefighters had tragically died in those blazes — so he knew all too well that you wouldn’t have blown him off if it wasn’t important. But that didn’t make you feel any better, not in the slightest.

You were meant to be celebrating tonight, for a rather special reason. Brian had finally gotten off sole elevator duty and was now driving truck eighty-one and you knew, all too well, how important that was to him. He’d been on elevators for seven long years and it was starting to take its toll on him, therefore you had promised him the most perfect, romantic, night to finally celebrate his big move up the ladder.

You’d planned it all, right down the very playlist you’d have playing in the background. You’d gotten everything in that you needed to make his all time favourite meal. You’d even bought some nice candles to decorate the table; a fancy bottle of red wine, from the good shelf at the store, to toast with; but most importantly of all, you had a new two piece from Victoria’s Secret hidden in your underwear drawer that you’d been planning to wow him with.

It had been a while since the two of you had so much as fooled around a little, let alone had time to be properly slow and intimate with one another. You were always too tired after work or too busy solving cases for anything but a quickie, but tonight you’d specifically planned to have the first truly magical night you’d both had in a while. And you’d been looking forward to it ever since Brian broke the news and you got the idea. So, to find yourself still standing in your office, wearing your white shirt and bugles, instead of lying in your bed clad in an uncomfortable lace outfit with Brian firmly on top of you, was rather tragic to say the least.

“I’m no expert, but I think you actually have to take the cap off the pen in order to write with it.”

At the sudden, all too familiar voice, your head snapped to your office door where Brian, himself, now stood, his arm leaning against the doorframe and a red button down shirt, with tiny anchors printed all over the fabric, covering the muscular build of his torso. Your lips curled up almost instantly, your arm slowly lowering from in front of the mess that was your whiteboard. You opened your hand as it fell limp next to you, allowing the pen — which did still have its cap on — to fall to the floor as the concentration that had sat heavy on your face all night swiftly faded, replacing instantly with nothing but pure and utter fondness as you allowed your tired gaze to drift over the entirety of his being.

“What are you doing here?” You asked curiously. He never really came down to your office as it was a tad bit out of the way, so to see him standing there, at nearly 11pm, was a little bit of a — blessed — shock for you right now.

“You’re here a lot later than you said you'd be,” Brian explained, and even despite there not being any sort of grievance or anger hidden behind his soft, comforting voice, it still broke your heart to have to hear those words slip past his lips and you almost regretted asking him. “I was getting worried.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” You whispered, your eyes swelling up the moment he began to delve further into the absolute carnage of your office. You hadn’t wanted to worry him, not at all, but in your delirious state of mind you must have forgotten to text him an update after you surpassed the original time that you guessed you’d be home at. “I didn’t…”

A shuddering breath left the back of your throat as your words fell quiet, your pen-stained hand lifting to wipe at your eyes before the tears could tip over and spill down your cheeks. You hadn’t realised how truly terrible you felt over the entire situation until you saw him in front of you. Until you finally realised that he wasn’t some sort of stress related mirage and that he was actually here, now, standing in your office having come to check in on you.

And to make things worse, he wasn’t annoyed at you or angry. He wasn’t sad or even disappointed that your night had been ruined by your need to work, he was just… him. As always, Brian was nothing more than the sweet, considerate man you had met at a CFD gala, and danced with all night, and that was more than enough to have the tap behind your eyes want to turn on entirely. But you tried your hardest not to let it pour.

Though, it seemed like you didn’t try hard enough when your vision started to blur and a small drizzle trickled out. It dampened your lashes, dripping of the ends and you had barely managed to dry the first set before you felt Brian’s hands land gently on your face, lifting it from where it had fallen and drying the second before lightly drawing his thumbs across the near-sunken in state of your cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby,” Brian said softly, assuringly, pulling you in closer and placing a tender kiss to your forehead, which almost broke you completely as even with your night having been totally ruined… the only care he showed was entirely towards you. He pulled back yet his touch remained, his thumbs working slow, comforting circles over the dampening surface of your skin as he gazed into the shimmer of your eyes. “I would have called, but I wanted to make proper sure that you weren’t working yourself to death.”

“I would say I’m not, but you just found me trying to write with a still-capped pen so I think I might be getting close,” You sniffled with a little humour, making him smile with all the fondness in the world as he brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear and allowed his hand to settle there.

“Let me take you home,” He murmured, his thumb grazing below your eye that you could barely keep open.

“I still have stuff to do here,” You protested, yet just the thought of going home and climbing into bed beside him was almost enough to wipe you off your feet. “Receipts I need to go through, footage I need to double check and…”

“And it’ll all still be here in the morning,” Brian finished, giving you a pointed look as you let out a partially defeated sigh. He dropped his hands to rest on either side of your neck, feeling as your own raised from your sides and landed on his arms, your fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his jacket. “Though you might not be, if you don’t let me take you home so that you can get some sleep.”

“I’m not tired.” You mumbled, causing Brian to frown and tilt his head a little at the bags beneath your eyes and the droop of your eyelids.

“Baby,” He exhaled, his thumb grazing over the light beat of your pulse, “I say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.”

A soft chuckle escaped the back of your throat and you nodded lightly, your eyes falling to the floor, “Yeah, I guess I probably do look a mess, don’t I?”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re still the stunningly beautiful Lieutenant I married,” Brian began, the slight smugness he had over managing to secure you as his wife making you smile. “But yeah, you do… As does your office.”

And with that last little addition, you couldn’t help but agree and you let out a heavy sigh.

“Okay. Let me just…” Your brow pinched and you bit at the skin of your lips, suddenly feeling lost now that the realisation of how tired you were had kicked in. “God, I don’t even know. What do I need?”

“Your phone, your keys, your purse and your coat.”

“Right,” You mumbled, nodding your head though your brow remained furrowed. You pulled away from him, heading for your desk and pausing for a second, going over that short list in your aching mind before you nodded again. “…Right.”

A soft, partially amused exhale left Brian’s nose as he smiled fondly, waiting patiently and watching with awe as you gathered your things — whilst still looking entirely confused and disoriented, he might add and he would have been a little worried about it, had it not been a normal occurrence. You often did get a little muddled when you were running low on gas and most of the time he didn’t think you were anything more than ridiculously cute.

Especially on nights like tonight, when you were so tired that when you got home you couldn’t seem to put your pyjamas on correctly no matter how many times you tried. You’d managed to put both legs in the one hole of your shorts and almost tripped over them. Then, when you managed to do that, you ended up with your head through the arm hole of your top and your arm through the head hole, causing you to let out a forced, exaggerated sob, as you huffed in the middle of the bedroom — the misshaped t-shirt covering the entirety of your head.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” You whined out, and even though Brian couldn’t see your face, he still knew you were pouting.

“Come here,” He said with a soft chuckle, sliding back out of bed and padding his way quickly over towards you. He pulled the sleeve off your head and carefully tucked your arm back through the head hole then fixed it properly, his heart swelling in his chest at the permanent pout that etched on your face as he guided your arms into their respective place and all but dressed you. “You know, for an important Lieutenant who solves big fire crimes, you can be really grumpy sometimes.”

Though you knew he was only messing with you, you still shoved him playfully away once your pyjamas were on properly, hearing him laugh softly as he toppled back onto the bed that creaked quietly beneath him.

“Stop being mean.” You huffed, folding your arms and remaining still as he sat up a little. His playful smile faded and yet another fond one replaced it, his hand landing beside him and patting the end of the bed, inviting you over. You gave in in seconds, your arms loosening and falling limp by your sides as you shuffled over to him, sinking down into the comfort of the mattress and feeling his arm drape over you, your own sliding around his back where your fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his t-shirt. “This is the exact opposite of how I wanted this night to go.”

“Oh yeah?”

You hummed in agreement, “You’re gonna think this is so corny, but I really thought it was gonna be magical.”

“What did you have planned?” Brian asked curiously, his heart aching over your obvious disappointment.

“I was gonna cook you your favourite dinner. I even bought some of that fancy wine from the store and some candles. And I…” A soft sigh left your lips as you fiddled with a loose thread on your shorts. “I bought a new outfit that I really wanted to show you...”

“You can show me a new outfit any night this week, my love,” Brian said, his last two words slipping out in Russian. He didn’t want you to feel bad about your night going in the complete opposite direction, not when you could do it literally any other night this week as it wasn’t like it was an important anniversary. It was just a small celebration, one he hadn’t expected you to do much of anything for, let alone all this. Though he wouldn’t lie, as touched as he was over the night you had planned, the thought of this outfit that you seemed more disappointed over than anything else, sparked a fierce tingle deep in his chest. “It didn’t have to be tonight.”

“I wanted it to be,” You mumbled, tilting your head and pressing your cheek against his chest, hearing the light beat of his heart beneath. “It’s special.”

“And it’ll still be special regardless of when you show it to me.” He lifted his hand that lay hung over your shoulder and began to run it down the back of your head. “You know… I’m off next Saturday and Sunday.”

And like he expected, you perked up at that little detail and lifted your head up, locking eyes with him and not missing the subtle glint that sparked behind the browns of his irises.

“I could ask Dawson to cover my shift at Molly’s, and then maybe you and I could go out someplace nice?” He raised his brow, tilting his head a little. “Perhaps you could even wear this special little outfit you wanted to show me.”

You rolled your lips a little and dropped your gaze as a small flush of heat spread across your cheeks, “It’s not exactly an outfit that you wear out in public.”

“Oh.” Brian’s brow dipped a little as he tried to figure out what the hell kind of outfit it was then. Was it… new pyjamas, perhaps? Surely not. You wouldn’t be getting al worked up over new pyjamas, but then again he couldn’t quite think of anything else it could be other than… Oh. It suddenly clicked in his mind exactly what this special little outfit you had was and his cheeks reddened. “Oh.”

You chuckled softly at the way his eyes widened, “Yeah… I sort of… I don’t know, wanted to go all out I guess? As it’s been a while since we’ve been together.”

“What are you talking about? We were together last week.”

You frowned a little, though your tone was light and almost playful, “A quickie in the showers of your firehouse isn’t exactly the pinnacle of romance, Brian.”

True, Brian thought to himself. Though his face might have said otherwise with the way he tilted his head back and reminisced fondly over the reminder.

“Nor was it particularly professional of me to do, either. Especially after I just finished talking to your boss.” You finished, though you wouldn’t deny you were getting goosebumps just thinking about the way your body had felt pressed up against the cold tiles of that shower cubicle. But still, you wanted romance… You wanted slowness… You wanted love, and that wasn’t exactly the best way for you to get it. You sighed softly, forcing his head upright again, “I just wanted us to have a romantic night together.”

“And we will,” Brian assured you, his free hand taking yours and lacing your fingers together. He brought them up to his lips and placed a soft kiss against your knuckles. “Next weekend. Right from the very minute we both wake up, it’ll just be me, you… and that special little outfit you have stashed away somewhere.”

“You promise?”

The way your eyes all but lit up with pure hope made his heart want to weep beneath his chest and he nodded his head, pressing another kiss to you hand, this time right on top of the wedding band that lay engraved with both of your initials. His lips lingered for a second, feeling the slight coldness of the silver mixed with the heat of your hands before he pulled back just enough to whisper the two small words that you so desperately needed to hear, after the day you’d had.

“I promise.”

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This one is for @kennedyabraxas123 :D They requested: "idk if u did this maybe like a cute little human doing cute things w a big scary monster and they know that they could kill tjem super easily but they still love them and everything despite the strength/size difference" and ofc I couldn't refuse<3 Nothing like good ol' size difference istg. The monster of choice is a werewolf. If we're going classic, we're going classic. I love running errands with people so I decided this would be a great prompt lol?? IDK I can re-write this if you want kennedy cuz this ain't my best work :3! HOPEFULLY there aren't that many incosistencies dude cuz-

CW: SIZE DIFFERENCE!!!, established relationship, vulnerabilty???, (petnames: little one, lovely), brief mentions of werewolf sex, other than that SFW

wc: 763

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Walking hand in hand with him you couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky you were. Your eyes drifted to him as he scratched his chin. The beautiful fur he was sporting was radiating a pleasant, warm smell and the sun was hitting his form just right to make you fall in love all over again. For a moment you forgot where you were going.

The shop was a short distance away from your house and given the nice weather you decided to take the walk. The streets were bustling with people despite the sun almost setting. The produce you had to buy were too heavy for you to carry all by yourself so you decided to employ your boyfriend, who in addition to being freakishly strong also valued quality time spent together. 

He was usually a quiet person, never showing any strong emotions aside from occasional anger when something wasn’t going his way. Today wasn’t any different. His stoic face had his usual expression on, impassive and even, uninterested. You were talking to him as he nodded along humming occasionally to show his engagement. 

Despite his demeanour, he was enjoying his time with you. You were picking through the apples you planned to take home with you, looking for the perfect ones. You didn’t realise how menacing he looked, looming over your much shorter form. You, of course, understood people being scared of your boyfriend. He was almost 8’2” which made anyone pocket-sized to him. 

You walked along the dairy aisle while he was pushing the shopping cart along. “We should get the regular milk this time.” You said putting the carton into the cart. “You always drink oat though?” He spoke up, questioning you. “You need your protein to maintain your muscles, you know.” He nodded, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I’m not losing them any time soon, little one.” You walked to the next aisle. He continued. “After all, who will help you with your groceries if I become thin and frail?” He put his hand on the small of his back and leaned forward to simulate the hypothetical situation. You rolled your eyes playfully. Something ignited within you. A joke? From him? That was… unusual

You continued your shopping trip with a sweet treat for both of you that he paid for in the end. For a beast that had to chain himself up during the full moon he was a gentleman. 

Once during a full moon he broke out of the chains and scared the ever-loving shit out of you when he burst into your shared bedroom in his fully transformed form with a foaming snout and eyes so predatory you felt like a bunny being chased through the woods, only at his mercy. He didn’t have bloodlust on his mind this time though and after a moment of standing in the threshold he lunged towards you and ravaged you that night like a man starved. 

The next day he, of course, apologised for his behaviour and massaged all the areas that were sore. You mentioned once or twice that you’d love for him to break the chain once more but he categorically denied you access to him when the full moon was in the sky. He was so, so scared of breaking you because he knew how delicate human bodies were, not used to knots and all the other parts of being with a werewolf. 

Your mind came back from reminiscing and focused on the type of flour you had to purchase for your baking endeavours. “Why are you so distracted lovely?” He lowered his face to your ear as he didn’t want anyone to hear you. He knew exactly what had you so preoccupied. Your face got hotter for a moment but you regained your composure. “Cookies are best made with coarse-grained flour right?” You smiled innocently. 

The cashier looked horrified with the amount of items on the conveyor belt. You send them an apologetic look and began bagging your items. Just before you finished your boyfriend pulled out his card and pressed it onto the reader. You insisted on paying him back for at least half of your shared groceries but he refused to listen to you.

“Not only are you stubborn but also extremely helpful.” You said with faux exasperation as he took all of the bags into his hands. “Oh no! Whatever will I do now that you’ve upset me so badly?” You beamed. He warmed up to you enough to make jokes, a rarity for him.

“I might have a few ideas…”

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[drabblesandimagines]

could i request something with leon and a reader with lots and lots of energy? like i imagine reader jumping around the house for some reason and leon trying to keep up with that energy. that would be so cute idk 😩

Okay, I must apologise because I fear this went waaaay off topic, but I immediately thought of nervous energy and this fluffy bit came out. I hope you still enjoy it - please let me know!

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Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship

Leon smiles as you finally perch down on the edge of the sofa besides him, moving to slip his arm around your shoulders and pull you in for a cuddle – loves it when you nuzzle into his chest - only for you to get to your feet once more, walking over to the opposite sofa to straighten up the cushions.

You’ve had non-stop energy all day and, thinking back on it, he swears you’d even ate breakfast and lunch without sitting down once. It started with you being out of bed before him, usually an impossible task with his internal 6am alarm clock. He’d often left you tucked up in bed after a kiss on the forehead before he went for his morning run, knowing full well you still wouldn’t be awake on his return.

He’d be a liar though if he didn’t admit that he was still recovering from the Alcatraz incident – some of those bruises were still healing, making him groan like an old man sometimes if he’d sat in one position too long. More recently, and aided by a period of leave from the DSO, he’d been enjoying the lazier starts you were now getting to share, waking up only enough to nuzzle his face into your neck, a few soft kisses here and there, and spooning you into the mid-morning.

No such treat that morning, though. By the time he’d lugged himself down the stairs, you’d mopped the kitchen floor and been to the grocery store whilst it dried.

“What can I do, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, thanks. All under control.” You beam, multitasking up a storm in front of him. You poured him a cup of coffee from the machine and turned back to the stove where you were somehow already cooking him breakfast, a cake was baking away in the oven, all whilst mentioning something about how you were holding off on vacuuming until he was awake. He's a bit in awe at your energy levels today – though it was true he had a few years older than you, he didn’t think it was to this much of an extent. Next, you’d vacuumed all of the rooms, shaking your head at his offer to do them, thinking you were just being a little too particular on the way you liked them done, and when you washed the windows, dusted the surfaces, cleaned the bathroom… But as 5pm rolled closer, he finally realizes what it is, cursing himself internally.

“Sweetheart…” he trails off as you decide the cushion needs a little more fluffing up, now bashing it against your thighs into submission.

“Uh-huh?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just, you know, finessing.” You place the cushion down, eyes scanning the rest of the living room. Did you miss that dust on the entertainment console? You were sure you’d ran that fluffy duster everywhere. It’s fine, there’s cloth dusters under the sink – maybe that would be better – and whilst you’re in the kitchen, you should definitely double-check the ice drawer again, just to make sure you definitely have enough ice…

As you head towards the kitchen, you stop a moment and adjust the bowl of tortilla chips by a fraction of an inch. It’s Leon’s birthday celebration, so you’ve laid out your best snack spread, including two huge bowls of homemade guacamole – a family recipe that has never not once been a hit when you’ve rolled it out – but now you’re not sure it’s enough.  It’s not Leon’s actual birthday either as he never wants a fuss, no balloons and definitely no banners – reminds him too much of his evening at the RPD HQ - but after Alcatraz, Chris, Jill, Claire, Rebecca and he had stayed in regular contact and somehow what was going to be beers at a bar had escalated into a little gathering at his to celebrate his birthday… and for them to meet you.

Leon has other ideas as you head towards the kitchen and your mind’s too focused to see him poised as you go to walk past. He grabs hold of your wrist and suddenly you find yourself on his lap after a firm and gentle tug, his other arm now wrapped tightly around your waist and keeping you in place.

“You’re nervous.”

“I’m not.” So what if your leg is bouncing up and down on the spot? He lets go of your wrist then, places his palm flat on your thigh and stills it.

 “Liar. You’ve been on the go since dawn – I’m tired just watching you.”

“Fine, maybe I’m a little nervous.” You relent – could never resist those blue eyes of his. “You’ve never invited friends round here before, let alone had a birthday party and I want everything to be perfect.”

He smiles – the one you know that precedes a corny line. “It is already perfect because you’re here.”

You roll your eyes.

“Seriously – they’ll like you, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You’ve heard of them from his stories – little snippets he’ll share from his work. They’re all so strong, and brave, and clever…

“Because I love you.”

You still go weak at that knees when he tells you those words – he sounds as sincere as the first time he said it. You lean forward then, kissing him deeply. His hand rubs up and down your back as you do, making all the anxious thoughts stop for a moment as you focus on him and his touch alone.

You pull back after a moment and take in his soft, lovestruck expression, placing a hand on his cheek.

 “I still think I should make another bowl of guacamole, though. Just in case.”

“You’ve already made two huge servings, sweetheart - we’re good.”

And, when Chris takes another heaving scoop of it atop his tortilla chip later that evening, it’s Leon’s turn to relent.

--

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[somuchwatersoclosetohome]

good morning good morning good morning a la hugo

ok i'm going to try and dump as much as i can remember about last night before i need to head out for today but i will definitely forget things so this might be a 2-parter

warning this is SO LONG i apologise in advance

✨ it's almost time to say goodbye, ta-ta and fare thee well, it's almost time to bring the curtain down... ✨

spoilers for stage/fright 04/04

le general observations

we are officially in last weekend territory

turns out i was sat next to miranda hennessy's husband but i was too shy to say anything hur hur

also turns out we were sat behind 4 empty house seats that were reserved for sir ian and co. but he didn't come 😔 imagine that

hahaha oh dear my bf was SO BAFFLED BY THE ENTIRE THING he even asked @silverview why do you find this funny 😭 i gotta actually credit you for not completely outing my rs appreciation 🙇‍♀️ so yea turns out it's still just my dad that i can count on irl to stan in9 with me

act 1

ok now i've had it incepted in my head that there's sexual tension between anna francolini and reece's character in the opening theatre scene I CAN'T UNSEE IT I'M DIGGING IT

idk if she's done this every time but this was the first time that i was sat on the right-hand side of the auditorium and when anna goes to spend a penny tonight she mimed walking down the stairs behind the rows of seats and that got a good laugh ahahah

in BCDR they'd obviously forgotten to put the bag of hats for the interview sketch in the right place on stage so steve has to disappear off stage for a few seconds like "give me a sec" to go and retrieve it!! ha

other ppl have noticed this but i feel like reece has definitely dialled up tommy over the course of the run so that tommy is actually now more physical and funny as well as cantankerous haha... the "not about the crisps" line has definitely got more exaggerated each time

i'm always just in awe of how much emotion they both manage to put into this one night after night. the "you almost died len" is just always ☹️ loud crying

kidnappers scene

ok well this has to have its own section for this episode right? i could do a whole separate POST about this bc the hostage was fucKING SIR IAN MCKELLEN

this is also probably the sole section that my bf enjoyed bc he likes LOTR lmao

where do i even start, there were so many gems in this section that i will definitely forget something excellent

i mean when len says "tell him what you've been in", sir ian just puts his hands behind his head and says "where do i start" lmaoo man knows he's a king

when they first take off the hood obviously the audience goes wild and starts screaming and hollering

when he's listing off the things he's been in(!) he looks at len and says "you look like the sort of person that goes to the theatre" and steve does his exaggerated barry baggs nodding ahaha, and then he looks at tommy and says "you look like the sort of person that stays in and watches tv"

len obviously knows him from the lord of the rings, aka the lord of the minge / the whore of the kings

there's a whole gag about both sir ian and reece both having done the dressers, where reece/tommy is like "i think you were better than me" and sir ian replies "yes i think i probably was" 😭😭😭

when reece/tommy does his lil bunny hops about knowing how to answer a phone, sir ian looks out into the crowd and is like "the acting you get on this stage..." semi-sarcastically

the whole phone call situation was unbelievable. sir ian just straight up says "i don't do spanish" hahaha, and then was like "geordie is really hard, can i do welsh?" to which his credit he did an ok job of

when he does the flamenco he literally stands up to TAKE HIS DRESSING GOWN OFF and obviously everyone is going wild again and then mimes starting to take his shirt off ahaha

he actually does a pretty mean flamenco and even some (and i can't believe i'm saying these words in relation to sir ian mckellen) booty shaking

the trumpet does work!! it makes sounds... a little toot was heard

the improv song went something like "i love you, you love me, you are mine, inside number 9" to which everyone inc. reece and steve were like !!! awww

at one point reece just fully says "this [his mustache] is falling off"

when len goes to the kitchen and asks if he's hungry, sir ian fully just gets a banana out of the dressing gown pocket and starts eating it on stage??? and then throws the skin out into the front row for someone to catch??? imagine that. i'd be framing that banana skin

he then does a TON of audience work lmao, starting with "how much have you all paid to be here?"

"i could be at home watching reruns of my work"

his chat goes on so long that len literally comes on over the speakers like "oh sir ian, i wonder what would happen if you went in that wardrobe" bc he was not showing ANY signs of getting up to look in there 😂😂😂

he does that gag and the second time is like "oh i wonder if i should check again", and going in is like "if this is the last time i see you all, goodbye"

at one point he does mention sir derek jacobi and said something like we've done a lot of work together or smth?? whatever he said made me think MAYBE sir derek is going to be one of the final hostages???

len actually doesn't go crazy w/ the celery today? no falling to his knees in any case LOL but it still cracks reece up ofc ofc

sir ian's parting words for the boys - "i come from the legitimate side of the entertainment industry... the next time you come to the wyndham's at the stage door i hope they say... YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" cue everyone losing their shit

when they throw the body down the stairs one of the shoes flies off and reece sort of nudges it before their shrug. idk man it was funny

act 2

this is broadly the same as i have seen it, though i'm almost sure reece nearly breaks after his 'good morning' entrance... in any case he's definitely smiling

i feel like the bit where hugo's sat somewhat sprawled on that stool (🥵 ahem) and says "comfy?" to suzette has definitely been dialled up

the line when hugo comes back in and is like "you want a second opinion do you, take me through the case file", the way reece delivers this is just SO GOOD it's so funny

the leg amputation took WAY longer than usual, idk if there was something up?? so anyway the "almost done" line was funnier than it usually is and suzette even had to adlib some new lines to cover up this section haha

the "get away" to abby is a great addition and always gets a good laugh

steve breaking 😭😭 i was looking out for the point where he misses his cue more this time and it's just so well done

okAY i did finally catch the line about mincing about outside the stage door this time LOL...

... but alas still did not catch toby's line before the light falls

stage door

it was nice to finally see you @misskite!!! the dedication is unreal

this went suuuuper quick bc the line was actually super long. they did get a lot of gifts but i'm surprised more ppl didn't have flowers?? seeing as i'll be mighty surprised if they come out after either of today's shows. saying that i also didn't bring flowers lol BUT already gifted them stuff way earlier in the run

and then omg once they'd finished and walked back down that lane towards their taxi reece says 'see you tomorrow' to the group of us standing there LOL perceived

and then steve starts blowing tons of air kisses at everyone??? like i said before, pembo oppa is the fanservice master and i'll have nothing else said about it

if that's the last time i see them (until september lol) then 💓💓💓 what a treat and a joy and a privilege

[khathir-bowl]

Spn s8 im already enjoying it, WHAT THE FLIP HAPPENED TO CAS?!?! I NEED TO KNOW, but im tryna balance between watching and practicing anontomy and then break it again to make it stylistic YAAAYYY.

Ep 1 -whos Mr. 2nd big blue eyes?? BETTER QUESTION WHERE IS MR. 1ST BIG BLUE EYE?? WHERE IS CAS??

-Benny the vamp

-oh wow their hugging hugging.

-a pretty lady and a dog, wait wait HES LEAVING THEM??? ATLEAST A GOODBYE WOULD BE GOOD MAN.

-WHAT DO U MEAN CAS DIDNT MAKE IT?!?!

-"I saw enough" so did cas spiral or sacrifice himself??

-sam leaving the hunting behind because he realised this is what made him lose everyone he considered family.

-no joke Sam didnt even know where to start like come on dean you bro just saw you and cas poof and dissappear, how is he supposed to look for you???

-dean you have paternal more like maternal actually love for your brother, your brother feel like your his parent there is a difference man. Your love for him is strong, his is too but not as much. As they say it in my culture (the mothers love for her children is stronger than the children's love for her).

-Sams hair is so pretty its the perfect length.

-yea sam shouldn't have done that um...like bro keep the phone that kevin knows with you.

-Im guessing this is dean and bennys first meeting.

-pls let there be more pergatory scenes i need to know what happened.

-I get the no dogs in the car their smell is strong, BUT ARE WE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THE DON RULE?? I need to know how that became a rule.

-oh nice they're talking about it instead of saying it was bad or something like that.

-I like Benny I want to have his cool.

-hes looking for cas omg dude ditched you and your running after him.

-she going to make a blood call to crowley right.

-yup I think she did. poor girl got possessed cuz she dated the dude in high-school.

-sick! they can lock em all up.

-good on sam for apologising to kevin and finding a smooth way to convince him to help them.

-trying to find the words to explain my feelings about the Benny and dean phone call. It feels like a situationship but without the sexual or romantic attraction just survival and mutual benefit plus maybe platonic love???(my aroace perspective is giving me this vibe idk).

-WAIT WAIT WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN SAM FINDS OUT HIS OLDER BRO HAD A NON-SEXUAL/ROMANTIC SITUATIONSHIP WITH A VAMP?!??! BY THE LOOKS OF IT DEAN IS STILL ATTACHED TO BENNY AND SAME GOES THE OTHER WAY AROUND.

Ep 2 -she was just tryna do her job bro.

-kevin is so real after all of that i would wanna see my mama too.

-i love Kevin's mom.

-THE INTERROGATION PARALLELS ARE GOOD I LIKE THAT SCENE.

-SHE HIT HIM!! bobby would have loved seeing crowley get hit by a middle aged Asian mom, the respect he would have for her after that.

-i NEED to know what happened to cas bro.

-dean always thinking the best of cas.

-ooh so he was tryna protect dean okay okay.

-my friends told me about cosco they always praise it.

-no joke i wonder how dean learned to pick pocket like was it from the movies he watched??

-WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT A MOTHERS LOVE BEFORE BUT STILL OMG HER OWN SOUL!?!?!

-lol they really built it up on crowley then were like yeah no you got no soul love.

-burning it is actually smart i didnt even think of that.

-SAM IS WIELDING MEULNEAR?!!! (i am too lazy to search it if i even wrote it correctly thats what leg day does to a person).

-"where'd you get 5/8 of a virgin". Peak writing.

-oh wow crowleys smoke is red.

-i mean its kinda true but its more like people keep sacrificing themselves for the brothers.

-crowley said toodles, your evil and love to rage bait.

-CAS??? WHAT?!?!

(I found these photos of hugh jackman on Pinterest while looking for reference photos)

(I need to re-practice male anontomy tmr cuz the female is easy and quick plus I got it done today, but ill still practice it too tmr).

[filmbyjy]

COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

EIGHTEEN - jake’s rizz

WARNING: uh. idk if there is any? let me know I’ll edit this chapter to add it in

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you couldn’t lie, your heart dropped the moment jake sent those very mysterious and ominous texts. it scared you and you did not look forward to the final results. what if he was going to scold you again? no, what if he was gonna cut your pay? you needed to buy a new outfit for your sister’s wedding soon. actually, you didn’t have to buy a new one, you have plenty of outfits that would look nice if you just figured out a combination to put together. however, where is the fun in that? new clothes always made everyone look fresh!

as a wise man (named park jongseong) would say. either ways, you shouldn’t worry about this. you looked straight down your phone and shot a quick ‘okay, sir’ text to jake. which you realised, why are you even putting effort to the man who was blatantly being mean to you? right, he has the authority and the source of your income. now, imagine jake being your sugar daddy-

wait. where did that come from? god, you were long gone.

you had quickly put on your shirt and pants, threw your hair in a ponytail (or if you have short hair, just a half ponytail) then left your home with your valuables. the drive to jake’s house wasn’t that far, he lived in a gated community with a really sweet security guard guarding the gates. his neighbours were a sweet elderly couple who lived with their cat and dog. very cute. they were super adorable too. when you started working from home at jake’s house, the elderly couple actually thought you were jake’s girlfriend.

they meant no harm but it still got your heart tugging a little. they apologised for the slight mistake and kept complimenting you and jake about how sweet he was and that you and him would definitely look like a cute couple. either ways, you made it and parked at the street outside of his home. a two-storey home that not only looked cozy but was cozy inside too. well, until you enter his office and room. that place is completely so cold in some way. maybe it was the way the furnitures were just industrial and his bed was a huge king sized bed where he was alone.

“oh, (name) sweetie.” the elderly lady smiles. you smiled and bowed at her.

“hello Mrs.Matilda, are you out here to view the outside and just chill?” you asked her.

she laughs, “oh dear, it’s as per usual. my husband is currently sleeping so i don’t want to disturb him. you look different in a casual outfit, you look so sweet and innocent. are you here to babysit layla again? i am sure, jaeyun is home today though?”

“ah, umm he asked me to see him so i am here for him today.”

“oh? you youngsters have a very different way asking people out for dates. back in my day, my husband just surprises me with a bouquet of flowers and asks me out.” she laughs heartily.

“oh, umm. he isn’t asking me out-”

“Mrs.Matilda, you’re awake.” jake says. you turned to look at him. he smiles at Mrs.Matilda. his outer appearance looks way different than how he is normally at work. in fact, he really looked like a puppy. his hair down with bangs covering his forehead. the way he tilted his head in curiosity and the pout he had, god he was so adorable.

“oh, jaeyun dear.” Mrs.Matilda smiles at jake. jake goes over to hand her some biscuits.

“my mom came over yesterday and made these. she wanted to give it to you yesterday but you weren’t around when she wanted to pass it you.”

“oh my, thank your mom for these. my husband will definitely love this even more.”

“any time.” jake turns to you. “let’s go in.” he grabs your hand and pulls you in gently. your eyes widened because he literally intertwined your hand with his. hands clasped and everything. not a single warning???

Mrs.Matilda smiles as she watches this and you could only look at her confused as jake pulls you inside his home.

jake brings you inside his home and you were instantly greeted by Layla. She wags her tail happily once she sees you, she also barks happily and tries to jump on you. it makes your heart burst at how adorable she was.

“aww, what good girl~” you cooed at layla as you gave her a bunch scratches and pats seemingly forgetting jake was there.

jake on the other hand, seemed to have just watched you. it gets his heart racing a little. seeing his two favourite girls-

ehem, his favourite girl and uhh. okay, who was he lying to? his favourite girl and the girl he likes interacting.

“oh, right. why did you call me here?” you asked jake.

jake’s brain short-circuits. he just realised you weren’t in your normal secretary smart outfit that you usually wore. instead you were in something casual. you looked so domestic. very wifey material.

“uh. right.” jake points to heaps of papers. “I need help clearing that. I-I know this is your day off but-”

“don’t worry. I’ll help. I understand it’s hard being a CEO and clearing all this approval letters and stuff.”

“right. I also need help with this project i’m working on with umm jay. he said he placed the research in the file so like I just need some help reviewing it. since it’s better to have two pairs of eyes to like get opinions.” jake says.

“mmm, alright. let’s get to work, I guess.” you say.

just as you scanned the many files and papers on jake’s desk, you can’t help but feel him stare into your soul. it was obvious he was staring at you but for what? you didn’t know.

“mr.sim, are you okay? is there something wrong with my face?”

jake’s eyes widened, “no not at all. I just umm…can you not call me mr.sim when we’re alone like this?”

it went dead silent after he said that.

“umm but you’re my boss?”

“we aren’t technically in the office right now and we’re the same age?”

“yeah, but you’re still my boss.”

jake sighs, “okay then. as your boss, I want you to just call me jake when we’re outside of the office.”

you wanted to say something but jake cuts you off, “I will cut your pay if you call me mr.sim or sir when it’s just us.”

you quickly shut your mouth after. you knew was joking about cutting your pay but like in some way, it sounded really real.

“okay, s- jake.”

“mmm, good girl.”

you froze.

DID JAKE JUST CALL YOU A GOOD GIRL??

a/n: OHOHOHO >:) sim jaeyun you naughty naughty 😈

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[voidcalledfinch]

Logging back into my account for a stupid little DC/Jason Todd headcanon

If this has been done before, I do apologise, I'm new to the fandom I just have Jason Todd brainrot and I need to scream into the void.

Anyway, everyone thinks that Red Hood is trans.

In all honesty, it's understandable why there's a misunderstanding. Between the cryptic background and Jason going around saying "the person I was before is dead" or "I used to go by a different name, but I chose this one because it's more me" when questioned about where the name Red Hood came from and why he chose it. Jason finds himself stupid that he doesn't catch on earlier.

Maybe it was a gossip-y small time criminal that thought he clocked him or wanted to cause a little drama, or maybe it was two younger criminals (kids) who were struggling with their own sexuality or questioning their gender and wanted someone else to look up to. Either way, it seemed like everyone 'knew' the Red Hood was trans. Except for the Red Hood.

He does, however, notice a bit more transphobia flying around, especially in casual conversation. Side comments, misgendering him in conversation before 'apologising' or acting surprised that 'someone like him' can take over the criminal underworld so quickly. He kills them, obviously. He's not a monster, and despite how much he likes to torment his replacement and dislikes his existence, Tim probably deals with a lot and doesn't need transphobic criminals talking bad about him (he'd never admit that he did that for Tim though).

It's not until trans visibility day that Jason realises the rumours flying around about him. A random criminal sees him doing whatever he does when he's not killing people and the following interaction happens;

Random guy: happy trans day, dude.

Jason:

Jason: what?

Random guy: happy.. you know its trans day of visibility today right? We didn't think you'd want a party or something.

Jason: *visibly confused*

Random guy: Wait- are you trans the other way? I didn't mean to misgender you, it's just that you always refer to yourself as a guy so we all figured- please don't kill me

Jason: we?! Who's we?!

Random guy: idk man.. woman? I'm sorry if we were digging too much, I didn't think-

The poor man is panicking and thinking he had been misgendering the Red Hood for years and he's about to be killed, his body about to disappear or strung up as a warning. He sends several prayers to every higher power he can think of.

Jason: *finally realising what is happening* I'm not trans.

Random Guy: what? you're not?

Jason: ...no. Why did you think that? I mean, I'm not.. against trans people I'm not offended or anything but.. what?

Random Guy: idk man, you're cryptic about your past and you say very.. trans edgy teenager things. You sound like my younger brother.

Jason: *Just sighs and knows he has a lot of cleaning up to do*

The next several conversations Jason has includes a segment of him convincing everyone he's in fact not trans and must admit he's simply an edgy teenager he could never be (because he was dead).

The conversations after a few months, however, does make him realise that he's nonbinary and he ends up experimenting in his free time. The following year, he accepts the "happy trans day" from his friends.

[quantifiableconnections]

I just finished watching Skam (Norway) today and let’s just say I’m not kidding when I say this is one of the BEST shows I’ve ever watched. I did take a lot of time to watch all the seasons (spanning over one year) but I enjoyed each and every moment of it. Well, some a little less than others. Hence, I have some thoughts and please forgive my yapping.

Okay so Season 1. I actually liked it quite a lot. The acting was good, and it gave a nice start to the whole story.

The getting together of the girls was the highlight obviously, but I really liked the portrayal of Eva in this, as a kind of lost teenager who doesn’t have a lot of direction in her life and is mostly dependent on her boyfriend.

I did think the Isak plot line in this was a little badly done, but I guess it was necessary for the big reveal in the end.

I think the fact that Eva was able to resolve things with Ingrid was very unrealistic, considering they had literally been besties and she basically stole her man. But really idk.

Talking about Jonas, he was majorly gaslighting Eva during the season so I think their relationship was a little immature. Classic right person wrong time.

Penetrator Chris is SO HOT. Especially in that mf smoky eye makeup istg. But he’s a giant asshole and we do not support him.

Season 2. Okay. First let’s start with the showstealer. Eskild my man. I don’t think Eskild is appreciated enough in the whole series but I absolutely love him!! He is so mature, and is such a good friend. I love the dynamic between him and Noora and even him and Linn.

Now let’s address the elephant in the room because why not? I did not like Noorhelm all that much. William never had much of a character development and we never get to see him expressing a lot of emotions. I forever stand by the opinion that Noora was too good for him. Many people talk about William’s support of Noora’s decision to not have sex, but really, that’s like settling for the bare minimum that can be expected from a decent person.

I think the dickhead of a brother had more personality than William. So in conclusion, season 2 did not really impress me but I’d watch it again for Eskild.

Eva hooking up with Chris?? The guy she cheated on her ex with? Can’t say I like this.

Season 3 is SO well done. There’s no question about it. I love Isak’s slow acceptance of his sexuality. From being a closeted gay guy who made homophobic comments to fit in, to a happy and out gay guy in a relationship.

Absolutely adore the boys. Jonas, Mahdi, Magnus. I especially loved Magnus and his take on the whole situation.

Eskild coming in and stealing the show yet again?!!

Emma and Sonja are VICTIMS. As much as I love Evak, they fucked their girlfriends over pretty bad and I hate them for it. Also, Emma is soooooooooo pretty.

The story of Even. His whole character portrayal. The picturisation of his mental issues. Chef’s kiss.

Minute by minute??? Are you trying to kill me here??? It is SO wholesome and they both have matured so much, especially Isak, dealing with his sexuality plus his boyfriend’s mental issues so delicately.

Their chemistry. Their chemistry. Their chemistry.

Sonja should NOT have apologised.

Overall, this season is tied with the fourth as my favourite.

Season 4. Sana is my favourite character hands down. She is portrayed so well, we see all her insecurities, beliefs so beautifully.

Yousana is my favourite couple. Evak is a close second.

The understanding between them, the intellectual conversations, the level of maturity. Just wondrous.

I did think the whole situation with the russ bus was overdone. I never really understood why Sana was so involved with it in the first place. This could easily have been summed up in one episode leaving time for more Yousana development.

Yousef is such a green flag omg. He’s literally the cutest out of all skam boys( my opinion). I just wish he had more screen time.

Elias and Sana??? Whatever bits and pieces we got to see of their relationship were GOLD.

I. Love. My. Girls. So. Much. I just wish Sana was shown interacting more with all of them, not just Noora. Also Yousef and Noora working together to thaw Sana??

I canNOT stress this enough. Yousef and Sana are the best couple ( besides Evak obviously). The chemistry, the flirting, everything was done so right that it got me blushing furiously through the screen. And they managed to do all this without showing any kind of physical contact. Just lovely. The way they counter each other’s opinions with such delicacy and respect makes me believe that they are definitely going to last.

The situation with Even and Mikael and all the balloon squad boys should have been given more screen time.

The way Sana’s faith and her relationship with her family were handled are commendable. We see the dilemma, the cogs of her brain working, and how she accepts her fate and doesn’t sway from her beliefs. I strongly believe that her and Yousef will handle their differences maturely and still come out to be a strong couple.

I SWEAR SHE AND I ARE SOULMATES?????? Cutest shit I’ve ever seen.

Sana and Isak’s friendship means so much to me. In Season 3, we see her rising above her opinions and respecting homosexuality. Here we see Isak figuring Sana out and helping her see beyond her strong opinions. And wdym Sana??? You are best buds.

Okay. The last episode. I absolutely loved it. It’s one of the best season finales I’ve ever watched. We go into the lives of all the girls and some of the guys too. I literally teared up at the Eskild and Linn part!!( idk why they still address Chris as penetrator Chris when his face is literally on the screen like people we know it’s not our girl?? Idk I find it extremely funny). I wish they had shown more of Vilde and Chris’ friendship in the past and not just the final episode. The Even part was absolutely incredible. His insecurities, his fears, and we see him pacifying Isak and not the other way around. Yousef texting Sana from Turkey?? And saying he’ll take her there?? My heart melted.

I literally don’t think Noorhelm is going to last long even though they have reconciled. Something just seems off. Joneva is back??? Didn’t really like the buildup but I guess they could be a good couple as they are more mature than the last time.

Okay. So that sums it up more or less. My favourite was season 4, closely followed by season 3. My favourite characters were Sana and Eskild, they were just so amazing. I related to Sana fiercely all through the show.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk. Feel free to give your own opinions please!!!!

[soobibabe]

tubatu world domination

6 members - 6 active

soobin: do you guys ever think about beomgyu: no

soobin: damn can i FINISH my STATEMENT

you: to be fair you were typing like a snail i saw it with my own eyes

kai: i think what you were thinking soobin

soobin: thanks kai

yeonjun: wym 'saw it with my own eyes' ??? YOURE WITH HIM@:@::#*# PKSIMABOUT TOTHROW UP

you: i told you guys i was gonna go to the mall today ?

beomgyu: guys man or bear hehehhhhehehhhheeh>.<<<<<

taehyun: y/n reply to my dm pls.

yeonjun: WHENE DID YIU TELL US YOU WERE GOING TO THE MALLLLWHY DOES SOOBIN GET TO GO EITH YOU

soobin: because im just cunty like that. lolz

you: @gyu ummm probably bear

beomgyu: HEHHEEHHEH you want me so bad

kai: what kind of bear

taehyun: y/n?

you: guys isnt that so weird!!! a blank chat keeps popping up!!!???

soobin: your phones probably broken

brokxn like me... 🥀

yeonjun: i could take a bear

beomgyu: no thx peace and love but FOK no

kai: why isnt anyone questioning this odd taehyun behavior

you: who behavior?? never heard of it sry

yeonjun: taehyun like taehyun your bandmate... early dementia signs i fear now ditch soobin lets go get you checked up ^.^ beomgyu: shes upset because tyun said he was too busy to go out with her today

soobin:

taehyun: i really was busy. pdnim called me in for a meeting about the next Academy Reincarnation season.

you: k

soobin: me personally if i got hit with a k by txts silliest member i would kms lowk

beomgyu: NAWWWW ME TOOO

yeonjun: i'd get hard idk

kai: can we put him on a speaking ban again

yeonjun: PLSEASEESESESE NOOOOOO I'KK STOP PLS LAST TIME WAS HORRRRIBLE

beomgyu: why hasnt soobin gotten one yet hes always talking anf talking anf talking and talking AND HES A NERD LIKE DAMN!!!!!!!!!! PICK A STUGGLE!!!!!!!!!!

soobin: yk youre so nice to me when were alone...

yeonjun: 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

kai: 👀

taehyun: y/n reply to me me and i'll buy you whatever you want from prada

you: im their ambassador you twat

taehyun: right, yes sorry i forgot how about i bring you flowers and [your favourite food] to the dorm later?

you: deal

kai: HEY WTF ITS THST EASY? the last time you were mad at me you didnt talk to me for a whole SIX HOURS EVEN AFTER I APOLOGISED ON MY KNEES

beomgyu: guys if you weren't already an idol under bighit which bts member would you date

you: all 7

taehyun: jungkook

soobin: jin no wait hobi lowkey he's a cutie

beomgyu: you have to choose ONE y/n

yeonjun: jimin or tae kook is cool but i probably wouldn't be able to handle his fans

you: no ur so right actually i could not handle dating another idol LMFAOO

soobin: ???? wdym i spoke with ur mum already she gave me her blessings we can date :3 even as idols heheheheh you: she did not

soobin: did tooooooo

you: nuh uh when did you even meet her

taehyun: he's lying i was there

yeonjun: hahaha liar liar pants on fire

you: when the hell did you guys meet my mom

kai: well SOMEONE left us on a cliffhanger last week and didn't tell us who she was dating so we did the next best thing...

you: SAYYYT YOURE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW OMG IS THAT WHY MY MOTHER HAS BEEN SPAMMING MY PHONE ABOUT "COMING HOME FOR KIMCHI" ? CAUSE SHE KNOWS I DONT EVEN FW KIMCHI LIKE THAT

yeonjun:yea!!!!!!! tell them queen!!!!!!! why did you guys not invite me. fake fucks.

you: WHAT DID SHE EVEN SAY

soobin: something about how she thought you were a lesbian so she doesn't even know what we're talking about

you: well shes not half wrong

taehyun: anywho she did NOT give ANY blessings to anyone however she did say that you were getting older and needed to get more serious about future planning cause all you put your effort into is work

soobin: that was basically her speaking in maternal code for "hey you can marry my daughter once contracts are terminated" trust me id know

kai: maternal code?

soobin: yep im an expert

beomgyu: what the fuck does that even mean

soobin:

taehyun: sometimes i wonder about the state of your mental wellbeing soobin: you just need to match my 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 you wouldn't get it. yeonjun: taehyun gets our freak soobin 💯 he's the one who suggested recording the killa with our shirts off.. fucking freak

you: i suggested that actually :3 but tyun suggested the lights off for tinnitus

yeonjun: Y/N MY PRETTY PRINCESS QUEEN DARLING DEAR I DIDNT MEAN IT I SWEAR THAT WAS THE BESSSSSST SUGGESTION EVER THANK YOU FOR SAYING THAT IM SORRY

beomgyu: you make me sick beomgyu left tubatu world domination kai: never a moment of peace in this household…

A/N: this has been marinating in my drafts and i HATE it but i need to get rid of it 🤔🤔🙏🏼💯🔥 pls accept this scrap cause i may be a little burnt out 😭😭🤣🤣😜👊

[h7jfangirl]

TGS UPTADE 🎩✨

Ten years... Ten fucking years happend after tgs first page

After all this time, at least for a momento we were thinking about how the 'first revelation' moment would be, who would be the first person to discorve Dr Henry Jekyll's darkest secret? The real truth beahind Mr Hyde?

We though about Laynon, because he is the main love interest of the story and also a protagonist himself

We though about Rachel because she cares so much about Mr Hyde

We though about Jasper because he may understand Henry's situation

And we though about Frankestein

And today, Monday 12, 2024. We finally have the anwser

She really said 'New grandson unlocked'

Victoria Frankestein, was the one who had the honor to be the first person to know about Dr Jekyll's secret, a secret he is been keeping inside for two whole years, a secret so delicate that could destroy his life in the wrong hands...

But Frankestein isn't the wrong person, maybe not the best netheir but not the worse

And this is how the chapter ends, and by Sage's words we can tell we are getting closer to the CLIMAX of the whole story.

If we think about it, in this moment she dosen't have any idea of who Mr Hyde is. For her, Henry just suddenly transfromed into a blonde with green eyes

She could think anything right now! Here some ideas

Frankestein would think that Edward is the real scientist/person and Henry's identity it's his experiment, something that Hyde may like it a little too much...

Frankestein thinks that Henry made a experiment to change the body's looks and she is fascisnated with it because it's perfectly done

Frankestein understands that Henry is Hyde but thinks he did this to himself just to impress her, and she would feel proud for turning Jekyll in the 'right path' of the mad scientist

Or maybe she dosen't even think that's actually Henry but that she found some kind of random creature that take's others indentitys

Whatever she though on that moment, it will not go anywhere because Creature is right there, and they met Hyde before

Creature will explain who Mr Hyde is to Frankestein, so that's the moment when she will realise that Henry it's not the man she belive he was (Maybe she will apologise for her behaviour towards him) or idk, this looks like the start of their official 'redemption arc' in their relationship, where both characters finally can understand each other in a real way

Think about it, Henry will not have to pretend being 'the perfect doctor' that he thinks he needs to be with everyone, something that Frankestein hated of him even before he could even talk to her. Now, Henry may have someone that can understand him completely and knows whats the real hell is been through all this time, that remenber, he is been going through this all by himself without anyone to actually talk to.

Think on a more positive light, it would be sweet to see Frankie treating Jekyll and Hyde nice like she does with the logders, or mostly Hyde (Not hating Jekyll really, Hyde is just happend to be her favorite) and the rest of the society seeing it like;

The logders: oh, They are getting along now!

Robert: oh no, they are getting along now

But well, whatever that happens I just hope THIS IS GONNA BE AMAZING AAAAA

Okay, good bye now! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

[bonesandthebees]

Okay fuck it. I think scrolling for hours today is enough DJFKGKFK I'll just log back out. I wanna focus my energy on more positive things

Im so gonna log back in the minute my friend sends me another tweet but HDKGKGKD no. I will do my best. He's not worth our time man.

Okay one more tiny rant about him and then I promise I'll stop I just OOOHHMYGODHFJGKG HE JUST. I had so much hope. That. He would reply and it wouldn't fix things, I wouldn't go back to watching him or anything but at the very least I could get closure that like? Maybe his closer friends would be able to heal and move on? Idk if that's parasocial or whatever but he was such a big role model for me the past few years I really had hope that at least some parts of it were real, you know? And instead we just find out that he not only did these shitty things but didn't fucking learn and did it to other people too and??? It's really really upsetting that he created this safe space, this community of people who were all so lovely while just being. Fake. The whole time. And he doesn't even have the gull to properly apologise and I just??#?# idk what to do with my emotions LMFAO I'd finally started to feel better and like move on but now today I'm just angry again grgrgfhfjdkdk and I totally get that like him being a complete dickhead is easier in a lot of ways bc there's no. Doubting it. Or anything. Like there's no redeeming him. And we can get closure from that. But fuckkk it hurts so badly and the tl is a mess of ppl being like "well this person would never do me wrong" and then ppl being like "fuck every YouTuber ever actually. We can't ever be sure we know them" and LIKE!$?_?$?

Dude I am so conflicted on so many levels rn I feel like my entire world has just been yeeted into the sun LMFAODKFKFKFK

Anyways. Anyways. Thank you bee. Ur tumblr is the only account w a brain rn fr lmfaodjfkfkfks

I get it, I'm fucking furious at him. he had a chance to at least own up to what he did. I wouldn't have gone back to consuming his content, but I could be somewhat at peace knowing he was taking steps towards being better.

I don't want to think it was all a lie, because abusers aren't all completely evil people. the thing is, wilbur is human. a very shitty human, but human nonetheless. and we can't know for sure how healthy or unhealthy every relationship in his life has ever been and I think overanalyzing that or trying to figure out what was fake and what was real isn't really our business or worth our time. wilbur is a guy who has hurt a lot of people, but also refuses to recognize the hurt he's caused. that's it.

I do hate the dichotomy I'm seeing between people trying to prop up their own favorite white boys on a pedestal because apparently people never learn, but also going out and saying every content creator is inherently evil and we shouldn't trust any of them. these people are human. they're all going to fuck up at some point, some worse than others. and sometimes they'll fuck up in a way that they can move past and we can forgive them for, and other times they'll fuck up in a way that shows they shouldn't have the platform they have. they're not all terrible, and they're not all perfect. that's what we should be keeping in mind for the future.

[unrulywritings]

{Too Little ❤️‍🩹 Too Late}

Summary: In which Alex accidentally spills his guts to his best friend… his newly engaged best friend ❤️‍🩹

Word Count: ~3.4k ❤️‍🩹

Category: Angsty-ish/Fluff ❤️‍🩹

Trope: Friends to Lovers/Love Confession (part one?); GN reader (alluded afab like twice) ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: Not much I don't think, cheating (not Alex), some swearing, mostly they/them usage (sorry if I missed changing any, I decided to change it halfway through), usage of pet names (love, sweetheart, darling), usage of Y/N (just once I think), possibly cringe writing, grammatical errors, my first fic- (feel free to tell me if there's anything else)❤️‍🩹

A/N: I'm sorry if this is cringeeee- this is my first fic I'm actually posting to the world so constructive criticism is welcome- if this goes well I may start regularly posting idk but enjoy -🌈 Rainbow❤️‍🩹

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

🎼 You had been engaged for one week. One terrible exhausting week. Your boyfriend, now fiancé, was late home tonight… again. You'd been having your suspicions about him for a while but did nothing, I mean you had suspicions but no proof. So why blow up something good when accusations were unfounded… right?

Well that was until now-

“I'm sorry that you had to hear it from me,” the sweet apologetic voice says, “I want you to know that I had no idea he had a girlfriend or anything and I'm so sorry, I feel like a fucking idiot, and terrible person.” you listen to the poor girl on the other side, shuffling through the photos from the manila envelope you found in the mail today.

“Yep, those suspicions were founded then” you think as you see a picture of your fiancé with not one but three different girls in different photos. How one has the time to trick not only one person but four into thinking you’re in a committed monogamous relationship is baffling. The girl on the other side of the phone is one of those girls just like you. Apparently she had gotten your number from someone and felt so guilty she needed to call you to apologise.

“No sweetheart, you did nothing wrong, he was the one in the wrong. I'm sorry that he has deceived both of us. And thank you for reaching out, truly it means more than you could know,” she apologises again saying she's done with him and how much of a fool she feels.

“Oh trust me, I feel even more a fool, he proposed to me last week, and I said yes even though I had a feeling he was stepping out,” you sigh, you really were a fool.

You say your goodbyes to each other as you hear a key click into the lock and the door open. You take a deep breath and prepare to see your soon to be ex-fiancé walk down the narrow hall into the living room but instead you hear the call of your best friend.

“Darling? Are you home? You didn't answer my messages so I just came over,” he calls as he pads through the hall looking for you.

“Oh there you are love,” he heaves slightly with a bit of relief, as if your hour of not communicating led him to believe you were in peril.

Alex Turner, front man of the Arctic Monkeys, media proclaimed sex-god and unbelievably attractive man. To you it was all funny, you remember him as the cute boy in your maths class in university who was nervous to ask you to pass around the flyers to their next gig.

He made you feel welcome and comfortable in a new place, you'd foolishly decided you wanted to go to school in a new place— one far away from home and across the pond felt far enough to you. You were wholly unprepared to be in the world alone and in a foreign place but when that nervous boy in your freshman maths class walked up to you to give you a stack of flyers to his next show you felt welcome.

After he had introduced himself he warmed to you quickly and when he handed you a small stack of papers he'd told you to “Invite any of your other pretty American friends, we could really use more of those at our shows.” You blushed at his comment and when you'd told him you were utterly alone in the world he told you “That’s alright, you're pretty enough alone, you'd more than make up for the lack of pretty faces in the crowd,” and before he turned a heel and left the room he also told you “oh, and you just made your first friend here, so you're not so totally alone anymore,” he then flashed a cheeky grin and disappeared out the door leaving you utterly charmed in a full body flush.

When you showed up at the pub they were playing it was the first time in a while you didn't feel alone. You felt like you belonged, a feeling you didn't even have back home. That night was the night you also met your fiancé.

You stop yourself, “Nope— ex-fiancé as of tonight.” you think.

But that was years ago, and now that little indie band you used to hand out flyers for on campus is now internationally known. The boys had just finished another tour and you felt like a proud mother. It made your heart swell to see them so happy doing what they love everyday but you were glad they were home. You'd missed them dearly, especially Alex.

You really wished that he’d come at a better time though, you had to plan what you were gonna do when your fiancé got home. How you were gonna break the news to him that you were now broken up. You wished you could confide in Alex what your fiancé had done but you feared what he’d say. Your mind raced with anxiety and anger.

It seems you'd zoned our because when you tuned back into it Alex was calling your name, “Are you alright love?” he asks you concern crossing his face, “you kinda spaced out there, is everything okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, everything is fine Alex,” you let out a bit more aggressively then you had wanted, “I just got a lot on my mind you try to soothe, Alex had quickly picked up on your tonal slip up and poor cover-up.

“Sure,” he says skeptically, elongating the “E.”

You roll your eyes at him and you move to go to the kitchen, “What do you want Alex? I'm kinda in the middle of something and I gotta get dinner ready before—”

“I can come back at a better time? I'm sorry I let myself in, you weren't answering my messages and I got a bit worried,” he gives you his puppy eyes, trying to apologise for his intrusion but you weren't mad at him you were mad at your fiancé, your cheating, lying fiancé who was gonna be home soon.

You sigh, “I'm sorry Alex, I'm going through something right now,” you rub your temple as a tension headache starts to form. All of this was too much.

Alex steps towards you and wraps you in his arms, “It's alright love, do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head “no” and bury your face in his neck. He smooths one hand down your back and the other in your hair instantly relaxing you, “Well when you’re ready I’m here you know. I’ll always be here for you.”

Goodness did he know you. The hug, asking if you wanna talk, everything about him puts you at ease. He was perfect, and his perfection only made the fact that your fiancé was cheating on you sting even more. You deserved better than a person who cheats and lies.

You nod affirmingly and reluctantly pull away, “Thanks love, but I really should get started with dinner, I’d ask you to stay but you know…” you trail off.

“Ironic” you think, that your fiancé was worried about Alex when he was the one stepping out on you. Projection much?

Alex’s shoulders dip, “Yeah, I know love,” he sighs, he looks troubled.

Your brow furrows in question and concern, “Alex?” you ask.

“Yeah love?” he asks right back.

“Are you okay?” you question him, just as he knew you, you knew him.

To any other person they may not have picked up on his mannerisms. The way his eyebrows have been furrowed the entire time he’s been here, a small crease forming between them. Or how he keeps fiddling with the pull on the zip of his leather jacket. Or how his dishevelled hair is even messier than usual. Or even the quiet storm that rages behind his eyes. You know he’s troubled with something but it was up to him to share that. You weren’t going to force him just as he didn’t force you.

It was nice to be understood like that, on a deep level that not a word needed to be exchanged to know the other. In a way that’s why you and Alex were best friends and why you were closer to him than any of the other boys. And if you let yourself think about it even closer than you and the person you had agreed to marry…

He clears his throat, “Yeah, yeah I’m alright love, no need to worry about me, yep, I’m alright,” he clears his throat again and runs his hands through his hair, “anyway I’m going to get going, see ya later darling.”

He was out the door before you could even blink.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

🎼 I take the slick steps down to the street and get in the car waiting for me. I don’t even bother to try and avoid the pelting rain. It felt kinda nice letting the heavy rain sting my skin as I dip into the car, shutting the door.

“So, did you tell them?”

“Couldn’t,” I shrug.

“Really? After everything you did just to get here? The PI, the pining, the waiting, the songs, the—”

“I get it Matt,” I grit out, “they’re more to me than someone to hang off my arm and you know that. It was just the wrong time. I couldn’t do it.”

“I do mate, but you gotta act, how’re they gonna know if you don’t tell them anything?”

“Too little too late, I told you that last week.”

“You think they’re gonna stay with him after all he’s done? I doubt it. Y/N would be very stupid to say no to you, so it’s a good thing they are smart. They know their worth.”

“Just take me home,” I was done trying to argue, I’d lost them years ago, far before they got engaged.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

🎼 It was even later than you expected for your fiance to get home. So late in fact that most of your stuff was already packed away in your car. You didn’t know what you were going to do or where you were going. All you did know was that you were going to confront the cheating bastard and leave him behind.

You sat on the loveseat in your cramped living room waiting for your fiance to walk in. You had heard the door open and close along with shuffling. You just sat and waited patiently for him to walk into the room wasting no more effort on him.

“Babe? Where are you? I totally got swamped at work, I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, even before you knew about his infidelity you hardly believed his stories about being swamped at work. You just assumed he wanted to hang out with his friends, and of course when you were most insecure, you thought he might be cheating yet each time you asked and he reassured you, you believed him. At your sound your fiance finally walks into the living room.

“There you are, did you make dinner? I’m sorry I’m late.” He leans down to where you are on the loveseat to kiss you but you swerve him, his lips landing on your cheek instead, “Huh? Is something wrong babe?”

You scoff again and get to your feet, “Is there something wrong?” you mock, childish you know but surely you deserve to be a bit childish after everything you’ve been submitted to.

His face screws up in confusion and he steps back from you, “Seriously? What’s your problem? Are you on your period or something?”

His words make your stomach turn, “Seriously? You can’t even have an original retort? And for your information, you are my problem,” you spit back, and cross the room toward the hall and front entrance.

“W-what?” he sputters, “I don’t understand, how am I your problem?”

You throw the envelope to him and it lands at his feet, “That is why you are my problem,” he moves to pick up the envelope as you put on your coat and pick up your keys at the front door.

Somehow his face gets even more screwed up, “Huh? Wh–? It’s not what it looks like! Where did you get these? Baby I can expl—” you stop him with a hand, making him pause.

“I don’t care to hear what you have to say, and whoever sent them did me a favour. Goodbye and fuck you.”

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

🎼 You pulled into the drive not knowing how or when you decided to come here. Something in you just said it was right and as you turned off the engine to your car you looked up at the windows of the modest but beautiful home of Alex.

You sighed and willed yourself out of your car. You weren't scared if Alex would let you in or anything but you were nervous about everything that came after getting inside. What would Alex say to you about devoting so much of your life to a scumbag? To you it was probably one of the only things you couldn't predict about your best friend. You knew Alex didn’t care for your ex-fiance and you never really knew why but for the sake of yourself you typically just tried to avoid the topic of relationships when you were together. It made you wonder about Alex’s relationships now, I mean since you never really spoke of yours he never spoke of his. What you knew of his partners came from the media and what he told you in passing. Your thinking also made you wonder what Alex was like in a relationship.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as the rain picked up again. You quickly moved up the drive to the stairs as the rain soaked you to the bone. You climbed the few steps and gave a firm but not aggressive knock to the door. When there was no answer you knocked again a bit firmer. When still no answer you sighed and used your key. You knew he was home by the lights on inside but you didn’t like using your key unless need be.

You let yourself in, stripping off your soaked coat at the door along with your shoes. You’re grateful for the warmth inside the house contrasting your shivering frame. SIghing you grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch in the living room and wander to go find Alex. You assume he’s in his home studio. It’s sound proof in there so the chances he heard you are slim. You make your way there and as you do you hear Alex and what sounds like his drunken ramblings through the studio door left slightly ajar.

It’s not the first time you’ve heard said drunken ramblings and you roll your eyes at his ridiculousness. As you move closer to the door you can just make out a few words or what you assume are words as most of it is a slurred jumbled mess of sounds that vaguely resemble words. You’re just at the door when you hear Alex sigh and say your name. You freeze— had he seen you? Surely not, he hadn’t answered the door and you hadn’t made much fuss at the door. And as you listen further you’re sure he hadn’t heard you.

“They’re just so pretty, it’s like they’re made of sunshine and starlight,” he drunkenly slurs. You’re wide-eyed at that accusation, surely he wasn’t speaking about you— right?

“But I’m just a fool, a spineless fool to fall for me best friend and one engaged at that! Oh, Alexander, truly what a fool you are! To pine for a person taken before you could get the courage to ask them out and to spend years trying to recreate what you have with anyone else is embarrassing. All the times you tried to tell them such and floundered miserably; just like today. Oh, the time you’ve wasted on a person you can even have! And doesn’t it hurt to know that the bastard has been cheating on that beautiful soul and you’re to do nothing more. Ugh!” you hear a crash on the other side of the door, possibly a glass thrown but you were more preoccupied by the confession. The words bounced around in your head as you tried to make sense of them. You were so preoccupied in fact you hadn’t noticed the heavy foot fall heading right toward you.

“Oi and you’ve made a right mess of yourself haven’t ya? You certainly aren’t fit for a person worthy of more than the world or universe could ever conjure. A person wh—” he pauses as he flings the door open and collides with you in the dark hall.

You’re knocked back a bit but quickly steadied by Alex’s hands on your shoulders. His touch grounding yet electrifying and you jump back to reality. Both wide-eyed and painfully aware you stare at each other in the darkened hall, the only source of light the ambered glow of the lamp in the studio behind Alex.

“D–darling?” he stutters out nervously, “when did you get here? Are ya alright, you’re soaked! You’re gonna get a cold like that, here let me get you something dry to wear,” he tries to manoeuvre you out of the way but you stand firm.

“Alex?” you query and he tries to move you once again but you stand solid.

You shrug his hands away, “Alex? Is— is what you just said true? I mean— how— how did you know about the cheating? Do you really like me? When? How? What? I—” now that your head is catching up to everything you just heard a million questions flicker through your mind for Alex and even more for yourself.

“Do I like him? And if I did what would I do? Oh god am I blushing? I feel like I’m on fire! Did he say he wanted to tell me? TODAY? Is that why he got all squirrely this afternoon? Did he send the photos? How did he find out? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

Alex steps back and pulls at his hair seemingly having just as many conflicting emotions run across his mind, “Oh god darling, you weren’t supposed to hear that. I— I— oh god,” he collapses on the couch in his studio, head falling into his hands as he mutters on about how he just ruined everything.

You cross the room to sit in the matching armchair across from where he’s sitting, avoiding bits of glass that seem to have been the cup he threw at the wall by the door earlier.

You look at him and ask again, “Alex,” you plead, “do you like me?” You’re not certain what you want his answer to be but you’re desperate to know.

He goes silent for a moment and lets out a sigh. He runs his hands through his hair, his dishevelled look becoming even messier, “Would you hate me if I said yes?” he asked right back, sounding so insecure. It was like you were back in that class and he was that nervous boy trying to introduce himself.

And you could help but love that boy.

“I wouldn’t,” you smiled, “in fact,” you implored further, “I think I might say I like him too.”

Your words make his eyes snap to yours, “Really?” he asks, looking at you bewildered and unbelieving.

You nod and bite back an idiodic smile, “I think so… I mean if I think about it, who wouldn't love a man like you?”

“But, you’re engaged and—”

“Not anymore and that doesn’t matter anymore,” you interject, “I think we both have a lot of things to catch up on and lots to discuss,” you stand and put out your hand for Alex, “come on, it’s gonna be a long night.”

He smiles and takes your hand.

Maybe it wasn’t too late after all.

A/N (pt two): This ended up way longer than I expected (I am very long winded in real life as well 😅) I also wrote much of this while watching Tangled on repeat (Eugene is so baby) ANYWAY I hope you at least mildly enjoyed this I feel like it’s too cringe but I am done trying to edit this 😭 Feel free to interact as you please I am going to disappear into the void now

-🌈 Rainbow❤️‍🩹

[violetren]

Controversial opinion but, Gabe's level of crappy was well adapted actually.

I think the fact that the maintenance guy felt the need to apologise to Percy because Percy had to go into the house with a freshly annoyed Gabe, and the fact that Percy "my mother is more important than the gods" Jackson was surprised that Gabe has been answering her phone implying that its a breach of privacy and not a thing Sally would normally allow if is she knew, and just a few other things in general do work well as subtext that Gabe can be a lot worse than we got to see of him so its weird for me seeing everyone be like "idk man its probably gonna feel bad when the medusa him like the books, he's just kind sucky."

Like it's a live action disney show made for CHILDREN, there are a lot of things they are never going to get away with showing. Like showy domestic abuse. Violence only flies if its fantastical or if it is in small doses by people in the same peer group, like kids fighting kids, adults fighting adults. There isn't as much wiggle room as in say animation where its easily stylised to be less confronting, or in text where its all theatre of the mind.

Just because a lot of the original fans of the series are adults now doesn't mean the show was made for us, and would go in on those darker themes. It was made because its popular children's franchise that has the potential to get a whole new generation of viewers, they aren't gonna get by today's ethical standards for a children's show by making Show!Gabe more overtly like Percy's descriptions Book!Gabe.

Also do you know what actions we get from like the dozen or so lines we get of Book!Gabe at the start of the story when you strip away Percy's internal monologue about how awful he is? We get an entitled man child who sits on his ass playing poker for most of the scene and cares more about having cash to gamble than Percy or Sally's happiness. A loser who is placated into leaving the scene and becoming irrelevant by being offered food he likes.

So no, we didn't see him asking for Percy's change from the cab fare but we also didn't see Percy get a cab. And no, he didn't make some shitty comment about the money for the trip coming out of Sally's clothes money, but we did get him answering Sally's phone without permission and telling Percy he better take his shoes off in the car implying that Gabe sees his boundaries and belongings as sacred whereas theirs aren't. Gabe was only ever just kind of a pathetic jerk who had to prompt his so called friend twice for the guy to get in on jeering at Percy so honestly it makes sense that a modern version would only play online because he wouldn't have the charisma or attitude to get an in person table.

Book!Gabe only seemed more hardcore because we had Percy's internal monologue adding layers that couldn't have been put into adaptation without adding an extra 10mins of run time or using a voice over technique that wouldn't mesh with the rest of how they have constructed the show and would have come off as cheap. And arguably even with the internal monologue the only reason his death still feels justifiable as an adult is because we've been steeping Percy's (aka the heroic audience surrogate protag that our young minds all latched onto) satisfaction at his death in nostalgia for almost two decades.

So yeah, he seemed pathetic and kinda manageable in the beginning, but the reason abusers can be so prolific is that a lot of the time they do look pathetic, or manageable, or if you're especially unlucky they can even seem charming, and attentive, right up until they aren't.

For the adults and older kids that know the character that means we know what he is under that pathetic facade, for those that don't some red flags were dropped, and for the kids he's just vaguely a jerk compared to Sainted Mother Sally Jackson and that might be enough of a hand wave when they have much cooler fantasy shit and other characters their age to be more busy sympathising with.

Obviously we don't know how things will play out, maybe because they "scaled him back" they'll drop the medusa statue approach. Maybe we'll get flashbacks or conversations about Percy growing up that will show Gabe's more sinister side to justify it happening anyways. Maybe we'll see nothing but when Percy and Sally will arrive home and Gabe will blow up at them for having to sit through the big game alone and without his sandwich completely ignoring that they were missing for over a week beyond how it inconvenience him, and make it a moment of self defence. Maybe it will be played for cheap laughs or a cheaper girl-power™ moment.

My point is for what the show is and who its aimed at, Gabe was an acceptable level of crappy, and its too soon to make a judgement call on whether he deserves his book death since we don't know if they'll have scaled that back to match his new incarnation. It was funny and felt kinda like justice in the books, but it wasn't a major plot point, it was just a loose end being tied up. They could end the season evoking much of the same emotion just by kicking him out of the apartment with nothing but his wrecked car and a sandwich that doesn't even have peppers in it.

[bug-decal-kissing]

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A new work, Monster by my_own_new_paradise, was published today, with 2/13 Chapters released! It has a rating of General Audiences and Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, with additional tags "Fantasy, AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, alternative universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Scarab has traumas, Scarab needs a hug, prismo needs a hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, magical flowers, lake, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Slow Build, Insecurity, Insecure Scarab, knight scarab, human prismo, Scarab is insecure, Prismo is a God, technically Prismo is more than a thousand years but he looks like a 30 years old man, Humanoid Scarab, he's still a beetle, he's a knight, i already said that, Magical Forest, Magic, Orcs, Elves, seriously this story is a kind medieval fantasy love story, Does that make sense?, i hope it does, it's obvious one of the characters is writting the story but I won't say who, I mean the story is ridicuosly crazy, Sort Of, I Don't Even Know, anyway I hope you all like it, take italics away from me"

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I haven't read a fantasy fic where Scarab runs away before and I am LIKING IT >:] BUT MY POOR BABYYYY MY POOR SON HE DID NOTHING WRONG YOUR HONOUR :[ He just needs some therapy and he will be okay </3 And also maybe a kiss/j

Time Room Shenanigans + More, by DrakianDH and Feeling_Dubious, was updated today, with 19/19 Chapters released! It has a rating of General Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff without Plot, Oneshot Prompts Challenge, One Shot Collection, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Angst and Feels, Alternate Universe - Human, Kinda, It's really just a big collection or random stuff I made for January's Writing challene, frick spelling btw, Prohibited wish - Freeform, PWish, No Plot/Plotless, Some Plot, Maybe - Freeform, idk - Freeform, Among Us References, but like for one chapter, and no one's gonna get it"

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COLLAB TIME YIPPIE!!! Prismo has an identity crisis 2024/silly also SCARAB WITH A STRAW HAT IS ADORABLE TO THINK ABOUT AAAAAGH/pos Priaster is stronger than I could ever be; if I ran into a giant bug man, I would be on my hands and knees apologising for forever/silly They are so GOOBERLY with each other RAAAAAAGH FALLS OVER/pos