#and still i wouldn't have made so many friends and have so many cherished memories

[moki-dokie]

furries would not be where they are today if not for dragoneer. even before he created FA, he was carving out spaces where the tiny niche that were furries could feel safe and have fun. one dude. you can trace practically every modern furry community back to one individual guy and the relentless work he did. given how tied to the lgbt+ community furries have become, i sincerely hope his name is one that becomes immortalized in queer history. what a fucking legacy.

[nocturn-warrior]

I ALL THE THINGS I'VE SHOULD DONE• 🔅

Alucard x reader

Summary: You are pregnant with your first born with Alucard and he has been overprotective over you, but during one night he a jerk tries to assault you. Alucard and your friends kick his ass.

Warnings: angst, SA mentions, abortion mentions, violence, jealousy at Greta, pregnancy, crying (but ends up with fluff), my bad grammar and text similar to a 12 years old's writting fanfic (english is not my first language) and bad dialogues.

Note: month of the three milks is may in medieval calendar, puiuţ is a nickname romanian parents call their babies and it means baby chicken. Most of the titles of my fics are based on Kate Bush's songs or song quotes. This one is taken from This Woman's Work

You were so excited taking care of Sypha and Trevor's baby. With his mother's big blue eyes and his father's jet hair, he was the cutest thing in the world. Everyday, your heart beated faster to the thought of having a child of your own with Adrian; a little baby to light up your lives and bring joy to that enormous castle again, but it took months for you to start trying for it. There are too many children around, the village orphans would be jealous if we had a baby. You would squash off the idea to yourself with a silly excuse. Actually, you feared having a child would have a reverse effect. Alucard was still mentally fragile and you rememberer his breakdown nights, where he wouldn't close his eyes to sleep until the sunrise. But one day it happened, and when it happened you and Adrian couldn't contain the happiness, though your hearts were still full of doubts.

Immediatly you started to work on your unborn's room, asking the villagers carpenters to reform Adrian's childhood bedroom and redo the furniture just like the way he remebered, since it all was destroyed during that last fight. All except that little wolf plushie which you storaged in the wardrobe. Alucard was surprised when you, after the nursery was finally finished and you both were decorating it with paintings and toys Adrian crafted himself, came in with the plushie and placed it over the little crib. He could feel a tear forming into his eye in that very moment.

"H-how did you..."

He stuttered, holding the toy almost as if he was checking out to see if it was the original one. You chuckled and said:

"I kinda stole from you so many days before Trevor had his hero moment. It was too cute to stay all dusty and forgotten in a wooden box. What is his name, by the way?"

Alucard sniffles the toy for a while, it smells like childhood. Like comfort. Smells like a time that will never come back, but he is happy it will belong to his child now. For that, new memories will be builden up. He finally answers, sitting on the small bed with you and caressing the toy's fluffy head.

"Lupi"

The dhampir smiled as his eyes wandered across the bedroom: it was exactly like he remembered. With his drawing skills, it was easy to picture everything in paper and intruct the carpenters.

After two long years, the village was finally built. Settled in the Belmont ground, it was full of small but cozy houses, a small fair, and a graveyard to honor their lost members. They were grateful for everything, and for that they decided to make a big celebration, in the day of their protector saint, Sara Kali, who is also the protector of pregnant women, for the exhiled and despaired ones as well.

You, Alucard and your friends were invited to such a beautiful moment, since you four had a big role in providing that people comfort and protection during and post the nightcreatures attacks.

It was 24 in The Month Of the Three Milks and you were 5 months pregnant. At first, Alucard was a little hesitant about attending at the festival; besides he cherishes the comunity so much, he feared you made too much effort or that all of these sounds, scents and feelings would be overwhelming to you. In his core, he wanted to go of course, but your safety was more important.

"Are you sure, my darling? You need to rest, you and the baby. Greta and the others will understand if you don't attend"

He tenderly argues, placing a hand on your waist as you look for a proper dress to use in the occasion in your big wooden wardrobe.

"Adrian,"

You drop the pieces of clothes to cup his cheeks, his amber droopy eyes looking towards yours as you explain. How could you take that pouty face of his seriously in that moment? You contain a chuckle.

"I am fine. My sickness doesn't affect me anymore, and some fresh night are will be good for me. You worry too much"

Adrian looks down presses his hand over your growing bump, trying to feel the child. He's been obsessed with it, constantly asking you if his puiuţ, as he constantly reffers to your baby is awaken and active.

"They are quiet this afternoon, my love."

You answer, placing your hand over his colder one. He says nothing, thinking about the festival and if taking you was a good idea until he breaks the silence:

"Let's find you a dress to wear, i will do your hair"

Your eyes light up, filling his heart with joy. Alucard adores to see you smile and beam with happiness, specially now that your mood changes so frequent. Any wrong word can cause an endless angst in this sensitive head of yours. He doesn't complain, though. After all you did for him in those dark gloomy nights, is not just his duty but also his wish to take care of you.

The two of you mess around your clothes, trying to find anything that feels comfortable enought for you to wear all night long. You try this, try that, but all of your formal gowns feel tighter and constraining around your stomach. Trying the last one with no success, you leave a deep sigh and plop yourself on the bed, laying with your limbs spread:

"Alright. Forget it. I accepted my fate: we are not going to the festival."

Though you had a silly smile in your face, Adrian could tell you were very upset with the fact no dress could fit you propperly now, and standing up in silence while looking at your hopeless expression, he takes a hard decision. Entering or seeing his parents' personal objects was a challenge he has been avoiding for two years. That's why most of them were gifted to the people from Danesti. They shouldn't be in there storaging must and moths. He gave it all, except some.

"Actually, i think there are still some dresses that belonged to my mother when she was pregnant. My father kept her belongings, and i couldn't get rid of them yet"

The joyful expression returns to your face as Alucard gives the problem a solving, you quickly sit up again and smile excitedly at him. For a while, you wonder why he kept exactly his mother's pregnancy dresses. Was it because he already planned everything? He could have given them to Sypha years ago. But you don't question it, you just nod and stand up, holding his hands.

"Thank you, Adrian. But you don't have to do it, if it's too hard to see her things again."

He gently shushes you, raising your hand and placing a wet kiss over it and ressuring he would be alright. Adrian tells you to stay in your bedroom while he looks into an old wooden chest, containing some of his parents' remaining belongings.

Minutes after, he cames in with a beautiful red dress, larger in the stomach and breasts part. It's oppulent silk bounces as he moves smoothly, placing it over the bed.

"Here. Try it on. I might do some adjusts on it's sleeves or cleavage if you want me to. We still have time"

He smiles at you, and standing up, you grab it to try on as he said. You inspect it's fabric, the dress has a slight musty scent due to all of these years it spent untouched, but it's alright. You quickly slip off your undergarments and put the dress on. Alucard expectates for the final result, arms crossed and eyes wandering across you changing body. It looks so beautiful, like a goddess of fertility.

"It feels tight in the arms"

You raise up your limbs, proving your point. The long sleeves restrict your movements. Lisa had a more slender figure, you guess, so it would really feel tighter in some of your body parts. Alucard approaches you, adjusting some pieces of the fabric and turning you around to check out the clothing

"I can cut them for you, my dear"

The solution comes without hesitation and you are surprised. He would modify his mother's relics just because of you. The hesitation came from your part

"Do you really mean that? Love, this belonged to your mother"

He playfully scoffs and lifts up the silky hem of the gown, helping you to take it off so he could make the necessary adjusts

"If there was something my mother was not attached to, was material wealth. Plus, it's for the wife of her son i am doing that. Don't you worry, it's just a dress"

Adrian removes the dress from you completly and with the lines and needles, he starts to work on the sleeves as you sit on the bed, waiting for it to be finished.

One hour and a half later, your dress is finally adjusted and fits perfectly. Now, you two should take a shower, get perfumed and elegant for the event so important to your friends of the village.

Adrian does your hair as promised: he braids it and finishes with a ribbon matching the color of your dress. He ties your shoes and you help him folding the hem of his trousers. Now passing through the giantic doors of the castle, you two head to where the festival would be settled.

Arms interlocked and faces enlighted by the rising full moon light, you catch a sight of Sypha and Trevor sitting on a wooden bench, their son Simon is running around with the other kids.

"He is already running. Years ago this boy was just a..."

Words fail with excitement, seeing your nephew toddling and interacting with other children. Alucard completes the phrase, placing a hand on your bump.

"A little bean. Just like our baby. Soon, he or she will be joining them. Ooh, it seems like he is sticking a frog into his mouth!"

As Alucard finishes, you can see from a afar, Sypha rushing to stop the toddler of eating a frog. You giggle, already imagining the adaptations in the castle you and Adrian shall do to prevent your own kid to hurt themselves.

Trevor see you two approaching and, taking a large sip of his ale, he places the cup aside, facing you two.

"Hey, i thought you two wouldn't even come. Y/N, you have to try this ale. This shit is a drop from heavens!"

By his tone, you could tell your friend was already drunk. Alucard intervines with a calm, yet slightly sarcastic tone, cracking his whip:

"You are not trying to make my pregnant wife drink alcohol, are you, Belmont?"

"I forgot this detail"

He snorts, shrugging and turning his attention back to his beloved ale. Since Simon was born, Trevor and Sypha had made a promise he would never drink again, but today is a special occasion so they gave it a break. Talking about Sypha, she returns to the place, holding the willful Simon on her hip and smiling as she spots you and Alucard.

"I can't keep an eye off from this boy, it's like he is the exact copy of his father. I can't keep an eye off of him as well. Trevor, you are already drunk?"

She places her free arm on her hip, facing the sitting man who denies it, with his clearly intoxicated tone.

"Gods, i don't know why but i still love you that it hurts!"

She chuckles, sitting by her husband's side and releasing Simon from her arms before she finally talks to Alucard and you.

"Your bump is already so big, my dear Y/N! Bigger than last week. Please, cherish this moment, becsuse after that you will deal with back pains and ankle soreness due to this little human growing in there"

Sypha looks tenderly at your belly jutting against the red silk of your dress, and then at her own son who rushes to "uncle Lulu", as he calls your husband.

"But it's all worthy."

You were so excited by seeing your friends that didn't even paid attention to the festival decoration. It was beautiful, full of colors and good scents comming from the food. The women wore their traditional clothes, children ran around the big fire settled in the middle. The tawny moon enlighted everything, making the scenary even more breathtaking. Alucard conduces you to sit over the bench and accomodates himself by your side as well.

"What do you think, love?"

He whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek

"Beautiful. I love how their people, even after so many troubles and distress, found a way to put everything together"

The food scent was inviting, you spot a plump old lady holding a large plate of something you judged to be sarma, placing it over the large table along with other food. An increasing desire starts to take over you, and Alucard notices your fixated gaze. He chuckles, placing a hand on your belly before standing up.

"Are you two hungry? Stay here, i will get some food. Will you guys want something as well?"

He looks at Sypha who shakes her head, and at Trevor who says nothing but a grunt that Alucard reads as a no. You watch your dhampir walk graciously towards the table abundant with food, greeting the people as he approaches it. Resting your elbow on your knee and your chin on your palm, you don’t notice how head over heels you are until he comes back holding a bowl and speaking to you so sweetly:

“Here, my dear. It’s still warm”

Alucard sits by your side and you glance at the bowl full of sarma; a meal made of cabbages and stuffed with meat and rice, a typical dish of the people from Danesti. He grabs a forkful and takes it towards your mouth, waiting for your approval. You chew up the bite, the flavors exploding in your mouth. Alucard’s smile increases when you leave a satisfied groan and nod your head. He places the bowl on your lap, allowing you to occasionally feed him as you two chat with Sypha.

Some children from the village spot you sitting in there and rush towards the bench. As expected, they were quite excited about the baby on the way, always competing between them to touch your bump and feel their new “sibling”. After all those little ones passed through, you were happy to see them play around. You see in their faces, the future of that community like flowers blooming after a long winter.

“mother, mother!”

A little girl grabs the hem of your silky dress, trying to get you attention and climb up to your lap, followed by other three kids who fight for their places. Noticing the mess they could make, Alucard grabs the bowl you hold and tries to calm down the hectic little ones.

“Woah, woah, calm down, Delia, Elek. Let your mother breath.”

He adverts the two sassiest ones with his firm wet warm tone, gently pulling them away as they chitter.

“But father Alucard, I want to feel the baby!”

They argue and you can’t resist to their pouty faces, sensitized by your mood changes you intervene into Alucard’s rebuke, accepting their little excited hands to touch your bump. Your husband doesn’t protest back, he knows how stubborn you are and how these children love you, but as you allow Delia to climb up onto your lap, he can’t help but feel apprehensive the girl would make too much pressure over your belly. You can see the disappointed expression in her face as she roams her palm around your stomach but isn’t able to feel nothing.

“The baby is sleeping now.”

You whisper, tilting up her little chin and smiling pacifically. Alucard admires your ability to calm down these children, always so patient and warm. Delia seems to understand the situation and climbs down from your lap, turning to her little friends and communicating the state of your baby. Still, the kids wouldn’t give up and keep fighting for your attention. Alucard knows that gently pushing them away wouldn’t do much good and gives up, so he lets it be. Sypha, noticing your discomfort calls one the children’s name and says:

“why don’t you take little Simon to play around a little, Delia? Hey, but don’t allow him to eat any frog!”

She adverts as the little girl gives up on pesting you and quickly takes your nephew’s hand, guiding him off from Sypha’s lap.

“nor any cricket or moth!”

“Alright, aunt Sypha!”

The small group of children leaves the four adults alone, in a mass of giggling and screaming mess. You can breathe finally, laying your head over Alucard’s shoulder and watching them move away, secretly hoping your baby takes after you and your husband, and doesn’t come to be so hectic like their future peers. Chatting with your friends about your adventures and about parenthood, most of the conversations end up with mocking Trevor. You guys are really taking advantage of his intoxicated state to make fun of him. The weather is pleasant and the crackling fire sounds relax you.

You hate it, but a snort leaves your throat when one of the children approach again, rushing towards Alucard this time at least. The little boy has in his face the expression of the messenger of a king, and speaks while panting, leaving Alucard slightly worried. You fear something bad has happened, as well.

“father Alucard, Greta wants to talk to you.”

The request was not urgent or a life or death case, but the woman’s name has sent you some discomfort into your heart. It’s not like you hate Greta: she is not as close as Sypha is to you, but she is still a friend and you recognize the importance she has to the community, yet you can’t help but feel insecure whenever she is around. Even though it’s been two years since you and Adrian are together, even though you are pregnant with his child.

The blonde man places a quick kiss on your cheek, swearing he will come back as soon as possible and stands up, guided by the child towards the house Greta awaits for him. You observe him adjusting the collar of his shirt as he approaches, and you see Greta come out through the door. Even from meters afar, you notice and admit how gorgeous she looks in that traditional dress, her dark hair and bronze skin glowing under the moonlight, and the wind seems to bring her perfume to you. Almost if it was teasing your jealousness and provoking your feelings.

The leader greets Alucard with a tight hug and in this moment your heart slightly sinks. Ruminating about their possible conversation topic, you convince yourself she is just thanking him for the support he offered during these two years, and not complimenting his beautiful amber eyes or his soft blonde locks you combed yourself. She drags him to inside the small house, followed by other two villagers.

Your fists close, you start to bounce your leg in anxiety and Sypha who is much an observer, places her hand gently on yours and leans in, looking at you with tenderness:

“Y/N, calm down. He is going to talk to the elder ones. You have nothing to worry about. Greta isn’t stealing your man.”

She speaks in a laid-back tone, softly caressing your hand. You turn to face your friend but you can’t contain the concerned expression. Sypha chuckles a bit, not mocking at you, but finding your feeling extremely valid. You protest:

“I-I am not jealous, Sypha. I just---“

You can’t find better words to describe your feeling, so you just give in to Sypha’s moral lesson.

“You are jealous, Y/N. I can tell it by the pout in your face. But you know what? That’s completely understandable, dear friend. You are going through a lot of changes all over your body, it’s pretty normal.”

She leans in a little more and whispers in tone of secret:

“when I was pregnant, i argued with Trevor about anything. Even ale itself made me feel jealous of him”

Your friend takes your hand once again and continues:

“what you need to know, is that Alucard loves you no matter what. It wasn’t Greta who held him every night when his nightmares tormented him. It wasn’t Greta who took care of him at his lowest, my dear. Adrian loves you and he doesn't hide it"

You know Sypha meant every word, but why did you feel like Alucard would eventually get tired of you? Why did you think Greta would charm him with her strong sense of leadership and athletic phisique? You try to focus on something else ignoring the burning jealousy increasing and consuming your brain and on Sypha's trying to cheer you up.

You finally see Alucard step out from the cabin he entered with the leader of the village, his beautiful face beams with happiness as he chats something unhearable. Greta pulls him closer to where other young women beautifully dressed in those tradicional patterns organize themselves to start the dancing, he is probably greeting them.

The young men start playing the instruments, and the ladies dance in the rhythm. Seeing your husband idly moving his shoulders, you expect for the worst to happen. Greta takes him by his hand and starts teaching him how to move smoothly like the dancers, twirling around and expecting him to do the same. Adrian doesn't give a single glance at where you are sitting, he seems to be hypnotized by the moment.

You stand up and feel Sypha's tight grip on your wrist. You look down at her as she asks softly:

"Where are you going"

"I need to pee"

You force a smile and even if it was your intention, Sypha knew you were distancing for other motive. But she doesn't intervene, though. She just releases your wrist and focus on Trevor who seems to be in an alcoholic catalepsy by her side.

You walk towards the latrine behind the village, holding up the hem of dress so it wouldn't get stuck in the ivies underneath. Leaning against the wooden thin wall of the cabine, you feel an increasing heat take over your face and thick tears drop down from your eyes. The music of the festival sounds distant, but you can hear the people's laughing and cheering.

The crickets and night birds seem to be the only spectators of your breakdown until you hear a hoarse, unfamiliar voice approaching you.

"Why are you crying, beautiful lady?"

You pull up your head from the wall, turning to where the voice comes. The light of a torch reveals the silhouette of a man who limps towards you, speaking in an alcohol intoxicated voice.

"A beautiful lady like you shouldn't be here, all alone. Did you know the nightcreatures are still around?"

He laughs in a mischevious tone, spitting on the ground. Getting closer and closer, he sees your face and his eyes widen up, a smirk forms again in his face:

"Are you the dhampir's wife?"

You've never seen that man at the village, he has been here due to the festival, you guess. You gulp, shortly nodding your head:

"Y-yes, mister."

The man stays in silence for a while, his eyes roaming through your body like he he was chosing a piece of meat until they linger on your belly.

"You are pregnant! You are carrying that evil's seed! Your husband's race only brought disgrace to this land. This thing you carry in your womb is cursed, it has a cursed blood just like it's genitor. You are nothing but catter for that demon to spread his offspring"

Your heart sinks at the tone he speaks to you, his intoxicated breath stinging in your nose as he approaches. You can't move, your body freezes as he says:

"I will put an end on it"

He completes with a sly grin, spitting on the ground again:

"And insert mine inside this pretty belly of yours"

You try to run, but the man grabs you by your middle and starts to run his filthy hands across your cleavage. Where is Alucard? You stood with him during this thundery years and when you need him most, he is entertaining himself with Greta. You fear for your child as the man's fingers press deeper against your skin.

"If you screm, it's gonna be worse. They can't hear you"

The man whispers and all you can do is whimper.

All the while, Sypha watches the movement of people, the colors of the dancers' dresses twirling and the instruments sounds echoing to inside the forest. It's been 5 minutes and you didn't came back. She fears leaving you alone was a bad idea.

Her attention turns to Alucard who after chatting with the villagers and receiving their grateful compliments, happily heads to the bench eager to reunite with you. His face drastically changes noticing only Sypha (and a dozing off Trevor) are in there.

"Where is Y/N?"

He asks the woman, a concerned expression in his face, and he could see a slight frown or worry in Sypha's forehead, but she didn't want to alarm him by mentioning her concern.

"She went to the latrines minutes ago"

For a while, Alucard feels a little upset with your friend. She shouldn't have let you go on your own. He stays in silence for a while, deciding if he should go after you.

Your vision gets foggy by the tears, and you can't tell if the music stopped or you are just falling out of consciousness by the terror, but as the sounds of instruments finally fade completly, you scream in agony, hoping someone can hear you plead. Hoping Alucard could hear your plead.

Alucard's pupils shrink as he hears your recognizable voice and before Sypha could even ask him if he heard that too, he desappears in a figure darker than night, smoothly directing itself to where the sound of you came from. Sypha rushes after him, already closing her fists, ready to use her powers.

The drunken man slides his hand down to your womb, roughly pressing his thumbs onto your skin. You groan, tears falling down your cheeks. He is going to take the life of your so expected puiuţ.

The trees and people speed distorted as Alucard in his fog shape rushes in your rescue. His heart is filled with an unnatural rage, something he never felt before as he sees that filthy bastard hurting his beloved. Something similar to what his father might felt.

The dhampir materializes in front of the man, pushing him with anger against the stone wall of a house, the bastard couldn't even tell what was going on until he feels Alucard's piercering eyes, red as flames staring into his and his sharp fangs so close to his neck as he hisses like a serpent.

He was about to take his life when a sharp disc of ice cuts the bastard's skin. Alucard swiftly looks back and sees Sypha rushing towards you as you fall on your knees, sobbing. His attention then turns back to the man who feels the dhampir's fangs almost touching his throat.

"I am not marking this date so important for the villagers with your filthy blood. But get to know: if you touch my wife once again, i open your abdomen and wrap your guts around a tree with you alive."

This words doesn't seem to be spoken by your sweet Alucard. For a while, it feels like his father's anger for human kind took his mind and manifested phisically using his body.

He releases the drunk who limps florest inside and his eyes shift back to it's beautiful amber pigmentation, now filled with tears as he sees you broken on the ground attached to Sypha's shoulder, sobbing in shock.

"Shh... it's everything alright now, Y/N. He is gone"

Your friend rubs your back soothingly and helps you to stand up, but your arm never leaves hers until Alucard approaches, stretching his arms open to embrace you.

"Y/N! I am so sorry. I've failed you"

"H-he tried to kill our puiuţ..."

You whine and he rests his chin on top of your head, holding you tighter. He couldn't save his mother years ago, he couldn't save his father from his own madness. If he lost you to such an avoidable way, he couldn't forgive himself.

Sypha's heart sinks seeing her two friends in such a broken state. She hugs you both tightly and recomforts you, guiding you back to the festival.

No one of you including Trevor who was sleeping to the lullaby of alcohol had mood to continue in the village that night, going home was the only option. Your friends would sleep in the castle.

You didn't exchange a word way back to home until you silently opened the doors of your chambers and slowly slipped off from your dress. In the oval mirror, you could spot the two marks caused by the agressor's hands. A lump forms in your throat again, it's been q while since you don't feel your child, you fear the worst happened.

Alucard cames in, wrapping his arms around you though he hesitated for a while. He kisses your cheek and kneals down in front of you, pressing his ear against your belly.

"Can you hear it? The heartbeat... can you still hear anything?"

You speak, trying your best to not to cry being so aprehensive about his answer. He lingers a little, shifting his position and lowing down his breath.

"I can hear it."

He looks up at you, a sigh of relieve leaves your body.

"Our puiuţ is safe."

Alucard stands up after placing a kiss on your belly and wraps his arms around you, wiping away your relieved tears. You hug him tightly, sobs muffled by his chest and his tears fall over your hair as well.

"That was my fault"

You silently climb onto bed after calming down from the overwhelming night you had, and after minutes, he finally breaks the silence.

"It was my fault. If you or our baby got hurt, it would be my fault"

You didn't want to rub salt into the wound though you knew the incident was directly linked to the fact Alucard left you. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you listen to his apologize.

"I should have known you would be pissed off with me because of Greta, but it was not my intention. Forgive me, darling. I promise i will never leave your side ever again"

He turns to face you with those droopy amber eyes, tears tangled between his long eyelashes and he blinks for them to follow their flow. You cup Alucard's cheek and gives him a ressuring smile. You couldn't be mad at him.

"Accepted"

Seeing Alucard have another breakdown was the last thing you wanted to see. He wraps his arms around you, hand resting on your belly like a shield as you sleep in a deep slumber, lulled by the wind knocking on the window.

[xdjville]

wayv and their own love languages

pairing: wayv x gn!reader

cw: mentions of sex in winwin's (only in words, no descriptions), yangyang (half)jokingly being a hater in xiaojun's, proof read but i'm tired

author's note: i had to physically stop myself from getting carried away with kun's so it wouldn't end up twice as long as the others man i love him

#kun

quality time

if it wasn't for kun being so busy, he would literally be glued to you at the hip. only with you around he's able to truly relax, you're like a power outlet that he can use to charge his battery. what you're doing doesn't really matter to him that much, he will enjoy anything as long as you're there, but the slow, quiet moments when you're both in your own worlds have to be the ones he cherishes the most. of course, he loves going out with you and having a blast too, but something about those occasions brings him a sense of domesticity and really lets him unwind. like when you're both in his studio - him at the desk, composing or working on lyrics, while you're on the couch in the back with your laptop, focused on your own tasks, the silence being broken only the few times that kun asks about your opinion on whatever he came up with, or when you stand up to get a drink and place a kiss on his cheek as you walk by. or it could be him cooking dinner for the two of you, showing off his skills as you sit on the counter, humming quietly to his playlist playing in the background. every now and then he'd turn around to give you a piece of the food he's making for a taste test, repaying each good idea of how to improve the dish with a kiss.

#ten

thinking about you

ten is pretty much thinking about you every second that he's awake (and sometimes in his dreams, too), he's never not thinking about you. he often gets reminded of you by random things, whether because he thinks there's a visual resemblance (he then usually sends you a photo and a "you lol"), because it's something you like, or because it's somehow connected to a shared memory of yours. he brings you up in conversations a lot too, to the point where some of his friends seem to know you quite well without having actually met you. when he's travelling, he always takes many photos to send you along with voice messages about how his day went, and buys souvenirs or little trinkets to gift you when he's back. on the rare occasion when he's grocery shopping on his own, he makes it his mission to find all of your favorite snacks, which more often than not gets him distracted from the list you had put together for him, so you end up with a bunch of candy and no dinner (which is exactly why him shopping alone is a rare occurance). he also really likes putting together playlists with songs that remind him of you, some of them he'll send and give you access to, but there's also a few he made private which he listens to on days when the longing feels worse than usual.

#winwin

"i love you"

to most, it might seem like not that big of a deal, but to winwin those three words hold more meaning than all other existing ones combined. a meaning that's so important and valuable, binding even, that he uses them carefully and scarcelly in order to not abuse them. for most of his life they were reserved only for the closest family members, then, although in a different sense, also for his fans. saying them romantically for the first time was a whole new sesantion to him, and to be honest it still feels a bit foreign and uncomfortable. not because he doesn't love you, that he sure does and he makes sure to show that in other ways, but actually saying it out loud just makes him feel so bare and out in the open. hence his "i love you"s are usually muttered into the crook of your neck when you're pressed together after making love, breathed against your lips when he breaks the kiss only for a second so you can't see his face gaining more color than it already had, or whispered into your ear as he gently strokes the back of your head, your tears soaking into his sweater.

#xiaojun

sharing

xiaojun doesn't really do this purposefully, as a way to show his affection, it's just that the concept of "mine" and "yours" genuinely doesn't exist in his mind when it comes to you. want a bite of his food? it's yours as much as it's his. out of moisturiser? you probably use the same brand anyways. really like that one hoodie of his? might as well have been yours in the first place. he never expects the same behavior in return, he's totally fine if you value your privacy and he makes sure that you understand each other's boundaries, but he never lets go of that "what's mine is yours" mindset either way. xiaojun really enjoys showing you off ("shoving your relationship into people's faces", as one german boy likes to call it), so you wearing his clothes or jewelry is his absolute favorite thing ever. he then stares at you with heart-shaped, sparkly eyes, a wide, lovesick grin on his face, and the tips of his ears burning red (to the german boy's disgust).

#hendery

being vulnerable with you

very few people get to see the other side of hendery than the cheerful, quirky self that he usually is. the side that's exhausted and afraid, that pains and ugly cries. a lot of doors have to opened to reach it, but he trusts you more than anything and anyone, ever. he doesn't think he could be any more real and unfiltered as he is with you, it's almost like it's more comfortable than when he's all alone. when you're there, he can just let everything go and express his feelings in a way that's most true to himself, without faking or conceiling anything. all those nights he spent crying because of his past, present, and future, because of his fears and scars and sorrows, you've been there for him. and although in the morning when you're tangled in your sheets with puffy faces and dry skin either of you knows better than to mention whatever was said that night, he's truly, deeply grateful, and each time he makes a promise to himself that one day he'll tell you that.

#yangyang

kissing

yangyang's nothing if not a kiss person. it's his favorite thing in the whole world, to be able to just connect your lips until he forgets his own name because yours is all he can think about. little pecks, french kisses, make out sessions, spiderman kisses - you name it, he loves all of them and they're all his favorites, as long as it's you who's on the other end. you often try to push him away because you just ate something with garlic, or because you have yet to brush your teeth in the morning, but none of that really matters to him. in fact, he cherishes every sensation that comes with it, be it a taste of what you ate, the feeling of your dry lips when you forget to put on chapstick, or a string of saliva that keeps you connected after you pull away - god, that one makes him go weak in the knees. he especially likes when you take the initiative, it makes him feel loved and all warm inside (he would never admit that though). and if you lead the kiss, maybe a bit riled up from something happening at work or because you've missed him? oh, he's a goner.

#taglist ➼♡ @bambisnc

©xdjville

[msnihilist]

The exact photo that Peri wanted to see was right in front of him when the puff of fairy dust faded. It was taken the day of Timmy's freshman year prom, when he was gangly and awkward and brushing his bangs out to try and hide his acne. He hadn't had a date that year, so he had been planning to go with Chester and AJ in a group. 

It was before Mom and Dad had fully realized that Timmy wasn't going anywhere until he was eighteen, and they insisted on staying home for the evening so that Timmy could have a normal night out at his normal high school with his normal, human friends — making good, normal memories that wouldn't be taken away from him.

Timmy probably still remembered that night. But he didn't remember Peri’s favorite part.

For Peri, the best part of the evening had been when Timmy finished getting his suit on and Mom fussed over getting his hair perfect so that she could take a photo.

“Wanda, it's fine! It's not like I have a date tonight, anyway.”

“That's no reason not to look your best, sport.”

Then Dad had interrupted with a laugh, camera in hand. 

“We're never going to get a picture before AJ and Chester get here if you keep it up, Wanda. Timmy looks great!”

And Peri had chimed in—

“Can I be in the picture?”

At the time, it had made sense to Peri that, if he didn't get to go to the party, he could at least be in the photo with his big brother. 

“Of course! I couldn't possibly get my photo taken without you, Poof.”

“You two look so handsome together!”

“Say cheese!”

Peri ran his fingers over the frame, his gaze unwavering even though he had this photo committed to memory. He couldn't place why it was one of his favorites, it just was. He gently knocked his scepter against it, and watched as the moments leading up to the photo being taken played like an old film.

Timmy was grinning as he hefted Peri up into his arms, supporting his back and being careful of his wings. He was always so careful.

“Your tie,” Peri had said, and his clumsy four-year-old fingers yanked on the pink tie around Timmy's neck, making the wrinkles worse. 

But Timmy just smiled, and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes were ones that Peri never wanted to smooth away. He caught Peri's hand in his much larger one, quickly letting go to point at Cosmo with the camera. 

“Make sure you're looking at the camera, Poof. Give it your best smile!”

Peri did smile, but it hadn't been for the camera, or even for Mom and Dad — it had been for Timmy, holding him with ease, always making room for Peri and making him feel cherished.

Wanda’s cooing and Cosmo’s chatter faded as the memory came to a stop. Mindlessly, Peri reached out and played it again. And again. And yet again, his eyes glued to Timmy’s face all the while. 

He wished that the memory was a film; something that he could touch. He wished that the memory was a stream that he could dip his fingers into, feel it all again like it was the first time and not a lifetime ago.

Peri didn't realize that he was crying until tears dripped onto his scepter and his shaking hands. His vision blurred violently and he turned away from the photo, rubbing his face with his sleeve. 

When they lost Timmy, it had ripped their little family to shreds. There wasn't supposed to be only three of them. They had so many photos of Timmy, and yet, every photograph that didn't contain him felt so, so much heavier.

“If Love Is The Answer, You're Home” CH.7: The Trouble With Moving On

[mirikitakato]

[Translation] 4th Anni Card Episodes of Shino, Heathcliff and Oz.

Because they're nicely written by Bunta so I think I should translate them when I have them in hands. I also like the Oz's one a lot because it's funny but when you think about it, it's pretty wholesome in a very Northern way.

CARD EPISODE: SHINO AND THE DOOR OF DAYS BYGONE…

Akira: I heard that on the shores of Borda Isle, there is a door that allows you to see the past. Speaking of the past, when I first came to this world, I still had a lot of uneasiness in my heart. But when I recalled a certain memory, I felt at ease.

Shino: What memory?

Akira: The memory of a trusted adult reading a book to me as a child.

Shino: Is that so.

Akira: Is there any memories that would act like a talisman for you, Shino? Memories that provide comfort to you.

Shino:..... Somehow...

Akira: Yes?

Shino: I keep thinking about Heath.

Akira: Ah, I see. You two are childhood friends after all...

Shino: No, it's not good because I'm a servant. Memories of being with my master shouldn’t make me feel at ease. By the way, what did Heath say?

Akira: I haven't asked him anything yet.

Shino: What? Why didn't you?

Akira: S-sorry...

Shino: The feelings I had before were not for Heath, but for the time I spent with the master and mistress.

Akira: Would it make you feel at ease to remember that?

Shino: Guess so. Taking care of Heath is just a forced job.

Akira: You're saying that again...but your relationship isn't a forced one.

Shino: I know. Heath is my true master now. I can't allow myself to feel at ease when I think of my master.

Akira: I see...

Shino: I'll set an image for myself to remember. If I repeat it enough times, I can control these feelings.

Akira: Huh......!? Is that something you can control yourself?

Shino: If I have these feelings because a certain image comes to mind, then I can. Hmm, what kind of scene do I need to remember to feel at ease and become stronger?

Akira: (Even if you remember Heath, you won't become weaker though...)

Shino: Maybe Oz? After all, he's the strongest in the world. Hmm...? If I feel relieved when I see a strong guy come along, does that mean I'm weak?

Akira: It feels like a very random stream of consciousness, but thanks anyway...

CARD EPISODE: HEATHCLIFF AND THE DOOR OF DAYS BYGONE…

Akira: I heard that on the shores of Borda Isle, there is a door that allows you to see the past. Speaking of the past, when I first came to this world, I still had a lot of uneasiness in my heart. But when I recalled a certain memory, I felt at ease.

Heathcliff: A certain memory...Can I ask what it’s like?

Akira: The memory of a trusted adult reading a book to me as a child.

Heathcliff: Ah, I see. As a child, I was always drawn to the stories that adults would tell me.

Akira: Is there any memories that would act like a talisman for you? Memories that provide comfort to you.

Heathcliff: Hmm...well...there are many. Compared to other wizard children, my parents' love for me even made me feel guilty. They must have taken extra care of me so that I, who was born a wizard, wouldn't be in pain. My parents told me countless times how much they loved and cherished me. So...I've been living a peaceful life since then. Shino and the people who work at Blanchett also make me feel at ease. I'm so grateful to everyone for being able to live like this.

Akira: (Heath... Just listening to him makes me feel so happy...) (For some reason, he can't catch his breath. Is it because he’s suffocating or because he feels guilty?) (It's like he's talking to himself.) (Maybe because Heath is so sensitive, he knows that his parents and Shino want him to have a happy life.) (No matter what it is, if you're expected to do something, it's bound to put some pressure on you...) (...Heath has it tough too...)

Akira: I'm glad that Heath is surrounded by kind people. I also want Heath to live a peaceful and happy life.

Heath: Thank you, Sage.

Akira: But...I'm not saying I want you to live a perfect, ideal happy life. What I mean is that I want Heath to be able to live freely like everyone else, according to his own will. To enjoy happiness and sadness. Isn't that what everyone else wants?

Heath: Sage... I remember something. A scene that made me feel at ease when I was sad...

Akira: Please tell me about it. What kind of memory is it?

Heath: I may have mentioned this before, but... It's a memory of the orange tree in the greenhouse near Blanchett Castle.

CARD EPISODE: OZ AND THE DOOR OF DAYS BYGONE…

Akira: I heard that on the shores of Borda Isle, there is a door that allows you to see the past. Speaking of the past, when I first came to this world, I still had a lot of uneasiness in my heart. But when I recalled a certain memory, I felt at ease.

Oz: A certain memory...?

Akira: The memory of a trusted adult reading a book to me as a child.

Oz: ........

Akira: Is there any memories that would act like a talisman for you? Memories that provide comfort to you.

Oz: .....Making myself feel at ease with memories...?

Akira: I-is my question strange?

Oz: No... I always win against Mithra.

Akira: Yes.

Oz: I’ve never lost to Owen and Bradley. The same goes for the twins and Figaro, I won't lose to them now.

Akira: I know.

Oz: These memories and achievements make me feel at ease. It's not to the point of being relaxed, but just a statement of fact.

Akira: Okay...

Oz: Is this what you want to hear?

Akira: To be honest, that's not what I meant... It should be more heartwarming memories, right? The kind that can make people relax...

Oz: ......

Akira: (Oz and the Northern wizards, do they not have any memories that make them feel at ease, or any moments of relaxation?)

Oz: A long time ago, when I was still small and my power was far from what it is now... The twins and Figaro made me drink poison.

Akira: Eh??

Oz: Of course, I would never drink it obediently. I resisted with my life, and those guys were also seriously injured. After a few similar incidents, I understood. What they were giving me wasn't poison, but medicine.

Akira: (It's a little story about feeding medicine to a wild beast...)

Oz: I didn't know there was such a thing as medicine back then. I used magic to heal myself from minor and major injuries. And the medicine tasted terrible. But now, I can drink it without worry. Will a story like that do?

Akira: (It's barely heartwarming...)

[astrxq]

hey! was just wondering (if your requests are open) if you could write something about chad meeks (from scream) and reader?? anything you want but maybe some fluff or like mutual pinning? Thanks anyway🫶🏼

nana's cookies and shared secrets

chad meeks x reader

words: 3.1k

notes: ahhh i loved writing this so much, i hope you like it :). not proofread!

Here's your text with grammar, punctuation, and vocabulary mistakes corrected:

Living next to your best friend had many advantages, at least for Chad, who would knock on your door every day at lunch and dinner time, a grin plastered on his face while he begged you to cook something for him. You were sure that he had never used his kitchen in the three months he'd been living in his apartment.

An advantage for you, though, was Chad's DVD collection of your favorite movies. The ones you'd bought him for his fifteenth birthday and that he still kept next to his TV, just in case a movie night was due. His DVD collection was like a treasure trove of nostalgia, containing all the films that had shaped your friendship over the years. Some were gifts from you, carefully chosen to match his taste, while others were movies he had discovered and introduced to you. Each movie held a special memory or inside joke between the two of you.

You cherished those DVDs, not only because of the moments with Chad, but also because it was the only time when you would allow yourself to be so close to him. Chad was a cuddler; if he wasn't holding onto a pillow, he would hold your hand, your thigh, anything. And you'd have to hide your face so he wouldn't see just how much you enjoyed being so close to him.

Sometimes, while engrossed in one of the movies, Chad's hand would find its way to yours. His touch always ignited a spark within you, an electric connection that you couldn't ignore. You would steal glances at him, trying to gauge if he felt the same way. But as quickly as the touch came, it would retreat, leaving you longing for more.

It was bittersweet, these stolen moments of intimacy. You cherished them, treasured them, but at the same time, you feared what might happen if you let your true feelings show. The risk of losing Chad's friendship seemed too big, so you buried your emotions deep within, hiding them behind laughter and playful teasing. As time went on, you wondered if there would ever come a day when you could gather the courage to reveal your true feelings to Chad.

When you were ten, Chad gifted you a journal for your birthday so you could write down your own recipes, knowing just how much you loved baking with your grandmother. And the year later, he bought a signed CD of your favorite singer, which you were sure was now scratched and worn out from how many times you'd played it.

As you grew older, your feelings for Chad evolved beyond friendship. You began to see him in a different light, noticing the small details that made him himself and realizing the depth of your affection for him. However, the fear of ruining what you had held you back from expressing those feelings. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if it changed everything between you?

So, you continued to live in the shadow of the friend zone, relishing the stolen moments of closeness during movie nights while suppressing the longing in your heart. Each time Chad's hand brushed against yours, you wondered if it was a sign, a subtle indication that he might share your hidden desires. But doubt and uncertainty clouded your thoughts, and you convinced yourself it was merely wishful thinking on your part.

Chad's job took time away from your usual meals together; his shifts were long and tiring. So when he got back to his home, he went straight to bed, leaving you to cook alone. The absence of Chad's cheerful presence during mealtimes made you realize just how much you relied on those shared moments. Cooking for one felt empty, and you found yourself longing for the sound of his laughter and the taste of his genuine appreciation for your company.

As the days turned into weeks, you couldn't help but miss the movie nights as well. The DVDs sat untouched, collecting dust on his shelf, and you yearned for the familiar comfort of sitting side by side with Chad, engrossed in a captivating story while stealing glances at each other in the dimly lit room. The movies had always been an excuse to be close, and now that excuse was absent.

You couldn't deny that something had shifted within you. The longing in your heart grew stronger, and you missed him terribly. But still, the fear of rejection held you back, and you couldn't bear the thought of jeopardizing the bond you shared.

One evening, unable to distract yourself, you found yourself flipping through the pages of the journal Chad had given you all those years ago. Memories flooded back as you read the entries about your baking recipes and the messy handwriting of your younger self, and a surge of nostalgia washed over you. You stood, not bothering to change out of your pajamas as you rushed to your front door, ready to go visit him and swinging it open.

Outside stood Chad, his hand up as if he was about to knock, and a grin on his face, one you had missed more than anything. "I know it's late, but… dinner?" You couldn't help but smile, feeling a wave of relief rush through you. "I've missed your cooking too much," he admitted sheepishly, stepping inside your apartment. "I've been eating takeout for weeks, and it's just not the same."

You chuckled and closed the door behind him. "Someone's hungry." Chad's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Always hungry when it comes to your cooking. I know it's late, do you have any leftovers for me?" He mimicked the puppy eyes that used to work so well on his own mother when he was a kid.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You never change, do you? Always trying to get a free meal out of me." He shrugged, still wearing that mischievous grin. "It's not my fault you're an amazing cook. I can't resist your food." His arms circled your waist while you looked inside the fridge, your cheeks heating up like they usually did around Chad.

You pretended to be unfazed by his proximity, even though his touch sent shivers down your spine. "Well, lucky for you, I made a double portion of my famous lasagna yesterday. I knew you'd show up eventually," you teased, trying to mask the butterflies in your stomach.

Chad leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "You always know how to take care of me," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. The closeness between you felt both thrilling and nerve-wracking, a delicate balance that you had become accustomed to over the years. He blinked, smirking. "You're letting the cold out of the fridge, Y/N."

You snapped back to reality, realizing you were still standing with the fridge door open. Blushing, you quickly grabbed the container of lasagna and closed the fridge. "Right, sorry about that," you mumbled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Chad chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "No worries, I'm used to you getting lost in your own world. Now, let's dig into that lasagna before it gets cold!"

As you served the steaming slices onto plates, Chad couldn't contain his anticipation. "Mmm, it smells amazing," he praised, eagerly taking his seat.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you watched him, his enthusiasm bringing warmth to your heart. With each bite, he savored the flavors

and occasionally let out sounds of delight. It was a familiar sight, one that brought back memories of countless meals you had shared together.

Between mouthfuls, Chad paused and looked up at you. "You know, I've really missed this. Eating together, talking, just being here with you." Before you could answer, he spoke again. "You know what I miss?"

"What?" you smiled, and he reached for another forkful of his dish. "Your nana's cookies." He closed his eyes, humming as he pretended to imagine having one of his childhood snacks. You laughed softly at his comment. "Ah, those cookies were legendary, weren't they? I still remember the first time you tried them. You practically begged my nana to share the recipe with you."

Chad grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Can you blame me? They were like bites of heaven! Remember when I tried to replicate them? I'm not allowed near an oven back at home anymore."

You laughed, remembering the disastrous baking attempts Chad had made in the past. "Oh, God. I remember that. You made Mindy try the burnt cookies." Chad shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"I had such high hopes, you know. But I guess baking just isn't my forte. That's why I rely on your amazing cooking skills." You raised an eyebrow playfully before he shushed you and stood to clean off both of your plates. "You know," you started, "I'm pretty sure she gave me the recipe; it must be in the journal you got me."

Chad's eyes widened with excitement. "Really? You have your nana's cookie recipe in there?" he asked eagerly, his voice filled with anticipation.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's in here somewhere." You motioned for Chad to join you at the kitchen counter, where the journal sat, and you flicked through the pages before setting it open to a page filled with your grandmother's neat handwriting.

Chad leaned in, his eyes scanning the page. "Oh, look at this! 'Nana's secret chocolate chip cookies,'" he read aloud, his voice filled with delight. "This is the one!"

You both huddled closer, shoulder to shoulder, as you read through the cherished recipe together. Chad's excitement was contagious, and you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Well? Let's bake them." He offered, taking the book from your hands and listing the ingredients. Once he was done, he looked up, waiting. "Hurry!"

You grinned, captivated by Chad's eagerness. "Alright, let's do it. But I have one condition," you teased, raising an eyebrow. Chad tilted his head, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Oh, really? What's the condition?"

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You have to promise not to burn down the kitchen this time." He reached for your hand, mimicking a handshake. "I do the mixing, and you do the baking?"

"Deal. Just make sure to follow the recipe carefully this time, Mr. Kitchen Disaster." Chad feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Hey now, I've improved! I'll have you know that my cooking skills have gone up a whole half-notch since the last time."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Half a notch, huh? Well, I'll be sure to keep the fire extinguisher nearby, just in case."

As you gathered the ingredients and started preheating the oven, Chad stood by your side, eagerly watching your every move. It felt natural to be in the kitchen together, sharing this moment, and you couldn't help but savor it. And every time you moved around the kitchen to grab the ingredients that Chad had listed, you could feel him near, his chest against your shoulder, or simply his presence driving you insane.

"So, what's the first step, chef?" Chad asked, a spark of mischief in his eyes. You handed him a mixing bowl and a whisk. "First, we'll need to cream together the butter and sugars. And by 'we,' I mean you. I'll supervise to make sure you don't cause any culinary disasters."

Chad grinned, accepting the challenge. "Alright, chef supervisor, prepare to be amazed by my whisking skills!" He started vigorously whisking the butter and sugars together, his enthusiasm infectious.

You watched him with a mixture of amusement and fondness. "Steady there, whisking champion. Remember, we want a creamy consistency, not an arm workout."

Chad chuckled, his focus shifting to maintaining a steady pace. "Got it. Creamy consistency." As he continued whisking, you took a moment to appreciate the scene unfolding before you. The familiar rhythm of your friendship mixed with the anticipation of what could be.

After the butter and sugars were perfectly combined, you handed Chad the next set of ingredients. "Now, add the eggs and vanilla. Slow and steady wins the race."

Chad nodded, cracking the eggs carefully and adding them to the mixture. He poured in the vanilla extract you'd handed to him and whisked again, his determination evident. "Slow and steady." You thought it was cute, the way he kept repeating your instructions and how he bit his bottom lip as he focused on the task at hand.

The thought crossed your mind once again: what if this was the perfect moment to reveal your true feelings? You pushed the thought aside, reminding yourself of the risks involved. You didn't want to lose the friendship you cherished so much. But as the minutes ticked by, and Chad's whisking turned into a rhythm, you found it harder to resist the pull of your emotions.

"Alright, Chad, you're doing great," you encouraged, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "Now, let's add the dry ingredients gradually and mix."

Chad followed your instructions, adding the flour mixture little by little while you gently folded it into the batter. The kitchen was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of your hands working together. Once you informed him the mix was done, he went to dip a finger in it, just for a taste, but you smacked his hand away.

He watched you intently as you poured a few chocolate chips into the mix, but they didn't seem to be enough for Chad. "Some more? Please?" When you looked back at him with a mocking look, he took the matter into his own hands and tilted your hands toward the bowl, dipping a whole handful of chips into the mix. He grinned at his own actions. "Don't look at me like that, you know chocolate makes everything better."

Chad followed you to the heated oven, opening it for you so you could slide the tray inside easily. As you waited, Chad leaned against the counter, and you sat next to him, your thighs and his hips almost touching. A hush fell over the kitchen, the only sound being the gentle hum of the oven.

Chad's gaze held yours, and you could see a whirlwind of emotions playing out on his face. Silence stretched between you, and doubt began to creep in, threatening to shatter the fragile moment.

But then, with a mix of determination and tenderness, Chad leaned in, closing the distance between you. His lips brushed against

yours, not fully sealing a kiss. His breath ghosted over your lips, the smell of chocolate evident due to the few chips he'd secretly sneaked into his mouth while you finished off with the mixture.

"Chad," you whispered, not really sure of what you were going to say, just testing to see if you were still able to speak because of the proximity. His eyes didn't move away from yours as he moved his hand from the countertop to your waist, then your neck. Your heart raced, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, craving more.

"Chad…" you repeated, and your voice wavered, overwhelmed by a wave of emotions that threatened to consume you.

You tilted your head slightly, inviting him in, and he obliged, closing the distance between your lips. The first touch was electric, a soft brush that left you craving more. His lips were warm and velvety, molding against yours with a gentle urgency, as if he had dreamed of this as much as you had.

Chad's hands traveled down your back, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. Lost in the moment, you could feel his breath against your skin, mingling with your own. Soft breaths escaped both of you, blending with the sounds of your lips exploring each other. The taste of him, sweet, filled your senses, intoxicating you further.

With each kiss, the intensity grew, and you craved more. His tongue sought entrance, a silent plea for deeper connection, and you willingly granted it.

Your bodies pressed against the counter, the heat between you intensified. You could feel the tension building, the desire burning within you both. The intimate dialogue that ensued was whispered, breathless, and filled with a shared longing.

His hands roamed your body, tracing the curves, igniting every nerve. The kisses became deeper, more urgent. Time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the passion that consumed you, the world beyond the kitchen counter fading away. You felt like if Chad moved away from you, you'd melt away, urging for the smallest touches, like you'd always done.

The beeping of the oven made you pull back slightly, only for Chad to dive back in for another kiss, his hands cradling your face as he slowed his forceful kiss into small pecks. Not pulling away, you slid down the counter, your hips meeting his as he kept his hands on your waist, holding you close to him.

"They're gonna get burnt," you mumbled, your voice almost being stolen away by his mouth. He hummed, finally pulling away to let you turn off the oven and take out the tray, carefully placing it on the stovetop.

You turned to face Chad, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "They turned out perfect," you said, your voice laced with satisfaction.

Chad grinned. "Well, you're the master-chef here. I'm just the lucky taste tester," he replied, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours.

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within. "Oh, so now you're admitting that you sneak cookies before they're fully baked?"

Chad shrugged, still wearing that mischievous grin. "What can I say? It's my job to ensure the quality control, you know."

Rolling your eyes, you reached for a freshly baked cookie from the tray, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite. Chad's grin widened, and he reached for a cookie himself. Taking a bite, he closed his eyes, relishing the taste. When he opened them again, his gaze locked with yours, a spark of desire evident.

He moved closer, and just when you thought he was going to kiss you again, he reached for your head and ruffled your hair before smirking. "How about I go get my DVDs? I don't have work tomorrow."

[moonlight-prose]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I have spent several days drafting this post because there's so much I want to say. 2023 was filled with some big moments for me. I graduated college, met my friend group, went on night time adventures, and actually acted like my age for once. I was chaotic and fun and carefree for the first time since I turned 19. But things have also gone wrong in many ways.

Which is why I write this to you guys. The incredible people on this site. Whether you follow me, are my mutuals, or have seen my blog in passing (or in your notes), I want to wish you a Happy New Year.

While this year might have sucked for a majority of it, the light I found in this community - on this site - is unmatched. I have met some of my greatest friends here. I've cried to fics, lost my mind over characters, and written so much more than I actually expected. It's been a hell of a year and an absolute honor getting to thirst with y'all.

So here's to getting sluttier in 2024! I'm toasting my champagne glass to you guys.

I also wanted to simply shout out some very important people to me. They've made 2023 bearable and I couldn't have been happier to know them through this place. A big massive fucking THANK YOU to my darlings. You're the greatest people I know.

@soulores my queen, my babe, my bestie. it is hard to believe we didn't start officially talking till summer of this year, because i genuinely feel like we've known each other for years. from our sunday morning phone conversations, to our screaming in the dms about these fictional men, and movie days with you. i couldn't have asked for a better friend to meet this year. here's to many many more memories in 2024 (and to finally meeting in person!).

@themarcusmoreno what would be a dedication post without mentioning you! my love i am so so fucking happy we met two years ago. all because of pedro pascal. crazy to think i would have found such an incredible person who happened to love all the things i love! you're the greatest friend and i am so grateful for you. thank you for sticking with me.

@sunflowersteves vic the absolute bad bitch. THE PERSON YOU ARE. i am so so so so fucking happy you and i are still mutuals. after meeting through marvel of all things and then pedro and now top gun. there's so many memories with you i cherish. and i can't wait to make more. and a massive thank you for being such a cheerleader for my writing this year. you and ash have managed to keep me going even when times were tough.

@karasong my first EVER mutual on this site. it's so hard to think that if it weren't for you i wouldn't be writing on here. you followed me two years ago and i flipped out and the feeling hasn't changed one bit. i couldn't be happier you're in my life. from starting up the server with you, to yearning for obi-wan, life with you in it is so much better.

@softanon it would not be a proper dedication post if i did not add you babes. dia you are one of my favorite people to exist. you're effortlessly cool, have the best ideas, and i always feel so lucky that i met you. from our talks about the moon knight bois, to tommy miller, to yearning over din djarin, i have loved every single convo with you. they bring me so much joy. you are an incredible person and i am looking forward to SO MANY more convos about our favorite men!

@saradika to one of the greatest people to exist in this fandom i love love love you. your graphics and the love you show to everyone around is so incredible and bright. we seriously don't deserve you, but i am so happy you are here and that you exist. you've made 2024 brighter just by being here.

@tarrenterror25 the spookiest darling ever! when you showed up on the server it was such a good day! and you brought with you so much fun and joy that the server was never the same. i am sending you an infinite amount of love this new years and here's to more chaos with you in 2024!

to my darlings in the dilf nation server:

@arctvrvs thea babes you are iconic, lovely, and are one of the best people to exist. you made 2023 so much better just by being around to yearn over joel with you. i couldn't be happier to know you!

@fluffyprettykitty selene you are the coolest people who has the coolest fics! the love you share on fics is so incredible, it never ceases to bring a smile to my face. also you're just so awesome i couldn't have asked for a better person to join the server.

@rae-gar-targaryen my fanboy lover in crime. i'm sure i've said it countless times, but you are so cool and amazing and beautiful. you are a goddess in real life. the talent you have is so fucking incredible it haunts me. i love each and every one of your creations and i love you as well!

@mostly-megan you are an absolute sweetheart and even though we haven't talked much in 2023, i hope to have so many more conversations with you in the coming new year. sending you my love darling!

@agirllovespancakes iris you lovely human being. i remember when i was first posting hurt you would reblog the greatest comments. and it made me want to continue, because i looked forward to each one. and now that i know you love tommy too! you're so amazing and i dedicate a new years kiss to you.

@inklore you talented insanely incredible person! i could make a whole list of good things about you. i am sending you SO MUCH love for 2024. i hope it's amazing.

@outercrasis birdie my darling i want to tell you all the things that i cherish about you. from the love you showed on black velvet, to the way we screamed about bruce wayne and even frank castle, i live for our conversations. here's to so much more fun in 2024 and infinite convos about saltburn.

tagging those lovely humans who've made 2023 so incredible. please know i love you so much and i am kissing you when the clock strikes midnight. thank you for making this year so incredible!:

@stargazingcarol, @cregan-starks, @lady-of-glass-and-bone, @fushic0re, @targaryenvampireslayer, @pennyserenade, @flightlessangelwings, @stargirlfics, @goldgilzean, @kalllistos, @flordeamatista, @perotovar, @my-secret-shame, @roamwithahungryheart, @galatially, @eloquentmoon, @starryeyedstories, @oscarseyebrow, @iraot, @zinzinina, @thefact0rygirl, @iamskyereads, @navybrat817, @ifimayhaveaword, @the-godparticle

[kikuism]

yesterday i watched 14 episodes of frieren in one sitting. i was too delirious to write out any coherent thoughts but now i'll try to. i love this show so, so much. i had a feeling i would, but it surpassed my every expectation. i've missed watching something that touches me so deeply.

the themes of regret and the past and the future are interwoven into a beautiful tapestry of love and sorrow. it takes her friends dying and being confronted with the passage of time and mortality for cold, stoic frieren learn to value and cherish the present and take chances with friendship and forming connections, because even though one day it will end, as she has experienced, it will still have been worth it for the memories she creates. she didn't know what she had until it was too late, and the regret quietly gnaws at her—what if she had gotten to know her companions better? what if she could do it all again differently? the tragedy is that she was too late—she can never get to know himmel like that, that time is over, and all she has is the endless present stretching out before her. a part of me always wishes himmel could come back so she could do it right this time, get to learn about him, get to know everything about him, cherish everything about him. i love when the end is the catalyst for the begging, and it's so heartfelt and bittersweet in this show.

so all frieren has is the present, and she is determined to do it right this time. she takes on an apprentice when before she said it was a waste of time since they would eventually die—and she teaches her, and praises her, and makes every effort with her that she never afforded her friends in the past. in fern we see a different sort of frieren, quiet, exceptionally powerful, but so warm and compassionate in the way that freiren herself is now learning how to be. it's the way she's given a second chance at love and friendship, and this time she doesn’t squander it. for so long she believed it was pointless to leave a mark, that she could pass through time unseen, but she actively makes an effort—when she buys a hair clip for fern, apologizing that she didn't know what to get because she didn't know her all that well. frieren shows us that it's easy to live your life alone and seemingly at ease, and that it's connecting with others that's the hardest, because people won't know how you're feeling unless you tell them—it’s hard and it's awkward but she pushes through, because creating memories is well worth any hardship it takes. memories and magic might as well be the strongest tools an elf can have, to sustain them through their long lives. and it's the way the past still lives on in her present, too—the way stark trembles just like eisen used to, the corrupt habits of heitar that also exist in sein, the way the original party of heroes resurfaces in the form of fern, stark, sein, and freiren. the way she wears her master’s earrings and passes on the magic she learned from her to fern. the way himmel never said no to having statues constructed of himself and the others, not only so that they would be remembered, that they existed, but also so that frieren wouldn't be alone in the future. he understood the long stretch of her immortality better than she ever did, how all of those endless years can turn being alone into a terrible loneliness. as long as humanity goes on, the original party of heroes will never be forgotten, and in this way, too, frieren will never be lonely. the way humanity remembers and celebrates is foreign to frieren, but she learns to do it in her own quiet way, planting a field of himmel’s favorite flowers around one of many statues. memory is a powerful tool.

nothing could faze someone who never dies, but then frieren learns the beauty of things like the sunrise on the dawn of the new year, because she had fern with her, who made sure she got up in time to appreciate its beauty. i think this is one of the cornerstones of the series: alone, she wouldn't be able to appreciate the beauty of the world around her, the world that she has traversed for more than a thousand years. even the ring that himmel gave her, which for so long she thought of as just a band of metal—she loses it, and fern, knowing more than frieren about the significance of the ring, immediately helps her search for it, even delaying their departure until they found it—she sees it in a new light when she finds it: it isn't just a mere accessory, but a tangible form of her past, of himmel, what they meant to each other. as her understanding of humanity and their customs and rituals deepens, so too does her understanding of her own past and the actions of her friends.

time is constantly mentioned in frieren; the montages of staying at villages, recuperating, stocking up, before setting off once more—all take about 6 months or so. this is nothing but a sliver of a drop in frieren’s endless time, but for her human companions, it is a significant stretch of time. fern tells frieren how she has been living with her half her life already, and frieren smiles and tells her it's going to be more now. though she still has trouble understanding human years—(“what's a mere 30 years?”)—she is learning to make the most of this time, no matter how fleeting it feels to her. the journey to the demon king’s castle is a ten year journey, which again is nothing for frieren but a significant chunk of time for her companions. i always found myself randomly tearing up during episodes because of this realization—she is forever, but they aren't. one day they too will pass from this world. it's just a mere 10 years for her, but for her companions, it’s the main adventure of their lifetime, and she doesn't want to repeat the regrets of the past, so she cherishes every moment she has with them as her understanding of humanity deepens.

it’s a beautiful story about the profound loneliness of immortality, the beauty of fleeting moments that pass by like shooting stars, the healing power of memory against the steady march of time, the endless beauty of the world that is there if you open your eyes to it. her journey with himmel and the others was a mere 10 year journey, but it had such a profound impact on her that resonates deeply with her now: there is no time like the present, cherish the time that you have with the people around you. for someone who was merely just existing, who is now learning to live with new companions at her side, watching her understanding of her past, present, and future deepen as she forges connections with those around her is profoundly and deeply moving. i've never really experienced a story like this before, and the absolutely stunning animation, music, and everything else make this an experience unlike any other.

[simp4konig]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞!! 🎄🎁

°❆⛄⋆.ೃ࿔🦌*:･❄️

It's Christmas! I myself am celebrating for a three-day period with my family 😊, and I wanted to celebrate it with everyone here, too! ☺️🫶❤️

Was wary that I wouldn't write this in time, but, thankfully, I wrote it *just* in time! 🙇🏼‍♀️

I want to take the time to thank everyone for this amazing year I've had! 💫🚀✨🌠 I created this account around mid-August, with my first post being on the 17th/19th (if you can count an anonymous reblog as a post 🤭), and in less than half a year, I've made so many memories and had so many memorable interactions that I cherish and will cherish from here onwards.

Thank you to all my followers (all 412 of you!!!! 😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💞💞💕) for deciding to follow this profile of mine.

I acknowledge updates haven't always been regular, and I know that I have not posted a fanfiction in nearly two months, but I want you all to know that with the new year, I will best this year's best and do even more of my hardest to give you regular updates. No official promises, though. I don't make promises, but I *do* give my own devotion. 🤧💔

I honestly feel so horrible for having an inactive account, and from the bottom of my heart, please accept my apology. I promise to do better, and do more for you all. 😓

Still, thank you to all of my followers that like my posts on a regular basis! I see you, and appreciate you. 👀💞

°❆⛄⋆.ೃ࿔🦌*:･❄️

And, I would like to devote an entire section to all of my mutuals. You people all mean a *lot* to me, and I thank you all for just being here 🥹🥹❤️🙏❤️❤️✨:

Thank you, @puff0o0🎅.

You were the inspiration for this account.

Had you not inspired me with your Self-aware AU series, and your COD works, I doubt I would have written anything. But it was you, your character, and your writing, that inspired me to write my own works, and I'm so happy to have you here, eventhough, I'll admit, I'm a total POS at times and tell you to kill yourself every day <33

I genuinely appreciate you so much, and I'm glad that you're not only a mutual, but someone that I can call a friend. I still remember how excited I got when you followed me back! 🥹🥹🥹🥹💓💓💕💞💞💞💞💓💓🤧🤧💕💕💕💕💕

It's an honour for me, really, and, although I'm not the best at words sometimes, please, I want you know that you've made a meaningful impact on my life.

Thank you, @simpforkonig🎄.

You were one of my earliest mutuals and I had really enjoyed talking to you.

I see you 👀, liking my fanfictions and posts eventhough some of my posts are downright unhinged. 🤗💫

I'm thankful to have you as a mutual, a silent presence that makes me smile. 🥰❤️

Thank you, @abysslovesyou🦌.

It is *ME* that loves *YOU*, btw!! 😽💓💕🙈💖✨💞💕💕

I will forever remain your No.1 Appreciator™. 🦸🏼‍♀️🦸🏼‍♀️🌠

My interactions with you always brought a smile to my face, and I will always dedicate my works to you even if you are not tagged anymore.

Thank you so much for your kind words, and your encouragement. It all has meant, and still means, a lot to me. I hope that I can get around to finish all your RQs before I am rotting on my deathbed LMAOO 💔💔⚰️🥀🧟‍♀️🪦

Thank you, @aethelwyneleigh27🍪🥛 (thank GOD🙏 even tho im atheist 🛐, that my phone had your user saved. With my dinosaur arms🦖, it'd have taken me YEARS to type your name out ☠️☠️💀).

You are genuinely one of the loveliest people I've ever met. 🥹🥹💓 You are so kind to me, so genuine, and it's not often that one meets someone like you.

I still remember how I had short circuited when, when I went to follow you, it displayed that we were mutuals and you had been following me all along, like??? 😭😭😭 What an honour????? 🥹🥹🥹💓💓💓 AND THEN YOU ADDED ME TO YOUR TAGLIST AND I WAS LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAADJDJSJSJA😭😭😭😭💘💘💘💘💘💘

Somehow, it's due to your amazing writing that I have fallen HARD for Ghost. 😓 The Dad! Simon series is one that I have been reading lurking from the shadows reading, can't believe I blew my cover my liking your post LOL 🤡. Anyways, thank you for honouring me with your follow. 🥹💓🙏✨

Thank you, @nevadancitizen🎁.

I STILL can't get over that it was ME that inspired someone to write something 💔😭😭✋💗💗💘💘💘💘.

Your fanfictions were and are great! It's an honour to have you as mutual, given your writing is a pleasure to read. ☺️☺️🫶✨

Thank you, @trepaika (no Christmas emoji because you don't celebrate it, so have a cookie 😘🍪).

You're a good friend of mine, and I appreciate you beyond words, even when you say nothing in the group chat aside from sending that GODforsaken gif of Tom Hutcherson 😘😘 LMAO 😭❌

Okay, but in all honesty, you're so lovely to talk to, and I'm glad to have you as a mutual, and friend. 🥹💖✨✨💓💕💕

Thank you, @skeletalgoats☃️, for... erhmmm?... being SO unhinged that you aren't even connected to the door frame, I guess? 💀☠️☠️

OKAY, but seriously, you're hilarious. I find your energy infectious, and even thought I do a double take when I see the stuff your little noodle has boiled, I like it this way. 🤧🤧💖

Thank you, @nightlyvoidz🍻.

I may not know you well, and you may not know me well, either, but you're genuinely the most sweet person I've met.

To me, you're wholesome, and I think you're really lovely. 😇💓

Thank you, @dobaddo🐻‍❄️.

Please forgive how tumblr wants to cockblock our conversations by refusing to send me notifications 💔💔😔🙏 That aside, I think you're really funny, and I love how we have loads in common (ehhh, stuff I won't list for obvious reasons 🥶🥶). It's a great day when we actually have the occasion to talk a little, about everything and nothing HAHA 😝🩷🩷💓💞

°❆⛄⋆.ೃ࿔🦌*:･❄️

And, finally, I would like to thank for a final time all of my followers: the oldest, the most recent, the ones that check in on me, the ones that lurk from the shadows, the ones that like my posts, the ones that reblog, and especially the ones that leave comments. I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank *YOU*! for blessing me with my own little corner of the internet. 🥰🫶❤️❤️❤️🙌✨✨❤️

Have a wonderful Christmas (or, a wonderful time if you don't celebrate it💪💪😎😎💯🙌)

Until next year! 🚀

[kairiscorner]

HI AGAIN EVERYONE !! i'm terribly sorry for the lack of any updates or content from me, life's been a little hectic as of late (2024 has been a rollercoaster of a year for me) and i've been pretty slumped with real life stuff to deal with ...

as much as i want to get back to writing and fulfilling my requests both here on tumblr and on c.ai, i don't think i'll be able to write/update yet ;-; it's just another life update, and i'm sorry about that 🥹🥹🥹

but it always fills me with bursts of joy and delightful surprise to know some of you guys are still interacting with my past content and would like to see more !!

thank you, all of you, for reminding me why i stuck with this journey since about a whole year ago. it's for all of you who enjoy seeing my work and support me, and those who share the same interests and want to just have a friend or a free space to talk freely about what they love.

it's all you guys, that's why i stay, and that's why i want to stay here and hopefully get back to writing and feeding the delulu for many, many more years to come (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

it'd almost been a year since that shy little introvert named kairi uploaded her introductory post and made some friends on this platform, and i'm glad that you all shared this journey with me. for the new ones to my platform, i hope to make many memories with you all and that you guys can enjoy what i put out, that none of you will be afraid to just geek out with me !!

and for the old ones, my OGs, thank you–from the bottom of my heart–for being the reason i never gave up on this blog. i wouldn't have it any other way, with the friends i made along the way, with the lovely anons i've come to cherish and adore–and to you all, my readers and followers, thank you, thank you, thank you for being a part of my journey and growth.

i'm so glad to be celebrating the first anniversary of my blog, and i'm even more glad to be celebrating with you all! i love you all from the bottom of my heart, and as always... silly kairi thanks you little pooks (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)🩷

[imagines-babes]

Lover (Quackity)

Happy Valentine's Day, today's story is also short I'm sorry it's about 760 words. The story is also sweet so if you cry I did my job if not that is also okay. Today's song is, 'Lover,' by Taylor swift. I do hope you enjoy it till next week.

Quackity List Masterlist

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In 2 hours, I will be his lover. As he will be mine. We had been planning this wedding for a long while even before he proposed. It all fell into place. Alex and I were like two peas in a pod. We have been friends for 6 years before he proposed. We meet at school. I went up to him for some help. Then after we would talk more. We both played similar games. Then asked me to be a judge for his discord got talent as well with the discord cooking competition. I regret that taco I made as soon as I chose it. We made many videos. Even competed for his love or host. I was sadly runner-up. Still he agreed to take me on a Minecraft date.

With all this going I started to fall for him. I mean he is smart, funny, caring, thinks about how to get better with everything he does, doesn't rush, and is genuine. He makes anyone feel safe. I'm lucky to have someone like Alex. Within a year or 2 of the meeting, he asked me about a date the rest is history. But when he asked to be his lover. Was a day for the books.

We were celebrating his almost finishing law school. He was acting more suspiciously than usual or asking random questions. I will question but he would always say nothing. For him, being a lawyer he wasn't as good as a liar. He would do this with his hand, placing his thumb to touch the fingertips of his other hands as if he was counting. "Are you sure you are okay?" I question once more till he stood walking over to my side. Holding my hand, "I will after I ask you this," I gave a nod to him. "Y/n when I first meet you over 6 going on 7 years now. I thought that you wouldn't give me the chance to talk to you. But you did, shit I was scared when you started to talk to me first. Almost shited my pant," we both laugh as he continues, "but somehow after that, we became good friends then best friends. And I knew I wanted to be more than just best friends with you. So I asked you to be mine. When you said yes my heart was full. Sometimes I feel like I wouldn't have been where I am right now without you. To all the streams. To the discord got talent. To me reading fanfic about myself and you. To Toontown. To the smp. To me rambling sometimes about Taylor swift, Obama, and pitbull. To the cooking competition. I am sorry for letting you join. Through everything you are still there for me. Even if I didn't have enough time in a day. I know you would still be waiting for me when I get you. I am grateful for you truly I am. I wouldn't want anyone else to be beside me than you." Shortly he got on his knee and pulled out a box. " y/n will you make me the happiest man in the world and will you be my lover?" I said yes sliding on the ring. We both hugged each other with a kiss.

That night will be a memory I will cherish forever. Till now, me walking down the aisle seeing him with his suit beanie or not. It didn't matter to me all I say was Alex. He cried holding my hand. As he brought it up to kiss my hand. To this day, he always seemed to make me smile. We stared at each other as I wipe my face from a tear. Hearing him say his I do. As the officiant looks over at me. "Do you y/n, take Alex to be your partner? Will you honor and cherish them; love, trust and commit to them, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life might throw at you till death do you part?" Looking to the officiant and then at Alex as I nod. "I do." The officiant said to repeat after me, "I promise to love you and commit to you my whole life. I promise to be there for you when you need me, to be honest with you, to be faithful to you and you alone, and to walk through the valleys of life together, just as we will stand atop mountains together, too." We repeat as the officiant nods, "congratulation, you may kiss your partner!" The crowd cheered while he brought me in for a kiss.

[randoimago]

Hi! May I request Alphabet Headcanons letters R, S, Y for Frederick (FE Awakening), Jakob, Saizo (FE Fates) and Seteth? Thank you.

Alphabet Headcanons

Fandom: Fire Emblem

Character(s): Frederick, Jakob, Saizo, Seteth

Type of Request: Alphabet Headcanons

Note(s): No problem!!

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Frederick

You two weren't together at this point. You were good friends and you decided to take care of him, making him sit still since he's usually the caregiver. It's a moment he thinks of often because it helped him realize how much he loves you.

Jakob

Something simple like a walk through a garden or just an evening by the fireplace would be his favorite moment. You two ended up having a deep conversation and there was a share of laughter and giggles as Jakob was a bit of a menace, but the way you smiled during that peaceful moment is forever stuck in his head.

Saizo

His favorite memory would be a time where he trusted a decision you made. The situation was complicated, and you both had different ideas, but you were so determined, and you asked him to trust in you. It was difficult, but it was the first time he put his faith in you, and he thinks about how that led to so many more memories he cherishes.

Seteth

Both you and Flayn were nowhere to be found and he was in a bit of a panic. Until he found you two in his office, having snuck in when he had left, and you both surprised him with a sign and a fish dinner. The pride and excitement you and Flayn had on your faces over making him feel special is a memory that he cherishes so much.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Frederick

He can be protective, but Frederick knows you can also take care of yourself. If you need him to step in then he will, but he trusts you to handle things yourself.

In combat, then he's getting to your side as fast as he can if you are in danger. Doesn't like being too far away from you in the first place, but he also knows that he can't be right next to you the whole time. Out of combat, he's good at glaring people away but he's not going to start any fights as he prefers to just pull you away from the situation.

Wouldn't really want you to go out of your way for him, but he won't stop you if you do want to defend him from others. He appreciates your help if you help him in combat. But should someone insult him or something along those lines then he does appreciate you dismissing them (just please don't start any physical fights on his behalf).

Jakob

He is very protective of you, but he's so subtle about it. If anyone is giving you trouble or making you stressed, then Jakob is behind you and sending glares and bad vibes their way. You get cheery smiles if you turn and look at him, but Jakob will gladly make the other person's life hell if they upset you.

In combat, Jakob is staying by your side. He's not going to risk being unable to save you. Will not let you get the smallest scratch. If he could fight the wind when it blows dust and dirt your way then he would.

Jakob wouldn't really want you protecting him in combat, but if you wanted to defend him verbally with quick wit or clapbacks then he'll be amused and cheer you on. He'll be quick to step in if someone tries to say anything to you though.

Saizo

Tries not to show how protective he is. There's a constant eye on you to just make sure you're truly okay when talking to new people or just someone he doesn't know. If you try to catch him in the act then he's quick to look away.

Is by your side during combat too, ready to deflect any attacks or just be there to keep you safe. He's not by your side the whole time, but you are in his line of sight.

Would never ask you to protect him, but if you did during combat or even stepping in when someone spouts nonsense to him, he's blushing so much at you coming to his rescue and he's quick to make an excuse so you don't notice how flustered he is.

Seteth

He's not as protective with you as he is with Flayn (thank goodness), but he can still be pretty protective. He just wants to make sure you're okay. Will not tolerate anyone disrespecting you either. Even if it's just joking comments, he will be ready to scold and lecture.

Not really one for PDA but will step in and use plenty of words if someone is verbally upsetting you. If it's a combat situation, then he's ready with his wyvern and lance. Doesn't care if they're an archer, he'll be ready to come to your rescue no matter what.

Seteth would prefer you to not try and protect him in combat, he doesn't want the risk of losing you. He wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened to you on his behalf. Out of combat, he'd prefer you being like an emotional support for him instead of actually getting involved in some argument.

Y - Yearning (how do they cope when they are missing you? are they alright with being without you for an extended period of time or would they prefer to be with you every day of their life without exception?)

Frederick

While he does miss you, he does still have a duty to Chrom and so he'll do that. There are moments when he does think about you and hope you're doing alright, but it won't ruin his day that you're gone.

Frederick would be okay if you are away for a while. He can send you letters and gifts, always letting you know that he's thinking of you or anything funny that he thinks you'd be amused about. Even if it is at his expense.

Jakob

Wanted to try to go with you when you ended up having to travel away from him. Ends up pouting like a puppy and is more of a little shit to everyone else because you aren't there to reign him in.

Of course, he'd want you with him every day of his life. You're his significant other and his soulmate. He is just a sulking and annoying mess until you come back home to him.

Saizo

Saizo doesn't wear his heart on his sleeves, so it seems like he's doing just fine when you're away for a period of time. He is very much worried that you're okay and constantly keeping an ear and eye out for any information about your situation.

Would like to have you by his side constantly but knows it's unreasonable to ask that of you. That doesn't stop him from giving you gifts when you come back, not able to actually tell you how much he missed you because he'd be a stuttering mess.

Seteth

He's throwing himself into his work more than usual when you're gone. Seteth still takes time for Flayn, of course, but without you there he just focuses on work and hopes that you're back before he knows it.

Seteth would like you to stay by his side every day, but he knows that isn't the most realistic unfortunately. Just know that he's always getting you flowers or something you like when you get back because he always misses you so much.

[mari-on-dragonspine]

~Happy Valentine's Day~

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! 💖 Hope all of you know that you're cherished and loved, even if you're single. There's many different kinds of love, and the love given by friends is not inferior to any other. If you're seing this, take it as a sign to tell your friends / moots how much you love them 😌

This fic is for my lovely friend @thelost-in-time!

I love you so much and hope you will enjoy this. It might not be the best piece, but I wrote it with the best intentions and love for you 💚

Inspos

🎵 What if we rewrite the stars?

🎶 And I last I see the light

and it's like the fog has lifted

🎵 We're bound to break and my hands are tied

Now that I see you

} Genshin Impact

} Traveler Lost (Lumine) x Xiao

} mostly fluff, slightly angsty, nothing too serious

} ⚠️CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR 2024 LANTERN RITE EVENT

} ❗characters might differ from the original game!

Lantern Rite was approaching. The streets of the cloud city are bursting with even more people than usual and everyone is excited for the beginning of the new year. Even though this event is quite successful both among humans and adepti, Xiao never really cared for such an event. As in Teyvat everything comes in a circle, good times are bound to end, as so do bad times. Praying the heavens for happiness was futile. Also because this merciless rule was set up by those very same heavens. Having experienced this truth directly, Xiao knew better than anyone else.. However, ever since that Traveler showed up, Xiao found himself changing his mind. He wasn't sure about what exactly or why at first, however, as time went by, he couldn't deny it anymore. Her name was Lost. She had eyes sparkling more than core lapis and golden hair more glistening than sunshine. With her kindness, strength and undying resolution, Xiao really thought that, if it was her, nothing could be impossible. Every time they met, Xiao felt that his burden wasn't as heavy to carry anymore. After some more, he found himself remembering the happy days together with his friends more than the sad ones and he would share those sweet memories with her, telling stories from a long gone past. There was pain, but also joy and laughter. And he wasn't alone. But in all honesty, was he still alone? Couldn't it be that the traveler, whose name was Lost, had found him?

Just like a moth by the light in the darkest night, Xiao was attracted to her, to the point that he would watch over Lost every time he sensed trouble. Although he knew better than anyone that she wouldn't need his help, he still couldn't hold himself from being there, watching from afar, just in case.

Just in case she was in danger.

Just in case she couldn't call his name.

Just in case she forgot about their promise.

Wait, she wouldn't forget it, would she?

But the more he was thinking about that, the more he was unable to shake that worry away. Just when was it the last time she called for him? And how much time has passed since she left Liyue? Of course, she was a traveler, bound to never stop wandering… But his destiny was to forever protect the land of Geo, to never forget and never leave.

What if she.. had found someone else?

That thought alone made his sight go red with anger, but also sent his heart plunging deeply in despair. Xiao sprinted into the night, vanquishing evil after evil while pondering every single possibility. He could only get going, since every single time he slept, he dreamt of her and every time he rested his eyes, they would immediately shoot up, for it seemed to him that Lost called his name.

Then, yet another night missing her, he suddenly saw it. A single lantern, floating into the starry sky. Following its direction, Xiao saw the harbor light up with colorful lights and kites of every shape and kind. A timid smile then appeared from his lips. It was that time of the year again..

She should be home soon.

“Useless”

A small mountain of scraps on fire was burning at Xiao’s feet, its foul smell spreading into the air. This was the 10th attempt of him making his own Xiao lantern. How come that those hands were so skilled in killing, but absolutely awful for crafting? And Lost even invited him to build a kite together with all these people…

The thought of him being humiliated in front of both mortals and a fellow adeptus sent a chill down his spine! Of course he wanted to join the traveler but… How could he, with that embarrassing skills of him?!

He simply could not face it!

That was why he invited her over Pervase’s temple after the rite.

Xiao sighted once more, swiftly subduing the fire to start over again. All the lanterns were already sold out for the celebration, but at least the lady had been kind enough to let him have some materials and a booklet of instructions…

If only he could manage to make at least one before dark…

The rite of lanterns was about to end. A simple and slightly crooked lantern stood motionless at his feet. Xiao had invited her over just like in the past. At that time, she happily accepted to light a lantern with him… BuBut what if she had better plans this year? Just as he was letting himself down again, he finally perceived something. The glistening aura of the stars and the scent of a thousand adventures. Lost stood behind him, slowly approaching with a steady pace. Xiao could feel her warning gaze upon his back, her soft lips parting to address him. She was alone.

Before he could hear her call his name, he turned to greet her.

“Lost. “

The Traveler shook her head, her hands resting on her hips.

“It's just as I thought! You stopped short of stepping into the city again.. “

She wasn't really scolding him, but she looked kind of disappointed. He couldn't know that she was secretly looking for him in the crowd…

“Being in the city is not the only way for me to appreciate the lights and beauty of lantern rite. “

He said in a low voice, pointing into the direction of the harbor.

“Look… Liyue Harbor lies beyond this mountain. As long as I stand at this vantage point, I may freely behold the sight of all Kites slowly ascending into the sky. “

As he was speaking, Lost quietly approached him, as if she could look better from the same position he was standing.

“For me… That is enough. “

His head turned slightly, in time to see her nod at his explanation. She looked somewhat satisfied with that answer.

“Alright. “

Xiao lowered his arm and didn't say anything for a while. Then, just before she could say something, he gathered his courage to ask her.

“I invited you here because there's something I would like to do. “

Lost’s face lit up in curiosity as he continued

“I want to release a Xiao Lantern… And I'd like you to be there for it. “

With a small gesture, a gust of wind pulled the lantern from the ground and elegantly placed it into Lost’s hands.

“Did you make it yourself?! “

She noticed. Xiao blushed vividly, turning away from her in embarrassment.

“Yes. I apologize for its crude appearance… II have little skill in that regard. “

Lost laughed a little and shook her head happily

“No! No.. It's amazing! “

As she seemed to admire the little lantern in her palms, Xiao couldn't help but let out a little sigh.

“...You are very kind, as usual. “

The moon shone brightly in the sky, as thousand of lanterns seemed ready to reach it.

Xiao made a few steps closer, then reached for the lantern. While doing so, he gently stroked Lost’s hands with his.

“Alright, it's time. “

He whispered into her ear, waiting for her to get ready. As if they were one body, they both raised their arms, letting the lantern float away in the wind. As it disappeared into the tranquil night sky, Xiao’s expression softened.

A swirling sea of lights reached for the clouds, conveying its people's hopes and desires to the heavens. It was known for a fact that gods could acknowledge one's ambitions with a blessing, but could it work for other feelings too? If that frail lantern of his could really make it up there, would the heavens finally hear him? Could it be that simple to rewrite his stars? And if that was the case.. Would he finally be free?

This thoughts made his heart flutter a little, just like the lights at the mercy of the wind. Slowly, he shifted his gaze from the sky into her golden eyes, only to meet hers. When it happened in the past, during the very same occasion, she would slowly look away, a slight veil of red covering her pale skin. However, this time she kept her eyes on him, smiling softly.

Their wishes might not have been the same, but what about their feelings? He could never ask her. The heavens might even hear him, but his karma could never disappear into thin air.

As he was about to turn away, Lost caught his attention again.

“Xiao? ”

She called in a slight whisper, her body getting closer. Their hands were still holding each other. She smiled again and gently pulled him towards her.

“Xiao. ”

She mumbled again, her face now only a whisper away from his own. Xiao wanted to say something, however he couldn't do it. Before he knew it, Lost covered his lips with hers and his own responded by tracing the borders of her mouth with a gentle kiss. Although it was their first, it felt natural as breathing air.

A long time passed before they pulled away, the warmth of their kiss still persisting as they reluctantly moved apart to stare into the beauty of the lantern rite’s sky once more.

“Lost..”

Xiao really wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know how much he loved her and admired her and thought of her, he wanted to sink into her embrace and to kiss the rest of the night away.. But he knew it could not last as of now.

They both still had a destiny to fulfill.

That warm, bright feeling of love that they kindled into their hearts could still not resist outside of it.

He took a deep breath before finishing the sentence that was left unfinished for too long already.

“... Thank you. “

Lost nodded, still smiling at him with her signature gentle smile, the one that Xiao grew to love so much. She knew that the time would come for them to convey their feelings out loud. But today, heads resting one on the other, being together was all they needed.

This is enough...

Xiao thought, his eyes finally closing peacefully beside her.

...after all… I'm bound to break and my wings are tied.

[codename-mom]

A dust in the eye

Summary: Derek is looking at his newborn son and he has something to say to his boss. But it's not an easy task.

Characters: Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner

Contents: this text is part of a self-challenge on the theme "It's cute but...". So, it's supposed to be funny and/or cute with a slice of bitterswitness. Hope you'll enjoy it!

TW: it's sad! (but we were so robbed on that scene that I have to do something! >_<)

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

___

Leaning over the incubator housing his son, Hank Spencer Morgan, Derek felt his throat constrict as his brain reminded him that he had something to say to the man in front of him. An announcement he'd been mulling over for several weeks - perhaps even months - and had already turned over in his head a million times, without yet having found the right formulation. His mind was made up, but pronouncing the few words that would give concrete form to his thoughts was difficult to the point of absurdity.

He didn't yet know where his next steps would take him, for his vision was limited for the moment to the well-being of the little creature dozing in this waterless aquarium, but he was perfectly aware of what he was leaving behind. Eleven years. That was how long he had spent at the BAU. Eleven years spent with wonderful men and women, who had filled his memory with a cloud of memories he would cherish for as long as he could. Colleagues - friends - who didn't suspect anything yet, and who he'd miss terribly when it was time for him to go back to work.

And there was him.

This tall guy in a suit and tie, whose dark gaze was fixed on the sleeping baby for the time being. A rock-hard giant at first sight, against whom he had often bumped or clung, depending on the situation, but whom he had seen crumble, collapse and then climb back up the slope again and again, without him ever complaining. Derek still remembered the day of his first interview with him. The man had been so stoic that he'd felt like getting up from his chair to shake him into a somewhat human reaction. He'd clearly given her the creeps that time - and so many other times afterwards - but the new head of the department had glossed over all the blemishes on his CV to focus only on what interested him. And he'd chosen him over one of the other two hundred perfect candidates for the job.

Because he'd discovered, much later, that behind that fridge-like expressiveness was someone surprisingly accommodating. If the titan was insanely intransigent when it came to details, he became almost blind as soon as one of his team flouted the Bureau's strict rules. As long as no one got hurt and the job got done, he couldn’t care less about Derek and his peers kicking down doors, blowing up vehicles in the middle of a park or decorating the meeting room with cotillions. And, as he would learn even later, he took all the reprimands from the bigwigs above him without flinching and, above all, without passing on the information to the main players. To preserve them.

Indeed, even if he found it hard to admit, his line manager had a mother-hen side that woke up at the half-second when one of them needed help. It had always been a great source of amusement for him and the troupe, until the day they get in trouble and they were relieved to see him appear at their side. In fact, he'd enjoyed it just a few weeks earlier and, despite all the dirt he'd thrown at him and the scathing reflections he'd sent his way, the colossus hadn't failed to live up to his reputation. Tidying up their differences in a small, locked box, he dropped everything to come to her rescue and, in the end, gave all the credit to the other team members. As usual.

Derek was realizing little by little what he was about to turn his back on, and that he'd been incredibly lucky to be surrounded by all these people for the past eleven years. He gradually got that his next colleagues wouldn't be as nice - or as crazy - as those he'd had so far, and that his future boss certainly wouldn't be as lax about his misbehavior. He also comprehended that, after all, he didn't have that much time to express everything that was on his mind, and that this was perhaps the only opportunity he would have to do so. So, he decided to take the plunge with a heavy heart.

“Hotch, speaking of…”

“I know.”

He interrupted him without even looking up from the bassinet. Taken aback, Derek croaked:

“What?”

“I know what you're going to say because it's the most logical reaction," he said, turning his brown irises in his direction.

The ex-policeman - and soon, ex-FBI agent - noted that, as was often the case, his interlocutor had anticipated his movements without taking advantage of them to thwart his actions or try to take the wind out of his sails. He had let things happen, putting aside his own desires.

“… I'm sorry," apologized the recent father, pained.

“Don’t be. Not for that. You have the best reason to leave this job, he reminded him, pointing to Hank with his chin. Then don’t apologize.”

“But I know that doing interviews bores you…”

“It’s part of the job. You don’t have to care about that.”

Years earlier, when Aaron was suffering the after-effects of a bomb attack, the director had advised him not to make the same mistakes he had made: namely, sacrificing his family for his work. At the time, he dismissed this instruction out of hand, thinking he could reconcile the two without paying the costs, as his superior had done. But now that he was responsible for a whole new life, he realized just how wrong he'd been. He also knew what this meant for his supervisor, and this dilemma crushed his insides.

“You’ll have to pick up the pieces again.”

“Shovel and sweeper are already in place.”

Derek felt like strangling him. He was doing his stone-cold, insensitive act, even though he knew very well that the situation was painful for him. And this defensive reaction hurt him even more. Averting his gaze, he felt his heart split in two.

“Morgan, it’s the right solution,” replied Hotch, with a softer tone.

“So, why...?" he began, before pausing to swallow a sob.

“Eleven years of work are not easily turned around. Eleven years of living with the same faces.”

The giant stared at him without blinking, unaware or oblivious to the fact that this often made people uncomfortable, and continued:

“Derek, our relationship has always been complicated - stormy at times - ...”

“About earlier, I…”

“Let me finish, please, he cut him again. I've probably spent more time hanging on to you than sharing good times, but you're a brilliant, strong, sunny person. Replacing you will probably be impossible, but... I just wanted to say what an honor it's been to work alongside you.”

Savannah's partner saw the quiver at the corner of the manager's lips and noticed how his eyes were too bright. He was the first agent he recruited after the departure of Gideon and Rossi, the two founders of the BAU. This conversation wasn’t easier for him than for Derek. As usual, he tried to contain all his emotions and push them back behind high walls, but obviously there were a few cracks. Taking a deep breath, Morgan retorted:

“… The honor was all mine, Hotch. You… you’ve taught me so much. I…”

His throat constricted by sadness; he was unable to finish his sentence. With tears in his eyes, he turned his head to escape the two brown marbles pointed at him. Their owner, who didn't know any better, gave a sad smile and commented:

“Dusty place.”

Derek burst out laughing despite the anvil that had just fallen to the bottom of his stomach. He shook his head with a smile and lifted his nose without even taking the time to brush away the pearls rolling down his cheeks.

“Yeah.”

“Do you know what JJ would say if she saw us?”

“Boys…” he said, raising his eyes to the sky.

“Exactly,” Aaron confirmed, smiling.

This brief moment of lightness had the merit of singularly lightening the atmosphere. Derek still felt like he had an arrow in his chest, but the feeling of betraying the man who had trusted him so much was gone.

“If you need anything, you know what to do,” Hotch affirmed, sincere.

“Thank you,” he answered, with the same honesty.

“So, for models this small, I wouldn't be of any help to you, Jack's father pointed out. However, as soon as he's old enough to ride his bike around the living room, say "Why?" a billion times in a single day and declare, "Dad, that's not how you cook pasta. Ask Uncle Dave"; I could help you there.”

Derek laughed harder, bringing a calmer smile to Aaron's face.

“Okay. Get it.”

With his heart definitively lighter, Morgan walked around the incubator and fell into the director's arms. Despite his aversion to hugs, Hotch welcomed him without hesitation. In eleven years of working together, this was the first time they'd been this close to each other, and Derek suddenly felt extremely privileged.

“Thank you. Thanks for everything," said the giant, giving him a friendly pat on the back.

“Thank you for trusting me for so long.”

Then they parted, still holding each other at arm's length for a few moments, before turning back to the cradle, side by side this time.

“Take care of you and Jack.”

“Look after him, Savannah and yourself.”

“That’s the plan,” Derek smiled, reassured.

Yes, he made the right choice.

[drrutherford]

What are the 5 Important female relationships in Gideon's life?

Taking out family cause that's too easy, as well as characters that are not currently in play like Nora (bff) and Diana. Also taking out Amélie for this one (sorry Amélie) bc she's in a slightly different category in relation to Gideon at this point in time than the ones below. In no particular order, then, the following ladies come especially to mind:

Eleanor — He's known her almost as long as he's known the Rutherfords themselves. Somehow, looking back, he sees Eleanor in most of his childhood memories, smiling in the periphery. Always trailing after Lara and Adri, undoubtedly, but always there. Always a friend to the family, always a constant. As they've gotten older, he's keen to make it known that the feeling is mutual, and that he'll always be a constant for her too, should she ever have need for it. After catching Olivier Fontaine threatening her during the Awards After-Party, that protective instinct has surfaced more overtly in him, and he's determined to figure out what kind of trouble she's gotten herself into, and if there's a way he can help. @eleanorxshipley

Cassandra — They go back ages, they have a complicated history and a connection that's often been described as a love/hate dynamic by others. There's a lot of ingroup loyalty there, despite all the jokes about nepotism and elitist educational experiences. He also has a lot of respect for her political career and her outspokenness on ethical topics. Even though I suspect if he were to find out about some of her sympathies for the French/mob-affiliated French, he'd consider it to be hypocritical on her part and would lose some respect for her political stances accordingly. That said though, his loved ones are his Achilles' heel, and Cassandra, whether she knows it or not, has earned a spot in that circle that would take a lot for her to lose. @cassandra-acton

Ayda — A newer and far more recent entry to the list, and because of that the depth of this connection is (inevitably) a little less invested than the rest. But that doesn't mean he doesn't care about her. They've spent time together on and off over the last few months, and there are a lot of qualities he cherishes in her. He's rooting for Ayda, and she's someone he'd like to see happy. He's also made a promise to her brother to keep an eye out for her, and whether or not he trusts Hasan, he intends to keep his word. For her sake, and out of respect for the uphill battle that she choose by leaving behind a life of crime, even if she's still loyal to her people. But this also makes their connection a little bittersweet, because he's mindful of the fact that life may pit them against one another or force them eventually to take sides. @ayda--demir

Jessica — They've had their ups and downs, but somehow the downs have only brought them closer. This isn't something Gideon takes for granted, as many of his friendships have fallen apart exactly when the going got tough. In a humbling way, what's won him over the most when it comes to Jess' character is her capacity for forgiveness, even when he didn't deserve it. Heck, even when he was too proud to ask for it. Although he's not the type of man to make explicit declarations of fuzzy feelings, this experience was one that's ultimately earned Jess his hard-won trust, and his fidelity to their friendship. The other stuff; their shared commiseration of working in the NHS, the hospital banter, common traumas they've survived, are merely additional layers on that foundation. @jessi-reyes

Alexis — What is it about some of the oldest connections in his social circle that get so damn complicated?? This might seem a surprising entry for the list, but it isn't, not to Gideon. There's a lot of bad blood between them, a lot of misunderstanding, and lot of ways in which he's felt hurt by Alexis, too. That said, there's little he wouldn't do for her, if push came to shove. He'd defend her against any naysayers and protect her to the best of his ability, if needed. A lot of this does come down to loyalty to his best friend, Spencer, but that isn't to say it'd be his only motivation for sticking his neck out for her. Spencer's also been with women in the past that Gideon did not respect and would not protect. But he respects Alexis; he always has. She's smart, funny, and she can go toe-to-toe with Spencer as few people can. Selfishly, Gideon wishes she had a better opinion of him, but that doesn't change the fact that she's important to him, even if the feeling isn't mutual. @alexislarsson

[saltynsassy31]

Drop your Pokemon thoughts! OC, fave Pokemon, fave region, fave characters! Anything pal

(Pokemon has me on chokehold, every update they will drag me back to the rabbit hole)

Wow calm down buddy, I am still very new to pokemon XD

I think I mentioned, but Decidueye is my fave for no other reason other than he was my first pokemon in Unite and I loved his design, he's my baby

Idk much about regions and stuff like that though, the little I know of it would have to be Alola for fashion alone, I'm more of the type to use loose clothes for warm weather because I'm Brazilian and where I grew up in is a fucking desert lmao so it reminds me a little of home

For characters...sorry I don't have any :( again, I'm new still

I wasn't allowed to indulge in pokemon, I've only watched a handful of episodes that would, by chance, air during the time I stayed at my grandma on Saturdays where I had no restrictions on the TV

I dont remember anyone's name besides Ash's lol, so even if I did have a fave, I wouldn't be able to tell the names. Tho I think I did like that one girl, I think she was a princess? Sorta? She has a Dino looking pokemon too and had big, purple hair. I also likes the red haired girl, she was funny.

I do have other fave pokemons tho, Snivy was the first pokemon I became obsessed with, when I saw their design I was in LOVE. I remember googling up images of them to trace or try to redraw, and I drew it so many times so that when I went to school I could draw it by memory. One of the boys, who was sorta ostracised cuz of his disability, saw me drawing in the corner of the classroom during recess. I tried to keep this interest hidden cuz my mom didn't allow it and would get mad in me indulging on it, so I panicked when he asked what I was drawing and I tried to hide it, but he was really cool about it and was also really kind, with how aggressive he could be, I never connected with someone more than I did then. He told me fun facts and started to explain things I never once understood but listened to it anyone cuz I loved the pokemon.

Another one was from this other boy, I started to be more open about my interest of pokemon but still hid it from my mom, idk how we started talking but eventually said boy gave me one of his pokemon cards. It was jiggly Puff. He said that since girls usually liked cute, pink stuff, that I would like this one (and he was absolutely right cuz altho I was treated as a tomboy during that time, I love pink, cute stuff and the girliest of girls stuff, hell, I still tend to go for pokemon by apperance XD).

I cherished it so much until my mom found it, she told me to give it back to the boy and I begrudgingly did so but he insisted I kept it cuz "if I liked it, I should keep it, just hide it from your mom"

She found it again but this time I tried to convince her to keep it bu saying one of its ability is to sing you to sleep, after that, whenever we stayed up late, she'd tell us she'd pull out the "pink ball" to make us go to bed XD

During our haste to move countries, a lot of my stuff got thrown into a shed and I havent found that card since :( I'm a little sad I didn't take it with me now in hindsight, but yeah, I hope I'll find it again one day but there is little chances of that happening considering the mess I was greeted to when I went back to collect some stuff after years

My friend did find the exact card I had tho, it was this one

As for OCs...well, I only have my persona who I already made a post about here and...that's about it so far XD

Also! Please do not be shy go info dump bout pokemon! I'd love to have more people to talk about pokemon! I wanna do more stuff, find people to roleplay with ocs, etc. Etc. Pokenon has been eating my brain away and i only got a handful (barely that) of people I can turn to vkskskak