#I heard that there's will be another season when it's aired maybe I'll write another fan fiction

[memoriesoftanalorr]

She was an angel but she never knew she was (Michael Langdon x female reader)

Note: I don't know why I'm came up this, sometimes my mind rushing with ideas. I'd wish that there's was an redemption arc for Michael Langdon. I hope I didn't mess the things up since I never watched it but I'm gonna research properly, okay seems I'm not so but I'll rewrite it later on then. Why I'm so spontaneous with stories sometimes? Used the song by Thousands Foot Krutch sentence from the song Honest and also used Day To Remember song Miracle. Again I'm random at tittles.

Summary: Sets somewhere around AHS Apocalypse. Y/n is 17 years old student girl who's living at the countryside more or less safely. Cordelia Goode wanted to recruit a mysterious teen as she knows that Y/n has supernatural abilities but girl is hides well, some kind of spell hides her. Sometime later Y/n sees how Michael Langdon murders the person, somehow Michael didn't tried to kill the girl, he senses supernatural being but only barely and didn't figure out who is the girl is. The second time when Michael meet with a teenager, she was in the danger, a forest was burning in the fire, Langdon saved her. Somehow he felt affection to Y/n. Unknown to her, she's have a supernatural in her as well, her grandfather was a angel, cherubim and left a messages and instructions and amulet how to stop the Apocalypse. BTW, forgot to mention it'll be not a romance. Sorry for my grammar. I hope it's okay.

If you could only feel the way that I feel Ready for the war to come my way Yeah, I struggled so I know what it takes The pressure only builds 'til it breaks If you could only feel the way that I feel You might think it's something spiritual But I'm betting on the right here, right now To Hell with all the someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle Right here, right now To Hell with all someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle You might think it's something spiritual But I don't need a fucking miracle If you could only see the way that I see You could find the faith to take the leap It only took one shot to prove I'm not made of glass There's no pain you could cause that won't eventually pass If you could only see the way that I see You'd be betting on the right here, right now To Hell with all the someday, somehow I've waited long enough I've waited long enough Don't need a miracle

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Y/n spending time at the countryside from spring until October, she lives in a two floor house with her father and they have many good friends among the neighbors. A teenage girl likes gardening and walking near the lake, she has her own room there. She made there so many good memories, Y/n loved their neighbor so much, she's a good lady who has a cat and they're always talking about flowers and walking near the lake together. Once at night, Y/n get a small trip away from the house, a teenager decided to enjoying the sunset. Y/n get through the bridge and walked forward the edge of the grasshill next to the lake. A girl starred at the purple sunset with a smile.

Y/n and her father stayed at the countryside a little longer though it was October. Week later, Y/n decided to get a walk over the lake again. It's getting dark when she is heading back, suddenly she's heard someone's terrifying screaming for help. "Is anybody's here? Oh, it's really scary." Y/n started feeling herself nervous.

A teen saw man's body laying on the ground covered in blood and then she noticed a man with short strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes wearing black trench coat, pants and boots, he is holding a bloody knife. "You're better not telling anyone whet you saw here." Michael leaning closer to you. "Who are you?" Y/n trembling in fear. "My name is Michael Langdon. I'm Anti-Christ." he made a slutty smile. "Are you crazy? Stay away from me!" Y/n stepped back and runned as fast as she can. "Go on, run but I'll find you anywhere." Michael chuckled. Y/n get back home at the dinner time, get inside the hallway and take her jacket off and then locked the door. "Hey, how's your walk? You're just in time for a dinner." your dad greeted you. "Hey, dad." Y/n replied. "Something is wrong? You're look pale, are you getting sick?" he asked. "I think I get a cold. I don't want to eat. I'd rather go rest in my room." Y/n lied. "Rest well." Your dad said with a smile. "Thanks." Y/n nodded. You laid into your bed, closing your eyes. "What a nice night, meeting with maniac. I wish everything will be safe and peaceful here again."

Two weeks ago, you researching on an old and abandoned archive, it was weird that the building was near the forest. Inside was dusty and dark, you could see the spider webs at the walls and windows. "Disgusting. I should prepare myself. This archive needs a repair and cleaning. Alright, I'm come back here later." you spoke out loud. When you get outside you could feel the smell of fire and smoke. The trees and leaves were burning, turning into a large flame. You started panic and ran towards your house. Soon you began to choke on smoke and coughing a lot, you started to feel yourself dizzy. "Somebody help!" you screamed in despair. Michael Langdon appears behind your back. "Give me your hand. I'll get you out of here." "Is that you?" Y/n gasped. "Come on, trust me." Michael landing you a hand. "How I can trust you?" she struggled. "You're rather prefer to die? he pointed out sarcastically. Y/n grabbed his hand and falls into his shoulder as she lost consciousness. Langdon teleporting you miles away from the forest and then carefully laid you on the ground, leaning down on his knees next to you. Michael slightly using his abilities and read your mind while you were asleep. Sometine later, you're woke up, slowly getting up. "Ow, my head." "So you're awake finally." he spoke. Y/n glanced at him. "You're saved me?" "That's right, Miss Y/n." he nodded. "Well, thanks I guess." Y/n rubbed her shoulder. "You're welcome." "Wait, how did you know my name?" "That's one of my special talents." Michael made a slutty smile. "Uhm, I need to go now." you replied. "See you later." he smiled. "I don't think that I want to see you again." Y/n snapped. "Are you sure, little brat?" Michael mocked. "Anyway, I'm leaving." Y/n walks away.

In the distance you saw firefighters and an ambulance. Your father ran up to you and hugged you. "How did you escape the fire?" "I was on the other side of the forest. Everything was fine, but what happened to the others?” Y/n asked. "Our neighbors are fine. Some idiots set the forest on fire." "Let's go home." You glanced at your father with a soft smile and then looked back. "What are you looking for, dear?" your father asked. "I just had a feeling. Never mind." Y/n squeezed her father's hand and both of them leave the road side by side.

Few days later Y/n drive away with her dad to California. At the city she haven't friends and she's always just at home doing her daily routine or having small walking around the town. Once at afternoon Y/n sitting at the bench in the park and somehow she noticed a familiar strawberry blonde haired man with blue eyes in the crowd. You pretended that you're didn't seen him in the crowd and just reading the book. Michael sits down at the bench next to you. "What are you reading, kiddo? Is this a love story?" he teased. "It's not a love story, I don't really interested in love stories, it's a detective." Y/n responses to him. "I see." Michael chuckled. "Michael Langdon, right?" you just wanted to be correct if you're said his name right. "I love the way you said my name." he made a small smile. "Are you following me or what? Why you're here?" Y/n glanced at the man. "Because we're need to talk." he simply replied. "I don't want to talk when the other people could hear us." Y/n whispered. "Oh, I know where we can talk, come with me." Langdon stand up from the bench waiting for you. You take a deep breath and stand up from the bench. "Alright."

"I'm not going to hurt you." Michael assured you.

"How lovely of you." Y/n followed him across the street.

Michael lead you into abodended bookstore, though it was nice inside and not as dusty. "Uhm, I didn't seen this bookstore before." Y/n spoke. "You can find something interesting here for sure." Michael's blue eyes glanced through yours. "We're here not for reading, are we?" Y/n blushed. "Yeah, I know but I thought you would like to look around." he responded. "I guess there is a second floor, I'm bet this bookstore has a reading room. Let's talk there." Y/n suggests. The two getting up the stairs and entered a large reading room. Michael sit down at the sofa. "Are you going to just stand here or you're sit down?" he asked. "So what are you wanted to talk about?" you still didn't trust him completely. "Don't worry, kid. I'm not going to hurt you. I told you that before." "Alright, you can start first." she said shyly. "What brought you to California?" he asked. "Visiting a family member and actually I have a vacation." Y/n answers honestly. "I see." Langdon spoke. "Now is my turn. Are you really, you know---" Y/n paused. "Too scared to said it out loud?" Michael becoming glummy. "I just never thought that I could meet a supernatural being." Y/n expressed. "Hmm." Michael was amused. "So you're going to destroy the world?" you lowered your head. "You're better don't know about that." he said coldly. "Sounds really dramatic. Anyway I'm bet you're going to be lonely if you're going to do this." Y/n responses. "We both know who I am but I interested more in who you are." Michael stand up and walked towards you. "What do you mean?" Y/n freeze in shock. "I feel supernatural in you but I can't quite understand who you are." Michael glanced at you coldly. "It can't be true! I'm just the most ordinary person." Tears flowing down your face.

"Hey, kid. I'm sorry I'm scared you." Michael squeezed your hand.

"I don't understand... How it possible?" Y/n glanced at him.

"I'm not sure." He confessed. "Anyway, it's not about what you said, I'm just good for nothing." you still feeling your heart skipped with sadness. "I promise I'll find it out." Michael's blue eyes starred at you. "You don't have to." Y/n looked away. "Forget about it for a while. I like your perfume, it's so sweet and in the same time not so strong." Michael cuddled into your cheek gently. Y/n blushes and stepped back. "What was that? Stop that flirting." "I didn't meant to flirt with you, just wanted to make a compliment and comfort you." Michael replied. "Hmm, seriously?" Y/n rolled her eyes. "Believe me I don't have nothing like that in mind. See you later, Miss Y/n." "Wait, uhm, thanks for company. It's kinda weird but---" Michael smiled and then get down the stairs. Y/n leaves the bookstore few minutes after Michael leaves.

Time skip. Days ago. "Hey, dear. Take care of yourself. You know lately there has been a lot of unrest on the streets and in the world in general." Your father warned you. "I know that, dad. It's been a while since I'm getting outside though." you replied thoughtfully. "By the way where have you been last time?" your dad asked. "I was at the park and then I found a really nice bookstore but it was abodended." you answered. "I'm bet you're getting inside because you're really curious and love those kind of places." your dad said with a smile. "I hope nobody would think I'm a thief. I just would love to take care of this building." Y/n said passionately. "If this your wish, how about to talk with neighbors to make some repairs and such? And we'll do something together." he spoke. "That's would be great! But I think this building doesn't need much repair." Y/n hugged her dad. "Alright. I need to go." Your dad get a jacket on. "Be careful too." you reminded. "I've noticed you're daydreaming about something lately." he said. "I just daydreaming for some peaceful days." Y/n blushing. "Nice wish." Then he is get outside and leave the house, you locked the door. The truth is that Michael was on your mind. Last time he was tricky, cold and in the same time delicate. What he's feeling? Is he drowned into darkness or it's not too far gone?

Y/n then finds out from her dad that her grandfather left her an a amulet and his journal, Y/n don't remember much about her grandfather but she's heard he was kind and religious person. Y/n decided to find it.

The other day, Y/n was inside her room but then get outside at the backyard, Michael standing there. Y/n stepped forward him. "Michael?" Y/n was surprised to see him. He turned his face towards you, he was full of anger. "Mich… What's happened?" Y/n touched his hand gently. "My destiny in destroying humanity and the world. If you only knew what I can do! But I don't want to hurt you. I don't know why I feel this way. I am a monster!" Tears flowing down his face. Y/n embraces him into a hug. "You're must be feel yourself lonely, aren't you? I feel humanity and good in you. I wish there's a way out to prevent Apocalypse and heal your soul." "I afraid it's no way out." he replied. "I wish it's not like that." Y/n whispers. Michael squeezed into your shoulder gently still sobbing. "You're been through a lot I guess." Y/n patted his back. He slipped from your embrace and looked away. Y/n wiped his tears away, stroking his hair gently. "I like your hair." Y/n smiled. "I missed you, Y/n." Michael squeezed your hand gently smiling. Y/n giggled. "By the way, I'm not sure but I think we have a chance to get the answers on some questions." Y/n said mysteriously. "This is what I'm thinking about?" Langdon asked. "My grandfather left me a amulet and his journal. He was religious and it might mean that in this journal could be something about… If I am really a supernatural being and maybe in this notes he wrote how to stop Apocalypse." Y/n lowered her head. "Hmm, you need my help to find it?" Michael guessed. "I think I know where to start the search." Y/n said excitedly. "Seriously? Where?" Michael wondered. "It's somewhere in his room at our family's countryside house or in old archive but I think archive get damaged by fire." Y/n said thoughtfully. "I can get you there now." Michael spoke. "Let's do it tomorrow. I still have a lot of to do." Y/n yawned a bit. Michael giving you a hug before leaving. "See you soon then."

On the next afternoon, Michael knocked at the door. "Who's there?" Y/n asked. "Hey, It's Michael." he responds. "Hello, Mich." Y/n said as she opened the door into a hallway. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Listen, I'm not sure I want to know the truth. I'm such a coward, right?" Y/n struggling. "But yesterday you were so determined about finding the journal and amulet." Michael get confused. "But if we're don't find it or it's journal didn't exists at all. I don't remember my grandfather." Y/n sighed softly. "You're brave and clever girl. We're going to work it out." Michael laid his hand at your shoulder. "Thank you. Alright, we should get going now." Y/n take her bag. "Where's we should teleport first?" Michael asked. "How about try that forest? Archive is somewhere further."

"I got it. Take my hand and close your eyes." Michael spoke.

"Okay." Y/n squeezed his hand and take a deep breath before she closed her eyes.

When Y/n opened her eyes, she noticed that the surrounding around her is changed, it was the same forest.

Suddenly Michael grabbed your hand in protecting gesture. "I feel someone's presence." "Who's this? I feel something too but---" Y/n turned her head to see a women coming towards them. She has a blonde hair and brown eyes, pale skin, she's wearing a beautiful dress. She's seemed powerful but in the same time not going to harm anyone. Y/n wasn't as scared to meet with her. "Who's this lady?" Y/n asked Michael. "A witch from the coven. Get back, Y/n." he replied. "It's really surprising that you're trying to protect that child from me. I come with peace." Cordelia replied. "Are you two already met?" Y/n asked out of curiosity. Michael groaned. "So you're Y/n? I have something for you. I've been looking forward to meet with you but I couldn't do it earlier. My name is Cordelia Goode." she smiled. "Nice to meet with you." Y/n spoke. "Me too, dear. Take this amulet. It'll protect you." Cordelia helped you to wear on a amulet on you. "Thanks. It's from my grandfather? Did he left me a letter?" Y/n asked anxiously. "I found a letter tied with a ribbon, you can read it." Cordelia patted your arm. You opened a envelope and started reading. "Dear, Y/n. It's your grandfather. I should explain a lot of things. First, wear this amulet, it protects you from evil. You'll find more in my favorite place." Then the letter ends and you hide the letter into your bag. "I need to find my grandfather's journal. I think he's wrote how to stop Apocalypse." Y/n said. "Let's find it together." Cordelia laid her hands on your shoulders. Y/n looked back at Michael. "If root of evil doesn't mind that. If seems like he wants to let his anger out." Y/n mocked. "Do you know who he is? Did he tried to hurt you?" Cordelia asked. "I know who he is and he didn't tried to hurt me." you answers honestly. "Hmm, interesting." Cordelia glanced at Michael. "So this why you're here. I don't mind but I'm not really happy either." Langdon tighned his teeth. "Can I talk face to face with Langdon, dear? It won't take a long." Cordelia squeezed your hand gently. "Alright but I hope he'll not try to kill you when I'm away. I'm will wait you two over my family's house." Y/n joked and walk away. "What was that?" Michael said in confusion. "Do this child knows who she is?" Cordelia asked. "No. I can't understand it either." Michael replied in annoyance. "I feel bright and powerful aura. She's an angel." Cordelia added. "She's angel?" Michael widened his eyes in shock. "I see that child softened your heart a bit." Cordelia pointed out. He lowered his head. "I don't understand how but I feel affection towards Y/n." "She's a kind soul, she wants to save yours." Cordelia explained.

Then Michael looked away, he felt sadness. "I hope she can do this because without her, everything losing meaning in this damn world." "So Y/n means a lot of to you?" Cordelia was amazed by his words. "Let's stop wasting our time on talking, shall we?" Michael responded. "I'll tell her the truth when she's ready." Cordelia finished the conversation then. Cordelia and Michael caught up with you then. "Hey, Michael. What you two talking about? Did she cast a spell on you?" Y/n teased. Cordelia laughted, "No, I don't casting any spells on him when you were away. You'll know everything later on." Michael groans in response.

"Hmm, my grandfather wrote that I'll find more in his favorite place. Did he meant his room? It's get abandoned after his death." you feel like crying. "Let's check it out." Cordelia patted your shoulder. Michael glanced at you with empathy. "Right. This way." Y/n becoming encouraged by support. Trio get inside the house and walked through the hallway and then on the right. "My grandfather always locking his room but in last time, the door was unlocked but I guess my dad actually locked it after sometime." Y/n opened the enclosed latern and inside it she finds a key and opened the door. "Interesting. I feel something supernatural." Michael pointed out. Cordelia nodded quietly. The room was messy and dusty, there's was the mirror, a wooden table, chair, books and the window. "I found another key. Hmm, is there is the shelf on the back of the mirror with a lock." Y/n guessed. You unlocked the shelf on the back of the mirror and found a large journal. You're glances at the pages. "There are some rituals here. I don't quite understand." "Would you let me take a look on it?" Cordelia asked politely. "Yeah, sure." Y/n land a journal to her. Michael standing next to the teenager silently. "It's a really powerful rituals. Can I borrow your grandfather's notes for a while?" Cordelia looked at you. "Why not. I trust you." Y/n smiled. "Thank you, dear. I'll tell you both more when I'm made a proper research on it." she spoke. Y/n locked the room and then the trio leave the house. Michael then grabbed Cordelia's arm. "Why don't you tell me what you saw now?" "I'll tell you and Y/n everything later on." Cordelia glances at him. "What are you talking about?" Y/n approaching them. "He's just too impatient to know what was in these notes." Cordelia mocked. "I respect you enough to wait until you're read it." Y/n replied. "See you later, dear." she made a soft smile. "Bye." Y/n smiled. Then she leaves and Y/n steps to Michael. "I feel something between you two or I'm wrong?" "Hmm." Michael looked at you thoughfully. "Are you okay?" Y/n asked. "Do you really want to know who you are?" "Not now."

Five days later Cordelia and Michael visits you in your house. You made everyone a cup of tea. "First I have to tell you something, Y/n. You don't even know how much power you have. Your grandfather was chosen. He is an angel and so are you, it's in your blood." Cordelia took your hand. "Thank you for telling me." you lowered your head. Michael glanced at you. "Your grandfather also writes that his successor or witch can stop the Apocalypse by killing an a Antichrist either removing it's evil powers by ritual. But it's really powerful rituals and you're untrained and we're don't have much time. I can't risk your life. I'll do it." Cordelia glances at you. "But you're okay with risking my life, aren't you?" Michael snapped. "Maybe I can do this…" Y/n said. "Everyone at Academy is agreed with risk anyway." she added. "Do you guys having a witch school?" Y/n wonders. "Kind of." Cordelia giggled. "Who's going to make a ritual? If this works, I'm okay with that." Michael said. "Why do you would do that?" Y/n asked him. "Because I want you to be safe." Michael replied honestly. "So you care for me? It's unbelievable." Tears flowing down your face. "Trust me. I do care for you." Michael giving you a hug. Y/n squeezed into his shoulder gently. Cordelia watching the two with a smile. "I'll send a taxi for you when I'll prepare everything and provide you about the ritual if this safe but I'm not sure I can make it safe for you." Cordelia then finished. "Okay." Y/n nodded. Michael and Cordelia leaving your house quietly. "Tell me one thing, is this going to kill me or Y/n?" He asked. "Perhaps. But we have no choice anymore." Cordelia sighed. "Do you lied to her then?" Michael bursts in anger. "No, I'm not. There is still hope that she can survive." Cordelia responded. "I want her to live, can you hear me?" Michael replied bitterly.

Three days later Y/n get a letter from Cordelia laying under the carpet next to the front door. "Dear Y/n, I'm sorry that you're didn't heard anything from me lately but I don't want to risk your life, Michael don't want it either." A teen read the letter quietly. "I hope that everything will be fine soon." Y/n get inside the house and hid the letter inside her room.

Meantime, Cordelia and Michael went inside the abandoned castle, she draw the casting circle and prepared ingredients for the spell. Cordelia land a cup to him. "Drink it. I'm warning you, ritual going to be painful." Michael take the cup and drank it. "Let's do it." Cordelia then began casting the spell, the fire in the candles flickered. Langdon feeling like he's burning from the inside, he screamed in pain and at the end of the spell, he's falled on the floor unconscious. Cordelia leaned down next to him. He is still breathing. Michael opened his eyes some minutes later. Cordelia tugging his hair away and look at his ear, the mark behind his ear is fades away. "Your mark is faded." she spoke. "I can't believe it!" Michael shouted in shock. "Now you're human." Cordelia smiled. "And what's my purpose now?" he wondered. "I don't know what you're going to do but now your soul is healed and you're got a friend or a more than one." Cordelia get up from the floor and takes his hand and helping him to get up from the floor.

On next day, world gets to normal and safe. Michael and Cordelia went to your house. Y/n reading a book. Someone's knocking at the door. "Who's there?" Y/n asked. "It's Cordelia." A female voice spoke. Y/n wondering what happened to Michael. If he okay? "Oh, hello, Miss Cordelia. I will open the door now." Michael crawled from behind and grab your waist. "Hey, little brat!" Y/n trembled from a sudden attack from behind but laughted out. "You're freaked me out!" "Sorry I just couldn't resist myself." he made a smug smile. "I giving you back your grandfather's notebook. He left you another letter inside it and your photograph. He loves you." Cordelia land a notebook to you. "Then why I don't remember him? Thanks, but I guess it's better if you're hide the notebook somewhere with magic if something will happen." Y/n replied. "I think that nothing bad going to happen but anyway, that's wise. Take a letter then." she nodded. "So this ritual goes well?" Y/n asked. "Michael is human now, his powers are gone." Cordelia answered. "Glad to hear that." Y/n smiled. "Would you like me to teach you how controlling your abilities?" Cordelia touches your arm. "Attending a witch school? But I'm not quite a witch." Y/n struggling. "What's you answer, kid?" Michael smiles. "I'm not sure yet." Y/n rubbed her neck. "Don't worry. I'll wait for your decision. See you later, dear." Goode giving you a hug. "See you later maybe." Y/n hugged Cordelia back. "I think Michael wants to tell you something. I need to go." she whispers. "Really?" you're whispering to her. Cordelia nodded to you with a mysterious smile and then leaves. "Do you need help with finding a apartment? I know a nice one around on rent." Y/n spoke to Michael. "Sounds great. Listen, I going to say you something and I'll be honest with you." he squeezed your hand. "Alright." Y/n nodded. "I want to say… Thank you for being a good friend." Michael lean closer to you. "We're friends? But we're don't know much about each other." Y/n looked away. "I don't care and when I met you in second time, I readed your memories. Some of them. I hope you're not mad at me for that?" he glances at you. "I hope I can read yours. I'm not mad at you. And you're welcome." Y/n responses. "Hmm, the same perfume. You smell good." Michael cuddling into your cheek again. "That's enough!" Y/n hiding her face with her hands blushing and playfully pushing him away but then Michael hugs you. "I love you, my angel." he smiled softly. "I love you too but you're such a slut sometimes, my friend." Y/n mocked. "So you're love me too?" Michael made a playful smile. "So you made a truce with pretty witch lady huh?" Y/n teased. "Something like this." he answered. "If something I think we're can helping each other wilth stuff you know." you spoke. "Would be nice." Michael replied. "Do you want something?" you asked him. "Can we take a walk before I'm leave?" Michael taking your hand. "Sure."

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[flwrsuh]

choi soobin - tis the damn season

pairing ; soobin x gn!reader

warnings ; none!

a/n ; this is based off of tis the damn season by taylor swift! so happy to be back writing and continuing my taylor series ^-^ i'm sorry it's so short, i plan on posting more very soon!!

"if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone i would've asked you, it's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass but i felt it when i passed you"

the drive up to your hometown for the holidays was filled with dread, not only because you would soon be in a room filled with relatives you couldn't stand, but the possibility of running into your high school sweetheart was heightened this time of year, and the way things had ended left you both with a bad taste in your mouth. things with soobin had always been simple, but when you had chosen to leave town for college and he got accepted at your state university, the two of you parted ways. he had always secretly hoped you would change your mind and come running home from LA, and back to him, but he was not so lucky.

soobin had been asked by his mother to help her with some last-minute grocery shopping for his family's holiday party. reluctantly, he agreed, strolling through the aisles, humming along to the faint sound of a christmas song playing through the supermarket's speakers. as he rounded the corner, making his way through the store, he stopped dead in his tracks. because there you were, beautiful as ever, and you were real. right in front of him. he quickly began to turn around, hoping to make his escape before your eyes could land on him, but then he heard it.

"soobin?"

he heard your soft voice call from behind him. turning around to finally meet your gaze, he put on the biggest fake smile he could muster, though you would be oblivious if you couldn't feel the tension in the air. it was cold, uninviting, and nothing like the boy you used to know. it broke your heart, seeing him this way and knowing that, at least partly, it was your doing.

"so we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend, tis the damn season, write this down, im staying at my parents' house and the road not taken looks real good now"

seeing soobin again had caused your mind to go wild with what-ifs. what if you had never left? would you still be happily in love? maybe it was stupid to relive the past, but you couldn't help feeling as if you had made a massive mistake.

"time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires, now im missing your smile, hear me out, we could just ride around and the road not taken looks real good now"

now you sit in your childhood bedroom, wondering if you could make it work again. you knew that you would forever miss soobin, and you had nobody but yourself to blame for that. you miss the way his smile could light up your small town, his kindness that you had always admired so much, and the way he loved you with everything he had. to say you were regretful would be a horrible understatement.

"so i'll go back to LA and the so-called friends who'll write books about me if i ever make it, and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles i'm fakin, and the heart i know i'm breakin' is my own, to leave the warmest bed i've ever known"

you have since never been able to meet another person quite like him. soobin truly was one of a kind, you were lucky to have known him at all. after him, you were unable to find that kind of connection with another person, always feeling like your new friends didn't fully understand you, or care much for you at all for that matter. it was purely a show friendship, one you could post online and hope that nobody could see through the facade you had put up, but he always could.

he knew you better than anybody. he knew that you had not been really, truly happy in quite some time. you couldn't hide that from him if you wanted to.

"we could call it even, even though im leavin'"

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[calliethetrekkie]

Star Trek TOS S01EP15-16: The Menagerie

I decided to review both parts in the same review. It's the same story, so I'd rather be able to go over it all at once. Plus at least half of it when put together is footage from the first pilot, The Cage. I also want to note that, at the time of writing, I have NOT watched Strange New Worlds yet, so I won't be mentioning/considering anything from it or its portrayal of Pike and crew for this review. Anyway, that should do it for window dressing, let us get underway.

Original Thoughts

I'm not even going to try and copy/paste and re-edit both of them to add onto here. This is going to be long enough. You can read my old watchthrough here, but the short version is I liked Part 1, didn't like Part 2 as much, and overall I liked it for the Spock content but it was meh otherwise.

Rewatch Thoughts

God, this took me way too long to get done...

So this episode is the first and only two-parter in TOS. We wouldn't get another one in Star Trek until TNG. One thing kind of weird about this episode is that it's more or less Spock on court martial... after we'd just done a court martial episode for Kirk. When I watched these in the airing order, I think one reason I didn't care for Court Martial is because it felt like we'd 'been there, done that' with The Menagerie, a feeling that didn't repeat in production order which let me enjoy that episode a lot more.

I thought long and hard about how I wanted to organize this. How much I wanted to go into regarding both the actual episode and The Cage footage. It's part of why this review took so long. So after thinking it over... there's not much about the pilot footage that I have to say. It's there to give context for why Spock is doing what he's doing and that's really it. I think I'd rather wait to talk about Pike and maybe the pilot itself in-depth after I've seen SNW, which from what I've heard, adds some additional context. But I'm not there yet, so all I'll say is that the pilot footage really made things drag on what would have otherwise been Court Martial: Spock Edition otherwise hey ST people, if you ever do TOS again, give us the McCoy court martial episode please.

The most I have to say about the pilot footage is that it made the episode a chore to sit through. It's not bad, it's even kind of fun to see the early stuff and cast like Pike, Una, and a younger Spock. Seriously look at Spock's reaction when he and Pike look at the alien plants, its adorable! But it goes on for so long, especially in Part 2, that I lost complete interest in paying attention until it went back to the court martial. At that point we just want to know why Spock chose Talos IV to go to, not to watch an episode within an episode. I know they did it most likely as a cost-saving maneuver, but that doesn't change the fact that it just drags when they could have just... you know, had Spock explaining himself or whatever. It's the only reason that this is a two-parter at all. Again, I get it, but I kept tuning out during those scenes until we finally got to the end of it and we finally understood Spock's plan.

The present-day parts, however, were very much able to keep my attention. We're here at about the mid-way point of the first season, and to say that Spock's actions are a shock is putting it lightly. Spock has been nothing but loyal and by the book the whole series. Just last episode, he defended Kirk despite the evidence to the contrary and did everything possible to find the evidence to clear his name. We already questioned his loyalty in Balance of Terror, but the vast majority of the cast never questioned it, and any possible doubt was brought to a close at the end of it. But in fairness, this is very much a different dilemma as it concerns his former captain. One that he'd been as loyal to as he is to Kirk now. It brings a very unique problem for our favorite Vulcan.

Personally, I find Spock's whole plan... well, convoluted as Hell. I know it's to justify using the pilot footage, and it does add stuff to make it make some sense like Talos IV being forbidden to all ships. But it still feels ridiculous that Spock had to go to these extreme lengths to take Pike to Talos. Honestly, I'm iffy about having Pike taking to Talos at all. I mean... it's just an illusion. He's pretty much been put in a guided cage where he can pretend that he's still physically well, even though that's very much not the case. I guess it's better than his fate of being confined to that chair and only able to blink a light to communicate. But... I don't know, I keep thinking about it and I just don't like it. It feels messed up. But I guess Spock felt that it was the best place for Pike, where he could at least have some kind of happiness.

That said, it says a lot about Spock. The man put absolutely everything on the line just to help his former captain. He outright said at the start that he knew that it was mutiny and that he would be facing the death penalty if caught. But he doesn't care what becomes of him. All that matters is completing the task and getting Pike to Talos IV. Even regarding Kirk, he clearly didn't like going against his back and was not at all happy that his actions inadvertently convicted Kirk as well. Something that I believe that he wanted to avoid... unfortunately for him, Kirk doesn't take having his ship/command taken over from him well no matter who does it or why. Whoops. But still, for all the 'unfeeling, logical Vulcan' bravado, he sure as Hell had no problem dropping all of that here.

Kirk is angry and upset that his First Officer and friend would do this. As I said, he hates it when anyone threatens or endangers his command. Especially at this point in the series. We saw him get mad when Spock pried into him in The Conscience of the King, but this is even worse. As soon as he's back on the Enterprise, he hates it because it means court martialing Spock, which he doesn't want to do. He's willing to give Spock the chance to clear up everything, but he's also angry that Spock is holding things back from him and even lied to him. The last scene of Part 1 is him having Spock thrown in the brig because he won't just tell him why he's done what he's done. I don't even think that he cares too much about his own possible fate. He's certainly unhappy about it, but moreso about Spock because he can't make sense of it and Spock won't talk, only pleading guilty to everything. Why? Why won't his First Officer talk to him? Why go through all of this behind his back? Why allow himself to risk death? He doesn't know, and he can't stand it but can do nothing about it. He can do nothing but let the answer reveal itself, everything out of his control. Sure once it all comes together he's glad and clearly forgives Spock, but I'd imagine that he had a loooot to say when they had that talk later.

McCoy is really only relevant in Part 1, but what he got was so freakin' good. Spock fabricating orders is just impossible in his mind. He is steadfast in his belief that Spock would never lie or deceive them. Sure he ended up being wrong, and about why (Vulcans not being able to lie is the biggest lie in this whole show) but the fact that he doesn't doubt Spock at all and is the one to tell Jim this when he's questioning as he did in The Conscience of the King is so freakin' good. When he realizes that Spock did commit mutiny? And when Spock tells him to have him arrested? You can tell that he doesn't want to do it, let alone believe it. It really sucks that McCoy has no part after that because I can only imagine how much he would have had to say and try to make sense of, especially with also reasoning it with Kirk. But for what we did get, it's good stuff. And especially after The Galileo Seven, it's good to see that McCoy is still loyal to Spock and believes in him despite all the tension in that episode (and even after Court Martial where he got mad at Spock for seeming to not care about the situation, even though it was brief).

Aside from that... I really don't have a lot to say. The episode is okay. Really, everything in the first half of Part One I really enjoyed. It was tense and made me want to keep watching just to make sense of it all. It's when the pilot footage starts that things begin to bog down. Part Two is even more guilty of this until around the last few minutes, and like I said I'm pretty uncomfortable with the ending. It does a lot for Spock's character, adding more depth and showcasing his loyalty to both his old captain and his current one, as well as some nice bits for Kirk and McCoy. Heck, even bits like Uhura being in disbelief by all of this are really good. The episode's weakness is just going for far too long when this could have all been resolved in a few minutes and feels contrived to begin with. I'd still pick this episode over ones like Mudd's Women and the vast majority of Miri, but like with Miri I'd only want to watch it for certain parts (though unlike Miri it's because I'm bored, not squicked out). It's fine, and that's all I've got left to say about it.

Original Ratings: 4/5 (P1), 3/5 (P2), 3.5/5 (Both) Rewatch Ratings: 7/10 (P1), 5/10 (P2), 6/10 (Both)

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[bourbon-ontherocks]

hellooooooo again! well I’d never heard of Good Girls before, but that hasn’t ever stopped me from reading a fic so I’m saving yours for later 🤗 how’d you get into it? as for Grace&Frankie I watched a couple of eps when it first came out, but that’s it! you seem passionate about both tho, so maybe… someday… as for JTV; trust me, pregnancy is the least of poor Jane’s problems 😂 it’s excessive in the best ways, and full of laughs, love&plot twists

(Julia's adventures with the HPI anon)

Oh hey anon!! So good to hear from you again!! ❤️ (please know that while I absolutely love these interactions we have because it gives me a fantastic opportunity to endlessly ramble about HPI on main, I'm also extremely impatient to find out who you are 👀👀)

How come you never heard of Good Girls before? 😱 I feel like everybody I know has at least heard of it just from Netflix suggestions/top ten at the time it was airing! But it's cool to find out that it's actually untrue because this show is a trainwreck lol! It's a cool watch though, I guess you could give it a try, at least for the first two seasons. And that's so sweet and brave of you to read fics with absolutely no context hahaha! 😍

How did I get into it? Wow. Well as far as I remember I just watched the first season casually because Netflix suggested I might like it, then season 2 dropped and broke me. The ship in this show is an absolute dumpster fire that invented sexual tension, with all the angst and toxicity and unhealthiness and murdering attempts that you could expect. No fictional couple does it like Brio lol! 🔥🔥🔥 It wrecked me so hard that it actually got me involved in fandom for the first time in my life (now I realize that I'd been a fangirl for a very long time before that, but I just had no idea there was a name for it, and other people to share it with). I didn't know what words like AO3 or Tumblr meant. I started writing fanfics, posting on Tumblr, interacting with other people, and that has been a huge part of my life for the past three years, so yeah, basically Good Girls changed my life and I'm grateful for that. 💕 It doesn't make it less of a trainwreck though 😂

And I must say I never saw myself as a multifandom person with a new hyperfixation every six months or so, I didn't think I'd ever fall so hard again for another fandom, but then Morgadec showed up, and literally lifted me up from depression, and um... yeah. That's the stuff. 😭😭 Which surprises me a lot because their thing is completely different from Brio's dynamic and what I liked the most about them but I guess one doesn't get to choose what they fall for...

Anyway, enough rambling about Good Girls and my fandom life!! Grace and Frankie is a great show, which truly delves into the lives of elderly people, I definitely recommend it.

And oh, I'll add Jane the Virgin to the list then!! 👀👀

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#HelloProDanceGakuen! Public Recording!

#HelloProDanceGakuen

The public recording! Is over!

I'm already going to fall asleep in 3 seconds! The heat level was too crazy, my head hurts! I'm too tired but I'm not tired at all from the adrenaline! Look, you don't what I'm talking about, right!

I'll do my best to write!

First off,

We've had Hello Pro Dance Gakuen, since it started in 2019 but, All of the fans that loved and supported the show, Also the many teachers who have helped us, I want to convey the fun of dance! I love dancing! with just the mindset () As colleagues from different groups, With Hama-chan, Manakan, and Kaedy, Every time, sometimes desperately with tears our my eyes, we have encouraged each other

With that! We're finally able to have a large scale public recording! That is,

This isr really big for the show, I wonder if there will be another opportunity for this, I've thought,

I seriousssllyyyyy tried today,

I realized that!!!!!!

Thank you very much for your support🫨🫨🫨

It was amazing…… We did so many things……

Wait, don't give up, if you haven't seen it yet--

You can watch it!!!

This time the public recording event, Will be available on HELLO!PROJECT STREAM!

Big applause, everyone

The way I heard it, maybe it wasn't originally planned, I don't know but……

It seems there were a lot of applicants, That is, really, a lot of people wanted to see it, While doing it, while watching it, I also thought this so🔥

Happyyyy!!!

I don't know if there are others who think like that, Like those who didn't go got jealous, You really don't think so, please definitely watch it…… Everyone was amazing……

The streaming period will be determined soon⚠️

They have to check a lot of things, right-- There will be another announcement, wait for it!

Also,

For everyone on the worldwide level, Wasn't the non-stop showcase, too crazy?

When it was time for us to change our clothes, I changed quickly and watched from the sleeves🕺🕺🕺

I really wanted to see by the front🕺🕺🕺

Everyone in KOSÉ 8ROCKS break dancing🕺

Thats right, break dancing is now part of the Olympics and KOSÉ 8ROCKS was made up of Avengers of the best in the world in break dancing, it was really exciting at the venue too, aah, everyone will like them more with this

SHUHO-san led HOUSE🕺

SHUHO-san is a teacher who helped us in season 8 and has won many competitions, a lot of people have never experienced HOUSE, right, its stylish, right, I wonder if their feet are floating already I want to check the video, right

Also, The MC super duper heated things up, Umebo's Imagine-san!!!!!!

Umebo-san has helped us twice at Dance Gakuen

Also with Imagine-san, He has also been the MC for various dance battles around the world,

With that, Our first stage of a dance battle, I'm honored he was our MC……

The last scene was the best🕺

Also, also with peace of mind and trust, Joujou Gundan-sannn! They said it was really exciting and amazing,

During the public recording it felt like I was doing everything for the first time,

I'm grateful for their present that reminded of how things are normally-------!

Eh,

Really, doing an improvised dance battle….. Uwaa……

For Ishida, its my 13th year (I said it was my 12 year during the event⟵) and you may be thinking how many times is she going to say,

Improvisation and free dancing is really😕😕😕😕😕😕

Although,

it was super super super fun! I had fun! That is my #1 emotion!

Make no mistake, I did my best with my experience with a public recording and,

I was able to do it with your support!

Within this dance dance dance day, I also realized, I'm an idol after all...🤍 Idols are fun, I love them

Thank you very much for the wonderful experience!

This was thanks to everyone who supports the show! Thank you very much!

Finally started this month, Hello Pro Dance Gakuen season 10 is airing,

Don't miss it🌏💫

From now on I'll cook and eat a streak

Also everyone, For tomorrow as well for me,

It will be an amazzzzinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggg day

Those who know, know, right

My heart is in shambles

7:00PM……▶

Please look forward, and kinda, look over me… Howawawawawawawawa

7:00PM

(nah but maybe we can meet up again after 7:00PM) (How about we go there and then come back here later) (Well in any case look forward to tomorrow)

see you ayumin <3

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[gaycrouton]

can you write a fic of mulder and scully somehow ending up watching something from mulder’s “collection” together? (pre-relationship) idk how it would happen but you’re the best writer i know of so i want to see how you’d do it. if you’ve already done one like this, sorry 🥺 i love your work so much, your writing style is so amazing and i love everything i’ve read of yours!! thanks!

I shit you not, I can tell from another prompt in my inbox that this was send to me before Season Two of Sex Education aired. So it probably was sent to me in December of 2019 and I'm answering it in January of 2022, haha. I wasn't lying when I say I never delete prompts! They stay with me until I'm inspired/have time!

I hope you're still around!! This is such a kind message and I am beaming <3 Thank you so, so, so much for reading my work, I'm so appreciative you like it, and thank you for sending me such a fun prompt! This is part one of two, and I hope you like it, sweet anon <3

Be Kind, Rewind (1/2) | msr | 5.7k | ao3 | post-Fight the Future

When Mulder thought of serial killers utilizing works of art in their murders, he thought of cases inspired by Milton's Paradise Lost. Men who used their misguided identification with the poem's devil to justify their crimes. Innocent people suffering from the violence wrought by a red right hand.

A serial killer taking quotes from Pussy Shredder 7: Avenge of the Cock was not something he'd ever heard of.

Much to his relief, he wasn't the one to make the connection. That embarrassing honor befell one of the lab geeks who would never live it down, but much to his chagrin, he did happen to own a copy. Skinner was the one who ordered them to watch it. They knew it was to familiarize themselves with the killer's state of mind, why he was leaving vulgar quotes from a bad porno on the walls in his victims' blood, but Skinner was so clearly embarrassed, he didn't even get that far in the order. He only managed to bark, "Watch it before flying out tomorrow."

"Is that particular film a part of your collection, Mulder?" Scully had teased as they walked back to their office. Upon silence, sighing, "Oh my god."

"It was a Christmas gift, blame Frohike," he replied, defending himself.

She'd wanted to watch it in the office as she mused it was "probably inappropriate if they had to write that they watched it together at a different location" in the case report, but he insisted it would be much worse if it appeared to people like Spooky Mulder was being a pervert and forcing Agent Scully to watch porn while at work.

"What if someone hears and thinks it's us?" he'd asked.

Her face turned red and he watched the creamy expanse of her throat as she swallowed and her gaze flitted to the floor. "You're right. Fine. I'll be at your place around seven and we can watch it, so I'm filled-informed about his M.O," she replied professionally, albeit stammering to reveal her own Freudian slip.

"Can you pick up some popcorn on your way?" he joked.

"Very funny. How long is it?" she asked. "The tape."

She was more flustered than he was used to, and he decided this may be a lot more fun than he anticipated.

"Thirty minutes probably, maybe forty. I dunno, I've never actually seen the end," he teased. His joke landed and she exaggeratedly rolled her eyes, turning to her work and he found himself asking, "Have you ever watched porn, Scully?"

She looked up, surprised at how direct he was being. "I've seen clips." Then, as if offended, softly added: "I'm not a prude, Mulder."

"Did you seek them out?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"I don't see why that matters," she replied. He put his hands up in surrender.

"Well, we're in for a treat tonight," he chuckled. "I'm going to go home and eat dinner before I dig around for the tape."

"I'll do the same," she stated, standing up and slipping her purse strap over her shoulder. "Don't forget to rewind it," she teased over her shoulder.

After he'd found the tape and the minutes until her arrival started to dwindle, the reality of the situation started to really dawn on him. He was about to watch a porno flick with Scully. His prim, professional partner, Scully.

They'd seen their fair share of indecency over the last few years, couples in motel rooms fucking so loud they'd both heard it, suspects confessing lewd and lascivious acts, but this was content made for the intended purpose of arousing its audience. From what he recalled, he didn't really like this one. He couldn't remember what it was exactly, but he was pretty sure the man was off-putting and the woman was faking it. The fact it wasn't one of his go-to's helped him, but it certainly didn't help that a little off-hand comment Scully made last year had haunted him ever since it left her mouth.

"Maybe if it rains sleeping bags you'll get lucky."

He couldn't even count how many times he'd touched himself to the fantasy of Scully's naked body squirming against his in a small, compact little sleeping bag. Now he was going to have to sit here next to the woman of his dreams while watching what he wanted to do with her enacted on screen.

Just as he contemplated whether or not jacking off before this would be in his best interest, the sound of three sharp knocks drew him out of his reverie and he walked over to let Scully in. She looked relatively the same since he saw her at the office, but she'd taken off her blazer so she was just wearing a light blue, short-sleeved v-neck that was tucked into a pair of her work slacks. "Hi," she greeted, walking into his apartment under the arm he was propping the door open with.

"Hey," he greeted, closing the door behind them. "Ready to pervert your mind?"

"I think we need to just get something out of the way first," she sighed, setting her bag down on his coffee table.

Mulder was quiet, wondering what she was thinking, and off of his silence, she explained, "I just think we both need to be on the same page that the film likely will have a physiological response on our bodies and I think we should agree not to make fun of the other for their body reacting to stimuli meant to be arousing."

Immediately, Mulder felt chagrined at the fact Scully not only anticipated his libido would flare up, but felt the need to address it. "That's nice of you to spare my feelings," he chuckled.

"I'm a flesh and blood woman, Mulder. I can react too," she replied, a hint of defensiveness in her tone.

Like he needed to be reminded.

"And if you do, I promise not to acknowledge it," he conceded, trying to begin practicing that right now so he didn't have to think about her admitting she might be getting aroused on his couch sitting less than a foot away from him.

"Good," she replied with a nod of her head.

He moved to push the tape in and when he turned around, he saw she'd settled on the couch and had put on her glasses, crossing her legs at the knee with a yellow legal pad resting on her thigh.

He guffawed and she looked at him quizzically while he sat next to her. "What?"

"You're taking notes?" he balked.

"Need I remind you why we're here?" she replied.

"Sorry, I'm just excited to see the end result," he replied as the trademark, cheesy jazz music started playing over his speakers while he sat next to her.

They both sat there in silence as the black title cards flashed on the screen, showing some of the quotable moments from the film as a preview.

"The only thing harder to pull out was Excalibur."

"This bitch is about to get stabbed in the back more than Caesar."

"Better around a rim than Lebron."

Scully scoffed and murmured, "Those are the worst lines I've ever heard."

"I don't know, I think the Excalibur one was kinda funny," he joked, laughing when she rolled her eyes at him.

The film wasn't all that different from any other porno. It started with a male 'construction worker' coming into a woman's home to do some home improvements. The woman is a bit flirty, reveals that the husband won't be home for a while, and then the construction worker sweeps her up in his arms and splays her out on the kitchen counter.

Mulder and Scully sat on opposite ends of the couch in respective silence, the sounds of heavy breathing and fabric rustling against fabric filling the empty space of his apartment. He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw Scully staring at the screen with a neutral, impassive expression. It remained that way for a few minutes as the couple on-screen just kept dry humping each other, intermittently interrupted by the man asking if she liked "being a naughty slut." When the man brought the woman to her knees and she started giving him a blow job.

"Lookie here, a hoe getting plowed."

Scully finally moved, crossing one leg over the other so she could get leverage to write on her legal pad.

"What'd you write down?" he asked.

"Disrespect," she replied, the audible emphasis of the ball scratching against the paper as she underlined it adding to her conviction.

"Which part?" he replied.

"I don't know of a person in the world who likes to have their head brutally shoved down like that during fellatio. It's already such an intimate act, and to be all but suffocated like that makes it so impersonal."

He glanced at the screen and saw she was right, as soon as the woman took him in deep enough, the man would keep his hand firmly pressed against the back of her head until her eyes watered and the sounds of gagging could be heard.

Mulder cringed and looked back to Scully who was jotting down a few other notes. "That's a good point, it does show a lack of regard for the other person," he agreed with a nod.

"Have you observed anything noteworthy?" she asked, turning to him.

"Um," he stammered, accidentally having been paying too much attention to being in the same room as her while this was playing rather than the tape itself. "The actor said some of the lines that appeared at the crime scene, same with the beginning."

"The plow one?"

"Yeah, and it might be worth noting that this particular storyline focuses on a man intruding in another man's space," he remarked, pleased to have come up with something on the spot. "I don't mean to make the woman sound like a possession, but his," Mulder emphasized, pointing at the man on the screen, "-uh, phrases make this seem like a conquest."

"Like his pleasure comes from having sex with another man's wife rather than the act itself," she prompted, scribbling down.

"Maybe so, and that's why he's being so callous towards her," he replied, taking note of Scully's exhalation of agreement.

"The construction worker role could be a component too. Maybe the killer works a trade job that gives him this kind of access. Perhaps he was hired by a white-collar worker who made him feel inferior. By fixing the home and violating the wife, maybe it's his way of getting the upper hand," she mused, scribbling on the notepad.

"Damn, Scully. I'm going to have to learn how to do an autopsy if we're going to switch roles like that," he praised. She never ceased to impress him.

She said nothing, but she smirked in response. Their attention turned to the screen to see the blowjob had turned into the woman being thrown back on the counter as the man started fucking her madly. The first few thrusts were met with resistance, so he pulled out and spat on the woman's crotch, coating his dick in the saliva before plunging into her again.

"Does that actually feel good?"

Initially he thought she meant having sex, but thinking better, he asked for clarification. "Does what feel good?"

She motioned towards the screen that was showing the man in the film taking the base of his cock in his hand and slapping the length against the woman's labia lips repeatedly. "Hitting your um, penis like that. Slapping it around when it's erect, doesn't it hurt?" she asked. "Or is it just a dominance thing? Less about how it feels and more about how it looks?"

"Does it hurt for the woman?" If she was going to ask him an intimate question, he wanted to see if she'd return the favor.

"Well, no, but outward stimulation like that is good for the clit," she replied and he wondered if she realized she'd said clit instead of clitoris, breaking her streak of being clinical. "It would have a similar effect to a pubic bone pressing against it during penetration, but penises don't usually um, flail like that."

"I can't speak for all men, but I guess-" he paused, realizing his answer was going to deviate from generalizations about the human body to his own thoughts. "I always thought it felt nice for the recipient. Yeah, it's visually appealing, but I think it's just done to ramp things up for the main event, anticipation as an act of foreplay."

She made a little hum of acknowledgment in response, nodding as she took in the information. There was a pause of silence before he decided to test the limits. "Does it?"

"Does it what?"

"Feel good?"

She licked her lips like she did when she was in deep contemplation, and he was about to say she didn't have to answer when she shrugged. "Depends. If they're actually hitting my clit like how you mentioned, it can be very stimulating, but when they're just tapping at my labia it feels perfunctory. I think it's a dominance thing where they want to hear me ask for it because I can't take it anymore when in actuality most times I end up asking because I'm just getting annoyed."

Mulder let out a low breath and hoped she didn't hear it. His body reacted viscerally to hearing her talk so candidly about her own. Usually, he delegated thoughts of Scully's sexuality to the 'do not open' file folder in his schema for this very reason: it overwhelmed him. Thoughts of her having or wanting to have sex, knowing she had preferences and fantasies, imagining her getting aroused, it all drove him wild.

He imagined Scully splayed open, spreading her legs in eager anticipation of him as he rubbed himself against her wet folds until she breathily begged, "Please, Mulder."

"I could see how that is definitely catering to the male ego a bit," he replied, his throat a little tighter than he wished it was.

Out of his periphery, he saw her jot that down, presumably getting an idea of the killer's mental state.

He watched the screen, trying to find anything to say, and he was impressed at how just the mere idea of Scully's sexuality turned him on far more that watching fully naked people have sex. The man on screen grabbed the woman's legs and pushed on them until her thighs were parallel to her obliques.

"You should take note that maybe he's fascinated by women with the ability to contort their bodies," Scully made a dismissive sound that caused him to turn and look at her. "What?"

"She's not a contortionist, that's not difficult to do," she replied back.

Mulder looked back at the screen at the woman whose thighs were currently folding into herself like a collapsible chair. "Can you do it?" he asked, surprising himself.

Wordlessly, she uncrossed her legs and hitched one up so it was like the woman on the tape. She moved her arm around so that her elbow was pressed into the bottom of her thigh as her hand wrapped around the area of her calf below her kneecap, and he thought for a moment she just might even hook her calf around her head to rest on the back of her neck. "I think you could do it if you tried," she shrugged, letting her leg fall back down so she could resume her initial position.

Mulder felt his cock twitch at the sight, imagining what it would be like if she did it with both legs. Naked. How his cock embedded inside of her would be gripped by her inner muscles as she contorted herself around him. She turned to look at him over the rim of her glasses and he realized he'd been just staring dumbly at her.

"I think I'd break my hip," he chuckled, crossing his legs in an attempt to hide his burgeoning erection. They'd agreed that they wouldn't make fun of one another if either got aroused, but he wasn't sure how that would change when it was obvious she was what turned him on.

The sharp sound of a slap caused them both to look back at the screen where they saw the man had slapped the woman's breast, the mound shaking in the wake of his impact as she moaned. "Now, does that feel good?" he asked incredulously, pointing at the screen. "Clearly I think it's meant as disrespect here, but do women like that?"

"It would feel a lot different for her than it would for me," she replied without explaining.

"What do you mean?" The woman on screen, if he had to guess, was maybe a cup size or two larger than Scully, but she wasn't Dolly Parton by any means.

"My chest is small," she admitted shyly, playing with the pen in her hands nervously. "Flat."

"I-I don't think that's true," he comforted, unsure if he should say it but deciding he'd rather risk getting slapped than let her ruminate in her self-consciousness. Part of him wondered if this was a long-standing insecurity, or a newer one. She'd lost quite a bit of weight during her bout with cancer, but she was recovering. She looked great, healthy. The idea she didn't like any aspect of her body hurt him as someone who spent so much time admiring it.

"I've been told…" she waved her hand and upon his look added, "during."

Knowing that someone was blessed with the opportunity to be intimate with Scully and had the audacity to make a comment about her body, one that clearly hurt her feelings in a vulnerable moment and stuck with her, made his blood boil.

"I never purposefully leer to be disrespectful, but I've spent enough time around you over the years to be acquainted with your, um… shape. You're far from flat-chested," he explained.

"Thank you, but you've only ever seen me in bras though, Mulder," she replied with a light chuckle. "They call it a Wonderbra for a reason. It works wonders."

"I don't think you're wearing a bra when you're in your pajamas or in hospital gowns," he countered.

He watched as she brought her lips into her mouth and he hoped it was a smile she was repressing and not irritation at him admitting to staring at her chest on more than one occasion. "I appreciate that, Mulder," she replied softly, playing with the cap of the pen in her hands.

He wasn't sure if she meant that she was convinced or if she was agreeing to end the conversation. "The guy who said that was probably just used to the word 'small' being used in reference to himself."

He earned a Scully-smile for that one. "Is that your professional opinion as a profiler?"

Nodding with exaggerated severity, he stated, "My opinion as a profiler, and as a man who's never felt the need to insult a woman mid-coitus."

She smiled, then turned back to the task at hand. "To answer your earlier question: no. I don't think that would feel good. My, um, smaller breasts are usually more sensitive. That would be overwhelming, and probably painful."

"That makes sense," he replied. Mulder turned to the television but let his eyes close for a second, trying desperately to file away the newfound information that Scully just admitted to him that her breasts are sensitive, but it was just staying at the forefront of his mind. All he could do was imagine rubbing the pads of his fingers over her nipples, watching her squirm and whimper from the sensation. He wondered if she could come from just the stimulation alone.

He opened his eyes just in time to see the man vigorously masturbating in the woman's face, her eyes uncomfortably darting to look at someone off-camera as she waited for the man to finish in her open mouth. The moment came and the man howled grotesquely as thick, white ropes of semen spurted across her face. Mulder cringed as he watched the woman's eyes squeeze shut as he missed, though he probably wasn't being courteous enough to avoid her eyes in the first place. The man patted the woman's head like a dog, rubbing his semen into her hair, before the tape cut out.

The VCR clunked as the sound of the automatic rewinder started whirring in the room, leaving Mulder and Scully sitting in front of a blue screen.

"So that's the type of stuff you like to watch?" she asked, breaking the silence.

He felt a wave of unease pass over him as he realized what Scully must be thinking of him if she thinks this is his brand of pornography, but he didn't know how she'd react if he just started listing off the types he liked. Not only did her perception of this as his porn of preference negatively reflect how he viewed women, but probably gave the impression he was a shitty lover. Despite his whirlwind of feelings, he settled with a simple answer. "Actually, I'm really not a fan of this one."

"Why not?"

"I wasn't kidding when I said Frohike got it for me from a bargain bin. Though I'm pretty sure if he'd watched it, he would have thrown it away. I must've thought the same after he gave it to me because I found it in a trash pile that I've been neglecting for months," he joked, before admitting, "But honestly, he didn't treat her very well and that's a turn-off for me."

"A man concerned about the woman's pleasure in porn? Well I'll be damned, they do exist," she teased.

He chuffed a laugh, but the fact she said it made him think about how her past lovers must have been with her and it made him uncomfortable to think of her being treated as merely subsidiary to her partner's pleasure. "Men who don't care about their partner should stick to the company of their own hand."

She laughed and the sound brought a smile to his face. "I wish some of my old boyfriends lived by that motto," she replied, yet again making light of her mistreatment.

He was used to seeing her deal with shitty men at work and in the field. Men who belittled her, tried to make her feel small. As far as he was concerned, her pantsuits were stronger than armor, and her wit was sharper than a sword. Usually, the men who condescended to her in public did it to make themselves feel better about their own insecurities, but he'd find out after the fact that those same men would corner her and try to flirt. Scully took no shit and she'd put them in their place with ease.

It made him sick to imagine she might lay with someone she trusted to be a good man, only to have the mask fall off while she was naked and vulnerable. Giving an intimate piece of herself to someone who only gave her misogyny in return.

"You deserve better," he stated firmly.

Her smile faded slightly and she started playing with the edges of the yellow paper, picking at the tacky binding keeping it together. "So, um. What do you think would have made it better in the tape?"

"Well, first off, he should have gone down on her," he answered immediately.

Mulder watched as she wrote 'disregard to the pleasure of others indicative of disregard for life?' Despite their clearly loaded conversation, she was still making sure to stay even slightly on task.

"If he made her come once that way, she would have been wetter and more prepared for penetration. You could see it on the tape, him spitting on her like that is still loaded with disrespect, but he needed the saliva because he wasn't preparing her well enough," he remarked.

He watched her jot down some more notes with a nod. "How would you have changed it?" he asked, turning the question back to her. "To make it better?"

"I think you're right," she replied. "I think when partners are willing to do that it helps, and I imagine having an orgasm before penetration would make it easier too."

"Willing?" he repeated with distaste. "That makes it sound like a chore."

Scully regarded him oddly as if she was expecting him to laugh or say he was kidding. Her confusion caused her words to really sink in for him. "You imagine?"

"I-I just-" she stammered, trying to find her words.

"Have your partners never made you come that way?" he asked, his knee nudging hers and causing her to intake a sharp breath.

She shrugged and he already knew her answer. "No, but they tried. I think I just knew they didn't want to do it in the first place, so it made me feel guilty. I felt like I needed to just make it quick which took me out of it, and then I couldn't…"

The sound of a sheet tearing gently filled the apartment as she picked nervously at the pad and ripped the corner of the page. Scully wasn't looking at him anymore and it made him sad to think she was the one embarrassed when her partners had failed her. "Scully," he prompted, waiting until she looked at him to continue. "I hate your exes."

A laugh escaped her lips and he was glad he got her to smile again. "I'm envious of yours, I suppose," she replied before the implication hit her ears, causing her whole face to flush. "I mean-"

"I know what you mean," he replied with a smile.

They were quiet for a minute before she blurted, "He didn't kiss her either."

"And he was rough with her," he added.

She cocked her head slightly to the side immediately and pulled her bottom lip in her mouth like she was contemplating something. "I don't think rough sex is inherently bad," she mused, her words pitching up at the end like the inflection of a question.

To him, it sounded like she was defending something she was into, but the rational part of him didn't want to jump to any lust-inspired conclusions. To try to coax her to say more so he could better understand where she was coming from, he prompted, "How do you mean?"

"A lot of women can find it appealing with the right partner," she replied. "Not in the way we just watched, when there's an underlying worry that it might go too far, but I think there's an appeal in being able to trust someone with your body in such a vulnerable way, a mix of pain that compliments the pleasure."

"Hmm," he hummed and nodded in response. Mulder knew he should say something, but hell, he was a warm-blooded man and the woman of his dreams just confessed something overtly sexual about herself to him and he was having a hard time getting his mind past that.

"But you don't feel the same?" she prompted.

"Are you asking for the male perspective of giving or receiving the rough sex?" he asked.

"Can't it be mutual?"

Touché, Scully. "I think you're right, I think it's pleasurable unless the trust isn't fully formed and one partner is subconsciously worried about their safety. From my perspective, I've always been the physically larger one, and I've been so anxious at the prospect of ever making the person I'm with feel like I was being too rough or fearing my excitement could be translated as being too forceful that I've never tried."

She chuffed at that and he felt his brow furrow slightly. "What?"

She turned to him with an incredulous look on her face and mused, "You're so overly conscientious when I can't think of a man less likely to hurt someone. Especially in such an intimate way."

He considered her perception of him to be more accurate and truthful than what he saw reflected in the mirror. Mulder trusted her judgment implicitly. Even if he didn't feel like a good man, if she said he was then it had to be true. What she thought of him was what mattered most.

"Thank you," he replied, sincerely touched by her admission.

He wanted to ask her if she'd had success with rough sex, but he didn't want to pry into something that had the potential to upset her, and him. But while this newfound knowledge about Scully was being processed in his mind, it passed by another piece of information that lived in a state of limbo since he couldn't figure it out, the two blending together to leave an uncomfortable pit in the bottom of his stomach. Was Jerse too rough with you, Scully? Did he make you feel vulnerable? Did it feel dangerous?

Was that what you wanted?

Mulder wasn't sure if he wanted the answer, and he knew he wasn't exactly in the place to judge. He was sure she'd have plenty to say if she knew his motivations behind his tryst with Kristen while she was abducted — how he'd managed to use an act of pleasure as a form of self-harm.

It amazed him how he and Scully really were just two sides of the same coin, different in appearance, but fundamentally the same. The yin to his yang.

"You mentioned he didn't kiss her," he stated, rerouting the conversation. "That would have made it better for her?"

"I mean," she stammered, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, of course."

"Even if he was a bad kisser?"

She smirked at that and he watched as she started tracing the pink, vertical line of the page with quick strokes. "Well, I don't know. If we're talking about how to make it better for her, presuming he cares, then yeah. I think kissing's always… appreciated."

Last time they were in a situation this tense, a bee joined the party.

He watched as she reached her hand up so that she was rubbing the back of her neck, as if to soothe the phantom sting. When Scully's gaze locked onto his, he watched her hand fall back into her lap and he wondered if something in his eyes reminded her of that night in the hallway. "Always appreciated?" he repeated in a gentle murmur.

"I think maybe this was a mistake," she whispered, her eyes falling to his lips before settling back into her lap.

Guilt swelled in his chest and threatened to suffocate him at the notion he'd made her uncomfortable and gone too far. That he'd danced on the line they'd drawn in the sand and now she felt exposed and unprotected. "I'm sorry."

"N-no, it's me," she replied, moving to grab her stuff.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his brow furrowing. She stood up, intending to leave, but he grabbed her wrist, keeping her there as he stood up next to her. "Scully, I don't want you leaving here upset. I'm sorry I was being inappropriate-"

"No, I was being inappropriate too. I'm sorry, I just-" she sighed.

"What?" he murmured.

"I'm having trouble agreeing to the terms I set," she admitted, her gaze flitting down his body once before turning away with her lip pressed in between her teeth.

"Oh," he replied lamely, his anxiety calming down when he realized she wasn't upset with him. She was just aroused by him. "Oh."

He was harder now than he'd been the entire time the tape was going. His cock felt heavy and warm as it strained against his slacks, the teeth of his zipper digging into him. Looking at her now, it was clear she was just as affected as he was. Scully's flush was high on her cheeks, melting down to paint the creamy skin of her neck, before pooling at the tops of her breasts. She was looking behind him with wide glassy eyes, and it pained him to think she was planning to run away again.

He couldn't lose her like this after he'd just gotten her back.

Mulder took his free hand and cupped her jaw, coaxing her to look at him. "It's okay," he murmured reassuringly.

"We shouldn't," she deflected, though not moving to pull away.

"Why not?"

Her mouth opened as if to say the thousands of reasons that were on her mind, only for her lips to purse together instead.

"I care about you and I think you care about me," he assured her softly.

"Of course I do," she murmured softly before sharply intaking a breath when his thumb stroked the skin of her cheek.

"The ball's in your court, Scully. I will follow whatever lead you set. If you want to leave and pretend this never happened, if you want to debrief about the video and I'll be the pillar of professionalism, or-" he trailed off.

Her eyes locked on his and she repeated in a whisper, "Or?"

"Maybe we could try again, sans bee."

She smiled almost imperceptibly, but her voice didn't hold a trace of humor, "That's a big decision to put on me."

"It's not all on you," he said softly. "I think you know my answer already."

"And you don't know mine?" she whispered in disbelief.

He did. She'd told him her answer a thousand times over. After seven years together, she was practically screaming in it in his ear. Every time she saved his ass or laughed at his bad jokes or heard his theories and still treated him with respect afterward. Scully loved him. It just felt too good to be true.

Scully had run straight towards some of the scariest situations imaginable during their partnership, all for him.

He needed to do the same for her.

Sliding his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, he pulled her forward until his lips were crashing onto hers.

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[majestyeverlasting]

hey, I absolutely love your writing!!!❤️

Can you maybe write a Bucky x reader with the fluffy prompt 31?

(the reader is afraid of something and she lashes out on Bucky... like she rambles on, and on to Bucky so that she runs out of breath... and Bucky forces her into a hug, which she eventually relaxes into and then tells her the promt)

If you can't write this, I'll totally understand... enjoy your day🌼🌼

♡ Hi! Thank you, I'm happy to hear that you like my writing! I love this request, and hope I was able to capture the essence of what you wanted. I know you've been waiting, so thanks for being patient! To summarize, the reader's doubts lead her and Bucky to explore the idea of what it means to add value to the world. That of course leads to some intimate dialogue and soft moments. Towards the end, I played around with an idea that relates to Bucky having enhanced senses, and I think it worked out pretty well. But I suppose that's up for you guys to decide. 🌼

♡ Prompt 31: “Shh, I can hear your heartbeat.”

What Comes Naturally

There was an abundance of memories to hold onto as summer began to bid farewell. Each of them sweet, and owning a small fraction of your heart. The days, once long, were beginning to grow shorter, and nature itself was slowing to the new rhythm of the atmopshere. It beautiful time of transition.

But a rather peculiar round of thoughts had started to cultivate within your mind. They were dense and somewhat dark, awaiting the moment in which they could release their rain.

Their accumulation had been on the basis of value. The value you were adding to the world, specifically; was it enough? Could you be working more, creating more? Did strangers walk away remembering you? Did you better the lives of those around you? There were as many doubts as there were questions. And they all seemed to have come out of nowhere, plaguing you suddenly.

It was an unfortunate headspace to have fallen into. All things considered, you should’ve been happy. Happier than you were, at least, because it was the dawn of your favorite season. Yet you’d woken up and found yourself wondering if you were doing enough.

That afternoon rolled around quickly. You were curled up on the couch when Bucky returned home from his routine run. He lifted his hand in a wave, to which you responded with a quiet hi. The earbuds you had in played a song that served as a feeble distraction from your worries. You watched as he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, taking a few big gulps. He focussed on you as he drank.

Then he set the bottle on the kitchen island, and dabbed his mouth with the back of his hand. A furrow formed between his brows as sweat glistened above along his hairline. “You okay, doll?”

The question barely registered, but you read his lips. Before speaking, you paused the song. “Yeah, m’fine. Just relaxing”

You might as well have been glass with the way his gaze went through you. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go hop in the shower,” he said, running a hand through his hair. A brief moment of silence passed. “We’ll talk when I’m done, okay?” There was a knowing to his tone.

All you did was nod, gratefully.

A couple minutes after he left the kitchen, you ended up padding to the bedroom as well. Rather than bothering with another distraction, you simply laid on your back across the bed. You stared at the ceiling as the sound of running shower water emitted from the bathroom. And though it was faint, you could also hear the timbre of Bucky’s voice as he hummed a tune. You closed your eyes, finding solace in the fact that he was near, and willing to listen.

By the time he came out, you’d dozed off into a light sleep. As soon he gave your knee a few gentle squeezes, your eyes fluttered open. There was a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. Damp locks of his hair fell into his forehead, and a beige bath towel was wrapped around his waist. You sat up with a soft grunt, and he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before moving to get dressed. You caught of whiff of his cedar body wash in the process.

“Love you,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes.

“Love you too, pretty girl,” he said. “Wanna start telling me ‘bout what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

For a few seconds, all you did was look down at your socked feet and kick them. You heard a couple of dresser drawers open as Bucky saught out the clothes he was going to wear. “I feel like there’s something more I could be doing,” you finally said, turning to look at him. He’d tossed his towel onto the bed put on a pair of blue boxers.

“Something more?” He repeated as he pulled a black shirt over his head. “What do you mean?” His eyes met yours with genuine curiosity, wanting to understand.

You sighed, picking at the bed comforter. “The world is so big and people are out there doing so many different things, and it feels like I’m not doing nearly as enough. Like there are ways for me to step up that I’m not acknowledging,” you explained. “Like I’m missing the mark.”

Bucky put on a pair of sweat shorts before walking to take a seat beside you on the edge of the bed. He looked intently into your eyes. “What mark do you think you’re missing?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know,” you said, tone raising slightly. “There are people like you who go out and save the world, and do all of these crazy, larger than life things. People who have huge, innovative ideas that change entire industries. People who massive followings because they’re encouraging, or funny, and whatnot. And they all add so much to the world.”

Bucky thought about interjecting, but decided to let you continue. “It seems like I’m hardly doing anything. I at least try to leave a good impression on everyone I meet. And I try to extend the best of myself to the people I care about.” You turned your gaze from him, and directed it to the floor.

“But now there’s something’s telling me that I should be trying harder. And I don’t even know what that’s supposed to look like.” Bucky had began to run a comforting hand up and down your thigh. You released a harsh huff of air, not even realizing you’d been working yourself up. “I don’t even know where all of this is coming from. I just feel off, and...”

You fell silent when he wrapped his vibranium arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into him. Pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his stubble brushing against your skin. There was warmth radiating from his body, and he smelled good. So good. You let your head tilt to rest on his shoulder, and looked down to where your knee was brushing against his. Suddenly, it seemed as though everything you’d previously said was immature and incomprehensible.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “Maybe I’m just being—”

“Shh,” he coaxed. Then he said something that caught you off guard, and took your mind off of everything else, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Wait, what?” You breathed. “No you can’t.” When Bucky chuckled, light and airy, you lifted your head. “Can you really?” Your voice was soft with a disbelieving edge.

“Yes,” he said, letting his arm slip from around you. “Lay down for a second.” You did, and he fell onto his back as well.

There the two of you were, chests rising with your breaths, looking up at the ceiling.

You waited for him to explain himself or say something else, but he didn’t for a while. The air was quiet long enough that you figured it was only a matter of time before you began to hear your own heartbeat, or possibly even his. You didn’t, of course, and Bucky eventually broke the ambience that had established itself.

“I can hear it,” he confirmed, turning to look at you. “But just barely ‘cause it’s not as strong now.”

“Because I’ve calmed down?” He hummed in agreement. You studied his handsome features and began to smile. "I didn’t know could do that,” you told him. “I mean, I knew your hearing was good, but to be able to hear a heart beating is… cool.”

“Yeah. I just have to be close enough and focus extremely hard,” he explained. “And you wanna know what I have to say about adding value to the world?”

You’d almost forgotten about what you expressed to him in the moments prior. Almost. “What?”

He propped himself up on his metal arm, and placed his flesh one on your chest over your heart. He could feel the gentle thump against his palm. “This, right here, is all you need to know that you’re adding value; the fact that you’re alive,” he said, smiling when you placed your hands overtop of his. “Everyday you’re adding value in a way only you can. Even if it’s not always through some big and over the top demonstration.

“Just be and do what comes naturally. One day that might be saving a city, another day that may be making somebody laugh. Who’s to say they aren’t equally important in the end? They both effect how the future plays out, right?” He quirked his brows.

It was moments like that when you realized just how much of life he'd lived and how much wisdom he'd earned over the years. Even if you had've racked your brain, you wouldn't have found anything capable of standing up against his words. You took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.

“Right.”

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[bemylord]

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characters: probably all in the aot world.

warnings: au, modern to aot, superpower, action, curse words, might be spoilers, deviation from the canon, my broken sence of humor, open final.

synopsis: you have woke up in the cellar, feeling a terrible headache as you opened eyes, you could barely see faces in front of you - it's all a blur. the next thing you heard is: 'kill her?' and 'no, we need her alive'

butler's remark: i hope you're doing well, today i made @gipumar request but! it's not over yet. i'll, i guess, write four and final [final would be a drabble] parts. i started from the first season and to the last one. [i'm watching last season rn]. reader is a titan! i also watched 1st season and second a couple of months ago, so i may have forgotten smth, but it's my au, and there will be a slight deviation from the canon. + reader and levi having their attitude.

➝ back to the main master list.

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you couldn't see anything - you've got a headache, tinnitus, you also can't move, as you couldn't feel your body - you wanted to open eyes, but again, every slightest movements causes unbearable pain all over the body. your overhear someone voice, or voices, or it's your imagination is playing with you. you mumbled, not being able to mutter out half a word.

'what's wrong? i've had drink a lot yesterday, jesus christ.'

the five human senses begin to activate, as if after a long time in a disconnected mode. you tossed your head back as you feel your muscles, barely feel the rest of the body as if is a closed location where you need access.

'kill her?'

'no, we need her alive'

as you overhear unknown voices, that aren't belong to your family or friends, you did a step forwards, as handcuffs are holding you from escaping. from under your open eyelids, you could barely see anything: some kind of light on the left side and two men in front of you, standing behind .. jail grate?

'where..'

throat ached as you pronounce the word, close eyes. the clarity is starting to appear as you could feel your fingers and arms being handcuffed. slowly turned head to the right side to see the room you are, noticing some kind of anciety? the walls are made of brick, the floor also, incomprehensible handcuffs. you weren't a criminal, but the general knowledge of what a prison cell looks like you knew from movies and shows.

'where.. am i..'

you heard a slight giggle, turning head to the sound, noticing two man: one is tall and well-built, the blond one. the next one is smaller, he's leaning against the wall, not even peek at you.

'stupid bitch, you better be talking right now. who are you and what you were planning to do, br-'

'levi! we had talked about it, calm down.'

as they quarrel, you've got an opportunity to scrutinize their state: the blond guy is clearly the captain or leader - the way he sits and his way of speaking, significantly different from the other guy.

the short one is obviously mad or annoyed, maybe you ain't good at reading people but he isn't looking at you, shows his irritation by gesture: arms crossed over his chest as he scows and half-mutter under his breath.

'who are you?' you suddenly asked, unawares them. 'why.. where? the fuc-'

'i told you, erwin, that pathetic bitch doesn't.. fine, i'll be quiet'

erwin. levi. who are they? what are you doing here? lots of questions - any answers.

you find yourself being on your knees as your wrists in the handcuffs. you wear ridiculous and funny clothes - a long linen shirt, probably for man, but you could feel you're wearing the only shirt.

your eyes widened at the of thought what they did to you while you were sleeping, moved hands forward as the chance to break the shackles. you failed, feeling pain in your shoulders.

'who are you? what happened? i'll call the police you're perverts!'

'the court wants to kill you, you'd better not move.'

the court? kill? girl, you have troubles. a big-big one.

'please, what happened? did i kill someone? did i.. what? i'll call to my lawyer'

erwin, as you might remember right, sigh, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. the guy next to him giggled, holding himself from offensive phrases.

'you are a titan, girl. yes, you saved us and our town from the titan whilst eren was plugging the hole in the wall.'

'titan? how did i end up here?'

'a bright flash appeared in the sky and then we saw you - in a titan guise.'

you raise one eyebrow, pondering over words the blond said. titan? your knowledge on the theme 'titan' is poor. in the modern world, not many people are interested or being keen on that theme. vampires, werewolves, witches, sorcerers [jjk, lol] - is favorite theme for fantasy movies.

you smiled, to which the boys frowned. you smirked first, before you burst out laughing out loud. titan? did you saved a town? nice prank it was.

'come on, nice prank it was. but i have a headache and also i want to rest 'cause tomorrow i have a math test and my teacher will kill me if i won't be there.'

levi smiles as he heard you.

'do what you've planned, i won't interfere.'

'finally.'

levi opened the door grate with a foot, immediately make a fist of your hair, tossed your head back.

'i don't care you're woman or man, you'll take your punishment. prank? lawyer? you make up new words, you trashy girl.'

the way he looks into your eyes, practically choking you, as you're hard to swallow your saliva either take a deep breath. first, you thought he's the weak one, not having force at all. just being a regular soldier who's following someone's orders.

'listen, you will walk with us and we will show you the wall, maybe you'd remember the action if not - prepare your pretty face'

he took the shackles off you, letting his hands carelessly fall onto your knees as you feel his hands on your wrists with an order: i didn't tell you i give you the recovery time.

the hallway they are leading you is full of soldiers with a weapon in their arms who're following you with their eyes on you, whispering each other.

you turned right and left a few times before finding yourself on a small ledge where the town was spread out like the palm of your hand.

where is your city? where are you?

you are scared to ask 'the weak' one, contemplate on the unknowing town. small houses, without any skyscrapers, without cars, roads, without anything familiar to your world.

prank's out of control.

'it can't be true, i don't understand..' you make a step forward, as if to verify if it's accurate. 'i've transported into another world, it can't be true, where is.. police? explain me something, captain, huh?'

'stohess. the city you are in now. perhaps you're as much help from another world as you're a mighty titan.'

stohess. europe? america? maybe it's a small town somewhere in the... somewhere in the world. your world.

'do you remember something?'

he turned his head to your face, waiting for the negative answer. yes, you noded. you couldn't remember anything from what and who you were, how you ended up being here. but you told him something about the country you live. well, you had been leaving.

'someone must have sent you to save our city, girl.'

'y/n. my name is y/n.'

he stares at you like you're an idiot whilst you still examine the view. in front of you, far beyond in the center you noticed a huge figure - titan, - you wanted to ask, but levi was the first.

'right, titan. if it weren't for you, he would have killed half the city, crushing everything in his path. don't waste our time, girl.'

'it's hard to think when i'm under the pressure'

he turned around to leave.

'then, it means i need to kill you today. breathe fresh air while your head is on your shoulders.'

(≧◡≦) love leaving people guessing what will next. i'm sorry for this short part. i need to go out of town for a few days, so i'll leave the next part for later. tomorrow or the day after tomorrow i want to write a little drabble about yaoi, it'll kenma x kuroo, just sfw.

#aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot imagines #aot levi #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan levi #attack on titan #erwin smith #aot #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman fanfiction #aot scenario #attack on titan scenarios

[vacancy90]

Merry Christmas @ski-jumping-is-my-aesthetics !🎄🎅

Here's your secret Santa gift. 🎁 I hope you have a wonderful Christmas time and can enjoy some quiet days and yummy food with your loved ones. All the best, and I hope you like your gift. I had lots of fun writing this! 🥰👋

Holly Jolly Christmas

aka Teams Germany, Norway, Switzerland and Slovenia are having a Christmas party.

He can't remember how or when exactly they all had agreed on having a Christmas party in Engelberg, but Cene certainly doesn't mind when he opens the ovendoor and the hot air escaping hits his face and fills his nostrils with a spicy ginger scent. He's been busy going about his kitchen all morning, rolling out dough and cutting out shapes of gingerbread men, snowmen, stars, hearts and whatnot. He simply loves baking and especially baking for his friends and colleagues. He's adjusted his go-to Christmas cookie recipe to suit everyone's diet, especially since he's been reminded about Halvor's gluten intolerance and other people's nut allergy and damn, he even made sure to use vegan chocolate for decorating the cookies so nobody had a valid excuse to not try them. Yes, he is pretty proud of himself and happy to contribute such an important part that can't be missed at any Christmas party. Besides Cene, Timi had agreed to contribute his part for team Slovenia by providing a taste of his accordion skills - but only if Karl and Markus promised to dance their famous Schuhplattler dance for everyone to enjoy. They did. And this way eventually also convinced Domen and Peter to join the party despite their rough start to the season and them mumbling something about sleep and responsibility and… Cene forgot the rest. Unlike his brothers' seasons, his own has started out well and now he's especially looking forward to Engelberg.

***

It's Thursday evening and one by one members of the various invited teams are entering the designated function room. Team Switzerland come first, Simon had made sure, because somehow they feel responsible as hosts in their home country.

"Whoever decorated this room, they did a wonderful job," Killian remarks as his gaze travels around.

"Beautiful indeed," Domink agrees winking at Simon who smiles contentedly at the praise. He hadn't exactly done it by himself but he decided on colours and the reindeer and angels sitting on the shelves and maybe another little detail he's sure will make this evening an interesting one.

"Thanks guys, but honestly, this is the hotel staff's work, I just told them we needed Swiss red tinsle and baubles and some fairy lights."

"Grüezi!" An ever beaming Andreas followed by his shadow Stephan and joined at the hip pair Markus and Karl greets them in an attempt of Swiss German. They're about to take their seats when team Slovenia can be heard from miles away. The sound of Timi's accordion and the Planica song is blasting down the corridor, announcing their arrival.

"Hey," Markus protests. "This is supposed to be a Christmas party!"

"Whatever song makes you dance!" Timi retorts and switches to a Christmas tune causing Markus and Karl to move their hands and feet in sync.

"Stop, guys! Not before the Norwegians are here!" Domen chimes, already bursting with laughter.

"Here, have some of these while we're waiting for the show to start." Cene places a gigantic cookie jar on the table and catches sight of his older brother Peter cracking a smile. He can feel his heart filling with warmth and can't wait for the party to start.

"Heyyy!" A faint voice can be heard from afar.

"Oh, damn! I forgot I promised Gregor to help carry the fondue here." Dominik jumps to his feet and hits his head on the shelf above him in the process. A wooden reindeer lands in his lap as he's rubbing the hurt spot.

"Wait, I'll go," Killian offers while Simon is already on his way to grab a napkin and some ice cubes from a jug of water on the table.

"Are you looking for someone in particular?" Cene addresses his younger brother who's standing by the entrance now.

"Huh?" Domen turns his head in confusion.

Cene just smirks and points his finger at the little green branches hanging from the doorframe.

"Oh my god, look! There's a mistletoe!" Andreas nudges Stephan excitedly. "How cool!"

"I wonder who put that up there?" Markus remarks and Karl just shrugs, reaching for one of the cookies.

"Probably Domen himself," Peter whispers in Cene's direction and they giggle in unison. Meanwhile Gregor and Killian return with the fondue and the odor of melted Swiss cheese and freshly baked bread adorns the room.

"May we present: Switzerland's finest." Gregor puts down the tray with a dramatic gesture. "Props to the head chef who helped us with this and provided the equipment."

"Can the Norwegians hurry up already? I'm starving!" Cene reaches for a slice of bread which earns him a strict look by Peter.

"I'll check," Domen announces and takes a step outside.

"Oh right, now I know who you're waiting for," Cene teases in Slovenian which Domen appreciates but makes him blush anyway.

"Shut up!" The younger Prevc mutters and turns to leave, however, he is instantly shoved back inside.

"Where do you think you're going?" The distinctive voice of a tall blond Norwegian can be heard before he can be seen, causing Cene and Peter to laugh out loud.

"He's been looking for you," Cene explains when Daniel steps inside and for the second time this evening he points at the top of the doorframe.

Now the Germans and Swiss join the giggles and Simon who's been stroking the sore spot on Dominik's head and holding the makeshift ice pack in place can't help a comment. "Two people at the same time under the mistletoe. We don't make the rules."

"Well, then…" Daniel smiles and without hesitation pecks the Slovene's cheek, causing the blush to turn a deep red now.

"Yes!" The other guests clap and whistle approvingly. "Woohoo!"

"Where's the rest of your team? We're hungry!" This time it's Timi speaking for all of them.

"They should be here any minute. Halvor and Johann are bringing the Gløgg and Marius the music. Don't know about Anders and Robert. Robert's probably video calling his daughter as always," the Norwegian muses and takes the seat next to Domen.

"Look who I ran into." Anže suddenly appears in the doorframe accompanied by Halvor and Johann.

"Did someone say Gløgg?" Halvor happily lifts a large jug of an athlete friendly - meaning alcohol-free - Norwegian version of mulled wine. Johann places two bowls with almonds and raisins on the table and is about to grab some of the provided glasses to fill them with the hot drink when there's yet another round of cheering fillling the room. He turns around to find the source of the commotion.

"Oh my god, look at you!" Andreas exclaims, mesmerised by the two oldest members of team Norway who just showed up in Christmas sweaters and antlers on their heads. Anders and Robert are giving a little performance of… whatever this is supposed to be. Andreas guesses it's some sort of traditional dance but it could as well just be moves straight out of a TV ad. Anyway, everybody applauds them and of course the fact that they're standing under the mistletoe together must be mentioned. This time it's Stephan who points it out and Andreas all of a sudden is thrilled by the idea of accidently running into someone under the mistletoe, too. That someone possibly being the older German right next to him, radiating this all-encompassing glow of cosy, beautiful geniality and-

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Andreas has a hard time averting his gaze and thoughts from Stephan but manages eventually, just in time to catch Robert planting a smooch on his shorter colleague's forehead. And just like Domen earlier, Anders is turning a deep red and the sound of everyone cheering and clappingcan be perceived once again.

"This party is so much fun and it hasn't even started properly," Gregor says, rising from his chair. Simon does the same and starts a little speech. "Welcome, friends, to our little pre- Christmas get-together. I'm very happy to have you all gathered here and, yeah, enjoy the food and drinks! A big thank you to all of you who contributed their part to make this happen. And now, let's fill our glasses and plates and have a lovely evening!"

Simon's speech is applauded by everyone present and soon all the boys are scrambling to help with pouring gløgg, distributing plates and arranging everything. Only Andreas is thinking of something else…

"Sorry, I'm late! Did I miss anything?" Marius, to complete team Norway, enters the scene with a Bluetooth box in one hand and his phone in the other, already busy connecting the two.

"You bet!" Halvor retorts and imitates the previously witnessed dance and kiss act of his fellow Norwegians.

"Oh crap, but I didn't miss Markus and Karl, did I?" Marius presses play on his phone and the air is filled with universally known Christmas music in an instant. Yes, he's taking his DJ job very seriously.

"No," Domen replies, since he's the one nearest to Marius now. "I stopped them and told them to wait for you guys." He directs a smile at Daniel who mirrors the smile and nudges his shoulder in response. "Thanks, buddy."

Soon everyone is praising the delicious fondue and the yummy gløgg. Jolly chatter is filling the air as the bunch of ski jumpers are indulging in an easy evening before the next competition day. Today everyone is just enjoying the party. Cene's cookies are gone in the blink of an eye and Johann has been recording bits and pieces here and there and is currently setting up his camera for the grand finale of the night.

"Alright," Timi murmurs, hitting the keys of his accordion. "Let's go! Markus, Karl, the stage is yours."

Under the cheers of their colleagues the German duo take to the dancefloor and as Timi starts playing, indeed perform an impressive display of Schuhplattler. Markus has taught Karl since the last time and made sure they'd keep their promise. Another round of applause concludes the show and Timi switches to Christmas songs which everyone seems to enjoy just the same.

Dominik is feeling much better, the damage held off thanks to Simon's rapid care. Gregor and Killian are swaying next to them, just like the Norwegians. Johann is still taking artistic photographs and capturing the magic of this special night.

Timi ends his little gig with a shy bow and is naturally applauded, too. Marius presses play on his phone again and as soon as Wham!'s Last Christmas echos from the speaker, people either choose to leave or hit the dance floor.

"It's late, imma say goodnight. Thanks, guys, for the wonderful evening." Peter is first to retreat to his room. The rest of his teammates follow shortly, except for Domen who's in deep conversation with the Norwegians. One in particular, as Simon notices. He smiles to himself. Maybe his special decoration item is working his Christmas magic after all. The oldest Swiss is the next to say goodnight, his own teammates following him. Karl and Markus are leaving next.

"Awesome show, guys," Daniel pats them on the shoulders when they pass by him and Domen.

"Thanks, man. Next time we wanna see Dirty Daniel as main act," Karl insists.

"Dirty Daniel and Domen," Markus adds, winking at the two. "Better start practicing!"

With that they're out the door, leaving a once again blushing Domen and grinning Daniel behind.

"I want what they have," Andreas who watched the scene mumbles to himself.

"Who? Markus and Karl?" Stephan enquires.

Andreas flinches because the other had heard him when he clearly wasn't supposed to.

"No, silly. Nevermind." He gets up.

Team Norway are saying their goodbyes as well, which leaves the two Germans plus Domen, the latter also inclined to leave now.

"For old times sake." Daniel catches him by the sleeve of his sweatshirt when he's walking under the mistletoe, twirling the young man to land a proper kiss on his cheek this time.

"We should meet again more often," he says softly and Domen is covered in goosebumps, unable to say a word, however, he feels himself nodding. The next moment they're out of sight and Andreas sighs dramatically, making Stephan stop in his tracks.

"What?"

"Nothing," Andreas whispers and longingly stares at the green magical branches above his head. It only takes a second for clever Stephan to realise what's up.

"You know we don't need a bunch of weed to tell us when and where to do whatever you may be thinking of doing, right?" The older man raises an eyebrow.

"We… we don't?" Andreas's lips are trembling, his heart pounding madly.

"No, silly." Stephan's trademark smile forms on his face as he's closing the distance between them. "But since we're here anyway, we might as well…"

#wsss2021 #sorry i couldn't keep it completely neutral #because that's not how i roll 🙈 #hope you enjoyed it anyway #my writing #sj fanfic #team germany #team norway #team slovenia #team switzerland #ski jumping

[tomb-bloom-noctem]

Ducktales ended a year ago.

And I'm just realizing this at 3 am the day after its one year anniversary.

Geez.

How do I feel?

I-

It's hard to say.

When I first heard of the reboot I rolled my eyes. Figured it for another stupid soulless reboot brought to you by Disney.

I refused to watch it even.

Until I finally didn't. And I realized oh dang, this is actually pretty funny? And it really seems like they actually care about the characters and want to do something more with it!? Whoa!

I got hooked. Hell, DT17 became a piece of my identity. Something I gushed love and praise to everyone unfortunate enough to be in proximity to me over. Online and off. Became a huge source of comfort for me.

And fuck, when I began feeling suicidal in 2020 again, something I turned to for an outlet. I began The Attempt & The Aftermath, a fanfic I still am working hard on to this day. It's currently the 3rd longest Ducktales 2017 fanfic on all of Ao3 with at this time over 301,000 words. (And something I'll see through until the very end however long it takes. Updates might be slow and I'm sorry but I will literally never abandon this fic unless something outside my control happened to me.)

And then we got Season 3. Which started out so strong and seemed so promising. And then it kind of dipped, suddenly the writing and direction seemed much more off to me than before? Not everything was a negative and I don't want to be too critical right now but the direction DT17 started going in was...confusing at best, frustrating at worst.

Then we got the leak that Season 3 would be the last.

Which made me both sad and nervous.

The following episodes had highs and lows but as we got to the finale I started to feel even more upset. I didn't want the show to end but even more so I didn't want it to end badly.

"The Last Adventure" finally aired on March 15th, 2021. And I feel irritably mixed about it.

Because in my personal opinion, some of that finale was easily the best stuff of the show. And other bits....(*cough* clone bullshit twist) bring it down to such a low that it makes me angry.

I was saying it for a while prior to the finale but I felt DT17 was having a growing problem of "unearned emotional payoff expectancy." Again speaking only for myself and my own feelings and interpretation of the show. The finale really hammered that home for me with the clone twist as well as some other moments that went along with it.

It's been a year and I still haven't written my ideal finale rewrite. I'd still like to but honestly a huge part of why I haven't done so is I need to go back and give The Last Adventure another few watches. But it disappoints and frustrates me so much that I still don't have the will to do so yet.

I've tried to never contribute too much negativity to the fandom but Season 3 just...weirdly broke something in me. More than my expectations. Is it weird or unhealthy to say that a rebooted animated tv show for a show I somewhat knew and enjoyed, but not overwhelmingly nostalgic to that was designed for kids, of which I'm no longer the target demographic of, broke my heart? Yeah probably. But that feels like the only way I can describe it.

I know I'm not the only one disappointed. I know I probably didn't have my expectations in the best of check. But damn. The DT17 finale freaking hurt me. And then that's it. Ducktales 2017 was done and gone. Only our loving and seething memories remain.

Now it's been a year since it passed. I didn't even realize it. Dang.

I just don't know how to feel?

I thought this day would come and I'd be annoyed. Maybe make a few rant posts about how much I find the finale disappointing and air my grievances into my corner of the void. But honestly? I don't feel like doing it. At least not tonight. Not today.

I kinda just feel sad.

I miss being excited for Ducktales. I miss being more involved with the fandom, excitingly theorizing and geeking out with everyone, even people I don't know the way I do the friends I made thanks to DT17. I miss getting the theme song stuck in my head all day long. I miss the passion that I used to have for this show. It's not gone completely, it's just not nearly as strong. It's mid. Just like the finale.

I still occasionally read and sometimes actually manage to write for my fanfiction. I'd like to still also do more DT17 fanfics. Eventually. Someday. (Writing is hard sometimes, I'm sorry.)

I've met some awesome people thanks to this show. Some of my closest friends.

I've gotten some incredible kind words from strangers thanks to TA&TA. As well as some of the cruelest insults and attacks. (Mostly on tumblr but still. It hurts getting hateful anons not gonna lie.)

I don't post about DT17 much anymore. Hardly ever interact with the fandom. Hell I'm sure my reputation is either people don't know me at all or they think I'm some crazy bitch who writes a disturbing mental health duck fanfic and gets too defensive over it. Which, yeah. I do sometimes. I've been called out and blocked over it. Yeah. I get defensive. I'm sorry about that. It's honestly my only piece of the show I still have any fire left in me over. Something I work hard on and try to forge into what I want it to be. That's not an excuse but I am deeply sorry for it.

Anyway. I don't entirely know where I'm going with this bumbling word vomit anymore.

I just-

Dang. I miss Ducktales 2017.

I didn't think I'd say that after how upset I was at the finale.

But yeah. I really am. Even if it's not the finale I wanted. Or that chunks of Season 3 bother me to no end and contain what I feel are many of the worst episodes in the whole show.

But still. I really really miss DT17.

I miss it in like that same kind of nostalgic way that I miss 4Kids anime dubs from my childhood Saturday morning cartoons, weirdly enough. Objectively some of it is bad and some of it is good. Subjectively it's become an important piece of my heart and history no matter how bad or good it is. I can't ever fully hate it no matter what anyone else around me might say. But I also have criticisms that weren't there before. Rewatching just isn't the same. Not quite as magical as it once was.

But a part of me still loves it. And won't let that go.

Happy 1st finale anniversary Ducktales 2017.

Time is turning my sourness into a source of bittersweet.

#long post #just ignore this #tomb talks #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #the last adventure #dt17 #ducktales finale #rant #personal post #screaming into the tumblr void #my corner of the void #opinion #ramble post

[xpao-bearx]

《This story series is also on my AO3 acc @ Paoloca》

SUMMARY: The bachelors of Selphia conjure up a plan to decide who truly deserves the beautiful princess' heart...if Frey can only choose one of them, that is.

PAIRINGS: Frey x Vishnal, Frey x Kiel, Frey x Doug, Frey x Arthur, Frey x Dylas, Frey x Leon (Polyamorous Ships)

RATING: Mature/18+/Romance & Smut. Please bear these in mind if you are uncomfortable and do NOT report!

NOTE: I have been an avid fan and lover of the Rune Factory series for a looong fooken time now and with RF 5 coming up (who else can't wait?!?!) along with my bursting inspiration, I decided to do something a lil special~ 💖

This story is actually one I wrote--or at least TRIED to write as I didn't finish it--many years ago on my old Wattpad acc (I have a new one now). As such, I'm taking the basic plotline from the original idea I had and simply making it a bit better especially now that I'm older + more mature (pfft yeah sure "mAtUrE" xD).

I sincerely and deeply love ALL of the amazing bachelors on RF 4 and as someone who absolutely ✨A D O R E S✨ reverse harems, I really *personally* don't think that Frey has to choose! And so, here's a naughty + sweet story that'll kinda just delve into my--and I'm sure others'--fantasy ;)

I hope ya lovelies will enjoy this story series and your wonderful support is always very much appreciated! 🥺💕💕 Also, feel free to fangirl/fanboy with me anytime~

P.S. Please forgive mah pathetic ass in advance if I ever portray any of the characters wrong, I promise to do my best!!

"The Princess' Harem"

Part 1: The Game

☆ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE TALENTED ARTIST☆

Summer 1, the dawn of a sweltering season. But most of all...

Beach Day!

Ah, yes, a most wonderful holiday to take a dip in the refreshing water and don the most attractive swimsuits that perfectly hugged one's form! And while it was understandable for the gentlemen to gawk and admire the lovely ladies, it seemed that all the bachelors of Selphia were completely ensnared by one warrior princess in particular...

Frey's tinkly laughter carried in the air as she happily swam around in the lake with the other girls. It was certainly a gorgeous day, yet none could quite rival the turquoise haired beauty's radiant smile.

"Haa... The princess is SO beautiful~" Vishnal sighed dreamily, his violet eyes turning into hearts.

"A goddess among mere mortals!" Kiel piped up cutely.

"You guys are so lame! But, uh... Y-Yeah, I agree, I guess." Doug conceded, face flushing as scarlet as his hair.

"I am a man, after all. Therefore, I must say I agree as well." Arthur cleared his throat, propping his glasses.

"You are all perverts..." Dylas grumbled, though he couldn't help but shyly sneak a peek at Frey.

"My, my~ You're such a bad liar, horsie. Calling us perverts when you, yourself, are one~" Leon chuckled, smirking.

"Who're ya calling horsie?!" Dylas snapped, but couldn't start an argument when all of them heard a splash and saw Frey emerge onto shore.

"Princess!" Vishnal beamed, not wasting a single second as he dashed towards her with a towel much like an excited puppy. "Are you done swimming?"

Frey gratefully took the towel, wiping her drenching body with it. "Yes, I am! And once I change into my clothes, I'm going to be checking the requests."

"You're ever so diligent, Frey. I truly admire that about you." Arthur smiled as he and the rest of the boys approached their beloved girlfriend. Arthur's glasses then flashed as the sun reflected on them, and he quickly grabbed that splendid opportunity for his gaze to drop and hyperfocus on Frey's nearly naked body. He barely managed to suppress it as he almost shamelessly licked his lips, fully taking in and very much appreciating her wet and fit physique.

"Oh, it's nothing! I'm only doing my duties." Frey giggled, embarrassed as her cheeks tinted pink. "But other than that, how come you guys aren't in your swimsuits? It's boiling!" She frowned worriedly.

"Why, is milady that eager to see me in all my glory?" Leon purred, standing in front of her in a flash. His teal eyes sparkled mischievously, as one of his hands reached forward to run his fingers through her long hair. "If you want to see me that badly, I'd rather 'perform' a private show for you tonight~"

Frey became as red as a ruby, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly like a fish out of water. She tried to speak, but no words came out as she could only stare up with eyes as wide as dinner plates at an amused Leon who was enjoying this situation far too much.

"Oi, knock it off!" Dylas growled, wrapping a protective arm around Frey as he glared sharply at Leon. "She's gonna go fishing with me after she's done, anyways!"

"WHAT?! No fair, you can't hog her all to yourself! If you guys are going fishing then I'm going, too!" Doug huffed, snatching Frey away from Dylas.

"No way, you dumbass dwarf! You're not invited!"

"Well, I am now, you fucking nag!"

As the two handsome idiots bickered like an old married couple and fought over Frey, she could only release an exasperated sigh. Honestly, she loved them both, but there was really no use trying to talk any sense into them. The best anyone could do was just wait it out until they inevitably get tired.

But as Doug and Dylas were yanking Frey from one side to another like a ragdoll, they suddenly stopped. It seems that everyone else halted, too, and the air blew bitter cold. Frey, oblivious, could only raise a brow before she finally realized--or more like felt--what all the boys were staring at.

She looked down, Doug and Dylas' hands accidentally cupping each one of Frey's breasts. All of the boys were a thousand shades of crimson, and Vishnal even started to have a nosebleed.

"ACK! S-Sorry..!" Doug and Dylas exclaimed in unison, abruptly pulling their hands away as if they were burned.

"O-Oh, uh, it's f-fine..!" Frey stuttered, not being able to meet anyone's gaze. "I-It was just an accident, after all!"

"Are you sure you're alright, Frey?" Kiel asked, holding her hands into his gently as he studied her face in concern. "These lowlifes didn't hurt you, did they?" It was rare for Kiel to be angry let alone badmouthing anyone, but it was clear from his tone how upset he was. Honestly, Doug and Dylas were a little scared...

"Y-Yes, I'm alright!" Frey nodded vigorously, smiling brightly. "Seriously, guys, don't worry about me! I'll see you all later, okay?" She hurriedly gave each one of them a chaste peck on the cheek before making her way back to the castle.

"So..." Leon began, a fake smile plastered on his lips as his eyes held no emotion. "I wonder who the true perverts are now?"

"H-Hey, it was an accident! Besides, it's all this moron's fault!" Dylas retorted, pointing an accusatory finger at Doug.

"MY fault?! If you just invited me in the first place, none of this would've happened!" Doug shouted furiously.

"You guys...touched...the princess' b-b-breasts..." Vishnal muttered, totally lost in his own world as he was slowly deteriorating from existence.

"Oh, my..." Arthur let out a heavy exhale. "I'm sure you two already know this, but as soon as Frey is done with her tasks then you both must apologize to her again. Accident or not, it is completely unacceptable for a man to touch a woman without her consent."

"Hey, y'know, I've been wondering..." Kiel cut in. "Do you guys ever think if Frey is just being strung along by us?"

"What do you mean?" Doug frowned.

"Like, didn't we confess to Frey at different times? And at every confession, she rejected all of us. And later on, it was only then we found out that we all shared the same feelings for her."

"So, what's your point?" Dylas pressed.

Kiel sighed, staring pointedly at the taller man. "Don't you find it a bit weird that now, we're all in a relationship with her? I know that being in a polyamorous relationship with Frey was something we all consented on from the very beginning, but why the sudden change of heart?"

"Isn't it obvious? Being in a polyamorous relationship means that Frey likes all of us at the same time, which is fine. Maybe she was just too shy at first to admit it." Leon shrugged.

"That may be true, or...what if she's only with us out of pity?" A wave of realization washed through everyone, and a certain pang of sadness settled in their hearts. "Frey is such a nice person, it's possible she only agreed to be with us since she felt bad for rejecting us. And now, she doesn't know how to break up with us for fear of hurting us even more."

"There's also one other possibility..." Arthur spoke up. "What if she actually likes one of us, but can't exclusively date that person?"

Dead silence. Only the faint sounds of the lake thrashing and birds chirping, before Vishnal was the one who first woke up back to reality.

"So... What are we supposed to do?" He questioned softly. "I feel so terrible... If what you're saying is true, then I don't want to continue on like this. I love Frey, but I can't ever bear the thought of hurting her!"

"How about a game?" Leon suggested.

"Now's really not the time, foxy." Doug rolled his eyes.

"No, no. You've misunderstood." Leon shook his head. "I'm talking about a game to see who Frey truly likes or doesn't like. And that way, we won't have to be hurting her and suffering like this anymore."

"Hmm... An interesting proposition." Arthur hummed thoughtfully. "I don't quite like referring to this as a 'game', but colour me intrigued. What's your idea, then?"

"Alright. So, we each get one whole day to spend with Frey. Completely alone, and no one is allowed to bother anyone else. As long as Frey is okay with it, then we can do whatever we want with her. Going on dates, exploring...you get the idea. Finally, by the end of the week, we'll all ask her how she feels and who she had the most fun with. Her answer will then determine what will happen afterwards."

"Hmph. Okay, that sounds good." Dylas nodded, agreeing for once. "How can we settle who goes first and last, though?"

"I think it would only be fair if we go in the order that Frey met us. So it's Vishnal, me, Doug, Arthur, Dylas, and then Leon." Kiel offered.

"All in favour?" Arthur asked, and everyone collectively voiced out their approval. "Good. It's settled, then. May the best man win!"

"Speaking of, I forgot that the castle is undergoing construction! So please excuse me, I'll have to get going now!" Vishnal grinned, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

"Wait... I just visited Ventuswill earlier with Granny Blossom." Doug furrowed his brows before gasping. "That bastard..! He went to go have a headstart with Frey!" He immediately chased after the conniving butler, but not before his shoulder got bumped hard by Dylas.

"If anyone's gonna get a headstart, it's me!"

"Oh, shut the hell up, HORSIE!"

Arthur sighed deeply, rubbing his temples stressfully as Kiel only chuckled sheepishly. Leon simply watched the scene, his fan hiding his smirk.

'There is a saying: Save the best for last~' Leon thought satisfyingly to himself.

#Rune Factory 4 #RF 4 #Rune Factory #Harvest Moon #Frey #Vishnal #Kiel #Doug #Arthur #Dylas #Leon #Frey x Vishnal #Frey x Kiel #Frey x Doug #Frey x Arthur #Frey x Dylas #Frey x Leon #Vishnal x Frey #Kiel x Frey #Doug x Frey #Arthur x Frey #Dylas x Frey #Leon x Frey #Romance #Smut #Mature #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Reverse Harem #Polyamory

[heizuha-queen]

Hello! It's that girl who doesn't know when to stop coming up with more headcannons at 2am in the morning again.

Another idea sparked in my head.

You know how it's common for K-pop idols to have solo activities such as joining a variety show?

Have you heard of Busted! ?

Not sure if you've heard about this variety program. It airs on Netflix and currently have three seasons. The cast members consists of various celebrities ranging from comedians to actors to idols. Exo Sehun and Gugudan Sejeong are actually members of that show as well. (Btw, Sehun even low-key dressed up as KID once. It was a masterpiece. Period)

The show is a mystery/detective game program. The cast have to solve puzzles and search for clues to complete the missions given. The best part of the program is that the production team doesn't make the cast solve stupid, kid puzzle games.

They have to solve actual, scary, cases. Murders. Robbery. Conspiracy stuff.

So....

What if... Kazuha joins a program like this as a cast member?

I believe she would actually be perfect to join the show for several reasons:

1. Her intelligence

We've seen that she is actually very smart. Her deduction skills may not be as sharp as Heiji's, but we were shown in canon how Kazuha is actually very intelligent, even able to decipher the dying message of the victim in the Heiji Vs Kazuha episode. (If you remember, even Kogoro & Ran weren't able to solve it)

Not just that, remember how in the 7th Movie, Kazuha was able to come up with a really smart way to save Heiji from getting killed by that masked man by just using her sock and rocks?

If she were to join the cast, she'll be a valuable asset that could help them solve the missions much more quickly due to her wits.

2. Her physical prowess

Okay, to be honest, it's not necessary for the cast members to be proficient in martial arts. However, her aikido would definitely be a huge bonus. Imagine a scene where the cast members were all scared and being chased by something (like a villain, criminal,etc) As everyone is running away to not get caught and lose or something, Kazuha just stands there like a badass and back flip the villain like... Wouldn't that be totally awesome?

The production crew may or may not advise Kazuha to not repeat that so the staff members won't turn down their job as future villain roles.

(Also, ever since the back flip incident, the internet may or may not vote her as the most badass K-pop idol to live)

3. Her popularity

Since I think everyone on your blog agrees that Kazuha will be extremely popular, imagine the viewers she would attract to watch the program. It wouldn't be just the Korean audience. Her international fans would watch. Her Japanese audience would watch. Her group's fan would watch.

Of course, most importantly, Heizuha fans would loyally watch every episode as they pray that Heiji would miraculously guest on one of the episodes since they're thirsty for any Heizuha interaction.

(Even a cameo phone call would be enough tbh)

4. Her experience

I strongly believe that no matter how hard Kazuha's agency tried to avoid scandal by hiding the fact that Kazuha has been to a lot of cases and crime scenes (because of Heiji), the internet still discovers it. Hence, the producer of the show believe that she would perfect since she has experience and know how to ACTUALLY act when trying to do detective work. Her attitude would make the (fake) murder case looks real and legit, hence bringing more quality to the show.

5. Her relationship with people who are in the field

I think that, over time, people would discover that Kazuha is a daughter of a very notable and respectable police officer. Due to that, in a way, I think people would trust Kazuha's instinct more on the show, and indirectly, she would unconsciously lead the cast members to solve the mystery without being explicitly bossy nor pushy.

I would also LOVE to imagine that in those EXTREMELY RARE instances where a mission becomes extremely hard, for instance, they've spent longer time than necessary on a clue, the production crew gives them a chance to call someone and ask for help. (Tbh the production crew could just straight up tell them the answer, but where's the entertainment value in that?) Most of the time people would ask Kazuha to call for help since she has connections to a bunch of smart people who could solve the clue in just a few minutes. ( ie; her dad, Heiji).But of course, (for the sake of entertainment lol), the cast prefer if she calls Heiji for help. (Hence, why Heiji makes some cameos on the show through phone calls)

Let's be real, the production crew and cast members are (low-key) hardcore Heizuha shippers.

6. Her personality

She may be hot-headed at times, but that just adds charm to her personality you know? It also sometimes help the cast stay in check to help out with the investigation. At the end of the day, her determination to complete a mission yet adorableness in her interactions are really what makes people love her so much. Her frankness and straightforwardness also helps her forge genuine friendships with the rest of the cast members and production crew. From the show, people could see more than a properly-trained K-pop idol on stage. Rather, a smart individual who is also a human. People get to see her as herself, not just a celebrity.

Of course, I don't think she'll immediately join the program as a rookie K-pop idol. Maybe 5/6 years after her debut, where members of her group are all exploring their own individual solo career?

Although on another note, can you imagine how Heiji would react when she's on the show.

I bet Heiji watches every episode of the show but never admits it. He would also get frustrated when everyone on the show takes too long to find a hint, but have this huge proud smile on his face whenever Kazuha solves it.

Of course, Heiji would tease Kazuha for every small thing she did on the show when they facetime or call each other in private. Just because~

I also imagine Kazuha having to change Heiji's name on her phone to something neutral that doesn't indicate that they're dating. Ever since joining the show, she also has to change the lock screen of her phone since she could be asked to call Heiji for help without any warning. (Better safe than sorry)

I guess that's all for this random shot of headcannons. I hope you enjoy them!

Ps; By the way, if I do end up writing Heizuha fanfics (WE DESPERATELY NEED MORE!!), I'll let you know 😊

Umm PLEASE NEVER LEARN TO STOP BECAUSE I LOVE READING YOUR HEADCANONS!

I really love the idea of Heiji appearing in phone calls and I can imagine him watching every episode. It’s a routine that no one can break for him😂😂

[ariddletobesolved]

Days We Spend Under the Sun (Ten - End)

Written for @helsa-summer-event ❤

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Romance, Family, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Whump

Rating: T

Summary: Summer is not her favourite season, but a certain Admiral from the neighbouring kingdom is going to change that.

Brace yourself for a long arse chapter, and maybe a little cheesy (idk). This is the last chapter of this AU (feeling emotional already, lmao). Sorry it took a while, I've been dealing with several things, but here I am. I won't write too much notes, as I've prepared another post just for that. Thanks for reading and supporting this AU. Enjoy!

Prompt 7: Free

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Chapter Ten

"I don't know if I can do this."

Hans sighed as he put down the small box on the wooden table, pushing it closer to the queen's direction.

From her seat behind the desk, Anna gave him a look. She raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Would you care to elaborate?"

The former prince pinched the bridge of his nose, before turning to face the queen.

"I don't think she'll say yes." He replied, his hands clasped behind his back as he stood up straight. "We haven't been courting for that long, and the past we shared—"

"Yes, yes, I'm aware." Anna calmly interjected. Her hands were in her lap, eyes darting from the box towards him. "But you seemed so eager and determined a week ago, what changes?"

His jaw clenched, for the vivid memory of his dream last night came crashing at him, flooding his senses. It had been two months since the last time the nightmare occurred, about him, standing in the pool of blood on the slowly melting fjord, gazing at a pair of dull blue eyes that stared back at him. Elsa was dead, and he would become king like he wanted. The ice beneath him thawed, and he fell into the cold water. That was when he woke up, gasping for air, only to see Elsa, alive and murmuring sweet nothings to his ear. Realising that it was all just a dream, he pulled Elsa into his embrace, muttering how sorry he was.

It was a vision of what could've been, had he succeeded in ending the Eternal Winter by going for the source of magic. Even after years of punishment and redemption, the guilt was still there, eating him alive. Had it not been for Elsa's comfort, Hans wouldn't have known how to keep going.

"Hans?"

"I was a monster." He gulped. "Maybe I still am, knowing that some people still don't trust me. And for that, I know I'm not worthy of your sister's love, or anyone else's."

"You were." Anna grabbed the small box and a roll of parchment, then getting up from her chair. "Hans, you'd wronged me. I won't sugarcoat it. You left me to die in that room, you deceived me, and you were out to kill my sister. I admit, I took great pleasure when I punched you in the face."

The whole time, Hans didn't even flinch. He knew what he had done wrong, he was aware of that, and he would forever regret it.

"So I've noticed, even after all those dark months, some people still refused to look you in the eye, not wanting to acknowledge you as a person." She walked over and stopped before the tall redhead. "I did that too when you first came here after years. Elsa was the one insisting to lock you up, but I didn't see the point. There was something different about you."

When a roll of parchment was offered to him, Hans frowned. "Why are you doing this, Anna?"

"As much as I'm doing this for Elsa, I also believe you're not the same person who came to Arendelle with an ambition to become king." Anna spoke, her gaze showed kindness. "I can see that now, and it's not only because you won us war.

"That Prince Hans of The Southern Isles, who had a miserable childhood, dying to prove himself to his father and twelve older brothers, who attempted to marry into the throne to become king and was willing to commit a murder to fulfil such an ambition, was a failure. He wasn't born evil, yet he had failed to stop himself from being blinded by ambitions, and his tragic past doesn't excuse what he did." She paused, thrusting the roll onto his grasp. "But the man standing before me right now is not him. I trust you understand what I mean, Vice Admiral." Anna smiled as she mentioned his new title.

There was a beat, before Hans asked in disbelief, "They approved?" He unrolled it and began to read its content, green eyes were scanning the words over and over again. 

"It was a long discussion with Captain Larsson, but apparently, some people already accept you as one of us, even Admiral Goran." She was relieved and worried at the same time. She knew Hans doubted himself, at least she had heard Elsa mentioned it to her a couple of times, but she also knew that the two of them—Elsa and Hans were madly in love with each other. All they needed was a little push. 

"Hans," Anna called, and immediately, his attention was on her.

"Thank you so much! I don't know what to say, this is," Hans beamed, "does Elsa know?"

"Not yet." The strawberry blonde smiled. "I figured you'll be the one telling her, as planned."

Realisation began to sink in and he pressed his lips in a tight line. "Right."

"You're doubting yourself, aren't you?" The queen studied him closely. "I see how you look at my sister, and how she looks back at you. I know Elsa, and I've never seen her being this happy—different kind of happy. You might not notice it, but she is glowing whenever she is with you. She cares about you, and I know you care about her, a lot, I may add."

"Do you really think so?"

Anna rolled her eyes in a playful manner. "I know so!" She pressed the small box gently on his hand, and gave him a little push. "Now go and propose to my sister. You already have my blessing, and that means you have one less thing to worry about."

The gesture from his, hopefully, future sister in law brought a smile on his face. Hans glanced at her, feeling grateful for her kindness. He firmly held the box in his right hand. The queen was no longer that naive little princess, who would marry a man she just met because she was desperate for love. She had grown into a compassionate and caring Queen of Arendelle, whose prosperous reign was equal to her predecessor, her sister. Whether it was motherhood or her kind nature, he didn't know.

"Thank you, Anna." Hans didn't know if hugging the queen was the best move, so he went to shake her hand. But Anna, sensing his hesitation, pulled him in a quick hug.

"No, thank Elsa." She said, holding him by his shoulders. "I might be the one who opened the door, but she was the one who let you in."

The former prince nodded. The sisters' kindness was obviously contagious, and it was a part of several reasons why he wanted to change for the better.

"But," Anna said, her tone turned dramatically, "if you hurt my sister, I won't hesitate to punch you in the face, again, and I'll make sure that your nose wouldn't be the only thing that's broken." 

Hans gulped. Of course he knew better than causing the Snow Queen any pain. He nodded.

"Now, go!" Anna smiled, pushing him towards the door. "You have a date to attend. Also, it's a perfect place for a date in this castle, so might as well, not spoil it."

"Okay, okay."

"Oh, and Hans?" Just when he was about to close the door, she added, "welcome to the family."

—

Hans couldn't stop smiling. A sudden surge of confidence boosted through him, as he made his way towards Elsa's room. With a ring in his pocket, a bouquet of her favourite flowers and a new dress for her in his grasp, he began to think of how their day would proceed. If Anna was right, and Elsa said yes, Hans would be the luckiest man alive, he knew that for sure. Standing before the wooden door, he composed himself. As he turned the bronze handle, he heard voices talking.

"Oh, I don't know what he is planning, but I heard him talking to Anna about dresses and flowers." It was Olaf. "I hope he is not planning something bad."

Hans was frozen on the spot. Did the snowman think that he had a bad intention towards Elsa? He knew Olaf was probably not making any sense, but it was enough to make him think of the worst.

Elsa chuckled. "Olaf, why would he plan something bad with dresses and flowers? It sounds like something romantic, but I can be wrong."

It was a relief, but gone was the confidence he brought along as the next question came up.

"You said he had a nightmare, Elsa, what was that about?"

There was a silence, thick and hostile, from where he was standing. Doubts began to cloud his mind, as he wondered what she might be thinking. Not wanting to wait any longer, he pushed the door open. 

Her beautiful smile was the first thing that greeted him. Still dressed in her nightgown, Elsa looked radiant, as she sat on the bed with a breakfast tray in her lap. Olaf beamed and waved at him.

"I wish they would allow me to join you for breakfast, since I'm feeling much better now." Elsa sighed when she saw him walk over. "What do you have there?"

Hans flashed her a smile, settling the neatly folded dress over the chair nearby and put the flowers in her grasp, before leaning in to kiss her lips.

"Presents." He let out, sitting on the bed next to her.

Olaf nudged her, "See? I told you!" The snowman then collected her tray, before getting back on his feet. "I think I'll leave you both to it. See you later!"

Once the bedroom door was closed, Hans put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it lightly. At the gesture, she let out a giggle, before shoving his hand off. "Hans, no!" She smiled gently, cradling the bouquet close to her chest. "Thank you." Fondly, Elsa admired the bouquet, inhaling the familiar scent. "It's lovely."

"I'm actually planning something for the both of us." He stated, tucking her loose blonde strands behind her ear.

Eagerly, her blue eyes widened with interest. "Really, what is it? Are we going to go sailing?"

Sailing was his previous plan, indeed, but since Elsa was only recovering from her fever, Hans decided that they should stay in. He didn't wish to cause her any more harm than he already did, although the rising temperature wasn't exactly his doing. Besides, if Elsa said yes to a lifetime with him, it means that they would sail forever in holy matrimony.

"You'll see," was all his reply.

—

Moments later, Elsa and Hans were standing on the balcony at the back of the castle, facing the perfect view of the open sea. Anna was right, Hans thought, it was a perfect place for a date. A table for two was set up, with cakes, a teapot, two cups, and some boxes of chocolate were served on the table. A bouquet of heathers was placed in the middle.

Elsa could recall how many times she would go there in between meetings when she was queen, just to allow herself to think. She loved the view, the blueness of the ocean, and the gentle caress of the wind, they offered her comfort. It was rather quiet, even during the day, but at least she wasn't alone this time.

Hans held her close from behind, one hand was holding the railing, and the other was around her torso. His mind wandered back to the conversation he had with Anna. He would never forget her generosity in giving him the chance to prove himself that he was capable of growth—the chance not everyone would grant him. She allowed him to stay in Arendelle, to serve in the navy, so he could be close to the love of his life, despite the dark past they shared. Then he began to think of Elsa's silence when the topic about his nightmare was brought up.

"You're quiet." Elsa stirred in his embrace and turned to face him. "What are you thinking about?"

"Things." He said, before letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry, Elsa, I shouldn't have ruined it for you. We can have some tea and chocolates."

Hans was about to move to the table, when Elsa stopped him. "You didn't ruin anything at all. I was only wondering why you were quiet." She paused, eyes were never leaving his. "Would you like to talk about what's troubling you?"

"What makes you think it's troubling me?" It was a little defensive on his part.

Elsa frowned. "Your reaction right now is what." She blinked. "Is it your nightmare?"

She wondered what made him act so defensive. The past few days, Elsa noticed how he had been acting strange, and she was under the impression that he was hiding something, but what? That couldn't have had anything to do with the recurring nightmare, could it?

"Hans?"

Ignoring her, the redhead let go of her hand, before turning around. He pulled out a box from his pocket, admiring the diamond ring inside. Oh, how he wished everything was easier for him.

"You've been hiding something." It was loud and clear in his ear. "What is it?"

"Nothing." He muttered, still with his back facing her. Putting the box back into his pocket, Hans looked back.

Thoughts were running through her head, and some of them weren't pretty. "Are you doubting us?" 

"It's not that." Hans shook his head. The frown on his face deepened.

Elsa, growing frustrated as the second passed, looked away. Her cheeks were flushing as anger began to build up. "I can't believe you don't even trust me, especially with whatever it is you're hiding."

"It's not that simple, Elsa." He took a deep breath, rubbing his face in an equal frustration. "You don't understand."

"Then make me!" Elsa pressed, taking a step closer. 

Her fingertips were cold, as she tried to contain her powers from exploding. She breathed heavily, the storm in her chest was raging, but there was something in his emerald eyes—remorseful and sincere—as she held his gaze. Closing her eyes, Elsa tried to calm her mind. Anger was never a solution, and one of them should hold their ground if they wanted to carry on with the conversation. Perhaps what he needed was comfort.

"Hans," The former queen called, after another minute passed with silence. She looked up, staring at him with her blue eyes, while holding one hand out. "Come here."

When Hans took her hand, Elsa immediately pulled him into an embrace. She wounded her arms around his torso, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Gently, he returned the gesture and pressed a kiss on her temple. Nothing could top the feeling of holding each other close, getting lost in the comfort.

Closing his eyes, Hans breathed in her scent. Maybe asking her wouldn't hurt, he thought, and he shouldn't be selfish if he wanted to take their relationship one step ahead. And with a determination, he let out, "Kaere."

A beat.

"Yes?"

He took a deep breath, still holding her hand. "I need to tell you something."

Taking one step back, his knee bended slightly, and Elsa tried to stifle a gasp. Is he going to propose? She thought, is this what he has been hiding from me? Her pulse quickened, anticipating what was about to come. Elsa didn't see that coming, but for some reason, she was glad.

The former queen was no fool, and she frowned when she saw him stand up straight. She put two and two together, and realised that he had been doubting his own self. She knew about his nightmare, and how remorseful he had been. To see him looking unsure brought a pang on her chest. She couldn't wait any longer.

"Marry me." Elsa blurted out.

Stunned. Her words got him frozen on the spot. Hans stood there, dumbfounded. Marry me. Those words echoed in his mind, and he had to blink to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. Did she just—

"Hans?" She whispered, taking a step closer to cradle his head. "Are you—

But before she could continue, Hans captured her lips with his. Gone was the hesitation, the doubts that had been haunting him, as he got lost in the passion. Her lips were firmly pressed against his, as if she tried to give him a proper reassurance. He held her close by the waist, as he deepened the kiss, savouring the taste of her tongue, before they pulled away.

"Is that a yes?" She asked breathlessly, smiling ear to ear, pressing her forehead against his.

"Kaere," Hans couldn't contain the joy. He let go of her waist, and held her hand. With a surge of confidence, he got down on one knee. "Allow me to do it properly."

He pulled out the small diamond ring and held it up. 

"Elsa," he began, "I know I'm not worthy of your love," seeing the look of disapproval on her face, Hans gave her hand a gentle tug, "hear me out, please?"

"Okay." Her heart swelled inside her ribcage, and warmth overflowing in her body. She nodded.

"I know I'm not worthy of your love," he repeated, "forgiveness, even a second chance. What I've done in the past is unforgivable, and I'm accepting that.

"But you, Elsa, you have given me the chance to get to know you, and I'm grateful for that. Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, and you are the kindest people I know. You have shown me kindness, and for that, I'm forever grateful. I love you, min Kaere, and nothing will ever change that. I've never felt this way before, and you don't know how hard it was to deny it. Because loving you feels so right, but also wrong at the same time. Our union is frowned upon because of our past, but we've proved them wrong."

"Hans," she gasped. Her eyes were glassy with tears at his confession.

"I have nothing grand to offer, and I may be pushing my luck, but," he paused, looking at her with sincerity, "Elisabeth," he gently said, taking her by surprise at her given name. "Will you marry me?"

Her vision got blurry with tears as she stood there. It was too much for her, the love and joy that she felt was overwhelming, but in a good way.

"Yes." She nodded furiously. "God, yes!"

He slid the ring on her finger, and got up to pull her into his arms. He spun her around, burying his face in the crook of her neck. There were sparks in his chest when he heard her giggles, and realisation began to sink in. They're engaged.

"I love you." He put her down, so they were standing face to face. One hand cradled her head, with his thumb rubbing her cheek gently. "I love you so much."

Elsa smiled, giving into his touch. "And I love you too, so very much." She covered his hand with hers, as she pressed a gentle kiss on the heel of his palm. "Don't ever doubt yourself, okay? You are worthy."

Hans nodded slowly. "Forgive me."

"It's okay." Elsa nuzzled his nose. "There's nothing to forgive."

"There's also another thing." He began.

Elsa tilted her head with interest. "Yes?"

"I'm staying." Hans smiled. "This time for good."

"Hans, what?" With her mouth agape, she gazed into his emerald eyes, searching for any hint of mischief, and when she couldn't find any, she blinked. "I don't understand."

He led her to a chair nearby, and helped her sit, before seating himself next to her. Taking her hand in his, Hans pressed his lips over the knuckles.

"So, I might have asked Anna a favour just about last week. I was applying for a vacant spot in the Arendellian Navy."

It did not take her long to guess. "The Vice Admiral?"

The redhead nodded. "Yes."

"And you got it?" This time, she was smiling.

"I did."

Elsa didn't know what to say. The news was another thing she didn't expect to hear, and it seemed as if her day couldn't get any better.

"It's," the former queen paused, "wonderful! I'm so happy for you, truly."

She cupped his face and showered him with kisses, from his forehead to his temple, then his nose, and down to his lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Elsa settled on his lap. She nuzzled the crook of his neck as he held her close.

"I'm so glad to have you home, Hans." She murmured.

"Home?"

Elsa nodded, looking up to him, fondly. "You're here now with me. We are home."

Home. He liked the ring of it. Elsa had been his safe haven, and then she was his home. In the end, things were working out just fine, and they were both alright.

"Thank you, Elsa."

"Hmm?" She eyed the new accessory on her ring finger with a smile, before darting her attention back to him. "For what?"

Hans felt his heart swell. He pressed another kiss on her temple. "For letting me in, and giving me a second chance." And he would be forever grateful for that.

Quietly, Elsa settled back in his embrace. Her blue eyes were gazing far ahead at the open sea. Once in a while, she stole glances at the symbol of their union, and she realised that the past few days they spent under the sun were leading up to that very moment. How their story went as the time passed, she would treasure that, and despite the rocky path they had to take to get there, Elsa regretted nothing.

Suddenly the future didn't seem to be uncertain. Hans is staying, and we're getting married, Elsa told herself. That steadiness, something to hold onto, was all she needed. And forever with him, she couldn't wait to spend.

END.

#helsa #days we spend under the sun #elsa x hans #hans x elsa #iceburns #helsa fanfiction #mary's writing #helsa summer event #helsasummerevent2020 #helsasummerevent

[thedoctor1002]

Idk, I never posted one of my fics here but guess I'll try ~

Also, English is not my first language so feel free to correct me QwQ

Fandom: Psycho-Pass -season 1- (is this still a thing?)

Characters: Kogami Shinya, Sasayama Mitsuru, OC

Prompt (it was in Italian, so I'll translate): write a story using three among these words: cloud, dusk, thunderstorm, storm, hull, bay, shelter, sail, night

Title: Log date: 2110/02/28 (Friday) 22:04

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The lights of the bay flicker dynamically before your eyes.

They dance hypnotically, of the same cyan colour of your office’s walls, but with a whole different beat. They drink the red and white trails from the traffic, they shatter and multiply in the tears of an inclement rain. I know how much you hate it, you just can’t stand going on recon with an umbrella. On the other hand, I love it.

Rain brings us close together under the waterproof cloth and I manage to observe details that neon lights often hide from me: the precise way you part your hair, the last few drops of the jasmine perfume on your jacket, your long lashes. Shion thinks they’re fake. We always fight over it, can you believe me?

After all, you’ve never been the kind of woman to wear such frills. 

A notification arrives, the acid light of your impalpable PC breaks through the sacred dark from where you pretend you don’t see me. It digs your silhouette and paints you like a ghost on the huge windows of the Public Safety Bureau.

Your jet-black hair lay on your back like varnish pouring over the white silk of your blouse.

“Pulling an all-nighter, Inspector Matou?” I ask casually, exposed. With you, after all, I always am: you’re the only one that can shush my shitty jokes.

But this time you laugh slightly: nothing more than a spike, a trembling breath that shakes your ribs and lips.

“The forecasts say that the storm won’t stop until tomorrow morning,” you tell me, sitting at your desk, “also, I’ve been delaying this paperwork through all week, it's about time I get it done. Might as well do some overtime and get rid of it, don’t you think?”

“You’re such a workaholic.” I label you, realizing how lucky I am being allowed to do it: Ginoza, that prude, would have never let it slide “You should leave some for the rest of the precinct: make 'em earn their wages.”

A tired smile crosses your face as you tap your fingers on the keyboard. It’s so clear you’re trying to avoid my glance.

You used to look for it.

You looked for my eyes at briefings, in that discrete way that eventually shocked everyone. You looked for them among alleys, as soon as you heard a gunshot or the chocked sound of a fight.

And when you found me, it felt like a 7 miles free fall.

“How are the legs going?” I dare to ask. I see the hollow structure of your new shins below the hem of your pencil skirt. They swing a bit underneath the glass of your desk. You didn’t lose your damn tic, your right heel shakes like the needle of a sewing machine even when you seem calm.

You shrug and drink the bottom of an already empty glass of water.

I shouldn’t have asked. It breaks my heart, to see you like this.

You don’t give me an answer and massage the back of your knee with a sigh. Lately, I feel like you’re avoiding me.

You’re turning back into the one you were before: uncompromising, cold and distant. I wonder if the bunch of ingrates downstairs have been calling you Dobermann again. I wonder if you’re still as relentless.

You worry me: your stress level is getting darker and darker. You don’t want old Kasei to take issues with you, not again.

I can imagine how you must have felt, the night when this mess happened.

You most likely got pissed, if I do know you.

I mean, did they really think I got away on my own? I bet you never doubted me: no one knows an Enforcer better than its Inspector.

“Runaway?! Have you lost your minds?” Sasayama?!”

Those were the first words you said when they rescued you. You spoke them way before cleansing your lungs from the rotten water of the river, way before asking Masaoka if you’d have ever got back to feeling your lower legs. They hurt like hell and you had to pull them around like sandbags.

“They got him” you panted, holding tight on your mentor’s coat “They took him away, I tell you!” The one that kidnapped him wasn’t a latent criminal. The Dominator didn’t activate, not even when they shot me. Please, believe me. Check on the log files, please.”

Crime coefficient: 0.

I know that bug still haunts you.

Cause, after all, it’s can’t be anything else: who on earth is that Makishima to fly under the Sibyl Sistem’s radar? Who can fool a network that knows your crimes before you do? And how is it possible that the silhouette that kneecapped you and threw you into a river could possibly be innocent?

You haven’t lost your mind, Inspector: the Dominator betrayed me, too.

Don’t think I don’t know how pitiful must have been, the next three days.

Makishima isn’t real. Forget it, it was just a delirium. You were in shock.

It was the trauma, dear. It was a breakdown. It was burnout syndrome.

You’d use some holiday, darling. Take a week. Take two. Go somewhere far, no, better: just stay at home. Go to therapy. Keep yourself busy, don’t think about it. Work. Also, don’t work: it wears you out!

They put you back on your feet in less than six hours, but nobody allowed you to join search parties. Heaven forbid your stress level getting any darker. Heaven forbid that yet another good Inspector gets demoted among those damn Enforcers. But, still, in the whole IT section, there wasn’t a single nerd that could get that night's logs. That's one funny thing, ain't it?

Woman, sometimes I wish your damn head wasn't that hard. I wish you didn't follow the Forensics to get a lift, so soon after the deed.

At least, you could have listened to Kogami. Shit, didn't you see how pale he was? You didn't even need the Dominator to read him, his stress level was mindblowing!

You should have believed him when he told you you didn't want to enter that alley. First off, it was already full of other detectives and analysts. I have no idea what kind of business you had to do in there. Second thing second, Kogami has an eye for certain matters. Do you think he didn't notice I’ve always been all over you? Not gonna lie, maybe I told him about you, once or twice.

But no, of course, you had to get in.

The software that taught you how to walk on those carbon stilts made you stand your ground and bark a "For fuck's sake, Shinya, move!" worthy of the Dobermann’s reputation. Even those who hadn't been called out made way.

But your new legs didn't hold you, when you saw what they had made of my corpse.

I'm sorry, Katsumi, I never wanted to upset you like that. 

You know how much I would have rather have a more heroic death. I don't know, like, in the middle of a shooting, saving the day. It would have been much classier, less tacky, less trash. I think I deserved it, that's all.

You stop typing and rub your temples. You shelter what’s left of your lipstick behind your hand. I wish I could kiss it off, instead of watching you consume it in a ruby red halo in the notch between your thumb and your index.

You lift your eyes only for Kogami, who’s passing by your office like a nurse in its night shift.

“So?” he asks in a whisper, putting more care in that question than I could have ever done. More than anybody could have ever done, because he’s the only one that gets you, right now. You two seem like the only ones who lost something.

You shake your head slowly, staring at the monitor and the dangerously high Crime Coefficient on the display.

“It's not working” you wail softly, misty-eyed. I can’t believe it, is it still you?

“They’re gonna kick me out anyway, if it doesn’t lower quickly” you continue, with that realism of yours. I used to call you a jinx for that but, at the end of the day, you always got our backs. “It’s for the best if I just resign. I’m gonna keep what's left of my dignity, at least.” 

The dark profile of my best friend looks through me, as he sits on the armchair next to mine. He would like to say something, a word of encouragement maybe, we all know it in this damn room, but numbers shut our mouths. 

“You could become an Enforcer” he proposes.

Goddammit, Shinya, did we work with the same person? Katsumi as an Enforcer?

And there you go, shaking your head. You hold your face in your hands and let your raven hair hide your visage. 

“Can you imagine me, following orders? I do know how to work, I can do it better than three-quarters of our colleagues and I’ve never had problems remarking it. They’d eat me alive if they had the chance. Dogs celebrate on the corpses of lions.”

“But lions remain lions and dogs stay dogs.” Kogami finishes, stealing my lines. 

I notice the slight trembling of your finger, as you tap your touchpad to send that last confirm.

In a few moments, the system will have your resignation registered. Your profile won’t unlock your Dominator anymore and in a few days time, just enough for you to collect your belongings, you won’t even manage to enter the office.

Who’s gonna explain to old Kasei that there's more of your stuff here than in your apartment?

I’d ask you what do you plan on doing with your life, but tonight’s decision seems definitely brave enough to call it a day.

I look at the tabs you open in your browser, they mirror in the windows behind you.

Air travel.

Argentina, Cuba, States, New Zealand, Germany, Kenya. You go around the world in 80 seconds flat, you multiply your chances and spread them all through the air in front of you, in a complex diagram that doesn’t lead anywhere.

I never wanted to take you away from your home, you don’t deserve this. 

You cover your eyes with a hand and use the other one to pick a random selection from your atlas.

Greece.

“Well, at least it’s on the sea.” you wrap up, condensing in a handful of words the only satisfaction you can find in starting a brand new life.

You two stare at the transparent screenshot of your flight, the countdown on the web page seems way too joyful.

“It’s so exciting, Katsumi Matou! Check-in your luggage. Your journey will begin in: 06 days: 17 hours: 34 minutes: 21 seconds”

20.

19.

18.

Seconds pass by, in complete silence.

“Do you think it would be a burden to him?” you ask Shinya, “Do you think he’d understand?”

Who would have guessed that a cynic one like yourself could believe in the afterlife? I wish I were here to ask you. I wish we could have spoken about life, death, sex, about things long gone and things yet to be.

His hand squeezes yours gently, as he looks at you in the eye, hoping to stop the train to Paranoidland from setting off.

“It’s not your fault” he reassures you as he can: the both of you wouldn’t make the average person’s empathy.

But he’s right, though, it really isn’t: I know you’ve done anything you could. It’s always been like that.

“Maybe I owe him” you draft “Even if they don’t believe in Makishima, maybe one day I could have proved he exists.”

The teal of your Psycho-Pass would suit you wonderfully, if it wasn’t a description of your mental health.

What could you possibly do in these conditions? You’d have ended up in a cubicle, filing loss and theft reports. You would have never made it to the dossiers, surely not to those of such a controversial case. Making you end up in a study room would have been my final bullshit. I’m happy with your choice, really. I would have loved visiting Europe someday.

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Kogami rebukes you, externalizing what I’ve been thinking all along: “I’m going to look out for your man: your team has already given way too much. I’m gonna find him, Matou, cold case or not.”

You nod, but it’s clear you don’t believe him. I can read through you, you’re a terrible liar.

I don’t think you don’t trust him, most likely you’ve done the math and figured that working on an independent case is far too difficult for an Inspector, let alone for an Enforcer.

And there it is, my fall. After an exhausting chase, you finally look into my eyes, even though -according to Shinya- you’re most likely staring at the void.

Despite being used to such races, believe me, I’ve missed you.

“I’m just so sorry.” you finally whisper, giving me a bitter smile. 

Try and stop me, Ginoza, tell me once again how inappropriate it is: I don’t mind anymore. I get up and I don’t hesitate while holding you and leaving a kiss on your hair, shamelessly.

“I’m going to grab some coffee” I announce, walking backwards to the door like a shrimp, just to look at my dearest friends a bit longer. “I’d get you one, but I’m short on coins. Maybe next time.”

“See you, Inspector.”, Kogami greets you, leaving alongside me.

“Be good.” you wave back, as we were all to meet again tomorrow.

Walking through the dark alley, I can hear an excerpt from our last conversation through the opaque glass of your office.

“You’re jerk, Sasayama!”

I can hear you laughing out loud, through the crackly recording. You laughed at my gall, with that warm, strong, sweet voice of yours, mocking me. Admit it: mine, after all, were the only compliments that could make you blush.

It’s incredible how we managed to joke even inside a car that was taking us on a crime scene. To an external eye, we might have looked disrespectful. Truth is I’ve always feared death so much I just had to laugh at the reaper.

“Oh, come on, what would it take? Come with me to the Precinct’s New Year’s dinner, the 17th is around the corner!” I kept annoying you, as you were too busy driving to mind my dumb flirt attempts. I still can’t get how we never had an accident. “Be good, Katsumi, give me a joy to live for!”

“You could always ask Shion, you know? You always give her more attention, after all.”

I hear the subtle sound of the wheels stopping, the parking brake cracking and it’s like Ogishima’s outskirts appear before my eyes, in that same January night. That place gave me goosebumps, but I would have hated if you understood it.

“Here we are” you announced, with still a bit of resentment in your voice. You unlocked the passenger’s door and I remember I left your Dominator in the car’s trunk: I didn’t want you to follow me. Not that time.

“You scare me when you pay so much attention” you commented, noticing how serious I got “will you tell me why are you insisting so much to keep on searching? Kogami got the guy. Tomorrow we go, we arrest him and it's thank you, next.”

My answer has been recorded as a distant and muffled noise, but I still can trace it: “He’s not the one, I tell you. I have another suspect, but I need a more solid base. And you’re staying, Inspector.”

“Staying?! You’ve gone crazy!” you laughed, locking the corporate sedan behind you “If something were to happen to you, or worse if you didn’t come back, Kasei would…”

“I said you’re staying: it’s dangerous.”

“Sasayama, our work is dangerous,” you replied, contemptuous, understanding that clearly among the gear I brought I didn’t count yours and going back to the car to get it “One more risk won’t make a difference: if I have to drop dead, it can either be here, at home or god knows where.”

“Will you join me for the precinct’s dinner, though?”

And here is a sequence that the voice recorder surely can’t have grasped, but that I could remember even in a thousand years. You cast an outraged glance over me from above the trunk’s door, panting through a half-smile. You shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. And finally, after refusing my invitations since 17th November, during lunch break, you smiled shrugging.

“Deal, come on, just make way” you sighed, as your heels echoed on the wet concrete “Still, you’re a jerk.”

“I recorded it: you have no excu-”

The audio file interrupts.

End of recording.

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[peantbutter-honeycombs]

Close to the Ground

Title: All In a Name

Word count: 4,204

Characters: Peter Parker, oc

Warnings: fluff? Platonic fic not romantic.

Notes: Sweet damn!!! This came out a lot longer than I intended for it to. Let me tell you. As I was writing I kept thinking of more ideas and the word count kept getting longer. I'll edit this when I have the time if I'm able, so forgive typos. There are so many typos. I'll change this when I've edited the story.

I came up with the idea years ago back when Civil War came out. But now I have time to headcanon and perfect it.

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The little girl stared at Peter and he in turn stared back the two looked at each other as if they were deer caught in the head lights. That both sat criss cross, across from the other on May's living room sofa. Every time Peter even tried to make a move the little girl would flinch, a cold chill creeping up her spine so Peter tried to remain motionless.

While he appeared cool on the outside, inside his thoughts were spiraling out of control. What do I do!? What do I do!? Where's aunt May? One of my first real "rescues" as Spider-Man and I come home with a kid!? In the grip of silent panic his right foot beat uncontrollably against the cushion. It seemed to be the only acceptable action, as it didn't send the pipsqueak into a tizzy.

He had been doing a routine sweep of neighboring area swing through the cityscape when a scream as good as a a banshee's rent the air. Nobody screamed like that unless they were in fear for their life. It came from a darkened alley, and like a true hero he'd taken off toward it ready to take on whatever threat lied ahead. He shocked to find the alley seemingly empty though after a careful look around just to be safe he had found her. Lonely, buried beneath bags of trash, she laid out.

Peter wasn't sure what he'd been thinking back then, forty minutes ago. Scratch that, he knew damn well. The city streets were no place for child, especially one so young. It was going to be dark soon and thunder had been in the forecast for later that evening. He'd used his best judgement.

He mentally scoffed, best judgment.

Now here he sat just him and what could be more than a two-year-old. Her icy blue eyes stared directly into his soul unsure yet whether to consider him friend or foe. Her clothes were of the spring variety a season that would becoming to an end in following few weeks. They seemed kind small for her, which was saying something, stained with dirt, garbage, and other thing Peter didn't care to name. Her hair was knotted and tangled giving it a troll rat nest appearance. If he had to guess, she was brunette.

The ringing for the apartments land line went of like a school bell. The two caught off guard both flinched at the sudden noise, the little girl letting out a high pitched yelp as she did. Second ring. Peter shared a look with toddler at the other end of the couch. He needed to answer the phone, but he didn't want to trigger a panic. Third ring. She whimpers bring her knees up into her chest. Fourth ring.

"I need to answer the phone," Peter said. His words were clear and concise, carefully spoken as to not spook her. "Please, I promise that's all I'm going to do." Her icy eyes softened, not by much but enough to convince him she would allow him to get up and move across the room.

He moved in at brisk walking pace very aware of the fact that with each step he was silently being judged. Once in the kitchen her scooped up the land line and spoke into it. "Parker residence. Hey this..." he listened for a moment.

"Hey, May... I'm- I'm fine. I could really use your help though... Can it wait?" He looked over to the child now staring out the window, from the couch, with wide eyed fascination at the rain outside. "It's kind of important... Oh I see... Uh-huh... Uh-huh... But still... Uh-huh. Okay... Later? Sure... Okay... No, no I got it... okay, see you then... I love you too...bye." He hung up the phone, placing it back on it charging stand.

With a sigh he ran his hands across his face. The child immediately turned her focus back to him eyes darting up and down to discern his current emotional state. He wouldn't cuss in front of her, at least not a loud. Inside his head he was Kenny McCormick.

He gave a feeble smile to the toddler when he noticed she was watching his every move, as if she were studying him. "What am I going to do with you?" he laughed somewhat dryly. She obviously didn't like that lowering her head so only her eye and above peeked out from behind the couch's back.

Indeed what would he do with her?

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It seemed there was nothing he could do to make her budge. She was't interested in his action figured, books, or legos— Probably a good thing she wasn't to keen on the legos kind of a choking hazard — she ignored his funny faces and attempts to make her laugh. She just stared on, gnawing on her fingers, curled up at one end of the couch. She had moved when Peter accidentally came too close to her but he wasn't about to do that again. It would be cruel to use her spacial fears against her.

"Okay I give up," Peter declared. "You can just sit there on the couch and do nothing." He was laid out across the rug surrounded by various items he'd pulled from his room in an effort to entertain the emotionless youngling.

At Peter declaration she raised a brow, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of her lips. As quickly as it came it went, Peter was none the wiser.

Grrbbrggfgrr

She hadn't meant to do that, Peter could tell by the light pink pink color flushing her cheeks. Her stomach rumbles again making her squirm in her seat.

Peter raced to the kitchen. He swung open the fridge, digging past the left over takeout none of which he figured she'd like, he found a box with leftover chicken nuggets from a meal he'd made himself a few days prior. He took out the remaining seven nuggets and quickly placed them in the microwave for 49 seconds before coming back to the living room.

He sat back down, set the plate out on the coffee table in front of the child and asked.

"Are you hungry?" A lick of the lips was all he got in response. She carefully eyed the plate, focus switching from,Peter to the tenders on a loop. "It's okay, the foods fine," he tried nudging the plate a bit closer to her. "It's chicken nuggets. Do you like chicken nuggets?" She curiously dropped her head to one side eyebrows drawing together as if to ask 'what are chicken nuggets?'

"There really good," Peter coaxed taking a piece for himself to demonstrate. "It's okay, they're not poisoned or anything." He took a bite and smiled.

Hesitantly she reached an arm out but was quick to realize her arms were to short. Cautiously, carefully she slid herself off the couch cushion, eye never leaving Peter. Feet firmly on the ground she let herself relax a little. She finally took one of the nuggets off the plate and sat her little bum on the rug. She sniffed the meat then just barely touched it to her small tongue.

She cooed, kicking her legging up and down, as she'd just been hut by a stoke of lightning. Her eye dilated losing there icy sheen as she devoured the chicken nuggets. Eyes shining with new found life she looked to Peter. Clicking her feet together she held out the plate, making series of inaudible noises.

Peter bit back a laugh, "do you want some more." There was bag in the freezer, they would actually require more than a microwave to bake. But she was happy, maybe more would make her smile.

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Peter couldn't help but feel proud of himself. Making more chicken nuggets had clearly been the right decision. She chattered and observed everything with a newfound curiosity. He still hadn't seen her smile but that didn't bother him too much.

He sat on the couch watching her wander around the apartment reaching for and looking at everything. Every now and again she'd find something so interesting to her that she'd pick it up and bring it over to show Peter. She chatter and babble nonsensically then leave at his feet and amble of to continue exploring.

Peter was keeping a list in his head of where she was finding everything so he could later put them back. So far she'd gifted him nine items; an electronic candle, the tv remote, one fuzzy sock, his Mathematics of Astronomy textbook, a spare set of keys, a decorative flower, an orange, a quarter and two nickels, and his Wicket the Ewok action figure.

There was pull from under him. He looked over the back of the couch to see the little girl tugging atone end of the throw blanket, the other end firmly lodged underneath him. "Whatcha doin'?" She briefly stared at him, then continued to tug at the soft blanket.

"I don't think I can keep pretending you don't have a name." He said suddenly, lifting himself off his end of the throw blanket.

With no one else home it was easy to ignore the fact that he didn't know her name but it was starting to feel rude. She knew his name, he just thought she couldn't yet say it. Either out of shyness or verbal development.

"Do you have a name?" He asked. She blinked a few times before draping the blanket over her head. "Can you tell me what it is?" He tried. From beneath the blanket she chattered and honked at Peter stomping her feet against the floor.

"Really?" Peter smiled, pretending he knew just what she'd said. "Well, how about I give you a nickname?" she babbled some more craning her head to one side. "Okay cool," he pulled out his phone and brought up a cite for nickname recommendations. "Let's see... cutie? You are pretty cute," Peter teased. He couldn't see her face but he heard her blow a raspberry. "So that's a no... monkey?" she was curious. Another raspberry. "Bee?" This time she shook her head, her interest fading.

Blanket still over her head she traveled around the room like a ghost. A cute ghost. An unnerving tingle ran up Peter's spine making the hairs on his skin stand on end. He immediately looked to the toddler. "Ooah," she squeaked. She hadn't gotten far before bumping into one of the apartment's ceiling support beams. His eyes flew wide and his muscles went all rigid.

He surprised himself, he was at her side in seconds, still maintaining an arms length distance. Her arm length not. "Hey, hey are you okay?" He softly cooed, cautiously lifting the blanket off her head. He looked her over, as best he could from where he was, for any bruises or marks. She nodded.

"Yep? You're okay?" She continued to nod making clicking noises with her tongue. There was this twinge feeling in Peter that just wasn't convinced. Not a spidey-sense feeling just a fEeLiNg.

She affirmatively nods, struggling to stand up in the blanket tangle she'd created. Peter couldn't help but laugh softly watching her struggle to stand. She reminded him of the videos of newborn calves standing for the first time. She sneezed tripping backwards back down on her bum.

His muscles went stiff, he had to stop himself from touching her. "Hey, be careful. Clumsy." He laughed dryly. "You alright?" She turned her head to him, wiping the snot dribbling down her nose away with her sleeve and nodded.

Peter crinkled his nose in disgust, he was compiled by sheer grossed outness to peel her arm away by the sleeve. She flinched at the sudden contact, her face washed blank with confusion. Then she remembered, and her muscles relaxed.

"Let's use a Kleenex," Peter suggested bringing her arm away from her boogered nose. Her clothes were already coated in a thin layer of grime. "Maybe... take a bath?" He added. She was in desperate need of one, he was getting used to it but she reeked. And he was curious to know what she looked like without the filth layer.

That being said, this was the first time he'd been allowed to contact her in anyway since he'd brought her home and she still seemed agitated. So bath would be hers and his summit.

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"Okay look it's just a little water."

He managed to coax her into the bathroom and fill up the tub before she'd put two and two together. She stood back against the one door and shook her head. He'd been at this for fifteen minutes, though her trust in him had grown she refused to enter the bath. Peter wasn't about to make her that'd just undo her confidence in him.

"Hold on I'll show you." Peter dunked his head into the mildly warm water. Her nervous became frazzled jumping all together in a frazzled panic. Heart rate spiking, she speeds across the room to the edge of the tub. It wasn't long before Peter brought his head back up, he'd only been under for a couple of seconds. His hair lies plaster about his forehead beads of water dripping down from the tips. "See? Perfectly fine?"

Looking to her his smile fell. Gripping tightly the edge of the tub, her eyes held a sweet amount of concern. Lower lip drawn back in her, eyes brimmed with watery tear threading to fall. Guilt hit him like a fright train. "I'm sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He apologized. She shakily sniffled, gnawing on her middle, index, and ring fingers as she sat her bum on the tile. She needed to calm her nerves.

So bath was a no go. Something about the water unnerved her.

"How about a shower?" He offered. Sure the toddler was small but she wouldn't fit in any of the sinks for a baby style bath. It was after all a small apartment. So a shower seemed like the next option. Peter pulled the the drain stopper out, to let the water run down.

Her blues curiously watched the water drain until the base of the tub was bare. "I promise a shower isn't bad." She looked at him, monitoring his movements as he stood and took off the handheld shower head. "Promise, promise," he joked sending a reassuring smile her way.

He turned the nob over the water nozzle, activating the hot water. "It's just like a rain...shower." He explained spraying the shower head toward the bath's back wall.

Eyebrows arching toward the sky, her eyes widened. She chirped and squeaked pointing — with the hand not in her mouth — toward the watery spray.

"See?" He held his hand out in front of the gentle spray. She moved close to him, so close her shoulder brushed against his. She held out her own hand, the warm droplets tickled her skin.

"There you go," Peter beamed. She babbled about, looking between him and the spray, her senseless words ran into one another. Peter reached over her head and took out rubber duck from the shower caddy. "Ducky will even be your shower buddy." It hadn't had purpose until then, previously nothing more than a decoration.

"Quack-quack quack," he teased tickle the duck against her side. She hummed, crumpling up. Her mouth formed what wasn't quite a smile but also not a frown. She poked at the rubber duck, attempting to mimic Peter's quacking. Peter laughed, she sounded like a chick.

"Ducky?" He tried.

She crinkled her nose making a stank face. Another raspberry.

He chuckled softly, she really is cute

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Peter couldn't believe it. Under all that dirt and grime the toddler was actually quite adorable. She was cute before but now that she was cleaned up she had this new glow to her. The toddler was Celtic looking, fair skin, sharp eyes, spotty dotty freckles that shifted with her cheeks and beautiful strawberry blonde locks.

"And blue," Peter called out.

The two were back in the living room. They spent the better half of an hour sorting Peter's stuff by color, something he thought she wouldn't be interested in but took to quite naturally. They'd run out of stuff from Peter's pile on the floor to sort twenty minutes ago. He wasn't quite sure how it started but now all he had to do was call out a color and she'd toddle off to find a match, then return so he could add it to the corresponding color pile.

No completely clean she'd certainly perked up even more so then before. She wore a pink black-squared tank hooded capri romper, hair still damp it fell loosely on to her shoulders.

Prepping for her a shower he'd discovered she wore pull-ups. Shouldn't have surprised him. This however made him realize there weren't any clothes suited for her in the apartment. Luckily one of the neighbors a floor below had a child close to her assumed age. The mother was confused as to why he needed some of her child's old clothes and pull-ups. Peter had just said he was babysitting and the child didn't bring an extra pair of clothes. Which wasn't a total lie.

The patter of little feet filled the room as the toddler waddled over to Peter from where ever she had been. She held out a blue sandal, not a pair sandals, just the one. "Is there another shoe," Peter asked raining a single brow. She drew in her lip, rocking back and forth on the soles of her feet, and nodded hesitantly.

"Can you go get it for the blue pile?"

She rolled her eyes but nonetheless complied, scuffling off to retrieve the other sandal. She was really enjoyable to be around, a bit of goof ball.

It wasn't long before she came barreling in sandal in hand, a blue metallic 1966 model Chevrolet chevelle clamped between her teeth.

"Hey what did I say?" Peter asked adopting a stern tone. She blinked a few times before remembering. She widened her mouth allowing the car to drop to the floor. "Little gum monster."

This earned him a raspberry.

Peter was certain she was still teething. If she wasn't gnawing/gumming on her own fingers she was gumming on some object. She'd gnawed on the rubber duck, a spatula head, four of the gifts she'd given Peter and now a metal model car. He'd have to get her a teething ring.

Peter shook his head mentally hitting himself. She's not staying.

Peter had to found himself forgetting that fact a couple times in the past two hours.

"Okay go find..." he wanted to challenge her this time. "Yellow." She chirped and squeaked before toddling off. She was a little scout, obtaining articles and returning them to Peter.

This time it too, her bit longer to find something of a yellow color. The duck had already been used so she need to find something else. She found herself in what could only be Peter's room. She sifted and searched, eyes on the lookout for some yellow.

Bingo

He heard it... again. The litter patter of little feet approaching. Heart swelled as he saw her round the corner of the couch, proudly clutching a mustard yellow cloth. "You found yellow," he commended holding a hand out for her to give him the cloth. Peter couldn't help but laugh as he spread out what was actually his mustard yellow tee with the words 'Bacteria. The only culture some people have' printed on in bold black lettering.

The little girl tried mimicking his laughter, but sounded more like a dolphin or chipmunk. This only made Peter laugh more.

"Thanks Gummy."

The name just slipped out. Her eyes sparkled like freshly fallen snow. He could tell by her body language and lack of raspberry that she at the very least didn't hate the name. In fact Her babbling happily like spring brook suggested she liked the name.

"Gummy," he repeated.

There was something about the nickname that just... suited her.

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When this kid, Gummy at as Peter now called her, got her energy she made the most of it. He never wanted to hear the Hokey-Pokey or the Baby Shark songs again. His muscles were tight from the childish motions. Simon says had been much more his speed for the night, at least until it was Gummy's turn be Simon. Hide-and-Seek nearly gave him a panic attack.

He could no longer deny the fact that he cared about her. Her bright eyes, bubbly chirps, and button nose. Her in all her quirkinesses.

"Okay Gummy, behold one of the greatest movies ever!..." He exclaimed holding up a colorful dvd box. Gummy did her cute curious head tilt, crinkling up her nose. "That we own." Peter murmured somewhat sourly.

Peter had the room set up for comfy movie watching. She'd burned out after four rounds of hide-and-seeks, showing clear signs of tiredness. Now she sat tired-eyed rather sluggishly on the couch. Peter himself was sort of tired too, she'd drain a lot of his energy. A movie seemed like the perfect way to wind down. He wasn't sure how long she'd last, her eyes already glazing over, but he'd enjoy himself even when she inevitably fell asleep.

Gummy reached for the box making grabby hands. Peter took out the dvd and handed it's case to the two-year-old. "It doesn't go in your mouth." He emphasized before turning his back on her. She tried to play with the thin plastic case but quickly discovered the only thing interesting about it was the sound it made when she opened and shut it.

"My Neighbor Totoro. It has animals I really think you'll like." After getting the dvd ready, he sat beside her, letting his body sink into the cushions.

They sat, brains off, engrossed. Peter would peel his eyes away every few minutes to check if Gummy was still awake. Though the television blared her eyes were half closed and her fingers were back in her mouth. She'd yawn, little tongue curling as she did. Her eyes lit up when the first Ghibli creature appeared on screen but there was still a tiredness behind them.

She'd be out like a light soon. Peter returned his focus to the movie.

Some time passed and he suddenly felt a weight increase against his side. He looked down and his eyes immediately softened. Gummy had curled against him. He gave her a side hug and brushed her wispy bangs back. She hugged her little arms around his, nuzzling her face against it, the softest smile gracing her lips.

Peter's heart melted. She's not staying. She's not staying.

He watched her chest rise and fall. The two's combined body heats, tethered with the bump-bump-buh beat of Peter's heart sent the sweet girl off to dreamland. Her fingers unconsciously curled into the fabric of his top, not clasping it tightly, but just enough to reassure her, he wasn't going anywhere. Peter using his other arm brought her onto his lap, protectively holding her against himself.

She's not going anywhere.

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EXT. Ending

The apartment was dark. The only sources of light came from the one lamp still lit down the hall, and the frequent passing of street cars. Their lights shining through the apartment windows. There was shuffling of feet out in the hall, a muttering of a curse, a jangle of key, and finally a satisfying click. The door swung open. In the door way, the silhouette of a woman shaking the rain off her umbrella.

"Peter?" She whispered quietly entering in. Just barely making out some movement on the couch she shook her head. Her nephew most have fallen asleep on the couch again. "Peter," she called out. At the second call of his name Peter awoke, his hold around the still sleeping baby in his arms tightening.

"Hey Pete sorry I had to work late." May apologized tussling her nephew's hair. "A coworker had leave suddenly, his wife went into labor. And it was my turn to cover." She headed to the kitchen.

Peter pushed a hand through his hair fixing the tussled up areas. "Yeah it's fine May," He assured looking back at her from over his shoulder. "Something huge happened after school." He began.

He didn't get a chance to finish as his aunt held up the dirty pair of clothes Gummy had been wearing earlier. Their apartment didn't have a washing machine so he'd simply discarded them in the sink until they could be washed. "Peter who's clothes are these? Who's Emilia?"

"Emilia?”

May held up the shirt tag. While he was seated too far to see what was written, he had to guess it was the word 'Emilia'.

Peter bit the inside of his cheek, mentally kicking himself. Her name was on her shirt tag! As the full realization, sank in, he threw his head back. From the pit of his stomach, came all his emotion, and a loud groan passed through his lips.

"Damn it."

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Hey that's my water! ~ Shy!Jungkook x reader

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff?? A bit of angst mAYBe like 0.002%, attempted humour but like, IDK how to make things funny ok don't attack me

Summary: Jungkook finished all your water while kinda confessing and you just ask him to give you time to get to know him. (and you're hoping that he doesn't change his mind)

{Note: This is my first imagine on Tumblr and I'd really appreciate any feedback and comments and notes. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it!!}

{p.s guess where the picture is from!}

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Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. Don-

You peek at the confused boy to your right who sighs for the umpteenth time in the past hour.

Focus y/n focus . It's your finals.

You look back down to your half finished paper and start writing again, but not before taking yet another sneek peek at him.

You know, seeing such behavior of yours, one would think that you're crushing on this cute boy, Jungkook.

Well, it's not fuLLY wrong, I mean, he's kinda cute,ok. But its not quite true either.

Well its just, its hard to resist such a baby face and honey-sweet charms, okay?? And the fact that you're a hoe for shy boys isn't helping at all

I'd say you're giving exams a run for their money when it comes to being avoided by Jungkook.

I mean the guy hasn't held eye contact with you ever for more than half a second!

That day when you bumped into each other? Nopity. One second he was there with books sprawled across the floor and the next second he wasn't. He didn't even look at you!

Then there was that time when the only seat available was next to you and the rest were near his "fangirls". Its fair to say he shared his meal with squirrels that day.

And then there was that day when the teacher had asked you to explain something to him since she was in a hurry and you were the only one left in class. That was probably the only time he directly talked to you.

By "talk" , I mean the low "yes" when you asked whether he had understood or not. That's it.

Those were the only times when you interacted. In the past year.

And that last time was like 4-5 months ago.

Weird, considering the fact that you share a good number of classes with him. Well maybe he's just too shy, don't stress over it you dumbass.

You put your pen down and stretch out. One gets stiff after sitting in the same position for so long you know.

15 minutes are still left on the clock.

Jungkook still seems to be writing.

Your eyes linger on his face for longer than you'd like to admit.

Ok but like

Damn

he has a sharp jawline.

Slice my throat with that jaw please

But still those chubby soft looking cheeks? Howww?? Then there are those doe eyes that hold the soft chocolate brown orbs.

Oh how you'd love to stare at them for hours on end. And tangle your fingers in the soft brown locks that are hiding his forehead. Your eyes wander down to the sweet brown pools of caramel that I mentioned a moment ago and you can't seem to avert your eyes from his.

.

.

wait.

.

He's looking at you.

.

Y/N HE'S LOOKING AT YOU

You instantly turn back around and stare your paper with such intensity that if looks could burn, the flimsy piece of paper would've been long gone by now.

Well that's an amazing way to initiate contact. Great job!

Since that creepy eye contact, you didn't even dare look at his general direction

Unknown to you, he was smiling since he caught you staring at him with a hint of a dreamy smile.

He thought you looked cute with blood rushing to your cheeks.

He should try to make you flustered more often. Actually he should've tried a lot of things.

But him being a wimp is getting in his way of even looking at you nicely.

After revising your paper, you hand it in and head out.

Anyways

yeET FINALS ARE OVERRR

Walking to the entrance, you make a list of all the delicious food you're gonna eat and get fat now while binge watching all the dramas that had to be kept on hold due to exam season TT

BUT FINALLY ITS OVER SNSMMDMD

YEEEHEE

The sun suddenly seemed brighter and the sky seemed bluer.

you put in your earphones and settled on a favorite after much thought.

Ah life is sweet

And then it isn't

As you neared the entrance, a group of boys caught your eye. What surprised you more than them staring at you was the fact that Jungkook was one of them.

They immediately went back to talking amongst themselves.

Huh

Anyyyywaaaayyysss its time to PARTAYYY

So there you were, minding your own business, skipping along the song and mouthing the words.

You know, beautiful life.

But this peace didn't last long when your tranquil venture was interrupted by heavy and fast footsteps behind you.

Oh shit what if its a kidnapper. Oh shit oh shit oh shit

Instinctively, you looked behind.

Jungkook

Oh wait it's Jungkook. Hah not a kidnapper.

Oh wait

its JUNGKOOK

What if he's here to talk about the weird eye contact.

OhMY GOD OH MY GOD OY MY GOD OH MY GOD OHMY-

He stopped right in front of you and you swore your heart would leap out and break dance in front of you any moment now.

He glanced behind him at a black van.

Oh wait maybe he IS here to kidnap me.

Good as long as the weird eye contact isn't brought up.

He looks back at you and you're like ????

He says hey

You say hi

And then you're just standing there.

He again looks back at that kidnapping van and this time some of those boys from earlier stick their heads out and give him a thumbs up and you're again like ????

"So ummm.. hehe.." Jungkook looks away from you and your hoe-for-shy-boys side is just really to jUMp out of your skin and on him

"hey you tryna kidnap me or something" you smile, trying to ease his extrEMely visible tension thats being emitted from him in squiggly Iines like those in cartoons and stuff

but you're like honestly confused???when he keeps opening his mouth and closing it like a fish trying to breath in air

and as cruel as it sounds but you haTE it when someone interrupts your music sessions and its not an exception this time either,

even though the reason of interruption is extremely pretty and you're entertained just by looking at him

"...heyyy??"

"oh um... well..its just.."

"You know what nevermind Jungkook. I'll do the rest"

you look to your right and

its one of those boys

and boYY HE'S just as pretty as Jungkook if not more and you'd think you're drooling but actually you're quite a composed lady so you just normally very un-creepily look at him.

Composed lady my as-

"Hi I'm Namjoon. I'm Jungkook's friend. And I'm just here to-"

"Hi iM YOUR HOPE YOU'RE MY HOPE IM J HOPEEE"

"Hobi cAlm down you're not calling yourself that"

"hiii excujje meee I'm Jimin nice to meet you y/n"

"jimin calm down and get insi- TAE DON'T PUSH JIMIN LIKE THAT"

"GoddAMnit I'm being sqUISHED you guys let me breath-"

"ah sorry hyung but its y/nnnnnn"

"thats not an excuse to FRIGGIN KILL ME Jimin!"

"i said I'm sorry hyung but come out meet y/n"

"wait but let me breaTHsjnxxn hoBIII"

"GUYS CALM THE HECK DOWN YOU'RE SCARING HER" namjoon yelled.

wow

Ok

"umm we're really sorry. Please gimme a sec" and then he was like guys get the frick in or I'll personally kick your asses to the moon and it was supposed to be a whisper but you heard it lolol

So you're standing there like.. ok hi nice to meet you all Im y/n and wait how exactly do you know my name again???

"Jungkook talks so muc-"

"aaAAAHHHA BBBBSHHH ye ye i told them about you haha ye ye that's why they know" and he's like furiously sweating and stuttering and you're like waah ok ok calm down I don't want you having a heart attack or something good god

"Anyways, hi I'm Namjoon and I'm a friend of Kookie here" he smiles and OH THOSE GOOD FREAKING DIMPLES SOMEONE DROWN ME IN THEM

"kindly ignore these savages here" and you find that really funny so you're like "lolol that's fine XD XD haha" and smiling and all

The rest of them introduce themselves and by the end, your name just sounds unreal because of all the "hey I'm y/n"s and did i mention each of them is like.. a freaking living masterpiece?? and like so so sweet, except the Yoongi guy, he's a bit quite but you can't judge because you're like that most of the times too but you're an amazing person and so might be he .

then you ask them why they are here

"so actually, we're here because," he looks at Jungkook, "Jungkook is a coward."

"huh???"

"well you seem like a sweet girl and we decided we'd get Jungkook to ask you to hangout but he is of course a coward and thats why I had to pipe in to save him because Jungkook really likes you a lot an-"

"AAAAAAAAABABABA BALAKLAVA CHOCOLATE CAKE BANANA MILK yes hyung I'll handle this you leave" and he's just pushing all of them back in the van like a sack of potatoes despite their protests and then they just...take off??

What the-?

"ehh??"

"um..ijustwannaaskifyouwannahangoutsometimemaybeifyouwant" his eyes are closed and nose is crinkled and you just wanna SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH HIS GHADDAMNED FACE

"uh what?"

"i..i just wanna..askifyouwannahangoutsometime"

"umm?? Sorry could you please speak a tad slower??"

and he seems like he's suffocated now, like his ears are just red and sweating even more and honestly he's worrying you now

"dude you okay?? You seem really red. Here have some water" Dude. Yes. You're cool unlike those fanfic girlies with their blushing and stuttering. You're a complete badass actua-

He takes the bottle from your hand and gulps everything down and you're just like hey thats my water! but you gave it to him to drink so you can't really say anything

and okay he really seems like a fish who just got dropped in a bowl of water after being on land for 3 days

yea wait that won't work he'd die so like

he really seems like a fish who got dropped in water after being on land for like 3 minutes

So ok he seems human now

"yes you were saying?"

"Uh...do you..um.. would you wanna hangout sometime? If you're free that is.. only if you want to though" and he's like blushing a little and just so cute and you just nsndnfnfkwk

But you're also like OoO

"i-i mean d-dont worry its not like a date or anything i mean if you want it can be a date but i don't think you want that so like its just normal two people hanging out and its just like I really like you you're really cute and i just wanna hangout and just-" he takes a deep breath

"uhh.." you look down.

He just kinda confessed to you so you're kinda ?!?!?!?! right now but you also don't like dating and stuff because? Why would you waste your time on someone when in the end you're gonna just get your heart broken and like, yea that might not happen but you'd just rather sleep

But like, this weird voice at the back of your head says that you should go for it even though you're breaking your rules but like rules are made to be broken you know but you're also scared but you really don't wanna say no to him cos

well you kinda maybe a little bit like him ok?

"uumm.." your brain still can't form coherent sentences

"it's ok. Don't worry." He says and you look up and he has this sad expression and you're like NXNFFDND DON'T BE SAD PLEASE HEAR ME OUT but of course you say that in a more composed way

Ms. Composed lady

"no Jungkook that's not what i mean um.. actually.." so you explain how you think its a waste of time and stuff and you also explain that you really really really wanna get to know him more

"so..can you give me some time? Please?? So at least I can have you as a friend if you don't like me anymore later??" and he seems to be thinking and you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind

"I'll take you for ice-cream!!" and that seems to convince him

"and banana milk too??"

"sure"

And the sweetest little smile dawns on his lips and he's just nodding his head and you're just UwU

"but you finished all my water though."

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