#but then the squish factor would suffer

[w3bgrl]

predebut history

synopsis: an in depth look at kang juyeon’s life prior to debut, including both information known by the public and unknown by the public.

a/n: bold is public information!

kang juyeon was born may sixteenth nineteen ninety nine in daegu to her parents, sangjun (b. 1963) and miyoung (b.1965), and her older sister minju (b.1993). her father worked as an english teacher at a high school in daegu and her mother took care of the girls until he got home before leaving to clean businesses after closing. growing up her family was always very affectionate and close, often spending time going on trips and sleeping all squished together in bed. to this day, juyeon cites her positive upbringing as her source of strength in life.

unbeknownst to the general public, grief struck her family early into her life concerning her older sister, who was 10 at the time. on november fourth, 2003, kang minju passed away after suffering an accidental drowning while at a friends house. this period of her family’s life was very difficult and lead to her parents exhibiting overly-protective tendencies, a likely factor in juyeon’s fear of water and anxiety around new people.

a few years after this incident juyeon’s parents decided to begin enrolling her in a sport, which happened to be dancing - per her choosing. she attended a hip hop academy that was only a short ride from her house and joined their “junior crew” for dancers aged 6-10. even though she had no prior experience with dancing other than with her family and friends, juyeon quickly fell in love with her newfound hobby and attended every practice and performance diligently. only a few months after starting to dance she found an interest in music and singing, deciding to join her school’s band and later choir teams.

in january of 2010, only a few days after new years, her father was called by choi sutae, president of songwon university in gwangju. he was offered a job as a professor in a few different english courses and quickly accepted this opportunity. the kangs were relocated by the end of march and though juyeon was sad to leave her friends behind in daegu, her mom did prior research to find her a suitable new dance academy. in hindsight, this may have been one of the best decisions for juyeon. her new academy offered her expertise, hip hop, as well as other styles she hadn’t been able to explore before such as jazz, ballet, and contemporary.

after settling into her new environment, juyeon fully dedicated herself to her after-school practices and weekend performances. she tried every style offered and often went home going over the choreography again. her efforts were noticed by the teachers in her classes and juyeon was able to make her way to the center position, where her priorities changed from simply learning the choreography well to perfecting her presence on stage. after diving so far into her passion for dancing, juyeon then began thinking about making her own dances, which led her to thinking about making her own music.

juyeon’s first ever song was created on the laptop she had received for christmas in 2011, and it had been completed with a choreography by mid-january of 2012. although she never posted her very first song on soundcloud like she would later into her musical journey, juyeon described it as very beat heavy and less focused on lyrics. she spent many sleepless nights on this project and especially fatigued her body after already attending her dance classes. for the next few years after this initial song her inspiration for music shifted from choreography focused to actual music focused. she started out building a beat from nothing to something, leading to a lot of her songs sounding pretty similar, but her real artistry started once she found out what samples were.

after finding samples from around the internet, juyeon was able to not only work the rest of a song around it, but it was also a good way for her to find examples of what she could recreate in her own way.

at this same time, due to her dad being a college-level english professor with his expertise in english-speaking cultures, juyeon’s proficiency in the language was held at a high standard. and although she sometimes struggled with this expectation it eventually lead her to the opportunity to exchange to america for a semester.

from september to mid december 2013 juyeon lived with a host family in eugene, oregon, where a lot of international students attended the university of oregon. her host family was also korean and had a daughter the same age named mina who was considered a best friend by the time she had to return to korea. juyeon went by billie during her time in america, leading to her eventual stage name. this time was certainly hard for juyeon; she missed her family and friends, she wasn’t attending any dance classes, and every day was an overwhelming culture shock after another. however, juyeon looks back on this time fondly. she made some good friends that she still talks to and cites this experience as a big growing point for her as a person. alongside the english language, juyeon learned a lot about the american culture, history, and people. it really changed her perspective on the world and opened her mind to greater possibilities.

after returning to korea for christmas and new years, juyeon finished her second year of middle school and began her last. as a celebration for juyeon’s hard work in america and graduating her second year, she and her family took a short trip to seoul and spent most of their time wandering around and finding shops and restaurants to stop at. during one of these days out with her parents, juyeon was approached by a jyp staff member and offered the opportunity for an audition. she was given a card and told to call if she was interested.

juyeon’s parents were a little iffy about the idea at first. their image of idols was not as admirable as their daughters, who had been a fan of quite a few artists over the past few years such as; wonder girls, f(x), 4minute, shinee, and exo. however, juyeon was certain she could convince them. during her process convincing her parents juyeon revealed the music she had been working on which happened to be the straw that broke the camels back. her parents saw her interest as well her potential and finally gave in late april, stating that as long as she kept studying english diligently and didn’t let her grades drop, she could join as a trainee on her 15th birthday. obviously, juyeon did exactly as told and joined may sixteenth, 2014.

in june 2014 juyeon met the first member of the now permanent group stray kids. after a dance class juyeon was getting her stuff together when an older boy came up to her and complimented her dancing. juyeon, who had been shy all her life, was still new to jyp and very embarrassed by this sudden recognition. however, to compensate for her awkward nature, she was extremely friendly to this stranger and ended up going to the cafeteria with him for dinner (which ended up being a great decision). during this dinner, juyeon learned that bang chan joined in 2010 from australia. their numbers were exchanged, and after furthering their friendship, they began making music side by side, offering constructive criticism and suggestions for each others productions. chan and juyeon’s friendship was the foundation for what came after - 3racha and subsequently stray kids. this is also the reason why her place in their group meant so much, as netizens at the time of the survival show didn’t understand why she needed to be in the group.

the group, formed by chan with help from juyeon, was completed just a few months prior to filming the survival show. although this process was in no way official, it made it easier for chan to take his ideal debut team to evaluations, which they passed. however, their excitement was short-lived as now they had to prove their worth directly to jyp. while on the show, juyeon faced a lot of stress in order to be competent enough to debut within their hand-made group. jyp stated that her opportunity to debut in the ‘boy group’ depended on her ability to not only meet his expectations but exceed them. she couldn’t just be as good as their best member, she needed to be better. the majority of these days were spent working constantly in fear of not meeting the standards, and the blood sweat and tears she put into debuting was recognized by jyp at the end of the show. juyeon, as well as all of the other members, were granted their debut and finally, on march 25th, 2018, stray kids debuted as a 10 member group with district nine.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids 9th member #stray kids #stray kids oc #skz oc #♡ billie #kpop added member #kpop oc #kpop addition

[pixelwisp]

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that some higher power thrived off of watching him suffer. As if the last few months weren’t taxing enough - getting ordained, dealing with groomzilla Oikawa, dealing with other groomzilla Iwaizumi, and taking on a co-op role of Iwa’s best man with Makki, who, by all accounts, should never be allowed to plan anything by himself - he now had to share a room with you; his best friend, Oikawa’s person of honor, and someone he’s been horrendously in love with for so long he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be in love with you.

When he first found out the news, he thought ‘this is fine, we can handle this. It’s just a room’, but the back of his mind was scrambling to figure out what he possibly could have done that would have pissed the gods enough for them to punish him like this (he could only recall that one time during New Years, when he picked his nose and wiped it on the shrine; but he was six, and Makki had dared him, so surely they had forgiven him for that?). He was too stuck in his head to notice the lilt in Oikawa’s voice as he explained that ‘We’re just trying to save some money, and Makki is already rooming with so-and-so, so you understand, right Mattsun?’, nor the mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed him the two hotel room keys, along with an order to not show up late to the ceremony, to which Mattsun only barely nodded to.

One night. One room. It’ll be fine, he thinks.

His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he saw the singular mattress in the middle of the hotel room. He briefly wondered if Oikawa was the aforementioned higher power. Does he know about the booger? 

Mattsun almost wanted to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, because of course. Of course Oikawa would use his own wedding to try to get Mattsun to confess for the millionth time. Of course Oikawa would make it as uncomfortable as possible for him in the process. Of course Makki would be in on it; Iwaizumi too, probably (although begrudgingly so). Of course he was, once again, at the mercy of his shitty friends, forced to suffer through another awful set up that’s destined to go horribly wrong. 

He knew whoever was “upstairs” was laughing at him. They were laughing at his suffering and honestly? He wouldn’t be surprised if Oikawa did turn out to be some sort of demigod, who’s only mission was to make Mattsun wish the next funeral he’d have to plan was his own.

After a rush to the bathroom, a splash of cold water, and a less-than-peppy “pep” talk in the mirror, Mattsun decided that he could do this. He can totally sleep next to you for one night. He’ll face away from you, or lay over the blankets, or even sleep on the floor - whatever will help minimize contact between you two. He’ll hash out the details later. The important thing is, he can do this.

He could not do this.

He didn’t plan for you to look as good as you did tonight. He didn’t think to consider that you would practically beg him to dance, feeling you pressed up against his chest as you giggled breathlessly into his ear. He didn’t factor in the possibility that you would forget to pack pajamas, which meant you ended up in one of his shirts. He didn’t take into account how good you always smelled, and how it would envelope him as you laid next to him, soft breaths hitting his shoulder as he stared at the ceiling.

Mattsun played with his fingers as he tried his best to force sleep to overtake him, but all the little things had been building up throughout the day, and he was just so tired, and so hopelessly in love, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He shifted; turned toward you. He took a moment to appreciate the moonlit path that shimmered across your cheekbone, the way your other cheek squished against the pillow, the hands that balled together against your chest. He saw your nose scrunch a little at something - probably his breath - and the final thread of hesitation gave away.

“Hey. Are you awake?” His voice was soft, a whisper, in case you were actually sleeping.

Your nose scrunched again.

“No,” you whispered back, and you smiled and opened your eyes to look at him. His breath caught in his throat, but he somehow managed a smile back.

“Funny.”

“I’m here all week.”

“Y/n,” he started. He swallowed. “Are we friends?”

You furrowed your brows, and nodded slowly.

He exhaled. Reached a hand to touch your cheek. His fingertips danced over your skin - his touch light as a feather, like you were the most delicate thing in the world.

“Just friends?”

You looked at him for what felt like an eternity, your face unreadable. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, and every second you didn’t answer him had him falling deeper into a new kind of pain he had never experienced before.

You shook your head.

He felt the hope spread throughout his chest as he sucked in a breath. His touch deepened, ever so slightly.

“More?” He whispered. You reached up to cup the hand on your cheek, turning your head to place a soft kiss into his palm.

“More,” you affirmed.

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that he owed an apology to whatever higher power he had been cursing the last few months. Maybe Oikawa wasn’t a demigod - or maybe he was, but he was helpful, rather than spiteful - and maybe whoever was hanging out upstairs dealing with him had been as frustrated with him as he had been with himself.

As his fingers trailed up your thigh and you whispered affirmations of love into his very soul, he realized, begrudgingly, that he would have to thank Oikawa tomorrow, but when he smiled against your lips for the first time, he decided that he'd gladly thank a smug Oikawa a thousand times over if it meant he finally got to have you.

yet another repost from my old archive so I look semi productive. Minor edits but this one was always a fav so barely any edits tbh lol. enjoy the simple cute fluff fic and don't forget to check out our new network - shibuya station!

#matsukawa x reader #matsukawa #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa fluff #mattsun x reader #mattsun fluff #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq ficlets #✧ — noe’s works

[pixelwisp-archive]

oooo sharing a bed with matsukawa?? i love that man but anyone honestly this trope is too good ajdhdjjd

hi ori ily 🖤🖤

hiii Amaya ily <333 I've had this idea in my head forever so this was literally perfect ;-;

wc: just under 1k

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that some higher power thrived off of watching him suffer. As if the last few months weren’t taxing enough - The entire process of getting ordained, dealing with groomzilla Oikawa, dealing with other groomzilla Iwaizumi, and taking on a co op role of Iwa’s Best Man with Makki, who, by all accounts, should never be allowed to plan anything by himself - he now had to share a room with you; his best friend, Oikawa’s person of honor, and someone he’s been disgustingly in love with for so long he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be in love with you.

When he first found out the news, he thought ‘this is fine, we can handle this. It’s just a room’, but the back of his mind was frantically trying to figure out what he possibly could have done that would have pissed the gods enough for them to punish him like this (he could only recall that one time during New Years, when he picked his nose and wiped it on the shrine; but he was six, and Makki had dared him, so surely they had forgiven him for that?). He was too stuck in his head to notice the lilt in Oikawa’s voice as he explained that ‘We’re just trying to save some money, and Makki is already rooming with so-and-so, so you understand, right Mattsun?’, nor the mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed him the two hotel room keys, along with an order to not show up late to the ceremony, to which Mattsun only barely nodded to.

One night. One room. It’s fine, he thinks. 

It was not fine.

His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he saw the singular mattress in the middle of the hotel room. He briefly wondered if Oikawa was the aforementioned higher power. Does he know about the booger? 

Mattsun almost wanted to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, because of course. Of course Oikawa would use his own wedding to try to get Mattsun to confess for the millionth time. Of course Oikawa would make it as uncomfortable as possible for him in the process. Of course Makki would be in on it; Iwaizumi too, probably (although begrudgingly so). Of course he was, once again, at the mercy of his shitty friends, forced to suffer through another awful set up that’s destined to go horribly wrong. 

He knew whoever was "upstairs" was laughing at him. They were laughing at his suffering and honestly? He wouldn't be surprised if Oikawa did turn out to be some sort of demigod, who's only mission was to make Mattsun wish the next funeral he'd have to plan was his own.

After a rush to the bathroom, a splash of cold water, and a less-than-peppy "pep" talk in the mirror, Mattsun decided that he could do this. He can totally sleep next to you for one night. He'll face away from you, or lay over the blankets, or even sleep on the floor - whatever will help minimize contact between you two. He'll hash out the details later. The important thing is, he can do this.

He could not do this.

He didn't plan for you to look as good as you did tonight. He didn't think to consider that you would practically beg him to dance, feeling you pressed up against his chest as you giggled breathlessly into his ear. He didn't factor in the possibility that you would forget to pack pajamas, which meant you ended up in one of his shirts. He didn't take into account how good you always smelled, and how it would envelope him as you laid next to him, soft breaths hitting his shoulder as he stared at the ceiling.

Mattsun played with his fingers as he tried his best to force sleep to overtake him, but all the little things had been building up throughout the day, and he was just so tired, and so hopelessly in love, he just couldn't take it anymore.

He shifted; turned toward you. He took a moment to appreciate the moonlit path that shimmered across your cheekbone, the way your other cheek squished against the pillow, the hands that balled together against your chest. He saw your nose scrunch a little at something - probably his breath - and the final thread of hesitation gave away.

"Hey. Are you awake?" His voice was soft, a whisper, in case you were actually sleeping.

Your nose scrunched again.

"No," you whispered back, and you smiled and opened your eyes to look at him. His breath caught in his throat, but he somehow managed a smile back.

"Funny."

"I'm here all week."

"Y/n," he started. He swallowed. "Are we friends?"

You furrowed your brows, and nodded slowly.

He exhaled. Reached a hand to touch your cheek. His fingertips danced over your skin - his touch light as a feather, like you were the most delicate thing in the world.

"Just friends?"

You looked at him for what felt like an eternity, your face unreadable. He couldn't tell what you were thinking, and every second you didn't answer him had him falling deeper into a new kind of pain he had never experienced before.

You shook your head.

He felt the hope spread throughout his chest as he sucked in a breath. His touch deepened, ever so slightly.

"More?" He whispered. You reached up to cup the hand on your cheek, turning your head to place a soft kiss into his palm.

"More," you affirmed.

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that he owed an apology to whatever higher power he had been cursing the last few months. Maybe Oikawa wasn't a demigod - or maybe he was, but he was helpful rather than spiteful - and maybe whoever was hanging out upstairs dealing with him had been as frustrated with him as he had been with himself.

As his fingers trailed up your thigh and you whispered love into every inch of his skin, he realized, begrudgingly, that he would have to thank Oikawa tomorrow, but when he smiled against your lips for the first time, he decided that maybe thanking Oikawa wasn't the worst thing in the world if it meant he finally got to have you.

Requests are open! 

#I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #issei matsukawa #matsukawa imagines #hq fluff #hq x reader #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #matsukawa x you #mattsun imagines #hq!! fluff #haikyuu #whispers #ori writes #familiars #amaya #oh also #iwaoi #cause im a sucker for them gays

[dannyphantom-rewrite]

Exploration of the GHOST ZONE

A discussion of Material Compostion, Human Interaction With and Notable Locations.

(Art by @bokunobotanist )

-To start with, the Ghost Zone is composed entirely of Ectoplasm.

-Ectoplasm can exist in one of four states of matter, Liquid, Solid, Gas, or Plasma.

-Liquid Ectoplasm is found most commonly within ecto entities (plants, animals, ghosts) but it can also be found in the Ghost Zone itself in Rivers and Lakes. Undiluted Liquid Ectoplasm can melt real-world objects and leave nasty burns.

-Solid Ectoplasm is ectoplasm that has been condensed enough to hold a shape. Ghostly structures like lairs and other objects are made up of it. Humans can generally handle touching solid ectoplasm without suffering any adverse effects.

-The atmosphere of the Ghost Zone is made up of Ectoplasm in it's Gasoeus state. A ghost's core absorbs this ectoplasm, pulling in their energy from it. In a sense, ghosts "breathe" with their core. On the other hand, it's not safe for humans to breath in, and prolonged exposure can cause permanent damage, similar to chemical burns one might get from inhaling caustic fumes.

-Ectoplasm as plasma is what makes up Ectoblasts, and Ghostly Fire, like Ember's hair for example. While Ectoblasts have enough heat behind them to do damage to real world objects, Ghostly Fire does not. Furthermore, Ghostly Fire feeds on ectoplasm rather than oxygen, and will not spread in the human world unless a ghost is "feeding" it to do so.

-Ectoplasm adheres to Ectoplasm, regardless of what state it's in. The doors of ghost lairs don't float so much as they are "stuck" to the Ghost Zone's atmosphere.

-Ectoplasm is very bouyant, it will float on water in both it's Liquid and Solid state.

-The atmosphere of the Ghost Zone contains no Oxygen.

-Why would it? Ghosts don't need it.

-But what about Danny and Vlad you ask? Well, they have Ghost Cores, don't they? So they're fine, up to an extent.

-Vlad and Danny can "breathe" with their cores in the same way that other ghosts do, using Ecto-Energy in place of oxygen to keep everything functioning, BUT they need to be in their ghost forms to do so. So long as their human halves remain "dormant" they're at no risk of suffocation.

-Vlad and Danny don't technically NEED air in their ghost forms, but often breathe out of reflex anyway.

-If they were to leave the Ghost Zone after being there for a long time and immediately turn human again, they'd get super light headed and black the hell out. They need a couple minutes to start breathing air and get things moving again with oxygen instead of Ecto-Energy.

-The pressure in the ghost Zone is Pretty consistent throughout, though there are some areas that have a higher or lower concentration of Ecto-Energy depending on environmental factors.

-The Ghost Zone has some low gravity, not like crazy low but it's a noticable difference. It doesn't really affect ghosts unless they choose to let it.

-Humans need special equipment to move through the Ghost Zone. Oxygen masks and tanks, as well as propulsion devices and protective, insulated clothing.

-The Ghost Zone is very cold, some areas much more than others. While humans need to bundle up, Danny and Vlad unconsciously regulate their body temperatures with the Ecto-Energy energy their cores take in. They definitely still need to wear some extra layers when in the far frozen, though.

-Humans don't "adhere" to Ectoplasm the way ghosts do, since they aren't made of Ectoplasm. This is why they can pass through it even in it's solid state. They do need to put some force behind the motion to do so, however. So, as a human in the Ghost Zone you could walk through a wall, but simply leaning on that same wall isn't going to make you immediately fall through it. You might sink into it a little though. Walking through the Ghost Zone as a human is like walking through sand or mud, it shifts and squishs around and it's not quite solid, regardless of what the terrian actually is.

Notable Locations:

-Walker's District: This is the area of the ghost zone located closet to Vlad's Portal. Walker's Prison, and the GZPD precinct are located here, and they work in tandem to control the area. It's relatively peaceful as a result, populated by deceased souls and natural born ghosts that have organized their lairs into something almost resembling suburban neighborhoods. Of course, not everyone agrees with all of Walker's rules and the GZPD's enforcement of them, which brings us to-

-The "Bad Lands": This is the area of the Ghost Zone located closest to the Fenton-Works portal. The Bad lands is home to the lairs of the majority of Danny's Rouges Gallery, as well as any other ghosts that choose to defy Walker's Laws.

-The Wilds and Ruins: Located to the West of Walker's district. This is a large area of the Ghost Zone, full of unbroken terrain. It somehow mimics the human world, as the place is the only one in the Zone to have weather patterns, and an constant veiw of the nightsky. It's also the most abundant source of ghostly flora and fauna, as the majority the Ghost Zone's wild plants and animals grow and live here specifically. It's common for ghosts to come to the wilds to hunt and forrage. It's not necessary for ghosts to eat, since their core takes in everything they need on it's own, but food and drink is often made for special occasions like death days. The Wilds are vast, however, and visitors are advised not to travel too deep, least they come upon The Ruins. Rumored to be the crumbling lairs of the Ancient Spirts, the most notable of the Ruins are a massive green house, and Observatory, as well as a towering weather station, and of course, the Castle of the Former Ghost king. Another fun aspect of the Ruins is the "Lair graveyard." A field full of broken down doors, being slowly reclaimed by the Ghost Zone after their Owners abandoned them.

-The Far Frozen: Located to the north of The Wilds and Ruins. A beautiful and Vast frozen tundra, bordered by frozen water falls, lakes and mountain ranges. The Frost Giants make their home here. Said to be descendants of those souls that met their end in the cold, the frost giants have adapted perfectly to their environment, growing into a thriving society and making many advancements in medicine and technology. They're most well known for their hospitality and excitedly welcome visitors.

-Pandora's Acropolis: Styled after Ancient and Classical Greece, this Massive lair is ruled by the Warrior Queen Pandora. A Bustling city, many of the souls that died between the ages of 700- 323 B.C choose to make their home here under her protection. Pandora herself is rumored to be one of the Ancient Spirits, but she always changes the subject when asked….

-The Field of Reeds: The lair of the Dead Pharoh Duul Aman. This decently sized desert island features it's own pyramid, spinx, Oasis, and miniature Nile. It is home only to the Pharoah and his dedicated servants.

-Mattingly: Stuck perpetually in the mideval era, this tiny kingdom is ruled by a family of Dragonic shape shifters. They do not take kindly to outsiders.

-The Carnivorous Cavern: Located somewhere in the midst of The Wilds and Ruins, this massive, fleshy canyon sports rows of razor sharp teeth and acts as the literal mouth of the ghost zone. Observant drones can often be seen exiting and entering the gaping maw, and it's therorised that there's a multitude of tunnels down below that they use to quicky traverse the Ghost Zone. It's ill advised to get too close, least you be interrogated by one of them, or worse- consumed and subsequently digested by the Cavern.

-The Depths: The Farther down one Travels into the Ghost Zone, the more Concentrated the Ecto-Energy in the atmosphere becomes, go down too far and you'll be torn apart by the force of it. The Spirit of Time is rumored to make his home at the Bottom of The Depths, but those that go looking never make it that far….

#lore #danny phantom #the ghost zone #headcannons #danny fenton #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #long post

[konigsprinzessin]

Can I ask something angst with a happy ending with doc.

hi anon! how you're doin well. not sure if this may have been exactly what you wanted but feel free to request again nonetheless!

forgiveness in the library | gustave kateb

"you broke me and now out on the field and now you expect me to follow you around like a lost puppy?!" his voice was disappointed and strained. now, if the factors were different i'd smile at his broken english and tug fun at him without intentionally being mean. i followed him into his study which was also his "safe room" where he went were he was feeling stressed. the room was slowly turning into a library with gustave's myriad of novels and black and white sketches of illustrations of a variety of medical practices. the darken acadia door slammed in front of my face, inches away from the tip of my nose. staring at the door my mind thought of a thousand questions. gustave has never acted in such an...aggressive way before? i let out a sigh, the sudden burst of air escaping my lungs at once felt all too real. i could hear him mumble something under his breath in his native french.

the door suddenly swung open in front of me. thank god i backed up a few steps. "come in." gustave spoke bare audibly. "we need to talk, mon amour." he closed the door behind me a small click closing and locking the wooden doors together.

"i'm sorry-" were the only words i were able to mange out of my mouth before getting interrupted by the french man.

"no, (y/n). please." he sighed heavily his lip quivering as he meandered to one of the bookshelves farthest away from where i was located close to the door i just entered through. his tan fingers carefully flipped through a book titled in french that i couldn't understand. his full undivided attention was focused on the pale snow white paper on a background of dark black paint as he balanced the back of the green cover book in the palm of his hand. i watched in silence debating whether i should approach the doctor and look for warmth in comfort in his brown eyes or turn and make my exit to leave him along in his wandering thoughts.

i made me decision in the seconds after i discussed with myself what i should do. i walked over the white polished mosiac tiled floor keeping my lips sealed and staying silent. i wormed myself under the cover of the book, enwrapping my arms around the torso of the older man, a silent tear dropping from the corner of my glossy watery eyes. i regretted everything. now only understanding how lucky i was that no one got killed- especially not him. his fingers stopped moving through the scratching old faded pages as his hands moved to covering the old book. the smell of old books and lavenders filled my nose in turn made me smile at the comforting scent. his finger entangled themselves in my hair, gentle tugging at the roots of my hair, rubbing the back of my head.

i apologized once again, promising gustave that i would never do something so stupid once again.

"please don't. i don't want anyone to suffer from any mistake made." he moved slightly to place the book back in it's respective place on the shelf. his words were tough love on my soul but at the end of the day he knew what was best for me-for all of us on the team. "i'm sorry for being so harsh earlier, you know how it is." he paused exhaling a deep breathe like his mind was scanning the multitude of novels in his mind for the correct word to describe his emotion in the very moment we were both encaptured in. "i'm very stressed, mon chéri." to my dismay he pushed away lightly. the feeling of his warmth being ripped away caused my heart to break slightly.

"are you mad?" the question was simple. i didn't have to force myself to frown as the emotion displayed on my face was true and raw.

"absolutely not." he let out a chuckle in amusement, brining me back into his arms "how can i be mad at such an adorable little thing like you." he cupped his hands around me cheeks ultimately squishing them together. he let out another heart laugh that i adored and missed dearly in the high tension moment. "being mad at you is like being unproductive. nothing gets done and i feel like shit." he stuttered in english earning a slight snicker from me.

"i'm glad." i replied in a soft tone. "i'll let you be for however long you need. i'll put a movie on and then we can cuddle later when you're finished with work."

"the work can wait-" he kissed the top of my forehead. i stayed still listening to the rhymical beat of his golden heart.

#r6 #r6s #rainbow six #rainbow six siege x reader #rainbow6 #r6s doc #r6 doc #headcannons #oneshot #fluff #angst

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i really liked your s6 blaine meta! would you be willing to do something similar for season 5 episodes 14-20?

Hi Nonny! Sorry for the delay, this is kind of a huge undertaking.  I’m going to be honest, this will be more of an abridged answer.  I really recommend looking over to my Finding Kurt Hummel Meta, because a lot of Kurt and Blaine’s stories are intertwined, and I do talk a lot about Blaine and his motivations there.  That said, let’s dig in! 

Pre-New York Arc

So, as Blaine tells us when before he’s going to graduate, his senior year has been really hard and really weird.  He broke up with his boyfriend, dealt with a school shooting, suffered the loss of a good friend, and then got engaged.  (Y’all should check out my Glee Timeline to see just how squished all of this stuff really was.) By the time his tenure as a high school student is over, he’s desperate to fast forward to being a full fledged adult -- living out his dreams in New York City.  The problem is trying to force your dreams come true doesn’t always work, especially when a) you’re still a kid trying to figure things out and b) you still have a lot of insecurities and mental health issues to deal with.  

So Blaine (and Kurt) still have a lot of growing up to do.  And a lot of the New York Arc is figuring out just that.  

Let’s talk about the proposal for a second, too.  Blaine jumping to marriage is, yes, a bit pre-mature.  He’s was so desperate to get his relationship back on track with Kurt, and so wanting to prove his commitment, he jumped about fifteen other steps and went straight to what he would be the ultimate band-aide -- marriage.  Well, just because you’re married (or engaged) doesn’t mean you don’t have a lot of issues in your relationship.  Blaine and Kurt were too young for their engagement -- and not necessarily because of their age, but because they really hadn’t dealt with a lot of things the move to New York, the cheating, and the first break up did to their relationship.  However, Blaine wants to ignore a lot of the red flags because he feels since he has Kurt back, and put a ring on that finger, he should be fine, right?  His insecurities about Kurt not loving him or wanting to leave him should be squashed because -- ring.  Right??  Oh, Blainey. 

New New York

So, what we don’t see is the six-to-nine months of Kurt and Blaine living together.  Which is a shame.  Because we don’t see how it started, and how they probably were so head over heels wanting to live together and do all the fun things Burt listed off in his conversation with Kurt before the proposal in Love Love Love that they did not have any kind of conversation about how living together would ultimately work.  So, it’s nine months later, and things aren’t so rosey.  

Blaine is trying very hard to make them the old married couple he wants them to be (which is no shade on Blaine!).  He’s singing old timey songs, and basically trying to show his love through acts of servitude, and kind of trying to ignore the nagging feeling that Kurt’s unhappy about it.  

Blaine is a giver by nature, and wants to make Kurt happy, and he thinks if he can be the perfect boyfriend (because he wasn’t before, made a mistake, didn’t take into account that Kurt really was part of that issue, and blames himself for the relationship woes) that his relationship with Kurt will be fine.  The problem is that Blaine is losing himself in the relationship -- trying to be the person he thinks Kurt wants him to be, and the person his own imagination thinks he should be, instead of the person he really is.  

The other thing is that Blaine is a bit clingy.  There’s nothing wrong with wanting to spend time with your significant other.  But Blaine wants to spend every waking moment with Kurt so they can share their magical journey together.  You see -- in high school, they were joined at the hip, and did do a lot of things together.  But they also had a lot of time apart.  They both had groups of friends to do things with, and different households to go home to.  But now, all aspects of their life are jammed into that little loft.  And for Blaine, it’s fine, (though it’s not - he has to learn how to be an individual person, too), but Kurt is struggling with it. 

Here’s the part where I do need to bring up Blaine and his homelife.  Blaine being who he is - is somewhat just his personality.  But part of it is also his homelife.  We can infer that unlike the Hummel household, Blaine’s family wasn’t exactly ones to unconditionally supportive in the same way.  He always had to compete for attention (and possibly love) with Cooper.  He has always felt that no matter how ‘good’ he is -- he’s a failure.  And he is, by far, his own worst critic.  These are things that Kurt cannot fix for him, and while Kurt can continue to love and support him, Blaine himself has to reach a belief that he is a worthy individual of love, support, and happiness.  

Also, because Blaine is trying so hard to make life perfect for Kurt, he’s not being able to make his own experience uniquely his own.  He tries to find a cute couch -- but it’s rejected (rightfully because bed bugs, but still).  He tries to make himself a space in the loft, but Kurt shuts that down.  Everything is about how Kurt thinks and feels, and because Blaine’s giving in on these things, he starts to go inward on himself, and thus they fight over dumb things.  (Kurt needs to learn how to share and compromise, Blaine needs to learn to stand up for himself and his own wants and needs.)  

As an aside, Blaine isn’t really jealous of Elliott -- that’s a bit of displaced anger.  But going to Elliott does help (wise sage that he is), and while that convo is a little weird, there is some good advice in Elliott saying you have to figure out who you are, and maybe not be so clingy.  Boundaries are good and don’t lose yourself in the relationship. 

So, about their decision to live apart -- my Kurt meta had a good paragraph: 

I’d also like to mention that Kurt isn’t really thrilled with Blaine’s idea.  He doesn’t want Blaine to leave, but he recognizes that something has to change.  Unfortunately, they’re still young and growing and don’t have the tools or experience to figure out how to fix what’s wrong.  So - in a way, I get this solution.  Blaine doesn’t know how to give Kurt emotional space - so let’s try physical instead.  

Blaine wants to fix the situation, so it’s no surprise that Blaine is the one to comp up with the solution.  It’s not great (honestly, they should have moved out and found their own place but alas tv show logic), but it’ll have to work for now.  Blaine is more interested in salvaging his relationship the only way he can try to.  Unfortunately there are some other, bigger issues going on, but for now, they’ve come up with something that might help.  

Bash

It’s a shame we don’t get more Blaine during this episode, because I think it’s really important.  There’s a story here about the frustrations a gay couple can have when one of them is going through a major trauma, and the other can only sit and wait to see how it turns out -- adding in outside factors such as, hospitals not allowing the partner to visit because they aren’t legally “family”.  

So, one of Blaine’s biggest fears is losing Kurt.  And this time he does to an external power.  Blaine, who likes to control things just about as much as Kurt, feels like he should be able to protect Kurt no matter what, and comes out of this episode feeling like it’s his duty to do that.  

You see, Blaine doesn’t think he’ll survive very well if anything ever happened to Kurt, and kind of ignoring the fact that Kurt kinda jumped into the fight himself, Blaine decides that he’ll do everything in his power to ‘save’ him.  Problem is, that’s not at all what Kurt wants or needs....  Which will be discussed more in the next episode. 

Meanwhile, Blaine manages to piss off Carmen Tibideaux with he and Rachel’s little duet idea.  Not liking anyone mad at him, he does go retake the final (or whatever it is), and pours his own fears and sadness into the song.  I do kind of wonder if Blaine’s involvement in this is a slight nod that Blaine won’t be finishing his college career at NYADA.  (Which is fine - the school is utter shit.) 

Tested

Okay, god.  Here’s the Kurt Meta because this is one really complicated episode that I won’t do justice in the little blurb I’m going to write here.  There’s A LOT going on, and it’s helpful in understanding the story as a whole, and I do write about both their sides in the Kurt Meta. 

So, here we are -- Blaine is trying to make Kurt’s New York life and experience perfect, and he kind of ignores his own.  But, he is indulging himself (as young people in new places often do) and not taking care of his physical health either.  He does gain some weight (or Glee tries to suggest that he does), and this latches on to his insecurities from before.  

A lot of this episode’s issues comes down to identity --- Blaine saw himself as the White Knight in Shiny Armor -- the one who protected Kurt from Karofsky, and made him smile.  The one who was the prince who got to give the other prince the Happily Ever After.  The problem, though, is all of this is magical fairy tale talk that doesn’t work in the real world.  

Kurt isn’t a delicate flower who needs rescuing.  He is very physically fit, and is seen as attractive by other people.  And Kurt is trying to find his own, individual identity that isn’t solely connected to Blaine.  All of this activates Blaine’s major insecurity about being rejected -- about not being loved enough.  He doesn’t understand that he doesn’t have to be the person who another person needs for them to love him.  He can just be the person who someone wants.  But Blaine has a very hard time with this concept.  His value of himself is wrapped up in how much he thinks he’s needed, which of course, causes all the problems.  

What’s making it worse is that Blaine begins to manipulate the situation -- trying to make Kurt ‘need’ him again, which is very unhealthy (don’t do that guys!).  But also starts to do what he always does, and we see a repeat of the issues had back in season 3/4.  Blaine starts to pull away physically because he fears he’s not good enough, and in turn, Kurt pulls away emotionally, and it’s just a downward spiral that they keep doing.  

The thing that Blaine is not doing is expressing how he actually feels to Kurt.  When he finally does that at the end of the episode, when he reaches out and says ‘hey I need help’ Kurt is finally there for him.  (Yes, Kurt is still pissed, but at the end of the day, Kurt is not wrong about the fact that he’ll never stop loving blaine -- no matter what happens.)  The problem is, no matter how many times Kurt can say it, or even show it, until Blaine actually trusts him, it’s never going to work.  

As an aside -- one of the reasons I think the second break up actually was good for them, is that Blaine learns how to love himself, and live with himself, after Kurt’s gone.  He’s too attached to defining his self worth based on what Kurt thinks of him -- and that’s not healthy.

(Also, I encourage you to read the Tested Meta -- there is so much to dig into in this episode!) 

Opening Night

There really isn’t much Blaine in this episode - but we do see him use his acts of service love language towards Rachel.  Usually, she’s much better in her response, though.  

I also want to point out that it’s Blaine’s idea to go to the gay bar.  I’m all for Blaine starting to learn where his places in the city are.  Makes me wonder if Kurt and Blaine frequented there together, of this was a Blaine only thing.  Hmm.  

The Back-Up Plan

So... the June Dolloway stuff.  Okay.  

June plays to Blaine’s romantic ideals of what life as a successful performer would be.  And, as we’ve talked about, Blaine’s self worth is based on the idea of how much people need him (or want to use him).  So, he kind of falls into June’s trap, and lets her try to mould him into who she thinks he is.  The problem is, that entails getting rid of Kurt.  But a big part of who Blaine is - is loving Kurt.  

There’s also the issue of competition again (which came up in Tested, too) that I kind of roll my eyes at.  I’m not going to say that Hollywood, or the performing arts, isn’t competitive.  Because it is, in a lot of ways.  However, I feel like media and society are often the ones pushing that narrative.  You can be successful and still support your friends and love ones.  

There’s an entire conversation to be had about how art is subjective, and this idea that this painting is better than that one is just kind of stupid, so all of these fancy awards for things are really, often times, just rich or powerful people stating what they think is the “best” and puts a false equivalency on things that can’t or shouldn’t be pit next to each other.  

So, this whole idea that Blaine is ‘winning’ because June picked him is just -- whatever, Glee.  The thing that I do like, however, is the fact that, despite Kurt being disappointed in the situation, he is still supportive of Blaine and his career.  The thing that I think is a bit contrived is Blaine’s eagerness to please everyone leads him to lie to Kurt instead of be honest about what’s going on with June.  But alas, television. 

However, as we’ve talked about earlier -- Blaine’s ultimate goal is to make everyone happy at the expense of his own happiness, so it isn’t out of nowhere that Blaine would try to please June and Kurt at the same time, in an attempt to ‘fix’ everything before someone rejects him. 

Old Dogs, New Tricks

So... this episode really isn’t about Blaine or the Klaine issues at all.  Chris was perhaps wise (and maybe mandated a little) not to even get into it.  

The thing, though, we do see is that Blaine’s spending a lot of time on his fantasy career ideas with June.  He does recognize that Kurt isn’t really happy with life, and while the Klaine issues will eventually hit the fan, that’s not what this episode is about.  It’s about Kurt trying to find his own place, and make his own happiness, when everyone around him is becoming more successful.  It’s really not Blaine’s issue -- and I’m glad Chris didn’t make it out to be.  

Instead, Blaine plays the supportive partner here, and while they do need to work more of their shit out, I’m glad they do get a softer, and more emotionally aware moment here.  

The Untitled Rachel Berry Project

So, Kurt mentions in this episode that he and Blaine have had some long conversations about their relationship.  And while I’m sure that’s true (probably a lot after Tested), I do have to wonder if Blaine wasn’t listening as well as he should have been.  I think, in order to preserve things, Blaine probably nodded along, and took more notes on how to be the world’s perfect boyfriend, while maybe not actually comprehending some of the issues Kurt laid out.  All the while, I’m guessing that Blaine didn’t express many of his wants or needs, in order to not rock the boat.  Unfortunately, all of this holding back, on both their parts, comes back to haunt them. 

The big lie comes out, that Kurt isn’t in the showcase, and this plays a lot on Kurt’s insecurities, partly about being a failed performer, and a lot about his trust issues with Blaine from the last time they broke up.  Blaine is the type of guy who tries to make everything perfect until he literally can’t anymore, and he’s left there being forced to tell the truth, even though he knows it’ll hurt himself and Kurt.  And while this, normally, would be a minor thing, because of their past history -- this self-imposed forced disappointment is what he expects.  Because he believes that sooner or later, he’s going to eventually disappoint everyone he loves, and they will eventually leave him.  

The thing is -- Blaine has a tendency to push people away, because he thinks that’s what he deserves.  But interestingly, Kurt comes back to him -- and they talk about it.  

And, I’m just gonna quote my Kurt Meta cause I don’t feel like writing it all out, but the Klaine scene here is important! 

So - yeah, let’s break this down…  Kurt’s pretty stiff when he comes to Blaine, arms crossed, looking forward out at the birds and not at Blaine.  He’s thought through is anger, but these kind of conversations are still hard for Kurt.  But then there’s Blaine – who outright says to him that the showcase doesn’t mean anything without Kurt – that /Kurt/ is more important to him than his career.  And Kurt visibly relaxes when he hears this.  Because its confirmation of something he does already know – that Blaine really does love him.  He seems to fuck it up, but he loves him.  And it’s something Kurt really did need to hear again.  

(Obviously vise versa needs to happen, too, but more on that in a second.)

So - Kurt goes on talking about birds, and builds this elaborate metaphor around them – about how taking a step out of the nest is freakin’ scary, but you can’t stay in that nest forever – at some point you have to trust that you can fly.  And even if you fall and hit the ground, you have to keep on trying.  

Well, Kurt comes to the smart conclusion that relationships are like his bird metaphor – you can’t have a relationship unless there is implicit trust there as a foundation.  And he’s learned, the hard way, that yeah, sometimes one of them is going to fuck up and they will hit the ground like a stone, but if you hold on to your faith that it’ll be all fine in the end – that you can help each other out keep that solid foundation, it’ll be okay.  Because at the end of the day, you can’t ever be 100% that someone won’t hurt you again, you can’t control anyone else but yourself (oohh and Kurt letting go of complete control is huge - HUGE).  

And yeah, yeah this little speech is nice and all but what about what’s about to happen? What about the second break up?  Do you guys remember in Dance With Somebody when Blaine says to Kurt - if you’re unhappy talk to me don’t cheat on em?  Well - this is almost the inverse of that.  Kurt says to Blaine that you don’t even know if or when someone’s going to break that trust – and this is true, because yeah, Kurt is going to fuck it up not that long after this conversation.  

But this is a resolution to the original issue back in season 4 – Kurt’s finally understanding that in order for this thing to work, he has to choose to trust Blaine.  Blaine can’t instill that in him – it’s something Kurt has to do for himself.  And for better or worse, he does choose to trust Blaine, to love Blaine, to let Blaine in implicitly.  Blaine has been desperately trying to break through Kurt’s shell since the whole cheating incident, get back into that place in Kurt’s heart.  But what Blaine doesn’t know - or realize - and what Kurt’s just figuring out himself, is that it’s not about Blaine’s ability – it’s about Kurt allowing it to happen.  

Kurt doesn’t let people into his world, past is exterior, implicitly into his heart – but on a smaller scale, this whole June ordeal kind of just puts things into perspective.  Yeah – he was mad about Blaine’s lie – but he realizes that the way Kurt was acting about it, he was going to be hurt either way.  And he can be mad and be angry, but at the end of the day, they all have choices to make, and Kurt makes the decision to still stand by Blaine through the hard stuff as well as the easy stuff.  

(But what about season 6? Well – we’ll talk about that when we get there ;))

I will say this – Kurt never breaks his promise about loving Blaine no matter what.  Even through the stupidity of the second breakup, it’s really not because he doesn’t love Blaine.  That’ll always be apart of him, and the more they go on, the more he understands his own heart will always feel that way.  

Meanwhile – Kurt actually can be (gasp) a loving and supportive partner.  Yeah, it’s hard on him to feel unwanted by June – he’s been fighting that fight since forever.  But he is proud of Blaine, wants Blaine to fly incredibly high – and much like way back when in season 3 with Tony – he’ll be there giving Blaine flowers and telling him how amazing he is.  Which is reassurance that Blaine needs, but doesn’t always get.  

(I realize that’s mostly Kurt’s POV - but it covers what’s going on with Blaine, too.)  

The thing though, while Kurt’s learning what it means to trust again, Blaine really just wants everything to be fine.  And gives in to Kurts wants and needs immediately.  The one problem, really, that’s still lingering is the fact that Blaine is still only defining himself through his relationship, and that’s not good, and is part of the reason Kurt’s going to pull away, and ultimately break up with him, the second time.  

But, we do end the season on a happy note.  Blaine, feeling the love and support from Kurt, is able to stand up to June, and is able to have a moment for himself, where he gets to express his true self, in the form of showing everyone his love for Kurt at the showcase.  We also get a moment of a small step forward when Kurt let’s Blaine have a bit of the loft -- a small space to call his own.  

Yes, ultimately it’s going to break down again, but it’s a first step.  By the end of the season, Blaine and Kurt have started to learn what being in a real, adult relationship is like, but ultimately, for Blaine, he needs to learn to be okay with himself first and foremost, and that is what Season 6 was about... 

If you’d like to continue on, here’s the Season 6 Blaine Meta! 

I know there are things I didn’t get into -- like Blaine’s relationship with Sam, but idk, I don’t think there was much to pick apart there.  

If you guys have any questions on specific things, let me know! :) 

#blaine anderson #that's how s.o. sees it #Anonymous #season 5 is really unresolved for blaine in a lot of ways #poor kiddo

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BTS Caretaker CH21

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 6, 707

- Author Note: I missed the date of posting new chapter again, okay so caught up with work :< aish, but it is okay i am updating now!

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Chapter 21

It was a long silence between them, neither the boys nor Seul dared to utter anything. To begin with, what was they supposed to say at first place. The Jungkook and Seul relationship or Jimin’s sudden outburst. As much as they wanted to bring Yoongi’s side of the story into the picture, they thought it was out of context. Yoongi’s issues had nothing to do with them, yet one of the reasons that trigger Jimin’s anger was related to Yoongi after all.

For once Namjoon had never feel burdened with the responsibility as the leader of BTS until today. Firstly, he had to unravel the tense between Jungkook, Jimin and Seul. The atmosphere between the four walls were suffocating him, and he could tell everyone felt the same. He held his breath for a long time before exhaling a deep sigh garnering everyone’s eyes on him “Alright. Let’s get thing straight” glancing at the maknae whom sat across him. Seul felt her heart being torn apart from this impromptu confrontation. To be frank, she was not ready to be questioned this way especially when it came to her and Jungkook status.

“Jung, is there something going on between you and Seul?” Namjoon probed. Gulping away her nervousness, Seul was being surrounded by a group of man who appeared to be very protective over the youngest member of their group. Yoongi looked like he was ready to swing his baseball bat and beat some shit outta Jungkook and Jimin. His eyes never left Seul ever since the scene at her workplace. Not that he cared, yet it was bothersome to be remembered by it. Learning the truth behind Jungkook’s disappearance at night stung his heart even more.

Jungkook is one step ahead him. Yoongi groaned in frustration.

Jungkook stammered “Seul and I…We became friends because I am their frequent customer there. I spent my time there to draw” he pressed his palms together searching for strength to face his members’ wrath.

“You become friends and as far as I am concern friends don’t kiss, that is too affectionate. What is the meaning behind those kiss? ” Jin leaned his back on the seat, tilting his head to take a good look of Seul expression. Now that they had came to this, he feared to hear the truth.

Jungkook and Seul relationship would be the beginning or the end of him.

Chewing her chapped lips, Seul fingers fidgeted unconsciously at the end of her pink sweater. Her rapid breathing was drawing Hoseok attention who appeared to sit just beside her, he leaned over whispering softly “Are you okay Seul? You don’t look good” his voice was as soft as his sunny smile. It managed to calm her down a little.

She nodded, squishing her eyes tight for a moment before opened it again only to be welcomed by Hoseok’s round eyes “I can manage this, thank you Hoseok” she flashed a weak smile. He returned to his seat with a small smile and gave his attention on Jungkook and Namjoon.

“What I know it was not a mistake. Those kisses are real. I…like Seul” Jungkook’s confession earned different reaction from the floor. Some were scoffing away, some were too dumbfounded to even react, and some were stayed frozen in their seat shooting Jungkook a judgemental look. That was not definitely in their dictionary. What changed Jungkook to be this confident and super determined of his own feelings?

Jungkook’s eyes met Seul confused one, making Jimin rolled his eyes in his seat. Salty Park Jimin about to open his mouth to say something, but his fellow 95 liner friend already jumped in “Do you see her as a woman, Jungkook? Someone that you wish to own” upon hearing Taehyung’s last word, Seul blushed madly. The thought of being owned by someone never occurred to her some more, the person is a member from famous idols of the century. Crazy as it sound Seul couldn’t stop her heart from making weird noise inside.

They only needed one nod from Jungkook to confirm everything, so they could make sense out from this situation. Jungkook had never been so open to them when it came to his own feelings. To witness the younger guy being bluntly honest about his inner feeling gave some sense of relief to the hyungs. Over the years Jungkook was known to be very introvert and he did not talk to strangers unless he felt comfortable with them. Jungkook had few friends in the industry like GOT7’s Yugyeom and Seventeen’s Mingyu yet it did not stop him to get out from his comfort zone. Part of them were grateful of his feeling for Seul, it was a good start for Jungkook to be more open to other options in life. However, it also worrisome considering it involved commitment and serious relationship.

Each of the members had a mixed feeling about this Jungkook liking Seul thing. To break it down, Namjoon main concerned was whether this relationship Jungkook plan to have with Seul is healthy. After his failed relationship with Hyemi, he did not want others to experience the pain of losing someone whom he thought important in life only to be left hanging without words. Not to mention as a leader and a brother of Jungkook, he did not want Jungkook to get hurt. Relationship involved commitment, was Jungkook ready to carry the burden on his shoulder?

Kim Seokjin. He was neutral. People couldn’t read through him as he always appears optimistic and positive to everyone. Internally he’s suffering from the confession. He did show his interest on Seul because their friendship started off pretty normal that involved no fight. Nowadays, Seokjin enjoyed Seul’s presence around him apart from his 92-line squad and his game squad, Jin had Seul to listen the worries that he had whenever he couldn’t talk it out with his members or other friends. Seul is a good listener. As he learnt that one of the members revealed his feeling openly to Seul, was this a sign to back off before things got complicated later on?

When it came to Hoseok, this was his second-time meeting Seul so he did not have any issues with her. He knew Seul was a nice girl and worth to be loved by many. She deserved all the love from the world. If there’s one thing that bothered Hoseok would be her genuine intention in befriending them. Not that Hoseok wanted to question her integrity, but the world is a scary place. They could not just bluntly trust people that they barely knew especially Seul. Even though she’s a daughter of Mrs Hwang their original caretaker whom treated them like their own son these past few years, they shouldn’t depend on that one factor only. It was a matter of fact that people could be toxic without they realized, just like Son Hyemi.

Sitting with his mouth sealed tight on the armrest was Taehyung. His expression did not give away any worries or emotions pertaining to this issue, but he still found it a little over the top for his sane mind to comprehend. Without doubt, he was attracted of Seul at first place became the reason why he snapped her picture and kept it on his night stand. That small crush that he had for Seul was still unclear, it needed to be shaped. Considering things had changed now, would it be better for him to eradicate this small crush he had for Seul before it became contagious to his heart? He did not want any heartbreak in the future wasn’t he.

Jimin on the other hand looked distressed in his seat. His protective instinct for Jungkook earlier on was soon replaced by annoyance. Annoyance of his own discomfort to the idea of there was another guy liking Seul and it happened to be Jungkook. The only difference between them, Jungkook had guts to sort his feeling out when he didn’t. That Jimin saw Seul more than just a friend was evident. But he refused to conform to the reality of life. It was a reticent, very private feeling which he had no intention to reveal just yet.

Yoongi was complicating things around him and his true feelings that he had for Seul. Everyone could literally see how possessive he was over Seul, yet he denied that fact at all cost. The fact that he used revenge to steal kisses from Seul, Yoongi was actually trying to confirm his own feeling. At first, he assumed it was a mere admiration towards Seul’s sassiness however it turned into something deeper not long after. He was dragging himself down into the deepest pit of the dark hole in his heart. Wanting to escape, yet he failed. As a result, Yoongi came out pretty hard and aggressive on Seul even though he wasn’t intended to hurt her. It came out neutral because he was not ready to embrace the truth. The truth might hit him a little hard on his face, so Yoongi was afraid to take the risk. With this Jungkook thing, Yoongi realized he must do something about this before too late.

“So, answer him, do you see Seul as a woman or is it a mere admiration?” Jin broke the long silence desperate to hear the answer though he’s not really keen of listening to it.

Nodding with a soft sigh “I see her as a woman and I like her because she is Seul” that was enough to melt Seul’s heart again as blush crept up warming her cheeks. Why was she being weak again? Now since they had settled with Jungkook, seven pair of eyes landed on her. She was in deep shit.

“Seul, do you know Jungkook is Jungkook?” the leader raised his eyebrow in question.

“No, I don’t. He was wearing mask 24/7 how do you expect me to notice that is him?” her voice broke a little due to the intensity that she felt inside her.

Jimin found the chance to butt in with a sarcastic remark “Funny thing is, you are a fan. How can you not know Jungkook even from his eyes?” he glowered.

Seul looked so piss as she glared at Jimin “Funny thing, I am not Jungkook’s fan. Neither of you are my favourite. How do you expect me to remember your eyes when I messed up your faces and names” the corner of Yoongi’s lips were tugged into a smirk. Ji Seul makes a comeback, as expected. He complimented in his head admiring her sassiness.

Pursing his lips sulkily, Jimin shook his head giving up on his argument with Seul already. She was impossible to beat especially when it involved to defending herself. Seul always know what to say.

Namjoon continued “Alright. You have no idea it is Jungkook, so you befriend him. Both of you become friend and Jungkook apparently reveal his feelings for you. How about your feelings? Do you like Jungkook that way?” upon hearing that question, Seul turned pale.

Taehyung scrutinized her expression with so much interest trying to read through her but to no avail. Would it be possible that she did not see Jungkook more than a friend? A spark of hope lightens his heart a little. Taehyung was up for any possibility.

“I repeat, do you like Jungkook more than just a friend?” Namjoon pressed. He was acting like a father-in-law making other cringe in their seat. Yoongi small eyes were watching Seul every little move, causing her to shift uncomfortably under his hard gaze. This did not work at all. She did not have the answers with her. Everything happened too fast.

Seul heaved a heavy sigh “I don’t know. I am not sure. My feelings for Jungkook are still ambiguous, I can’t exactly tell whether it is more than just a friend. It is still too early to decide it, I am sorry Jungkook” she threw an apologetic look at Jungkook.

He felt a heavy tug on his heart, but he managed to pull a soft smile on his face “Don’t be sorry Seul. I told you I don’t want to push you, we can still work on this” Seul bit her lower lips, lowering her gaze shyly. Jungkook would not give up on his feeling for Seul that easily. It took a lot of courage to embrace this new side of him, to give up on it just like that would be a waste.

“Someone got friend zoned” Hoseok joked to light up the mood.

“I AM NOT-“ “SHE ISNT-“ they were surprised to see Jungkook and Seul perfect timing. Seul’s cheeks turned into fifty shades of red realizing she was indirectly admitting to the fact that she was interested in Jungkook as well though she needed time to figure it out.

“You are reconsidering Jungkook’s feelings?” Taehyung’s eyes glimmered in curiosity.

Jungkook rubbed his neck, holding back his bunny smile “Yes I am. I need time. I am not used to this” Seul mumbled timidly. Jimin was hurt by her answers, now it was obvious Seul might end up liking Jungkook for real is he didn’t do anything about it.  What should he do again to fix this mess that he created?

“But, that doesn’t mean you have confirmed your true feelings for Jungkook right?” Yoongi’s hoarse voice baffled everyone. The older guy had chosen to keep his mouth shut all the time, hence to hear something coming from him was intimidating. Because after all, though Yoongi did not say it aloud about his feeling for Seul, all of them knew that guy had a thing for her. Jungkook realized it too. He had been stealing glance at Yoongi during their conversation, and his attention was on Seul most of the time.

Jungkook was not alone in this complicated battle. With Yoongi came into the picture, Jungkook was mentally ready to fight healthily.

“We can say that” not letting Yoongi’s stare penetrated her heart, Seul avoided his gaze at all cost.

Smiling with full of gratification, Yoongi arose from his seat “Then this conversation is over. That is all I need to hear” he gave one final look at Seul sending chill down her spine. She watched his body disappeared behind the door to his room leaving only six members around her.

“I am leaving too” muttering lowly, Jimin left the scene without saying much as Hoseok decided to tail him. He sensed something was wrong with Jimin, so he excused himself to investigate further. Taehyung followed not long after “I will see you later Seul..” he smiled warmly making his way stealthily to his room.

Jin was contemplating whether to be honest about his discomfort, in the end he chose to just shut it and give it a long thought before expressing it out. “Seul just stay over tonight, it is late. We don’t want you to walk in the dark alone. I will prepare the room for you” Jin stood up leaving the scene giving Seul no chance to protest. She grunted softly under her breath refusing the idea of staying over there today. Bad start.

Confused, Namjoon ran his fingers in his lock accompanied by a soft hum “Jungkook can you give us space? I need to talk with Seul alone” he turned to the younger guy that immediately nod with a small sigh.

Seul looked up with a small smile “Thank you Jungkook. Go rest” her sincerity made Jungkook fall head over heels for her again. A simple attention from Seul managed to crush another wall inside him, he craved for it.

“You too, see you in the morning. I hope. Good night Seul” his steps were heavy, even though this issue was settled due to the long talk, it still makes him nervous. After making sure Jungkook was nowhere to be seen around them, Namjoon shifted his attention back on the drained girl in front of him. His heart softened as his eyes landed on Seul’s distressed face.  

“Seul-ah I won’t stop you or Jungkook. It is up to both of you to decide. Remember, if you hurt Jungkook you will have to face me. Do not give him a false hope even though it is okay for both of you to consider the options in front of you. I don’t want to see Jungkook broken-hearted”

“And, I have to warn you before things get out of hand. It is not just Jungkook’s feelings matter in this but others too. I can see another person in the room who actually like you just as much” Seul blinked with an unreadable expression.

“What do you mean by that” she retorted in disbelief. Did Namjoon just imply there were other BTS members liking her other than Jungkook? How was this even real? Seul felt so unreal at the moment. The impossibility only happened in dramas or movies. Since this occurred to her, she had no idea how to react to it.

Namjoon pressed his lips into thin line “You will find out soon. I am not the one who should tell you that. Just, make sure to not hurt anyone or yourself Seul-ah. Love is a scary thing. It is complicated. You can’t stop your feelings from loving someone, so give it a chance. Give the person a chance. Then you decide” he hinted.

“I am sorry Namjoon for causing this mess. I hope you are not being too hard on Jimin, he is right to doubt me. You guys barely knew me, so I understood Jimin. Even though part of me wanted to hit him hard for calling me a bitch. How dare he called me that” she grinded her teeth showing of her resentment over Jimin’s choice of word.

Chuckling softly, Namjoon nodded with an amused face “Don’t worry about Jimin. We fought a lot, then we made up the next day. This was nothing. Forgive Jimin and his foul mouth, he could be a little too vulgar when he got angry”

“He is protecting Jungkook that is normal. Your bonds are too strong even I couldn’t break that. I am glad Jimin decided to cuss at me instead of letting it slip off from his mind. That shows how much he cared for his members” she threw the compliments earnestly. It was true, it offended her, but she tried to see the bigger picture of it.

Namjoon had a proud smile on his face to hear someone admiring their brotherhood. It made him realized their bonds were no joke and he mentally agreed to Seul’s words. The tense in the room was diminishing and Seul finally able to breathe normally. Jin approached the two “The room is ready Seul, you should rest. I have prepared clean sweat and shirt on the bed for you to change. Don’t worry it is new, wear it” he beamed.

“Can i… not stay? This is uncomfortable” she murmured.

“What nonsense is that. No way, it is 4 in the morning. Just stay, we won’t let you go home at this time” Namjoon voice was stern and dominating. No wonder he’s the leader.

Seul eyes quivered uncomfortably, showing off her concern about the idea of a girl staying in an idol house “I don’t want to get caught by your manager, that would be bad. They have no idea about me replacing my mother” she tried to make up excuses to escape this place.

“We will be leaving around 10 for practice so, hyung won’t be here until the schedule. Don’t worry, leave before that” Jin showed no sign of giving up too, cornering the latter in process. “Just stay Seul, you don’t want to wear yourself out at work later. Go get some rest, the room is down the hall, just across Jimin and Hoseok” he gave a light pat on her head.

Seul finally gave in and nodded “Fine, I will stay just because I feel bad for what happened today. Thank you Jin. Good night both of you” she bid them a good night and made her way cautiously to the guest room.

Ji Seul, what will change after today. Seul made a mental note on it and decided to call it a day. She deserved a long rest after the therapy talk with Namjoon.

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Tossing her body under the duvet, Seul found it was hard to fall asleep. It must be due to the new surroundings, with that she sat up groggily leaving the queen size bed for a moment to get warm drinks for herself. The hallway was quiet and dead, and she was sure the boys were already asleep at this time.

Seul glanced at the clock on the wall and muttered “It is just 5, ugh” she hugged her body, dragging her lazy feet to the kitchen. She made herself a hot cocoa in hope after this she could shut her eyes for two hours before sun rose again.

As she was about to leave with a cup of cocoa in her hand, she saw light flooding out from the open door of one of the rooms. She walked silently towards the source of light making sure her feet on the ground did not produce any unwanted sound.  The room was a private lounge room for the boys to chill when they have times, it was decorated with music equipment at the corner, book shelves and a small purple billiard table. Across the book shelves there was a L-shape sofa to complete the room.

Seul peeked her head a little searching for familiar faces inside but only to be welcomed by an empty room. Straighten herself back to her original trance, she reached out for the switch light to turn it off. To her sheer surprise, a pair of hand wrapped securely around her wrist preventing her from moving. Startled, Seul’s eyes searched from the owner of the hand who stood few steps from her.

“Jimin…” she exhaled.

Jimin’s eyes looked sleepily and there were few strands of hair stuck out making him to appear super cute. To top that, he was wearing a cute blue pyjama with stars and moon design printed on it. Seul mentally judging Jimin’s appearance as well as trying to get a hold of herself from fangirling over this look.

“Can’t sleep?” he signalled the drinks in her hand with a flat smile.

“Yes.. do you want some I can make you one?” she offered.

Declining it politely, Jimin brought Seul’s hand down and looked at her way a little too intense. Her breath hitched in process like it was about to pop off any second by now “We can share” he suggested.

“Urm..Sure…” Jimin tugged her  hand softly, bringing her inside the room to the sofa. Both of them sat down awkwardly side by side, and it made her felt uneasy. Jimin held back his tongue finding a perfect word to start this conversation. He couldn’t sleep because the guilt was slowly eating him up. He had a hard time to get Seul out of his mind.

Licking his lower lips, Jimin fisted his pyjama stealing glance at Seul’s side profile that never ceased to amaze him. A soft smile crept on his face, but as soon as their eyes locked, it rendered him speechless. Words that came out from Seul’s mouth only went pass through him, his attention was on her soft lips. The stain of hot cocoa at the corner of her lips made his mind went wild for a moment. He had to urge to kiss her but quickly shrug the thought off from his mind.

“Jimin..I said, do you want to take a sip?” her brows quirked in confusion.

Jimin removed the mug from her hand and took a long sip of the hot drinks without looking at her. It was not his intention to have a weird thought on Seul, yet he couldn’t help but to think that way. His hand was shaking a little, and his grip on the mug was about to slip off but Seul fast reflex avoided any accident happen.

She sat the mug down on the coffee table, sending a worried glance at Jimin “Jimin are you alright?” she whispered. Seul touched his forehead with the back of her hand, flustering Jimin even more “I..am alright… Just cold…” he coughed away the lump on his throat.

“Do you want me to turn on the heater?” Seul was about to get up until she felt him holding her down not allowing her to move even an inch. She blushed at the closeness of their face and body. Watching her this up close caused uproar in his heart, his eyes travelled from her eyes to her cute nose down to her lips again.

Jimin ran his hand to her jaw, giving a soft trace around the skin that tingled her heart. She held back her own heavy breathing, letting her eyes roamed freely on Jimin’s face. He stroked his thumb over her lips, stroking it effortlessly slow caused the latter to mewl a little under his magic touch.

Seul was aware, she’s supposed to be upset of Jimin. They hadn’t talk about what happened at the café, and it was so wrong to be this close to each other. Where was the tense between them again? How could it diminish that easily?

Her eyes fluttered open upon feeling Jimin strong gaze on her, and she was indeed right. Jimin eyes sparked under the light, looking dashing as always even without his makeup. He would always appear beautiful in front of her. Resting his forehead against Seul, he murmured awfully low “Seul-ah..I am sorry..for everything” it surprised her once again. Wow, Jimin is full of surprise.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you or call you with those horrible names. I was protecting Jungkook and..myself I guess..It was hard to admit to my own feeling Seul-ah” he continued.

Protecting himself? Seul flinched.

Seul smiled meekly as her fingers unconsciously tangled with his free hand on his lap, fiddling around casually “I understand. And I want to apologize too. It is my fault that this happen. You have the right to question me, because I am a stranger. Just don’t call me bitch, I really hated it” her lower lips puckered out a little showing her protest.

Jimin’s soft chuckle ease the tension that she felt earlier with him “I need to control my anger next time. I am sorry that I vent it out on you. In fact, I have something to tell you Seul” Seul face fell with anticipation.

What else would she hear today?

“Seul-ah” he called out softly, sitting up straight.

For the umpteenth time today, Seul’s face started to lose its colour again.

Interlacing their hand together, Jimin took a deep breath before breaking the eerie silence again “Since it come to this, I will play it fair beside Jungkook” he professed.

“What do you mean by that” she looked at him clueless.

“I see you as a woman...”

“……..”

“I like you a lot Seul. More than you imagine. This feeling is torturing me” Seul lips quivered letting the emotions overflowed her. Then it hit him hard, so this was the thing that Namjoon hinted her earlier. Jimin was another someone in BTS who had similar feelings as Jungkook.

Seul squeaked “Jimin..I…don’t know, it is just-“ he hushed her, shaking his head slowly.

“Don’t… I want to play it fair as I mention. You don’t get to decide now. We will give this thing a time. I don’t mind, as long as you allow me to show my genuine feelings for you. Will you?”

“Jimin..I might not be worth fighting for” she looked down on their intertwined hands, giving him a soft squish.

He sighed “Yes you are. I deny my feelings enough Seul and I am not doing that again. It only hurts you and I. That is not worth it,  I am embracing my feelings that I have for you. Let me fight along with Jungkook” Seul heaved a tired sigh.

“I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want Jungkook to get hurt. What if, this only bring pain rather than happiness?” she expressed her worries. Even though, it was indeed true you couldn’t stop yourself from falling in love, but this issue was more than just that. It involved a lot of thing.

“We will manage that. I talked this out with Jungkook”

Her eyes rounded in sheer surprise “You did? When?” she inquired.

“Urm… as soon as the talk with Namjoon hyung ended. Jungkook is more than just a friend, he is my family. We talked about this. Seul, it is not like we plan to fall in love with the same person. It is coincidence. We will be able to manage this without hatred” Jimin convinced.

Seul needed a moment to decipher this whole thing. The idea of being in the middle of Jimin and Jungkook was so bad making her unsure of herself. If this only involved these two guys then it would be fine to her, but what if someone else resurfaced and professed the same thing, like Yoongi. She shrugged off the thought of the possibility being fight over again by another member.

“Jimin..I am not sure, I am scared of the future”

“Then lets live the present, that is important. Do not think about the future”

“At the end of the day, I will still have to choose” she protested.

“And when that day come, we will ready our heart Seul-ah. It is long way to go, do not let the future hold us back” he whispered, caressing her cheeks lovingly.

It never dawns on her to experience this kind of thing this year, what a mess. Did her decision to replace her mother as BTS Caretaker only to cause chaos rather than promoting peace?

Seul sighed, resting her head against his shoulder seeking for comfort and warmth. This thing was draining her energy, she felt numb. Jimin wrapped his arm automatically around her shoulder, bringing her close to his chest “I am sorry if this is too much for you to handle Seul” he rubbed his arm, planting soft kiss on top of her head.

Curling up in his embrace, Seul buried her face at the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet manly scent “I am sorry that I can’t give both of you the answer that you want” she mumbled against his skin.

“Why are you sorry? We don’t need the answers now, we only need your presence around us. That is enough” he soothed his lock, smiling ear to ear at their close proximity. He had been dreaming doing this thing with Seul, having her in her arms and cuddling on the sofa. It felt unreal.

“Thank you Seul..”

“And what is that for?”

“For existing and allowing me to experience this”

Seul smiled to herself “That line is so cliché Jim. And, thank you for having that kind of feeling for me. ” he beamed. Jimin locked his arms around her tighter, nuzzling her hair in process. Whatever it takes, Jimin would never deny his true feelings anymore. He’s willing to see how far this could go. Only that he was not able to see what the future beholds, it never stops him.

Her lids started to grow heavy, and she found herself enjoying Jimin’s warmth around her. Was this a start of everything? She did question herself what change after today. Guess, Seul had to live with the fact that in one day she received two confessions from an unexpected male.

Her life was about to get interesting.

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When Jimin woke up it was eight in the morning, they had cuddled on the couch and fallen asleep. Jimin smiled to himself admiring Seul’s sleeping face, he felt a warmth that he never experiences before. Seul looked exhausted and calm in his embrace. His moist lips landed on top of her head to get her to wake up.

Few minutes later, she roused herself and with her eyes perfectly shut, he could see her sweet smile on her face “Did we fell asleep here?” she stretched a little, burying her face shyly in his chest.

Jimin chuckled, stroking her back gently “Yes, but we did get a good sleep anyway” Seul nodded and sat up followed by Jimin afterwards. As soon as her eyes landed on Jimin’s morning hair, she giggled and leaned closer. Raking her fingers in his soft lock, she stroked it gently, fixing it a little while Jimin was too busy staring at her.

“There you are set to go” she exclaimed. Her chirpy voice lightens up his world, what a good way to start a new day. “Oh shoot, it is late I need to clean the house and prepare you guys breakfast. I hope Jin is not awake yet” she combed her hair getting ready to leave.

“You go out first I will come out later. You don’t want to be bombarded by questions this early” he pinched her nose. Scrunching her nose cutely, she gave in with the idea. Seul arose from her feet and as she was about to leave, she skipped quickly to his side.

Dazed Jimin gave her a questionable look, she closed the gap between them, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned giddy over it and she heard her whisper “You said to give both of you a chance. So, I am giving both of you a chance. Good morning Jimin” with those last word, she skidded outside the room with a bright pink face.

Jimin buried himself once again under the soft blanket, letting himself fanboying over this small tingly feeling that he had this early. He would never regret his decision. Just like he said, he would only live the present for now. The future was still far ahead, anything could happen until then. If he worries the future now, it would be no fun in dealing with his every day’s life.

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Jin blinked at the figure who just walked pass him and he called her out before she could disappear further “Seul, you are awake?” she jolted and turned to face Jin nervously.

“Are you awake already? I am so sorry, I overslept Jin. Let me prepare the breakfast!” she walked over to Jin with guilt.

“Hey don’t worry Seul. It is my duty. Today, I want you to eat my cooking. May I know why are you coming out from that way?” he blinked, taking a good look at Seul’s flushed face.

Seul rubbed her arms, trying to find perfect answers which did not sound suspicious “I couldn’t sleep yesterday. I stayed in the lounge until I fell asleep” Jin lips was formed into an ‘o’ shape with a bright smile.

“Good morning hyu-“Jimin cleared his throat realizing the older guy had woken up and was interrogating Seul. She cursed in her head in frustration when she heard Jimin’s voice boomed across the hall. That called for another trouble.

Jin eyed the two suspiciously “And why are you not in your room, may I ask?” he probed with a hint of jealousy.

“I…fall asleep in Jungkook’s room.. We got carried away and we really had a long talk” he lied. Jimin and Seul exchanged nervous glance as both of them felt their brain momentarily froze due to Jin’s sudden appearance this morning.

“Really? Hurm.. Okay then.. go wash up and wake up others” a sigh of relief escaped from their lips. Jin bought it and that was good enough. Fleeing from the scene, Jimin quickly entered his room before he could ask him more question.

Jin travelled his eyes to Seul “You too go wash up. I will prepare breakfast for us alright?” he hushed her out from his territory causing the girl to pout in protest. She complied to Jin’s request anyways because after all, he almost caught her red handed a few second ago. How awful would it be if Jin found out Jimin and her fell asleep on the couch together?

Everyone was in the dining room an hour later, and for some reason the thick atmosphere was no longer there. Instead, the breakfast turned out to be lively and filled with laughter from every corner. The boys made Seul felt comfortable and she was grateful none of them brought up the sensitive topic anymore. So, they had decided to follow the flow and not to pressure themselves over petty things. Since Jimin and Jungkook had decided to play it nicely, there was nothing to be worried off.

Hoseok on the other hand had the time of his life, goofing around with Seul which she enjoyed every second the guy cracked his silly jokes. In fact, Kim Taehyung also showed his silly side making everyone cringe at his randomness. Everyone had opened up to each other and to have Seul in the picture gave more colours to their already meaningful life. After breakfast, Seul cleaned up the place like she usually does but only this time the boys offered their hands to help.

No matter how much she insisted of doing it alone, they were all stubborn. They only allowed her to do the laundry and cleaned the living room and their private lounge. Namjoon ordered his members to clean their own room which they complied without any complain. Even for the lazy bum Jungkook, surprisingly he was the first one to finish off the cleaning. Therefore, he went to Seul helping her with the laundry.

She had given up to nag or show her protest, so she let the boy to help. In exchanged of that, Seul had a good chat with Jungkook. It felt better to have conversation with Jungkook without his mask on. This felt too real to be truth, but this guy was down to earth. Every Bangtan members was not as snobby as she thought they appeared to be. They were not just effortlessly beautiful, but they were kind and relatable.

Relatable, that was the perfect way to describe them.

After good one-hour spring cleaning with Bangtan, they were ready to leave for their practice. Seul too was getting ready to leave for work, she bowed showing off her gratitude for letting her stay over a day “Thank you for letting me stay” she smiled.

“Need I to remind you this is your workplace too. Don’t be formal. We are glad to have you around” Jin ruffled her hair only to receive a low protest from Seul. She shot him a glare for messing up her hair. Jin raised his hand in defeat and shrugged.

“It is fun to clean the dorm with you Seul. Will we be able to meet you again next time?” Taehyung had a big fat smile across his face causing to squeal over his cuteness. “Of course, there will always be next time” she jabbed his arm playfully.

“Leave before your manager come up hunting you down. Have a good day ahead everyone” she waved as she watched one by one of them leaving. Jungkook gave her a brief hug with a wink, causing her to blush instantly.

She deadpanned mentally, trying to get used to his affection towards him.

Yoongi was fall behind and the sight in front of him, annoyed him to the core. He shoved his hand in his pocket pulling out a small paper resembled the sticky note. Scrutinizing his straight face, Seul looked down on her hand when he slipped the note on her palm.

“What is this?”

“Tomorrow, 4PM. Bungee jumping. It is a date” he dashed off without saying more. Seul gawked not believing what she just heard few seconds ago. Did Yoongi just ask her out for a date? It came to her realization; the small note was an admission ticket to the bungee jumping thing.

Does it mean, it isn’t just Jimin. Yoongi too? She grunted under her sharp breath. Seul was making sense out of this again. How was it possible to have three guys chasing after her fragile heart?

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Dianxia Dotes Upon the Demon King (Fic, TGCF, HC/XL)

Title: Dianxia Dotes Upon the Demon King Series: Heavenly Official’s Blessing (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Pairing: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian

Summary:

After Hua Cheng's return, Xie Lian is determined to aid in his recovery, and maybe spoil him a bit in the process.

Hua Cheng is more than eager to accept, but could do without his obnoxious sword's interference.

Link: AO3

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It had taken eight hundred years and one more for this sea to be filled. Filled with a collection of twigs and pebbles, cracked rice bowls and dented pots, of bobbing lanterns to light the path leading to the only destination Xie Lian cared to know: the tight embrace of Hua Cheng’s arms.

He had so much to tell his San Lang, so much to catch him up on, so many things he’d stored away in his heart to loose upon this day whenever it came. But he also had so much to hear from San Lang, and so many kisses to give. It was far too much for a little old god like himself to bear, and he felt his heart ache from the wondrous strain of carrying it.

“Gege,” Hua Cheng murmured. “You’re trembling.”

He was indeed, from everything altogether, but the chill night air was a factor to be sure. Xie Lian stilled Hua Cheng’s hand as it moved to slide his red cloak off his shoulders as an offering. He laced those fingers with his own, and guided them both upright.

His little mountain hut was humble, to be sure, but it was certainly more comfortable than rolling around in the grass all night. The bed-mat was – the bed-mat was comfortable enough, and – and just maybe big enough for two, if they pressed close…

Xie Lian felt his ears glowing red, and tilted his chin up to steal a glance at Hua Cheng. (Did he have to steal them, still? Would San Lang now allow him to take his fill?)

Hua Cheng’s handsome face was no longer smiling that sweet smile. He was instead glaring at the stewpot. Or maybe the individual stirring it.

“So that’s where you went,” Hua Cheng said darkly.

E-ming continued to stir the stew in the pot with his blade, the bells attached to his tasseled pommel jingling with each circuit made. He pretended to ignore Hua Cheng.

Xie Lian smiled at Hua Cheng brightly, and Hua Cheng’s sour look faltered.

“E-ming was all alone when you went away, and I couldn’t just let him fend for himself…” Xie Lian explained. “He’s kept me company. And is so handy around the house, just like San Lang!”

E-ming’s eye slit open, and he fixed Hua Cheng with a smug look. Hua Cheng’s sourness came back full force.

“Gege must have suffered so this past year,” Hua Cheng said. “But he needn’t trouble himself any longer. San Lang will handle all the chores from now on.”

E-ming gave a dangerous-sounding rattle, like a snake about to strike. He and Hua Cheng locked eye(s), ready to defend their claim to wait upon Xie Lian hand and foot by any means necessary –

“Absolutely not!” Xie Lian scolded. “San Lang won’t be straining himself any time soon, not after re-incorporating! In fact, he’s already done too much, too much!”

In one determined, fluid motion, Xie Lian hoisted Hua Cheng off his feet and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

“Gathering all those lanterns, climbing up this mountain,” Xie Lian continued fretfully. “You need your rest, and I won’t have you exhausting yourself for my sake when I’m perfectly capable of chopping wood and sweeping the floor on my own.”

Xie Lian crossed the room and easily tossed Hua Cheng onto the bed-mat – which he’d recently gathered some extra straw for, bless his intuition. Hua Cheng laid there where he landed, limp and sprawled out, staring up at Xie Lian with a mixture of shock and raw desperation. He looked almost like he was about to dissipate again. His poor San Lang! He was even more exhausted than Xie Lian had initially thought.

“Gege,” Hua Cheng croaked out weakly.

Xie Lian smiled at him gently. His hair was mussed, his robes also, from a day of work in the fields and from rolling around in the grass. He was tired, but his own exhaustion paled in comparison to the burning desire to care for his San Lang, to nurse him back to health, to spoil him as he’d longed to for this year and more.

His San Lang had had a hard life, a hard unlife. Xie Lian hardly considered himself worthy, but oh, he was so very full of love, and was so ready to give it to Hua Cheng.

“I’ll bring San Lang some stew in just a little bit,” Xie Lian murmured. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Hua Cheng’s lovely pale forehead. “He can rest until then.”

E-ming rattled insistently, and Xie Lian glanced over in concern.

“Oh, E-ming, you’ve worked so hard today,” Xie Lian fretted. “It’s time for you to rest, too.”

He bustled over to grasp E-ming’s hilt and hoist him out of the stewpot. Black, viscous tar oozed off E-ming’s blade. E-ming’s eye blinked and batted rapidly, and his whole self trembled and rattled like a needy puppy pleading for his master’s pats. Xie Lian cooed and fussed and obliged, stroking E-ming’s hilt as he carried him out to the bathing tub.

“We’ll be right back, San Lang!” Xie Lian called over his shoulder. “We just need to wash up!”

He’d hardly drawn enough water into the bathing tub for E-ming alone when he heard a commotion from inside. Hua Cheng stood at the door, heaving for breath. He glowered at E-ming, who lounged in the tub, and returned the glare measure for measure.

“San Lang!” Xie Lian exclaimed. “I thought I told you to stay in bed!”

“In any other circumstance, I could not refuse such an order from His Highness,” Hua Cheng said. “But San Lang wants a bath too.”

Xie Lian gasped, and hurried over to hoist Hua Cheng over his shoulder once more.

“Ah! San Lang, you’re right, it was so rude of me to not offer! Here, you and E-ming can have the bathwater first, I’ll manage later…”

He lowered Hua Cheng to his feet next to the bath, and, driven by hospitality and single-minded determination, yanked off Hua Cheng’s clothes without another word. Hua Cheng’s corporeal form briefly flickered in and out of sight, and he stumbled on his feet enough to topple into the bath.

“Now, I have this oil that works splendidly to polish E-ming,” Xie Lian went on, dragging out a small basket of supplies. “Perhaps it’d work on San Lang’s hair, as well? Wouldn’t that make sense, don’t you think? San Lang?”

Hua Cheng made a gurgling noise that Xie Lian took as a yes, and got to work wetting and washing the vast expanse of Hua Cheng’s raven-black locks. This task engrossed him – even if it had not, he would not have been able to hear the private discussion that Hua Cheng and E-ming were having in their shared array…

MASTER IS INTRUDING ON GEGE BATHTIME, E-ming accused. MASTER IS TOO BIG, AND MAKES GEGE NOT FIT IN THE TUB WITH E-MING. MAKES GEGE HAVE TO WAIT.

This perhaps hit home, and Hua Cheng felt a pang of guilt. He would build a splendid indoor bathing area in Qiandeng Temple for Xie Lian’s private use. An outdoor one, too, complete with hot springs, and non-alcoholic drink service at a floating bar in the middle.

“Your Highness,” Hua Cheng said with effort, unable to speak clearly with Xie Lian’s hands tugging at his hair. “Please. While the water’s warm. Come in.”

“I wouldn’t want to squish you and E-ming,” Xie Lian said. “Don’t worry, I’ll manage.”

MASTER ALSO HOGS SPECIAL STUFF GEGE USES TO POLISH E-MING, E-ming continued in his accusations.

Has my long absence caused you to forget your place?, Hua Cheng replied. His Highness doesn’t need to rely on your questionable assistance any longer.

E-MING IS OF MOST ASSISTANCE, E-ming stated. E-MING CHOPS, AND STIRS, AND DOES NOT USE UP ALL THE SPECIAL STUFF. GEGE CAN POLISH E-MING TEN TIMES BEFORE HE IS DONE TENDING TO MASTER’S TASSEL EVEN ONCE.

Useless and an idiot, Hua Cheng said. His Highness is truly too kind to have taken you in.

BIG AND STUPID WITH TOO MUCH TASSEL, E-ming shot back.

Useless and an idiot and not even sharp enough to cut a rotten orange.

BIG AND STUPID TOO MUCH TASSEL AND DOESN’T EVEN WRITE GOOD!

In this arms race of progressively more childish insults, there could be no winner. There was only one thing that could stop it: the angelic tones of Xie Lian’s laughter.

“Ah! Ruoye, you’re tickling me! Did you want to have a bath, too?” Xie Lian was peeking up his own sleeve as Ruoye swirled around his forearms and biceps. “Come now, don’t be shy. You know San Lang.”

Ruoye shyly slithered out and into the tub, peeping once at Hua Cheng before dunking itself under the surface of the water and disappearing into the depths. Xie Lian began to hum as he worked, fingers deep in Hua Cheng’s locks, combing the oil in with careful passes.

It was bliss.

It was more than Hua Cheng could’ve ever dreamed of.

It was almost enough to stop him from continuing to argue with his useless idiot not-sharp sword for the remainder of the bath.

(Almost.)

 --

 After a delicious dinner – made all the more delicious by Xie Lian’s insistence on spoon-feeding Hua Cheng, and made into a transcendent dining experience by Hua Cheng’s successful gamble at pleading for Xie Lian’s lap as a pillow for his weary head – Xie Lian still failed to join Hua Cheng on the bed-mat. Drunk on power and love both, Hua Cheng was fully ready to pout and whine and plead for his gege to warm his poor frail San Lang, but was briefly distracted by a kiss to his forehead, his cheek, and then a hesitant, shy press of lips against his own.

“I’ll come to bed in a little while,” Xie Lian promised. “It’s time for E-ming’s lessons.”

Hua Cheng’s eyebrow arched so high that his forehead crinkled. Xie Lian giggled and kissed it again. If Hua Cheng’s heart still beat, it would have burst a thousand times over. Still, regarding the topic at hand…

“Gege is too kind to try and teach him anything,” Hua Cheng said. “Truly, anyone would have forgiven you for giving it up as a lost cause.”

Xie Lian blinked, then shook his head. “Oh, no, he’s a wonderful student. His calligraphy has come so far! Here, let us show you…”

Xie Lian grabbed a length of paper, and hung it from the wall – a blank scroll, ready to be written upon. E-ming floated over, hovering, waiting for his teacher’s instructions. Xie Lian tapped his chin thoughtfully.

“Today…how about a few passages from the Shan Hai Jing? E-ming’s choice of chapter.”

E-ming rattled eagerly, then flung himself to the ground to roll around on the wetted inkstone Xie Lian had provided for him. Once thoroughly covered, he launched himself end-over-end at the hanging scroll, and splatted against it with an audible sound. He pried himself off, shook off the remaining ink, and blinked once, twice at his handiwork before squinting and wiggling a delighted rattling dance.

 Three thousand ninety li farther southeast,

then northeast,

stands Departing-Doves Mountain. On its heights are many mulberry trees.

There is a bird dwelling here whose form resembles a crow

with a patterned head, white beak, and red feet.

It is called Jingwei and makes a sound like its name. 

 Not only was it legible, it was impeccable work. Even Hua Cheng couldn’t argue that. Xie Lian clapped at E-ming’s little dance, and gave him a kiss to his hilt as he floated close and seemed to plead for it.

“Of course, of course, good students get a hug and a kiss,” Xie Lian assured him, and wiped off a smudge of ink from E-ming’s blade with his thumb. “Now, four more repetitions and it’s time for bed…”

He’d been born a lowly peasant, illiterate and uneducated. He’d had to twist Black Water’s arm (literally) to force him to teach him the basics of reading and writing, back in the day, and it still didn’t come naturally to him.

Hua Cheng was never destined to be a good student. No, he was destined to be a bother and a pest.

And every part of him was alight with the determination to be just that.

“Gege…” Hua Cheng said in plaintive tones. “Can’t San Lang join class, too?”

E-ming’s eye narrowed at him.

MASTER DOES NOT EVEN KNOW THE CLASSROOM READING LIST.

Don’t I? Oh, I think I do.

MASTER IS A LIAR AND A CAD.

Yes, of course, the Shan Hai Jing; my favorite part is when the wicked Demon King wins the hand of the beautiful prince in marriage, and they ride off into the sunset on a giant flying fish…

E-ming rattled furiously. NOTHING NO PART NOT ANYTHING NOTHING AT ALL IN SHAN HAI JING ABOUT MASTER AND GEGE AND A FISH!!

Xie Lian was too delighted at the idea of teaching Hua Cheng to notice the renewed battle of wills, and was already at Hua Cheng’s bedside with paper and ink and brushes.

“I’d love to have San Lang as a student! Of course, we’ll have to get you up to speed with E-ming, but San Lang is so clever, and such a quick study…I know he’ll be just as good a student.”

Hua Cheng leaned in, smiling wide. Xie Lian looked up to see his face just an inch way, and flushed a deep red.

“Good students get a hug and a kiss,” Hua Cheng cited his teacher’s words from earlier. “What do bad students get, I wonder?”

Xie Lian studied Hua Cheng’s face for a moment or two, considering.

“Ruoye,” he said quietly. “Go tuck E-ming into bed in the other room.”

  (Hua Cheng did not ride off into the sunset on a giant flying fish, but, well. It sure was something.)

#天官赐福 #tgcf #heavenly official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #hualian #a tenderly crafted fanfiction

[shodansbabygirl]

My relationship with weed lately has just been medicating with flower and edibles for A While and then my tolerance gets too high and I try to upgrade to concentrates or dry herb vapes to eek out as much thc as I can and that's were she fuckin gets me and I end up like I am today, bed bound and wheezing and like there's a resistance band squishing my ribs.

And I have no idea why because prior to living in Arizona I have never had such severe symptoms associated with inhalant irritation/damage. Like my current working theories are:

Environmental: AZ is a lot dryer than everywhere else I've lived, and Phoenix is a lot more polluted than anywhere else I've lived, these combined have brought out the fact that my lungs are actually sensitive. (Even in this case I believe I have suffered some damage to my lungs from my constant cigarette and weed usage, but abstaining for only a few days brings my lungs right back to healthy function, so I don't think it's terrible damage.)

Temperature: The pax probably burned (lol) me so bad because the heat was much higher than I would use with most other vapes, and a pax has less ventilation so the vapor stays hotter than those other vapes. But I don't think concentrate pens really produce hotter vapor than a nicotine liquid vape would? I could be wrong though, and with both the pax and carts, in this case, I need to add water filtration to cool down the vapor. Considering my environmental factors I probably need to use warmer water in my water pipes so the vapor can be moist and slightly cooled, instead of cold and dry.

What if my lungs are bad now?: well that'd be bad cause I cannot afford to see a doctor for any kind of verification about that. So I hope it's not this. I don't have any ideas for fixing this one.

Anyways I'm going to abstain for a few days until my fucking breathing sacks work right again, then with my freshly slightly lowered tolerance go back to using flower in ways that doesn't make me unable to move. And like the idiot stoner I am, I will continue fucking around with the pax and concentrate pens to figure out how I can use them without this happening. Because I'd really like for that to be possible because it is so much easier to medicate my chronic pain with a concentrate pen.

#Yes I am sure this shortness of breath is solely inhalant irritation or damage based atm #It's not covid because it came out of no where and I still have my sense of taste and smell and no fever and really no exposure to covid #Because I never leave my house #And I certainly can't now I mean God just imagine if I smoked weed until I can't fuckin move or breathe and then got covid #I'd be wicked dead #Weed m

[runningracingdancingchasing]

would it annoy you if i said 'ALL the numbers'? shkshf

You caught me bored, Charlie. (And no one else has asked me any.) XD Here we go!

30 Character Questions!

1. When they tap their fingers do they use the pads of their fingers or their nails?   Rapunzel uses her nails. She likes the sound, and sometimes it turns into impromptu percussion experiments.

2. What textures can they absolutely not stand? I don’t know if she’s ever come across a texture she absolutely can’t stand, but there are some textures that are Wrong(tm) in certain contexts. Like walking through something slimy, or putting it on your skin? That’s fine. Eating slime and only slime is another matter.

3. How long can they go without showering before they feel gross? Well obviously, this depends upon what she’s been doing (and is verse-dependent), but if it’s an average day where she hasn’t really been sweating, she can go two days without bathing, then bath on the third. When her hair is short, she washes it with every shower, but when it’s supernaturally long, she washes it twice a month, and uses oil-absorbing powders that she can brush out to keep it mostly clean in the meantime. (In a modern AU where she’s got naturally long hair, she washes it with every shower.) Though she tends to shower less when she’s depressed and not be aware of how gross she’s starting to feel.

4. Do they leave clothes on the floor or a chair? Neither. Dirty clothes go in a hamper (or get sent to the laundry in canon-verse) and clean clothes get put away. The only time you’re likely to find a lot of clothes strung about her room is either when they’re newly made and on display, or if she’s been trying a lot of things on, rapid-fire. (Or, you know, when they’ve been taken off - usually along with someone else’s clothes - and hastily thrown about because she has much more pressing things on her mind.)

5. Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed? Closed. The only thing that will prevent her from sleeping with a closed door is not having a door to close.

6. Which do they prefer: 3am or 3pm? 3 PM. She might be both a morning person and an evening person, but 3 AM is the middle of the night. Even when she’s up at that hour, she’s aware that it’s a strange hour to be awake. Still, the world tends to be peaceful and quiet at 3 AM, and if she is awake, she tries to appreciate it.

7. If they suddenly woke up with animal ears and tails what animal would they be? I often liken Rapunzel to an excited puppy, so probably doggie ears and tail.

8. If they could only eat one thing for 20 days straight what would it be? I’m going to assume you mean a freshly-made whatever-it-is, and not made once then have leftovers for 20 days, in which case the answer is: A salad, but the kind with a meat protein in it, and cheese and maybe seeds. An interesting salad, that’s not only good for you, but satisfying. Like steak and strawberry salad. It’s not that it’s her favorite food, but she knows it would be both tasty and healthy and she wouldn’t feel like crap at the end of the 20 days.

9. Are they the type to re-read a book? :looks at the camera like she’s on The Office:

10. Would they want to know the exact date and time of their death? Nah. I don’t think she’d mind knowing if it just... came up somehow, but she wouldn’t seek it out, or ask for it if it was offered. She enjoys not knowing what’s going to happen. (And if she did find out, she might get a little obsessive about it for a while.)

11. What’s their favourite mythological creature? While she doesn’t have a single specific one (she has a lot of trouble picking favorite anythings), she does feel something of a kinship to phoenixes.

12. If they had to listen to one song on repeat 100+ times what would it be? Ooooh, just one song? I think that might drive her nuts before too long. XD But at least she’d get to choose. So she’d probably pick something that reminds her favorably of someone she loves, maybe something with a little bounce to it, interesting tune and instrumentation. Hmm... Then again, she might go with something soothing that’s easy to tune out, so it wouldn’t bother her so much.

13. Do they believe in an afterlife? She does. In canon-verse, she believes that people come back as sunlight, and that every time you’re particularly aware of the sensation of sunlight on your skin, it’s someone you love and lost coming to see how you are.

14. When they get tired do their eyelids twitch? That happens when you’re tired?! I thought that was just like...a stress thing! Anyway, no.

15. What are their favourite textures? Oh, she loves all kinds of textures. She loves silkiness and fur rubbed against her skin, the squish of silt between her toes, stubbly hair (someone else’s) rubbing on her stomach and inner thighs, the texture of a breeze that’s only a few degrees different from the ambient air brushing by, soft strands of hair sliding through her fingers, reptile skin (on a living reptile, thanks), the tickle of feathers, the firm pliability of clay... The list goes on.

16. Do they crack their joints? She’s not, like, a knuckle-popper, but she does delight in her joints popping when she stretches.

17. Would they eat/drink something too hot or wait for it to cool? She’d try it when it was too hot, blow on it, and suffer the consequences. Then she’d either try it gain before it had cooled enough, or wait until it was cooler than she likes before trying again.

18. Are they the type to adopt strays? (Animals or people) :looks at the camera again: It’s like... her biggest hobby that she doesn’t realize is a hobby.

19. Do they get work done straight away or wait until the last moment? Straight away. She likes getting tasks done, and also likes the leisure that comes once they are.

20. How do they bathe/shower? Long or short? Hot or cold? A time for everything. Current weather is a big factor, as is how she’s been feeling. They’re almost always average-to-long, but bath or shower, cold or hot, all really depends on her mood.

21. Are they the type to daydream? Absolutely. And she doodles while she does it. Or daydreams while she doodles.

22. Do they work best in a messy space or a neat space? Both? I mean, it almost always starts neat, gets messy, then gets neat again when she’s done with what she’s doing. She might not clean up until everything she’s working on is done, though.

23. Do they keep any personal photos? Certainly! In modern AUs, she’s actually quite the photographer, herself!

24. Do they indulge in anything? She indulges in everything, from hobbies to studies. If she wants to try something, she does her damndest to try it! She indulges in indulging.

25. Would they do the exact opposite of what someone says just to spite them? It’s not a regular character trait of hers, but yes. She is stubborn, and when she gets in the right mood, she would absolutely be that level of spiteful.

26. If they’re alone and hear a noise would they go and investigate? Absolutely! Curiosity beats fear every time!

27. If they’re lost what is the first thing they would do? Stay in a tower for 18 years waiting for someone to find her. Climb to high ground to see if she can locate her party, or at least her starting- or intended ending-point.

28. What is that one dream that makes no sense but is absolutely terrifying? The one where she’s a music box dancer and she hates the tune she dances to but can’t do anything about it. The person winding the music box laughs and laughs.

29. What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done just because someone said they couldn’t? Slid down a curving banister while standing up. She broke her arm. (Joke’s on them, she learned how to do it flawlessly after that.)

30. Are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured? Stoic at the time of the injury, melodramatic about the trauma afterwards.

#meme #Headcanons #xiaolindude

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

Asks!! If you had to pic a fav character of Pedro's, who would you pick and why?? (Tough, I know!!) Thank you for answering 🥰💜

Oh my GOD why would you even ASK me this. What the heck just rip out my heart and stomp on it why don’t you lol. UGH ok.

While it was tough, I narrowed it down to my top three pretty quickly: Javi, Whiskey, and Oberyn. I love the others, but for various reasons these three really stand out to me. For one reason or another these three really appeal to my inner stubborn asshole who does things her own way even if all evidence points to it being the wrong way lol. I think the first one I have to eliminate from there is Whiskey, surprisingly enough. While I LOVE the cowboy thing, that’s honestly the only thing that edges him ahead, so if you take that away the other two pull away from the pack.

Both Javi and Oberyn make some TRULY stupid decisions all in the name of pursuing single mindedly their One Goal. Both of them have a freer, open mind when it comes to love and relationships, though Oberyn is more soft and romantic about it whereas Javi is practical and cynical. While markedly different in most respects, their wardrobes are both gorgeous and suffer from the same open shirt nor no shirt problem lol. Both are extremely well versed in their respective weaponry, I don’t know why that’s always such a turn on for me, I’m sorry I just can’t help myself I’m not normally so warmongering I swear lol. Both of them have Flattering and Distinctive facial hair and speak multiple languages (it’s always good to know about talented tongues). UGH THEY’RE SO SIMILAR HOW CAN I CHOOSE.

Ok. Listen I know she’s like always a deciding factor, but I just can’t help it- I have to pick Oberyn bc with Oberyn comes Ellaria and I love her so much. I don’t think life would ever get dull with this Prince of Dorne, and you know if you could just convince him not to play with his food before stabbing it in the stomach and walking away from the battleground, you could live happily ever after with a satisfied and revenged Dornishman who hasn’t had his skull squished like an overripe melon. Plus can you imagine the stories he could tell of his wayward youth? Yeah, I’m def gonna say Oberyn Martell on this one.

#ask and ye shall recieve

[uribo-in-space]

Star Trek TOS First Time Viewing  Reaction - S2E2: Who Mourns for Adonais?

DISCLAIMER: I have seen some TNG and Voyager when I was a child and later the AOS movies as a teenager. I felt quarantine time was the right moment to begin the ambitious project “Star Trek marathon 2020/(2021?20??)”, meaning I’m going to watch all of Star Trek starting with TOS finishing with Disco (or maybe we have Strange New Worlds by the time I catch up haha). I started TOS last month and I AM LIVING. IT’S AWESOME and sparks so much joy. I decided I could just write up my thoughts as I am viewing it for the first time as a memory of the experience, not knowing most episodes at all. So, there we go.

Spoilers obviously - just in case somebody else is 50 years late like me, haha.

Opening scene: Scotty flirts with a female lieutenant on the bridge. So far so cute. What about the dialogue from Bones and Kirk accompanying this scene though?

MCCOY: I'm not sure I like that, Jim. KIRK: Why, Bones? Scotty's a good man. MCCOY: And he thinks he's the right man for her, but I'm not sure she thinks he's the right man. On the other hand, she's a woman. All woman. One day she'll find the right man and off she'll go, out of the service. KIRK: I like to think of it not so much losing an officer as gaining SCOTT: Come along. (He and Carolyn enter the turbolift.) KIRK: Actually, I'm losing an officer.

like - what? I had to rewatch this scene to fully understand what they’re saying. I think it’s interesting that, despite TOS being like 50 years old now, I find it easy to forget we’re actually in the 60s/70s when binge watching. Watching it now is sometimes a weird meta experience as you tend to overlook elements that were considered super futuristic in the 60s but are perfectly normal now, so that you actually miss some FUTURISTIC elements because you’re living those aspects of FUTURE already. Yes, of course women quitting their jobs after marriage still happens, but it is not considered a “rule” or “natural order of events” anymore, and is (talking from a western perspective) more of a choice and you would not assume this happening automatically. Especially if you produced an utopian sci-fi series today, that concept would probably not be included. Anyway, it’s pretty interesting that female Starfleet members seem to drop out of service after marriage and it is not considered something a captain or anyone can do something about in the future (I mean, apparently the men still continue their service? I only have divorced Bones for reference so far though). Anyway, TLDR, I am not judging the 60s relics as they are a product of their time, I think they are rather an interesting addition to the viewing experience in 2020, considering the writers did think this concept would persist in the far future. Back to the episode.

IS THAT A GIANT HAND IN SPACE

I love that Chekov casually assumes he has hallucinations - like bro do you have reasons to believe that and what did you do in your free time

This hand really kills me. I also could not believe what I am seeing but I love it

Spock stating he is not offended because you need emotions to be offended - interesting, Spock, so what happened when Kirk pulled a yo mama joke on you in that Paradise Hippie Love Romance Pollen episode (man that was a gem of an episode)

Chekov has one of the most HILARIOUS lines in that episode (next to having one of the most hilarious hairstyles, his hairstyle looks like an interesting over the top take on the Beatles haircut and his head looks so much like a mushroom I feel like he has a side job in Mario Kart):

APOLLO: Search your most distant memories, those of the thousands of years past, and I am there. Your fathers knew me, and your father's fathers. I am Apollo.

CHEKOV: And I am the tsar of all the Russias.

KIRK: Mister Chekov.

CHEKOV: I'm sorry, Captain. I never met a god before.

Chekov be sassy to gods

I can’t let this haircut go, as it got me thinking: Is there a hairdresser on the Enterprise?

That’s a thing to explore

What gossip that person might hear sign me up

So, the guy really is the God Apollo huh

Costume note 1: That toga Apollo wears is SO SMALL like - “SIR nice to meet you but you’re REVEALING THINGS please sit with more modesty OR - NO NOT LIKE THAT”

Costume note 1, addition: Nice to see the ratio of revealing costumes of men & women wearing sexy revealing clothing in this episode is very equal

Apollo really has a worshipping kink huh

But as a Greek god you probably have that

Also where ARE the other gods? Like he just casually says they are all gone... “with the wind” but... why? Did they suffer from worship withdrawal like he does now?

Also: I really LOVE the concept they introduced that the Ancient Greek gods were just a bunch of space travellers visiting Earth who decided to chill there for a while and be all powerful and worshipped. But as Kirk says in the end they were a huge factor for mankind to move to the Golden Age, which is a cool thought.

Seriously what a fun premise? I would watch that as a series. Hera, Artemis, Zeus, Apollo etc. all chilling on their ship and having fights and romances and space adventures on strange planets. I imagine them being a really chaotic and high-maintenance bunch though

Thinking about it, Apollo said he was a demi-god with a human mother (if I understood that correctly) so basically he was born on Earth and never saw (what I assumed is) their home planet until he was an adult and they returned (why did they return?)? But the Enterprise crew defeats him by finding out his “god powers” are actually originating from the temple structure on the planet, so does that work long distance then?? Like they could access their home planet powers from far away...? And not the powers themselves are passed down by genes but rather the access to it? Or is it that they need worship to thrive (like that’s why it worked on Earth and they just need a temple?) Questions over questions. Love the concept overall.

Kirk, Scotty and Chekov talking about energy patterns and science and how to defeat Apollo (also Chekov you’re such a smart boy! and he says he is only 22 in this episode awwW and the others are looking at him like - wow a child is with us) and Bones just randomly... grabs a bowl of fruit, holds it a bit and puts it aside - as I saw no note for that in the script I think it was improvised by Kelley... but why? Like was somebody from the staff whispering last minute “oh no that bowl is ruining the shot take it away subtly if you can”? It really startled me but it’s kinda funny.

Chekovs hair is even more FLUFFY and voluminous in this scene like did they bring the Enterprise’s hairdresser with them? (It’s cute)

CHEKOV: Perhaps if I assisted. KIRK: How old are you? CHEKOV: Twenty two, sir. KIRK: Then I'd better handle it.

Also I like protective Scotty in this episode. I think it is one of the first times he really gets some character development and proper screen time

Kirk being choked by Apollo is on the thin line of really intense acting and passing into Shatners school of overacting but - it works so I am giving a thumbs up for very INTENSE acting

I feel somebody shouted at him “MORE INTENSE” “MORE MOANING” “INTENSITYYY” “BE MORE CHOKED”

Lieutenant Carolyn is kind of a weak character and is pretty much the embodiment of a 60s ideal of a woman but HELL she is beautiful

Costume Note 3: I actually like the cut of her costume, it is an imaginative take on the toga and also sexy - I was surprised they aired it like that tbh - like from one side it looks like she is topless really

Costume Note 3 addition: but then HOW did they fix it? Like she’s not wearing any kind of bra and the fabric is not attached to anything so I guess they glued it to her skin in a lot of places huh - also there is a scene with a storm and a strong wind where I feel the way she tries to protect and cover herself is not just acting but really an attempt by the actress to catch her costume from flying away and not trusting the glue the costume people used

I don’t want to imagine how many wardrobe malfunctions she had with that costume and how many times she stood there topless in front of everyone so... idk

I guess same goes for Apollos costume lol so fair

On a more positive note on the portrayal of women is Uhura’s role here. Her in that mechanics uniform building a bypass circuit in that crammed space under her console (she still has her full hairdo which gets all squished oh NO and the hairdresser is down on the planet fixing Chekovs mushroom!) - you go girl

UHURA: Mister Spock, I haven't done anything like this in years. If it isn't done just right, I could blow the entire communications system. It's very delicate work, sir.

SPOCK: I can think no one better equipped to handle it, Miss Uhura. Please proceed.

Thumbs up for the supporting Spock.

Also I love every time Spock takes over the Bridge. It’s so cool.

So that’s all! Overall a campy episode at first look but I was pleasantly surprised by the concept of the Greek Gods being space travellers etc. Thumbs up for that giant hand too (pun intended). I like to imagine that like with episodes that play in a middle-age setting they just had a set from another movie lying around and thought - how can we make this a strange planet - but that’s really part of the charme of it for me.

This was a long text huh.

BONUS QUOTE (or rather BONES QUOTE?) - as it was my favorite:

MCCOY: To coin a phrase, fascinating. 

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The Unicorn - Chapter 14

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Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader x Pepper Potts

Warnings:  Sex talk.  Pregnancy

Synopsis:  The three of you go house shopping in New York to see if you can find something you’re all happy with.

Chapter 14

Over the next few weeks, things ramped up a lot.  There was another ultrasound to be had at 8 weeks and Tony and Pepper were determined to figure out where you should all live that gave the best options for school and work.

You seemed completely nonplussed on the issue.  You still went to Avengers training in the early morning and you continued going to your lab in the afternoon.  Just now before you left you seemed to struggle with the thought that you might throw up first.

By the time of the eight-week ultrasound, you weren't just thinking about it.  You had to factor in an extra ten minutes for throwing up before you made your way down for the dawn run.  It never stopped you though.  If you could go to training hungover a little bit of morning sickness wasn't going to stop you.

The strange thing was that Pepper seemed to be suffering with it too.  Initially, the three of you had put it on her just not handling vomit very well.  It wasn’t a totally uncommon thing that when someone threw up it might set someone else off.  Pepper had never been the weak stomached type but it was possible worries about the pregnancy was already making her slightly nauseated.

By the time of the ultrasound both Tony and you were teasing her about it being sympathy vomit.

The ultrasound went fine everyone was excited to see the twins again.  They still kind of just looked like a weird blurry picture of packaging peanuts.   Tony did still feel both relieved and excited when he heard the fast squish-squish sound of their heartbeats.

After the ultrasound, the three of you went to the first of the choices for the new home.  New York City.

When Tony had made the move to the compound he’d dissolved all his property.  Avengers Tower had become the Baxter Building.  It was probably the least practical course for them because it would mean reopening a branch of Stark Industry so that Pepper had an office and you had a lab, buying a home, and possibly opening a branch of the Avengers if you were set on remaining on the team after your maternity leave was up.

Tony had booked them the penthouse suite at the Gramercy Park while they looked at options.

“Dalton.  That’s the reason.”  Pepper said.  Her heels clicked loudly on the garish marble floors of the Upper East Side mansion they were inspecting.

The house was hideous.  The ‘American Renaissance’ period of architecture was a travesty.  The whole place, with its marble floors, chandeliers, ceiling murals featuring cherubs and gold scrollwork, looked more like a museum than a home.  It was dated, to say the least.  And dated to a period of opulence with no taste or subtlety.  All Tony could think was apart from the library which he’d keep for Pepper (the murals would have to go), the pool and the cinema, he’d gut the whole thing and start over.

“I don’t know, Pep.  It could have 100 Dalton’s but there’s no yard…”

“There’s a roof garden.”

“You want the twins playing on the roof?”  He said raising an eyebrow.

“Right, of course.”  She said heading into the kitchen.  “This is nice.”

“Yeah.  Very light and spacious.  I still think… I’d have to invest at least a cool billion to have us set up and even then it wouldn’t be right and it doesn’t feel like a home.”  He said running his hand over the floating kitchen island.

“What do you think?”  Pepper asked turning to you.

“I don’t love it.”  You said.  “I mean, doesn’t it scream masked orgy to you?  I bet naked asses have been all over everything.”

“Oh yeah.  I thought it looked familiar.”  Tony teased.

“God, you’re disgusting,”  Pepper said, whacking him.  Tony laughed and rubbed his arm.  “Well, we don’t have to get this one.  There were more options.”

“Yeah, but they’ll all be either Townhouses or Penthouses.  They won’t be where we can teach them to ride their bikes or run around with their dog.  We’ll have to take them to the park every time we want to do something like that.”  Tony said.  “Plus there’s the other investments involved.  S.I. is upstate now.  I’d have to reopen here.”

“The Avengers.”  You added.

“Yeah, I moved that because it was unsafe to have it just - in the middle of the city.”  Tony agreed.

Pepper pursed her lips.  She didn’t like that you wanted to stay with the Avengers the same way she didn’t like that Tony wouldn’t give up being Iron Man back in the day.  “We can consider it though right?  That’s what we’re doing here?  Looking at each option and picking the best?”

“Yeah, you're right.  Being here is better than in the compound.”  Tony conceded.  “I don't know how big the pull to Dalton is compared to just buying land near the compound and building exactly what we want though.”

“There aren't any schools around the compound though.”  Pepper complained.

“Start your own one, Elon Musk style.”  You said.

“We are not starting our own one like Elon.”  Pepper said sternly.

“I don't know… Maybe we should.  Give another incentive for people to stay on if it was more family friendly.”  Tony said with a shrug.

“Tony…”  Pepper sighed.  He knew that tone so he dropped it.

You went out to the balcony and looked out over the park.  Tony came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.  “It is a cool city though.”  You said.

“I won't argue that.”  He agreed, kissing your neck.

“Can we get out of this house?  I feel like I'm in a museum and the temptation to just touch everything for no good reason is making my fingers itchy.”  You said.

Tony chuckled and his hands ran over your stomach.  It was still far too early to show.  Even so, he loved that he could touch you and know that his children were in there and it wouldn’t be too long until he got to hold them.  It helped put that nervous impatience he felt in check.  “I’d gut it if we bought it.”

“Oh, yeah?”  You said turning in his arms.  “Not the library.”

“No, but that mural for sure.  I’d make it more shelves.”

“Oh, tell me more.”

“All the ugly ass marble and gold would go.  I’d change the light fittings to something sleeker but still a feature.  I’d keep timber as a feature, but make it less ornate.  Sleek lines but the timber would make it feel more home than office like.  The art would be modern but not surreal.  Maybe some Warhol and Pollack.  Maybe include some impressionists to break it up.  I’d install FRIDAY obviously.  The kitchen would be a similar layout but modern.  White and black.  Granite tops not marble.  I'd make the first floor about entertaining and the top two for us.  Bedrooms.  Living room.  That would be our family space.  It would be warmer colors.  Colors that take mess more.  I'd put a lab for us in the basement.  Probably a garage too but I might keep my of my collection out here.  There would be an office for Pep.  A gym.  I'd keep the cinema and the pool.”

You grinned and pecked his lips.  “Your mind has been racing even though you don't want this place.”

“Well, I mostly just want my girls to be happy.  If buying this eyesore makes you happy, then I’m happy.”  He said.

“That’s sweet.  But it won’t.  I don’t even think Pepper is sold on it.”  You said pulling him back inside.  “God, that bathroom is going to be in my nightmares.  The green marble toilet.”

Tony laughed.  “Yeah, that would be first to go.”

They made their back inside and found Pepper coming down the stairs followed by the real estate agent.  “Okay.  Let's go.  I think I’ve seen enough.”

“Good.  Let’s get something to eat.”  Tony said.  “I’m feeling Gray’s Papaya.”

Pepper scrunched her nose.  “I think the smell would make me throw up.”   She said.  “If you want local let’s go to Katz’s.”

You looked her up and down.  “You’re gonna need to dial in this sympathy sickness thing or see a doctor because I feel like you’re stealing my thunder.”

She scowled.  “I’m not doing it on purpose.”

“So, go see a doctor.”  You pushed.

Tony followed you outside where Happy was waiting with the car.  The three of you slid into the back seat and Pepper huffed.  “I just… it’s only in the mornings or certain smells.  It’s got to just be some weird sympathy thing.”

“Maybe you’re actually pregnant,”  Tony said.  He’d meant it as a joke but as soon as the words were out of his mouth it was like something clicked into place.  Maybe she was pregnant.  He couldn’t remember when she last had her period, and they’d been tracking it regularly right up until they did the first IVF run with you.

“Ha-ha, very funny, Tony.”  Pepper snarked.

“But maybe you are pregnant, Pepper.”  You said.

“You do kind of look like you’re glowing.”  Happy added looking in the rearview mirror.

“No.  How could I be?  We did all that IVF.”  She stopped talking and seemed to try and count something off on her fingers.  “How could I be?”

“Hap, stop at a pharmacy and get some pregnancy tests would you?”  Tony said.

“You got it, boss.”  Happy replied and swerved the car around, double parking it outside a CVS on Lexington.  He jumped out and ran inside as horns sounded behind him and someone cursed them as they went around.

“But… we couldn’t.  It wasn’t working.”  Pepper said.

“I can’t explain it Pepper, but it’s possible, right?  It would explain this.”  Tony said.

“How come you get glowing and I get a breakout on my jaw?”  You snarked.

“The glow is oily skin.”  Pepper said absentmindedly.  “It depends on how dry your skin was to begin with.”

“God damn it.”  You cursed.

“What will we do?”  Pepper said looking at him.  “We already have twins.”

“Triplets?”  Tony said making an exaggerated shrug.  He was pretty far from actually being worried about this.  He was actually pretty excited at the thought of the possibility of a large instant family.

“Does it count as triplets if two different people are carrying them?”  You asked.

“I don’t know.  I mean, they’re genetically me and Pepper and they’ll be due roughly the same time.” He mused.  “What counts?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s housed in the same uterus.”  You said.

“Can we please argue about that when I’m not freaking out”  Pepper groaned.

Happy ran back out and jumped into the car passing the paper bag back to Tony.  “Hotel?”  He asked.

“Yes, please,”  Pepper said.

“And can you swing past Katz’s after.  Get us some Matzo Ball Soup, a garden salad, and a Reuben.”  Tony added.

“And Knish.”  You added.  “Potato ones.”

“Sure thing.”  Happy said pulling back into traffic.

He drove the three of you back to the Gramercy and Tony lead you and Pepper back up to the Penthouse.  Pepper was in full panic mode by the time they got upstairs and rushed straight into the main bathroom and locked the door.

“Are you okay in there, Pepper?”  You called, leaning on the door.

“Yes, leave me alone to pee in peace.”  She called back.

You snorted and moved to Tony.  “Well then,”  You said.  “I bet she is.”

“I’m not taking that bet.”  He said.

“Oh go on.  A billion dollars.  I’ll bet you a billion dollars.”

“What do you need a billion dollars for?”

You shrugged and flopped down on the couch.   The door opened and Pepper slumped out.  “Positive.  There wasn’t even a wait for lines to show.  It was right away.”

Tony rushed to her side and pulled her into a hug.  A second later you had slammed into their sides and hugged them both tightly.

“Oh my god, this is amazing,”  Tony said.

“We’re going to be pregnant at the same time.  How awesome is that?”  You added.

“I don’t - how - how do we do this?”  She said.  “How did this happen?”

Tony really didn’t know the answer to that.  All he knew for sure was he had the resources and he was excited.  He was going to be part of a big family and he’d make sure they didn’t have to worry about anything.

// NEXT

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my first humble offering to the ineffable husbands fandom - what if Aziraphale’s wings had their own feelings about Crowley?

of feathers and rebellion  [4k; AO3; FF.net]

Aziraphale had read the expression “heart aflutter” in countless books but this was the first time he truly understood it. He supposed humans used it because they didn’t have wings.

At first, he thought it was an Earth thing. After all, the first time it happened was in the Garden, as he felt the humidity of the oncoming rain slipping between his feathers – not necessarily a pleasant sensation but alleviated by the steady gusts of wind coming from the east and completely obscured by the insistent tug to the left that he felt at the sight of the gathering dark clouds.

Without his volition, Aziraphale’s wing was lifting and stretching, primaries curling slightly to form a shelter for the demon beside him. There was an unusual tension running through the bones of his wings (there had been an anxious little ball in Aziraphale’s stomach ever since he was stationed here, given this heavy responsibility, flaming sword and all, but this was a different kind of tension altogether – one that ran from one phalanx to the other and left an insistent itch right between his wings, where he wouldn’t be able to reach even if he tried).

Then the demon shuffled closer and Aziraphale wondered at the soft sigh in his feathers, the pleased flutter of his coverts, settling almost contently despite the chilly drops that were soon tapping against their surface – their suddenly very determined and resilient surface.

Really at this point Aziraphale was being ridiculous. Angel wings weren’t sentient. Not really. They were extremely sensitive and rather well-attuned to their owner’s feelings but, seeing as Aziraphale hadn’t formed any particular feelings toward storms yet – the wetness was rather inconvenient but there was something fascinatingly cleansing about the whole thing – and Crowley’s words had somewhat smoothed over his most pressing worries about the sword, he didn’t really understand why his wings were being so… willful.

It was only logical – reasonable, perfectly sensible – to assume that Earth was the cause of it – a place made for the humans, not for beings like him and Crowley with their decidedly unearthly wings.

Really, looking at it this way, it was completely understandable that Aziraphale’s wings would tense and toughen and tingle with this strange protectiveness, uncertain of this world that they found themselves in, perhaps even a tad afraid of it.

“Oh, poor dears.”

“What was that?”

Aziraphale turned to look at the demon – his red hair somehow still shining under the combined shadow of the rain clouds and Aziraphale’s wing – and felt the tingle down his humerus again. Perhaps they felt threatened by this hellish presence as well. This was also perfectly logical and Aziraphale soothed them in his mind, promising that the demon beside him posed no danger and surprising even himself with how confident he sounded.

“Oh, nothing. Just… the storm, on their first day all alone.” He waved in the direction of Adam and Eve and watched Crowley’s head follow his motion with a hum of agreement.

Aziraphale meant to look away as well but then one of his secondaries drooped a little – usually a perfectly normal occurrence, currently a sharp contrast to the disciplined arch of all the rest – the white of it such a stunning contrast to the crimson strands it brushed against that Aziraphale didn’t think there was anything more pleasing he could turn his gaze on at this moment.

///

“Really now,” the angel muttered under his breath and pulled his shoulder blades tighter together, trying to reign in the fluttering wings that wanted to explode from his back and into the confined space of the Ark’s bowels. “It is neither the place, nor the time.”

This, it must be pointed out, was an unusual situation. Aziraphale did not normally talk to his wings as if they were unruly pets. Of course, his wings didn’t usually behave like unruly pets, they didn’t take it upon themselves to decide when they should be let out and how they should be used. As a matter of fact, Aziraphale had hardly heard a peep – or felt a tingle, as it is – from them since the Garden. He’d all but forgotten about the surprising current that had coursed through him back there, on top of the Eastern gate, the lack of control over his own form that he’d experienced for the first time.

It seemed that he was due for a reminder.

The angel felt a full-body shudder go through him, his calami feeling like ants crawling under his skin, itching to get out. He shook himself – to get rid of the sensation and to somehow regain control over the previous involuntary shudder with this purposeful one. Then he turned around.

This was a mistake. His eyes had adjusted to the gloom and now he could almost perfectly make out the scene he’d stumbled upon. Crowley’s ruby red locks drew Aziraphale’s gaze like a lighthouse in the dark, illuminating all the rest – the way the demon’s arms were folded around a young child – a baby really, couldn’t be more than a year old – holding him against his chest, the shock of light skin and golden hair against his thigh where a little girl had squished her face, and the shape leaning against his shoulder – hard to make out, wrapped up in Crowley’s black shawl as it was, but vaguely human-shaped – a small human, with their knees drawn up under their chin and their little hands wrapped around Crowley’s arm.

The ship groaned and lurched – in his sleep Crowley instinctively clutched the baby closer, the blonde girl whined, the body huddled in Crowley’s shawl shivered. Crowley shivered harder.

With a burst Aziraphale’s wings elbowed their way past his tremulous control and emerged in this plane of existence – one of constant rain and turbulent seas, dampness and so much suffering. A dozen small white feathers fluttered to the grimy wood beneath his feet – it could be that he hadn’t preened in a while but Aziraphale knew better, he knew they were a sign of the inner struggle that had started between angel and wings as soon as he’d stepped inside.

“Fine. Satisfied now?”

Aziraphale was an angel and as such he did not growl, so far in history he hadn’t even snapped, but the disobedient things on his back were truly testing his patience. And apparently they were not satisfied yet.

Aziraphale realized who was steering the ship of his own corporation only when he was already looming over Crowley and his small band of drenched humans. He tried to put his wings away with a snap, then he tried again – his feet clicking together at the heels and his spine going ramrod straight and achieving nothing but looking ridiculous. A couple more tries led to the same result, namely – none.

He was preparing his next attempt when another shiver made its way from Crowley to all the forms attached to him. Aziraphale’s eyebrows pulled together and, for a moment, he relinquished whatever control he still had over his wings. Of course, that was all they needed and before he knew it they were reaching.

Now, in the last few minutes, Aziraphale had considered and dismissed two of his primary theories concerning this anomaly. The first being that his wings grew agitated during storms, which was obviously incorrect, seeing as Aziraphale had been in more than one storm between the first rain and this (hopefully) last flood, some of them certainly the result of divine will and some just exercises of nature’s freedom.

His second theory, uncomfortable as that made him, was centered around the demon at his feet. It was unavoidable, seeing as Crowley was the only other common factor between the two events that the angel could pinpoint. However, that supposition also collapsed under further observation – the shivering demon, wrapped in sleeping children, was as much of a threat as the wet doves huddled somewhere in the great hull above them.

The sudden snap of his wings almost made Aziraphale lose his balance and tumble to the ground. More tired than annoyed at this point, the angel didn’t so much decide to change his tactic as he surrendered to the pressure at his back and tried to relax his muscles. He didn’t bother with the wings themselves, his lack of control over them was concerningly obvious at this point.

When he actually started to listen to the buzzing between his scapulars and tertiaries, he was shocked he hadn’t heard it earlier. Willing in his curiosity and his aversion to fighting a part of himself, Aziraphale kneeled and sat back on his heels. His knees were less than a palm print away from where Crowley’s were folded to one side. His wings didn’t even wait for Aziraphale to make himself comfortable, reaching forward and encasing demon and children in soft, white plumage.

Aziraphale watched with bated breath as Crowley’s face scrunched up rather endearingly – this was a mere fact, not Aziraphale’s personal opinion, of course – but then the demon’s features relaxed back into slumber and the angel sighed in relief.

When he looked down, a pair of bright blue eyes were staring up at him – wide and a little frightened. As the girl’s bony fingers tightened to whiteness around Crowley’s leg, Aziraphale felt the barb of her fear sink where he supposed his body’s heart resided. He smiled reassuringly, not letting it wobble, and lifted a finger to his lips – slowly, tentatively, non-threatening and sorry, so very very sorry for all of this. The girl considered him for only another second or two before she turned her head and buried her face further into Crowley’s robe and the thin thigh underneath.

Reasonably, the demon couldn’t have made a very good pillow and Aziraphale did his best to present this argument to the inexplicable longing that had bloomed somewhere around the girl’s barb of fear. Then again, the angel’s current position should have been rather uncomfortable as well – knees pressed against the perpetually damp wood and his back bent slightly forward so his primaries could meet and close the warm cocoon – but all of those small discomforts paled in comparison to the immense relief he felt, the calmness that had settled where inner struggle had raged just a few short moments ago. The buzz at the base of his wings had turned into a soft hum and he could feel the warmth collecting and radiating inside them.

///

It took him a while, he would admit that – a few millennia, if we were being precise about it – but eventually he could hardly ignore the fact that those bouts of rebellion (he could tell his wings didn’t like that term and Aziraphale, in one of his rare – he would claim – moments of spite, stuck with it exactly for that reason) must be connected to Crowley in some way or other.

It wasn’t that they always got rebellious when the demon was around – although there was always this awareness about them when he was, this alertness (Aziraphale would call it eagerness, if the connotations didn’t make him experience the sudden urge to manifest sweat glands) – but they certainly never did when he wasn’t.

Rain remained a trigger of sorts but Aziraphale had learnt that carrying an umbrella and spreading it over himself and Crowley generally defused the tension at his back. On the rare occasion when Crowley beat him to it, Aziraphale got an itch right between his shoulder blades, that spot he couldn’t possibly reach, and had to put up with this preferred demonstration of petulance for the rest of the day.

Then there was fire. Fire that singed and covered his white feathers in a cloying layer of ash, fire that couldn’t possibly hurt Crowley but if Aziraphale’s wings listened to reason, he would have gotten them in line a long time ago. The angel was glad that there had been few big fires in Earth’s history that both he and Crowley were present for. He could still remember the smoke of the last one choking his human lungs and he was certain his scapulars were still vibrating at a frequency unidentified by either Heaven or Hell from having Crowley’s fingers moving through them – cleaning ash and cooling burns, while berating Aziraphale as if Aziraphale had any control over the holy things (as if Aziraphale would’ve done any different if he did), while the angel tried his best to placate and cajole and convince his feathers to not go into an absolute frenzy.

It wasn’t precise knowledge but it was better than the confusion he had stumbled along with for a large part of his stay on Earth, half-convinced that he must report this deficiency to a superior and fully aware of the condescending tone and vaguely disgusted look that he will receive from Gabriel if he ever revealed that an angel of the Lord had no control over his own wings. Might as well tell him about the sword too.

So it was fine. It had to be. He didn’t know exactly what his wings wanted – they wanted something alright, whenever they made themselves heard or present it was hard to avoid the nudging dissatisfaction within them – but they had achieved a balance of sorts, an agreement that Aziraphale would at least try to listen and they wouldn’t just spring out in the middle of dinner because Crowley choked on an olive.

///

He chose to do it in the car on purpose. Ever since 1862 the arrangement had been tremulous at best (not the Arrangement – that had been put on hold indefinitely it seemed – but the one he had with his unruly wings and Lord, why did Aziraphale need all these rules to coexist with everything closest to him). He hadn’t itched for a day after that afternoon at St James’s Park, he’d felt as if his spine would bruise from the beating against it that went on intermittently for over a month before his wings exhausted themselves, before they slumped over in the plane that he had been exercising all his will to keep them contained in. It hadn’t felt like a victory, it had felt very much like he’d turned his back on yet another part of himself.

Then 1941 had opened a whole new bag of feathers. They’d been quiet for a long time – troublesome or not, Aziraphale was sure he would have missed them, if he hadn’t been too busy missing other things. This was probably why Crowley managed to get through his little bit without being interrupted by an explosion of a different sort – one more reminiscent of a pillow fight than a Nazi attack.

After, when they were safe, when his books were being passed into his hand, Aziraphale had experienced more human phenomena than ever before – heart rattling the bars of his chest, eyes stinging to the point of obscuring the world, palms sweating and lungs constricting. For once, he didn’t need to clench his fists and tense his spine, his mouth felt soft and a little numb, his eyes wide and glassy and somehow obscured and open for the first time, and behind him another explosion finally took place – on a plane that his wings wanted to leave but couldn’t focus enough to escape.

Aziraphale had read the expression “heart aflutter” in countless books but this was the first time he truly understood it. He supposed humans used it because they didn’t have wings.

So he did it in the car because he understood them now. He felt for them (he felt with them), ached for them (ached with them), but they had always been thoughtless things, so brazen about their desires and affections, so unafraid. So Aziraphale had to be considerate and cautious and yes, afraid. He had to be afraid for them, had to keep them in check, keep them from embarrassing themselves or doing any irreparable damage.

He did it in the car because there was no space for them to manifest without disrupting things and there was an angel and a demon and a thermos and he knew they would never dare, never risk it, knew they were not that thoughtless, not with this, not with him. Didn’t mean that spot on his back didn’t burn for days after. He almost welcomed it.

///

The end of the world is not so bad really. Yes, at one point, Aziraphale has a flaming sword in his hand and liquid fire running in his radii and his wings ready to carry him blindly into whatever threat – the biggest there can be – has brought Crowley to his knees. But then Crowley stops it all and takes them to a place where letting his wings stretch and unfurl is not even a conscious thought. A world where Aziraphales stretches his neck and rotates his shoulders and hears his primaries sing in liberation and in the presence of Crowley’s own black ones.

The trials are trickier. They exchange wings as well as corporations, just to be sure, just in case Heaven makes Crowley manifest them – he is certain Hell will not. And Aziraphale is anxious and the tiniest bit curious as well, but then Crowley comes back, returns his wings and doesn’t say a thing about them misbehaving and really Aziraphale should’ve known they won’t cause him any trouble.

///

Crowley comes inside accompanied by a whirlwind of snowflakes. No hat, no scarf. Aziraphale doesn’t even want to ask, he’s sure it’s something to do with ruining his aesthetics. Though it doesn’t stop the demon from heading straight for the fireplace and snapping his fingers impatiently, making it roar to life at what is certainly fire-hazard speed. His long legs fold like an accordion as he plops down before the fire, rubbing his hands together, one shiver feeding off of the next one.

It happens so quickly that Aziraphale doesn’t even have time to clear some space, resulting in his wings knocking down two separate piles of books.

“Oh, dear.”

The angel turns his head to glare at the fluttering feathers which are doing an admirable job of pushing him towards the demon in the room. It’s been a long time since he couldn’t even contain them in the appropriate plane of existence but he supposes a shivering Crowley who has verbally declared his love for all things Aziraphale mere weeks ago is a bit too much for them to handle. He can’t say he blames them.

“Angel, everything alright? What’s with the featherworks?”

Aziraphale’s chuckle is embarrassed at best as he lets himself move closer and sit on the floor beside Crowley, trying to keep an optimal distance between the fireplace and his feathers, which seem completely oblivious to the crackling flames. Crowley removes his sunglasses and turns toward him, face soft and undeniably curious.

“Well, you see— stop it!” Aziraphale makes a grab for his right wing as it reaches eagerly for the demon – it’s like holding the leash of a huge dog that has just spotted it’s favourite human. “Give me a chance to explain.”

“Uhhhm, Aziraphale, who are you talking to?”

Even as he asks, Crowley’s eyes leave Aziraphale’s face and drink in the sight of his wings – arched above the angel and trembling slightly. The demon raises a hand and—

“Don’t!”

Crowley jerks back at the same time as Aziraphale’s wings clap angrily. The angel would be worried for his back, if he wasn’t drowning in the crushed look on Crowley’s face.

“Oh, no, I didn’t— Dearest, I didn’t mean—“

“Is fine,” Crowley mutters and averts his eyes, stuffing both his hands underneath his thighs as if to prove that he won’t do it again.

“It’s just that they will get so overexcited, I don’t even know—”

“Overexcited?”

Aziraphale opens his mouth to answer and then the leash snaps completely. His wings unfurl around them – brilliantly white, soft and gleaming and bigger than Aziraphale can ever remember them. In the next second, they slam forward and encase Crowley between two walls of white feathers, pulling him closer until his knees bump into Aziraphale’s.

“Aziraphale?!” “I can explain!”

Crowley pokes at a primary covert experimentally and Aziraphale can practically hear the feather purr at the contact, the wall of white folding even closer, somehow turning softer, growing warmer.

“I don’t think they will let you out until you’re sufficiently warm.”

“They won’t let me out?”

“They— I can’t… I can’t really control them when they get like this, alright?”

Crowley blinks at him for a few seconds and, despite the embarrassment clawing at his throat, Aziraphale finds himself unavoidably distracted by the colours before him. The feathers mute the shop’s lights, turning them tender, and among them Crowley’s hair looks like glowing embers, his eyes two golden rings dropped in the fire and shining bright and immutable. Aziraphale gulps audibly and watches Crowley tip his head to one side.

“Angel?”

Aziraphale shakes his head, feels the feathers rustle as if in warning – don’t you dare pull away. He glares at them.

“He is here because of me, you know?” He sounds haughty and more than a little put out.

“Stop talking to your wings as if I’m not here.”

“I’m sorry, love.” Aziraphale’s eyes try to give Crowley a beseeching and apologetic look while maintaining a firm glare at his wings – the result makes him go a little cross-eyed. “But they tend to be frightfully self-centered.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to explain that again because I’m pretty sure my wings have never had a personality.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call it a personality, per se, rather they have…”

Aziraphale looks over Crowley’s shoulder in an attempt to temper his blush – a horrible idea, seeing as now he is staring at his feathers pressing gently against the back of Crowley’s head. He is fairly certain there are a few primaries sliding up and down the demon’s back.

“They have?”

“Desires.”

Crowley’s eyebrows climb up his forehead.

“Your wings have desires.”

“Yes. No. I— I can’t explain it properly. They…” He looks Crowley in the eyes again – bright and curious on the surface, loving at the foundation – and he breathes out slowly. “They get very excited, when you are around. And very… protective.”

The demon tips his head back and looks at the dome of white plumage they are encased in. The light must paint some of the wonder and awe on Crowley’s face, for Aziraphale isn’t sure how he can be the object of so pure an emotion otherwise.

“They are constantly reaching for you.”

“Since when?”

“Since forever.”

Crowley gives him a doubtful look and even that feels soft and smooth, as if it’s already half melted away at the mere possibility that Aziraphale is telling the truth. He assures him that he is.

An hour seems to be enough to ensure that Crowley is now perfectly warm and comfortable, if the gradual relaxation of Aziraphale’s wings is anything to go by.

The angel would complain but really, once they tangle their legs together and miracle a bottle of wine between them, the crackling of the fire and the warmth and soft light in their cocoon make the whole thing rather romantic. And Aziraphale is relieved to not find himself slapped in the face by a wild wing when he presses his lips to Crowley’s – having to compete for his demon’s affection with his own wings would have been a step too far.

They move to the couch eventually – one angelic wing enveloping the demon’s shoulders as soon as they sit down – and come to the conclusion that as long as Crowley is comfortable and content, Aziraphale’s wings are satisfied and calmly besotted.

Well, calmly might be a bit of an exaggeration.

Crowley’s dubious decision to compliment the bloody— holy things leads to such a flutter of activity that a stray covert nearly pokes his eye out.

“Oh, now that’s just— I’m so sorry, love, they have terribly poor discipline.”

Aziraphale tries to shoo the now anxiously hovering wing as he runs his thumb over Crowley’s cheek.

“It’s fine. It’s—” the sparkle in Crowley’s half-closed eye is a diabolical mix of indulgence and teasing. “It’s actually quite adorable, angel.”

Aziraphale wants to point out how he will certainly never be allowed to get away with such a statement but he loses track of that thought as Crowley reaches up and gently smooths the fluttering feathers between his thumb and forefinger. Aziraphale has no doubt that if wings could turn liquid, his would have done so a dozen times by now.

“You said you— they’ve always wanted to reach out?” Crowley’s tone is careful, the vocal equivalent of applying super glue.

Aziraphale shuffles closer.

“I wanted to reach out just as badly. I just think they knew it much sooner. And were much louder about it.”

Crowley hums, leans further into him, runs his fingers down another secondary.

“You know those parents who don’t let their children have any sweets.”

Aziraphale blinks a few times, shakes off the whiplash and considers before nodding slightly. He is not certain which side propagates that.

“So when they finally get their hands on some, they gorge themselves until they are sick.”

Aziraphale’s face scrunches up before he feels a light tug – his left wing trying to droop down and cover Crowley’s feet. The demon obligingly lifts them onto the couch and the metaphor hits Aziraphale as he watches white feathers practically spill themselves over Crowley’s lap.

“Oh. Well, that’s—”

“I promise not to make your wings sick,” Crowley swears in mock-seriousness.

“I hardly think that’s a possibility, dearest. More likely the other way around really. I’m afraid they can be quite suffocating and bothersome when—”

“He can be terribly rude sometimes, can’t he?”

Aziraphale sputters in indignation at being accused of rudeness by Crowley of all beings. Crowley who has turned his head to the side and is nuzzling into angelic plumage now.

Aziraphale’s attempts to contort his face into some expression of displeasure are doomed to failure as he feels pure bliss flow from his outer vanes all the way to that spot between his shoulder blades. Bliss feels a lot like honey apparently – sticky warm and sweet and like you will never be able to get it out – but why would you even want to.

Really, he should’ve known they will unite against him at the first opportunity. He should’ve known it isn’t about Earth at all. He should’ve known it’s all about Crowley.

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Stormy Nights Chapter 5

A/N: Sooo I am simultaneously hyped and extremely nervous for S7, so I’m just gonna post this and leave!! Deep breaths, people, deep breaths. Nonetheless, please enjoy the chapter!! If you want to read this on my FanFiction or my AO3, please click the links!

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               Pidge was running through a dark tunnel, her legs so hot and painful she thought they would give out before she made it to the end. Almost there. I'm almost there! She was so close, so close she could almost feel it in her grasp. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, her whole purpose up to this point was only a few long strides away and-

               There he was, standing at a desk with his back to her, his messy brown hair sticking out in all directions, exactly the way hers does. She couldn't help but smile ear to ear, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. He turned around, his amber eyes on her, a wide smile appearing on his face as he opened his arms to her.

               "Matt!" Pidge cried, running towards her brother, tossing her helmet to the side and throwing her arms tight around him. Tears streamed down her cheeks, pressing her face into his shoulder as she sobbed, so happy to have her brother back in her arms.

               "I'm so happy to see you, Katie," he said, setting his hand on the back of her head. "But you're too late."

               "Wha-"

               His hand, like a blade, cut straight through her stomach. Her breathing haggard and labored, she set her hand on the forearm penetrating her abdomen, shakily looking up at her brother as blood spurt from her mouth.

               "Mm-M-Matt....." she stammered, wheezing as he yanked his arm out of her. She fell to her knees, hot tears falling over her cheeks, clutching her stomach as she felt warmth spill through her trembling fingers, slowly looking up into his dark, empty purple hued eyes.

               The sound of the witch Haggar's voice resonated from Matt's mouth, a low, sinister laugh penetrating Pidge's ears. "All is lost, Paladin. Suffer at the hands of your own flesh and blood!" the voice screeched as Matt's razor sharp hand drew back and flew right at her face.

               Pidge gasped, opening her eyes with a start, huffing as she realized it was just a nightmare. Maybe the worse nightmare she'd had yet. She'd always only ever had nightmares about her family getting killed in front of her by an enemy, but this was the first time Matt... had been the one to kill her.

               She closed her eyes, reorienting herself, opening them back up to view her dark room. Why was her room so dark? Why weren't the lights around her bed on? Finally fully waking up, she realized she was tangled in bed with another person. Literally. Tangled.

               Pidge was squeezed against Lance as close as she could be, her arms folded up to his chest. Her legs were curled around his, one of his arms under her head like a pillow as it wrapped around her head, the other arm draped over her side, his hand resting on the middle of her back. She was almost going to freak out just a little until she realized that it was her idea to sleep in the same bed as him. She also remembered that this was not her room.

               She peered up at Lance's sleeping face. He looked so calm, steadily breathing in and out, feeling his chest move against her with every breath he took. Even through the dimly lit room, her eyes adjusted enough to almost clearly see Lance's dark face. He had tiny freckles that speckled his face in random places, his lips were slightly parted as he breathed, Pidge still smelling the hint of spearmint from his toothpaste. She tentatively reached her hand to his face, cupping his cheek in her hand, gently rubbing her thumb under his eye. His skin was so smooth, likely from his hygiene regimen, Pidge carefully running her fingers down his cheek, just barely letting her thumb touch his soft, smooth... inviting... lips...

               Lance suddenly stirred, a groan escaping his throat as Pidge quickly removed her hand from his face before he cracked an eye open. His deep blue eyes stared into her amber ones for only a moment when the two quickly untangled from each other and sat up, staring away from each other. They sat in silence for who knows how long before Lance finally spoke up.

               "Soooo..." he began, pulling his leg up to his chest and setting his elbow on his knee. He wasn't exactly sure what to say. He'd woken up next to this girl several times now with little of an explanation as to why they were still doing it. "What exactly... happened last night, Pidge?"

               Pidge had a hard time looking his way, embarrassed that she could already feel a hot blush reddening her cheeks. She huffed, reaching down to grab her glasses from next to the mattress, crinkling her eyebrows in thought.

               "Well, I haven't been able to sleep properly for weeks," Pidge stammered, careful not to look in his face. "I slept fine when you, ehm... helped me during the last nights on Quaid, a-and I finally fell asleep after helping you play Killbot Phantasm a while back."

               "I remember that," Lance spoke up. "I fell asleep without even noticing not long after I beat that dungeon."

               "Y-Yeah, well..." Pidge desperately tried to find the right words to say next. "It's been weeks since then and I haven't been getting much sleep, so when you said you hadn't been able to either, I... I-I..." she trailed off, tentatively glancing toward him. His face was awash with concern, his eyes getting big for just a moment.

               "You wanted to try to... sleep with me again to see if we'd actually fall asleep this time?" he finished for her. Pidge sheepishly looked at him once more, sighing and squishing her hands to her cheeks.

               "Next to you, sleep next to you," she stammered. "I'm sorry, it was such a stupid idea, I-I didn't mean to force myself into your bed, I should have just stayed in my room and counted to one thousand or something instead of pushing you around so-" she started babbling.

               "I'm gonna stop you right there because I'll be honest, it was the best sleep I've had in weeks," Lance interrupted.

               Pidge looked up at him in shock. "Wha-What? The best what in what?"

               Lance couldn't help but laugh, nudging her with his shoulder as she stared up at him in disbelief. Finally getting his composure back, he said, "Pidge, 1. You didn't force anything. If I was gonna be even a little uncomfortable, I would have told you, 2. Even before that, if I thought you'd be uncomfortable, it wouldn't have happened in the first place, and 3. As always, you were correct."

               "C-Correct?"

               "Yeah," Lance said. "Remember, after you pushed me onto the bed, you said 'I want to try something'. This had to be it, right?"

               Her face got red as she pushed up her glasses. Well at least he listens to me. "So.... I guess my conclusion to this experiment would be..."

               ".... that we sleep better if we're.." Lance stammered, "next to each other?"

               "Well, how many times out of four have you slept better when next to me?" she asked him. At that moment her amber eyes glowed despite the dim light of the floor paneling, as if they were sparkling with both nervousness and curiosity. It made Lance's stomach flip over just a little bit.

               "Um," he said, biting his bottom lip. "Well, four, I guess. Fallen asleep faster, even."

               "I'm the same..." Pidge said quietly. She hugged her legs, setting her chin on her knees as she sat in thought a little bit more. It was ludicrous though, right? How could she possibly sleep better next to Lance of all people? Although she didn't really mean the 'of all people' part; he was an incredibly empathetic person, able to know exactly what one is feeling at any given moment. He gave amazing bear hugs, his hands were always so warm. And as awkward as it was, waking up tangled in his arms made her feel immensely secure, as if nothing could hurt her in his enveloping, protective embrace. And he smelled so incredibly good, the mixture of avocado and aloe vera making her heart almost skip two beats. Everything was an important factor in why she was able to sleep better next to him, but it still made her feel very awkward. She could remember wanting to sleep in between her parents in their bed when she was younger, so what exactly was the difference there? Besides maybe the fact that those were her parents and this was an incredibly tall, cute olive skinned seventeen year old boy sleeping next to her instead.

               Did I just admit he was cute? Pidge thought to herself. What is wrong with me lately?

               Lance spoke up, shocking Pidge out of her whirlwind thoughts when he touched her arm. "So.... what do you want to do now?" he asked her curiously.

               Pidge put her thumb to her lip in thought, a little afraid at what she was going to say next. "I guess... we could try again...?"

               A blush made its way to Lance's cheeks, looking away and scratching his cheek. "W-Well, if you want to, I mean.." he trailed off.

               Pidge huffed, slapping her hands gently to her cheeks a few times before throwing her legs over the side of the bed and standing up, holding a hand out to him. "For now, let's just get up for the day and get there when we get there," she said as he took her hand, tensing her arm as she helped him up from the mattress. He side smiled and nodded, the both of them heading for the door.

               As the two walked out, a person suddenly rounded the corner, nearly bumping into the two.

               "Pidge?" Keith said, his eyebrow quirking up as he saw her walking out the door, noticing she was still in her pajamas. "What are you doing in Lance's room so early in the morning?"

               Pidge blanched, panicking to find words that don't scream 'Oh I was sleeping in his bed with him'. It wasn't like they were doing anything bad, but it still wouldn't go over well with everyone else if they found out Lance and Pidge were sleeping together.

               Next to each other! NEXT to each other!!

               "We uhm," Pidge stammered. "I, w-we..."

               "We were up late playing Killbot Phantasm," Lance said nonchalantly.

               "And you just left Pidge to sleep on the floor while you slept in your soft bed?" Keith asked, crossing his arms over his torso as he scrunched his face.

               "What, no, of course not," Lance shot back.

               "So she slept in your bed and you on the floor?"

               "No, I-"

               "In your bed with you?" Keith asked heatedly, uncrossing his arms and his hands balling into fists. Lance put his hands up in defense.

               Uh oh, Pidge thought, her eyebrows going up in shock. At that moment however, Pidge noticed something off.

               "No no!! It's not like that!!" Lance stuttered, trying to find his composure as the black haired paladin stared him down. "We just, I, we both, on the floor, both of us fell-"

               "Hey, why are you in your Blade of Marmora armor?" Pidge suddenly asked, crossing her arms and scrunching her eyebrows in irritation.

               It was Keith's turn to get defensive this time. "Oh, I..." he breathed through his nostrils, knowing that he was going to get backlash afterwards. "Kolivan has a mission for me. He notified me late last night and I was hoping to slip out before anyone woke up. Just..." he looked down, a strain in his gray eyes before looking back up to Pidge and Lance. "Just don't tell Shiro and Allura until after I've left, please." He had a pleading look in his eyes. Pidge sighed, flicking her head towards the end of the hallway. Keith smiled, relief washing over him as he started stepping down the hall once more, pulling his hood over his head. "Thank you. I'll be back soon." And with that, he was gone.

               "I wonder what he's doing on these missions," Lance said quietly to Pidge.

               Pidge sighed. "It's none of our business, apparently," she said sadly. She grasped Lance's sleeve, looking up at him shyly. "Um, so...?"

               "Just, meet me back here tonight before you go to sleep, and we'll..." he trailed off for a moment, trying to find the least embarrassing words he could for their situation. "Corroborate your theory tonight."

               Pidge laughed, holding her hand to stomach as she tried to stifle her giggle. "Yeah, we can do that," she said, walking along to her room. She stood in front of her door as it whooshed open, glancing back at him. At that moment, his dark blue eyes gazed back at her, his lips curling into a smoldering smile that set her heart on fire. Her eyes got wide, quickly stepping into her room and shutting the door as fast as she could, setting her back to it and slowly slipping down until she softly landed on the floor. She grasped at her shirt over where he heart was, feeling the frantic beating underneath. She glanced over at her two blue and green space caterpillars, sleeping and snuggling next to each other on one of her trash paladins. As visions of his olive skin, the smoothness of his cheek, his unbelievably deep blue eyes began flooding her mind. She wondered what it would be like to tangle her hands into his silky chocolate brown hair, what it would be like to press her lips to his soft, warm mouth.

               Her face was incredibly hot, pressing her hands to her fiery red cheeks.

               Oh no.

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