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jardin-de-limaginaire · 6 months

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Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? (Oc x Gender neutral! camp counselour! reader) (DARK)

Hello, dear reader. This oneshot is created after my hyperfixation with summer camp-related things and creepy stories. I might turn this oneshot into an actual book somewhere in the future. Hope you enjoy it, and please send me more requests in the inbox if you have a story you'd like for me to write! ~Luce

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: obsessive behaviours, just overall creepiness, death

"And then, little Patricia opened the door and saw a tall figure...'Who are you?' asked Patricia, not knowing that this tall figure was indeed the Crooked Man from the haunted book she read! " I stood up and put my hands in the air to make myself taller as I growled playfully towards the campers. Some of them got scared, meanwhile others didn't. Mostly the younger campers got scared by my story, but even some of the older ones shivered.

Before I could continue the story, another voice joined from behind me "Alright, my little woodpeckers! It's currently 10:30 PM, which you know what that means, nighttime!" It was Asha, a fellow colleague of mine. The campers didn't seem too pleased that they needed to go to sleep, as some of them whined, and some of them groaned. "Tomorrow we're going canoeing, and we need to be full of energy!"

"Yeah, and if you don't go to sleep, the Crooked Man will come to your cabins, and steal you all!" I joined in, just to help Asha out. This caused the kids to scream and cry. "I was just joking of course! The Crooked Man would never mess with a woodpecker! But just to be sure, we need to go to sleep. I'll make sure to scare him if he does appear!" I reassured the kids, which seemed to have calmed them. Thank god.

"Well, come follow me, while (Y/N) and Isaac make sure no monster will appear – And of course, to put the campfire out!" Asha giggled as the children started following her towards their cabins.

Now I was left here with Isaac, another camp counsellor here at Camp Woodpecker. We got along pretty well not gonna lie. The only thing I'm wondering at the moment is where is Ajax? I haven't seen him tonight one bit.

"So, (Y/N), do you perhaps believe in the Crooked Man?" I heard Isaac ask as they were currently sweeping the grass to get rid of litter.

"Pshht, yeah. I only invented that story to give a good ol' scare to the kids. Why are you asking? Did my stupid story actually scare you?" I giggled.

Isaac began giggling too "Yeah! Shiver me timbers, the Crooked Man will totally come at night and steal my Pokemon card collection!"

We both giggled while cleaning the burnt marshmallows and juice bottles that were on the ground.

"Alright, our job here is done. Now we only need to put out the fire and-" "I don't think we should put out the fire yet. Ajax hasn't appeared back on the campgrounds since hours ago. I'll be waiting for him here." I cut Isaac off as I sat back on the log bench.

Isaac just shrugged "Suit yourself then, see you in the morning. I'll go clean the entrance of the camp. If Ajax comes here, tell him to come help me before we go back to our cabins, OK?" I nodded, to which Isaac smiled and started walking away.

I started waiting for Ajax's appearance for what seemed like hours. Long boring hours, but by what my wristwatch was saying, only fifteen minutes passed.

I sighed as I kept looking at the crackling fire, to not fall asleep. My eyelids felt heavy, but I was trying my hardest to stay awake. As I was slowly falling into the hands of slumber, I heard a shuffling from behind, which woke me up. I looked behind. No one was there except for some bushes. Huh, weird. It might be Ajax trying to fool me.

"Nice try, but you're not scaring me, 'Jax." I yawned, smiling derpily. No response. It might've been an animal. The fire was slowly getting smaller and smaller, leaving only the cabins in the distance to be lit up.

I heard shuffling again. I looked back, tired of whoever or whatever was trying to scare me. This time, instead of being met with nothing, I saw a silhouette come out of the bushes. The fire wasn't really showing who was behind, but all I could see was what seemed like a man with big mouse ears. At this point, I just know that Ajax is trying to scare me by wearing some kind of mouse or rat mask.

"You're really funny, you know that? How about you eat a roasted marshmallow before the fire burns out? Isaac told me they're expecting you to help clean with them the entrance." I smiled towards Ajax, who just started walking towards me and sat on the opposite log bench, taking a marshmallow out of the marshmallow bag Asha brought for the campers, and putting it on a stick while roasting it to the small fire. I still wonder why he's wearing a rat mask.

"You know, my dear mouse... I've admired you from quite afar. You truly are a shining gem in this world full of disease." I heard Ajax say...wait, this doesn't sound like Ajax...

"That sounds...sweet, Ajax..." I said, trying to indirectly ask this man if he was indeed Ajax. I didn't really communicate with Ajax throughout this summer, but something about this new person was...off.

He chuckled. "Oh, how innocent and naive you truly are. Being scared of me? I can hear the fear in your voice, my little mouse. You don't have to be scared of me. I'm just your friendly neighbourhood vermin man."

Okay, now I just know that this is just Ajax in a rat mask. "Stop joking around, Ajax. You're not funny." This seemed to have made Ajax, or how I should call him now "Vermin man", be amused.

"Oh, but I'm not joking. Jokes are supposed to be funny. I'm being fully serious, mouse. You truly are an innocent and pure soul. If only you'd join me...oh, that would be heavenly."

"Alright then. Bye, Jax." I got tired of Ajax's whole prank and just got up and walked away from him. I still couldn't see his face, but I could see the form of his rat mask and how he turned his head towards me.

"Until next time, my love." I heard him say lowly, which I decided to ignore. I won't wait for him any longer if he keeps trying to goof around. He's a grown-ass man, he can do whatever he wants.

As I was walking towards the Cabin, I found Asha looking worried, as police sirens were heard in the distance. What's going on?

"Hey, Ash! What's happening?" I asked. Asha looked at me and frowned with worry.

"I heard from Isaac that you've waited for Ajax to come to the campfire. Well...now we know the reason why he didn't come..." Asha looked as if she was shivering and on the verge of tears. What does she mean, Ajax was just with me a few minutes ago?

Before I could ask any more questions, Asha walked with me towards the entrance, where Isaac was talking to a police officer. The whole camp staff were here, including the camp director, whom I hadn't seen since the interview I had with her when I was getting my job.

I looked at the forensic team as they were zipping a cadaver bag, and immediately ran to see what happened. Did somebody die?

Right as they were zipping the bag, I saw him...Ajax, all bloodied and bruised...Then who was the person I talked to?

#⚜ eden writes #x reader #fanfic #yandere #horror #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #thriller #oc x reader #yandere oc #a lot of tw #please don't romanticise this type of behaviour!#yandere x reader

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dignitywhatdignity · 6 months

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NaClYoHo 2023, Day 1 (for me)

So for reasons I will get to shortly, I'm starting my NaClYoHo a few days early. Today I'm scrubbing the tub.

I wish I had the Bissel steam cleaner @copperbadge recommended, but Home Depot doesn't carry it and there's no way otherwise I'd get it in hand by today, which is when I'd need it.

So instead I climbed in with an old toothbrush, a bottle of CLR, and a podcast app. I got about 2/3 of the way done before I had to pause to take 7yo to math class. In that time, I listened to (at 1.5 speed): the second half of a Behind the Bastards about Ted Cruz; a Gotta Be Done about the Bluey episode Sleepover; and a Deep in Bear Country about the book The Berenstain Bears and the Sitter.

When I get home (currently chilling at the poke place with my passionfruit green tea with lychee jellies), I'll finish the tub and wash the curtains and liner. Queued up: The Muppets: The Sitcom: The Podcast about the episode Too Hot to Handler, followed by a The Alarmist about the Waco Seige.

So my NaClYoHo is always a little weird. Traditionally I only do tasks on days my kids are in school, although it's not unusual for me to get one or two weekend projects done (like today) when Husband either helps or gets the kids put of my hair (and often, again like today, explicitly asks me to do said tasks).

Another thing that happens most years is that I end up temping, so my in-laws come over to watch the kids. This is the first year both kids have been in school, which should make things interesting.

Likely tonight, while I'm playing D&D, Husband will do a layer of cleaning in between rounds of PUBG, so that tomorrow, between work tasks*, I can do last-minute stuff like clean the toilets, load and run the dishwasher, or wipe up the inevitable sticky spots 7yo will leave from breakfast. Once that's done I'll have freedom to do some NaClYoHo Tasks like filing and clearing out my email inbox. I'll keep you posted.

*As to that, my temp job is always subbing for the same person. She only takes vacation during quiet times, so I'm really more on call than anything. I have to jump as soon as a task is sent to me, but there have been days where... no tasks are sent to me.

#naclyoho #naclyoho 2023

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fandoms--fluff · 8 months

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I wanted that events of the fic would take a place during season 2-3 where Caroline just become vampire, and Damon and Stefan's relationship were complicated. So, Stefan and Damon would get into a big argument. Stef leaves with hurt feelings. Elena and Caroline meets him in town and asks whats wrong. Stef is not in the mood, he snaps at them and says nothing. Then he leaves, gets ambushed and kidnapped.

Arguments

Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore x Caroline Forbes

Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of blood, swearing I think

A/n: My inbox is flooded with requests, I am trying to get them all written and posted to the best of my abilities. So if you have recently requested something, don't worry, I haven't forgotten. They will get written as soon as I can!

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Stefan storms out of the boarding house after just having a fight with his older brother. He wipes away the glistening tears from his eyes.

This isn't how it used to be between him and Damon. When they were human, they had the best relationship. He could go to Damon about anything and his older brother would always be the one to comfort him and he knew he could rely on his big brother.

"Just think about it, everything that happened is your fault! Mother died because you were born, Katherine stayed and turned us into vampires because she saw you, you forced me to transition, and countless other things!" Damon yelled, which resulted in Stefan leaving.

All the guilt he has tried so hard to push away comes crashing back like a wave. He keeps his composure up, walks to the park in the square, and sits on one of the benches. He takes deep breaths, not wanting to have a breakdown in public.

Caroline calls Elena, telling her about the fight that had taken place and Stefan running off in the direction of town. She had been about to leave her car which was parked outside the house when her vamp hearing picked up the screaming voices and then saw Stefan leave in a hurry.

Caroline drives as quickly as she can to Elena's house, picking her up on the way deeper into the busier parts of town.

She parks by the grill, the sun setting and she and Elena jump out of the car.

After not even two minutes, they spot Stefan hunched over on a bench, leg moving up and down repeatedly.

"Stefan!" Elena calls out to the vampire.

"Oh, Elena, Caroline, hi" Stefan looks up, surprise evident on his face.

"Are you alright?" Caroline asks softly, sitting on the bench beside him. He looks over at her, confusion in his eyes. It takes Stefan a moment until he figures that she and Elena will find out about the fight and then tell him that Damon's right. It's the knowledgeable answer, considering he just got his humanity back and trying to get back into his old routine.

Not waiting another minute, Stefan gets up and quickly vamps away. He keeps running until he's out of town and just walking through the woods.

As he's passing massive trees and stepping on fallen leaves, he gets the feeling someone is following him.

He turns around, thinking it's Caroline. But he's wrong, the last thing he sees is a muscular, tall man before getting grabbed from behind and slammed against a tree repeatedly til he passes out.

Caroline and Elena sigh. "What do we do now?" Elena asks, worriedly.

"Let's just give him some space, I'll try talking to him tomorrow," Caroline says softly. Elena nods, knowing her best friend has good judgment.

They head to the grill to have dinner.

The first word that comes to Stefan's head is pain. It feels like his entire body is on fire. He opens his eyes, only to find he's trapped in a room with no windows, only a small vent, and a door with a handle that's most definitely locked.

Looking down, he sees where the pain is coming from. There are two small stakes in his hands, pinning them down to the chair's arms. Three stakes lodged into his stomach, but not too close to get his heart. And a stake in each of his thighs, by the feeling of it, they're all the way through and sticking out at the bottom of his thighs.

He lets out a small whimper of pain, hoping whoever took him couldn't hear.

The next thing he knew was someone who walked into the room, the key to the door, he assumed, in hand and a wicked smirk playing on his face.

This can't be good, Stefan thinks to himself.

It's been four days since Caroline and Elena saw Stefan in the park, and neither of them could reach him on the phone, and couldn't find him when they searched.

Caroline made the decision to go to Damon. If anyone knows where Stefan is, it's going to be him. Well, other than Katherine, but of course this is one of the only times she can be useful and she's not here.

Without knocking, she walks into the boarding house. She walks through the house til she finds the oldest Salvatore in the library, drinking bourbon.

"Ever heard of knocking, blondie?" Damon quips.

"Oh, please, you never lock the door anyways" Caroline rolls her eyes. "Anyways, I was wondering if you know where Stefan is, I haven't been able to reach him or find him for the last four days. The last time I saw him, he was on a bench in the park, and when I asked if he was okay, he just vamped away" she tells Damon.

Damon pauses his movement to bring his glass to his lips. His head tilts, and he puts his glass down, walking toward the baby vampire.

"That may have something to do with our argument that happened," Damon says, thinking about how he hasn't been at all worried about his brother, but he isn't going to show that in front of Caroline.

"I know, I heard you guys yelling before he stormed off after" Caroline crosses her arms.

"Well then, we should go start a search party," Damon says with a smirk, hiding the fact that he's extremely worried about his baby brother.

Caroline follows Damon out of the house and into his car. "He looks at her with an eyebrow raised. "What? You think I'm going to let you look for him by yourself" Caroline says.

Damon doesn't even try to fight with her on this, starting up the Camaro. He drives up, out of town. "Where are you taking us?" Caroline asks.

"Well, if you've already checked the entire town, I'm guessing you didn't go out of town?" Damon tells her. He stops the car two meters into the woods. Caroline sends another questioning look towards him.

Damon sighs, "When we were kids, and our father was drinking more than usual, I would bring Stefan into these woods, and to a cave that I found before he was born," Damon tells her, walking towards where the cave is.

"That's...really sweet of you" Caroline shocks herself by saying this.

Stefan tries his best not to cry out in pain, he's been stuck in this place for days, and the only person he's seen was a man who he still doesn't know who he is.

"I hope your brother comes to get you soon, it'll be real sad if he gets here too late and finds his baby brother dead," The man says from where he's standing in front of the teenager.

"H-how do you know my brother?" Stefan looks at him with tired eyes.

"We used to be good buds in the eighties" The man shrugs, obviously holding back information. Stefan grunts, knowing he won't be getting any more.

As Damon and Caroline near the cave, Damon stops suddenly. The movement making Caroline bump into him. "What-"

"Shhhh. Do you hear that" he whispers to the blonde.

Caroline focuses her hearing, picking up on two shallow voices. She nods her head. They turn right and start following the voices, both familiar to Damon, one his brother's and the other he just can't place.

"Oh, it seems we have company" the man whispers into Stefan's ear before taking the screwdriver in his hand and stabbing it into the teen's neck. The action causes Stefan to cry out before his eyes glaze over and he falls unconscious.

Damon and Caroline approach an old, beat down, abandon looking cabin. Just as they step up on the porch, the tall, bulky man appears in front of the two.

"Where's Stefan?" Caroline demands more than asks, fire in her eyes.

"He's not in the best shape" the man smirks, looking at Damon the entire time.

Recognition flickers in his eyes. "Jake" Damon says. "Long time, hasn't it, Damon. I've been waiting for the day to get my revenge on you, and I must say, it feels amazing. I mean you or your brother never even saw it coming, I wonder if he's okay? I'm guessing not" Jake tells, a sadistic smile on his face.

Before he can utter another word, his heart is found in Damon hand. Caroline goes into the run down cabin, he follows right after her. "So, how exactly did you know him" Caroline brakes the silence.

"We met in the eighties and blah, blah, blah, got into a battle let's say, and he wants revenge. And that's all you get to know" Damon answers her, obviously skipping on key details.

Caroline goes one way while Damon goes the other. She finds a passage leading down to a basement. She walks down the stairs and through the hall until she comes up to a door.

Looking through the small barred area of the door, she sees Stefan slumped forward in the chair.

"Oh my god, Stefan" she gasps. "Damon, get down here!" She yells as she goes into the dungeon, torture chamber room, as she likes to call it.

Damon vamps down to the basement. He freezes when he takes in his brother's appearance and what has been done to him. Quickly coming out of it, he races over, helping Caroline pull out the stakes jammed in his little brother.

Stefan's eyes start flickering open. He looks up at the two people pulling the stakes out of him. They're...saving him? His head starts to pound, quickly closing his eyes, he passes out.

"Come on, let's go," Damon tells Caroline. He picks his brother up in his arms. He's lighter than he expected.

Carrying Stefan to the Camaro reminds Damon of carrying him to bed or through the woods when he was little. He lays his little brother in the backseat.

He drives the three of them back into town, to the boarding house. During the drive, Stefan squirms around, feeling relief in his body after sitting in that chair for almost five days. Damon's eyes go to the blind spot mirror multiple times in the short drive, making sure his little brother's alright.

When they're back at the house, Damon carries his sleeping brother into the living room and lays him on the couch. Caroline sets a fire in the fireplace as he does so.

Damon stares down at his brother's relaxed face. His eyes wander down to a bright red vein on his brother's neck. Getting a closer look, he pulls down on the collar of his shirt, revealing a nasty bite. And by the looks of it, caused by a werewolf.

"I have a surprise for you today" Jake smiles toward Stefan.

Stefan looks behind the vampire, seeing the other man from the woods. His eyebrows knit in confusion. What's so special about a random man?

Before he could think of another question, the man came over to him. Fangs emerge from his gums and the next second, Stefan cries out in pain.

"There we go, a little spicing up" Jack chuckles. And in a second, the hybrid's head was on the ground, caused by Jack's hand slicing through his neck. "Can't have any loose ends, now can we?"

"Blondie," Damon says. Caroline walks over and gasps at the bite mark on Stefan's neck.

"Oh my god...what are we going to do, go to Klaus? Will he even listen or-" Caroline starts working herself up. "Calm down, I'll get this all sorted out. What I need you to do, is look after Stefan, got it?" Damon looks into her eyes.

She nods before he vamps out the door, heading to a certain Original's mansion.

Caroline sits down on the other couch, across from Stefan. She takes deep breaths, trying not to freak out.

As she's spaced off in her mind, Stefan starts twitching. He soon regains the motions to move and control his body. He opens his eyes, looking around the room he's in until his eyes land on the blond sitting across the coffee tables.

"What happened? How did I get here?" Stefan croaks out.

Caroline immediately snaps out of her thoughts. She faces the other vampire, a smile growing on her face. "You're awake! Damon and I brought you back here half an hour ago, Stef" she tells him softly.

Stefan moves to sit up, but whimpers as he does. A searing pain washes through his shoulder and across his chest and neck. Caroline vamps over beside him, putting an arm around his shoulders.

"Hey, take it easy. You've been tortured for almost a week and have a werewolf bite"

"I'm gonna die," Stefan says what he's thinking.

"No. No, you're not. Damon is out fixing this right now. We just have to wait until he gets back" Caroline says with a confident attitude. She won't let Stefan die on her watch, no way in hell.

Stefan slumps against his friend, exhausted. His head is lying against her shoulder. The fabric of the shirt she's wearing is nice and soft and feels good on his cheek.

Caroline wraps her other arm around Stefan, pulling him close in her arms. They sit there, cuddled up, as they wait for Damon to come back.

Twenty minutes later the door slams open and shut, ruining the peace and quiet.

Damon vamps into the room, a glass in hand, filled halfway with blood. Blood, she can only assume is Klaus'.

"Drink, Stef," he says in the most gentle voice Caroline has ever heard him use. He holds the glass up to the younger's lips and tilts it up.

Stefan drinks the blood until there's no more to come out. He sighs as he pulls away, feeling the pain of the bite vanish.

"You feeling better now?" Damon asks. Stefan nods his head, sitting up straighter.

Caroline unwraps her arms from him and stands, "I'll leave you guys to it" She smiles lightly before leaving the room quietly.

Stefan looks up at Damon, "How did you get Klaus to give you his blood?"

"That is something that I'll never reveal" Damon answers the younger vampire, and sits beside him.

"...I'm sorry I ruined everything" Stefan quietly says, looking down at his feet.

Damon stiffens before turning to face his brother. He places a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't mean that, you didn't ruin everything, Mom's death wasn't your fault, and I know you didn't want to be alone. I'm sorry I told you they were, Stef" Damon says softly.

Stefan looks up at him, tears in his eyes, "You mean it?"

"Of course I do. Come here" Damon pulls his baby brother into his arms, hugging him close to his chest. Stefan tightly hugs him back.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Damon asks his little brother. Stefan looks up at him, nodding "I love you too".

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satankilledmyghost · 2 years

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Request for Eugene gale with a older sister figure friend, shes kind and eays worrying about him. thank you:)

eugene x reader - sisterly love

AKSJJDHSJ- I GOT MY FIRST REQUEST! THANK YOU, ANON!!!

first of all, i'm so, so sorry that it has taken so long, i feel horrible that i've made you wait this long. i've been fighting writer's block for this fic with my life lmao. secondly, i cannot express how excited i was when i first saw your request in my inbox- i was on crack and cloud nine for the rest of the day.

IM STILL WORKING ON THE OTHER REQUESTS I PROMISE. I SWEAR IM NOT FORGETTING ABOUT YOU😭 i'll try to have another one out later tonight and if not, it'll be out tomorrow.

thank you for your patience anon and all the other anons. i really appreciate it :)

i hope i have done your request justice!

warnings: swearing, f/n means friend's name

It was Saturday and you were supposed to be out and about the town with F/N, but your mind seemed to wander back to the same thing.

Is he okay??

You haven't heard from Eugene in a long time, and while you know he has his own life and doesn't solely revolve around you, you get anxious at the thought of his absence.

You weren't stupid, you know what Eugene's been through all of middle school and you can't imagine what's happened in high school that has caused Eugene to stop contacting you like he's currently doing.

You can't even try to estimate how many times you've met up with Eugene after school a year ago just to see bruises and bandages on his face, his glasses messed up, his clothes stained and drawn on with insults.

It infuriated you every time you saw it, but you knew that you couldn't do anything. Eugene wasn't even in the same school as you, and you going up against whoever bullied Eugene was definitely not a good idea. You'd die, probably, if you were lucky.

You watered down your rage for his bullies by helping Eugene clean off and hanging out with him until you knew that he felt better. You were always there for him- you always will be.

You try to believe that he's finally made other friends beside Rowan, that Eugene's found his little group that accept him for who he is. But that stupid, tiny part of doubt in your brain takes that string of hope and lights it on fire, leaving a pile of ashes to lay meaningless on the floor.

"Y/N? Are you even listening to me??" You blink, your conscious throttled back to reality. "Huh?" You turn to look at your friend who was holding up a book. "I asked if you've read this before? I don't know if I want to get it because of how expensive it is, but if it's worth the money, I'm getting it." She rambled.

You take a moment to look at the cover. "Well, if you're thinking like that, you should just get it. You haven't bought a new book in, what, a month? Two? Just buy it. You have the money." You reasoned, shrugging. F/N bites her lip and narrows her eyes at the book, flipping it in her hand to look at the cover again.

"Hmmm- okay! I will!" F/N finalized, visibly brightening up at her decision and skipping towards the checkout counter. You watch her retreating figure and start to follow her.

Waving goodbye to the cashier, you both head out the door. It takes one block for F/N to abruptly stop, causing you to look back at her. "What's wrong?" You ask.

"My mom needs to run to the store but she doesn't want to leave my brother home alone so I have to go back and watch him." F/N looks up at you with sad, puppy dog eyes. "I'm so sorry! I really wanted to hang out with you more! I'll make it up to you, I promise."

You smile and wave her off. "Don't worry about it- when duty calls, you answer. I'll see you at school tomorrow, anyways." Your sentence was ended with F/N flinging herself onto you for a hug. "Oh thank you! You're always so understanding! Bye!" And before you knew it, F/N was racing down the cracked pavement and out of your sight.

You sigh and turn to continue your way through town. You didn't have a specific place in mind and you didn't want to go back home so you chose to just walk. Passing by a local connivence store, you decide to go in- your rumbling stomach helping you to make the decision.

Whilst flitting through the aisles trying to decide what to eat, your thoughts drift away and back to Eugene. What was someone supposed to do in this situation? Sure, you've known Eugene for years and you're basically his older sister by now, but that doesn't mean you can pry into his life like you were his actual sister.

You know that Eugene is forgetful about things when a lot is going on in his life, which doesn't help comfort the nagging fear that he's being severely bullied. Again. You sigh and limply reach for your comfort food, trudging to the cashier.

You made it ten steps before you heard your name being called out to you and a hand on your shoulder. You spun around real quick at the contact and was met with Eugene right behind you.

"H-Hey! What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in awhile." Your eyes widened at the sight of Eugene. A million thoughts raced through your mind, questions you wanted to ask and have answered.

Your eyes scanned him for any signs of bullying, happy that you found none. And then the emotions came. Sure, it hadn't been years since you two had talked last, but you grew up with the boy in front of you. You knew him inside and out. Every look, every tell, you knew. You always did. You gaped at him, "E-Eugene?! Where have you been? I haven't heard from you in weeks!"

A regretful look crossed over Eugenes face, and he sheepishly pushes up his glasses. "Yeah, I guess I haven't talked to you in a long while, huh? I have a lot to catch you up on- Actually, I can tell you everything in a second. Let's go pay so I can introduce you to some people." You quirked a brow at his change and suddenly became aware of the abundance of snacks he was carrying.

Your heart fell. A bread shuttle, again?? He led the way to the cashier, and as soon as you both had paid, he took your hand and dragged you to the door.

Eugene was babbling incoherencies but you managed to follow along. "You're going to love them! And they'll love you! Oh! Rowan's here, too! It's been a while since you two talked, right? Then he'll have to catch you up on his stories from when he was in Australia!" You would bet a million yen that your body looked like a rag doll being dragged behind Eugene.

You were in shock, Rowan was back? Why didn't you know that? How long has he been back? What does he look like now?

You and Eugene managed to leave the store in which you were abruptly blocked by a wall of orange. You looked up, and to say that you were shocked was an understatement. "Hey what took ya so long?" Someone said, punching Eugene in the shoulder. That someone, you quickly realized, was Rowan. He looked a lot different- he was way taller than you remembered and he looked older, more mature.

And his hair- you let out a little giggle which caught both Eugene's and Rowan's attention. He looked at you, confused, for a quick moment before his face lit up in realization. "Y/N? Is that you!?" Rowan's haircut looked even more ridiculous when he was facing you and you broke out laughing.

"I'm sorry. It's just- your hair. What'd you do to it?" You broke out laughing and Eugene joined in with you. Rowan was fuming, protesting while you two continued to poke fun.

"You're meaner than I remembered you to be, y/n, how could you do this?? I thought we were friends!" Rowan wailed when you finally settled down and stopped laughing. "I'm sorry, but it's good to see you again. And why haven't you bothered to tell me that you were back?" You asked, pointedly looking at him.

Before Rowan could respond, another voice interrupted you three. "Hey! You guys! What are you doing? I'm hungry!" You turn to look at the origin of the voice and reality was suddenly slammed back into you.

Is this the guy that's making Eugene be a bread shuttle? The figure catches up to your group and you take in his features. He's tall, has toned skin and reddish hair.

His dark eyes flicked to you and he faltered, about to say something. “Oh, hey, Big Ben! This is my friend, y/n, we haven’t talked in a while so I was just taking her to meet everyone.” Eugene greeted,

Big Ben’s eyes went wide. “You have friends besides us and you didn’t tell me?! Eugene, how could you!” He pouted, but that isn’t what ticked you. “Friends??” You meekly asked, looking in between the three guys in front of you.

Eugene puffed out his chest and you could see his eyes gleam when he nodded in confirmation. “Yeah! That’s who I’m trying to introduce you to. The rest of the group is gathered around the corner. Come on, guys, let’s go. I’m sure Gray and the others are waiting.”

Big Ben got over his fit and straightened up immediately, clearing his throat. He turned and lead the way down a couple blocks to a place with outdoor tables. It was kind of busy, as expected on a nice afternoon.

Towards the outside of the group of tables, you could see four boys who looked about your age. The taller one with the green hair and a shorter, black-haired guy were bickering between themselves while the other two were sitting there, watching the scene go down.

"HEY GUYS! WE'RE BACK AND WE GOT A SURPRISE!" Big Ben's loud voice startles you and you take notice of the four people now staring at you.

Coming to a halt in front of the table, you stand awkwardly next to Big Ben while Eugene passes out the contents of his plastic bag. "Guys, this is y/n, Eugene's friend!" Big Ben puts a hand on your shoulder and you nearly jump from the contact. "Y/n, this is Alex, Gray, Gerard, and Teddy." Eugene adds in, pointing to the names respective person.

You nod and manage a wave and a small smile. Gray smiles back with a simple "nice to meet you" while Gerard and Alex seem more enthusiastic to meet you. Teddy stays quiet, studying your interactions with his friends.

When Eugene was done passing out snacks, he comes to stand by you. While you knew Eugene inside and out, he also knew you inside out and meeting a bunch of new people at once wasn't your best situation to be in.

"Where'd you two meet?" Gray's voice cuts everyone else's off and you reply. "We grew up only a few doors down from each other. Our moms are friends so it was only natural for us to hang out a lot because of that."

"And then I came in and made the friendship more awesome!" Rowan exclaims coming up behind you both. You instinctively roll your eyes, "Sure you did. You keep telling yourself that, Rowan." Rowan pouts at you and you flick his forehead, laughing. "Ow! That hurt!"

"Says the one that took down a ranked Daehyeon member" Eugene mutters. Your eyes widen and you quickly spin your attention to Eugene and Rowan. "What??" You were well informed about Shuttle Patch and anything and everything else that came with it- you were friends with Eugene and Rowan, after all. "You haven't heard about Rowan's fight with Daehyeon's Eunchan?" Big Ben asks. You look at him and shake your head. "No, Eugene hasn't talked to me since the beginning of the school year so I have no idea what's going on-"

"Don't worry, I'll tell you! I was so amazing- I could take on Donald Na next!" Rowan exclaims, taking up everyone's attention with his reenactment of what happened(according to him). You ended up taking a seat halfway through Rowan's story. Gray was next to you and eventually everyone settled down into their seats.

Rowan was finishing up his story when he cut himself off. "Oh! And let's not forget about the time me and Eugene took on Wolf!" Your eyes bugged out. "Wolf Keum?!" You gasped. Rowan nodded proudly, "Yep! I decked him right in the jaw with my trusty elbow!" You squinted your eyes doubtably at him, but the red head just nodded in reassurance. "It's true! Eugene and Gray were there! Tell them!" Eugene blushed and stammered his way through his part of the story. Big Ben and eventually Gray joined in, finishing it off, and you listened intently, on the edge of your seat.

It went on like that for who knows how long. It was one story after another and by the time they were all done, the group moved on to other topics of conversation. They all made sure you were included and put your two cents in on the topic.

The next time you were aware of how much time had passed was when you noticed the sun was setting. The loud bantering and side conversations dulled in your ears as you sat back and watched everyone.

Time seemed to slow as you took in Eugene's smiling face, his demeanor felt care-free and he looked at home. Were you seeing this right? Did Eugene really, finally find his group of true friends? A safety net he can fall back on? Someone besides you? You felt a sense of relief bubble up within you, and something told you that maybe, just maybe, that the little pile of ashes that are on the floor aren't meaningless after all.

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #eugene gale #eugene x reader

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soapoet · 7 months

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Hey! Just wanted to check up on you… are you okay?

Hiya ♡

Hijacking this ask amongst the many I've received inquiring about my whereabouts and well-being.

I'm okay! I haven't been, but that happens to us all, yeah? I'm in the midst of ADHD evaluations, and I do live in the middle of nowhere so I've had to travel a lot recently to meet with professionals for intense retellings of my life and shaking a ton of hands belonging to faces and names I'm struggling to keep up with. And recovering from all that traveling long distance, the noise of bustling cities, socialising, and overall chaos that has shook my little hermit self to the core, only to pack up again and leave for round 2: electric boogaloo, and the trilogy and the saga, has been exhausting.

I've also had to face my own perfectionism and fears of disappointing people, as my drafts are full of half written pac readings that I abandoned as time slipped through my fingers and I felt unable to get them done in time, or my energy was simply running too low to type everything once I started and had to look at another unfinished thing on top of everything else I've put on hold irl.

But I'm back now! And about to post a new reading. It's quite long and detailed and I'm lowkey considering it my apology reading for vanishing without a trace, haha. Many also wished for a masterlist, so I have provided that in the pinned post and I'll keep it updated. I'm traveling again tomorrow, but requests are open so all the lovelies seeing this can drop some suggestions in my inbox, and I'll pick something to work on.

Thank you for your patience and understanding ♡

#asks #anon #pac reading

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vampyrsm · 1 year

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Gonna probably try to sleep now but I just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who messaged me/sent an ask or just contacted me in one way or another. The advice and kind words have helped a lot, I promise, so yeah thank you for all of that.

I think the bottom line is that I'm not going to be leaving hopefully any time soon and I don't plan on deleting the things I'm working on.

Hopefully, I'll feel better tomorrow or in the next few days, I think I've just been under stress with IRL things and forced myself to write when I wasn't in the right headspace for it which made my view kind of warped when reading my own work. Anyway, yeah. Thank you :)

Oh also to all the asks in my inbox, I still have them. I really don't want to reply to them and ruin them with my crappy way of thinking right now so don't worry. I'm not ignoring you, I don't hate you, thank you for sending in your thirsts

#— alex rambles

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weezly14 · 1 year

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Hello!

Do you think we could get another chapter of dust to dust soon?

hi, friend!

there are a few questions in my inbox about dust to dust, so i figured i'd hit them all at once:

it's gonna be at least two weeks. sorry. my real life has been busy (i spent two hours trying to get my dog's ear to stop bleeding yesterday, just as an example of the absurdity of my life recently) and it's not going to calm down until next week. tomorrow i'm leaving town to spend a week with family and for my best friend's wedding, which i'm in. so while i might write on the plane - i'm going to be focused on other stuff for the immediate future.

i want to work on it! i opened the doc yesterday for the first time since january, so hopefully soon i'll have something to share. i already have a scene or two brewing. i know it's been ages, and you've been patient, so all i can ask is that you continue to be patient.

#weezly responds #weezly talks dust to dust

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succulent-mud · 11 months

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chocolate and mint chip ice cream asks 🍦

Good day Cesium!

So, in my inbox happened this funny little thing that I had 4 people asking for chocolate, and I already answered. From now on, I'll just change the chocolate, special thanks to this amazing friend, Rulette.

Buttered pecan— what does your last text message say?

Not much, just a text with a deary good friend of mine talking about something in a game. Writting textually: "It's very easy, we will kos (killing on sight) tomorrow". However there's this image of another deary good friend being absolutely stuck on the ground with the character peeking its head out...just couldn't leave without saying that.

Mint chocolate chip— what’s your favorite thing in your closet right now? oH, this very chunky strawberry cardigan, the nicest and warmest thing I have, especially for the pretty cold weather we are having. If I could, I would even use it to sleep. Below there's an image describing how it should look; mine is with a vanilla/cream color instead of pink, but eh, it works so.

#MORE ASKS #succulent answers #YEAHH

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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So, just some admin chatter here, my loves! I plan on publishing answers to the last four remaining questions in the ask box tomorrow, along with some random headcanons I have written. I have about 133 pages on Word to read through and proof or rewrite some parts of, so probably about four or five days worth of headcanons, both sfw and nsfw and about a day or two of gif reaction posts for varying fandoms. I don't really get many asks so I'll probably leave my ask box completely open for requests while I post those and just answer the requests as they come in alongside those posts.

I do plan on updating my fandom list and my rules, probably the icon for the blog too and would like to know how all you lovely readers feel about the different fandoms I write for. Are you guys enjoying the variety of fandoms? Are there any fandoms you guys are annoyed by seeing stuff for? Would you prefer to see more written for more? I'll probably post a poll for readers who don't want to send inbox messages to weight in on this.

Also, as I mentioned either in the author's notes or a tag over the last couple days, I am thinking about having another event. As mentioned, I truly love and dearly appreciate every request I get because I don't really get a lot of them and do accept responsibility for that. But the events have always generated a lot of requests so I'm thinking it might be a nice way to get the blog active when I run out of prewritten, prompted stuff. For those familiar with the blog, you'll know how these events work but for anyone new to the blog, basically I tend to create little 'events', with theme days to generate asks, such as the opportunity to request scenarios, AU's, holiday asks, or asks personalized to you the reader. I've got a couple ideas in mind if I do decide to host an event again but would like to know if you readers would like to see that happen, and, if you do, is there anything you'd really like to see me do for the event? Again, I'll probably post a poll for those readers who feel a little shy about messaging me or popping into my inbox (though, please guys, always feel free to do that because you all are amazing people and I'm always happy to talk to you guys).

#admin chatter

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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hi y'all! 🦋

I apologize for the long message in advance! But as many of y'all probably noticed, I didn't actually wind up taking my social media break this weekend. Recently, I've been feeling the addictive/pressuring side of Tumblr which means it's time for me to take a bit of a break, for real this time lmao

As a result, I have some important updates for you guys!

I'm gonna be logging off + will be off Tumblr starting tomorrow until next Thursday (so until Sept. 15). Feel free to drop ideas or any chats/Thirsty Thursdays in my inbox while I'm out + I'll get to them when I come back. :)

I have something queued to post every day that I'll be offline. I have 5 fics + a blurb that'll be posting. Everything will drop at 8:20 p.m. EST.

Since I won't be online, any asks that are tied to the posts won't have links to the fic like they normally do bc Tumblr is stupid and won't let you link to posts until they've actually posted. Also, I'll update the masterlist when I get back!

When I return next week, hopefully well rested and recharged lol, I'm planning to reopen my inbox for requests!! But I'll keep y'all posted if any plans change.

As for now, I can't thank y'all enough for following and interacting with my content. 🥺 I love each and every single one of you + I see each and every single like, reblog, and comment that you leave on my fics.

Thank you for your incredible patience with me and I hope you guys enjoy the fics that'll be posting this week! Lots of smut coming your way hahaha 💖

love mila 🦋

P.S. - I'm literally soooo close to 1,000 followers I can't even believe it 😭 so if I've surpassed that when I log back on you already know we're gonna have another sleepover and party like we're at a 1970s Elvis show in Vegas.

#austin butler #elvis #elvis 2022 #updates

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allylikethecat · 6 months

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now that the a&e fic is done (and what a lovely ending to it!), what are you most excited to write? are you going to do tue updates for another fic 🥹🥹🥹 (ducklings plssss)

Ah! Thank you so much! I'm so happy to hear that you liked the ending of the A&E fic! I really wanted to end on a more positive note than Fictional!Matty literally shitting himself and having them become parents in the future just felt right!

In terms of upcoming projects, I'm excited to dive back into the fics I currently have in progress (On a Friday, Make Way for Ducklings and You Know Where the City Is) and hopefully finish one of them!

In terms of new projects I am apparently starting an Equestrian AU that there are now three whole people (including myself lol) interested in, as well as the Nashville Fic in terms of chaptered works - and then a few more visits into the Infection 'verse in terms of one shots. I also have a very large number of prompts sitting in my inbox and I am excited to spend some time with those!

Other than Ducklings, which one are you most looking forward to? Or is there anything in particular you want to see from me?

I would like to continue updating on Tuesdays, but I'm thinking that I'm going to rotate through which fic gets that Tuesday update? Maybe? Or maybe I'll just pick one and that will get the Tuesday update (honestly, if I do it will probably be On a Friday - that one has the most detailed outline, and is also outlined to be the shortest - Ducklings and You Know Where the City is are beasts) BUT I will most likely NOT be updating anything this Tuesday because I am actually going out of town tomorrow to go see the boys, and as soon as I get home, I will actually be leaving again to meet Pop at a horse show - which despite multiple plane rides in my future, I'm not sure how much time I'm going to have to actually write.

The next chapter of Ducklings is my next priority though, and what will be finished next! I hope you like the chapter when it is finished, and I can't wait to hear your thoughts! Thank you so much for reading, your support and sending in this ask! I hope you continue to enjoy my work!

❤️Ally

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thatlittledandere · 4 years

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 15, 16, 17, 20, 21, 22, 23, 25, 26, 27, 31 and 40 for that shipper ask meme (sorry for picking so many but those questions are GOOD)

You're right, they absolutely are. I'm sorry in advance that this is gonna be LONG and I'm on mobile so I can't even add a read more;;

1. Talk about the first ship you ever had

So I'm SURE there were relationships I was invested in in movies and cartoons I watched as a child (I've always been a sucker for romance, even though there was that period when I didn't want to admit it) but I can't remember anything from very far back;; So it was either Ron and Hermione from Harry Potter or Ichigo and Masaya from Tokyo Mew Mew, whichever I read first.

2. Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life

GOSH. You can't do this to me. I guess Romione because it was the time in my preteens when I was becoming more aware of... stuff, in general, abs the two cemented my love for friends-to-lovers. Then Ioryuu, because I've never been AS invested in and passionate about a ship before and likely never will. Nothing can compare to that intensity and ngl I miss it;; I miss the genuine hype I felt in my heart that made me interact with people and make things. So many things. I honestly can't think of a third one with such a lasting impact, sorry;;

3. What's your current OTP?

I imagine Souyo scenarios in my head every night before falling sleep and every morning after waking up, this is not a joke not an exaggeration. I still feel a little traitorous saying this on tumblr but their dynamic IS somewhat similar to the way I see Ioryuu so-

4. What's your current NoTP?

I don't think I have one? I have dislikes, some of them strong, but I don't see any of them often enough to be, like, actively angry. I have better uses for my time than willingly exposing myself to stuff I don't like.

5. Do you have any poly ships?

Not generally, juggling two characters is enough work lol. The only poly ships I've ever really actively shipped are Niels, Duncan and Natalie from the web comic Niels And the Gang by humon and Kinatsuen from Boueibu, but neither are actively on my mind much these days.

8. Have you ever shipped yourself with a character?

BOY HAVE I EVER. I've seen someone on tumblr have a side blog for self-shopping and not gonna lie, it's an excellent idea. My late teens were spent reading character x reader fics on Quotev and I started my fic career with the same genre. I don't really know what to do with myself when I DON'T actively ship myself with a character, which is my state of being now that Yosuke surpassed Yoosung as my favorite character;; Ibushi and Yoosung are the biggest ones but man oh boy I have shipped myself with characters from early age and I'm showing no signs of stopping! There's a reason that I main dating sims.

15. Have you ever "shipped at first sight"?

Not for long. I SUCK at forming first impressions. Usually if I start thinking I'll ship something, I end up not being so invested in it after all, and instead shipping something I swore off at first lmao. Which leads us to...

16. Talk about a ship you initially disliked

As a rule of thumb, all of them. I don't understand HOW it keeps happening but somehow almost all the ships I truly care/d about (that I didn't start shipping through osmosis before knowing them in the source material) started out as something I thought I "wouldn't be able to get behind." Gajevy. Shikatema. Sasunaru. Doctor/Rose. Karabita. Atsutodo. Kiribaku. Yoozen. Enatsu. Freaking IORYUU. EVEN SOUYO. IT'S BEEN YEARS I REALLY SHOULD KNOW THE PATTERN BY NOW

17. Talk about a pairing you've stopped shipping romantically

Like, I started to think they're better as friends after all? I guess NaLi. Then again, I mostly only shipped them out of spite in the first place because I wanted a counter for N/a//Lu, which I never liked at all;;

20. Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping

Now this time I can say for sure that there isn't one. I can't come up with ships myself and stay on board if there isn't content for it, canon or otherwise;; It's not a conscious decision or anything, it's just how my mind works. I get attached to stuff by exposure, whether from fans or the source material, and if the source material has enough content for two characters for me to pick up on and become interested, it's guaranteed to be enough to become a somewhat popular ship.

21. Is there a ship you just don't get, but have nothing against?

Actually... That's the extent I go to with notp'ing these days. I'm passionate about the right to ship whatever you want so by proxy I can't have anything "against" a ship, even if the sheer thought of it existing makes me nauseous. And I know how to think from points of view other than my own, so I can usually see the appeal, even if it appeals to me personally less than eating dog shit while walking barefoot on rusty nails that are also on fire.

That said, the only ships I have on my Tumblr blacklist are Yoo//ra/n and Suza//lu/lu because they're both popular ships for characters whose tags I am/was following and therefore get suggested a lot even if I want following anyone who ships then. Oh, and all B/LMa//tsu ships! I generally can't feel good about incestuous ships, but can and will fight for their shippers' right to do as they please as long as they stay respectful. (never saw blmatsus who weren't respectful. saw a plethora of anti-blmatsus who were absolute demons. actually the reason i moved away from the last remnants of my anti mindset was that i didn't want to be associated with THOSE anti-blmatsus, when the shippers they wanted dead were all such sweet people. food for thought.)

22. Which of your ships have the best chemistry?

All of them?? Lmao I don't understand this question, isn't shipping all about liking the chemistry between characters? Or the potential for it I guess, in which case the chemistry is whatever you want it to be, which is great B) I'm sorry I keep accidentally dodging questions I'm bad at choosing examples from a long, unordered list

23. Which of your ships deserve better writing?

Hhhhhhh I shipped Jerza for years and was still unsatisfied with their ending, Jellal didn't get to heal enough and we didn't really see them working through their past in an effective way and getting comfortable around each other. It's like they were supposed to be friends to enemies to lovers but the last part didnt really develop and their relationship stagnated at the stage were they were both just permanently awkward out of regret, and couldn't bring themselves out of it even though everything was forgiven forever ago. Or I've forgotten a lot of stuff that happened. Very likely. Is your a case of bad writing or good writing not working out the way I wanted it to? You're asking the wrong person.

25. Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs/graphics or similar?

EYUP. Harumichi was my otp for like a whole year before I saw a single episode with them lol. It was crazy, but it was REAL. I've also went into shows already paying attention to things I knew my friends/people I follow shipped, kind of hoping I'd get into it.

26. Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic I'm writing these questions down from screenshots and I cropped the rest of this one out by accident rip

Eeeh I go for the obvious. Best friend pairs, obvious pining, some rivalry with sexual tension, though I don't really know what to do with those. Then there's the fact that I never see it coming sick Persona 5 reference bro and start shipping the couple I thought "should just be friends" at first. This is more about my relationship to the ships than their dynamic but it's very constant...

27. Is there a ship you've shipped for most of your life?

Hmmm well I got into HP and started shipping Romione sometime in mid elementary school so it's definitely been more than half my lifetime since, but I don't really know if I "ship it" anymore. I didn't start disliking them or anything but for me, "shipping" is an active intrest in a fictional relationship, so if it reaches the stage where I like it, in theory, but I don't have the feels, it doesn't really count. That's why I can say I like ships without shipping them. It's gotta be actively on my brain, man.

31. Talk about one of your favorite headcanons for a ship you love

I haven't mentioned Kannao once, which is criminal. So here's some of what I imagine their future to be like :D I've been getting new Persona followers recently so here's something for you to unfollow me over lmao

So first of all I ignore the canon that Naoto goes back to the city for her detective work after her first year of high school, shhh she stays in Inaba, only taking the occasional jobs. She and Kanji start dating during the spring break before their second year and get more comfortable with each other, so that the next summer they're still cute and very much themselves (which means somewhat reserved) but not as awkward anymore :) I haven't thought about what happens after they graduate but they get married in their early 20s and have a son <3 (Chie and Yukiko adopted their daughter only slightly earlier. They may or may not have had a bit of a competition going on) ((yes Souyo are very much together but if they end up having children I haven't thought about it it's later))

Kanji manages the textile shop and Naoto helps when she's free from detective stuff. They live in Inaba but Naoto is away quite often for her gigs;; She takes up a few jobs less when Kouta is little though so he wouldn't feel less close to his Mom than his Dad.

Both Kanji and Naoto suffered from unfair expectations growing up, so they try their best to make up for it with Kouta's upbringing. They want him to feel comfortable being himself and free to express himself the way he wants; they make sure he knows he'll always be loved and supported, and to never be ashamed of who he is. As a child it doesn't even occur to him that many social norms and social expectations exist, because Naoto and Kanji pretty much let him do whatever as long as he isn't hurting himself or anyone else. They might go a little overboard though, giving into Kouta's whims without much consideration at all. The Amagi Aunties enforce rules and keep kids grounded in reality much better lmao

40. If you could change one thing about your otp, what would that be?

HMNGHNMHGNMGH I WAMT YOSUKE'S INTERNALIZED BULLSHIT ACKNOWLEDGED!! It's there AtlUS!! Stop pretending oh my god.... I love the Dancing All Night story mode (so far. I am by no means done); Yosuke gets cool moments and Yu's internal monologue really shows how much he appreciates him. The dynamic is so much better than with a silent protagonist, and thank god they didn't go with the tactless anime Yu (as fun as he is). I know there are a bunch of nods to the cut romance across spinoffs but mannnn... I wish they were more serious about it. At this point it's not even that far-fetched to think Yosuke has feelings for Yu that he may or may not be aware of, and I know that Yu as the player character can't be too tied down to one option in canon, but still... Even the clown gets tired of jokes at some point. One can dream.

40 ship questions

#asks #anon #about me #this took like three hours and i didn't even take breaks shjddhjjdfh #i'm not complaining i love answering questions but like #i thought i'd still have time to do something else after #it's almost 3 am now;; it wasn't even midnight when i started;;;#i have another ask in my inbox but i'll have to leave it for tomorrow now orz #also sorry for dropping a bunch of ship names on you without specifying characters or fandoms #i have no excuse i just didn't want to do it #oh and if you're heavily in the 'naoto is trans only go die' crowd... this is the wrong blog for you #i respect other headcanons and preferred readings but it has to go both ways #and i prefer her as a woman if it wasn't clear from this #for personal reasons #that i'm not required to specify #if you make a post referring to naoto as them that's awesome and that's who they are in it #and if you think he's a trans guy but accept not everyone sees him that way that's awesome keep that up #but if me calling naoto her makes your blood boil for whatever reason then unfollow and block if you need to #that's great that's what taking responsibility over your experience is #i'm not guilt-tripping anyone into staying my headcanons are no better than yours

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gaycrouton · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like he needed to be reminded.

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

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

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

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

"You're taking notes?" he balked.

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

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

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

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

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

"Better around a rim than Lebron."

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

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

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

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

"Lookie here, a hoe getting plowed."

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

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

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

"Which part?" he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

"The plow one?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does that actually feel good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does it what?"

"Feel good?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why not?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You deserve better," he stated firmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can't it be mutual?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was that what you wanted?

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

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

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

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

"Even if he was a bad kisser?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" he murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why not?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe we could try again, sans bee."

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

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

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

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

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

He needed to do the same for her.

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

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