#i just finished the first episode and nearly started bawling right there

[doggytail-duck]

So the new Willow tv series damn near made me cry out of sheer nostalgic joy

[suffarustuffaru]

If you don't mind me asking but when did you first get into re:zero

yeah i dont mind at all :o ig yallre gonna hear my full origin story now haah. its my—my… ok id say tragic backstory but i dont think this is really that tragic LMAO. my humorous backstory? silly backstory?

anyway i got into rezero in summer of 2020!! this was months before s2 started airing and by around this time there was just s1, s1 directors cut may or may not have been out?? i forgor :<, but then s2’s first teaser came out right about now.

it was quarantine…. i was bored one day and wanted smth new to watch… and by then id only really briefly seen rezero—like you know that s1 promo poster with subaru standing there while surrounded by some of the main girls in s1 (beatrice felt emilia rem ram)?? yeah id seen that. in the back of my mind i kinda assumed the show was just another one of those abt a dude surrounded by his harem of girls or smth?? :< but then i learned the Real Premise is the time travel. via death!!!! and ive always loveddd angst and whump so i was like “NO FUCKING WAY I HIT THE JACKPOT” and eagerly looked into rezero some more to see if it was worth watching. and then i saw all the shit reviews on rz that never seemed to agree on if it was good or not…… and then gigguk’s video…… and then i saw mother’s basement on youtube make a defense of rezero s1 and i was like!!! ok fuck it im watching this show. i want the angst i want the complex time travel shit. i think id spoiled myself on a couple of subarus deaths by this point trying to decide if i should commit to rezero and then i started binge watching s1!! esp when i was like ok this is a good time to get into it s2 was announced right??

anyway i got hooked on rezero fr 👍👍 the first s1 emisuba lap pillow had me quaking in my boots ;-;;; and i was already invested from ep1 bc i liked the characters a lot already!!! i am simply BUILT DIFFERENT i loved subaru from day one!!! by the royal selection episodes ofc i was dying of secondhand embarrassment but tbh i grew even more invested in rezero after that!! i was and still am super impressed that the narrative had the balls to have subaru fuck up sooo so so bad there. like seeing that emisuba argument and the julisuba duel for the first time was crazyyy. the conflict was really good and the latter s1 development…. woagh.

and then you know i finish s1 and i immediately get to researching how to read, i read arc 4’s wn and bawl my eyes out from the sheer amount of rollercoaster both the emotions and Long Ass Novel gave me (yes i was bawling my eyes out at parent and child) (yes i was bawling my eyes out at choose me) (yes i was bawling my eyes out for all the suffering loops) (yes i was bawling) (i have no clue how i read all those pages fr like that arc is massive), i speedrun arc 5, i accidentally spoil certain bits for myself (arc 6 stuff), i read most of arc 6 in spurts, tune in every week for s2 (and bawled my eyes out seeing the s2 part 1 op for the first time) etc etc!! one thing lead to another and now i am here…….. three yrs in this fandom… nearly (?) a yr being active on rezero tumblr… HAH

also i made a reddit account back inn…. 2020 or 2021 bc i wanted to be a tinyyy bit active in rezero reddit (this was half a mistake btw. i think i have more balls of steel now but my younger self was sooooo naive. shaking them by the shoulders. this is an anime fandom!!!!!! and this is reddit!!! whatre u expecting???? i am less shy now on the internet thats for sure!!). anyway im still a tiny bit active on rz reddit now after not touching it for like a year. now i use my reddit account for spreading otto propaganda and slander /lh …../hj

but anyway ive never been active in fandoms until rezero and thats bc id usually lurk and a lot of my past hyperfixation medias were :< big fandoms :<<< but then. ok im a fanfic enjoyer and i didnt write much fanfic or publish fic at all before this fandom but then in 2020 after watching s1 i checked rezero’s ao3 page and *sniffles* *sobs* thERE WAS ONLY LIKE 2 PAGES ON THERE MAN….. A WHOLE DESERT…. yes and then one thing lead to another and now there is more fic and also ig id be considered an english fic writer elder maybe…… i started posting in like fall/winter 2020? and maaaan im one of the only ppl from that era whos still posting i think!!! ive seen the entire english fanfic scene pop up!! ive participated in a bunch of community events… sooo wild to think about. i feel old guys!!!

but now i have gotten more and more active in the rz fandom yes :3 its been fun!! rezero is very important media to me and ive met lots of cool people in my time here :) when october 2024 rolls around itll be s3 time (AAAAA HYPE HYPE HYPE) and like four yrs of me being in this fandom?? its wild but my lifes genuinely changed a lot bc of me getting into rezero!! met lots of cool people… made pals… gotten my writing and art out there and improved on it via. large amounts of rezero fanart HAH.. became more unhinged.. etc etc :D even got to meet one of my buddies i met via rezero irl 👍👍 more irl crossover events will happen i swear.

also gigguk in my eyes redeemed himself for his old rezero skit vid by making a glowing review for rezero s2 with his pals. i can forgive him i suppose :<<<

in conclusion: idk if i count as a fandom elder but i sure have a lot of my own fandom lore pfft :<<<

[lipstickstainz]

mismatched socks - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Spencer's girlfriend (reader, FBI agent too) always wears mismatched socks and when they have their first night together at his apartment he notices, and his brain goes to mush, and falls in love with her even more

Warnings: fluff, some talk about Spencer being insecure Word Count: 2.2k A/N: thanks for the request, love! I really enjoyed writing it! requests are open guys! hope you enjoy. gif not mine.

Spencer had always known he was different. He had always been the smartest in school, which could be attributed to his eidetic memory. He wasn't invited to birthday parties because he liked to tell facts that were funny to him, but that no one else found funny. And he had been rather an oddball in other ways, too.

All his life this fact had made him insecure. He thought of himself as too skinny, too unathletic-especially when he compared himself to Derek, which was pretty stupid, of course-and his hair always lay funny, no matter how hard he tried to tame it. He wore cardigans over shirts-the watch over the cardigan, of course-which was pretty weird, but he wore Converse with them and two different socks every day. He loved magic and physics jokes. Spencer couldn't talk about the latest episode of Greys Anatomy, and he wasn't sure what Team Stefan and Team Damon were. Spencer didn't fit in perfectly anywhere and it had taken him time to accept that. He also never imagined anyone would find in attractive, or even want to be with him.

Until you came along.

On your first day at BAU, he immediately noticed three things about you. First, you walked incredibly fast, actually too fast to just walk from one office to the next. It seemed to her as if you were flying. Second, you tucked your hair behind your ears every few minutes, even when it wasn't falling in your face. He wondered why you didn't use a pin or a scrunchie. But it was a habit that didn't bother him in the least. From the moment he first saw you, he found you irresistibly pretty, and he was glad your hair didn't cover your face. And third, you could write ambidextrously. As the team sat in the conference room and you scribbled something in your case file - also something he noticed, you seemed to prefer paper as much as he did - you reached for your coffee cup with your right hand and continued to write undisturbed with your left, until the entire team looked at you as if you were from another star. It was a look Spencer knew all too well.

He had never met anyone like you.

Spencer liked you from the first moment he saw you. He liked that you took your backpack on both shoulders and that you preferred cocoa to coffee. He liked the way you smiled at him when he brought you one from the office kitchen and set it on your desk. And he liked the way your skin felt on his when you reached under the desk for his hand when you noticed a change in his demeanor. You then squeezed his hand twice. Once for "It's all right" and once for "I'm here, with you."

In your presence, everything seemed as easy as breathing. You listened to him when he blathered on about a subject you didn't understand, because you liked his intelligence and the way he explained things without looking down on others. You even asked when he had to explain something to you, which had surprised him so much the first few times that he had completely forgotten what your conversation was about. He had stared at you and the blush had come to his face. One feature that didn't escape you, but made him even more attractive to you.

When you went to his table one morning and told him that you had seen Star Trek for the first time the previous night, and now wondered how realistic the physics in the movie were, he could hardly stand it. You were beautiful and intelligent and interested in Star Trek? And when you asked him if he could explain something from the movie to you, he was sure his dream girl was standing right in front of him.

"I need your help", he told Derek that very day as they stood together in the kitchen. "How do I ask a girl out?"

Derek nearly choked on his coffee before turning to Spencer. "Since when do you want to date?" He noticed Spencer's gaze, which wasn't on him, but slid past him and lingered on you.You sat at your desk and tucked your hair behind your ears before looking up and over at Spencer's desk.  Derek could see your gaze wander around the office and then linger on Spencer before you smiled and got back to work. With a grin, Derek looked at Spencer. "You're going to ask Y/N out on a date? Oh boy, it's about time you finally do. I already said to Penelope that -"

"Please, Morgan. I just want to know how to ask her out”, Spencer interrupted him, looking at his friend.

Derek's grin gave way to an honest, friendly smile. "Don't make a big deal out of it. Just ask her directly."

"And if she says no?", asked Spencer uncertainly, his mouth twisting into a thin line. He couldn't imagine you going on a date with him, but he couldn't stay in the dark any longer either. He had to at least try.

"She won't”, Derek assured him. The whole team felt that Spencer and you would be perfect for each other, but he didn't tell him that. Spencer should learn to walk before he starts running. "I can see the way she looks at you. And if she does say no, she's not as smart as I thought."

Spencer trusted Derek's words and took it upon himself to ask you out on a date that very day. He had phrased the question countless times in his head, even encouraging himself in the mirror in the men's room, but every time he stood in front of you and looked at your beautiful face, he couldn't get a single word out. They got stuck in his throat and he was so embarrassed that he fled from you several times. By the third time, he had red marks on his neck, which you noticed immediately, and you wondered how you had made him so uncomfortable without having really done anything. When he said nothing again, you put your hand on his forearm.

"Are you okay, Spencer?", you asked, and he just nodded. It's now or never.

"Wouldyougooutwithme?" He almost mumbled, but you had understood him perfectly. "If you don't want to, that's fine, and we'll pretend I never asked. We'll just keep being friends and -"

"Spencer," you interrupted, smiling up at him, "I'd love to go out with you," you replied, and he was able to breathe deeply again. The marks on his neck faded as you tucked your hair behind your ear.

He had done it. Spencer had asked you and you had agreed, but where was he going to take you? Nothing seemed good enough for him. Going out to eat was nice, but you didn't seem like someone who needed to talk the whole time. He thought movie theaters were dumb because you couldn't talk there at all. After two days he had thought of something and he wouldn't have minded if you thought the idea was stupid, but when he presented his idea to you, you smiled at him excitedly.

"I can't wait."

You spent your first date in Spencer's favorite library, surrounded by knowledge and stories. You walked the aisles together, telling stories of books you had read and found to be good, and books you had abandoned because they were so bad you couldn't finish them. As you walked through each aisle, which had actually taken an entire afternoon, Spencer didn't want the date to end. He was going to suggest something else, but you beat him to it.

"There's a couch over there. Shall we sit there? Then you can read me something from your favorite book."

You would be the death of him.

A few weeks later, you had arranged to go for a walk. The weather was nice, not too hot and not too cool, so you strolled hand in hand along the paths. He liked the fact that you worked together but couldn't just talk about the job. You were explaining to him why a certain Matt Donavan from a vampire series was incredibly annoying when someone stopped in front of you.

"Y/N! How nice to see you!", the young woman said, unceremoniously wrapping her arms around you. When she broke away from you, you looked at Spencer.

"Spencer, this is Lisa, my college roommate. Lisa, this is Spencer, my boyfriend”, you explained before you could think about what you had just said. You chatted briefly before going your separate ways again. You noticed a change in Spencer's behavior and feared you had misinterpreted everything. When you couldn't take it anymore, you stopped.

"Look, I'm sorry I called you my boyfriend”, you said, looking down at the ground in shame. "We've never talked about what exactly we are, but it feels like you're my boyfriend and I wish you were, so I -"

"Y/N”, he interrupted you and tenderly reached for your hand. A smile spread across his face. He couldn't believe himself that he would ask you that. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

The bar was crowded and the later it got, the more crowded you felt. The team had been in the mood to celebrate after a difficult case, so everyone had gathered in the regular bar. Penelope was putting on some dance moves on the dance floor while Emily and JJ were bawling out the song, which neither Spencer nor you knew. He had his arm around your waist and pulled you tightly to his side, which you enjoyed very much. He didn't fit in here with his shirt and cardigan, but he fit you, you were one hundred percent sure of that.

As you stifled a yawn, he looked down at you. "Shall we go? You seem tired and I'm getting ready to go to bed too”, he suggested and you nodded. Outside, he hailed you a cab and as you got in, you gave the driver Spencer's address.

"We're going to my place?", asked Spencer, looking at you in confusion as you nestled into his side.

"Yeah, I hope that's okay”, you replied, "If it's too soon for you for us to sleep together, then you just have to say so. I won't be mad at you."

How could he be mad at you? You wanted to spend the night with him. You wanted to fall asleep next to him and wake up next to him. He had hit the jackpot.

"Would you like to drink something?", he asked as you sat down on the couch and kicked off your shoes. It wasn't the first time you'd been in his apartment, but you'd never entered his bedroom before and you didn't want to take the step without him. It was still his apartment and his privacy and you respected that.

"Just water, please”, you replied, pulling your legs up so he could sit next to you. He handed you the glass and you took a big gulp.

In your presence, Spencer had never felt like an oddball. You never made him feel like he was different or weird. You didn't laugh at him, you laughed with him, and you had assured him many times how incredibly attractive he was to you, even if he couldn't see it. He wasn't too skinny or too unathletic for you. He dressed askew, but it suited him like a glove and you had imagined more than once what he would look like without clothes. It didn't bother you in the least that he wasn't interested in the technology of today. For you, he was just right. For you, he was perfect.

Even though you often assured him how much you liked him and how happy you were with him, he was still insecure from time to time. But as you sat there together on the couch and you put your legs on his thighs, he was one hundred percent sure that he didn't need to be insecure. On your left foot was a green sock, while on your right dangled an orange sock.

You wore the socks like he did. Two different ones. Had you seen this on him and copied it or had you always worn socks like this? A question that could be answered later. His heart stopped for a second, his brain turned to mush, which is why he couldn't control his following words either. "I think I love you."

Surprised, you looked to him and noticed that his gaze lingered on your socks. "You see my socks and then say you love me? Maybe something isn't going right in that clever head of yours”, you grinned and leaned towards him. Blushes shot up his face. "I love you too, Spencer."

Gently, you placed your lips on his. The kiss was tender, hesitant, but Spencer saw his chance and gently pulled you onto his lap before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. His heart threatened to overflow with love. As he placed his hands on your butt, you moaned softly into his mouth. He smiled.

In your presence, he didn't feel like he was different.

[thebirdandhersong]

Hey, so I've basically never watched any k-dramas, but I've read a lot of manga and manhwa and the automatic next step does feel like moving into k-dramas. You seem to have watched a number, so I was wondering if you could make a recommended list? Only if you felt like it of course, but it would be helpful! (Preferably of at least some which are on netflix uk, I looked up 18 again but it's unfortunately not on here in Britain :(. But if you have favourites I'd just like to know them so I can look out for them anywhere)

Also yay! Your term's ended!

(yanks open the door) did someone say RECOMMENDATIONS?? I DO have many!!! Boy do I have them!!!!

(YAY!! One last exam and I'm done for the summer!)

I love Eastern entertainment (manga, k-dramas, c-dramas, and movies from Korea and Taiwan) because of several reasons: the scripts are phenomenal nine times out of ten; Asian culture puts a strong emphasis on the importance of family, personal responsibility, learning from one's mistakes, expressing affection through gestures and acts of service, and friendship and I really love seeing that in a story; and they make good use of silence and stillness in shows and movies, which is pretty rare in Hollywood. The quiet moments between characters are more often than not some of the most important in the story and I Love That!!

The dramas I'm (briefly) listing are in bold if they're available on Netflix UK, and in bold and italicised if they're available on Rakuten Viki (which is a mostly-free drama streaming service, though unfortunately they're rather heavy on the ads). The Absolute Favourites are marked with stars (***). Though I can't actually see the whole list of dramas available in the UK, so some of these may be wrong, and it may be worth checking twice!

If you're in the mood for something fast-paced:

Descendants of the Sun (Viki); considered a Classic

- romantic comedy, medical drama, a bit of action

- The confident and charming leader of a Special Forces unit meets a reserved surgeon and they hit it off, after some... interesting misunderstandings. But after dating briefly and breaking up, they find themselves reunited on a peacekeeping mission in a war-torn country. Insert a lot of Suspense and Excitement but also a lot of Comedy and Sincere Declarations of Love.

- if you enjoy Song Joongki's performance, I'd also recommend his movie A Werewolf Boy. If you enjoy Song Hye-kyo's performance, I'd recommend her drama Encounter.

***Come and Hug Me (Viki, but I don't know if it costs money?)

- thriller/suspense, romance, this one genuinely stressed me out but the moments of peace and reconciliation (and the ENDING) were well worth it

- Their first loves during their youth ends in her mother's death and their separation. Years later, the lively daughter of the murdered woman is now an actress, and the introverted son of the serial killer has become a police officer. They meet each other again (Of Course) and have to tackle all sorts of Nonsense (including the serial killer's return, his murderous brother's return from prison, the Media, the ghosts of their past, etc. etc.) together. HUGE focus on forgiveness, hope, healing, unconditional and self-sacrificial love. Also one of the best redemption arcs (I did in fact bawl my eyes out)

- my friend just started crying when we first watched this drama together because the male lead is just so gentle and tenderhearted and steadfast :')

If you're in the mood for something a bit slower

***Goblin/Guardian (Viki); International Acclaim

- fantasy, drama, one of the funniest dramas I've ever watched, but also tears (I cried at a rate of around once every two episodes. This show talks a lot about life and meaning and the effect your actions and words have on the people around you.)

- Kim Shin, a general from the Goryeo Dynasty, is cursed to live as an immortal Goblin (a Korean mythical/fairy tale figure) until his destined Bride pulls the sword from his chest, thus breaking the 'spell' and ending his life. He really did not expect his bride to be the vivacious and irrepressible Eun-tak, though, and What's More!! He did not expect that he would start wanting to live again :))) Includes a surprising amount of comedy, a surprising amount of tears, and EXCELLENT screenwriting. (Descendants and Goblin share the same brilliant writer.)

- fun fact: parts of it were shot in Quebec!! One of the characters refers to Canada as "the maple nation" early on in the story and my friend and I just burst into laughter.

***Encounter (Viki, but I'm not sure if it costs money?)

- melodrama, romantic comedy, FAIRY TALE

- a cold and withdrawn woman, recently divorced because of her husband's infidelity, and a warm-hearted and optimistic young man meet on the streets of Cuba by accident, and upon separating without means of contact, find themselves back in Korea as boss and newly hired employee. This sounds like a recipe for disaster: stuffed to the gills with unnecessary workplace drama and gossip, etc. but the story focuses instead on family, vulnerability, transformation, sacrifice, about art, compassion, mending relationships, opening up to people, and about the beauty in bringing and receiving comfort and love.

- also. ALSO. Fairy tale!!! with illustrated opening and ending cards and everything!!! (they literally refer to her as the Ice Princess. And her Prince is the human equivalent of sunshine. I Love him)

- if you like Park Bo-gum's performance, I'd recommend Reply 1988, too!

***One Spring Night

- melodrama; quiet and understated but very beautiful

- A bright, clever, and sharp-tongued librarian meets a quiet, steady, and gentle pharmacist one day. It turns out that he's a single father, and she's trapped in a relationship that really isn't working out. Friendship! Family! Sisters standing up for each other and saying No I Won't Let You Treat My Sister Like This, You Jerk! Figuring things out! Learning how to love! I really don't know what else to say, except for the fact that I loved it very much!!

- if you enjoy Jung Hae-in's performance, I'd also recommend Something in the Rain (which should also be on Netflix!) for his acting alone. I just think he's neat.

Reply 1988

- slice-of-life, comedy

- In the late 1980s, five friends (four boys, one girl) who have grown up with each other since childhood are Going Through It in high school. This drama is all about the little things that happen in life, and about learning to understand your family and your friends. Deok-sun is just trying to survive all of This as the middle child, and as a young girl who is trying to figure this Romance thing out. In the present, adult Deok-sun is just as lively, and is now happily married..... but to whom? :))) A Lot of '80s Asian culture, daily antics, and good old friendship.

- if you like Park Bo-gum's performance, I'd recommend Encounter too :)

18 Again (Viki)

- romantic comedy, fantasy/time travel (sort of)

- Nearly twenty years of marriage, and things have been going Wrong all over the place. His wife wants a divorce, he's no longer close to his teenaged kids, and he's just lost the job he's been faithfully working at for years. Daeyoung wishes that he could go back somehow, and finds himself 18 once again.... except he's still in the present. Interesting things ensue. He enrolls in school (it turns out to be the same one his kids attend), and decides to pursue the dreams he had to give up when he was a teenager. Antics ensue! But also Healing: he gets to know his kids all over again, and is able to view his relationships with Dajung (whom he still loves. Of course) and his estranged father in a new light.

- I have not finished this drama yet but judging from the first third of it, it is both well-written and well-acted. There are a few things that I am not a fan of, but on the whole Lee Dohyun's performance is wonderful and I have already cried buckets.

Other honourable mentions:

100 Days My Prince: historical drama. Prince caught in an assassination plot, loses his memory, wakes up in a village right when the king issues a marriage law that results in his marrying the spirited 'spinster'.

Still 17/Thirty But Seventeen: 17 year old violin prodigy in a coma after an accident, wakes up when she's 30; the boy who inadvertently caused the accident runs into her again after she wakes up and helps her adjust to her new life. Lots of wacky humour, very sweet!!

[anadipity]

Had a Bad Day?

Summary: So you had a bad day, but thankfully, Midoriya knows how to cheer you up.

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: NSFW

A/N: My first piece for the BNHAxPOC Week event. This fic is completely race neutral, so sit back and enjoy. (also wow, it has been a hot second since I’ve written an “x reader” fic)

You missed your train and were late to work. You forgot your umbrella on the one day of the month that it was pouring. You forgot to grab your lunch. Someone spilled water on your work computer, corrupting an important file. And your boss was in a bad mood all day.

Long story short, today has not been good. You keep hoping that something will go right, but nope. You even miss your bus home because you’re working overtime to salvage some of the files on your computer, so you end up walking home because that was the last bus of the day, and there are no Uber’s available near you. It’s an hour long walk and your heels break along the way. Everything sucks, and you’re at your wits’ end by the time you reach your apartment. You’re definitely going to need a long crying session tonight.

As you enter your apartment, Izuku, your fiance, peeks his head around the kitchen door, smiling when he sees you. “Welcome home!” he greets, and seeing his face instantly dissolves some of the tension from your body. Something about your expression must be off though, because Izuku’s smile falters as he walks out to give you a tight hug.

“Are you okay,” he asks, smoothing his hand over your hair (though making no effort to comb his fingers through your curls - a mistake that he’s learned to avoid after many failed attempts).

At the softness of his tone, you begin to cry against his shoulders, explaining about how everything that could go wrong today did. Throughout you bawling your story, Izuku leads you to the kitchen, and sits you down at the table, placing dinner in front of you and kissing the crown of your head. He waits patiently as you finish talking, wiping his hands so that he can brush away the tears that caress your face.

“It’s okay,” he says. “It’s all over now, and it sounds like all of this can be fixed. But we can handle that tomorrow, okay? Tonight, you’re going to relax, and get some cuddles, and take a break, okay? And then tomorrow, I’ll help you send out some emails and make some calls, and we can get you some new shoes, okay?”

You nod, with a final sniffle, and Izuku smiles at you.

“That’s my girl,” he says. “Now, do you want to eat?”

You nod one last time in response. “Thank you for the meal.” The food is delicious, and after eating, Izuku insists that he be allowed to wash all the plates while you settle down in the living room and pick out something to watch. You end up deciding on a rerun of a t.v. show that you’ve already watched, and the episode is just starting when Izuku sits down beside you, tucking himself by your side and draping an arm around your waist.

You’re more invested in watching Izuku’s expressions than in the show itself, and you barely notice when the end credits begin to play. You turn off the tv, and lean your head against Izuku. He shifts to wrap his arm around your shoulder, as you settle yourself.

“Are you feeling a bit better,” he asks after a few moments of silence.

You nod your head against his chest, snuggling closer against him. “I’m feeling a lot better. Thank you Izuku.” You tilt your head upwards so that you can look at his face, finding that he’s already staring at you with a gaze so tender that you feel bare, vulnerably so - as if he’s seeing into your deepest, most hidden crevices, seeing you for everything you are, but accepting you nevertheless. The feeling fills you up so completely that you nearly want to cry.

Izuku leans forward, closing the distance between you as he catches your lips with his own. You allow yourself to be taken willingly, rolling over onto your back as Izuku presses you against the couch cushions. Already, an electric warmth b up in your lower belly. The chaste motions of playful nips quickly give way to wet tongues and heavy breaths. With Izuku swirling his tongue inside you, exploring every crevice of your mouth, it’s impossible to ignore a heat building up inside you. You try to subtly lift your hips, in an attempt to get some sort of relieving friction by rubbing against Izuku’s thighs. But the boy pulls away from you, a playful smile across his face as his hands hold you down.

“Someone’s impatient,” he teases with an innocent freckled smile. It’s an adorable expression that you normally find endearing, but right now, it’s absolute torture.

“Izuku,” you beg. “Please, I need you so bad.”

His expression softens, but there’s still the tiniest bit of amusement in his otherwise gentle gaze. “You’re so needy today, Y/N,” Izuku says, as he lifts you up, bridal style, and carries you to the bedroom. Upon setting you on the bed, he reaches his hand down, slipping it below your skirt to press against your crotch, as he moves his fingers up and down in a way that’s just barely enough.

“More,” you plead. “Please fuck me, Izuku.”

Izuku leans down to kiss you once again. At the same time, his hand shifts his hand over slightly, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties.

“So wet,” he sighs into your mouth, as he begins to rub small, tight circles against your clit. You can’t help but moan, grinding against him in order to gain even more pleasure. It feels so good, so good, so good, and you can feel the knot of arousal in your tummy stretching taut, close to snapping. Your head rolls back and your eyes flutter close as you prepare for a sweet release. But suddenly, Izuku’s movements stop, and he pulls his hand away from you, lifting it up from his mouth to suck your juices from his fingers.

You whine, feeling tears building up in your eyes because you need him so badly.

“Izuku,” you groan.

He looks down at you, eyes widening with concern. “Y/N, sweetie. I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” he explains.

You nod, watching as Izuku strips himself of his clothes, revealing his beautiful, toned body. Next, he removes your clothing as well, leaving you bare for him to fully admire. He kisses you again, as his hands trail across your body. They eventually settle at your breasts, as his thumbs brush against your already hard nipples. Your breath hitches in your throat, and Izuku pulls away to admire your pleasure.

“So beautiful,” he breathes, as he lowers his hand towards your chest, and flicks a tongue against one of the hard buds. You moan at the ministrations, as Izuku unravels you, bit by bit. “So fucking beautiful.”

Wanting him to feel some pleasure too, you reach down until your fingers meet his length. He’s so delightfully hard, as you wrap your hand around the shaft, brushing your fingers against the weeping head. Izuku breath hitches, causing him to suck hard on your nipple.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Y/N, I need you. I need you so bad.”

You spread your legs wide, allowing him easy access to your dripping core. “Please,” you answer.

Izuku brushes his fingers against your lower lips, shutting his eyes tight in delight as he feels just how much you want him. Then, he opens those green orbs again, admiring you.

“Is it okay if I’m a little rough?”

“Just fuck me, Izuku,” you beg, not caring if (actually kind of hoping) that he tears you apart.

His smile shifts, changing from his usual warm grin to one that radiates power. He leans in close to you, and whispers against your ear, “Then on your knees for me, slut.”

You didn’t think you could get any more wet, but hearing Izuku sound so dominant has your arousal building up all over again. You flip yourself over, kneeling on the bed with your chest pressed against the mattress, giving Izuku a lovely view. He presses his fingers against your crotch again and begins to finger you in earnest, inserting two fingers inside of you right off the bat, scissoring and stretching you out in preparation. His other hand grabs at your ass cheeks, squeezing and slapping them to make them jiggle. He adds a third finger inside of you, and you feel like you might cum right now. You turn your head, wanting Izuku to see your face, wanting him to see exactly how he’s making you feel.

He’s already watching you when you turn around, stroking his cock to the rhythm that his fingers are moving inside of you. And then, he removes his fingers, and you almost cry at the absence. But soon, you’re being filled in a new way, as Izuku aligns his cock with your wetness, and pushes inside of you. His thickness fills you up to the brim, practically spilling out of your tight pussy. Izuku groans as he bottoms out, and you’re moaning so loudly that you try to bury your face in the blankets.

But Izuku grabs your hair lightly, yanking your head upwards.

“Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he orders.

You respond with a mewl, as you feel him pull out halfway before ramming back into you. Fuck, it feels so good.

“Izuku,” you call out over and over again.

The boy chuckles as he squeezes your ass, watching as it bounces against him. “Guess you just needed my cock, huh?” he asks, though he doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he fucks you senseless.

You so badly want to feel more, so you reach down to rub little circles against your clit, but Izuku pushes your hand aside. Instead, he grabs you by the waist, and sits down, so that you’re now riding him, bouncing up and down on his dick. The slapping sound of wet skin on skin fills the room, and the delicious smell of sex permeates the air. Izuku brings one hand to your chest, squeezing hard at your nipples, as his other hand rubs your clit forcefully. He kisses your neck, leaving love marks all along your skin. At last, his lips reach the sensitive spot behind your ear, as he breathes against the tender skin there. His hands come to rest at your hips, helping you to bounce onto him with extra force.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you cry.

“That’s my girl,” Izuku whispers, sucking at the lobe of your ear. “Let go completely for me, okay?” 

There’s one bounce where he hits you just right, and you aim for that sweet spot. With you being so deliciously tight, and wet, and warm around him, it only takes a few more pumps for Izuku to come undone, his fingers pressing into your hip bones where they’ll surely leave marks against your skin, as his cum fills you up completely. Before long, your own orgasm hits. Your eyes flutter close as you at last reach your climax, squeezing every last drop of the sweet milk from Izuku’s cock, mixing it with your own to create the most lovely of mixes.

After a few minutes of panting, Izuku asks shyly, “Was that okay? Was I too rough?”

You shake your head. “That was really nice,” you answer.

Izuku sighs, relieved that you enjoyed yourself, before lifting you off of his cock. White cream spills out of you as you stand on shaky legs, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassed. Despite there being no external sign of your shyness, Izuku presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s clean up, shall we,” he suggests, sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom for a shower. Izuku lavishes you with care, massaging soap into your skin, and gently cleaning out the cum that he left inside of you. You sigh as you lean against him, happy to be sharing this intimate moment with the man you love. After getting cleaned, you throw on a clean shirt and shorts, and Izuku pulls on some lounge pants and a t-shirt. He quickly changes the sheets, before pulling you onto the bed beside him and enveloping you in his arms. “Are you feeling a bit better?” he asks, as he rubs gentle circles against your back.

You nod. “Much better. Thank you, dear.” You tilt your head up to look at him, at the sweet and kind man who’s always so caring with you. “I love you.”

Izuku pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his nose against the curls of your hair. “I love you too,” he answers. You close your eyes, sleepy from the long day, feeling safe and warm in this moment. Suddenly, the day that had started out so badly, doesn’t seem so awful anymore. How could it, with Izuku right here by your side?

[turnaboutnerd]

None of the songs Klavier wrote for Gavinners were ever about anyone. He wrote by feeling, rather than by experience.

That changes after the Gavinners breaks up—after Daryan is arrested, after Kristoph is sentenced to death, after he learns he was responsible for the false disbarment of Phoenix Wright. After he falls in love with Apollo Justice.

He writes several albums’ worth of music all based on those experiences, as a way of processing what happened, as an outlet for all the sudden and complicated emotions he doesn’t know how to handle.

He writes songs about his feelings of betrayal regarding Kristoph (and Daryan). Some of them are angry. Some of them are sad. Some of them are longing — for the brother he wished Kristoph was, for the best friend he wished never changed. He writes about his guilt over Phoenix being disbarred. He writes about his perspective as a haughty teenager thinking he did the legal world a service catching a forger — and how he realized as an adult he had initiated a brutal witch-hunt and ignited the Dark Age of Law.

He writes about falling in love with Apollo, about how he wanted to hate him, about how he couldn’t. He writes about his complicated feelings “trading” his relationship with Daryan for Apollo. Did he betray his best friend for a crush? Did loving Apollo cause him to lose his mind and turn on family?

Later, he writes about the loss of Constance Courte. He writes about wishing how he could’ve been there for Apollo after the courthouse bombing, after he lost Clay.

He keeps these songs close to him, never shares them with a soul. They’re too personal—he could never release them. Besides, he’s done with the music business, ja?

But as time continues to pass, it’s suddenly no longer enough. He’s been venting in private lyrics for a couple years, but he needs others to hear what he’s been feeling—to validate what he’s been feeling. He misses trusting others. He misses performing.

So he pulls some of his best—which also happen to be his most personal—and records them in his home studio, compresses them into mp3 files, and loads them onto an old iPod. Klavier Gavin may be ready to step into the spotlight again, to share himself with the world again—but he at least wants to give the people he’s writing about fair warning.

Kristoph refuses to see him, as usual, no matter how much Klavier pleads. Klavier does not know why he continues to try (of course he knows, it’s because Kris is his bruder), but he supposes it’s good he at least tried at all.

Daryan sees him but is furious when Klavier tells him he wants to release a solo album (Daryan has no comment on some of the songs being about him). Klavier doesn’t understand. Daryan was furious when Klavier broke up the Gavinners; now he’s furious he’s making music again. He just can’t seem to win. Daryan throws the iPod on the ground and cracks the screen, refusing to listen to it. Klavier picks it up, dusts it off, and takes it with him regardless.

Klavier actually has more anxiety facing Herr Wright than he does Kristoph and Daryan. He knew it would go poorly with them; he doesn’t know how Phoenix will react, especially since they’ve never... properly talked about everything that happened.

But Phoenix is cordial, tells him he’s glad to hear Klavier is recording again (though his wallet won’t be, he jokes, with reference to Trucy; Klavier smiles crookedly, unsure how to take the joke). Phoenix is the first to actually take the iPod and listen to the album—the whole thing, even though Klavier only intended for him to hear the songs about him.

While Phoenix sits at his desk, pensively listening to each song, Klavier sits on the office couch, fidgeting nervously, trying to use his phone as a distraction. Finally, when Phoenix finishes, he pulls out his headphones, compliments Klavier on the great work, and says he’s sure it’s going to be a big hit.

Klavier thanks him but internally, he’s just like... that’s it? That’s all he has to say?

But Phoenix, already knowing what Klavier’s actually looking for, then smiles and says, “What? Was there something else you wanted me to say? Didn’t you know I already forgave you for the whole badge thing years ago?”

Klavier can’t help it: He starts bawling on the couch of the defense attorney he mistakenly disbarred nearly a decade earlier. Phoenix is totally unphased, but the episode catches Klavier by surprise. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed to cry about this—how cathartic it feels. Phoenix brings him tissues, wraps a fatherly arm around Klavier, and continues to talk about how he doesn’t blame Klavier and he knows this all has been very difficult for him too, etc. and it actually makes Klavier cry harder until he’s shaking and Phoenix is holding him like a father would his son.

Once Klavier calms down and is feeling better, Phoenix can’t help but ask: “Are some of those songs about Apollo?” He doesn’t have to specify which ones; they both know he means the love songs. Klavier says they are. “You should share this with him too,” Phoenix finishes, giving him back the iPod.

Klavier was already planning on it, but it makes him feel more nervous than before. (Ach, the songs are obviously about Apollo, aren’t they?) The next time he catches Apollo in the courthouse, he practically shoves the iPod into his hands, tells him he wrote a new album, and that he wants Apollo to be one of the first to hear it.

Apollo, for one, is utterly baffled. “Uh... I’m happy for you, that you’re writing music again, Prosecutor Gavin, but... you know I never was a fan of the Gavinners, right?”

Klavier’s hand trembles a little as he coolly flicks some of his bangs out of his face. “Sure, but this isn’t the Gavinners, ja? It’s pure Klavier Gavin content.”

Apollo remains confused but begrudgingly agrees to listen to the album that night, “if I have the time.” Klavier is partially relieved that he won’t have to watch Apollo listen to the damn thing like he had to with Herr Wright, but it means the suspense nearly kills him.

He’s utterly unproductive for the rest of the evening and following morning, waiting anxiously for a message or call from Apollo to let him know what he thinks—

And then Apollo walks into his office, looking sheepish and shy. Klavier’s heart leaps into his throat when Apollo holds the iPod out to him.

“I listened to it,” Apollo says, unable to look Klavier in the eye. “I, uh... had no idea you felt that way about me. I kinda knew that you were having a hard time with the other stuff, but, um...”

He’s blushing a bright red, and Klavier swallows hard before hoarsely answering, “Ja.”

Apollo manages to bring his eyes to Klavier’s then. “So... when are you going to release it?”

Klavier shakes his head. “I’m not sure. Soon. But I’m not sure.”

That’s when Apollo screws up his nerve and says, “Well. Before you do, can you at least take me out on a proper date before you go announcing your feelings for me to the world?”

Klavier is more than happy to comply, and the album is later released to critical acclaim.

[drivingsideways]

Finally finished watching “Signal” on Netflix, and I have thoughts!

Mostly good, but some are also Tired(TM) thoughts.

- I enjoyed most of it! The procedural nature of the show  wasn’t boring, the pacing was absolutely rollicking, the actors were good, the characters interesting, and they nailed the atmospherics, the social commentary etc right until the last quarter, specifically the episode where they find Lee Jae Han’s body. After that I felt I was slogging through the rest. I would say they could have genuinely shaved off at least 2 episodes to keep the tension alive. By the time we got to the last episode, I felt I had lost interest in whatever Big Twist they clearly wanted to land- but you could tell it coming from a mile away. 

And also, somehow, I think the “open ended” last episode- clearly written to give them a path into S2- was actually a cop out because to work with it you’d have to get too many “unrealistic” things to happen, which they’d been pretty good about not doing  given that their central premise was a magic radio. Idk, I think they did that thing where they gave a fan service ending and thereby ruined a lot of good things about the show until then, esp that message they kept hammering through that messing with the past/ future had Consequences and A Price. For me the getting Lee Jae Han back should have led to  either Park Hae Young dying or Park Hae Young retaining his memories while the other two don’t. And yeah, it wouldn’t have been the most “surprising” ending or whatever, but it would have been consistent. And they almost, almost did it right, and then I suspect somebody said, no, the audience needs something softer and we may get an S2, we need something EXCITING and UNPREDICTABLE and that’s how we got that mish mash! SAD. 

- The other thing that didn’t work for me was the Workplace Romance. I wasn’t enjoying it mostly because we don’t get to see Cha Soo-hyun going from rookie to team lead level detective because practically every flashback we have of her is either her making a bit of a fool of herself over Lee Jae Han or being thrown around- especially that really traumatizing two episodes where she was nearly murdered. I mean, no complaints about Kim Hye-soo’s performance- she knocked it right out of the park-- but they absolutely should have balanced out the writing for her so that we got to SEE her become the cop she is now. And even in the present day, there’s a lot of scenes where Park Hae-Young is - and I’m sorry, I’m going to say it- mansplaining stuff to her!! Why???? (Because “male leads”, that’s why.) So yeah, we’re told she’s a badass cop, but mostly we’re shown her being a rookie/ incompetent/ silly/ in mourning/ victim. By the end of the series I was ???? I mean this series was written by a woman, and I think I had somewhat different expectations of it, from that, esp because it started well enough! She’s the first woman on the squad! It comes with a burden! And yet we only see her being “rescued” by Lee Jae Han from other people’s casual sexism; we never see her actually putting up a fight, or working her way around it AS WE KNOW WOMEN DO. We are never shown that she has any actual ambition as a cop? for herself?  And by the time we get to the episode where Lee Jae Han is knifed and she starts bawling like a baby in the ambulance, I was like wow, this Crossed A Line, and I was sort of furious about yet another potentially Great Female Character being ruined by Sexist Trope. 

- And that brings me to the source of my Tired Feeling about this show- the actual cases, which were, without exception, about women/girls being murdered or raped, and the last case actually was about a teenager who’s gang raped by fellow students. Now I understand that at least a few of these cases were based on rl stories (I recognized the first serial murder case straight away thanks to “Memories of Murder”) but, wow, you are writing fiction. PLEASE. THINK DIFFERENTLY. At least one of the cases needn’t have gone that route. And despite the series being written by a woman, you can see The Male Gaze-y direction in a hundred other ways. 

None of it is too graphic, of course, because it was made for TV/ probably a general audience, but by the time we got to the last case which involved, Lead Character’s Brother being Falsely Accused of Rape as an Additional Thing, it was hard to be appreciative of the care they took to say, yes, victims are blamed and that’s deeply traumatizing etc. 

And then  there’s the fact that like I said above you gave your only and first female cop on the force this whole Trauma Backstory too. Of course she’d be caught by the murderer and have to be rescued by the male lead. Of course 15 years later, she’s still so traumatized that she does something really stupid. At the end of it, when you have her shoving a gun into his face, that’s not giving her “closure”, or making her “badass”, that’s just lazy writing.

I know this series didn’t come with any Progressive label or anything, and I know how police procedurals are, but gosh, at the end of this, I was Tired. 

Yeah so, I think I don’t regret watching the series, and I enjoyed quite a lot of it, and Lee Jae Han’s character esp really worked for me, but end of the day, this show made some choices which left it in the “good” but not “great” category for me. 

[noobtiedoo]

I got tagged by @weakforjaskier​ So... Let’s do this:

Rules: Name your top 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.

This is gonna be a tough one, but i’ll try. It’s in random order. 

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Number 1: (and this is a hard one) Chireadan - The witcher

Note: OKAY LET ME EXPLAIN THIS ONE: You cannot, i repeat CANNOT, make me choose between Jaskier and Geralt. I love these two idiots to bits and they are both my top person because Geraskier is one and belongs together always. So i had to pick someone else to keep it fair.

I love the show’s Chireadan. He’s very underrated, has a very cute smile, He just tries to do what’s right and I feel bad for him because of his love for Yennefer and then she goes and does THAT with Geralt where Chireadan can SEE it. Ouch... just... Can i crawl into my screen and hug him please? 

Number 2: Merlin - Merlin

Note: I mean this doesn’t really need an explanation. Just look at that idiot. <3 xD

Number 3: Magnus Bane - Shadowhunters

Note: Again need i explain this one? Just look at that wink, holy hell.

Number 4: Eric Coulter - Divergent Series

Note: Surprise, Surprise! I do fall for the bad guy sometimes. And i can’t get it out of my head that Eric might definitely have been divergent too. You can’t convince me otherwise. 

Number 5: Thorin Oakenshield - The hobbit 

Note: For a long time this was a battle between Thorin and Bard. Though Thorin wasn’t really a dad but an uncle instead, these movies gave me something for the dad-types. Hell even Thranduil was in the picture briefly. Needless to say, the rightful King under the mountain won.

Number 6: Piers Nivans - Resident Evil 6

Note: Onto the videogames since the rules said fandoms and not specifically asked series or movie characters, I HAVE to put Piers on the list. It was just unfair and mean dangling this cutie in front of me and then making sure he was only going to be around in that particular game in the franchise. LEON FINALLY HAD A RIVAL OKAY?!!! Besides, how can they do this to Chris? T_T i’m in tears. I ship Nivanfield so hard okay? Let me just tuck myself in a blanket fortress and bawl my eyes out... again.

Number 7: Garfield Logan - Titans

Note: Pretty self explanatory. I mean... He’s like Merlin only more awkward, goofy and-... aww heck he’s just like Merlin. 

Number 8: Isaac Lahey - Teen Wolf

Note: Basically the first one that fit the bill considering i have a whole list of teen wolf characters that i like. But i could only pick one so Isaac is the poster boy. But behind him are Stiles, Scott, Sean Walcott (we only see one episode of him but still.) Liam, Mason, Corey, Nolan, Kira, Malia, Lydia.. aaaaand Parrish. Yeah... The list goes on.

Number 9: Pavel Chekov - Star Trek (the reboot movies)

Note: Don’t get me started on this one. When the Actor died i was a mess. This -to me- is the best version of his character and i adore this cutie to pieces. Bones comes as a close second but Pasha takes the cake.

Number 10: Samuel Drake - Uncharted 

Note: He’s flirty, he’s whacky, he isn’t always the good big brother he’s suppose to be. But he’s just winging it bullshitting his way through life like i pretty much do, so a man after my own heart. Except he goes places, i don’t. XD Except i’m don’t lie nearly as often as this guy does. I mean.. To your own brother? Ouch. I mean i get it. I don’t get it. But hey, see how i work my way through things when i’ve spend 13 years in jail and 2 working for a lunatic. I applaud Sam’s ability to still be somewhat sane. (somewhat)

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Extra: I’d name my favorite from the Dragon Age franchise, but it’s a different one for every game and i didn’t want to take up three separate spots on the list for these men. Considering there should only be one character per fandom. Besides these guys don’t share. The only thing they should be sharing is me. 

Dragon Age Origins: Alistair (My personal goofball)

Dragon Age 2: Fenris (World’s sexiest grumpy elf)

Dragon Age Inquisition: Cullen Rutherford (PTSD suffering knight in shining lion armor)

Holy shit sorry for the long post especially to those scrolling on a phone. I’ll tag people now and finish up. 

I FORGOT SUPERNATURAL!!!!!! FOR SHAME! BUT IT’S OBVIOUSLY SAM TILL SEASON 3 AND DEAN FROM SEASON 3 FORWARD! Sorry Sam

@gloomierdays​ @jaskieriest​ @andyet-here-we-are​ @ub-sessed​ @marvelousmaize​ @wolfgeralt​ @dragonagehumor​ @darqueparabatai​ @forbiddenhero​ @jalecsquad​ @knightofsteles​ @castielogically​

[rum-and-shattered-dreams]

Chapter 13:  I Miss Him

Summary:

For once, Ford has a dream that isn't a nightmare. Bill falls suspiciously but thankfully silent. Stan gives Ford some news that brings back shreds of memories.

Notes: Here's a list of the end codes translated if anyone wants to see. I'll update it as needed but keep the newer codes secret for a while after posting them.

Thanks again to everyone for your comments and input!

Warnings: Nothing much to speak of this time other than some good old Stangst with a dash of fluff.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven (with illustration) Part Eight Part Nine (With link to more art!) Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve More fics An illustration (from part one) The afternoon sun shone bright across patches of grass and dirt as two sets of feet pelted through the clearing surrounding the Mystery Shack.  A third set followed along with a gritty laugh and the splash of water balloons against colorful T-shirts.  "Oh.  Oh no!" Stan said and turned tail to run as the kids chased him with fresh handfuls of yellow and pink balloons.  They disappeared around the gift shop and reappeared from behind a tree on the opposite side of the back porch, spotted in the bright specks of sunlight shimmering through the rustle of pine needles above. Ford watched from the porch and laughed as his brother dove behind a barrel filled with blue and red water balloons.  Stan dug both hands in and rapid-fired them at the kids. Through laughter, Dipper complained, "No fair!" Mabel ducked behind a bush beside the porch.  She looked up to him and said, "Grunkle Ford, tell Grunkle Stan that's cheating!" "Hey," Stan said, "All's fair in war or whatever!" and chucked a water balloon at Ford's head. His eyes widened and he moved to dodge but it was too late.  The balloon hit him square in the cheek and...  He didn't feel a thing. **** He awoke, not with a start but with a smile. When only one eye would open, his heart sank.  He squinted at the shadows on the ceiling of the recovery room, nausea stirring in his stomach as he shifted his wrists.  Why did he bother trying?  He already knew the answer.  Of course they were still bound to the bed's sidebars.  Of course he was still in recovery and his eye was still gone, and worst of all, he was alone. It was his own fault.  He'd told his brother to leave.  He'd callously nudged at Stan's deepest insecurity and, honestly, one of his own, to make him leave, fully believing that it was the actual reason, except... It was never about the money, he realized. He stared up blankly, too weary to bother stopping the tear that streaked down the side of his face.   "I'm sorry, Stan." "Geez.  You humans are weird," Bill's voice echoed through his mind.  Ford clenched his eye shut as if to close out the taunts.  Even so, tears flowed past and a sob wrung his chest.  "I didn't even do anything and you wake up and start bawling like a kid with a skinned knee.  Sheesh, it was just a dream.  Oh right.  Guess It's my fault that it's just a dream.  Oopsie!  Hope your brother's having fun with them today.  That's what you wanted, right?" **** Bill was seemingly silent as Ford recovered, leaving the elder twins with decades worth of fear and misery fueling their unrelenting apprehension.  Stan wasn't sure if Bill chose not to bother with them or if the anesthesia was to thank for Stanford's uneventful trip back to the shack.  Dr. Braum and her assistant had monitored his vitals with compact, portable machines to assure his safety during the drive and finally disconnected the leads once he was safely resting in a nest of plush pillows behind familiar bars. At 2 am, they'd taken advantage of the noises from the construction crew setting up the Shack's fair, using them as cover while moving him into the house and down the stairs.  Stan had led them back up and out, thanking them again for their help and assuring them he'd pay up as soon as he could.  For once, he meant it, and not just because they'd have every right to rat him out to the authorities, or worse, Rico, if he didn't. He slept on an air mattress in the basement for the remainder of the night.  He'd slept there on a few occasions, when Ford needed the company, but with the kids in the house, he'd taken to sleeping in his own bed every night.  It was too risky not to.  If Dipper or Mabel decided to check up on him, or to use his dentures as a fishing lure again, and found him missing, he'd have to spin more lies, remember more garbage.  But tonight, he didn't care.  He could probably say he was outside checking up on progress with the fair equipment if anyone asked and it wouldn't be unbelievable.  Either way, he needed to be there when Ford reawakened. And he was.  Even in his exhausted state, he only managed about four hours of sleep before he sat up, his bottom nearly sinking to the floor through the mattress.  A rustling of pillows caught his attention and he slipped on his glasses in time to see Ford sit up as well.  He yawned and stretched, flexing his hands and wrists, visibly relieved to be free of the medical restraints.  His hand reached up to the gauze patch taped over his eye and Stan held his breath, hoping Bill wouldn't take control and tear it off.  He let out a relieved puff when Ford's fingers simply traced the gauze and lowered back to the pillows in his lap. His head tipped down as his hands trailed across the familiar cotton, jersey, and microfiber fabrics.  "I never thought," he mumbled, "I'd be happy to be back here."  He lifted his head, seeing only a blur of his brother without his glasses.  In a clearer voice he added, "But I am.  Even though he can still get to me here, it feels..."  His voice trailed off with no intention of finish the thought he never meant to vocalize in the first place. "Yeah..." Stan filled in the silence.  Ford didn't need to say it.  After all they'd experienced, the basement was safe and comfortable in its familiarity and privacy, hidden from the view of outsiders, tucked away from judgement and pity. "You made it comfortable here," Ford complimented in hopes of detouring the subject at least a little.  He wasn't lying.  The warm light, the photos plastering the wall, the plants in the corner, the bookshelves filled with science journals and novels, the television, even the makeshift bathroom made the room feel like a home, despite the circumstances. "It ain't the Ritz but...  I tried," Stan said, scooping up Ford's glasses from the floor and offering them to him through the bars. "You succeeded," he affirmed, reaching for his glasses.  He sat back and stretched their strap over his head, finally taking note of his shorter hair.  After adjusting his glasses around his ears and comfortably over his eye patch, he ruffled the nearly buzzed strands at the nape of his neck and the longer curls crowning his head. "I got a mirror here, if you want to see," Stan suggested, lifting a square mirror framed in plastic that was about a foot tall by eight inches wide.  Ford knelt closer to the bars and looked through, moving his head from side to side to get as much of a view as he could.  Maybe he didn't look that much different than Stan after all.  Sure they each had their scars, but for the first time in a few years, he felt like he could see the resemblance again.  The shave and hair cut definitely helped.  His new style was almost identical to the one he'd kept in his youth but, perhaps a little longer on top.  It turned out that his nearly white streaks formed a semi-circular band around the back of his head from ear to ear.  His hands patted his cleanly shaven chin, stopping to trace one of the scars his beard had kept hidden. "Better?" Stan asked, uncertainty edging his voice. "Better," Ford confirmed.  Even if his scars were more visible this way, even if it felt like a child who'd lost his security blanket, it was nice to be well-groomed again.  He'd forgotten how much he'd once preferred his sideburns trimmed neatly and his hair off of his neck. "Hey, Stan..." he said, shifting to the side to look at his brother around the mirror and bars.   Stan lowered the mirror and answered, "Yeah?" Ford wanted to say he was sorry.  Sorry for being difficult while he was in recovery, sorry for snapping at him, sorry for acting like Stan owed him his presence there on that first day.  He wanted to speak up and tell him he was sorry for sending him away again after that, sorry for being so fickle.  Even more, he wanted to tell him that he never meant to mention money, that he had no right, but, the words failed him.  He didn't even know where to begin.  Instead, he simply said "...Thank you." **** Ford sat near the bars of his cell, drooping forward in the TV's flicker as he nodded off every so often.  Of all times, why did his new prescription have to kick in now?  Just a few more minutes.  Let me get through the rest of this episode.  Damn commercials, get on with it!  Ducktective was on the verge of solving the case and someone knew it.  A creepy stranger had been following him and had lurked up behind him with a knife raised, ready to strike... And it had cut to commercial. He shook his head, reaching into his jelly bean bag to find nothing but dust in its bottom.  "Aw, that was the last bag," he grumbled, crumpling it between twelve fingers.  He raised his arm to toss it through the bars but paused, lowering it to his lap and squeezing it between his palms as the screen flashed back to Ducktective waddling through the parking garage, lights flickering overhead.  Ford leaned forward, his hands idly holding the crumpled bag as the knife raised above the duck's head. "No no no no," he chanted, flinching to look away but unable to tear his eye from the screen as the knife plunged down... Into a cake. "Yes!"  Ford cheered, the bag flying from his hands.  "They remembered." The screen flashed bright and right in the middle of the garage was a table with a colorful cake on it.  The entire cast, even the deputy from season one shouted, "Happy Anniversary!" A sloppy smile spread across his face as he watched the animated cast celebrate Ductective's tenth anniversary as a detective, completely ignoring the implications of a real duck's lifespan.  He didn't even mind that the cliffhanger of "The Case of Miss. Felicity's Missing Feline" lingered. The basement door edged open and Stan gave a light knock, startling him. "Hey," Stan said, "sounds like you're watching something exciting." "TV, off," Ford commanded.  He looked toward the door, hoping his cheeks weren't burning too red.  Luckily, Stan backed into the room with the typical covered tray in his hands.  His bottom pressed against the door, his boxers twisting uncomfortably around his hips before he stepped away, letting the door click shut behind him. "Hey, you don't have to turn it off just 'cause I'm here," he said, turning to Ford who seemed suddenly fascinated by the hem of his sweater.   "Oh uh, it's fine.  It was just an old movie I used to enjoy," Ford scrambled for an explanation, arranging the pillows around him as an excuse to continue looking down.  Finally, he glanced up, as if to prove he wasn't at all flustered. "Sure, sure," Stan said, bending over to set the tray down.  "You know, the missing cat ended up-" "No spoilers!" Ford shouted, holding his hands up in surrender. "Ha ha!" Stan ended his laugh with a grunt as his attempt to ease down onto the floor pillow ended in the thud of him flopping into it.  "I knew it.  The kids and I missed most of the marathon today 'cause of the fair winding down but we caught a few episodes before they went up to bed.  Sounded to me like that was the fiftieth episode special, huh?" "It was..." "It only gets better from there!  Turn it back on," Stan said, swiveling around to at least partly face the TV. "TV on," Ford commanded, his voice squeaking sheepishly. "I felt the same way you did about this show until the kids made me watch it with 'em.  But, even though it's ridiculous, it's good, isn't it?" Stan spoke over a commercial whose catchy song invited viewers to "come along" and "feel the fizz" of their brightly colored colas. "Indeed.  The humor offsets the drama perfectly and, despite the cartoonish fantasy elements, it makes you care about the characters." "Yeah, that," Stan chuckled.  He turned back to Ford and the covered tray sitting between them.  "Hey, I brought some food from the fair if you want some."  He uncovered the tray to reveal a question mark shaped corn dog placed on a plate beside the meat cut from a turkey leg and assorted paper cups of condiments.  On a separate plate was a giant pretzel with extra salt and a cup of beer-infused cheese.  He'd even included cotton candy stuffed into a plastic bag, a cone of soft-serve ice cream, slightly melted and tipped upside down into a bowl, and a cup of semi-frozen lemonade. "That's an impressive spread," Ford said, reaching out for the bowl of ice cream that was quickly becoming soup.  He broke off pieces of the cone, dipping them into the vanilla and chocolate swirls.  "So," he asked between bites, "How did the fair go?" "I'd say it was more than a success.  Well, at least for Mabel and I.  I'm not sure exactly what happened but Dipper seemed upset about something.  Kid won't tell me what, though." "Reminds me a bit of you at his age," Ford said, cleaning the last drop of ice cream from the bowl with his finger. "Yeah, maybe a little more than I thought," he muttered, turning back to the TV as the Ducktective theme song played. "Oh, show's back." Stan watched with the odd outburst of laughter while Ford picked pieces off of the corn dog, dunked them in ketchup and mustard, and munched on them without looking away from the screen. When it cut to commercial again, Ford resumed their conversation, "So, how did your dunking game go?" "Better than I thought it would," Stan answered, stealing a pinch of cotton candy, "A few insults and everyone was coughing up cash to try to dunk me.  I haven't done all the math yet but looks like there's a..." "Oh Stanley..." "FAIR amount of profit." Ford stuffed a bite of cheese-dunked pretzel into his mouth to stifle his laughter.  He swallowed hard, cleared his throat and asked, "So what about Mabel?  You said she had a good day." "She did.  She won a pig at the guess the weight booth.  Named it Waddles." Ford coughed, nearly spitting bits of pretzel through the bars.  "A pig?  And she's keeping it?" "Yeah-" "In the house?!" "Uh...  yeah?" Stan said with a shrug, "Guess I should have asked but she was so happy and I didn't think it would be a problem.  I mean, you seemed alright with me keeping Gompers." "I...  I remember saying something to someone about this."  Ford shook his head, clenching his eye closed.  He searched his mind as if reaching for a book on the top shelf only to find half of its pages missing and the other half illegible.  "If I ever see a pig in this house I-"  He squeezed his eyelid tighter, trying to remember what he'd said.  "I'm sending you...  Him?  Back south." "South?  Him?  Who?" "I-  I don't know!  It feels like it's right there but I can't see it.  It was important.  Whoever it was...  I miss him," his voice cut out airily as he leaned forward, cupping his head in his hands, the ache in his heart nearly choking him and he didn't know why. "Can you remember anything else?" Stan asked, his voice gentle, not demanding or interrogating, "Something he wore?  How you knew him? Anything you did together?" "No...  Nothing other than that he was there for me when I needed a friend.  And...  I think we fought and I hurt him.  Badly.  Possibly...  Irreparably." "So, we know it's a memory Bill messed with, then," Stan sighed, ignoring that the commercial break had ended.  "Do you think he's making you believe you did something to hurt him?" "I don't know.  I DON'T KNOW!"  He clutched the sides of his head, doubling over.  "I hate this..." he whimpered, rocking back and forth, "I want to remember.  I feel horrible that I can't remember!" "Hey, hey, it's alright.  It's alright," Stan reached through the bars, resting his hand on his brother's shaking shoulder. Ford wanted to lean closer, craved the comfort of human contact with an ache that knotted his breath within his chest, but he backed away instead, clutching a bed pillow against himself, practically burying his face into it. Stan sighed, retracting his hand.  "Even when that monster hasn't shown himself for days, he still manages to make us miserable," he muttered. "Mmm," Ford mumbled, his eye staring up at the TV, not even registering the colorful characters on the screen.   "I mean," Stan spoke up, "He hasn't actually been around since we got back, has he?" "No," Ford answered, his voice muffled by the pillow.  "Not at all," he continued, lowering the pillow and easing his grip on it.  "Not that I mind but, between this and the pause before our birthday...  I wonder what he's up to." "He keeps saying things about having his eye on some new pawns," Stan pointed out, his eyes darting to the ground as he considered all that could imply. "It worries me.  Who are they?"  Ford wondered aloud, his fingers digging into the pillow as he rested his chin on it. "Is he bluffing?"  Stan added, picking at the cotton candy sticking out of its bag. "It's possible.  It could be a new manipulation tactic.  But we can't risk assuming it is." "I'll keep a lookout for anything um...  weirder than usual," Stan promised. The two stared blankly at the TV, not even registering the events of the show as it played before their eyes.  Their minds wandered, going over the past and worrying over the future, spiraling around too few clues to piece together.  Finally, Ford broke the silence with a sheepish question, "A pig, huh?" "Yeah.  He's cleaner than I figured he would be," he said with a shrug, somewhat glad to change the subject, even if his mind lingered on more disturbing matters.  "She gave me some photos of them together.  Oh!  and I got those ones from the party developed, want to see?" he added, digging in his pocket for the photos. "Of course!" Ford leaned forward, equally relieved for the distraction. Ford looked over the photos, commenting on the party decorations, on how cute Mabel looked in her party fashion, and on how Dipper somehow appeared to be somewhere in the background of every image.  When Stan showed him the photos of Mabel with waddles, he smiled and said, "She looks so happy." "Does that mean?" "Yes," Ford conceded, "It's alright with me if she wants to keep him in the house."

Notes:

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First one to get the "Fizz" commercial reference in the comments gets their choice of a set of Pines Fluff prints ( 1 2 3 4 ) or a set of Ford prints ( 1 2 3 4 ) mailed to them as a consolation prize for now having that song looping hopelessly in their head.  (See AO3 link for comment section) Edit: We have a winner! ChromaticDreams / @a-million-chromatic-dreams got it!

[lavanderstarcatcher]

Book Review || Geekerella

Geekerella by Ashley Poston

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book wasn’t supposed to give me feelings – at least not to this extent. I hoped to smile, giggle and maybe shed a tear or two. Instead, I ended up bawling my eyes out, sniffing and tearing through the book at a speed that I wouldn’t have expected from myself. Why were my expectations low? Because of genre-wise, this is everything I don’t read. I often read books that are classified as Middle Grade instead of Young Adult, this book has found its unique spot between all my fantasy books. I don’t read romance; I don’t read contemporary because they aren’t usually my cup of tea. So, how did I end up buying this one? And foremost, how did I end up enjoying it?

First Impression

I needed a standalone book, because nearly every book on my shelf is a part of a series, and once I start a book series, I have to finish it. So, I was browsing the shelf in my local bookstore and came across this one. It was the first time a book sold me on just being there, sitting on a shelf. I always google the books I want to read, always, well, I used to be able to say always because this book sold itself. The cover is beautiful. The purple spine is very eye-catching, the art is simple and dreamy, the title short but oh-so-important. Because it already screams GEEK. I mean, GEEKerella. It’s like throwing fandom and fairy tales together – which is right up my alley. Because I’m a geek. I have been to anime conventions, I read fanfiction, I write fanfiction, I spend too many days browsing Tumblr, I’m a religious Pokemon fan though I don’t play the games anymore or watch the show. It was promising, and the synopsis did a remarkable job convincing me. Long story short, I picked up the story because I saw myself in it because it was a reflection of me, of a geek, of a nerd, of someone socially awkward, someone who spends days in their fantasy world.

Part romance, part love letter to nerd culture, and all totally adorbs, GEEKRELLA is a fairy tale for anyone who believes in the magic of fandom –Synopsis.

The story

The story is cut up three parts so I will address each part separately. I will hide significant spoilers if necessary, but I will mainly quite my favourite moments of the books and fangirl.

Part 1

“Look to the stars. Aim. Ignite.” –Ending monologue, Starfield, Episode 54

It wasn’t my favourite part. It’s rather forgetful, really. Nothing major happens, but that doesn’t make it less important. It introduces all the characters quite nicely, it sets up relationships between several characters (including the main couple) and it’s a good set-up for a few plot points

(view spoiler)

(Damien’s issue with Brian, the fact that Damian is in the jury panel during the cosplay contest, Elle’s desire to go to the cosplay contest and just win

(hide spoiler)). This part also creates a relationship between our two main characters, which is important as romance is one of the major parts of this story. So, I think it’s a bit forgetful but essential.

Part 2

“When you can’t win the fight, you get bigger guns.” –Episode 14. “Better Space Than Never”

Plot-wise, there isn’t that much progress. Elle goes through with her idea to go to the cosplay contest and through the part she is working on that. That’s it. But that isn’t what it’s important in Part 2, at least not in my opinion. It’s the relationship development that got me reeling. Elle makes a friend, another romantic subplot slowly kicks in (I saw it coming from the moment the two characters were in the same scene – I have read too much fanfiction) and Elle’s relationship with Darien strengthens. And this part really gets to me.

–I’m flattered you think of me – Darien –I think of you a lot, actually – Elle

In the book, they have about three weeks to get to know each other through text. It’s not very long, and it could be classified as instant-love. And a year ago, I would have said maybe yes it’s too fast. Because three weeks of texting isn’t a lot. But right now, I can relate. Not on a romantic level, but it’s crazy how well you can get to know each other in a short amount of time, even just through texting. One of my closet lives on the other side of the world – like, I can’t hop in a car and drive up to her house. And we know each other crazily well. At some point it felt like we knew each other for over a year, and it was just a couple of months. Right now it still isn’t even a year, and yet I feel like she has been at my side for ages, through high school, through several years of college. Then I realise she isn’t.

–Look up – Damien –Is it the sky? – Elle –Not JUST the sky. It’s the SAME sky. And if we’re both looking up at the same sky, how far apart can we REALLY be? What were the odds of us being put on the same slab of rock in this huge universe? – Damien –Elle, we might not know much about each other, and I might not be there, and you might not be here, but I’m glad to share this sky with you. Maybe we should start looking up together, ah’blena – Damien

But that’s my reasoning why I don’t mind the short period of time for their romance to develop. And it’s why this part really got to me. I see us in there, me and my friend. And maybe not in a romantic sense, but we get each other, we understand each other and we share fandom things. And even if it isn’t fandom things, we are there for each other. This part, especially the text messages shared between Darien and Elle, is what I live for, is why I broke my habit and picked up this book. I might not make much sense – maybe I shouldn’t write this directly after I finished the book – but this part reflects so many reasons I picked up the book.

–So which universe are we in? – Damien –The first – Elle –Oh good, I was scared for a minute there, ah’blena. I’m glad we’re in the impossible world – Damien –Why? – Elle –Because otherwise I never would’ve found you – Damien

Part 3

“You are not alone, ah’blena, and your stars will guide me home.” –Episode 33. “A Box to Remember”

You know, I haven’t cried in a while since reading a book. Yes, sometimes I shed a tear here and there, but I have cried too much during this part. Not all parts, of course. It was the beginning of the part, which could be compared to the Fairy Godmother scene in Cinderella, which made me emotional because I was happy for the friendship, the friendship was great, and it made me happy and so damn emotional. Then stuff happened, which I’m not going to spoil. Several subplots were neatly rounded up, problems were wrapped into a neat bow, and they got their happy ending. And I still cry, so stupidly much. Because the hurt and the struggles were real. How they wove their feelings together with the fandom of this story was great, the lesson that’s important to look beyond the appearance and reputation, that family doesn’t have to be blood-related and that there are always real friends, and that in the end of the day, being yourself is the most important thing of all.

Conclusion

I know I shouldn’t have written this directly after finishing the novel. I still feel a slightly light-headed, and there is a stain on my glasses that has been annoying me for way too long. But you know what, I hope that I managed to note down why I loved this book so much, and why I even bothered to write a review for it. I won’t be dipping more in Contemporary because of this book because I think this is really more fandom focussed and not meant to anyone. If I give this to one of my non-fandom friends, they won't get half of the things, I suppose. But that doesn’t make it a bad book, not at all. It’s a lovely book that I will reread in the future, the perfect ‘in between series’ book if I have to wait for a delivery or a next release. I doubt there will be ever a book 2, and I’m perfectly fine with that. I have plenty of series, and a good standalone book is hard to find. Though, in this case, all it needed was a bright purple spine and a nerdy title.

“Do you really mean that, ah’blena?” “I promise-swear, ah’blen.”

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[dearlyvon]

Will you?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff. Full out fluff

Word Count: 1.6 k

Summary: Cuddles, Snuggles, Ice Cream dates. need I say more? Also a special gift included.

Note: Sooo my friend (*stares at her stalking my blog*) wanted a sequel to the Jimin short fic I did. So here you go.

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It’s been a few years already. And needless to say, that a lot of the best highlights of your life happened during those few years. Jimin was all you could ever ask for and more. You still had your insecurities but Jimin managed to make you feel the opposite whenever you were with him.

The two of you went on all sorts of dates, ranging from those expensive restaurant dates (usually only happens when something extraordinary happened. Like when Jimin finally debuted.) to spontaneous road trips to who knows where.

But it was dates like these that you really liked. Especially since it reminded you of the days back when the two of you weren’t an item yet. To be honest, not much changed between the both of you. Just that the both of you show more affection to one another.

It was the type of date where you both just pulled out his or your laptop and watched whatever the heck you two were in the mood in. The decision wasn’t always unanimous but somehow you guys managed to pick one the both of you was fine with. Then finally being able to pick, the both of you just cuddle together and watch.

“Hey, Jimin! What do you want to watch this time? I’m in the mood for Fight for my Way.”

“I’m fine with anything actually. I finally managed to finish Goblin, so I need something to cheer me up after crying at 2 am on the ending.”

He laughed lightly at himself after finishing his sentence.

“Now do you know why I refused to lay down beside you the other night? I was bawling my eyes out at that time and I didn’t want to keep you up with my uncontrollable hiccups and sobs.”

“Oh, so that’s why. Either way, you still kept me up. You’re not that good at hiding the fact you’re crying. And you could’ve warned me about the upcoming heart wrenching ending that was to come.”

“Well I didn’t want to. I don’t like spoiling people, you know that. Besides I wanted you to find out on your own.”

“Okay, okay. Now hush, I’d like to start watching now.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes at him and clicked on the episode the both of you left off. You tried hiding your smile at him but it was nearly impossible. Especially seeing him smiling as if you were literally giving sunlight to his world. Which to him, isn’t far off as how he saw you. To him you weren’t merely giving him sunlight, you shone it. In his eyes, you shine brighter than Hoseok. Which was saying a lot already.

The pair of you quieted down and cuddled each other to get even more comfortable. You finally settled on laying sideways with your upper back and head pressed against his chest. He had one hand on your hair, playing with it softly. Trying to finger comb and get rid of the tangles in your hair. His other arm was wrapped around you, as if he was trying to get rid of all the space that remained between the both you. After all, he loved the feeling of you just generally being close to him.  In short the both of you were spooning. With you being the little spoon.

After a while, you felt him shift. He began to move downwards and finally stopped moving when his head was already at the crook of your neck. Both his arms now wrapped around you. He snuggled closer to you and in return you placed your arms on top of his and leaned back closer to him. This was one of the reasons why this had got to be one of your favorite types of dates.

The two of you stayed like that for most of the afternoon. Only to move to change the episode, for trips to the bathroom and to rehydrate yourselves. When the sun had finally begun to set, he began to take his plan into action.

“Hey, (Y/N). Do you want to get some ice cream? We’ve been watching these for 5 hours straight already. I think we need to get something for ourselves.”

“Sure. We don’t have any more ice cream left anyway. I was craving for something sweet anyway- wait, you’re going to treat me right?”

“Oh wow. I remember back when you never let me treat you and now that’s one of your top priorities.”

“Well of course. W-Wait Jimin. YAH! I was only kidding. Don’t you dare leave without me.”

You say trying to threaten him but it was hard since you were hurriedly putting your shoes on. He could only laugh at your hurry to catch up with him since he went out first. He stopped and waited for you. Chuckling as you finally finished putting your shoes on correctly and finally caught up to him.

“I was joking too, (Y/N). And of course it’s my treat. Besides when have I ever allowed you to pay?”

“That’s true.”

And the pair of you were talking about nonsensical subjects the whole walk to the park. There was this little ice cream store near there that sold the best ice cream the both of you had ever had. It wasn’t that expensive too so you and Jimin had a lot of little ice cream dates here often.

Once you got the ice cream that you ordered, you both headed into the park. Planning to eat it there. Once you arrived you noted that the sun was halfway gone. The sunset painting the park a beautiful blend of golden yellow and orange.

There were kids at the park. Other couples were there too. It wasn’t exactly empty but there wasn’t a lot of people either. You both sat down on a bench, with your ice cream starting to melt. It was on a cone so you had begun eating it so that it won’t make your hand sticky.

“Why didn’t your order by the way? I thought you wanted ice cream.”

“I changed my mind. It’s fine though. Enjoy you’re ice cream for the both of us.”

“Oh, I will. Especially since I didn’t spend a single coin on this.”

Jimin just watched you eat. He swears that he was smiling at you so fondly that even a child could tell he was a lovesick fool for you already. But he knew he was wasting time. His hands twiddled nervously and his palms were starting to sweat. He can’t stall forever. It was now or never. He sucked in a deep breath, gathered all the confidence he had and

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

You turned your head to face him. Finally giving him your full attention. Only to catch him dropping down to one knee. Was this what you thought it was?

His nerves were getting to him. This was worse than when he had to audition. It was fine back then because you were there with him, calming his nerves in order for him to impress them. Now it was you he needed to impress.

He pulled out the box from out of his pocket. Opening it and finally meeting your eyes. He took in a shaky breathe and started.

“(Y/N), these past few years are possibly the best years I had went through thus far. I have dated you for 4 years and known you for longer. You had not only shown me the light when I thought all hope was lost, you shone it in my eyes.

And with all the little acts of kindness you show, all the stupidest and silliest ideas you give, and with every single day I have been with you, I find myself falling more and more in love with you that if you somehow disappeared from my life, I don’t even know what do with it anymore. The love I have for you can’t be measured in words nor can it be measured with anything else actually.

And lately, I’ve been thinking about starting a family. And every time I envision it, you’re always the one I had envisioned to be my wife. So (Y/N), will you do me the honors of making it come true? Will you be the mother to my future children? Will you allow me to become more lovesick than I already am? 

Will you marry me?”

You already had tears of joy streaming down your face. You were smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt, but you didn’t care. Your ice cream dropped on the grass below, long forgotten. You wanted to speak but you choked on the words you wanted to say so you only nodded furiously.

You could see his face brighten up in an instant at your action. He slipped the ring on your finger, and immediately after, you tackled him to the ground. You could hear a few claps in the distance, probably from the other couples that were there.

You pressed your lips against his. Your lips tasted sweet from the ice cream earlier and salty from the tears of joy you shed. But it was perfect. Both of your heartbeats beating furiously as one. When the both of you finally parted, lips red and swollen, he stared at you with eyes filled with so much love and cheeks smiling so wide that it made your heart swell. You were sure the look on your face mirrored his.

“Was that a yes?”

You got up and helped him up too. After hearing the question, you playfully hit him on the shoulder. The both of you already knowing the answer. Chuckling, you came up to him and whispered

“Yes.”