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kingstrawberry · 1 year ago

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best birthday gift

(cw: food)

starts as a silly bday story with the krsn5 + natsu, ends with a bunch of #tsukikage fluff, a perfect bday for tsuki rly

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tsukishima is /not/ a morning person. it’s public knowledge that he’d rather jump off a cliff than wake up before ten on a free day. his plan for his birthday is to sleep through it, he’d like nothing better.

unfortunately for him, tsukishima has friends who are morning people, and they want to celebrate with him for the whole day, which apparently starts at eight. his phone hasn’t stopped chiming with messages for the last ten minutes. he starts to roll over, ignoring the phone, but then it rings.

he reflexively slams his hand onto his nightstand and grabs it. before he can think to stop himself, tsuki picks up the call.

“what?!” he hisses at his best friend.

“happy birthday tsukki!!” yamaguchi shouts.

“yamaguchi tadashi, it’s the middle of the night, tell me why i shouldn’t murder you right now.”

yamaguchi, bastard that he is, just laughs. “somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“i shouldn’t even be awake right now!”

“but then how will you see your birthday gift?” yamaguchi asks, voice perfectly innocent even though tsukishima knows he’s grinning like a demon right now.

tsuki’s about to throw his phone out the window but a soft “happy birthday lemon-san,” makes him nearly drop it on the bed instead.

he hears hinata’s voice through the line even though hinata clearly isn’t talking to him. “ssshhhhh!!! you’re sposed to be a surprise for the birthday boy!!”

“i have a gift!” the little voice shouts back.

“tell hinata not to call me a birthday boy,” tsukishima deadpans to yamaguchi.

“you got it, birthday man,” yamaguchi deadpans back before hanging up.

—

“wow!” yamaguchi says as tsuki emerges from his house. “that’s the fastest you’ve ever got down here!”

“not true, he was faster last year when we told him hinata set your hair on fire,” kags argues.

hinata puts his hands up in surrender. “in my defense, birthday candles are more dangerous than i thought.”

tsuki’s about to say no one was actually on fire and that they’re all idiots, but he’s distracted by a tiny orange blur running towards him.

“lemon-san!” natsu cheers as she jumps up for a hug.

he scoops her up easily, just like he’s done a thousand times before, and turns to look at hinata. “you’re actually the worst for using your sister like this,” he says as he follows his friends down the path away from his house.

hinata scoffs, appalled. “/she/ wanted to see you!” he brings one hand down over his heart. “i tried my best not to bring her, i swear, but she was too excited.” he scowls at natsu but its clear he’s not actually upset. “nearly set the kitchen on fire yesterday.”

natsu, perched with her head on tsuki’s shoulder, looks down at her older brother and giggles.

“kitchen fire?” tsuki asks.

hinata nods. “she wanted to make your gift.” he hands natsu a small box covered in hand drawn swirls and glitter.

“thank you, natsu,” tsuki says as she gives it to him.

he opens the little box and finds a bunch of cookies, frosted to look like volleyballs. it’s not professionally done, but it’s not messy either. “you did this?”

natsu shakes her head. “blueberry-san helped!”

tsuki turns to kags. “you did?”

“do you think hinata could prevent a kitchen fire?”

yama snorts and tsuki laughs while the idiot duo start arguing.

before the argument gets too bad, natsu taps tsuki’s wrist, a nonverbal signal that she wants to be let down, and he sets her on the ground.

she immediately runs between the idiots while tsuki falls into step with yama.

“here,” yama says, holding a bag out to tsuki. “happy birthday, birthday man.”

tsuki takes the bag and elbows him simultaneously.

“ow!”

“don’t be a baby,” tsuki responds as he removes the gift paper from yama’s bag. “jurassic park?”

yama smiles. “there’s more.”

tsuki rummages through the bag some more. there really is too much filler paper in there. the side of his hand hits another piece of plastic and he pulls The Lost World out.

“your old tapes must be nearly dead,” yama mutters.

“my copy of Three offed itself last year,” tsuki admits.

yama gapes at him for a second, but he quickly regains his composure. “you’re gonna love the rest of the gift, then.”

tsuki’s eyebrows shoot up as he looks at yama. “that’s too much money.”

yama smiles softly. “it wasn’t all me.” before tsuki can ask, yama tilts his head forward.

“hinata?”

yama nods. “he chipped in but he has his own gift for you too. both of them,” he waves his hand vaguely at the two oranges directly in front of him, “wanted to make you something.”

tsuki lets the DVDs fall back into the bag and gingerly sets natsu’s cookies on top before hugging yamaguchi, who reciprocates immediately.

“happy birthday,” yama says quietly.

“thanks,” tsuki replies, matching yama’s volume.

they let go quickly though, startled by natsu shouting at kageyama. “you have to!” she grabs his hand. “they go together!”

kageyama easily lets natsu drag him back to tsuki, bumping shoulders with yamaguchi as he passes them to walk with hinata instead.

tsuki picks natsu up automatically. “what goes together?”

“our gifts!” natsu says brightly.

tsuki looks at kags expectantly.

it’s kind of difficult for kags to get his gift out of his jacket since natsu is still holding his hand, but he manages after a few seconds of fumbling. he quickly hands tsuki an unlabeled bottle full of pink liquid.

“pepto?” tsuki asks.

kags’ brow creases. “strawberry milk.”

tsuki turns the bottle in his hands. there are no markings on it anywhere, and it looks more like a soda bottle than a milk bottle. “suspicious.”

“homemade.”

“it’s half empty.”

kags’ ears turn as pink as his homemade drink. “i may have given some away,” he mumbles.

“you /gave away/ my birthday gift?”

“the real gift is at my house!” kags blurts defensively. “and i couldn’t just-”

“i wanted to try,” natsu says.

“oh.” tsukishima relaxes. “that’s fine then.” he gives the bottle to her. “you can have as much as you want, orange-kun.”

she lets go of kageyama’s hand to open the bottle, but tsuki grabs his hand before it can fall back to his side.

kags doesn’t even seem to notice as he automatically interlaces their fingers. “you see why i couldn’t say no,” kags says as both of them watch natsu happily drink tsuki’s gift.

tsuki nods. “you’re forgiven.”

kags scowls. “i never apologized.”

tsuki grins at him. “and i still forgave you.”

kags opens his mouth to respond but tsuki asks a question before they can start arguing.

“what’s this about the real gift?”

kageyama smiles at him. “you’ll see.”

tsuki is about to ask what the hell that means when a bell chimes ahead of them.

“hurry up!” yamaguchi shouts as he slips through the cafe door.

tsuki can see yachi through the window. she smiles and waves at him. he waves back.

“happy birthday, tsukishima!” she says cheerfully as he, kags and natsu join the other three at the table.

“thanks.”

“why is natsu pink?” hinata asks.

“what?” tsuki asks as he moves natsu enough that he can see her face.

she grins at him, showing off her bright pink milk mustache.

“oh, its the king’s gift.”

“what?” hinata and yachi say in unison.

“you got him milk?” yama asks.

“i /made/ milk.”

“i didn’t know you were a cow,” hinata says flatly.

kags nods very seriously, as if he’s about to deliver some life changing news. “cow-geyama.”

tsuki covers his mouth. it was a dumb joke and he will /not/ laugh at it, no matter how much yachi giggles or how wide yamaguchi’s eyes get.

in his effort not to look at his amused friends, tsuki ends up catching kags’ eye.

kags smiles at him knowingly.

tsuki huffs. he can always question kags about the real gift after breakfast.

—

it turns out kags is very good at avoiding questions, and that’s how tsukishima ends up at kageyama’s house at seven pm on his birthday. he kind of wants to sleep but his curiosity outweighs his fatigue.

kags hands him a box that he practically tears open. a large photo frame with a dinosaur on the corner stares up at him.

“thank you?” tsuki says. this would be a better gift for yamaguchi than him. hinata and yachi got him a camera last christmas and he hasn’t stopped taking pictures since. tsuki would ask if kags somehow got his gifts switched around, but there’s a dinosaur on the frame.

“be honest, this was yamaguchi’s idea, wasn’t it?”

“no!”

“hinata’s then.”

“no! god, you’re such an asshole.”

tsuki pouts. “thats not a nice thing to say to the birthday boy.”

“oh /now/ you’re the birthday boy.”

tsuki looks at kags like he’s stupid. “it’s been my birthday the whole day.”

kags snatches the open box from tsuki’s hands. “i’m taking my gift back.”

“hey!” tsuki reaches for the box but kags holds it behind him, out of reach, and tsuki ends up with his arms around kags’ waist. “give it!”

“no.”

tsuki steps back with a frown, but not enough that they’re actually as far apart as they were a few minutes ago. his hands rest on kageyama’s hips as he thinks.

“what’re you-” kags gets cut off by a peck on the lips.

tsuki uses kags’ surprise against him and gets his gift back by reaching around him before he can react.

“oh my god,” kags groans, pressing his head into tsuki’s shoulder. “worst boyfriend ever.”

“and /i/ love /you./”

kags cracks a smile. “you’ll love me more after you get your real gift.”

tsuki’s brow furrows. “this isn’t it?”

kags shakes his head. “this is just for the team picture you keep on the fridge.”

tsuki feels a warmth in his chest that kags thought of a small detail like that. he leans down and steals another peck before asking what his real gift is.

kags takes tsuki to his living room and sits him on the couch. nothing looks out of place, and there’s nothing that particularly looks like a gift, unless kags is planning on giving tsukishima a decorative paper fan. there’s at least five on the wall behind the TV.

kags turns the TV on and switches the channel to a documentary about koalas.

“this is my gift?”

“its what you watch while i get your gift ready.”

tsukishima’s confusion reaches an all time high, but he’s long since given up on understanding kags’ thought process. “okay.”

it’s not long before enticing scents are coming from the kitchen. tsuki tries his best to focus on the documentary; it’s pretty good and he’s actually learning a decent amount about- his stomach growls. \’okay, thats enough.’\ he’s had a very fun but very exhausting day, and the last twenty minutes of all these mouthwatering scents wafting over has nearly killed him.

tsuki heads into the kitchen, where kags is pouring a bright pink drink that tsuki recognizes as his birthday gift.

kags doesn’t look away from the mugs as he speaks. “i set everything up already. go eat.”

tsuki is too hungry to argue or offer kags help with the slightly messy kitchen. he walks into the dining room without a word.

at the dinner table, there’s enough food to feed at least five people, plus a strawberry shortcake. tsuki piles food onto his plate and he’s halfway through a bowl of rice and beef when kags comes in with the milk.

“enjoying your real gift?”

tsuki nods. his mouth is too full for him to speak.

dinner goes by quickly and mostly silently. aside from utensils clinking and a few requests to pass food across the table, they’re not making noise. kags was just as hungry as tsuki (he always is), so the only constant sound is both of them chewing.

tsuki practically inhales two slices of strawberry shortcake as kags has his third helping of chicken curry and rice.

they both finish their meal with strawberry milk, which is surprisingly good despite its unsettling color.

“how did you,” tsuki’s mouth is slow, and talking takes too much effort. he’s about two minutes away from a food coma. “the color.”

kags blinks at tsuki for a few seconds. clearly all the food has taken its toll on him too. “food coloring.”

kags heads to the living room and tsuki follows.

tsuki is halfway through putting on his shoes when kags asks what he’s doing. “i’m putting my shoes on.”

kags clicks his tongue. “i know, why?”

“to go home?”

“just stay over.”

“didn’t you bring us here to say goodnight?” tsuki asks, but he slips his shoe off anyway.

“no.” kags’ voice softens. “i thought we could watch a movie.”

“im going to pass out as soon as i sit on the couch.”

kags takes this in stride easily. he takes tsuki’s hand in his. “okay, then let’s go to bed.”

alarm bells go off in tsuki’s head. he’s never shared a bed with kags before and he’s not sure what to expect, but any worry he has is soothed as soon as he sinks into the blankets.

“at least change first.”

“don’t have spare clothes.”

kags throws a t-shirt and pair of blue sweats at him. “use these.”

tsuki’s too sleepy to argue about how these clothes are gonna leave his ankles and his waist exposed. he just does as he’s told and burrows into the blankets like he never plans to come out.

but even in his sleep addled state, he feels the lights turn off and hears the bedroom door open. “if you sleep on the couch in your own house i /will/ sleep on the floor.”

kags huffs out a quiet laugh.

“i’m serious.”

“i know you are.”

it wouldn’t even be the first time tsuki’s done that.

“i’m just gonna clean up first. i’ll be right back.”

tsuki squints at kags, using the glow from the windows and the hallway to see his face. “okay,” he says slowly. “but if you’re not back in an hour im gonna get up and bring you here.”

kags smiles, or at least tsuki thinks he does. it’s kind of hard to tell with the bad lighting and no glasses on. “alright, just sleep for now though.” kags closes the door behind him.

“okay,” tsuki says to the empty room as he sets an alarm on his phone for an hour from now.

—

the alarm chimes just as the bed sinks next to tsuki.

tsuki turns it off and blinks at his boyfriend. “you’re done?”

kags nods, and tsuki sees that he’s also changed into pajamas, very familiar looking pajamas. he grabs his phone and shines the flashlight on kageyama.

“you have a Silver Moon shirt?”

kags shakes his head and his cheeks turn pink. “you do.”

tsuki’s too sleepy to connect the dots. “what?” his Silver Moon shirt went missing just over a month ago.

“i told yama this was a dumb idea,” kags mutters.

“huh?”

kags sighs heavily. “yamaguchi said you would think it was cute if i wore your clothes.”

“how’d you even get it?” kags hasn’t even been to tsuki’s house in the last three months at least. whenever they want to spend time together they always go to kageyama’s house.

“yamaguchi,” kags says simply.

“ah.” ok so mystery solved. that is tsuki’s Silver Moon shirt. it’s not missing, kags is wearing it. tsuki’s brain finally kicks into gear. his boyfriend is wearing his clothes. he feels his face heat up and one of his hands shoots out of the blankets to grab kags’ arm and pull him into the bed.

kags quickly settles in as the small spoon with tsuki’s arm around his waist and his face tucked into the crook of kags’ neck.

it’s nice, cozy, with the added bonus that kags can’t look at tsuki. tsuki doesn’t think he could take it if kags looked at him right now. “keep the shirt,” tsuki mumbles.

“hm?”

“keep it.”

he feels kags still next to him. “really?”

tsuki yawns. “you look cute.” from this position, tsuki can smell the fresh laundry scent coming off of the shirt. this definitely isn’t the first time kags has worn it since it went missing. “take all my shirts if you want,” he sleepily adds as his eyes close.

“shut up,” kags replies, but there’s no heat to his words, especially as he pushes back to lean further into tsuki. it’s a feeling tsuki could get used to.

“that’s not,” tsuki yawns, “not a nice thing to say to the birthday boy.”

instead of a verbal response, tsuki gets a lot of squirming and rolling around. before he can open his eyes, he feels a peck on his lips. his eyes fly open and he sees a blushing kageyama just a few inches away from him. he leans forward for a better kiss.

kags sighs into him and he feels a hand slide up to rest at the base of his neck. they eventually pull apart for air but they’re still tangled together. kags smiles warmly at him, rough edges rounded out with sleep. “happy birthday, kei.”

tsuki pulls him closer, this time pressing his face into kageyama’s collarbone. “goodnight, tobio.”

“goodnight.”

tsuki falls asleep with a hand running through his hair. his last thought is that kags taking his shirt might be the best gift he’s ever gotten.

#haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #haikyuu #tsukishima #happy birthday tsukishima #tsukikage #kagetsuki #tkkg #kgtsk #hinata shoyo #yamaguchi tadashi #kageyama tobio #kageyama #yachi hitoka #yachi #krsn5 #hinata natsu

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luminouslotuses · 10 months ago

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q!jaiden song dump………there’s a lot

anxieties (out of time) - the regrettes

what can i, what can i do? / can somebody give me a damn clue? / fear on my body like glue / can’t move, i can’t move, i can’t move / what can i, what can i say? / tellin’ myself that i’m okay / colors come after the rain

all of these anxieties / come over me, just let me breathe / are we just forever runnin’ out of time? / missin’ how it feels to really be alive / knock me down-down, up, back down / knock me down, i won’t back down

paint - the paper kites

this house has never been the same as before / it’s never felt warm, never felt warm / there’s something moving through the windows and walls / i’ve seen it before, seen it before / you left me living with a lingering soul / how little you know, how little you know

see where i am is where i’m wanting to be / i know what i need, know what i need / and there are many different places to see / i know how to dream, know how to dream / still there’s a wound and i’m moving slow / though it don’t show, though it don’t show

12345 - em beihold

and my neighbors’ screams are deafenin’ / so i’ve got the music blastin’ / feel the skin, the floor / the matches light the candle / hope it passes, smell the / one plant i can’t believe i kept alive / this must be what victory tastes like

instead of findin’ purpose / i could just sell insurance / or join a pyramid scheme / whatever the hell that means, oh / “you need a hug, are you alright?” / “nobody’s loved you much tonight” / only the mirror tells me i’m fine

before the line - dodie

i have an entire post on this one :]

not strong enough - boygenius

black hole opened in the kitchen / every clock’s a different time / it would only take the energy to fix it / i don’t know why i am

the way i am / not strong enough to be your man / i lied, i am / just lowering your expectations / half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing / close my eyes and count

there’s something in the static / i think i’ve been having revelations / coming to in the front seat, nearly empty / skip the exit to our old street and go home / go home alone

happy - mitski

happy came to visit me, he bought cookies on the way / i poured him tea, and he told me, “it’ll all be okay” / well, i told him i’d do anything to have him stay with me

i was in the bathroom, i didn’t hear him leave / i locked the door behind him, and i turned around to see / ooh, all the cookie wrappers and the empty cups of tea / well, i sighed and mumbled to myself, “again, i have to clean” / i sighed and mumbled to myself

and when you go, take this heart / i’ll make no more use of it when there’s no more you / and if you’re going, take the moon / then, maybe i will see you; in the night, i’ll see you

body and mind - girl in red

i’ve been in the deep end since i realized / there is a difference between body and mind / i’ve been at my lowest for the longest time / knowing my existence is not one of a kind

but i’ve had / my deepest cries for now / my heart’s out / my guard’s down

making the bed - olivia rodrigo

they’re changin’ my machinery, and i just let it happen / i got the things i wanted, it’s just not what i imagined

push away all the people who know me the best / but it’s me who’s been makin’ the bed / i’m so tired of being the girl that i am / every good thing has turned into something i dread / and i’m playin’ the victim so well in my head / but it’s me who’s been makin’ the bed

$20 - boygenius

pushing flowers that come up into the front of a shotgun / so many hills to die on

(take a break, make your escape) / gas, out of time, out of money / you’re doing what you can, just makin’ it run / (there’s only so much i can)

wait on me, i’m not ready / i still have to change, have to change, have to change

snow angel - reneé rapp

first to arrive, last to leave / what’s misery without company? / it’s hard to laugh when it’s hard to breathe

smiles hide what secrets keep / can’t tell a lie if you never speak / look in the mirror, she looks like me / but half-alive and twice as weak

if it kills me, i tried / if it kills me, i

#OK I SWEAR THIS IS LAST THING BEFORE THE SERVER REOPENS LMAO #i do like doing these though…….i might make more sometime mahybe #qsmp #q!jaiden #song chicanery

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releasing-my-insanity · 1 month ago

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Somebody got ACGAS 2020 s5e3 up on Dailymotion REALLY fast. Watching now. Will put thoughts here as I go.

Adding a cut for length and spoilers.

Maggie looks WEIRD. Why the wildly different look? What?

Did she steal Helen's blouse? It looks familiar but not on her.

Mollie Winnard with her dark blond hair that looks brown in so many lights looking very brunette here.

Maggie diagnosing Siegfried's car problems without looking is <3. She's so clever.

I see the ugly earrings are back. That's a new skirt right? I'm pretty sure the similar one we've seen her in is grey not black and white.

HOLY COW. MAGGIE HAS AUDREY PRIVILEGES? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN????? When was she given permission to call Mrs. Hall by first name?

Maggie calmly helping Mrs. Hall flaunt the rationing rules.

Hope you give her a piece of that cake as a thank you, Mrs. Hall.

James to Helen: You corrupted me. Me: I'm pretty sure TRISTAN corrupted you.

How did she lure you to the dark side James? Helen can't bake cookies therefore she has none. *Laughs at own joke for ten minutes.*

I can't read the month on the calendar thingy and it's bothering me. The 26th of WHAT?

That telegram boy looks very young.

Everyone said that telegram was obviously about Edward. I said it couldn't be because Mrs. Hall wasn't dressed for winter. I was right.

I know Maggie's helping her get stuff she shouldn't have, but Mrs. Hall at least PRETEND like you're following rationing in front of the Herriots Sr.

I love watching babies in shows. They either look deeply confused or they just don't care.

James mother drugged him to sleep as a baby apparently. Thanks for that info James.

James looking at his dad like "Please help me keep Helen from killing Mum tomorrow."

Helen's "man is coming home today" sweater.

Huh. I thought Tristan coming home was going to be a surprise to Helen and James. Siegfried did better at telling people stuff than I guessed.

I HATE Helen's probably unintentional implication that they didn't want Tristan at the christening. I doubt it was supposed to come across like that but it did.

Siegfried, eat your breakfast. Oh well, into the slop bucket for the chickens. That's what my grandparents always did. (Yes I know there are eggs in there. Didn't bother my grandparents so why would it bother these characters?)

"Never a thought for his own safety." Pot meet kettle.

Mrs. Hall and Maggie are apparently both trying putting new things in their hair. Maggie with a bow. Mrs. Hall with red barrettes.

Hello lovely outfits and train video. 10/10 aesthetics. Especially the woman in the green suit.

Tristan hiding to surprise Siegfried is so funny.

Mrs. Hanley has a lovely look.

James Sr. is SO done with his wife.

"Which one were you looking for?" And the shit-eating grin. Tristan found a good way to greet Mrs. Hall.

James bullshitting so hard to get away from Mrs. Hanley and go see Tris.

That dog's leash looks remarkably like one my dogs use. (Not on walks, just if they need to be on leash in the house or yard while a repairman comes or something.)

I don't know what that guy on Twitter was on about. James and Tristan did so hug. I'm satisfied with it. And I'm sure they hug more later.

James mocking the mustache. Finally.

I don't care for the "Til I'm redeployed" bit. But I sincerely doubt they'll take him away from us AGAIN.

James and Tris being right back to normal is <3

I am 10000000% on Tristan's side. They gave someone else his bed again and expect him to not care. He's right and he should say it.

Is it me? Or did Tristan's bed get shorter since we last saw it?

HELEN AND TRISTAN HUGGED!!!! What a relief! I was TERRIFIED they wouldn't give us that.

James' mum pretending she cares about Tristan for half a second.

Tris with baby. *Cries from happy.*

I WILL break things over Tristan not being godfather. I. Do. Not. Care. Tristan is Jimmy's godfather IN MY HEART.

Church of England website and Book of Common Prayer BOTH say THREE godparents and I am MAD. This show owes an apology to me personally.

No. No church bells. Those were literally illegal until later in the war because they sound like a warning. What is this?

Tris getting misty-eyed at the christening. I love him so much.

Tristan and Jenny should hang out 100% more often.

Jenny having infinitely more fun than everyone else.

It makes ME feel better that Tristan's reply to Jenny asking him if he fell in love in the army was just with his camel. I was worried for a while that he'd turn up with a woman in tow.

Okay just one more complaint and then I'll stop. TRIS IS HERE NOW! HE CAN BE GODFATHER TOO! THIS IS RUBBISH!!

There they go around that corner again from that filming clip I watched 2 million times.

Tristan back there. Pub. Pub! Pub!! PUB!!

Tristan's gonna start a riot if he can't go in the Drovers' right this second.

Mr. Alderson my beloved. Finally SOMEONE sides with Tristan on something.

Helen's gonna knock Siegfried out if he acts like she doesn't want Tris to be home one more time.

"A girl her age shouldn't be in the bar." Mrs. Herriot Sr? They let little tiny children wander around in pubs. Also her dad is there. It's FINE.

Maggie's smile when she sees Tris. I'm genuinely crying this time. And that pause there when Tristan said he and Arthur could have had a pint over....Darrowby. He meant Maggie and it was SO CLEAR. Tristan's always so close to confessing his love but he can't and he knows it.

Also, how TF did Arthur get out of France? He was trapped there last we heard. Resistance got him out I guess.

Tris and Maggie want to be together so bad and it's so not subtle and I'm a mess.

That closeup of Maggie laughing when Tristan says many of the men got their hearts broken by the local woman. I have feels over how much relief she must be feeling right then that she can't express.

Maggie over here breaking two laws in one episode by letting Jenny have a beer without food. Maggie says fuck da police.

Maggie's current hairstyle isn't great and I do not like the way she looks in red but she's SO happy see Tris and it's good for the soul.

Why do they keep leaving the baby in the furthest possible room from where they are? It's getting weird.

Tristan, you made Rosa up didn't you?

Maggie back to teasing him immediately. But also she does that RIGHT after he claims he was interested in some random woman.

"I need some air!" *Goes further into the pub.* Siegfried, you are weird.

Maggie is probably just shaking her head over the Brothers Farnon/Biggins argument.

Sorry Siegfried, you're driving the Rover. You can't do the make the seat fall over trick.

What are those drawers the dog toy was in for anyway? They're all labeled and empty except the one with the toy.

Tris with goat. Makes me smile almost as much as Tris with baby.

No Siegfried, I DON'T think Tris has said enough. I think you should try going to war then coming back to find that someone else is sleeping in your bed and that your brother apparently wishes you were still there. (From Tristan's perspective that's what just happened.)

Where are Jess and Dash? I didn't really watch the previous two episodes. But all I've seen is Carmody's dog. Are Jess and Dash okay?

Nile Fever. Hahaha. Sure Tris. Whatever silly thing floats your boat.

Tristan's face when he's making stuff up to mess with Biggins is *Chef's kiss.*

Tristan finding a subtle way to say "I love you" to his brother without it being too much for either of them in asking to hear his speech.

Finally! Jess! Where is Dash though?

I do love that those last two shots featured only the core cast and the dog who's been there the whole time. Also except for the two clients, the vicar, and obviously Jimmy, every human in this episode was there from season 1.

Final thought: Other than the godparent thing and the Tris/Maggie relationship STILL being on ice I quite enjoyed this episode. 8/10 because of the godparent thing.

#All Creatures Great and Small #ACGAS 2020 #Spoilers #Mine

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zalrb · 4 months ago

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Anon-Requested Love Island USA Review - Episode 3 (out of, like, 8 million)

"Are you a fuck boy?" "I've been nice to you!" Fuck boys don't BEGIN mean, Hakeem.

"I'm with Hannah right now but your boy, Hakeem" I like how Connor and Hakeem have to be friends for no other reason than that they arrived on the island together.

"Promise not to judge me? I really like books on serial killers" So, crime novels or true crime nonfiction.

So, it didn't take Hercules coming in for Coye to feel stressed. Just a man who eats a cookie once in a while.

"He, like, set up a little, like, secret thing at the dock" he literally just asked you to meet him there. It's like when everyone freaks out because the Beast showed Belle his library. He's just letting her go to another room in the castle he's locked her in.

No but really, why are you waking up and hugging each other? LOL. You just slept. You didn't go away. What? Idk I'm not a morning person. I understand hugging before sleeping more than hugging after waking up.

Aaron, get that toothpaste off of your mouth PLEASE.

Why do you need a signal? You came in and gave avocado toast and then left and now Leah is gone too. You think people won't know where she went? Also, if you're all about honesty you should just be like, Leah can I see you for a second?

"We're locked in ... ... but we will talk to other people." So you are not, in fact, locked in.

A CUSTOM LOUIS VUITTON HOLDER FOR HIS BLUNTS? Leah, WHAT? You spent a grand on WHAT?

Did you buy him a house or something?? Aaron, she spent 2,500 dollars.

Why are you mad that Kaylor spent 5 grand on a man? That means she could spend that much on you??

We're going to find out what your girl's body count is. IN 2024? WHY?

"I swear to god she lied to me. She's a fucking liar." Coye, SHUT UP. Why does this MATTER?

"Let's find out how many times your boy has ghosted somebody." What, do they count? How would they know? How do you know it's exactly 50 women you've ghosted. How do you know that it's 1001 women you've ghosted?

"He's giving a wholesome king energy." Mmhmm. His body count is high.

Aaron's body count: 75 Kaylor: *let's out of a wail of despair*.

He was questioning ME about MY body count, well in that case you should eviscerate him.

Connor who apparently slept with 53 women thinks a woman sleeping with 15 men is too many men? "It LoOks LiKe A dOuBlE sTaNdaRd" because it IS, you dickhead.

Let's also apply the American Pie "Rule of Three" to the men.

Hakeem: It shouldn't be more than me! What if she's just a better closer than you, though?

TEN, AARON? WHAT IF SHE, LIKE YOU, WAS HEARTBROKEN? "I don't actually care" you put down a number.

YOUNG KING, YOUNG KING. Don't make me laugh.

Coye is RIDICULOUS. The amount of women you slept with could be the size of a church congregation, gtfoh.

JaNa was throwing shots at you. Coye: idgaf. I'm 6'8.

Coye, I know you're 6'8 but you still have to SPEAK. "I don't want to open up too fast" but you need to say something.

JaNa: I want clarity. Coye: How much clearer can I be? I am 6'8.

"I told him I had a good conversation with Connor and he was like 'cool' and it's like FIGHT FOR SOMEONE" lmao, see, Brucas shippers, it's not just a Lucas thing.

We are conveniently going to take a selfie on the balcony where we will just HAPPEN to see Leah and Rob together on one of their dates where Rob does literally nothing but just ask her to sit.

But good news, the fellas' body count will go down! No, it will stay the same.

JaNa, Coye is not a 10/10 he is just 6'8.

Aww, Serena and Kordell.

These re-couplings are not very dramatic so far. Where is the twist.

Wouldn't it be funny if Leah didn't choose Rob?

You can explore different people but if you're feeling someone more, just say that. Literally, though.

There is NO REASON why this music should make me feel like I'm watching a Christopher Nolan movie. SETTLE DOWN.

I'm glad she chose Connor. I don't trust Connor because while Rob is a serpent, Connor may be a demon because LOOK at those EYES

but Coye was BORING and arrogant. The 6'8 sway can only last so long, sir.

JaNa: I'm sorry. Coye: It's all good. (he's 6'8. he'll be fine.)

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solarianradiance · 9 months ago

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“Whoop!” The Peppermint looking Ice King hopped down from the top of the waterfall, sticking the landing. “Huzzah! Touch Down!” He then approached the pair, waving at them like they were friends, which they were not. “Howdy kiddos what’s the haps?! This a picnic?! Please say yes, cuz I forgot my trail mix back at the castle and I have got the munchies like ya would not believe.”

“Uh... who’s this, your friend?” Finn asked the Princess.

“NO!” Bubblegum said with venom. “That’s Ice King and he ain’t no friend of mine!”

“Oh Bubble baby, c’mon, don’t be like this, especially in front of the kids!” The Ice King retorted. “You’re gonna traumatize em!”

“NO! DAAA-” The Princess was about to swear again, but after side-eyeing Finn she course corrected. “-NG-GUM... V-VARMINT! Speaking of which, it’s high time I took you out like one.”

The Princess readied her Flamer, setting it to full blast, prepared to take the Ice Kings life. Then she remembered the Crown upon his head, HER crown. She lowered her flamethrower and sighed in livid frustration. She couldn’t risk damaging the Gem. She suspected it would be able to survive anything due to being a Magical Artifact of great power unto itself but did not want to risk it.

“First, GIVE ME THE HEL-HECK BACK MY CROWN!!!”

“What? Oh this?! ZONK NO! It’s mine! I found it and it makes me look regal as heck but in a subtle way, like I’m 500 and boyish again!”

“W-WHA-... Glob, give me strength.” Bubblegum said as she rubbed her hand into her face. She was so tired of his shenanigans that she was starting to lose her flavor. What was she going to have to do to get some peace, sacrifice a lamb?

“But seriously, you got any food? I’m starving!” Asked the Ice King.

“I ain’t gonna feed you, ya mangey... moon mongler!” Said the Princess, who considered torching the Lunatic as Finn walked past her. “What are you-”

“Here!” Finn offered up pair of bagged snax. “Would you like Chips or Cookies?!”

“Oh! Uh... thanks kid!” He said as he took both and opened them up to start chowing down on the unhealthy remedy for the Munchies.

“Hah! Good choice bro!” Finn said with a cheerful admiration.

“Oh. My. Flipping. GLOB!” Shouted Bubblegum. “WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!”

“Hole up for a sec!” Finn said hoping for patience.

A giggle could be heard from the trees above, Bubblegum and Finn, both barely heard it, but it was there. But neither paid it any mind, assuming it was a bird.

“So... Ice King...” Finn began.

“Yeah, what you want kid?” The old man said in a grouchy grandpa way as he munched on some chips. “If its the snax back ya ain’ gettin em! Cuz they’re mine, see!” He said as he opened his gob showing what he munched on.

“Hehe, gross!” Finn commented, retaining a warming, gentle smile, which the Ice King took notice of, but remained cautious. “Listen, can you be a good neighbor and let my friend over there have that crown hers back? It would mean a real ton to her and stuff.”

“Pffft-hah... dork.” Said a hushed, muffled, breathy unseen voice.

Finn looked around but spotted nobody. He felt a sense of confusion, because he swore he heard somebody but retained his focus on the now.

“Hmmm...nah!” He said as he stuffed his maw. “I mean wafs-shinnit fa me!?”

“Uh... I dunno, what do you want? A hug?!” Finn offered. “I can give mega good hugs! See! Watch!” Finn hugged himself, looking all silly and ridiculous. Yet he was also wholesome and endearing at the same time. Bubblegum felt a smile crack at the sight, as did the other person that invisibly floated behind the Ice King.

“See!” Said Finn. “Mega good hug! Gimme that crown and I’ll give ya one a-these, just like a Gwandson to his Gwampapa~”

“Hmmm...nom!” The Ice King of the Crimson Red said as he took another bite of cookie, contemplating the boys offer. He did like the idea of being hugged by a total stranger claiming to be his Grandson.

“Okay! Counteroffer! I’ll give you this cute crown upon my handsome brow, in exchange for a hug... from Princess Bubblegum!!! Deal?!” He said with a wicked cookie eating grin as if he had made an offer of the century.

“NO!” Shouted Bubblegum with spicy venom. “AIN’T NO WAY I’M-”

“Deal!” Said Finn with great enthusiasm. “I’ll even throw in a hug from me! Now gimme the crown and she’ll give you the hug!”

“Okie dokie!” Said the Red Ice King as he granted Finn his desire, plucking the cute tiara off of his own head and planting it onto Finn’s head. “I’ll collect my prize... riiiiight after I finished these, scrumptious cookies!” He stuffed a cookie into his mouth and began to chew the treat. “Mmm, succulent soft baked. Ho-ho, boy do I remembah~”

“Cool! Thanks!” Finn paced his way over to Bubblegum, whose mouth was open in disbelief. Finn’s trick actually worked somehow.

“Princess, meet crown! Crown, meet Princess! Here ya go!” Finn offered the item to the Lady, who simply stared at him as if this was some sort of dream or illusion. “...Uh, take it? It’s not gonna bite ya! I think. That would be kinda cool in a real wack-a-doodle manner, but I don’t think something like that’s gonna happen!”

Bubblegum snapped back to reality at his comment, giving a mild snort at the absurdity of it all. She plucked the crown out of the boys' hands and planted it back on her temple where it belonged.

“Thank you... Fffinn! I...” She said trying to find the words. “I... appreciate what you did!” She then put on a smile, a slightly fake one, the Princess had business to tend to and did not want the innocent child to see it. “Now, could you please run along to the castle and get more help for me please! It’s really super urgent!” She said, hoping he would listen.

“Yeah fosure! Right after you hug that guy and I’ll be on my way!” He replied giving thumbs up with his tongue out and a smile.

This was the exact thing she did not want to hear and her slightly fake smile became a slightly more fake one. “N-...no I am... not going to hug him.” She said as her facade cracked a little with a tinge of disgust in her words.

“Hehehe, sure you are, a deal is a deal!” Finn said without skipping a beat. “Princesses always keep their ends of the bargains!”

“I... DIDN’T agree to hug him.” She said with clear anger. “Nor would I do so even if he was the last person in all of Ooo! How dare you expect me to fulfill a promise that YOU made!?”

Finn sensing the Princesses disdain felt a bit dour. He was a Boy of his word, but he also did not mean to overstep his boundaries.

“U-uh...u-u-umm... I-I’m sorry, I just... wanted to help and stuff!” He said with a timid voice. ��B-but what’s wrong the red guy anyways?! Sure, he’s kinda weird and gross, but what’s one hug for him helpin to find your cr-?”

“HE’S A FLIPPIN LUNATIC THAT’S BEEN HARASSING ME FOR YEARS, KID!!!” She yelled with a viciousness comparable to that of an enraged Tiger.

“F-for realsies?” Finn asked, shaken slightly by the unexpected tone of the Adult. It wasn’t something Finn was used to seeing. Even the unseen 4th person that floated around had never seen Bonnie like this.

“YEAH! FOR ‘REALSIES!” She shouted. “He has been going around, kidnapping Princesses like me, like some twisted demented creep who doesn’t take no for an answer! So no! I am NOT hugging him! Instead...” She lifted up her flamethrower and shot a brief stream up into the air. “I am going to burn him to death!”

Finn gasped at the idea, the boy glancing back at the old man in red, obliviously enjoying the snacks he gave him.

“So if you don’t want to be traumatized while I bake his cake, I suggest you obey my command and walk away while you can. Otherwise, I’ll help you find a therapist.” She said in a voice most bitter. This is not a situation she wanted, but she was done being patient. She set the flamer to full blast and took aim. “So move aside! I got a problem to solve.”

The person that floated above them was in a state of shock and disbelief, a hot rage and a cold pain filled her body, her arms, her legs, her chest. She did not want this to happen, but now it was out of her hands to prevent. She lifted her Bass Axe over her, read to bring it down upon her old friend to protect an even older one. As she did this, ice cold tears welled up in her eyes as she prepared to do the hardest thing of her long life yet.

“No.” said Finn as he stood directly between the Ice King and the Candy Princess.

“Excuse you?” Said the Princess in confused disbelief.

“I SAID NO!” Yelled Finn with a passionate anger in his voice. “I WON’T LET YOU JUST KILL HIM!”

“Uh, that’s not for you to decide, kid!” Spat the Princess. “His fate was sealed when he decided to try to kidnap me for the last time. Now obey my command or get scorched with him!”

“I DON’T CARE!!” Finn yelled. “You can’t just kill people just because they’re an inconvenience!” He glanced back at the Ice King. “I don’t know that guy, but as far as I personally know, he hasn’t done anything wrong! And as my brother taught me, I gotta give peeps the benefit of the doubt! So until I see him do something donkin evil, he’s a person darn it, HIS LIFE HAS VALUE!”

His last words caused both the Princess and the invisible Axe Murderer to slowly lower their weapons. They didn’t expect him so say something with such sincere... conviction.

“So, you’re... just gonna stand there and be cooked alive with him?” Asked Bubblegum, wondering just how serious he was.

Finn showed a sense of fear on his face. He did not want to die, especially at the hands of the Princess. But then he showed his resolve. “...If I have to, I will! Because that’s what heroes do!”

The Princess was taken aback by his answer. A child willing to put his life down for a stranger that had a bad reputation, even if the face of death. It touched her, his sweet innocence and naivety caused her to blink back to a time she had thought lost. Bonnie did not want to hurt Finn, she wanted to protect him, causing her to lower her weapon even more.

“We don’t have to kill him! Or fight each other! We can, talk it out maybe? I dunno!” Finn offered, hoping the Princess would see it his way. “I got the crown back with snax, didn’t I?”

“You...” The Princess hesitated, she was still afraid of the Ice King and being wrong. “I... don’t trust you... OR HIM!!”

“Well... I trust you!” Said Finn.

“WHAT?!” Said Bonnie. “But we JUST met! You don’t even KNOW me!!”

“Why not though? You’re Princess and you haven’t done anything wrong, ever! So I trust you to do the right thing no matter what! Here, I’ll even turn my back to you!” Finn said as he spun around, doing as he said. “See?! Perfect trust! Ain’t no biggie!”

“WHA-WHU-...kid you’re crazy!”

“Why would it be cray-cray? You gunna do somethin evil?” Finn said as looked back, smirking.

“Na-NO! I wussent gunna!” Said Bubblegum as she blushed, almost as if she was a kid caught doing something naughty and embarrassing.

“Then it ain’t no biggie, see?” Finn said as he looked towards the Ice King, wondering what the big deal is with the guy.

The Ice King swallowed the last cookie and stood up, brushing off his beard full of crumbs. “All right, that... MMM! That was fattening good! Glad I found those snax!” He then belched. “Okay Princess! Time to go home, cuz you and I got a Wedding ceremony to catch!”

“Oh sweet! Who be gettin hitched, homie!?” Finn said, like the naive child he was.

“Oh, glad you asked!” Said the red man as he took his crown in hand. “Just Princess Bubblegum and her King that is I~”

He planted the crown upon his head and with it, a shimmering of magic all around him, his colors shifting, or burning, the red away and turning him in a variety of blues. His hands then flashed with white frosty light that was zap happy in its sound and he floated above them in a manner most menacing.

“Well.” Finn began as he glanced back at the Princess. “The-.... the Princess don’t wanna marry you, so... you gotta respect her decision, right?”

“Oh hahahahaaha!” The King cackled like a Madman in the moonlight. “Kiddo! Buddy! Her consent is of no concern to me! Now DIE! ZAP!” He hurled a bolt of freezing lightning that landed between Finn and Bubblegum, striking with such force they both were sent flying. Bubblegum even lost her flamer as she was made dizzy.

Finn was knocked down, but quickly got up with a groan. “DUDE! WHAT THE FLIP!? I WAS LITERALLY JUST VOUCHING FOR YOU!!!”

“Oh please, kiddo, I don’t need nobody vouchin for me!” Declared the Ice King with unironic confidence as he floated. “Not with these good looks and mad charisma stats! This Tumblin sexy man don’t need no wingman!”

“You were literally about to get a hug! From the Princess! Maybe. From me! DEFENINTLY!!!” Finn slammed his fist into his palm.

“Why settle for a hug when I can get MARRIED!!” He yelled as he zapped an Ice Bolt at Finn.

“NO!” Yelled Bubblegum, reaching out instinctively in a desire to protect the child.

Finn simply dodged it thankfully. “You’re gonna have to do better than that you old frostybuns!”

“Don’t you yell G-rated insults at me ya lil jumpin bean! NOW DIE LIKE A BIG BOY WORD!!!” He shouted as he launched a flurry of bolts at Finn again.

“NO! YOU-...Can’t...” Bubblegum yelled only to find Finn was dodging all of them with ease like he was a seasoned acrobat, performing flips and jumps as if it were nothing. “Wow, he is a lithe one. Didn’t think bear mutants could do such tricks.” She said to herself, actually impressed.

“Hold. Still. You. Little. You. Stale. GRAHAM CRACKER!” The Ice King threw bolt after bolt at Finn but could not hit him. Finn threw a rock at him, hitting his chest. “GAH!”

“That all ya got ya glorified kitchen appliance?” Finn taunted as he juggled a stone in one hand with his sword in the other. He then tossed the rock up and used his sword like a baseball bat and struck the rock at the Ice King, who dodged it. Well, actually, he barely moved, he just turned in the air to watch it fly out of the area.

“Looks like you just struck-GOW!” Ice King was cut off by Finn’s mighty foot to his blue face in a kick, causing him to spin in the air.

“Hahaha!” Giggled the young Adventurer. “This is too easy!”

“FINN!” Shouted Bubblegum, getting Finn’s attention. “RUN! RUN AWAY! NOW!!”

“What?! Why!? I’m totes kickin his tail all over the place!” Finn asked in disbelief as he did a little jig to taunt the guy. “Didn’t you see the way I decked him just now?!”

“He’s holding back Finn! He can easily kill you if he gets angry enough!” She explained. “So, run! Get help! NOW!!!”

“Nah, I think I c-WHOA!” Finn barely dodged a beam of ice from his opponent.

“You’re WAY outta ya league, kiddo!” Growled the Ice King. As he beamed a ray of ice at the child.

“You’re the one whose missing all your shots bozo!” Finn taunted.

“Who said I was tryin to hit ya?!” The King countered.

“Huh?” Finn said as he looked around. Everything was covered in sheets of sleek ice. But he didn’t understand the gravity of the situation until it was too late. “GAH!” He screamed as he slipped, hitting the ice, sliding a ways along. “Uh-oh” He said as he realized what it meant.

“Hehehe! Now you get it!” The King cackled in triumph. “Now for my prize!~” he said as he hovered over to Princess Bubblegum.

“Oh HECK no!” Bubblegum and Finn said in unison.

The Princess picked up a rock ready to rumble.

“Babygirl don’t be playin hard to get now! You know domestic violence is a poor alternative to talking it ou-OWHOW!” The Ice King took a rock to the nose, which he rubbed to soothe.

“I DON’T want to marry you, Ice King.” Bubblegum said. “I don’t want to marry you, I don’t want to date you, and I sure as HECK don’t wanna listen to your stupid songs about doing any of that stuff either! So please, for the last time, FFFLIP OFF!”

“Now now! No need for coarse language in front of the child!” The King Tutted. “They pick up some potty mouth wor-OW! All right, that’s it! When we get home you are gettin a timeout!”

“NO!” She shouted as he grabbed the Princess by the wrists and was about fly off with her, despite her protests of fists to his face, some which landed.

“UNGRAB HER YOU FLIPPIN FREAK!!” Finn screamed as he slid towards the pair on his belly like a penguin, rolling forward onto his feet and then launching himself head first into the Ice King with great momentum that it knocked both the King and the Princess into the shallow water. Finn then stood up ready for another go at him.

“EERRRRRAAAAGH!” The King growled like a beast. “WHY WON’T YOU STAY DOWN!!” He then prepared to fire another Ice Beam at Finn.

“Uh-Oh!” Thinking fast he ran towards the tree for cover as the Ice King fired his beam of Ice at him, starting from the Kings own feet, tracking towards Finn. It was much larger and slower than the last beam was and in it’s wake, left a thick rail of ice.

Finn however saw an opportunity, he ran up the tree as the beam spell finished, flipping at the crescendo and in the wake of the beam left a railing that was the dream of a grinder that Finn planted on, sliding directly towards the Ice King with speed and force.

“Oh fffudg-” Said the Ice King as he felt the full force of Finn’s kick to his forehead, knocking a daze into him as he landed face first into the shallow water. “Rrrrmmuugh” He groaned as he laid there.

“Wow...” Said an impressed Bubblegum as she had witnessed everything, which was the only thing she could say as she approached Finn. “You... y-you did it! You actually beat him! You defeated the Ice King!”

Finn panted, the fight taking a lot out of him. “Yeah! Pretty cool, right!? Hehehe! Pun.” He said with a thumbs up.

“Nobody has been able to do that since... Billy...” She said with almost disbelief. If she had not been here to witness this event, she would not have believed it.

“Billy?!” Said with a sense of distance. “I... did something here did too?”

“Yeah! He used to wrangle the Ice King whenever he got lose before disappearing. Always had a heck of a time doing it too!” Explained the Princess. “But nevermind that! Take your Sword and finish him off!”

“What?!” Said Finn like he had a little crazy in his ear. “You mean... like...”

“KILL HIM! Yes! Take your blade and cut his head off!” Commanded the Princess.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!?” Finn spat back, his voice cracking. “He’s defeated! Can’t we just leave? Or arrest him!?”

“No!” She said with a stern flatness. “Everytime he’s arrested, he escapes! Everytime he gets knocked down, he get’s up again! This whole shindig of him kidnapping Princesses and causing havoc? It will start over again and more suffering will continue! He needs to be put down PERMANENTLY!”

“But... but!” Finn said timidly.

“Finn... please... I don’t want to have nightmares of him anymore.” Said Bubblegum, putting on a sad face, bringing out her tears, hoping the boy would obey her so that she would not have to sully her own Royal hands with his blood while also having the detachment of the deed of taking the Ice Kings life. That way nobody could say SHE killed him. She just wanted the act done.

“U-um... well... I did give him the benefit of the doubt. I’ll... put him down.” Finn said, taking his sword in hand, his face sullen with oncoming sadness, approaching the Ice King who was still face down in the water, wearing his admittedly cool crown.

“Sorry bro, but you’re evil, I gotta do what Heroes do and... slay you.” Finn said as he and the invisible entity raised their weapons, prepared to take the life of someone who was unaware.

Finn with both hands on his sword stood there, frozen. He shook a little at the thought of taking the life of a defeated opponent, even if it was someone like the Ice King who just attacked him.

“Mmmmrm....mmmrmrm!” Finn hummed. “mmmmmRRM I CAN’T DO IT!”

This shocked both Bubblegum and the Invisible Girl, who lowered her axe as Finn turned to Bonniebel, lowing his sword to his side.

“I’m sorry Princess! But this is wrong! And I can-Huh?!” Finn tried to explain, but felt the chilling cold touch of something around his right wrist. Finn’s bolted around and saw it was the Ice King.

“GOTCHYA PUNK!” He shouted as a flash of freezing light enveloped both of their hands. Then he let go of him.

Upon his entire forearm was a block of Ice that covered Finn’s limb. “AAA!” He shouted as the cold stung him with mild pain, stumbling back away from the Ice King a little.

“HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” Cackled the Coldhearted Clown. “That’s what chya get fer letting ya guard do-AAA!” Finn clocked the King with his frozen appendage. “MY SCHNOZ!!! YA BROKE MY SCHNOZ!!!” Yelled the Frozen Monarch as he grasped his face.

Finn stumbled backwards a distance away from the grazed King and fell onto his boy buns into the running stream. He too was grazed as he was coming to terms with his frozen limb.

“FINN!” Yelled Bubblegum who rushed to the boys aid. “Your arm!!!”

“It’s... fine!” Said Finn with a grimmace.

“NO! It is NOT fine! It is 100% not fine! It is ROUGH and COARSE! Because I should not have made you do that! Oh Glob!” She explained. She felt such guilt over manipulating him to do her bidding. “Look, this is just my problem! Okay!? Just get up and run! I won’t let you die for me, so-”

Finn place his hand on hers and looked her dead in the eye. “It’s okay, really! I promise that I will protect you no matter what, Princess! Even if it costs me my arm or my life, I will ALWAYS protect you! I swear it!” He said with a most natural sense of sincerity.

The Princess was speechless, he such conviction to his words and they were for her. Even though he was a bit unsettled and injured, he was still willing to protect her, even at the cost of his life. He was probably ignorant, a child playing hero, but she didn’t sense any sort of falsehood, he was dead serious. But it did leave a bit of blush on her face as it his words left her a little bit inspired.

“Finn...I...” She began in a soft voice as she held him.

“Need to SHUT THE HELL UP!” Shouted the Ice King, grabbing their attention with his invocation of an ancient Norse Goddess... with 2 L’s. He snapped his nose back into place and growled at the pair. “I... am... DONE! Time to finish this little game with a bit of a FROST NOVA!!!”

The King’s hands came alight with frosty magic and he spun his hands over one another like some sort of dance as he slowly floated upwards.

“OH NO YA DON’T!” Finn said in defiance, standing up rushing towards him to attack. But he was stopped as the Princess yanked on his free hand to stop his foolish bravery.

“NO! FINN!”

“WHAT!? WHY?! I GOTTA STO-”

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” She shouted. “His Spell that he’s about to use is gonna freeze this river and we’ll be stuck! OR WORSE! We gotta book it to higher ground, NOW!”

“A-...OKAY!” Finn agreed as the two rushed hand in hand to the island.

“WHERE DO YA THINK YOU’RE GOIN?!” The Ice King hollered. “Why don’t stay for some CHILL!?!?” He slammed his hands into the stream and came forth a great sheet of rock solid ice, stopping the stream dead. The Ice traveled with speed towards the Princess and her friend.

Finn glanced back and his sense of danger told him that now was time for a judgement call. They would not make it back on the shore in time. So Finn instead stopped the Princess in their tracks and lifted her above himself with surprising strength.

“FINN! WHAT THE HAY ARE YOU DOING?!” The Princess shouted in protest as she was lifted.

“Fufilling my promise!” He said as he turned around, stepped back and took a firm stance.

The Ice then hit him and he was frozen from the waist down. “GEYAAAAA!” He screamed with a shock to his system. “C-C-COLD! SO COLD! IT’S LIKE WHEN JAKE POURS ICE CUBES DOWN MY PANTS BUT A MILLION TIMES WORSE!!! IT’S ALGEBRAIC BAD!!!”

Thankfully the Princess was safe, Finn gently lowering her to the ice covered shallow river. “Are you okay!?” She asked.

“M-m-m-my boy bumps are goin numb, but, yeah? I think?” He shuttered in the cold.

“AAA-HAHAHAHAHAAAA!” The Ice King cackled in triumph as he floated closer with menace. “What’s the matter, kid? Where’s that spunky bravado you just had a moment ago? Did it freeze and die like you’re about to?” He growled in a low, threatening tone.

“Dude! Take a hint!” Finn declared, trying to hide his sense of fear. “You ain-GUH!”

The Ice King slugged Finn with a fist to the boys face. Blood had spilled forth from his nose. Not much, but just little, enough to show that the blow wasn’t just for show.

Ice King then planted his hand upon the childs face, to muzzle him. Finn looked into the visage of the Lunatic and saw him bear a demonic smile filled with dark glee, his teeth sharp, on full display.

Bubblegum never saw this side of him before, he usually was just a cornball idiot that was more like a harassing kidnapping clown than an actual threat half the time. He was actually... scary, she was afraid of him now.

“Ya really should stayed down ya lil bastard.” Ice King said with a snow demons grin. He lifted his free hand into the air above his head, looking like claw about to come down, alight with crackling ice magic. “Now you’re about to be a frozen carcass. Any last words?”

Ice King lifted his hand off the boys mouth. Finn looked into the eyes of his soon-to-be killer and saw a genuine curiosity in them.

“I-...” Finn began. “I guess I always knew I’d go out saving somebody.”

“HAH!” The King laughed. “Nobody chooses how they go, kid.”

As he was about to land the killing blow, Ice King felt the hand of someone familiar grasp his wrist. “Stop.” She whispered, a desperation in her voice. “Please...”

“Huh?!” Ice King gruffed, he glanced back. But saw nobody was there, confounding the Royarch.

“WAIT!” Bubblegum shouted, getting the Ice King’s attention.

“Oh what now?!” Ice King moaned. “Can’t chya see I’m in the middle of turnin this child into a pint sized cadaver? Women am I right?” He asked Finn.

“If you let him go... I’ll...” Said the Princess. “I’ll...”

“Yeah? YEAH?! You’ll what?!” Ice King demanded.

“I’ll... I will marry you... Ice King.” The Princess said with a sense of defeat.

“Wha-, REALLY?!” King shouted.

“...Yes.” She said as she hung her head. “I will marry you, if you let that boy go.”

“PRINCESS N-N-N-NO!!!” Finn protested.

“... Well hawt dang! Wooo!” Cheered Ice King. “After so many years, I finally got one to say yes! Who knew child murder was what did it?! Pretty sure that’s a red flag and that I’m about to get stabbed, but I’ll take it!”

“NO! I f-f-forbid this a-a-act of union!” Shivered Finn. “Esp-p-p-pescially when it’s on mmmm-m-m-m-my bhalf!!”

“Finn shut up!” Shouted Bubblegum.

“Yeah! Put a sock in it!” Agreed Ice King. “You ain’t gonna ruin this for us, no way, no how!”

“He’s right, Finn... we’re... engaged.” Bubblegum said in a dour tone. “That means this now has nothing to... do with you.”

“But Princess Bubblegum, you don’t have to do this!” Finn said with sorrow. “I promised I woul-”

Bubblegum planted her hand on his mouth to silence him. “You’re just a kid, Finn. You don’t understand what you meant when you said that. Even if we both believed you.” The two stared at each other as she removed her hand from his mouth. Finn felt a tinge of cold pain within him, like he failed her. She planted a kiss on his cheek, causing the boy to blush. “Thanks anyways though...” She said with a half a smile. But it only lasted a moment before melting into a sad frown. “Now go home, and don’t follow us. That’s a direct command from your Princess.”

“Hey can I get a little sugar here myself?” The Ice King asked, offering his own puckered lips.

“Uh... why not save if for the ceremony? It’s... bad luck to kiss the bride before then, right?” Said Bubblegum, hoping the idiot would buy it.

“Mmmm, yeah you’re right!” Ice King agreed. He then grabbed her like a bride and began to float. “We got all of eternity to smooch, baby! Hahahaha!!!”

“W-W-WAIT! Hold up! Aren’t chya gonna free him!?” Bubblegum asked anxiously.

“What? Hecks NO!” The King spat. “Why the skrog would I do that?! Sucka tried to 69 me! I ain’ gonna let that slide!” A snort followed by giggling could be heard from somewhere, probably the invisible person.

“I’LL 69 Y-Y-YOU R-R-R-RIGHT NOW YA J-J-JERK!” Finn threatened, the invisible person doing whatever she could to remain invisible and not burst out laughing like a psychopathic clown hearing the best joke possible, sounding like a deflating balloon.

“But you said you’d let him go if I went with you?!” Decried the Princess.

“Nah-uh my dear~!” Said the King in a sly manner. “You asked me to just let him go, nothing about when or how! Monkey’s paw rules, honey! You really should think about how you word or phrase things! Save you a headache in legislation!”

“Then the deals off ya butt!” Bonnie protested.

“TOO BAD! Cuz I hold all the cards! Most of which I dealt to myself! BY CHEATING! WITH A LOADED DECK! AAAHAHAHAHA!!!” The King laughed. “Here kid! I’ll leave ya with a gentle snow ta ease ya into that good night!”

The Ice King flew over the Boy. “FINN!” Yelled Bonnie as she rached out for him. “PRINCESS!!!” Finn shouted as he reached back for her with his free hand with all of his might. The two nearly touched hands, but missed.

The King flew high up into the air and spun around and around and around like a record, clouds gathering to him in a spiral, laughing like a maniac the whole time.

Then suddenly, he flew off, towards the Mountains of Ice, leaving only cloud and a mostly out of season dense snowfall from the clouds.

“PRINCEEEESSS!!!” The Boy shouted again, thrashing against his helpless frozen state, long after she and her kidnapper fled from sight.

Snow was falling around him, his breathe could be seen in the chilled air as he was tuckered out. He felt the sting of ice upon his flesh, numbing him as he began to shiver. But now he felt a new pain well up within him.

“I couldn’t help her.” Said Finn quietly as tears began to run down his cheeks as he began to cry. Then he felt something upon his cheeks, a cool hand gently wipe away a single boyish tear, snapping him from his mourning over losing the Princess.

“W-what the?” His eyes darted around trying to find who did that. Then he spotted an outline of snow floating in front and above him. “Who the kronk are you!?”

The silhouette jolted and then floated around Finn, the boy tracking the entity with his head. “HEY! I SEE YOU!!!” Finn shouted.

“Wh-HUH?! HOW TH-” Said the voice of a girl, who stopped mid sentence as she noticed snow was on her, revealing where she was.

“Did you just... touch my cheek?!?” Finn demanded, his face blushing in confusion. “Cuz that’s... um...” He wasn’t sure what to say really.

“Ugh, whateves.” Said the Invisible Girl as she struck Finn’s iced hand and feet with her axe, cracking them. “Laters.” Said the entity as it floated off towards the Ice Mountains.

“WAIT! WHO-O-O ARE YOU?!” Finn shouted.

“Finn?!” Said a masculine familiar voice.

“You can’t be Finn! I’m Fi- wait, what the skroobles?” He said in confoundment.

“FINN!” Stretched Jake’s head into Finn’s sight.

Adventure Time Presents: The Good, The Fair & The Beautiful. - Chapter 8 - Zalloj - Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010) [Archive of Our Own]

#adventure time #ice king #princess bubblegum #marceline #finn

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reindeer-dad · 2 years ago

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I posted 931 times in 2022

That's 637 more posts than 2021!

467 posts created (50%)

464 posts reblogged (50%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@huds-hub

@reindeer-dad

@bodycontainsahumansoul

@framedrawn

@huds-makes-fanart

I tagged 931 of my posts in 2022

#reindeer dad [ ic ] - 190 posts

#out of cookies [ ooc ] - 165 posts

#grey guy [ anons interact ] - 142 posts

#the real deals better! [ fanart ] - 108 posts

#reindeer games [ ic memes answered ] - 97 posts

#big guy [ asgore ] - 85 posts

#tough on everything [ guest muse mrs holiday ] - 79 posts

#youngest softest doe [ noelle ] - 79 posts

#beast and beast [ asgore/rudy ] - 71 posts

#huds speaks [ ooc memes answered ] - 70 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#the fact that this art and this headcanon dropped while i was planning my response to carols real thoughts about the dreemurrs...

My Top Posts in 2022:

Happy Friday!

Here, have the unedited art I made of Rudy being distracted by Asgore’s barrel chest. Can’t blame him.

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Mrs Holiday, can you share your thoughts about the Dreemurs?

See the full post

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@roleplayersoul (continued from here)

“Give a little look, do a little shimmy, wiggle them hips. Or, ya know -- take it easy and just hang around shirtless." Rudy’s wide, toothy smile was infectious, his fluffy little tail in full swing. "Can’t go wrong with me as your audience, big guy. I'm not a picky man!" The mood was light, which he preferred. As a lover, Rudy liked keeping things on the playful side. Carefree laughter was a sign of comfort, and he would respond to his partner with plenty of touches and attentiveness.

Rudy looked at the fluffy paw that fell onto his hand. He drew his gaze upward. Powerful arms that would appear intimidating to somebody who was a stranger to Asgore. White ears peaking from cascades of blonde hair like boulders cutting through the cliff of a waterfall. Soft creases collecting on the corners of his mouth and eyes whenever he laughed and smiled. They say that a loved one is 1000 tiny details combined into one person. Rudy must have seen them hundreds of times over the years. But now, those tiny details affected him differently. He was drawn to them, filling him with a desire of wanting to bring himself as close to Asgore as possible.

...there was no doubt in Rudy’s mind that he was very much in love with his dearest friend.

Gorey had found his way to become a parental figure to his daughters and practically a husband to Rudy. All the hugs, those nuzzles, the hand-holdings. Finding themselves comfortably snuggled against each other at night. It wasn’t just friendly tenderness anymore - it meant something, right? What they had was so special, it was more important than any physical desire he had.

But God damnit, Rudy wanted this. Sure, the ol’ reindeer wasn't shy. But the years afforded him to be wise enough to not jeopardize an important relationship for a chance to roll in the sack.

He decided, then and there, that if Asgore showed any signs of pulling away, he’d retract, apologize, and never ever attempt to come onto his friend again.

Rudy’s hand remained under Asgore's paw. His smile softened as his free hand brushed along the side of the larger man's face. "You mean so much to me..." He spoke sincerely as Asgore’s soft eyes gazed at the shorter man. They were always - always - so full of warmth for him.

"Wouldn't do a thing to mess up what we have..." A simple, soft caress down the blonde beard, his thumb grazing over the creases of the other’s face.

Rudy’s hand found itself at the center of Asgore’s chest. He could swear Gorey’s heart was pounding under his palm. "Can't describe it...” His smile lifted playfully, now brushing his hand in short strokes. "...but I ain't pullin' out a dictionary for something I can just show you...”

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It's here...

I'll upload individual, higher quality pictures tomorrow (this picture is terribly compressed...)! Thanks, that was fun!

Berdly, having a feather-ruffling day - @inquireanerdyberd Undertale Asgore, AKA "Papa Gorey" - @roleplayersoul "Oops-I-created-a-Dark-Fountain" Kris - @klairdelune Holiday Blues Dark World Rudy, Hammer of Justice Nails - @deltaruneholidayblues Jaded!Ralsei, ready to stab yo ass - @princewithoutakingdom sans, sans-ing everywhere - @withoutcomedy

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My #1 post of 2022

@roleplayersoul‘s Asgore offering you some fruitcake for the 150 Follows Special. His extra-squishiness was inspired by @mooniimystic‘s fanart. Stitching the sweater pattern onto the picture was a pain in the ass, but it was 100% worth it!

Deer and goat. Asgorudy. ASGORUDY!

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #utdr rp #out of cookies [ ooc ]#i interacted with bodycontainsahumansoul the most #go check them out. theyre great!#also squishy asgore had the best year #(how did the saucy thread get on the list? *sweats*)

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fluffyllamas-23 · 6 years ago

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NOBODY MOVE STEVE ROGERS NEEDS A HUG HE IS TOO SAD

#my HEART #Somebody give that man a hug and a cookie

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maximillien · 2 years ago

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What if reader also had a shitty life back on earth and was brought like Choi Han

And any ounce of comfort makes them want to cry from happiness because holy shit somebody cares about them. And it doesn't matter which love language it's expressed in, as long as reader knows that somebody actually took time out of their day to think of them and to do something for them would make them cry. And so reader is so happy somebody finally loves them because they're so isolated and lonely from their trust issues due to trauma that they explode all of their love and affection on the person that cares? That person being cale

And yannow, as much as Cale likes to say he's a trash ass, he's really not. He exercices the five love languages all the time. And he's caring.

So imagine these two messes meeting each other, Cale being Cale, idk when he'd fall in love, it'd be slow for sure, but he'd grow to care for reader a lot first and reader would be like 'omg. Somebody actually??? Cares??? I must give this man all my love!'. Cue physical contact, hugs, little pecks here and there, reader giving cale gifts that reminded them of him, reader being fully supportive of his slacker life dreams (he's never getting those honestly, with the shit he pulls), reader helping him through tough times, reader who knows and sees what others don't, the slight tense of a shoulder, the tiniest wrinkle of a frown. The words of affirmation and praise and love would tumble out of their lips, bringing cookies and desserts when they could, heck making them themselves, helping with paperwork and duties so that cale can relax.

And just cale being just like reader like '??? Holy shit??? Somebody??? Cares???' And quietly returning the favours, with head pats and a hand on the shoulder to let them know he's there, to reassure and ground them, praise to the hard work they go through to ease his own, the snacks he'd bring because he knows they like them, maybe he'd try to cook something from their world to comfort them, he'd see something in a boutique or on a market stand and immediately buy it without thinking, putting it on readers bed so it remains anonymous, spending some time-in which he could be resting- with them, in silence, just basking in each other's presence, or maybe even having some phatic talk.

And just, two people who've gone through so much shit, and have been disappointed over and over, that have the worst trust issues, slowly letting their walls down, falling in love quietly but hardly, and completely entrusting their lives to one another. Two people who can practically know what the other is thinking, and then discern a way to react to that thinking, wether it be a hand on the knee, finger stroking little circles to calm from a panic attack, a plate of fresh baked cookies brought in the room after one saw the others eye bags from the sleepless nights, filled with nightmares. Seeking each other out unconsciously, bodies lingering and limbs subconsciously leaning towards the other, eyes looking for their other half, unsatisfied and searching until they find them, finally relaxing. Words of comfort whispered in the dead of the night, as a hand lays on the small of one's back in a comforting motion. Two people who slowly heal each other through their actions and care for each other like nobody else could, care like they never have before.

And the others see this and are just so happy? Because their young master and the person he brought in, the two people who had some of the highest walls, the two loneliest people have found each other and found themselves in the process. Two people they guessed have gone through so much shit from the way they talked and acted, both far too mature for their age, both shouldering far too much. Maybe they'd even try to set them up in some cases. An outing to the market and oops! Raon and the kittens forgot their money at home and suspiciously don't want to steal cales? Well, at least reader and Cale can go through the market alone, fingers inching closer till they're touching, thinking nobody is looking. (The kids are looking. They're elated to find their father find somebody who loves him as much as he loves them). Maybe Beacrox would know when one would cook for the other, so he'd leave some ingredients out, some pre made and some fresh. (He just doesn't want them ruining his lover- his kitchen.). And maybe Alberu would invite them under the guise of 'Living the experience of the Royal Gardens. Only exclusive to the royal family of course!' And oh! What's that? He has paperwork? And he actually wants to do it? Darn then, guess he's got to go! (He secretly asked for binoculars to be made and was watching them the whole time). Just the whole family being in on it, and as sweetly disgusting as some of it is- like just shove your mouths together already- it's comforting and new, and it's a beautiful thing for them all to see.

That's the kinda love I want and I think it's fucking beautiful.

Where's my Cale?

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #cale tcf #tcf x reader #cale henituse x reader #lout of the count’s family #tcf #cale lcf #lcf #I want this kind of love #unconditional love

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thebadboyfanclub · 4 years ago

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You Are My Light (Rio x Reader)

Hey, so I'm super excited for this cause I haven't written for Rio in so long. Enjoy!

Rio was a tough cookie, a man of crime which only meant he was surrounded but those types of people. When he had met Beth back in the day he was intrigued because her life was so different from his, so... Colorless and grim, a life of routines and packed sandwiches. For a while it was fun to shake up her life, until she became like all the others in his cycle, greedy for power and sneaky, now she was "his girl" which meant she was his fall person, gave her the keys and put her name so if anything goes wrong she can be the one to take the blow.

"Alright little man today is mother's day, you gotta pick the best flowers for mama"

Rio said to his son as they stood in the flower shop, Marcus was going all around the shop, dragging the man that worked there with him so he can point out which flowers he wanted.

"Your son has a great eye for arranging a bouquet"

"He's a momma's boy that's why"

At that the phone rang. The man went to pick it up and it seemed to be important, he covered the phone and yelled a name, then she came out. A girl with hair falling on her face and wearing an apron

"Yes"

"Can you fix the bouquet for the gentleman? I need to take this"

"Umm o-ok"

Rio was interested as soon as he saw her, her soft spoken voice was barely above a whisper as she approached the counter top and clearly tried to avoid eye contact. Her hands were not that steady but she seemed to know what she was doing, rio thought that she was acting like this because she wasn't comfortable doing it in front of a crowd. As she was finishing up she finally looked up to him but only for a quick second as she bit the inside of her cheek to look back down.

"It's ummm 30$ s-sir"

Rio smiled at her shy demeanor it felt like a century had passed from the last time he had met somebody so timid, it was mesmerizing to him. He gave her the money and then passed the bouquet to Marcus who seemed super excited for this purchase and the creation he had made

"Excuse me miss, may I ask your name?"

"(Y-y/n)... Sir"

"Call me Rio, I'll see you around sweetheart"

After that Rio came to the flower shop every day to buy a single white Rose and every day (y/n) found one waiting on her cars windshield with a note that always said "you looked beautiful today. To say she was flattered was an understatement, one side of hers was thrilled that such a handsome man was showing interest in her, the other was surprised that a man as confident and as determined as he was had decided to take the time and pursue her in such romantic way. After two weeks of roses he had waited to give her the rose in person along with the proposal of a date.

That's when he found out she wasn't comfortable with anyone in general, it wasn't about his presence that made her shy, she was like that with everyone. After a while he felt the need to be the one to take care of her, protect her in any way, even if that was making an order for her at the restaurant while she scooted closer to him and held the him of his shirt to feel secure.

"I'm going to the bathroom"

"Ok mama"

Rio said as (y/n) left him at the bar, it was Rios birthday so they had gone to a bar to celebrate. She finally had a reason to wear the midi white satin dress Rio had bought her, she had to admit it looked beautiful and she slowly came to the realization that Rio had connected her with the color white. As she reached out her arm to open the bathroom door a man grabbed her arm to stop her

"Hello gorgeous"

She felt like somebody threw cold water at her, she froze on her spot while the man smiled at her in a way she could tell was not just friendly. (Y/n) immediately looked down as she took a step back to get some distance from the man.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry I just wanted to know who you are"

"I-i"

"She is taken"

Her head shot at the direction her boyfriends voice came. She didn't even realize that she was walking to him and then proceeded to stand behind him, hiding away from the man that had scared her. She grabbed his shirt and leaned in to him as she tried to stop her legs from shaking.

"I didn't know she was mute"

"She is not, she just talks to people that respect her personal space"

Rio thankfully had seen the scene go down and in a blink of an eye and out of pure instinct he had shot out of his chair and basically ran to (y/n). The man wasn't already laying at the ground for disrespecting her because he knew how upset (y/n) would get. She hated any type of fighting and even after dating for so long (y/n) didn't really know what Rio's occupation was, he didn't want her to be scared of him.

"I don't want no trouble man"

"Yet you tried to put your hands on a woman, see where I'm from that means you are asking for trouble"

Rio stood proudly in front of his woman as he could feel (y/n)s shaky breath on his neck. The man looked uncomfortable and a little bit scared, just how she felt before Rio stepped in. All Rio could think about was how this scene might have played if he wasn't there and that angered him even more. He might be a man of the night and balls deep into illegal things but he respected two rules "you don't touch women and you don't touch children" unless you trynna see God.

"(Y/n) go back to our spot please"

"I-"

"(Y/n)!.... I'm sorry, go and wait for me ok baby?"

He didn't mean to yell at her, he just wanted to shield her from seeing his ugly side. So he turned around and placed and gentle kiss on the top of her head before (y/n) walked away, as soon as her back was turned and she had made a few steps he pulled the guy into the man's bathroom and slammed his back against the wall.

"What's your name?"

"Jason Adams"

"Now you listen here, by an hour I will know every detail about you. If I find out you ain't keeping your hands to yourself again... You won't even hear the knock on the door. Got it?"

"Ok"

At that Rio let him go, the guy let out a huff and turned to the sink to splash some water on his face. As Rio turned to leave, (y/n) came to his mind, how scared she was and the sound of her breath as she hid behind him.

"On another thought"

Rio said and grabbed the guys head, with one swift powerful movement his forehead got smashed to the sink, the sound was deafening and after that the guy was unconscious, Rio knew he wasn't dead so he just fixed his collared shirt and walked out of the bathroom.

(Y/n) was sitting down looking at something on her phone, Rio knew she would pull out her phone went she was alone as a defense machenism to hide from the world. As he approached he gave her a big hug that she very much needed. She felt her muscles relax as she took in his cologne, she closed her eyes to fully let go of her worries and feel safe once again as her man was here. She looked up and smiled at him, feeling the warm sensation of serenity taking over her.

"Thank you"

"Don't ever thank me for protecting you, I am here for that"

She smiled even brighter as Rio leaned in to give her a gentle, intimate kiss on her painted lips. She was his source of purity in this love, this warm light that showed him what it feels like to surrender to love, to fully know that the person next you could never harm you or anyone else.

"You are my light"

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autism-aint-a-flawtism · 2 years ago

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I present to you: My take on the Future Gohan Survives AU

Somehow, Gohan survived in his final stand against the androids. Whether if it's by the will of Kami, or pure concentrated luck, he lived. He's beaten, broken, when Trunks found him he thought that he was dead and in his grief he finally went Super Saiyan. Of course, when he took a minute to really try and feel his Ki, he discovered that Gohan was very much alive, but, he was in a coma.

After Trunks tries to take down the androids and obviously fails. But, once Trunks finally recovers and Bulma completes the time machine, Trunks is finally ready to go back in time, in fact, he's *in* the time machine when Bulma gets the alert.

Gohan's awake

Trunks and Bulma run over to the recovery branch as fast as they can. Gohan is up and worried. He's terrified. After the two of them try and calm Gohan, Trunks and Bulma give him the biggest hug. Gohan takes a good look at Trunks

Gohan, tearing up: "You've... gotten so big!"

After everyone has their tearful reunion, Bulma fills Gohan in on the plans.

Bulma: "...and now we're about to send Trunks to the future to give your father the cure to his heart virus"

Gohan: "and you think that's going to work?

Trunks: "hopefully"

Gohan: "Okay, I'll go, are we still going to when my father got back from the Yardrats to fight Frieza?"

Bulma: "Ummm Trunks is going. Not you. You literally just got up, you shouldn't be moving around like this"

Gohan: "Do you honestly think Trunks should be going over there to beat Frieza? He could barely match me in my base form. I need to give him a lot more training before he can match Frieza."

Trunks: "But, Mr. Gohan, I'm stronger now. I can even go Super Saiyan!"

Gohan takes a pause. Trunks can already go Super Saiyan? He didn't notice at first but Trunks' ki definitely feels like Vegeta's after he learned how to go Super Saiyan. It's not an unreasonable conclusion that Trunks figured out how to go Super Saiyan by himself. Then, Gohan felt queasy. He realized...

Trunks probably went Super Saiyan when he died

Gohan was horrified. He was pissed. Once again, because of the Androids, somebody he loves has had to suffer. He was angry at himself for even training Trunks. He was no better than his father. He hated himself for allowing the past to repeat itself. He thought he was better than this. He wanted to be better than all of this. He's no better than his father, forcing him to train under who knows who and then leaving because he thought it would be a good idea. He was a failure. No time to think about all of this. Trunks has become his own man because of Gohan's failure and that's just how the cookie crumbled. He'd better see if Trunks is capable of taking on Frieza at his current level.

Trunks: "Mr. Gohan, are you okay?"

Gohan: "Go outside. I'm sparring you"

Bulma, trying to hold Gohan back: "Dammit, Gohan, you just recovered. You can't go out fighting"

Gohan, looking at Bulma with a look of determination: "Bulma, I almost died. I'm stronger than ever due to the Zenkai Boost. Hell, I could probably even beat the androids at this rate. Now put your hand the hell off of my shoulder."

Bulma takes her hand off of Gohan's shoulder. She's scared. She's remembering how Goku was when King Piccolo killed Krillin. She knows that Gohan is just scared and overreacting. She doesn't blame him for that. She completely gets it. She remembered almost going in guns blazing full kamikaze when her baby boy came back beaten and broken because of those damned androids. But she realizes that she's probably going to have to be the one to teach Gohan how to deal with these feelings. The only problem is will Gohan accept it? She figures probably. But she's going to be subtle just in case

Trunks was afraid, too. He'd never seen his master be that angry. Was Gohan going to be this bitter forever?

Bulma, sounding concerned after Trunks has left the room: Gohan, I get that you're angry you weren't there. But, it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. You're beginning to look like Go-"

Gohan, turning on Super Saiyan out of rage: "Don't you dare finish that name."

Bulma: "..."

Gohan turning his Super Saiyan back off: "You're right, Bulma. I know you are. But I failed your son, I failed you. Just let me be bitter for a little bit. When those androids are dead. I'll try my best to mellow out."

Gohan lets out an exhausted smile. Yet, it still has the same warmth as his father's

"Don't worry! Everything's going to get better."

END OF PART ONE

Lemme know if you want Part 2!

#future gohan survives AU #future gohan #dbs #dbsuper #dbz #gohan #trunks #future trunks #future bulma #lemme know if you want more of these!#I promise it's not going to be this angsty all the time!#This is definitely going to get more fluffy when the androids die!#but not too fluffy #I'm trying to write more angsty things to help flex all of my writing chops #future gohan lives AU

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babyloposts · 4 years ago

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MY HERO DAD-CANNONS

Summary: How my favorite boys would react to their child having a nightmare. Some single dad head cannons because my baby fever is back

Includes: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo

Warnings: none, fluff, aged up characters, references to GN parent titles

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Bakugou:

He was up and down the hall as quickly as the first wail left his daughter’s mouth. He was desperately hoping that the screams were not from a villain trying to kidnap her.

He was relieved for only a second as he saw her safely tucked into bed as he left her earlier that night, but the worry came back as he saw her broken out in a cold sweat.

Careful not to startle her awake Katsuki rubbed her forehead gingerly removing the sweat and bangs from its place matted on the top of her head.

“Kid. Wake up.” His tone soft. The one he reserved only for her.

“Daddy?” Her brows furrowed and her eyelashes fluttered open to see a stoic yet comforting face.

“You okay? I think you were having a nightmare. Scared the hell out of me.” He chuckled, still soothing her as her breathing slowed.

“M-me too. I was so scared Dad. The monsters were trying to get me.”

“What monsters?” Katsuki feared the worst. What if she had seen a villain and they knew she was his kid. That could mean she was being watched and in danger. He couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“From the movie dad. The one I watched when hanging out with the Midoriya’s.” Bakugou’s face scrunched and his daughter winced in fear of being in trouble for watching a PG-13 movie.

“What’d I tell you about watching scary movies with Deku’s kid. Now look at you all scared with nightmares.” Bakugou scolded, but his expression softened. He was just glad she was safe.

“I’m sorry Dad. I won’t watch scary movies anymore. I don’t want any monsters to get me.”

“It’s okay. I promise I won’t let any monsters get you. They have to go through me first, alright squirt.” She nodded and gave Bakugou a small smile, knowing she was safe and in the most capable hands of the #2 hero.

Bakugou smoothed her hair back and placed a kiss to her forehead. “Love you squirt. Sweet Dreams.”

“I love you too Dad.”

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Midoriya:

Izuku is no stranger to weird dreams, but he had never expected his One for All induced visions to transfer to his daughter as well.

He wouldn’t even know if she hadn’t been weeping by his bedside at one in the morning.

“D-daddy.” A small voice warbled out next to Midoriya. His eyes shot open not expecting to see a teary eyed five year old only a few inches away from his face.

“What’s wrong Bubby?” Izuku quickly sat up in bed and moved to the edge of the bed, scooping the crying child into his arms.

“I had a bad dream.” She whimpered as he wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Aww I’m sorry.” He hugged her tightly to his chest rocking slightly to soothe her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She nodded slightly before starting. “I was so scared Daddy. You were there and somebody—a bad man—stole your quirk away from you. He was too strong. And nobody would help you. Not even All Might. And I was too little to help you, Daddy and I’m so sorry.” And just like that the tears were flowing from her tear ducts again.

Izuku shushed her and started back trying to soothe her again. “Don’t worry, I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” He brought his daughter back to her bedroom and tucked her into her Princess themed bed. “Are you comfy?” She asked and she nodded.

Izuku gave her a kiss to her temple before getting up to move to a bookshelf on the far side of the room. “Would you like to hear a story?” She nodded and Izuku climbed into the side of the bed and wrapped his arm around her.

Midoriya read the story book to her that were more kiddie versions of some of All Might’s best missions (even in fatherhood he was a total fanboy).

His daughter was knocked before he was even halfway through the book, the tales of heroism and safety lulling her into a peaceful sleep. Although she was peaceful and very cute Izuku had realized his grave mistake far too late.

His daughter was the lightest sleeper he knew. It would be almost impossible to remove himself from the bed without waking her up.

He tried several times to stand from the bed without causing her to stir, but ultimately failed and gave in to the reality that he’d be spending the night on the edge of a twin bed.

It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but Izuku would give up anything for his little girl, even the comforts of his own bed, to make her feel safe.

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Kaminari:

It took a lot to get Denki up, which wasn’t always a good thing having such a young child to look after. He was finally awoken by the third kick to his ribs by a little foot in bed.

“Ouch, what the-?” Denki whipped the blanket down to reveal a small body in the fetal position hunched against his side.

“Wha- hey Little Man. What happened? Why aren’t you sleeping in your big kid bed?”

The small boy was unmoving, pretending to be asleep to prevent being bothered or moved from his comfortable position.

“I know you’re not sleep, Buddy. Tell me what’s wrong. Please?” Finally Denki’s son’s head poked up from his arm shields and showed off his pouty face.

“I don’t want to sleep in my big kid. It’s too dark and scary in there. I don’t want to have bad dreams.” The child’s eyes started to water.

Denki sighed. “Bud, I thought we agreed that when you turned four you’d stop sleeping in Papa’s bed and sleep by yourself.”

“I don’t want to anymore. I’m scared. It’s too dark and you are too far away.” He whined. Denki knew that he was the age where he needed to start being able to self-soothe and sleep by himself, but he couldn’t deny his son. He was a good kid, maybe with a bit of separation anxiety, but all around he was pretty easy.

Denki’s nanny would probably scold him for babying his son, but he didn’t care. It’s not like Denki liked sleeping alone anyway.

“Bud, you can’t sleep down in the covers like that. You’ll get way too hot.” A small smile spread over Denki’s lips as his son shuffled his way up onto Denki’s chest with his arms wrapped around his neck in a death grip.

Denki chuckled once the grip loosened and rubbed his son’s back as he slipped into sleep. “Can we try sleeping in your big kid bed tomorrow night?” Denki whispered.

“I’ll try Papa, but no promises.” Denki chuckled and closed his eyes in content.

“That’s okay Buddy. I love you.”

“Love you too, Papa.”

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Takami Keigo:

Keigo really hoped that an intruder wasn’t in the house right now. He knew it was irrational to think, but stranger things have happened, plus he was already worked up from the last patrol he went on last night where he fought a surprisingly difficult villain.

Stealthily Kei climbed out of bed and sent a feather flying into the kitchen where the noise was coming from to scope out the intruder.

When he heard a high pitched scream and low thud he was actually more relieved than worried.

He rushed from behind his bedroom door out to see his son sat on the ground in front of the open refrigerator.

“The hell are you doing up? It’s 2 AM!” Keigo whisper yelled to ensure he didn’t bother the neighbors.

“Sorry Dad. I was hungry.”

“What are you still hungry for? You basically ate a whole chicken by yourself for dinner. At this rate keeping up with your eating habits cost more than the rent.” Takami chided, but he couldn’t be too mad, his son was a growing boy and they needed their sustenance.

“I’m sorry Dad. I just woke up and wanted a snack that’s all.” That’s what he said, but the glossiness in his son’s eyes gave him away.

Keigo bent over to pick up the food that had fallen out of the fridge and grab a carton of ice cream out of the freezer along with two spoons. His son watched his father intently as he moved to the kitchen island to sit and patted the stool next to him.

“Come sit down and have your snack.” Keigo sighed. Reluctantly his son sat down beside him and grabbed a spoon scooping into the slightly freezer burnt cookies and cream.

“So tell me what’s really going on. You wouldn’t tear up just from me knocking you on your ass earlier.” His son’s eyes grew wide, surprised that his dad had noticed that small detail.

“There’s nothing wrong.”

“I know when you’re lying to me Kid. So just go ahead and tell me.” Kei said wrapping an arm around his son’s shoulders.

He took a deep breath before finally caving. “I... I had a dream about Baba. When they died.” Keigo’s usual cocky demeanor faded away and his eyes softened as he recalled the painful memory.

“Wow.” Keigo said as he cleared his throat. “That uh... hasn’t happened for a while. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault Dad. I just wished... I don’t know. I just miss them a lot.” He began to tear up again. Keigo sighed. It has been almost seven years since his significant other died tragically from cancer. Their son was just a kid then. What Five year old can really comprehend that and grieve a parent properly. Since then Kei’s been doing his best as a single Dad, but maybe he should have talked about them more.

“I know you miss them Kid. I do too. I miss them everyday, but you remind me of them. You’ve got the same face and spirit they had, so it’s like a little piece of ‘em is always with us. They’re in you.” Keigo’s grip tightened around his son’s shoulder and he left a comforting rub up and down his forearm.

“I know sayin all this isn’t going to bring them back, but just know they’re always in your heart and they loved you very much.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“No problem Kid. Just finish your ice cream and get to bed. I don’t want you late for school in the morning.”

His son nodded. Keigo stood from the island and ruffled the hair of his son before depositing his dirty spoon in the sink. Before he made it all the way to his bedroom a voice rang out behind him.

“I love you Dad.”

Keigo smiled softly. “Love you too Kid.”

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Disaster of the season Part 2 (Colin B. x Reader)

Disaster of the season Part 2 /Final Colin Birdgerton x Reader Warnings: none

Four times when you embarrass yourself in front of the ton and one time when Colin decides you are the one for him.

III.

Despite your promise to not show yourself again in this season, you find yourself at a Ball in a new, pastel-colored dress. After your last disaster, your mother had to console your sorrow for days to make you leave the bed, and in the end, they had to call over Eloise to chase you out of your room.

The only reason you come is Prince Friedrich. Of course, not because you want something from the young Prince, but because if he is here, no one will talk about you.

People look at your way as you walk in beside your parents, but they don’t give you more attention.

“You see?” Your mother asks you with a victorious smile. “I told you.”

“Great, mother,” you sigh at her childish behavior but can’t help and smile at her.

“Go and have fun.”

You gulp at the thought. Oh, yeah. Fun. Because you've had so much fun in this season already.

You grab a glass of juice to busy yourself with something while you walk around the ballroom.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Colin says your name to grab your attention from your thoughts.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you smile at the young man stopping in front of you.

“How are you?” He asks. “When I didn’t see you, I was worried you got sick.”

“I’m fine,” you reassure him. “I just needed a push to leave the house.”

“And the push was my sister, I assume?”

“Who else?”

“I’m glad she was successful. She is here somewhere with Penelope.”

“I will find them eventually,” you answer with a nod. You are sure you will hear the brown-haired girl's dissatisfaction soon enough.

“Would you like to join me for a walk until then?” Colin asks you, offering his arm.

“Thank you,” you smile at him gratefully, accepting his gesture.

The night goes uneventfully. You don’t fall out of the window or bleed out in front of everyone. It’s a success.

Until now.

You can see Cressida’s swoon from the front row. Everybody gasps worriedly around you as the young woman falls into the Prince’s arms. Soon you can hear Daphne’s voice behind you, then it happens. She giggles at the girl’s obviousness, and you can’t help but laugh too.

Loudly. Clearly.

You gasp at your own reaction, trying to hide your uncontrollable giggles, which burst out of you in waves. People start to glance at you, confused.

“Go out,” Daphne whispers to you, seeing your problem. She tries to suppress her own giggles with better success than you.

Colin grabs your arm gently, pulling you out of the crowd. Tears burn your eyes as you start to cry from laughter. You can feel Cressida’s burning glare at the nape of your neck when your eyes meet with the Prince’s before you get lost among the people with Colin on your heels.

The smaller room with huge paintings is empty and calm. The tons' chatting gets quiet as Colin shuts the door, and you let out the laugh you tried to hide from everybody.

He smiles at your uncontrollable cheerfulness, watching you laughing to your heart content.

“I can’t go anywhere with you,” he says jokingly when you start to calm down.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckle, pulling down your gloves to wipe off your tears and the ruined mascara.

“Wait, let me…” He steps in front of you without a second thought. His touch is warm on your heated skin as he makes sure you are presentable again.

He still has some boyish features despite his age.

“Thank you,” you smile at him, stepping back before somebody catches you.

“We should go back,” he says. “Go first, I’m sure Eloise has things to say.”

He looks after you as you smooth down your dress and adjust your hair. You still try to suppress your grin as you wave at him as a goodbye, disappearing behind the door. A small smile is constant on his face, looking around the empty room, watching but not really seeing the paintings on the dark painted walls.

A life with you would be adventurous and fun.

IV.

The weeks go by, and the ton slowly forgets your mistakes. Visitors come to your house with flowers and small presents to woo you with poetry and promises.

And you hate it.

Neither of them is the one you want. A few of them seem worthy and kind, while the others are just boring and too pompous. At the end of the day, your face hurts from the forced smiles, but your younger siblings enjoy immensely the chocolates and other sweets you get. Your father seems dissatisfied with your suitors, and he doesn’t waste time to let them know behind his usual polite demeanor.

“You will find the one, I’m sure of it,” he says to you comfortingly.

But that is the problem. You found him years ago.

With a sigh, you nod to reassure him, patting his hand on your knee.

Your jealousy for Daphne seems ridiculous now. Of course, for the ton, it's good that you have so many suitors, but for you, it just gets boring and tiring. The Bridgerton girl refused the Prince of Prussia to marry with the Duke while you sit in the drawing-room for days with men who don’t interest you in the slightest.

You get out of the carriage with your mother behind you in front of the Bridgertons’ imposing house. The wisterias bloom above the freshly cleaned windows, and bees buzz around from flowers to flowers as you walk to the entrance. The butler greets you with a polite smile and escorts you to the drawing-room where the Bridgerton women are already occupied with Lady Danbury.

They welcome you with joy as your mother joins them for a cup of tea while Eloise pulls you over to the loveseat to tell you everything about Lady Whistledown. The young girl seems enthusiastic and too obsessed with the mysterious woman. You smile and listen to her words with nods and hums as you steal a small piece of chocolate from the box on her lap.

"I still can't believe that you accused Mrs. Wilson,” you laugh, and Eloise hits your arm as an answer, but before she can continue with her theories, Colin and Anthony appear in the room with a respectful bow to their mother’s company and cheeky smiles to your way.

“Lady Whistledown?” Anthony asks with a tired sigh, sitting down on the sofa next to his sister.

“Who else?” Colin answers before you, sitting down next to you with a cookie in his mouth. His eyes shine as your gazes meet for a moment while Eloise begins her monologue about women and their derogatory role in society.

“But you will debut in the next season, won't you?” You ask her.

“If it’s up to me, then no,” she answers stubbornly.

“If it comforts you, I will be there too,” you sigh tiredly, leaning back on the backrest. You grab the pillow behind you to hug it on your lap.

“You don’t have suitors?” Colin asks, surprised, turning to you more in his seat.

“I have,” you reply. “They are just…” you grimace with a shrug instead of ending the sentence.

“They are not worthy enough?” Anthony asks, knowing the feeling. After Daphne, he knows the feeling well enough.

“You can say that,” you nod.

“I’m sure you will find somebody,” he reassures you with a gentle smile.

What you don’t see is the cheeky smile he sends to his little brother’s way. The boy’s face gets hot from his brother’s unwanted attention.

“Come on, my daughter,” your mother says out of the blue. “We still have to see the modiste.”

“Have fun,” Eloise says, and you hit her arm softly for her mockery.

What you don't notice is the little teacup between her fingers that falls out of her hand because of your playful slap. Eloise gasps, trying to grab the porcelain, but it's too late. The pleasantly warm tea pours onto your thigh, soaking your dress.

Colin looks at the ruined dress, then up to your mortified expression. His chest starts to hurt seeing your series of bad luck. You really need somebody who can protect you before a piano falls on you from nowhere.

“Poor girl,” Lady Danbury sighs, seeing the tea-stained dress. “It’s definitely not your season.”

The dress you choose for the ball is light-colored with darker lace decorations. The white gloves on your arms are long enough to reach your elbows, and your hair tied up in curly locks with a silky ribbon.

You suppress the disappointment because of the season and your misfortune with love so you can enjoy the last ball of the season. You didn’t see Daphne since the Cressida swooning fiasco, and you hope you can have a few words with her before they go back to Clyvedon.

The garden they decorated for the ball is elegant and flowery. Large chandeliers hang over the dancefloor, and the painting about the married couple attracts the eyes of the guests.

You stand at the edge of the black and white floor, watching the dancing couples. The music is loud but pleasant, and the chats around you mix with the songs. Your gaze wanders to Daphne, and despite that, she is beautiful as always something seems off with her. The young girl’s face is almost sad as she looks over at her husband.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Colin greets you with a small smile and a bow. “Can I have this dance?” He asks, offering his hand to you.

“It would be my pleasure,” you answer, accepting his proposal.

He leads you to the dancefloor when the orchestra starts to play a new song. His touch is warm on your waist, and his grip is gentle on your hand as you begin to move with him.

“How are you?” He asks you quietly.

“Well, I didn’t do anything horrible yet,” you reply and smile at him when he starts to laugh.

“Then I guess I have to look out for you,” he hums.

“I think I’m too helpless for that,” you sigh, playing with him.

The few minutes you spend in Colin’s arms are amazing. You even forget every disastrous thing that happened to you during the season. Of course, you didn’t find the love you wanted, but you still have time.

“Oh, god,” Colin says suddenly, looking up at the gloomy sky.

Raindrops fall on your shoulder, soaking your hair and dress. You follow the Bridgerton boy’s eyes up to the clouds until you feel him pull you out of the rain. You let him lead you, trying to step over a fresh puddle on the polished floor.

Without success.

The floor slips out under your legs, but your hands are still in Colin’s grip. A small shriek leaves your mouth as you fall on your knees, yanking the boy with you to the floor. He falls on his bottom with a grunt, and you can’t help yourself but laugh at his surprised face. He looks over at you, standing up in his wet clothes to help you up.

Your dress is darker than before, and your wet locks are stuck to your temple and neck.

“I can’t believe this,” he says when you are protected from the rain.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Daphne laughing on the dance floor with Simon not far from her, but your focus is on the man in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say to him. Your voice is joyful and remorseful at the same time.

Colin stares at you for what feels like long minutes. His face seems content and happy, and you can’t look away despite everyone else watches Daphne and Simon.

“Marry me,” he says after a while. He is so quiet you barely hear his words, and when you do, you can’t believe your ears.

“What?” You gasp.

“I want you to be my wife,” he says more loudly. “I can make you happy and… safe,” His last word is cheeky, but he is still serious as he searches your face for an answer. “I know you for years, and I know our life would be everything but boring and unhappy.”

He watches your soaked form, your smeared mascara, and your messy hair, and his chest tightens. Or just his feelings get bigger. He can’t decide. The only thing he knows is the desire in him to be with you all the time.

“So what do you say? Will you marry me?” He urges you for an answer breathlessly.

“Yes. A million times, yes.”

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