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runpogorun · 3 years

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Gravity

To fill my Marvel Fluff Bingo square, Astronomer AU. No warnings apply, rated G, Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson, 2759 words. Read it here or over on AO3.

Matt makes his way slowly into the room. The first thing he finds is the couch in the middle, presumably facing the TV, so Matt circles it slowly, his cane tapping lightly between the heavy thud of upholstery on his left and the hollow chink of wooden skirting board. The cane makes a higher tink as it collides with a metal structure and Matt reaches out with his hand, searching, and confirms a metal cabinet. He continues sweeping his cane across the hardwood floor, wary of any rugs, as his hands skate the surface of the cabinet finding photo frames, three clustered plant pots. He sends some loose sheets of paper skating off the surface and freezes, trying to track their direction of flight.

“Don’t worry about it!” Foggy calls from the kitchen. “I’ll get them.”

Matt turns his head over his shoulder, towards Foggy, and grins sheepishly. “Sorry. Comes with the territory.”

Foggy tsks quietly. “It’s not a problem. They’re just bills. You said whisky, right?”

Matt nods, “Yes, thanks,” and resumes his exploration. There’s an open doorway just past the cabinet, and Matt pauses, head tilted. “This the bathroom?”

“Yup.”

Matt moves his cane again, and it twangs in his hand with another metal vibration. But this doesn’t feel as heavy as the cabinet. He frowns, and reaches forward as he hears Foggy come up behind him.

“Oh, that’s a little more fragile, but feel free to… feel away.”

Intriguing. Matt stretches through space and finds smooth, painted metal with his fingertips. The metal is curved into a tube, and as his fingers move along it they find an encircling ridge. The object gives under his touch, and he finds the pivot point, the tripod suspending it. He tucks his cane under his arm and takes a step forward, using both hands to get a better idea of its dimensions.

Matt turns his head back in Foggy’s direction. “Is a telescope actually useful in New York City?”

Foggy makes a considering noise. “It’s alright. Not as good as, say, the Socorro Desert. But I can still see things.”

“Does your apartment have roof access?”

“Not the apartment itself, but the super lets me use the service stairs.

“Nice.”

“Yeah.”

Matt files that away, drops his hands and turns towards Foggy. “Shall we sit?”

“Sure.” Foggy moves towards the couch. “Did you find the couch? It’s over here.” He pats the cushion with an open palm, a firm thump of orienting sound.

Matt smiles at him. “Yes, thanks.” There’s a coffee table as well that Foggy forgot to mention, but he expected that. He folds up his cane and drops it on the coffee table and sits down next to Foggy before accepting his drink. “So, what sort of things do you like to look at? You’re not a creeper, are you?” He takes a sip, revelling as always in the first burn.

Foggy laughs loudly at that. “No. I’m an astronomer.”

Matt tilts his head. “You said you were a teacher.”

“I am. I teach Observational Astronomy and Cosmology at NYU.”

Matt laughs. “And here I was, thinking you were a dance teacher.” Foggy had held the class in his palm, everyone drawn to him, like he had the strongest gravitational pull in the room. It had only taken three classes for Matt to succumb, and accept an invitation for a drink.

“That’s just a hobby. I like to boogie. And it’s a good way to meet people,” Foggy says, nudging Matt with his elbow.

Matt raises his glass, and Foggy clinks them together. “Slainte. So, do you do this often?” He takes a sip.

“Meet people?”

“Bring strange men back to your apartment.”

Foggy laughs at that. “Strangers are friends we haven’t yet met. But, honestly? No. I don’t.”

Matt considers that. He, in contrast, does do this often, but usually only once or twice with the same person. Matt’s a comet, shooting in and out, plenty of noise and fuss but little substance.

“How about you,” Foggy asks.

“Me?” Matt mentally scans through all the men and women he’s dated in recent history. This may not be the moment to share that information.

“How do you make your crust?”

“Oh.” Matt leans back against the couch cushions and stretches an arm along the seat back, towards Foggy. “I’m a lawyer,” he says, mouth quirking in a slight smile, and waits for the inevitable praise. People are always impressed.

“Oh cool. I nearly did Law,” Foggy says. People often say this - it’s one of those throwaway lines. But then he adds, “I was aiming for Columbia but then… I took an intro to Astronomy class over the summer after high school and I sort of… fell into the stars.”

Matt tilts his head. “Tell me about it.”

Foggy hums, consideringly. “I’d always been interested, you know?” he says. “But I hadn’t really thought that it could be my job. I thought it would be fun to take the class, that it would be interesting. So I did.”

“Always a solid choice, choosing the interesting.”

“It was residential, close to an observatory. One morning we got up in the middle of the night, and towards dawn I saw the Orion Nebula. It’s near Orion’s Belt. And it was so beautiful, and unknown. I wanted more. I couldn’t stop thinking of what else must be out there.

“I mean, we do know a lot now, especially when a probe like Juno fires back information, but also a lot of it we can’t exactly know. No one knows what it’s like to stand on the surface of Eros, not really. Or what the Helix Nebula looks like from the inside. We can model it, sure, but we can’t know. I was hungry to find out what I could. I was hooked.” Foggy stops, abruptly, and Matt can hear him sip his drink.

Matt is struck by the emotion in Foggy’s voice, growing with every word. “That’s a great story,” he says. “Not everyone finds their passion, or follows it.

Foggy takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “Yeah. You know, I don’t usually tell people all that, right out of the blocks.”

“I guess I should feel honoured,” Matt says.

“You should, my friend,” Foggy says, the humour back in his voice.

Matt angles his head towards the telescope in the corner. “And that. Do you use it often?”

“Uh yeah, I do, actually.” Matt can hear Foggy shifting against the cushions, like he’s embarrassed again, caught out. “I mean, it’s no match for the Keck telescopes, but it still lets me look. I like looking.”

“Why don’t you show me?” Matt suggests. “I mean, if it’s a good night for it.”

Foggy holds his breath for a moment, then lets out a puff of laughter. “Sure. Why not.”

It takes a minute to get sorted. Matt snaps out his cane, stashes the whisky bottle under his free arm and holds the glasses in that hand. Foggy is gentle, almost reverent, with the telescope as he folds up the tripod. They head out the apartment door, Foggy and telescope leading, Matt and whisky following, and up the stairwell to the roof.

The summer air is still warm, but cooler than the oppressive heat of the day. “Over here,” Foggy says. There’s a table and a couple of chairs set up to one side, and Matt settles down to listen as Foggy fusses over the equipment.

“You do do this often.”

“Mmm. It’s nice up here. Quiet.”

Matt listens to the sound of cars rushing in the street below. It’s muffled, sure, and you can’t ever escape cars in New York City. But Foggy’s right. It is peaceful.

“What do you see?”

“There’s still some light in the sky from the sun, but Mars is close and bright. And Venus. Not that I need the telescope for them.”

“You don’t?”

“Not to find them. They’re just like bright stars. But it’s not really dark enough yet. I’ll wait a bit.” The other chair creaks as Foggy sinks into it. “Tell me about your law practice, Matt. Are you a corporate hotshot?”

“Not so much.” Matt shrugs. “It’s just me and my partner Kirsten, and our paralegal Karen. I mostly do what Kirsten says.”

“Partner?”

“Business partner,” Matt says, smiling at Foggy. “Best friend from law school.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“Small stuff, mostly. Tenancy disputes, work visas, that kind of thing. Most of our clients come from here in the Kitchen.”

“Sticking up for the little guy!” Foggy cries. “Show me some skin.” Matt holds up his palm and Foggy high fives him. “That’s what I wanted to do.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Well, like I said, it was the stars. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d learned in that in astronomy class. And I’m good at Math, so that helps. I ended up switching from Philosophy to Physics before the year started. And then I went on to get my doctorate at UC Davis. My parents were devastated when they realised I wasn’t going to drive a Bentley” he says, laughing.

Matt laughs with him. “Academia isn’t really a way to make money, is it?”

“It’s really, really not. Not like law. Mom wanted me to be a butcher but that was never going to happen, so at least I could have done something which would have made me rich. Such a disappointment.”

Matt laughs at that. “You sound like me. I’ll never be rich.”

“Your family counting on you for the bucks, too?”

Matt sobers. “Uh, not exactly.” He needs to get off this topic, now. “How far into the galaxy do you usually look?”

“The radiotelescope guys look right back in time, as far as we can look. But I kind of like our neighbourhood - our solar system. Each planet in our solar system is a whole world. Well, obviously they literally are worlds. They’re suspended, hanging in the enormous void of space. They look so serene, from Earth, as they hurtle through the endless blackness, but they’re dynamic and complex. Did you know that the Great Red Spot on Jupiter is so large that two Earths could fit side by side inside it? It’s an enormous storm that’s been raging for at least 150 years, probably much longer.”

Matt shakes his head. “I don’t know much about any of it.”

“We’re all so far from each other, and together at the same time. Once you leave our solar system it’s 25 trillion miles to the next one.”

“The next galaxy?”

“The next solar system. Our galaxy is fifty-two thousand light years across.”

Matt shakes his head. It’s too big a number to make sense.

“We’re bound by gravity to the rest of our solar system. There are so many stars and planets out beyond the Kuiper Belt,” Foggy continues, “And we’ll never be able to reach them. We can’t even see most of what we know is out there, we just have to make an educated guess at it, work it out from the clues.”

Matt half-smiles to himself, and takes a sip of his drink. “Seeing and knowing are two different things.”

“Uh, yeah, of course, I didn’t mean to--”

Matt cuts him off with the wave of his hand. “So you took the class, and fell in love with astronomy?”

“Oh no, that happened much earlier. Growing up in the city I never saw that many stars, you know? When I was eleven I went away on summer camp to this place upstate. We stayed in these little cabins in the woods by a lake, just outside a small town. It was weird - so quiet, but sometimes you’d hear a wild animal. And at night, the stars! I didn’t know the sky could be like that. Like grains of sand scattered across a velvet blanket. I’d sneak out in the middle of the night when the sky was truly dark, and the entire sky was covered with stars. The trees were only visible as the places where the stars weren’t.

“I discovered later that Aboriginal people in Australia, who live in the desert where obviously it’s really dark and the sky is very clear, have constellations that are the darker areas between the stars. The reverse of us who live with more light pollution. All people look up at the stars. We all wonder.”

Foggy suddenly sounds like he’s come back to himself, remembered where he was. “I’m sorry, I’m doing all the talking and this is probably really boring.”

“No,” Matt says quietly. “It’s not. I’ve never heard a description like this before. I-” He cuts himself off, unsure how to carry on without making himself sound wistful, and smiles. “I like it. I like listening to your voice.”

Foggy makes a quiet, pleased sound. “That’s a great line. I feel like I should be saying things with gravitas, or beautiful things. She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars,” he quotes.

“Now that’s pretty,” Matt says.

“It’s Neil Gaiman. And he’s right, about the stars and planets dancing, caught in each other’s gravity.”

Matt smiles. “So then, tell me,” he prompts, gesturing upwards. “What’s there to see tonight? You said Venus?”

“Let’s see.” Foggy stands and goes again to the telescope. Matt hears the quiet scrape of metal as Foggy adjusts the focus. “There’s Jupiter. It’s high and bright right now. And Venus and Mars.”

Foggy’s quiet, and Matt considers how far away his focus is. It’s hard for Matt to have a clear impression of anything beyond the reach of his hands - when he’s not touching something it could be anywhere, just out of reach or miles away. But Foggy looks at planets thousands of miles away, places he can never touch but he knows.

“Sometimes it’s better not to use the telescope at all,” Foggy says. “The Leonids meteor shower is going to arrive in a couple of months, and that’s better observed with the naked eye.”

“What are meteor showers like?”

“Fireworks. Bright, white hot stripes painting the sky. Streaking across the heavens.”

“But no boom.” Matt places his empty glass on the small table next to the bottle, and his glasses alongside.

“Good point! And several nights in a row. I’m looking forward to it.” Foggy sounds like he’s turned back to the telescope.

Matt stands, the whisky now making him loose-limbed and easy, and walks slowly towards Foggy. His hand is slightly extended, reaching for the tune Foggy’s humming under his breath - it’s Drops of Jupiter. He clears his throat. “And what do you see, closer to home?” His voice is low and husky.

Foggy jumps and turns and his arm bumps Matt’s hand. “Oh! Um. Well.” Matt hears him take a quick breath, as Matt brings his hand to rest on Foggy’s shoulder. “I can see at least one beautiful thing.”

“That’s very cheesy,” Matt says, sliding his hand up to Foggy’s neck, then further to cup his cheek. He fans his thumb across to Foggy’s mouth, finding a goatee, and feels Foggy lean in to match him. “But I like it,” he breathes.

Foggy makes a small noise of pleasure for the brief moment that his warm, soft lips are pressed against Matt’s own. Matt brings his other hand to Foggy’s face, sliding both hands back and finding that Foggy’s hair is pulled back into a low pony.

“I didn’t think long hair would be allowed, Professor?” Matt asks.

Foggy huffs a laugh. “It’s Doctor to you, and anything goes these days.” He rests his forehead against Matt’s. “I like you,” he says, breathless.

“Really,” Matt says, one eyebrow lifted.

“I promise I’m usually better at… Words. And things.”

“What sort of things.”

“Oh, I can totally show you. But I feel obligated at this point to tell you that my super has a CCTV camera on this rooftop, and he is probably watching us right now because that’s the kind of guy he is. So, maybe we could take this back downstairs? If I’ve wooed you enough with the stars.”

“I could stand to hear more,” Matt says. “But yes, let’s go inside, and continue the story there.” And Matt follows Foggy again, drawn along by his gravity. He wonders what happens to a comet that gets caught in a gravitational field it can’t escape, wonders if he’s going to find out.

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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Immured III

Author’s Note: Hi again!!! Alrighty now, this part is smutty af but also intense. There are triggers in the tags. And I’ll throw a warning on there as well! Taglist is open and requests are too!! But just know I am slow and I will get to them in a little while. I hope you enjoy the read!!! Happy Saturday loves!!

Warnings: kidnapping, slavery, smut. NONCON. Death.

Pairing: Reader X Ubbe, Reader x Hvitserk, Reader X Ubbe

Catch up here!!

Training with Ivar was brutal, but after his sessions with you at least he left you alone. He didn't come back to play with his food. He fucked you and carried on. Hvitserk hung around, checking in on you constantly. Each morning after Ivar taught you how to swallow without gagging or showed you how control an orgasm Hvitserk brought you books. He brought you food besides dry chicken and bread. He talked to you like he hadn't been your kidnapper.

There was a part of you that was thoroughly intrigued at his attentions but there was an incessant part that wanted him to stay away. Ivar's thick fingers had the lips of your pussy spread, showing the glistening pink and he looked predatory, he didn't have another look. You were sure. He spit and swiped the moisture over your already wet pussy before his cock pushed inside of you and his hands clamped down on your throat. "You take this dick well, Y/N."

You moaned, eluding him that you were close so that he would speed up and you could get back to your room of books. His hands tighten around your neck and you feel his cock grow rigid before the warm cum fills the inside of you and slowly runs down the round globe of your ass.

"You didn't even cum this time," He panted. He was offended but you were confused. He didn't want you to cum it was what all the fucking torture was about for the past month.

You breathe heavily standing up from bed with your eyes locked on the gray concrete floor of the fuck room. "You told me not to." your voice was small but inside you had called him one hundred names and cursed him to the burning pits of hell.

"Good." He buckles his pants and pushes the thick brown hair from his face before pulling your chin up and making you stare into his eyes. Ivar was weird. He wanted that human interaction but any time you reciprocated he'd damn near fuck you until you cried. "Downstairs."

Your favorite word. You hit the stairwell nearly bouncing to your room. The session had been earlier than normal, more time to yourself. The heavy door closed behind you and you picked up the latest book and curled underneath red wool cover. Ivar had worn you out so three pages in your eyes shut and you drifted off into a slumber.

Your dreams had become vivid. You could feel the soft pink lips sucking at your clit and your legs shake with anticipation as the climax took over your body. Then. Your eyes snap open. This wasn't a wet dream. Your body was shaking in unsolicited pleasure. The light brown head full of hair below you came as a pleasant surprise his tongue flicked over your clit before diving back into you. The groans emerging from him did more for you than expected. He was hungry for you. Taken by the way you tasted on the tip of his tongue, intrigued by the way your hands pulled on his hair as he made you scream with pleasure. Your eyes fluttered, legs flinched as the experience overtook you.

"Hvitserk." You yelped. Your legs instinctively pushed you up the bed but like a snake he slid with you not coming up for air. His tongue lapped up more you and sucked again. Your clit pulsed as the orgasm hit you and could feel then he rose up. The wicked grin on his face surfaced and he pushed your legs flush against the itchy wool. His hands slapped down on the slopes of your thighs and then he stroked himself from hilt to tip. Your eyes were hooked on the tip of his cock as his fingers swiped the precum down and his veined cock grew somehow bigger.

"You missed me?"

You bite your lip and catch yourself enticed by his lust. The fuck was happening with you? Hvitserk's innocently vile grin surfaced and with one forced push his cock was deep inside of you. Your walls excitedly gripped around him and he started to fuck you. Each stroke was intentional, he'd push so deep inside you, it felt as if your body was ready to explode, shatter with pleasure and then he'd pullout. He tapped the girth of his cock on your clit and your body still jolted with pleasure. Then he'd fuck you again. Chest to chest deeper than anyone had ever been. Your head knocked against the wall but the tempo of his stroke made you not give a fuck. You pushed your hand above your head winding your hips to match his tempo.

Hvitserk's hands were exploring, a twist of the nipples and then a slap with so much force it nearly triggered you to cum but your body revolted, shaking against him anxiously. "You want to cum on my dick?" He whispered. His lips kissed the line of your shoulder and then his tongue licked, tasting you before he slammed back into you. "Hmmm?"

Yes. You couldn't answer. You wouldn't actually.

"Cum on my dick Y/N." He growled and his hips began to move with haste as he fucked into you and all the control you had eluded yourself into having rescinded. Your body tensed as it was overwhelmed and then like a rubber band snapping you came. Immediately surged with pleasure and yelps flow from you like a fucking ballad. Hvitserk's groans intensified and his fingertips dug into your flesh until he finished inside of you, his body was rigid against yours as you overflowed with him and Ivar.

He pulled out of you sitting up on the bed. "Want to shower?" His voice was light as if you two were lovers rather than captor and prisoner.

"Please." you said flushed.

"Come on." He helped you stand on your weak legs and lead you down the hall. And then you could hear it, the birds chirping and the smell of fresh air. You didn't even realize how much you missed it until it hit.

It's amazing what adrenaline does. One minute you were near limp from being overfucked and overwhelmed and the next you had sprinted up the concrete steps skipping two each hop and you bolted out the door. Before you was nothing but vast land. The forest and a driveway that never seemed too end. You could hear Hvitserk behind you but he was nowhere near you. The plush grass felt like heaven beneath your feet but you had no time to think about that. You had to go. You had to get the fuck out of there.

You sprinted towards the woods, dressed in only your panties and bra the foliage beneath your feet had started to hurt. The sticks cracked, leaves rustled but you never looked back. You dipped under the branches as the huge compound faded behind you. If you could make it to the main highway, to cop you would never look back, never even think about them again.

You had no sense of time as you ran through the woods but the fading hue of the sun over the trees had helped you a little. You stopped for your breath, climbing trees and resting on a heavy branch cupping your hand over your mouth because it was someone on the woods beside you. Though they said nothing you could hear the subtle differences in the way they shuffled their feet over the forest floor.

You'd found your tree, peering down. The sounds of the night had taken over. The hoot of the owls and orchestra of the crickets used to annoy you, but you found your comfort tonight, listening to them remembering nights at home when they'd been the cause of your unrest. They weren't anymore.

The footsteps had stopped and when you closed your eyes you could hear what you were praying for all this time, civilization. The sound of tires on asphalt and the whoosh of the cars passing by. You were near the road. If you could make it to a car, anyone to help you were home free.

You climb down quietly being sure to make yourself light as you hit the ground. It wasn't like the movies, there was not a hint of light other than the moonlight and unlike the dramatics portrayed you could not see anything. You used your hands to guide you and within ten minutes you could see the lights of the road. You were free. The gravel below your feet was an indicator of it. You leaped into the road, your heart thudded. Stay on the road, move quick. You smiled tasting the glimpse of freedom.

"You never listen do you." The voice behind you was distant but not by much.

You turned and it was neither Ivar or Hvitserk. It was Ubbe. His blue eyes glowed eerily as the moonlight met them. You didn't turn back around you just ran on the smooth asphalt hoping anyone, someone would get you.

"Help!" You tried to scream. You waved your arms as the car approached. "Help!!!!!" You screeched and the car halted in front of you. The driver's eyes wide and alarmed. He leaped from the car.

"Are you okay?"

You grabbed the handle of his passenger door tugging but it was locked. "Get me out of hear!!" You cried. "Please! Just drive! Drive!"

The man was confused. "Is someone after you? Are you okay ma'am!"

"Do I look okay?" You cried. You ran around to him. "Drive and I will tell everything… please. Please!"

Finally he saw the horror in your eyes and he turned back to the car. "thank you." The tears streamed. "Thank you."

He opened the back door for you and you shook your head walking to the front. He unlocked it, understandingly and turned to get in the driver's seat. "Is that the guy?" He asked as Ubbe walked from the woods.

"Drive!"

"You fucking punk! You like to beat on women?" And then the muted sound of the gun shot occurred and the blood spattered as the man fell limp onto the windshield of the car. He gurgled as the blood spewed from him.

You watch Ubbe get closer. He was here to kill. You hopped in the car closing the door, clicking the lock button and you were relieved it was still running. You slide into the driver's seat and hit the gas and the car bolt forward. The man's body thuds to the floor and then the car slows. Instinctively you reach for the keys and you realize it has no keys. It has no keys! Ubbe gains momentum walking towards you dangling the small remote to the car.

"Don't you make me run again, or I swear to the gods I will just fuck your corpse." He yelled and then laughed. He reached the window and tapped. "Open up, I'd rather not walk. I need to save this energy." His eyes were wild. He did live for this.

You shake your head at him. "Just leave me alone!"

"I'm going to count to ten and then I will drag you from this car." Ubbe smirked. "And trust me the thought of seeing you bleed against the asphalt only makes me want to break this glass and show you why we don't run."

You block him out, shaking your head and then it happens. The handle of the gun shatters the glass Ubbe is in the car, pushing you to the passenger's seat. The car starts and the shards of the glass cut into your skin.

"What are you going to do to me?" You whispered.

"I'm going to fuck you into submission and if that doesn't work… kill you." He sighed. "Either way you're going to bleed."

#ivar the boneless #ivar #ubbe #ubbe x reader #ivar x reder #hvitserk #hvitserk x reader #vikings #laketa j writes #laketaj24 #tw: violence #tw: abuse #TW:Rape #tw: noncon #TW: Dubious Consent #tw: dubcon #tw: slavery #tw: death #vikings fanfiction

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shoujocentral · 5 years

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Symphogear S1- Now this is MY kind of anime!

Every once and awhile when I'd log onto Twitter, I'd see people saying "watch Symphogear" accompanied by images from the show. From looking at the pictures, I assumed it was just another magical girl show like Precure but with less magic and more... techno. Oh, and apparently they sing while they fight? Sounds kinda dumb...

Buuuut... I have heard that there's some yuri content? Maybe I'll give it a try. I mean, I'm always open to watching new stuff, even if it's just a silly little kid's show 😅

😳

Well........ color me hooked.

I have to say, this show is not at all what I was expecting in the best possible way. It feels a lot more like a Shounen action show along the lines of Fullmetal Alchemist or Neon Genesis Evangelion than a Magical Girl show (if that's even what it's supposed to be). Today, I'm going to be giving my first impressions of Senki Zesshou Symphogear season 1, which will be spoiler free for anyone who hasn't seen it yet.

Plot:

So what is Senki Zesshou Symphogear about?

In the not too distant future (next Sunday A.D.), Japan is under attack by monsters known as Noises, the likes of which cannot be killed by military weapons. The only thing that can kill them are girls clad in weaponized armor known as Gears, which is activated and powered by singing catchy techno-pop music.

One day, a girl named Hibiki Tachibana is caught in the middle of a battle, and one of the Gear users, Kanade Amou, sacrifices herself to save her. Two years later, Hibiki discovers that a piece of Kanade's Gear was embedded in her chest during the fight, giving her access to the Gear's powers. Hibiki is recruited by the Disaster Relief Squadron, the organization that created the Gears, to help defend Japan from the Noises.

However, Kanade's former girlfriend partner, Tsubasa Kazanari, sees Hibiki as nothing more than an obnoxious, naive girl trying to be Kanade's replacement. Will the two learn to work together, defeat the Noises, and possibly uncover a deeper plot to all the attacks?

Symphogear's plot might not be the most original thing ever; evil monsters attack, teenage girls transform into superpowered warriors to fight them, evil mastermind tries to take over the world, etc. But what makes this story stand out is it's unique approach to the fights. Having the Gears be powered by music, resulting in every fight being accompanied by a song, is either a genius way to amplify the fights, or a genius way for the producers to sell a techno soundtrack.

I was worried that the constant use of insert songs would become repetitive and annoying, but on the contrary, they heightened my enjoyment! The fights in Symphogear are easily my favorite part of the show: fast-paced, badass powers, lots of screaming, and downright brutal at times! Hibiki has officially joined the ranks of my all-time favorite battle cries, right up there with Goku from DBZ and Souma from Kannazuki no Miko.

If there was one thing I had to nitpick, it would be that most of the fights take away the credibility of the Noises. They're supposed to be this terrifying threat to Japan that can't be harmed by the military, but as soon as the Gear wielders show up, they're reduced to nothing more than cannon fodder as Hibiki and her comrades seem to waltz through them without breaking a sweat.

Thankfully, the versus matches between Gear wielders are much more balanced. My favorite has to be Hibiki vs Chris (see above), but then again, any fight with Chris is an absolute win!

Characters:

Hibiki Tachibana

Hibiki is your typical genki girl protagonist: optimistic, hyperactive, naive, and pure. What makes her a more compelling hero, however, is her slow growth into becoming a strong Gear wielder. Unlike most magical girl protagonists, who seem to master their powers after one line of "EH?! What just happened to me?!", Hibiki takes time to learn how to fight. She starts out with the mindset that she has to be Kanade's replacement and thus tries to fight just like her. However, she eventually comes to invent her own battle tactics that work much more in her favor. Mainly, punching the everloving shit out of everything in sight.

Hibiki is, in my opinion, a flat character done right. She doesn't go through any personal growth or development throughout the show (learning to fight doesn't count), but her belief that all humans can get along if they communicate and desire to protect people just because she wants to is the cause for most of the change in the people around her. The world is in a dark place, and Hibiki is the light. She doesn't need to change, because she's exactly what the world needs.

Tsubasa Kazanari

From what I've learned, Tsubasa is a favorite amongst Symphogear fans. Me personally, though, I have a few issues with her character. Now, I have nothing against brooding, damaged characters. In fact, Tsubasa's recovery from Kanade's death and learning to cherish her own life was incredibly engaging... for the most part. Sorry, but I can only take so much edge. Her constant repitition of "I am a sword, I exist only to fight" grew old after the first 10 or so times.

Also, while I love her overall development, I feel that her acceptance of Hibiki was a little rushed. For the first four episodes, she hates Hibiki for carrying Kanade's Gear to the point where she tries to fight her to the death. Then, after another fight sends her into a coma, she has a (extremely gay) hallucination of Kanade telling her to get over herself. Next episode, she's treating Hibiki as if they've been friends the whole time. Did I miss something? Did Hibiki even apologize for saying she wanted to replace Kanade? Did Tsubasa apologize for trying to shishkabob her?!

Development aside, her fighting style is awesome and unique, and leads to the best choreography in the show. Hopefully as I watch more seasons, my opinion of her will improve.

Chris Yukine

Best Girl. No questions. Anyone who disagrees is wrong. Deal with it.

Jokes aside, Chris is my favorite character of the show bar none. Maybe I just have a weakness for evil-turned-good characters, but I adored her "don't take no shit from nobody" attitude and her soft side emerging as the show progressed. And let me tell you, Tsubasa would have no right to brood if she knew what Chris went through as a child. I won't give anything away, but just a few brief images and harsh words were enough get the picture across and tug at my heartstrings.

She also had my favorite Gear and fighting style in the show. If there's one thing that always gets my blood pumping, it's gatling guns and an endless supply of missiles. Seriously, I could watch this girl fight for hours.

Kanade Amou

A moment of silence, ladies and gentlemen.

......

Kanade would be my favorite character if we had gotten more of her. But alas, she has to die in the very first episode. DAMN YOU, PLOT!!!

Even though we get very little of Kanade, she makes it her mission to leave a lasting impression. Her sacrifice at the beginning sets the tone for the rest of the show, and her flashback is the best of the bunch. I got hard chills when she transformed for the first time. Let's just say she's psychotic in all the right ways.

Kanade died for our sins. Remember that... 🙏

Finé

Our main villain of the show. That's it. There's really nothing much else to her. She's cruel, manipulative, and powerful beyond belief, as most big bosses of these kinds of shows are. She was honestly my least favorite part of the show.

Fine's motivation is incredibly confusing on first watch. I had to go back to pause and read the subtitles multiple times to understand her backstory, but maybe that's my fault for being a slow reader. On the other hand, the explanation as to who she is and why she's so powerful comes right out of nowhere and doesn't seem to connect to anything the story had been building up to that point. Also, by the time I understood her motivation and actually found it a little intriguing, she dropped the dreaded "I'm going to take over the world" line. Aaaaand.... all my interest just went out the window.

There is a twist involving her connection to a certain other character in the show that I genuinely didn't see coming, but in the end, it wasn't nearly enough to make up for her shortcomings.

Miku Kohinata

God bless this little angel. Miku is a precious cinnamon roll who must be protected at all costs. Thankfully, Hibiki's got it covered 👍

Words cannot express how much I love this girl. She may be only a supporting role for the time being, but good lord, does she support! It always broke my heart whenever she tried to spend time with Hibiki or talk to her, but the Disaster Relief Squad kept pulling them apart. I know DRS is classified, but Miku deserves better than to have secrets kept from her! Life sucks when your girlfriend best friend is a superhero...

Well, that was a mouthful. There's a lot more characters in this show, but I don't really have much to say about them. However, while we're on the subject of Miku, let's move on to the reason I checked this show out in the first place, and the reason I'm sure most of you read my stuff.

Yuri:

No sooner did I finish this show did I start looking up HibiMiku fanart 😍

I was expecting a fair dosage of yuribait going into Symphogear, but mother of all that is gay, did I get an overdose!

First and foremost, the main ship: HibiMiku. These two are dating. Nothing anyone says will change my mind. They compliment each other perfectly, with Hibiki's energy and Miku's sweetness... HHNNNGGH! IT'S TOO PRECIOUS! I sincerely hope these two get more time together in the next few seasons. Now if only they'd stop with the damn F word...... 😡

Next up, TsubaKana. This one seems more like it was one-sided feelings on Tsubasa's part, judging by how dedicated Kanade was to fighting the Noise. Regardless, you don't just lose all sense of your humanity and self-worth after your "partner" dies. And all that hardcore blushing in the flashbacks and naked cuddling dream sequences... nah, Tsubasa was hella hot for Kanade. Sadly, our lord and savior was taken from Ms. Brooding too soon.

Finally, there's Ryoko Sakurai, the DRS's head scientist. She was initially hinted to be gay, what with her being all too eager to have Hibiki undress and wanting to "pop her cherry" (yes, an adult said that to a 15 year-old). However, after a certain conversation occurred, it seemed more like she was straight or at least bisexual, if all that dirty talk wasn't just teasing.

I've heard future seasons introduce more potential couples, so I'm keeping my eyes open and my yuri goggles on tight 😋

Conclusion:

I enjoyed the first season of Senki Zesshou Symphogear through and through. As someone who enjoyed Akanesasu Shoujo and Magical Girl Spec-Ops Asuka, I have a soft spot for shows about badass girls kicking monster ass and unleashing their inner yuri. Overall though, I think Symphogear might be my favorite of the bunch so far. It has its fair share of flaws, sure, but I think its positives outweigh the negatives by a long shot. If I got this much enjoyment out of the first season, I cannot wait to see what the following seasons have to offer!

Symphogear delivers a fun, action-packed story with colorful characters, kickass fight scenes, head-banging music and plenty of yuri content. Anyone who loves Magical Girls or Shounen battle shows needs to check it out!

Rating: 8/10

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go binge Symphogear G. See you next time, my fellow yuri lovers!

#symphogear #senki zesshou symphogear #yuri #shoujo ai #yuri anime #hibiki tachibana #miku kohinata #tsubasa kazanari #kanade amou #chris yukine #hibiki x miku #hibimiku #tsubasa x kanade #tsubakana

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TOP 25 FICS OF 2017

1. A Somaal Universe by @kaikamahine | Steven Universe | 7.5k

Connie flips over the next card. “'Most likely to -’” She reads out loud, and then dissolves into laughter and has to start over, propping the card up on her bump. “'Most likely to freak out when you go into labor and break the speed limit getting to the hospital?’”

“Pearl,” Amethyst and Jasper say in unison.

Heather Says: It was really difficult to choose between this and Favor For Your Four-Chambered Heart as favorite Elizabeth fic for the year, but in the end this one won out because it was one of the first fics this year that made me well and truly happy.

2. The home front by aesc | Stargate Atlantis | 10k

“This had better be the Sheppard residence,” Rodney says, brilliant, agitated life and volume against a monotonous day and Dave’s subdued welcome, “because I’ve been driving around for hours and if I ever find the woman who did the voice on my GPS system I’m going to personally amputate her vocal cords.”

Heather Says: I read this in the pool, precariously balanced on the top step with my body angled weirdly so that I wasn’t holding my phone over the water. I started it before I got in the pool, of course, but I couldn’t put it on hold long enough to swim, so I finished it in the water.

3. Junk Cheap by DevilDoll | Stargate Atlantis | 13.5k

If you were thinking you’d love to read an AU where Rodney is a college professor and John owns a junk shop, this is the story for you.

Heather Says: This might be my favorite SGA fic that I found this year, which is funny since going into the fandom I would have told you that I’d prefer to read fics set in canon. I mean, c’mon. Atlantis? Why would I want to read anything set anywhere else? But this fic perfectly captured John’s lazy personality and Rodney’s crotchety... everything. It’s fabulous.

4. Unidentified by fiercelydreamed | Stargate Atlantis | 30k

Fourteen years, eight months, and seven days after John and Rodney meet, the clock starts all over again.

Heather Says: I’m not typically one for the amnesia trope. I’ve found some good fic for it, but most of the time either the angst or the second-hand embarrassment gets me too hard and I end up exiting out of the fic. This fic was intricate and engaging and introduces a Rodney just off-center from the Rodney that we know.

5. Black Helicopters at Dawn by whizzy | Stargate Atlantis | 240k

Screw the bet. Rodney was going to prove the existence of extraterrestrial intelligence. Oh, and incidentally, he might just catch the United States Air Force with their pants around their ankles.

Heather Says: This fic is long. And beautiful, and sad, and kind of a lot. Also if you’re like me you’ll have to find the third part of it on some weird, sort of sketchy website that hopefully didn’t give you viruses. Or if you’re really desperate you can ask me to send you a copy since I think I still have it somewhere.

6. Like a Lightning Strike by miss_aphelion | Hannibal | 71k

In a world where omegas are instant celebrities and treated like royalty, Will just wants to be left alone. So he keeps what he is a secret, managing to avoid the spotlight and the restrictions that come with it for nearly twenty years.

Then a case goes wrong, and his secrets start to unravel before the entire world—and even more worrying, it happens in front of Hannibal, the alpha that was already fascinated with him before he knew what he was.

Heather Says: Okay, so remember how I said I wasn’t crazy about the amnesia trope? I am really not crazy about the A/B/O trope. Done well enough it’s intriguing, but I read a really awful one way back in the day that basically scarred me for life. That said, this fic came along and hooked me hard. It hasn’t been updated since April, which is disappointing, but it’s well worth the read, even unfinished.

7. Lord, Save Me from Your Followers by anamatics | Supergirl | 27k

Kara, perhaps out of a want for thoroughness in her story, perhaps out of a Millennial-born urge to creep on a the social media of a woman she finds intriguing, discovers that Lena Luthor has a pretty active following on Instagram one afternoon not long after their first meeting. She debates it, just for a moment, before following Lena.

Heather Says: Don’t watch Supergirl? That’s fine! Technically I’ve only seen a couple episodes myself! Read this anyway! This fic has that perfect realness to it that I’ve only found in a very select group of fics and it has cute girls kissing to boot.

8. hood & glove by @fahye | Yuri On Ice | 12k

“I don’t mess with the fae,” Otabek says.

"I'm not asking you to mess with them," JJ flat-out lies.

Heather Says: I’ve tried to say things about this three times now. There are fairies. Otabek is a hero. The king of the fairies fell in love with a human and the weather is fucked up. And there is some truly spectacular art within.

9. With Fire in Their Eyes by @asukaskerian | Yuri On Ice | 8k

He lands butterfly-light in a swirl of hair and glittering gauze, and the ceiling crashes to the rink all around him.

His ears are ringing with heartbeats, his efforts, the cries of the crowd. The rink wobbles under him -- must have landed a bit wrong but he can work through it. Only there are things strewn all over the ice; people usually know to wait until the end to throw roses and tokens and --

Not applause. Screams. The light is wrong because a fourth of the ceiling projectors are missing. The sky is dark. No stars. Something gleams behind the broken sky. And moves. Something he can't -- won't -- something.

Something that's looking at him.

Heather Says: It’s a Pacific Rim/Yuri On Ice crossover. What more could you want?

10. What We Pretend We Can’t See by @gyzym | Harry Potter | 131 k

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Heather Says: I’ve been a fan of gyzym’s stuff since way back in 2009? 2010? Whatever year it was, it was on livejournal back when Inception was a thing. So when I got the notification that she wrote something new? And that the new thing she’d written was 130k of Draco/Harry? I was over the moon.

11. No Less Unthinkable by @rageprufrock | Yuri On Ice | 79k

In which Katsuki Yuuri fights a losing battle with chronic anxiety, the quadruple Salchow, and his own judgment four drinks in — but wins the war.

Heather Says: I’ve been affectionately dubbing this fic the slutty Yuuri picture show, because damn. The porn itself is exquisitely written, yes, but more than that is the way Yuuri himself is written. That realness that I was talking about above is very prominent here too.

12. Slithering by @astolat | Harry Potter | 27k

Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

Heather Says: I have a weakness for fics with snakes, okay.

13. Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi | Harry Potter | 93k

'You’re a wizard, Harry’ is easier to hear from a half-giant when you’re eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you’re seventeen and late for work.

Heather Says: In addition to just being really fucking great all around, the soundtrack to this fic lead me to some of the best music that I’ve listened to this year.

14. the king of oak by @picqueries | Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them | 38k

The first thing Percival Graves does after being released back into the world is buy a new wand. He's at Greymalkin's for ten minutes and the only wand that works for him is raw aspen, whiter than bone and so rough that Graves gives himself a splinter conjuring a storm of birds. The wand—dragon heartstring, a most unusual wand for an American wizard, according to a flustered Greymalkin—feels wild, and Graves empties half his wallet on the counter and keeps his hand on his new wand all the way home.

The second thing he does is quit his job, because honestly.

("Grindelwald did his research before he put on your face," Seraphina says reasonably. "And it's not like you're open with your personal life. He has us all fooled."

"He wore scorpion stickpins!" Graves shoots back, somewhat less reasonably.

Seraphina looks at Graves, his pressed creases, his immaculate shirt, the red ruby cufflinks he's wearing to hide the starved brittleness of his wrists. "I'm sorry," she says. It is not enough to make him stay.)

The third thing he does is get jumped by Credence Barebone in an alley.

Heather Says: Okay, okay, okay. But. Wizards are descended from fairies. Should I say it again for those in the back? Wizards are descended from fairies. Honestly, even if this fic had been horribly written I’d be hooked just on that concept alone. Fortunately it’s written beautifully, and is a complete work of art.

15. apocrypha by aerynlallaboso | Dishonored | 97k

The Eighth year of the reign of Empress Emily Kaldwin, First of her Name, the second year without a whisper from the Outsider, is the year the Void chooses to mark the end of an era.

Heather Says: This wasn’t the first Dishonored fic that I read, but it was the first one I’d read that was longer than 5k, and I was just so goddamned pleased with everything about it.

16. A Year In Toussaint by @astolat | The Witcher | 30k

Geralt had no damn idea what to do with a vineyard when Anna Henrietta gave him Corvo Bianco, but he figured it couldn’t be that bad.

Heather Says: Between the Stargate Atlantis and Harry Potter, I read a lot of astolat’s fic this year. I’d noticed that she’d been writing fic for the Witcher, but didn’t much care because I never really played the games. But I was bored one day, so I read one of her Witcher fics. Then another. And another. And then I went out and bought the games. This one is my favorite.

17. wild peaches by @notbecauseofvictories | The Labyrinth | 3.5k

The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast.

Heather Says: The feel of this fic is basically what I want out of everything that I read for the rest of my life. Just the right amount of magic, but eerie and timeless. I have read this fic at least five times since it was published and will probably go on to read it another five times next year.

18. where the weeds take root by @beenghosting | Supernatural | 30k

“Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”

Heather Says: I really adore slice of life fic, especially when it’s an after-the-war-is-over sort of thing rather than just some fluffy AU that the characters have been stuffed into. I haven’t touched anything Supernatural related in years, not because I didn’t love the characters, but because the show was on this slowly creeping spiral downwards, and I just couldn’t. This though, feels like a very organic end for my two favorites, so thank you for giving me closure.

19. Heart and Home by lc2l | Les Mis | 97k

In an alternate Paris, werewolves occupy the majority of the ruling classes, making and adjusting policy to suit their interests. The punishments for a human attacking a werewolf can be brutal, unless they have the protection of a wolf pack.

How this translates to ‘claim Grantaire as your mate to get him out of prison’ is something Enjolras is still trying to get his head around, but he’s never been one to give up on a cause even when it’s sleeping on his sofa.

Heather Says: I, like many other people, watched the movie adaptation of Les Mis several years ago. My ex-girlfriend liked the play, but I’d never seen it. Loved the movie. Loved the play, once I got around to seeing it. But until this was recommended to me by a dear friend, I never once thought of it in the context of fandom. And werewolves!

20. World Ain’t Ready by idiopathicsmile | Les Mis | 185k

Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn’t even opened his mouth yet. That’s got to be a record, even for them.

“I need a favor,” he says at last.

"With what?" says Grantaire. "Ooh, are you forming a cult? Can I join? I'd be awesome at cults, I just know it." He ticks off his qualifications on his fingers. "I love chanting, I look great in robes—"

Heather Says: The thing about high school AUs that no one ever tells you is that as you grow up, one of two things happens. Either the high school AU in question triggers a massive influx of nostalgia that basically cripples you emotionally or it has you cringing away from the screen, groping blindly until you can ex out of the tab. I’m happy to say that this one is more of the former.

21. despite what you’ve been told by @caseyvalhalla | Yuri On Ice | 14k

When Victor falls, he goes down hard.

Heather Says: All I wanted out of the Yuri On Ice fandom was a good, long in-depth look at the inside of Victor’s brain. This is the fic where I got it.

22. these things take time by sonhoedesrazao | Les Mis | 63k

He’s always wary of making assumptions; even more so when Grantaire is concerned. He knows he’s not the easiest person to deal with. People either like him or can’t stand him, and it’s easy to respond to those reactions, but Grantaire—Grantaire is hostile and mocking, Grantaire scorns his beliefs, and Grantaire stays.

Heather Says: This fic soothed my soul during a particular rough patch this year. There are dates and misunderstandings and some pretty intense UST and it’s just wonderful all around.

23. Watercast by @fishwrites | Voltron | 113k

Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!

Heather Says: When the most recent chapter of this came out, I ended up going back and rereading it, because I was on the beach, and it seemed like a really good time to read about mermen and flying bird people and I am just. So excited for this fic all over again.

24. Fifteen Men in September by ballantine | Black Sails | 34k

Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

A Black Sails origin story for the song.

Heather Says: I stopped watching Black Sails after the end of season one, because there was a lot of things that we were watching at the time, and it was the one to get cut. I don’t even remember how this fic got recced to me, but I’m thrilled that it did because it’s made me go back and keep watching.

25. Patience on a Monument by betts | Game of Thrones | 21k

Having a Jaime in your life means living in a soap opera, except you can’t DVR it to watch later, and the main character sometimes ends up in your guest bedroom for an undisclosed period of time because he has a woefully codependent relationship with his sister.

Heather Says: It’s. So. Good.

#stargate atlantis #steven universe #voltron #harry potter #game of thrones #les mis #yuri on ice #fantastic beasts and where to find them #dishonored #witcher 3 #supernatural #supergirl #hannibal #heather says what #2017 #memes #new year's memes #long post #fuck yeah recs!

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How Captain Hook Met Your Mother

Captain Hook recounts for his daughter Alice how he met her mother, Rapunzel

Author's Note: After watching the promo for OUAT 7x07, my muse came up with a little theory that it wouldn't let me forget: is Rapunzel the mother of Wish Hook's daughter? I resisted writing this for a day, on the fear that Raps will actually turn out to be his daughter (and not Alice), but the muse would not be quieted. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one with this theory, so hopefully I'm not proved too terribly wrong. This is my first speculative fiction, and borrows a bit from Tangled, with inspiration from the beautiful art posted by @flipperbrain.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little one shot. I'd love to hear your feedback via comments and PMs. This is also posted on ff.

"Daddy!" Alice cried out excitedly as he climbed through the window. He smiled to himself. Such a change from when he'd first encountered her in this tower. When she, a slight 6 year old, had nearly knocked him out with a frying pan. So like her mother, he thought with a chuckle.

"Hello Little Love!"

He gathered the girl in his arms. She was now 7, almost 8, and he'd brought a special present for her birthday. A new chess set. He'd taught her to play on the dilapidated board the nasty old witch left in this tower, and he'd been searching high and low for a better set. It needed to be sturdy and handsome, while still small enough to be hidden under the floorboards where Alice stored all her treasures. The one he'd found folded nicely and was just the right size. He couldn't wait to see her delight when she opened it.

As she snuggled closer and held onto his neck for dear life, his mood turned melancholic. He lamented his inability to rescue her from this tower. The witch had put a strong spell there, which prevented Alice from leaving the confines. He'd tried everything, but each time Alice got too close to the window she would experience blistering pain. Now he spent his days searching for a way to rescue her and his nights spending time with his little love.

Alice settled into his lap. "Have you brought me something?"

"Indeed I have. For I believe someone has a birthday coming up."

"My birthday is next week! I'm getting my present now?"

"Yes my sweet." He produced the box, wrapped in a scrap of floral muslin.

Alice frantically untied the ribbon and unfolded the layers of cloth. She saw the polished wood box and looked at him quizzically. "What is it?"

He laughed and picked the box up with his good hand. Setting it on the table, free of the wrapping, he unlatched the clasp. Inside were two velvet bags, one black, one white. He emptied their contents next to the board. With the bags clear, she saw the checkered game board and her face lit up.

"Daddy! A new chess set! I love it!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into his embrace once more.

They set the board and she settled in the seat across from him as they began to play. Alice had a sharp mind, and was already a skilled player. As they settled into a rhythm, they began their nightly chat.

"Daddy, will you tell me about my mommy? I mean my real mommy, and not mean old Gothel."

"I will tell you what I know, little love, which sadly isn't much. I barely knew her."

"Did you love her?"

"I think I could have if I'd had a chance to know her better. But she gave me you, so I will always love her for that."

"How did you meet her?"

"I climbed into this tower to steal a magical golden flower. I was sent to retrieve it by an Evil Queen from another realm."

"There are other realms besides this one?"

"Oh yes, love, many more. Infinite realms, infinite possibilities."

"Why did the Evil Queen send you?"

"Because before I met your mommy, I was a bad man only focused on getting my revenge against someone who did me wrong. I would do anything to service my need for vengeance. It was an empty life."

"But you're not a bad man now!"

"I am trying to be a better man for you, my love. But your daddy spent a long time as a ruthless pirate and did many things I am not proud of."

"Well, I still love you," Alice said with a smile.

"Your love makes me a better person."

"What happened when you met my mommy?"

Hook smiled as he recounted the tale of his only encounter with Alice's mother, the enchanting Rapunzel.

A little less than nine years earlier…

Hook hauled himself over the ledge of the window and collapsed onto the floor of the tower. He'd been waiting all day for that witch to leave so he could climb up here and find the item he sought. He observed his surroundings. It was a small tower, but the space was laid out efficiently. There was a small kitchen area, a reading nook, a space for craft work, and stairs leading up to what looked like a bedroom. And the entire space was decorated with yards and yards of a braided, golden fabric.

No. He looked closer. Not fabric. Was that… hair? He stepped forward and heard a quiet, but sharp intake of breath. "Who's there?" He called out. The answered he received came in the form of a hard, heavy blow to the back of his head.

When he came too, he was tied to a chair. He struggled against the bonds, but could not get them to move.

"Struggling… struggling is pointless."

His head snapped up at the sound. Despite the warning, he continued to push against his bonds, but they just seemed to get tighter. He looked closer and realized he was bound with the same hair he'd noticed earlier. "What the devil is this?"

"I know who you are, and I'm not afraid of you," the voice continued. It was a woman. A young woman by the sounds of it.

"Love, I don't believe you do know who I am. And if you do, you may want to rethink your lack of fear in my presence."

"It doesn't matter who you are. You're not getting what you came for. I will not let you take me."

"Love, until a few minutes ago, I had no idea you were up here. I promise you, when Captain Hook takes a woman, she always goes willingly."

As they were talking, he'd been able to work the bonds on his chair free enough that he could slide out from under them. He spun and faced his captor.

"What? How did you…?" She was flabbergasted.

"Pirate, love. Now, who are you?"

"I'm Rapunzel."

Hook bowed ceremoniously. "Killian Jones, otherwise known as Captain Hook, at your service."

She stared at his hook, but did not seem offended or scared of it. Her expression was wary. "If you didn't come for me, why are you here?"

"A good pirate never reveals his true motives, but I will share that I followed that witch hoping she had a magical item in her possession that I am hoping to procure." Rapunzel tensed up at his last sentence. He could sense she withholding something, but he could not determine what. "Why are you here, love?"

"I live here, and I think you'd better go."

"Gladly. Is there a better way to get out than scaling the wall? I walked the perimeter below but couldn't find another entrance."

"The only way in or out is through that window."

"That must be a pain for you when you leave for the day. I don't mean to be judgmental, but have you thought of moving somewhere more convenient?"

"I've never left this tower. Mother forbids it. It's for my own safety."

"Truly? Has your mother convinced you that the world is so full of ruffians and thugs?"

"Isn't it? You look like quite the thug yourself."

"I prefer dashing rapscallion. And believe me, my dear. I am one of a kind." He gave her a wink.

Despite the tension hanging in the air, Rapunzel laughed. "I wish I could see more of the outside world."

Killian smiled at her. He had a mission he needed to complete, but this sweet, naive, yet tough lass intrigued him. "Come with me. I can show you some sights."

"Really?" Her face lit up, then immediately fell. "I can't. Mother would be crushed if I left."

"When does she return?"

"She said tomorrow afternoon."

"So you will return before she gets back. Come with me and have one night of pleasure before you return to this gilded cage."

Her cheeks turned a fetching shade of pink as she digested his words. "What type of pleasures?" He couldn't help his smirk. She was so naive.

"Only things you wish to do, my dear. I assure you that no harm will come to you while you are in my care."

"Okay," she said, extending her hand. "Let's do this."

He took her hand in his and shook it gently.

They descended the tower. Rapunzel lowered her braid, which spanned the entire height of the tower, and encouraged him to use it to climb down. Only once he was sure there would be no pain on her part did he agree. Pirate and scoundrel he may be, but Captain Hook did not torture women.

Alice's head was drooping as they finished their game.

"Okay little love, let's get you to bed."

"I don't want you to go, daddy."

"I wish I could stay, my darling. But if the witch finds me here, she is sure to curse me and prevent me from one day rescuing you. Don't lose hope, my dear. One day we will be together permanently, and we will travel the realms."

"Will you lay down with me, Daddy? Just for a little bit?"

"How can I say no to you?" He knew it was risky. Though he was usually a light sleeper, he slept more deeply with Alice by his side. He feared this vulnerability would lead to the witch finding them. But he loved his daughter, more than he thought possible, and would do anything to make her happy.

They ascended to her room. He detached his hook and lay it on the table. She hopped into bed and motioned for him to lay next to her. He awkwardly laid on the small mattress, his feet dangling off the side. Alice snuggled into him and was asleep a short while later. He watched as her breathing evened out. He wished for nothing more than the ability to free her from this prison. He knew he should go, but he couldn't bring himself to leave just yet.

The bed smelled of his little girl and, underneath that, the faint scent of her mother. The floral essence brought unbidden memories to the forefront of his mind.

They'd found a festival in a nearby town and she'd danced and enjoyed sweet pastries. He'd felt more alive with her than he had in years. Centuries, truly. For the first time in a while, Captain Hook was giving way to Killian Jones. He wondered if his single-minded focus on revenge was a worthwhile use of his life. He did not love Rapunzel, not like he'd loved Milah, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt to the girl.

When they left the festival, she fell into his arms and planted a tentative kiss on his lips. She was obviously inexperienced and unsure, but he was struck by her boldness. He returned the kiss with more fervor, silently instructing her.

When he pulled away, she rubbed her hand through the hair peeking out at the top of his vest. "Will you… will you lay with me?"

He groaned. "Love, we shouldn't. This is not how you want your first time to be. You deserve to be with a man you love. A man you are married to."

" I don't think I'll ever have anything like that. Mother won't let me. When I go back, she'll lock me away forever."

"Don't go back."

"Where will I go? You won't take me with you."

"Rapunzel… love… "

"I'm not begging to accompany you. I may not have much experience, but I have read about love. I know that is not what we have. But I want to know what it feels like to lay with a man. Please, Killian."

Her resignation to her imprisonment hurt him. He knew what it was like to be captive to another's will. "I cannot take advantage of you, love. But you are welcome to come along with me. I will not take you back to that tower."

"You aren't taking advantage of me," she said as she captured his lips again with her own. She was a fast learner, her kiss holding less anxiety and more passion with each passing moment. His body reacted against his will. She slid her hand down and palmed his arousal through his leathers. "Please, Captain, take me."

It was not one of his prouder moments. He liked to think of himself as a gentleman, but that night he gave into his baser instincts and laid with the lass. Afterward, they settled down to sleep in a clearing in the woods. When he woke in the morning, she was gone.

He tried to find the tower, but he was no longer in possession of the map Regina had given him. Rapunzel must have taken it from him when he slept. Without the map, the tower was impossible to find. All sorts of magical enchantments kept it hidden.

He knew he could not return to Misthaven. The Evil Queen would kill him if he returned without the golden flower. And he felt he had a new mission now. He needed to find a way back to the tower and free Rapunzel. He may not love her, yet, but he could. And even if they never loved one another, she deserved her freedom.

He abandoned his ship to his crew and search the realm for a way back to the tower. When he finally found it, years had passed. He'd replaced his steadfast search for revenge with a resolution to free Rapunzel. He waited until he saw the witch leave and then ascended to the top. As soon as he stepped down from the ledge, he called out "Rapunzel!"

His cry was answered with a primal scream as a little blond terror launched herself at him, swinging a frying pan. He just nearly missed her crushing blow.

"How do you know my mommy?!" she yelled.

"Your mommy is Rapunzel?"

"Yes! How do you know her? Where is she?!"

"Calm down, little lass. I'm here to find her myself." He was restraining the girl with his right hand. With his hook he captured to handle of the frying pan and pulled it from her grasp. When she saw the hook, she immediately stopped struggling.

"Daddy?!" She cried.

"Pardon?"

"You're my daddy! Mommy said my daddy was a pirate with a hook for a hand."

"I'm… a father?"

"Yes!" she cried, jumping up and down. She launched herself at him once more and enveloped his midsection in a hug. "Have you come to rescue me, daddy?"

He was stunned, but immediately all his focus on rescuing Rapunzel turned toward the little girl currently clinging to him. "Aye, I believe I have. What is your name, little love?"

"My name is Alice."

#ouat fanfiction #ouat ff #knightrook #killian jones #ouat spoilers #ouat s7

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phoenix-inthe-fire · 7 years

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you better do it soon (no time will be better)

A first time fic to test the waters of this new ship. Feel free to send prompts if you like it!

“You didn’t!”

Kat’s blush was high in her cheeks and she could even feel her ears heat up but it did nothing to hide the pleased smile on her lips. “I did.”

Sutton cupped a hand to her mouth and practically squealed. “OH my god! I’m so proud of you!”

“What are we proud about?” Jane asked she hurried into the room.

Kat felt mildly guilty. All she had sent was a series of exclamation points and requested both girls presence in the closet. She hadn’t really thought about anything that either girl could have been doing.

“Kat popped her cherry!” Sutton exclaimed.

Jane’s mouth dropped open into a little O before she grinned and brought her hands up together in a soundless clap. “Aww! Kat!”

Kat just blushed harder. “I mean, it’s not like I was a virgin before-”

Sutton waved her off, “She totally was a lady virgin oh my god tell us everything.” She said giddily before seating herself on top of the little circular couch.

Jane kicked off her heels before scrambling up next to her.

They both stared at her expectantly, wide eyed and happy for her and Kat felt such a rush of affection for them she almost cried. They’d been so nice about everything and most of all present. They’d listen to all her rants and babbling and jumbled feelings about the whole situation without so much as a peep and they’d both been there for her when she’d told them about the kiss and neither one had judged her for getting arrested for Adena that one time.

“Aw babe,” Sutton said suddenly, her voice a soft whisper, “Don’t cry! I know girls have more feelings or whatever but it’s okay.”

Kat laughed, watery as she shook her head in amusement. “No, it’s not that,” She said, wiping at her eyes quickly, “I just love you guys is all.”

Sutton looked incredibly pleased with this compliment while Jane’s eyes sparkled knowingly.

“Tell us,” Jane urged, “I wanna hear all about it.”

Kat blew out a breath, got her emotions together because lately she just had so many of them that all she could do was breathe through it.

“Alright so we had dinner together…”

---

“That was really good!” Kat didn’t mean to sound so surprised but Adena just laughed.

“It didn’t appear so did it?” Adena asked, bumping gently at Kat’s shoulder.

It was their third little date, Kat wasn’t sure if they were official dates or not because she hadn’t worked up the courage to ask yet. She’d expended the last of her courage points when she’d told Adena that she liked her. She needed a while to stack them up again.

The night was beautiful though, the breeze blowing lightly off the lake and keeping Kat nice and cool because being next to Adena made her blood run hot.

“It didn’t.” Kat agreed, “But, I don’t know, I think I’m learning good things come in unexpected packages.” She said coyly, looking at Adena head on and looking away again when Adena looked back at her with that nose scrunching smile that scattered Kat’s brain into a mess.

It’s honestly what caused all of this. The way Adena smiled, the way she was unabashedly herself, Kat was just intrigued by every part of her. It wasn’t something she’d ever felt before, especially not for this long.

“I’m glad you think this,” Adena said slowly, “Because there is something I’d like to show you.”

Kat perked up, “Like a surprise?”

It was Adena’s turn to be coy, “Yes, something like that. It’s at my apartment, is that okay?”

“Y-yeah. Yes, of course! As long as, you know, it’s okay with you, that is.”

Adena just looked amused, “It is completely okay with me.” She said with a winning smile.

Kat was definitely enamoured.

---

“Was it her naked?” Sutton chimed in with a wicked smirk. “I bet it was her naked!”

Jane laughed, “She couldn’t get naked without Kat knowing though! Was it something romantic? Adena looks romantic.”

Sutton rolled her eyes fondly at Jane. “You and Pinstripe guy are getting too serious.”

Jane’s cheeks flushed a bright red as her mouth dropped open. “We are not-”

“Guys,” Kat interrupted, an amused smile on her face, “It was neither of those things, lemme finish.”

Both girls turned back to face Kat and gave her their best innocent smiles, Sutton even went as far as crossing her fingers across her knees.

---

“Adena,” Kat breathed out, “This is beautiful!”

And it was because the new photo that Adena had decided to share with her was definitely not conventional but then again nothing with Adena was. Kat still understood the message behind it and like everything else Adena wanted to share, it was beautiful.

“Thank you,” Adena said softly, from just over Kat’s shoulders, “I am glad you like it.”

Kat felt the hairs at the nape of her neck prickle. She hadn’t realized Adena was so close to her. She could practically feel her lips gliding across the exposed skin of her neck.

Oh. Wait. That was definitely lips skimming her skin.

“Adena,” Kat breathed out again, but this time awe wasn’t in her voice. It was something more like need and definitely some lust.

“I enjoyed my night with you,” Adena’s voice was a low murmur and Kat couldn’t help but let her eyes sink shut as Adena’s arms came up around her waist, hugging her tightly from behind. “Did you enjoy your’s as well?”

“Yes,” Kat said easily, her heart thumping in her chest because the air felt heavy with anticipation and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. She’d never done anything with a girl before and she knew Adena knew this but she also trusted Adena to do this with her.

She’d also be lying if she said she wasn’t ready for it. Eager even.

---

“You sound like Jane,” Sutton said impishly, “Ever since she had the big O with Pinstripe guy she’s been insatiable.”

“Sutton!”

---

Adena spins her around gently so they’re face to face and Kat’s breath catches in her throat.

She didn’t think she’d ever get used to seeing Adena so up close, how beautiful she was and just how much she made Kat feel without even doing anything.

Adena’s mouth descended on hers then, soft and gentle like it always was but more insistent, like she was letting Kat know where this was heading and giving her the time to back out or say she didn’t want to.

Kat tossed her arms around Adena’s shoulders and pulled her closer, kissed her a little harder.

It only progressed from there.

Somehow Adena walked them backwards towards the couch, familiar territory for Kat, and settled Kat onto her back before climbing on top of her.

Kat was peeling her shirt off before Adena was even fully seated.

Adena laughed into her lips, breaking apart to fling the shirt away. “Eager are we?”

Kat let her hands roam the smooth planes of Adena’s stomach, her hands making a slow crawl to Adena’s chest, “So eager.” She breathed out.

Adena’s hands cupped hers over her breasts, urging Kat to squeeze a little harder than she allowed herself.

It wasn’t new territory, they’d made it as far as bras off before Kat’s phone had called her away, but it still left Kat breathless every time. And wet. That was something new too. The first time she’d been too nervous about not liking it to actually let herself ease into it but Adena had been patient and kind and the next time Kat had been surprised to actually feel her body tingle in response to Adena’s hands.

The next few moments were a blur of kisses and touching skin as Kat was stripped slowly until they were both down to just underwear. There were definitely hickeys blooming along the tops of Adena’s breasts but Kat was too worked up to care.

She tugged at Adena’s waist, the girl was still in her lap, kissing along the side of her neck and peppering her own hickeys into the hollow of Kat’s throat.

“I wanna do this.” Kat managed to rumble out.

She felt Adena still a fraction and tightened her grip on Adena’s hips.

“Are you sure?” Adena pulled back a little, just enough to look at Kat head on and cup her cheeks.

Kat nodded as much as she could with Adena’s hands holding her face. “I’m so sure,” Kat said, “Like so, so sure.”

Adena smiled then, an impish little thing that did nothing to quell the fire in Kat’s belly. “Okay.” She said simply, before kissing Kat square on the mouth again. She didn’t stay there for long before she was trailing kisses down Kat’s neck again but she didn’t stop there.

Kat felt her chest heave as Adena made the slow decent to get between her legs and her heart nearly stopped when Adena nipped at the bit of skin right about her panties before hooking her fingers into the lace.

“Are you sure?” Adena asked seriously.

Kat nodded quickly, lifting her hips up, “Yes, yes, I’m sure.”

---

Sutton and Jane giggled like little school girls and Kat felt her cheeks blush a dark red.

“Stop laughing at me! I was very worked up!” She defended.

Sutton and Jane straightened up, nodding contritely but their lips and shoulders still twitched with suppressed laughter.

Kat rolled her eyes fondly.

---

Adena teased her at first, kissing her thighs, squeezing at whatever her lips weren’t touching and Kat wound a hand into her hair without even really thinking about it.

It was always soft and smoothe and Kat loved when they got back to the comfort of Adena’s apartment where she felt comfortable enough with Kat to take off her headscarf because she knew and trusted that Kat understood why she still chose to wear it.

“Adena,” Kat moaned out, “Please,”

Adena actually laughed, Kat could feel it but before she could even think of a response to it, Adena’s mouth was on her, licking in broad swipes and Kat’s brain definitely short circuited.

---

Jane’s eyes were wide and fascinated, “Best head ever?”

Kat let her eyes sink shut as she nodded solemnly.

Sutton looked impressed, “How long she go down for?”

“I don’t even know,” Kat shrugged, “I came twice though.”

“Keep her forever.”

Kat grinned down at her lap shyly. She definitely intended to.

“Did you go down too?” Jane asked curiously.

“Oh.” Kat said, “Uhm, no.”

Jane cocked her head to the side, no judgement just curiosity.

“I wasn’t really ready for that and i didn’t want to like suck at it so I just,” Kat wiggled her fingers helplessly.

Jane and Sutton nodded in understanding simultaneously.

---

“Are you still with me?” Adena’s voice kind of sounded far away with the blood pulsing in her ears so Kat just nodded blearily.

“Mhm. Gimme, gimme a sec.” Kat managed to pant out. To catch her breath, to get her thighs to stop quivering, to remember where she even was. Adena was very good at sex.

Adena peppered kisses along the apples of her cheeks, down her chin, back up again to kiss her gently on the lips.

“Are you okay?” Adena’s voice was less teasing, a hint of concern bleeding into her tone.

“Yeah,” Kat smiled, finally opening her eyes and realizing she never knew they were even shut, “I’m peachy keen.”

Adena gave her another one of those scrunchy nose smiles and Kat felt her heart thump solidly against her chest.

“But I want you to feel peachy keen too.” Kat said, flipping Adena underneath her easily, “I just, don’t know what I’m doing.” She trailed off unsurely, hands playing at the band of Adena’s underwear.

“Kat you don’t have-”

“To reciprocate? Yes I do.” Kat cut her off, “I want to. I just don’t know what to do.”

Adena bit at her lip and it was the hottest thing Kat had seen in a very long time. She grabbed Kat’s hand and guided it gently beneath her underwear and the first thing Kat could register was just how wet everything was. It was a new feeling and she let her fingertips glide through it for a moment.

She wasn’t completely ignorant though and she found Adena’s clit quickly and circled her fingertips around it slowly.

Adena’s breath caught in her throat, “O-okay, yeah that works.”

Kat was pleased to hear her sound so wrecked, especially when she hadn’t even done anything yet. She grew more confident when Adena voiced her approval and before she knew it Adena’s hips were pushing against her.

“Down,” Adena moaned out, “Go in.”

Kat did as she was told without a real thought behind it. She wanted to make Adena feel as good as she’d made her feel and she was getting more accustomed to it as the moment went on.

Adena clutched tight at her shoulders when Kat let her finger dip inside. Her lips parted in a breathy moan and Kat thought it was the hottest thing she’d ever heard. She waited a second before moving again and eventually, before she knew it, she was two fingers deep and Adena was thrashing beneath her.

Her wrist was starting to cramp though and she didn’t want to stop but it was getting painful but then Adena bucked into her again and kind of stilled before falling back onto the couch with a heaving chest.

Kat could feel her pulsing around her fingers. She pulled them out slowly and slithered her way up Adena’s chest.

“Was that okay?”

Adena nodded quickly, “You were good, wonderful even.”

Kat grinned. “Nice,” She pressed a kiss against Adena’s cheek, “My wrist is on fire, I should exercise it more.”

And Adena laughed loudly and Kat wanted to bottle up this moment and keep it forever.

---

“Aww,” Sutton cooed, “You really like her.”

Kat smiled, “I do, I really do.”

Jane was the first to get up and tug her into a hug but Sutton wasn’t far behind and before Kat knew it they were all a tangle of limbs and laughter.

It just made her so happy, to have adena, to have her friends, to have all this love in her life. It made her feel thankful as well.

“We need to celebrate.” Sutton said, jumping a little in her heels as she pulled away. “Kat lost her v card this is a celebration moment! You can even invite Adena!”

Kat rolled her eyes fondly but she couldn’t deny that seeing Adena again would be nice.

Sutton left the room first, pointing at the two of them as she walked backwards to the door, “I expect to see you both at the bar at 9:30 don’t keep me waiting!” And then she was gone.

“I’m really happy for you, Kat, I know you were worried about the sex part of it.” Jane said with a genuine smile, slinging her arm over Kat’s waist when Kat tossed her’s over Jane’s shoulder.

“I’m really happy for me too.” Kat agreed, a permanent smile on her face now. “I’m really happy for me too.”

#kadena #kat edison #adena el amin #kat x adena #jane sloan #sutton brady #my fics

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swiftiequeenbae · 7 years

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goodbye pll

as soon as i read the first sentence of the first pll book, i was hooked. i was 11 years old and attending a small montessori school in which ‘gay’ was probably the biggest insult, coming just ahead of ‘girly’. the word ‘gay’, to me, was synonymous with nerd and geek and uncool and wrong. the word ‘lesbian’ described a girl with short hair who i wouldn’t want to be alone with.

yet as i read that first pll book on my mother’s ipad on the couch while in paris, coincidentally, i read and re-read each one of emily and maya’s scenes together. for some reason that i couldn’t quite put my finger on, their friendship was fascinating to me. it made me feel something i had never felt before, even though i still thought of emily fields as the gay one, the weird one, the one that i didn’t want to be like. but deep down, part of me was intrigued.

i read almost the entire first pll book on a train ride from paris to berlin. i hid it from my mom as i read it on the large ipad from 2010, knowing that she wouldn’t let me read it because i was too young. and when i finished the book, i couldn’t read the next one because it cost money i knew she wouldn’t let me spend. so when we got to the hotel room in berlin, i started pretty little liars on netflix and became overwhelmingly hooked.

i became immediately infatuated with alison dilaurentis. she was everything i wanted to be. she was beautiful and popular and those were the only two things i wanted to be at age 11, and on some naive level, those are still the most important things to me now. but the difference is that now, i realize my fault in thinking that way. in a way, i heavily relate to alison’s journey from closeted bitch to accepting herself and becoming a much happier and more free person. even thought her transformation took almost a decade, mine took about two years. yet i have no doubt in my heart that if i hadn’t idolized alison so much, i wouldn’t have wanted to change with her. i wouldn’t have felt compelled to explore the side of me that i never thought about, the side that loved girls. alison dilaurentis is a character i will always keep close to my heart, and i can’t thank sasha pieterse enough for portraying her.

the other pll character who has influenced me greatly is emily fields. emily’s coming out storyline is still one that resonates with me deeply. when i came out as bisexual and my mother told me she didn’t believe me, i thought of emily as i cried later that night. and when i told her i was really a lesbian, and she again, didn’t believe me, i felt even more connected to emily. my mother wasn’t as bigoted as pam fields, she just didn’t expect her daughter to be gay; she didn’t think it would happen to her. now, two years after coming out as bi, over a year after coming out as a lesbian, my mom accepts that i am a lesbian, just as pam fields accepts emily.

emison drew me in from the first moment. they were my first otp, back when i was 11. i remember watching 5x05 and then rewatching 5x05, obsessing over their kiss. i wanted to be one of them, although i wasn’t sure which. maybe both. i fell in love with the loyal way emily loved alison and the silent way ali loved her back. i made my tumblr dedicated to emison at age 12, and now, 14 and three tumblr accounts and about 7 url’s later, my tumblr is still about emison. emison has opened me up to myself but if i talk any more about that i think i’ll just be repeating myself over and over again.

but maybe the most important thing pll has given me is emer. she has become one of my best friends. she is so funny and always there when i need to forget about bad things happening in my life. she’s beautiful and her accent is adorable. i’m so grateful that pretty little liars, and more specifically, emison, have given me the opportunity to meet someone as amazing as emer. i’m so happy the universe led me to meeting her.

the cast of pretty little liars is what i’ll miss the most. shay, sasha, lucy, troian, and ashley have been huge influences in my life. their friendship is perhaps even stronger than it is in their show. i’ve loved watching them grow as individuals and as a group. the fact that they & janel got matching tattoos is a perfect example of their love for one another.

although i dislike the characted hanna marin, ashley’s mix of humor and cockiness can always brighten my day. her love for every person in her life is obvious in everything that she does. i saw a completely different side of her on the day pll wrapped. watching her snapchats of her and the girls sobbing proved to me just how emotional and caring ashley is. i will miss hearing her laugh along with lucy about their myspace days and watching her go on amazing outings and even vacations with shay. i will miss her sarcastic banter with troian and her adorable mentorship of sasha. although i will still see her with other people, it won’t be the same.

aria montgomery has always been a boring character to me, but lucy is far from boring. she is sweet and so gorgeous, as if someone took a doll off of the pll set and brought it to life with pixie dust. her laugh is adorable and her smile always seems genuine. she is a very well rounded, loving, and grounded individual. she is independent but also draws strength from the people around her. i will miss her sweet bond and cute height difference with shay and her loving and cuddly attitude with troian. her bond with sasha is what i might miss most of all. i wish i could listen to her laugh for all of eternity.

i fell in love with alison dilaurentis and falling in love with sasha came close after. she is insanely talented and always has been, even at the age of 12. she is mature yet also fun and bubbly, allowing her to make strong friendships with people who are nearly a decade or more older than her. she has remained warm, kind and caring, even though she rose to fame during middle school. she has faced so much stupid hate from people who don’t even deserve the calories she burns typing out a response to their hate. she shouldn’t have to explain her weight, yet she does. i will miss her sister like bond with troian, which is amazing, considering their age difference. but what i will miss the most is sasha’s interactions with shay. their constant joking and closeness, as well as how comfortable they are with each other, makes my heart happy. sasha has a beautiful soul. and everyone who comes into contact with her can see it.

spencer hastings and troian are very similar, but i have to say i prefer troian. she is so smart and worldly, sharing her thoughts on politics and social justice not for attention, but because it’s what she believes is right. her passion for our earth makes me want to be more of an activist for our planet. i remember when she was heavily advocating to save honeybees. it deeply inspired me and resonated with me on a completely unexpected level. troian is passionate about her work and she is the best actress on pretty little liars. i can’t wait to see where she goes from here. she deserved a better show with better writing, but she did the best she ever possibly could with what she was given. she is only going to grow as an actor and a director. i will miss her protectiveness over all of the girls, as well as her light teasing of them. i will always love and support troian.

emily fields grew on me after i became infatuated with the goddess that is shay mitchell. she is charismatic and gorgeous, kind and loyal, and a natural born leader. she has come so far from where she began, and although pretty little liars is the reason for it, i know that she would have rose to fame even if she hadn’t been cast as emily fields. her support for the lgbt community and her passion for portraying emily fields is inspiring and admirable. not to mention that she is insanely, crazily, immensely beautiful and one of the sexiest women i’ve ever seen. she was one of the first girls i was ever comfortable with my attraction to, and that means something to me. she was my first girl crush that i fully accepted and came to terms with. she has helped me so much with accepting who i am, even without being a lesbian herself. i will miss watching her joke around with troian and the whole cast. she is one of my favorite parts of pretty little liars, and i will always be thankful for her.

pretty little liars WAS my entire middle school “career”. pretty little liars showed me who i am. pretty little liars introduced me to new people and new ideas. i can't thank the cast and crew of the show enough. also, sara shepard, i’m forever in debt to you for creating the universe of pretty little liars. emer, i hope you and i can scream about gay ships for years to come.

as i go into high school, it seems fitting that that pll is ending. that it has ended. my three years of middle school and my three years of pretty little liars are always going to be synonymous in my memory.

goodbye, pretty little liars. i will remember you as the best part of middle school. you were always there for me. hell, i even had a girl go down on me for the first time while an episode from season 3 was playing on the computer next to me.

goodbye, emison. thank you for allowing me to get close with emer. thank you for urging me to delve into the feelings in my head. thank you for making me feel like i belong, because i do. thank you.

i feel like there is something else i should say, but i don’t know what it is.

- sophie

#personal #mine #IF U READ THIS WHOLE THING #U DA REALEST #annnnyways #pll

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uniquejay-blog1 · 7 years

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Unique Calamity - 방탄소년단 (BTS) x Reader {Best Friends} [Angst Oneshot]

더 나은 세상을 만들고 꿈을 이루십시오.

"안녕!" You smiled softly at the screen in front of you. The gentle glow of the computer seemed to caress you with fluttering rays of light.

It's been nearly 1 year since you've met BTS and became their best friend.

Nearly 3 years that you've had that one dream.

Nearly 2 months since you've quietly anchored your feelings within your heart.

But that's not the best place to begin, is it? Let's start from the very beginning. The beginning of a treacherous journey.

~XX, XX, 20XX~ {Reader's POV}

It started a couple years ago. Three, to be exact. It was hard to believe that perhaps just a couple of months before that time, I had absolutely no idea who BTS were. It just so happened that one day, a kpop fanatic decided to ask me who was the most attractive in the group.

"So...the one that's the most good-looking?" I quirked an eyebrow.

Was it normal to simply stalk boybands and stuff? This...was weird.

"Yeah, I guess." The Korean girl shifted in her seat next to me, adjusting the computer screen to avoid the Bio teacher's eyes.

I halfheartedly scanned the seven-member boyband.

'What the heck...they're all the freaking same.' I bitterly thought. 'Didn't she say Taehyung was hers? Man, that's not creepy at all...so maybe I should choose someone else to make sure she doesn't get mad at me or something...'

I awkwardly coughed and pointed to the male standing next to Taehyung. "Uh, this guy? I-I guess?"

To be completely honest, I didn't care about the looks of the boyband. Sure, I suppose they were good looking, but if they had talent and golden hearts, that's when I'd join the fandom. And even then, I could barely think of myself of a fan. More like...an awkward admirer...

The girl grinned and 'mm'ed. "So you think Jungkook looks the best?"

"Y-yeah!"

'Who even is this...I can barely tell the difference...' I thought, eyes swirling in confusion.

Before I could get a grasp on the current situation, the bell rang and the class quickly dispersed. However, I was curious to find out what the fuss was about.

~Afterschool that day~

"BTS....BTS BTS BTS..." I muttered softly to myself as I searched the Internet. "Ah...7-members...Korean boyband....ok..."

To my surprise, the rest of the day was spent in attempting to figure out the difference between Jungkook and Taehyung. That was successful, and soon I had gotten intrigued in their music, personalities, and overall presence.

~Fast-forward a couple of months~

Eventually, I had gotten hooked on the Korean boyband. Something was so...different about them. Kpop was generally an enjoyable genre; you either hate it or love it. While it's quite rare to find fans that think of kpop as another music genre and kpop idols as normal human beings, it was also quite rare to see such open idols and such a pure company.

It sparked something within me. I couldn't pinpoint why or how, but I felt that I had found...a purpose. A sudden purpose that I needed to fulfill. No matter how long it took.

I wanted to be BTS's friend. I wanted to support them by becoming an affiliate of their company, sponsoring them and creating a larger budget, and simply...do what I could as, not their "fan", but their friend.

Of course, that purpose had its drawbacks. I began mentally beating myself up, constantly repeating that this was unrealistic, selfish, and completely unnecessary. I got scared that I couldn't achieve the dream. I got scared that even if I was successful, I would be hated. I was scared that the members would be in the military before I had a chance to approach them.

And most of all, I was scared of being selfish.

Self-deprecation. That was the only thing on my mind everyday and every minute. I tore myself down and mentally bullied myself for having such thoughts. And yet, with every minute, the urge to achieve that dream grew stronger. And with that, the hate within myself, for myself, grew bigger.

This process continued every single day. I wished for things to move faster, I wished for the steps in my dream to be easier.

But a few years later, through every hardship and difficult time, I had finally achieved my dream. I had met the band by attending Kcon and performing, my Youtube fans being incredibly loyal and supportive. Backstage, I had seen them and casually talked, and...oddly enough, they seemed to sense something different within me as well.

When Kcon ended, the band didn't leave without giving me their contact information. I had confessed my dream and to my utter surprise and slight humiliation, they were ecstatic. I would have cried on the spot if it wasn't for my stubbornness.

Fast forward a few months, and I had become their best friend. Hallelujah, I had taken up Korean as a child, and had decided to study abroad at Yonsei University. The time BTS and I had spent together grew longer and pleasant.

I had fun messing with the members.

I played dress-up with Jin.

I showed my swag side to Suga.

I rapped alongside Rapmon.

I danced and goofed around with Jhope.

I got teased because of my height with Jimin.

I acted weird and confusing with V.

I sang duets and wrestled with Jungkook.

All these things were the very things that kept me alive. They reminded me that I was not only supporting an amazing kpop group and company, I was also creating a better world through my other projects. All was well until a day I never assumed would come.

Because of me, BTS grew closer to new people of status and received better friends because of their experience with me. They learned how to open up and be friendlier; they made good friends and exchanged numbers within minutes. They created friend groups that soon didn't include me.

I had to come to the ultimate conclusion that...I was no longer their best friend. I was forgotten and once again, my friends and loved ones left me.

I shouldn't be too surprised, right? Maybe I should've seen this coming. Maybe it's me at fault.

Maybe I have a bad personality.

Maybe they don't enjoy my friendship anymore.

Maybe they've gotten bored with just me.

Maybe I'm not unique anymore.

Maybe I'm not...good enough.

That's it. I 'm not good enough. That was the reason for the other times, wasn't it? Yeah..

Soon, I decided to speak to Jimin about my troubles. Jimin was the comforter for BTS; I was Jimin's comforter. Even so, he found ways to comfort me even when I was comforting him.

"Jimin?" I knocked gently on his door.

Jimin mumbled a 'yeah' and shuffled to open aforementioned door. He gazed at me for a second, as if confused. Snapping out of his trance, he pulled me inside and shut the door. Scanning my nearly weeping face, he sat me down on his bed.

"What's wrong?" His face clouded with concern. It was hard not to scoff.

Words refused to escape my mouth. They would only bring trouble. However, I forced myself to say something. "Jimin...am I not good enough?"

That simple question dragged my tears out of my eyes, dripping like melancholic raindrops down my cheeks. It seemed to destroy his heart as well.

"What do you mean? Of course you're good enough! Did someone hurt you? Did you have a boyfriend and not tell us? Did he break up with you? Oh my go-"

I shook my head at the last question furiously. Jimin shut his mouth and scooped me into his arms in a brotherly hug.

"You have more friends, Jimin...it's like I'm not unique anymore...I'm not your best friend anymore...I'm so selfish...I wish I was the only one who could make you guys smile like that..." I sniffed and clenched my fists in anger.

Jimin's heart skipped a beat and his mouth curved into a frown. This was the reason you looked like a destroyed puppy? He was terribly upset.

"(Y/n)...hey, no...you're still special, you're our best friend...don't think like that..." Jimin was quick to disagree.

The night went on with Jimin and I talking our hearts out, and by the early morning, I felt better and relaxed. I ended up heading out to class the next morning while the boys hung out alone, and I trusted myself not to be selfish with BTS again. They were allowed to have good friends, of course. It's simply selfish to wish I was their "bestest" friend.

The day went on like normal; classes, lunch, and soon another school day was over. Especially so, the term for university was over and I had officially finished my second year of university.

The afternoon seemed decent as I trekked on to BTS' dorm.

"Hey guys I bought some 떡, let's eat-"

My jaw went slack as I witnessed BTS fawning over another girl around my age. With an awkward cough, I gazed at the girl giggling. The group didn't even notice me, and I left the food on the table.

"Excuse me..." I shyly called out. Social anxiety was taking over at the wrong time.

The girl looked up and blushed at the sight of someone watching her. I held in a gag and watched BTS mumble excuses and saying that "they weren't that close".

I shook my head slowly and tuned out the laughing and joking around. It hurt to see that my best friends had already found better and bigger groups of friends. The group didn't even notice my retreating form into the shared room of Jungkook and I. Being closest in age with the maknae made the relationship between the two of us quite stable, that is, until now.

Feeling the urge to run, I quickly began packing my suitcase and didn't notice the presence of Jimin approach me.

"(Y/n)..."

I yelped in surprise and acquired a martial arts pose. Seeing that it was Jimin, I let out a resigned sigh and dropped my arms.

"What?" My response sounded harsher than expected.

Jimin let out an exasperated sigh, as if I had been causing trouble. "You know what. I told you, you're our best friend."

"Mhm."

I needed to run. I didn't know where. But I did. I quickly tried to run past Jimin but his agility and speed caught me off guard. He gripped my arm harshly and I nearly yelled in pain.

His eyebrows crumpled in confusion and suddenly his eyes widened. I turned away in fear as he pushed up the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

Laying there were 5 cuts. There were some fresh ones and some not so fresh ones. But they all meant the same thing.

"(Y/n), no no no no, why?!" Jimin's voice cracked and pain and it was hard not to pull away from him and run.

"Jimin, you know why. I didn't know what else to do. You don't know what goes on in my life besides you guys too."

The male simply stared in sadness and at the moment of weakness, I bolted out of the dorm, refusing to look at the other 6 members on the couch.

I heard yelling and shouting, and within seconds, BTS was running right after me. I looked back for a moment before carelessly crossing the street.

Cliche, right? Exactly.

I couldn't see the car coming straight for me.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I couldn't move, feel, or see anything. However, my ears seemed to work just fine.

The last thing I remembered was BTS singing.

"Thank you for letting me be me. Your unique calamity saves me."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP-

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