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enkas-illusion · 9 months

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Under The Mistletoe

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader

Rating: SFW / Fluff

Genre/Theme: Friends to lovers; non-titan au

Content warning: fluff, teasing, language.

Summary: A series of unfortunate events that lead up to a memorable Christmas Eve at the Jaegers’ house with your close friends.

Author's Note: Hello, here’s a short fluffy friend to lovers one-shot with my fav 2D man. Merry Christmas! Thank you for reading <3

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Mistletoe by Justin Bieber

“Yo, you home?” you speak into your phone’s speaker without waiting for a greeting from his end.

“Yes…?” Eren answers.

“Busy?”

“Nope.”

“K. Come to my place.”

“Cool,” he cuts the call. You place your phone on the sofa before moving the mess, that would soon transform into your Christmas decorations, out of the way. As you clear the floor of all the stray pieces and tiny ornaments, you place the tiny chair near the tall tree in your living room while waiting for your best friend’s arrival.

You hear the doorbell ring about 15 minutes later and rush to open it. You greet Eren with a wide grin as you move to the side to let him in. He takes off his shoes near the door as he enters the living room.

“So, what do you need me for, madam?” He asks as he takes off his mufflers and scarf, tossing them on the sofa.

“Ouch… do you think so little of me to assume I only call you over when I need something from you?” you fake gasp.

“If you have to ask, you already know the answer dummy,” he pinches your nose before walking to the undecorated tree, deciphering the reason you’d called him over. “For this? You’re far better than I am at this arts and crafts shit.”

“Well, I cannot reach the top even with the tallest chair I own… call it the perks of being the taller friend, I’ll always think of you for such things,” you smile at him before blowing him a dramatic kiss.

“Sure,” he rolls his eyes as you lean down to the tree to start with the bottom half of the decorations. Eren sits next to you, playing with one of the tiny red stockings he picks up, “A friend in need is a friend indeed.”

“A best friend who makes cinnamon rolls cause she knows how much you love them is a friend indeed,” you try to imitate his voice, resulting in a terrible imitation.

His ears perk up at your comment nonetheless, completely ignoring the teasing tone and only focusing on what really matters.

“Did you really?!” he asks, excited like a puppy when he hears someone say ‘treat’.

“Yes… There's still about 10 minutes left though. It’s in the oven,” you say as you point to the tree, “So you should probably hurry up.”

“What a meanie!” he huffs as he fiddles with the ornaments, decorating them on the tree. You laugh as you begin working on the other side at a quicker pace than he does.

A few moments pass by before you hear his voice again, “This tree is so unnecessarily tall… You know, mum said you could just come to our house to celebrate the holidays when I told her you couldn’t go home because of work.”

“That’s so sweet of her… but I still wanted my apartment to look like it’s the holiday season. If I can’t go home this year, the least I can do is recreate some of the warmth and Christmas feels here.”

“Awww, is that why you called me? Cause I’m the star that lights up your whole world?” he says as he holds the golden ornament over his head.

“Not sure about my world but definitely my Christmas tree,” you tease as you check the time. You get up to walk to the kitchen as Eren fixes the chair closer to the tree.

“Only tolerating your bullshit for the rolls by the way…” you hear him complain behind you. You put the oven mitt on as you pull out the batch of fresh cinnamon rolls. You carefully place the pan on the counter, evenly pouring the sugar syrup over the buns.

Your body jerks involuntarily when you hear a loud shriek from the living room. Your heartbeat picks up pace erratically as you run out the kitchen to see what had happened. You find Eren lying on the floor, his right hand holding his left forearm tightly. He writhes in pain when he tries to move his left wrist.

“Ren, what happened?” you panic as you run to his side as you help him stand up. He doesn’t need to explain however – you see the chair with a broken leg lying next to the tree.

“Ugh– Careful,” he hisses as you try to help him straighten his wrist.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea the chair would break… does it hurt a lot, I’m so so sorry Eren, if I knew I wouldn’t have asked–” your shaky voice breaks, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I’d rather have me fall from a broken chair than you,” he gives you half a smile but it’s so sincere that it makes you want to cry even more.

“Let me get the first-aid kit,” you sniffle but before you can rush to get the kit, Eren rests his right hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Get the car keys instead, I think I’m gonna need a little bit stronger than pain relief spray,” he says calmly. On the inside, he’s freaking out, but he doesn’t let it show since he did not want you to panic even further.

Your expressions distort to the point where it looks like you’re in more agony than the man who just fell from a chair. You nod frantically as you go to grab your keys before hurrying out the door to get him to a hospital.

~~~

“Sign it,” he says as he sees you walking into the hospital room where the nurse is fixing a cast around his forearm and wrist, “after all, the artist needs to sign their artwork.”

Eren shows little to no signs of discomfort and you wonder if he’s a psychopath or it’s simply the painkillers working. You open the water bottle before handing it to him as you give another apologetic look – the hundredth one in the last hour since the accident.

“I’m kidding! I’m all good!” He reassures you as he raises the arm up once the nurse is done fixing the cast.

“It’s better to rest for at least 6 weeks if you want to heal properly,” the nurse interjects plainly.

“That long? It’s just a hairline fracture right?” he asks her, confused.

“You still need proper rest Eren!” you scold him as you take his phone, the bag of medicines and water bottle in your hands, not wanting him to carry anything at all.

“I’m fine! This is nothing!” he chuckles, cupping your cheek with his free hand to reassure you. You bring your hand up to his, pulling it away before intertwining your fingers with his.

“Is that all?” you ask the nurse with concern and she nods. “Thank you,” you sigh as you lead Eren out the room.

“The bill?” he asks as you walk out the hallway.

“Paid it already,” you reply.

“I’ll pay you back later, yeah?” he says as you get to the car.

“No, don’t. It’s my fault...” you murmur timidly as you drop his hand to open the door for him.

“Hey… it’s not. I love how much you care about me but please don’t worry so much,” he speaks, holding your hand once again, squeezing it gently.

“But I feel so bad,” you pout as you move your fingers lightly over his cast with your other hand before looking up at him with sadness in your eyes.

He headbutts you playfully, causing you to finally laugh as he says softly, “Give me all the cinnamon rolls and we’ll call it even.”

~~~

Eren wasn’t kidding about the cinnamon rolls – especially now that he had the golden ticket to get you to make as many as he wanted. Usually, you’d only make it occasionally or if he was upset with you after some silly argument and you wanted to suggest a truce temporarily.

So when you arrive at his place in the afternoon, with a container that doesn’t have any cinnamon rolls, 3 days later on Christmas eve, he acts like a bratty child who had been denied his favourite treat.

“Eren! This soup’s better for you. I’m not gonna let you binge on another whole batch of cinnamon rolls!” you speak sternly.

“I don’t recall asking for healthy shit. My mood’s craving cinnamon rolls!” Eren slaps his right hand on the table exaggeratedly.

“I cannot believe how childish you’re being. Where’s your mum? She’ll support me…” you shake your head.

“Carla’s out shopping for presents. I’m afraid you’re going to have to deal with him on your own,” you hear a voice and turn your head to look at Eren’s father entering the house.

The crease on your forehead that had formed while talking to Eren melts away when you greet his father, “Mr. Jaeger, good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon. Is my son bothering you too much?” he asks and you see Eren turn red out of embarrassment.

“Not at all,” you chuckle, “There’s no tantrum of his that I can’t handle.”

“Good. I assume you’re staying for dinner, yes?” Grisha asks politely.

“Yes. So are Mikasa and Armin, they might arrive anytime soon,” you reply, the polite smile fixed on your face.

“Great!” He nods before turning to scold his son, “Eren, don’t trouble the poor girl.”

Eren shakes his head before his father excuses himself to get to his room, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Poor girl? You’re so creepily formal with my parents. They think you’re the model child and I'm the one who corrupts you… even after all these years!” he snorts.

“Well… I am innocent,” you bat your eyelashes at him, “You’re the devil here.”

He rolls his eyes at you before leaning forward and opening his mouth, motioning you to feed him the soup.

“Your right hand’s fine! Drink it yourself.”

“This is the least you can do,” he says with puppy eyes, waving his cast up in front of your face.

“Ugh… fineee,” you take the spoon, blowing on the hot soup gently before feeding it to him.

When Armin and Mikasa arrive about an hour later, Eren goes into heavy, exaggerated details while telling the two about how he got the injury.

“... And then this one cried like a baby… more than I did,” he jokes, pointing your way.

“I was actually crying that my favourite chair of all time broke,” you shoot back dryly.

“Lies, you guys know she’s in denial about how much she loves me, right…? Anyway, the doc said it’ll be another 3 months at least before I’m healed completely.”

“What a drama queen, you’ll be fine in a month’s time!” you narrow your eyes at him.

“You guys bicker like an old married couple,” Armin notes and Mikasa nods in agreement. You’re pretty sure he’s teasing you too but he doesn’t follow it up with a laugh as if it's a serious statement, making you blush awkwardly as you try to avoid Eren’s gaze actively.

Despite Eren constantly teasing you throughout the night, it’s a peaceful celebration nonetheless. When Grisha and Carla retire to their bedroom after wishing your group ‘a jolly Christmas’ shortly after midnight strikes, the four of you gather around in the living room to exchange your secret santa gifts.

When you get a new set of oven mitts, a mini speaker and a perfume you’d been waiting to be restocked since forever with a note that read ‘Couldn’t decide which one was the best option so consider yourself lucky to get a genie like myself’, you jump up to give Eren a big hug while being careful not to bump into his wrist.

“Was it that obvious?’ he laughs.

“We never could’ve figured out the perfume one,” Mikasa giggles. Your eyes meet Eren’s and you feel your heart skip a beat as you eyes stray to his plump lips for a split second – brushing away the very inappropriate thought you just had about your best friend.

You quickly move away as you change the topic and get Mikasa and Armin to open their gifts. It’s obvious they got each other based on the gifts they'd received.

Eren is the last to open his mystery present. You feel nervous, suddenly second-guessing your entire decision. However, it dissolves just as soon as it arrives when you see Eren’s jaw drop at your gift.

“Holy shit! This might as well be the best gift I’ve received in a while,” his eyes gleam at the signed manga copy by his favourite mangaka Hajime Isayama.

“It better be! Took a lot of eff–” you smack your hand over your mouth mid-sentence at spoiling your own identity as his secret santa.

He smiles softly, hugging you as he teases, “Thanks Sherlock, it would’ve been so hard to figure out who it was!”

“Oh wait a min–,” you look around the sofa to find the other package you’d gotten him. You leave his side to get the tiny gift, handing it to him with a playful grin. He raises an eyebrow at you as he unwraps it. He lets out a chuckle when he pulls out the tiny cinnamon roll crochet plushie and bursts out laughing when he reads your note with it – ‘This should last you a long time, stop asking me for another batch already!’

“Never,” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in tighter as you stumble in place, feeling the vibrations of his torso caused by his laughter. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your ear before letting go, your skin tingling with warmth at the gesture.

“Oh! Before I forget… mum knitted sweaters for all of you guys,” Eren grins proudly. All three of you basically pounce on Eren excitedly when he returns with the sweaters in one hand.

He hands you yours the last and it's your favourite colour. “Told mum to use that specifically,” he confesses, half-whispering so that only you can hear him.

You bite your lip and lower your head to keep yourself from smiling too hard. It's moments like these that have you feeling as if the platonic line in your friendship gets tangled with the romantic one.

Eren Jaeger could bully you to death, within his rights as your best friend, but then he'll randomly do something so sweet that it makes you awfully aware of the growing crush you have on him.

“Thank you,” you smile when you look up and your eyes meet. Eren believes that this smile could be the only thing to melt him if he were a block of ice.

At that moment, he wants nothing more than to squeeze your stupid face and kiss you to his heart's content. He feels a pang in his chest – the intense desire of his crush on you fighting against the rational part of his brain not wanting to spoil your friendship.

When you suggest watching a random Christmas movie, everyone cuddles together on the sofa like birds do on a cold morning. You don't remember most of it since you fall asleep halfway through the first movie itself. Since you fell asleep with your head on Eren's lap, he didn't dare move till the morning – he gladly accepted his fate as your pillow.

Maybe it was something in the air urging him to do something but when he saw the way you peacefully rested on him, he felt an intense need of wanting to protect and cherish you forever. Right there, he made his decision – he was going to confess his feelings to you. His love deserved a fair shot. Besides, he figured he'd simply call it a joke and move on if things didn't go his way.

~~~

Your slumber breaks when you hear soft whispers calling out your name. You feel the shuffling movement of your head being lifted up before being placed back down on a soft surface.

“Hmm?” You speak groggily as you sit up, rubbing your eyes as you sense Eren walking away. You check your phone and it’s just quarter to 5 in the morning. You're about to go back to sleep when you hear his voice again, along with footsteps pacing around from one end of the hallway to the other.

“Come here,” you hear Eren’s voice beckoning you from the passage leading up to his room. You want to go back to sleep but get up despite it when you remember he has a broken wrist and might need your help with something. You quietly tip-top to follow his voice, not wanting to wake up your other two friends who are splayed over the sofa, still deep asleep.

“Hey, what's up?” You speak softly when you look around in the dim light of his room to find him. You turn around when you hear the door close behind you.

“Merry Christmas,” Eren grins, standing just a foot away from you, holding a badly plucked green branch tied with a red ribbon over your heads with his free hand.

“Merry Christmas– what's that?” you mumble as your eyes fix on his hand to observe it closely. It's a Mistletoe – your eyebrows furrow as you look down to his face, expecting an explanation to be written over it.

You feel your heartbeat picking up its pace against your chest. You know what this means yet you can’t believe it entirely. You don't want to make a fool out of yourself by assuming something only for it to be one of his stupid pranks.

You think he's about to headbutt you like he usually does, but he catches you by surprise when he simply rests his forehead against yours.

“You know what this means?” he breathes as he brings his hand down to hold the mistletoe in the space between your bodies.

This is it! He's asking you to kiss him!!!

Still wanting to play it safe, despite his blatant hints, you nod your head as you speak, “This means I give you a bone-crushing hug.”

His eyes narrow at you as he pulls back, “No… what a chicken. Kiss me.”

Your heart flutters, yet you try to play it cool and tease him further, “What a baby.”

You wrap your hand around his neck to pull his face down to your level. He obliges and you place two fingers to his chin to turn his face to the side. You lean in to kiss him on his left cheek.

He lets out a soft chuckle as he imitates you, kissing you on your left cheek in return. You giggle as you give him another peck on his right cheek next, resulting in him repeating you once again.

Then comes the forehead and you have to stand on your toes to do it. He leans down to kiss your forehead, you're pretty sure he was about to joke about it but he doesn’t break the intensity of the moment.

Your heart feels like it's almost about to burst out of your chest when you kiss the tip of his nose, followed by his chin, giggling nervously.

You close your eyes in anticipation, expecting the touch of his lips on the same spots on your face but it never arrives. Instead, your breathing halts abruptly when you feel his lips land on your lips.

You pull back quickly and open your eyes to scan his face for any signs of mischief. Instead you’re met with the softest expression, displaying nothing but a kind adoration for you. He brings your hand up to place it on his cheek, smiling at you, encouraging you to dare.

Without wasting another second, you cup his face with both your hands as you pull him down for a kiss. He smiles into the kiss and you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours.

Your legs feel giddy and your thoughts feel intoxicated by Eren’s sweet caresses. His free hand is wrapped around your waist firmly and even as you kiss him, you’re cautious about his cast, trying not to accidentally touch his left arm.

You pull away from his touch hastily when you hear the doorknob twist. You both stand next to each other, staring at Armin with a half-perplexed and half-embarrassed look on your face.

“I can’t seem to fi– oh,” he stops when he looks at both of your faces, his half-lidded sleepy eyes suddenly alert. Armin has always been a smart guy – which right about now is making you and Eren look like two deers caught in headlights.

Armin raises his eyebrows, the grin on his face growing wider. “Don’t forget to lock the door,” he mumbles as he simply turns back around before closing the door behind him, leaving you and Eren alone once again.

Eren’s quick to lock the door before turning around to lean against it, signalling you to come closer with the motion of his fingers. You roll your eyes but follow him regardless, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your face on his chest.

Your hand moves to his pec, feeling around for his heartbeat before resting it there completely. You close your eyes and you soak into the warmth of his body as your best friend/lover places soft kisses on the top of your head.

Your heart flutters again, filled with happiness to the brim, making you wish you could trap time in a bottle to seal this moment with you forever.

~fin~

#erensbirdie #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot x you #aot smut #aot #eren yeager #eren jaeger

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y0urlittl3ang3l · 2 years

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Lloyd Garmadon Headcanons lmao, because I’m literally going insane

Lloyd uses He/Him pronouns but doesn’t mind other pronouns

Lloyd doesn’t forgive Misako, at all, he’s resentful towards her and screams the lyrics to ‘I hate my mom’ all the time and especially in her vicinity

I personally think that he would have a Japanese name that would only be used by Garmadon if it was a serious situation. And that name would be Katsuro, which means the victory of the son. Very fitting if you ask me

Thanks to his oni and dragon blood I think he would age a little slower than normal humans would like maybe 3 years slower than his peers.

Over the years he’s gained lots of scars on his body but his most noticeable ones are probably the large one of his face that goes from the top right of his forehead to his left cheek(from an the volcano incident, as in as Kai was on his way towards Lloyd a rock fell and slashed his face), many on his hands from many different things(burns from forgetting to put in oven mitts, scars from scabs being picked at over and over again with his constant scratches, accidentally cutting his palm open trying to help Zane cook, etc.) and some on his forearms from more scratching

His eye color is red but when he’s using his energy powers they glow green and when he’s using his oni powers(or is just really pissed) his eyes glow purple

He has a long tail, horns, elf like ears, along with vampire like fangs

He uses make up, sometimes it’s just a little bit and other times he does a bit more🤷‍♀️ he’s very simple with his make up

He’s just been growing his hair out for a years, and it’s pretty long so Nya likes to help him put it in ponytails and braids

He has anxiety shivers

I, personally, think that he’s pretty fucking tall because of his dna and he stands at 6’3(192 cm) and is taller than all the other ninja except for Zane

He has a playlist to correlate to his moods, his sad playlist is the longest one out of them all..one song that shows up is ‘worthless by eli’

Like his father he is bisexual

I like to headcanon that during the time that Lloyd got hit by the tomorrows tea he was like 12/13 years old physically

^^he also bit the ninja(specifically Jay) lmao

He has a special desk with a big mirror in the room he and the ninja share because he obviously needs space to do his makeup

The other ninja(Cole and Zane)drag him to therapy with them every other Saturday

He’s a little gremlin who likes doing what he’s told not to, so now he plays BL games out of spite and plays the dialogue extra loud around the other ninjas, turns it up more during the sex scenes

He has a monthly thing where he just forces the others to watch titanic with him because the plot is everything(he definitely doesn’t just watch it because Jack and Rose are beautiful people that enchant him)

He plays Minecraft and Genshin Impact, and has an unhealthy obsession with Itto, Zhongli and Raiden Ei.

He’s legitimately the most flexible out of all the ninja and he always wins Twister to the dismay of Kai and Jay

He really likes to paint, so whenever he has free time he paints while the others watch him in awe

He has a beautiful singing voice, but he hates karaoke and won’t do it, which annoys the others to bits because everyone deserves to hear his angelic voice

He gets really nervous when he’s pressed/pinned to/against walls so he tries to ‘ease the tension’ by saying stupid shit like “A-Are we about to kiss?” Or “ You know now that we’re really close right now..you’re kinda pretty/hot.”

He curses like a sailor

He craves physical touch, but he’s also like repulsed by it so now he just sulks around, the only people who don’t repulse him are his father, Uncle and the other ninja

All the ninja are like his protective older siblings, Kai being the most protective out of them all

Snakes don’t scare him, he just despises them

He absolutely despises Harumi, like if he could kill her, he would. And he also had a picture of her in his room, which he throws darts and knives at when he’s angry

Also because of Harumi he’s prejudice against all princesses

He’s a shipper, and he ships the other ninja together hardcore. His OTPs are Nya x Jay, Kai x Cole, and Zane x Pixal

He has feminine hips

He’s worn things like corsets before because he thought they were pretty cool

Because of his dragon side he has a heat cycle and gets it once every 6 months, it always leads to him being out of commission

After he had to banish his father he kept a lot of his father’s things inside his and the ninja’s shared room

He cried when he first saw that Harumi’s ritual failed and instead brought his real father back, and not like Harumi said

After his father came back from the departed realm, Lloyd slept in his rooms for weeks because he was scared that he would disappear when he woke up, and just wanted to make sure he wasn’t dreaming

Did mention that Garmadon taught him how to use makeup

#ninjago headcanons #lloyd garmadon #ninjago garmadon #ninjago #harumi #misako is a bad mom #i love lloyd with all my heart dude #kai smith #jay walker #zane ninjago #cole brookstone #nya smith

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sparatus · 1 year

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🍇 because your food descriptions are so ghibli-like

that is the greatest compliment i could ever receive thank you

snippet asks

🍇 share a snippet with food(or the palpable lack of food)

went looking for a longer one specifically to fit that compliment. from The Weight of Memory ch1 [read on ao3]:

Valis was already picking through Des’s little herb garden on the counter when [Saren] walked in. She flicked one mandible in acknowledgment. “You hear from Nihlus?” He hobbled over to the kitchen table and pulled out the nearest chair to sink down into. He hoped they got the new leg built soon, only having one hand available was going to drive him insane. “Every night.” He undid the wrist strap and propped the crutch up next to him, then sat back in the chair, idly rubbing at his wrist. “We watch vids and play games, sometimes, if his connection is stable enough. Mostly, we just talk.” Valis thrummed understanding. Of course she did, she and Des had had their fair share of being long-distance over the years. Still did, with Desolas being a general and getting sent to work his charismatic magic on troops all across the stars. “He doing alright? Des said he was in a bad state.” Saren clicked his mandibles. “Better, now that I’m out of the hospital, but he’s… shaken. He didn’t want to leave, but I insisted. He…” His mandibles moved in and out slowly, remembering the sunken eyes and tense posture Nihlus had worn the last time he’d seen him. He needed time to recover, too, psychologically if not physically, and he hadn’t been allowing himself any. He’d argued, of course, and Saren would be lying if he said he didn’t want him to stay there with him, but as much as it hurt to send him away, it was killing him that much faster to watch Nihlus swallow back his own stress for the sake of not upsetting Saren. “He needed to go home.” Valis nodded along, padding over to check the temperature on the roast. Any turian worth their teeth preferred their meat rare, but with Lucipius still being only eight, they had to be careful. “Everyone’s shaken,” she commented, grabbing a mismatched pair of oven mitts off the counter. “Been hearin’ from people who ain’t reached out in years. Nobody knows what to do when a Titan falls.” She said it so calmly, so matter-of-factly, that Saren almost didn’t process it at first. Then one mandible twitched as the word wormed its way in, and he had to stop and stare. Titan. Was that really what they all thought of him? He certainly didn’t feel like one, sitting in his brother’s kitchen in a loose band shirt and old cargo pants. Titans were people like Desolas, burning bright and strong and inspiring everyone to follow them to something better than themselves. He was strong, yes, unstoppable on the battlefield, but a force of nature was no Titan. Maybe he might have believed himself a god, once upon a time, but he knew better now. Holy things didn’t grow old and retire; he’d only ever been a man. If Valis realized what she’d said, she made no indicator, just calmly taking the roast out of the oven and setting it on the counter. The air swam before Saren's eyes as the rich, honey-drenched scent flooded the kitchen and elbowed everything else out of the way. He leaned forward in his chair, sniffing deeply. Valis chuffed. "Uh-huh. Should taste better'n it smells. Wanted somethin' special for you lot to come home to." She started sprinkling herbs over the roast, her claws clicking together with every little rub of her fingers. Saren settled back and leaned an arm on the table, closing his eyes to savor the scent, and – “So, when were you two planning on telling me Harper’s back?” His eyes snapped back open. There was an edge to her voice, something in her subvocals he couldn’t quite name. Uh-oh. He froze, watching her patiently pull a carving knife out of the block, trying to decide how best to answer. They had, in fact, barely discussed it at all – Desolas had asked him you know we can’t tell Valis, right?, he’d agreed, and that had been that. Valis had been through enough at Shanxi, and Des didn’t want to reopen old wounds. He was taking too long, evidently, because Valis sighed as the knife touched the meat. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she grumbled.

#press conference #korblez #ierian's writing

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medea10 · 2 years

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My Review of Kaguya-sama: Love is War - Ultra Romantic

Season One Review

Season Two Review

Let the mind games begin…again, again!

Will it be Miyuki? Will it be Kaguya? Or will we go through another season of the same old song and dance?

HISTORY: Love is war! The first one to admit love is seen as weak and is thus deemed the loser in this fight. That reigns true in the minds of student body president Miyuki Shirogane and student body vice president Kaguya Shinomiya. Both of them are mad for one another, they just won’t admit it. So, Miyuki and Kaguya play mind games with one another to see if they can make the other crumble. In a war with many wins and losses, who will be the first one to admit their feelings for the other? But the mind games expand to other areas and with other members of the student council like supporting members Ishigami, Chika, and Miko. But when it comes to the passion for each other category, Kaguya and Miyuki are still the main focus. Who will win? Who will lose?

PREVIOUSLY ON KAGUYA-SAMA: Right in the first episode of this season, we get several callbacks to the finale to season two including Kaguya getting a smart phone, the previous OP sequence, and even the school being blown away because of a giant balloon. But the school was put back to its foundation and we are ready to start this third season. This season is more of the same you got in the first 2 seasons. Mind games, Miyuki being a bad singer, Hayasaka being intrusive, more mind games, and Chika still being best girl.

LICENSE: Watching this anime has been a chore in the past. The first season was easy as Crunchyroll had it available. Season two on the other hand was more difficult as FUNimation had its mitts all over it and it was hard for me and a whole-lot of other people to watch. Thank goodness for that merger because as we all know; Crunchyroll is superior in streaming.

A LITTLE CHANGE: There’s been a little, baby change that’s probably not that noticeable to people. Miyuki’s dub voice changed from time-to-time. During the recording of this season, Miyuki’s voice actor Aaron Dismuke had to take some time off from voicing due to vocal cord strain. And probably during his bout with Covid as well! But the replacement is more of a stand-in.

*Miyuki’s stand-in voice is Clifford Chapin (known for Bakugo on My Hero Academia, Connie on Attack on Titan, Touya on Cardcaptor Sakura: CC, Cabba on DB Super, Langris on Black Clover, and Hamazura on Railgun/Index)

SHIPPING:

I know I should be talking about Miyuki and Kaguya as they are the main ship of the series. But there were several moments this season that had me wondering about Ishigami. I’m guessing he and Miko are going to keep hating each other. But then we get the return of Tsubame. She was part of the cheer squad in season two that supported Ishigami. And yes, we get a confirmation that Ishigami indeed has a crush on her. He got his wish of spending some alone time with her during the school’s culture festival. But he inadvertently gave her a cookie in the shape of a heart and that lead to a misunderstanding of a confession. You know what? After witnessing what Ishigami had to endure during middle school, he deserves all the happiness in the world. So, I’m praying that Tsubame doesn’t break his heart or at least gives him a chance. Our boy deserves to be happy!

We also get a little more with Kaguya’s second cousin Maki. Let’s just say she messed with Kaguya’s mind when it came to Ishigami and Miyuki. But she almost caused a wedge between the token couple of the series Nagisa and Tsubasa. You know, that one couple that’s all lovey-dovey every time you see them. Okay, Maki needs to sit her cock-blocking ass down.

Now for the big one! It’s been clear that both Miyuki and Kaguya like one another and play mind games with each other to try and get the other to confess their feelings. This season it goes a little further as both are determined to say something. Kaguya admitted to Hayasaka that she likes the president and Miyuki set a deadline to tell Kaguya. You know what, I’ll describe all the good and juicy bits when I discuss the ending. I’m just going to say that I support this ship and the final episodes made me quite satisfied.

BEST RAP MOMENT: Enough said, the Chika/Miyuki rap performance was out of this world.

You know my weakness with anime characters rapping. Let me just add something to this. I thought it was a really good idea to have Miyuki rap instead of ever hearing him sing again. Let’s just say there are rappers that are great at what they do, they’re just terrible at singing. And if you don’t believe me, listen to a Biz Markie song.

SPECIAL: Some time before the third season began, we got an OVA. Usually, OVA’s are notorious for fan service and we got plenty of that with vivid imaginations, a porno mag, and a Food Wars knock-off. I’m just going to say that I felt uncomfortable watching part of this special. Chalk that up to Ishigami’s imagination. I wasn’t expecting the animators to animate a naked shower scene with the girls, but it still happened. But watching Miyuki and Ishigami when they see a nudie magazine, they acted like I knew they would.

ENDING: At the halfway mark to this season, we get an interesting revelation. As Miyuki and Kaguya are both upperclassmen, thinking about their futures is going to be on their minds more often than not. And while Kaguya expressed interest in continuing her education at the university this school has, Miyuki set his sights on a little college nestled in Palo Alto, California. Stanford, it’s Stanford. Miyuki realizes the time-crunch he’s put himself in and has vowed to express his feelings to Kaguya if she won’t.

Meanwhile with Kaguya, she actually admits to Hayasaka that she likes Miyuki. Flat out likes him! But she struggles with the inner workings of her mind and if the president will say if he likes her as a friend or truly likes her. But one thing is for certain, both Kaguya and Miyuki have high intentions of confessing to one another during the culture festival currently running. Will either of them make good with that declaration of love?

Well then, it’s time for the school’s culture festival. Next to field trips, culture festivals are the prime setting for new love in an anime. And everyone in the student council has their own ulterior motive. All except for Chika, she just wants to enjoy and have fun. Miko wants to have a giant bon fire on the final night. Ishigami wants to spend some time alone with his crush Tsubame. And Miyuki and Kaguya want to confess to each other! We get an interesting addition in the war of love as Chika’s younger sister Moeha visits and announces she has a crush on Miyuki. Chika and her sisters just cause so much trouble. Whatever, Chika is still best girl!

Trouble rears its ugly head when Ishigami gave Tsubame a giant heart-shaped cookie and she and everyone around mistook this cute gesture as a love confession. This little gesture could fuck up many other lives. Ishigami is not aware of his actions and this could come back and bite him in the ass. Worst of all, if he gets his heart broke by Tsubame, this could dampen the mood for Miyuki and Kaguya. They don’t intend to spend the final day of the festival consoling a shattered Ishigami when they could be hooking up finally. Ishigami of course doesn’t realize what he said and did to Tsubame was going to be misinterpreted so he’s just blissfully walking around like normal.

Miyuki and Kaguya found some time together checking out different things at the culture festival. It was actually cute at many moments, especially when they were getting a love fortune read. But then Miyuki dropped the bombshell on Kaguya and hard. He got an acceptance letter to Stanford University and is going to Palo Alto a year early. That means this is his final culture festival and Kaguya will spend her final year of high school without the president. The news shocked Kaguya on the inside but was able to put up a cool front with Miyuki. So, are we going to finally see a dual confession from these two during the culture festival? These festivals are notorious for confessions of the romantic persuasion.

Going back to Ishigami and Tsubame for a second, Ishigami did eventually realize that what he said could be interpreted as a confession of love. But there was thankfully a back-track and more misunderstandings. I think Ishigami will get his answer when Tsubame graduates. For now, Ishigami is still one piece and no one has to be there to pick up the shattered pieces. Please, next arc to this story, give this boy a break. Back to the main couple in question! Not everything was going according to plan for Kaguya. She had a plan for spending some quality time with the president. But Miyuki was no where to be found! Miyuki planned for this night to go off perfectly by having Kaguya meet him at the clock tower and have absolutely no interruptions from anyone like Iino, Ishigami, or Chika. ESPECIALLY CHIKA! So, he came up with the guise of a festival phantom so Chika could be busy with that. Miyuki planted calling cards as a lot of items went missing. Chika bought it hook, line, and sinker. OKAY, CONFESSION NOW, PLEASE, RIGHT?!

The end result of Miyuki’s ultimate plan was one of the cutest moments in anime rom-com history as the duo is surrounded by heart-shaped balloons at the top of the clock tower. Miyuki asked Kaguya to go to Stanford with him. Kaguya gave Miyuki a great big smooch on the lips. It was perfection! Chika didn’t catch on, Ishigami didn’t have a foul mood to bring everyone down, Iino enjoyed herself, the school enjoyed themselves, and everything was a success. Post-festival, Kaguya was on cloud 9 after the kiss and Miyuki was freaking out. But the end result is no one said “I love you” and yet…they’re holding hands.

Today’s winner: The audience!

Loved this ending! Loved that Miyuki and Kaguya did something impulsive and still remain so cool on the outside! Now let’s see how this upcoming movie will handle the next round of trials for these love-birds. As of November of 2022, the Kaguya-sama manga has reached its conclusion. So, there should be more Kaguya-sama anime…I hope! As I have not read any of the manga, I’m only speculating what would come next in terms of the story. Does Kaguya get permission from her father to go to school in America? Does Ishigami get together with Tsubame when she graduates? I’m leaning towards no on that one, but I think he’d get something from her like a kiss or something. I guess we’ll find out with the manga’s ending and the upcoming movie that’s going to hit Japan. Not entirely sure when we in the U.S. will get it, but it’ll be faster than normal since they said they’ll air it on TV after airing in theaters. That’s promising.

And what’s even more amazing…the trolls on MAL left the score to this alone (for a while at least). As most of us are well aware, ANY ANIME that has a higher score than Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood on My Anime List’s website, fanatic fans come from nowhere and suicide-bomb that score so it stays lower. Dude, FMA is one of my favorite animes of all time. But come on, this is fucking ridiculous! Leave others alone! Let Gintama, Your Name, Fruits Basket: Final Season, and Kaguya-sama have their praise, they’ve earned it.

I’m always down for more Kaguya-sama, whatever it may be. I am concerned as I heard “someone” in the manga got freaky. I think you all know who I’m referring to if you’ve read the manga. And I can only imagine Kaguya’s facial expression when hearing some freaky things. The girl has been so repressed. But aside from what I’m thinking is going to go down in the upcoming projects, I always give my stamp of approval for Kaguya-sama and for anyone interested in a good rom-com anime.

If you would like to check out this or any other season of Kaguya-sama, Crunchyroll and FUNimation have nearly every episode available for streaming and in several different languages. Hulu has the series too, but only season one currently. Some OVA’s might not be available anywhere yet.

#anime review #kaguya-sama: love is war #kaguya shinomiya #miyuki shirogane #yuu ishigami #chika fujiwara #ai hayasaka #maki shijo #tsubame koyasu

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anthonybialy · 2 months

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Measured Cussing

Learning to not shriek would be appreciated by everyone else at the supermarket. The lack of excessive cursing if they’re out of those cheese curds you like is part of becoming an adult. Remaining calm is important beyond while encountering spiders. Slightly less creepy creatures don’t deserve an emotional response, either. Donald Trump might seem worthy of an outburst. But reacting as he wants has been his only source of victory.

A golden black hole doesn’t just feed off misery. Trump is a a Star Trek foe whose shields become stronger with every absorbed phaser blast. But the lesson is to respond to ridiculous nastiness with measured sighing. A professional pouter’s useful lesson is naturally inadvertent.

The self-parody of a smirking ‘80s movie villain business jerk really is a unique threat. But his skittish opponents exaggerate the threat in the same sense their bête noire overstates the size of his currency pile. A ranter with nothing to rant about might be a lunkheaded charlatan and not a white supremacist fascist just like how a tantrum by proxy in the Capitol may not be an insurrection.

Democrats wonder why nobody heeds their harangues when someone sane comes along. The brief glorious fantasy where Ron DeSantis put the cult in their place was pre-empted by liberals intent on demonizing the levelheaded governor whose state keeps gaining electoral votes despite allegedly serving as a book-burning Mickey Mouse-puncher.

Stop calling nice people the worst monsters in existence’s history. It itself is not nice. Mitt Romney is cordial to the point of being inoffensive. A current senator is personally as bland as his views. But daring to think federal spending should perhaps not increase at its present rate will lead to being called a cancer-spreading enemy of humanity by those who have hyperbole as their brand instead of useful products.

Sanctimonious liberals couldn’t accept the other side simply prefers a different approach. The alternative is actually based in the Constitution and results, I may add. Foes of creating prosperity without expecting an executive order to make it happen are open-minded when it comes to anyone who agrees with everything they believe. See, they’re the only tolerant ones, so they don’t have to tolerate you.

Figuring how to cope with Trump is a perpetual issue that should’ve been ditched decades ago. Permanent suckers had at least eight years to learn how full of it their idol is if they’re obsessed with politics and about half a century if they’re familiar with carnival barkers trying to pass themselves off as entrepreneurial titans.

Like any elderly brat, Trump doesn’t care about the nature of attention as long as he’s getting it. Lickspittles still think he’s a burly embodiment of truth-telling as he tells them whatever they want to hear. Meanwhile, the feeble brute’s sworn enemies flail with horror just like he likes. The best bipartisan plan is to shrug at the freak show.

Planning’s never worked out before. One would think their unhinged overreaction was a plot to get Republicans to nominate the only person alive who could lose to whichever burgeoning inflation specialist will serve as Joe Biden’s proxy. But the results of an ideology based on shoving demonstrate they’re incapable of thinking out the steps they’ve already taken, much less ones ahead. Printing money didn’t make everyone wealthy, which means we obviously need to print more.

Never paying attention to the lessons of fables is part of a pattern. Liberals maintain ignorance regarding the classics. The Nonbinary Child Who Cried Wolf would teach them to stop treating normal times as emergencies. Now, a sheep-devourer comes along and nobody’s listening to their alarmed flailing.

Anything’s possible except less debt. Republicans could possibly nominate a decent human at some point in the distant future. I may be a crazy dreamer, but I’d like to believe even the bitchiest lackeys will tire of following a genuine phony off a cliff. The opposition will be right back to calling the person possessed by Hitler’s ghost if it does. The figurative sensible human will be notorious for possessing the nerve to obey the Constitution. There’s not even a command to buy insurance in the alleged governing document.

Freaking about every foe as a demon is the key to righteousness. The knowledge that the other side is led by human Satan is the closest the proudly godless come to believing in good and evil. Politics is their only religion, which makes separation of church and state either tricky or simple in a streamlined way. Claiming the apocalypse is imminent makes them just like any other doomsday cult and nearly as accurate.

Remain calm. Just kidding. Constantly remaining at DEFCON-1 Red Alert shows you care about how grave the situation is. If you think whoever the most prominent present Republican is won’t destroy the republic, there’s no way to demonstrate seriousness.

The only thing worse than being governed by emotions is when they’re stupid. A thorough lack of control is inherent to the ideology from tenets to reactions. Leveling heads would lead to them no longer being liberals.

#politics #big government #Constitution #liberty

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gruncho · 1 year

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Sometime, like a decade ago, I had a dream about watching TV that was so impactful that I regularly reference it like it is a shared piece of cultural media.

In my dream, I was watching TV and there's breaking news. It's Mitt and Anne Romney (is Mitt Romney's wife's name even Anne?) They are holding a press conference. Anne Romney is sitting and looking so brave and Mitt has his hand on her shoulder supportively. They ask for the public to respect their privacy during this trying time as Anne battles with her diagnosis of Ersette's Syndrome. The Romneys thank the American public for their prayers and whatever, don't answer any reporter questions, then end the press conference.

Cut back to the studio, the newscasters are like "Anne Romney speaking publicly for the first time about her battle with Ersette's Syndrome. We'll keep you updated as the story unfolds."

That's all that's on the news that night.. Tonight's top story, Anne Romney has Ersette's Syndrome but she's fighting it. Our hearts go out to her and her family.

Further on in the news cycle, people are starting to go "wait wtf is Ersette's syndrome?" News programs are interviewing doctors asking about Anne Romney's prognosis and all the doctors are going "beats me. It must be rare, I've never heard of it."

Finally, one nightly news program has cracked the mystery of Ersette's syndrome. They are interviewing an anthropologist who explains...

Ersette's Syndrome is the acute malaise suffered exclusively by extremely wealthy individuals. The onset of Ersette's syndrome is marked by the sudden realization that there are no thrills left on the world, that the patient has seen everything there is to see, and done everything there is to do up to and including hunting humans for sport.

Romneys host another press conference exactly like before. Anne is looking so brave, and Mitt is standing behind her with his hand supportively on her shoulder, but the atmosphere of press conference is different. Reporters are shouting questions and accusations. Mitt Romney speaks with a very defensive tone.

"We didn't mislead anyone! We were very forthcoming, I don't understand why everyone is so upset. We told you she has Ersette's Syndrome. She has Ersette's Syndrome, just like we said." Reporters are asking if Anne Romney has ever hunted humans for sport, if Mitt hunted humans for sport. Anne Romney bravely dabs a tear from her eye.

Then I woke myself up laughing, and immediately texted every single detail to my bestie so I wouldn't forget.

I'm furious that I'll never write anything as apt as Ersette's Syndrome while I'm awake.

Anyways, when a bunch of rich morons managed to die on the titanic because they needed to be extra special or whatever, I told people that Ersette's Syndrome claimed more lives, and only like 2 people knew what I meant but those two people were like "damn straight."

#Ersette's #dreams

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darklcy · 3 years

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11 with Armin, with the lines 9 and 7?

super angsty i love it. will do! thanks for requesting i hope you enjoy it <3

☆ angst prompt list ☆ ◦ ☆ attack on titan masterlist ☆

→ prompt : argument + making you cry : "do not raise your fucking voice at me." : "what happened to us?"

→ pairing : armin arlert x reader | Attack on Titan

→ warnings : lots of swearing & yelling

→ word count : 1.1k

With a twist of the metal knob, the gas flame pumped up under the kettle nestled on top, the tea inside beginning to brew.

You stared at the flame with a hum, pulling out your phone to set up the timer and turning it on.

The fireplace crackled from the burning wood, filtering raw warmth inside your living room and slowly creeping towards the kitchen. A cold front had swept in overnight, coating the city in an embellishment of brisk air.

..And good thing you love the cold. Ugh. You shivered and pulled your jacket tighter over your shoulders. At least Armin would be home soon.

After long minutes of brewing, the familiar shrill scream from the kettle interrupted the peaceful silence, followed by the obnoxious beeping from your phone alarm.

Honestly, you don't know why you set it. Maybe it made you feel more secure about correct timing.

Removing the kettle with an oven mitt, you set it aside to cool before pulling out two delicate cups, ready to be poured into. You thought it'd be a nice sight to come home to, especially after being in the harsh cold.

A smile blossomed on your face when the clangs of keys turning in the keyhole broke the air, announcing Armin was home before he even stepped inside. The door popped open to reveal him bundled in winter wear, a sigh escaping him as he peeled off his layers.

"Hi, hon. Do you need help with that?"

Even though he didn't give you a response, you stepped forward and took hold of his sleeves, carefully pulling back the fabric from his body. But you frowned when he whipped his arm away from you, finishing what you started.

"No." He furrowed a brow. "Um, I can do it."

You blinked a few times. "..Okay. There's tea on the stove if you want some. I just made it."

He nodded without a word, stepping into the kitchen while tugging off his gloves. You moved to pour his glass when you noticed he didn't wait around, already disappearing into your shared bedroom.

He seemed...distant today. Though, it didn't surprise you too much. He'd been acting like this more frequently. You passed it off as work overload, but he never spoke to you about it. You trusted he'd come to you if he wanted to, but it still bothered you.

Going ahead and making your cup of tea, you were about to make his cup when his footsteps entered the room again. You gave him a brief smile before pouring the glass, picking it up and handing it to him.

"Here you go."

He mumbled a 'thanks' before taking a sip. You reached for your own drink and began gulping it down, relishing in the heat the liquid gave as you swallowed. Armin remained quiet, staring off in thought as he drank, leaning his lower back on the sink in front of you.

You sighed. "What's up?"

He shook his head. "Nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing to me."

Again, another dismiss from him. "I'm fine, [First]."

You didn't like his demeanor. His refusal to make eye contact, the fingers anxiously drumming the cup, the faint sway in his leg. Something was wrong.

"Are you sure? Because..."

He bit his lip and shut his eyes for a brief moment, as if fighting back a rebuttal. Instead, he forced himself look at you, gesturing with his hand.

"Nothing is wrong." With that, he took another swing of his tea and put it on the counter, striding out the kitchen to the living room. You immediately followed.

"You acting like this makes me believe there's something bothering you."

Armin whirled around to face you, his hands emphasizing his words.

"For fucks sake, [First] there's nothing wrong."

Your hands rested on your hips with a raise of your brows. "Well, that makes me think there is."

He held up a hand as if he were to speak, before lowly groaning, slapping his arm on his thigh and continuing towards the den. You didn't follow, instead watching him seat himself on the couch.

"I'm not forcing you to say anything. I just want to let you know that I'm here if you-,"

"If I what? If I need anything? If I need a therapy session to talk about my feelings?"

Armin's attitude grew more and more tense with each breath, making you cross your arms defensively. Why was he acting like this? Your teeth gnawed on the inside of your cheek, unsure of what to say to him.

"...I mean, yeah. If you need someone to listen to you."

Armin turned away from you, softly chuckling to himself. "You're not my fucking mom."

His eyebrow twitched, and the way he too took in the skin of his lips into his teeth like yours made you believe for a slim chance he didn't mean these cruel words. That these were outbursts of stress that he'd been bottling up for who knows how long. Doesn't mean it didn't sting any less.

You scoffed and threw your arms up, the ghost of water forming in your eye-ducts. "Okay. Fuck it. Forget I said anything."

Those words seemed to throw him off into forbidden territory as he stormed off the cushion and trailed after you back towards the kitchen.

"You're just gonna walk away?"

You shook your head and waved your hand, turning to face him.

"I don't know where this came from Armin but all I asked was a question. There's no point in all this fucking bullshit."

"Bullshit? My feelings are bullshit now?"

A groan whirred in your chest with a sniffle, a sleeve coming up to wipe at your face. "I didn't fucking say that."

"Then what the fuck are you insinuating, [First]?"

Another sniffle. "I'm not insinuating anything! I'm just saying you acting like this is-,"

"Is what?! Is fucking what, [First]?! Fucking spit it OUT!"

His voice hollered in a yell, pausing your movements. Any possible retaliation vanished with his uproar, knocking the room into a tense silence. You narrowed your eyes in a glare, pointing a sharp finger at him.

"Do not raise your fucking voice at me."

Armin's intensity faltered, a puff of air leaving his nostrils. Anxiety whirled nausea in your stomach, clawing at your insides as you tried to calm down.

"..Look, I don't want to argue. All I wanted to know was if you were fucking okay. That's all I asked."

You took in a deep, deep breath, cheeks raining with tears.

"I didn't realize...that asking that damn question caused such a rise out of you."

Armin turned away from you for a moment, not wanting to see you cry. Guilt rushed in instantly, knowing that those tears were because of him.

You stared at him in disbelief, weakly suppressing your emotions as broken sobs littered your speech.

. "…You know, we used to talk more, I used to know what was going on in your life... Now I don't know anything. What happened to us?”

Armin sighed at your words, shoulders sagging in defeat.

"What happened, Armin..?"

When you fell quiet, awaiting his response, he stiffly shrugged.

"..I don't know."

Your throat tightened. The realization flooded in and hit you like a bullet, answering all your unanswered inquiries regarding the distance in your relationship. You just simply didn't know him anymore, and according to his shameful expression, he felt the exact same.

#darklcy prompt list #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlert #aot armin #aot armin arlert #attack on titan armin #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot armin x reader #angst #angst prompt #angst prompt list #scenario

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serrj215 · 3 years

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Waiting up for Santa

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Tower, not a creature was stirring, except Beast Boy. He was making hot chocolate and was stirring quite a bit. The rest of the Titans were all snug in their beds, mostly because the city had been calm and Robin took the opportunity to crank up their training again. (Look do you want me to rhyme or do you want to hear the story…that’s what I thought.)

Beast Boy had plans, and a long winter’s nap was not part of them. He stood at the cooktop humming Rudolf the Red-nosed reindeer, barefoot and in his most festive pajamas. Everything was perfect. He had the living room all to himself, cookies were in the oven, and the tree was lit giving the room that unique warm glow that only a string of cheap Christmas lights can give it. In a few minutes, he was going to have everything he needed for a very special night.

He put the spoon down and carefully poured himself a cup of his hot creation, a handful of mini marshmallows for the cup minus a few he tossed into his mouth and it was done. It would have been easier to just heat some water in the microwave and open a packet. But it was Christmas eve, if there was any time to do this the old-fashioned way it was tonight. He took a sip and enjoyed the simple moment.

The oven beeped. He quickly put down his cup to get the cookies. Completely distracted by the oven. He didn’t notice that he was no longer alone. When he turned around holding a tray of cookies with reindeer oven mitts, he froze. Of all people, he didn’t expect to see Raven there with a bottle of water. She was still in her usual cloak and leotard a sharp contrast to her green friend wearing red and white PJs that said "Elf in training"

"Um hi Rae, up late?" Beast boy asking his voice squeaking slightly a stiff, strained smile on his face. He was caught cookie-handed. He didn't know what to say, 'this isn't what it looks like, It was exactly what it looked like. Why else on Christmas Eve would he be baking cookies with red and green M&Ms in them? Why else would there be hot cocoa on the stove, the couch layered with blankets and pillows? Why else would the coffee table be stacked with Christmas DVDs?

"And so are you." She said taking a drink from her water. Raven just stood not sure if she really wanted to know what was going on. The simple thing to do would be to take her water and go back to her room. She could forget about this ever happening and Beast Boy can do whatever his jolly-green elf-self wanted. One more odd thing in this tower wouldn’t make much of a difference. It was his face though, the look on his face was that of a child that had just been caught. That mix of nervous laughter, panic, and guilt. Pushing that aside, she turned to leave the room, doing her best to ignore her jittery friend, his cookies, and the reindeer oven mitts.

"Raven, could we keep this between us?" Beast Boy asked

That's when the switch flipped. What was there to keep? Beast Boy had done far stranger things. Why on earth would Beast Boy want to keep this of all things a secret? She was not sure what "this" was, but he had never been shy about his antics. Cyborg and Starfire would have gladly joined him to binge Christmas movies and baked goods. You would think she caught him watching porn, instead of Frosty the Snowman .

"I can, but I'm not seeing why?"

"Dude! You just caught me waiting up for Santa Claus. I'll never hear the end of this!"

That's when she turned to face him.

"Beast Boy, you think that overweight, magical gentleman, that flies by sleigh pulled by reindeer is going to come down a chimney that we do not have, to give you presents?" She asked trying to remember if Beast Boy hit his head recently.

"No." He said defeated "I can explain, there's a lot more to…this." he gestured around the room then his outfit. His eyes fell back to the tray cookies he was still holding "Do you want a cookie? "

Walking away was still an option but her curiosity was peaked and this seemed innocent enough. She took a seat at the kitchen table. He sat down across from her, putting the cookie sheet on the table between them.

"So why are you baking M&M cookies in the dead of night?"

"Because I'm not a fan of gingerbread men?" He said with a stiff smile. Raven's only response was to take a cookie from the tray and break it in half in front of him.

His shoulders dropped "The first year I was with the Doom patrol, I woke up at dawn for Christmas, I was an excited kid, I woke up the whole house. I didn’t know at the time, but It pissed off Steve something fierce. Rita had an idea. The next year said we were going to be naughty and we're going to wait up for Santa so we made cookies and watched Christmas movies together we stayed up late. I eventually passed out on the couch sometime during Miracle on 34th street. " The memory tugged a small smile onto his face. "It became our thing each year. Even after I figured out Santa wasn't real. Even after I figured out that Steve wanted to sleep in on Christmas day."

Raven just sat there. What could anyone say to this?

"I know this is goofy and childish, but I didn’t want to let that go yet." He said. "That” he pulled off the oven mitts “and now Rita is gone, It's up to me to make the cookies. "

She wished that she had gone back to her room when she had the chance, she was intruding on a memory. This was not just some one-man pajama party Beast Boy was throwing for himself.

"I won't tell anyone. " She said after a few moments. "But you do not need to keep this a secret."

"You don't think this is weird?"

"We live with an Alien from another world, a man that is a half-machine, my father is an interdimensional demon, and yesterday morning we fought a man dressed up as a 6-foot moth." She took a small bit of the cookie in her hand. "Weird is relative."

"Thanks, Rae," He said, getting up from the table bringing the cookies into the living room, and putting them next to the DVD tower. He flopped onto the couch, adjusting the pillows. Then he turned his head back toward the kitchen. "If you like you could stay. I made plenty of hot chocolate." he had picked up one of the DVD cases to give his hands something to do. "I am just starting Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer."

"No," She said flatly the words hit the air and she could feel the disappointment off Beast boy. It was like a sudden chill that runs up your nerves.

Beast Boy gave her a weak smile and turned back toward the tv.

"We'll start with A Christmas Carol," she said slowly coming around the couch to sit down a few cushions away.

Beast Boy’s eyes went wide in mild shock. He reached for the DVDs almost fumbling them over. "Okay! um... but the Muppet version?"

"If you insist!"

“Thanks, Rae!” Beast Boy said as he jumped from his seat to swap the DVDs.

“Beast Boy, I am staying for one movie and a cookie. Just this once, then I will let you have your little ritual. I am not going to be up all night with you.”

“Okay! Whatever you say, Rae!” He said as he pressed play on the remote control, quickly jumping back into his seat.

Of course, one movie led to another, then another. Soon the cookies were gone and the few remaining sips of hot chocolate had gone cold. The two heroes were both fast asleep wrapped in blankets as the Snowmiser sang on the screen.

=========Years later and in a living room far far away.========

"Is She out?" Raven whispered.

“Fast asleep” Beast Boy said as he carefully stood up, holding their daughter. Melody had spent most of the night sitting in her father’s lap. The young girl had crashed hard after a night of sugar and singing along with every Christmas song, from every movie that they had watched.

“I'm proud of her,” he said in a hushed tone. “She made it through Nightmare this time.” He carefully repositioned the young girl in green feety pajamas against his chest letting her rest her head on his shoulder. “I am surprised she fell asleep when Santa Claus coming to town started. Mel loves that one."

"She will watch it again tomorrow," Raven said as she started to arrange the pillows and blankets for the young girl. "Several times if last year was any indication."

Melody's parents carefully laid her on the couch and tucked her in. They had promised to let her wait near the tree for Santa. They did have to talk her out of setting up motion detectors and a camera. An idea that her uncle Dick put in her head.

"I guess that's the end of that, there is no room on the couch for us now. "

"No, But we do happen to have a perfectly good and warm bed upstairs." She said hugging him from behind. " and it is officially Christmas. If you like, you can open your present."

"I hope you got me the same thing as you did last year, I really enjoyed that."

Raven took one of his hands and helped guide it under the waist of her pajama bottoms. He could feel that unmistakable texture of silk lace covering her hip. She could feel his excitement, pulling his hand away before it could start exploring. He had to remind himself that there was a sleeping child in that room. It was the only thing keeping him from taking her on the floor right underneath the Christmas tree.

"Finish up here, give me 5 minutes, and come up. " She said before pressing a kiss into the back of his neck before departing.

Beast Boy quickly cleared the coffee table then checked on Melody one more time. Kissing her crown of dark hair. This yearly tradition had evolved, It expanded but it was still about the same thing.

Santa didn't show that year, or the one before or the one before that. And that was ok. It was Raven that gave him the greatest gift he ever received: love, acceptance, and a family. Three things he thought he'd never have.

Beast Boy started humming to himself to the tune of frosty the snowman leaving his child snuggled in for her long winter nap. The warm embrace of his loving wife, her body decorated in lace, and silk was waiting for him.

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What? A holiday story that is actually close to the holiday that is coming up? Most of the time I think of these things I end up posting them in August. This one like many took me a while. I would like to thank @lilytimbers for her help in reviewing this and for the loan of their BBrae OC Melody. She has created some amazing art. Thank you Lilly.

Crossposted on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/35453821

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figure it out ~ colt grice x reader

colt grice x reader; 6.5k words; nsfw summary: colt is determined to proving himself in any test, even if that means figuring out why you were staring at him...?

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“I suppose congratulations are in order.” You smile when Colt jumps slightly at the sound of your voice.

“So, you heard?”

“Magath made sure to come tell the rest of us after you got pulled from training. Wanted to remind us we’re still scum, maybe even a little bit more so since we weren’t chosen.”

It probably wasn’t the best thing to say, you can already see Colt feels badly, as he rubs his neck, “I’m sorry. You know, the Cart and Armor titan successors will be selected soon enough.”

“It’s okay Colt, it was never in the cards for me. Not being in your class and all.” You shrug, giving him a sly smile thinking of how hard he’s been training these last few years, desperate to redeem his family’s betrayal to Marley. But you suppose that’s something the current Beast titan has in common.

“I wouldn’t give up hope yet.” He flashes you a grin that makes you feel weak in the knees.

But with being so dedicated to inheriting a titan, you know Colt has never so much strayed an eye off his goal. No use dwelling on those smiles he sends your way.

“Well, I’m sure with being selected you can finally ease up on the studying and training that’s consumed your life, if you wanted to go get a soda or something?”

You already know your answer when Colt’s face screws up in that apologetic look he gets, “I’m supposed to be meeting with War Chief Zeke.”

“Really not waiting a moment for this training to begin, huh? Is he going to tell you all the secrets to being a titan?” You tease, hoping your disappointment is masked in your voice.

Colt laughs slightly, “Not sure, but he told me to bring a catcher’s mitt.” He gestures to the leather in his hand.

Speak of the devil, you see the War Chief rounding the corner, “Colt.” He calls out, not bothering to come any closer.

“Well, don’t let me keep you.”

Colt looks over his shoulder, and then back of you, seeing what maybe your mind is wanting to be a flash of regret in his eyes, “Another time, okay?”

You smile and nod as you watch his retreating form. But another time will probably never come, just like it hasn’t every other time he made that promise. It’s pathetic the way you throw yourself after him, every other warrior candidate thinks the same thing. You’re not sure if the ignorance or the whispers hurt more.

Whispers that Colt definitely has never heard, too focused to give petty gossip the time of day. Which you’re thankful for, you’re not sure how you would handle Colt knowing about your massive infatuation with him. But with the way things are going, it’s likely he never will.

Kicking a rock and huffing to yourself you turn down the street to return to Liberio.

…

“Who’s the girl?”

It’s been almost three months since Colt was selected to inherit the Beast Titan. And while Colt knows there’s still over two years until his terms starts, he wonders if there will ever be anything more than playing catch with War Chief Zeke.

Colt throws the ball back, “What do you mean?”

Zeke just raises an eyebrow, his eyes drifting to the line of warrior candidates where you stand, clearly sneaking peaks at the two.

“Oh, her?” Colt drops his hand, his focus on you instead of the ball heading his way, “Ouf!” He groans, bending over trying to catch his breath from where the ball had knocked it out.

“Never take your eye off the target.” Zeke is standing before Colt, hand outstretched.

“Right.” Colt stands grabbing the War Chief’s hand, his eyes drifting to you, where now you’re openly watching, concern on your face. Colt sends a smile, more of a grimace, your way before following Zeke.

Zeke puts a cigarette between his lips, lighting the end. He takes a deep inhale, smoke wafting around Colt’s face, “You never answered.”

“Oh. She’s just a friend from my warrior class.”

“Watches you a lot.”

Colt doesn’t respond because he doesn’t know what Zeke means by that. You don’t watch him, at least, not more than you watch any other person. Right?

“You don’t notice?” Colt shakes his head, “Well figure it out.”

“Sir?” Colt cocks his head.

“Part of being a Titan Warrior is being strategic. Knowing what the enemy is thinking before it even crosses their mind.”

“I’d assume she’s still hurt she wasn’t selected to inherit your titan.”

Zeke lets out a mixture of a laugh and scoff, “I’ve never talked to the girl and I already know that’s wrong. Consider this your first test. Report back to me tomorrow.”

Colt nods eagerly at the thought of impressing the War Chief tomorrow, now he just needs to find you and get an explanation, even if he isn’t too convinced you were even looking at him in the first place.

…

Colt waits for you outside the gates of the training grounds. He watches as you and another warrior candidate come closer, the smile on your face is a pleasant sight. He likes when your eyes crinkle because of how wide your smile can get. But that’s not the point right now. He needs to focus on the task at hand.

“Colt!” You call out as soon as you spot him leaning against the wall, waving your arm wildly.

He waves back as you split off from your friend.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” You’re a little breathless from jogging up to Colt, hoping you didn’t look too desperate to be in his presence.

Colt smiles and rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah. War Chief Zeke has me in a pretty tight schedule.”

“Well, you seem to be free now.” You comment off handedly, you know he’s probably on his way to another meeting or another training, just passing by and decided to say hi.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I was hoping we could go for a walk or something?”

“Wait, really?” You ask incredulously, this man has never had a free minute in his life. And now that he does, he wants to spend it with you? You might faint.

“Unless you have somewhere to be.”

“No!” You shout, making Colt to jump slightly, “I mean, I’d love to.” Nodding too much, “How about you show me around the barracks? I’ve always wondered what it’s like to live in style.” You laugh.

“Okay but believe me when I tell you it’s not much.”

“Lead the way.”

Colt smiles and turns leading you down the block to the giant brick building.

The two of you catch up about the things he’s missed since being pulled from training. The different candidates that have dropped and joined. He tells you about all the things he’s learning, which isn’t much.

“It’s just a lot of playing catch.” Colt opens a door leading to his private dorm, “I mean we talk while we do it, but not how I imagined it going.”

You follow behind him into the sparse room, there’s the bare minimum of furniture, as most Eldians are lucky to even have. “Wow, you sure know how to decorate.”

Colt smiles, “I still try to go home as much as I can. My parents are proud, but I know Falco misses me more than he lets on.”

“A truly selfless big brother you are.” You nudge him with your elbow.

“Ah.” Colt grimaces, hand flying to where your elbow dug into his stomach.

“Are you alright?”

Colt huffs a laugh, rubbing is side, “War Chief Zeke’s throws sure pack a punch.”

“Was that from yesterday? When the ball caught you in the side?”

Colt nods, “It’s no big deal. Just a pretty nasty bruise.”

“Well at least let me look at it. I did rank higher than you in our first aid training.” You reach for his side before he turns away from you.

“Why were you staring at me yesterday?”

You freeze your movements and feel your face heat up, “What are you talking about?”

“War Chief Zeke says you were staring at me. Why?”

Mortification is all you can feel right now, “I wasn’t starring at you! And besides, I just felt bad that you got nailed in the stomach because you weren’t paying attention!” You all but stomp your foot. There’s no way he noticed you since he never has before. Which means War Chief Zeke must have pointed it out, which honestly might be worse than Colt noticing on his own.

“It was just a question. There’s no reason to get upset.”

“I’m not upset! And you’re being an idiot!” You know it wasn’t the best comeback, but you didn’t know what else to say. With that you turn around and fly down the hallway, ignoring Colt when he calls after you.

…

“She said she wasn’t starring at me.”

“Hmm?” Zeke doesn’t look up from the papers on his desk.

“Well, I tried to complete the test you assigned me yesterday, but she said she wasn’t staring at me, sir.”

Zeke looks up and studies Colt for a moment before sighing and leaning back in his chair, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. Colt feels a rock settle in his stomach. It’s the first time the War Chief has really asked anything of him aside from playing catch and he’s let him down. He’s going to be stripped of titan before he even gets it, and his family will be at risk, maybe even more so than before. Falco will have to become a warrior to save them now. That’s something he was hoping to avoid, but it could already be too late for Colt anyway.

Colt is broken from his thoughts when he realizes Zeke is laughing, “Sir?”

“Don’t tell me you outright asked her?”

“Well.” Colt trails off, “I figured a head on tactic would be most successful.”

Zeke laughs to himself, rising from his chair to open a window, “One of your highest marks was in tactical and strategic planning, but I guess that only applied to categories of war.” Zeke pulls a cigarette, “Have a seat, Colt.”

Colt sits as the War Chief rounds the desk, smoke clouds in his wake. “Do you know much of the person who possessed the Beast before me?” Zeke leans against the desk.

“Tom Ksaver, sir.”

“Yes. Tom helped me through some of the most difficult times in my life, was more of a father to me than Grisha ever was.” Zeke takes a long drag, “I’d like to help you that way in the years I have remaining.”

“Of course, sir. I’d truly appreciate it.” Colt nods.

“Well, let’s start with yesterday. How exactly did you figure out that she wasn’t staring?” Zeke has a smile on his face like he knows something Colt doesn’t. Which isn’t necessarily uncommon, but Colt feels like he’s missing something here he should know.

“Well, I had given her a tour of the barracks, and she was asking to examine the bruise on my side from playing catch and I asked why she was looking at me then anyway. As you pointed out, sir. And she told me she wasn’t.”

Zeke takes a last drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray, “Let me get this straight. The two of you were alone in your room?”

Colt’s eyes widen, “I’m sorry, sir. I should have asked for permission before bringing her in there.”

Zeke continues, not even acknowledging Colt’s apology, “And she was asking you to remove your shirt, which is when you decided was the best time to question her stares?”

“Yes.”

Zeke’s silence bares down on Colt, and he’s about to break the silence when Zeke let’s out a deep hearty laugh, “I’m assuming the years you’ve spent as a warrior candidate have had you focused on your training and nothing else.”

Colt nods, slightly confused, “Of course sir. I wanted to redeem my family’s sins against Marley.”

Zeke nods, understanding all too well, “And you’ve done it. The next inheritor of the Beast Titan. It’s safe to say the Grice family is in good standards.” Colt nods as Zeke continues, “And you’ll have plenty to learn now, and I’ll try my best to prepare you. Most will come on your own, long after I’m gone.” Zeke pauses to pick up the baseball that always sits on the edge of his desk. “Doesn’t mean now’s the time to slack off, but I’m sure a little excitement in your life could do you well.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“The brightest can truly be the densest.” Zeke mutters to himself, “If I were a betting man, I would say she has a schoolgirl crush on you.”

“What! Me?” Colt shouts.

“Who knows, might not be exactly schoolgirl either. I’m assuming you’re aware of the sexual innerworkings between individuals?”

Colt feels his face go red, this is not what he thought warrior training would entail.

“Colt. The second you were selected to inherit a titan, your life became a countdown. Don’t waste the moments you would regret.”

“I thought Warriors didn’t bother with things like that for the same reason exactly.”

Zeke hums, throwing his ball into the air a few times before placing it on the desk again, “Now that is something we can discuss at a later date. But as for now, I’d say take the day to make amends with your friend.”

“Are you sure, sir? I only just arrived.”

Zeke scoffs, “Please go.”

...

You barely had the energy to make it to the training grounds today. Laying in your bed all night replaying the Colt’s words in your head made sleep elusive. Not the typical thoughts of Colt that kept you up at night.

Never in your life had you been so embarrassed. Maybe you should drop out of the Warrior program all together. It’s not like you’ll ever inherit a titan anyway, and if you found a job in Liberio it would be easier to avoid Colt for the rest of your life.

Well, you suppose it would only to be about fifteen years of hiding, and then his term would come to an end anyway. The thought makes your stomach churn, and you wish it had never entered your brain in the first place.

The day drags on. When you’re finally free, you say quick goodbyes to your friends hoping to get home and crawl into your bed until you can erase the mortification from your consciousness.

But that’s going to be hard with Colt standing at the gates just like yesterday. Hoping to make yourself as small as possible you duck your head and try to hurry past without him noticing.

But your plan is unsuccessful when you hear your name being called behind you.

Stopping in your tracks you turn around, Colt just a step behind.

“Hey.” He says, “I wasn’t sure if you saw me back there.”

“Must have missed you.” You give a tight smile, “I’ll see you around though.”

Turning around you’ve decided you will be going home to curl up in a ball and die, but your hand is tugged back.

“I was hoping we could talk about yesterday.”

“What’s there to talk about?” You fight the heat building behind your cheeks.

“Well, I think I said some things that might have upset you, and I wanted to apologize.”

“You didn’t upset me. I just had remembered I needed to get home is all. Which is also where I need to be now. So, I’ll see you around Colt.”

“I was thinking we could go get that soda finally. I know I always say next time.” He gives you that lopsided grin when he knows he has someone caught, and you’re sure you’re actually going to go weak in the knees.

And a tiny part of you hates yourself for not being strong enough, “Okay.”

…

It’ll be sunset soon, and you know you should be getting home soon, but you’re laughing at Colt’s impression of Magath and you know these moments will be worth it even if you get shit from one of the gate guards.

“I am sorry if I upset you yesterday.” Colt says, abruptly.

You pause before answering, wishing Colt hadn’t brought this up again. “It’s okay. I might have overreacted anyway.”

He stares into your eyes, and you think he’s searching for something before looking back at the street in front of you two, sighing, “I’m just trying to do my best. And I feel like I’m falling behind, and that any second everyone will realize they should have picked someone else.”

You scoff, “Well that’s just wrong. You were basically the top of our class in every subject! I don’t think there was or will be anyone else who has dedicated so much time to the program.”

Colt doesn’t answer, eyes now at his hands, clearly lost in thought.

You nudge his shoulder, “You okay?”

“War Chief Zeke thinks you have a crush on me.”

You freeze, feeling your stomach dropped, “God! Do you believe everything he says?” You shout.

Colt jumps at your outburst, clearly not expecting it, “Wait!” He puts his hands out, like he was preparing for you to run away, “I didn’t mean it like that! I mean he did say that, but I was just wondering, I guess if you did?”

“What do you care anyway?” You fold your arms.

Colt groans, “I don’t know. War Chief Zeke basically told me to stop wasting my life and to figure it out.”

“So, do you want to know for yourself of because War Chief Zeke told you to?”

“Would it be bad if I said both?”

You roll your eyes and huff, “This is why you’ve never realized! You’ve always been so focused on inheriting a titan, that you never realized what was right in front of you!”

Colt frowns, “That’s not fair. You know why I’m doing this.”

You feel horrible for a second, “I didn’t mean it like that, Colt.” You whisper, sitting down again. You groan before dropping your head into your hands, “Everyone else has picked up on it. I’ve never even spoken to War Chief Zeke and he knows.” You meet his gaze, “I mean, am I that invisible?”

Colt opens and closes his mouth a few times, “I wouldn’t, I mean that’s not-” Colt trails off. “I’m clearly fucking this up.” He sighs, shoulders dropping.

You sit there in shame for having spilled your guts out and Colt can barely get a word out. Hiding for the rest of your life is starting to look better and better.

“I think you’re stunning.” You whip up your head, but Colt is still looking at his locked hands, “I think you’re intelligent, and so kind, and this amazing person.” He looks up at you, “I’m an idiot for ignoring that, and I want to try showing you how sorry I really am.”

“Oh.” You can barely whisper, mouth slightly parted.

Colt’s eyes flick between yours and your lips, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod, afraid to say anything that might break this moment. But your heart is thumping so loudly you’re sure he can hear it.

His head leans in towards you, and your eyes flutter close waiting for his lips to touch yours. Instead, you feel a sharp pain on your forehead.

“Ow!” Rubbing your forehead, you see Colt is doing the same.

“Shit.” He mutters to himself, he looks up, face redder than you ever thought possible, “Sorry I’m so helpless.”

“Colt.” You press a hand into his cheek, this time guiding your mouth to his. And you don’t close your eyes until your lips are firmly pressing against his. He isn’t moving against you, more like he’s shocked still.

Taking the lead, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He gasps at the feel of your tongue sliding against his lips, and you use the opportunity to slide it in.

This is about as far as you’ve gotten with anyone, so you aren’t quite sure what to do next. But Colt seems to have returned to the moment and has some intuition, because he meets your tongue in his mouth with his. Swiping his over yours several times that has a chill running down your spine.

You feel one of his hands grab at your thigh, pulling you closer while the other slides to cup your face. He continues wrestles your tongue with his and it’s making you a little dizzy. And suddenly you feel his teeth nip at your bottom lip that has you gasping a moan.

He pulls away, both of your chests heaving like you just ran laps around the training field.

“That was nice.” You say, cringing at how awkward you sound.

“Really nice.” He keeps fluttering his gaze between your eyes and lips like he wants to go back for more.

“So-” You trail off, not quite sure what to say.

“You know,” He starts, “It’s getting pretty dark out. You should probably just stay the night, that is if you want to?”

Your mouth drops slightly, “Yeah. Okay.” You give him a small smile.

His hand has moved from your thigh to grab your hand, and stands pulling you up along too, “Okay.”

You smile interlocking his fingers, “See? You’re not completely helpless.”

“What do you- oh. Oh.” Colt’s face flushes, “I didn’t mean it like that, I mean, unless you want to me to mean it like that.”

Squeezing his hand, you take a little pity on the boy, “Let’s just go.”

And now you’re sitting side by side on his bed, exchanging small kisses between giggles.

“Do you think this could be easier?” He asks between kisses.

You pull back, “What?”

“I mean, like if you sat in my lap, or something, I guess.” Colt trails off, embarrassed for even asking.

“Okay.” You push Colt to sit back further on his bed and straddle his hips, “Is this okay?”

Colt doesn’t answer. Can’t answer. He didn’t realize how warm you would feel in his lap, and how dim light from the single lamp would make your eyes seem more vibrant. But he does give a slight nod and you return your mouth to his.

Shifting slightly to reposition more comfortably, you feel his bulge brush against you. The sensation sends a tingle through you, so you try it again. Maybe a litter harder than last time because now Colt lets out a quick groan while bucking up into your body.

You gasp at his sudden movement, surprised that you elicited such a reaction.

Both of you pull back to look at each other. And there’s some unspoken communication happening between the two of you because he’s pulling you down on top of him and you’re reaching for the bottom of his shirt while he’s running his hands along you sides and kissing your neck.

After you get all his buttons undone, he pulls away for moment to tear of his shirt and pull the under one off over his head.

You sit back, feeling his hardness that seems to have grown press into your ass. You’d be more interested in exploring that, if you weren’t so memorized by all the skin Colt just exposed you to.

You flick your eyes up to Colt’s quickly, seeing he’s waiting for you to make the first move. So you begin your assault on his neck, running your tongue along his collar bone, biting at his skin that earns you a squeak.

Your hands have been tracing his stomach, scratching and rubbing at the hardened muscle. You continue to scoot further down his body, now straddling his thighs.

“Wait!” Colt straightens and grips your hand that was edging closer to his belt, “It’s just, I’ve never really done this before.”

You smile and shrug, “I figured, but I haven’t either.”

“No.” Colt says, his face grave, “Like I haven’t really even done things with myself, like that.” His cheeks are a dark pink and you can’t help but wonder what other parts of his body are flushed.

“Oh.” You straighten, realizing just what he meant, “So, you’ve never thought about things like this? Even at night?”

Colt flushes and grumbles, “Kind of hard when I shared a room with Falco.”

You smile, “That’s okay. I think I’ve thought about this enough for the both of us.” Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and then continuing to his neck, enjoying the small whines pouring from his lips, “I’ll take care of you.” You whisper into his shoulder, loving the shiver that dances across his body.

Pushing gently on Colt’s shoulder, he lays back onto his elbows, his gaze never leaving you as you scoot further down his body until your face to face with his groin.

You check once more with hands on his belt buckle. When you get a small nod, your fingers have never undone a belt so quickly. You pull at his pants and briefs, Colt helping by lifting his hips just enough to free himself.

And then you’re met with the glorious sight of his erect cock, already leaking from the slit. You can’t help but run your fingers along the shaft.

Colt lets out a sharp gasp, grabbing at you, unsure if he wants to push you away or ask you to do that again.

You never believed the others who said boys would react that easily, surely it took more than a few soft touches. But here’s Colt, looking at you like you’ve single handedly tilted the world on its axis with that single movement.

You sit up on your knees and Colt whines, but he quickly appreciates the action as you start to unbutton your own shirt, throwing it onto the pile of growing clothes on the floor.

You tentatively reach for his cock, a hand wrapping around the base, “You’ll tell me if I’m doing something wrong?”

“I’m pretty sure everything you do is going to be perfect.” Colt has his eyes on where your hand is grasping him. You smile at how transfixed he is. You lean down, still looking at his face waiting for him to make eye contact.

When he does you take the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue while still locked with his eyes.

Colt breaks first, throwing his head back, unable to feel and look at the same time.

You laugh slightly, sounding more muffled with your mouth full. You continue to suck, rotating your hand in tandem with your mouth. All while Colt moans helplessly.

“Wait, wait.” Colt gasps, his hands on the side of your head, gently pulling you back, “I don’t want to end it there.”

You smile coyly, “You want to fuck me, Colt?”

“I would, I mean, if that’s what you want to?” He’s still panting, looking quite the sight.

Nodding, you pull yourself up. And Colt reaches for you, kissing you deeply which surprises you because your mouth is filled with the taste of him.

His hands run up and down you side, squeezing you when he gets to your hips, “Are you going to take this off?”

“Okay.” Rolling off and onto your back, you shimmy out of your pants and throw them on the ground. You know Colt is staring at you. You feel a little shy under his gaze and avert your eyes to his clothing situation.

“Are you going to take yours off?”

“Shit.” He mutters, “Right.” Colt stands awkwardly pulling at his pants that makes you giggle and has Colt laughing with you.

When he’s completely naked, Colt joins you on the bed, capturing your lips. You feel his hardness pressing into your thigh with the way he’s straddling your leg. His kisses continue to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, and trails down your neck until he comes to your bra.

Looking at you for permission, you nod and watch as he pushes the fabric off your shoulder and does the same to the other side. You reach behind yourself to undo the clasp, shyly pulling it off. You’ve never been so bare in your entire life.

“You’re beautiful.” Colt breaths, a hand coming up to cup your breast. He pushes up to his knees, his thigh brushing against your covered center, and the friction makes you moan and roll your hips back against the hard muscle.

You meet each other’s eyes, both a little startled at the reaction. Colt recovers quicker than you, pressing kisses to the top of your breast, a hand still pulling and massaging the other.

He presses his weight further into you, the pressure sending jolts of lighting straight through you.

A cry leaves your mouth that you try to cover with your hand, biting into the flesh of your palm.

His hand slip further down your body until it’s dancing at the edge of your panties.

“Take them off.” You whisper, eyes fixed on the ceiling above you.

You notice Colt pause his movements and then after a beat hooks his fingers on either side, slowly pulling them down your legs. His hot breath fans over your stomach, thighs, until he’s sitting back on his heels between your legs.

His cock still painfully erect, but he’s focused on you, eyes flittering between yours and your newly displayed cunt. He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing them up and down, closer and closer to where you both want them to be.

Colt hesitates, “Will you show me what to do?”

You nod taking his hand and guiding it between your legs with your own. Placing your fingers over his, you guide him in a circular motion, “This feels the best.”

He watches the motion of both your hands. And you have to hold back a laugh because his face is so intense like he’s studying for an upcoming exam.

You remove your hand, allowing Colt to find his own rhythm.

He rubs a few circles before looking back at you for your reaction. But you don’t have to say anything because the heaving of your chest and hand grasping at the sheets is all the answer he needs.

Colt continues rubbing you while returning his mouth to one of your breasts.

You can hardly breath with the way his fingers are pulsing at your nerves and his warm tongue sloppily flicking your nipple. You gasp when you feel a slight pinch that must have been teeth and cry out, “Fingers!” Colt’s face jumps up with confusion written across it, but he doesn’t stop his movements which makes it hard for you to explain, “You fingers. Put them in.” You’re rotating your hips in tandem with his hand, thrusting wishing for something to fill you up.

Colt must understand because a second later you feel a finger rubbing your opening. You’re about to complain again when Colt decides to take mercy and pushes one inside.

It’s all over for you there. The sudden stretching paired with his constant movements on your clit and warm body pressed into you, it sends you over the edge. Colt doesn’t stop though, lost in the look on your face. He couldn’t bear to move his eyes right now, not when you’re crying out like that because of him.

He can feel you pulsing around his fingers even though he’s barely moved them.

You cry out, trying to lock your legs together, but his body stops you from barely being able to move them, and you have to grip his wrist to rip his hand off of you, the stimulation being too much.

Panting heavily, you feel Colt withdraw his finger, and you whine at the loss. But then you see Colt sucking the finger into his mouth, wet with your slick. You almost cum again at the sight.

“Can I do what you did for me?”

You smile at his eagerness, “Maybe later? Right now, I really want you in me.”

His eyes widen at your boldness, “Oh, okay. Umm, how do you want to do it?”

Sitting up you grab his cheek for a kiss, the taste of yourself filling your senses. Gently pushing his shoulder, Colt lays down giving you the opportunity to swing a leg over his hip, “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.”

You smile before slowly grinding your slit along his cock. The feel of your slick coating him has Colt gasping for air. Reaching between the two of you, you grasp his cock, holding it as you line yourself up.

You slowly lower yourself on to the tip of his cock. The stretch burns more than you thought it would, and immediately pause the movement.

Colt freezes, going rigid under you that causes a pulse in your cunt, “Are you okay?”

It’s hard to find the words to explain the pain but also the pleasure and desire to go harder “You feel so big, Colt.”

“Oh.” He blushes, which earns a giggle from you. And it’s a slow process after, only taking a little bit of him in at a time.

Colt can barely utter a word, too transfixed on all of you. From your wide eyes to tits in his face and cunt slowly sucking in his cock. He has to clench his eyes to avoid ending this all too soon.

You exhale sharply when he finally bottom’s out, his cock is splitting you in half. And he looks so sweet under you, so you can’t help but to caress the side of his face, fingers dancing along his cheek, “You’re doing so good.”

His jaw is dropped and digs his hands into the flesh of your hips to ground himself. “Please.” He whines, “Please move.”

“You have to be quiet for me baby.” You slowly rise on your knees, hands planted on his chest for balance, before slamming down harder than you meant to, both of you letting out a groan, his louder than yours. You lean down and let your lips brush over his ear, “Unless you want the other warriors to hear us?”

Colt’s eyes snap open and search yours frantically. It’s clear the thought turns him on if the twitching of his cock is anything to go by.

You hum as you rock forward, “Want everyone to know how good you’re giving it to me right now? On your first try and you already have me creaming all over your cock.”

Colt doesn’t answer, can’t answer. Captivated with sight of his cock repeatedly disappearing into your cunt, sucking him in over and over and over.

You use your free hands to pull at your nipples, twisting the sensitive nubs.

“Please.” He mutters, eyes screwing shut, “I think I’m going to cum.”

“Not yet baby.” You tilt your head back, you’re almost there, and it feels amazing. You can’t believe you’re actually going to cum with Colt’s cock inside you. All the nights pretending it was your fingers could never match up to this.

“Slow down.” Colt holds your hips tighter, trying to change your movements, “You have to slow down.”

“Just a little bit longer.” You take his hands and hold them above his head, “Can you be good for me just a little bit longer?” Colt’s eyes are wide on yours as he gives a slight nod. You smile leaning down to capture his lips, tongue sliding along his. He groans into your mouth and you know you’re getting him closer and closer to his edge. And it really isn’t your fault when you clench around his cock, earning a strangled gasp he’s barely able to choke out.

The world shifts suddenly as you’re flipped onto your back with a squeak leaving your mouth.

Colt pulls out to stand on his knees before wrapping his hands into your thighs hard enough that it’ll surely bruise and buries himself back into the hilt, knocking the air out of you.

“I. Told. You. To. Slow. Down.” He punctuates every word with a hard thrust that has you seeing stars.

“Colt, please!” You cry, reaching for him to pull him into a kiss but he only grabs your hand, trapping it between his and the bed, getting a little more leverage as he continues to pound into you.

Colt doesn’t say much, focusing on holding off his impeding orgasm until he can get you there. He hitches your leg higher around his waist, giving it an almost stinging slap, but you get the message and wrap both your legs around him, locking your ankles.

He slides his hand downward until he reaches the bundle of nerves you showed him earlier, and presses begins pressing tight circles into it.

“Yes, yes!” You begin to pant, your legs starting to shake from the pressure building, “Don’t stop!” Suddenly you tense up, legs locking in place and eyes rolling into the back of your head. You feel Colt work you through the orgasm, stroking that spot inside you again and again that you swear makes you cum for a third time that night.

Going limp, you let your legs fall to the bed and head lull to the side. Colt’s thrust become more erratic before he pulls out, pumping his cock once, twice, and spills out. Warm ropes hit you stomach and breasts. You don’t even have time to think about it before Colt is collapsing on top of you, harshly panting into your neck.

You both lay there, sweat cooling on your skin that makes you shiver slightly.

“That was,” Colt trails off, still trying to piece his brain back together. It makes you smile to see him so off kilter for once.

Bringing your hands up to his jaw, you pull him back slightly, “Yeah, it was.” And press your lips to his, not really kissing since you’re both smiling too much.

And that smile stays on Colt’s face all through the night and next morning as he walks you back to the training grounds. Only widening after you press a kiss to his lips before quickly ducking into the building.

“So, you worked things out with your friend?” Colt looks up to see War Chief Zeke behind him smoking a cigarette, and Colt can’t help but blush at the fact Zeke might have just witnessed your goodbye, “No need to be flustered.” Zeke drops his cigarette on the ground, stomping out the embers, before tossing the extra catcher’s mitt into Colt’s hands, “Nowhere near as graphic as what we all had to endure last night.”

And only then is when Colt’s smile finally falls.

But maybe you can get it back later tonight.

#colt grice x reader #colt grice #aot #snk #aot x reader #snk x reader

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totallycorrectteentitansquotes · 4 years

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More inconveniences plz? They are cool to read :)

this is referring to this post with power inconveniences (i’m assuming) and i reread it to refresh and bro past me is so big brained look at me go

anyway

cyborg has this thing where he can turn off the feeling in his fingers, so he only has the limb/body sense (so his fingers aren’t like, numb) but not the specifics, so he can just grab hot things out of the oven without needing an oven mitt. he does, however, forget to flip the switch to No Feeling before grabbing things. this causes. issues. as one might imagine.

he does get phantom pain in his cyber limbs

when its rlly stormy out he’ll sometimes shock people rather violently on accident

most fridge magnets stick to him. raven discovered this and cyborg walked around with a magnet that said “dishes clean/dirty” and starfire and robin had a BLAST in their attempts to flip it without cyborg knowing

sometimes if cyborg is sleeping on the couch then starfire will decorate him with glittery magnets, many of them self made from stuff she found in cyborg’s room

he makes magnetic remotes and stuff so he can “summon” them to his hand though and bb is jealous

speaking of bb

when he’s startled he’ll turn into something small

once robin jumped him from the top of a doorway. bb shrieked and turned into a butterfly, causing robin to faceplant on the ground

sometimes he’ll think he has a tail when he doesn’t or forgets he has a tail when he does and has, unironically, chased his tail as a dog. cyborg never lets him live it down

when he’s feeling particularly bratty he’ll turn into a bird and SCREECH. especially at early hours. if HES awake then THEY are awake and he is now their problem

raven hates direct sunlight and her pale skin means that she is very susceptible to burns. she also hates the feeling of sunscreen and, as you can imagine, those do not mix. there’s a reason she stays under an umbrella when they go to the beach

she hyperfocuses like crazy when she’s reading, all the books floating around her, but if someone breaks her focus books will fall and they have fallen on her head before. this has happened with robin and cyborg and they both cried laughing

sometimes she shadow teleports into a room and sees things she would rather Not See. at least with doors the other person KNOWS she’s coming

listen, starfire can do her, but raven, personally, is not so liberal with cleaning things with her TONGUE

sometimes robin will sit on top of doors and get testy when people move the door. like they get it, he doesnt like being moved, but also doors are for OPENING, robin, WHAT ARE YOU–

robin leaves his weapons absolutely everywhere. sure, “easy access”. tell that to cyborg who accidentally sat on a birdarang that exploded and caused cyborg to need to repair at least 30% of his body

beast boy: ooh what’s this do–

every other titan, wordlessly taking a step back:

this is already so long rip starfire i’ll do some quick for her

if she spends too much time in the sun (self care) her skin Burns. shes a little radiator. but ouchie

when she’s excited about something sometimes she’ll bonk her head on the ceiling because she started flying much higher than intended

they figured out that in verryyy specific voltages her power can charge phones. there have been Many Casualties

robin, taking more money from bruce wayne’s bank account:

cyborg: are you sure this is fine

robin: yah totally

cyborg:

cyborg: in that case can you buy me super expensive part it’s vital to my continued functioning–

#long post #anonymous #teen titans headcanons #the squad #whoops got a little carried away #not a quote #Anonymous

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The Luck of the Draw

For @klaroline-events KC Bingo - Sketchbook - On FF and AO3

Klaus loses his sketchbook at school and Caroline (his sister’s best friend) finds it. The problem is it contains drawings of her and Caroline has enlisted his help to track down its owner. What could possibly go wrong?

“I need you now.”

“I know I’m amazing, but…”

“Would you just shut up and get in here?’

“If you wanted a tour of my bedroom, all you needed to do was ask, sweetheart.”

“Shhhhh,” she hissed, pulling him inside the room and shutting the door behind them. “Do you want the whole house to hear you, Mikaelson?”

“Says the girl who invited herself into my bedroom.”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention all night. What did you think I was doing under the dinner table?”

“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t exactly sure if that was you or Arabella doing that,” he smirked. Arabella was the Mikaelson’s pet cat. Although friendly, Klaus knew exactly who was doing the rubbing. “Now, is there a point to all the dramatics, Forbes?’

“You infuriate me.”

“Enough with the compliments, love,” Klaus replied lazily, lying on his bed and placing his hands behind his head.

“You promised to help me find, well you know.”

“If we knew who it was you wouldn’t need my help.” Her response was an exaggerated eye roll. “Fine, I don’t have anything for you.”

“Unbelievable.”

“To be fair, you only brought me this proposition a couple of days ago. I need time to track down that kind of information.”

“Okay, calling it a proposition, which it so isn’t, makes it sound untoward,” she shot back. “How difficult is it to ask around?”

“Artists aren’t like cheerleaders and jocks; we do things differently. You know less flashy and more…”

“Sullen and brooding?”

“I personally take offence to that.”

“Says the broody guy who called me flashy,” she muttered. “How difficult is it to ask all your arty people if they’ve lost a sketchbook? One that just happens to have drawings of me on every page.”

Hearing that reminded Klaus just what was at stake here.

Sure, he’d lied when she’d brought him the sketchbook. He’d been looking for it for days when she presented it to him after finding it on the bleachers post cheer practice.

After kicking himself mentally for leaving it in such a public place, Klaus assumed she’d worked out it was his and was madly trying to decide out how to explain himself.

Sure, it probably looked creepy to an outsider, but Klaus had been sketching her for the last two years.

Given Rebekah had told him in no uncertain terms “to keep his mitts off” her friends, he had no choice but to draw her instead. Klaus considered it his way of dealing with his unrequited feelings.

They were worlds apart in the school hierarchy. Caroline was a junior and did pretty much every extracurricular activity on offer. Klaus, a senior, liked his space far too much to go to football games and parties. He much preferred spending time with his few close friends, reading books and drawing.

What he wasn’t expecting was for Caroline to ask his help in tracking down the sketchbook’s owner. At first, he considered coming clean but then had no idea how he’d explain himself so went with the alternative.

Tracking down someone who didn’t really exist.

What Klaus hadn’t expected was to have so much fun being around her. He knew she was beautiful, intelligent and all-consuming but the past few days had given him a glimpse of what could be. Or, given his sister’s views, what could have been.

Although, Klaus wasn’t going to let those thoughts get in the way. He was having far too much fun to stop now. One thing, however, had alluded him. What were here plans once she discovered the secret artist?

“I’m curious, Forbes. What exactly do you plan on doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Once you find your mystery artist, what happens next?”

“I, uh,” she faltered, her blue eyes filled with uncertainty. “I suppose I haven’t worked that out yet.”

“Why’s that?’ Klaus asked, hoping his voice didn’t sound as desperate as it felt.

“Caroline! Where are you?” Rebekah’s voice pierced the air. Even with his door shut she could still be heard. “I need help removing this face masque before it decides to stick on me for good.”

“Quelle horreur,” he joked in French, earning a knowing smile from her best friend. “Sounds like you better go tend to the screaming banshee given this disaster could rival the Titanic.”

“I’m not finished with you.”

“I kind of figured,” he nodded thinking that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing at all. With another eye roll and a hair toss for good measure, she made her way towards the door. “Next time try and refrain from accosting me in my bedroom though, love.”

“You wish, Mikaelson,” she retorted, turning around one last time before pulling the door closed behind her.

He really did wish.

It was only after she’d left, leaving a scent of vanilla and strawberries in her wake, that Klaus realised he already missed her.

2 days later

“What exactly are we doing here?”

“Why are you whispering? This isn’t the library last time I checked.”

Klaus had suggested they stake out the school’s art studio at lunch to try and track down her sketchbook owner. Yes, he was lying, but couldn’t resist being around her without the whole school watching them.

She’d been texting him a lot the past day and they’d fallen into their usual banter via cell phone. If he knew how fun this would have been he’d have started much earlier.

C: How does someone draw like this?

K: Like what?

C: I always thought my stick figures were lifelike but then I saw these.

K: Stick figures get way too much criticism if you ask me.

C: Now you’re just being facetious.

K: That’s a big word for such a little girl.

C: It’s okay, I’ll buy you a dictionary so you can look it up, Mikaelson.

“So, this is where everything happens?” She asked, looking around at the myriad of paints and brushes, easels and canvases. Klaus liked the art studio, he found it incredibly relaxing and tranquil.

“You mean the painting?”

“No, dumbass, I mean the brooding.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re hilarious?” He teased, swatting her playfully with a paint brush.

“All the time,” she replied deadpan. “I’m thinking of majoring in drama at college.”

“Well, you have that drama queen thing going for you.” She gave him a look which clearly said he’d gone too far. “I’m not saying you’ll win an Academy Award for best dramatic performance though, that has my sister written all over it.”

“I’ve never understood how you two are related,” Caroline mused. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I love Rebekah, but she’s so loud and bossy and you’re…”

“Not?”

“Obviously you missed out on that and she missed out on the smart-ass gene,” she laughed, her whole face lighting up. Klaus loved watching her love, hell he loved watching her do anything.

She was wearing her cheerleading uniform as there was a game that night. Her blonde waves were piled into a high ponytail and the school colours only made her eyes that much bluer.

“So, how are we going to find this mystery person when no one is here?”

“That’s the whole point,” he insisted. “Take a look around and see if anyone’s artwork looks familiar.”

“Where’s your work?”

“Why?” He asked curiously but also probably too quickly. Was she onto him?

“Well, we’ve known each other all this time and I’ve never seen your work,” she offered. “You must be pretty good if you’re going to RISD after graduation.”

“How do you know about that?” Klaus was shocked, although they saw each other frequently he didn’t think she ever actually saw him.

“Your sister must have mentioned it,” she murmured. Klaus noticed a slight blush cross her cheeks and decided it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “So, I, uh, guess I should take a look around.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he only just managed to get out.

“Not many stick figures and here I thought I had a future in art.”

“I can teach you.” It just came out before Klaus had time to process his offer. Maybe it was a stupid thing to suggest but it was too late now.

“I might be a lost cause,” she admitted.

“Come on, let’s give it a try.”

“Now?”

“Well, there’ll be less embarrassment if you draw a stick figure without the judgmental, brooding artist crowd watching.” Before she could argue, he’d moved in behind her, placing a sketchpad on the desk and a pencil in her hand.

He was trying to ignore just how good she felt against his chest. He noticed her breath quicken, hoping for even just a second that she felt even a shred of what he did for her.

“Okay, so point the pencil towards the paper,” he instructed, placing his hand over hers and tilting it slightly. Her skin was just as soft as it looked. “This is how you need to hold it.”

“So, that’s what I was doing wrong all this time,” she teased. He smiled against her hair, thinking just how comfortable he felt, his hand guiding hers gently to the paper.

Later that night

“I thought football games were a waste of time,” she teased, approaching him on the bleachers. The crowds were long gone, the field empty. “I seem to recall you saying something only a few days ago about cheerleaders and jocks being too flashy.”

“Well, if the shoe fits,” he muttered. “I was bored, what can I say?”

“Did you at least catch my halftime act?”

“I did actually,” he smiled, thinking he quite liked what he saw. The pure athleticism on display was impressive and it didn’t hurt that she looked beautiful doing it. “Those spirit fingers had to be my favourite part though.”

“Uh, huh,” she growled sarcastically. “I knew you were secretly watching Bring It On when you thought Rebekah and I didn’t notice.”

“In my defence, Finn and Elijah watched it too and I had a crush on the Clover’s Captain.”

“Wow, he even remembers the team name,” she laughed, taking a seat and putting her pom poms down. “You sure do like this spot.”

“Excuse me?”

“On the bleachers. I remember you used to watch me and Rebekah practice before try-outs from here. I could tell you weren’t really interested but it meant a lot that you did it for Rebekah.”

“It wasn’t just for Rebekah, Caroline,” he murmured, his gaze now downward, finally finding her red pom poms a much needed distraction.

“The reason this spot stands out to me is not just because of that,” she said, moving closer. “This also happens to be where I found the mystery sketchbook.”

“Really? What a coincidence.”

“You know, I don’t think it was, Klaus,” she pressed. “I know it’s your sketchbook.”

“You do?” He asked, finally looking up into her eyes.

“I’ve known since I found it and looked inside,” she admitted. “It seemed too much of a coincidence that it was in this spot and those sketches were of me.”

“So, you were testing me?” He asked, suddenly put out that she’d known and didn’t feel the need to be honest. Klaus felt stupid enough about her finding them as it was.

“Maybe,” she murmured. “But not for the reason you think.”

“Why then?’

“Remember in your bedroom the other night, you asked me what I’d say to the person who owned the sketchbook?” He nodded by way of response, unable to get much else out given what was transpiring. “I didn’t know because it was yours.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course I knew what I wanted to say but I guess I but didn’t know if you wanted to hear it,” she admitted.

“Why would you think that?”

“You didn’t own up to it, I thought maybe you didn’t feel...”

“Feel what?”

“Hey, no fair! You’re the one who drew the most beautiful pictures that, by the way, I’ve only looked at hundreds of times. Which gave me all these feelings and emotions and I’m the only one having to fess up?” She was rambling but Klaus thought it was so adorable it didn’t matter.

“I think what you wanted to say is exactly what I wanted to say back to you.”

“This conversation has become awfully confusing but what I think you might be trying to say is...”

“I love you, Caroline Forbes.” She was silent for a moment, obviously processing not only his interruption but what he’d admitted. Maybe he’d gone too far?

“Wow,” she whispered. “Way to steal a girl’s thunder.”

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

“How about we stop talking all together and do something else instead?” She grinned, looping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “But for the record, I love you too.”

“Rebekah is going to kill me, isn’t she?”

“You’re really thinking about your sister right now? Just shut up and kiss me, Mikaelson.”

#kcbingo2020 #klaroline drabbles #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fanfic #klaroline #luck of the draw #misssophiachase #my writing #sketchbook

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snkpolls · 4 years

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SnK Episode 63 Poll Results (for Anime Only Watchers)

The poll closed with 114 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that these are the results for the Anime Only Watchers’ poll. If you wish to see the results for the Manga Readers’ poll, click here.

Anime only watchers, beware of spoilers if you venture over to the manga readers’ poll results.

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RATE THE EPISODE 98 Responses

It would appear that the response to this week’s episode is even higher than last week’s, with 99% giving it a score of 3 or higher. Nice!

Amazing episode overall, it really gives you the feeling that something huge is about to happen

The best episode so far. Music was perfectly matched with animations.

Hype

i liked it!

This was an amazing episode and I can't wait to see what will happen next !

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING MOMENTS WAS YOUR FAVORITE? 100 Responses

The cliffhanger at the end of the episode was by and far the most favorite among viewers, with 56% stating it was their favorite moment from the episode. It is distantly followed by the festival scene in which Reiner sacrifices his money to spoil the kids. And at a distant third, people got a good laugh at the stairwell scene where Porco gets spooked by Pieck.

WOULD YOU SHAMELESSLY EXPLOIT REINER FINANCIALLY IF YOU HAD SUCH AN OPPORTUNITY? 99 Responses

Looks like more than half (61.6%) of responders would agree to exploit Reiner financially (half of those without a hint of shame). Others would either consider it or reject the offer, in that order.

RIP Reiner's money

WHICH FOOD WOULD YOU WANT REINER TO BUY YOU? 99 Responses

Pizza is the clear winner on this one (62.6%), followed by Desser at a distant second (25.3%). Just a little over 9% went for Sandwiches instead. The couple of other responders clearly cheated!

WHICH KID HAD THE CUTEST “BEGGING” EXPRESSION? 100 Responses

Gabi went ahead and knocked out her competition for this tournament (gaining 64%). Guess she really is cute, as she says. Falco’s in distant second (29%), followed by Zofia (7%). Poor Udo has gotten no love.

NOW THAT WE’VE SEEN MORE OF THE NEW CAST, WE’LL ASK AGAIN. WHICH NEW CHARACTER IS YOUR FAVORITE? 99 Responses

We’re back with this question, again. It would appear that Falco has won over the hearts of most responders, gaining 54.5%. Pieck the Enigmatic Cart Titan Shifter is in second place with a little over 25%. Gabi the Fiery Warrior cadet is in third place with 10.1%. Others gave their preference for Willy, Magath, Zofia and Udo in that order. Poor Porco has gotten no love!

Love zofia but my favs always disappointed me.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF PIECK CRAWLING ON ALL FOURS BECAUSE IT FEELS “MORE NATURAL” FOR HER? 97 Responses

When it comes to the scene of Pieck crawling on all fours, almost 60% seemed to think of it as either a cute or even a hot (you know what kind of hot) moment. On the flip side, almost 26% thought the scene was disturbing or simply sad. A few others either didn’t seem to care or thought the scene was funny.

Cute,but sad since she's adapted to being this tool for war of the Marleyans

fan service

Pieck got a dump truck

mixed

Y'ALL NEED TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND TOUCH SOME GRASS, YOU HORNY F*CKS

WILLY TELLS MAGATH THAT THE WARHAMMER TITAN IS PRESENT, BUT THAT MAGATH PROBABLY CAN’T GUESS WHICH MEMBER OF THE TYBUR FAMILY HOLDS IT. WHO WOULD BE YOUR GUESS? 100 Responses

In retrospect, we should have included an option for those who have already been spoiled on the identity of the Warhammer titan, based on many of the responses we received. We’ve blacked out the pie chart to avoid spoiling anyone. But, in order from the first choice on the list to the last available choice, the following options were most favored: Willy, the old man, the old woman, the blonde mother, one of the children, the woman serving food, and one of the guards.

MAGATH AND WILLY TALK ABOUT MARLEY’S SELF-DESTRUCTIVE WAR HISTORY AND MAGATH NOTES THAT IT’S TOO LATE TO STOP IT. DO YOU AGREE WITH HIM? 98 Responses

Most responses assert that Magath’s prediction will come true in the end and Marley’s downfall will be a result of its own conduct (little over 56%). Some others dissent, arguing that although Marley will probably fall, it will not be because of its own previous conduct. The rest either can’t say for sure, believe Willy’s plans will save the nation or simply don’t care.

WILLY TALKS A BIT ABOUT “HELOS,” THE GREAT HERO OF MARLEY WHO SUBDUED THE TITANS. HE SAYS THAT MARLEY NEEDS ANOTHER “HELOS.” WHO, IF ANY, OF OUR PROMINENT CAST MEMBERS DO YOU THINK THAT NEW HERO COULD BE? 96 Responses

“I need a Hero! I’m holding out for a hero to the end of the-“, you get the point. Everybody needs a hero, right? It would appear that a quarter believe Eren could fit in as this metaphorical “Helos”. Almost 20% believe that none of them will fit this type of role. In third place we have our recently promoted Protagonist, Reiner Braun. Other popular options included Zeke, Levi and Falco, in that order. Gabi was written in for one response. Looks like we forgot to include her in our options. 😅

gabi... i feel very early seasons eren vibes from her

IN A SIMILAR VEIN, MAGATH CRITICIZES THE HELOS STATUE BY STATING THAT IT IS HOLLOW INSIDE. WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS MEANS? 98 Responses

When critiquing the statue itself, Magath noted that it is hollow. In that vein, almost 38% believe that Marley’s defeat of the Titans in the Great Titan War is a hollow lie. Others (17.3%) believe the story will simply lack a hero in the end. Almost the same percentage (16.3%) think that Marley’s defeat of the Titans *was* genuine, but their subsequent conduct is anything but heroic. The rest either believe there is some thematic substance in that statement, but aren’t sure what it is or think that Magath is just a cynic.

WHAT IS THE TRUTH WILLY INTENDS TO REVEAL AT THE FESTIVAL? 97 Responses

When it comes to discerning Willy’s plan at the festival, almost 65% were convinced he wants to reveal something about the history of Marley and Eldia. In distant second place (16.5%) we had folks believing Willy wants to reveal certain information about the Titans. The rest were either not sure or thought he wanted to reveal info about something else entirely.

the war

WHAT DO YOU THINK WILLY’S “SOLUTION” TO THE WORLD’S PROBLEMS MAY BE? 96 Responses

We got a rather colorful pie chart for such a bleak question. The slight plurality (27.1%) believe Willy wants to obtain the coordinate in order to obtain the control of all Eldians, others (26%) believe he wants to commit genocide on Eldians living on Paradis island or perhaps wants to obtain the powers of all Nine Titans. The rest believe Lord Tybur either wants to commit genocide on all Eldians in the world or wants to make with the Ethnic group. A whole array of different opinions.

the war Genocide of Marlians

I don't really know lol

DO YOU THINK WILLY CAN CONVINCE THE PEOPLE TO GET ON BOARD WITH THE “SOLUTION” HE WILL REVEAL AT THE PLAY? 97 Responses

When it comes to convincing the audience of the festival to support Willy’s plans, the overwhelming majority believe he’ll be successful, either in part (majority) or in whole (minority). The rather miniscule minority isn’t sure and even less people believe Willy will wholly fail.

I think Willy's speech may lead to a serious division throughout Marley between people that agree with his solution and people that don't

marleyans are a bunch of sheeps anyways so i don't think they will even question his "solution" as long as it's about getting rid of eldians

WE ARE INTRODUCED TO A WOMAN WHO GABI SAYS IS “AN EASTERNER FROM HIZURU,” WHO APPEARS TO BE SYMPATHETIC TOWARD THE ELDIANS. DO YOU THINK THAT THIS WOMAN WILL HAVE ANY IMPORTANCE IN FUTURE PLOT DEVELOPMENTS? 97 Responses

When it comes to the “Easterner from Hizuru”, it would appear that a decent chunk of responses believe she’ll play some sort of role in the story later, either in relation to Mikasa (42.3%) or the Eldians (16.5%) as a whole. Others dissent and argue that she’s there to showcase people sympathetic to the Eldians in the world instead (24.7%). Finally, some are simply not sure (16.5%).

DO YOU THINK THERE IS ANY SIGNIFICANCE TO THE BASEBALL MITT? 97 Responses

It would appear that Eren has a baseball mitt. Does it mean there is any significance to it? I don’t know. I’m just a ghost writing walls of text. Anyway, a plurality (42.3%) of those answering this question believe that there is (significance) and that it’s a hidden message from Eren’s “family”. Some others also believe in the importance of the mitt (22.7%), but aren’t sure of what it means exactly. Others take a middle position (21.6%) favoring a symbolic interpretation of the iteam. The rest simply have no idea.

From monkey boy and his perfect game ? Idk why tbh

Maybe alluding to Zeke, probably helps Eren where to channel his hatred

DO YOU THINK THAT EREN CAME TO MARLEY ALONE, OR WAS HE SENT THERE BY THE SURVEY CORPS TO FULFILL A ROLE? 96 Responses

When it comes to the status of the SC and Eren in Marley, the definitive majority believe they are there with him (59.4%). Almost 22% think he is there alone and without the consent of the Corps. On the flip side, 14.6% believe he is there alone, but wholly with the Corps’ consent.

HOW DO YOU THINK REINER AND EREN’S CONVERSATION WILL GO? 95 Responses

A rather interesting development exists in the prospect of another conversation between Eren and Reiner. Also interesting are the predictions for this question. Just a little over a third believe they’ll have a civil talk, in contrast to their talk from S2. A little under a third believe the conversation will not have any yelling, but will still be rather bitter. Others believe that they’ll either start fighting or engage in another shouting match. 9.5% are simply not sure.

Eren becomes attack titan probably

ON A SCALE OF 1-5, HOW MUCH WOULD YOU LIKE TO RETURN TO THE SURVEY CORPS/PARADIS RIGHT NOW? 97 Responses

Finally, here is another recurring question. How much do you want to return to the SC/Paradis right now? A little over 50% are very eager, though a little under 50% state that they can afford to wait a bit.

Marley is kinda boring

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

I feel like the story hasn't moved that much or maybe there are just a lot of things that haven't been clarified yet. I did read some spoilers of the latest chapters but I can't seem to connect the latest episodes to the spoilers I have read.

Mainly gave it a 4 because I'm in the middle between superb quality of animation and my lack of interest in the Warriors, but added +1 because we are finally getting back to the SC crew!

Gabi is still annoying as hell, she's the effing worst

The build up is nice

I felt bad for Grandad Yeager, wish Eren could have patted his shoulder or something. Guess he's an asshole now. Would love to find out more about the baseball thing.

I can't wiat 2 weeks, i'm going to cry

The more they focus on Gabi, the more unlikable and unsympathetic she becomes. I really hope we don't have to deal with too much more of her after this arc.

It really felt like the calm before the storm. Very interesting episode. I just know something is going to happen during Tybur's speech and Eren's talk with Reiner. Can't wait!

Sucks to be Falco ig

Ughhhhh, just a fucking vibe of an episode. I'll say it.... I like Reiner now😌😌 yeh I know. This episode made me love the warriors crew despite me not giving an f about them before. I hope porco is secretly in love with Reiner and explains why he hated him so much. Still waiting out for [redacted]’s new side part, hopefully we will see him soon. Well... till next week friends ~C

wait too long for next T-T

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 91 Responses

Thank you again to everyone who participated! We’ll see you again next episode!

#snk poll #snk polls #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot #snk spoilers

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I'm replaying link between worlds but the issue now is I need the titan mitts, but to get them I need to finish the sand temple, but when I finish the sand temple, I free irene, which means I have to listen to her whine every time I use the quick trav

#you SAID YOU WOULD HELP ME #stop CRYING every time i use your broom #if i had a heart

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CYBERVERSE WATCH

S3 Episode 9, 10, 11, 12

Episode 9

WHIRL NO WHY IS EVERYONE RUNNING oh

Gosh I love that Percy’s alt-mode sucks so he’s gotta hitch a ride on someone

Whirl *gracefully descends from the ceiling* Percy: *PLUMMETS LIKE A ROCK*

No joke I laughed so suddenly and loud at that I startled myself

RODDY PLEASE RETHINK YOUR DECISION TO USE A WAR TITAN TO FIGHT YOUR BATTLES IM BEGGING YOU TO USE YOUR BRAINCELL

Whirl *jumps directly on the Titan’s face* Me: I’d die for you

Roddy: We need Windblade! Me: YEAH YOU NEED SOMEONE SMART ON THIS TEAM

Ok putting the masks on their head to hide from the Quints is actually a smart idea

“I can’t believe that worked” GUYS PLS

Aw I love that Clobber and Roddy do their little fist bump / high-five thing that’s so cute

CHROMIA AND WINDBLADE....Roddy you’re interrupting their date

Roddy: Clobber, you’re a lesbian, can you get through to them Clobber: Sure *picks up Chromia in one hand and walks off*

I feel like the smart thing for them to do would be to wake up Megatron and/or Optimus and use them to wake up other Autobots / Decepticons because like. If I was an Autobot and Megatron wandered by at a parade I’d definitely be on defense. Of course, then Roddy & co. would need to convince Megatron to help them so maybe that’s a no-go anyways

WHIRL NO!!! OH NO

AW I love that everyone’s taking care of Percy, Dead End holding his hand while running was so cute

HELL YEAH USE YOUR FIRE RODDY

HOT ROD NO!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE SAVE MY BOY!! AND WHIRL, WHO ALSO GOT HI--OH MY GOSH THEY KNOCKED THE THING OFF SOUNDWAVE AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

IF ANYONE CAN TAKE DOWN THE QUINTS AND WAKE EVERYONE UP ITS MY BOY SOUNDWAVE I mean, assuming ripping the helmet off his head rather than waking him up normally didn’t totally screw him up

AHHH SOMEONE NEEDS TO SAVE RODDY

WHOA SOUNDWAVE YOU GOOD BUDDY??? OH NO....

“Something’s wrong with him...” “You mean more than normal?” SHUT UP DEADEND

LMAO HOT ROD STRAIGHT UP SLAPPED A QUINTESSON NICE

OH NO IM GETTING FLASHBACKS TO THE MOVIE

COURT!?!??? PLEASE SAY YOUR FAMOUS LINE RODDY

HEY CAN YOU GUYS STOP BEING BUTTS TO SOUNDWAVE

“There are an infinite amount of universes in the multiverse. The Quintessons judge which ones are worthy of existence” NICE NICE NICE NICE OMINOUS AND NICE

ARE WE GONNA GET TO SEE OTHER UNIVERSES???

WHOA WAIT WHAT SCIENTIST, MACCADAM WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

IS THIS GONNA BE THE CREEPY WHEELJACK WE SAW IN LIKE EPISODE 3 OF SEASON ONE???

You know I’m realizing the Titan thing doesn’t explain how Maccadam knows about the future, is HE from a different universe / future?? Has he already seen all of this happen before? Is HE the true Homura of this series?

RODIMUS STALLING TO ANNOY THE COURT NICE

Every time Roddy uses his flames I lose my mind in excitement

HEY DEADEND STOP BEING A BUTT TO SOUNDWAVE

HELL YEAH RIP ‘EM A NEW ONE SOUNDWAVE, SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS

HEY CAN SOMEONE *PLEASE* SAVE HOT ROD

UH OH IS RIGHT RODDY

“I wish I was a jet” He’s not gonna jump is OH HE JUMPED

OH THANK GOODNESS WHIRL WAS THERE, THANK YOU WHIRL FOR BEING AWESOME

SOUNDWAVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Episode 10

I saw Soundwave in the thumbnail and got UNREASONABLY excited

AHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS GONNA BE THE RODDY AND SOUNDWAVE EPISODE I HEARD ABOUT?!?!??! PLEASE??? PLEASE???

Hot Rod is the ONLY bot who could appreciate Soundwave’s background music PLEASE let them get along or at least be amicable by the end of the episode that would be so frickin good

“The Masters of the Multiverse” man what a good title

I’m so glad Season 3 has been so Hot Rod=focused, HE DESERVES THE SPOTLIGHT

lmao I love that Soundwave and Roddy are both crossing their arms on opposite sides of the bar, guys please you’ve got bigger fish to fry

This is embarrassing but I was legitimately so distracted by how nice Soundwave’s legs looked in this scene I didn’t hear a single thing Roddy said and I had to rewind the episode l m a o.....

Soundwave: I know you’re no Optimus Prime Me: *MORTIFIED GASP* THAT’S A SORE SUBJECT DON’T BE MEAN!!!

SOUNDWAVE NO!!! NO FIGHTING

I KNEW IT I knew he was improperly removed!!!

THEY FRICKIN SLAPPED HIM ON THE CHEST TO FIX HIM LIKE HE”S AN OLD TV IM CACKLING

OH SHOOT they already tried doing something similar to Hound oof

SOUNDWAVE AT LEAST SHARE WHAT THE PLAN IS

OH SHOOT SOUNDWAVE GETS THINGS DONE

I can’t believe they came up with names / jobs for these things

Aw Roddy I’m sorry Soundwave’s overshadowing your leadership role :(

“Maybe they’re trading beauty secrets” DEADEND PLEASE

I hope Soundwave didn’t tell her to kill him

OH NO HE DID, CLOBBER NO

Clobber: *crying while trying to kill him* This hurts me more than it hurts you! Hot Rod: No, this hurts me more GUYS PLEASE

I briefly forgot DeadEnd was a Decepticon and was like “Wow you’re not worrying about Roddy getting his head beat in?? Really??”

Gosh Soundwave looks so cool

“The evil back-stabbing music box” omg

Hot Rod: That’s not how Autobots do things Dead End: Yeah but like, we aren’t. So can we kill him

SOUNDWAVE’S INTERROGATION STUFF IS SO COOL I mean it’s mean but that’s an interesting method

AHH HE SAID THE INFERIOR SUPERIOR THING

Who IS the scientist

Uh. ok what is that brain thing. I WAS ASSUMING THE SCIENTIST WAS A BOT BUT GUESS NOT

Episode 11

Gosh the backgrounds in this show are such a delight for the eyes

*GENTLE GASP* BABIES!!!!!!!! ARE ANY OF THEM SOUNDWAVE’S BABIES???

AW OMG SOUNDWAVE IS THERE HE’S CATCHING A CASSETTE OMG OMG.....OH MY GOSH....THERE ARE REAL TEARS IN MY EYES

But at the same time SOUNDWAVE YOU CANT JUST FRICKIN NAB A BIRD OUT OF THE AIR AND CALL IT YOURS

Oh well I guess he can lmao alrighty then

OH NO....BOTS ARE DYING....GUYS YOU’RE TAKING TOO LONG TO DO THIS

how on EARTH did that work

OHOHO just Hot Rod and Soundwave I hope they learn to trust each other a bit

I’m VERY worried they’re gonna kill off Laserbeak in this episode

ALRIGHT. WELL. THAT SCIENTIST ISNT FREAKY AT ALL.

OK SUPER FREAKY HE’S WAY TOO INTERESTED IN SOUNDWAVE FOR ME TO NOT BE WORRIED ABOUT THIS HE SOUNDS LIKE A CREEPY COLLECTOR

‘‘A blue one...I don’t have a blue one yet’‘ UH OH UH OH!!!! OH PLEASE DONT HURT SOUNDWAVE CYBERVERSE WRITERS PLEASE!!!

DOES SOUNDWAVE KNOW THIS DUDE??? HOW ELSE DID SOUNDWAVE KNOW WHAT WOULD OPEN THE DOOR???

The fact that we can now SEE Laserbeak in his chest makes me worry we’re gonna lose her this episode 8(((

WHAT THE FRICK

ARE THESE DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF SOUNDWAVE FROM DIFFERENT UNIVERSES??? ARE THESE JUST DIFFERENT BOTS THAT SHARE SOUNDWAVE’S ALT MODE???? IM SO DEEPLY WORRIED

“Why would he collect Soundwaves and not Hot Rods?” RODDY PLEASE THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!!!! That’s a very Hot Rod thing to focus on though lmao

I feel like the Cyberverse writers went “Hm, what would make Ana feel most anxious about her favorite character?” and then proceeded to write this episode exactly about that

Like, on the one hand: Good taste weird tentacle alien dude, on the other, GET YOUR MITTS OFF HIM

“When a judge finds a universe guilty, I like to keep a little...souvenir for myself” WOW THAT’S HALF WHAT I GUESSED BUT HE SAID THAT INFINITELY CREEPIER THAN I THOUGHT HE WOULD

HOT ROD PLEASE SAVE HIM FROM THE WEIRD TENTACLE MAN

I love how this team has exactly one braincell and none of the people currently on the other side of the door are in possession of it

“I keep telling myself I don’t have room for any more, but you would go so nicely right here” me @ me when I’m buying figurines tbh

That’s genuinely so upsetting, like if I were in Soundwave’s place I’d be pissed as HELL

OH BOY ARE WE GONNA HAVE A TOYSTORY 2 SCENARIO wrt THE “You’re damaged!” THING

“I’LL SHOW YOU DAMAGED” LMAO Roddy: *starts listing off all his traumas* Tentacle Dr.: Um,,

LET GO OF MY BOY!!!!

“A parade is the best you can come up with?” ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS RODDY

HELL YEAH GET HIM SOUNDWAVE and thank goodness he got fixed. Hopefully the guy didn’t do anything weird to him

I KNEW THAT WAS TOO EASY WHY IS THIS DUDE SO FREAKY

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT”S FEEDING TIME

EW WHAT’S IN THERE

IM GONNA LEGITIMATELY CRY IF THEY KILL LASERBEAK PLEASE DONT KILL HIS BIRD

Why do the words “Laserbeak! Eject!” get me so emotional WHY AM I SO HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THIS CASSETTE TAPE AND BOOM BOX

DONT SHOOT LASERBEAK PLEASE

Ironic for Whirl to be the one to say “hold your fire”

Wow way to abandon Hot Rod and Soundwave

uH OH UH OH UH OH

Off-topic but tentacle dude’s voice sounds SO familiar I just can’t place it it’s a really good fit

OH SHOOT THEY”RE DRAINING THE ALL SPARK TOO

DO IT PERCY SAVE EVERYONE!!!!

Perceptor you are ADORABLE

PERCY YOU GOTTA SAY AUTOBOTS ROLL OUT

THERE WE GO OPTIMUS

Oh boy let’s see how Megatron reacts to Clobber interrupting him

Percy should just summon a hologram of Optimus, that would do it

YEAHHH THEY FREED EVERYONE!!!

DO IT GUYS!!! HEAT AND SOUND!!!!

CHROMIA!!! :D

FIST BUMP!!!!!

AND LASERBEAK IS OK!!!!

Uh oh spaghettio that doesn’t seem good

OH WOW YOU’RE REALLY GONNA END THE EPISODE THERE??? HECK I FORGET HOW SHORT THESE ARE

Not to sound predictable but I think that was the most interesting episodes of the season so far

Episode 12

Aw man the judge is still alive heck

MY BOYS!!! MY BOYS IN ONE ROOM TALKING TOGETHER AND NOT TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!!!

Optimus: We will work together to stop this Megatron: *half-hearted grumble of assent*

Bee please don’t reignite the war by bumping into people

LMAO WHY’S IT SOUND LIKE OPTIMUS JUST ASKED MEGATRON TO MARRY HIM

I love this they’re both like “frick this is so uncomfortable”

MEGATRON COME ON

HELL YEAH YOU TELL EM SOUNDWAVE nice teamwork!!!

KUP!!!! AND STRIKA!!!

LMAO THEY SHOVED THEM IN THE TRAINING SIM guys pls. I mean good effort but

Man can I just say it’s so nice seeing these two (especially Soundwave, the world’s most under-valued Decepticon ever) become respected leaders while getting time in the spotlight? I LOVE that!!!!

I should redraw this screenshot sometime

Bee and Arcee and Shadow Striker and Lockdown!! Such a good combo

OH MY GOSH HE SERIOUSLY DID A TOUCH REFERENCE

AHHHHHH SOUNDWAVE BACKED HIM UP WITH MUSIC, I KNEW THEY’D GET ALONG!!!! SALING YOU WERE SO RIGHT AHHHHH

I’D DIE FOR YOU TWO!!!!!!!!!!

TEAM SOUNDWAVE AND HOT ROD: THE ULTIMATE CAPTAINS!!!!

SKYWARP!!!!!!

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

Life-or-death video games really do build friendships

WINDBLADE!!! :D

Aw man are you guys still really gonna wake up this Titan

Windblade: Did you guys ask Maccadam about this first Hot Rod: Oh absolutely he definitely said yes don’t worry about it Windblade: You sure? This dude seems like. Super evil Hot Rod: Nah it’ll be fine don’t even worry about it

THANK YOU RODDY for being the voice of reason for once

Maccadam: Now isn’t the time for this Titan, we need to save that for the season finale

Can’t believe they’re really dragging a bomb through the city

Ok so like. Where is Megatron during all of this. Are you seriously gonna sulk and miss this whole battle Megatron

Arcee with her machine gun is SO cute

Someone please shoot this shark dude and shut him up

AW THEY BROKE ARCEE’S MACHINE GUN :(

GET ‘IM WINDBLADE!!!

HEY MEGATRON OPTIMUS COULD REALLY USE A HAND HERE COME ON

WHOOPS so much for the bomb

OH AND EVERYONE ELSE I GUESS?? FORGOT THAT THE BOMB WOULD PROBABLY HIT THEM

WINDBLADE PLEASE BE CAREFUL

BEE FALLING AND RODDY IMMEDIATELY DROPPING DOWN TO SHIELD HIM, OH MAN THAT GOT ME HURTING SOMETHING FIERCE

HERE COMES IACONUS AND WINDBLADE

Man I hope we get to see Windblade and Starscream duke it out with Titans

THANK YOU FOR SAVING HER MACCADAM I WAS SO WORRIED

“I’ve lost too many cityspeakers this way” OH WOW THAT CONFESSION ACTUALLY LEGIT HURT....Mac how many times have city speakers tried controlling Iaconus? How many people have you seen die apart from the citizens of Iacon?

AW MAN BUMMER PLACE TO END IT ok let’s do a few more episodes after a quick break (I’m still SCREAMING over that Soundwave episode)

#i talk #I'm watching Cyberverse #Cyberverse spoiler /#Primordial Robot hell

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