#I'm sorry men this is what peak performance looks like

[opbackgrounds]

I just want to take a moment to appreciate the fact that One Piece is a manga where a man in armor with flame decals on the helmet dual wielding semi-automatic, poisoned harpoon guns riding a giant cow like a low ride motorcycle is a thing that exists

[sanaexus]

accidental confessions

how the bluelock men would confess to you

includes: sae, nagi, rin

sae itoshi

sae didn't mean to confess, he really didn't. it was purely accidental. to him, in a world full of football and being the best there wasn't any time for love.

but you were his manager (sneek peak into an upcoming fic btw), you dealt with him so kindly, despite his temper tantrums and attitude worse than a teenager who had a bad day. so how was he supposed to not fall for you?

so when you were scolding him for not paying attention and being distracted be it listening to what you were saying or just being "out of it" in general, he snapped.

it was late evening after a particularly intense practice session with the team, but sae, of course stayed back, he was having a shitty week, both in and out of practice, he would himself distracted very often, but he didn't know others could notice it, not until you approach him. "sae? it's getting late you should probably head back" he stops dribbling the ball to stare at you with a deadpan expression as he curtly replies with a "no", now that was annoying, you couldn't exactly leave until he did, him being distracted all week was not only a hindrance for him, but for the entire time and you. "for god's sake stop acting like a child sae and just go home. you've been distracted all week and because of that not only you but the entire team and me had a shitty week, so please just go home and rest."

that caught his attention, as he suddenly halts. he didn't like any part of what you just said. was his performance so lackluster that everyone was hindered? well now he had to do something about this crush, didn't he?

"well, i'm sorry that i fell in love with you and now you won't fucking leave my damn mind and now i'm fucking distracted almost always because all i can think about is you. i didn't mean for this to happen either but i can't do shit about it."

now this was all confusing to you, because THE itoshi sae loves you? and you're on his mind 24/7? you're the reason he's distracted? there were so many questions running through your head. "you what...?"

"i said it once and i won't say it again. it doesn't matter anyway." he grabbed his duffel bag angrily slinging it over his shoulder heading out of the field without doing his usual routine.

doesn't matter anyway? how was he so wrong? was he that oblivious that he didn't notice your feelings for him?- were all the thoughts that ran through your head. before sae could go any further, you catch up to him "you're stupid. you're so so so fucking stupid, and very rude."

stupid? rude? what did you mean? what did he do? he knew you didn't feel the same but how was that rude? wasn't he understanding?

"i find it so incredibly rude that you think i'm not head over heels with your oblivious ass. are you a brick or something? because you're dense as fuck." you breathed out, looking straight at him, though his back was facing you.

he was overwhelmed, the itoshi sae was overwhelmed. the impossible thought of you liking him back was possible and very real? he slowly turned to face you, not realizing just how close you were standing. "tell me you aren't joking, because i swear if you are-"

he got cut off by a kiss. it took him a moment to realize what was going on but once he did he pulled you in closer. as you pull away from him and ask him "enough proof for you to know i'm not joking?"

nagi seishiro

nagi believe everything was a pain, waking up in the morning, going to school, any and every "normal" task was a pain to him. but not you, talking to you wasn't a pain, going out to a cafe with you wasn't a pain; being with you wasn't a pain.

so of course, nagi fell for you, hard and fast, but how could you blame him? you were so understanding and kind to everyone that it was impossible not to love you and nagi being nagi wanted to ask you.

it was finally spring. warm weather was approaching, beautiful cherry blossoms were in bloom, and couples were everywhere. nagi thought it was the perfect time to confess to you.

so when he saw you during lunch break talking to some of your friends near a vending machine smiling so brightly, your sweet giggles ringing in his ears, he swears he fell in love again.

your friends being the oh-so-amazing wingmen they were, excused themselves the moment nagi approached. your heart beat loud and fast. it was scary, being alone with nagi, you didn't know why you felt this way but you did.

it was hard not to fall for nagi, he was just so adorable. it was no secret that nagi was a prodigy, his talents knew no limit, but that didn't make him a show off. no, he was still a genuine and overall an amazing person.

nagi unknowingly trapped you between him and the wall, his hand next to your head, he looked down at you with a small smile. "can you wait for me after school near the gate? i need to confess to you."

you were dumbfounded, he said that so confidently, you doubted if he knew what he just said. "nagi.. just repeat what you said"

he was confused, why did you ask him to repeat as he replays what he told you in his mind, he realized that he technically just confessed right now, a soft "oh" leaves him as he realizes.

"well you should still wait after near the gate, i'll take you on a date."

and without any further explanation he left the scene, console in his hand heading towards where ever reo was.

rin itoshi

rin was a soft person, before spain, rin was the sweetest you, never once did he ever hurt you, physically or emotionally. why would he? you were his bestfriend, the one person he cherished along side his brother.

but that all changed after the incident with sae, it was like someone did a whole 360 on his personality, he was cold, aloof, egotistical and extremely competitive.

he didn't care about anyone or anything, all he wanted to do was beat sae and isagi. he didn't take care of himself and that was worrying. because all he did was practice.

you welcomed yourself into the itoshi household, you could say it was perks of being next door neighbors and family friends. you greet rin's mom and head over to his room like you usually did, sometimes he'd come from practice when you were there, sometimes he wouldn't. however today was different, because the moment you entered his room, you see rin focused on the screen infront of him observing a match.

it was concerning and it didn't help that you didn't know how long he had been sitting there, staring at screen.

"rin?" you call out his name, knowing he wouldn't really give a reply just a hum of acknowledgement that your in this room. usually you would have given up and just sat there doing your own things but today you were persistent.

"rin? can you atleast look at me?" he turns his head around annoyed that his concentration was broken "what?"

"for how long have you been sitting there?" you sit down on his bed facing him with a questioning look on your face.

"how does it matter? why are you even here?"

that pissed you off. the questions 'how does it matter' or 'why are you even here' pissed you off, but it didn't only anger you, it hurt you. you were his bestfriend. of course it mattered, and you were there because you cared and it hurt because now it felt like this "friendship" was one-sided

"i'm here because i care rin, why else would i be here?"

"since when did you fucking care?! even if you do, i didn't ask you to care for me, don't be surprised when you're getting ignored by me."

"since fucking forever you stupid dunce, maybe i fucking care about you because i'm in love with you, but the way you're behaving makes me feel like you don't give two shits about how i feel and maybe you don't, but i care about you, and maybe that's my biggest mistake."

was all he heard before the door slammed, he didn't know why but he chased after you. to him there was no time for romance or love if you want to become the best, but when he heard those words coming from you, that was a wake up call for him. he grabbed your hand right before you reached the porch of your house.

"i love you" he didn't know why he said it, he didn't know what else to say, he didn't know what else to do but just say those three words and hug you, and when he did, he knew he meant those three words more than anything else in his life.

ALSO LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PT.2 OF THIS

sigh this took alot longer than it should have and this was pretty hard to write because of the dialogues and i find it to be awkward but hopefully it's still fine and you all like it. i know rin's part wasn't him confessing but instead the reader confessing but whatever.

also to the anon that had requested a certain fic, i'm working on it, it may take a little while longer, so i wrote this in the meantime so i had something to post.

[throwaway-yandere]

His Version Of You [Yan!Kaveh & Yan!Veritas Ratio/Reader]

a/n: tis another solid “twas a crack idea but I made it too serious” fic. kavetham rivalry is overrated af, KaTio is the way to go /j. when you finish it, can you answer the poll at the bottom on who you would pick between these two? bless you.

unreliable synopsis: When one grieves, sometimes it is best not to be reminded of who you're grieving for. Especially not by fighting over a recreation of their heart and soul. [based on @2broschlininahotub & @meimeimeirin's request]

content warnings/tags: [light yandere vs yandere]/[implied poly!yandere/reader] fic, geniuses who can't take a W, au shenanigans, the girlies love to bicker it’s their love native language

"What were you thinking, you idiot?! Thank my reflexes that I caught the statue beforehand or else I would have to explain what a monumental mistake that is. Just use your common sense for once, will you?!"

"Please— I don't want to hear that from YOU of all people! This is MY stone. Stop acting like you actually care. You took us away from my world! You're the one who's too obsessed with researching it! It's like a damn test subject and not a companion to you!"

"That's because it is, you fucking oaf!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE GIVING ME FALSE HOPE THAT IT'S A LIVING BEING!!!"

Veritas stood with his arms crossed, eyebrows scrunched and his frown the deepest Kaveh had ever seen. The architect, absolutely baffled at his experiment partner's harsh evaluation, felt his eyes dampening. His bumping of the sculpture was pure accident, but Veritas' sharp tongue cut deep into Kaveh's pride. Even the most understanding of men would find his tone abrasive.

Getting riled up…Over a damn statue.

"Just because it's alive, doesn't mean it's a companion. And just because it is a test subject, doesn't mean you can just near-topple it as you damn please."

The arguments subsided. They exchanged long looks as they tried to figure out how the "little dispute" had come dangerously close to abusive. With his anger gradually fading, Kaveh was the one to take the first initiative. Kaveh steeled himself. The architect's shoulders dropped, and his expression softened. Jaded.

"Veritas... I'm sorry. As much as this statue… means… to me, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I-I was just upset, you're aware that I've been working all afternoon polishing the statue and I took that anger out on you. I'm sorry." Kaveh said.

"Right." Veritas closed his eyes. "Apology accepted. I understand that you're visibly distressed, but I will not tolerate low-quality work."

As Kaveh was about to get defensive, Veritas placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Which is to say, take a rest, Kaveh. Work when you can guarantee peak performance." Veritas sighed. "Rest. Pompom has already prepared your bed for you."

Kaveh cast his gaze down on the floor, wearing a feeble smile. Though their list of grievances from the past days was enough to fill two pages, Veritas is steeped in cunning. He knew exactly how to plaster Kaveh's impulse.

"Right… I'm just tired."

"Precisely. The faster the progress, the greater the chance of errors." Veritas smiled back, although looking less sincere as Kaveh's. "Take a rest, Kaveh."

With a murmur, Kaveh got up and dusted off his pants from the metamorphic rock that had been sandpapered. People aren't made to stay cooped up inside all the time. He took one last look at the project before heading out for the night, noting that while the foundation was in place, work still needed to be done before they could decide on the final look. If he could just make the hands softer-looking…

"Kaveh…" Veritas chimed, warning with his arms crossed.

"Right, right!" Kaveh laughed nervously, still slightly vexed by the reproach. "Maybe I'm getting too brave at night, I don't know why I'm boldly thinking of trying my hand at smoothening the statue again."

"I'd consider you more weak-hearted than stouthearted," Veritas dusted Kaveh's shoulders off. "And do try to keep yourself clean."

"I'm too tired to run a shower…"

Veritas sighed loudly.

The both of them had decided to leave the studio with a degree of finality. Hunched over, the kidnapped architect left to take his well-deserved slumber while the doctor decided that a warm bath would benefit him more. The night "concludes", or so Kaveh thought.

Looking back, these two are the most unlikely friends to exist, are they not? A professor slash doctor of the Intelligentsia Guild and the architect "Light of the Kshahwerar" collaborating over a glorified arts and crafts project. To truly understand this bizarreness, it is wise to look back to its beginning.

In his quest to rid the galaxy of a disease he dubbed "ignorance", Dr. Veritas Ratio sallied forth to practice his preachings. Even joined the Astral Express at some point, but it was only in this instance did he found companionship with an extremely empathetic individual. 

And their first meeting was not a decent starting point.

Veritas set out on his umpteenth assignment handed out by the Express. He was sent to explore the dangerous land formations of Sumeru with the trailblazer. Every extended curve revealed pyramids and sand, and Veritas kept Stelle close by using her straps as a leash. Nevertheless, when they accidentally entered an unstable domain, his disgruntled complaints ceased. Deciding it would be best for only one to investigate further, Veritas volunteered.

There was just one discernible light path inside the mostly collapsing structure. Yet, every step he took was curiously inaudible, and when he reached the Apex, he met the sight of blonde hair. 

Enter: Kaveh.

"You get what I mean right? It feels like my problems just keep piling up and up, like an impossible mountain. There's never anyone who would listen to me complain, but you…" The words that fell from the stranger's lips were sweeter than honey as he waxed poetic. "You're always here to listen. And it makes me feel so much less alone. Thank you…"

The blonde man had his cheek against a large rectangular rock, caressing it appreciatingly. His eyelids were lowered and his cheeks were puffy. Whether he cried beforehand or was merely exhausted cannot be assessed from Veritas' distance from him.

February 5, ████.

Kaveh had recently lost his lover that day. They died due to an unforeseen heart attack, which pains him more since his darling had always been healthy. Since his "delam" has passed away, he has been inconsolable. He refused to part with any possessions they left. No matter how many of their fellow archeologists begged for (Y/n)'s notes, he barked with gritted teeth that his mind would not change.

… How ironic that he used to call his lover "my heart" when the very same organ was the cause of death.

Neither wine nor friends can get a reaction out of him. The best he could do to continue living was to focus on his work and his young mentees. (Y/n) always wanted to be a teacher but couldn't because of their daytime job, so Kaveh fulfilled their dreams instead.

That includes continuing their research on the strange rock they had found in the desert.

Kaveh remained hotly bent on preserving everything they loved. Despite its unconventional and jagged appearance, the rock struck him as the most beautiful thing he had seen in a long while. Its lack of clear patterns didn't matter; it stood tall, capturing his fascination. It had ended his slump and had become an integral part of him. This hyperfixation had not gone unnoticed by Lesser Lord Kusanali, but when she visited him, she… strangely endorsed of his newfound lunacy. She knew something he did not.

Something about the rock… felt so similar to his deceased "delam".

The doctor, lacking any context for the sight before him, raised an eyebrow. His duty may be to educate others, but this was beyond help. A pell-mell of incoherent ramblings filled the room with the hither and thither of blonde hair to match. But this was the first person he encountered in Teyvat. And he was determined to get any info out of him.

"Excuse me."

The blonde man blinked repeatedly, eyes going wide at the sight of Veritas approaching.

"I'm Dr. Veri—"

"T-This isn't what it looks like!!!" The blonde freaked out. "This is– It's just! This rock, it has sentimental value and–"

"…" Veritas drawled. "Riiiight. I'm… Dr. Veritas Ratio. I'm not of this world— I believe my companions and I are what you refer to as Descenders. We wish to collect petrology info for databank purposes. May you offer assistance?"

Kaveh did not know what to say. But by instincts, he knew something was not entirely right with this man. 

He'd be right. Veritas wasn't there specifically for rocks. He's just, crudely put, nosy.

"And I am supposed to blindly believe any stranger who wears such a strange getup?" Kaveh stood up and protectively hid the rock behind him. "Sorry, I kindly refuse. And I am not equipped to help either."

Veritas smirked and cracked some knuckles with his left thumb.

There was a damn good reason why Stelle was left behind. On the entrance of the gate laid an inscription that roughly translates to the words "adepti" and "tribute". His intellect in this linguistics may be rusty, but it is not incorrect.

He had an inkling that the rock this peculiar blonde was obsessing over was imbued with a sliver of ambuscade soul who took arms against the worst opponents imaginable.

A "yaksha", if you were a Liyue local.

Veritas was by no means unmindful of Kaveh's obsession. He held his tongue, assessing that to set a quarrel with an unpredictable variable would prolong his journey. There was no profit to be had in angering an unreadable man. 

"Well then, if I can't take that rock within reason…"

Dr. Ratio opened his book.

…

…

…

"… Long story short, that's why this chick is all wrapped up like a present."

Through brute force, both Stelle and Veritas managed to drop both Kaveh and the rock inside the Express, to the surprise of many. They were initially sent to only survey Teyvat (which meant Veritas positively lied to Kaveh earlier). No one expected an angry Sumeru man to "visit." 

"I-I am not a chick! I am a man! I'm Kaveh— an architect!!!" The self-proclaimed man wriggled around the trailblazer's yellow ropes, looking pale as he stared at the unfamiliar faces and scenery before him. "H-Hey!!! Unhand me at once!!!"

"Oh, you're not a girl? You're pretty, though."

"I should've known you would bring something peculiar on board, Dr. Ratio, I just didn't expect it to be a weird human-sized rock..." Said the red-haired lady. "But anyways, you, Sir Kaveh, have quite a remarkable sense of fashion."

"I haven't seen any guy wear earrings that big before…" The grey-haired girl said with grabby hands.

"Please don't try to yank it off him," the brown-haired man sighed and pulled her back with his cane.

Kaveh was a little taken aback by the diversity of tongues in front of him. It was clear based on their accents that they didn't quite come from the same world, yet they communicate as near-family. 

"Do all Teyvat people have rocks for friends or is it just you?" A strawberry-haired young lady asked as she approached the rock, which set Kaveh in an even more panicked frenzy when she attempted to poke it.

"N-NO!!! DON'T!!!" 

March flinched at his sudden scream and nearly fell had Stelle not caught her.

"Yeah, March, be respectful, you never know if that's the love of his life or something like that," said Stelle.

Kaveh's eyes widened. "You… How did you just understand me better than my friends…?"

The room went quiet. Dan Heng glanced at Veritas, who pretended not to notice him. Mentioning romance near him had always been a dangerous move. Veritas' face crumpled slightly. 

There were scars in his own heart he had yet to patch up, and he needed no reminder that he was procrastinating.

Dan Heng cleared his throat.

"It's bad news to have Stelle be the only one who "gets you" if you consider yourself of sane mind." Dan Heng spoke. "But then again, you remind me of Argenti…"

"Where did you find this man, Doctor?" Welt digressed, concerned as he towered above the tied Kaveh. The older man doesn't have objections to his (kidnapped) presence. He can tell by the look on both Kaveh and Veritas' faces that neither was a man with no substance, and the latter saw to exploit the former.

Veritas only shrugged and jabbed his thumb in Stelle's general direction. "Assistant…"

"On it." Stelle saluted solemnly. "We found him in a pyramid. The doctor thought he would be a worthy individual to study if we wish to understand the culture behind one of the seven nations. Since Mister Yang told us to befriend important people–"

"Since when was kidnapping synonymous with befriending?"

"–this is Ratio's candidate."

"That is correct, and he's not just any other person. I have seen him in the Guild's Persons of Interest. He is Kaveh, the light of the Kshahrewar," Veritas claimed. "A certified scholar of the Akademiya and the face for the Darshan he was an alumnus of."

The Express quietly signaled shock over Ratio's interest in the man. 

Kaveh slunk back, defeated. When there's little progress, a man naturally turns restive. Kaveh no longer had much to fear in his life. The worst had already come to pass, and the world became mere static noise. He had no hope of escaping soon, not when he saw his homeworld's true "sky". Or at least, back then, he thought it was one. The world he knew was a mere tapestry of ████…

…

"Not that there aren't enough rooms in the Express, but why bring him and the rock here?" Himeko paused to take a sip of her piping hot coffee. "Isn't it a bit, I don't know, overkill?"

"It's because that pyramid is no place to cultivate a living species, and there's no better–... lab assistant... than this man before us." Dr. Ratio looked at the man on the floor. 

Dan Heng tried not to comment on how sad his tone was when Veritas referred to Kaveh as a "lab assistant". He knew what had happened to Ratio, but it was not the right time or place. 

"What do you mean by living?" Himeko asked.

"That rock has adeptal power within it that we can awaken. That is, if he'd help us make his little rock come to life."

With his words, he moved the unweariable Kaveh to act complacent.

Kaveh felt as though the floor caved beneath him. An unholy mixture of disbelief, awe, and joy swirled within his already jetlagged mind. The fact of the matter was, despite being incredibly unstable, he was lucid enough to know that a miracle was possible. 

"What…?"

"It's been a month since that whole debacle," Veritas muttered to himself as he flicked the wrist that held his book away from the bathtub's bubbly waters. "I suppose I was harsh to the poor man. But is that treatment not at all deserved?"

Over time, Veritas grew to like Kaveh, especially after knowing he was tutoring young aspiring architects free of charge. Still, Kaveh's strangely compliant behavior does not deviate from his first impression. His empty eyes were enough sign that Kaveh lived through emotionally draining struggles and came out with few real friends. He lost his raison d'etre, that's why he willingly threw his life in Teyvat away.

… In Kaveh's words, he only wished for a "vacation". If his prize was to go elsewhither with a satisfying result, then he's not opposed to (getting kidnapped) a new "collaboration".

The doctor can't say no to it either.

Deep down, prodigy genius Veritas couldn't deny the harsh truth: witnessing that pitiful man finding solace in an inanimate object was a stark reminder that he harbored the same "illness".

Hence, Veritas offered consistent "insults" to the brightest of Kshashrewar, and each time, Kaveh took the opportunity to improve. Veritas considered it a necessary evil. But even after surpassing those challenges, Kaveh was helpless to overcome the deep emptiness that persisted in his soul.

Kaveh never really spoke about who his previous lover was. All everyone knew was that he lovingly called them "delam"– his heart. They didn't want to bring him more pain by even asking a simple question like delam's real name.

A huge mistake later on.

"... Tch," Veritas grunted, his eyebrows furrowing sadly. The thought of his last love affairs had soured his mood.

Veritas stood from his bath, drying himself and wrapping a towel on his lower half.

… He likely won't sleep tonight.

Forgetting his agreement to continue the project tomorrow morning, he unlocked the door to the studio room Himeko lent them. He left trails of his wet footsteps. His wavy hair also remained damp, but he could not care much for it. Veritas will dress himself up later. Just a towel will suffice for now.

"Sculpting…"

Veritas laughed to himself as he took some tools off the table.

"Wasn't this your pastime and not mine—" he closed his eyes, muttering the next words with a teasingly melancholic tilt. "Assistant (L/n)?"

His grip on the chisel tightened, painting his knuckles white.

Professor (Y/n) (L/n).

The person responsible for the Council of Mundanites' existence. Their name rarely escapes his lips, treating their memory like a curse. Just exhaling the thought of them out of his system makes him nauseous. As if the air inside him gets knocked out. His eyes would flutter shut, no different from a dying man who held weakly holds on. Veritas hated this anguish. The doctor hated this vicious seemingly never-ending cycle called "grief".

"(Y/n)…" Ratio muttered. "Your face is still etched in my mind. What more do I need to eradicate these… unnecessary burdens?"

He could practically hear them laugh beside him.

Haha, please. You think about me so much that you consider me burdensome? Oh, you dork! If you loved me so much, you should've written a love letter.

"You absolute ignoramus," Veritas laughed softly. "You cannot discredit my efforts, though, can you?"

"My dearest…" He breathed out in pain once more. "My most wonderful partner. The best teaching assistant I ever had. You…"

… Never loved him back.

Dr. Veritas Ratio was no idiot. He despised any form of delusion. Throughout his life, he had been a tyrannical figure who pursued truth and not stagnant idolatry for every "patient". But when an immovable force meets an unstoppable object, would you consider him a tamed emperor?

Professor (L/n) was the first person he met who brazenly called themselves a "mundanite". A true mediocre. And they were beautiful at their very core.

Not free of sin, but free of hubris.

Molded as a genius since birth, the very foundations of (L/n)'s philosophies dismantled Ratio. (L/n) admired geniuses like Herta, but never romanticized the notion of natural-born wits. They always strived to eradicate their own "ignorance". But even when they are more knowledgeable than they let on, (L/n) never boasts. This behavior provides no benefit in an academically competitive field. Nothing confused the irrefutable prodigy like their longtime academic partner.

Geniuses— Masters— when I achieve great things, I don't want to have silly titles before my name. It's so… rigid, don't you think so, Veritas?

I wouldn't know.

Ha! Of course, you wouldn't. You've lived your entire life as one. But level with me for a second. Wouldn't life be less boring if…

He raised the chisel.

… we never stopped considering ourselves as mere beginners? Isn't there more joy to being a mundane with untapped potential than a stiff jack of all trades? C'mon, Veritas. Doesn't the idea that there's always more to explore make this vast world seem less dull?

Veritas bit his lip. Tears were threatening to spill.

February 5, ████.

It was Dr. Veritas Ratio's fault that they died that day. He thought (L/n) was capable of handling an extremely dangerous laboratory mishap. They were not. Despite his assistant's years of experience, every man is an unsuspecting fledgling in the face of death. It does not discriminate between the mediocre and the brightest.

That's absurd, (L/n). What is the point of learning if not for its mastery?

"Assistant… Let me offer this final tribute so that you can finally s-stop… haunting… me."

But they will never stop. Their last long exchange repeated in his head throughout the night. No matter how many times he hammered, the clanging sound did not drown out the voices in his head. The words mocked him, over and over, and over.

I'm sorry Veritas…

Why are you apologizing?

… I'm afraid I just don't see you that way. I'm just an ordinary person, and I doubt I could ever genuinely return the love of someone as brilliant as you. I'm afraid your affection might be akin to caring for a pet, and I can't find it in myself to figure out how to respond in kind.

… That's not true. You cannot simply decline my confession with a lukewarm excuse—

I'm afraid I'm just an ordinary college professor with no PhDs. I will have to reject your love. I'm so sorry.

But why?!

"(Y/n)… The one person I can never grasp…" Veritas muttered as he looked at the finished piece. "Here you are... Created by my own hands..."

Beautiful. Not a single doubt that it was carved in their likeness. The (Y/n) he knew was a professor who loved their teaching job, but wished they were more of an adventurer. Secretly, (Y/n) wanted to be an archeologist, and perhaps that's one of the reasons why Veritas let the mysterious rock formation inside the Express. Maybe if they continued living, they would've liked this gesture.

Ha… As if.

Veritas—

W-What aspect must I improve on? To dismiss me so impatiently— do I lack the charm? I can always learn to suit your tastes. Don't tell such a bold lie. I highly doubt that it is due to my academic performance. There's another man you've wasted your affections on, is there?!

Veritas, please…

Enough! Enough with these lies and tell me! J-Just… Just tell me, (Y/n)!

He's tired. Veritas just wanted to hold them again. He just wanted to "fix" their hair- tucking his golden hairpin to subconsciously teach their associates and students that Professor (L/n) was his. He missed the way he would hide (L/n)'s lab coat just so he could make them wear his as he left for the day. He missed secretly leaving small love confessions on their class grade spreadsheets, add/drop forms, and even their private online journals so he would read messages about how they must've caught a computer virus. He missed teasing them when they hadn't got a clue that he was unserious. He missed hearing (L/n) whine. He missed the way it made him warm.

He missed the warmth.

"Stop..."

He missed you.

"Stop this..."

And he continues to miss his (Y/n) so much.

"Please..."

It's unbearable.

There is no one else.

Yes, there is! I refuse to believe it! It's your recent lab partner, isn't it!? The man everyone has fallen for— you have taken a liking to him more than me, the person who has been with you all this time!!! You… You ungrateful!—

Veritas is so, so tired and more chipped than the rock he had worked on… Unlike the statue, he cannot tangibly pick up the pieces (L/n) that broke him in. There's only a hollow void of what could've been.

Why... Why did they have to reject him? If they hadn't rejected him, he wouldn't have coldly assigned (Y/n) to deal with the containment breach alone. He would've thought it through. He would've realized he was plagued with ignorance. He would've changed so many things that February 5th.

But that's all there was to it. Just "would have"s, not "have done"s.

Ngh–?! Why… did you... slap me…?

Veritas, maybe you should stop and look down and listen to us common-minded folks for once in your life! The simple fact is that you're just so out of reach. How can you love me, when you don't even understand me, Genius Ratio? How can you confess when you don't know what it's like to work for the knowledge you have? How can you love a "mundanite" like me?

… (Y/n)… T-That's simply untrue, and you are aware of that...

It's morning, an appropriate time to head back to his guest room.

When he was certain that he was alone, Veritas finally allowed himself to cry.

"There's no mistake that we both are- were idiots. We both failed to see that I'm a mundanite, just like you."

In contrast to his former roommate, Kaveh is an early riser. Not exactly a morning person, but a man of discipline nonetheless. Perhaps the concluded argument last night made his rise more motivating. He had no qualms with getting out of bed, heading straight to take a shower before drinking coffee with Himeko.

The morning was wordless but calm.

Whatever happened after he reentered the studio, however, was the exact opposite.

"Delam…?" Kaveh knelt with both knees down on the floor, shocked.

"Is that you…? Delam… Delam!!!"

You tilted your head.

Delam. That was the first word you've heard upon your birth or "rebirth", depending on whose narrative was at play. You first rose from your slumber much like an earth's crust would give way to a volcano. Warmth seeped from your chest and then throughout your body, filling you with life and newfound nerves. But no one was around. You had been observing the fading trail of wet footsteps, yet lacked the courage to leave the room.

Veritas was right. The rock does have life. And you have been awakened.

You looked human. You move human.

But you do not sound human.

"Delam! I-I can't believe this!"

For words fail.

「… Who are you?」

After all, since when can statues speak?

With unsteady legs, he attempted to approach your nearly nude figure. The sheet they used to keep out dust was the only cover you had. He pulled you in when he got close enough, and you wanted to squeak when he rested his nose on your shoulder. His breath tickled hot. However, his warm tears helped you to accept the melancholic reality.

"Delam! D-Delam, my sweetheart, my (Y-(Y/n)… A-Ah… Ah…"

Kaveh pulled back only to kiss your forehead. He was warm. You are not. Despite the fabrics he wore, you can feel his heat against your "skin". His heart was beating. Such an organ does not exist inside of you.

"(Y/n), my (Y/n)…" He gasped out between peppered kisses on your neck. "Mine… My heart has returned to me. Can you hear it too? It's beating again… It beats… I never thought I'd hear my heart again since you've been gone…"

His words made little sense to you, but you knew he liked your form. Kaveh's fingers traced around you, loving each inch, whether it was curved flesh or bone-like sharpness— he didn't care for he knew it was his (Y/n) (L/n).

He's so colorful. Reds, yellows, oranges, and even hints of blues and greens. It made you silently conscious about how you were a boring dull gray.

Warm, like the sun.

「… Baobei?」

"My (Y/n)… D-Delam…" Kaveh pressed his forehead against yours, your lips nearly touching.

You wiped his tears away.

Was that your name? (Y/n)…?

"Kaveh, what the hell are you doing?!"

The blonde man momentarily stopped cradling you out of shock.

This new man was all purples, blue, gold, and small taints of cyan and red. The expression he wore made you believe he might be covetous beyond mankind. There's a level of gluttonous greed in his anger that makes even the earth like yourself phased.

「… Who is he…?」

Both of them feel familiar to you, but you do not know why.

"Veritas!" Kaveh's eyes widened. "A miracle just happened— delam— they're—!"

"Put (Y/n) down this instant!!!"

Kaveh blinked.

"What… What did you say?"

"I said put them down, damn it! Who the hell are you, touching them so carelessly like they're yours?!"

Kaveh's eyebrows furrowed.

"How do you know that name?!" Kaveh yelled. "How did you know who (Y/n) is!?"

The doctor was equally confused.

Why would the ignorance-prone Kaveh know the name of his deceased love too?

Veritas has not talked about his old assistant to any breathing being for a long time. Talking felt like admitting that they were gone for good. But in this case, it produces a contrary result.

"Why the fuck wouldn't I?!"

"I don't know— maybe because you're not from Teyvat?!"

"What are you on, you imbecile?! Can you stop defiling them with your filthy hands?!" Veritas scowled and summoned his book. "Hands. Off."

The warning only made Kaveh even more possessive. He gently pushed you behind his back, glaring at him.

"No."

"Kaveh, you pestilence ridden—!!!"

"No, not until you tell me why the hell you know the name of my fiance!"

Veritas' heart sank.

… Fiance?

No… No, no way.

What's happening? How would that make sense?!

(Y/n) is his. Why should you belong to Kaveh?

"Are… are you insane?!" Veritas screamed. "I should've—"

"What?! Threw me off the Express?! I dare you!!!" Kaveh glared. "You knew you couldn't win against me alone, that's why your best bet was to knock me out— and you know it."

"Ngh."

Neither of them realized the greater reason as to why they knew the "same" person. The doctor may have jumped through various universes, but he had not done enough to notice a key factor.

There they were, claiming to love the image behind their animated statue— when they didn't know what it was they cried for.

"Just answer the question: who is (Y/n) to you?" Kaveh grumbled.

Somehow, he was far more frightening when his voice was calm and low. 

The usually diplomatic architect materialized his weapon out of thin air.

"Go on. Tell me."

The doctor stiffened. There was no way Veritas was losing this argument. 

It's unethical. Wholly unethical to appeal to pathos in this manner. To weave tales for his benefit.

But the end justifies the means.

Veritas flashed you a guilt-ridden expression…

Before he said the biggest lie known only to himself.

"Professor (Y/n) (L/n) is MY dead lover, and I molded the statue based on their appearance last night!" Veritas yanked a fistful of Kaveh's shirt and brought him closer. "So why are you claiming them as YOURS?!"

…

…

The sound of a cane hitting the floor stopped all hell from possibly breaking loose.

Welt Yang had one foot inside the room and one out the door. He wore a knowing and empathetic look. The others were behind him, looking particularly shaken up.

This screaming match was the worst the two ever had.

"Kaveh, Dr. Ratio, enough." He calmly spoke up. "I think I understand the confusion."

"Allow me to explain…"

"I'm surprised you have no comments on their flower-bespangled clothes, yet…" 

"The aesthetic is... tasteful. I like the headdress." 

"Of course, you like the crown of laurel…" 

"However–"

"Oh Lord Kusanali, here we go…"

Upon Welt's intervention, every piece started to fit together. The explanation was a frustratingly simple but difficult truth. (Y/n) (L/n) was not just one entity in the vast universe— there are inevitable variations.

The two eventually calmed down as they heard both sides. Veritas' (Y/n), who Kaveh later refers to as an "expy" as a placeholder name, was a professor— while Kaveh's "delam" was an archeologist. Almost the same, but not a complete copy-paste.

You, however, they are unsure of. No one knows yet if you do carry (Y/n)'s soul or if you're a mere replica. Veritas is working on the hypothesis that you were an adeptal tool who aided in freeing the vigilant yaksha from a malevolent Sumeru God.

But those bits of info doesn't matter in the end. Why?

Because they both love "you" deeply.

And these intelligent men can "learn" how to share.

"Are you not tired? Perhaps it is time I take over. Only a fool would work when completely drained." Dr. Ratio then added. "Does it not fall in my skilled hands to weave such clothing for them now? Even better than mere fabric, I'm willing to handle clay and mold it around their bo—"

"Considering how many fools can also calculate and perhaps wear an asbestos mask as a quirky character trait, it is surprising that the fool in front of me thinks he can show proficiency over a tedious task." Kaveh raised an eyebrow, seething at the thought of Veritas' unfair perverted touch lingering on your body, again.

"I think you are experiencing what is known as the Dunning-Kruger effect, as Mister Yang calls it." He added.

Veritas scoffed.

They may be revered both as geniuses in their fields, but they're reduced to kindergarten-like rivals when it comes to you. Their first order of business after another truce was to provide your clothes. Fortunately, Stelle's fashion sense was more unisex than anticipated so you borrowed hers in the meantime.

While you sat on the sofa with the bubbly March 7th, the two started planning your wardrobe. Kaveh returned later on the same evening with the most… floral clothes much to Veritas' dismay.

He missed seeing his version of (Y/n) who wore classic academic styles, not— whatever this was.

"It is mere confidence; no other variable is at play. The fool in question is the artisan responsible for the expeditious sculpting of the aforementioned statue within a singular nocturnal interval. A fact that eludes your appreciation, my less-than-appreciative and unskilled interlocutor."

Kaveh momentarily had the face of a man unpracticed in speech. People often forget that he majored in STEM, not HUMSS. Though he had some essay-based minors in his first & second years, he lacked preparation for Veritas' otherworldly vocabulary. Kaveh would whet his greatsword if Veritas said something bluntly deprecating.

Still, he can't deny that it was through Veritas' handiwork that made your hands as soft as Kaveh wanted them to be. And that secretly pisses him off.

You tilted your head.

Somehow, your creators are arguing again. 

"Are you threatening to rob me of the joys I have toiled nights for just to sate your shortlived desires, Veritas?" Kaveh rebuked him sternly. "I didn't know you were kind of a brat."

"I am only offering a hand. But it's clear that you are projecting onto me."

「You two–. 」

You tried to cut in, but can't utter a word…

"I'm not projecting! I know that once you prove you can make clothes, you'll kick me out of the Express, that's just the kind of man you are! Manipulative, arrogant—"

"And you're insecure. There is no more loathsome creature than a man who does not acknowledge his own hubris and repeats his mistakes."

「Master Veritas, Master Kaveh—. 」

You loathed to watch them fight for another round of meaningless squabbles. Why weren't you blessed with speech?

"Is that so? Do you seriously subscribe to that belief?"

"Why, of course."

"You should listen to better men than yourself, then."

"Oh c'mon, knock it off!!!" March cut in, giving them both a light smack with Veritas' book. "Can't you get along better? Your little darling looks upset!!!"

The two halted. She was right, you weren't comfortable. Veritas cleared his throat awkwardly while Kaveh looked down, both apologetic.

"See, Kaveh? Your persistence caused this."

"How is it MY fault?"

"I'm merely stating that the lack of options is bound to make them uneasy." Veritas deadpanned and handed you an IPC magazine he had been trying to get you to browse. "Why don't you pick to your liking? Don't worry about expenses. I have it covered."

"What?! Do you want them to wear those un-stylish clothes? Please, you just want to have them wear your brand!"

"Don't project your carnal possessiveness as my own." Veritas scoffed. But Kaveh was right. He missed seeing his (Y/n) wear his lab coat.

"Oh really?! Fine then! Let's ask (Y/n) what they really think!"

March sighed. "Guys, I think you're forgetting that you're fighting over clothes—"

But they didn't hear her. Nothing else mattered to those two except you. And you alone.

Their partner.

Their heart.

Their reason for living.

Hence, they yelled in unison.

"Who do you prefer, assistant? Him or me?!"

"Who do you prefer, delam? Him or me?!"

Taglist: @vennnnn-diagram, @meimeimeirin, @korianne, @prophecy-harmony, @shellofthewell, @sagekun,

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Well you've committed. You do your best to respond while sounding like Gwen, a high pitched and squeaky hm coming out of your mouth and shaking your head as if the lady can see you..... How have you not gotten caught yet?

"Mm-Mmm!"

"Where are you!?"

The lady sounds frustrated, turning her head to the room to look for Gwen, who still isn't here right now!

"Here!"

'Act natural act natural-'

There's a blue cloak on the chair you've been leaning on so you pick it up and hide behind it. Huh, it's pretty soft!

"It means I'm going by myself."

You risk a peak through the neck hole of the cloak, checking to see if the lady is looking your way. The coast seems clear so you try your best to leave as quietly as possible. Then you can put this behind you and act like nothing happened!

"I need some help with this fastening."

'FUCK'

"Gwen?"

You panic for a second until a voice pops up behind you.

"I'm here!"

You spin around quickly and thank the gods Gwen is here!! The wave of relief is nearly overwhelming. You make a mental note to get Gwen something as a thank you.

She mouths a confused 'what are you doing here?' at you and you do your best to explain as quietly as possible.

You smile at eachother, she looks amused and you're relieved. You give her a little wave and leave as quickly as possible with a feeling that she's mentally laughing at your misfortune.

Now time to go back to gaius and never think of this again!

---

'Wow. So this is what a banquet looks like...' you think to yourself while trailing behind Gaius. This single room is so much bigger than your house in Eleador-

The food looks delicious! As you're staring, you hear some hushed whispering and laughter on the other side of the table. Ugh, it's Arthur. It sounds like they're talking about you? Who would have guessed that the prince of Camelot would remember your name!

... hopefully that doesn't have any repercussions later.

Not a minute later walks in the Lady Morgana. She's stunning and definitely knows it, judging by the way everyone can't help but stop and stare for a moment. You can't help but wonder about the darkly colored dress from before. She walks past you and your eyes can't help but follow her.

Then the moment is ruined by Gaius scolding you lightly.

"Merlin. Remember, you're here to work!"

"Right, sorry."

Your eyes follow her up until the prat walks up to her, talking about something you're too far to hear. Gwen stops by to chat.

"She looks great, doesn't she?" She really does. Is it just you or does Gwen sound nervous?

"yeah.."

"Some people are just born to be queen!" Gwen sounds proud. She did tell you that they are quite close. Even so, that sentence makes you pause for a moment.

"Perhaps." You respond, considering. You're not too familiar with the Lady Morgana. She has to be better than the other royal, though. If Gwen likes her.

"I hope so. One day. Not that I'd want to be her. Who'd want to marry Arthur?"

That thought makes you snort lightly. Honestly, with that personality? You already feel bad for whoever has to marry that dollophead in the future..

"oh? I thought you liked those real rough, tough, save the world kind of men." You flex your non-existent muscles as a joke but Gwen buts in, looking a bit nervous.

"No, I like much more ordinary men like you."

The word 'ordinary' makes you uncomfortable in a way that you can't quite explain. But hey, Gwen said she likes you! That's a good thing, right?

"..thanks."

You look away from each other awkwardly.

---

Not too long after, celebratory horns ring out into the hall, signaling King Uther's entrance. He gives a short speech, introducing the lady Helen and then sits down with the rest of the court. Seeing her makes you cringe internally, remembering your earlier interaction.

She walks in slowly, beginning her performance. The song is not one you recognize, but you feel your eyes begin to grow heavy.

'That's odd..'

You look around the room, trying to keep yourself awake and notice the other people in the room begin to nod off. It clicks suddenly and you quickly press your hands against your ears, blocking the sound. In literally any other circumstance you would be very excited but she is definitely not a friend.

The room grows darker as she gets closer, cobwebs sprouting all over the table and the people. The sorceress has her eyes locked on to arthur, pulling out what is likely a knife and is aiming for the prince and you have to do something-

The chandelier right above her catches your eye and you don't think about it. A quick flash of gold and it falls directly on the sorceress, cutting off her song.

You flinch at the loud noise, staring at the woman who was disguised as the Lady Helen. Its the old lady who's son burned for practicing magic. The day you came to Camelot.

The people begin rousing a few seconds later. Pulling off cobwebs from their bodies, muttering confusedly.

The King and the Prince stand, staring at the woman. Just as the king opens his mouth to shout an order, she suddenly jolts up. Just enough to throw the dagger at the Prince.

It feels like everything has slowed down a fair amount. Although that might have been your doing-

In the blink of an eye, the dagger lodges into the wood of arthur's chair. Directly where his heart would have been. And you are on the floor, still holding on. Because you have just saved his life.

Uther holds your shoulders, thanking you. His eyes are genuine and the irony is not lost on you. He rewards you with the position of the Prince's manservant and the crowd cheers.

Even with the shock still clouding your mind, you look away from the prince, slightly upset at the fact that you'll probably be stuck with him until he inevitably fires you.

Gwen catches your eye with a pitying smile.

---

"Seems you're a hero," Gaius comments as they enter his chambers.

"Seems like it," you respond, your mind elsewhere.

"you did a good thing today, Merlin. I saw how you saved Arthur's life."

Ah. The magic. Of course he saw. There is a short pause where Gaius moves some books from his shelf, eventually getting what seems to be another book. Its wrapped in cloth for some reason?

You unlatch it instinctively. Revealing a book of-

"This is a book of magic," you breathe. Suddenly aware of what you're holding. Gaius places a hand on the book, pressing it closer to Merlin.

He looks you in the eyes, stressing the importance of his words. "Which is why you must keep it hidden. Perhaps, this may help you establish some control."

You look back at him, eyes glistening. "I will study every word."

He gives you a soft, fond smile.

The moment is ruined by someone knocking at the door. "Merlin! Prince Arthur wants you right away."

Ugh.

---

(The poll is blank because it's going to make a decision for another character, not Merlin)

[not-goldy]

https://twitter.com/miniekookphoria/status/1734681470898463021

This came up today and reminded of '30 discussion' here. Why it sounded like Jimin will stop working after his 30s ?

He was working on cleaning up his 20s... he'll be 30 when he's out and he'll continue being a better artist and person. But 40s ? find a way live after that ? 🤧

I agree with you, his chronic pain takes a big toll on his body.. and his doctor said as long as he's in this industry he'll have this. Pretty sure he won't be up for anything else like acting or variety shows after 30s.. he only want to perform. So does that mean he'll retire ? 🥲

We just too much in this Fandom and will argue over the the most basic human tendencies and facts.

It's jarring .

If he wants to retire at any age he can.

He's a billionaire. well accomplished.

He says this is his prime but I disagree. Out of all BTS he's the member who's prime is yet to begin and I've said this over and over. That man has a lot in him that needs to come out and if people around him are under utilizing him he needs to fire them all.

I don't know what his vision for his 30s are but I hope it's a good life work balance that focuses both on building his career and building meaningful relationships while taking up a course that's meaning to him and impacts society positively. If he wants a family it's okay to go for it.

When I say I don't support Tae Jennie this is one of the reasons why, that woman has no plans of starting a family and I know Tae wants one. I remember rumors of Lee Min Hos gf dumping him because she wasn't ready to start a family at her age and at the peak of her career. Hate for that to be Tae. Hate it.

And since I think he's ready to settle I don't buy into this fuck around yolo high people claim he is on with Jungkook busting pussies wide open. He had his teens and twenties for that.

These men are buying and building homes, buying shares, maturing in their careers and we think its all so they can get laid 🥴

Or may be I read them wrong because to me when people start moving in this direction it's because they are building themselves to prepare for much greater responsibilities of family and legacy.

If I'm wrong then, my apologies and he can fuck Jennie Monday through to Sunday- but why stop at Jennie. Claim all the wuhmen in kpop cos sir you deserve all the pussies in the world you look like you descended from the upper echelons of heaven.

Plus there's countless pretty girls in the game with nice bodies. I'll be a wing man and pimp you out.

Damn, set your sight on Hollywood too hit it and quit it off to the next play thing. I'll help him. I'll make a list. Zendaya is taken but boy would she look good with Tae! May be I'll start shipping them on the down low too sorry Tom.

And let's be chaotic and fuck Lisa too cos- why have one Pinkie when you can have 2.

While we are at it, let's be gay too and fuck all the twink idols drooling over you. Oh but your dance card is not full- KDRAMA ACTORS AND ACTRESSES ripe for the pick!

Be the player that you want to be I'll actually support that for you go sex positivism your sexual liberation is here! Damn I'll make a flag for you. You deserve nothing less.

As for Jimin, as long as he lives life in a meaningful way that makes him happy he should have no regrets. Whatever he decides he has my support.

[greenteaanon]

Hello! I just found your blog through your storyteller au and I'm in love! Is there going to be a pt 4? Or maybe even more parts?

Storyteller Reader

In Genshin impact SAGAU

Imposter AU

Slight angst..maybe alot depends i cant write Super Heavy angst for Shitttt

Part 4!!

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3

A/N: There's going to be more parts if y'all ask for more cause I usually forget about it Anyways Have fun!!! Sorry it took long!

The small clearing in Wuwang Hill seems lively today, filled with laughter some giggles and a crackling of a Xiangling was cooking Klee and QiQi were drawing, Shenhe and Kujou Sara was talking, Chongyun being force fed spicy things by Heizou and Xingqui. And then there's you, sitting with the slimes, you were for once..Happy.

"Come on Xingqiu you know I can't have spicy things" Chongyun whined as he tried to move away.

You giggled at the scene and then you remembered something, "Wait you guys, I wanna show you something" Everyone put their attention to you and you opened up your hand in a cup like position “Teyvat! if you please” you spoke loud and clear and the vines and branches crackle and creak when you were handed you nine apples. How sweet one apple for everyone. Everyone Gawked in awe, it was their first time seeing their grace's powers work in person.

It was such a cool thing to see from their perspective, you learning this was cool too. “That would make great background effect when you perform your grace” Heizou spoke up. Nearly everyone was agreeing with the detective. “Hahaha! You flatter me!” you smiled.

Then suddenly you hear loud footsteps, with the sounds of metal armor clashing. A huge gust of wind blew towards your direction, Teyvat opens up another path for you to run fireflies and crystal flies lighting up foggy the path. Everyone helped put your things in your bag. You thanked everyone one last time.

Knights, Millileth, Shogunate soldiers, and Surprisingly FATUI gathered in the clearing. “Their grace is Getting away!” one of the Shogunate soldiers said.

“MEN STAND DOWN” Kujou Sara ordered, at least you have a semi advantage.

Then a Strong Gust of wind flew by, it was Venti in his archon form flying through. “Teyvat! Lift me up!” you Gasped between deep breaths while running out of the forest. A large branch twisted and bent to pick you up.

Venti who was close behind was reaching for you just barely. he just wanted to apologize, he didn’t want to be burdened by the though of you despising him. But vines Grabbed his legs and pulled him back, his final hope of being forgiven shattered being incased in branches as you looked back with a frown.

As he snapped back from reality from the impact of the fall. he heared Sara Shouting at the shogunate soldiers back and forth. “But Madame Sara-” “BUT WHAT!? I told you to patrol the Marsh parameters like we talked to the Millileth! I’m your General! UNLESS ME OR THE SHOGUN ASKS YOU TO DO SOMETHING YOU DO IT!” She was mad, she understood your wishes of not being found, but all of that didnt happen.

Qiqi and Klee Clung on Shenhe’s legs tearing up. The others looked with either a angry, Sad, or Neutral face.The tension was so heavy you can cut it with a dull blade.

Now to you high on a branch being guided back to the clearing, you didnt want to leave, You had one place that gave you happiness. you kneeled down a peaked on the current situation.

The characters you had your last happy moments were there...Qiqi and Klee is crying, and...Venti was crying. You didn't want an apology you just want to be left alone and perform.

One last look...The furious Tengu general, The Crying children, The Young Adults in Despair...Everyone made a mistake, you knew and you forgive them.

You walked away on the branches of the trees, heading where...you didnt know but your going to end up somewhere.

[cherryblossom-chopper]

I'm kinda sucker for akward senarios. So how about this. Marco, Thatch and Ace have ask their crush on a date. It goes well they both have fun and boys think they have good chance. But the crush is oblivius af so when the boys say it was a great DATE the crush gets the oh shit face and asks "wait it was a date" how would they react. (The crush likes them back but is OBLIVIUS)ps, love your work here🤗

FUKKK O K A Y

So this legit happened to me when I was like a junior on high school. This kid who was on the tech crew in the theater performance I was in, had been a long time friend of mine. So when he asked me if I wanted to get some food via text my dumbass thought nothing of it and I just thought that he wanted to some dinner because we we’.re going to have a late night practice. We went to this little pizza placed and he even pA I D FOr mY FOOD!! I had no idea it was suppose to be a date and it was a mess. When I found out it was a date I felt really bad because I had no idea. Legit no clue and I just didn’t feel that way about him either. So that was awkward, ANY WAY thank you for supporting me, my love and I’m sorry that this took so long

The actually content is below the cut lol

~Post writing note: Thatch’s is shorter and I’m really sorry about that, I just felt like I couldn’t do his character justice.~

Marco

     Marco sucked in a breath and cracked his knuckles. The Moby Dick was gently docking at the port. Good ole Pops decided it would be a beautiful enough day to resupply the ships. To the excitement of the White Beard Pirates, the island was currently holding an annual festival. The pirates were, of course, welcomed with open arms, for the islanders had been under White Beards protection for multiple years.

     Many of the crew had already launched themselves off the ship to start their party a bit early, but Marco and (Name) had been caught by Pops before they could sneak away. The old geezer figured they’d been more than enough crew members to start picking out supplies for the ship.

     Marco had silently cursed his captain. (Name) made him nervous, his heart would beat faster, and his hands begin to sweat. He could never find the right words to say, and his mouth sometimes ran dry. The phoenix had confided in Thatch, who laughed in his face. His old friend claimed Marco had just fallen in love with their spunky friend. Marco had a sneaking suspicion that Thatch told  Pops due to the grin on the old man’s face when he left with (Name).

     The duo initially was on the search for supplies, but when (Name) grabbed Marco’s wrist and pointed towards a group of street performers. “Marco, can we go watch for a just a minute?” they asked, offering the most prominent puppy dog eyes the pirate could manage.

     Marco could feel a blush creeping up on his face, and he sheepishly nodded. (Name) was just too damn precious for him to ever say no. He bit his lip as (Name) dragged him across the road towards the performers. Marco smiled a bit while gazing at them. (Name) looked so happy, their eyes were lit up, like a little kid at a birthday party.

     The two of them swayed to the beat of the sound of drums, and Marco took a moment to relax. He shut his eyes and tilted his head upwards towards the sun. Marco smiled a little as he felt (Name)s fingers still tenderly curled around his wrist.

     Peaking his eyes open, Marco caught sight of something colorful in the sky. Squinting, he was able to tell it was a hot air balloon. As he watched it float peacefully past the clouds, he got a wonderfully awful, horrible, probably no good idea that put a lump in his throat.

     “Hey, (Name), what do you think of going on a hot air balloon ride? Just the two of us,” Marco asked cooly, his eyes still fixed on the balloon still floating in the sky.

     “Oh! That sounds like a nice way to see the island,” (Name) grinned as they also spotted the air balloon as well, “Where can we get one?”

     Marco shrugged and took a moment to speak to some locals, hoping they’d have an answer for him. A few young ladies, blushed and giggled at him and was able to point him in the right direction. Marco returned to (Name) and bit the inside of his cheek. He held out his hand to his friend, “They said it’s on the edge of town. I think I know the way.” Marco smiled as (Name) took his hand, and he guided them down the street, past the performers.

     After wandering around town, the two managed to find the place that the rides had been offered. Marco tossed a handful of deliciously golden coins to the man standing by the balloon. He helped (Name) into the basket and smiled over his shoulder to the man staring at them. “Don’t worry, I know how to drive one of these,” he united the rope and hopped into the balloon’s basket.

     Marco felt at easy as they were gently carried away from the ground. He watched the man began to become nothing more a speck among the greenery. He looked over towards (Name), who was nervously peering towards the ground.

     “You okay?” Marco placed a gentle hand on their shoulder. (Name) nodded and offered him a weak smile. “Of course, I just forgot how much heights freak me out?” (Name) replied.

     Marco smiled a bit and sat on the bottom of the basket and patted the spot beside him, “Will you sit with me? I think I can help.”

     (Name) nodded and sat beside him. “Sorry, I made to come up here,” Marco mumbled sheepishly, “I didn’t realize you were scared of heights.”

     They glanced at him and pouted a little bit, “I’m not scared of heights. I don’t want to fall.”

     The pirate chuckled and wrapped an around (Name) ’s shoulder. “Don’t worry (Name). You’re always safe with me,” he promised to them as they shyly rested their head on his shoulder. Marco smiled more and began to hum a little lullaby to help soothe (Name).

     Marco couldn’t help but think that the day he was living was torn from the pages of a fairy tale. The sun was setting as Marco retired a few small sandbags to the basket, and he offered (Name) his hand. They gently took it and lifted them to their feet.

     “Are you feeling better?” Marco rubbed gentle circles on (Name) ’s back. They chuckled and nodded, “I’m sorry, that was embarrassing.” (Name) gazed at the setting sun while squeezing Marco’s hand.

     The balloon settled gently onto the ground, and Marco helped (Name) out of the basket. “Thank you” (Name) held onto him as they tried not to tumble out of the basket. Marco chuckled a little, “Care to get back in?”

     (Name) shook their head a little, “Heights are not my thing!” As they turned to head back into the center of town, (Name) stopped dead in their tracks, “Marco, we forgot to pick out supplies for the ship.”

     Marco snorted, “It’s alright, Pops will forgive us because we finally went on a date.“     “Date? A-are you sure about that?” (Name) looked up at him with wide eyes.

He quirked an eyebrow, and a smirk lit upon his face, “Of course it was. Did you have any idea?”

     They looked down shyly and blushed darkly, “No, Marco. I’m sorry, but I still enjoyed it. Could we maybe go on another one?”

     Tenderly Marco took (Name)“ s hand and pressed a kiss to their knuckles, "Of course, we can.”

Thatch

     Dinner time with the White Beard Pirates is always a vivacious event. Men laughing, howling, and drinking to excess is a common occurrence. However, what wasn’t a common occurrence was the missing commander Thatch. This dork was, of course, in the kitchen. After the chefs had cleared out of the kitchen, the former cook began creating his own masterpiece from food.

     Sweat trickled down his face, and his eccentric pompadour was somewhat disheveled. He had finally gotten enough courage to ask his long-time crush to have a private dinner with him. Thatch would’ve asked them earlier, but every time he tried, the words died on his tongue, and he ended up blabbering like a fool. However, thanks to the encouragement of Ace, or what Thatch called medaling, he finally asked (Name) to dinner.

      He was putting the final touches on the dessert parfait he had created when there was a knock on the kitchen door. For a moment, his heart stopped before he stowed the dessert away into the refrigerator. 

     Thatch tried smoothed out his wild mane of hair, and he dabbed the sweat from his forehead. He opened the door and smiled at (Name). “ You made it,” he opened the door for them.

     “Oh wow, Thatch, it smells great in here,” (Name) sniffed the air and spied the food on the table. Thatch invited (Name) to sit a the table and began preparing a plate for them.

     “I cooked a chicken with carrots, red potatoes, and onions,” Thatch sliced off some chicken and piled a few carrots and potatoes onto the plate, “I hope that’s okay.”

     (Name) picked up a fork and watched him set down the plate, and gingerly they took a bite of the chicken. “Oh Thatch!” they cried, “It’s so good! I can’t believe you’ve denied me such yummy food for so long.”

     The commander chuckled a little, “ I use to cook a lot more, but sometimes life gets busy.” He settled down at the table and stuck a piece of potato into his mouth.

     (Name) nodded solemnly, “Well, maybe you could teach me how to cook?” they looked up at him with a hopeful expression.

     A grin as bright as a thousand suns appeared of Thatch’s face. “Aw, (Name), I would love that!” He beamed, “I’d love to get to spend to get extra time with you.” Thatch tried to hide his blush by dabbing his face with a napkin.

     (Name) grinned “It’s a date then!” they teased

     Thatch sat up straight, his face was red, and his eyes were wide. “You want to go on another date with me?” he practically squeaked out. He watched them closely.

     (Name) tilted their head and blushed darkly, “What?”

     He rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, you agreed to come to dinner with me.” 

     “I didn’t realize this was supposed to be a date,” (Name) hid their face a little, “But I’d be more than happy to go on another one with you.”

     Thatch grinned widely and blew (Name) a kiss from across the table, “I’ll try to think of something more fun to do next time, darling.”

Ace

     The waves splashed Ace’s sun-kissed skin, as he stood knee-deep in the ocean water. He bent down and scooped up a tulip-shaped shell. Ace marveled over the red and cream-colored seashell.

     He waded out of the clear sea waves, and Ace walked toward a shady tree grove were a few pirates had been dozing. He smiled as his friends slept comfortably on the small patch of grass. He knelt down and shook (Name) with his free hand.

     (Name) grunted and peaked a grumpy eye open. They glanced up at Ace, before grumbling out, “I was sleeping. What do you need?”

     Ace grinned, “I found a cool shell.” He opened his palm as (Name) sat up and rubbed the sleep from their eyes.

     They grinned and examined the shell, “It’s such a cute tiny thing. Do you think we can find more?”

    “We’d have to get back into the ocean, but sure.” Ace smiled kindly and offered to help (Name) up, “That’s where I found this one, anyway.”

     (Name) jumped to their feet and stepped into their boots, “Are you okay, Ace? You know the water does a number on you devil fruit guys.”

     Ace chuckled and shook his head, “I’m just perfectly fine (Name). I’m the fire-fist, a little water is going to hurt me at all.” He dragged (Name) away from the grove and into the sun and sand.

     “I don’t think you should get back in the ocean, Ace” (Name) mumbled, “How about we just look on the beach instead?”

     He looked down at the sand and shook his head while chuckling. “Have you always been so worried about me (Name)?”

     “Of course” (Name) blushed and looked away, “We’re crewmates, right?” They began to start searching the beach for shells sitting on the hot sand. Ace followed them and started the search with a little grin.

     The duo spent the day searching for a little piece of washed-up coral and empty seashells to study. However, the sun began to beat down on (Name), and they started to get worn out.

     “Can we take a break, Ace?” (Name) tugged on their shirt, in hopes to cool off, “It’s too hot out here.”

     Ace smiled a bit and sat on the beach. “Sure, come sit by me,” he patted the spot next to him, “We can relax for a little while.” He tilted the brim of his hat up to look at (Name). He couldn’t help but pull them closer when they sat beside him.

      (Name) squeaked, “Hey! It’s too hot out for this!” they stilled smiled despite the protests.

     “It’s just so hot out because of you,” Ace winked at (Name) as he was smirking. He chuckled when they blushed darkly and butted Ace’s shoulder with their head.

      Ace leaned back into the sand and covered his face with his hat. “You know, I’m happy you decided to come out with me. It’s not the first date I imagined, but this is good too.”

      (Name)s head snapped down to look at Ace. It felt like their tongue had become dry as sandpaper. They sat by his side and watched him for a moment. “I think this was a good first date, too.” they finally murmured, only to hear Ace snore in response.

     They couldn’t help but gap in response, before smiling sweetly at Ace. They tenderly placed a kiss on the sleeping man's cheek before laying against his chest. (Name) smiled and rested their eyes, “My favorite fire-fist dork.”

[elpida]

by walking away or going to, she'd made it worse so she looked back over her shoulder, half turned, half not. she was in turmoil... there was nothing she could do, that'd be the right answer. "what, would you rather i compromise your current relationship? would that be better than me walking away from this jordan? i am choosing fucking wisely, trust me there's so much i want to say without words, there's so much i want to scream at you but i wont because i'd rather not put you in that position to begin with so fine, marry her." eris let her jaw grit together when she spoke her final word. "congratulations."

it wasn't until she got into her car that the tears started to stream her cheeks and she hated herself for it, she didn't cry over men, she didn't cry over anything but she sobbed.. sobbed and she hit that steering wheel more than once. she cursed and cursed but eventually she knew she had a job to go to, she had a way to get her anger out. hell hath no fury like a woman lost and by god she was lost when she thought she didn't have him anymore. maybe she was only ever here to have her heart broken in two by the people she loved the most.. first her parents when she was a child, both of them, then her foster sister, now jordan. everybody left, it just took time... but they'd all leave her in the end.

eris went to job after job and for two weeks she was on fire, peak performance.. but she was ruthless due to anger to the this inner pain of knowing she'd truly fucked up. she should have told him years ago, she should've meant it when she congratulated him.. but you could only stay angry and focused for so long.

she'd made a simple mistake, lost her footing and it cost her because she took a hit, a bad one. a knife had sliced into her torso, through fabric and though she might have pushed forward and won the fight... she hadn't left it unscathed. she was bleeding, it'd seeped into her clothes, thick and crimson and god it was staining her hands. she knew where she had to go, she had to say sorry.. she had to swallow her pride and face him. eris had to say that there'd never been anyone else that meant more to her than him and.. and that if he wanted to marry emily than so be it, she'd find a way to love him even through that.

eventually she pulled on her unstained thick coat, a tie at the waist that she managed to do loosely to hide... most of the damage, especially in the dark of night. what time was it? she didn't know but it was late. late enough for nobody to be out. her bloodied knuckles rasped on his door and then again. she leaned against the door frame, her breath raspier than usual, shorter. "i'm sorry, jordan, for all of it." she breathed at the click of the door. "for all of it i—" no. this wasn't eris, this wasn't his mouthy eris with her brutal attitude, this.. wasn't like her at all. "i'll take it all back if you could just.. i umm." she huffed, tried to laugh off the weakness that disorientated her vision. "you know you're, everything to me, right jord?" she hissed in a very clear wince as she pushed up from the door frame. it was in that moment that she started to sway. "i shouldn't have walked away from you, anyone else but... never you."

"i don't know, eris, at any point in fucking time you could have just thrown that out at me!?" he knew regardless it ran the risk of ruining the friendship, but was now any better? jordan's mind raced. had there been signs he missed? well, obviously. "isn't our friendship officially ruined now anyway?" it was a sad fact he threw out, feeling like there was no coming back from this. his throat felt tight at the thought, swallowing thickly.

it only got worse from there. his entire body feeling hot as the anger swelled all the way up from his feet. jordan was terrible with relationships in general, and sure maybe he'd shit the bed with not realizing how eris really felt — but he was blind to any of that until someone grabbed him and flat out told him how they felt. but this? this wasn't fair. for the first time, he was livid toward her. an overwhelming sense of it causing him to rely on what he'd learned in his anger management classes. slow, deep breaths.

"you're just gonna fucking walk away from years of this?" he whirled after her finally, his jaw set tight. "cause eris, if you fucking walk away right now, i swear to god i'm gonna do exactly what you're asking. i won't call, i won't text. and i will marry her." he pointed aggressively in her direction, but stood his ground. it felt as if the damage was done regardless of whether he broke it off with emily or not. did she expect him to do that?

"so choose fuckin' wisely."

[collected-sports-bra]

Elisabeth's ESC Semi-Final 2 Recap (Part 1)

Previously on Elisabeth's ESC Recaps, she had a great time with the Tuesday show and most of the songs, and a terrible time with te result of the voting of the first semi-final. Let's see how Thursday went....

Opening

I liked it. Great show, great intro, got me hyped. Lots of gorgeous men in suits dancing? Yes please. Thank you!

Finland (The Rasmus - Jezebel)

(Don't worry, not all recaps will be as long as that, I promise!)

The Rasmus were huge when I was young! Actually, the first big concert I ever went to out of town was The Rasmus, in Vienna, many many many years ago, when I was 16. Some of their songs are still on my playlists. I am so so fond of these guys, I really am.

Jezebel is not my favourite song of theirs. It makes sense that they'd do something similar to In the Shadows, as that was their biggest hit, but personally I liked the style of their earlier albums a bit more. That said, if I heard it without knowing it was The Rasmus, I'd still immediately recognize it as one of theirs.

The yellow-themed stage show looks so much like the Persona 4 intro and colour concept to me that I just have to love it (cause, you know, that's my favourite game of all times!). And I can't help but laugh that Lauri has THE SAME haircut he did 20 years ago.

They probably won't win, but I am still glad they reached the finale.

Israel (Michael Ben David - I.M)

Campy Ba'al* from Star Gate in a Fencing Outfit... what is there to say about that song? Peak Eurovision, catchy song, lots of fun. Not surprised he didn't qualify, but I would have loved to see him in the finale.

(*tbh I should say "even campier Ba'al from Star Gate" ... cause now that I think about it, Ba'al was already really campy in the later seasons of that show...)

Serbia (Konstrakta - In Corpore Sano)

Love it! Love the song, love the performance, love her personality, the catholic choir in the background, everything. Great great great. It's already on my new Eurovision Playlist and I hope she gets high scores in the finale. Well done, Serbia!

Azerbaijan (Fade to Black)

Well performed, sure, but also boring. It's so similar to Arcade that I'm afraid if I heard it two or three more times I might actually start to like it. Not bad for a ballad I guess, but that's the highest compliment I can give.

Georgia (Circus Mircus - Lock Me In)

Yes, all the way, amazing song! Fun, catchy, amazing stage show. Fresh but also retro at the same time, and the chorus has been stuck in my head for two days now. Good chance of making my all time favourites list. I was SO heartbroken when they didn't qualify, so sorry, Georgia. Please keep sending weird stuff, we like it!

Malta (Emma Muscat - I Am What I Am)

Look, I don't know this lady personally, and I don't know anything about personal struggles she might have encountered. So it's probably unfair, but to me it feels a little hallow and cynical when a model, who most people would agree looks STUNNING, is young, talented, and attractive, (also from a very rich family) sings stuff like "Take it or leave it- I am what I am", and "Bending backwards trying to fit in, I'll make them understand". It's just felt like a weird dissonance between song and artist, that didn't work for me.

Also, piano? Why not on fire? WHY NOT ON FIRE?

San Marino (Achille Lauro - Stripper)

Erm, so ... the title of the song was very fitting. He got more naked as the song progressed, then there was a mechanical bull, there were cages on the stage, also fire, he said "I'm your personal Jesus" and kissed one of the dancers, and I was so distracted by all of it that I don't remember the song very well. Still, peak Eurovision, thank you, San Marino. I would have loved to watch it once more on the big stage, so sad...

Australia (Sheldon Riley - Not The Same)

Loved the costume, loved the voice. And I get that the song was very personal and emotional, and I am very happy for the singer that he could share it with such a huge audience. But to my ballad-hating-ass it was pretty boring, sorry. (It's me, though, not you, Australia! Still love that you are part of the Eurovision Family, please come back always, love you!)

And that's it for part 1!

[crzcorgi]

A Dream Come True part four

Catch up here!

My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.  Also, let’s pretend that Jeffrey and Norman are single, no SO’s, no ties.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus ~ This chapter features just Jeffrey x Reader

Word count ~ 3000

Warnings- NSFW, NSFW aesthetic

Tags~ @stileswolfi @magikat409 @jasoncrouse @nothin-after-79 @magpiegirl80  @omgitss0y @binegan @metal-xo @mypopculturediva @angelofthenite @hotfornegan @a-queen-and-her-throne @mwesterfeld1985

 I woke up confused, I knew I was in a hotel, but this didn't look like my room? I tried to roll over, but was stopped by a large, naked, body. And I too, was naked! And then it all came back to me. All of it. And I didn't know what to think, how to feel.

 Last night was amazing, the night from heaven, straight out of my dreams. No regrets from me, that was for sure. But what about them?! Would Jeffrey and Norman regret it? Would they just say “thanks for the fun evening, see ya round?” Would I be humiliated, tucking tail and crawling back to my room?

 “Well, good morning beautiful!” I guess that answered my questioning.

 I looked up into his face realizing that even after just waking up, this man still was breathtakingly gorgeous.

 “Good morning, handsome.” Handsome? Good lord, I hope he doesn't laugh.

 No laugh, just a kiss. A sweet kiss on the top of my head, pulling me closer into him, impossibly close. It felt so nice, so warm, so perfect. At home.

 “I was afraid you were going to fucking bolt when you opened your eyes!” Jeffrey was now nuzzling his face into my messy, probably sweat stinky, hair. Fuck

 “Bolt?” I wasn't sure exactly what he meant. Me, I thought he would!

 “Last night was pretty intense. Then you wake up to this ugly mug, who wouldn't want to fucking run!” He laughed, that glorious deep throaty laugh that makes my whole body quiver.

 “Cold sweetheart? Here.” He leaned over to a chair by the bed, grabbing his shirt. “Sit up and I'll help you put this on.”

 I sat up, automatically pulling the covers up to my chin, as Jeff began laughing.

 “Now how am I going to help you put my shirt on doll? Don't be going all shy on me again, nothing to fucking hide. You're way too beautiful for hiding.”

 And I blushed, embarrassing myself even more. If Jeffrey noticed, he never said a word, he gently pulled the covers off of me, cupped my cheek, leaning down and bringing our lips to a slow and sensual kiss. He moved his hand down to my neck, squeezing it delicately, his other hand finding one of my breasts, his fingers tweaking the nipple into a peak. And making me moan into his mouth.

 “Do you want more darling?” Jeffrey asked. And all I could do was groan and nod yes.

 He pushed me down onto my back with a bit of force, not enough to frighten or hurt me, but just the right amount to turn me into a moaning mess. With one leg thrown over me, he was completely on top, staring down at me with a look of pure lust, hunger, desire, and another look I couldn't quite define.

 “It's just us baby girl, no Norman, I've wanted this since I first saw you, wanted you. Maybe I'm sounding like a fucking cliché, but it's like you were heaven sent. I knew it the moment you stepped out from behind that curtain. The way you looked, the way you looked at me, I just fucking knew. I don't mind sharing, if that's the only way I can be with you, have you. But this, us,” He waved his hand between us both. “I'm not ready to give it up. I'll do anything doll,  and I mean anything.”

 His lips suddenly crashing into mine with a bruising force, causing my thighs to come together for friction. His tongue forcing my lips to part, thrusting into my mouth. His dominance causing me to succumb to feelings I never knew I had. I was gladly, so very willingly, letting him the take me with force and loving every second of it.

 “Spread your legs for me baby, now.”

 Fuck! I was ascending into a heaven I never knew existed and loving every bit of the ride.

 My legs quickly falling open for him involuntarily. I knew at this point I was gone, this man had complete and utter control over my body, my mind and my soul. It was then that I realized that this, what was happening with Jeffrey, everything, including his dominance over me, this is what had been missing in my life. This is what I have always needed, wanted.

 I was jolted out of my deep introspection by Jeffrey plunging his meaty cock as deep, and as hard, as possible into me, causing my whole body to shift upwards, my head almost hitting the headboard. I grabbed onto him, one arm snaking around his neck, grasping onto his soft curls trailing down his neck. The other arm reaching around his middle, the hand sliding down, squeezing his ass tightly, knowing, without a doubt, that I would be marking him.

 He brought his head down, his face nuzzling into my neck, licking nipping his way to the front, his lips finding mine as our tongues began performing the same act as our nether regions. His taste was intoxicating, I couldn't pinpoint one lone taste, but the mix was all him and it had me trying to catch my breath.

 He was holding himself above me with only one arm, the other bringing his hand to my neck, grasping it like his life depended on it. I was both frightened and in ecstasy all at once knowing that this was yet another new discovery.

 I was a bit startled, not sure how he could hold himself up with one arm yet continue thrusting into me with such amazing force. His hand on my neck moving up to grab my chin, his thumb stroking lightly.

 “Open your eyes, y/n, please. I want to see them, beautiful.” He was making the most glorious, sexual sounds in between his words, making me mimic him, my own grunts and moans exiting over my lips.

 I opened my eyes, slowly, to see Jeffrey looking down at me, his face contorted in a pleasure pain combination, not unlike my own. I tried to smile, but I'm sure it came out more like an ugly grimace.

 “There they are, so fucking gorgeous my love.” He leaned down again, our lips meeting magnetically once again, our sex sounds mingling together, our own symphony.

  Jeffrey moved his face slightly, taking a hold of my earlobe between his lips, sucking. Then he whispered, in a voice I had no doubt could make me orgasm all on it's own.

 “Cum for me, squeeze your pussy so tight that I can't escape you. Make me cum with you.” He moaned his words, the vibration causing me to arch my hips, just as he thrusted down.

 “I'm cumming…” was all I could say before my world went white, I was in a soundless, visionless vortex of pure pleasure. What brought me back to a bit of reality was the heaviness upon my whole body, then warmth enveloping me, entering me.

 As I came back around, I found myself wrapped up in Jeff’s arms, now on top of him.

 “Wow, doll. Just wow.” He grumble growled into my hair, my body reacting, shivers running from head to toe. Jeff pulled me tighter into him. I could feel his cock was all set for another go around. I squeaked, causing a giant laugh to erupt from him. “Sorry y/n, see what you do to me?!” I joined, a giggle turning into full fledged laughs. Lifting my head from his chest, I gazed at his face, wondering when I would wake from this glorious dream.

 “What's up cupcake?” I couldn't stop the blush rising in my cheeks, his little nicknames did something to me. Bringing his hand up to stroke my cheek, he looked concerned. “One minute you're fucking laughing, the next you look ready to cry. Did I do something to upset you?”

 “Oh no! You didn't do anything! I mean, you did something, but I'm…” He smiled at me, hugging me tight.

 “It's okay doll, I was just concerned. It's a lot to take in, what went on. What's going on. You know this isn't just some fling, some one night fucking fuckfest.” His hand caressing my back faintly, the other place loose hairs behind my ear. “I can't speak for Norman, but I am addicted to you, and I ain't fucking planing on going to rehab to kick it.”

 I was full on blushing now, could feel the heat rising up my face from my neck. This man, these men, they were everything I dreamed they would be and more, so much more. I must have still been sleepy, because I was soon back asleep.

 “Sweetheart? Wakey wakey!” Opening my eyes once again to that handsome fucker. “I'm thinking I'm needing a shower, but it's all the way in the bathroom. And I'll be all by myself!” And he pouted! I couldn't help the laughter.

 “Did you just pout at me?” I snickered.

 “Yes, as a matter of fucking fact, I did! And I am man enough to admit it!” He quickly flipped himself over on top of me, almost an angry look upon his face. Luckily, I knew better.

 “Okay, okay, I'll join you.” I purred at him, gaining an almost instantaneous grin from him, dimples on full display.

 “Then let’s go doll!” Grabbing my hands, he pulled me up and towards the end of the bed, trying my hardest not to take a peek at his naked,gloriously bare, form.

 As we both climbed off the bed, I slipped, quickly plummeting off the plush hotel mattress. But a pair of large hands caught me just in time.

 “Falling for me again y/n?” He sniggered into my head, then swiftly picked me up, carrying me towards the bathroom.

 Placing me down just inside the door, I sighed, looking down at my bare feet. “You shouldn't have picked me up, you could have gotten hurt and I don't want all those fans hating me for damaging Negan”

 Jeffrey was turning the shower on but turned quick to look at me. “Hurt? Now why would I get hurt carrying you?” He looked surprised at my statement.

 I looked at him, trying so very hard not to cry. Stupid insecurities, stupid self esteem. “Look at me, I'm not exactly what you would call thin. I'm not even average.” And then they came, the tears. I wiped my face quickly, hoping Jeff wouldn't notice. But sure enough, he did.

 Walking across the room in quick strides, he pulled me into his warm embrace. “No, you most fucking certainly are not average, not by a long shot.”

 I held my breath, where was he going with this?!

 Reaching his hand up to my chin he tilted my face up, holding on so I couldn't look away from him. “Do not ever think you are less than extraordinary. I have never met anyone who has affected me the way you have, both my mind and body were drawn to you instantly. Instantly! Fuck, you made my head spin baby girl, do you understand? Cause I'm not even sure I fucking do. But I'm ready for the wild ride I'm sure you'll be taking me on.” Leaning down his lips enveloped mine in a needy yet soft kiss.

 Pulling back he spoke quietly. “Shower?”

 “Yes.” I answered.

 Jeff went over to the bath, adjusting the temperature and water stream. “Come over here doll.”

 I walked over to him, suddenly feeling shy. Why couldn't I be like other women, the ones that are so sure of themselves? What if Jeffrey realizes that I'm not something special?

 “I see that faraway look again y/n, please stop fucking overthinking, I want to be with you, I want us. Whatever it might be. So just wipe your mind of everything fucking negative little girl and get that hot ass into the shower, or there will be hell to pay.” The way he said it, his deep gruff voice, made me so weak in the knees. And very damp.

 I stepped past him and into the large shower, he followed quickly, closing the door behind him.

 “Let me soap you up sweetheart.”

  I couldn't let him put me first. “No! Let me take care of you first, you've done so much for me already, let me do for you.”

 He smiled, “I'd like that y/n, very much.”

 I grabbed a sponge and poured some shower gel on it, getting it really lathered up.

 “Can you turn around, I'll start with your back.”

 “Sure thing doll.” He turned, placing his hands on the shower wall.

 Rising up on my toes, I began running the sponge over his shoulders. I started giggling when I realized the the height difference.

 “What's so funny darling?”

 “It's just the height difference, I'm on my tippy toes!”

 “Well, let’s fucking fix that!” He crouched down a bit, making us almost even in height.

  “That's perfect! But is it comfy?” I questioned him.

 “I'm just fucking peachy baby!”

 I smiled, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder. “Thank you Jeff. For everything.” I started rubbing his back with the sponge again.

 “No need for thanks, just keep doing what you're doing, it feels fucking fantastic!”

 I moved slowly down his back, enjoying myself maybe a tad too much. His muscles rippling with my movements, the watering running down through the hairs. Everything was a turn on. Even the tiny freckles splattered about his tan back made my thighs want to clench.

  I knew I was in trouble when I heard a slight groan escape him when I reached his tailbone. I quickly pulled away only to her him whisper a “don't stop.” So I kept going.

 I softly worked the sponge over each butt cheek, deciding it was easier to reach on my knees. Just as I started down his legs, I felt a light touch on my head, looking up to see Jeff’s hand in my wet hair, his eyes lust blown. I stopped, sitting back on my heels, placing the sponge on my the shower floor. Speaking barely above a whisper, I asked him to “turn around” with my eyes never leaving his.

 He did as I asked, turning, careful not to slip on the wet floor. I raised myself back up into my knees, my eyes landing on Jeff’s rapidly growing cock. Courage bubbling up, I reached out, grabbing him, one hand on his thick manhood, the other taking a hold of his sack.

 “Fuck baby girl!”

 His words impelling me. Moving my face close, my tongue darting out to begin swirling around the head of his cock, tasting him. I brought my tongue back, slowly placing my mouth over the head, sucking, swallowing. I was gently squeezing his sack, moving between each ball.

 “Baby, I need more. Take me in, as far as you can doll.” He thrusted his hips forward, his dick moving further into my mouth, causing my eyes to begin to water but not quite far enough to make me choke.

 With my hand at the base, the other on his balls, I let him keep up his slow thrusts. Looking up through my eyelashes at him I could see he was nearing his end. He looked down at me attempting to smile.

 Suddenly, he pulled back, his cock popping out of my mouth.

 “Stand up baby girl,” his voice breathy and gritty, “lean against the wall.”

 Doing as he said, I glanced over my shoulder to see him leaning over me, one hand on the wall above my head, the other leading his weeping cock into my pussy. One forceful thrust, causing a small squeak to escape me, and he was fully seated inside.

 He was slamming into me with more force than I would have ever thought I could take. But take it I did, and oh god was it wonderful. My body being plunged forward into the shower wall, my arms pushing back against the strong thrusts. It was pure raw animal sex, the moans growing louder, the movements harsh, rough, erratic.

 Jeff was leaning down, his chin on my shoulder, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up my neck.  “Mmmm, baby…you fucking taste…like heaven.” His words coming out interspersed with growling pants.

 “I'm…almost there…I'm…gonna cum.” I could hardly breath much less speak. My hands and arms cramping from trying to hold my weight.

 “Me too, baby…cum with me y/n.” Jeff brought a hand up to my chin, a quick stroke, then abruptly moved it down, grasping a hold of my throat.

 I jumped, not scared, not frightened, but startled. Putting just the right amount of pressure, causing my end to come in a kaleidoscope of colors, sounds and feelings like I had never felt before.

 “FUCK!” Jeff yelled, and through my haze I could feel his thrusts become messy, warmth filling me up. He leaned forward, as spent as I was, his warm wet body enveloping me.

 We stood there for who knows how long, just coming down from the most surreal sexual experience I think either of us had ever had.

 The water started becoming cooler, causing me to shiver.

 “Let's get out of here, sweetheart.” Jeff led the way out, quickly wrapping me a towel, warmed from the heater. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he pulled me into his damp chest. “That” kissing the top of my head “was fucking mindblowing, y/n. Fuck!” He began running both hands up and down my back in a soothing motion.

 We moved in unison, leaving the bathroom, heading towards the bed, arms around each other. I wasn't sure if it was a loving gesture or just to hold each other’s wobbly bodies up. The thought made me giggle loudly.

 “What's so funny baby girl?” We'd reached the bed, Jeff sitting first and then pulling me down to sit on his lap.

 “Just thinking about how I'm not sure either one of us would have even made it to here if we weren't holding each other up.” Laughing again, I looked up at him adoringly. I was truly falling for this man. But was that a wise decision? I know he said it was more than a one night thing, but how can a relationship like ours survive?

[the-dragon-invasion-is-near]

Ok i was going to do this in the tags, but my rant got too long D:

(I have Thoughts about this, so sorry)

My fav rn is the "Jekyll and Hyde broadway RARE recording 8/23/2000, with Joe Mahowald as Jekyll and Hyde.

Whenever i'm going to check out a bootleg i look at transformation first, and out of all the bootlegs this one has the best transformation scene & song.

Transformation if done badly is such a deal breaker for me. I really pay attention to the delivery of the monologue that comes after "and into the light" (when Jekyll inyects himself [i prefer it when Jekyll drinks the potion but yeah sure whatever]), and to the "something is happening, i can't explain, something inside me a breathtaking pain" part. But specially to how they do the screams of pain and the "suddenly, AGONY, filling me, KI-LLING ME" part. I mean, nobody screams as warlow (which out of context sound weird to say but oh well), but a lot of actors (HASSELHOFF COUGH COUGH) do too much and it just looks goofy, or they do too little and i don't feel it.

Joe is good, and i love his voice too. And the change into "FREEEEEE" and alive is nice (alive in general is good, for as good as the short + cut version can be).

Honestly i just like Joe's performance in general, his Jekyll feels commited to the science and super frustrated at the governors + everyone who doesn't agree with him, i can see why his Hyde would go after them lmao.

The set and set pieces are fancy too, there are a few bootlegs who have nice sets, and this is one of them. Gotta love the fire, big fire fan me.

Now, confrontation is hard to pull off, and i have resigned myself to the limitations that being one guy trying to sing a duet present. That being said, i LOVE jekyll's part of confrontation, Hyde's a bit less so, but it's still good.

Peak confrontation is the Kermit one or Joey Richter's on shitty broadway tho.

Ok what else.

Utterson's actor is also really good in this one, i think he is my fave Utterson.

This is the moment is also really good.

Sadly, this bootleg has the boring good n evil instead of bring on the men, but there are not really lots of versions with bring on the men.

I have the feeling i was frustrated at board of governors when i first saw the show, maybe because of how short it is, but the fragment we do get is nice, i like how done Jekyll is.

I like how on edge Jekyll is on murder murder, and Hyde in general in that song. Love me some murder.

Emma and Lucy are not my faves on this one, specially emma since i like her more on the rob evan's version that doesn't say who is playing emma Dx

So yeah!

I would love to have a version when they do the world has gone insane, but alas, it was not meant to be

Hey Jekyll and Hyde Musical fans, what is your favorite bootleg performance on YouTube and why?

[theyouth--waste-it]

I'm sorry but are you implying fat, burly and "wierd" men aren't and/or shouldn't be standard just like women? Are you saying that this ain't peak sexuality??? Because let me tell you sumn

This is it. This is what peak performance looks like. You might not like it, but it's the truth.

that one fucking concept art of the dragon age races that depicts dwarves like this:

you suck and i defy you