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fnaffersblog · 1 year ago

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Wawawa you're fine! I love reading your thoughts about the show. You always have great takes so it's always a treat to read! Honestly you are completely correct that both Sun and Moon have too much problems to work through alone. Like they're getting better, but if someone doesn't intervene soon something is going to happen that might actually cause unfixable damage.

I can't help but wonder if part of New Moon's improvement in the emotions department has to do with Earth. Like it's a given that the old Moon didn't know how to deal with social issues at all, but honestly considering how he came to be it's surprising he wasn't worse off. The newer Moon though had a much more tolerant beginning. Sure it sucked that he literally woke up just to find out that he has a lot of problems to look forward to, but at least he had a supportive family (even if he didn't know them) to help him get his footing. I feel like that helped Moon a lot in being able to process things and helped him have a more healthy mindset. Earth probably led to a good chunk of the positive coping skills. Moon knows Earth is probably the most emotionally intelligent of them all so why not try to emulate some of her caring nature though emulating can only do so much if you're still clueless on the emotional cues :')

Also thank you for saying the part where the old Moon and Sun really didn't know each other as well as they thought they did. I've always sort of had that thought in the back of my mind but I never really gave it much thought, and now I'm sad thinking about how Sun really never got to know old Moon personally before he got erased. Sure the newer Moon is basically the same just reset but there are certain things that the old Moon experienced that the new one will never truly get because it didn't happen to him.

As for the name choice, Spigot is what Lunar named the toy reindeer he got for Christmas :) Also for your consideration, Cherrim for Sun.

I’m so glad folks like my deep dives! Everyone has been so kind in my comments n stuff, I appreciate that a lot, it makes me really happy. I love seeing other people’s long posts too when I pop into the various SaMs tags. It’s always interesting to see how someone perceived an episode differently than I did, I always end up being like ‘I thought that too!’ or ‘I didn’t even notice that!’ when I read other people’s stuff. It’s great, my favorite part of this. :D

“If someone doesn't intervene soon something is going to happen that might actually cause unfixable damage.” So, this. Yes. Yeah. Took the words right out of my mouth. I’ve been thinking this for awhile now.

It’s… a weird situation. Moon’s reset, even though it happened months ago at this point, has thrown a wrench in the situation.

At this point, Moon… doesn’t really have any issues?

Yeah this is all… a mess to talk about lol.

Old Moon? Yes. Old Moon had a LOT of issues he needed to work through. Had he not been reset, I think he’d be at a breaking point right now right alongside Sun, if he wasn’t actively pushing Sun towards one. Or both.

New Moon is… well, I don’t think we’ve really gotten any sort of indication that he’s having trouble reconciling with the reset. In fact, I don’t think we’ve gotten ANYTHING in regards to how New Moon feels about the reset. I did SAY that in the previous post but it was more me waxing poetic and less concrete proof has been provided that he’s struggling with any emotional turmoil due to the reset. At most, maybe he’s stressed with all the stuff that he’s dealing with all at once?

Like, yeah, he’s annoyed and disturbed by the actions of Old Moon and he thinks Old Moon was a dick but like… does he see that as himself? As a different person? Does he ever think about it at all? Is it on his mind a lot, or is it just something he’s reminded of sometimes? Like, Old Moon is just some guy to him people bring up, or whose stuff he has to sort through sometimes. We’ve gotten nothing as far as I can remember. I don’t think we have any perspective on how New Moon sees the reset at all. We don’t know at all. NOTHING. Which is funny because I really did think, well this was such a huge event for us and for the show, there’s gotta be something unresolved there for New Moon but… I don’t know? It feels more like, considering the way he’s reacted when Sun has brought up stuff Old Moon has done… Like, when Sun talks about stuff Old Moon to New Moon did he says things like, ‘you used to do’ or ‘you did before’ or ‘when old you’ and New Moon always just kinda seems to go ‘huh’ or get quiet, sometimes correcting Sun ‘well I can’t do that now’ and then the conversation moves on. At the very least he must know Sun sees it as Old Moon or previous version of Moon and New Moon or current version of Moon. I can see that causing some contention no matter how New Moon perceives Old Moon in relation to himself.

He’s stressed out because he’s juggling a lot of plates right now, for sure. I mean, he was basically just born and now he’s trying to save the world from six different angles, on top of re-learning/learning everything for the first time. I’d be a little irritable too. But I think that that’s it. He’s at most annoyed and a little burnt out, but all that previous trauma is gone and it’s gone for good, if the most recent lore ep told us anything.

Suns isn’t. Obviously, lol. In fact he kinda called this out himself, that Moon just got to start over and Sun doesn’t. Which is going to cause contention from Suns side.

It’s a mess.

Earth is a TREASURE. I love her. She’s a wonderful character and I’m so happy for her inclusion in the show. She fits so well into Sun and Moon’s dynamic, she’s like a piece that was always missing that no one knew about. Had I more time, I’d talk about her for awhile, because she’s such a sweetheart.

But I agree with literally everything you said in the paragraph about her and Moon. I couldn’t say it better myself. Her being around to help contextualize New Moon’s formative experiences alongside Sun has definitely been a massive factor in his changes.

It makes me curious about her relationship with the creator. The Creator refers to her as daughter and Sun and Moon as mistakes (Though he also talks about her as an object, much like he does the others, tools he created to do things. Even so, he is miles more respectful towards her than he is towards Sun and Moon). If she’s anything like Sun and Moon she was ‘raised’ in the sense that she had programs written into her, but her experiences after she turned on were what shaped her current personality. She is SO MUCH MORE well adjusted than Sun and Moon. Does he… love her? She refers to him as father and is defensive about his actions towards Sun and Moon, she took care of him. It makes me super interested to leanr even more about her ‘childhood’ so to say.

I like Earth.

There’s a lot to grieve about in regards to New Moon. I know a lot of folks were holding onto the idea that perhaps there was a way to return Moon’s memories and I��ll admit I was one of those people. But with what amounts to a concrete confirmation from Golden Freddy alongside just the fact that it happened at all, I think it’s safe to say that Old Moon, ALL of Old Moon is gone. There’s more to say about it, but that’s a longer discussion for a different post.

I did not remember that detail about the reindeer for Lunar! That’s perfect. Also how did I not think of Cherrim for Sun?? It’s literally the perfect Pokemon for him! It’s whole gimmick is the sun AND it’s rays look like petals just like Sun’s rays, I LOVE that. Perfect perfect perfect.

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maximuswolf · 4 days ago

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Gig etiquette dilemma

Gig etiquette dilemma Hi, I’m hoping this is the right place to ask this with so many music-lovers and musicians in here. Please bear with. My mother (late 50s) is an absolute sweetheart and I mean it. She has not a bad bone in her body and is really kind and wonderful. However, she can sometimes be I guess a little in her own bubble which can sometimes mean she’s unintentionally selfish or unaware of others around her. It’s in a naive way, not a mean-spirited way. Her absolute favourite musician is Billy Joel. He is her #1 and has been for over 40 years. Whenever he tours she tries really hard to get tickets to see him, and in recent years she likes to take me with her because I also really enjoy his music. The issue is, she wants to stand up and dance and get really into it, and show her appreciation and enthusiasm. And that’s great, I’m one of those at gigs too. But we are always in the seated section at these gigs and I feel awkward about the people behind us because they can’t see. Especially as Billy’s audience leans towards older people who probably aren’t able to stand the whole way through a gig even if they want to. This leads to me feeling super uncomfortable because she genuinely is just clueless about how selfish it is to do that. And going to see Billy is such a special, almost sacred thing to her and I feel really conflicted about essentially telling her a) how to behave, she’s an adult and b) that she can’t have the full experience she loves so much when we go. Last time I got tickets I got us standing ones for this reason but she doesn’t get out much so the crowds and the pushing/shoving/throwing of drinks (I know. Bizarre behaviour) bothered her a lot and kind of ruined it a bit for her, so that isn’t an option. What are people’s general views on this? Is it up to each individual to enjoy it however they want and other people just need to deal, or is it a complete no-no that needs addressing?Also - please be kind. She isn’t a bad person, she’s a really lovely lady and she’s got the purest heart. She is just sometimes socially unaware and blinkered, especially in this case. During her childhood when most people were learning social awareness and cues, she and her siblings were fighting to survive neglectful/abusive parents. There were 5 of them, 2 are no longer alive because they couldn’t make it through the trauma. Thank you ❤️ Submitted November 23, 2024 at 06:22AM by PsychadelicFern https://ift.tt/FAzp1bh via /r/Music

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luxekook · 4 years ago

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when fire meets frost | kth

as part of the christmas with bangtan: secret santa collab

❅ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

❅ genre: second chance romance, exes to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

❅ summary: just like a bad holiday song, you gave taehyung your heart last christmas. only in this scenario, he broke it eight months later. now you’re both back at that same damn holiday party where you first met one year ago and you’re just praying for you and your heart to leave in one piece.

❅ word count: 5.8k

❅ warnings: 18+, cursing, suggestive comments, drinking, DIY mistletoe, light violence, random ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’ references, drunk tae (TM), break-up flashbacks, weird humor, hella tension, hella groveling, making out, smut [oral (m to f)], the fluffiest of fluff (borderline cheese...actually...full-on cheese)

❅ banner by: the almighty and powerful maggie @kimtaehyunq - who also is the collab host!

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 8:00PM

Taehyung is staring at you. Again. Though you're facing slightly away from him, you know that if you give even the slightest glance over, your suspicions will all but be confirmed. The heated gaze you feel skimming over your body continues as you take a much needed sip of your mulled wine and pray that you get out of his line of vision soon with your dignity still intact.

Seokjin, your best friend and current partner in conversation, notices your predicament and scoffs, “You really should just put that boy out of his misery, (y/n). Scrooge himself would be down to have a foursome with the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future if he was around all this pent-up sexual tension.”

Your red-painted lips curl in a surely unattractive manner that resembles something between a grimace and a grin. You’ve heard variations of this argument about a dozen times from just as many sources, but Seokjin’s might just be the most absurd.

“I don’t know how or why your brain went right to a ghost-fucking analogy, but I’ve long since given up trying to understand your thought processes.”

Seokjin’s chest puffs up at your words like they incite something he should feel proud of. You sigh and shake your head at him, feeling a mix of exasperation and endearment - a constant haze of comfort you feel around your best friend.

“I’m just saying,” Seokjin continues, completely undeterred by your attempts to divert the conversation onto him, “He’s hot. You’re hot. He’s still into you. You’re still into him. I don’t see the problem.”

“I never said–!” You cut yourself off. He’s baiting you. “You son of a nutcracker. You know full well what the problem is. I’ve told you more times than Yoongi has yelled at someone for getting too close to his precious sound system.

At your words, you both look over to your left where Yoongi is currently chewing out a sheepish Namjoon with a death-grip on his expensive ass speakers.

“And I’ve told you that your reasons are shaky at best, (y/n),” Seokjin sighs, placing his chin in his palm and leaning over to you. He continues with a conspiring whisper, “Just because you’re scared you’ll get hurt again doesn’t mean you should never put yourself back out there.”

“Oh yeah,” You scowl, “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve never been dumped by the boy you love because he ‘wants to explore other options’. And then have to keep being around said-boy because you’re in the same friend group. And then fast forward a few months to when that same boy shows up drunk at your doorstep asking for you to take him back because you’re ‘the only one for him’. Spoiler alert: that’s fucking bullshit. And then–”

Seokjin slaps a palm over your mouth, effectively cutting you off mid-rant. “Babe, you have to stop rehashing this. Taehyung clearly is still in love with you. He looks at you like he wants to fucking eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Besides, Tae hasn’t even hooked up with anyone since he asked for another chance.”

“That we know of,” You mumble darkly behind Seokjin’s palm - your words only a barely audible jumble of syllables.

“Are you accosting my date, Jin?” The voice of your co-worker and close friend Felix meets your ears as you shove Seokjin’s hand off of you. When you invited Felix to come to Jimin’s annual holiday party, you briefed him on the situation - like any good friend would. You needed him there as an extra buffer. While you love Seokjin, he definitely can get swept up into petty drama - namely baseless arguments with Jungkook.

As your closest work friend, Felix knows all about you and Taehyung, and therefore he agreed to be your “date” in exchange for your help in getting him a date with Alicia, the new accountant in your office. You’ve spent countless hours sitting next to each other as desk neighbors and coworkers. Felix is quiet, cute and respectful - not to mention his voice is to die for.

Felix’s hand settles on the middle of your back in completely friendly territory, but you can’t help but feel the eyes on you have ramped up in intensity. You wonder if Felix can feel his hand burning from the heat and almost think he does when Felix drops his hand a second later.

It’s one thing to make you uncomfortable. You’ve learned to stomach that. But it’s another thing to make your friends uncomfortable. And for that you turn and level a glare at that beautiful asshole, sitting at a nearby table with Jimin and still looking at you with those goddamn eyes.

Taehyung shamelessly stares back at you as Jimin prattles on about something in his ear before noticing Tae’s mind is elsewhere. Following his gaze to you, Jimin groans and shoves Taehyung’s shoulder before strutting away towards the kitchen. You watch as Jimin saunters by and roll your eyes when he winks at you when your eyes meet. That one has always been trouble.

When you turn back around, Taehyung is still staring at you. No, this time he’s staring at your body - namely, your ass. You ignore the burst of heat that runs through you and make a face somewhere between a scowl and a glare. He looks up at you without the least bit of remorse.

Your eyes narrow. Your ass isn’t even out! Your green ugly Christmas sweater adorned with real ornaments basically falls to your knees. But then again, Taehyung has always had a vivid imagination - and an even better memory. His mind is like a goddamn vault.

You tug your attention away from your ex and back to the current conversation. But your thoughts wander. You still feel that pull towards Taehyung - that same damn pull that’s been there since you first met him. And that scares the shit out of you.

Flashback: The First Meeting, Last Christmas

You’re perched on the arm of Namjoon’s black pleather sofa (“It doesn’t stain! Can you believe that?” “Namjoon, it’s ripped in seven places.”). Surveying the flurry of friends scattered throughout the cozy apartment, you only see a few people that you don’t know. But something feels different tonight, and you just can’t figure out why.

Did Namjoon rearrange his plants? Did Jimin part his hair differently? Did Hoseok change his outfit - again?

“A-yo, (y/n)!” Seokjin yells over to you from clear across the room. You’re always baffled at how clueless that boy is to social cues. “Come meet Taehyung!” Your friend continues to yell, practically pinwheeling his arms to beckon you over to his side of the room. You can vaguely make out an unknown figure standing with their back to you, facing Seokjin in conversation.

You sigh. Might as well get this over with before Seokjin decides to start pretending to lasso you over to his side of the room. Or worse - get his actual lasso that he has for some unknown reason. A natural performer that boy is. Getting to your feet, you cross the room. Your heartbeat thuds in your chest and you rub a hand over your heart absentmindedly.

What is wrong with you? Meeting new people always brings nerves, but you never usually feel this out of sorts. You step into Seokjin’s outstretched arm and into the embrace of your best friend. And then you look up at the newcomer.

Hooded dark eyes. Curly black hair. Perfect pink lips. Jawline chiseled by the gods.

Your breath catches in your throat. Words buzz in the air around you but you can't distinguish one from the next. You’re pretty sure Seokjin is making some sort of joke because his sides start to shake and the beautiful stranger looks exasperatedly amused. Yet, his eyes never stray from yours.

His lips part like his breath is caught in his throat.

“Taehyung-ie, don’t be rude! Say hi!” Seokjin shoves Taehyung, jolting you both out of your little staring contest.

“Hi,” Taehyung repeats. Your stomach flips at the depth of his voice. “I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You can call me Tae. Or V. Or just Taehyung.”

Your smile widens at his ramblings and the rising color of his cheeks. “Hi, Tae,” You can't help but grin up at the adorable, beautiful boy. He really looks angelic under the kitchen lights. His halo of curls frames his face in such a way that makes you want to curl your finger around one and tug.

Vaguely, you can tell that Seokjin is shooting rapid looks between you and Taehyung, looking like some sort of bobblehead in 100mph winds. Suddenly, a Grinch-like grin takes over his face. “Why don’t you crazy kids get some more wine? I need to talk to Yoongi...” Seokjin slips away.

In hindsight, you should have immediately been tipped off that Seokjin was up to no good. Seokjin seeking out Yoongi? Nothing good ever comes from that.

And you were right. Not twenty minutes later, you and Taehyung are both stuttering messes underneath a hastily tapped up branch of mistletoe - at least that’s what Seokjin’s calling it. You think it looks like a clump of grass with a grape thrown in there.

Just as you start to tell Taehyung that he doesn’t have to feel pressured by your lame friends, he cups your face in his hands and lowers his lips to yours.

Fucking magic.

There aren’t fireworks or sparks. There’s a whole blazing inferno between the two of you.

Your hands slide up his back, tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck. Taehyung lets out a small gasp as your fingers tug on his locks, and you slowly slide your tongue across his lower lip.

“Uh, okay… Hello? Hey, guys!”

Finally, Yoongi slams together two pans from the kitchen, jolting you both away from each other in fright.

“Break that shit up,” Yoongi shoots a glare at a grinning Seokjin. “I did not sign up for that level of PDA, Jin.”

“I can’t predict love, Yoongi-ah. I can only bring lovers together,” Jin sighs, clasping his hands over his heart dramatically. Yoongi pinches Seokjin in the side, immediately instigating a fight.

Taehyung reclaims your attention, shyly intertwining his pinky with yours. In the midst of all the chaos around you, he just looks at you like you are the only thing that matters.

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 9:02PM

“I don’t know how you survive when he looks at you like that. I’m practically melting just being in proximity of the two of you.”

Your friend Ciana’s comment pulls your attention away from your demon of an ex as he strides by, leveling you with a calculated smolder.

It’s a look that says he’s going to fuck you up in the best way - the way that used to leave you weak in the knees and covered in hickies. Taehyung’s fuck me eyes are your kryptonite. He knows it. You know it. The whole party knows it. Hence, it makes sense how he’s shamelessly using them any fucking chance he can just to mess with you.

It’s practically a fulltime job pretending it doesn't affect you. And it's a job you are failing at miserably.

You sigh and take a big sip of your drink. “Oh, I'm not surviving,” You confess, “This is just a hologram image of me. I’m practically clear across the country by now.”

Ciana laughs, “Girl, I don't blame you, but I have to say… He looks like he would follow you anywhere.”

You scoff. There was a time where you would wholeheartedly agree. Since your first meeting, Tae made you feel like you were the center of his universe.

After talking all night at Seokjin’s party, you exchanged numbers and within a few days Tae asked you out.

Your first date was to an art gallery. The two of you spent hours there, studying art and exchanging soft murmured interpretations. You would often catch Taehyung staring at you instead of at the paintings decorating the walls, and it made you feel all warm and fuzzy.

The dates continued until Taehyung managed to gather up the courage to ask you to be exclusive - his words, not yours. You hadn’t believed that he could ever have doubted your answer. But in hindsight, you probably should have doubted him.

Things were great for a while. No - they were better than great. They were the best eight months of your fucking life. Until they weren’t.

“Why did y’all break up again?” Ciana asks, pulling your attention to her once more.

You let a bitter laugh escape. “You’ll have to ask him that.”

Flashback: The Break-Up, August

“I want to see other people.”

The words strike you like a serrated blade. The plate you’re washing falls into the sink with a clatter. Your heart stills in your chest.

“What?” For a second you believe that you must have misheard him. Only he crushes that hope into dust within seconds.

“I said I want to see other people.” Taehyung repeats, a bit louder.

“You mean like taking a break?” You refuse to turn around and face him. You refuse to believe that your relationship is crumbling down. Your mind tries to grasp at straws. “Or trying ethical non-monogamy?”

“No, (y/n),” Taehyung sighs, “I mean that I want to break up.”

“But why? I don’t understand.” The tears begin to sting your eyes as you blink rapidly, trying to make sense of the blindside that Taehyung just threw at you. “What did I do? How can I fix this?”

“You can’t, okay?” The exasperation in his voice is palpable. “I’m bored here. I feel tied down. We’re both so young... How can we know we’re right for each other when there’s so many other people out there?”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” You seethe, finally whirling to face him. Taehyung flinches when he sees your tearstained face but you persevere and continue, “I bore you? That’s sure not what it seemed like two days ago when you were fucking me against the wall of that club bathroom.”

“Things change,” Taehyung scowls, “I need to explore other options, (y/n), and I think you should, too.”

Your heart is breaking, a fissure splitting it right down the middle. “You want to explore other options,” You repeat, in a deadpan voice. “Do you already have someone in mind?”

The split second pause Taehyung takes is all you need to know the answer to that.

“Get out.”

“(Y/n), it wasn’t the only reason!” Taehyung scrambles to explain. “We haven’t even done anything yet!”

“Oh, you’re a ‘we’ already? Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.”

“No! That’s not what I meant!”

“Well, I hope you’re happy with them. I hope they don’t bore you or tie you down. I hope you’re right for each other. I hope youre fucking happy with yourself and your decision.”

“Can’t we still be friends?”

You don’t deem that question worthy enough of an answer and slam your front door in the face of the person who ten minutes ago had been the love of your life.

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 10:21PM

The amount of love in the room is making your stomach turn. You watch as your coupled up friends exchange presents and kisses. You’re so happy for each and every one of them, don’t get you wrong. You just can’t help but feel increasingly alone with each passing minute.

Felix notices the dip in your mood and nudges you, “Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah,” You snuggle deeper into his side. Thank god for Felix. “Thanks for coming with me to this shindig. It would have been hard to be alone this year.”

“No worries, babe. Besides, how else am I gonna get Alicia to go out with me?”

You laugh at Felix’s words. The boy was oblivious to the fact that Alicia had already approached you to ask if he was single. Sometimes you enjoy your diabolical mind. “Oh, she’ll definitely go out with you,” You reply, pinching his cheek, “Who could resist this face?”

“You did. Three years ago,” Felix whines, shoving your hand away from him playfully.

“Sadly you’re not my type, pretty boy,” You sigh. It truly was sad. Felix is the nicest human you know - besides Seokjin. The fact that you're not interested just reinforces the idea that you have terrible taste in men.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know who you could possibly be referring to,” You sniff, turning away.

��Oh, I don’t know… Maybe the guy that hasn’t stopped circling you like a fucking shark in water since we got here?”

“He has not,” You retort, rolling your eyes.

“A-ha! So you do know exactly who I’m referring to, you little liar!”

“Goddamnit,” You laugh. “I need another drink to put up with you. You want a refill?” You gesture towards his cup.

“Nah, I’m good,” Felix shakes his head. You nod and head over to the kitchen, thankfully seeing no sign of ‘Shark Boy’.

But you spoke too soon, because just as you’re reaching up for a new mug you feel him.

“Is that little boy out there your boyfriend? I didn’t think you were dating anyone,” A rough voice growls from entirely too close to your ear.

You turn your head and shoot your best side-eye at the asshole who’s heated stare is aimed straight down at you. You internally curse at the unfortunate fact that Kim Taehyung somehow still can manage to look gorgeous in a bright red sweater with a whole-ass Santa beard stitched to its collar. You have never hated him more given that you look like a hot mess of a Christmas tree that no one wants to climb.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business, Kim,” You retort, turning around again and grabbing a glass from the cabinet. You can feel his warmth surrounding you as he grabs the mug for you instead, his body pushed up against yours.

“Move,” You order, your voice shaking slightly. But instead of listening, Tae grabs your hips and turns you around, caging you in between his arms.

“See, you’re wrong, (y/n),” His eyes dart from your own to your lips, “Everything that concerns you is my business. It has since the moment I met you, and it hasn’t stopped since.”

The incredulous snort escapes you before you can attempt to rein it in, “Taehyung, you broke up with me! I’m pretty sure that means you consider me old news and - above all - none of your fucking business.”

“And I told you I made a mistake!” Taehyung leans closer, his jaw ticking.

“You were drunk!” You stab a finger into his admittedly toned chest that you can feel even through that abominable Santa beard, “And it took you two fucking months to say that, only to never bring it up again. So excuse me if I find your argument lacking.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung curses softly, running a hand through his mess of curls, “I miss that smart mouth.”

“Yeah?” Your response flies out too fast for your brain to check your words, “Well I miss being enough for you.”

Taehyung looks stricken. “Baby…” He reaches for you but you duck past him and beeline straight for Jimin’s bathroom. Locking yourself inside, you slide to the floor and contemplate your chances of sneaking out the tiny bathroom window just like you did that night some months ago.

Flashback: A Streetcar Named WTF, October

A harsh banging sound jolts you awake. “What the fuck,” You mumble, fumbling around blindly trying to find your phone amidst the blankets and pillows surrounding you.

Finally, your hand locates the small metal device and you switch your screen on. Your eyes immediately shut at the brightness and you muster up the will to peek at the time.

3:12AM.

Who the hell dares to pound on your door at this hour? What is this - A Streetcar Named Desire? Well, slap your ass and call you Blanche because this asshole is about to feel your wrath.

Stomping over to your door, you swing it open and say, “There’s no Stella here, Stanley. Fuck off.”

While you don’t find a drunk Marlon Brando on your doorstep, you do find a drunk Taehyung.

“Who the fuck’s Stanley?” Tae glares, trying to cross his arms but failing somehow.

“Good lord, Taehyung,” You groan, grabbing his arm and dragging him inside your apartment, “You smell like a whole goddamn brewery. How did you even end up here?”

“Walked,” He says proudly while smiling down at your hand on his arm like an idiot. “Who’s Stamplee? I mean, Stangfree.”

You pinch your nose with your free hand. This boy… Ignoring his idiocy completely, you question, “You walked?” You push him down onto your couch and head into your kitchen to grab him some water.

“Yup! All by myself! Are you proud of me? Sandflea could never!”

You jump. Somehow Tae still managed to sneak up behind you while drunk out of his mind.

“Kim Taehyung, sit your drunk ass down.” You jab a finger in the direction of the couch he just vacated.

“But you’re so far away when I sit all the way over there, baby,” He pouts, giving you puppy dog eyes. “And I’m not drunk!”

You don’t dignify his words with a response. Handing the glass of water to the problem currently sprawled out on your couch, you sigh. What are you going to do with him? He can’t stay here… But he’s in no shape to walk back to wherever the fuck he came from.

“Tell me, Kim, why did you think that walking to my apartment of all places was a good idea? I could have moved!” Disdain drips from every syllable, “Is anything going on in that brain of yours? If so, it’s clearly not making any sense.”

“I beg to differ,” Taehyung has the audacity to grin up at you as he continues, “My brain makes perfect sense, baby. You plus me equals three.” His eyebrows wiggle up and down as he swings his hands out, showering you with the glass of water you just handed him.

“Maybe I’ll call you a math tutor along with your Uber,” You mumble as you fight the urge to laugh at the mess of a boy staring up at you from your couch. Grabbing a kitchen towel, you dab the water off of you as best you can. Glancing back down at Tae, you notice his attention has fallen to your chest, where the water he practically threw at you has plastered your tanktop to your skin.

“Hey, eyes up here,” You slap his arm with the damp towel, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“One more minute,” He says, absentmindedly rubbing his arm.

His attention gives you butterflies for a split second before you lock that shit down. You aren’t a fool; you’re fully aware that Taehyung’s the farthest thing from available, but he’s still hot as hell with his muscular stature, his wicked brown eyes, and his full pink lips. And that deep voice… it has shamefully been the fuel of your fantasies for the past few weeks. But that is neither here nor there.

So while his undivided attention always did make you feel fucking incredible, now he’s just a drunk boy who’s acting like he’s never seen nipples before.

“I’m calling you an Uber, okay?” You finally say, grabbing your phone and pulling up the app.

“Can’t I stay here?” Taehyung pouts, “Or will Surley get mad?”

“His name is Stanley,” You automatically reply and then curse as Taehyung lurches to his feet.

“I knew it! Where is he? Where is my replacement? I challenge him to a duel!”

“A duel?” You can’t help but laugh, “On what grounds?”

“For your hand, of course!” Taehyung rapidly glances around your apartment before his eyes land on the broom tucked in the corner of your kitchen. “There’s my sword!”

Before he can take a step towards his ‘sword’, you grab his arm and push him back down onto your couch.

“Wow, you’re strong!” Tae stares up at you adoringly, “And so-o cute. Wanna date?”

“You’re drunk, Tae. Don’t say things like that.” God, he’s going to give you a complex. You had just started getting over him and now he does this? Why is life deadset on fucking you over?

“But I do wanna date you!” Taehyung insists, “Don’t you miss me? Miss us? I still love you. I never stopped.”

“Tae, please stop.”

“I made a mistake, baby, and I wanna fix it. Can you give me a chance? Please?” His brown eyes blink up at you slowly. His lids practically fight to stay open as his words slur together.

The boy is falling asleep. Sighing, you close the Uber app. Looks like you’re housing your ex for the evening.

“I wanna marry you,” He mumbles, “Bought the ring last week. If you can just love me again I’ll be the luckiest…” His words get more and more inaudible. Mumbles about Stanley and revenge and kisses and altars filter through as you place a blanket over his form.

“Goodnight, Tae.” You can’t resist brushing your fingers through his hair. Your heart stutters as he practically leans into your touch like a cat, smiling contentedly.

“We’ll see if you remember this in the morning,” You mutter, setting another glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the coffee table for him when he wakes up.

After making sure Taehyung’s on his side with a bucket for potential incidents, you head back to bed.

When you wake up, he’s nowhere to be found.

Present Day: The Christmas Party, 10:23PM

“(y/n)... baby, please let me in.”

The underlying meaning of those six words is not lost on you. Could you let him in again? Taehyung once held your heart and then he basically smashed it on concrete and backed over it with his car - twice.

“Go away.” Your words sound weak even to your own ears.

“No, I need to talk to you… Please.” His voice breaks on the last word and you cave. Standing you unlock the door and back up. You could have a logical and reasonable discussion with Tae and get some closure, leaving all feelings out of it. Maybe...

“Two minutes,” You declare, “Nothing more.”

“But–”

You cut him off, “1:55…” You tap your foot and smile as Taehyung shoots you a look.

“Fine,” He rubs the back of his neck, peeking up at you under his lashes. “I got scared, okay?”

Your disbelief must show all over your face because he continues.

“Yeah, I was scared - fucking terrified of how much I feel for you. How in love with you I am. How can it be that easy to find your soulmate? It didn’t make any sense to me. And then Pia began to show an interest in me and I convinced myself it was a good idea to distance myself from you. To see other people. To try to make sense of my feelings.”

You hold up a hand. “So, you’re saying that you broke up with me because you were ‘too in love with me?’ What the fuck kind of selfish bullshit is that, Taehyung? You broke my fucking heart for someone you didn’t even like because you were scared I was your soulmate? Don’t you see how that just makes me feel like shit?”

Taehyung sinks to his knees. “(Y/n), baby, please. I am so sorry. I fucked up in the worst, most selfish way possible. It kills me that I broke your heart.”

“Ugh, get up, you drama king.” You pull him to his feet, continuing, “Why did you leave after that night? You said all those things when you were drunk and then just left.”

“Yeah, I kind of don’t remember what I said or how I even ended up at your place.” A blush takes over his face, “It’s so embarrassing you had to see me like that and I kind of just wanted to forget it happened. And I really hoped that you forgot it did, too. I didn’t expect you to just keep acting like you forgot my existence altogether.”

“What does that mean? I see you all the time, Tae! We’re in the same friend group for god’s sakes. We’re around each other all the time… Maybe even too much.” You mumble the last few words, but he catches them.

“Too much? You avoid me at all costs! You don’t smile at me anymore. You don’t even look at me most times! It kills me that all I get from you now is ice, when I know you have so much fire.”

His words confuse you. So he does want you back? Your friends weren’t exaggerating? A small burst of hope swells inside you, but the memory of the break-up outweighs it. “You don’t even know me though, Taehyung. Not anymore.”

“No. You’re wrong,” Taehyung leans closer to you, and you take a step back. Your back bumps up against the sink, your plastic ornaments adorning your sweater clinking awkwardly.

Tae brushes a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes begging you to listen, “I do know you. I know that you still take your coffee black with caramel. I know that you started doing yoga but are too proud to admit you hate it. I know that you came to my art show last month but left before I could talk to you alone. I know that you–”

“Stop,” Your voice trembles, “Please, I can’t. Taehyung, you hurt me so fucking much. Don’t you get that? I just started feeling whole again. So if I let you back in and you hurt me, I might shatter completely.”

His hands cup your face gently, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen. “I won’t ever hurt you again, baby. Please give me one more chance. That’s all I need. I want to keep you forever, (y/n)... I bought you a ring, did I tell you that when I was drunk? I think I did. I still have it. It’s yours - just like my heart.”

“God, you’re still so fucking cheesy,” You can’t hold back your smile even though more tears are falling down your cheeks.

And then his lips are on yours.

Taehyung kisses you like you're the most precious thing in the universe. Like you might break in the palm of his hand if he’s not careful enough. And maybe you will. But for right now, you melt into him.

He tastes like home.

Taehyung’s touch is tentative at first. His hands slide into your hair, tugging you even closer. You feel like you might burst, feeling so many emotions. Love. Fear. Confusion. Hope. You hook your leg around him, wanting him pressed against you everywhere.

Taehyung groans and one of his hands drops down to grab your thigh, wrapping it more securely around his waist. “Jump, baby,” He mumbles into your lips, and you listen automatically.

He perches you on the edge of the sink, kisses you deeply, and then sinks back down to his knees.

“Tae–” You protest, as he runs his hands slowly up your calves.

“I haven’t tasted you in so long, baby,” His dark eyes burn into yours, “Please don’t let me go another minute without you on my tongue.”

Fuck. Well, you can’t argue with that. When Tae sees you open your legs a bit more, he grins up at you and places a quick kiss on the inside of your knee.

His touch becomes more frantic as he moves up, his mouth placing hot kisses higher and higher.

When he sees the lacy red panties you have on, he snaps, lunging forward and hitching your thigh over his shoulder. Pushing your underwear to the side, his hot mouth is on you, closing over your clit without warning. You gasp as he sucks your bud into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue.

Your hand winds its way into his curls, pushing him harder against you. He moans into your pussy. “So fucking wet for me, baby. God, I love you.”

Taehyung places a soft kiss on your inner thigh before his tongue returns to lick at your pussy, up and down. His tongue sinks into you, making your hips buck against his face. His hand shoots up to steady you as his tongue continues to flick in and out of you.

The sight of the boy you never stopped loving tongue deep in your pussy almost pushes you over the edge already. “Ta-ae,” You moan, hand tugging at his hair, “Harder, baby, please.”

Your words have their desired effect as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and places his mouth back on your clit. You moan as his fingers curl inside you, brushing your walls.

The first few strokes of his fingers are slow. Too slow for your liking, “Taehyung, fuck me with your fingers.”

A rumble moves up his chest as he obeys, pushing another finger deep inside of you. “Fuck, baby,” He curses and begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy, “You feel even better than I remember, so goddamn wet.”

His mouth finally returns to your clit, his tongue flicking over it every so often. You’re hurtling towards your orgasm as his long fingers continue to pound into you and his mouth continues to lick at your pussy.

You feel the heat building up and you come with a gasp. Taehyung continues to fuck you with his fingers and his mouth, carrying you through your orgasm until you slump back against the mirror above the sink.

Taehyung grins up at you, licking up everything you gave him. Finally, you gently push him off you. Still licking his fingers clean, Taehyung’s eyes sparkle up at you, “Well? Wanna get married?”

“Oh my god,” You burst out laughing, hopping off the sink onto shaky legs. “Why don’t you start by wooing me? We’ll go from there.”

“Challenge accepted.”

You blink.

Taehyung smiles. His wild dark curls are sticking up in random places - courtesy of your hands. His eyes are full of their usual sinful promises, but this time they also hold excitement and a tiny spark of hope. “Prepare to be wooed, wifey.”

“Fuck off,” You laugh, quickly fixing your hair in the mirror before smoothing down your sweater dress.

Nodding at your semi-acceptable reflection, you swing the door open to reveal just about every person from the party collectively gathered just outside.

“I knew it!” Seokjin shrieks. “Where’s my mistletoe?”

“My poor bathroom!” Jimin cries, “Defiled! Desecrated!”

“Why am I friends with you all?” Yoongi asks no one in particular.

“Well,” Tae whispers in your ear, “At least we won’t have to tell them, right?”

You smile despite the embarrassing situation and nod. This Christmas might just be your best yet.

a/n: sorry that this is late and severely unedited LOL plz be kind, this is my first fic back and YA GIRL IS RUSTY

#bangtanhq #bangtanarmynet #btsbookclub #btsnoonanet #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #ficswithluv #kpopuniverse #ksmutclub #kwritersworld #networkbangtan #kim taehyung #kth #taehyung x reader #tae x reader #kth x reader #bts fanfic #bts

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whispersafterdusk · 2 years ago

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Prompt #17: Novel

"You read a lot, you know that?"

Broti's unexpected voice was enough to pull Roaring's nose out of the pages he had it buried in, and had been buried in for the better part of the afternoon.

Roaring wasn't in his usual reading perch in the market area today; with his parents still likely lurking about in the city he didn't want to cause a scene or spectacle if they decided to blow up at him in front of a ton of witnesses. He'd since relocated to a small sitting area outside of the building his apartment was in that happened to overlook a deep chasm with a cliffside on the far side of -- a steady and pleasant breeze channeled through here which made the area tolerable under the hot sun, but with the constant sound of wind in his ears it tended to mask the sound of approaching footsteps.

And so, he'd been snuck up on by the lalafell.

Roaring peered down at him from over the top of the book; either his parents had told him where he could be found or he'd read that note after all. Not...entirely the end of the world, and it wasn't that Roaring held any animosity toward the chatterbox of a man but he knew all too well that the merchant was largely clueless when it came to social norms. If a boundary wasn't set, and firmly held to, then he could expect a ton of unexpected visits in the future.

"Hey, is that a...a romance novel?" Broti went on, staring at him with shocked look.

Roaring rolled his eyes and let the book tip forward, clonking the much shorter male square in the forehead and nose with the book's cover.

"Ouch! Hey!" he yelped, jumping back and rubbing at his nose. "I was just asking!"

Roaring snapped the book closed and held it so the front cover was facing him; it...admittedly had a somewhat racy cover but it wasn't a romance novel. It was an old epic, carried here to Vylbrand by those who had fled from Aerslant - born out of their history and legends. Roaring had been surprised and pleased to find a battered copy of it in the markets at an antique's stall and had been slowly working his way through the book these last few days.

The historical significance was clearly lost on the lalafell who read the title a few times with a quizzical look on his face. "...never heard of it. What's it about?"

With a sigh the roegadyn slid it carefully back into his bag. "Why are you here?"

"O-oh, right! I'm here! Because! Uh- hang on-" Broti sputtered before beginning to search his pockets in a frenzy. "Aha! Here!"

He held up a slip of folded paper; Roaring took it, opened it, and immediately recognized his father's blocky handwriting. Without even bothering to read it he lit it on fire with a tiny flame conjured at the tip of a finger and then watched impassively as the wind bore the ashes away.

Broti stared, open-mouthed, as the flaming bits of paper flew off and out of sight. "Bu- but...your parents..."

"Are not my parents. Do not tell them anything of me or offer to bring me anything from them again."

"Oh... Uh. Ahem, yes, I- I knew they seemed fishy!" Broti went on. "I won't talk to them anymore. ...but, can I sell things to them? Am I allowed to take their coin?"

"Honestly," was Roaring's response.

Broti nodded rapidly. "Of course! I'm always honest - I'm not a, a dirty cheat or extortionist. Only honest dealings at MY stall."

With a satisfied nod Roaring stood and Broti fell in at his heels struggling to keep up with the roegadyn's much longer stride. At the door to the apartment building Roaring stopped and looked down at him.

"Was there something else?"

"N-no! Just...curious, you know? Which one is yours."

"Don't be. And please do not call without forewarning. I am not always here."

"Sure, sure! I'll just, see you at the market then?"

Roaring nodded; Broti took that as his cue to scurry away. He waited until the lalafell was completely out of sight before heading inside - there was no way he was going to give the man a chance to follow him in and find out exactly which apartment was his if he could help it.

*this references my prompt #12

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #roegadyn #lalafell #wol

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kuruyuji · 4 years ago

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Am I allowed to request the same innocent!reader but with TeruTeru, Gundam, Kaito, and/or Kazuichi? (Sorry If this sucks. ;w;)

of course ! i liked the last request i dont mind doing it again

sorry for my request taking so long, i’m a bit overwhelmed right now with my life at the moment

- Gundham, Kaito, Kazuichi, and Teruteru with an innocent s/o

gender neutral reader

warnings: slight nsfw (mentions of sex)

read part one here with makoto, nagito, and miu !

slight nsfw below the cut

Gundham Tanaka

- Gundham isn’t a dirty person. But your innocence does leave him very flustered

- also pretty bad at handling these type of situations since he’s socially awkward. he honesty just stands there like this: 🧍‍♂️ while you also stand their clueless

- like are you trying to kill the boy by trying to asking him completely dirty questions with complete innocents?

- but just because he’s awkward, doesn’t mean he won’t stick up for you. he knows you can take care of yourself

- for example if Teruteru made a lewd comment, he would speak up for you.

- “ Teruteru you foolish human, you’re childish remarks are making s/o uncomfortable. If you continue this antics I will unleash my full potential upon you for the sake of my significant other!”

- if you thought he was awkward when you asked him harmless questions, wait till you ask him for the sex talk

- he freezes, and even refuses. but when you asked again he gave in, even though he was also completely clueless

- after some research, he’s tries his best to explain. cue almost an hour of a very embarrassed Gundham poorly explaining what sex it. and with the way he talks did not make it any easier

- when you asked him to demonstrate he refuses again, using his excuse that mortals can’t touch him. Gundham already has trouble with people touching him. but then he looks back at you and how can he say no to you?

- he’s stiff, you’re stiff. everyone is stiff ! but no worries, the two of you made the best of it

- he may be super awkward around you, and can’t express how much you mean to him with words, but he’s always ready to protect you from lewd comments

- also the devas constantly tease Gundham on his poor sex knowledge

Kaito Momota

- don’t worry, Maki is always watching him making sure he doesn’t say anything stupid

- he thinks it’s pretty cute, and would lightly take advantage at it

- he makes dirty jokes with the other guys and forgets that you’re very innocent. he feels bad about it sometimes but is thankful that you don’t get any of the jokes. because Miu and Kokichis foul mouths can be a handful

- speaking of Kokichi, Kaito is protecting you from him, always keeping an eye out for him

- he hates it when Kokichis close to you. not in an obsessive way, he just can’t stand Kokichis annoying ass

- “hey Kokichi, can’t you tell that you’re bothering s/o? cut it out!”

- when asking for the sex talk, he’s a bit cocky and is ready to give you a visual presentation. he makes a lot of dumb and lewd jokes that go over your head but you somehow understood the basics. he also asks for Shuichis and Makis help. Shuichi did the best he could despite the super red face and the occasional stuttering due to embarrassment. Maki whacked Kaito in the head every time he said something dumb

- when being asked to demonstrate, Shuichi and Maki immediately leave refusing to see and hear more. meanwhile Kaito is frozen in place due from shock. He agrees, but he’s a bit scared. only because he doesn’t want to mess things up

- of course he controls himself (somewhat), but he can’t take off that stupid smirk on his face. he’s cocky, but respectful towards you

- Kaito loves spending time with you. your innocence has been interesting from the start, how can he not spend time with you ?

Kazuichi Soda

- you definitely caught him by surprised

- and you definitely made him flustered countless of times

- but he can’t deny that the whole innocent thing is a bit of a turn on. also can’t help but feel power when he’s with you, like it’s his job to protect you.

- sometimes he overdoes it with the jokes and sometimes he can take advantage of the situation

- “oh? what did you say s/o? you mind saying that again? wait let me grab a video camera first!” he teases, a glint of mischief in his eyes

- Hajime has to knock some sense into him from time to time because Kazuichi can’t always control himself

- he thought Sonia's princess image was intriguing, but your innocence was way more interesting weirdo

- then you asked him to explain sex, his face then matched his hair as a response

- he asks Fuyuhiko and Hajime for help. Fuyuhiko explains as best as he can (flustered and pissed off as hell) and Hajime was only able to give him moral support.

- when you asked Kazuichi to show you, all that remaining confidence (which he didn’t have a lot of in the first place) just leaves his body. he will admit that he’s a bit scared, scared that he’ll screw everything up. but when you offer him a warm kind smile of trust, he gives in.

- Kazuichi was a HUGE mess. he tried to play it off but the shaky hands and the awkward tone was too obvious for anyone. luckily for him you didn’t seem to notice

- all in all Kazuichi loved your innocence, it hypes him up and gets him excited, a little too excited. but you don’t seem to mind it because you’re completely clueless

Teruteru Hanamura

- oh, he’s going to have fun with this, a little too much fun

- he takes advantage of your innocence's whenever you can. even when the dirty joke is absolutely terrible

- it doesn’t matter who Teruteru is talking to, he’ll always say something lewd to them

- your innocence surprises everyone, because Teruteru doesn’t hold back with his comments. how’ll he’ll casually talk about your body, or how he wants to do dirty things with you in the bedroom. everything just completely goes over your head

- “ohoho? an innocent one? that's quite sexy~”

- one time Mahiru stepped in for you. “s/o, don’t you feel uncomfortable with Teruteru’s comments?” you shoke your head, “No why would I? What's so bad about it?”

- this lead to your classmates protecting you more, but you told everyone that you can take care of yourself and you don’t really mind.

- every lewd comment just lead you towards confusion and awkwardly smiling. although you were pretty interested with everything he said, and you just wanted to know more about Teruteru

- Teruteru also takes the time to get to know you better and discards all the sexual comments. he genuinely wants to get to know your character better

- and then, you asked Teruteru for the sex talk

- please, RUN

- he says every dirty joke he knows at the top of his head. his uses his hands and random kitchen objects for visual demonstration. you had to ask him why he was putting a banana inside a hole of a donut

- when you asked to demonstrate sex to him, he drops the banana and donut from shock. Teruteru then smiles and then takes your hand and leads him to his room

- but just because he’s a huge perv, doesn’t mean he can’t be respectable. he handles you with care.

- yes dating Teruteru with an innocent mind can be a handful, and a lot of people you down at you in pity, but you love spending time with your partner, and he agrees as well

#danganronpa x reader #kazuichi soda x reader #kazuichi souda #gundham tanaka #gundham x reader #kaito momota #kaito x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru x reader #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #spicy #fluff #gender neutral reader #danganronpa #ndrv3 #Super Danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #koushis korner

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suzuki-violin-school · 4 years ago

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Dating Class 1-A HCs

Dating class 1-A headcanons !

Content: SFW, fluff, nicknames, date ideas, denki saying a bad word, canon midoriya

Denki Kaminari

calls you little mama

babbles incoherently about how much he loves you when he short circuits

not good at verbally expressing himself but shows his affection through gestures and touch

i.e. trying to say “you’re radiant and beautiful” but accidentally saying “butt good”

followed by “...wait, fuck”

Eijiro Kirishima

very spontaneous and spur of the moment doesn’t know what a schedule is apparently

will text you at 5:54 and ask you on a date for 6:00

calls you sunshine but if he’s in trouble he’ll call you apple of my eye

“Oh, hey Kiri!” “Why hello, apple of my eye!” “...What did you do this time?” “It wasn’t me, it was Bakugo!” “That’s even worse!”

loves it when you sit on his lap, won’t let you get up basically ever

only the manliest men can land a partner as splendid as you

you help him dye his hair when his roots start showing

because one time he did it himself and ended up with pink stains just about everywhere

Fumikage Tokoyami

buys jewelry because crow brain says shiny but he gives it all to you because he doesn’t want to give in to the bird instincts

still though, he LOVES when you wear it because seeing you enjoy his gifts is so heartwarming also because he needs the shiny, therefore he needs you

you tease him about being a bird but cuddling up together in his nest bed is c o m f y

he has a bunch of tiny trinkets under his pillow though (he hates to admit that he gives in to the crow instincts)

calls you “my feather” of “my finest little trinket” uwu

you wanted to buy him a light to help control dark shadow since his room is practically pitch black but you wanted it to match his aesthetic = purple lava lamp

“crows mate for life, you know.” “okay, and?” “just thought i’d share.” “i wasn’t planning on getting rid of you in the first place.” “...thank you.”

lots of very goth/emo style dates

Hanta Sero

you spend a lot of time playing around with his tape

your favorite thing you’ve done with it is make a hammock that you two napped in together

there is nothing, nothing, you love more in this world than his stupid dorky smile

you stare at him a lot and he teases you about it every time he catches you

you spend a lot of time with kaminari when sero’s not around and you both like to gossip about him

sometimes you call him office depot

Izuku Midoriya

he is constantly as red as a strawberry no exceptions

doesn’t understand why you’re with him but ok

v clumsy and nervous more than usual

i.e. *busy looking at you while walking, trips over nothing, suddenly forgets how to speak when someone asks if he’s okay*

you both have a thing for softly kissing each other’s scars

he says “uwu” and “owo” out loud and you want to cry every time he does

Katsuki Bakugo

once he’s holding you he basically never lets go of you ever

i.e. holding your waist when you’re cooking and resting his head on your shoulders will even follow you around like that if you’re walking even though it looks ridiculous

sends mineta to recovery girl every five minutes but only because “you’re mine and i don’t think you fully understand what goes on in a guy’s mind when he looks at you”

some people say tsundere, i say the exact opposite

screams about you and your relationship

if you put dye on his hands, he can make colored fireworks in his palms !!

Mashirao Ojiro

hear me out: tail cuddles

good god he never stops worrying about you

if you’re even three minutes late to something it’s all “what if they’ve been kidnapped by villains? What if they were killed?”

he’s SO soft though

he goes all out when it comes to taking you out

one of the best date schedules: restaurant (he makes sure you get your desert and refuses to let you pay for ANYTHING), a long walk afterwards to enjoy the outdoors and get fresh air, gives you a small gift, occasionally stops by a café for a quick pastry before going home

aizawa either hasn’t figured it out yet or just doesn’t say anything about you two spending the night in each other’s dorm rooms he knows but he thinks you’re a cute couple and lets it happen

Mezo Shoji

you’re a big ol mess around him before you actually start dating

scratch that, you’re still a mess

“are you okay?” “yes! i’m fine!” “are you sure?” “...no.” “what’s the matter?” “um... i can’t figure out which of your hands i’m supposed to hold.”

he instantly falls apart when you say that

you’re still a shy little puddle around him so you’re a little hesitant and nervous about everything and don’t always say what you’re feeling outright

but he knows that and can read you like a book so he will stop what he’s doing the moment he notices you’re uncomfortable with something

def calls you princess

kisses through the mask uwu

Shoto Todoroki

calls you angel but only in private

doesn’t always understand social cues so you end up in awkward situations sometimes

he’s either very blunt or completely closed off when it comes to expressing feelings

warm massages

he will aggressively insist that you wear his clothes

likes giving you flowers but never a full bouquet because he thinks that’s overkill

Shouta Aizawa

oh sweet jesus this man is a whole meal

you look after his class every now and then when he needs a break which is always if we’re being honest

in that respect, you also have adopted all twenty of his students

you two were already basically married, now you’re also basically parents

will trap you in the scarf and drag you towards him to hold you when he’s had a bad day

he falls asleep at a desk, on a couch, at the dinner table a lot so you have a special blanket to drape over him when he doesn’t make it to the bed

his worst nightmare is someone taking his phone and seeing all the pictures of you he’s saved because they’re not pure

Tenya Iida

“are you giving her a piggy back ride?” “no it’s training” *runs away at top speed*

bakadere bakadere bakadere bakadere b

absolutely clueless when it comes to relationships

tries to study dating

ends up doing a lot of things that are really out of character for him because he read it on a forum or in a book or saw it in a video

it’s cute and you appreciate the gesture but uh... why

“what are you doing?” “...learning to be a good boyfriend.” “you already are a good boyfriend, stop being ridiculous.”

#x reader #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #headcanons #my hero headcanons #it took me way too long to alphabetize this #denki kaminari #eijiro kirishima #fumikage tokoyami #hanta sero #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #mashirao ojiro #mezo shoji #shoto todoroki #shouta aizawa #tenya iida #dear GOD i need assistance

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jaefmin · 3 years ago

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Talent hunt - J.JK

DKSDKLSD HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE <33

➳ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female reader

➳ Genre: pure crack✨friends to lovers au, lil bit of fluff in the end, friend!jk, crack!jk, the oc's kinda talentless TUMBLR ADDICT OC FOR Y'ALL!

➳ Summary: Jungkook's filled with talents, just like your snack bowl. He can't believe it, that you do nothing except writing your articles. He wants to find it all in you, because he knows that you've got the energy. Read on to find out what happens between both these characters!!

➳ M.list

“I mean, you would have some specialty at least.” He pleaded, again. “I told you already, Jungkook, I don’t do anything.” You replied for the ninth time, sparks of hope left bursting inside you that he would stop. “It can’t be that way. Every person is special in some or the other way, I know you’ve got something.” Those sparks inside seemed to find their way down pretty quick. You found it pretty annoying, especially when he had to do this between your work. You tried to come up with some reply for him to stop. Once you’d tell him about it, he’d think over it and stop annoying you. After thinking for a while with Jungkook sitting in front of you with puppy eyes, you came up with one.

“Yes!! I have a specialty!!” You bursted out, and Jungkook’s face lit up with a bright smile. “Ha!! I knew it!! Told ya!!” His face lit up, excitement filled inside to know what it was. “There’s this site called tumblr, and it’s GOLD. I have a lot of mutuals over there and they’re the reason I’m alive right now. I’m pretty famous there.” Your chest widened at the amount of notes you had on your posts. Jungkook's expression seemed to change every word of your answer, before he came up with another question. “N-no, Social media-? I didn't mean that.. Any real talent? More of like, uhh sports? Drawing? I bet you’re good at drawing!! You’re that typical type with glasses and you’d look pretty good with a brush.” You doubted yourself earlier on calling Jungkook a crackhead, but it seems like you have to doubt yourself upon doubting Jungkook being a crackhead or not now. ‘It isn’t what it seems like, kook. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” Jungkook, being back to the moody gen-z he is, rolled his eyes at your comment. “Come on girl!! Don’t be a mom! I know you’ve got this!” He hits you playfully while speaking, at you could have sworn, if he had just applied 🤏🏻 much more force, you would have gone flying ten feet away. “A MOM?!!? EXCUSE ME!?!?” Your tone didn't seem to satisfy him, “Alright, calm down smelly. Since, you’re think good at nothing, we’ll go through a list of things that I’m good at or I know, and then I’m pretty sure we’ll find a good quality from them that you have.” You knew the article you were writing wasn’t going to get anywhere. “One condition.” The man in front of you rolled his eyes once again, “Go on, mom.” You shot a death glare at him and that was all it took; his hands were up in the air, peace written all over his face. “You let me complete my work after we finish this.” Jungkook seemed surprised, “That’s all?” He pauses, “Duh, I’m doing this for you to feel good. I can stop right now if you say.” Being a person who wasn’t contended hurting others feelings, you replied “Alright then, let’s do it.”

He sat on the bed, and you followed him upon it. “Okay, so first question, how fast can you run?” He asks with curiosity. “Hmph, bold of you to think I even get up from my seat.” His eyebrows curl up, and you know that he’s saying something in his head about you, like you’re hindered. “So if you’re saying you don’t get up from your seat, do you only write articles all day?” He questions, “I just told you, you forgetful egg, I’m also on tumblr! And that, I’m telling you, it takes up more than half of my day.” You reminded him, and whenever the thought of tumblr came into your mind, you internally smiled at yourself. ”Jungkook seemed to be in deep thought, and again came up with a question. “Y/N! Yes! You write articles! That’s your speciality!! Your writing’s good!!” Your eyebrows shot up along with Jungkook’s and both of your eyes widened, you’ve come up with something! But the reason you were happy is that this long conversation finished, and you could finally get back to finishing your article. “Yes Jungkook!! That’s the good quality that I have!! So it’s done, we’re finished, and now I’m getting back to my work.” You got up from the bed, and were about to get back to your seat, when Jungkook caught your wrist.

“That’s only one quality Y/n!! I have a lot more things that I’m good at!! It can’t be only one!” You balled your hand into a fist, annoyance filling you up. You tried to calm yourself down instead of exploding right at Jungkook because he’s your friend and you do care about a person’s feelings. You turned, “I know! But I’m so sorry, koo!! I really have a lot of work right now, so mind if we keep this convo for later?” You asked, hoping this would lead to a finished article at the end. You knew this wasn’t getting anywhere, Jungkook would definitely want to continue. “But Y/n,” He placed both your hands in his, “You know you’ve been feeling unmotivated lately, right?” His voice deepened. “It is really important! We need to do this! I understand that your article’s important too, but your mental health should be given more importance. It’s alright if you lose your job, but health-” It’s funny how he makes you think about his duality in every conversation. Sure of the fact that even begging and falling to his feet won’t help in this situation, you intruded his speech. “I understand.” You pressed his hand, “Let’s dive into it!” You were pretty good at fake-smiling and the tone in your voice seemed quite believable, the sarcasm hidden behind. You took your seat on the bed in front of Jungkook. “That’s the Y/N I wanna see!!” You smiled at his innocence, and continued the conversation.

“So, what about any sport that you’re interested in? Maybe something like badminton, football, volleyball, or swimming?” Jungkook’s next question popped up, and it reminded you of the old days. “The last time I swam was when I was ten, because my elder brother accidentally pushed me into the water, and I almost drowned, and like everyone’s parents, even mines were triggered and they pushed me to learn swimming.” Another sarcastic reply made its way through your lips, Jungkook again bewildered by how unattached you are. “And well basketball, I used to like it, but then I almost broke my nose in a match, never found the courage to get back on the ground again. Jungkook was quick to reply, “That’s not called getting triggered, Y/N. They did it because that's gonna help you in some or the other way in future.” Your face went blank at his comment, “Who's being the mom now?” “N-No, I’m not-” Jungkook went red stuttering at every word. "Next thing we’re looking at is… reading! Do you like reading?” He immediately planned to change the topic, your face retaining the blank expression that’s always put on it. Did he just forget that you write articles? Still, boys don’t get these kinds of death glares or eye contacts girls make, so Jungkook stays clueless. His eyebrows furrow up, thoughts muddled up in his mind. After deep thinking for a while, Jungkook strikes. Proudness takes over you, you got yourself a friend who understands girls.

“Nevermind!! We’ll move on?” Your mouth flung open at his reply, a feeling of your hopes shooting to the sky but then immediately bursting out like a firework, sparks falling to the ground. Can someone really expect something from Jeon Jungkook? “I’ve run out of ideas Y/n..” He pouts sadly, and that’s the cue to your happiness. “Okay that’s great! Now I’m getting back to writing my article!” History repeats itself; you get up from the bed to be pulled back down again. Not being someone who can keep their feelings suppressed for a long time, you aim to bawl right at Jungkook, but before anything comes out of your mouth, he interrupts. “Just one more thing Y/n.” The extra amount of innocence spread on Jungkook’s face is something that anyone would give into, and personally you did find him attractive. The way he’s dressed looking all cuddly, you would give into his arms right this second if he asked to. Yes, you did dream about him every night before going to sleep, how fun it would be to have someone like him taking care of you. His duality is out of the question; there’s no one better than him. If it were for him, you’d leave the whole world and give into Jungkook’s arms, but the strings of life keep pulling you back towards them.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize how the time passed by, before you heard a couple snaps in front of your face. “Earth to Y/N???” Jungkook waved his hand in front of you a couple times, bringing you back to reality. Work can be postponed for this angel, just the way you’re punctual. You sat back down and placed your hands above Jungkook’s. He cleared his throat, straightened his back, and began. “Look, people like you, I mean, the ones interested in social media, glasses, look cuddly and cute like penguins,” Jungkook was good, but in some cases you couldn’t guarantee what he would come up with. “I bet you’ve had a boyfriend.” His statement caught you by surprise, your heart racing inside. You didn’t have the courage to reply to him, you are the least interested in opening up. It wasn’t a moment before Jungkook shot back at you, “I’ll tell you what type suits you.” Jungkook’s pretty much of a crackhead, but something urged you not to stop him. You wanted to know which perspective Jungkook looks at you with.

“I think your boyfriend would’ve loved your kisses. I have a feeling you’re a really good kisser, and you would often want cuddles from him. And yes,” He laughs, “You would be a wholesome of cute actions, and there’d be no one else who loved it more than him.” He booped your nose and finished, and not gonna lie, you could drool on him right now. His face was gleaming with compassion, eyes so deep you could drown in them. His lips curved into a tiny smile, the bunny teeth making their appearance. All you wanted to ever do was stay glued to him and keep on listening to those beautiful words that came out of his mouth. His eyes met yours and he leaned you in, a soft expression settling on his face as a stroke of sunlight passed through it. Jungkook continued asking further, “Can I kiss you?” His fingers gently stroked on your cheekbones and his eyes met yours. Faces not centimetres apart, both of your breaths tangled. You locked his lips with yours and gripped onto Jungkook’s neck, your sweet action making him give in. This is what you wanted, and this is what he wanted. You both stayed the same way for a while before separating.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

gon rb and then add the taglist beuase dumblr's mean </3

#kpop fics #jungkook #borthday special

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ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is · 3 years ago

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hello;

i would appreciate your opinion and arguments on my type- I am stuck on whether I am an INFJ or INTJ, and on my enneagram type. I know I am definitely an INJ; I'm not certain of which secondary axis I use. My own understanding of myself as a person has been flawed over the years due to some personal reasons, but I know I tend to be private emotionally, and really struggle to communicate anything remotely intimate using speech, and am better at writing it. I've started to improve on this since going to therapy so it is something that I believe is being remedied, but I tend to clam up and really struggle to articulate if it feels like my feeling bubble is being broached. Obviously if I am guiding the conversation, this happens less, as I feel like I can prevent people from touching on certain subjects. On a day to day basis, my interactions with people I see regularly really fascinate me, I'm keen to understand them and get to know them as people, and usually want to know everything. I try to gauge what questions are okay to ask, I have a tendency to maybe 1/10 times push comfort zones a little, but that is accidental unless I really would like to know something (much rarer for me to actively push against a sensed boundary). My social cues and how I interact with people tend to revolve around them individually, after I start my interactions as a whole with them based on my own ideas of what is normal. I often feel like I'm feeling around in the fog for things like what is ok or not. I never believe I fully understand anyone, at all, especially as we are dynamic, so this truth sometimes also unsettles me, as I like to be able to predict what to expect. It is very rare that I am taken aback by someone's behavior or didn't expect it; I do my best to avoid creating headaches for myself, and sometimes situations like that can be really hard for me to handle emotionally• I don't know if I am a thinker- I feel too illogical and full of holes to really be one, but also too closed off from my own emotional experience at times (over-intellectualizing) and often feel very clueless about other people as well- like I said, "in fog". I know this may seem unimportant and might be, but I am just reiterating that I really don't know which one I may be. • In terms of how I think logically, I was a philosophy minor (in ninth semester of college and last), and caught onto that very quickly, but grew bored and felt like I was not being adequately pushed by myself, so I switched to art, as that is a medium much more suited to conceptual thinking, pushing boundaries, and forcing myself to think both logically in a theoretical way and in a practical way. I understand and enjoy philosophical logic- premises, etc. As well as trouble-shooting for projects, and even in projects if I run into something I had hoped wouldn't happen but has. I like to feel that my efforts result in something useful and tangible. • In contrast to someone I work closely with, I tend to think through things much more beforehand than he does; in contrast he is a lot pickier than I am about how things make sense in his own work, and how they are completed, whereas I usually consider everything on an individual basis, and form the logic around the project- I think he tends towards the opposite the majority of the time. • My ideas on right and wrong tend to be difficult to change, and usually hinge on best possible long term outcome. I have knowingly stirred the pot once professionally, but knew that both the behavior of the individual in question was wrong (truly was, knew on a gut level and couldn't change that belief) and that eradicating it would benefit the department in the long run, which was a secondary motivator to my actions. I did read your FAQ, and tried my best to give good information; though this is hazy for me at best. If it matters, I think I am likely a head type, either 5 or 6, definitely not 7, and struggle to resonate with a heart type aside from 3. I struggle to also identify with a gut type. Thank you in advance for your help.

Hi anon,

I think what makes this difficult to type, and honestly hard to even verify if you use Ni in a high position, is that there's a throughline of pushing boundaries. Typically that's much more associated with high Ti or Fi, and based on what you've said about individualism and morality Fi seems more likely, but neither Ne or Se totally fit either given that you seem to value pragmatism and detail a lot more than an Ni dom would but talk a lot about concepts.

There's also this:

"I often feel like I'm feeling around in the fog for things like what is ok or not. I never believe I fully understand anyone, at all, especially as we are dynamic, so this truth sometimes also unsettles me, as I like to be able to predict what to expect. It is very rare that I am taken aback by someone's behavior or didn't expect it."

Within that one paragraph you both say that you very often don't have a good sense of what's acceptable and don't understand people; and also that you almost always expect people's behavior. That contradiction makes it pretty much impossible to come to conclusions.

My very tentative guess, actually, is that you're an ISFP and there's some external psychological factors you alluded to (note: no details needed, your mental health is your own business) that have made you perhaps less in tune with your Se, since Fi seemed to be more prevalent than any other function. Se-Ni does seem like the right axis, but I don't think Ni is your dominant function.

#mbti #isfp #introverted intuition

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dazaily · 4 years ago

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ushijima’s s/o being harassed

i wanted to write a hc abt one of the miyagi bois, so here it is.

description: in a scenario where you are waiting for ushijima alone, someone comes up to you and starts blatantly flirting with you. how will your boyfriend react?

warnings: implied female reader

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if u were expecting some kind of romantic knight in shining armour shiz, you’ve come to the wrong place.

if you know anything abt this man, you know that he is absolutely clueless.

no offence, but this man is unable to get a clue, how u gonna expect him to realise his s/o getting harassed.

social cues? never heard of her.

but, he is ushijima wakatoshi, the man, the myth, the legend himself, just his presence is enough to protect you from whatever danger.

so here’s the situation.

you were waiting for his volleyball practice outside of the school. for plot conveniences

while waiting, at the corner of your eyes, you see a sketchy person walking around mumbling to himself about something.

you were slightly bewildered by the person, as shiratorizawa is known to be a prestigious school, to see a person with such a disheveled appearance was quite unusual. foreshadowing

you chose to ignore the presence, but he started walking towards you. for more plot conveniences.

as the person made his way towards, you started to hear his soft mumbles.

“i finally got into this prestigious school, and not one girl, not oNE!? how is that possible, since this is a rich school, there must be a bunch of rich kids, so...”

as you heard the content of his mumbles, you began to feel scared

you took out your phone to pretending you were busy.

seeing the time, you realised ur bf’s volleyball practice has ended which immediately puts you in a giddy mood

forgetting about the sketchy man, you put down your phone as you made eye-contact with the aforementioned man, who is now standing directly in front of you.

the man smirks as he notices ur body tensing up from nervousness.

“what’s wrong pretty lady, why so nervous, I'm not here to hurt you,”

que awkward laughter. haha.

“now, what’s a young and pretty girl like you doing here, I'm sure someone like you has better places to be right now, like with me.”

“haha, im actually waiting for someone right now, so im not exactly free.”

“well can’t be helped, instead would you give me your phone number, i would like to be friends with a pretty girl like you”

as a person who is unable to say no, you began to break into cold sweat.

your brain was going 100km/h, thinking of excuses, ways to avoid giving him your phone number without sounding rude.

“should i just run... no, he would catch up in 3 steps,,,”

kjbewjbcioe your mind was overheating.

you set a reminder for yourself to get some advice from akaashi on fast decision making next time you see him, seeing how he is able to deal with bokuto’s emo mode so swiftly.

deciding there was no possible way you could run from the situation, you decided to give in to the man’s request. there were many ways you could’ve avoided it but plot convenience.

just as you were about to give him your phone number, you heard a squeak from the man in front of you, as you felt a dark shadow looming over you. tokoyami, ure in the wrong anime.

“excus--”

the person behind you gets cut off by the sketchy man running away at mach speed, screeching bloody murder.

u turned around to see your saviour, only to be met w/ your bf’s confused face.

you immediately engulfed him in the biggest bear hug, despite having a much smaller stature in comparison to the ushiwaka.

your bf just stands in confusion, returning the hug ofc.

“who was that man you were talking to a few moments ago?”

ur bf inquires, genuinely confused at the situation in his hands.

from his perspective, he just finished practiced, and on the way to the dorms he sees his gf talking to an older male. as he went up to the pair, he was only met with a screech of bloody murder.

“hAHA!! my dear wakatoshi, still as nonchalant and ignorant as always.”

you heard your bf's self proclaimed best friend‘s voice from the background

“wdym tendou, i was just trying to be polite to the person y/n was talking to, yet i was returned with a screech.”

to most people, it would seem like ushijima is as calm and nonchalant as ever, but you were able to see the microscopic pout on his face.

giggles internally

you then came to the realisation that ur bf was genuinely upset by the rudeness he was met with.

you continued to stay in your position hugging him, only squeezing tighter, in hopes of making him feel better.

“it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you’re here now. ^^ let’s go get some food for dinner.”

“alright, let’s go, tendou you coming?”

*insert tendou’s shocked face*

“the wakatoshi is inviting a peasent like mE to join him and his giRLfRieND. this is a life goal i never thought i’d achieve, as much as i would like to join you guys as the third wheel like always, i need to call my parents about this achievement, so adieu.”

nice work tendou.

as tendou’s voice fades into the background, you and ur bf starts making your way towards the cafeteria.

...

"y/n, what's the meaning of a third wheel?”

i mean what were you expecting from the wakatoshi.

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a/n: originally, i was writing a hc for a karasuno character, since they're the main characters and i haven’t wrote anything abt them. but that hc turned out to be a short fic, so it’s gonna take awhile for me to complete and publish it. so take this ushiwaka hc instead.

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lilflowerpot · 4 years ago

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Do you have any theories/headcanons behind why Keith is so oblivious? Like, is it because he's hard-wired for Galra communication but spent all his formative years with Humans, so they kinda cancelled each other out and now he's just clueless? Or because through so much of his childhood he was made to believe that he wasn't worth the effort, and he's internalized that to the point where the idea of someone liking him is hard for him to get his head around? Or is he just ... like that?

I feel like I’ve spoken about this before but it might’ve just been in bits and pieces, here and there, so ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It’s pretty much exactly as you said: Keith is instinctively very Galra and both demonstrates / responds to a lot of Galra social cues on a subconscious level (which is why he’s able to read Lotor’s intentions with far greater ease than the rest of team Voltron), but this means that when it comes to human social cues, he just doesn’t pick up on them. I’ve previously spoken about some of the discrepancies between Galra vs Human body language - specifically the fact that to a human eye crossing one’s arms and turning your head when in an argument would read as rude and dismissive, whereas for the Galra this is a submissive gesture intended to de-escalate conflict by making oneself smaller and less threatening - so for Keith it’s little mannerisms like this that have caused him interpersonal problems in the past; then there’s the fact that Galra kits bond by playfighting, but the kind of rough and tumble they can endure is like nothing a human child would ever be exposed to, so Keith used to be punished for even attempting to bond with his peers when he was younger, because he’d always get it wrong somehow.

All of this lead to him spending a great deal of time alone even before his dad died (and impossibly more so afterwards), and if you’ve seen my post on Galra attitudes towards their young then you’ll know that the Galra do astoundingly poorly in social isolation due to being an aggressively social species (even more so than humans). So poor Keith really has had a rough time of it.

I wouldn’t say he’s “completely clueless” though? Keith’s smart: he understands Galra body language well enough (as seen in his interactions with both Lotor & Kolivan) but his failing there comes from the fact that he may not understand the subtext due to having been raised so entirely separate from the Empire. With humans, it’s the opposite problem: he learnt what was/wasn’t acceptable behaviour over an extensive period of trial and error throughout his childhood, but struggles to read unspoken social cues. There’s also that element of having been conditioned into believing himself to be a “problem child” who is inherently bad or flawed or wrong somehow, in a way he’s never known how to fix, which is why Shiro so quickly became such an important figure in his life as the first person since his dad to even try to understand him.

With regard to Lotor’s flirtations specifically, Keith isn’t quite so ignorant as you might believe, and when fixing up Kra he even flirts back a little.

To Lotor’s absolute horror, the green Paladin’s army of vermin seem to have taken a liking to him, the blue one going so far as to nuzzle against his palm when, during dinner, he tries to keep it at a distance; it forces him to instantly recoil with a whine that, in Imperial company, would have seen him ostracised for cowardice. Here, miraculously, it earns him reward rather than punishment, because the red Paladin is laughing without spite, plucking the fygllari from the air and tossing it towards Hunk. When he looks back to Lotor, there’s no trace of displeasure, only a soft darkness beneath his lashes and a purr in his throat as his leans towards the Prince and asks: “better, your Majesty?” Oh. The ways he would wreck this boy. “Careful Rhyahl,” he murmurs instead, because Kra has perked up at the familiarity of that possessive want as an emotion she can comprehend, “I may be fond of you, but even that has its limitations.”

- Little Blade, chapter 11

He knows Lotor is fond of him, in some capacity, but to what extent and why is something he’s not even close to puzzling out. When I say that Keith is an oblivious little bean, what I mean is that he’s so used to rejection that the concept of someone like Lotor (intelligent, handsome, powerful) wanting someone like him is.... at best, unfathomable, and at worst, laughable. No, far more likely is that Lotor is just a flirtatious bastard that enjoys teasing Keith as a way to aggravate the rest of the team (which, in fairness, is not not true).

#it's not Keith's fault that Lotor's a tricky bitch to wrap one's head around #Ao3 Little Blade #sa screams back #galra history & culture #keitor #keith kogane

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baixueagain · 5 years ago

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ok venty reflective blog entry time bc I find it helps me get shit off my chest & calm my anxiety.

tl;dr I had a shitty teen friendship that to this day has left me with enduring trauma symptoms lol

at least once a year I find myself reflecting back on one of my closest teenage friendships. towards the beginning it was (at the time) probably the deepest platonic bond I had ever shared with anyone, but over the years things soured until finally it became well and truly toxic and finally ended disastrously. we tried on two occasions to make amends as adults, only for it to crash and burn again because of the baggage.

now toxicity in this case went both ways and I know that I had ownership in what happened. my RSD ass for one was clingy and needy, which was only exacerbated by a very long episode of major clinical depression that started when I was around 16. I could also, like many teen girls, be a real catty little shit at times. I had a hard time with social cues because of my neurodivergence, but I will note that I have always tried extremely hard to listen and respect others when they tell me that I’m doing/saying something which annoys them, hurts them, or otherwise bothers them. thing is, though, you kind of have to tell me if something bothers you, or else I might completely miss out on or misinterpret your reactions. it’s not so much a lack of empathy as just the signals get completely crossed. people send off so many signals that I sometimes can’t sort them out.

as a result I have made a lifelong habit of conscientiously trying to communicate that I am open to hearing feedback and trying to resolve interpersonal problems. I did it back then, too, because this was far from the first time I’d had trouble reading social and emotional signals, or getting them confused.

anyway, that said, what sticks with me about this particular friendship is that as things progressed this friend, let’s call her A, began to treat me not only like a burden, but like a monster, sometimes reacting to me with both fear and hatred. that was the confusing part. she did it in front of others, making it clear how she saw me, and that was the humiliating part. she also had long talks about her problems with me with other people (who were already openly mistreating me due to my neurodivergence), but she rarely ever told me that she had problems with me, even though I pretty much begged her on multiple occasions to tell me what I was doing wrong. that was the painful part.

ever since then I have had the occasional bout of extreme guilt, shame, self-hatred, and anxiety as I wonder if maybe she was right to treat me like that. maybe I was a monster. maybe I had been horribly abusing her and never realised it. maybe my attempts to reason with myself about all this are just the typical excuses abusers make for their behaviour. maybe i’m a monster, or else why would A have treated me like a monster? why else would so many of the other people in our mutual social circle have treated me like a monster? fuck, am I the baddie?

hell, throughout those years, when my other friends and family tried to convince me that A was treating me unfairly, I consistently defended her to them. I told them that they didn’t know A like I did. I told them that I must be doing something wrong. I must deserve the way she was treating me. sometimes, like today, I still find myself in that spiral of anxiety and self-blame.

on days like today, I have to consistently remind myself of the things A did do, making a goddamn list in order to silence the screaming in my brain telling me that I am the sole fuckup:

she downplayed things, dismissed them, and even shamed me when I told her on multiple occasions that some powerful people in our social circle were openly mistreating me and a few other (obviously ND) kids

she confided in these same people about our friendship and took their advice on how to treat me

she basically used me as her free therapist for years, and because I didn’t know better I let her. she meanwhile refused to see a real therapist for some of the very real issues that she had, even though I literally begged her (in tears) to please go to a professional about these things because I couldn’t handle them on my own.

she lied to me. a lot.

she used me to lie for her to others, including to her own parents. I let her, because I thought that’s what loyal friends do.

she frequently treated me like an annoying child in public because of my hyperfixations and other coping mechanisms

she frequently treated me as if symptoms of my illnesses - including literal internal bleeding - were just me trying to manipulate her for attention

years later, A basically admitted to seeing me as a freak who is unable to socialise with “normal” people. she acted as if I were being unreasonable and overreacting when this made me angry.

as I would learn even more years later, she would frequently assign malicious intent to my awkward or unusual (but otherwise innocent) social behaviours. this, it turns out, is why she’d sometimes randomly start treating me with fear, revulsion, or anger, with me being completely clueless as to why. (note: I have other close friendships that started around the same time as my friendship with A and which have endured to this day, and none of those people have ever had very much trouble with talking to me about behaviours that inadvertently upset or bother them)

she continued to do this during both our attempts to make amends. when I finally realised what had been happening and told her how it made me feel during the second attempt, she cut off all communication completely. by this point it had been nearly a full decade of this behaviour from her.

but of course, even when I sit down and write all these things out, the little whisper in my brain still tries to convince me that she could probably make an even longer list for me so I must be the monster she thought I was, right?

then again, while writing, I’ve come to something of a realisation: if a friendship from my teen years has left me with symptoms of emotional trauma that have lasted into my fucking thirties, then maybe I’m not the asshole in all this. maybe my crippled-ass brain is telling me I’m a monster because, during a very important developmental stage of its maturity, someone I loved and trusted repeatedly treated me like I was a monster.

I mean, only like 2-3 years ago, I suddenly had a memory surface of A’s dad yelling at me in public, in front of dozens of people, and then leaving me to have a meltdown/panic attack in front of those same people - all because I tried to ask her why she was (yet again) treating me strangely. I don’t remember what he was yelling about, or why. I can only suppose that she had told him that I’d done something heinous. that, or he just saw that his precious little girl was treating the local freak like a scary monster and decided that it must be for a good reason, because that freak’s a freak.

this occurred a full decade before I actually remembered it for the first time. I even called up my parents to confirm whether it actually happened, or if I was imagining things. it had.

so yeah. I’ve always known that all that business fucked me up. I guess it just fucked me up even more seriously than I’d ever expected.

#long post #personal venting don't mind me #abuse mention #i guess #not sure how else to tag for it

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trashyocstash · 5 years ago

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the personalities of my undead ocs so far

i added some new stuff to their personalities while doing this too.

leila

an optimist with a bright and upbeat personality, leila is cheerful, kind, friendly and social. she looks forward to every new day, and loves to make people laugh and smile. leila also posses a dark sense of humor and can sometimes come off as insensitive, but never means to and will quickly apologize for it. she feels she always has to be cheery, so everyone around her will be too, she only doesn't feel the need to be this way around edgar.

before meeting her friends, leila felt very lonesome, her only company being her pet cat spooks. she had a desire to see her family again, but as she was dead, there was no way she could do so. leila doesn't like to be alone, and prefers the company of others, being an extrovert. but again, leila is an optimist, and so she always tries to find the good in any situation, even if she doesn't like it.

leila has always been morbid, but also strangely squeamish too. as mentioned, she has a dark sense of humor. she's also cheerful about her morbidness and very casual about it.

she has an idealistic personality and sees the best in others. to her, nobody is completely a bad person. as a result, leila can be very easily trusting of others, which can be dangerous for her, but she seems completely oblivious to this. leila treats everyone well, and ignores any rudeness directed towards her.

edgar

a hard-worker, edgar doesn't like to take breaks, and it can take some convincing for him to do so. he's the type that never gives up, and is filled with perseverance. brave, tough and confident, it takes a lot to knock him down. but he will blame himself if things go wrong and curse himself for not doing better, such as that he blames his death on himself.

edgar can be very stubborn at times, and once he's set his mind on something, he will stop at nothing to achieve it. he's very outspoken, strong willed and assertive.

but through it all, he is kind and has a good heart. edgar has no problem lending a helping hand, and uses his abilities as an electrician to help others. even with his difficulties with modern technology, he's learning more about it to better help others, and can operate them himself.

he can be very serious at times, but also sarcastic and witty. edgar enjoys joking around and can be competitive as well. but despite that he can be serious, he's very casual about competition and doesn't take that stuff seriously. related to his occasional seriousness though, edgar is a realist rather than an optimist or pessimist. he'll look at a situation and think about what the most realistic possiblity is.

as he was doing child labour growing up, it is something that affects him deeply and takes the suffering faced by children very seriously. knowing what he faced and more things like child marriage and child soldiers disgusts him, even more than the average person and he always wishes there was something he could do about it. edgar likes to spend time with children that reside in the realm of the dead and play and joke around with them.

cassandra

a prankster with an impish and fun-loving personality, cassandra notably enjoys messing with the living, using her ghostly abilities to pull pranks. she also enjoys to poke fun at people, but never seriously, and always playful. if someone is very sensitive, she won't do it at all. she loves joking around and shares edgar's witty sense of humor and sarcasm.

cassandra is also very laid-back and casual. she doesn't tend to take things seriously, and this can be a problem. but, she is able to recognize if something is serious enough and will then take it seriously. she can a very "go with the flow" kind of attitude sometimes.

in addition, cassandra is kind and friendly, even if it might not be immediately apparent. she cares about her friends and will fiercely defend them. if you need her, she'll be there and will beat him anyone whose mean to you.

however, upon first meeting her, she comes off as very angry, short-tempered and moody. she'll snap easily and has difficulty trusting people. as a result of being murdered by people she had saw as her friends, making new friends is hard for her. she has trust issues, and to avoid getting hurt, cassandra puts up a tough, fierce and angry front.

though, if you are able to gain her trust, her true personality is revealed, which is everything above the previous paragraph. with people she's just met, she's bitter and angry, but with those she's close with, she's funny, laid-back and friendly. her current friends are helping her work on her trust issues and opening up to others.

raine

she's basically the "nerd" of the group, but that's a not bad thing at all. raine has a studious personality, she loves to learn and enjoys visiting the library in the realm of the dead to read and learn new things. raine can read for hours without issue and become oblivious, and owns many books. she's very curious and if she's interested in something, she'll go and learn as much as she can about it. she can ramble on topics she's interested in as well.

raine has an eye for fashion and is very artistic and creative. this is shown in her love of designing fashions and then making them. she loves to buy clothes, but many of her clothes are handmade as well. she also is very generous, shown in that she'll make clothes for her friends. raine is good at analyzing fashion tastes, and this helps her with designing clothes for others. raine can act like a perfectionist when it comes to that as well, wanting to make the clothes perfect for her friends. her generosity also shows in that she'll gives books she finds in the library to her friends that she thinks they'll like.

she's also very shy and quiet. it can be hard for her to speak her mind, but she will try and is encouraged by her friends. raine mostly kept to herself before meeting her friends out of her shyness, but left very lonely. but now that she has her friends and her boyfriend, raine is much happier and is working on overcoming her shyness.

raine is friendly and kind, and will always lend a helping hand to those in need. she's happy to teach others new things, and is very bright, cheerful and calm. her imaginative, intelligent and sweet personality shines as bright as she does.

but she's timid and easily afraid. she doesn't like scary things and will get nervous easily as well. her anxiousness can easily be seen as well.

grant

a perfectionist and a germaphobe, he's obsessed with cleanliness due to dying of pneumonia. this also explains why he's always wearing a doctor's mask. grant knows his dead, and he can't get sick anymore as a result, but he's still very cautious and paranoid about germs and disease regardless, he just can't help himself. if he sees messes, he feels the urge to clean it and most likely will do so. he likes to keep things neat, orderly and tidy. he's very focused, calm and organized.

as he had a very sheltered upbringing and rarely got out, grant is very socially awkward. he doesn't understand social norms/social cues and can be very clueless when it comes to socializing and communicating with people. as a result, he can come off as insensitive at times, but he doesn't mean to. he can also take things too literally or too seriously. grant genuinely just wants to understand how to socialize properly, but he's getting there as best he can. because of all this, grant can be very shy, and overall quiet and awkward regarding his romantic love for xavier, who he's glad is so patient and understanding with him.

grant can become easily tense and anxious, which is what happens if he feels he did something wrong or that he messed up. he seeks validation from others, as he is scared of doing the wrong thing. he wants to know that he didn't mess up, that it's okay and he's fine.

in addition, grant prefers to do things he's comfortable with, things he's used to, things he deems safe. trying new things can be hard for him.

related to his sheltered upbringing and rarely getting out, grant is very curious and interested in learning and seeing new things. he was in awe of xavier and admired him to begin with because of his stunts and the things he did. grant had never seen that stuff before and wanted to know and see more. his kindness and caring personality can come out from this. he's in awe of xavier, but also worries easily for him and others. through xavier, grant also found he loves to have fun too.

xavier

he's the fun-loving and adventurous type. xavier never turns down a challenge and is an adrenaline junkie, he loves to do wild and crazy things and purposefully puts himself in harm's way(or not, because he's y'know, dead). xavier is a daredevil, and loves to show off. as a result, he has a bit of an ego to him. he's reckless, bold and daring. life, death and the afterlife are an adventure for him and he wants to make the most of them.

related to his ego, xavier is cocky and overconfident. when he's faced with a challenging task, he believes he can overcome it no matter what, and doesn't like to admit defeat. xavier is competitive as well, and very brave and confident.

xavier is hyperactive and loud. he has no filter, he says whatever he wants, whenever he wants, which can a problem for him. he's extroverted, energetic, lively and friendly. he's a free spirit and does whatever he wants too. xavier can also get easily distracted and lose focus quickly.

he puts on this front that he doesn't care about his past, that he died or anything like that, that he just focuses on the here and now. but in truth, he does care and misses his family greatly. grant is the only one aware of this side of him.

servius

very tough and aggressive, servius is headstrong and confident. he rushes into fights without a second thought, and is brave, but reckless. he can blow up easily and hates losing.

he puts on a big, strong tough guy front, but has a sweet and soft side to him. he cares deeply about raine and is very sweet and gentle with her. servius will protect her all costs, and keeps her safe.

despite it all, servius enjoys to draw and paint, using art therapy to control his aggression and temper, a suggestion from raine. he's not ashamed of his hobbies and enjoys them greatly. servius has a goal of one day being able to draw a portrait of raine.

servius is also stuck in the past, and notably retains a belief in the roman gods.

#leila #edgar #cassandra #raine #grant #xavier #servius

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 6 years ago

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Pretty please, would you ship me with the band and the cast? I'm a hetero girl who is a PhD student in Media Discourse. I don't don't like my looks at all and struggle with self-esteem problems. I'm always friendly and kind to people. I hate talking about myself and being the centre of attention. Absolutely clueless in romance and all intimate things, I'm pretty oblivious when it comes to this. Perfectionist. Quiet. I love making jokes and sarcastic comments, books, movies, TV series, walks ^^

HELLOOOOO

hi u sound like a precious BEAN of a human i would genuinely love u if i knew you in person i attach so hard to ppl like you it is 100% my cancer tendencies ALSO HELLO FELLO MEDIA MAJOR I’M AN INTERACTIVE DIGITAL MEDIA: NEW MEDIA MAJOR but not a phd i am a dumb

anyways THE SHIPS R BELOW THE CUT

For the band, I ship you with John Deacon!

You are genuinely made for John, and he is made for you, for obvious reasons.

The biggest reason is your proclivity towards sarcastic comments.

You had actually been Brian’s friend before you met Deacon, and Brian introduced you to the him after a show one night early on in the 70′s. You already knew the other boys because they hung around Brian’s so much, but Deacon tended to keep to himself and had his own small friend circle apart from them, so he was never around when you were.

Boy, did he regret that once he met you.

Deacon was very shy at first, as were you, but what caught his eye was the effortless way you managed to roast Roger without disrupting your quiet demeanor in any way.

“And then I said to her, ‘you ever seen the ceiling of the back of my car? would you like to?’“ Roger had said, earning a quiet scoff and eye roll from you that almost went unnoticed, save for Brian’s eagle eye. Brian loved to piss Roger off, and nothing would make him angrier than a girl who was unimpressed by his tactics.

“Not a fan, eh?” Brian asked, elbowing you as John watched you curiously, sipping his drink while you cleared your throat, glancing at Roger almost disdainfully, but not in a mean-spirited way.

“No disrespect, but I’ve heard better pick-up lines from a fortune cookie, Rog,” you remarked plainly, taking a drink of your beer as Roger’s face quickly soured, John almost choking on his drink and holding a hand over his mouth as you looked over at him with a smile and a kind gaze. “You alright?”

“Yeah, m’fine,” Deacon spoke from behind his hand, grabbing a napkin to wipe himself off as Roger scowled, still glaring at you.

“What? You think my one-liners are bad? I personally don’t.”

“Don’t you hate it when people answer their own questions? I do.... Oh wait,” you teased, making Roger roll his eyes before he steered the conversation in another direction, Deacon snickering at the purposeful irony in your comment and gaining another wide smile from you before you happily returned to your quiet observing.

After that, Deacon was suddenly finding time to come around Brian’s, and he only ever stuck around when you were there. Although he claimed it wasn’t because of you, Brian was all too aware of Deacon’s partiality towards you, so he took it upon himself to set you up on a blind date with each other, just for shits and giggles.

Much to Brian’s enjoyment, you both hit it off on the blind date when you got the chance to banter by yourselves, and though John’s more affectionate tendencies confused you at first, you grew to love each and every one of his romantic gestures.

He always knew just how to structure them so you wouldn’t feel too put on the spot, and he never drew attention to them - after all, they were for you to enjoy, not the public, so he never made a big deal out of being showy.

When you were still just casually dating before he’d asked you to be his girlfriend, you’d come to your apartment one night after a particularly long shift at work.

John had come in during that shift to see you, and you were sad to see him go. His smile had the power to make your day loads better, and when he had to leave, you were pretty bummed.

So, it was a big surprise when you walked into your apartment to see Brian and Deacon in the kitchen, making what smelled like a heavenly pot of spaghetti. Dropping your bag on the hallway floor, you stared at them in partial confusion and partial amazement as you walked in, Brian turning around and jumping a bit before smiling and wiping his hands on a towel.

“That’s my cue to leave,” he mumbled, passing by and giving you a quick, friendly kiss on the head before he was out the door, leaving you alone with a very smiley Deacon.

“What’s all this?” you asked, genuinely baffled at what laid before you. Your table was cleared off - it had stacks upon stacks of books that you’d read tons of times, but never tired of. There were two sets of plates and silverware set out, and you watched as Deacon brought the spaghetti over to the table, sitting it on an oven pad before doing the same with a plate of garlic bread.

“Saw you weren’t having a good day at work,” he replied, “Figured I’d come cheer you up, but had to recruit a little help.”

“Gosh, did I really look that rough at work? I mean, I know I usually look pretty rough, but I must have been horrifying for you to do all this,” you laughed, rubbing the back of your neck as you ducked your head a bit.

Deacon pursed his lips at your small self-deprecating comment, then shook his head as he wiped his hands on the towel as well.

“You always look beautiful, sweetheart.” His voice was quiet, but sure, and you found yourself blushing as you sat down at the table across from where he was standing, avoiding his gaze. “Hey, I mean it,” he almost whined, sitting down across from you and waving his hand to draw your attention back to his face. “You’re adorable, and you should know that.”

He asked you to be his girlfriend later that night, and spent the rest of the time showering you in compliments to make sure you knew you were gorgeous and perfect in every way to him.

What a little romantic.

Annnnnnd for borhap.... I ship you with Rami Malek!

GOD his energy confuses/scares me so much ANYWAYS

Rami was always your favorite of the friends in the BoRhap group - he wasn’t snobby (here’s looking at you, first impressions Gwilym), he wasn’t too goofy (@ Joe sorry buddy), and he wasn’t absolutely intimidating (Ben looks like he lives, eats, and breathes gym). Allen, Lucy, and Aaron were closer to the others than they were to you, but then there was Rami. He was just Rami, a slightly awkward, mildly anxious guy who loved to be around his friends, but also valued privacy.

This value of privacy is what initially attracted you to him, oddly enough. Joe, Gwilym, Allen, and Ben were all having a heyday with their social medias, posting dorky pictures of each other and screwing around while you hung back, not wanting to be involved or in any of the pictures.

“You too, huh?” Rami asked, coming to stand next to you as you watched them goof around with each other. You looked over to Rami, shrugging and smiling.

“Not really my thing, honestly.” He nodded and gave you a reassuring smile, looking slightly nervous as he glanced over to the crew as well.

“I’m right there with you. I think my Instagram has maybe 2 posts on it... or is it 3?” he wondered aloud, his thoughtful face making you giggle and shake your head as you hugged yourself. “Want to go take a stroll around the studio instead?”

Looking up at him, you considered for a moment before nodding. “That sounds lovely.”

And from there, you two clearly became each other’s favorites. As much as the rest of the cast would have liked to insert themselves into your friendship to make fun posts about it online, you and Rami always found a way to keep your kinship (and eventual relationship) under wraps. It wasn’t necessarily that you hated social media, it was that you preferred to stay out of the spotlight as much as possible.

Even though Rami was the star, he also preferred the same thing. He didn’t want to steal the limelight when he didn’t feel that he deserved it.

The first stroll you’d taken with him? That turned into a regular occurrence.

Whenever you two had the chance, you were taking a walk together, even if you had no particular place in mind to end it. One time, he took you on a walk that he claimed was completely random, but as you got closer to one of your favorite bookstores in London, you started to smell the hint of a planned location by him.

“I knew I shouldn’t have believed you,” you giggled as you entered the bookstore, Rami holding open the door for you.

“Hey, I may not be a king of nice gestures, but I tried for you,” he complained playfully, bumping your hip with his before he nodded over to the corner, where there was a small coffee bar run by a single barista you’d come to know by name.

“Hello there, lovebirds,” the barista greeted as you came up, making you blush and Rami rub his jaw in slightly embarrassment. “I’m just joking with you, haven’t seen you two in a while. The usual?”

“Well, you know, filming. And yes, please,” Rami had replied, stepping to move out of someone’s way as they came in the door behind you. His hand came to rest on your mid-back, but it stayed there when the door swung shut.

You didn’t mind, though. Simple little things like that were preferred by you anyways, seeing as you weren’t a big fan of showiness or grand romantic gestures. Things like a hand on the back, or holding hands was perfectly okay for you - they were easier to understand, and easier to pull off without ending up a blushing mess.

Which, speaking of, you were still currently a blushing mess from the barista calling you two lovebirds. Rami noticed, raising an eyebrow at you gently before smiling and pressing his thumb into your back slightly, just to get your attention.

“What’s the matter? Don’t want to be here right now? We can go if you want.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you laughed softly, pressing your hands to your cheeks and sighing before laughing again. “Just getting used to the dating thing. God, I feel like I look like a tomato right now.”

“It’s cute,” Rami remarked simply, grabbing both of your drinks before heading over to one of the tables near the back, where you could sit in private and just relax.

“Me being red as a fire truck is not cute, Rami.” He laughed at that, shaking his head and taking a drink of his coffee as he sat back on the chair that he’d scooted over so he could be next to you.

“Everything about you is cute, don’t lie to me.” You turned even redder, if that was possible at all, and Rami laughed softly as he wrapped his arm around you, squeezing your shoulder before kissing your head. “I’m being honest, really! You’re a cutie, don’t ever forget that.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you laughed nervously, subconsciously leaning into his touch as you sipped at your drink. “Joe lets the entire Instagram universe know that on the daily.”

“If Joe brings you in here and the barista also calls you two lovebirds... I’m fighting him hand-to-hand. And that’s a fact.”

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