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kikiswriting7 · 4 months ago

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Take a Chance ✵ JJK ✵ MYG - 4

✵ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✵Summary: Y/N just move across the world to start her University. She is paired with a roommate who is complete social butterfly and makes a bet, Y/N needs to take more chances. And at the hint of her new found friend, her social and romantic life take a dramatic turn.

✵Tags/Warnings: Smut, College AU, red flag, sexual tension. angst, dirty talking, drinking, friends with benefits, full of cliches, friends to lover, temptation

✵Notes: Hello! Sorry it took a bit longer than imagined! I am also writing my bachelor thesis together with this and its a whole lot of words hahahah Anyway hope you enjoy it and if you want to be added to the tag list please sign up on this link! (You must be over 18 ;) )

lots of love, Kiki

CHAPTER 3 - ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL

Jin is screaming at the TV as we play the video game he so desperately begged to play. "Seriously!? How can you be this good?! It's not fair! You said you never played it before!" He quickly restarts the game from the point where I finished, and he didn’t. I shrug it off, smirking. We've been playing every other day together, either through calls or him coming over. Normally, we play some co-op game where we can team up against what we swear are young boys, who we are sure are screaming behind every elimination point we get. But today, he wanted to try this new Mario game where we need to complete the courses against each other.

“What can I do if you keep falling over?” I say with a straight face and a side-eye when he restarts the same level we have been trying to finish for the past two and a half hours.

Jimin, sprawled on the couch next to us and entertained by his phone, just laughs off the misery of his friend, earning him a fast shush.

“Ahhh, shiiiiish,” he says, taking a deep breath before pressing play again. “You know, I think we finally found someone who's good at winning. I bet she’s better than JK….” Jimin says to no one in particular. But the one he was talking about, equally sprawled in a corner, is quick to glance his friend’s way.

“I would bet my chips on you, Dice,” Jimin says, poking my leg with the tip of his foot. The nickname, unfortunately, stuck. Not because I liked it, but because they thought it was hilarious—such a random word for a nickname. Gabi proved her point for the nickname not too many nights ago when we were at a bar and I refused to do more shots with her.

The nudge delivered by Jimin was enough to lose my timing and jump wrong, letting Jin follow on with the course.

“HA!” He jumps over the seat. “Who’s the best now?!” He is excitedly playing the game standing up now, getting the attention of the two other boys in the room.

“Clearly not her…” JK mumbles under his breath. I give him a bad look, sitting back on the couch. Not too many jumps later, Jin’s character follows suit, descending to the bottom of the screen with a sad losing music. Jimin laughs again at the situation and goes back to being on his phone.

They have been over almost every day for the last five weeks. Eli is also one that doesn’t miss an opportunity to be over. However, since Yoongi introduced Mina, he’s been a bit more distant. If he doesn’t say he’s busy trying to finish a project for whatever class he has, he vanishes, to the point that not even the others know where he went. Whenever we do get to talk, often just small talk when the others are choosing the movie, he seems to always go back to the subject of this girl in school that he thinks is adorable. Every time he mentions her, he manages to describe her loosely enough that I (Jimin, Gabi, and I) think that the only person he could be describing is me. Mina was ruled out as a suspect as she doesn’t go to the same school and doesn’t exactly fit the characteristics he keeps mentioning.

“Man, you need to jump literally two seconds earlier,” JK gets up, steals the controller from Jin, and drops in the middle of the two of us, breaking the zoning out that I was entering.

Before he presses start, he leans closer. “Sorry, but this one you're not gonna get lucky, Dice.” And turns back to face the TV.

The countdown starts, and we both get ready to try and not lose first. Even Jimin, who clearly doesn’t give a single care, sneakily puts his phone down to watch what is about to unfold.

The game starts, and we both are flawlessly jumping the boxes, each step closer to the point Jin and I couldn’t pass. Knowing the circuit better, I know when to run faster, so I end up in front of JK, who is now reaching closer and closer to the edge of the seat. Everyone is holding their breath as we both successfully pass the point where we were stuck, and we can clearly see the end of the course and the last jumps we need to make when the door slams open with an out-of-breath Gabi, breaking our concentration long enough that we cannot complete the almost-done course.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “What is it now?” he asks.

“Oh man! I have piping hot freaking tea,” she slams the door shut. “I just saw Yoongi!”

“Are you for real?” Jungkook jumps up and points to the TV. “We almost won!”

“If you let me finish, you would have the same reaction as me,” Gabi says, flicking him off. She locks eyes with me before she continues, “I saw Yoongi. With Eli. As in, them together, quite close, together.”

Jimin is now the one sitting up. “What the fuck? Are you serious?” And Gabi just nods, confirming it.

“Forget it. This is so stupid. And so what if they were together?” Jungkook sits back down next to me but receives a side-eye from all of us, without reply.

“Anyway… thought you should know that,” she looks at me and at Jimin. Us three have developed almost psychic abilities at this point. We all know now that she means that the mystery girl might, in fact, not be me, but Eli.

Jimin sits back, rubbing his temples, processing the revelation. The room falls into a heavy silence, the excitement from the game now a distant memory. Jin, sensing the tension, puts down the controller and turns to Gabi.

“Wait, are you sure it was Eli? Maybe it was someone who looked like her?”

Gabi shakes her head, her expression serious but still with wide eyes. “Oh, I’m positive. They were really close, drinking that coffee.”

I glance at Jimin, who looks back at me with an expression that mirrors my confusion and concern. Eli and Yoongi? The idea of it doesn’t sit right, but Gabi's encounter seems hard to refute.

“Maybe they’re just friends?” I suggest, trying to diffuse the situation, though I know it sounds weak.

Jin, always the peacemaker, tries to lighten the mood. “Yeah, maybe it’s just a misunderstanding. You know how Yoongi is, always friendly with everyone.”

But the seed of doubt has been planted. I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. Over the past few weeks, I’ve found myself growing more and more interested in Yoongi. His charm and the way he could always make me laugh—it was hard not to develop feelings. But now, knowing about him with Eli, of all people, it feels like a punch to the gut.

Jungkook, still beside me, is watching me closely. He’s become good at reading my emotions, even when I try to hide them. He shifts a little closer, his shoulder brushing mine, offering silent support.

Jimin, ever the skeptic, isn’t convinced. “Gabi, you sure you’re not jumping to conclusions? Yoongi’s always been a bit of a player, but this seems... different. I mean, I’m pretty sure that both of them know that you like Yoongi…”

Gabi crosses her arms, standing her ground. “I know what I saw. They were way too close to just be friends.”

The room falls silent again, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I can feel Jungkook’s eyes on me, and I know he’s worried. I can sense he wants to say something, but he holds back.

Finally, Jin sighs. “Look, sitting here speculating isn’t going to help. Plus, Jimin I might add that hes our friend for ages, so maybe lets not jump the gun here.” He says giving him a small side eye “Why don’t we do something to get our minds off this?” He suggests

Gabi nods enthusiastically. “There’s a party at this club in the city centre. We should go. It’ll be a good distraction.”

Jimin looks at me raising an eyebrow and smirking, waiting for my reaction. I take a deep breath, trying to push away the hurt. “Yeah, let’s go. Maybe a party is exactly what we need.”

As we start getting ready, the mood in the room shifts slightly. The anticipation of the party brings a sense of normalcy back, even if just temporarily. Jin and Jimin are quick to joke around, trying to lift everyone’s spirits. And starting the pre drinking that we normally do before going out.

The drive to the party is filled with laughter and light-hearted banter, a welcome distraction from the earlier tension. When we arrive, the thumping music and the buzz of people immediately envelop us.

Inside, we try to stay together. We find ourselves mingling with the people in the middle of the club. But my mind keeps drifting back to Yoongi and Eli. I spot Jungkook across the room coming back with a few more drinks, our eyes lock. He gives me a reassuring nod, and I feel a bit more grounded.

As the night goes on, Gabi, Jimin, and I find ourselves getting progressively drunk. We take shots, laugh at stupid jokes, and dance like there’s no tomorrow. For a while, it feels good to let loose and forget about the confusion and hurt.

“Another round?” Gabi shouts over the music, holding up her cup.

“Why not?” Jimin grins, already looking a more then just a bit buzzed.

I laugh, feeling the alcohol warm my veins. “Let’s do it!”

We clink our glasses together and down the shots, the burn of the liquor making me wince. But it’s a good kind of burn, one that makes me feel alive and carefree.

Jungkook watches from the sidelines, a small smile playing on his lips. He’s sticking to soda, playing the responsible one tonight. He catches my eye and raises his glass in a silent toast. I smile back, grateful for his steady presence.

Hours pass in a blur of music, laughter, and drinks. At some point, Gabi pulls me onto the dance floor, and we lose ourselves in the rhythm. Jimin joins us, his movements loose and carefree. We’re a trio of drunken joy, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi and not far behind, Eli. My heart sinks, and the carefree feeling evaporates.

Gabi, noticing my distraction, follows my gaze and frowns. “Ignore them,” she says, squeezing my hand. “Tonight’s about having fun.”

I nod, trying to take her advice to heart. But it’s hard to shake the image from my mind. Jungkook appears beside me, offering a gentle smile.

“Hey, wanna get some fresh air?” he asks, trying to talk over the loud music.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I say, grateful for the escape.

We step outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stuffy, crowded club. The outside, filled with people smoking and chatting loudly in the street.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice soft.

I shrug, definetly feeling the alcohol in my system now and dulling the edges of my emotions. “It’s fine. Its not like we had anything anyway” I try to push away the conversation that I definetly don’t want to have right now.

He nods, understanding. “You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are.”

I look at him and raise an eyebrow. For the past weeks, he has kept to himself with the flirting. We all have been going out together and his presence ever so reasuring. I give him a small laugh and shrug away his statement.

He smiles, his eyes warm. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but I swear I could see his eyes sparkle when looking back at him. My heart flutters and I definetly must be way more drunk than I thought. I need to go find Gabi. She must be drunk in a corner somehwere.

I quickly turn around and stumble and Jungkook quickly grabs my arm to bring me back to my feet. “Should we go home? I think you had enough of party today…” he says carefully. Damn that cold feeling on my stomach. I definelty don’t feel anything for him. But why do his lips look so pink and soft? I can only imagine what they would feel like..

I shake my head snapping out of it, catching his big round eyes staring back at me.

“No, I need to find Gabi. We always come back together.” We weave our way back through the throngs of people, the music thumping louder as we reenter the crowded club. My head is swimming, a mix of alcohol and emotions making it hard to focus. Jungkook stays close, his hand lightly resting on the small of my back, guiding me through the chaos.

As we make our way to the bar, I spot Gabi leaning heavily into Jin, laughing at something he said. Jin, ever the gentleman, is trying to keep her upright, a bemused smile on his face. Jimin is nearby, his gaze darting between Gabi and the crowd, looking slightly lost.

I manage to make my way over to Gabi, and she immediately latches onto me, her eyes bright and unfocused. “There you are! Let’s do more shots!” she exclaims, her words slurring together.

I’m about to agree when Jimin and Jungkook intervene. “Nop, no more shots for you” Jimin says firmly, gently prying Gabi off me. “You’re already drunk enough.” Jungkook nods in agreement. “Let’s get you some water instead.”

Gabi pouts but doesn’t resist much as Jimin leads her away from the bar. I giggle but I feel a twinge of disappointment, part of me wanting to keep the party going, to drown out all the emotions bubbling inside of me right now. But Jungkook’s steady presence next to me is a reminder that I will not be taking anything else tonight other then water.

Just then, Yoongi and Eli approach our group. They don’t make it obvious that they arrived together, and no one brings it up. Yoongi’s eyes find mine, a mix of concern and something else in his gaze. Eli is by his side, but there’s a distance between them now that wasn’t there before.

“Hey,” Yoongi says, his voice calm and composed. “You guys okay?”

I nod, with a loose smile on my lips “Yeah, just trying to keep Gabi from getting too drunk.”

“I would say Jungkook and Jimin are trying to keep you both from getting more drunk” Eli jokes and I feel him tense next to me. “It was his idea!” Gabi butts in the conversation and points to Jimin who, also drunkly, tries to steady her.

Yoongi glances at Gabi, who is now back to happily chatting with Jimin and Jin, then back at me. “I can take you guys home if you want. I’m heading out anyway.”

We leave the club, Yoongi and Eli flanking us as we make our way to the bus stop. Gabi and Jimin are in high spirits, though their drunken state makes it clear that they’re struggling to keep their balance. Gabi leans heavily on Eli, her laughter spilling out in bursts that mix with the cool night air. Jimin, also swaying slightly, is grinning like a fool and bumping into things as we walk.

Yoongi sticks close to my side, his presence steady and reassuring. Eli occasionally glancing back at Yoongi and me.

The bus ride is a mix of awkwardness and exhaustion. I notice that Eli is starting to fidget. Gabi and Jimin are getting more out of control, their drunken antics making it hard for me to keep a clear head. I try to help them find their seats, but Gabi keeps giggling and leaning against me while Jimin slumps into the seat, his head resting against the window.

Yoongi sits beside me, his arm brushing against mine. He leans in slightly, his voice soft. “How are you holding up?”

I glance at him, appreciating his concern. “I’m okay, looking forward to get home”

He nods, a small smile on his lips.

The bus jolts to a stop, and I watch as Eli exits, waving goodbye with a slightly disheveled look. The doors close behind her, and the bus continues on its route.

By the time we reach our stop, Gabi and Jimin are both in bad shape. Jimin stumbles off the bus and as Yoongi unlocks the door, as he is the who is the most sober between all of us, Jimin pushes him aside and crashes onto the couch in the living room, his body collapsing in a heap. Gabi, somehow finding the energy, manages to make her way to her room, though she’s swaying and mumbling incoherently.

Yoongi helps me get Gabi to her bed, making sure she’s settled before turning back to me. The apartment is quiet, the noise of the night replaced by a peaceful stillness.

I make my way back to the front door, feeling a wave of sobriety wash over me as the adrenaline from the night fades. The reality of the situation hits me hard. I’m alone with Yoongi, the person I’ve been trying to understand and connect with for weeks, but was just out with one who I tought was one of my best friends here.

“Thank you for everything tonight,” I whisper trying not wake up Jimin who was asleep not too far, I look up at him with a shy and grateful smile.

He takes a step closer, his eyes locking onto mine. “It was my pleasure. I’m just glad you are okay.”

There’s a charged silence between us, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions. Yoongi’s gaze drops to my lips, and I can see the desire and warmth in his eyes. Without thinking, which I can only blame the 5 shots and the many cups of wine I downed this evening, I lean in, my heart racing.

Yoongi meets me halfway, his lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. The world around us fades away as the kiss deepens, his hands finding their way to my face, holding me close. The kiss is a mix of longing and relief, a culmination of all the emotions we’ve both been holding back.

When our lips finally meet, it’s a delicate, exploratory touch—soft and hesitant, as if we’re both savoring the moment of first contact. His lips are warm and tender against mine, sending a rush of sensation that makes my heart skip a beat. The kiss deepens slowly, becoming more passionate but still gentle, as if we are both savoring the newness of the moment.

His hands move to cup my face, holding me gently but firmly, as if anchoring us both in this moment. I respond, my hands resting on his shoulders, feeling the tension and warmth of his body. The kiss becomes a dance of give-and-take, each movement smooth and synchronized.

Suddenly, Yoongi’s hands slide down from my face to my waist, pulling me closer against him. The intensity of the kiss increases, and a soft moan escapes my lips as his tongue brushes against mine, teasing and exploring. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the firmness of his chest against mine, and it sends a shiver of excitement through my body.

I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer, the kiss growing more fervent. His hands roam my back, tracing patterns that make my skin tingle with anticipation. Every touch, every brush of his lips feels electric, and I’m completely lost in the sensation, in him.

We finally break apart, gasping for breath, our foreheads resting against each other. Yoongi’s eyes are dark with desire, his breathing ragged. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admits softly, his voice husky with emotion.

I nod, my heart pounding. “Me too,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heartbeat.

He smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes my heart flutter. “I should go now. It’s late, and you need to get some rest. You’re definitely going to need some coffee tomorrow.”

I manage a small laugh, still feeling the aftershocks of our kiss. “Yeah, you’re right. Thank you, for getting us back here.”

He gives me one last, lingering look before stepping towards the door. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I reply, watching him leave. The door closes behind him, and I’m left alone in the quiet apartment, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and nervous anticipation for what comes next.

I head back to my room, feeling completely sober now, the kiss still fresh on my lips. He’s right. I will definitely need that coffee tomorrow.

The sharp light of morning filters through the thin curtains, turning my small bedroom into a bright, albeit blurry, reality. My head is pounding with the remnants of last night’s revelry, and I feel a dull ache behind my eyes. I groan and stretch, hoping to shake off the fog that lingers from too many drinks.

I roll over to check my phone, squinting at the screen as I fumble with the brightness. The messages from Jungkook, sent in the group chat, catches my attention first, asking if we all made it back safely. Yoongi’s reply—a simple thumbs-up.

God. Yoongi. Did I actually kiss him last night? The reality of what happened last night comes crashing back. My heart skips a beat as I remember the kiss, the heat of his lips against mine, and the surge of feelings that accompanied it. The warmth of Yoongi’s touch, the intensity in his eyes—it all feels so vivid and real, despite the haze of alcohol that clearly clouded my judgment.

I sit up, shaking my head to clear the lingering grogginess. My fingers instinctively brush over my lips, still tingling from the kiss. Was it a mistake? Was it something real? The confusion and anxiety settle in as I replay the moments leading up to that kiss in my mind. The way Yoongi had looked at me, how our lips had met, the way his touch had felt.

I stumble out of bed, trying to piece together the fragments of the previous night. The sun’s rays are harsh against my eyes, magnifying the headache that pulses with each heartbeat. As I pad across the room, my reflection in the mirror catches my eye. My hair is a mess, and I look as disheveled as I feel. I reach for my phone again, scrolling through the messages to see if there’s any sign of further communication from him. But there’s nothing new.

I head to the kitchen, hoping that a strong cup of coffee will help me clear my head. The ritual of brewing coffee is a small comfort amidst the turmoil. As the aroma fills the kitchen, no matter how hard I try, my mind keeps returning to the kiss.

The way Yoongi’s lips had felt on mine was more than just a normal kiss— Had it been just the alcohol talking? Or was there something real beneath the surface? I keep replaying the moment in my head, his warm breath against my cheek, the way his fingers had cradled my face. But Gabi had seen him with Eli, not long before.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I need to talk to Yoongi, but how do I even begin with a conversation like that? What if he sees it as just a mistake, or worse, what if he regrets it? Maybe he was drunk too and might not even remember last night.

The coffee brews slowly, giving me time to gather my thoughts. I decide to take a shower, hoping that the refreshing feel of water will help me clear my mind. As I let the hot water cascade over me, I try to focus on the present, on the routine of getting ready for the day.

Wrapped in a towel, I check my phone again. The lack of new messages from Yoongi only heightens my anxiety. I wonder if he’s also been thinking about what happened, or if he’s already moved past it. The uncertainty is eating at me.

“Hey, thanks for last night. I was wondering if you are free later? Thought we should talk”

I hit send and put my phone down. Now, it’s a matter of waiting for his response. I hear commotion on the living room as Jimin starts to come back to himself. I prepare an extra cup of coffe and head to the living room. I drop onto the couch next to Jimin, who’s already wincing at the strong aroma of coffee. He looks as rough as I feel—his hair sticking out in odd angles, and the dark circles under his eyes making him look like he’s been through a battle.

“Man I feel bad if you feel like how you look” Jimin grumbles, his eyes half-shut as he reaches for the coffee I’d prepared for him.

“If I were you, I’d keep quiet. You don’t look much better yourself,” I reply, trying to match his attempt at humor with my own. I lean back against the cushions, feeling the slight comfort of the soft fabric against my tired body.

Jimin takes a slow sip from his cup, grimacing as the bitter taste hits his tongue. “Ugh, I don’t even remember getting home last night. Was it really as crazy as it felt?”

“It was a pretty intense night,” I say, trying to keep my tone casual. I don’t mention the kiss, not really sure why. I blame the hungover I’m nursing. “We all made it back somehow. Gabi’s still asleep in her room.”

Jimin nods, his gaze distant as he tries to piece together fragments of the previous night. “Yeah, I remember bits and pieces. I think I saw Yoongi...”

The mention of Yoongi makes my heart race a little faster. I try to push away the nervousness and focus on Jimin’s recovery from his hangover. “Yeah, Yoongi was a real lifesaver. He helped get us home and made sure everyone was okay.”

“Oh, nice of him,” Jimin replies, his voice a bit clearer now.

I manage a small smile and nod, though my thoughts are still consumed by the kiss and the uncertainty of where things stand between Yoongi and me.

The sound of my phone buzzing interrupts the quiet moment. I reach for it, my heart skipping a beat as I see Yoongi’s name on the screen. I quickly open the message, hoping for some clarity.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking about last night too. I’m free this afternoon. How about we meet up and talk?”

A mix of relief and anxiety floods over me. He wants to meet and talk—this is my chance to understand what really happened between us. I take a deep breath and compose my reply.

Sounds good. How about we meet at that? I’ll see you there around 3?

I send the message and set my phone aside, feeling a slight tremor of nerves in my stomach. Meeting up with Yoongi will bring everything out into the open. I glance at Jimin, who’s now scrolling through his phone and looking slightly more awake.

“Hey, I’m heading out this afternoon to meet up with Yoongi,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “Do you think you’ll be up for a little while? Maybe we can catch up after I get back?”

Jimin nods, managing a weak smile. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just need to get through this coffee and maybe a nap. You go ahead. I’ll be here.”

“Thanks,” I say, feeling a touch of gratitude. “let me know if you need anything else”

I’m not surprise that we were walking up late, way past noon. I get ready, throwing some casual clothes and leave the appartment, taking my time to reach the café. The sunlight feeling oddly warm and bright as I head towards the café. The crisp air helps clear my mind a little, though the anxiety about the upcoming conversation with Yoongi lingers. I keep replaying the kiss in my mind, trying to decipher its meaning.

When I finally reach the café, I find a quiet corner table and settle in, hoping that the ambiance and the soothing music will help calm my nerves. I order a drink and wait, my thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation.

Yoongi arrives right on time, looking casual but put-together. He spots me and gives a small wave as he walks over, looking not at all bothered by anything. Why do I have a feeling this might go south?

“Hey,” he says as he approaches, taking a seat across from me. “Thanks for meeting up.”

“Of course,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “I thought it was important we talk.”

We both sit in silence for a moment, the weight of the kiss hanging between us. Finally, Yoongi breaks the silence, his voice low and sincere.

“I’ve been thinking about last night a lot,” he starts, looking directly into my eyes. “I really felt something when we kissed,” he had said, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. But then, he had added, “But I’m not looking for anything serious right now. So I would appreciate if we could keep it low what happened.”

Yoongi’s words hang in the air, and for a moment, the world around me seems to blur. The warm café, the chatter of other patrons, the gentle hum of the coffee machine—all fade as I focus on the unexpected turn in his confession

His expression is a mix of apprehension and regret, as if he’s bracing himself for my reaction. I sit there, trying to process the weight of his words. The initial rush of relief I felt when I saw his message this morning feels like a distant memory. The knot in my stomach tightens as I grapple with the reality of what he’s saying.

I’m still silent, struggling to articulate my thoughts. The brief silence feels interminable, filled with the noise of my own racing heartbeat and the hum of the café around us. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

“I’m ok with that.” I try to brush it off even though the only thing in my mind was that damn kiss. He still seems tense. “I mean it was just a moment of…intensity. You just want to forget what happened?” I ask him

Yoongi’s gaze drops to his hands, fidgeting with the edge of the napkin on the table. “Not exactly forget. More like…keep it as a moment that happened between us, but not let it change things or complicate what we have right now.”

I nod slowly, the disappointment settling heavily in my chest. “I understand. I guess I should’ve expected something like this. I mean, we were both drunk”

We sit in silence for a moment, the initial tension easing slightly as we both process the conversation. Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee, and I try to find solace in the soothing ambiance of the café.

Finally, I’m the one to break the silence. “Do you want to talk about something else? Or maybe just…hang out for a bit?”

“Uh, actually I’m a bit busy today. Maybe another day?”

I nod, trying not show the dissapointment that is brewing inside.

“Yup. Thanks for the talk today!” I say to him and he quickly finishes his drink and gets ready to leave.

Yoongi finishes his coffee quickly and stands up, his movements a little too eager as if he’s anxious to leave. He offers me a quick, somewhat awkward smile before gathering his things.

“Thanks for being chill about it,” he says, his voice filled with genuine relief. “I’ll text you later!”

I manage a small, forced smile in return. “Yup. Thanks for the talk today!” I watch him as he heads out, the door chiming softly behind him. The café feels emptier now, the absence of his presence leaving a noticeable gap.

As the door closes, the reality of our conversation settles heavily in my chest. I stare down at the remnants of my coffee, the once comforting aroma now a bitter reminder of our discussion. The weight of his words, the certainty of his boundaries, and the palpable sense of finality hang around me like a shroud.

The quiet of the café feels almost oppressive now, the gentle murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups a distant background noise. I glance around, feeling disconnected from the world outside, lost in the aftermath of our conversation.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my swirling emotions. I had hoped for more clarity, a resolution that would either move us forward or let me put the past behind me. Instead, I’m left with an uneasy acceptance of the boundaries Yoongi has set. It feels like a door closing softly, leaving me in a limbo between hope and resignation.

With a sigh, I gather my things and stand up, taking one last look around the café before heading out. The sunlight outside feels warm and bright, but it does little to chase away the lingering shadows in my mind. Previous ✧ Next

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Cooking Up Love, Chapter 4

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T (for now, might change, probably not)

Story Summary: Here

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, more tags to come as the story develops

Word Count: ~1600

A/N: Here's chapter 4! If you'd like to be added to the tag list for this story, please let me know!

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Early the next afternoon, Ellison called you into his office.

You walked in. "What's up?"

Ellison leaned back in his chair. "I need to talk to you about your article."

Your brow furrowed. You had stayed up half the night working on it (while eating some of what was quite honestly the best tiramisu you had ever had) and had sent a rough draft to Ellison that morning after reading it over. "What about it?"

"Quite frankly, it sucks."

You blinked at him in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"It reads like you literally just transcribed the interview. There's no emotion to it."

"So, what, do you want it in another format, or…" You were hoping Ellison wasn't going to tell you to just forget about it or that he was reassigning the piece back to Kelsie, who was still out sick with food poisoning.

Ellison shook his head. "We need to switch gears. Instead of an interview, I want a full human-interest story." Ellison sat back up. "I want our readers to get to know Chef Murdock as both a chef and as a person. You got a bit of that in your interview, but I want more. Spend as much time with him as possible and do what you do best -- get him to open up to you. Find out what his interests are outside of cooking, how he develops his recipes, where his inspiration comes from. Give me personal details and anecdotes."

You nodded. Your second attempt at an interview had gone a lot smoother than your first -- you had found Chef Murdock had relaxed more the longer the two of you had talked, so you were pretty sure he wouldn't mind sitting down for a more in-depth interview. "Okay."

"Alright, that's it. Get a rough draft of your new article to me by next Wednesday -- that should be enough time to edit before we go to print the following Monday."

"Got it."

Ellison eyed you. "Don't make me regret that raise I agreed to."

You shook your head. "Don't worry, I won't."

You went back to your desk and eyed the clock. You had already been planning on stopping by Daredevil on your way home from work in order to drop Chef Murdock's dish back off to him and was just going to leave it with Karen at the host stand, but since you needed to talk with Chef Murdock anyway...

You pulled out your phone and sent him a text. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could come by the restaurant to talk with you for a minute before you open?

A few seconds later, your phone chimed. It's not a bother, and sure.

Okay, I'll be by in about 20 minutes.

Sounds good.

You grabbed your bag and Chef Murdock's dish and popped by Ellison's office again. "I'm leaving a bit early so I can go by Daredevil to talk to Chef Murdock."

Ellison nodded. "Okay, see you Monday."

You hurried towards Daredevil, sending Chef Murdock a text as you approached.

A minute later a man with shaggy blonde hair and a friendly face unlocked the door. "Hi, you must be the journalist from the Bulletin, right?"

You nodded and introduced yourself as you stepped inside.

The blond man smiled and stuck his hand out for you to shake. "Matt's signing for a delivery, but he'll be out in just a second. I'm Foggy Nelson, his business partner."

You took his offered hand. "Oh, yes, Chef Nelson. It's nice to meet you too."

Chef Nelson grinned. "So, I heard you were on the receiving end of Matt's apology tiramisu."

You huffed out a laugh. "Oh, uh, yeah, I guess he told you about that. Does he always apologize with tiramisu?"

"Only when he knows he really screwed up." Chef Nelson glanced towards the kitchen before looking back at you. "By the way, thanks for giving him another chance at an interview. Matt can be prickly but he's really a good guy underneath."

You smiled, thinking about how warm and open Chef Murdock had been the previous afternoon compared to your first meeting. "I'm beginning to see that."

"Sorry about that," Chef Murdock's voice said as he came out of the kitchen towards you.

You turned towards him. Today he was wearing a white t-shirt and black pants with his usual red glasses. It's unfair how damn hot he is , you thought to yourself.

You swallowed. "Hi, Chef Murdock."

"Hi," he replied pleasantly. "So what brings you by? Did you have some more questions for me?"

You nodded. "Yes, but I also came by to return your container to you and thank you again for the tiramisu."

Chef Murdock took the empty container with a grin. "I guess that means it wasn't poisoned, then?"

You huffed out a laugh even as your face heated. "I'm sorry about that."

Chef Murdock chuckled. "It's okay."

You shook your head. "In all honesty though I think that that was probably the best thing I've ever eaten. I'll definitely be placing some to-go orders for tiramisu after work."

Chef Murdock smiled. "It's not on the menu yet because I'm still perfecting it, but until then if you let me know in advance I'll be happy to make some for you."

"Matt makes his own ladyfingers from scratch," Chef Nelson chimed in. "That's the secret."

"Well, one of them." Chef Murdock grinned at you. "There's a few other secrets to my tiramisu that not even Foggy knows."

Chef Nelson chuckled. "And with that, I'm going to go get started on the dishes I do know the secrets to."

He gave you a brief nod. "It was very nice meeting you."

"Same to you," you replied.

You waited until Chef Nelson had disappeared into the kitchen before turning back to Chef Murdock. "So about my article… I turned a draft of it into my editor this morning and he said it wasn't personal enough, so he wants me to expand it into a full human-interest story instead of just an interview."

Chef Murdock's brow furrowed. "Oh? What does that consist of?"

"Uh, well… usually with my human-interest pieces I spend time with the person I'm writing about, getting to know them over the course of several days, but since I don't want to take up too much of your time I'd probably just have some more interview questions for you, and if it would be possible I'd like to watch you work in the kitchen for a bit? It doesn't actually have to be during open hours or anything like that, and I'll even sign an NDA if you want me to promising that I won't reveal any of your recipes to anyone."

Chef Murdock pursed his lips as he thought. Finally, he nodded. "Yeah, that's okay."

You huffed out a breath. "Thank you so much. I'm free all weekend, so you can just text or call me and let me know whenever is convenient for you."

"Actually, how about we start tomorrow? Meet me here at, say, 8 AM?"

You nodded. "Okay, yeah, that sounds good."

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Thanks again for the tiramisu. It really was fantastic."

Chef Murdock smiled. "You're welcome."

"Okay. Bye."

You turned and walked back into the lobby so Karen could let you out, actually looking forward to seeing Chef Murdock the next morning.

Matt waited until you left then returned to the kitchen, where Foggy was slicing up cucumbers for the dinner salads.

Foggy paused in his prepping. "So… she seems nice."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, she is."

"Pretty, too."

Matt shook his head with a grin. "I wouldn't know."

Foggy chuckled. "Mmhmm. Sure you wouldn't, Matty. That's why you were totally flirting with her just now."

Matt's brow furrowed. "I wasn't flirting."

"I know your tells, Matty -- you like a girl, you cook for her." Foggy dropped his voice into an imitation of Matt's. "'Oh, I can totally make you tiramisu even though it's not on the menu, no problem'."

Matt shook his head. "She's writing an article about me -- of course I'm going to be nice and offer to make tiramisu for her again. Which reminds me, the editor at the Bulletin wants her to expand her interview into a human-interest story."

"Oh hey, that's awesome, man. A full human-interest piece will be great publicity for the restaurant."

Matt nodded. "We're going to meet up tomorrow morning to discuss it."

"Couldn't wait to see her again, huh?"

Matt shook his head. "She wants to watch me cook, so I'm going to have her accompany me to the farmer's market then give her a small cooking demo here afterwards before we start prepping for tomorrow night's service."

"Ah okay, cool."

Matt turned his head towards the receiving door. "Josie's here with the wine order."

Foggy set his knife down as the doorbell rang. "I got it."

"Make sure she's got the Frangelico I added to this week's order, will ya?"

"Sure thing."

Matt sighed to himself as Foggy left to go receive their order. The truth was that he actually was looking forward to spending more time with you. You were kind, and funny, and endearing, and according to Foggy, 'pretty', which admittedly made Matt curious as to what you looked like.

He shook his head. He needed to keep things strictly professional between the two of you. The last time he was interested in a journalist it almost cost him his career and he wasn't going to make that mistake again, no matter how much he was beginning to trust you.

#lotmf writes #Cooking Up Love Masterlist #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x you

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morganwrites12672 · 2 years ago

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still feel like asking requests is weird but i rly like ur blog so🚶

Could you do a Finnick Odair x Reader were they meet/actually talk for the first time in that scene where Finnick talks to Katniss in that horrible bare-chested outfit that makes him look like a draft and then he eats pure sugar like ew 💀 after having that weird interaction with her he comes over to us and introduces himself and is all flirty with the Reader and the Reader actually flirts back what totally startles him but hes into it and Katniss is just like ???

Yes ofc! Tagging my daughter (Finnicks Whore 2) @sakuraazharuno

My requests are open! I write for a lot of people so check out my pinned post! And if you see someone not on a list that you want, from a fandom listed, feel free to ask!

Finnick Odair x Reader

"What happened to the little girl dresses?" Finnick Odair asked Katniss Everdeen. You were standing a bit far off as they chatted, you were now approaching.

Feeling the need to protect your younger friend you decided to say something, "I don't know Finn, maybe being tortured by the capitol makes some people grow up a bit faster, wouldn't you say?"

"Sugar Cube?" Finnick asks and you raise an eyebrow. Katniss walked off some time in the conversation and you decide to talk with him.

"Pure sugar?" You ask and he pops it in his mouth. Game on.

"Aren't you a little cold?" You tease and he glares at you. You smile and let out a little laugh.

"Aren't you a little warm?" He asks. You roll your eyes. Your dress was very warm, you were from district 8. Of course it was, damn textiles.

It could be worse. You had seen Johanna Mason, she was in a type of corset with a tree patterned body suit.

Finnick reapproved you and katniss shortly after. He had a smirk on his face. Not a smile, defiantly a smirk.

"I didn't introduce myself I'm Finnick," he says. You smile and give him yours. He already knew your name, and you already know his.

"So, do you have any, plans for tonight?" Finnick asks with a rather suggestive tone. Katniss fakes a gag and rolls her eyes.

"What if I don't?" You ask with pure sugar in your tone. You hear katniss groan and then footsteps grow quiet.

She left, all of the flirting was to much for the young girl.

"Then I'd say maybe we could enjoy each other's company," finnick says with a satisfied smirk. You lick your lips and wink at him.

You see he is caught off guard. He quickly recomposes his self and winks back at you.

"I would like that," you say and lean back against the wall of this hell you were all placed in. It was literally hell, only hell was far more pleasant.

"Well, we might as well have some conversations before we go at each other's throat," finnick states and you let out a little laugh.

"That won't be an issue," you say and finnick raises an eyebrow, "I have no intention of winning. The quicker I die, the better," you finish and you see concern on finnick's face.

"What? They say if we win we get life time protection. Know they want to kill me again," you say and finnick gives a sympathetic glance.

"I know what you do Odair. Snow will take everything you have if you don't sleep with half of the capitol. He really will," you state and think of your sister, "My sister, the girl I volunteered for, was shot in the head because I refused. That was all it took, he didn't even have to threaten, he killed her and I knew. I knew my parents couldn't lose both of their kids," you finish and finnick sighs.

"That is how it works," finnick says before you walk off. You stop.

"I could use some company." He smiles as you walk off.

#finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick smut #katniss x finnick #finnick x y/n #thg finnick #thg fanfiction

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year ago

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fic rec friday 26

welcome to the twenty-sixth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. suite on you by @adelfie

Lance feels a little jarred when he sees nothing friendly in the suitemate’s eyes, and then foolish. He scrambles to find something to say. “Do you have any rules?" Keith’s eyes darken. “Yeah. Don’t bother me this semester. Or ever.”

-- Accident-prone Lance McClain learns that his grumpy suitemate, Keith, has one rule: to leave him alone. Lance would really like to follow that rule. Really. But his clumsiness has other plans.

(Or, 5 times Lance bothers Keith and 1 time Keith lets him.)

any fic that uses the Lance is a Ray of Sunshine tag is a fave of mine bc he is. i loved how in this one keith called lance sweet, not like an adjective but as a petname?? anyways it killed me and it made lance melt as you might have guessed. i loved it

2. Shiro, You Ignorant Slut by notverystraight

“I like Keith,” Lance blurted suddenly.

Shiro blinked. “Oh.” Not exactly the revelation he’d been expected. “He likes you, too.”

- In which Shiro accidentally reveals Keith and Lance’s feelings for each other… without even knowing about them in the first place.

god bless fics that write shiro as the dorky dumbass he is. he WOULD be the one to spill the beans without knowing that there are even beans to be spilled. i love him

3. Escalate by demonsushi01 [EXPLICIT]

Day 15. Flustered

5 +1 Fives times in which Lance is flustered by Keith during their relationship, with it steadily shifting from more innocent things as it continues. And one time in which he gets back at Keith.

this mostly isnt explicit, its mostly just klance turning their relationship into a competition lol. they also spend a significant amount of time embarrassing their friends which is excellent

4. Part of Your World by @floranna

Keith sat at the dock, glaring at the water, wearing only his speedos. It was a bright, warm, and sunny day, with slight enough of a breeze to keep the worst of the heat away. Not like Keith cared or anything like that, of course, but…

Everything spelled that it should have been a beautiful, wonderful day, full of wonderful memories, if only that sharp-toothed half fish would actually show up!

happy belated mermay my loves <3 you want klance? teasing and soft and domestic? monstertron? lance with very sharp teeth? keith being very into lance with very sharp teeth? one stop shop babey

5. Hunk’s List of Grievances by @littlecinnamonbunny

Honestly, Hunk deserves better.

Five times that Hunk thought he walked in on Lance and Keith doin’ the hanky-panky, and one time he actually did.

this fic made me LAUGH. like literally out loud. let me introduce yall to my favourite part:

And that’s when it happens.

A familiar gloved hand comes into view, pale fingers pushing back Lance’s fringe with a soft groan, and Hunk realizes that Lance's mouth is currently preoccupied and will not be able to respond. But it’s too late because Hunk’s already opened his own mouth to speak.

“Hey Lance, Allura wants to– hoLY F- oh yup okay that’s definitely a dick, goodbye I’m gonna erect myself out of- eject! - eject myself out of the airlock now.”

He turns on his heel and speed walks the fuck out, and even Yellow is sending him questioning concern that tingles the corners of his mind (though it’s tinged with amusement, the filthy traitor) and he ignores Lance’s choking and coughing and swearing.

He also chooses to ignore Keith’s mortified cry of his name along with “wait-!” because no Keith, why the fuck would he wait?!

‘Oh sorry, let me just pause in my desperate attempt at fucking off for a moment so you can remove your genitals from the back of my best friend’s throat and try and convince me that your penis was checking for cavities’.

like holy shit 😭😭 words cannot express how out of pocket this whole fic is like i genuinely cannot read it without smiling

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#i do a bunch of these every five weeks i forgot how much i love doing them #vld #voltron #klance #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #hunk #hunk garrett #lance & hunk #hunk & lance #mermay #mermaid lance #established klance #pre klance #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

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dragonagitator · 1 year ago

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(I'm actually older than Gale so I've got more of a "let's take ibuprofen together" thing for him, but if you want to be the sex kitten half his age who rides him through his midlife crisis then go for it.)

I saw your response to my anon ask and laughed. He could call you mommy? I'm literally trying so hard not to giggle as I type.

*Shrugs* Hey cuddles and deep intimate connection through positive affirmations/affections are just as nice? Telling him how amazing and wonderful he is until he cries is also on my kink list.

Eh, the Mommy/Daddy thing squicks me out. Don't care what other people do but not my thing.

My fantasies about life with Gale revolve more around the psychological D/s stuff (that line about how he always wanted to be "worshipped, adored, and obeyed"!!!), domestic fluff during our post-game wedded bliss, and trying to introduce something like the Freedom of Information Act to Waterdeep because that whole "Masked Lords" system of governance they got going on deeply offends my American sensibilities.

What do you mean I can't simply request a copy of the public works budget? What do you mean I can't go to the city council meeting and yell at them about the potholes on our street during the public comment session? What do you mean there's no public comment session? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THEY ARE?

Gale has found my indignant rage attractive ever since I aimed it at Elminster and Mystra on his behalf, but distracting me with sex only works for so long. I'm buying a printing press and cranking out pamphlets. Get in, losers, we're speedrunning the Enlightenment.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #bg3 gale #i love him so much #it's a lovely morning in faerun and i am a horrible author self insert #get in losers we're speedrunning the enlightenment

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milkflavouredchair · 8 months ago

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Im curious, how does Randy interact with everybody else? or how would you describe his personality in this AU? I'm very fond of dinamic changes and I need to know how the "having no friends" affected him

I'm a sucker for AUs I wish I had time to draw them all together YOUR AU ROCKSS

THANKS!! I LOVE TALKING ABOUT IT, AND IM GLAD OTHERS LIKE IT AS WELL!!!

Randy I'd say is still his upbeat self, just a little more... Crazy... And even though he didn't have friends growing up, instead of it making him socially awkward and unable to talk to people, I think it just made him REALLY bad at telling his own and others emotions (think entrapta from She-Ra).

I'd also like to list his interactions with others and what he thinks of them/what they think of him. (Little bit of a long list)

Viceroy - Randy sees Viceroy as a father figure of sorts. Viceroy was the one to pick him up when he was at his lowest, and for that he feels indebted to him (much to Viceroy's displeasure. Because to Viceroy, Randy also feels like his son, and he doesn't want him feeling like he's OBLIGATED to stay with him and work for McFist).

They have a good and strong relationship, and their idea of bonding is building robots to destroy the Ninja while laughing manically + bitching about McFist.

McFist - I already talked about their relationship, but they don't get along swimmingly, especially at first. They ATTEMPT to have a professional relationship, and they manage half the time.

Marci - Marci and Randy get along really well (which pisses McFist off) when they're together, which isn't much actually. Randy mainly visited the McFists when he was young (about 12) and Viceroy dragged him along. Now they really only see eachother sparingly during work hours (they love to chit-chat and catch up though).

Bash - They don't really know much about each other, but they know OF each other. The most they've ever really spoken was when McFist got tired of having to babysit Bash and just left him with Randy for a "playdate". (McFist deeply regretted this later, as Randy had managed to convince Bash to slip Turmeric into all his fancy soaps)

Howard - Howard and Randy are still VERY good friends in my AU. They first met eachother at "Greg's Game Hole" (or more accurately the "Food Hole") where they manage to strike up a conversation. Howard actually manages to find out Randy's homeschooled because of his attitude and weird questions.

After this revelation, Howard starts telling Randy EXTREMELY exaggerated things about what school like. They quickly exchanged numbers and become close friends. (And Viceroy is ECSTATIC that he's made a friend)

Julian - Randy got introduced to Julian through Howard. They both bond quickly because they both aren't really considered "normal" by most peoples standards. They were also both (in a sense) raised by the Internet, and know dumb, niche references Howard does not (he's not too happy to be left out of the joke).

(And because I'm a sucker for juliandy) I think Julian would develop a crush on Randy after some time, but because of Randy's stupid, lizard brain, Julian could literally be like "You're like the sun, your smile is so warm it could warm up even the coldest of hearts, and for that, I love you" and then Randy would say some shit like "Aww, you're my best friend too, Julian!" (He's trying, but his skull is EMPTY)

Julian was also VERY surprised to not only learn that his crushes dad was the one who kept trying to destroy him, but his crush TOO was trying to destroy him. (He gets along with Viceroy for Randy's sake)

Ninja - I feel like he wouldn't really have a hatred towards the ninja, more like "strange fixation" as he describes it (his ass does NOT know how a celebrity crush works).

And his love language is sending out killer robots <3

(ask if you want me to explain his relationship with someone who's not here, I will gladly do so)

#rc9gn #rc9gn au #rc9gn randy #rc9gn viceroy #rc9gn julian #rc9gn mcfist #juliandy #rc9gn howard

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floralcrematorium · 1 year ago

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I don't know if youve answered this before, but what made you come back? I'm not that old in the fandom, maybe half a year and it's so interesting how that fandom changed and how it used to be.

Thanks for the ask! I'm gonna be real with you, it was an accident. This is about to be a loooooooong ass post so I'm putting it beneath the cut:

It happened steadily in July. A very slippery slope.

I left in or around 2018 just because I lost interest. A friend in 7th grade introduced me to it in early 2014. I had been running my Instagram account since Summer of 2014 with my best friend (who at the time had been my partner, and by 2018 we had broken up) and our other friend. We'd all moved on and the account became dead. It wasn't a good account, but we'd amassed 1.1k followers during our tenure. Those were the days of if you wanted to post a comic, there were no Instagram slides. You had to post it all individually. The account was deleted in 2021? I think? 2020?

So come July 2023, I was poking around in my old Google Drive and found some of my old Hetalia stuff. Which included a fic with the aforementioned friends. It uh. Is not good. I reread it and oh boy is it a product of its time (we were probably 13-15 when we wrote it) and it was a 3 way POV that we all wrote with self insert characters. It was basically Heta characters get thrown in the setting of Outlast but with the plot of FNAF. Yeah. So uh. Not much to defend there. I jokingly went to my friends like "Hey, what if we rewrote this but not horrible" and we genuinely thought about it! For a night.

But for me it wasn't one night.

I kept thinking about it.

And one thing led to the next, I was revisiting old Youtube videos I liked and reread a fic I used to like.

I think what really did me in was listening to the character songs again and a couple of hetaloid covers. I was doing artfight and listening only to Hetalia music while I drew.

I genuinely did not really use my normal Tumblr before floralcrematorium came to be. I have an entirely separate account for personal stuff and art (I will not be sharing it) and it got to a point where I was seeking so much Hetalia stuff that I figured, why the fuck not, and eventually made an account. I also eventually made my first A03 account (I was on Wattpad and FFN back in the day) because someone wrote a CanUkr fic where Mattie had overexerted himself and was in the hospital and Katya and Alfred were going to kill him because he kept insisting he could work (I CANNOT FIND THIS FIC AGAIN, I FOUND IT ON TUMBLR ORIGINALLY, PLEASE HELP IF THIS RINGS A BELL!!).

And uh, so here I am!

I draw Hetalia stuff on occasion (I should... draw more considering that's what I went to college for but whatever) and have a couple of ideas for illustration series in my head.

I've got a lot of fic ideas I want to write. I have a literal list on my phone. I think about it in bed, at work, and little things remind me of Hetalia all the time.

I've gotten back into RP (I used to use Shamchat and Kik).

I've met so many cool people and I've been having a wonderful time being back so far. When I was originally in the fandom, I consumed a lot of content, but as far as mutuals went it was just me and my two friends. Meeting so many new people has been absolutely wonderful.

Hetalia is really the only fandom I've been in. I've liked other media and consumed fics/enjoyed art/bought prints (COUGH RWBY), but Hetalia is the only media I've ever had fan accounts for. It's the only media I've so deeply entrenched myself in that I feel comfortable writing fics. My walls used to be covered in Hetalia -- both official wall scrolls and shitty art I'd made myself (I have pictures I can attach at the end of the post). I had... so much merch. When I was 14 I only asked for Hetalia related things for my birthday. Every now and again I get that "am I doing the right thing?" ick because of the negative fandom reputation and reactions I'd get from people when I would admit to having liked Hetalia in the past, but I don't care about that now. Genuinely, fuck that. I like this piece of media whether I want to or not. I'm not going to be a self-hating Hetalia fan like I was in 2018-2021/22. I've come back to the show with completely different... motives? Idk what the right phrase is here -- I'm here to explore the characters of these little freaks (looking at you, Francis), I love all of the fanart I see, I like the exchange of historical and cultural information/resources.

Sure, I'd consider my fandom niche to be humanverse Francis and FACE fam, but I genuinely enjoy exploring outside of my corner of the fandom. I try to spread myself out -- I want to consume everything. I want to be exposed to everything.

Hetalia is one of the single most impactful pieces of media in my life. Without it, I wouldn't have my best friend, who broke up with me for APH Austria in 2015. The friends I ran the Instagram account with and I are all still in contact. I talk to one much more frequently than the other, but they are both so near and dear to my heart and I can't believe that this silly show is what got us to where we are. The youngest of us is about to graduate college a whole year early. I met her when she was 11 and I was 12 or 13? I couldn't be more proud of her, of the three of us, and it's been so fun to have these occasional nights where we (okay, just me) get tipsy and go through old fandom media/watch the dub and go ooooof. I was in a really bad place when I was originally into Hetalia. Coming back now feels like coming full circle.

The old fandom had plenty of its own issues, and the fandom now certainly isn't devoid of issues, but now that the fanbase has shifted to an older audience and I actually have like. Social skills. I love talking to other people. I like creating. I like thinking about these stupid characters before I go to bed.

My single favorite thing about the Hetalia fandom now is the care put into historical work as well as the exploration of portrayals of the characters. Because Hetalia lacks a plot and Hima is constantly retconning things, everyone has their own interpretations of everything. Everyone has their own version of Francis Bonnefoy, Yao Wang, or Alfred F. Jones. And that's so cool!!! You don't see that anywhere else.

I know I'm typically a pessimist on main, but I'm genuinely glad to be back. It's weird to be back. I've had mixed reactions from irl friends that I'm back.

But who the fuck cares?

I'm having fun, I'm making friends, and I can't believe there are still people here.

I genuinely hope I'm here for a while. I have so much I want to write. I want to draw all of the things my skill level was too low for back when I was a teen.

CRINGE IS DEAD AND I AM FREE.

The following images are certainly about to destroy any cool perception anyone has of me, if they even do. I was... certainly a teenager, is all I have to say! I am,,, thankfully not like this anymore. I hope.

Here are those pictures of my bedroom circa 2015 I promised:

DO NOT ASK ME ABOUT THE LIVE LAUGH LOVE.

That drawing of Russia with Neko-Talia Russia? Yeah. Uh. I did that for an art project in the 7th grade for class. I also did a ceramics piece with the mochis, that I've since lost. These images scream "I'm 14 and like Hetalia in 2015."

I used to have little hearts with all the ships I liked in them (I think that's AusHun in the picture on the left?). I also had "I love you" written in like 20 languages on index cards taped above my headboard.

Also a literal timestamp I found in my old emails with the friend who got me into Hetalia:

Being a young teenager in the old fandom certainly,,,, was something. I would not relive that, but by god would I do ANYTHING to get my favorite pieces of fan media back from that time. There was a video called "Hetalia What Did You Do To Panda" which was a bunch of clips from the anime with Katie Herzig's "Hey Na Na" playing in the background. Every now and then a dub audio clip would interject with the song.

I also really miss this one very specific Character Theme Songs video that had Poland in the thumbnail. Mein Gott would play between each song and I could tell you most of the songs that had been assigned to each character.

I would do ANYTHING to get those videos back. I miss them so much.

Anyway, if you read this whole thing, thanks for reading??? I am very Cool And Normal about the things I like, unfortunately. It's nice to come back to Hetalia and like... be a normal person about it.

All I've got to say is, when I like something, I like it a lot.

#floralcrematorium ask box #floralcrematorium is so normal and cool #ne ne papa echoes in my nightmares #soph's public diary

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piratefalls · 1 year ago

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WIP title game! I was tagged by @ereborne!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

the list of things I've left unfinished is short, so I'll include a snippet with each one. it's also 85% mcdanno lmao.

Give Me a Memory I Can Use (McDanno, finale fix-it)

“Hey, Steve?” He looks down to see her smiling. “Be happy.” He returns her smile. “Hey Cath?” “Yeah?” “I think it’s my turn to walk away.” This time she grins. “I think so too.” So he pulls his bag from the bin, and does.

Share the Scars From Our Abandon (Person of Interest/Rinch, post-series)

Night after night he reaches out for something, anything, to soothe the ever-present ache under his ribs, the one that calls to him when the sun goes down, reminds him that he has family, love, a home somewhere out there, wishing he were in it right now, if only he’d seek it out. The one that reminds him that human connection does not have to be a foreign concept any longer, that it is instead a patchwork quilt of messy, complicated, beautiful people to call his, the place where he drops anchor and floats steady. His body, so broken in so many ways, can now recall a touch that does not hurt, the smell of fresh brewed coffee and old books, the sound of a heart that beats in time with his own.

Untitled Finale Fix-it #2 (McDanno)

His buddy introduces him to the group, since he's apparently a legend. He talks about his life post-SEALs. Later his friend would learn Steve hadn't retired but had been medically discharged. "Got shot. A lot," he says. "Needed a liver transplant." "How did you get one that fast? Anyone with half a brain cell could figure out those odds, factoring in the fact that you were on an island." And then he tells him about Danny, and the plane, that he'd saved Steve's life more than once that day. "Fuck." Steve laughs. "Pretty much."

super rough jotted down ideas for Ace!Henry FirstPrince (RWRB)

They do talk about how to navigate physical intimacy. Henry loves touch, craves it, wants to be wrapped up in and around Alex as often as possible, his breathing slowing to match the steady rhythm of Alex's heart under his cheek as they cuddle in bed. Holding hands, carding his fingers through Alex's hair, always touching touching touching. That's never been his problem. It's everything that's supposed to come after that gives him pause.

5+1 play on the practice of kintsugi (McDanno)

Three days later he listens to his father die over the phone. his whole team is dead, Anton Hesse is dead, everyone is dead. Freddie died and it was all for nothing. Freddie, the keeper of Steve's darkest secrets, the person who kept him tethered to the real world when all he'd wanted to do was fly apart, had sacrificed it all just to be given oblivion. A piece of Steve's heart is anchored somewhere in the middle of a North Korean jungle. He could give you the exact coordinates, but he won't. He doesn't want it back.

Can You Do It? (You Bet Jurassican) (buddie velocipastor au) (if you haven't watched the movie this will make less than zero sense)

No, Eddie Diaz - father, firefighter, combat veteran, boyfriend to an actual fucking dinosaur - is wearing a stretchy orange dress that, after he gets it all the way down, barely hits mid-thigh. Before he has a chance to pull it off and look for literally anything else, Buck comes around the corner and stops in his tracks. “Jinkies.” “Fuck you.” Buck gives him a quick look up and down and shrugs. “Fine with me. If I’m being honest Velma always lowkey gave me top vibes.” And that’s a discussion he’s not touching. “You’re an idiot and I hate everything you choose to be.” “Now that’s a lie and we both know it,” he replies.

no one has to participate, but if you do please tag me!

#about me #my fic #it took two notebooks my notes app and my google drive to compile these lmao #I'm excited about the first prince one because I just love exploring all the ways people can be intimate with each other

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thedevillionaire · 2 years ago

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16 for the questions list?

16) Do you have a comfort OC? And if so why? What do you like best about them? Do you relate to them in ways?

This is such a multilayered answer for me, but I'll try to make it not excessively ridiculous. 😅 Under the cut, because...it's probably going to get at least a bit ridiculous.

Cerberus is my favourite OC, and he has been so for over half my life now. Literally. (I'm figuring comfort equates to favourite here, at least in the aspects that count, for the purposes of quizzery.) As to why...I'm not entirely sure. He wasn't supposed to be. He was, in fact, introduced as a one-shot plot device - he was never supposed to hang around, let alone become my all-time lead character. Retrospectively, I probably shouldn't have been surprised; takeover is kind of what he does. And I'd like to say that the reason he so rapidly and indelibly became my favourite is because of something edifying and deeply meaningful, but I strongly suspect the actual initial reason is that appearance-wise he's my physical ideal. Basically I find him hot as hell, and it seems that on one (ongoing) level I'm just an entire reactive hormone or something. 🤣 Personality-wise, he's probably particularly aspirational for me in areas I have limited skills with - his confidence and self-sufficiency in particular, I think. And I envy his power, and I mean that literally, not so much in the leader sense but the magickal aspects of what he can do. Things that this world does not provide. I have long thought that people who say "If you can dream it, you can do it!" have crap imaginations. Because I promise...I cannot. (Curse you, the laws of physics.) And all my OCs have powers of some sort, but his are my personal faves, and he's the absolute best at them, and I'm an idealist and an escapist, and so since I cannot do the dream? I will continue to dream it. A lot. Vividly. Cerberus and Kia together, as a couple, however, have absolutely become a comfort pairing, and one I love all the more for how massively unexpected it was. I've been blindsided by a lot of my OCs in myriad ways over the years, but this really took the whole damn cake. I'd known Cerberus for 11 years before they met; if you'd said to me back then that he'd prove himself to be the most romantic OC I have, I'd have laughed and said you must be thinking of someone else. So, uh, anyway... 👀 No other OC pairing of mine even come close. He's both entirely predictable and entirely unpredictable, in different ways, about different things, and perhaps that's the heart of it. I love that I can't control him. It drives me nuts that I can't control him. But whatever it is, he's been my favourite for a very long time. I'm not above planting two silver birch trees in my garden, though.

PS: (like this isn't long enough already, dear lord) I have a whole damn lot of OCs, and there are a select few others who have, at various points of my life, taken over the primary story in my head and become for that time my main focus, but snzblr hasn't met them. All are very different personalities to Cerberus, and their storylines are also quite different. Inasmuch as I have actual storylines, that is.

#thank you so much for the ask!#sorry for the late reply - my notifications thought that playing games might be fun or something #i'm not sure this answers anything clearly or not #despite its length lol #but i love thinking about this sort of thing #and the analysis it brings

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timewillpasssoon · 6 months ago

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I love when people write for Joost!! Can I request a Joost x fem!reader? Like where Y/n is a very big celebrity and very well known, tons of followers and tons of recognition wherever she goes. And during an interview, she gets asked who she likes and she says Joost and the internet blows up. This causes Joost and Y/n to meet and joke about it but they then start to actually date.

LET ME THINK...

pairing . Joost Klein x fem-celeb! reader

content . fluff, reader is an actress, you are addressed as 'reader', reader is the same age as joost, fake social media screenshots, fake blood on one of the posts!!,

summary . you announce that you are a huge fan of Joost Klein in an interview... and he sees it! He just so happens to be a huge fan as well.

word count . 1k words, 5,7k characters

author's note . my editing skills are not the best... but do y'all like the banner i made. yes or yes ??!?!! didn't proofread so sorry if there are mistakes. anyways enjoy.

You and the rest of the cast are getting ready for the interview regarding your next hit series. you're quite nervous about the interview despite being in the industry for so long. Finn Wolfhard and you just finished filming a funny TikTok as you two waited for everything to be ready.

"Alright, let's go everyone!" The manager said to the main cast, that was including you. The five actors walk into the room with a backdrop of a scene of the first episode along sided with five chairs and an interviewer waiting for the cast. They all exchanged hello's to each other.

You all sat down in the chairs near the cameras., ready for the interview. As all the sound checks were done the camera started rolling. The interview started the intro and introduced the camera to the cast, them all saying greetings.

"Hello, we are here with the cast of Decay of Order!" The interviewer continued to list the names of the cast, with excitement within their voice.

The interview started off with the interviewer asking question to one of your co-star's, Peter Gadiot. Asking him about his character in the series, since he was the leader, main focus of the series. Also asking him about himself.

"Since you're the leader of the hunter's, do you think you'll be able to control them in real life?" Peter laughed, looking at the rest of them. "definitely, they see me as a father!" You nodding at his answer. "We look up to him, he truly is the real leader." Your other co-star, Louis Partridge, says with a hint of laughter coming out at the end. The rest of the crew laughing, agreeing.

The interviewer takes turns asking each actor/actress a couple of questions. Once they finished asking questions to Anya Taylor-Joy, who happened to play you're character's best friend, the interviewer turned to you. "With your character, [reader's name], she is known to be quite the tech wiz with a huge crush on Ryan Gosling-" The interviewer pausing in order to laugh, you and Anya snickering too. "But all the fans are wonder, who is your real celebrity crush?" You put your head down for a slight moment, to hide your face from the camera just for a little bit to prepare to say your answer.

"we alll know this answerr~" Peter teasing you. You would talk about your favorite celebrity all the time on set. if there was any moment that you could mention them, you would take it. Sure it was a little annoying, but the rest of the group found it cute how you obsessed over them.

"Is that so?" the interviewer replied to Peter, looking at you, slyly. "She talks about them all the timee!" Finn adding on, Louis chuckling at your shyness. You cover the bottom half of your face. "Yeah, lately my celebrity crush has been Joost Klein!" The interviewer eyes widen, "i could see you two together~!"

"She is literally so obsessed with him it's crazy." Louis proceeded to state how you try to include Joost Klein in every conversation. Finn backing him up on how you also blast Joost's music when filming is done. This was a field day for the crew basically blasting it out how much you love Joost.

"This is the worst day of my lifee!!! What if he sees this?"

"You would like that though."

"NO, I don't think I would!!"

After the interview video was up, you and Joost were trending on twitter. Sure... you were nervous to see what people would say but once you opened the app, all you saw were ship comments.

You couldn't believe it honestly. That people were shipping you two. I mean, you did like it, but it was embarrassing. He could see this and it'll be over for you. What if he finds you weird??? You were kicking your feet and twirling your hair at the thought of Joost...

You decided to post a Instagram post with your favorite song of Joost's, just to get the fans riled up!

You were curious if Joost knew about this whole interview. About if one famous actress got her heart stolen by him.

He knew.

He was freaking out as well. One of his favorite actresses finds him attractive. He was flushed when he watched the video of you and your co-stars talking about this crush of yours.

Joost was getting ready for his own interviews, he knew the question of him knowing about you were going to pop up. Joost wasn't nervous about it, instead he was quite flattered. His ego over the roof. Every other contestants in Eurovision could tell he was in a great mood.

"What has you so happy?" Bambie teased the blue suit wearer, fixing their hair a tiny bit while looking at him. "I'm the same as I am!" Joost chuckled at them, seeing other contestants leave to go to the carpet outside.

"Alright then..." Bambie was going to continue teasing him but they were called out by their manager. Smiling at Joost's direction, giving a low wave bye and staring at him with eyes saying 'we'll talk later'.

As it was his turn to go out with his friends, Appie and Stuntje, he waved at everyone. Stopping every once in a while to answer different questions from people. It was all good and fun until one of the interviewers mentioned you. That's when his confident, funny self turned into a very flustered muttering Joost.

"What do you have to say about Reader's massive crush on you?" Appie and Stunje side eyeing him, waiting for his answer too. "well, I am honestly very flattered that someone beautiful as her would be interested in me."

He smiles, his cheeks pink from embarrassment. He continues, "When I saw the interview, I froze! She is one of my favorite actresses. Reader is amazing at her job!" The interviewer chuckled, satisfied with his answer. "Oh! Well maybe you should message her!"

"No, no! I am too embarrassed to make the first move..." Joost raised his hand up. Putting every finger down expect for his pointer, shaking it right and left multiple times.

"But she is very pretty."

...

LET ME KNOW IF Y'ALL WANT A PART 2!! had to stop it here if i wanted to keep my promise of uploading it soon. tysm for all the requests.

edit: if y'all want to be tagged in part 2, comment pls !!

#joost klein #joost klein x reader #joost klein x you #joost x reader #joost klein fanfic #joost klein fanfiction #joost klein fluff #joost klein x fem reader

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rexneous · 7 months ago

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Quarter Of A Valean Mile Ch 2

5/9/24

9 years later

---Jaune’s garage, Commercial District, City of Vale---

Darkness. There was only darkness. Then there was light.

“Holy halibut!” Jaune groaned as he arose from his rickety twin mattress. “Man, this is what I get for drinking the cheap stuff, this migraine is killing me.” The Arc stumbles as he changes out of his Pumpkin Pete PJs and into some jeans and a black tank top, trying not to wake his slumbering partner, he looks at her long black hair and pointed lynx ears, then lumbers down the stairs.

“Oh!, hey boss” greeted the gruff-looking teenager. He raised his right arm with a Mistrali-style dragon tattoo to give Jaune a playful jab on the shoulder. “You look like crap.”

“Thanks to yOU buying that cheap Heineken stuff instead of Corona like I asked.”

“You and your Corona obsession will kill you one day.” mocked Vince

“Not today though” Jaune laughed as he took a swig of bottled water. “Did Mia finalize the list of parts we need for Race Wars?

“Yes, she finished it last night. Right now she’s at the Edge making the arrangements with Harry. How’s Letty doing?”

“In my room sleeping. Had another nightmare, it took me a while to calm her down.”

“Damn, Letty has been attached to your hip since we took you in nearly a decade ago, and it nearly took all that time for you two to become official”

“Letty would kill you if she heard that, but you're right if I hadn't met you guys I would probably be working for Hei or gods forbid Johnny Tran.”

“Come on, I think you would be a handsome biker. Leather compliments your big ass.”

“Shut up HeHeHe”

“Speaking of Hei, you heard his place got demolished last night”

“Really? No way” questioned Jaune

“Yeah. Apparently, some goldie wrecked the place. Sounds like someone you know?” Accused Vince

“That is libel. Just because I’m blonde it doesn’t mean I know all my kind”

“Sorry to burst your but libel is written. When you yap your gums, it’s slander”

“Sorry. I forgot you literally went to law school. All this talking has made me hungry. What would you want for breakfast, Mr.Goodman?”

“Breakfast? It's 1:30 in the afternoon Jaune.”

“ Shit! I promised my folks I would meet them for lunch.” Jaune quickly put on his shoes and ran out of the garage. “Look over the garage for me!” he yelled.

---Outside the township of Suburra, Vale---

Jaune sighed as he sat alone on the airbus in transit to Suburra reeling, trying not to puke all over the floor. This brings back memories of when he went on an Airbus for the first time: when he moved out. It was scary leaving the only home he had ever known but he couldn't not after all the things that happened after that day. He would never forgive those pricks no matter how hard they kissed his parents’ asses. His grandfather, Flavus founded Suburra with his own two hands even when people said it wouldn’t work so far from Vale, but look at it now: a trading hub of the whole known world. For half his life, his home was where he no longer felt he belonged.

It was a torturous 30-minute ride.

As the airbus landed Jaune thanked the divines he didn’t embarrass himself. As Jaune exited the terminal, dreading the disaster, he called a cab. As the taxi came near, he saw the license plate read, “Fresh” and had dice in the mirror. Jaune could say this cab was rare but disregarded the thought and hopped in. The taxi driver was blonde and scraggly much like Jaune, and really… talkative: Questioning his business here, am I meeting someone, what do I do for a living? ‘F-ing annoying’ He introduced himself, his name was Orion or something he couldn’t remember.

Jaune casually glances at his scroll: 2:15 pm. “Damn, I’m going to be late”

“Say no more boss!” exclaimed Orion as he slammed his foot on the accelerator.

“Wait…Nooooooooooo” Jaune screamed before his body was slammed onto his seat.

The cab zipped through the streets, weaving through the afternoon rush like a maven surgeon stitching up a wound. No one on the road could match such speed and ferocity. It was like he became speed itself. Nothing could stop Orion from getting to the destination. Aaaaaand zoomed right past a speed trap.

Jaune’s heart sank at this realization. ‘This would be the most ridiculous way to go down. Letty, Vince, and the rest of the crew would never let this down.’

*WHOOP WHOOP* That was the sound of the police. One of Vale’s finest was now on their tail. “Hahaha bring it on you Culatello Bastard” challenged Orion. The Bee-like vehicle turned corners like a mad dog; left then right, left, right, left, right, left, right. But Vale PD won’t be easily discarded. “Looks like I need to take it up a notch”. Orion waited until he found an intersection ahead to pull a lever revealing something: N₂O(Nitrous Oxide), simply known as NOS. Orion takes a deep breath, the light turns red and he presses the big red “Release” button. The cab flew past the oncoming cars from the sides leaving the cop to get rear-ended. The officer could only watch helplessly as they got away.

A couple minutes later, the officer stumbles out their door Revealing their copper skin, teal Beret and Combat Skirt, and white boot chaps. “You’re going to pay for that,” they growled. The officer raises their hand to speak into her silver wristwatch “General, Agent Soleil reporting. Status report: phase one is underway. Just as planned”

---Arc Residence, The Township of Suburra, Vale---

Eventually, they arrived at their destination. Jaune looks at his scroll: 2:50 pm. He exited the vehicle and grabbed his bag. “Hey, you are one crazy cabbie” Jaune approached the driver. “But you are one heck of a driver” Jaune digs in his pockets and produces a business card. “Orion, you should consider a job at my garage, you can nurture your talent there.” Jaune puts the card in Orion’s hand.

“Do you mean that?” The cabman blushed.

“Arc’s word! How much do I owe ya?”

“That would be Ⱡ5,762” [About 38 USD]

“Sure” Jaune taps his scroll on the cab’s reader.

“Oh, and another thing: the name is O’Conner, Brian O’Conner” Orion Brian drives off into the distance.

Jaune was now alone in front of the imposing Arc estate. Originally they had a smaller house, but after the attack and the new residents, Hunter and Serana decided to upsize. Jaune was initially against the idea but it beats sharing a room with that pancake-loving ginger. She was sweet but could be too much sometimes. Jaune looked at the enormous colonial house, its white and gold paint still fresh and full of vigor. Jaune took a deep breath and unlocked the door with his scroll.

“John John!” a shrill voice called.

‘Well speak of the devil.’ As soon as that thought was finished all breath left Jaune’s lungs and his arms were pinned to his side—the Valkyrie death hug. “Please, I want to live.”

The Amazon let Jaune down. “Sorry, it has been so long since you’ve been home,” she said sorrowfully. “Come on, Mom and Dad made Flittas they’re like pancakes but you can eat them in the afternoon without judgment.”

“Nora, I have seen you ate a whole stack as a snack”

Nora drags Jaune into the dining room. “Reality is what I make it to be! HAHAHAHA”

As Jaune regained his senses he froze in awkwardness. He was face-to-face with the people he had been hiding from for nearly a decade. His father was at the head of the table with his mother to their right.

Hunter stared at his son, his silver eyes aflame with fury. “So after all this time, you decide to return. What have you got to say for yourself, son?” There was a long pause—the tension- thicker than a plate of disco fries. “HAHAHA Just joking around with you boy!”

Jaune rolled his eyes. He still felt a little hungover and had no patience for this nonsense. “Very funny Dad” Jaune gritted his teeth. “So what’s on the menu, pops?”

“Ah yes, the entrées. For today’s supper, we’ll have some crispy Flittas, Ackee and Saltfish, and to top it off fresh Callaloo. All the ingredients were sourced straight from Azure Island.” Hunter said in a faux French accent.

“I’m sure it will be tasty” Jaune sat at the opposite end of the table, and Nora joined him.

“Les serveurs bring out the food!” Hunter claps his hands.

The door to the kitchen sprung open with Ren and Blake with trays of food in their hands. Ren had a pink apron that read: “PLEASE DO NOTHING TO THE COOK” in bold black letters. ‘Did he have that custom-made?’ thought Jaune. He couldn't help but notice they both had their ring finger bandaged. That wasn’t the strange part it was that the bandages didn’t have a speck of blood on them. They silently line up the food on the table. It smelled amazing; the faint saltness, the flakey crust, and the fresh greens came together to make a sensation that would make even a creature of Grimm cry. Ren went to sit next to Nora and Blake went next to him. Nora looked at Ren salivating, this wasn’t because of the food there was something different on her mind. By the end of the night something in fact will be done to the cook.

“Girls, dinner is ready!” proclaimed the patriarch.

In a flash, red, white, and scarlet-bronze blobs zoom past the visible staircase. Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, and Pyrrha Nikos in the flesh. Weiss was talking to someone on the scroll. She said goodbye and closed the call putting the device in her skirt pocket.

“Hey, Jaune!” said Ruby.

“Good afternoon, Arc.” said Weiss coldly.

“ Oh, Hello again!” said Pyrrha, her cheeks redder than a vial of fire dust and avoiding direct eye contact.

Jaune couldn’t for the life of him understand what the heck Pyrrha’s deal was. She avoided him most of the time he was around but was polite when he managed to start a conversation.

The girls sat on the parallel side to Jaune with Pyrrha directly in front of him. With everyone present the feast began. Sounds of merriment and warmth fill the room. Nora with But something, Jaune noticed, was missing.

“Where is Yang?” Asked Jaune

“Yang sneaked out to a nightclub and got caught” replied Ruby

“That just seems like the usual Yang-scapades”

“She also beat up a dozen people including the owner and trashed the place.”

Damn, Vince was right. “Hahaha, that sounds like her. Wish I could’ve seen the fireworks.”

“Trust me you don’t. I was there and the police questioned me. I was so scared. I’m too adorable to go to prison.”

“That's debatable” interjects Weiss.

Man, Weiss is such a pleasure, isn’t she? Jaune looked at his scroll: 3:35 pm 3 unread messages. He looked at his messages: Vince wanted to know when he would be back for cake(it was his favorite: vanilla ice cream and velvet cake). Jaune texted back: in 30 min.

“Speaking of children. I talked to Whitley earlier, he is coming home from boarding school for his break.”

“He is such a sweet young man. I can't wait to see him again” Serana rejoiced

“ Yeah, he and Ruby are very capable. This is why I organized this special lunch to celebrate her progress in her special training” Hunter’s silver eyes gleamed.

“Thank you, Dad. I appreciate it and what you have done for my sister and the others.

“Cheers!” everyone did a toast.

The announcement made Jaune sick. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. “Sorry to dine and dash but I got a date with destiny” Jaune gets up and makes a beeline for the door.

“Well, I got to go too. I need the latest Weapon Magazine. This month's issue feature is Pistol-Caliber Carbines”

“Hey Jaune, since you’re going the same why not accompany Ruby?”

“Sure, Dad” said Jaune who couldn’t find an excuse to say no.

“Yay family road trip” exclaimed Ruby

---Outside the City of Vale---

It was an awkward flight. Ruby tried to make small talk but Jaune wasn’t having it. He plopped in his headphones and curled into a ball hoping not to spill his lunch all over the place.

---From Dust Till Dawn, City of Vale---

They were in front of the shop after a short walk from the airport.

“Okay, we’re here. Enjoy looking at them firing pins” Jaune turns away from Ruby.

“Pwease >.< big bwothew stay ://// with OwO me XD” pleaded Ruby as she tilted her head and widened her eyes.

Jaune, no matter how hard he could try could resist the temptation of Ruby’s puppy dog eyes. “Okay you win”

“Ha, sucker!” Ruby grabs his hand and Petal Bursts into the store.

“Please Ruby I don’t want to get kicked out.”

The Shopkeep grunted signaling his annoyance.

“Sorry”

At the magazine corner, Ruby became embroiled in the world of weaponry; Vacuan Rifleman, Guns Digest, The SmithBros. Legends, as far as Ruby was concerned. She picked one up gleefully and tore into it as her life depended on it. While Ruby’s mind was entranced Jaune’s mind began to wander: ‘Should I buy some shotgun shells for me and Vince?’ He walks over to the shotgun ammo. ‘Should I get the Winchester Jackal 12 gauge? It’s Ⱡ21,660 for 250 rounds’ [About 140 USD]

“P-please! Just take my Lien and leave!” cried the Shopkeep.

“Shhh, calm down, we’re not here for your money.” said a gentlemanly voice.

‘Fuck’ Jaune heard there was a rise of dust robberies lately but never thought he would be caught up in one. He turns to identify the assailants: an all-black suit with Red Sunglasses and Tie. ‘Man Junior must’ve fallen unto some hard times after Yang wrecked his behind.’ Jaune then notices a particular ginger man in a white trench coat and black bowler hat. ‘Wait. Is that Roman leading them? Man, Hei must be really desperate to loan his men to him’ Jaune tries to think of a plan to dispatch the goons, but before he can…*Whoosh* a red blur passes him by. ‘Man, she threw herself and the goon out the window. Impressive’ With the rest distracted Jaune puts a mook into a sleeper hold and then slams his head on the floor, knocking him out.

“Oh, so you are here too, Lancelot. Trying to foil another one of my operations, I see.” Says the Gentlemen Thief

“Come on, you know the Kuchinashi job was an accident”

“What you did at Kuchinashi was way more than an accident and you know that Lancelot, And unlike then you and your new little Red friend will stay out of my way” Roman proceeds to raise his cane popping out his iron sights revealing it was also a gun. He proceeds to fire—Jaune ducks behind a shelf. This creates a massive hole in the shop wall. Jaune was scared he was outnumbered, without his weapon, and facing down a criminal mastermind. He wondered if this was how his grandfather felt on that fateful day. No. He couldn’t let himself go there he had to see this encounter through. He rolled from his cover.

Jaune scanned the room. There, he spotted Torchwick getting away. ‘He’s getting away’ Jaune starts to chase him until he hears a voice

“Help me, Heeelp” beseeched the Shopkeep. Part of the roof caved in on him due to Roman’s theatrics.

Jaune sighed. He had to help the old man. Papa Arc would be ashamed if he didn’t. He effortlessly moved the heavy debris from the Shopkeep and very slowly assorted him out of the premises to avoid injuring him. Jaune laid him out on the sidewalk. He noticed around him Ruby had knocked out all the goons. “Don’t worry an ambulance is on its way”

“Thank you, young man. Go, help your friend I’ll be alright”

Jaune turns to face the shop and is welcomed with the sound of jets. Ruby and an unknown huntress were continuing the fight on the roof. Torchwich and an accomplice were attempting to escape on a bullhead. The mysterious accomplice and the Huntress were exchanging blows. She is too competent to be one of Junior’s men. Explosions and ice spikes were viciously thrown, but the robbers were victorious and disappeared into the night.

“You’re a Huntress! Can I have your autograph?” Jaune could faintly hear Ruby’s voice.

Knowing Ruby was in safe hands Jaune tried to get out of there. He could get to his garage unnoticed he booked it double time.

“Halt! Vale PD. We’re going to detain you for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand?”

‘Man!’ Jaune had the worst of luck on his birthday.

SORRY FOR THE SUPER LATE UPDATE. A LOT HAS HAPPENED SINCE CHAPTER ONE. I’LL BE BACK WITH MORE SOON. DON'T WORRY IT WON’T TAKE NEARLY A YEAR LIKE THIS TIME. ANY SUGGESTIONS OR CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOMED. THANK YOU FOR READING!

-REX

#rwby #rwby fanfiction #fast and furious

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steele-soulmate · 10 months ago

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 563, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1174

“Hello, Walter!” I greeted the man with a happy smile upon opening the front door. “How are you?”

“Doing well enough!” His eyes were haggard and tired, I could help but notice. “I decided to try and start dating again- Baby Kit could do with seeing me happier, pun not intended.”

“Ah, well I wish you all the best fortune!” I stepped aside to allow Baby Kit to toddle into the house. “Would you like some coffee before you go off again?”

“If it wouldn’t trouble you too much.” He stepped into the house, going into the dining room and pouring some coffee into his empty coffee cup. He stirred in two spoons of sugar and added a strong swig of Half & Half to his drink, mixing everything with a coffee stirrer before taking a quick sip.

“My baby sister should be by any moment,” I stated casually as Baby Tommy wandered over to give Baby Kit a hug. “She’s dropping off her son for a few hours.”

“Ah, Baby Noah, right?” he smiled. “I thank you for you hospitality, but I must be off now!”

“Alright, bye Walter!” I laughed, taking Baby Kit’s Winter jacket from her and hanging it up in the coat closet.

“Bye bye daddy!” Baby Kit called out before beginning to wave over towards the side of the house. Little girl quickly corrected her as Walter pulled out of the driveway and headed down the driveway, yielding for Sammi’s Pumpkinmobile as the two cars did the cha cha dance trying to maneuver around each other.

“Alright now, sweet babies,” I hummed as I watched Sammi neatly parking her obnoxious orange vehicle, getting out and amusing me with the plunging neckline of her t-shirt. She opened the backseat of her Pumpkinmobile and helped Baby Noah out. As she was shutting the door, the happy little man raced up to the front door, which I opened without a second thought.

“Hey MC!” Sammi looked extremely displeased as I held the door open for her. “Well, I got bad news and even worse news. Which one do you want to hear first?”

“Can I pour you a cup of coffee?” I asked her, half watching as Baby Tommy and little girl introduced Baby Noah to Baby Kit.

“The paternity test done on Baby Noah concluded that one Governor Paul Thomas Grantsville is Baby Noah’s biological father,” she huffed. “And now that he’s been officially listed on the birth certificate as the father, he’s been demanding fifty-fifty custody. I’m trying to fight him, but he has better lawyers.”

“Ah,” I mostly stayed quiet as how I didn’t know quite what to say.

“He already called CPS on me more than a dozen times already,” she continued to complain as I poured her a cup of coffee, adding in milk and holding the sugar- just the way she liked it. “I’ve been telling them to come in when they get a police warrant. But MC-” Here, she looked at me. “I’m scared.”

“Well, you can probably hold those false calls against him,” I advised as we watched Baby Noah pressing Baby Kit’s hands to his face. “And show them pictures of your place.”

“I’ve done all that,” she grumbled. “I just don’t want to lose my little man.”

“Sammi, have you ever thought about becoming a respectable woman?” I asked her, halfway knowing what her response would be.

“But I love sex!” she wailed. “Without sex, I’m nothing!”

“Samantha Anne Bradley, look at me.” She gulped audibly before doing as I had just asked her to do. “There’s more to life than being a slut. Now if I were you, I’d go to a doctor to find out why you are so fucking sex crazed, yeah?”

“Easy for you to say, MC!” She shot me a dirty look. “You have eleven inches of steel all to yourself!”

“Yeah, but I don’t want Peter to fuck me raw every moment of every day though!” I scolded her, turning to smile at Peter as he trooped inside with the girls, having been out in the backyard enjoying a rigorous snowball fight. “Hihi my love.”

“Hihi sweetheart.” the outer corners of his eyes crinkled delightfully as he swept my baby sister in for a friendly one armed hug. “Hihi Sammi, how are things going with you?”

“Fuk!” Everyone’s attention was drawn over to where Baby Noah was happily chewing on his hand.

“BABY NOAH!” My husband wore a horrified expression over his handsome face as he promptly had a mid-life crisis. “YOU DON’T SAY THAT WORD- THAT WORD IS A GROWN UP WORD!”

Sammi had been drinking her coffee but started cracking up at my soulmate’s freakout, spraying coffee out through her nose.

“Sammi!” I immediately began to fuss about her, pushing her over towards the dining room table, where I pulled out a chair for her as Peter picked up Baby Noah.

“Oh no, now we have another baby who’s cussing!” he bemoaned dramatically. “I am a bad daddy- my babies are already cussing!”

“My love?” I grouched as Sammi howled and Daisy wandered in, sniffing at the coffee on the floor before abandoning it to offer Sammi a much needed lick on the hand. “Shut up- tend to the babies for me, yeah?”

Little girl skidded into the kitchen, throwing a blanket from the downstairs closet onto the coffee on the floor, Baby Tommy joining her as the two babies quickly worked at mopping up the spilled drink.

“Thank you both, sweet babies!” I cooed as Baby Kit appeared in the doorway, her hand gripping at Mitten’s fur as the motherly cat led the blind child over to the Ratajczyk family patriarch. “Mommy love you both very much!”

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annikuh · 11 months ago

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bruh my partner said he was worried about me because I’m obsessed with cl*ne h*gh and topher because “obsessions are unhealthy” and he’s acting like this is so bizarre for me & i almost laughed in his face. i was like bruh do you KNOW me???? im literally John UnhealthyObsession.

[[strange vent below, I just need to overshare here bc I have far too much to talk abt in therapy tomorrow and not enough time for all of it & this is so stupid that i literally refuse to waste time on it. this a no-judgement zone, if u judge me, ur ableist and I’m dispatching assassins to ur home]]

man’s talking abt “unhealthy obsession” meanwhile:

i got so obsessed with charles manson & squeaky fromme that they became my entire personality. i dyed my hair red for like four years bc of squeaky. i got a tattoo for squeaky. ive read a disturbing amount of books about both of them. I own handwritten letters from both of them. i can think of two separate occasions when I almost ruined a holiday and started swinging on a family member bc they were talking inaccurate shit about these two.

same goes for the several other similar figures I’m obsessed with. I have an entire WALL of memorabilia from/of them, costing truly hundreds of dollars (this is cool to me but apparently highly disturbing to everyone else). I have a copy of Jeffrey Dahmer’s fucking psych reports. I have a fucking piece of fabric used to make the shrouds the heavens gate cult members put over themselves. I’ve written 10+ page papers about some of these mfs. I turn into a feral animal when any of them are brought up, ready with too much knowledge and a desire to fact-check and rant and soapbox. I literally became so obsessed with all of these people i got a degree about it.

when i was 17 i became so obsessed with this one boy that i would sit at my desk for hours writing about him, just straight up filling pages and pages of a journal about him over and over again (this was actually TRUE mental illness i literally reread the pages later on and cried bc it was so sad and scary how out of my mind I was LOL😬). i bought a similar jacket to one he had so i could pretend it was his (this is actually my iconic army jacket; reclaimed). i literally did nothing but think and talk about him for probably at least a year and a half (& I STILL freak a little on the odd occasion that i see him, just on reflex).

I AM LITERALLY SO OBSESSED WITH MY PARTNER TOO HELLO? I talk about him so much and post so many pictures of him that he doesn’t even have to introduce himself to people bc they already know him from me. I live my entire life based around him in ways far too numerous to list and he knows it.

& there is SO much more. so it’s just a little bit funny that he’s worried that i like CH and topher too much bc i talk and think about it all the time; & bc i like to wear the gay little red hat from my topher costume (bc it’s “unhealthy to cosplay as a character all the time” meanwhile im constantly walking around with the riddler symbol on my army jacket and my clear glasses and he doesn’t see anything wrong with it; girl that’s almost full cosplay). compared to some of the aforementioned things above, im living quite the normal life.

like boy clearly you do not understand the depths of my obsession. i have been crazy for many years. your concerns about this issue here are exaggerated and misplaced. all of what im doing now is 100x healthier than anything else i have done or could be doing, especially given the strange mental state I’ve been in. he needs to thank his lucky stars, imo.

“unhealthy” sir this is highly abnormal at worst, let me cook‼️

#annikuh’s speakin #bizarre post sorry to put myself on blast but I just needed to figure this out #I’m over here like losing my mind in a shame spiral for nothing. there is far more wrong with me; this is not worth dying over #there are many other things wrong with me that he can worry about #it’s 3am can u tell

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lusthurts · 1 year ago

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glee tag game

I was tagged by @daisyishedwig - thank you!! :)

Favorite Season 1 Episode: is it cheating to say the pilot?? I think it's either that or Journey to Regionals, because I love how it sets up season 2 while also tying up loose ends. Also, there is literally nothing better than Quinn screaming and giving birth while Vocal Adrenaline does that insane choreography to "Bohemian Rhapsody."

Favorite Season 2 Episode: Probably "Blame It on the Alcohol" because that's one of my favorite episodes in the whole show - it's comedy gold despite the fact that the blatant biphobia that's never resolved makes me so angry it almost overshadows the rest of the episode. "Prom Queen," "Rumours," and "New York" are all runner ups though because I think Blaine, Kurt, and Quinn's storylines in "Prom Queen" are fantastic, the music in "Rumours" is unmatched, and New York is my favorite place in the world so it was really fun to see Rachel and Kurt and everyone finally get the chance to go.

Favorite Season 3 Episode: Hard to say, I love a lot of episodes this season. "The First Time" comes to mind because it's one of my favorites of the musical episodes, and it introduces us to Sebastian. The performances + plot lines in "Hold On to Sixteen" are some of my favorites as well, plus we get Sebastian again. I could go on and on listing all my favorite episodes this season, but I think my ultimate favorite is "Nationals" because it's so rewarding to see all the work they've done finally pay off and all the happiness that brings. It feels like a very complete way to end the season, and nothing makes me feel as good as that episode.

Favorite Season 4 Episode: You may be sensing a theme (Sebastian is that theme lol) but I think "Dynamic Duets" is one of my favorites. It's very ridiculous and goofy while also dealing with the pretty serious storyline of Blaine getting over the breakup and learning to forgive himself, plus it's really what solidifies the Blam friendship which is one of my favorites. I also love "Guilty Pleasures," also because of Blam and Blaine's storylines + "Against All Odds" is one of my all time favorite Blaine songs. I'm also a big fan of "Thanksgiving" because it's so fun to see Quinn again and to get the whole group back together. But yeah, think I'm gonna go with "Dynamic Duets."

Favorite Season 5 Episode: "Movin' Out" comes to mind because A) I love Billy Joel, B) more Blam content, and C) the New York vibes are so fun. But I also love the Blamtina content in "Trio" and the Finn tribute in "City of Angels." This is probably my least favorite season overall, but I do enjoy some of the McKinley episodes before the New York transition happens, even if there are some small things I like at the end (like Rachel getting her dream role in "Funny Girl," the comedy in "Tested," the Blam content in "New New York," etc.)

Favorite Season 6 Episode: again, hard to say, but this time it's because I genuinely don't enjoy most of the plot lines this season. I kinda like "The Hurt Locker" mostly because the Klaine hurt locker is one of the funniest storylines in the entire show, and I'm a Samchel apologist (please nobody come for me). I kinda like "Jagged Little Tapestry" because of the music and "Homecoming" because of all the OGs that come back, but I'm not sure passionate about any of these takes.

Episode that make me cry: "The Quarterback" is an obvious one, but I cry every time I rewatch it (which I only do willingly when I'm doing a complete rewatch). I also cry during "Funeral" and "The Breakup," and I remember I used to sob during "Goodbye" as well.

Episode that make me laugh: basically all of the first half of season 1, the funny bits of "Grilled Cheesus," pretty much all of "Blame It on the Alcohol" except the biphobia, the "Hurt Locker" episodes in season 6, and like honestly most of the show lol

Favorite tribute episode: "Rumours" is one of my favorites because I LOVE Fleetwood Mac. It's not necessarily my favorite for plot, but the music is fantastic. I also like "Michael" because of the Sebastian content, but I'm not the biggest MJ fan. I also want to shoutout "Dance With Somebody" and "Saturday Night Glee-ver" because I really enjoy most of the storylines and music in both episodes.

Favorite Christmas episode: gotta go with "Extraordinary Merry Christmas" because I think it has my favorite Christmas music and I like the silly little TV special.

Episode with the best songs: I seriously cannot pick. There are so many good ones. Again, inclined to say "Rumours" because it's my personal favorite type of music, but I also love the music in the show as a whole so I honestly can't even think other than that. I will say "Cough Syrup" is one of my all time favorite songs even before I saw it on Glee, so "On My Way" gets an honorable mention just for that.

Favorite sectionals episode: "Hold Onto Sixteen" for sure - love the Sebastian content, love the Jackson medley (I know I just said I'm not a huge MJ fan but something about this performance does it for me)

Favorite regionals episode: I think I'm gonna go with "On My Way," although "Journey to Regionals" is a close second. "On My Way" features "Cough Syrup," "Glad You Came," and "Here's To Us" which are all some of my favorite Glee songs plus I enjoyed Sebastian's arc in that episode as well as the Karofsky storyline which I think was done pretty well.

Favorite nationals episode: definitely "Nationals" - I love the setlist, and it feels very rewarding to see the payoff of everything from the first three seasons. I enjoy Rachel's arc and it feels like a nice end to the high school Finn that we've gotten to know (setting him up decent for the last episode and the next season). It's also just fun to see everyone working together. Also, "Tongue Tied" is one of my all time favorite songs and that moment with the champagne and the celebrating is so fun (if we ignore the weird Will/Emma stuff going on at the same time).

Episode most people like but I don't: I mean I'm a Klaine hater lol so a lot of the Klaine episodes that people like such as "Love, Love, Love" and "A Wedding" are episodes I don't particularly enjoy. Even though I love Brittana, I can't get over how young everyone is getting married, especially Klaine who literally just got back together like, an episode earlier??? After resolving zero of their issues?? It makes it so hard for me to enjoy it.

Episode most people dislike but I don't: Okay I have a couple - I admittedly had to look up "most hated glee episodes" to figure this one out though. First is "Lights Out" - which I totally get the hate for, Artie is awful in this episode, and Sam makes me mad too because it's so out of character for him to react the way he did to Ryder. But I do appreciate the Ryder and Kitty character development - it gives nice insight into some characters that are pretty disliked among the fandom. I also kinda like "A Katy Or A Gaga" even though I do agree it's probably the worst tribute episode. The performance of "Roar" is pretty cool imo and I enjoy the acoustic "Wide Awake" and the performance of "Applause." The storylines are mid, but I guess I just kinda like the performances lol

I honestly do not know who to tag lol so I'm just gonna leave this here, and if anyone who follows me watches glee and hasn't done this yet, please do! it's a fun thing to do to reflect on your thoughts on this silly little show :)

#glee

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