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screechingkroh · 2 years ago

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My name is Kroh. As stated in my quick bio right beneath my profile picture, I go by they/them and I'm 21! I'm deep within the AroAce spectrum but the ones I closely identify with are Demiromantic and Asexual! I go by Pacific Standard Time (PST)! Some might know it better as UTC - 8, however.

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tuiccim · 4 years ago

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Santi (Part 5)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2219

Warnings: Fluff, flirt, smut

Trigger Warning: Mentions of sexual harassment/assault and torture

Summary: Six weeks later. You (Santi) and Bucky are learning more about each other.

Santi Masterlist

Day 40

Another morning where you wake up wrapped in Bucky’s arms. It had been almost six weeks since he had moved in. Your relationship was a mixture of passion and ease. Able to kick ass together, be quiet together, and have endless amounts of fun. It just felt right, still.

You extricate yourself from Bucky’s arms and scoot to the end of the bed while Bucky sleepily whines, “Noooo….” while reaching for you.

“Sorry, Sarge. I promised Sam I’d make pancakes.” You say leaning down to kiss him.

“Birdbrain doesn’t deserve them.” Bucky pulls you until you fall on top of him.

“He got back from a hard mission last night.” You squeal as Bucky attacks your neck and puts a hand between your legs.

“You're already wet for me, baby. Stay with me.”

You push Bucky down and straddle him. “We’re gonna have to make it quick. I have to make pancakes.” you whisper against his lips as you line him up with your entrance.

“Fuck.” Bucky groans as you seat yourself fully on his cock. You begin working him in and out of you setting a fast pace. After a few minutes, Bucky grabs your hips and thrusts up into you.

“Yes!” You moan as you move a hand to your clit. The coil in you tightening as Bucky’s cock thrusts deep in you. It only takes another minute and you shatter with a long moan. You clench around Bucky milking him of his release. You lean down to kiss Bucky and then move to get up.

“One more.” Bucky says.

“Orgasm or kiss?” You laugh.

“Both.” Bucky looks at your hopeful.

“Mmmmm...gonna have to be kiss. I need to make pancakes. I’ll make some blueberry for you.”

Bucky harumps but let’s you go.

You are just finishing the first batch of pancakes when Steve and Sam come in. “Morning, guys!” You smile sweetly. “Coffee’s made. How many pancakes you want?”

“All of them!” Sam smirks.

“I’ll just put the platter on the counter and you two can duke it out. Morning, chickies! And Vision.” you say as Nat, Wanda, and Vision wander in and finally, Bucky.

Bucky walks up behind you and puts his arms around you. “Morning, Doll.”He says while kissing the side of your neck.

“Mornin’.” You whisper back, a sappy smile on your face until a sticky piece of pancake lands on your nose and falls down to your shirt. You grab a sausage link and send it flying directly into Nat’s hair.

“Thanks! I forgot to grab some.” Nat smirks.

“No problem. I know it’s the only bit of sausage you’ve gotten lately.” You sass at her.

“Oooohhhhhh!” Sam yells while laughing.

“Santi!” Wanda gives you a look but is obviously holding back laughter.

“Sorry! Here’s some more for you though, Nat.” You toss a second piece at her and she catches it. “By the way, Sam, how’s the receptionist?”

Sam purses his lips and just gives you a look.

“Damn, I am striking out this morning.” You laugh.

“Yeah, you are.” Nat sticks her tongue out at you.

“Didn’t strike out with me this morning.” Bucky whispers in your ear before being hit in the head with a sausage. You both look up and laugh as Steve gives a look. Damn super soldier hearing.

“Okay, okay. Enough with the food fights or I’m gonna get a bag of flour out and fuck you all up!” You yell at the group.

“I’m terrified.” Sam deadpans.

“Next time I make you chocolate chip anything you're gonna have to wonder to yourself ‘are these really chocolate chips or chocolate laxatives?’” You glare at Sam.

“I take it back.” Sam says quickly.

You grin mischievously.

Everyone is in the training room a little later. Most of the guys are working weights or punching bags. Vision is watching Wanda and Nat spar in the ring. You decide it’s a perfect day to pull out the silks. No one is using the open mats. With missions and life you had never gotten around to pulling them out to show Bucky as promised. You pull the aerial silks out of the locker and go over to the rarely used climbing rope at one end of the gym. Securing the silks around yourself, you climb the rope until you can pull yourself up to the beam it hangs from. Walking across the beams towards the anchor for the silks when you hear Bucky’s voice.

“Santi! What the hell are you doing?”

“Attaching my silks.”

“What if you fall?” He yells.

“It’ll hurt.” you say sarcastically. It would hurt like a bitch but you'd heal.

Steve pipes up, “We have machinery to do that, Santi.”

“Takes too long.” You say as you attach the silks to the beam.

“Santi!” Bucky yells.

“Seriously, guys, stop. This beam is 6 inches across that’s bigger than a freakin balance beam.” To prove your point you do a back handspring on the beam. “See, piece of cake.” Bucky looks like he's going to throw up for a second. You pull on the silks to test them and then gently slide off the beam.

Bucky gasps and you look down at him from midair. You slide down to the floor to check on him. He looks like he swallowed a fly. “Hey. I’m fine. I know what I’m doing. Are you okay?”

“Just don’t like heights much.” Bucky says.

“I get it, but nothing is going to happen. I’ve done this for almost 50 years. God, that makes me sound so old.” You laugh. “Even if I fall, I’ll heal. Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bucky says.

“Look, if it’s gonna freak you out too much I won’t do this while you’re here.” You look into his eyes.

“No, Doll. I’ve wanted to see you do it since you told me about it. I just didn’t think about you being so high up.”

You pull him in for a quick kiss and then get back to the silks. You show him some simple moves. Mostly using the silks to do climbs and wraps. Eventually you perform a wrap sequence that prepares you for a drop. Usually, this would be done as a surprise for the audience, but knowing Bucky’s anxiety you say to him, “I’m gonna do a drop. I’ll stop a few feet from the floor, okay?”

“Yeah, Doll.”

You drop down and hear him still gasp. You end up in an upside down stretch and smile at Bucky. He walks over and you’re basically face to face. “You know, you look pretty amazing wrapped up in red silk.” He whispers.

“You two still playing house?” You hear from behind you.

Maneuvering around and out of the wrap, you exclaim, “Tony!” You run over to him and give him a big hug. It’d been a couple of weeks since you had seen him.

“Enjoying the silks?” Tony smirks.

“Well, I’m still waiting for you to get me some of Peter’s web shooters.” You nudge him.

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” Tony snarks. “Manchurian Candidate, can I get a minute?”

Bucky looks surprised, “Yeah.” They walk off together leaving you wondering what was going on. You look over at Steve who shrugs but is eyeing them also.

Going back to the silks you do a few more tricks and start doing some swinging and twists. The silly fun stuff that you don’t get to do often. You jump down and take a running leap at the silks, twisting yourself up into them while sailing through the air. You feel pure joy bubbling up in you as you feel the air rush past you.

“Hey, Mother Teresa, you enjoying yourself?” Tony’s voice breaks through.

You look around to see everyone smiling and realized for a moment you had let go of your mental hold on emotions. “I’m so sorry! I was remembering performing and I just… I’m sorry, guys.” You say as you pull back and tamp down.

“Nobody will ever need Prozac with you around.” Tony laughs as he turns to leave.

Bucky puts an arm around you and murmurs, “It’s okay, doll.”

“No, it’s not. I shouldn’t let myself lose control like that.” You say.

“Nobody cares.” Bucky retorts.

“It’s still a violation. I forced something on them.”

Nat walks up, “Hey. It’s okay.”

“Thanks.” You say but you’re not able to meet her eyes. “I’m gonna put them away.” Bucky stops you before you walk away.

“Hey. You are allowed to feel happy.” Bucky says.

“I’m not allowed to force it on others!” You nearly shout bringing everyone’s attention to you. You bury your face in your hands trying, unsuccessfully, not to cry. The next thing you know the entire team is surrounding you. Wanda puts an arm around your waist.

“It’s okay, Santi.” Steve says. “You had one unguarded moment in how long? Months? Years? It can happen to anyone.”

“Yeah, and at least it didn’t happen in the middle of one of you two’s marathons. Can you imagine everyone in the building reacting to that?” Sam grins at his own wit.

Your face is still in your hands as you start to snort and then the laughter rolls out of you. You look up at the team that has become your family and laugh through the tears. No matter what they love and accept you. Even through the mistakes. You move to give Sam a hug and then Steve.

“Okay, now, I want to see another drop because that was cool as hell, Saint. Let’s go!” Sam claps his hands.

“Sure thing, Falcon.” You go back to the silks and perform a few more tricks for your friends before everyone goes back to finish their training. You decide to leave the silks up. You really should enjoy them more often. Afterwards you finish your circuit and head for a shower. When you come out of your bathroom you find Bucky sitting on your bed, freshly showered himself, elbows on his knees and a strange expression on his face.

“Is everything okay? What did Tony want?” You ask.

“Tony was just telling me about some nano technology he’s working on. He says he may be able to develop a kind of skin for my arm to make it look real if I’m interested.”

“Are you interested?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Would you like it?”

“I like you just as you are and however you want to be.” You say going over to him. You are only in a towel and fully expect him to pull it off of you when you get close, but he looks up at you and his eyes are a bit red. “Bucky, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Sit down, please.” He says.

“Okay.” You sit next to him and you both turn to face each other. A feeling of dread is welling up in you. “Are you upset about earlier?’

“No. I just need to ask you something.”

“Anything.”

“What happened to you?” He says.

“I just let go for a second. I was having fun and…”

“No.” He interrupts. “You are so worried about forcing something on someone. What happened to you?”

“A lot of things have happened to me, Bucky. I’m a fairly attractive woman. I’ve had plenty of unwanted attention and my power can only control what people feel, not what people do.” You say carefully, not quite meeting his eyes.

“First, you’re a damn beautiful woman.” He puts his hands to your cheeks and forces you to look him in the eyes. “Second, there’s more to it than that.”

“Bucky, I worked undercover. I’ve had to do a lot of things that I didn’t want to. I’ve had to hurt people, kill people to prove loyalties. Seduce people to keep myself alive. I’ve been beaten and tortured. All for the job. All to protect innocent people. It wasn’t easy. I don’t want anyone to ever feel like I didn’t give them a choice. I’ve had mine taken from me enough.” You put your hands over his on your cheeks and lean into his touch. Tears begin to roll down your face. “I know you understand that. It’s one of the reasons I feel safe with you.”

Bucky kisses the tears from your cheeks and then kisses your mouth. He leans into you, laying you back on the bed, and opens the towel wrapped around you. You reach for him eagerly, wanting to feel the security of his arms and his thrusts filling you to wipe away all the terrible memories. You push his sweatpants down desperate for him to enter you. He shuffles them down his thighs enough to free his cock. He thrusts into you with desperation. A deep need to feel each other and connect. You pull your knees up and grab onto him, reveling in the feeling. Your orgasm washes across you like a tidal wave as you whisper Bucky’s name over and over again. He shudders above you as he reaches his release.

He rolls both of you to your side and you just lay looking at each other for a moment.

Bucky takes a deep breath, “I love you.”

Your eyes widen in shock and joy. “I love you, too.”

This time his kiss is slow and sweet.

Part 6

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charmspoint · 4 years ago

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One day I will stop disappearing. (1) the first ask about ships. Red Mars isn't lost yet, so what about Suwa and Takeuchi? (2) the second ask is about ships. 1,17,18, but maybe there is some question that you would like to answer, but no one asked it? (3) ask about mutual. I'm sorry, but I can't make sense of the question. Now I feel a little silly.

Please don’t worry about it! I do these for fun and when I need to get my mind off of things or just want something to talk about so don’t feel obliged to do them all hjbh this isnt your job, I won’t mind if you disappear and miss some. I appreciate it a lot that you do all of them I just don’t want you to feel like you have to you knowhgvhvvh <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

This got long so under the cut

Send me a ship to rate

Suwa x Takeuchi

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

I am the only one writing stuff in this fandom so I can do what I want uwu. I do ship them exclusively queerplatonically tho, I can’t imagine either of them having romantic or sexual feelings for each other. And I doubt we will get much more backstory on them then we already got (tho i am expecting we’ll get more from Suwa since his is more set up) but I’m just very interested in the time before the other vampires joined, the two of them would be all alone in a building full of humans. There is also the idea that Suwa was feral for a long time and we don’t know how he got out of it so I like to imagine Takeuchi figured smtng out, he’d be all over something like that. So I like to imagine the two of them simply finding home in each other as two things of same in the middle of a world they no longer belong to. It’s that feeling of home, acceptance and belonging I get when I think about them, rather than any romantic or sexual feelings.

Shipping asks

1. What was your first OTP?

HhHhhH The first one i remember is Soul X Maka from Soul Eater. Soul Eater was the first anime I watched when i was like ???? 11-12. And obviously since i was that age i consumed other media before that and probably saw other relationships but for life of me I can’t remember them. That’s probably because when I discovered Anime i discovered fanfiction too so Soul x Maki is the first ship i remember actually searching and reading fics for, sorta getting involved into a fandom for the first time, tho i wouldn’t be actively involved until i started writing for Durarara. I still haven’t rewatched Soul Eater in its completion since i watched it that first time ;-; Every like 5 years or so my brother and i will start a rewatch and never get very far hjbhjhj we watched it together first so we wanna rewatch it together too but maybe at this point we should just watch it separately. We aren’t very good at watching shows we actually like together hvhjh

17. Are there any popular ships that you just don’t like? What are they?

As I said I think my shipping tastes run p vanilla so I usually like the popular ships or at least don’t mind them much. That being said I did think of few.

Endhawks – I used to be passionately against this because I passionately hated Endeavor but since my feelings for Endeavor simmered down my feelings for this ship also simmered down from ‘THIS WAS MADE IN HELL’ to ‘gross no’. While I do think it’s best for Enji and Rei to separate or at least distance themselves, I hate this idea of Enji immediately getting into another relationship with someone that much younger then him who idolizes him. Like my man, that’s just not what you do when you are recovering from being abusive towards ur last spouse, that’s just a recipe for disaster. I do like their relationship as friends tho but I don’t like the idea of Hawks healing Enji or being a relationship where he can finally really fall in love or something because that just makes me very uncomfy.

Gojohime – apparently this is??? Pretty popular??? I had no idea until Foxy told me ppl were legit considering it endgame. Like…I’m just really not into ships where the guy and girl obviously hate each other and don’t get along and the way Gojo acts around Utahime can classify as nothing but piggy tail pulling. I like ships in which Gojo is compelled to act more mature and responsible but not ships that make it seems like his partner would be his babysitter or his mom or something and that’s v much the vibe this ship is giving me.

Itadori x Nobara – this ship doesn’t have bad vibes I just HEAVILY prefer them as besties. I like that JJK has little to no romantic fumblings and that the main three can just be friends J it’s refreshing. It just wouldn’t feel right for me if they hooked up.

18. What is your favorite unpopular ship?

So this is kind of interesting thing to ask cuz most of my ships that aren’r popular come from me uhhhh roleplaying bnha for over 3 years I think now. Yeah so I used to be super involved into the bnha roleplay community and the thing is with roleplay that you start looking for popular ships (My first was Tododeku) and then it kind of….goes off all over the place with time. The thing is roleplay servers die out and you follow people elsewhere. Sometimes you stay with the entire group, sometimes you just follow 1-2 people you really like. You change servers, you change groups, you stick by the few ppl you really like roleplaying with and eventually you ship together whatever the fuck because at that point the partner is more important than the ship. With a good partner you can make everything work. I mained Hawks, Shouto, Shinsou and sometimes Tamaki and one of my fav rp partners (we mostly rp ocs now) mostly mained Sero so….we did a LOT of Seroroki. I very rarely this ship anywhere but it was very fun we did it in a lot of aus. Same goes for Izuku x Sero X Shouto which we did with another friend in such a nice domestic au it was great. Also Momo x Shinsou with another partner, we didn’t do this for long because the server shut down soon after but uhhh they did yandere Momo and it was such a fantastic performance it sold me on yanderes forever.

Some honorary mentions of other crack ships I did: Midnight x Hawks, Kurogiri x Hari x Kai, Tamaki x Camie, Shishikura x Shouto.

That’s just off the top of my head all of these were surprisingly very good and fun, as I said, the partner matters not the ship. I think this is why I’m like way more lax in shipping in bnha then like in jjk. In jjk I need a ship to have a chemistry I can consider at least somewhat romantic to consider it, in bnha just fuckin everything goes because I’m so used to it just being this sandbox I can do anything in.

Uhh as for bonus question uhhh

29. Do you like OCs (Original Characters)?

I like ocs a whole lot I have a metric shit tone of them and I’d like to talk about them but idk how to start in a way that would be interesting to anyone ;-; rip

#justfreshapple #ask game #the writing on the post actually started to buffer so i had to stop jhbjhbj

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years ago

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Hello! After easing back into writing and regaining my inspiration, I’ve decided to begin a dedicated search for partners! Name’s Noeul, but I go by a myriad of other nicknames. I’m 22, non-binary, located in the US, Central Timezone. Fan of Kpop (EXO, VIXX and ATEEZ), movies, anime, video-games, photography and travel! I consider myself to be very friendly and laid-back, and maybe even a bit too loyal for my own liking haha.

Before I get into the important details of what I’m looking for and my general set of rules and whatever else, I want to address one thing that has unfortunately become a problem for me: please, please do not reply to this ad if you are going to ghost/suddenly block me without warning.

And to add, while writing is a passion for me and it helps me deal with a lot of my personal issues, I am not looking for critique or constant negative remarks and ridicule aimed at me. I am still dealing with past harmful encounters and I ask that if you have a penchant for being critical (even in sarcasm) of your partners, you should move on from my ad.

Okay, so now to the fun stuff–

I have eleven years of writing experience, and I write in third person past tense only, multi-paragraph to novella style. I am that type of person that really likes to get into my characters’ heads, and I really enjoy laying out their thoughts in detail. I don’t like pressuring anyone to do the same; if you want to write just a few paragraphs, that is perfectly fine! As long as the story progresses I am cool with whatever length you reply with. Generally, I can be expected to send out replies within a day, but sometimes I may only be able to get one out every few days or once a week if my life gets hectic; I’ll always let you know if I think a reply isn’t going to get sent for a bit.

I enjoy communication outside of the RP and would love to get to know each other; I love sharing moodboards, draws/sketches of my/our characters, aesthetics, playlists, silly memes that remind us of our characters, anything and everything to do with the stories. I’d rather it not be just ‘two strangers exchanging words but not actually saying anything,’ you feel?

I write all genders but predominantly lean to male/non-binary/genderqueer, and I favor fantasy/modern supernatural/dystopian/sci-fi/futuristic genres with a dislike of slice of life (unless there’s a twist). I’m not bothered by mature themes and pretty lax with most topics; your limits are my limits so please do tell me of any triggers you have before we begin writing. Not looking for smut/romance-centered plots (if explicit scenes are about to happen, I’d like for it to fade-to-black, no exceptions, sorry), but I am totally cool with sexual themes, innuendos, stuff like that.

I don’t really have a giant list for pairings, plots, settings whatever else at this time. But some things I am NOT interested in are: Mafia, very base supernatural (vampires and werewolves for example - I don’t care if you have these types of characters, I just don’t want it to be the central theme of the story), medieval, Hunger Games type of worlds, and some magic-type plots. As much as I like the concept of a fandom-based story, I prefer OC plots–

That said! I have a giant list of “pre-made” OCs that I prefer to use in lieu of creating new folks. I know this isn’t everyone’s thing and I get that, but my characters have been with me for a long time and I just can’t commit to making totally new identities for stories. I enjoy having large casts for our stories and I really prefer to have platonic/familial/enemies/whatever type of relationships! I’m not against romantic relationships completely, but it will have to be something to discuss further down the road of getting to know each other.

One last thing– I really prefer writing over email (or Google Docs if need to), and communicating via discord! Plus discord makes it easy to reply back quickly since my phone notifies me!

So I believe I covered most of the essentials, but feel free to ask me about anything I left out! If you think we would be a good match then please do contact me! I look forward to meeting new people! ^^

Email: [email protected]

Discord: noeul#7777

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helloalycia · 5 years ago

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cheater [two] | kara danvers

summary: just when you thought you were getting over your ex, she manages to find a way to weasel her way back in and make you doubt what you thought you had

warning/s: none.

author's note: I'll be posting part 3 tomorrow (the final part) so stay tuned! I've also got a lena imagine coming up the day after! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone! :)

part one | part three | masterlist | wattpad

Kara was becoming a frequent presence more and more in life as time went on. She was always there for me to count on, even when I didn't know I needed it, and I was extremely grateful. I wasn't even sure why she ever took a liking towards me, but I was lucky she did.

She'd come over to mine every other evening and invited me over to hers as well, and I welcomed the distraction whilst in the healing process of Anna and I's breakup.

I'd see the she-devil around work as little as I could manage, along with her new girlfriend – because of course they were dating now – but I tried not to let it affect me. Every time I found myself self-deprecating, I tried to remember it wasn't my fault. She was just a shitty person.

Eventually I stopped getting pitiful looks off people around the office. It wasn't helping with my self-esteem. Kara was a big help with that though, managing to glare people into looking the other way. It was funny after a while, how she stuck up for me like nobody had before.

I wanted to thank her somehow, for being there for me, but I wasn't sure what to do or how to even go about it. I wanted it to be meaningful, but I was never good at saying things outright. Maybe I could write it, I was always better with written words...

"...could do with a bagel right about now," Kara said, practically salivating at the thought.

I laughed, raising an eyebrow. "We literally just ate lunch. You're always hungry."

"Girl's gotta eat," she said simply, patting her stomach.

I rolled my eyes playfully, looking back to my computer for a moment. I was browsing Amazon for a new bookshelf and I asked Kara over to my desk for her opinion.

"This one," I said, turning my monitor around so she could see. "It doesn't look too hard to put together and it would fit well next to my TV, right?"

She leaned down to get a better look, nodding her head. "Yeah, that could work. Are you good at putting things together?"

I almost snorted. "No way."

"I can help if you want," she said with a laugh. "I'm pretty good at DIY if I do say so myself."

"Cheers." I smiled with amusement, watching how her eyes lit up at my dismay. Worth it.

My smile faded when I heard the irritating voice of Katy. I saw she was in our department, talking to one of the other reporters. Her whole being infuriated me and I could never control my annoyance when I saw her. She glanced at me, smirking, before continuing her chat with whoever.

"I can mix her coffee with laxatives if it makes you feel better," Kara spoke, gaining my attention. It took me a moment to realise what she said, and when I looked at her, I saw the seriousness in her eyes.

I cracked a smile, shaking my head. "You can't do that."

She mirrored my smile, shrugging. "Well, I could, but I shouldn't."

"There should be hearing aids invented that simply tune out her voice," I said, rolling my eyes a little. "She really bugs me."

"Yeah, it sucks, but at least it's a very rare occurrence that she's here," Kara said, trying to find the bright side of things.

"I guess, but– woah!"

I widened my eyes when I saw Kara suddenly reach in front of my face, catching a pencil sharpener in her hand. She looked down to me with concern and also surprise, before looking up to see where it came from.

"Oh my god, Y/N, that was totally my bad," Katy apologised, approaching my desk.

I stared up at her, surprised at the hint of mischief in her expression.

"That was supposed to go to Jack," she continued, pointing to the desk behind me. "I've got terrible aim."

Something told me only half of that was true.

"You should be more careful next time," Kara said, dropping the sharpener into Katy's hand. She was definitely not impressed as she added, "That could have hurt someone."

"Sorry," Katy repeated, flashing us an 'apologetic' smile before leaving to give Jack the sharpener.

I breathed out with relief, only just realising how close of a call that was. I looked to Kara appreciatively.

"Nice reflexes."

"Yeah," she said, half heartedly, still watching Katy with narrowed eyes, before looking to me. "You okay?"

"Thanks to you," I pointed out. "You really are my own personal hero."

Kara smiled, rolling her eyes as if to distract from the pink spreading across her cheeks. "Whatever."

I scrunched my nose, smiling at how cute she looked, before looking back to my computer. "I guess I'm buying a bookshelf. And you're gonna help me, right?"

"Right."

"Awesome."

***

Some more time passed before I realised how I wanted to thank Kara. It wasn't a big deal, nothing flashy or exciting. In fact, it wasn't the best thing ever, but it was all I could think of that didn't seem silly or fake.

I wrote her a letter. It thanked her for being there for me throughout everything, and how her being there brought us closer together as friends which I was grateful for. It said how I was lucky to have her in my life and so was anybody else who had her, too. She was gracious and kind one of those rare, beautiful souls that I couldn't let go by unnoticed without at least thanking properly.

I knew she didn't like big gifts and lavish presents, so I didn't bother. It wouldn't have felt right anyway – I wanted something more personal. So, I had the note ready to give with some flowers and a little Supergirl keyring that was soon to be explained.

I heard her knock on my door after work and that's when I readied the gifts on the kitchen counter.

"Hey," I greeted the blonde when opening the door.

She looked up and smiled brightly when she saw me. "Hey, I found those Jaffa Cakes you said you missed from home on the way here and thought I'd buy them for the movie." She held a packet of Jaffa Cakes in the air excitedly. "What d'you think?"

I stepped to the side to let her in, accepting the Jaffa Cakes, and grinned widely, unable to contain my appreciation.

"Kara, these aren't just something you 'find' on the way here," I told her, looking up to see her staring at me with anticipation. "You would have had to go to some sort of special store or something. Somewhere that specialises in British sweets and stuff."

Kara waved her hand dismissively. "It wasn't that hard."

I raised an eyebrow knowingly.

She suppressed a smile. "Okay, it was a little hard."

I laughed and moved forward, surprising her with a big hug. She chuckled, returning the embrace.

"If I knew Jaffa Cakes would make you this happy, I would've brought you a lot more," she joked as I pulled away.

"I've got something for you," I said, meeting her eyes with excitement.

"Not Jaffa Cakes I hope, otherwise this is embarrassing."

"Kara!"

"I'm kidding, go on," she said, laughing contagiously. "What have you got, Y/N?"

I put the Jaffa Cakes on the kitchen counter before grabbing the three items I wanted to give her.

"Well, that's a lot," Kara joked again, but I saw the appreciation glimmer in her eyes.

"Come sit down," I said, leading her to the couch. She followed and joined me as I sat down, facing her. "This is a thank you gift. It's kind of dumb, a little embarrassing, but I want to give it to you."

Kara had a smile permanently stuck on her face as she watched me. It made me feel a little nervous under her gaze, but I kept going.

"So, I wrote you a letter because I'm really bad at saying things," I explained, holding out the envelope. "English. Saying– speaking English. God, why am I so nervous?"

She laughed and accepted the envelope.

"But yeah, that's everything. So, you can read that first," I finished, nodding.

I watched hesitantly, as she pulled the note from the envelope and opened it up. Her eyebrows scrunched together with concentration as she read, and I knew I'd written a lot but it didn't make me any less patient to see what she'd say afterwards.

After what felt like forever, she looked up with an expression I couldn't read.

"I made it weird, didn't I?" I said, chewing on my lower lip.

Kara pressed her lips together and shook her head. "Y/N... I... you have a wonderful way with words."

I breathed out with relief.

"Thank you for saying those things," she said, resting a hand on mine, sending shivers up my arm. "It was sweet. And you're welcome."

I smiled softly. "I'm glad you like it." I held out the flowers adding, "These are for you. Just a little something extra."

Kara chuckled, accepting the flowers. "They're beautiful."

"And finally, there's this," I said, holding out the little blue box. "It's kinda stupid, but yeah."

She accepted the box, too, opening it up to reveal a Supergirl keychain.

"So, Supergirl is National City's hero, right? Well, I thought it would be funny because you're, well, you're mine. I mean, you helped me through my shitty breakup, and even before then, you've always been a big help with work. I just thought it could be a little reminder that I'm grateful for all the good you do. Like Supergirl, y'know?"

Kara lifted the keychain from the box and laughed, nodding her head. "This is amazing, Y/N. I love it."

"You do?"

"Yes," she said, lowering the keychain and meeting my eyes with her excited blue ones.

"Good. I... good."

She grinned, leaning forward to give me a quick hug. I smiled to myself, glad she liked it. My hammering heartbeat relaxed when we pulled away.

"Now to find a place to put it," she said, making me chuckle. "Wait a minute..." She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her keys, attaching the keychain onto them, joining a fluffy cat and some other keys. "There. Perfect."

"Perfect."

***

I watched as the barista put whipped cream on my hot chocolate and sprinkled chocolate powder on top, making me excited. It was a chillier day in National City today, so I was picking up a drink on my break at Noonan's when I felt a familiar presence beside me.

"Y/N, hey."

I glanced over my shoulder and swallowed hard when I saw Anna, smiling awkwardly at me.

"Here you go," the barista grabbed my attention, placing my drink in front of me. "Enjoy!"

"Cheers," I said, grabbing my cup, before turning around to see Anna still, watching me. "Er, hey."

"I see you're also on your break," she noted, nodding to the drink in my hand. "Tea?"

I shook my head, still wrapping my head around the fact that we were speaking. I'd been successfully avoiding her for a few months now, and eventually I got over her and what she did to me. I didn't understand why she was attempting to talk to me now though – surely she had gotten the hint?

"Hot chocolate," I corrected her, pursing my lips, unsure whether to leave.

Anna accepted her drink from the barista before glancing at me. "It's been a while since we've spoken. I've been meaning to have a chat with you. I know you didn't want to speak to me, but I thought that it's been a while since then, so maybe you're up for it now?"

I raised my eyebrows. "I don't really know what there is to say, Anna."

"Please," she added, her voice suggesting a hint of desperation. "I won't be long."

I felt the heat from my hot chocolate in my hand remind me that I was going to head back to CatCo, but Anna seemed like she had something important to say. And I felt like I was emotionally mature enough to finally hear her out, or at least be civil with her, for the sake of our work relationship.

"Yeah, sure, okay," I agreed reluctantly, before leading her to a table by the window.

We sat opposite each other, clutching our takeaway cups nervously, unable to meet each other's eyes. Until finally, she spoke.

"You seem well," she said softly, and I could feel her gaze on me, "since, y'know..."

"Since I broke up with you after you cheated on me," I reminded her, meeting her eyes.

She licked her lips, nodding. "Right."

"What was it exactly you wanted to talk to me about, Anna?"

"I broke up with Katy," she said abruptly.

"It wasn't exactly a relationship destined to work out considering the circumstances in which it formed, was it?"

She gave me a knowing look. "Y/N."

I shook my head. "What do you want me to say, Anna? How would you like me to react?"

She was staring into my eyes as if expecting me to know what she was thinking, but I didn't. Not anymore.

"I honestly couldn't care less if you broke up with her," I said, truthfully. "It doesn't affect me. Quite frankly, nothing you do affects me. I've moved on."

"I shouldn't have cheated on you."

I breathed out slowly, trying to contain any oncoming anger I was feeling. "I don't care anymore."

"It's nice that Kara is helping you through," she added, a hint of jealousy in her voice, making me roll my eyes.

"Sure is."

"Are you guys a thing or something?"

I stared at her dumbfounded. "You're kidding, right?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. She was deadly serious.

I chuckled with distaste. "You think I owe you an answer? After everything you did to me?"

"So you are together," she said, a little disappointedly.

I clenched my jaw. "No, Anna, we're not. We're just friends if you must know. Not that it's any of your business."

She nodded, glancing down at her coffee cup with a hint of a smile. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes once again.

"Did you wanna talk to me just to remind me of all the shit you put me through?"

"No, no... that's not it," she said, meeting my eyes again. "I broke up with Katy."

I sighed. "You said."

"I broke up with her because I'm still in love with you."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise. Definitely wasn't expecting that.

"You don't seem mad about that," she pointed out hopefully.

"I don't seem happy either," I bursted her bubble, zoning back into reality. "This ought to be good."

"I'm serious, Y/N," she began, what I think was, sincerely. "I'm in love with you still."

I stared at her, so fed up of feeling everything because of her. I didn't even know how to react – I knew I didn't love her, I stopped a long time ago. But I was so exhausted with dealing with what she put me through that my brain didn't know what to do as she was speaking.

"You remember the part where you cheated on me, right?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"You're not taking this seriously," she decided.

"You bet your arse I'm not taking this seriously," I agreed, narrowing my eyes. "You broke my heart, Anna. You went off and slept with another woman whilst we were together – you cheated. You made me feel like shit."

"I know that," she said regretfully. "I know. I was horrible! I didn't appreciate what I had, okay? You were always so nice and loving. You cared about me so much and it became suffocating, infuriating! I hated it, that we were so..."

"Perfect?" I filled in for her, feeling a lump forming in my throat.

"Exactly," she said, her eyes softening as they met mine. "You loved me too much and I hated it then, but I miss it now. I miss us. I'm here to ask you for another chance."

I pursed my lips, wondering how on earth she thought she could have me back after everything she'd done. And now knowing why she'd cheated in the first place, something I thought I never needed to know... I didn't want to admit it, but it fucking hurt.

"You just told me that my love, the way I treat the people I care about, is suffocating," I said, swallowing hard. "Why the hell would I want to be in a relationship with you? Aside from the fucking obvious?"

I pushed my stool out and stood up, grabbing my bag and hot chocolate.

"Y/N, no, wait–!"

"You know, I don't remember you being this much of an arsehole when we were together," I said, staring at her one last time before storming past her and out of Noonan's.

As I headed back to CatCo, I tried to understand what the hell just happened. I was over Anna – I'd worked so hard to get over her, and with Kara's help, I had. I was convinced that I didn't need to know why she cheated, I mean, why does anyone cheat? I didn't think there'd be a reason. But now, knowing that there was a reason, and it was because of me apparently, it hurt. That same pain I felt those few months ago after finding out she was cheating, returned, even if it was for a split second.

Was I really too much when with those I cared about? Did I care too much? Was I too kind? Too loving? I didn't think that was possible, but now... I shouldn't have believed anything Anna said, yet it was lingering in the back of my head and I couldn't get rid of it.

When I reached my desk, I sat down and tried to get on with some work, but my head was still elsewhere, processing what Anna had told me. She still loved me, okay, that didn't bother me as much. I didn't love her at all, not anymore, not after how she treated me. She cheated on me because I was too much for her, too 'perfect'... that one was still a horrible thought embedded in my mind now. I had ironically pushed her away because I cared too much about keeping her close.

I'd barely gotten any work done when I saw a message pop up on my computer screen. It was from Kara, who was probably sat at her desk on the other side of the room.

KARA: Hey, we still on for takeaway and a movie tonight at mine? I'll let you pick the food.. :D

I was about to respond with a 'yes', but then I thought about what Anna said. I hated that she was making me second guess my friendship with Kara, but if what she said was true, then the last thing I wanted to do was push Kara away because I was too clingy.

ME: I think I'm gonna be staying late tonight to finish some work off. Maybe next time?

Yeah, that would work. I just needed to hold off for a bit. Kara and I had been hanging out quite a bit lately, and after giving her that keyring we– god, that keyring! That was so stupid! That was clingy, for sure. If I kept this up, caring for her too much, she might end up like Anna – feeling suffocated and trapped. I needed to slow it down. Give Kara some space to have a life, too. She'd been there for me so much that I barely let her do her own thing. It surely must have been annoying for her. The last thing I wanted was her hanging out with me because of some obligation she felt she had.

KARA: oh, okay, that's fine! anything I can help with? I don't mind staying back with you

ME: I should be okay, thanks anyway

I saw she wrote something else, but I decided to leave it at that and get on with my work. I still felt my heart hurting a little, and I wasn't sure if it was because of what Anna said or because of my newfound fear of losing Kara at my own hand.

#kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagines #kara danvers imagine #kara danvers #melissa benoist #supergirl x reader #supergirl imagine #supergirl

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erudite-rebel · 4 years ago

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💘 + have you already got Qrowbleck? If you have, make it unbound fate instead.

(I have not gotten Qrowbleck, but if you wanna send the latter again go ahead)

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

(under cut because LONG)

where they first met and how

On the Beacon roof. Oob ran away from the cafeteria because he refused to sleep in the crowded room and Qrow ended up meeting him up there. Their introduction was extremely brief and Qrow beat a fast retreat.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

Flirting didn’t begin until Oob worked up the courage to approach the unapproachable again in the library. He spotted Qrow reading in the corners and avoiding people and approached him, and when Qrow didn’t tell him to piss off he sort of glommed on and they became friends. Flirting was unconscious on Barty’s part. He had a stupid crush and he paid a lot of compliments, and they both existed in squishy existence for some time before someone made a move, which in fact predated any dating.

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

Barty, but he wasn’t really aware of the nature of it at first. The more Qrow grew to like him and how honest Barty was the quicker he fell after.

where their first date was and what it was like

Barty asked Qrow out, and he took him to the natural history museum because he found out Qrow didn’t know what a dinosaur was.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

Barty asked Qrow. He was nervous and he stuttered over it and Qrow was terrified Barty had figured out who he was.

who proposes first

I am not actually sure at all. Neither of them consider themselves the marrying type, and it entirely depends on how the relationship progresses. Chances are Barty does the asking though, and he tries to follow any tribe traditions if he’s learned about them.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

Neither would scream it to the roof tops, neither would hide it

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )

Alone in the woods, in nature

if they adopt any pets together

A dog and many cats. Qrow wants an unusual looking dog, Barty wants a big one, and they settle on an afghan. Both of them are guilty of cat adopting.

who’s more dominant

They both fluctuate but Barty is more dominant in bed most of the time.

where their first kiss was and what it was like

Qrow kissed Barty to shut him up. It lead to a bit of a physical FWB for a bit while neither of them admitted they had feelings.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )

Mugs, a necklace

how into pda they are

They are both not shy at all about PDA and in their youth they definitely got up to no good in semi-public places

who holds the umbrella when it rains

Barty tol, he holds the umbrella

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

Picnics in the woods or quiet home dates

who’s more protective

They are both extremely protective and are quick to throw hands tbh but Barty’s more open about it. He’s the angry little dog, Qrow’s the brooding cat.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

TBH wasn’t long before they shared nap. And they slept together before they were dating because Impulse Control is not a good thing

if they argue about anything

Morals and ideals can cause a bit of friction. While Barty’s very stick it to the man, sometimes Qrow’s laxed morals can spark a little heat

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

Qrow leaves tons of marks. Barty is encouraged as well. He’s gotten pretty good at his make up to keep his throat respectable

who steals whose clothes and how often

They are equal opportunity thieves of clothes but Qrow more often steals

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

A tangle of limbs. It’s ridiculous. Looks like two stickbugs having a nap

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

Camping

how long they stay mad at each other

It can go on for awhile, weeks even, before one of them breaks and goes to the other.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

Both of them like cream and sugar, though Barty’s a honey latte guy and Qrow just as quickly reaches for tea.

if they ever have any children together

They’d adopt. Adoption is near to Qrow’s heart. Otherwise they might look for a surrogate and Barty would be the biodad.

if they have any special pet names for each other

Sometimes they call each other pretty bird

if they ever split up and / or get back together

They would potentially split up post Beacon if life doesn’t align well for them, or try to maintain a FWB or open relationship. They’d get back together later, when Qrow was starting to get clean

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )

Messy. Barty has his chaotic system and Qrow goes with the flow, so sometimes it kind of gets neglected. It’s full of trinkets and books and things

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

Barty enjoyed every moment of Qrow’s explanation of Yule and wanted to recreate it all

what their names are in each other’s phones

They are a slowly evolving and changing system of silly unintelligible nicknames and inside jokes

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )

Camping as much as possible during off breaks

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

Again depends on Torpor. Barty sleeps far longer when he does, otherwise he doesn’t sleep. Both of them are notoriously late risers and bad night owls

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

They swap out but Qrow prefers little spoon

who hogs the bathroom

They can both be pretty vain about their care routines though Qrow won’t admit that much. Barty is probably worse tho

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Both of them are the catch and release type with spiders, though both of them are live and let live. Qrow has an unfortunate bird brain problem with them too though, so he’s likely to just eat them.

#notes in the margins; ooc #//god these are so long #dcstinythief

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izuocha-love · 5 years ago

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Hungry

Decided to write another Izuocha fic based on dumb stuff I was doing earlier. Got steamier than intended, and it’s cheesy lol

Deku catches Ochako doing stupid stuff

Ochako tossed and turned in her bed, wrapped up in the warmth her green comforter provided her.

She yawns, eyes peering open and staring up at her astronomy poster with an out of focus gaze.

She groggily reached over to her nightstand, fumbling around to grasp at her phone in the dark.

She felt something that matched its shape and took it from it's place.

Ochako flips it open, immediately regretting it as the light from her flip phone blinded her. She groans lightly, squinting at the phone to gain any sort of clarity.

"2:37AM"

As she grimaced at the early time, she felt her stomach grumble. She moved a hand over her stomach to silence it's complaints, flipping her phone closed and placing it back on the nightstand.

But her stomach wasn't having any of it.

She was so nice and cozy and warm. Why of all times did her body decide that now was the time she needed sustenance?

"But I don't wanna get upppp.." she mumbled to herself. Almost as if on queue, her stomach voiced another growl. Much louder than the previous times.

"Ugh, fine." She grumbled out, throwing her covers off of herself and planting her feet and standing up. Feeling her head dizzy at the quick action and attempting to stabilize herself.

Trudging over to the other side of her room, she flipped the light switch on. She opened her closet door, eyes scanning over the dry goods she kept to herself.

"Ramen sounds good, I guess." She said, grabbing one of the instant ramen bowls she'd bought at the convenience store a few days ago. She was accustomed to eating them often. They were tasty, quick and easy to make and most importantly, cheap.

She slipped on her house slippers and gently opened her door, careful not to wake any of her classmates. Normally, Aizawa would scold them for being out this early.

However, it was the weekend. They still needed to train and do their best, even on their days off. But Aizawa was more lax when classes weren't going to be held the next day.

She'd been caught more than a few times sneaking into the kitchen late at night. Aizawa was quite strict with curfew rules, so the few times he'd catch her sneaking in he would scold her for being up so late. The most he would let anyone do is grab something to drink and tell them to hurry back to bed.

But he definitely wouldn't mind if she got up to fix herself something to eat, right?

At least, that's what she hoped.

Ochako rounded the corner of the dorm hallway, peering left and right to make sure no one was in sight. She gently walked over to the elevator, pressing the 'up' button. Gently tapping her slippered foot as she awaited its arrival.

"I wonder if anyone else is up right now.." She pondered to herself. Surely, there had to be a few. If she had to make a guess, Tokoyami was definitely one of them. Possibly Jirou, maybe Shouji.

As gentle ding snapped her out of her thoughts, seeing that her metal carriage had arrived.

She walked forward, gently pressing the 'down' button. She leans back against the wall of the elevator, taking in the sounds of pulleys moving her toward her destination.

The door opens, and she peers out, searching for any sight of their teacher. Not seeing anyone, she tiptoes her way into the kitchen.

She flicks the lights on, a buzz resounding in the room. She walks toward the sink and tears the lid off her soon-to-be meal, filling it with water and throwing it into the microwave for three minutes.

She absentmindedly stares at her bowl, spinning around as more thoughts fill her mind. Feeling a little more awake now that she walked down here.

She closes her eyes, enjoying the silence in the dorm. She could swear she could make out the light sounds of a guitar strumming. Maybe Jirou was up, after all. "Maybe I'll pay her a visit if I can't get back to sleep tonight.." She says, to no one in particular.

Ochako stares up at the ceiling, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Her mind recalls the previous week and all the work they've done. They were practicing their basic forms as well as improving their quirks. Everyone was told to try to find a fighting style they felt worked well with their quirk. Some of the less combat-oriented students were a bit lost on what to do about their forms. She looked into other moves she could use to improve her technique, though she found the martial arts Gunhead taught her to be a good match for her.

Looking around the kitchen and making sure no one was around, she decided to practice her moves while waiting on her food.

She pivots her foot behind her, balling her fists together and gives the air a punch. The air whistling past her fist.

She punches the air once more, quickly holding her forearms together afterward to block.

Her mind quickly imagines up a pretend opponent, and she puts up a pretty good fight against them.

After about 20 seconds, she realizes how silly she must look. Practicing her form in the kitchen, in fuzzy pink pajama's close to 3 am. She giggles to herself, and gives the air another punch but in a much more comical manner.

She shuffles her feet around in a goofy manner, pretending to practice kung fu. She kicks high up into the air, mumbling a "wa-tah!"

Soon she's chopping the air in random places, mumbling a high-pitched "hi-ya!" each time she does so.

She continues to shuffle around, side chopping the air. Her movements completely devoid of any skill. She makes more little silly noises, completely lost in her own goofiness.

"Yeah, that's right. You better run away." She whispers out in a silly tone.

She pivots on one foot and turns around to chop another opponent.

She freezes, her eyes meeting a pair of emerald green ones a few feet in front of her.

Deku is standing a few feet away, hand covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter.

She's frozen in her goofy position, an awkward smile still plastered on her face. The microwave goes off with a resounding 'beep'.

Her face goes beet red, "H-how much did you see..?" She manages to squeak out.

He wheezes and bends over in laughter, unable to stifle it. She throws her hands up to her face, feeling the heat radiating off of it.

And also felt herself float up to the ceiling, wishing it didn't exist so she could float off into the stratosphere.

"Sorry, I came downstairs to grab a bottle of water, and happened to see you practicing your form." He says as he catches his breath. He couldn't help but watch his friend. She looked so determined and poised. Like she was ready to take on anyone. But then she started being silly, and he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. She was being a goober in the kitchen at 3 am, how was he supposed to not laugh?

That, and...he couldn't help but admire how cute she looked.

Ignoring the heat flooding into his cheeks, he approaches her, reaching for her arm to pull her down from the ceiling.

"But I guess you're a kung-fu master now, huh?" He says, laughing heartily.

Ochako peers through her fingers to send him a glare, but is completely unable to in that moment.

He's looking up at her, laughing and smiling up at her. Giving her the purest, brightest smile she had ever seen.

She can't but love the sound of his laugh. Had she ever heard him laugh before..? She didn't think so.

Ochako feels him pulling her down, and she floats down awkwardly. Still in a daze, she can't look away from him. Wonder filling her doey eyes as his own finally open to meet hers.

It feels like everything slows down for a moment. A comforting warmth spreads through her as she peers into his eyes.

Why cant she look away? Not that she wanted to. She could stay here forever and swim in the sea of emerald that was his eyes.

Izuku had stopped laughing as he noticed her looking into his eyes. He's completely mesmerized by her.

She's floating above him upside down, at face level with him. Her deep brown eyes are boring into his soul, looking at him with wonder.

He feels himself become lost in them. Lost in her.

Her chestnut brown hair floats gently around her face, locks of it rippling through the air.

"She's so beautiful.." He hears himself think. Subsequently snapping him out of his daze just enough to realize what was happening.

Her face was just a little too close to his own.

"U-Uraraka..?" He stutters out, his face crimson.

"..Huh..?" She says dreamily, her dazed eyes beginning to fill with clarity.

Oh. OH. Right.

"R-Release.." She says as she spins back into place, her feet falling to the floor once more.

Both of them stand there for a moment, completely silent and red all over.

"Ur....Ur-Uraraka..?" Izuku starts, unsure if he should speak at all with how bad he's stuttering. He clears his throat in an attempt to quell his own nervousness. "Was there..something you wanted to ask me..?"

"Huh..?" She says, glancing over to him. He's looking down at the floor, with a hand on the back of his neck.

Oh..right. She did look pretty deep into his soul just a moment ago. In that moment, it probably did look like she wanted to ask him something.

"Oh, no actually. You just caught me off guard a little." Ochako says, twiddling her thumbs.

Izuku turns to look at her, an eyebrow cocked upwards in confusion. "What do you mean..?"

She walks off to the side a bit, opening the microwave and getting her bowl before her food gets too cold.

"I think..that was the first time I've ever heard you laugh." She says, closing the microwave door with her elbow. If she was honest with herself, she never wanted to quit hearing that laugh.

"R-really?" Izuku says, his head tilted to the side a bit. His face had a hint of surprise written on it.

Sure, he wasn't as silly as the others had been. But had she really never heard him laugh before?

Mirio was right. He did need to learn how to have a sense of humor.

"Yup..It stunned me a little" Ochako said with a nervous giggle, not daring to look into his eyes. "Besides, it was really cute!" She said, beaming at him with a grin full of sunshine.

Izuku could've died just then. His heart was beating so fast he feared going into cardiac arrest.

"Cute. CUTE. Him?!? She called him CUTE?!?" Deku screamed internally, stuttering complete nonsense and fidgeting. His skin feeling so hot it could rival Todoroki's flame. His mind too far gone to understand she only called his laugh cute.

Ochako watched him fall apart with a grin. She loved making him nervous and teasing him. It was just too easy.

"Well then," She says, resuming her silly stance in crane formation. "You wanna take me on?" She asks, giving a playful jab to his gut.

He stumbles back and out of his stupor, giggling a bit at her playful gesture. "Oh, it's on." He says with whimsical determination, taking on a silly stance of his own.

What ensued was a series of goofy slap fighting and stupid cheesy 'karate' sounds.

She starts giggling uncontrollably through the entire thing, and he's beaming at her. Her laugh was something he never wanted to stop hearing.

She manages to get behind him and put him in an arm hold. Causing him to lean back into her shoulder.

He can feel her soft cheek against his, and he feels like he could stay in that arm hold forever. Was he dead? Was he in heaven? He sure hoped so.

They stay like that for a few seconds. Izuku's body relaxes against her and she becomes quite aware of their position when he does.

She loosens her hold on him, just enough for him to break free and knock her off her feet by swinging his leg just hard enough behind her knees. Catching her before she has the chance to hit the ground.

"I win." He says with a cheeky grin, before opening his eyes.

They both light up crimson for the hundredth time that night. Izuku audibly gulps at the sight before him.

He's holding her, standing above her and slightly crouched down. One hand on the back of her head, nested in her unbelievably soft hair. The other on the small of her back.

"D-Deku-Kun..?" She says in a light whisper. She's mystified at the feeling of being in his arms. The warmth of his hands on her, and his eyes looking into her own. Clearly filled with surprise, but there's something else there she continues to search for.

Without thinking, he leans down ever so slightly more to hear her. His eyes land on her lips once the whispered words leave them. "Y-Yeah..?" He stutters out, his voice cracking a bit. He's lost once more in his beautiful friend resting in his arms.

Ochako continues to stare into his eyes, searching for an answer. An answer to all of her questions about him.

Was this wrong, what they were doing?

Was it longing she saw in his deep green eyes?

How is she supposed to keep her feelings for him hidden when he's holding her and looking at her like this?

Izuku looks on into her eyes, seeing them shift down as if she's in deep thought. He begins to feel a little worried until her eyes fully meet his again.

"H-Have I ever told you.." She says, raising a hand up to cup his face, careful not to make him float. She places her other hand on the curve of his neck. His eyes soften that much more when she does. "-That your eyes are beautiful..?" She finishes, watching his eyes widen.

Izuku feels a surge of confidence, deciding to lean closer to her. His forehead meeting her own. She inhales sharply at the feeling. She felt like she was floating in a sea of warmth and love. She moves a hand into his hair and pulls him slightly closer, their noses brushing.

"Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" He says, not missing a beat. His voice sends shivers down her spine. He was a completely different person apart from the flustered Deku she saw a few moments ago. His eyes are hazed over with a look of wanting, and need.

In that moment, she couldn't stand hiding her feelings for him anymore. She needed to feel his lips against hers.

She leans up just slightly, her lips brushing gently against his. He let out a low groan at the feeling. He couldn't think anymore, his mind blanked entirely upon feeling her lips just barely graze his.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?"

She whispered against his lips.

And that did it in for him.

He pressed his lips into hers fully, both mewling in mutual pleasure. Both of their lips warm and wet. The sound of moans and lips meeting and separating bounced off the walls of the once empty kitchen. He presses her against the kitchen counter, running his tongue against her bottom lip. Barely feeling her own touch his. They melted into each other, her hands dug into his fluffy dark green hair. Their kiss becoming more heated as the seconds pass by. Izuku widens their kiss so their tongues can meet, writhing against each other in a passionate dance.

They kissed for what felt like hours, but it lasted only a few minutes.

Izuku is the first to pull away, he places both palms on her cheeks, running his thumb across the tears that ran down them.

"I love you, Ochako." He says, with a smile filled with adoration. He hid his feelings for his best friend for so long, pushing them down as a means to keep focusing on working towards being the symbol of peace.

They leaned against each other, holding each other and staring into each others eyes. Swaying back and forth slowly to the sound of silence. Nothing could ruin this night for them.

"Ahem."

Both of them jumped, being knocked out of their dreamland. They separated a bit to see who was standing behind them.

Shit.

Aizawa was standing there, his eyes glowing a deep red. "Both of you." He began, annoyance clear in his voice. "Are coming with me." He says, annoyance prevalent in his deep voice.

They both know what's coming.

Aizawa takes hold of his scarf and grabs both of them, dragging them down the hall on the way to his office.

Both of them are dying of utter embarrassment, stained red as their classmate's file out of their rooms one by one to see what's going on.

They're both given a week of house arrest, plus being tasked with cleaning the outer grounds of their dormitory. Ochako's ramen went cold that night, and neither one of them slept.

As both of them sweat from the amount of work they've been tasked, they can't help but feel left out of the loop from the rest of their class.

It sucks, but they didn't regret it.

#izuocha #izuku x Ochako #deku x ochako #dekuchako #ochako x deku #deku x uraraka

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years ago

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Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 36

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

“I can’t believe you already have to go back.” (Y/n) sighed as she watched Nikki pack up his stuff from his hotel room.

“Sorry, label wants us to do some shows and a small tour with the new guy and…” Nikki zipped up his back and let his shoulders fall. “I don’t want to leave you… I want to take you with me… but…”

“I’m thinking about getting transferred back to LA.” (Y/n) told him. “I miss it there.”

NIkki smiled, “only if you think it will make you happy?”

“I think it will.” She sighed. “Because I can see you more than once a month.” She wasn’t sure if he was her boyfriend or not. She didn’t want to scare him by bringing it up.

Nikki walked up to her his hands in his pockets, “My flight doesn’t leave for another couple of hours,” he blushed slightly. “Maybe one more lunch before I go?”

“That sounds good.” She smiled. “My treat.”

“No way sweet girl!” he laughed. “My treat.”

“I don’t think so silly boy.” She smiled brightly. “Wanna just eat at the airport?”

“Ok sweet girl,” he held her hand as they made their way down to the concierge. Nikki checked out and turned in his key. Turning to (Y/n) they made their way to the front and Nikki had a cab hailed for him. “So, you’ll tell me if you’re definitely back in LA for good?” he whispered as he held her close.

“Of course I will.” She told him. “I have a long weekend coming up soon. I might go to LA and look at apartments or something. Well, once I convinced them I need to transfer back that is.”

“You could say you want to convince us to jump ship…” Nikki smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I mean… at this point Elektra and Tom are being difficult.”

“Maybe you should make your own label sometime.” (Y/n) shrugged.

“Huh,” Nikki shrugged that’s an idea. He had never thought of it, but he didn’t think him and the guys were ready to have their own label or anything. They could barely make it through a recording session.

The cab stopped at the side of the airport letting them off. NIkki paid the cab fare and helped (Y/n) out of the cab. Grabbing his bags they walked in and made their way inside towards one of the restaurants.

“So…” he wasn’t sure what to say. “I…” he found himself reaching into his bag and taking out a leather bound journal. “I didn’t have a way to contact you so…” he pushed the journal towards her. “This is everything I thought about while I was in rehab. Some of it good. Some of it dark, mostly because of the withdrawal phase.” he took a deep breath. “I… I want you to know that every day I was there, I was thinking about you.”

“Nikki…” She whispered, touching the journal. “I...this is your personal stuff. Are you sure you want me to read it?”

“I wrote it all for you,” he admitted. “Some songs, some poems… most of them letters.” he took a hard swallow.

“I’ll cherish it.” She said, smiling.

“Just… don’t judge me too hard on some of what I wrote… some of it got dark and… some of it I was meaning from my heart once that darkness faded.” he couldn’t look at her. His throat felt raw as he tried to hold back his tears.

“Nikki…” She got up and wrapped her arms around it. “I will never judge you silly boy.” She kissed his head.

NIkki nodded and gave her a teary smile. “(Y/n), I want to take this as slow as we can… I am so scared of messing up and just… I can’t lose you again… I can’t…”

“Nikki,” She brushed back his hair. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Caressing her cheek he brought her in for a kiss, “I feel like I’m dreaming and I’m scared to wake up.”

“I’ll be there when you do.” She smiled. “We better finish up. You’ll miss your flight.” He saw her smile waver a little before she painted it back on.

“Hey,” he brought her back in. “I’ll call you every hour if you need me too,” he whispered. “I’m starting to feel alive again sweet girl… you are breathing life back into me.”

“I want to do whatever I can to make you feel better.” She hugged him close. “Think I could squeeze into your carry on? No one would ever know.” She laughed a little.

Nikki laughed, “I wouldn’t be able to keep you a secret,” he held her tight. “I’ll call you when I land in LA?”

“You better.” She laughed.

Nikki gave her one last kiss before boarding the plane. He looked back and gave her a wink and mouthed that he would call her. Walking into the terminal he made his way to his seat in first class and looked out the window. He let the tears fall, his fear of this all begin a dream haunting him.

(Y/n) closed her eyes. She waited until she saw his plane take off before she went back home.

Alone.

****

“How was New York?” Tommy asked Nikki the next day.

“It was good,” Nikki sat behind the soundboard as John was in the booth trying to sing the lyrics. “I stayed at the Hilton and she had her apartment so we met for lunch and dinner. Kept it vanilla you know?”

“Really? You didn’t bow chicka wow wow?” Tommy asked.

“Look, Tommy…” Nikki sighed. “Last time we were together, I moved way too fast. You were right in your own messed up way.” he sighed and growled. “Hey John just take it from the top and watch out for those high notes man.” Nikki sighed as he ran a hand across his face.

“Hey Nikki, I’d watch out. Sloths have long nails.” Mick grumbled from his seat. Nikki turned to glare at him.

“Was she happy?” Tommy asked. “When I saw her in LA last...she didn’t look like the same person…” Tommy sighed.

“She was happy when I was there,” NIkki pointed at Mick. “And no more nature channel for you! I am not acting like a sloth! I am making sure I don’t fuck this up!”

“I’m sorry about everything,” Tommy sighed. “I wish I could take back what I said to her in the past…”

“Yeah well, all we can do is move on and try to take it slow, not rush and I think we’ll be ok…” Nikki cringed at John’s vocals. “Ok… John take five!” he called into the booth and looked at Tommy and Mick.

“We need Vince back.” Mick told him. “Vanessa finally got through to him, but he’s going down a dark path.”

Nikki just nodded and sighed. He closed his eyes and leaned back. He wasn’t sure what to do but he hoped (Y/n) would move back sooner rather than later.

****

One Month Later

“Nikki, phone.” One of the techs said as Nikki was working in the studio.

“Busy.” Nikki muttered.

“It’s some chick from MCA. (Y/n) Bass.” The tech told him.

NIkki put his bass down and walked out to grab the phone, “(Y/n)? Everything ok?”

“Hey Nik, everything’s fine. I just...I’m on my way to the airport and I was wondering if you could pick me up when I get to LAX. It’ll be a few hours.” (Y/n) told him. “Someone got fired over at MCA LA, and they’re sending me there for the time being. Maybe longer, so I’ll have to go back to New York and pack…”

“Sure what time is your flight landing I’ll make sure to be there.” Nikki smiled as he grabbed a paper and a pen. “Do you know what gate you’ll be coming out of?”

“I’ll be landing there probably about three your time. And it should be gate 21B.” (Y/n) told him. “Sorry it’s so rushed. If you can’t pick me up, I can call Vanessa or something.” Nikki could tell she was stressed or rushed. Probably a combo of both.

“Hey, sweet girl take a breath I’ll be there without a problem ok?” he felt himself smiling at the thought of seeing her. “Am I dropping you off at Athena’s or Vanessa’s?” he was tempted to get her to stay with him in one of the guest rooms. The house they once shared was long gone and he had bought a different home.

“Crap! I forgot to set that up.” She groaned and he could hear the tears in her voice. “I’ll call them when I land and figure something out. I think Athena’s going out of town because Tommy has Angus.”

NIkki cleared his throat and closed his eyes, “You could… you could stay in my guest room… I um, I got a new place and it’s pretty cosy…”

“Are...are you sure?” (Y/n) asked. “I know you said you wanted to take things slow.”

“Only if.. It’s ok with you I know it’s last minute and I’m not sure what Vanessa or Athena would do and I’m going to be recording most of the time…” he found himself rambling. “I just… I mean… I…”

“Nikki, I would love to come stay with you.” (Y/n) said. “If I overstay my welcome, just kick me out.” She laughed a little. “I gotta go. My flights being called. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“See you in a few sweet girl,” he muttered before hanging up.

Nikki sighed as he grabbed his jacket and keys, “I’m going to go home and get some things ready before I head to the airport.” he rushed out before the others could question him.

“Airport?” Tommy asked. “Where is he going?” Mick and John just shrugged.

Nikki went home, looking around to see if there was anything he needed from the store. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. He brought fresh flowers and made sure to keep everything clean. Looking at the guest bedroom he changed the sheets and made sure everything was right. He heard the small whine of his dog. He had asked Athena what kind of dog she had, he had found the puppy not long ago. He bent down to scratch his ears.

“Hey boy,” he whispered. “You get to meet a very special friend today.” he made sure to let the puppy loose in the backyard before rushing back to his car and driving to the airport.

(Y/n)’s flight landed and she came out into the terminal. She was so ready to be done travelling. She had just come back from a business trip in Florida when they told her to not unpack, she had to go to LA for awhile. She didn’t see Nikki when she came out of the gate and was worried something had happened.

She had just taken a step forward when strong arms wrapped around her and hugged her.

“Ah!” She called out.

“Hey Sweet girl,” he said and spun her around. When he let her go he turned her to face him and smiled. “Good thing we aren’t in a grocery store. No carts to have fun in.”

“I still got looks from the manager after that.” She laughed. “Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver.” She hugged him, letting her eyes fall closed but woke herself back up.

“Ok, you need a nap,” he said noticing how tired she was.

“I should get to the office.” She yawned. “A nap might be good.”

“Nope no office, nap time,” he laughed as he helped her with her bags and helped her into his car. "Now, this house is a bit smaller than the one we had but it's still pretty big, " he chuckled as he define down the street towards it.

"You've been to my apartment. Everything's bigger than it." She laughed.

"Yeah," he smiled and pulled to to the house. Helping (Y/N) with her bags he unlocked the door. He didn't have a chance to step inside when barking could be heard and a ball of fur came to the door. "Ziggy, wait."

"Puppy!" (Y/n) said happily. Ziggy jumper on her, smelling her and giving her kisses. "He looks like Angus!"

"Yeah," Nikki rubbed the back of his neck. "I asked Athena what kind of did she had and I… I remembered you wanted one so I...I got him." He put her things on his couch and grabbed Ziggy. "Rascal."

"I like him." (Y/n) looked full of light. "ready for a nap though." She yawned.

Nikki laughed and grabbed her bags from the couch after placing Ziggy in his pen. He led her to the guest room on the first floor. Opening the door he hoped she would like it, he made sure to keep the room simple and clean. Nothing dark or scary. Placing her things on the bed he turned to her.

“Ok so, bed and then there is a walk in closet and… the bathroom is right through that door.” He placed his hand in his pockets. “My room is upstairs and if you need me you can press on the intercom and I can come down.” he cleared his throat. “I’ll let you get settled and I can make some sandwiches or something or I can order us some food.”

"You're too good to me." She smiled at him.

“So…” Nikki cringed, he was nervous around her. He felt like she would break if he moved too fast. With a small smiled he backed up and out of the room. “I’ll be in my room if you need me…” he was turning to leave.

"Hey Nikki?" (Y/n) asked.

“Yeah?” he turned towards her from the staircase.

"Would...do you want to take a nap...with me?" She was sure he'd say no.

“Um… a nap sounds good… I mean if you want me to…”

"Come on." (Y/n) held out her hand to him.

Nikki held her hand as she led him to the bed. Taking off his shoes he pulled down the covers and let her get in first before joining her. “Noones used this bed before. You’re the first.” he sighed. “I um…” he adjusted himself and blushed. “I can set an alarm or do you just want to nap until you feel like waking up?”

"Just nap. No alarm." She yawned. "come here silly boy." She moved to give him space.

Nikki got in and lay on his back. He was never this nervous around her before. But he really wanted to make everything perfect. He closed his eyes expecting her to keep her distance. He bit his cheek to keep from pulling her close to him. Tommy’s words kept echoing in his head, kept haunting him.

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violentnonretirement · 6 years ago

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You get a lot of anons. Why is that?

idk.

I’ve been asked this before and I don’t really have an answer.

Probably the same reason you sent this to me on anon. Either it’s the option that you find me entertaining in some fashion, or you know I’m usually pretty well-known to reply to anons.

But yeah, honestly I don’t know…… I do really hope that it’s because people enjoy interacting with the blog, or that I just generally am lax about people sending in silly things and trying to have Jack deal with stuff. Maybe the anon stories I have going on?

I honestly don’t know.

#i took forever to reply nonners #I just didn't know #what kind of vibe totake from this?#but #that's about all I got #oot;#Faceless #letter to nowhere;#gif

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 6 years ago

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Michael After Midnight: Pontoffel Pock, Where Are You?

So here’s a neat little bit of trivia: back in the 80s, my grandmother actually had her own video store. Obviously a little indie video store wasn’t gonna survive competition from something like Blockbuster or all the other options that began popping up around the time, so she ended up closing it, and my parents ended up with a lot of the VHS tapes, which of course I ended up watching. A lot of my favorite films and movies I’m really nostalgic for came from those VHS tapes, such as Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealer, InHumanoids: The Movie, and Baby: Secret of the Lost Legend - all great candidates for reviews. Frankly, not sure why I haven’t reviewed InHumanoids already… but I digress. I bring this all up because there is one specific VHS I want to talk about.

But first, let’s talk about Dr. Seuss.

Dr. Seuss, as you may know, is one of the greatest children’s authors of all time. The guy churned out classic after classic, creating timeless works featuring wondrous landscapes, fantastical locales, and colorful characters like the Lorax, the Grinch, and the Cat in the Hat. He’s also known for having extremely crappy films based off of his books, but that wasn’t always the case; back in the day, Seuss worked on animated specials based on his stuff, working with everyone from Chuck Jones to Ralph Bakshi. Dr. Seuss was truly a creative genius whose works have stood the test of time.

[Except this one]

Tonight’s work is one that is actually not based on any sort of preexisting book, and was one of those bizarre VHS tapes I watched over and over as a child. And tonight’s work is one that I’m not going to review in the traditional sense; oh no, this one is getting something special. Pontoffel Pock, Where Are You? is akin to Freddie as F.R.0.7. in my mind as something it is far more fun to just explain than to truly dissect, so instead of a true review, I am going to do a sort of recap of the plot before giving you a verdict on whether this insane special is worth your time.

So, let’s get right into this:

Pontoffel Pock, our titular hero, has a job at a pickle factory, and he has the simplest job you could possibly imagine: he pushes the lever “Pushum” and pulls on the chain “Pullum” and the pickles go into the jar (as the song helpfully informs us. Oh yeah, this is a musical. That’s somewhat important). So with such a simple job, it would be pretty inconceivable to fuck it up, right? Well, that’s because you are most likely not a colossal failure on the level of Pontoffel Pock, who SOMEHOW confuses the Pushum and Pullum and ends up destroying the entire factory, which leads to him getting fired. Did I mention this was his first day and immediately before fucking up he was explained what his job was?

[You had ONE fucking job, Pontoffel Pock]

Dejected and alone, Pock goes home and plays basketball on his roof as an homage to Clerks. Please ignore that this animation came out nearly two decades before Clerks. I would like to take a moment to point out that Pock’s house is exactly as weird and impractical a homestead as any you might see in a Seuss work - and the fact it’s a dilapidated mess because Pock can’t hold down a job only makes it even more odd. In his misery and sorrow, Pock wishes he could get away from it all… and he gets his chance, because the Amalgamated Do-Gooding Fairies come down from the heavens and grant him a magical flying piano that will take him anywhere in the world if he plays the proper notes (C, C, C, D, D#, E, for those wondering).

Gifted with this incredible magical gift, and with the entire world at his disposal, Pontoffel Pock does what any normal human being would do: he shows off and acts like a douchebag. Teleporting to Groogen, a sort of German-Switzerland mashup country, Pock freaks the locals out with his flying piano, and gets shot down by their paint cannon known as the Goomy Gun, because nothing in a Dr. Seuss work can have a normal name. Pock returns home, and naturally McGillicuddy, the head fairy, is pissed as fuck at Pock for being a douchey show-off and nearly wrecking the piano right off the bat.

[Dunno what he expected from the moron who wrecked a pickle factory]

Thankfully, McGillicuddy is a kind and merciful fairy, a bit more Seelie than Unseelie. He gives Pock one more chance, so the question now becomes: How can Pock fuck this up? Well let’s find out as he travels to Casbahmopolis, the Seuss version of the Middle East. Considering what a colossal moron Pock is, it should surprise absolutely no one that he falls in love with the first scantily clad belly dancer woman he sees; that girl is Neefa Feefa, who contrary to the previous sentence is NOT a belly dancer, but rather an… eyeball dancer. No, she doesn’t dance on eyeballs, she’s just dressed in an outfit that covers everything but her eyes. It’s kind of an amusing parody of belly dancers.

[Behold, the greatest waifu of all time]

Lucky for Pock, Neefa Feefa is the only woman in the world as stupid as him, and she immediately falls for him as well. Unfortunately, she’s stuck fucking dancing for the king, a job she hates, and she wishes she could get away from it all. To her credit, she actually has a real, genuine reason to want to get out of her current position, unlike Pontoffel “First World Problems” Pock. Pock seems to realize this, and in one of his exceedingly rare moments of badassery, singlehandedly infiltrates the palace of the king to save this girl he barely knows. Sure, it’s stupid and cliche, but so far Pock has been nothing but be a showboating weenie; here he goes Solid Snaking his way through a palace full of armed guards to save a woman, that takes some pretty big balls.

Of course, this is Pontoffel Pock we’re talking about; he manages to fuck things up somehow. The guards manage to bust the Homing Pigeon Switch of his piano, which would allow him to zap right back to the dump he calls a house, and when he tries to go somewhere else Neefa Feefa slips into the clutches of the guards and the piano goes on the fritz, leading Pock to desperately try any keys he can in an attempt to get back. At this time, the fairies are getting worried, seeing as they haven’t heard from Pock in ages, and so set out on a massive manhunt to find him, singing “Pontoffel Pock, Where the Fuck Heck Are You?” This is the part where our hero finally triumphs. Pock suddenly out of the blue remembers the proper switch and zaps back to save his imprisoned beloved, so of course… he crashes the piano into the tower.

[Pictured: A man who can do literally nothing right]

Neefa Feefa sends out a prayer, and thankfully it is heard by the fairies, who descend from the heavens and save everyone’s ass. Pontoffel Pock’s quest to get some poon seemingly impresses the boss at the pickle factory, because not only is Pock rehired, but Neefa Feefa gets hired there too, and apparently the dress codes are extremely lax there as she gets to wear her eyeball dancer outfit to work. Pock manages to get away scot free despite fucking everything up and manages to get a hot girl and a stable job, so I guess the moral of the story is “Going to great lengths to get pussy will make up for all of your constant fuckups.”

[Huh. I guess The Lorax was right]

So that was Pontoffel Pock, Where Are You? and I think it goes without saying this is one weird, quirky, and unique animated story. It’s not very long and is a bit corny and cliche, and the shortness doesn’t do much favors to the story as it leads to things feeling a bit rushed, but quite frankly it all adds to the silly, Seussy charm. The animation, the designs, and just all the wacky creativity on display here is Seuss at his best, and frankly it’s hard to hate a story of a man who fucks up his pickle factory job and gets a magical flying piano from fairies so that he can score with a belly dancer.

I really wish this was more well-known than it is. God knows this deserves it. It’s just so charmingly weird. If you like weird and silly animated things or the work of Dr. Seuss, this is something to check out, though if you’re a huge fan of the latter you may already know this. I don’t think this is really something that deserves to be held up alongside the greats like The Grinch or The Lorax, but I think it deserves an honorable 3rd place alongside those two; this is an underrated obscure gem if there ever was one.

Now I’m going to sit back and pray that this review becomes popular enough to get people to draw Neefa Feefa porn.

[Real talk: This is the only reason I wrote this review]

#Michael After Midnight #Review #animation review #Dr. Seuss #Pontoffel Pock #Pontoffel Pock Where Are You #Neefa Feefa #animation #animated special #obscure

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theskyexists · 4 years ago

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empress ki

are these koreans gonna go as far as to let this man fall for who he thinks is just some young cool guy?

i mean - they’re not chinese so

this is kinda silly lol. if she really wanted to be let go she could have just punched him. i guess that would have gone too far

this RANDOM assassin almost kills them - he disappears. we good. no worries.

where are her own men????

NOOOOO don’t ruin it

why the fuck would she have developed a feminine slap? i think theyre gonna ruin it. like contact with a male love interest will just forcibly feminise you

ok no she came up with an excuse

god - an openhanded slap from another man lol i can see how that might be quite offensive

she just chills in the crown prince’s bath no prob lol. ok so she locked the door

she just let herself get fuckin shot for this lol

this episode moves super fast but thats fun but i still don’t know how the king and the crown prince are related. the whole hostage thing really messed things up

i just realised that i love the bro/bro mlm stuff if its actually m/f. LOL.and I KNOW it’s going to only last one fuckin episode bc we’re gonna go right back to misgyny and chattel slavery especially for women but yknow

does she remember him?? did she send the bandana? i dont know on which side she really is.

yeah ofc shes the bandana guy. i mean - DUH.

WHY RISK YOUR OWN MEN - WHAT WAS THE PLAN

is this spy gonna get her bandana now???

or are these not her own guys?? THEY ARE

is she playing the king?? like - im still trustworthy though!!!! (or at least my men are) but how could she think to rely on the crown prince???

oh no the cool big sword moustache guy!!! why would he be the spy for the king????????????? what is there to gain??????? HE’S NOT THANK GOD

YES!!!! I LOVE THEM. ‘hit me’ BAM *violently and romantically perches over him to almost stab him*

aww haha the king is attached to seung nyang. too bad you’re an evil bastard she wants to destroy

i can’t quite tell why revealing the salt location drop off point is important or not. i guess it was just and only a test.

was that the guy in blue who volunteered to be shot at? : ‘( ah it’s not.its just some nobody. I guess she couldn’t have known who knew of her blue bandana so she had to hide it. But couldn’t she have told this guy from the very beginning when they were alone?

did the official guard not get told that more people were coming???? LOL. that’s one fuckin mess

HEROIC HORSERIDING YEAAAAAAAA did she not think of a reason for being alive? ‘kill me’ OH MY GOD hahahahaa. smart but so risky (it turns out that the crown prince is the crown prince but the king is the brother of his dad’s)

is there something you want? I THOUGHT YOU WANTED MONEY oh my god this guy is gambling it all lol. oh no, he’s gonna make it too.

it’s always the ‘unrightful’ people that get villainised for wanting power

what the fuck her dad’s gonna kill all her friends and make her into a sex slave? jezus christ how dark (i read a synopsis that she gets sent to yuan after all somehow). on who’s fucking authority? couldn’t they have gotten at the very least a letter from the goddamn ‘auditor’ to protect them

oh my god. just wear your fucking ring on the outside of your goddamn clothes. that was so FUCKING close

wow that was a pretty realistic breakdown

GO SEE HIM HELLO!!!!

she became a fucking COP TO SEE HIM HOLY SHIT LOL

JUST SHOW HIM THE FUCKING RING

did she just leave her band of boys behind???

dude why is this series romance blocking me what the fuck

gotta show that Yuan is backward through furs and beads!!

i do love that this series had the guts to start off with heartbreak. but also to let the female protagonist be a big bi....amorous...?

this show somehow made me feel sympathetic towards a stinkin imperial rich kid. he didn’t ask to be born into a family that would become his death

‘young boy’ *is literally at least 40*

the KING has only 10 men to spare? really?

he’s gonna let his servant get fucking murdered in his stead? yikes. ok so that wasn’t his PLAN no. poor servant guy

so they got her a MATCH - a dirven and smart and powerful king. and a soft and unexperienced and endangered future emperor.

this is so much my fucking THING it’s insane. i don’t even mind that the king is kinda ...average looking.

and she kicks his ASS LOL. and he falls ultimately deeply in love with her. this is incredible.

i wonder if she’s going to hold the death of his servant against him

they didn’t even take his head? stupid. oh i guess that’s for the traitors.

SHE STILL DOESN’T GET ITS REALLY HIM. I THOUGHT SHE WAS SMART

really - she lets the fucking chief get the credit. are you fucking kidding me? fuck this. be smarter! hate having to say that to a character. Be! smarter!

now he gets to be WHY HIDE FROM YOUR BOYFRIEND WHAT THE FUCK. if this is gonna be the whole fuckign show i can’t take it.

im gonna need to know if she keeps fucking hiding. stop hiding! STOP. stop hiding from the important men in your life! what the FUCK. stop hiding from your dad. Stop HIDING FROM YOUR FUCKING BESTO BOYFRIEND

the prince isn’t even upset about his servant’s demise

fucking finally somebody found out seung nyang was the ONE

I love Strong King - I love vulnerable future Emperor

he’s just a stupid indoctrinated kid! somebody should explain to him all the horrors that have been done to people in his name!

we have a sequence in which she’s done great deeds, gets called in, is concerned about how she slapped the important person around lol

we’re gonna get teh exact same for Togon one day

jezus christ that’s a very romantic thing to say to a cool and heroic young guy who saved your skin twice, king. are you - i n l o v e? a lil bromance perhaps?

awww he’s so damn happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

she’s like - fuck. wish she stayed a little more ruffian though. wheres the fucking swagger!

how am i so into this m/m ship. LOL. im really into this stronk man and rogueish ‘boy’ bonding through hardship crisis crossing all rank

im up for her teaching the prince compassion and horror and the way of the world though

I KNOW this is soon going to devolve into a palace drama though so that fucking sucks

why is the emperor a young guy and the brother an old guy. was the emperor the preferred son? from the preferred wife?

has she never heard a guy pee??? i thought she lived with soldiers and shit

why the fuck is she carrying his excrement to the sea when she’s his BODYGUARD. this went differently than i thought

he literally is alone. there is no shift of the guard with him. hello?

what the fuck is this lax bodyguard shit. you need at LEAST two so one can sleep while the other guards.

everytime she bathes im like - ALARM ALARM

this jimbo traitor is so stupid lol

commander - just approach this stupid idiot. be the dad you want to be.

you could just become his son!!! hello????

so you really care about the peoplle huhg? thats why you keep selling off women?

oh my god. is the prince also falling in love with this ‘boy’? who embodies the masculine ideal? GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH im gonna cry when this is over and she ends up a fucking maid

this romantic fucking epic music as they struggle in a petty fucking competition in teh surf jlsjLKFJSDLJ:FLDSF I LOVE THIS

SHE VIOLENTLY PERCHES ABOVE THIS GUY TOO. ROMANTIC MUSIC

the koreans KNOW what is good. THEY KNOW.

oh this poor guy. please let this guy meet poor people. like. idk. the stolen women made into slaves and shit

yeah yeah they bond without him knowing about losing a parent and wanting revenge

the king is like, MY BOY!! that’s MY boy!! hands off!!!! that’s my dearest bromance boy friend!!!!

oh no - shes going to have to choose who to ride with lol

oh nooooooooo Seung Nyang don’t hurt King boyfriend !

‘he will not take Seung Nyang, will he?’ i had to double take there

I FINALLY understand the appeal of all unassailable men in romance. god, my brain is weird.

give seung nyang to me. dsjfpawejfeawjfljsdkljldsjflkdfsa dude. no. i know this is a love triangle but it is just within good if they do THIS moment right

the prince is a horrible shit

nooooo seung nyang please don’t hurt the king!!! he loves you!!!!

‘why am i burning up inside?’ YOU LOVE HIM!! YOU LOVE SEUNG NYANG!!! you love this guy!!! the koreans are daring lil mfs

where is the ruffian guy with the moustache and big sword?? he was the king’s left hand man when he wasn’t king yet.

the actress has really feminised Seung Nyangs mannerisms and way of movement past few eps (oh it’s a dream)

oh my god they’re no-homo-ing this through a dream. he just FEELS like Seung Nyang is a woman!!! that’s why he’s attracted!!! lol

seung nyang loses her dad. prince doesn’t notice. jezus

he impressed some dudewith his self-righteous dragon heaven propaganda. goddddd. the prince truly does not care how many people have already died for him. WHEN will he become likeable instead of hilariously piteous

just absolutely devastating end scene. shitty k-pop outtro.o hgod

will the prince finally - through seung nyang realise that actaully it fucking sucks that people keep being horribly harmed and killed for his sake?

JEZUS CHRIST I AM ON EPISODE 5 wHAT THE FUCK THIS IS LIKE 60 episodes long. oh my god no.

the thing i like about this show is that she looks believably like a very feminine boy for korean standards.

they keep playing him as childish, selfish and incompetent. but like, soooo many people DIED FOR HIM

hwo didn’t they kill bayan for obviously killing their own guard lol

finally she confronts him with the regular people!!!

what is lord jang doing with them

wow the commander’s beard is long. they been going for a while

well he is suffering - but can’t she get to him through words. make him a better person?

he is asking an important question. ANSWER IT GODDAMNIT

thsi ‘warming’ is so ridiculous haahahaha

*has full view of covered breasts* ‘he is definitely a boy!!!!’

i don’t know what sexuality politics this is - probably very bad ones - if you’re a straight man then you’re attracted to some fundamental femaleness in women!! or something

why is a bite mark evidence

god - these powerful people have enormous egos. they must, it is bred in them.i deserve power and when it is taken from me it sucks so much i can’t breathe!!! well uh yeah - everybody feels that way you ain’t special

she looks so sick

feels empathy for the first time ever. what a wonderful fantasy. that somebody could teach a prince empathy

*goes into town completely uncovered in royal robes which haven’t been weathered at all* ok

‘why did you hide you are a woman?’ what COMPLETE AND UTTER MALE NONSENSE

WOMEN ARE GETTING DRAGGED OFF TO BE SEX SLAVES AND YOU ASK THAT??? ‘sure, im sure you had your reasons’

WHAT FUCKING IDIOT

53:50

so she gets him in and then he betrays her? lol. but does it really matter? the king won’t be tried, there’s no reason for goryeo to be annexed. seung nyang won’t die. etc. he might as well go back to his deadly golden cage without endangering himself.

is it for her dad that she asks this of him? he faints, eh that’s a fine way out.

cant she hug a king back when he hugs her????? come ON

he almost killed his fucking son. these people are so CRAAAYYYZY

*leaves the people most likely to turn on him behind with the prince*

why does he have to reveal this?? what are the stakes here??”

goryeo’s soldiers???????????? what the fuck. i thought he was gonna come up with something clever like - pirates or something. not just ‘oh it was a random weirdo band of soldiers’ no - ‘under the orders of the king’

WHAT. hes throwing teh whole country to the wolves. if seung nyang doesn’t kill him ill be surprised. seung nyang better get him for this for a thousand fucking years.

so he’s even personally betraying seung nyang. for a tiny chance at power. damn. wow. damn wow.

jezus what a fucking way to leave your daughter! making your last exchange putting yourself down as a father. DUDE. could have ended shit in a better way!

anyway literally cried twice about her losing her dad already

anyway so they both die in her arms. great.

yeaaaaaaah swearing to kill him. good. too bad it’s gonna be like 50 eps of palace maid shit and the prince barely got a taste of poverty

really wonder how traumatising this whole - is revealed as a woman and transferred to the empire as a sex slave thing is going to be - for me i mean

‘he’s probably living well in his homeland’ - how could you trust that your orders will be followed???

this is completely unrealistic wow

doesnt she get a fucking horse

who the fuck was park bhu - the undercop?

oh apparently laughing ugly is an indication of evil for a woman. laughing maniacally is an indication of evil for a man

her archnemesis is gonna unmask her as a woman in public? i think i might have to quit this show at this exact moment.

aaand.....guess ill have to quit.

ok that wasn’t so bad

how did they have women’s silks and makeup with them

she’s literally a martial artist warrior and she can’t fight a rapist attacker with her hands free?

oh god. she’s gonna be all feminine now bc she looks like a girl. oh god. i feel kinda sick.

SHE SUDDENLY DOESN’T HAVE ANY BANGS ANYMORE BUT LONG HAIR

THAT COMB WAS MAGICAL

some classic ‘female body weak’ sexism. love getting that from the beau

i know they’re trying to make danashiri seem unsympathetic but she’s saying fuck you to sexism here. then again it’s because she’s a spoiled elite brat

they really are made for each other

holy shit. this series just goes on and on and on and on and on. i can’t do this.

#vidi #personal #my stuff #empress ki #they are doing absolutely wonderful classic shit for her its amazing #in the first six episodes #then it's like palace drama and shit or whatever #getting preyed on by the guy who killed your mother etc.

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athenafire · 7 years ago

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The Law of the Land

Hi, I’m Genki. I’ve been here for over ten years. I’m pretty lax about rules, but here they are. I am over the age of 18, and thus will not interact with minors.

Formatting

I don’t do heavy formatting. If you do, that’s fine. I like legibility in my threads. My right eye is bad, and it makes it hard to read a lot of current atheistic trends. If your response is unreadable due to formatting, I will ask you to fix it nicely. If I have to keep asking you, I will drop you. This includes giant images that are larger than your reply, or take up more than half an inch of my screen.

I am not my muse

Simple as that. Meredith, and any other OCs I have on here, sometimes share similar beliefs, but not always. Meredith is an idiot. She grew up alone and will state her unbridled opinion. ABSOLUTELY feel free to yell, slap, or whatever your muse would do if she did something to offend them. If the content of her speech does legitimately offend/hurt the mun, don’t be afraid to tell me. We’re here for fun.

Anon is a privilege

I will revoke it at any time for any reason of my choosing. Anon hate will not be tolerated on here. I’m fine with pretty much anything on anon though. You want to send my character hints through anon? Go for it. Make bad puns at her? Absolutely. I live for silly anons.

Shipping

I’m open to shipping with others. The character is Demisexual, thus will require chemistry to even consider that. Platonic shipping, however, is the best and I am totally down for BFFs all the time. She is, however, still very closed off to strangers in most situations.

Who I will RP with

...This is an OC blog, of course I’m open to OCs. Just please make sure you have an about page that is legible. Doesn’t need to be lengthy, just make sure people can read it. I sometimes tend to be a little semi-selective, usually because our muses didn’t click, or I can’t find a plausible reason for them to meet.

Things I will not tolerate are:

Metagaming/God-modding

Smut hunting

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Meaning, if it’s Winter in real life, it’s winter on here. Her products will also often change with what is in season at the time. During winter months, it’s hard for her to leave the mountain. During springtime she tends to get shorter with people as her life suddenly becomes hectic.

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There will be gore, hard themes, violence, and other stuff that might be triggering to some. You have been warned. As stated previously, if something upsets you, feel free to message me about it, I swear I will not bite.

That being said, I also refuse to RP with minors.This is for legal reasons.

SMUT

Absolutely never again. If anything like that happens, it will be fade to black. No exceptions.

Plotting

9/10 times I’m down for whatever idea you have. You want a silly B movie plot then go for it.

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I am slow. I have a lot of serious health issues, I don’t mean to drop your thread, or be short with you. There are weeks when I simply cannot function, and just go to sleep for 20 hours a day until I feel better.

Adding to this, sometimes I goof up and make mistakes. I’ll forget a rule, or be in a fugue state and generally sound like I’m drunk. I swear, I’m fine, this just happens from time to time, doctors are working on figuring out why. I am sorry in advance. It’s rare, but it happens.

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I know, I know, reblog karma is dumb, and it puts pressure on people to blah blah, I don’t care. If it’s so difficult for you to just send a little thing in from the prompt list you reblogged from me, then just go to the actual source. That’s not hard. It’s two extra clicks, if even that.

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I do not care if you do not match my length. I know the metaphor is overused, but it’s not the size that matters, it's how you use it. Sometimes my replies are two sentences, sometimes they are twenty paragraphs. But every single one generally follows a formula.

React -> Dialogue -> Move

Muse reacts to what was just said/done. Second, they either think about it, respond verbally, or the narrative takes over to help convey what the muse is thinking/feeling, even if they are doing/saying something else. Finally, and the most important part, is to move the story along.

Do not just have your muse react to what mine is doing/saying, then stand there like a cardboard cutout. Even with an unconscious muse, the narrative, extra characters, one time npcs, lots of things can be implemented to move the plot along.

If you want help with learning how to do this, I am more than willing to help. Communication is key!!

If you have read this, and understand it, send an ask saying “I’d like the Fables Special”.

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valeriemperez · 7 years ago

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Hi Tati! I was about to ask you about KL but instead read the asks and your answers and it saddens me. We are at a lost. I feel like they aren't ready yet to incorporate him in the show. Would you agree? Or is there something else you sense? Re the SG fandom, I read they're sending hate to Caity? Why? What happened? I feel like that show is not only a hot bed of problematic writing, but of crazy fans. Weird.

I definitely agree they don’t know how to incorporate him, or else they’d have a big story for him when they do have him. The way they’re doing with Cynthia whenever Jessica is available. But��I don’t think that’s why he’s missing entire episodes... That’s definitely something else entirely.

As for Caity? The SG fans have caught wind of the supposed Alex/Sara hook up during the crossover and are dragging over disrespect to S*nvers. Caity and Chyler made an instagram live video to remind people they are not responsible for the writing, and in fact the writers wouldn’t be doing this if Floriana wanted to stay.

@la-petite-fadette said:

i'm always @_@??? at people who think barry and eddie were friends. barry was NOT here for eddie, him dating iris made him impossible to like eddie. do i think barry hated eddie and wished for his earth? NO. but barry did not like eddie (i mean he still feel some kind of way about iris/eddie despite her marrying HIM and eddie being dead for 3 yrs lmfao loved that scene). as for eddie, i think he tried to be friends w/ barry bc iris made it clear that barry was ALWAYS going 2 b part of her life.

Right, Eddie wanted to be friends with Barry. Barry may have tried because he’s a nice guy, but I think it’s clear that they were never going to really see eye to eye on anything other than “Iris is #1″... which was also exactly their point of contention lol.

Do you know how much screen time Candice got in S2?

Here you go. 153 minutes total.

Iris West isn't a brainless sheep or a "Yes Woman". That's what bothers these misogynists and silly fangirls. She has a mind of her own and will check you if you cross her. And look fabulous while doing so.

100% accurate. They want her to be silent and submissive, but that’s not happening and Barry doesn’t want it to either.

I also think it's weird that KL is the only younger actor not going, and the only other actor outside of Jesse, to that con in Nov in Vancouver. Something is def up. Perhaps he negotiated for a much more lax contract? I hope they will address it after next week's episode. Also, fair warning the ratings for the next ep may be lower or on par with last week. I think the World Series starts the same day! IDC about sports, but I know that many people do.

Someone definitely negotiated for something. And yes, next week is the perfect time to address where Keiy/Wally is off to and why. As for the ratings, sports was also the reason is was lower last week so I hope it stays steady.

And the lady that wrote the article, then say "No. He's the Flash. You're the annoying girlfriend that wears high heels though I'd imagine you would have blisters" fails at comprehension skills. I'm more convinced someone told her how to write that article, because she was just a complainer.

I think I’m missing part of your ask, but yes. DC Comics told that girl she had to write an article about how amazing WA are, and I’m cackling about how she must have felt.

I will say that the editing of the first episode is partially to blame for this reaction. In one of the commercials before the season began, Iris said to Cisco that Barry "asked for us to keep running, not save him". Ultimately, that line was cut, and I don't know why. It would have helped to show that he really didn't discuss anything with her, just left. If he had actually spoken to her, she could've asked him if he ever wanted to come back or if he wanted to stay in the SF for good.

I don’t remember that line from the commercials, but yes it would have been nice if she got to explain herself further in the first episode. However, I am going to place the blame squarely on misogynoir because if it had been Harry or Caitlin saying stuff like this, they wouldn’t have received this kind of vitriol.

I think im the only iris fan who doesnt like her as team leader and wants her to be an ace reporter so badly. Like, i don't mind it but for me, i wish we got to see her on her own away from barry and team flash with her own storyline as well as also helping team flash with the info she finds out as a journalist, i want some separation from barry..i don't like them being together ALL the time. idk if this sounds stupid or dumb but that's just my opinion & should still be advocating for it. 🙄

I doubt you’re alone in this, plenty of fans still wish we could focus on her journalism instead. I think the reason people have kind of stopped is that the writers have made it pretty clear they heard us and DGAF. This was their response to us advocating for more journalism, so what should we do now? You should still let them know you want it, though.

#the flash #coffee-w-iriswa #la-petite-fadette #anonymous #tatiana's thoughts #long post for ts #more asks under the cut

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years ago

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Searching again!

Okay, so now to the fun stuff–

One last thing– I really prefer writing over email (or Google Docs if need to), and communicating via discord! Plus discord makes it easy to reply back quickly since my phone notifies me!

Email: [email protected]

Discord: noeul#7777

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