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bcdwhcre · 4 years ago

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Ok so how bout an Erwin fic where the reader is Hanji’s assistant and they’re rly shy but Erwin finds her rly cute esp whenever they’re flustered or blushing. When he loses his arm hanji absentmindedly assigns the reader to shave his face when he’s in the infirmary and they’re both just left there like 😀 and there’s a lot of tension bc he keeps staring at them and the reader keeps on blushing but is v gentle omg I would be foaming at the mouth if you wrote this

“The Assistant,” Erwin x Reader

I shall deliver to my Erwin simps.

Summary: you’re Hange’s assistant and your newest assignment is to take care of Erwin after he was wounded, resulting in losing his arm.

Warnings: none, fluffy Erwin.

It was unexpected and out of character for you to join the scouts. Even though you didn’t technically join the scouts fully, being Hange’s assistant was still like being apart of them.

You had begged her to let you work under her since you were absolutely fascinated by her work and the way she loved science just as much as you did, it was perfect fit and when she agreed you loved every single day of it.

When news came back that Commander Erwin had been seriously injured while out on a expedition, you had grown worried for your Captain as you waited back the main base.

Once everyone made it back, your eyes had instantly went on Erwin and noticed his whole arm was missing and you were more than shocked at the scene before you.

After everyone had managed to settle in back at the base, you were called to Hange’s office and you assumed it would be an assignment.

“I’m sorry that this assignment isn’t what you’re expecting or what you want but I’m putting my full trust in you and to take care of the Commander while he’s in the infirmary. He needs assistance.” She had explained to you and you nodded your head, not questioning her reason to send you to his side.

The way towards the infirmary had felt like a long one, you were actually quite nervous to assist the Commander and take care of him. Sure you had met him a few times, you do admit he is rather attractive and definitely intimidating so by nature you were nervous.

You were scared to mess this assignment up, you were scared to see Erwin in such a state and being unable to do certain things for himself. You were practically his nurse and that made you grow uneasy, afraid of screwing things up.

Your shaky hand reached up to gently knock on the door, hearing his approval to come in and you opened it up to see him on the bed, the absence of his arm had made the sleeve of the hospital gown limp and hanging on his shoulder.

“Hange sent me here-“

“I know, come in.” He insisted, gesturing you to fully come in the room and you did, standing there awkwardly for a few minutes, your cheeks heating up.

“Anything I can get you?”

“Maybe a cup of water for now? Kind of thirsty and they won’t let me get up and fetch it myself.” A small chuckle had left his lips and you nodded before leaving the room.

As you poured the water in the cup, your hand shaky and you had cursed to yourself for being so nervous about this. It wasn’t that big of a deal but the side of you that was super anti social and naturally shy, it made things a lot harder.

Your feet made its way back inside the room, resting the cup on the table beside him before standing there in front of him, chewing on your bottom lip.

Erwin had seen your nervousness and shyness as something really cute. He could tell how badly you didnt want to mess things up and he also noticed how your cheeks would flush when he would make eye contact with you. He tried not to make things obvious, hiding the smirk wanting to come across his face as he took sips of the water.

“One more thing,” He started off, setting the cup aside on the table.

“I need help shaving this mess off my face, if you don’t mind?” He asked you, raising his eyebrow while he kept the eye contact until you answered.

“Yeah, of course.” You agreed, you couldn’t just say no to the Commader, you were assigned to help his needs until he was comfortable enough.

You sucked in a sharp breath, grabbing all the items you needed and sat on the bed in front of him. You had moved the table to be beside you and you had nervously spread the shaving cream on his face, making it too obvious that your hands were still shaky.

Erwin had watched you closely, his eyes burning into you while you tried to remain concentrated on what you were doing but it was pretty hard for you to ignore his stares considering you felt how intense it was.

A couple of times you would lock eyes then quickly break the contact as your cheeks flushed red. You were positive your face looked as red as a tomato. You couldn’t believe how flushed you were but it was happening.

You carefully took the razor, dragging it down his jawline and he was very interested in your concentration as well as your desire to not meet his gaze, it amused him actually.

The tension in the room was so thick that you could choke on it. The both of you weren’t dumb, you can sense it and feel it surrounding the both of you but you tried to play it dumb, continuing to drag the razor down his skin gently, wiping the shaving cream off and repeating the same actions.

Erwin never looked at you fully for the first time before this day but when he had no choice but to look at you while you helped shaved his face, he couldn’t help but stare for minutes at a time. He liked the way your cheeks would turn pink to red in an instant, he liked the way you would scrunch up your nose and bite your lip while you were concentrating. He admitted you were a cute little thing.

“What made you want to be Hange’s assistant?” He finally spoke up, wanting to make things less awkward and tensed than what it is now.

“Um, I’m a big science nerd like she is.” You laughed slightly, meeting his gaze then looking back down.

“So you enjoy studying Titans like her, right?”

“Hm, yeah, I suppose.” You simply shrugged your shoulders, finishing off the last spot.

You grabbed the small towel, wiping off the remaining shaving cream off his face and smiled at how well you actually did.

“There, all clean.” You set the things down on the table, watching Erwin put up a small mirror and looked at his now clean face.

“Thank you, I really appreciate your help.” He admitted, resting his hand on your upper arm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

You had felt a small tingle in your stomach, just as you thought you were comfortable he definitely made you completely nervous again. This time you tried your best to keep your cheeks from turning a shade of pink but some color ended up popping up anyways, not as much as before.

Erwin smiled sweetly at you, removing his hand and you stood up from the bed gathering up the materials on the table to go put away before returning to the end of his bed.

“If there’s nothing else, I can leave you be.”

“Actually, stay with me for a bit. I like your company.”

The Erwin simps will be blessed with this work of art. Enjoy. Even tho it’s rather short🤧

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milkteahood · 3 years ago

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I’ve just read the neurotoxin imagine, but what if reader survived, they just hide from heisenberg until the effect of the drug wore off… but they will be traumatized and really afraid of him? How the old man will deal with it!?

Oh I like this. If the reader survives then this is how it will go.

The other part is here

Y/N could feel their ears ring. And their vision was blurry. They didn’t know what to do, but they managed to drag themselves out of there before Karl noticed. Y/N was bleeding out, and the smell of blood was gonna attract the lycans. They needed to hide somewhere and stop the bleeding. And fast.

Hours passed before Karl began to regain his senses. He called out for Y/N but there was no response. His head was still spinning and he couldn’t yet balance himself properly. He called out for them again. But it was dead silence. He managed to sit down on a chair, holding his head in his palms. He couldn’t remember what had happened, but looking around, he soon noticed the mess he has caused.

“What the...Y/N! Where are you?” he shot up, and his head started spinning again “motherf—“ he massaged his head.

He approached the mass of metal and noticed blood. He sucked in a breath, scared of whose blood that might be “Y/N!” he called out again. As he walked out of the room, he also noticed the trail of blood.

“Oh no, no no no no” he started running, following the path of now dry blood. The pieces of memory started coming together and he could soon make out what happened. And what he had done. But then the blood stopped and he didn’t know in which direction to go. So he looked everywhere. Not a single corner was left untouched.

He finally found Y/N in a tiny storage room. They had managed to stop the bleeding, but were still in terrible shape. When they noticed him, they let out a short scream.

“Y/N...” he didn’t know what to say so he just kneeled down next to them.

But they pulled away “p-please, don’t hurt me anymore”

The way their voice cracked, the tears in their eyes, broke Karl’s heart. He never meant to hurt them. But here he was, and he was never going to forgive himself.

“Let me see your wounds” he finally managed to speak “please buttercup”

His hand went to their shoulder “don’t touch me!” they yelled and slapped his hand away.

Karl gulped, unable to say another word. He just resumed to sitting next to them, in silence. He would not speak unless they speak to him first. He figured it was for the best.

“C-can you leave? Please” they asked

“B-but—“

“Please”

They emphasized on that please as if they were taking a bite out of themselves. Karl left without another word.

For the longest time, Karl tried to keep his distance, since whenever he would try to approach, they would tense up or even cry. He hated himself for what he did, even if it was under Miranda’s influence. He tried to talk to them, but whenever he’d ask something, they would stutter an answer.

He couldn’t blame them tho. He was about to kill them. That thought was keeping him awake at night. And as time went on, he found himself unable to sleep at all. The bag under his eyes got more and more noticeable. Y/N wanted to talk to him, but they were scared.

It’s been months of no talking, months in which Karl really wished he wasn’t alive. But he had to keep on working. He had to at least get them out of the village.

One day as he was working, Y/N finally approached him.

“K-Karl?” they asked

He turned around in an instant, ripping his glasses away, tears forming into his eyes. They were actually talking to him.

“I-I made pancakes..do you w-want some?” they spoke. Karl could easily tell they were still scared. But even so, they made the huge effort to actually talk to him. And that’s more than what he could’ve wished for.

“I would love some pancakes” he smiled, although his heart was breaking. He couldn’t let them see that tho, for this wasn’t about him. He wasn’t the one who almost got killed by the one they trusted most.

He knew he had to be gentle and very careful around them. They were still very traumatized about what happened, but he was determined to win their trust back and prove himself. He also refused to attend any more meetings. He couldn’t risk anything like that happening again. So from then on, it had to be just the two of them in the factory.

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okaywitheverything · 4 years ago

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hi! can i request minato fall for naruto kindergarten teacher please? thank you 😁

Ma'am: A Possible New Mom? Minato x KindergartenTeacher!Reader

My actual first request! Hope I did it justice! Thank you honey for the request. I wrote some sort of mixed AU so I hope you don't mind.

A/N: This took a lot of time because I have a lot of tests every month. Also i threw up a week ago and was somewhat sick. Then I lost the two drafts and was so irritated with ms word but somehow I managed to write again. So a lot of blood, sweat and tears went into this. Please shower it with love if you even read this awful Author’s note.

Positive A/N: I did like how it turned out tho, the ending is too cute and you won't know what to expect as I didn't either. I genuinely hope you have fun reading this piece.

Word count: 3K

Your POV

“It must be fun to play with the kids all day."

People who think that are the biggest fools on the planet in the universe.

You were picking up the various toys scattered throughout the main classroom, sorting them category wise while the kids took a nap. Most of them anyways.

A few babies had insane amount of energies that they refused to sleep whatsoever. But it wasn't as big a problem as people think it is. All kids have different strengths, a variety of ways to function and unique physiology. You knew if a kid was not tired, forcing him or her to doze off isn't healthy.

Just let the kids be.

So that explains why Naruto was alongside you helping you to collect the sponge shurikens scattered around while you put away the stuffed ninkens on the high shelf. Usually Kiba and Rock Lee would be awake as well, and this trio would play in the hall until their limbs gave out but today even they slept after tiring poor Akamaru out for weird challenges.

“Ma’am, I almost forgot! I want to show you something! Come with me!” Naruto suddenly grabbed your hand leaving his task in the midst and urging you to leave yours too. You looked at him puzzled but giggled at his enthusiasm nonetheless, sometimes kids were too darn cute. You loved the ways kids’ eyes lit up, so optimistic and happy and hopeful until the world snatched it all away. You wanted to preserve this for as long as could.

He took you to the room where the kids kept their small backpacks filled with their favourite articles that they thought were absolutely necessary to take everywhere.

No Neji, you don’t need to have three combs for the care of your luscious hair every possible instant.

Naruto generally brought a lot of snacks which you had to retain sometimes so that he would eat healthy but it became even harder to do so when all he wanted was for Sasuke to taste the tomatoey flavour ‘these’ chips had and gift Rock Lee the curry flavour. That boy had a heart of gold.

He pulled the zipper of his orange backpack open, and took out a stuffed fox.

“Ma’am meet Kurama! I told him all about you and he wanted to meet you!” He held Kurama up while you were gently petting the plushie’s head, he was so excited to see your happiness to meet his esteemed companion.

These kids and their imaginations! You loved every ounce of it!

“Hello Mr. Kurama!” You didn’t feign excitement, you actually were. You loved kids and their creativity and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“He’s my best friend! Don’t tell anyone else though! Others might get sad.”

You did an action of zipping your lips, “Your secret is safe with me, sweetie.”

“Look! I also drew something!” He hastily handed you Kurama and proceeded to take out his yellow sketchbook. He kept turning pages filled with rainbows of colours morphing into one another that made some sense in his cute, little head and finally reached his desired page. He pulled your dress with his little chubby hands, an action he often did when he wanted you to sit beside him. You kneeled down, his plushie settled in your lap now as you waited for him to go ahead.

He handed you his open sketchbook where there were three figures, two adults and one kid judging by the height, all wearing triangular outfits. One kid and an adult had striking yellow hair and blue eyes while the other adult wore an orange dress with a large circle in their hands. On closer inspection, you saw your own hair colour and eye colour being illustrated to the best of the toddler’s ability, as far as the crayons allowed him to portray it. You had a circle in your hands, almost the size of your drawn head with black spots in between while the child in the photo held an orange squishy ball. To save you from your confusion, Naruto came to the rescue and started explaining.

“That’s me and Dada over here. And I’m playing with Kurama! And that’s you Ma’am! Bringing me and dada cookies for being good boys like you do in class!”

Your heart melted right there and then. For some reason, your face heated up too.

“Oh my God, honey, that’s amazing!” You pecked his cheek as Naruto blushed slightly and rubbed his head, “You liked it?”

“I Loved it! What did Dada say about it?”

“He got so red like Sasuke’s tomatoes haha. But he put it on our fridge like my other drawings and he said it was the best one yet.”

Before you could reply, crying was heard from the nap room and you sighed. Looks like someone woke up.

“Yay, someone is up! We can now play!” Naruto began running but you stopped him.

“Let’s be sure to pack this all up before, Ma’am Anko will see to your friend okay?”

Minato was waiting alongside other parents, it was 10 minutes till the kindergarten was over. His mind wandered afar, thinking about his journey to this town.

Minato was very afraid when he moved to Konoha, about Naruto settling in and making friends. Of course, back in his previous town he had already got Naruto a place in the best Kindergarten there, pulling all the needed strings but his promotion caught him off guard. Being a single parent was hard enough as it is, and with the worry of adjusting to new surroundings for his growing son, he was almost going to decline the offer. Only after much conviction from his friends that he deserved this, he took the offer, albeit hesitantly.

He was happy with his new workspace and colleagues as well, and was over the moon when he one of his erudite associates had a son the same age as his own, and recommended the city’s best kindergarten where his son was set to go. He went blindly on his associate’s word, because he knew him to be a wise dad.

For the first two months, he had to work relentlessly to prove his position as the new leader in the branch, and so he had his assistant pick Naruto up while he prepared lunch at home for his precious boy, barely making it home fifteen minutes before they did. But when the company celebrated their first real accomplishment, only then did Minato feel he could take a step back and indulge with his son more as he used to do.

When he began picking him up himself, he realised what he had been missing on: small quirky tales, new words his toddler learned, new friends’ names, his favourite teacher’s cookies apparently. Minato quickly noticed, being the perceptive man he was, that Naruto could go hours and hours talking about his Ma’am. He would have thought of it as a crush, had Naruto been older.

But when he first saw you, he could relate to his son if Naruto did have a crush. He knew he was being superficial, being attracted to your appearance at first sight but he couldn’t help himself that you were almost ethereal, too gorgeous to be true. It seemed as if you were glowing when you laughed alongside the kids or held one of them on your shoulders while searching for the parents.

However, your personality was even more so captivating when he finally talked to you at the parents-teachers conference. You were such a quality teacher, he deduced when he noticed how apt you were at describing each kid individually and how dedicated to their growth you were. He loved the bond you had with Naruto, the boy couldn’t stop grinning upon meeting you on his day off.

The bell rung, breaking him out of his reverie, and he waited as the kids ran to the parents, waving goodbyes here and there, ready for their weekend. He could hear your faint shouting over the buzz, “Make sure you have taken all your belongings, kiddos! Have a good weekend!”

He knew if you had a special place in his son’s heart, he could let you stay in his heart as well.

It was 8 PM, one hour past the Uzumaki kid’s bedtime, but the blatantly crying kid was nowhere near sleeping. A distressed Minato held him on his hip, as he searched the entire house for his favourite plushie, Kurama, without whom Naruto had never slept.

“We’ll find him, Naru. Do you remember where you last saw it?” Minato asked, pausing and sitting in the comfy sofa, looking at Naruto, hoping he’d have an answer.

Naruto’s wails quietened down, fortunately there were no tears, as he pondered and spoke, “I last showed it to Ma’am!”

Minato sighed, he grasped that Naruto would have left it at the playschool because no inch of his house was unsearched. He settled Naruto down on the couch as he deliberated calling you over a toy. He had your number for emergencies, but was this one? The real objection, the actual reluctance he had for calling was totally different though. He hated to admit it, but talking to Naruto’s daydream of a teacher always left him stuttering like a teenager. He could barely listen and respond when he met her at the kindergarten, but talking to that Goddess one on one was more terrifying and nerve-wracking than moving to a new town.

But he knew there was no way Naruto would sleep without Kurama and it was only Friday, nights to wait if he doesn’t ask you about the plushie today. He couldn’t imagine how disheveled will Naruto be without Kurama by then. He would surely award himself with wine if he managed to finish the call without fainting.

With clammy hands and a vigorously pounding heart, he dialed the number.

You were finishing up the last batch of forms and cleaning up, when you saw something abruptly put in the otherwise shipshape playroom. Before you could further inspect, your phone rang, Mr. Uzumaki flashing on top of the screen. Your heart hammered as you wondered what he could be calling about.

You were not going to lie, Mr. Uzumaki was easy on the eyes, always in class A condition with his well-tailored suits as he came to pick Naruto up. Even the married housewives ogled him not-so-subtly. He was such an excellent father, really devoted in his son’s life while simultaneously conquering the business world. An eye candy, with all the best qualities that existed, an immensely put together God’s creation. He was dream partner to have, yet somehow he was single.

Your phone’s ring broke you out of your musing, as your sweaty palms grabbed the phone and received the cal.

“Good Evening, Mr. Uzumaki.” You managed out, your neck suddenly heating up.

“Good Evening, Miss. I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

“Not at all, I was about to head home. How may I help you?”

“If you are still there at the playschool, could you please…… If you don’t mind….. I’m sorry again I called-”

“I assure you, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it. Although you do need to tell me the problem if you want me to help.” You giggled lightly, amused at that man stuttering.

“Thank you. Umm Naruto left his night time plushie there I suppose and he doesn’t sleep without it. Could you please, please check if it’s there?”

“Of course.” You held the phone and as you hummed and went to the Kid’s playroom you found Naruto’s sketchbook with the drawing laying on it, and the Kurama toy beside it. You swore you promised Naruto pack it earlier in the day.

“Looks like he did leave it here.”

“Can you keep the school open a bit late, I’ll come and collect it right aw-”

“Its pretty windy right now outside, and you’ll have to bring Naruto too at this hour. I’ll drop it at your home on my way back, I was planning in leaving in five anyways.” Your mouth spoke before you could process what you said, offering to go to his house? Nice going there, you desperate weirdo.

His choked out “Okay” almost surprised you as you ended the call.

This will be a nice, little detour.

About twenty minutes later, the doorbell to the Uzumaki household rang and Minato sprinted to the door, opening it immediately.

There you stood, with tousled hair from the wind, in your long red pea coat and black heels. Your cheeks lightly tinted, no doubt because of the unruly weather outside. Somehow you still looked absolutely perfect in Minato’s eyes as he traced your form, unable to initiate the conversation.

You, on the other hand, had halted completely when the door opened revealing a ripped Minato, his muscles bulging underneath his black shirt while grey sweatpants hung loosely on his hips. His biceps were so thick, you wondered how he managed to exercise on top of all the responsibilities he had.

You handed it over to Minato whose eyes widened at the piece of paper and stood there awkwardly, processing what to say.

Somehow stopping yourself from all the gawking, you cleared your throat as you dug in your black purse and took out Naruto’s best friend and his masterpiece.

“Guess he left this as well.” He gave a forced laugh, trying to make things less uncomfortable after he stood silent for two minutes.

You chuckled lightly in agreement when suddenly thunder boomed behind you, causing you to shriek and slip, only to be caught by Minato, his hands holding you around your middle tightly in a protective manner. You coughed as you stepped back again and he cleared his throat this time when suddenly it started pouring like hell’s rage on Earth.

“You should stay for a while, at least until the rain lightens.”

You were going to decline, but when you saw how bad it was raining, you knew you would have to accept. “Looks, like I’ll have to. Sorry to impose.”

“It’s no imposition at all. I’m inviting you, don’t fret.”

You stepped inside, shrugging your pea-coat off, revealing your black dress underneath. Minato reddened visibly, taking your pea-coat from you and hanging it. He cursed himself as he thought of conversation starters, wanting to say something, anything to not stand like a fool.

“Would you like wine? I have this blush flavoured bottle reading to drink.”

“I would love that, Thank you. What are you celebrating though, if I may ask?” You agreed, maybe the alcohol would calm your buzzing nerves. Besides you were a sucker for wine.

“Nothing much, a simple personal achievement of sorts.” He said with a grin as he led you inside, hopeful of where the night might lead. Maybe the liquid courage would help him finally ask you out.

Behind the wall, Naruto grinned with a pacifier in his mouth. Mission successful.

So that was that. Until next time, cookies.

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rikorene · 5 years ago

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𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. || k. tetsurō

synopsis : alone in the bar, dressed in red. god, you looked so irresistible. you thought you could play the game with kuroo. the risk you took was calculated, but man, were you bad at math.

NSFW WARNING!!! do not proceed to read this one-shot if you’re uncomfortable with this kind of theme. thank you.

slow and sensual sex, rough at the end, light bondage, foreplay.

[ a/n : wow, first time writing smut after a long ‘break’ from writing hhhh. but hope you enjoy tho. this is basically a slow-burn(?) fic, sort of. so it takes a while before they actually do the deed. ]

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word count : 4.4k

“do you want me to spend some time sitting next to you?”

The neon lights in this dark space blurred your vision for a bit, not letting you to see anyone’s facial features clearly. You could smell the strong scents of various perfume of every person in the room mixed with sweat mingle with one another creating an intoxicating aroma in the venue, the smell of alcohol filled your senses as an attempt to drown out the different scents in the room.

You sat there on the red velvet stool on the bar as you stared at your almost empty glass of whiskey, no ice. Your red velvet silky dress that hugged your hips felt nice on your skin, the neck of the dress low enough to see a bit of your cleavage and smooth back as the thin straps of it kept your dress in place as the dress stopped just mid-thigh with a small slit on the slide, you had small diamond earrings and a black silky choker on your neck that was actually just a silky black ribbon just tied with a bow on the back. You crossed your legs with one another as you looked at the other end of the bar and saw black hair that you thought it was styled in a weird way.

You didn’t know that you were staring for too long until he turned his head to face you as well. Then flashed a mischievous glint in his eyes as he sent a smirk your way, in an instant you became flushed with embarrassment for shamelessly checking out on a random guy, but strangely enough, you found him quite attractive despite his weird hair.

You let your gaze fall on your glass of whiskey not noticing how Kuroo had moved over to your end of the bar.

“hey, can I sit next to you?”

His voice, deep yet smooth. You figured that he was a literal smooth talker with the ladies but you wanted to entertain him for the fun and thrill, he seemed like an interesting guy.

“be my guest.” You responded curtly, keeping your eye on the glass of whiskey that you swirled in you hand, a bored expression on your face. Kuroo raised his eyebrows at you and smiled, sitting on the stool on your right.

You knew how to play the game.

“Kuroo Tetsuro. The man you were checking out a second ago.” He said, putting his hand out for you to take, you chuckled at what he had said and grabbed his hand, shaking it gently.

“call me [name].”

He smiled and held up two fingers for the bartender to see. The man behind the counter turned to Kuroo and nodded, as if he had understood what Kuroo had wanted, immediately working to serve drinks.

“you’re a regular here, aren’t you?” your question surprised him as you drank the entire glass of what’s left of your whiskey in hand. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned on the counter with his elbow.

“well, you could say that. My friends and I usually come here every weekend.” Kuroo admitted as he rubbed his own nape, his narrowed cat-like eyes scanned your appearance, he noted how your dress seemed to be a perfect fit on you and noted of how the black ribbon on your neck made you look irresistibly adorable in his opinion, the way your dark red heels made your smooth legs look longer, he dragged his eyes up and saw your red plump lips.

You gave him a side glance and scoffed in an amused manner “Eyes are up here pal.” You said, in an instant Kuroo looked at your [color] eyes which glowed in the dim lights of the bar. He gave you a sheepish smile and the bartender placed two drinks in front of you and Kuroo.

“Cucumber-Lavender Margaritas for two.” The bartender stated and you stared at the drink with an eyebrow raised and you looked back at Kuroo.

“try it.” He said and took a sip at his own drink, you watched as he pursed his lips after taking a sip and put down the drink before giving you a smile. You let out a soft sigh in return and sipped your drink, your lipstick stain covering the place where your lips touched the glass. You took notice of how Kuroo watched your lips intensely as you slowly sipped your drink and smirked to yourself.

You put your glass down and turned to him with a grin.

“would you like to dance?”

Hook.

“sure.”

And soon enough you both occupied yourselves with each other as the two of you was in the middle of the dance floor, the song was a bit upbeat. A remix of beats that you hardly knew filled your ears as you kept your hands on Kuroo’s neck as he placed his hands on your hips, the both of you swinging to the beat as you blended into the crowd.

His gorgeous brown eyes were focused on you as he casually rested his hands on your lower back, pulling you closer as the music slowly faded into something more sensual. You took notice of how his eyes grew darker as he kept his gaze on your lips, you gave him a smirk and pulled him even closer to your body, feeling how his body tensed up the moment your chest touched his.

Line.

You smirked, knowing that you had the upper hand to tease Kuroo by slowly dragging your long red nails against his upper body, from his back, to his shoulder blades and through his neck that made him physically shiver from your touch. Your breath tickled his neck as he slowly grasped your lower back, his hands dangerously nearing the swell of your ass. You knew that you had him right where you wanted him, of course you knew how to play. This was your favorite game after all.

Sinker— wait.

You almost had him. Almost. Kuroo gave you a smirk before you could pull away and leave him, suddenly grabbing your ass firmly then he turned you around, he was tightly gripping onto your hips so you wouldn’t even dare to pull away. Letting out a yelp of surprise as he lowered his head to your ear.

“you thought I couldn’t play your game now, did you?” he whispered, his minty breath that had a slight smell of alcohol in it made a chill go down your spine as he grinded his hips into your ass, a noise almost came out of your mouth and you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning like a pornstar in front of people. Heat immediately took its place upon your cheeks, turning you red.

You gave him a side glare as he moved his body to the music, his large and warm hands still on your hips as he grinded into you slowly, making your knees weak as he started to pant into your ear. Clearly, he was enjoying his time teasing you to no end, you craved for his body warmth, making your mind slowly go fuzzy with desire.

Kuroo of course knew your little game, you would reel them in and play with them for a while before hopping to another bar a week after. He knew because he saw one of his acquaintances get enchanted by you a week ago in a lobby of a cheap hotel, he still remembered the ghost of your smile on your lips when you left him waiting in the lobby and never returned.

He caught a glimpse of your face, red from blushing and your pretty little mouth a bit agape. You were obviously breathless from his little teasing and decided to tease you a bit more, with a long kiss to your nape that made your breath hitch he slowly pulled away and retreated from the dance floor, he gave you a smirk and went over to the bar where you and him previously sat.

He took a seat and sipped on his untouched drink, smirking to himself as he waited for you to regain your composure and went to stomp after him angrily. You couldn’t deny how good his body molded into yours, it felt good. Too good. His scent was so unique and addicting unlike all the other guys whose scent made you throw up, his scent made you crave even more. That gentle minty scent with a hint of alcohol. You were greedy.

You slammed a hand on the table and glared at him. Kuroo made quite a weird sound of amusement “Oya?” with that stupid smirk on his face, he chuckled at your flushed cheeks, messy hair and wrinkly silk dress.

“I hate you.” You said though gritted teeth, his grinned at your attempt to sound tough and stood up, Kuroo used his height as an advantage to radiate an intimidating, dominating aura that he usually uses during volleyball matches back in highschool and towered over you. Your breath hitched in your throat once more and leaned back a bit, but as soon as you leaned back, he leaned forward and whispered in your ear.

“you wish.”

And damn he was right.

The trip to his own apartment unit wasn’t long at all, but as soon as the both of you went through the door. You grabbed his collar and practically smashed his lips onto your own, you took him by surprise.

You sly vixen.

Your tongue mingled in with his own as he held onto your cheeks, pulling you flush against his chest. Your tongue invaded his mouth as an attempt to show him who you were, but you were taken back when he moved his hands farther to your hair and tugged on it eliciting a moan from you. He smirked and dived right in, claiming his place in your mouth, teasingly sucking your tongue as he guided you to the nearest wall, pinning you right there as he continued to invade your mouth with his tongue.

It was getting hotter and hotter by the second, his hands slowly went down and onto the swell of your ass, grasping it for a second before you jumped onto him. Your mouths never leaving each other, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pressed you against the wall. You could feel the outline of his dick rub against your clothed private area as he grinned into the kiss, you resisted the urge to moan as he kept grinding onto you with the intent of making you moan, he pulled away from the deep kiss and stared at you for a second.

He thought that you were beautiful even if your lipstick was smeared and your hair was a mess with a light sheen of sweat on the sides of your face, you still looked amazing in Kuroo’s eyes.

“Fuck…” he muttered out and quickly carried you into his own bedroom and kicked the door closed as he gave your neck light kisses as an attempt to find your sweet spot but unfortunately you still had the black ribbon on your neck. He laid you down on the bed and you stared up at him as he propped himself on his elbows which were on the either sides of your head.

You were breathless and undeniably horny from your previous acts with Kuroo, and damn, did Kuroo kiss you like a man that was deprived from kisses for years. It was as if he was stranded in the dessert and you were the oasis that he had been trying to find for so long.

But you were not mistaken, this wasn’t love at all. You both knew that; this heat and tension was simply caused by physical and sexual attraction for one another.

Kuroo then leaned down and kissed your jawline, nibbling it in the process as he placed his knee in between your legs, your back arched at the sensation as you grasped at his shoulder blades completely wrinkling his black dress shirt. He reached the ribbon on your pretty little neck and teasingly pulled it off with his teeth as he maintained eye contact with you. In response, you let out a whine of desperation. You have never felt so exposed and so turned on in your life. He leaned away as he kept the ribbon in between his own teeth and stared at you with his dark eyes.

“take it off.”

And with the command of Kuroo’s deep voice, you sat up and reached for the zipper on your back, you slowly pulled it down and grabbed the ends of your dress and pulled it over your head. You had nothing underneath your dress except for your black, lacy underwear. Kuroo grinned and grabbed your wrists, he laid you back down and you shivered from his gaze, your nipples immediately perked up at how the cool air blew onto you. With your very own ribbon, he tightly tied your wrists, it’s width and length being enough to provide you with a make-shift rope.

“you’re into this?” you asked with a teasing smile on your face as you watched at how Kuroo began unbuttoning his black dress shirt. He smirked in return and leaned down to give you a deep kiss and pulled away, leaving you breathless once more.

“it’s just to keep you from running away.” he purred into your ear and threw his shirt away, leaning down to kiss you once more, he dived in between your arms and you used your elbows to keep him there as you both mingled your tongues with one another once more. After playing with your mouth for a bit he trailed his kisses down to your neck and once more searched for that one spot on your neck, you chuckled at his attempts but you let out a choked moan as you felt his fingers trailing down your stomach and felt it on your clit.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he teasingly pats his fingers over your clothed clit, occasionally grinding hard. Kuroo soon bit onto a spot just on the juncture of your neck near your ear which made you moan, he smirked into your neck and continued to bite and suck on the spot.

Kuroo grabbed onto the waistband of your panties and slowly dragged them down as he continued to leave bite marks and hickeys on your neck and collarbone, going down to the swell of your breasts and continued to ravish your chest with lingering kisses and small bites which would make you mewl out in pleasure. You weren’t used to be treated like this, although it was sexually frustrating, you appreciated at how careful Kuroo was treating you.

His one hand crept up and grasped your right breast as he sucked on your left, his tongue circling around your nipple as you panted out his name, you couldn’t move your arms freely so you grabbed his hair, Kuroo clicked his tongue at your action and looked up, pausing for a moment. His cold glare made shivers go down your spine, you whimpered at the feeling of his fingers toying with your clit.

“Hands up.” He spit out coldly. You complied, not wanting to get on his bad side. You heard Kuroo whisper “Good girl.” And it made you squirm against the sheets; the praise made your heart swell. Kuroo slowly pushed his index finger into your entrance and you hissed, although you were wet it has been quite a while since you’ve touched yourself, the previous week got you busy not really giving you time to do these kinds of actions.

“You’re surprisingly tight and wet. Little kitty behaved herself I presume?” Kuroo asked as he slowly dragged his finger out of your wet cavern and slowly pushed it in, his knuckles touching the skin around your tight entrance which made you arch your back a bit as you leaned into the pillows, panting. God, his fingers were long and a bit large. Normally you would’ve done this to yourself with your random one-night stands, but Kuroo gave you the pleasure of fingering you first before sex.

“Y-yes Kuroo.” You said, breathless from the way he moved his finger in and out of you. Soon enough he pushed in his middle finger as well, he curled them up inside of your cunt which hit a spot that had you arching your back further. He smirked and latched his tongue onto one of your breasts as his free hand grabbed your hip, pulling you closer to him.

“Faster, please.” You pleaded, staring down at how his tongue would play with your nipple as he continued to slide his lengthy fingers in and out of you, soon his thumb came in contact with your clit and you let out a loud moan.

“Kuroo! P- please!” you moaned out as you arched your back, he quickened his pace. Kuroo grunted at how your velvety walls hugged his fingers perfectly as he continued to thrust in and out of you. You were breathless, you head was spinning from the pleasure that you received. Kuroo knew that you were going to cum from his fingers, he didn’t mind at all, he lowered his head down to your stomach and finally lowered himself to your clit, giving it an experimental kiss before giving you a long lick.

Your hips thrusted up and Kuroo immediately pinned it down, continuing to lick and suck on your clit, you let out loud moans and pants of his name as he spread your entrance wide open with his fingers and shoved his tongue inside of you. Your hands immediately grabbed onto his hair and pushed him further down, you were lost in pleasure as he proceeded to thrust his tongue in and out of your entrance as his fingers toyed with your clit.

With a last moan of his name, your body tensed up as your toes curled in pleasure. Your head was buried deep into his pillow as he lapped up your juices, giving your deep and hard licks along with it. You finally calmed down and closed your eyes, Kuroo stared at you for a moment. Your whole body was covered in hickeys and bite marks which came from him, your cheeks flushed red as you were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Beautiful.

He gave the inside of your thigh a bite and a small suck, marking you as you whimpered at the sensation. Kuroo sat up and began to remove his pants and underwear, you saw his size and was amazed by it, he was certainly lengthy and girthy with a delicious vein underneath, precum oozed from the tip as his dick stood tall against his stomach.

“Like what you see?” Kuroo smirked at you, which made you roll your eyes. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned back down on top of you, giving you a passionate kiss on the lips in which you returned. He reached for the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a condom, closing it gently but not ever breaking away from the kiss. He pulled away and ripped the package open with his teeth, taking the condom out and putting it on Kuroo looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

You nodded at him and raised your arms, he slipped right through them and pushed himself inside of you. He was larger than what you had expected. You let out a choked moan and squeezed your eyes shut, although the lubrication from the condom and from your cum helped him ease inside of your tight walls, the sensation made you hiss. Kuroo still carefully pushed inside until there was nothing more to push.

You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. Kuroo gave you a smile and pulled away before thrusting back in slowly as his eyes never left yours. It felt too good to be one with him, you spread your legs wider for him and he slipped out of your arms, he held onto you hips and began to pick up the pace. You moaned in pleasure as you kept your hands close to your chest, he let out a curse word and gripped onto your hips tighter.

“K-kuroo!” you were moaning out his name on repeat in between pants as he continued to thrust himself, his cock was pulsating inside of your twitching walls as he groaned, sitting up straight, he grabbed your legs and put them onto his shoulders. He flashed you a grin and began to pound inside of you.

The bed was creaking, moving back and forth as he held onto your legs, providing him a space that was much more deeper than his previous place. He was thrusting in and out of you like an animal, and you were moaning in delight. Soon enough he hit a spot that made you arch your back, your chest pressing against his. Your hands became fidgety as he continued to thrust in and out of that special spot that made your vision go white, you were pulling on the ribbon and finally it snapped. You grabbed onto his shoulders and you spread your legs wider for him to pound into you, Kuroo was startled at your actions but continued to pleasure you and himself, nonetheless.

“W-wait, [name]!” he called out as he continued to thrust inside of you, he was about to come undone as soon as you tightened up around him. You felt amazing around his cock, as if you didn’t play and sleep with men every other week and leave them hanging. But he caught onto your little game and played you; you were actually enjoying yourself getting lost in pleasure as Kuroo wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you both over.

Even if you were on top, he wouldn’t let you have control that easily. You were surprised at the sudden position change and laid your hands on his flat stomach and proceeded to ride him, you thought that you had the upper hand until Kuroo grabbed onto your hips and thrusted up into you. With the new position, Kuroo could hit deeper places than before. You let out a surprised moan when he continued to thrust in and out of you, upwards.

“K-kuroo!” you whined out, tears building up in your eyes from the pleasure as your hands found its comfort on his well-toned abs. Kuroo let out a groan as his thrusts became sloppier, you were crying from the pleasure and yelped when his thumb toyed with your clit. With a few more thrusts you arched your back and let out a loud moan as you came around him, he continued to thrust sloppily and came inside of the condom as well.

You were both trying to recover from your high as Kuroo slipped out of you. You fell onto his chest as you panted heavily, carefully Kuroo took off the condom and tied it up, shooting at the trash bin at the other side of the room. You couldn’t move and speak at all, and you felt tired from what you both did.

“You tired, sweetheart?” he asked teasingly as he cupped your cheek. You moved your head to face him and gave him a glare before rolling off of him, he smiled and grabbed onto your waist, clinging onto you.

“Let go.” You said, struggling to fight with Kuroo as well as your tiredness.

“Stay the night.” He mumbled into your ear and buried his face on the crook of your neck. You sighed, deciding to leave in the morning and closed your eyes, drifting to sleep instantly.

You woke up to the smell of fresh bacon and pancakes, you looked around and saw that you were still at Kuroo’s apartment. You were actually surprised to find yourself clean and dressed in unfamiliar boxers and a large gray t-shirt. With a sigh, you hopped out of bed and in an instant, your legs felt like jelly.

“I fucking hate him…” you muttered out before holding onto the wall and practically limped down the hall and found Kuroo in black glasses leaning by the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand, he looked up and gave you a smile.

“Good morning.” He said and grabbed plates from the cupboard. You looked at the table and saw pancakes and bacon with a carton of orange juice on the side.

“You should eat first, then let’s talk.” Kuroo said and placed the plates in front of empty seats, you sighed for the nth time and shrugged. You proceeded to sit down on an empty seat near the hallway and in front of Kuroo as he sat himself down as well. He put his hands together and said his thanks along with you and the both of you began to eat. The silence wasn’t awkward at all, it was actually comforting and the soft radio music in the background helped with the good morning vibe.

“I first saw you in a lobby of a cheap hotel last week.” He started, you stopped in mid-bite and looked at him as he calmly continued to slice up his pancakes and slowly put them in his mouth to chew.

“I actually laughed when you left that guy waiting in the lobby, and when I saw you in the bar giving some random guys a flirty smile I thought that you must be used to this.”

“I am.” You replied, your gaze lowering down to your pancakes that was drizzled with maple syrup and spread with butter.

“But why?”

“Don’t you think it’s easier playing for fun instead of getting serious?” you replied casually and watched at how Kuroo stopped his movements from your peripheral vision, but he didn’t look at you.

“Yeah, I collect pieces of broken hearts of people and take ‘em with me. But none of that is of your concern now, is it?” you gazed at him with a smug expression. Kuroo let out a chuckle and looked at you as he propped his elbows on the table as he stared into your eyes with a smile.

“You can have my whole heart right now.”

His response surprised you, the smug expression on your face was replaced with confusion.

“Stay, and let’s get to know each other properly.” He said and stood up, he grabbed his plate and put it in the sink.

“Join me on the couch when you’re finished, okay?” Kuroo said to you and smiled, he walked over and pressed a kiss onto your cheek before ruffling your hair and walking into the living room where he sat on the couch and turned on the remote.

And you swore that your heart was beating loudly inside of your chest the moment you touched the place where Kuroo kissed you.

Fuck.

[ holy shit i am never writing smut ever again HHHHH IT TOOK ME 3 DAYS TO WRITE THIS AJHKDHAJHAJK. ]

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut

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smalltragedy · 4 years ago

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* brigette lundy-paine, nonbinary + they/them | you know kirby wormwood, right? they’re twenty five, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, two weeks? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to ring ring by mika like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole balancing acts at perilous heights destined to entertain, jack of all trades master of none, refusal to accept the mortal world as it is thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is december 1st, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them )

hllo welcome 2 my third character i love them a lot theyre a. remake of an older oc of mine so this is fun <3 sdfhk anyways once again i am asking u. pleathe like if u wld like to plot.

ARSON TW

mini playlist.

wizard ;; lucas lex / ring ring ;; mika / crows ;; clues / sunrise sunset ;; bright eyes / la llorona ;; beirut / no children ;; the mountain goats / might be love ;; the pesky snakes / sax in the city ;; let’s eat grandma.

statistics.

full name: kirby wormwood (currently).

nickname(s): magpie.

birthday: december 1st, 1995.

zodiac: sagittarius sun, aries moon, libra ascending.

mbti & temperament: estp & improvisor / sanguine.

label: the hellion.

hometown: abilene, texas.

sexuality: bisexual.

pinterest.

biography.

alright lets get right into it. kirby ws switched at birth. they cld’ve hd a very like. picket fence trampoline in the backyard. 4 columns cos its texas n it feels right. bt instead they were chosen <3 somewhat unintentionally <3 by dorothea n fawley wormwood, two traveling circus workers who emergency stopped in abilene.

n u know what. growing up in st. pierre’s traveling circus ws kinda fkn awesome? like ok. besides the fact tht they were homeschooled fr like evr n there were a sparing amt of children 2 socialize with? it ws p cool idk.

it ws kinda like everybody ws their parent n also not at all bc they were all very casual. bt they grew up learning hw 2 maintain the circus (n also like. normal school thingz bt i dnt think kirby hs ever cared abt school like ever) n whenever they hd a show kirby wld facepaint or handle tickets until they were old enough 2 start learning like. the Real fun things.

fawley hd a lot of his own weird odd little like superstitions n beliefs n practically raised kirby on them like n they dnt rly <3 make a lot of sense. lots of made up philosophy. very much like. nothing defines u. u cn b anything or anyone. n kirby ws like ok cool. n then developed a god complex.

names didnt rly stick 2 kirby when they were a kid like. nothing satisfied them or felt worthy fr them or simply they just. got tired of a name. this isnt related 2 them being nonbinary BUT it did help ease some of the. pressure of exploring gender identity. theyve only hd one name tht stuck genuinely n tht ws magpie n. thts bc everybody hd their own bird name n it felt very. like community. like a role. usually the names they used during performances bt. anyways KFHDSGLKKHL

theyre Kirby bt answers 2 most. neutral nouns.

honestly. they were also a rascal as a youth. ws like. oh. i learned sleight of hand? cool. time 2 pick pockets. wld throw popcorn into the hair of other kids n b like. omggg what was that ... became a mime fr a year. it ws a rigorous training.

now a master of charades. bt anyways. they traveled pretty much weekly, maybe bimonthly n sometimes just pure monthly. there wsn’t an off season fr them, when the colder months came they’d travel south and when summer rolled in they’d go right back up again. it ws easy to switch personas almost daily n just. never reveal ur true self. totally not saying tht’s what kirby did bt thts what they did. it nvr made them lose sight of themselves it ws more like. acting. tricking ppl fr fun.

anyways all good things come 2 an end and when kirby ws like. 18. they were like hey ur old enough that we cn trust u with fire. we think. n they started 2 learn fire-throwing n like. they were ok at it bt lessons were painfully slow n kirby ws like. i wld b so good at this if i cld do it all the time. n it ws like. hey kirby, chill. u already know a lot of things.

arson tw // u see where this is going. tents are kind of flammable. kirby ws unsupervised. bad decisions all around. circus is aflame. all the animals n all the circus workers got out fine bt like. st. pierre’s ws efficiently out of business. arson end of tw //

n kirby fkn booked it they just. ran. pure fear. nvr looked back which is like super traitorous of them 2 do bt. sometimes they meet up in secret like. sunglasses n all at a coffee shop. not all of them just like. fawley or someone else. theyre like. ur family u cld burn down a thousand circuses n we’d still love u. n kirby is like yeah i know bt i’ve rly committed to the bit now. n they dnt reunite.

anyways. since then kirby hs just been. a traveler. nvr rly staying anywhere fr super long n driving around in their shitty little van tht’d been used as housing back at st. pierre’s.

they’re in irving n theyve been there fr almost. suspiciously long. compared 2 their average stays. when asked abt what they do or why theyre there theyll just. give a vague answer or spin a long tale tht usually involves a burning circus.

theyre staying at uh. abernathy creek rn bc of course they r they fit in so naturally. welcomed with wide arms. might b soul searching rn might b on the hunt fr their birth parents might b just vibing ... whose to say ..

personality & facts.

has a Big personality tht attracts others fr better or fr worse. either super likeable or the most despicable person on the earth. no in betweens. n honestly tht is a talent in itself

has no off button is constantly. spinning tales or performing a dance or getting kicked out of bars fr whatever nonsense reason.

honestly they prob think tht nothing bad cn ever happen to them even tho like. bad has literally happened 2 them before? love the optimism here. KLFGDLKFSDHGF

acts a bit like u’ve known them fr ur entire life they r oddly warm in tht way bt they themself r so distant tht its like. oh nice ok ...

both honest n yet dishonest like. yes they will hustle u out of ur money bt they will also tell u their opinion straight up.

probably smart bt they r just like. prime thembo? flowy pirate shirts n cropped tshirts n pants tht r never tight. dresses like they do still work n live at a circus.

likes 2 instigate things between others n then stand back n just watch it happen while taking like zero accountability. loves a good small town drama. avid milf hunter.

does not hv any faith in the american healthcare system at all n will straight up refuse 2 go 2 a hospital if they get hurt theyre like. i cn do it myself im like practically a professional. they r not a professional.

bt does hv like. a thing abt apples. fkn loves them.

uuuhhh cn play instruments bt all very badly. only knows one (1) song tht isnt made up n its wonderwall by oasis. they play it at parties. they expect fr tomatoes to b thrown at them at any given time.

very nimble. agile. granted its frm. learning circus tricks frm a baby age bt they hv impeccable balance n cn sneak up behind anyone without a single noise. uses this 2 their advantage in order 2 scare ppl. chaotic neutral.

loves having the attention on them i wont fk around here. will go to drastic measures to accomplish receiving it. my other muses r capable of taking things srsly bt kirby just. is not. they do not take a single thing srsly they barely even took. st. pierre’s destruction srsly n they caused it. maybe.

likes being able to just. be unknown so the amt tht ppl know abt them is actually very. little. i dnt think they even tell others their last name. sometimes not even their first. just hs so many aliases n nicknames. i know i didnt list any bt thts simply bc Any cld.

probably acts out to compensate fr the. underlying guilt they hv bt thts okay. i mean it isnt bt.

will probably show up if u call them fr help bt they lose interest in people p quickly n r always moving onto the next shiniest person. bt when they do they give them like. all their attention. if u wrong them in this period they will just. ignore it. bt when theyre bored then its like. u werent even friends at all? very odd.

perhaps it is commitment issues bt <3 ya. thts them. they do not claim favorite colors or movies or. most interests. probably bc theyre very very disconnected frm pop culture i think they learn everything thru twitter n google.

i wld not call them a good person bt i also dnt think theyre like evil horrible nasty awful they just. think abt themself a lot more than they think abt others n also refuses to face consequences ever and also .. anyways.

wanted plots.

part of the bird’s nest ;; honorary bird honorary circus member. u hv to be very well regarded by kirby to earn a bird name bt i feel like tht doesnt feel like a lot considering theyve only been here fr like. two weeks KDGDSHKGK. the catch is tht u cn only refer 2 them as magpie frm then forward.

hand in unlovable hand ;; theres comfort in being terrible ppl together n it may not last bt it doesnt hv to anyways. its just them n the like. vibes. n knowing tht its smth thts nvr gna b long term. cld b anything ur character just hs to be also a little evil. KHDSGFDS

one jester ... wht abt ... TWO jesters .. ;; hoo boy. ooh man. unstoppable force and immovable object combine forces n just become. the worst of the worst. ultimate jokesters. epic pranksters. absolute clowns. chaotic energy unmatched. always nonsense.

n also ;; ppl they’ve stolen frm, ppl who hv caught them in that act, ppl who’ve maybe seen them in the circus a very long time ago, Found Family Trope, real family shenanigans, kirby just asking everybody if theyre their dad., mortal enemies if they see each other its an instant duel 2 the death, etc.

#( kirby wormwood. ) about. / sunrise sunset.#irvingintro #arson tw

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magnolia-penn · 4 years ago

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Future Vision

Chapter One: A Blast To The Past

Hahaha YEET. Here comes chapter one right at ya. I thought maybe people would be more interested if I shared the actual first chapter so here we go!

Warnings: Swearing, Ocs, Spoilers?(A little later in the series), Oc Death(I Glossed over it tho) lemme know if I missed anything

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Love comes from the most unexpected places. You certainly weren’t expecting to find love when you felt yourself suddenly lurch forward and land face-first into some sand.

Sand? You thought to yourself. How in the hell?

You were just in your bedroom, about to be picked up by your friend for a snow-filled weekend at her family’s winter cabin. Sand seemed like a million miles from you, and yet, there you sat, in the sand.

“Look out!” A voice cried from behind you.

In an instant, you were lifted from the ground by the back of your jacket heaved to the side. You were just barely out of the way as a burst of lightning struck where you just sat. All you saw was a flash of purple before you were tossed unceremoniously into the awaiting arms of a man dressed in red robes.

He carefully pulled you into his chest as a burst of flames erupted from his side with a … squawk? That definitely sounded like a bird.

You pulled yourself out of the strange man’s chest long enough to see where the fire was directed. There, surrounded by a few other men, was a gigantic swirling mass of colors, seeming conducted by the man on one knee below it.

“Don’t look.” The man holding you instructed.

You did as you were told and buried your face back into his robes. He was warm, you noticed, in a comforting way. You were at a distance, but you could still hear the words of the man on his knee.

“Try as you might, but Liv will bring an amplifier to Lord DIO’s World!” You could feel the piercing stare from the man. “No! That’s not the right one!”

You felt an invisible force start to tug at you, pulling you in the direction of the man. There was a sharp tug before it was cut off by a voracious cry from the same purple being that previously pulled you to safety.

The colors quickly disappeared from the air as the man took his last breath, beaten to death by the purple manifestation. The man holding you let you go, only to scramble to keep you from falling to your knees.

“Easy there, Miss.” He caught you by the back of your legs and hoisted you up bridal style. He gently carried you to where the others stood.

They were discussing something when you were brought to them. You took note of all of their appearances. They were a strange bunch.

There was an old man at the center of the group, dressed in clothes you would see adventurers wearing in movies. Khakis, tan short-sleeved shirt, hat, all the works. You guessed it made sense with all the sand. He was grey in his hair and beard, but his broad shoulders and muscled physique left no doubt your mind that he could throw you quite far if so prompted.

He was yelling at a teen dressed in a thick black gakuran with a chain attached to the high collar. He also donned a black hat that was adorned with gold charms and torn in the back.

The old man also took the time to scold a man with silver hair slicked up with gel. He was wearing a black, one strapped tank top that barely contained his pectorals and had cute little broken heart dangle earrings. Every time he would whine to the old man, he spoke in a distinctly French accent.

“And what are you laughing about?” The old man’s fury was directed at the hardly concealed chortling of the last remaining member of the group. He was also a teen wearing a gakuran, although his was slim fitting and green. His hair was a cherry red and had a long curl that fell in front of his face.

You also took a moment to study the man holding you. His body heat and thick robes had you concerned for him, but there wasn't even a bead of sweat on his brow. He didn't show any sign of faltering, even after holding you for almost ten minutes. The most notable feature on him was his interesting… scars? That accentuated his facial structure.

They were all very attractive, you noticed. Each in their own ways.

“Um,” You quietly got your embracer’s attention. “What’s going on?”

“That will take some time to explain.” He responded.

“Oh.”

You didn’t say anything after that. The two of you stood in silence as the old man continued to yell at the other three.

“Yare yare. I don’t see the problem here.” The teen in all black grumbled. “Killing Eli was the only way to stop ‘Receiver’, so I did.”

The old man glared hard at the teen, his left hand twitching with audible metal clicks.

“The problem, Jotaro, is without Eli to open ‘Receiver’, we can’t send her back.” He pointed a thumb back at you, still in the arms of the dark male.

“He said his sister has the same Stand.”

“That’s not the point, Jotaro! She’s also with DIO, and now that we killed her brother, I doubt she’ll want to help us!”

The two began to bicker again as the teen in green and the man with white hair slid closer to where you stood, slightly hiding behind the man. The other two fought for quite a while, although it was primarily the old man talking.

You asked to be sat down, and the man complied. He was gentle and introduced himself as Muhammed Avdol, and his Stand, Magician’s Red. The other two peeped in and introduced themselves as well. The teen was Noriaki Kakyoin and Hierophant Green, and the man was Jean Pierre Polnareff and Silver Chariot.

The fight between the old man and the teen dressed in all black looked like it was about to escalate into something physical before Avdol spoke up.

“Mr. Joestar, I don’t believe that this is any way to behave in front of a lady.” He scolded.

The old man, Mr. Joestar, suddenly clamped shut and turned to face you. He quickly started to sprout apologies for both him and his grandson, the presumed Jotaro.

“It’s alright,” You said with a chuckle. “I’ve had my fair share of stubborn and edgy teens while in school.”

“Edgy?” Mr. Joestar repeated, puzzled by the adjective.

“Huh? Oh yeah, it’s a term used to describe dark, brooding people who act tough.” You explained. “It’s a dead meme, but I still use it.”

“Meme?”

“Are you that old? Memes are internet jokes.” You knew that some people weren’t the dankest of meme lords, but you don’t have to be that dank to understand what a meme is. It’s 2020 for crying out loud! Who doesn’t know what a meme is?

“Internet? Like the big clunky computer thingamajig?”

“Computers, laptops, phones, tablets, gaming consoles, anything with a wifi connection.” For emphasis, you pulled your smartphone from your pocket.

There was a collective gasp from the males, concerning you. You could understand Mr. Joestar, but the other young adults made no sense. Anybody who’s anybody has a smartphone these days.

Slowly, as you put more thought into it, your face began to drop. You knew about Stands, both from having one yourself and from your friend, Magnolia, who worked at the Speedwagon Foundation and taught you how to use yours. Yet, you could never imagine a Stand being powerful enough to...

“Avdol?” You called out quietly. “What year is it?”

“1989.”

“Excuse me a second.”

With that, you stepped away from the group and crested a sand dune. As soon as you got out of sight, you cover your mouth with your hands and screamed out a muffled, but still quite loud,

“HOW IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!!”

You took a moment to scream wordlessly into your hands before regaining your composure. You turned to walk back up the sand dune when a green head popped up from the side where the men were.

You recognized it as Hierophant Green, Kakyoin’s Stand. You sent it a reassuring smile and activated your Stand. Your Stand, Chemical Romance, was an incredibly short-ranged Stand that allowed you to touch, talk to, understand, and locate other Stands. You extended your arm to allow the emerald Stand to enable it to climb up it, a gesture you often offered to Magnolia’s serpentine Stand. It took the Stand a second to process what you were doing, but as soon as it did, it raced up your arm and wrapped itself loosely around your neck.

You gave it a gentle pat on the head and giggled when you heard Kakyoin yelp from the neural connection amplified by your Stand.

You slid down the sand dune and almost tripped at the bottom, your embarrassing face plant postponed for another time because Hierophant Green used his coils to catch you. You cast a haphazard smile to the group before picking the Stand up and off your shoulders. Hierophant stretched and turned to a semi-solid mass, the same way cats do when picked up, and you could see Kakyoin shiver from the amplified feeling of ghost hands.

“Sorry about that, I needed a minute. How much of that did you hear?” The priceless looks you got confirmed that they heard it all.

“So, uh, what’s the issue?” Polnareff asked hesitantly, not wanting to set you off again.

“Nothing much. Just the fact that I was dragged 31 years into the past.” You replied innocently.

Your words received a couple of nods, and a sigh of relief as the meaning of what you said glossed over their heads. You didn’t say anything, knowing their reactions would be hilarious when it finally hit them.

It was Mr. Joestar who broke first.

“OH MY GOD!!”

#Future Vision #FV Chapter One #kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #jojo kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin

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neon-nocte · 4 years ago

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Arielle re-reads The Dream Thieves (via audiobook)

I literally don’t care if anyone reads this, it’s fun. Also to set the scene 90% of the time I have been listening to this audiobook I have been playing animal crossing

Declan’s Aglionby dorm door reads “effervescent.” Yes ma’am

Declan pointing a gun at the grey man!! God I am excited for more badass Declan in mister impossible

“Ronan, a sinner himself, wasn’t as struck by the transgression as he was by Gansey’s insistence that they continue to pretend Adam was a saint.” (Ch 3) — and earlier in the chapter, the narration reflected that Ronan’s leather bracelets smelled like gasoline, which Ronan found sexy. I love me some “Ronan Lynch is in love with Adam Parrish” foreshadowing!!!!

Also, just the way Ronan Knows Adam. Adam’s “unknowable” arc, and the above quote, and when Blue says she doesn’t know Adam during their breakup scene, and in TRK when Adam talks to Gansey about his first kiss with Ronan, Gansey says that Adam knows Ronan better but Gansey has known Ronan longer.

“Blue was a fanciful but sensible thing, like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.” (Ch 10) — omfg I cannot believe this quote isn’t more famous in this fandom. I’m obsessed[[more]]

The way that Maura & The Grey Man have instant chemistry... could’ve been Blue & Gansey’s dynamic if she wasn’t so stubbornly “choosing” Adam

The way the Adam-mask-dream scene parallels & foreshadows the Adam-choking-Ronan scene from TRK....

The entirety of 1) Ronan writing on the rock in Cabeswater 2) Ronan dreaming of Adam in the mask and 3) the gang visiting the barns for the first time scenes are soooo good

Gansey in a t-shirt and jeans and both Ronan and Blue are a little ☺️😮 at seeing his collarbones

Ah yes the Classic “Ronan wasn’t a fan of lamps”

How Gansey holding the sleeping mouse reminded Ronan of being at the barns with Matthew as a kid.... Ronan Lynch has 3 brothers and that’s canon 😭

Adam finding the mask in the house at the barns and Ronan knocking it put of his hands, then hating everything about the house and his father and himself. 😭Cant really tell Adam “don’t mess with this particular dream object because it fucked you over in my dream and I can’t stand that because I’m in love with you, which is the whole reason why you were in my dream to begin with.”

Do you ever get that strange sense of deja vu when rereading a book and getting to a scene you don’t remember well until you read it again?

Blue going back & forth on whether Gansey was “oblivious” or “enlightened” during the argument about tarot & religion. I forgot how fun it is to watch Blue’s opinion of Gansey evolve in real time. She wants to hate him, to find him annoying, but he just keeps surprising her

Ronan cracking up at the obvious show of “men being attracted to women” when Adam & Gansey are all awed over Orla during the lake scene always sends me

Some things want to be found. !!!!!!!

I had forgotten that Ronan had dreamed about Adam tracing his tattoo on his bare back with his fingers! Foreshadowing to TRK!!!!

Seeing Adam incredibly nervous for the event with Gansey’s family one moment and then cracking the fuck up at the conversation about the pigeon show with Malory the next moment made me happy!

Mmm Blue admitting to herself that she is crushing on Gansey and NOT on Adam, finally we can get this show on the road. And by show I mean both Bluesey and Pynch

It’s the Blue picturing the dreaming tree vision of kissing Gansey to get in the mood for her kissing practice with Noah for me

The Adam/Blue breakup scene is so fucking iconic... for some reason “it’s not gonna be you” has always been hilarious to me

Adam, honey.... we should all be raging feminists. regardless of whether we are dating blue sargent.

I loveeeeeeeeee the Adam & Persephone dynamic and I’m so excited to see more of it in BLLB even tho :/ happens

I cannot stop myself from grinning like a fool during chapter 50 as Fully Psychic Adam refuses the narrative that his 3-card spread tells and pulls a 4th card. The magician!!! Yes boo!

When Adam asks Persephone if he’s different and she tells him that he already was but not the others won’t be able to stop noticing. Makes me think about Ronan, and how this is really when his & Ronan’s friendship changes, so it’s interesting that this occurs literally the very next scene after Adam’s breakup with blue

Scholar Gansey is my favorite Gansey too Blue

Blue & Gansey’s “let’s just pretend” scene 😭😭😭😭

Blue just trying to remain sensible the one time it actually fucking matters, he’s gonna be dead within the year! But she can’t resist! Because Gansey is canonically her soulmate 😭😭😭

Sometimes I get so into pynch that I forget how fucking tragically beautiful the Bluesey story is. They’re so good I love them so much

If I’m ever in a situation where I’m like “I’m not sure if I’m meant to be with This person or That person” I just need to reread all of the Bluesey scenes in this book for clarity

disregard all of the above my favorite ship in the series is blue Sargent/pink switchblade

“Gansey, who had looked aghast at the idea of the Grey Man having to abandon his books...” (ch 54) — god I love Gansey

Thinking about the TDT Ronan who is just learning how to control what he takes from his dreams vs CDTH Ronan who is like Hennessy’s Dreaming Professor

In other words, Ronan is to Hennessey in CDTH what Persephone is to Adam in TDT/BLLB. Or what Kavinsky is to Ronan minus literally everything about him besides his knowledge of how to dream

I remember when I first read this series I was lowkey shook at the “Ronan’s second secret was Adam” part even though it was obvious by then that Ronan was 1) gay and 2) gay for Adam. But as a lesbian who has been burned by queerbaiting so many times I was like yay! The bar is so low I stg

BLLB is the Book of Pining within the series so that will be extremely fun to listen to

#the raven cycle #trc #mine #the dream thieves

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borisbubbles · 5 years ago

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25. PORTUGAL

Elisa - “Medo de sentir”

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We’ve finally crossed over into the “I like this” territory :-) Let’s celebrate by booting another ballad ^_^

Song Analysis

This will be short and sweet though, since there isn’t much to say. “Medo de sentir” basically the Marie Myriam of its national final: It is a cromulent ballad that did nothing wrong and is solidly good, but not great in all the relevant areas (vocals, composition, staging).

I mean,

Even so, Elisa gave me a few small nuggets that warmed me to her, serving DRAMAFACE in the FdC Semi

and LOOKS in the Finale:

Peach puffy sleeves that rival Leonor Andrade’s legendary shoulder pads as a fashion statement <3 (honestly, this is pretty subdued for FdC fashion even? Hold on until I get talk about Felipe in the NF Corner)

Honestly, you may wonder why I like this more than “Répondez-moi”, but I don’t really have a reason - unless you’re willing to accept “Medo de sentir is underrated, is performed by a Weird Indie Girl and is from a criminally overlooked Eurovision country” as valid argumentations. Oh and while I only *very* mildly like Elisa, it is a decision I made myself, completely free of the social pressure I feel whenever Gjon, or heaven forbid, Roxen or Diodato, pop up.

Furthermore, the fact that I still like Elisa even after she won her NF also speaks greatly in her favour. I’m not sure if you were aware of how good FdC was this year? Well, sit down because you are about to witness it!

NF Corner

Remember how old Eesti Laul’s neck was snapped and its corpse was urinated on by the shit Estonians? Remember how the quirky indie weirdo entries had to find a safe haven elsewhere in Europe? The Portugese hallmark traits of “Not Giving A Fuck”, “Doing Our Own Thing No Matter What” and “What Do You Mean This Isn’t A Vimeo Showreel?” allowed for Festival da Canção to absorb Eesti Laul’s broken spirit and channel it from every (Ley-La-)Ley-Line.

and since this is the first *GREAT* 2020 NF I am covering, I will do HONORABLE MENTIONS before I actually review my four choices :o

Dubio - “Ceguiera”: Hamburglar-looking goddess <3333

MEERA - “Copo de gin”: Pure EL-style EDM *and* it’s about drinking gin, needless to say this song is basically *my anthem*. Jimmy P - “Abensonhado”: Rap rarely is my thing, let alone three minutes of it non-stop. Having said that, this is genuine and dramatic and Jimmy is flanked by a GOSPEL CHOIR (dressed in chasubles!!!) who support him in ENGLISH... I am not made of stone. JJaZZ - “Agora”: Totally slept on this weird indie anthem, but then they showed up looking like this:

and yes, it was even funnier in motion (sadly gif’ing rights are reserved to the Elite 4 soz) Elisa Rodrigues - “Não voltes mais”: a jolly tropical ballad in a genre I recognize but cannot name (some sort of pimba fado jazz? Does this work?) and was incomprehensibly hated by the Portuguese? Will I ever understand how this country operates? Probably never. Kady - “Diz so”: another pimba fado jazz sort of thing? My friend André (who is from Brazil) tells me it’s actively parodying Brazillian counterculture and leftist stereotypes which is such a random quirk to put in a Portuguese music comp <3

And before we move on, I’ll chuck in a very speclal DISHONORABLE mention for our good friends Blasted Mechanism.😈 I actually forgot to do my jury duties for ESCUnited here, so I’ll just let James (the person with the best taste on our team, including yours truly) do it for me:

Fucking *TRUTH*. “Rebellion’”s problem has always been a lack of motherfucking balls. Sure, these middle-aged steampunkers attempt to implement a genre shift between indie rock and fucking ORCHESTRAL METAL/HIP HOP and make it so underwhelming and pathetic? People blame the live, and yes it was *bad* (forever cackling at “REBELGIUM” tho), but it was the studio that failed to deliver on the promises it made. It always surprises me when people (Sean and Roy I AM coming for you) slam "Verona” for being a “fanwank” and then fall for a Rebellion which is basically a fanwank for heterosexual snobs. #ShotsFired.

Now, as for the actual Boris faves, LET US START WITH A LIBERAL DOSE OF ASKEW CUBISM

Judas - “Cubismo Enviesado”

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VÊS OU NÃO? VÊS OU NÃO? VÊS OU NÃO? VÊS OU NÃO? VÊS OU NÃO?

WHAT A FUCKING SPANDEX CATASTROPHE. “Cubismo enviesado” is a horrible song, the choreography looks like it had been conjured up during a particularly drunk night of bedroom karaoke and Judas can’t hold a tune for the life of him. The lyrics don’t even make sense in Portuguese <33333 It is an art school project gone disastrously wrong. NEEDLESS TO SAY, I AM OBSESSED.😍

Filipe Sambado - “Gerbera Amarelo do Sul”

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That look

The regal panache

Those... leather shorts?

IT IS SO QUEER I LOVES IT. As with Cubismo, I am fucking OBSESSED. However, unlike Cubismo, “Gerbera amarela do sul” is *legitimately* great, lol. In addition to having a KICK-ASS fado rhythm and the off-the-charts visual components (the jewellery! the hats! the throne! the hand choreography!), the lyrics are highly intelligent poetry geared at dismantling upper class snobism.😍 Rare to find an entry that kicks ass on SO MANY levels. Even harder to see it lose to Elisa Myriam - but I’m not sad it lost because, you know, it would have befallen the same fate as a “Telemóveis”. At least his existence makes the memory-holing of Achille Lauro’s ICONIC Virgin Queen Cosplay so much easier to stomach.

Throes & The Shine - “Movimiento”

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I mean, entries that open like THIS:

are instantly iconic, ngl. The best FdC entries offer a great triple of great looks, unplugged stubborn artistry and fun quirky rhythmes. Throes + The Shine pass this with flying colours and I mean, THOSE sunglasses alone yank up the laugh-out-laugh factor to astronomical levels. add in a hilarious choreography, sound effects that seemingly imitate duck mating noises and three very attractive men (in 2020! the concept!) and it’s an instant fave right there.

AND THEN MADE THEIR ENTRY EVEN BETTER BY ADDING MIDNIGHT GOLD/JOWST EFFECTS TO THEIR STAGING. 😍😍😍😍

MANCHAS DE LAMA NA SUA PELE

HEROES. 😍😍😍

and of course, this wouldn’t be a 2020 NF without an obvious runaway fave losing at the last minute:

Bárbara Tinoco - “Passe-partout”

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SHE IS TINY <3333:

She’s like a human bonsai... or a personal attack chincilla.

Okay, so Portugal were *THIS close* to out-France’ing the French with this sassy Zazballad, served with a generous dollop of parisian accordion and stank reaction shots.

Yet another entry that shamelessly uses an attractive man as a boytoy prop <333 For a brief moment, Bàrbara and Tiago establish themselves as a pair of lovestruck La La Land idiots, gearing themselves towards the EPIC moment where she will dump him... and then this happens before the first chorus:

Barbara opens up a can of dancer carbs and it completely fucks up her no-bullshit keto diet.

Those dancers man. They aren’t a *bad* addition in itself, but if your thing is “romance ballad but *plot twist* it’s actually an end of romance ballad get lost loser” do not burn the clou within the first minute of the performance to a group of dancers who don’t even dance *along with the beat of your song*. UGH.

(and also, more devastatingly, the reduce tiaGOD’s airtime how dare they grrr)

Fortunately though, I have learned to appreciate the wrecktitude of it all because it caused one of the funniest downfall narratives in recent ESC history. The Portuguese were, of course, foaming at the mouth with all the decisions Bárbara had made (not even for the points I raised, necessarily?) and Bárbara was having none of it. It went kinda like this

Juries: EWWW DANCERS AND CHOREOGRAPHY YOU ARE RAPING YOUR OWN SONG YOU PHILISTINE WHORE. Bárbara:

Juries: WOW WHAT *ARROGANCE*!! YOU THINK YOU CAN WIN BUT BOY DO WE HAVE NEWS FOR YOU :-)

and lo hand behold, the finale rolls on and Tinoco’s dancers are still there, and are even *MORE* present than they were in the semi (but also in sync with the beat) and Bárbara gets promptly jurydunked into third place. 😍 Even though she has the *ONLY* song in FdC that could have qualified in its semifinal. 😍 A woman who stands three apples tall trolling an entire nation and juries because she knew she had gold in her hands and then getting rigged out of the easiest nf victory out of pure SPITE 😍 WHAT AN ARC. 😍

Portugal 2020 vs Portugal 2021

Elisa probably would not have qualified. I’m not sure how popular of an opinion this is, but I prefer the semifinal performance of “Medo de sentir” and that wasn’t the staging they were going for. Not many people seemed to care either way, and that’s usually the death sentence for Portugal.

Elisa won’t be back for 2021 or whenever Eurovision is rebooted. :sigh: Fuck you, Coronavirus.

Freaky! Friday! Factor!

See: NF Corner:

Score: 4 Senhits out of 5.

#Eurovision 2020 #Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #Portugal #Elisa #Medo de sentir

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forthefandom · 5 years ago

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My take on the reylo evolution based on the movies and books. This is longer than I anticipated but I had a lot of fun working on it over the past few days. ✨

Rey&Kylo meet: Kylo is totally smitten at first sight. “So you’re the girl I’ve heard so much about” he’s completely taken back that she really is a scavenger from no where and in TFA novelization, Foster (the author) describes him as being mystified by her. Also, I’d like to point out that he personally carries her back to his ship, yet in the beginning when Poe was being detained he let the storm troopers deal with him. Rey, on the other hand, wasn’t Kylo’s #1 fan at that point and knew nothing of him except that he was with the First Order.

Starkiller base: Rey is pissed and calls Kylo a “creature in a mask” Kylo is totally amused and unhesitatingly takes his mask off and Rey is just like, damn, instant attraction (who can blame her tho😍) but she’s still really not in it yet. Kylo, though, can’t stop thinking about her and it really bothers him *in novelization* and Snoke even says that Kylo has compassion for her. SNOKE SAYS THAT AFTER THEY LITERALLY JUST MET THAT DAY AND CAN ALREADY FEEL THAT COMING FROM KYLO REN. *deep breath*

Star killer fight: so they’re fighting, Kylo isn’t really trying to hurt Rey, Rey definitely is trying to hurt Kylo🤦🏻‍♀️. Kylo is basically pleading with her to let him be her teacher, they fight some more and then Rey has a chance to kill him but instead runs away and leaves him there. In the book, she thought it would’ve been too vengeful to kill him and that was a feeling from the dark side **this was her first chance to kill him and didn’t do it**

TLJ has so much reylo growth (bless you, Rian Johnson)

The first force-FaceTime: Rey is still mad and Kylo’s mind is totally blown and is completely ignoring Rey’s anger because he’s trying to figure out wtf is going on *the book does a really good job with this scene dealing with their emotions.* We get that beautiful moment “can you see my surroundings.. I can’t see yours... just you” where we can see so much emotion on his face and it’s just perfection.

Second force-Time: Rey calls him a “murderous snake” and IT HURTS HIS FEELINGS, SHE CAN FEEL IT AND SHE IN TURN FEELS BAD BECAUSE SHE CAN FEEL THE LONELINESS AND PAIN THATS IN HIM. This, I feel, is the moment Rey starts to see Kylo as a human and starts to want to actually understand him. The force-time ends and Kylo is left staring at the spot Rey was just at, with the water on his glove and feeling all these emotions (which in the book, this is why he balls his fist, he’s trying to hide seeing the water on his glove)

Third force-FaceTime: shirtless Kylo🥰 no seriously, the book can explain this one:

“Rey made herself focus” girl, don’t fight it😂

Fourth force-time: this is the golden moment for reylo, the hand touching. The “you’re not alone” “neither are you” moment. When Rey was feeling completely alone and defeated, Kylo Ren was the only person she wanted to talk to and the only one she knew who would truly understand her. The feelings are there for both of them and they can’t deny it to themselves or each other. It’s beautiful. Leave it to Luke “bad timing” Skywalker to stop the moment BUT we see Rey go off in defense of Kylo/Ben Solo and her coming to the conclusion that he must be saved, “he’s our last hope” and that she is the one to do it.

On the Supremacy: the amount of feelings between them is palpable. The initial eye contact when she’s in the escape pod– hot. The elevator scene– iconic. It’s all coming together. *i also posted a cute little page from the book of them when she first arrived on the supremacy that was a little different from the movie that would add to this😉* Kylo is completely conflicted. They both know it and Rey is trying so hard to get him to openly admit it. As she’s slowly walking towards him, their feelings for each other are off the freaking charts, they both look so nervous but want it to happen. I mean seriously, did the door have to open right then😒

With Snoke: Kylo ever so gently leads her to Snoke. Kylo doesn’t look up the entire conversation until Snoke says he bridged their minds. That was the moment that Kylo knew what he had to do. From the time Snoke tosses Rey to the ground to when he kills Snoke, he never stopped looking at Rey.

Fighting the Praetorians: the moment after Rey realizes what Kylo just did and reached up and took her saber, she is ecstatic *again, novelization went into emotional details well here*, their faces at that moment are perfect and had all the feelings. We have the iconic thigh grab, a gift bestowed to the reylos with love from Rian. Rey risks a look to check on Kylo during the fight and because of that she’s wounded *novelization part, maybe in the movie but I can’t remember for sure* ALSO, in the book she’s aware of Kylo’s feelings the entire fight scene “she sensed Kylo’s excitement, and his hunger– as if he were a beast finally freed to confront his tormentors” (I believe the author, Max Fry, is a reylo and you can’t change my mind.) We have the saber toss and the eye contact after the fight that radiated sexual tension. I was ready for it🤷🏻‍♀️

The talk: Kylo wants her so bad at this point. “You’re nothing. But not to me” okay, bad word choice in the beginning of that sentence but I get what he’s saying. She’s been trying to figure out who she is in all of this and he knows that. Rey shouldn’t have been anyone important, she came from no where, wasn’t important to anyone and was forgotten but “not to me,” to Kylo she is everything. Rey is heartbroken from Kylo’s proposal to join him (yes, proposal😎)because she does want to be with him and knows of the goodness he’s capable of, but she can see he’s choosing a path that she can’t follow. The ship gets hit and Rey gains consciences first and *novelization part* has her **second opportunity to kill Kylo but, yet again, doesn’t** this time because she knows his story isn’t over and she can’t bring herself to do it (in other words because she loves him and isn’t ready to give up on him)

I’m stopping here because I’ve only seen TROS once, I just lied, I’ve seen it twice, but it’s been a while since I last saw it and I obviously I haven’t read the book yet because it’s not out.

#reylo

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all-hail-the-witcher · 5 years ago

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I have literally no clue how to do this, but director’s commentary on your ‘One expensive can of easy cheese’ fic?

hell yeah!!

all comments will be in bold

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Race was sat on top of the counter in his and Albert’s apartment, race only knows how to sit on counters lets be real, he can't sit in a chair to save his life a piece of duct tape over his mouth and his hands tied together with kitchen twine KINKYY. He sighed against his restraints, resigned to watch his boyfriend make their contribution to this year’s Thanksgiving gathering: mac and cheese. okay so its mac and cheese cause if you read spies mac and cheese is Literally the Only thing albert knows how to cook, other than coffee, and he's Really Fuckin Good At It (he's the mikey of mac and cheese okay this is my hc)

Now, of course everyone and their mother knew that mac and cheese was not a Traditional Thanksgiving Food is it though, r a c e r?. But, Albert had won (best out of three) mario kart yesterday so he had gotten to decide what they would bring to Jack’s house i was gonna make it rock paper scissors, i do not know hot to play mariokart, but it sounds more heated than rock paper scissors. Had Race known that he had been planning to make mac and fucking cheese, maybe he would have tried a little harder race be quiet you literally love alberts mac and cheese its a known fact.

Apparently, Albert was not pleased with Race’s reaction to his decision to make mac and cheese, and thought that Race might try to get in the way somehow (which he may or may not have fully intended to do) he did. So he did what any loving boyfriend would: sat him on the counter, put duct tape over his mouth and tied his hands together so he wouldn’t interfere albert sounds real kinky in this, why did i make this so kinky, wait when did i even write this.

Race was beginning to wonder why he had agreed to move in with Albert in the first place. CAUSE YOU LOVE HIM THATS WHY

With a violent shake of his head and one final spat who the fuck uses the word spat huh saph??, he was able to dislodge the duct tape d i s l o d g e thats some karen bs right there.

“Albieeeeee,” he whined, laying down on the counter. “Can you pleaaaaaaaseee let me helllllllllp?” yeah albert let him help jeez he's the one who actually knows how to cook

Albert barely glanced up as he pulled the big wooden spoon out of the pot and gave it a thoughtful lick note to self, all licks should always be thoughtful. “Hmmmmmmm. No.” dumbass. if only you knew what was coming.

“But-!” He wriggled w r i g g l e d around to give Albert his best puppy dog eyes. “Can I make something else then? Ple-OW!” He glared at the spatula that had been hurled at his arm. “You apologize for that!” damn albie why so mean? o wait i wrote this wait...

“Nah.” He smirked and went back to stirring his wretched pasta okay but i did a good job making race salty i gotta give myself that. Well, actually Albert’s mac and cheese was quite good hELL YEAH IT IS. Race was just salty that he was making it for Thanksgiving when it was very well known that he was the chef of the two and Jack was expecting something good not the mac and cheese Albert famously made at 2am in college when they were all high as hell. okay real talk tho, no one eats good mac and cheese in college, its the instant microwave shit cause were all broke so thats a lie race

“Can you at least untie me then?” ;)

“No.” Albert even bother considering this time. albert this is gettin Real Kinky..

“Well.” If logic wasn't going to work on Albert he would have to try another method. “I know you know how to make a guy feel good Albie HAH YES I KNEW I PULLED SOMETHING WEIRD, but I never expected ropes to be a part of it. What’s next? Handcuffs? Whips? Chains?” i gotta tell ya life without ya has been hard. hard? has been bad. bad? has been r o u g h. k i N kY

In two seconds flat Race was out of his kitchen twine bonds and flexing his sore wrists. LIKE HECK HE WAS CAUSE ALBERTS ACE AND HE DONT WANT THAT REPUTATION!!!

“Man Albie, who knew you had a twine kink.” hehe u go race

“You know,” Albert began loudly, as if thinking that his loudness would cover up his totally obvious twine kink yeah albie has a twine kink, he licks it, no this is a joke, “if you want to do something that's actually useful, you could go to Walgreens and buy me another can of Easy Cheese.” W A L G R E E NS. this whole fit was an excuse to write another part of the walgreens au

“Is that what you put in your fuckin mac and cheese?” Race swore he actually felt bile rise in the back of his throat when Albert nodded. “That’s it. I’m never eating your mac and cheese again.” BUT YOU LIKE IT

“But-!”

“I’ll eat you though,” Race winked, taking a moment to enjoy the startled, yet somehow pleased look on his boyfriend’s face. okay maybe albert wasn't ace in this particular fic...

“Not until after we’re done at Jack’s.” yeah definitely not scratch that. i write a lot of fics. Albert said only half jokingly as he dug around in his pocket for a second before throwing a crumpled five at Race. “In the meantime though, be gone thot!” GO AWAYYYY. IM A MAN OF GOD. mikey and my sister have subjected me to too many tik toks im sorry

Race barely managed to catch the bill without falling on the floor, but still blew a kiss to Albert before walking out of the apartment.

Who the fuck puts easy cheese in mac and cheese? albert does. but its actually a plot point just to get you to walgreens and if anyone puts easy cheese in mac and cheese i will fite you. He wondered for the millionth time as he stomped the three blocks to Walgreens. Albert claimed that he had chosen his apartment for its proximity to the store he did, actually, but up until today Race had always assumed that he had been joking he was not. The man did make a lot of mac and cheese and if Easy Cheese was an ingredient well….maybe there was some truth to that story after all. you can buy easy cheese at a lot of places tho...i don't actually know if you can buy easy cheese at a walgreens

Race pulled open the door to the Walgreens, pausing briefly to wonder why the absolute fuck it was open on literal Thanksgiving before remembering that it was a fucking Walgreens and why wouldn’t it be open to sell his dumbass boyfriend a can of fucking Easy Cheese. walgreens remains a mystery indeed. my only experience was the one that my best friend and i would go to at lunch during senior year. also have you ever noticed that most walgreenses are on corners? cause their slogan is at the corner of happy and healthy??

In order to get to the Easy Cheese, or at least he assumed so because he had never bought a can of Easy Cheese in his whole glorious 25 years of life a true chef, Race had to walk past the Pharmacy section of the store. And, it just so happened that there was a guy sitting behind the counter at the Pharmacy. A very attractive guy. With a beard. In scrubs. oh my god the most questionable villain I've ever written.

Now, of course Race loved Albert and nothing would ever change that, but he could appreciate an attractive man when he saw one indeed he could. He thanked whatever deity was out there for the bit of man candy M AN C AN D Y that he had been granted and went in search of his Easy Cheese. oh just you wait racetrack

“Mac and cheese, velveta cheese, microwaveable mac and cheese, where the fuck is the- oh thank fuck there we go.” my best friend and i spent much time looking at the mac and cheese in walgreens He pulled a can of Easy Cheese off of the shelf, tossing it once and catching it athletics before turning to go pay for the horrendous product, happy to finally be done with the whole ordeal when- B R E T T

“Easy cheese? Really?”

Race whirled whirled? saph please get a better vocabulary around to see Mr. Man Candy hA himself leaning against the opposite shelf. “Wh- who?”

“Oh,” he dusted his hand off on his scrubbs oh my god Wait i wrote this cause one time when i was in a walgreens i Did see a hot dude working the pharmacy and decided to write a fic about it!! i remember texting mikey about this hjfhgjhg, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brett O’Hare. and mikey came up with that name And you, sir, are a disgrace to society. The very reason why so many Americans are in poor health in this day and age.” brett is an obnoxious millennial in case you can't tell

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The Easy Cheese!” Brett gestured wildly toward the can in Race’s hand. “Gosh do you even know how many preservatives are in that stuff? And all the cancers that it can cause? It’s terrible. We wouldn’t need free healthcare if people just stopped eating Easy Cheese!” apparently he's a millennial who's also a republican...?

Race had lived in New York City his whole life, and he had seen some pretty strange things subway pizza rat, but never had he seen a pharmacist in a Walgreens lecture anyone about the health benefits of Easy Cheese. easy cheese has no health benefits. and if you'd stopped annoying your boyfriend maybe you wouldn't be there

“So let me get this straight,” Race rubbed his head, trying to make sense of the situation. “You go around yelling at people about the ingredients in the things that they are purchasing?” yeah its nyc people love to have Opinions. and so do millennials

“Yeah.”

“You do realize that this is a Walgreens, right? Everything in here probably contains some kind of chemical.” man brett has his work cut out for him. New Yorkers never ceased to amaze him.

“All the more reason for me to inform them of their poor eating habits!” Brett pointed a finger at him. “And stop distracting me! You’re the one buying the freaking easy cheese here!” this is so weird why did i come up with this idea. what possessed me.

“It’s not even for me!” Race shouted back. “It’s for my boyfriend’s fucking mac and cheese that he insisted on making for Thanksgiving even though everyone knows that mac and cheese is not a fucking Thanksgiving food and he’s only making it cause he knocked me off the goddamn rainbow road right before the fucking finish line!” someones salty Race was fuming but the time that he was done.

“Oh, man I’m so sorry, that's lousy.” but it won't stop brett...

Race looked surprised. Of all the things that he thought he would get out of this Walgreens experience, a therapy session was indeed not on the list. But neither had been hearing a lecture about the preservatives in Easy Cheese from a pharmacist. i have literally no explanation for this train wreck of a fic

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still buying Easy Cheese!” Between one second and the next, Brett had grabbed the can of Easy Cheese out of Race’s hand, wielding it like a brick ha percy jackson heroes of olympus anyone??. “Buy some fucking vegetables!” you can't buy vegetables in a walgreens brett

And with that, he struck Race over the head with the can of Easy Cheese.

Now, Race had definitely done some questionable things during his life Thats for sure. Once he had slept on the roof of his dorm building in January for a week because he lost his dorm key god why you can't even get on the roof of dorm buildings i know, I've tried, and another time he had been tricked into making an entire wedding cake using salt by Who??. However, being smacked over the head with a can of Easy Cheese by a health nut in scrubs on Thanksgiving put any and all other situations he had been in to shame in a walgreens don't forget. how did you forget that saph.

He opened his eyes, suddenly blinded by the lights, and reached for his phone, muttering curses about man candy and vegetables as he should be. Squinting so he didn’t have to look at the screen, he somehow managed to dial Albert. no one d i a l s anyone saph. its the 21st century. i have like maybe 8 phone numbers memorized, half of them belong to my family the other half to people i knew in middle school.

“Racetrack Higgins, where is my Easy Cheese?”

Race pulled the phone away from his ear and winced at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. “Um, it may have been used to give me a concussion by a health nut in scrubs?” for Once al isn't the one who gets injured in a walgreens. bet you didnt see That coming

Albert let out a loud sigh. “Ah man, did you run into Brett? That guy’s the worst.” hehe bet al used to date him

“Wait, you know him?”

“Race, I know every Walgreens employee in Manhattan, of course I know Brett.” There was the jangling of keys in the background. “I thought I told you to go to the one on 4th for this reason, ah, well. I’m on my way. I’ll take you to urgent care. Hang tight.” ofc al goes to urgent care. and everyone there knows him by a first name basis

Race’s head hurt too much to process what Albert had said except for the words ‘I’m on my way.’ “Okay,” he sighed. this was definitely one of the times i asked mikey about oddly specific concussion symptoms and then proceeded to forget everything he told me and do my own stuff

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Race’s eyes focused on the dented can of Easy Cheese rolling on the floor he should still buy it. “And Al?”

“Yeah?”

“This is going to be one expensive can of Easy Cheese.” get it? cause race has to pay urgent care for his consultation? and they're also Very Very late to thanksgiving. cause al insists on finishing his mac. jack is not impressed. he eats all races pie.

anyway thats that hope you enjoyed

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jungshookz · 6 years ago

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You know what would be great???? Culinary student! Jin and a hopeless y/n who eats ramen out of coffee pots and eats cool whip straight out of the can. Also ily and I hope you know that

→ pairing: kim seokjin x reader

→ genre: what a surprise it’s bratty!y/n, culinarystudent!jin and his fancy pasta, humour, a touch of nsfw because i’m obsessed with jin’s broAd shoulders it’s almost ridiculous

→ wordcount: 3.4k

→ note: i hope i did ur request justice also i love u more :~)))

(gif isn’t mine!) ((also i was going to use a gif of him actually cooking but tumblr refusEd to accept it so i’m sorry))

listen

being completely honest

jin thinks you’re really cute

like SUPER cute

like he’s really REALLy frickin attracted to you because you’re just so??? yOU and somehow it works and it gets his gears GRINDING okay

you were the one who moved in right next door and you greeted him with a friendly smile and a ‘here, i baked cookies!’ and of course he accepted the cookie because he’s not a complete monster

but good GOD

that cookie was awful

and to be fair he’s a culinary student so it makes sense that he has high standards but even a fOOL would know that your cookies were god-awful

before you got the chance to distribute your nasty cookies out to the rest of the people on your floor jin was like hEY hEY how about you give me.,.,,. all of your cookies,.,.. because i,.,. really like them.,.,., and.,., i want to eat.,.,. all of them.,., thank u., yes,.

anyways

you’ve known each other for almost eight months?

and nothing has happened because let’s be real

you’re both wussies

and no one’s admitting anything to anyone so you’re kind of in this flirty-friendly space and you’re both FULLY aware that there’s like.,.,. a sprinkle of flirting going on.,,

but you know what

that’s beside the point

he doesn’t even know why he’s thinking about his undeniable crusH on you

because right now all jin can focus on is the fact that you’re eating ramen out of a coffee pot

let him repeat himself

you’re eating ramen

out of a

a COFFEE pot

you’re in the middle of rambling to him about your day and he’s trying to pay attention to what you’re saying but he wants to scream every time to pause to sluRP out of the coffee pot

laundry room gossip is a pretty normal thing for you two

you’re both so busy during the day

you with your classes and jin with his culinary classes

so once or twice a week you’ll both coordinate a time to come down and do your laundry together (you guys usually shove all your clothes in together because u end up saving some $$ too) and you’ll both end up sitting there for a couple hours just talking to each other while waiting for your clothes

jin raises a brow before pressing his lips together

his mother raised him not to be judgemental but COME ON

RAMEN

out of a COFEE POT??????

out of all the things he’s seen you done this has to be the absolute worst

here are a couple of examples as to what monstrosities you’ve exposed him to:

a cold pizza sandwich (two slices of cold pizza with a drizzle of ranch and crunched up cheetos as the filling)

cereal eaten out of the baG ITSELF (u poured the milk in and everything)

chicken pancakes?? aka shredded deep fried chicken and shredded cheese mixed inTO pancake batter and panfried and then topped with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkle of green onions

one time you made scrambled eggs in a mug and dat shit looked nasty

but this

this doesn’t even make sense

disrespecting what looks like a pretty high-quality coffee pot (he remembers you got it for christmas or something) by using it as a holder for $1 ramen

it’s probably going to stink up the coffee pot and every time you make coffee it’s always going to have that faint aftertaste of chicken broth

a shudder goes down his spine and he winces

you perk up when the drying machine suddenly beeps and stops rumbling “god finaLLy”

jin keeps his eyes glued on the damn coffee pot as you set it down next to your basket and go to retrieve your freshly-dried clothes

you bend down and pop open the dryer and the loud hiss makes jin look over

“jin?” he glances away quickly and looks up at the ceiling as a poor attempt to conceal the fact that he was totally just checking u out just now

“hm, what?” he clears his throat

“aren’t you going to come and get your clothes?”

“oh, right.” jin pushes himself up off the ground and grabs his basket

he props it up on his hip and starts picking out his clothes from the pile

“hey, these are cute.” jin can’t help but smirk as he twirls a burgundy thong around his finger

your cheeks flame up immediately

“cut it out, you perv” you scowl playfully and grab it from him quickly

the little voice in the back of your mind can’t help but wonder if perhaps jin would be interested in seeing you wear the thong

it comes with a matching bralette

“ya-“ jin pokes your arm and you look over at him “was that your dinner?” he points to the coffee pot and you glance over at it “didn’t you have ramen yesterday?”

“…yeah. instant ramen has been my dinner every day for the past week. why?” you hum nonchalantly and continue picking through the pile

you help jin out and toss one of his white t-shirts into his basket

jin can’t help but let his jaw drop

you’ve been eating processed garBAGe for the past weEK

how???????????

“it’s never enough for me tho so i usually eat a bag of chips too. i might have a frozen mac n’ cheese thingy in the freezer so that’s an option too.” you gasp excitedly “ooh i can crumble the chips over the mac n’ chee-“

“oh my god.” all of a sudden jin reaches over and puShes the rest of the clothes into his basket before grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the door

“hey, we haven’t finished sorting out the-“

“we’ll do it later i just need to get some actual foOD into your system before all the MSG and sodium starts breakING down your internal organs”

as he’s dragging you up the stairs (the elevator is broken again what a surprise) you can’t help but admire how b r o a d his shoulders are

the cotton shirt he’s wearing is kinda thin and u swear u can see his back muscles flexing slightly

you can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like

running your hands all along his back

digging your nails into his shoulders as he,.,,., y’know

wrapping your legs around his tapered waist as he.,,.,.,. y’knOW

s i g h

you purposely pull back a little so jin slows down and gives u more time to ogle him

are you a pervert for doing that

you might be

“let me see what’s in your fridge so i can work my magic”

he’s never actually been in your apartment before

well

he’s never had a reaSon to

(you always wanna invite him in to watch a movie or something but u get shy and shrivel up immediately)

he has a good idea of the layout because his place is exactly the same as yours

he’s not surprised to see that your place is relatively neat and organised besides a couple scattered markers on the coffee table and a throw blanket tossed haphazardly over the couch

there’s a candle burning away in the middle of the coffee table that makes your place smell like warm vanilla

but then

he enters the war zone

the kitchen

oh my god

this is a living nightmare

this is HIS living nightmare

there’s just

he sees all the takeout boxes in the bin and the pizza box sitting on your kitchen island and the- well that must’ve been your breakfast or something because you sprinkled cinnamon toast crunch on a bagel smeared with waY too much cream cheese

“oh hey i forgot about this” a piece of jin’s soul dies and floats up to heaven when you pop the rest of your cinnamon-cream-cheese-bagel monstrosity into your mouth and chew thoughtfully

why does he like you

“ah, i probably should’ve offered you a bite… i’ll make one for you tomorrow if you want!”

whY DOES HE LIKE U

“i’m… good. i think i’m more than good.” he shudders before nudging past you heading to your fridge “lemme see what we’re working with here…”

“you know you really don’t have to make anything for me. i told you i had a frozen mac and cheese…” you’re rambling and jin is most certainly not paying attention to you mainly because he’s shocked becAUSE you have like NOTHING in your fridge

a bottle of three-cheese ranch

a couple oranges, an avocado, and one red apple

a half-eaten sandwich?? it looks like turkey and a shitload of mayo

a takeout box with…,,. three pieces of orange chicken and a piece of broccoli that you’ve taken a bite out of

a baby carton of chocolate milk and a regular sized carton of milk

and a can of cool whip

unless he makes an orange-chicken-turkey-avocado sandwich with ranch on the side accompanied with a glass of chocolate milk with a dollop of whipped cream on top there’s not a lot he can do here

is thiS how you live

“you know what, maybe you should just come over to my place!” jin closes the fridge and clasps his hands together “yeah, let’s do that.”

“what do you mean?? i have plenTy of food in my fridg- okAy” you stumble over your feet when jin grabs your wrist and drags you away from the fridge

when you enter jin’s place he pushes you down on the couch and you nearly bounce off of it “you stay here, and i’ll whip something up for us.”

as he turns to head towards his kitchen he hears a vioLent schrrr

he turns back around and your finger freezes on the nozzle on the whipped cream canister

“wha- where did you even hiDe that” jin furrows his brows and you shrug before squirting some more into your mouth

“you sure you don’t need any help??” you’re already bored and you’ve only been here for less than a minute

“i don’t want you burning down my kitchen, so i’m good.”

“but i’m boRed and i’m hunGRY” you whine and flop back against the couch

jin raises a brow before bending down and grabbing the remote

he turns the tv on and it just so happens to be playing the late-night cartoons

perfect for a petulant child like you

miraculously jin gets 20 minutes of peace and quiet until he hears you whining again about how hunGry again

that’s what happens when you eat nothing but empty calorie foods

your eyes light up with excitement when jin emerges from the kitchen

he has a rag tossed over his shoulder and a grey apron hanging around him that you assume is from his culinary school

his cheeks are kinda pink from the heat of the kitchen which is adorable

he sits down next to you and you turn to fully face him while crossing your legs

he hands you the plate

wow

“….do you go to culinary school or something?” you tease and jin snorts

the pasta’s been plated into a loose nest and there’s a pretty little basil leaf sitting on top

“chicken, bacon, and spinach spaghetti. and since you’re a whipped cream freak we can have assorted berries and whipped cream for dessert.”

“assorted berries.” you mock quietly and jin scowls playfully before handing you a fork

he doesn’t know why but he’s a little bit nervous lol

like he KNOWS he’s good at cooking but for some reason he feels like he’s presenting a dish to gordon ramsay or someone of that calibre

you twirl a bit of pasta around the fork and shove it into your mouth

and you didn’t think it was possible

but you’re pretty sure your mouth is having an orgasm

HOLy shit

fireworks are going OFF

the bacon has retained its crisp

the spinach is wilted but not toO wilted that it’s falling apart

the chicken is so soft and tender

the spaghetti is cooked *ahem* al dente

and the sauce!!!!

it’s so creamy

so flavourful

you swallow your bite and blink down at the plate of pasta

“what’s wrong?”

“this is…. almost too good.” you mutter and poke at a piece of perfectly cooked chicken before stabbing into it and popping it into your mouth

jin’s cheeks warm with pride as he watches you continue to eat

“it’s almost as good as my frozen mac n cheese meals.” you joke and jin resists the urge to smack you with his rag

it doesn’t matter if you’ve eaten 20 pounds of food for dinner because you’ll always aLWAys have room for dessert

especially if dessert involves whipped cream

it’s healthy-ish!! it’s basically dairy and don’t u need dairy for strong bones or something

and strawberries and blueberries are fruit

and fruit is healthy

so if you really think about it assorted berries and whipped cream is the ideal combo if u wanna get in shape

jin doesn’t trust you with the canister of whipped cream (because he’s 100% sure you’re just going to hog all the cream and squirt all of it into your mouth) so he’s squirting some out onto a particularly juicy looking strawberry that he knoWS you want to devour

he turns and offers it to you and your mouth opens automatically as you lean forward to take it into your mouth

“hold on now.” your brows immediately knit together when he pulls away juSt as you’re about to take a bite “admit it. my spaghetti is much better than your stupid mac n cheese meals.” there’s a glint of playfulness in his eyes as he points to his ear and waits for your response

“i dunno. i get the mac n cheese from whole foods so you know it’s good.” you tsk but keep your eyes right on the berry hovering in front of you

“huh. i guess i’ll be enjoying this seasonal japanese strawberry for myself, then.” jin pouts mockingly

“nO i WANT IT“ jin yelps when you’re suddenly clambering over and grabbing his wrist so that you can shoVe the berry right into your mouth

now

a normal person would eat the berry and then return to their seat

unsurprisingly

you are far from a normal person

you keep your hold on his wrist and suck the whipped cream off his thumb after swallowing the strawberry

god have mercy

your eyes flicker up and you see jin staring right at you with parted lips

“…something the matter?”

and within one second

the berries and your trusty canister of whipped cream have both been abandoned in favour for

well

“can’t believe it took you thiS long to make a move” you murmur against jin’s mouth and he responds by nipping at your bottom lip

“says you!” he gawks before proceeding to press kisses down your neck

and you finALLY get to feel his muscles rippLe underneath the soft cotton of his shirt as you slide your hands from his waist to his back

meanwhile jin’s hand has found its home in between your legs and your eyes flutter shut “god, jin…”

“something the matter?” he mocks before pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth “you gonna admit it now?”

“admit wha- oh, jin - admit whaT”

“that my food is better than your frozen TV dinners” you would’ve burst out laughing if it weren’t for the shocks of electricity tingling up your spine

“n-no way-“ your back arches against his chest and your mouth falls open in a silent moan

and suddenly

you let out a pathetic whine when jin’s hand pulls away from in between your legs “fine. i guess we’re done here!” he sits up but keeps your legs wrapped around his waist

god

you are just a vision aren’t you

you’re flopped back against the arm of the couch

your chest is heaving slightly

your cheeks and nice n rosy

“you are the absolute worst.”

“c’mon… say it…” he hums and slides a finger from your knee cap to your inner thigh

you know for a fact you two aren’t done here because jin’s already hooked a finger into the waistband of your shorts but you’re naturally a veRy impatient person and so-

“fine, you idiot. your food is significantly better than my frozen TV dinners. happy?”

“…i’ll take it.”

((spoiler alert: you are rewarded with not one not two but thREE mind-blowing orgasms for admitting it))

((maybe you should learn to be less stubborn))

“good morning!” jin is startled awake when you plop on top of him with your legs on either side of him “it’s 10 o’clock and i made us some food”

“christ, don’t scare me like that!” jin scolds you playfully and reaches up to pinch the side of your bare thigh

you’re wearing the shirt he had on last night and it’s starting to droop off your shoulder

“good morning indeed.” his voice is thick with sleep and his hand slides up from your thigh to grasp at your waist “whatcha got there?”

“cinnamon toast crunch bagel” you murmur with a mouthful of bagel and swipe at a lil chunk of cream cheese on the corner of your mouth “my wonderful creation that i made fresh for you”

you’re getting crumbs all over jin but he can’t seem to care because the idea of a cinnamon toast crunch bagel makes him want to throW YOU ouT THE WINDOW

he sits up slowly and wraps an arm around your waist before nuzzling into the crook of your neck “you’re lucky i like you otherwise i would throw your wonderful creation righT into the garbage bin right about now.”

you scoff in mock offence and pull away from him before jabbing a sticky finger into his bare (b r o a d) chest

“don’t knock it til you try it!!”

“the day i try one of your inventions is the day i- mmph!” you shut him up and shove the last bite of your bagel into his mouth before clasping your hand over his mouth so he can’t spit it out

jin chews slowly

and swallows

what the hell

that actually..,,. that tasted good

“that was okay, i suppose. kinda sweet. but i can think of something that might taste a little sweeter.” before you know it jin is flipPing you over and you find yourself pinned underneath him

you’re a giggling mess because you’re trying to get the cream cheese and sugar particles off your fingers but jin is being very vEry distracting

“hOLd on a second sir i have breakfast waiting for us in the living room!” jin’s already made his way down your chest and is about to set up shop in between your legs

he looks up at you before offering you a cheeky grin “…i’m in the mood for breakfast in bed, aren’t you?”

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thattimdrakeguy · 6 years ago

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One of the reasons why I don't like favoritism in official comics is because it distorts characters to put a specific one on a pedestal.

Like how Tynion tried to make Tim so cool that he ended up writing what felt like a total different character. Making him a show-off with a hot blonde girl friend that always praised him, was good at about everything and wanted to make Gotham a Utopia.

Just a bunch of stuff that wasn't exactly Tim's style. Who was usually the underdog for one reason or another and never really cared for being in-charge of everything like in his Utopia plan. And was not really Batman's lieutenant like he was shown in Tec.

It created such frustration in me because I didn't care if Tim was cool. His charm was being a relatable, underdog, dork.

Then on the otherside there was Tomasi style of favoritism. Where he shows it in a more complicated fashion. He'd try to make the unlikable one in a situation likable by giving them a sympathetic moment.

Like he had a story where he throws Tim and Jason under the bus to make Damian look tough (therefore cool to younger boys), and then gave Damian a "it's not fair moment" for sympathy to attract more emotional types.

He had Tim be a total brat to Damian (something he doesn't do, he usually kept his thoughts internalized till one of their fights broke out, or in one instant when he thought Damian was hurting Alfred. So he wrote him OOC to make Damian be one it seem we should root for in some fashion).

So then Damian goes off to beat up Tim and Jason to prove something, even though Jason didn't even do anything. Comparing Tim being angry someone got killed to when Damian himself used to kill. Which makes no sense.

So instead of opening up the characters ina logical way that could further their relationship. It's like the characters are ignoring the obvious because Tomasi is desperate for people to like Damian so he adds "it's not fair" moments to the story instead to further the idea he wants Damian to be the likable one.

Later on Tomasi writes a story after Damian is dead and Bruce tries to trigger Jason's PTSD so he could bring Damian back (which is the kind of goofy that’s confusing and out of place, and not the kind of goofy that’s fun and adds to the experience).

And, this would ... sort of be okay, if Jason didn't already die (which was his PTSD), Bruce can be emotionally constipated and he can be a jerk because of that.

But because Bruce didn't go through this with Jason. It implies Damian's on a pedestal.

And later on it creates this odd tone, because logically Bruce is the bad guy. He's traumatizing his son on purpose for his own wants while crying stuff that's basically saying "WHY DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT ME" being emotionally abusive.

But then later on Jason agrees to help bring Damian back like we should've been on Bruce's side. A lot like the story with Damian against Tim but even more confusing because Tomasi didn't initially break Jason's character to make who's good or bad more obvious or at least implied.

(And on a side note Babs says "there's only one Robin. In that same story as Jason and Tim are right there. Further implying Damian's on a pedestal.)

It creates odd, confusing and conflicting vibes and feelings because Tomasi doesn't spend enough time to properly delve into things. You can yell character development, but it doesn't feel earned or even accurate. It feels confusing, and I feel its because Tomasi's afraid of making his favs look too bad.

Tynion seemed almost afraid of showing how Tim actually is because he wants him to be cool. But on his tumblr post he showed awareness that Tim is awkward and earnest. And I can only think of one singular time Tim was awkward, and that was to make TimSteph look cute. Earnest seems to be something he tries to put as a veil over his Utopia plan. But it doesn't add up to how it was portrayed before, as a serious plan that Tim wanted to do for the betterment of man-kind because gosh isn't he great and selfless.

It feels like excuses more than anything else.

Having favoritism just feels like it robs the stories of depth that's more than superficial. And sometimes they try to put what it should be over what they actually did write as if to say "SEE I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING" but it just seems so empty and a stretch.

One of the reasons why Bat-Family hasn't felt right in the comics is because it's portrayed so inconsistently. It's what a specific writer wants just in the moment rather then what it should be.

They don't wanna do what it should realistically be (what ever that even is), because then maybe their favs would look bad to them and they worry.

But the reason why I felt attached to Tim was because he made mistakes but he was so earnest and tried his best that you wanted to see him do better. They didn't spend issues about how great his try was and why he's such a great guy for it. They focused on how he beat himself up for it but got back up to try again because he was a good kid with a lot of heart that really was just trying his best..

What made Damian likable initially after just being that brat was that he actually learned, and how through Dick and Alfred's teachings he got better cuz he saw better. They made the point that he was the way he was because of other people, but they didn't draw to make him likable because of that. He grew to be likable because of how he grew as a person.

Something not taken as seriously later on. Instead of growing his morals they tried to make him cuter in ways that replace who he just was, and not who he was for better or worse, just how he went about things and interacted with people, to make him cuter and therefore easier to like, even if its not how he is. Another trick I think Tomasi used to make him likable. Because I feel like he was too afraid of him growing a certain way. Because to grow you have to admit you're wrong. Something Tomasi only touches sometimes. And hardly at all other times. Just a tinge of a touch to imply but not a bunch of needed focus to feel real. He might have his characters grow as long as it makes who ever look good. Where in other situations it might make them look bad compared to another.

Tynion put Tim's character on a stand-still, because he wanted to change him to appeal to an audience of some sort if not just his teenage self. The stories feel on a bubble of themselves because they don't feel connected with what happened before, or even after since YJ thankfully went back to how he was before.

Robbing the stories of feeling as big to the characters history as I'm sure the intention was.

Fan fiction writers can do as they please. They have responsibility to no one, but I feel official writers have more responsibility seeing how big these characters are, and the attachments people made to them.

So to throw some stuff away to make your fav likable just makes things feel selfish.

I don't feel like writers show responsibility or care when these things happen.

(And I wish Jason would stop being thrown under the bus to make what ever random person look better. Even tho the person trying to look better ends up looking like a jerk. AKA Tim and Dick in post-UTRH stories that just annoy me. Cuz why did Jason have to be treated like such crap.)

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I've been having a really hard time understanding my sexuality. I know I'm bi, I have known it for years. I'm a women and I am 100% sure I am attracted to other women, and I don't suffer any kind of internalised homophobia. When it comes to men tho, it confuses me. Because when I see a woman I can feel immediate attraction to her... With men is so much complicated. I need some kind of bond, if that makes sense. And it makes me wonder if my attraction to them is real or if I am faking it??? (1)

(2) like I know for sure I’m romantically attracted to them. I fantasize about being in romantic relationships with men etc. But idk. I have only kissed a girl and a guy and I didn’t feel anything when I kissed him (we had just met at a party, I just thought he was hot but kissing him turned out to be really boring) which made me question myself even more. The thought of never being with a man makes me sad and anxious, tho. Like I wanna be with men but I am afraid I won’t feel sexual (+)

(3) attraction once I do. And I know bisexuality means different attraction to different genders but I can’t quite understand it. Like, does this happen to other people??? Is this internalised biphobia or compulsive heterosexuality?? Idk what to do to stop feeling so confused. I met this guy the other day and I can’t stop thinking about him and I am worried it will be ruined (this and other relationships with men) by all this confussion

I just typed out basically an essay-length reply and then tumblr screwed me over and deleted everything (((((:

Sooooo here we go again.

I get the feeling you are waaaaay overthinking this. I understand that this confussion can be anxiety-inducing and it is probably nagging on some internalised biphobia because you seem to strive towards some ideal in which you think you have to have it ~all figured out~ and be hyperaware of every last fraction of how your sexuality works. This causes you to put every little bit of attraction under immense scrutiny and it makes you lose perspective.

So. Take a breath. Remind yourself that uncertainly and confussion aren’t the end of the world. You’re fine. You’re safe. It’s gonna be okay.

Some bi people have romantic and sexual orientations that don’t exactly allign in every aspect. For example there is bi people who prefer one gender over another; bisexual people who are aromantic; biromantic people who are asexual; and there’s also bi people who are sexually attracted to one gender and romantically to another; and bi people who are sexually AND romantically attracted to one gender but only romantic (or only sexually) to another.

I don’t know if any of those possibilities (or another one I didn’t mention above) is the answer for you. But you’re definitly not alone on having a “complicated” form of bisexuality in which you don’t feel exactly the same attractions for all genders. It’s actually pretty common. And I think you’re doing yourself a disservice if you try to compare your feelings for men to your feelings for women and hold them to the same expectations. If you can feel instantly attracted to women that’s cool. But just because you don’t get that instant “whoosh” with men doesn’t mean you’re not attracted to them at all. You even say you have romantic attraction to them. Maybe you’re demisexual towards men or you’re not sexually attracted to men at all. That doesn’t take away from your romantic feelings and desires and you can still have romantic relationships with men even without sexual attraction.

And that one guy you kissed at a party? I think you’re putting way too much value on that experience. Honestly, there’s so many reasons why ~kissing random hot guy at party~ wouldn’t turn out as that amazingly sexy experience you’d hope it would be. First of all he was basically a stranger. It was a party where I guess other people were around. It was your first kiss with a guy (or even your first kiss ever?). Hell, maybe that dude just was a really bad kisser. I’m not saying it will definitly feel different with another man. But just because that one guy you kissed (whom you just met randomly at a party) was boring doesn’t mean your entire potential to be attracted to men has vanished.

Try to not overthink things too much. Let past experiences be past. Focus on what you feel right now. You say you like this other guy you met. That’s all you need to know for now. Maybe sexual attraction will develop, maybe it won’t. And confussion and uncertainty in relationships is best dealt with by talking about it. So if things get serious with him (or another person) and you’re not sure about your feelings then talk about it. It might not be easy at first but it’s okay to say “I have romantic feelings for you but I don’t think I can feel sexual attraction for men or at least I’m not sure if that will develop or not.” Then the two of you can take it from there and decide whether a romantic relationship (with or without sex) is an option for you or not.

Maddie

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 6 years ago

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gruvia drabble

author’s note: i get inspired by the most insignificant little things and i have no idea where im gonna go w this fic but...... juvia is so BEAUTIFUL omfg n i literally just wanna write a fic ab gray appreciating that. that’s it lmao. enjoy my loves!!!<333

**another note: haha oh ok it turned into something kinda rly different! its fine ig! psa im ab to kinda rant so u can skip this if u want!! if u wanna read this part it might be better to do it after u read the fic???? these arent spoilers its just kinda behind the scenes of ig.. ok so i try to think of gruvia in the most realistic sense possible. i incorporated gray having crushes bc simply, i think its true. i think gray had a crush on erza and lucy. i also think gray didnt fall in love w juvia at first sight lmao. i think it took a lot of time for gray to understand what juvia meant to him. also i find it INFURIATING that gray has never commented on juvias looks lmaooo (to my knowledge). like he said lucy and erza were pretty (at least in the anime) and literally all i want is for gray to acknowledge how fuckin BEAUTIFUL juvia is ongogmgogm. ok ok yes he commented "you're mine" and said "ur body is something i care about" and a whole lot of other romantic things but he has never made a comment solely on juvias looks and ik looks dont matter and im sure its hard for gray to even think ab juvias looks considering all the personality she has but literally all i want is a "ur cute". like thats all i need lmao. my girl needs recognition for being the most beautiful person EVER!! so yeah this fic is me trying to process how gray sees juvia, and even tho he doesnt say it, i can at least tell myself this is his thought process lmaooo. ((he also prolly doesn't say shes cute cus it would be way too embarrassing for him considering he has like actual real feelings for her)) ok ignore me literally typing word vomit lol pls enjoy ilysm. (((this rant is longer than the fucking fic. i cri.))))

Gray always had crushes.

It was normal, but Gray never really reflected on it until now.

First, there was Erza. They were just kids. When she first joined the guild, Gray thought she was weird, but he soon found out she was much more than that. She challenged him. Not only physically, but mentally and emotionally too. He wanted to figure her out. She had a complexity that he never experienced before, and he was intrigued by it. Soon, the curiosity of the pretty girl with the scarlet hair molded into an admiration. He admired her beauty, her ability, and her heart, and the attraction just fizzled away over time.

Then, there was Lucy. This one was far simpler, and didn't hurt Gray's brain as much to try to comprehend. She was cute. She was quirky. She was a fresh face he saw around the guild. He couldn't deny the instant attraction he felt towards her, and he didn't necessarily try to fight it either. The bond was harmless, and Gray never expected anything to come from it, nor did he try to advance it in any way. She was just Lucy. A friend, a guildmate, and a teammate. While a part of him was inclined to make some sort of move, an even larger part of him didn't feel right about it. That small part that inquired for something more seemed to die out as well, and while he wasn't sure why at first, he was finally starting to realize what it was.

Finally, there's Juvia, who he would hardly ever consider a crush. Honestly, at first, nothing really struck him. She was pretty he supposed, but had an odd look. She had a dull personality. She was nothing special. Just another enemy to take out. That was all until their first fight came to an end. A piece of her did stand out to Gray, and it stuck to him. He wasn't sure why, but it did.

Then, time went on. Juvia's personality completely flourished, and it was like she became a whole new person. While Gray at first saw her mostly as an annoyance, it transformed into something completely foreign to him. He never knew how to place this feeling, and even now he still has trouble comprehending Juvia from time to time. While he wasn't sure how to feel about her, he did always know that she was something special. She was there for him like no one else was. She supported, helped, and loved him more than anyone. He was completely overcome by all of her. He was so overwhelmed by her love, it took him a long time to realize just how much he needed and cherished it. He needed that warmth in his cold, seemingly tragic life. While the people in his past died for him, she lived for him. He only recently realized that in some ways, that was much harder, and it was certainly much more meaningful.

She did have her faults though, as all people do. She was completely neurotic, clingy, emotional, short-tempered, dramatic, and just--well-- a weirdo, but...

he loved her.

He loved her strength, her devotion, her kindness, her optimism towards life, her enthusiasm, her humor (even when she didn't mean to be funny), and well- he just loved everything about her. Even the bits mentioned earlier that seemed not so great. He loved it all.

He had a hard time even calling Juvia a crush, truthfully. The way he felt towards her was far stronger than anything he'd felt for anyone else. Erza and Lucy held a place in his heart at one point, but now, Juvia was the whole thing. She owned every last part of it. It was a feat neither of the former girls possessed, and he didn't think anyone other than Juvia ever could.

And as he sat at a table across from the three women he ever had romantic feelings for in his life: Erza, Lucy, and Juvia, and pondered on these thoughts, he decided not only did Juvia have an amazing soul, she was damn beautiful too.

The strange thing was, Juvia was always pretty. But unlike his former crushes, he never really seemed to take the time to admire Juvia's looks. It was her personality that always stuck out to Gray.

But when he did take the time to sit and just look at her... wow. Erza and Lucy couldn't even hold a candle to her.

It was remarkable, honestly. She was nothing like any girl he had ever seen before. She was totally unique. Her hair was the perfect shade of blue that accompanied her perfect waves, making her mane resemble that of a beautiful ocean that he would absolutely love to get lost in. Her bangs fell perfectly over her hooded eyes that were coated in long lashes, and in them held a deep blue escape that were her eyes. Oh god, her eyes. They could tell you a whole story those damned things. Gray never had to ask her what she was feeling, because her eyes always said it all. Natsu was sitting beside him at the time, and said something that caused Juvia to laugh. Her plump, naturally pouted lips turned into a big beautiful grin in an instant. Gray wasn't sure what Natsu said, but it must've been pretty funny, because she then covered her mouth as she began to laugh even louder, and Gray was wishing she didn't hide behind her petite hands. After the laugh fest was over, she regained her composure and tucked an unruly blue lock behind her ear, and closed her mouth as her lips parted into a content grin, and just that small gesture shamefully drove Gray crazy. She was a masterpiece.

He decided he didn't stop to think about how breathtaking she was so much, because then it would turn into this. It became Gray relishing in every little detail Juvia possessed, and every mannerism she did. He never felt the need to look at a girl like that before, with such interest in detail. The feeling that took over when he really looked at Juvia was far too strong for him to comprehend too often. It was a feeling completely unfamiliar to him until he saw her. While his emotions about her were a lot for him to handle sometimes, he was thankful for it.

He was grateful for every last part of her.

"Gray-sama, are you alright?" She tilted her head ever so slightly, causing the tides of her hair to fall in a new, but beautiful way, and her eyes were filling with harmless concern. She must've finally caught him staring.

"U-uh yeah." He stammered. "I'm good."

"You're sure?" Her eyes began to flood with more worry, and she reached her hand across the table, holding onto his. Her soft, milky skin clashed with his rough feel, but they somehow fit perfectly together. He flinched at first, but instead of throwing a fit for his hatred of PDA, he decided he'd let their hands be. He wanted to take every part of her in right now.

"Yeah." He smirked, and slightly squeezed onto her hand, not caring about Natsu, Lucy, Erza, or anyone seeing them at that moment in time. She was all his. Not only was she his, but she was it. She was really the one.

"I'm just fine."

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