#also can sb tell me the difference between the black and blue eyes

[huimangi]

#sweethomeedit #netflixedit #kdramaedit #tvedit #lunilove #chewieblog #userstream #kdramadaily #dailynetflix #sweet home #song kang #gif* #pretty baby with the prettiest eyes #also can sb tell me the difference between the black and blue eyes #also why is this season so grainy ugh #i used unsharp mask for this idk if i want to continue using it

[shiroganeryo]

ah, if you're still doin the character thing, how about Lenalee? (I didn't see anybody asking about her, but if sb did, sorry! maybe Johnny then?)

I’m sorry for the delay on replying to this one! This is probably the last ask thingy I’ll be doing for the Character Questions, as they take me some time to type and I’ve been busy 💓 But thank you all very much for the interest in these, I really love writing for stuff like this! I’ll be covering both Lenalee and Johnny in this one - so, a two character reply again! I was hoping someone would give me Lena so the OT4 was complete, but I also really love Johnny... 😭 

Lenalee

My otp for them: With Lavi! I had never paid much attention to the two of them as a couple, but after I reread the series last year, they have grown on me. Lavi has been Lenalee’s emotional support many times and it’s clear he cares about her. People would consider that the time he snapped at her for grieving over “losing Allen” was bad, but I quite don’t think he meant harm; rather, I think he kinda acted on impulse because he wanted her to feel better. He marvelously made up for that during the following arcs (”I didn’t come here to stop you; this is your decision to make. Just let me come along.” - 150th Night). Those interactions made me like them a lot as a pairing. My brotp for them: Miranda! She played a big part in Miranda’s life, and I’m sure they got really close thanks to that. Imagining them doing all the girly things together without a care in the world makes me so happy 🥺 It’s like getting to see the happy girl Lenalee could have been, if she weren’t another victim of the war. I also used to ship them because I have no self-control apparently, so. XD Any other ships: Have you all ever considered her and Emilia? 💦 Both share guts and very strong legs, it seems. I can picture them bonding easily over shared interests and it makes me weak. I also love Lenalee and Kanda’s relationship, so they also get the cake here. As for Allen, they make a beautiful pairing, but only when it comes to appearance to me; imo they would need to work many things out, personally speaking, to work in a healthy way for both. Their best friend: Miranda, Jeryy and Kanda! Miranda, for the reasons stated above; Jeryy, because he was her “motherly figure” when she was growing up and needed a feminine, understanding input from someone she could feel comfortable around. And Kanda, due to their relationship as “childhood friends”, in a way. Lenalee loves everyone close to her, but I see these three being the ones she’s the closest to. My favorite nickname for them: “Lena”, given by Kanda. It just sounds so cute and delicate; it suits her. My favorite AU headcanon of them: People often say they would like to see Lenalee abandon the Order and join Allen’s side. I say the opposite; she should stay. She could be a big helping hand on throwing a rebellion of sorts that could benefit him from the inside. That way she wouldn’t need to abandon the people she loves for Allen’s sake, but would still be on his side, on her own way. My favorite outfit they wear: Lenalee has the cutest chinese themed outfits! The ones I love the most are the one she used during the Zombie arc, and this one I saw her wearing on Gray Log. She looks so darn cute, too precious for this world. *gross sobbing* Defining color: When I think of her, I think of several shades of green, namely Fern (#4F7942) and Pine (#01796F). I also think of deep red (#D30000), because of the ribbons she uses on her hair and the shapes of her Crystal Type Innocence. Would I date them: Lenalee is a strong, amazing girl! However, I wouldn’t date her. She can also be headstrong, and so am I hahah At times, I find myself thinking we’re similar in the way we’re insistent (at the risk of being unreasonable) about some things and I quite don’t see that working out at all 😅 First impression: Bland. Nice character, but her design didn’t interest or stand out at all to me. Dark Boots are an awesome Innocence though! Current impression: I really like her. Not one of my favorite characters, and I have a lot of criticism when it comes to Lenalee, but I love her design and the development she got so far. I started taking her more seriously after the fight against Eshi; it was one heck of an awesome fight! The way she put everything on the line on that suicidal move was impressive; so badass. Hogwarts House: As much as I would love to assign her to Gryffindor for her commendable courage, Lenalee’s home is in Hufflepuff! Before anything else, she cares deeply for the people she loves, and will sacrifice herself for them without thinking twice. Loyalty and kindness are her most prominent trait, but that doesn’t make her a pushover in the slightest. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Torchic! According to the Pokédex entries, Torchic feels warm to the touch and this makes it very huggable. I have this type of impression about her, warm and welcoming. It also develops a fighting type upon evolving, and Blaziken are well known for their strong legs and jumping capacity!

Johnny

My otp for them: With Cache! I’m very weak for couples where the woman looks (and is) stronger than the guy, and we’ve seen her carrying Johnny to the medical wing before - an occurence that, according to her, happens a lot. He seems to have a crush on her, seeing his reaction (fidgety, blushing) when he was saying goodbye to his science friends. According to Vol. 27′s Discussion Room, the scrunchy he’s using to tie his hair used to be hers, and I love how Allen went “hmm, I see...” when he told them she had given it to him hahah (it’s alright, Allen; I ship it too 👌) My brotp for them: Allen, hands down. Differently from what people say, Johnny has always supported and cherished Allen, what he’s doing for him now isn’t out of the blue. It was actually what Johnny told him that started to change his perception on things and realize that his heart longed to be with the ones he loves despite the hardships (”As Johnny Gill and your friend, I’m going to help you!”, - 215th Night). He loves him, and I can tell how important he is for Allen too; he was able to come back from Nea’s inner world thanks to Johnny’s calling that reminded him of his ties with everyone in “Home”. This part has some of my favorite scenes from the entire series; Johnny didn’t even bat an eye, he simply jumped for Allen. I called it Allen would avoid their fall, but Johnny patting his head in happiness and relief and then hugging him, to which Allen returned, as relieved and happy for having come back... It was so sweet and hopeful. It brings good tears to my eyes!  Any other ships: I don’t have any~ Their best friend: I think Johnny is friends with pretty much all of his buddies from the Science Division, but I notice him being closer to Reever. I would like to mention Suman as well; despite him being deceased, Johnny still seems to hold a fond memory of him. And then comes Allen who’s clearly someone important to him, and it doesn’t seem to be one-sided, judging by the time they (used to) spend together having fun. My favorite nickname for them: I don’t have one! But Johnny deserves cute nicknames, let’s give him some, Hoshino-sensei? 👀 My favorite AU headcanon of them: I don’t have one because Johnny is already perfect as a character and for the plot as he already is imho. All I wish is for him to survive until the ending. Hang in there, Johnny! Allen needs you, but for all you’ve been doing, you deserve to make it out alive and earn your own happiness! My favorite outfit they wear: Out of all the characters, I feel like Johnny is the one that has the most “stripped-down” style, quite modern looking. But I love his current outfit the most! He looks great in vests and the long coat definitely reminds me of the lab coats he used to wear while in the Order. I also like a lot more how his hairdo is atm, it looked a little painful to have tied for too long in the previous style (similar to pigtails). His new frame glasses are also pretty! Gives him a more serious look. Defining color: Curiously enough, I think of an array of varied colors when I think of Johnny? I can’t seem to be able to pick one. There is black, yellow like Mustard (#FEDC56), brown like Cherrywood (#CB6F36) and blue like Maya (#73C2FB), to name some. Would I date them: But of course! Johnny is the sweetest guy I’ve ever seen. He gives off all the geek vibes, but not on the annoying way; he looks like the type of person that would talk lots about things that make him happy, excitedly, while you’d look at him go, feeling blessed with all the bright energy vibes emanating from him. He’s also shown to be extremely supportive, and honestly, everyone deserves someone like him 🥺 First impression: Regular geek scientist guy? Current impression: *incoherent sobbing* I love him so much! Why does Johnny not have more appreciation?! Why do people think he’s annoying??? Anyone who loves Allen gotta admit this guy is the MVP. He’s the trope you’d expect for a smartsy science guy, and at the same time, he’s not only that. I’ve babbled enough on that in the reply under this question. Hogwarts House: I’m in a tie between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but I think I would give him Gryffindor. People would be quick to place him in Ravenclaw for his smarts and his love for learning, but this guy is extremely courageous. Despite being seen as “weak” and fragile, he was the one to stand up for Allen in multiple occasions throughout the series. He’s also the one who confronted the Earl to ask him what he wanted with the 14th (196th Night), while no one had really questioned or directly talked to him. He left the Order to go after Allen, knowing he was awakening as a Noah (which is already dangerous on its own) and would be in constant situations of peril because of Akuma and other Noah. Johnny, the “regular guy”, did all that, having no care as to what could happen to him. So, Gryffindor for his extreme courage, but maybe Hufflepuff for his honest loyalty and goodness. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Grookey! The way Grookey and its evolutions handle wood makes me think they’re skilled Pokémon that can craft things and know how to use them as instruments, just like Johnny does with his scientific creations. The tied “hair” also reminds me of him!

#dgm #d.gray man #d.gray-man #Lenalee Lee #Johnny Gill #ask #analysis #I didn't proofread this one at all; so I apologize for possible mistakes!

[dictionarywrites]

maybe some thorki where loki is pretending to be sb else, and thor knows that it's him and decides to fuck him, but loki doesn't realise thor knows? so big dub con

4.6k. Thor/Loki. Also Fandral/Loki. Gangbang. Double penetration. Loki pretending to be a woman. Loki/Volstagg/Fandral/Thor. Some mildly transphobic sentiment, on Thor’s part. Complete. Also, dub con like wow. 

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Thorknows because he spies the tell-tale shimmer at Loki’s wrist as he adjusts hisbracelet, but that is the shapeshift’s only flaw. He has been watching Loki foran hour now, doing naught more than quietly speak with a few women in thecorner of the tavern, and he seems… Relaxed. Comfortable.

Loki’s brown hair cascades in easy, curlingwaves down to his midback, a few braids keeping the bulk of it away from hisface. His skin is rosy and pink, his lips plump and smiling, and his eyes arehazel, catching the light of the fire in the hearth; he wears a bustier thataccentuates a heaving bosom, and his soft blue skirts curl about his knees.

He oughtn’t be so bold. Oughtn’t puthimself in a brothel so close to Asgard’s capital, where anybody might catchhim – and Thor might forgive his brother’s oddities, forgive it when Lokiwishes to play at being a snake, or a wild cat, or a woman, but he oughtn’t doit where he might be caught. And theface he’s chosen is pretty, the gaze sultry, the figure distinct. Thor knowsimmediately what punishment to engender.

“Fandral,” Thor murmurs. Fandral glances upfrom his book of poetry, which he had been leisurely reading – the four ofthem, he, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun, are drinking here for now, for Volstagghas recently managed to feud with the fourtavern-keepers in Asgard’s city, all at once, for different reasons. “Thatwoman keeps trying to catch a glimpse of you.”

Not true. Loki hasn’t noticed them, intruth, Thor is certain of that: the four of them are sequestered in a nook oftavern, where they might see out, but where they themselves are somewhatshadowed. It provides them a comfortable privacy to speak on their own matters,without anyone bothering the famed Warriors Three, and his highness PrinceThor.

“Really?”Fandral asks, his lips twitching, and he claps Thor upon the shoulder,immediately moving across the room. He drops to his knees at Loki’s feet, andalthough across the tavern Thor cannot hear him, he can see that Fandral isreading an ode from his chapbook, reading smoothly, and prettily.

To Thor’s surprise, Loki does notimmediately kick Fandral away, or move to flee. Instead, after what seems to bea quiet “excuse me” to the women he had been speaking with, he smiles, hishazel eyes glittering, and he leans forward, reaching down. Thor feels hisbreath hitch as a slender, gentle hand with nails painted black cups Fandral’scheek, and he sees Loki’s painted lips move.

Fandral is upon his feet, and Loki leansright against his chest, his hands splayed over Fandral’s light shirt. Loki hasmade this form much shorter than ordinary, and he is forced to look up atFandral’s face, which Fandral, of course, does not mind. Fandral is speakingand speaking, curling an artful, easy hand in Loki’s hair, and Thor sees Lokilaugh, leaning into the touch.

Fandral can see right down into Loki’sbosom like this, which is perhaps why he selected the form, and Loki is delighted. Thor can see it in the shineof his eyes, the curve of his lips. Loki wasn’t merely being bold for the sakeof it, then – he wanted to beseduced, and by Fandral—

Jealousy bursts in Thor’s chest, and hestands.

Slipping across the room, he moves forward,and he sees Fandral’s surprise, that Thor should point out a woman and thencome for her himself, but it is nothing like Loki’s expression. His smile fades immediately, dropping from hisface like a stone, and he looks at Thor with fear and uncertainty abrupt in hiseyes – yes. This will be thepunishment, then, if Loki has secretly desired Fandral. Watch him flee when hisown brother seems to have fallen forhis act, and wishes to partake of his form.

“Fandral,” Thor murmurs, slinging his armon the younger man’s shoulder, and immediately Fandral reciprocates, his handslipping about Thor’s back, although his form is stiff. “Pray, what is the nameof this delicious parcel you havehappened upon?”

“Yrja, your highness,” Loki says with anuncertain curtsey. His voice is soft and musical, lilting and feminine indeed.How far, Thor wonders, does his femininitygo?

“Yrja,” Thor repeats, and he reaches out.Loki’s eyes widen as Thor’s broad, calloused palm touches against his cheek.“And why, pray, do you waste your charms upon my friend Fandral here, whenthere are so many men in this room that might desire you?” Fandral laughs,shoving Thor in the back, but Thor’s gaze is fixed upon Loki’s face, his eyesintent and full of shining desire.

Loki swallows, glancing around wildly forjust a second, and here, Thor thinks, here,he shall flee…

“Oh, well, sire,” Loki says, trying toforce a sultry element into his woman’s voice. “How is a girl to choose?”

“Indeed,” Fandral murmurs. “She’s a wisegirl, Thor – she doesn’t wish to pick between us so soon.”

“Why not both?” Thor asks, and he feelsFandral thrill beside him. Fandral isthe adventurous sort, really and truly, but what he honestly delights in his bringing a womanpleasure, and undoubtedly he is already surging at the thought of having asecond hand to please this Yrja to her fullest. Thor keeps his expressionentirely innocent, but his fingers draw up to play in Fandral’s hair, dragginghis fingernails neatly over Fandral’s scalp, and Fandral melts against his side,his eyes fluttering closed, his lips parted. This is bold indeed of Thor,particularly within the bounds of Asgard – to lie with a man is not unheard of,but it is something done in the heat of battle, when blood is hot and emotionsare high. This, however, is equally forgivable in the eyes of the Æsir: he andFandral are putting on a show, tobetter woo a beautiful woman.

Yrjo’s pretty face is a mask of hesitantuncertainty, and then the lips quirk into a sultry smile. “Of course, yourhighness,” Loki says softly, his eyes alight with a plan. “Let me just ask fora room—”

“We don’t need a room,” Thor murmurs, stillstroking in idle circles over Fandral’s scalp. Fandral’s warmth is a pliantheat against Thor’s side, and Thor is distantly aware that if he chose to, ifthis was a true act of hedonism and notintended to show his brother the consequences of his actions, that he couldprobably take Fandral for himself. It isn’t that Fandral lusts after Thor atevery consequence, or that he has long-harboured a secret desire for him.Fandral makes no secrets of anything. He is simply free, as free as a Ljósálf,and he would gladly ride Thor’s cock if Thor asked it of him – even gladder,Thor expects, if Thor demanded it. “We have a table just there, in the corner…This is a brothel, after all, Yrjo. Who would bat an eye?”

The mischievous light in Loki’s eyes fadesas he realises he will not be able to purchase a room and slip away. All he hasto do, Thor muses, is politely refuse. For all manner of reasons, a woman mightrefuse a union, might move away, particularly when propositioned by two men atonce, and in the middle of a tavern,but no, no. Loki is too frightened of the suspicion, it seems, because he nodshis pretty head and begins to follow Thor back.

Thor ought stop this.

Thor muststop this – evidently, Loki doesn’t realise that Thor knows, but this doesn’tmean that they can do this. To allowLoki to fuck just Fandral in the midst of a public gathering would beunspeakable – but to fuck Loki himself? Loki’s own brother? Even in this feminine form, unrecognisable?

Hemust want this, says a voice in the back of Thor’smind. He must want this, on some level,or he would find some other protestation. He wants you as much as he wantsFandral – if not more.

Thor leans in, ghosting his breath hot overFandral’s ear, and he feels Fandral shiver.“Bold tonight, your highness,” Fandral murmurs, with no small amount of glee.

“You take her mouth,” Thor murmurs. “I’lltake her cunt.”

“Oh, I lovethis Thor,” Fandral says in an undertone, squeezing Thor tightly. “He shouldcome and play with me more often.” Thorlaughs, ignoring the self-loathing that blooms within him, and he and Fandralpart, slipping to either side of the little cubby hole.

“And who is this enchanting creature?” Volstagg asks, looking up from the gameof checkers he is winning against Hogun.

“This is Yrjo,” Fandral murmurs. Loki’sgaze flit betweens Volstagg’s grin and Hogun’s detachedly curious expression,and before he can say anything, Fandral captures his mouth. Thor watches asFandral’s lips catch against Loki’s, watches his golden tongue slip into Loki’smouth, and Loki moans, the sound lowand muffled against Fandral’s mouth, as Fandral grips at her backside throughthe skirt. “On the table, darling. That’s it, that’s it…” Loki sits back uponthe table, and his legs part slightly to allow him better purchase, even asFandral draws away from his mouth and begins to mouth over his neck, hisfingers moving to the fastenings of Loki’s bustier.

Thor slowly takes his seat beside Hogunonce more, and he takes Loki by the calves and pulls, dragging him over the wood, and Loki gasps, scramblinguncertainly for a second before Fandral catches his right earlobe into hismouth, and then he shudders. Thorpushes up Loki’s skirts, and in one swift movement he snaps the fabric of hisbriefs, throwing them aside.

Loki heaves in a gasp, and he stares downat Thor with wide open eyes, shame plain on his features. “It’s not too late todraw away, you know,” Thor murmurs, even as his palms slide slow over the fleshof Loki’s thighs. Fandral drops the bustier aside, and Loki’s breasts, whichare fat and pale and topped with pink peaks, are let free. Immediately, Fandralstands just behind Loki, grabbing them in his hands and beginning to rolls thenipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making Loki wriggle. “You couldstill back down.”

“I’m— Agh—”Loki whimpers as Fandral squeezes,his hips giving a little jerk. “I’m fine.”

“She’s eager,” Hogun comments, dryly.

Thor sets his jaw, and slowly bows hishead. He begins by dragging his lips up the side of Loki’s thigh, feeling theway he gasps and shudders, feeling the way he stiffens at the sensation ofThor’s hot breath ghosting over his skin, Thor’s tongue touching against hisskin… Thor pushes up Loki’s skirts.

“Last chance,” he murmurs lowly. Loki isstaring down at him, his brown eyes wide, and Thor glances from Loki to Loki’s cunny. It is utterly hairless, with afat mound, and his entrance is already glistening with wetness, glistening… ForThor. And that is not all. “Why, what is this?”Thor demands, and he takes between his thumb and forefinger Loki’s clitoris,which is two inches thick and three inches long, with a tapered end to it— Lokimoans, his hips jerking at the tightness of Thor’s grip, and a little wetnesscomes to the clit’s head, as if it is a little cock itself.

Arousal pools in Thor’s belly, and beforehe can say aught else, he dips his head, dragging the little cock into hismouth and sucking.

Loki screams. He arches off the table andinto Thor’s mouth, and Thor tastes him, acidic and tangy and playing overThor’s tongue. So small, so tiny –and yet when he feels the clenching cunt against his own chin, desperate andopen… It’s almost the perfect accessory.

He looks up to see Fandral leaning overLoki’s chest, one of Loki’s nipples between his teeth as he lightly nibbles onthe pink bud, and Thor is delighted at the swell of Loki’s other breast inFandral’s hand, the creamy flesh squeezed tightly against Fandral’s palm,bursting from between his fingers. Thor releases Loki’s clit, instead dippinglower to drag his tongue through the gathering slick at his entrance, and hefeels Loki wriggle, feels his cunt juices slide out over Thor’s chin, wettinghis beard.

This is his brother. This is Thor’s brother… And he is so eager he isdripping.

“Have you ever borne milk, my dear?”Fandral is asking, and Loki whines, shaking his head. Fandral chuckles,dragging his thumbs over each of his nipples. “Oh, wouldn’t you look a picture,with milk running from those bountiful breasts and down your belly? Oh, I jest,I jest… I would waste not a drop.” And then Fandral is kissing him again,leaving Loki grinding down against Thor’s tongue, distracting him from Thorhimself—

No. No, can’t have that.

Thor unbuckles his breeches, standing up,and he draws the length from within, giving it a cursory stroke to ensure he isfully hard. Thor is the best endowed of their band, and they all know it: Thorhas a good seven inches to hand, and most important is the girth, around which most maidens cannot close their hand entirely.Yrjo’s hands, the slender things Loki has chosen for his purposes tonight –undoubtedly, they could not form a fist about Thor’s cock.

He lines his head up with Loki’s entrance,gently nudging, and he is rewarded with what he had desired: Loki comes awayfrom Fandral’s mouth with a groan of shock and horror, staring down at Thor’scock between her legs.

“Oh, your highness,” Loki says desperately,trying to scrabble for purchase and finding himself pinned in place, withFandral’s hands tight against his tits and Thor’s grip hard on his thighs,pinning them down the table. “More— I’m not quite… You’re too big, so big, I don’t think I can—”

In one smooth movement, Thor shoves hiships forward. He can feel the impossible tightness around him, the way Loki’smuscles are forced to give way beneath his strength, and his cunt lets out awet slap as Thor fucks him open allat once. Desperately, Loki’s muscles are clenching with the pain, trying toforce out this too-large intruder, but Loki is sopping wet inside, and Lokihimself is shuddering. He is whiningin pain, even as he presses his breasts further into Fandral’s attentions, andif he could get his legs free he would undoubtedly be trying to kick Thor off,trying to let his pretty little cunt escape the onslaught.

Too late.

“That was cruel,” Fandral chides himwithout feeling, but even as he scolds, one hand slips down to Lok’s belly,pressing down on the tender flesh just above his pubic bone, and Loki gasps,his eyes widening, his pretty lips parting. “Oh,” Fandral whispers in Loki’sear. “There he is.” Loki punches out a wrecked, desperate keen of noise, andThor remains right where he is, flush with Loki’s cunny still clenching andshifting around his cock, tighter than it ought be, his hands stroking overLoki’s quivering thighs. This is a punishment, after all, and he will not letLoki leave here without a sorenesswithin him.

“Too big, is it?” Thor asks, amused. “TheMidgardians worship me as a god of fertility, Yrjo – did you truly expect anythingelse?” Loki bites down on his plump lower lip.

“Please,” he says in a tiny voice. “Please move.”

“Oh, not yet,” Thor says smoothly. “Yourlovely little hole is keeping me quite warm.”

“It’s too big,” Loki says, his eyes glittering. “If you will only ease theway—”

“Feels the perfect size to me,” Thorreplies. “I did give you several chances to retreat.” Loki whimpers, andFandral quietly chuckles.

“Oh, you’ll enjoy it, my dear,” he promisessoftly. “Why don’t I— Why don’t I ease the way? Hm?”

“Ease the way?” Loki repeats.

“Volstagg, would you?” Fandral askscasually, and Loki gasps as Fandral releases his breasts, allowing Volstagg totake hold of them instead. Fandral slips forward, and with no ado whatsoever,he dips his head, taking Loki’s clit into his mouth.

The sensation is phenomenal.

Fandral’s hair tickles against Thor’s bellyas his tongue plays over Loki’s clit, and he can feel Fandral’s lips just overthe root of his cock, but better still is the way Loki reacts. He whines and he gasps, his legs shivering, but hiscunt squeezes greedily around Thor’s cock, as if desperately desiring more ofhim, so smooth and soft inside, soeager despite how he protests.

“You take her mouth, Volstagg,” Thormurmurs magnanimously, and that makesLoki jolt, but he doesn’t pull away, too resigned to his fate. Volstagg’s cockisn’t quite so long as Thor’s own, but it’s just as thick, and Thor watchesgreedily as Loki’s head tips back, his painted lips smearing lipstick overVolstagg’s cock as he takes it, gagging—

And then taking it all.

He takes Volstagg all the way to the hilt, theapple of his throat bobbing as he does so, and Thor inhales at the sight of it,at the column of Loki’s throat and his bare chest, the way Loki tilts back andjust takes it. Fandral sucks a littlemore at his clit, dancing patterns over Loki’s belly, and Thor shifts himself,slowly drawing himself out. Wetness clings to him, thick and slick, and hecatches Fandral’s shoulder, letting him draw back before he thrusts forward.Loki groans, the sound muffled by the prodigious length of Volstagg’s cock, andThor spreads his hands on Loki’s hips, beginning to thrust into him properly.Fandral has a grin on his face as he plays over Loki’s clit with his fingersinstead, and Thor can see the little twitches of Loki’s body, feel the cant ofhis hips back against Thor, the greedy draw of more of Thor inside him, hear the wet sound as Volstagg gentlythrusts into his mouth.

“It’s your move,” Hogun says, audiblybored. Hogun doesn’t like to share women – this is a long-established factbetween the four of them.

“C3 through G7,” Volstagg saysdistractedly, and Hogun stares down at the checkers board, then groans, putting his head in his hands.Thor and Fandral laugh, and something about the movement of Thor’s hips must bepleasurable indeed, because Loki writhes,whimpering around the cock spearing his lips open.

“Do it harder,” Fandral murmurs, dragginghis fingers over the length of Loki’s collarbone. “She wants it harder.”

Heprobably does, Thor thinks to himself, and so hedraws his cock almost entirely from Loki’s cunt, then slams back in one hardmovement: Loki arches off the table with a muffled scream, and Thor chuckles. Gathering up Loki’s legs, he pushes themup against his shoulders, trapping his breasts against his chest, and he beginsto thrust in earnest, fucking Loki hard enough to give him bruises for days.

Every drive inside is smooth and supple,Loki’s cunny like velvet around him, and he feels Loki clench and shudder,feels him squirm—

Volstagg is coming. Thor can hear the messy,ugly noise as Loki gags, then he sees him swallow. Volstagg is perfunctoryabout it, stepping neatly to the side and putting himself away as he returnedto his checkers game, and Loki looks up at Thor, white come smeared over hischin and messy on his lips.

“Isn’t she lovely?” Fandral asks softly.

“She’s filthy,” Thor replies, and he pinsLoki even harder to the table, fucking him hard enough that Volstagg and Hogunlose some of their game pieces onto the ground. Loki’s eyes are dazed anddefocused, and Thor can see that it’s almost impossible for him to think, lovely little moans coming raggedfrom his desperate throat as he thinks of naught but Thor inside him. “How isit, Yrjo? Still too big?”

“N-no,” Loki mumbles, and Thor raises hiseyebrows.

“Is that so?”

“Wait, no—”Thor drags a finger against the side of his cock, feeling where Loki’s cunny isstretched wide around him, and he sees Loki’s eyes wide and desperate, hismouth stained and his lips parted. “Yourhighness, I can’t, I can’t—”

“But what about Fandral, Yrjo?” Thor askssoftly, his tone wheedling. “Don’t you want to feel him inside you too?”

“My back passage,” Loki suggests, and Thor gasps, theatrically.

“But what pleasure would that bring you, Yrjo? We only want to ensure thatyou’re pleased to the fullest.”

“We don’t have to, my darling,” Fandralmurmurs gently, his lips quirked into an easy smile. “If you think you can’ttake it.” A hardness comes to Loki’s brown eyes. Thor wants to ruin him, herealises: he wants to leave Loki with come running down his thighs and bruisesall over his body, wants to leave Loki limping home, so that he never darestake on a form like this again.

“I can take it,” he insists, sharp,indignant. Fandral and Thor laugh as one: Thor delights in how easy his brother’sbuttons are to push, even now – and Fandraldelights in a woman’s indignation at being set such a challenge. Thor heavesLoki off the table with ease, impaling him on Thor’s cock, and Loki wails, his face pressing against Thor’schest and his arms scrabbling at the front of Thor’s tunic. Easily, Thorsupports Loki’s weight, fucking him shallowly as Fandral drags his mouth overthe pink expanse of Loki’s back, two fingers slipping between Loki’s legs.

Loki cries out like he’s being split in two as just one of Fandral’s fingersslips inside him, pushing the working muscle outward, and Thor and Loki gasp togetheras they feel Fandral’s signet ring popinto the muscle, assisting him in opening it outward a little more as a secondfinger slips inside, and Loki whines.

“It’ll never fit,” he says brokenly, hisbreathing shallow, and Fandral chuckles, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Are you certain?” Fandral asks softly. “PerhapsI’m smaller than you expect.” Loki groans, but he tips his head back and into itas Fandral sucks a lurid mark on crook of his shoulder, and there it is – a thirdfinger, carefully working in alongside Thor’s cock, slowly scissoring andforcing Loki’s cunny to stretch, toaccommodate them each. “Lift her up, Thor, just so that your head is justinside her… Yes, that’s it.”

And then Thor can feel Fandral’s prickagainst his own, feel its shorter length and shorter girth, lined up againstLoki’s open entrance. Carefully, he lowers Loki down, and he feels the awful shiftof it, feel Loki’s slick cunt with Fandral and Thor pressing inside at once,and then they’re just—

Inside.

This is ecstasy. Thor can feel everypathway in his head sing withpleasure at the obscene tightness of it, the jolt and the pulse of Fandral’scock beside his own, their heads pressed head, and then the tight, satin gripof Loki’s cunt around them both.

When Fandral bottoms out, leaving a fewinches of Thor still to slip inside, Loki is breathing heavily, his legsgripping tight about Thor’s waist, his hands spread against Thor’s chest, andFandral’s hand slips between them, beginning to play over and tweak at the rodof Loki’s tiny cock, his clit, and Lokiwhimpers.

He says something indistinguishable, and Thorand Fandral share a glance over his shoulder. “What’s that, love?” Fandral askssoftly, encouragingly.

“More,”Loki whispers. Thor grins, and he slides in the rest of the way, straighteninghis back and shifting past Fandral,so that he’s seated fully inside Loki’s cunt, and Loki keens. They can’t thrustproperly, not with the both of them like this, but Loki clenches tightly aboutthem both as they give shallow shifts of their hips, and Thor can feel Fandral’sfingers working furiously on Loki’s clit,see him kissing all over Loki’s neck, his shoulder—

Loki comes with a gasping whine, and hisclit ejaculates, a little whitenesshot on Fandral’s fingers and between Thor and Loki’s belly, and Fandral letsout a sound of delight, his hands moving to play with Loki’s tits once more.

When Fandral comes, it’s a strangesituation, his come spurting against Thor’s own cock, and then he slips down,and Thor smiles down at Loki, showing all his teeth, and he doesn’t see the slightestbit of fear in Loki’s eyes this time – he sees excitement, and desire.

Thor fucks Loki hard against the wall, hishands pinned above his head, Thor’s cock hammering into him, and Loki comes apart, wailing and moaning, barelyproducing a single word as his skirt is left awkwardly fluttering about hiswaist, and when Thor comes inside him, he sees Loki’s eyes widen, feels him flutter and clench at the sensation of the hot burstwithin him—

Loki stumbles when Thor initially sets himback on his feet, and Fandral – ever the gentleman – steps forward with a handkerchief,carefully dabbing at his mouth before setting Loki’s bustier gently against hischest.

“We should do this again,” Fandral murmursin Loki’s ear. “Just us, next time.”

“I’d like that,” Loki mumbles hazily, andonce more, jealousy flares within Thor’s chest – but only for a moment. He saysnothing, and merely watches as Loki moves swiftly from the brothel, watched bya dozen eyes: come is visible where it slides down his thighs, and Thor presseshis lips together as he tucks himself back within his breeches.

“That was lovely,” Fandral says,conversationally. “Now, with that interruption aside, Thor… Why don’t you readmy new sonnet?”

“You are incorrigible,” Hogun says, andFandral laughs.

“I am indeed, my friend,” he agrees proudly,and Thor takes the stupid chapbook.

–

It is some days later that he finds Loki inIðunn’s orchard, bent over a barrel of apples and oranges, frowning at the bookin his hand. He looks from the barrel to the book, from the book to the barrel,and then frowns, dragging a hand through his hair. Loki has been walking onshaky legs these past days, but his resolve has remained strong at meal timesand in the arena alike – the only time he had balked at an ordinary activity,such as when Hogun had suggested a horse ride early the previous morn, and Lokihad feigned a sudden sprain to his ankle.

Said ankle, of course, is now fine.

“What are you doing, Loki?” Thor asks,conversationally. Loki glances at him, and Thor doesn’t miss the ghost of shame,uncertainty, that shines in his eyes before he turns back to the barrel.

“I’m trying a new spell… There shouldn’t beoranges here. There ought only be apples.”

“Why not have both?” Thor asks, and Loki’shead whips around, his eyes comically wide. Thor keeps his expression measuredand innocent, his eyebrows slowly raising. “Have I offended your sensibilitiesin asking such a question, brother?”

“No,” Loki says hurriedly. “No, no…” Andthen the mask is back in place, impossible to break.

Yes, they can both act, he and Thor… Butfor once, Thor has the upper hand. He steps marginally closer, so that hiscrotch is just behind Loki’s arse, and he leans over to peer into the barrel,feeling the way Loki shivers at histouch.

Perhaps his punishment had been more of an incentive… But there are other ways todeter his brother’s shapeshifting into untoward forms. Thor needs only todiscover them.

#thorki #fanfic #dictionary writes #WOW THIS TOOK A LONG TIME #THIS TOOK LIKE ALL DAY #HOPE U ENJOY NONNIE #Anomymous #t; answered asks

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RPT Phoenix Report: Back to Back!

Part 3: Crunch Time

So to recap I finished day 1 6-2

WWL WWLWW

This is a reasonably happy 6-2! 

You have the 

LLWWWWWW  Ecstatic 6-2

WWWWWWLL So tilted you may not even show up for day 2 6-2

Mine fell somewhere in the middle of the extremes.

But of course, 6-2 is 6-2. And my breakers should be pretty strong + the tournament is quite small compared to recent PTs. Multiple X-4s should make T8

Myself Jarvis Allen Knox and Mark have dinner at a nice Thai place. 

Unfortunately we waited like 90 minutes for a table, but in the end it was worth it as we just hung out at a bar next door. and the food ended up being really good.

We don’t get back to the house until pretty late, and we are greeted with Tom Ross laying out the UW Pioneer deck 

“To fix it up for the GP Tomorrow”

Instead of going to sleep I watch Tom cut multiple supreme verdicts, go up to 4 mystical disputes main, add a horribly awry to the main, sneak a tomik in the SB, along with many other hilarious changes.

He ended up registering 4 disputes main loooool IDK what his list was exactly but he ended up playing vs tons of aggro and still going 7-2. 

Not sure how he finished up day 2; some middling finish I think. Turns out mystical dispute is worse than supreme verdict against mono red and black.

I get to bed a bit late but wake up feeling good.

We get over the Breakfast Club earlier today with time to eat. 

I already know I’m in pod 3 with Oli2 Efro Cain Lauphiette Bloody Sadowsky and Murahashi.

We get to the site right at 9 again and I find myself in a decent seat. I have Oli 3 my left and Efro 4 away. I’m being fed by Joel Sadowsky with me feeding Bloody.

I don’t know a ton about these players preferences or limited abilities, but I do know that Oli and Efro are both very good and I am happy to be seated away from them.

This draft was a bit wild; I open Setessan Champion and take it over who cares i forgot.

I 2nd pick Alirios over some weaker cards i don’t remember, a pretty weak pack. I think there may have been like a red omen and something else but it was easy Alirios and I always want to be blue anyway.

3rd pick I happily take Mire’s Grasp over nothing

4th pick I am greeted with a Dryad of the Ilysian Grove. Not the best card or anything, but i have a setessan champion and love drafting 3-4 color UG decks so this got me excited.

I fill out this pack with an icthymorphosis, a satyr grovedancer, a late cling to dust, and i know a nexus wardens tabled. I also have a memory drain a brine giant and an altar of the pantheon to keep an eye on.

Going into pack 2 I’m not really sure if I’ll be UG or GB or some combo inbetween, but I really want to be green bc of Champion.

I open Thassa’s intervention in an otherwise unexciting pack so I take that. I like this card more than most people I imagine; I think it’s very good.

I am passed lots of really good cards, but I ignore them bc there is an illysian carytid.

I’ve drafted this deck enough to know how important carytid is; and my spidey senses just tell me that I need to be base green and stay as wide open as possible to playing the gooooods that I will be receiving much too late.

Unfortunately the rest of this pack is pretty weak. I pickup a nylea’s intervention like 5th and somewhere in here I get a riptide turtle a mystic repeal a relentless pursuit 2 omen of the hunts a hierophant a 2nd altar of the pantheon and a watcher of tomorrows. Nothing exciting but I’m realllllly set up to splash anything ever.

In pack 3 I open Eat to Extinction and nothing, easy pick.

I’m finally rewarded and passed Calix, Destiny’s Hand. I already have a ton of enchantments with a few of them being removal like ichthymorphosis and mire’s grasp.

Unfortunately the rest of the pack sort of fades, I get a late Drag to the underworld and tymaret, as well as a return to nature a 2nd relentless pursuit a Nyleas Huntmaster a 6/7 colossus and another brine giant.

When building my deck I end up waffling between a lot of different configurations, but in the end I realize to make my mana really good I need to cut tymaret and drag and just splash black. 

Bc I’m lacking esape and ways to deal with it I splash the cling to dust, one of my favorite cards in the set.

My final deck is like 7 forests 6 islands 2 swamps 1 plains 1 carytid 1 dryad 2 omens and nyleas intervention for fixing. I have thassas intervention, relentless pursuit, setessan champion, cling, Calix for card advantage, and then i have grasp icthymorphosis eat to extinction mystic repeal for removal. Round it out with alirios dryad wardens turtle and some big dumb creatures; I quite like my deck and I even have lots of playable sb options.

R9 Joel Sadowsky

This match was a real banger and I wish i could remember the details better.

Joel was feeding me and he has a pretty strong RG deck. He has multiple incendiary oracles and is quite aggressive overall.

He draws his Mythic Phoenix in all the games, and he also has Typhon and maybe chimera as well (i think it may have actually been rage hound not chimera) But anyway he is beating down and escaping.

In g1 I think I assemble ichthymorphosis on one of the escape creatures and I get Calix going while eat to extinctioning a different escape creature. I just survive at a low life total and bury him in Calix cards.

In g2 I feel like I am constantly fighting to get on equal footing but if I can just put my foot down I will be ahead. Unfortunately things just keep snowballing with phoenix and then wings of hubris and I ultimately can’t deploy my cards fast enough and am forced to make suboptimal plays and blocks and eventually die to the wings.

G3 was just great. 

There is a ton of back and forth and on the last turn I leave myself dead to phoenix with only a black up, and he has it and pumps it and goes to extend his hand to say GGs lol; but i cling a creature in his yard to stay at 1 life and untap and deal with phoenix. I have to fade wings for a turn or two but then I can cling again and on the last turn he ends up being able to put me to exactly 1 again after I cling for a 3rd time. 

Clinggggggoat

7-2

I’m feeling good and hoping to fade Oli2 and Efro. I find out Efro lost but Oli2 has a busted white pious wayfarer deck, thats bad news.

I see the pairings and am relieved to see it is Lauphiette and not Oli, but that relief is short lived as Lauphiette begins giving me the business.

R10 Lauphiette Kincey

G1 is a really back and forth affair where Lauphiette sticks a commanding presence on a flier for a turn, but I peel the land I need to Nylea’s intervention it away. He then lagona bands the presence back, but I am able to keep his fliers at bay mostly and he seems to be taking things slow. Turns out he has Shatter the Sky and has been sandbagging a bit.

Luckily I have too, and after drawing a card from Shatter and for my turn I rebuild quickly, and I am able to hold off his presence + leftovers.

G2 and 3 are just a lesson in what happens when your opponent knows how to sideboard and u are playing a 22 land deck or whatever.

Lauphiette boards in multiple memory drains to go with his thassas’ intervention/denial/denies and I just struggle to resolve any of my good cards.

I fight my best, but in g2 he has deny for my t3 champion and then I have pretty awkward mana and never really get much going.

In g3 we hilariously play draw go for like 8 turns when he breaks first casting a big thassas intervention, i respond with my own big intervention but he counters it. I untap and go for champion which he counters, but i stick Calix.

Unfortunately Calix is not jace the mind sculptor and he just easily beats it with a bunch of fliers. Ultimately my deck was just too much air and he has all vexing gulls and counterspells and despite me fighting like hell thru all of it; he is going to kill me with damage while I also have 0 cards in my library and nowhere close to killing him. 

7-3

I’m feeling a bit down after this loss as I know I can’t afford to lose again. It sucks that magic tie breakers work this way, but if I would’ve lost in like R12-13 instead I wouldn’t have felt as bad knowing I probably had another loss to give.

I regroup, convincing myself my deck is absolutely busted. (Deep down I know I just need to win this round bc I am not losing in constructed.)

R11 Brenton Murahashi

Brenton is also RG and his deck seems quite good as well, but it is a different kind of good. He is like multiple warbriars blessings and lots of escape creatures and he is just a RG removal plus large creatures deck. 

The lack of aggression helps me in this match as I’m able to win the 2 games I do somewhat trivially.

G1 I just have a really strong start and have Calix going on an empty board for way too long, and feel like i am 100% to win from t6 until I actually win t18.

G2 I feel ahead but I just draw a lot of timely basic lands in a row and succumb to some medium beats after losing my good cards to warbriars blessings.

G3 I feel really ahead, but he has some serious suprise burst damage with Phoenix and I think wings as well; deja vu. 

CLINGGGGOAT does not care.

As a matter of fact he actually has dreamstalker manticore with me at 3 life. Draws from no hand and smiles a bit and says go. I have cling in my hand but am just holding onto it for dear life always leaving up 5 mana and 2 black. In my upkeep he fires off an omen of the forge. I give a wince and he targets me with the dreamstalker trigger.

Trigger resolves, I am at 2. Omen resolves, targetting me. 

one second.......

CLINGGGGGOAT!

I clean up over a couple turns always leaving up cling.

8-3

I am obviously feeling really good here as I know I am just 7 wins away from the trophy and I have 6 teferi’s 3 dig thru times 4 wraths 26 lands and ~20 opts.

I am immediately suprised to see I am paired vs Sebastian Pozzo. He was in Pod 1 and I thought he was 8-0 overnight, but I was mistaken and he was 7-1 then 1-2 the draft.

R12 Sebastian Pozzo on Sultai Delerium

Sebastian’s list looks pretty stock (Similar to Joel Larson’s) and one thing I have going for me is that he cares way more about world’s and probably spent a lot of time testing standard instead of pioneer.

G1 is a real banger as he t2 scavenging ooze and I just chill out and counter lots of things that matter like a grisly salvage and some planeswalkers. But meanwhile he is exiling all my dig food and I am stuck with a dig in my hand and my life total somewhat dwindling down around 10.

I wrestle control of the game but promptly get emrakuled. The unfortunate thing is I timed a T3feri poorly and left him able to bounce his Emrakul. I don’t think I made any obvious mistakes and I was aware of emrakul and my teferi, but I couldn’t help but think I may have fucked it off somewhere as he is taking my turn.

Luckily he can’t devastate me too bad. He does get to spew some of my cards then go for a dig thru time grabbing 2 lands (He almost had to give me a spell! first 6 we flipped were 1 land and 5 bangers). And he bounces his emrakul and says go to my own turn.

I draw a supreme verdict and am able to + teferi and verdict his emrakul away on the way back down.

He can’t really do much with my turn and I am sort of home free. His deck still has 2 URO a Ballista a tracker another JVP and maybe 1-2 other relevant cards.

Over the next few turns I am just blasting castle tokens into play 2 at a time then eventually 3 at a time. I finally find a t5eferi after he has cracked 7 clues and cast 100 uro. I counted his deck at some point and he had 23 cards to my 19; but he was worried (I believe incorrectly) too much about me ultimating my t5eferi and he was just maximizing every clue and URO with no regards for milling. I never came close to ultimating t5eferi bc he resolved a ballista for 4 or so with 12ish lands. But my 15ish castle tokens were doing just fine protecting my already high life total. 

We fight over ballista with my t5eferi and other cards but he was still drawing with uro and trackers, until he finally counts his library and its 9 cards to my 12.

My deck still has 2 verdicts another t5eferi and t3feri (I have both of those in play as well with some reasonable amounts of loyalty but not really threatening ultimate t5feri bc his ballista still around with 3-4 counters)

Upon recounting his deck he gives me a big sense of relief by conceding. He checked the clock and it was getting around 15 minutes, and he knew he would just be wasting time trying to fight thru triple castle and all these tokens with no real good cards left in his deck.

I was pretty sure this was the case, but the way he had been playing really made me think I was missing something. I kept racking my brain for how he was going to get another emrakul or something but the 1 he had was already exiled to lantern and yeah, turns out he was drawing dead.

Open decklists are great, but when u are against a deck with a bunch of 1 ofs like sultai delerium, while also not having played the matchup that much, that 1 minute of review really shrivels up as u sit there wondering why the hell this man is drawing cards with NO REGARDS FOR HUMAN LIFE!

In SBing i try to go quickly as I don’t want Sebastian to feel I got him by wasting time in any way, and also bc if I get beat by a quick TS + Tracker/dispute draw I can fight to win g3 in 10 min or whatever.

G2 is quite interesting as well but the turns are complicated and despite time ticking sebastian is still having to take some time to think. The climax is with only a couple of minutes left he assembles the 4th type with fabled passage thru a lantern and is able to traverse for emrakul threatening to cast it next turn thru a castle garenbrig if he has a land. But i have a cycler plus a teferi in play and with my cycler i find a dig thru time which finds an ashiok and a counterspell and I know it’s over.

I ashiok his graveyard and he concedes (I would likely not be able to kill him in time this game, but I was up 1-0 and he just saved us all some time and conceded)

9-3

No breaks... Next round is up.

R13 Zachary Kiihne Rimrock RED

Zach is great. I don’t actually know him well, but we battled a lot on the ladder of Arena on the Mythic Invy qualifier month. He ended up making it I believe, while I couldn’t close and finished 13th. We played lots of my WW vs his GW tokens where he was inherently favored, but the games were always complex and large board states and he always played quickly and seemed to know where the games were going.

Keeping up that pace at the PT, Zach just fires everything right off!

in G1 I keep a sketchy hand and he has the exact start to punish me. He just plays creature creature creature shock and I do find my 4th land in time but the problem is I don’t have a verdict, and when i draw on t4 it is not verdict and i die. If it was verdict I would also likely die bc I was so low anyway. WTF M8??

Luckily Dream Trawler does not care what happens in g1

in G2 and G3 I use some 2 mana interaction to survive to trawler and I kill him with them. He did have to mulligan and keep a really land heavy hand in one of the games and it hurt him.

There was an interesting spot in g2 where i had both t3feri and t5feri and he had chandra torch of defiance, exiled a card and it was lightning strike. He lightning striked my t5eferi down, then plays another card. A Judge was nearby and came and stopped our game and informed us you can in fact NOT play magic cards exiled with chandra thru T3feri. What a dumb fucking card!

The judge decides we can just back up to the point of exiling, so instead I take 2. Either way I was casting Dig thru time end of turn and going to win trivially but this way I got to keep my t5eferi in play! Thanks Judge and T3feri!!

And yeah again g3 was just him flooding and me playing trawler at a really high life total.

10-3

I finally get a bit of a break as Zach played lightning speed and we got things over with quick. I get some food and get myself amped up for these next few crucial matches.

R14 Connor Cole

Connor is a local Texan who I actually met playing at I believe SCG Dallas recently. He won a PTQ and ended up joining our local Houston guys Slack team and then went on to crush the first 13 rounds of the PT!!!

Unfortunately he ran into the Buzz Saw here; and I had to show him what the last few rounds of a PT are like.

But no jokes aside, Connor is gas and plays really well. He ended up finishing 12-4 and tiebreaker stung into 9th :( But he qued for the final and I expect big things from him in the future.

Our match was a feature, but we were the backup and they had some audio issues.

I actually just threw away the first game being overconfident in my deck. It’s funny when playing a deck like UW control my instincts are to just man up and trust the shit out of my deck. By that I mean I maximize my mana and effeciency even if I am not getting the most out of my cards, bc i trust with all these teferi’s and digs and cyclers I will be able to gain some advantage/find what i need later so long as I am surviving and hitting lands.

My mistake was maximizing mana and a dig thru time where I exiled my elspeth. At the time I was at 9 life and I had already cast a dig hitting some weak sauce, so I figured I would find my absorb or 2 counters and lock the game, but instead i found opt and charm and i fluttered around with my t5eferi as well and could not beat his running burn spells putting me to exactly 0.

If I would’ve just taken 2 seconds to realize I am in no real rush (he was on E or maybe had 1 card) I should’ve just realized I was almost 0% to lose if I just didn’t exile my own Elspeth.

Moral of the story is don’t trust your stupid deck when you already have everything you need!!!

G2 is an absolute nailbiter as I play elspeth and think I’m cruising to Trawler, but chainwhirler eats it promptly.

I then have my 2nd elspeth but 2nd chainwhirler dashes that as well.

I still slam trawler and think It’s mostly very safe, as connor just has chainwhirler kari zev and soul scar mage with me at 9.

But he slams Chandra and minuses on my trawler. I count it up and thank the lord somehow he only has 8 damage. So i give my trawler hexproof keeping a dig thru time, and he puts me to 1. I untap and attack chandra draw and dig before damage, and I have a lot of combo’s that will keep me alive easily. Any  interaction should be good enough and I leave myself 5 mana. I find a verdict and something else gassy so I just go up to 6 from trawler, verdict and then untap with elspeths ready to come back from the yard and I gain 5 and am out of range and clean up shortly after.

G3 is a bit less scary. He does put up a fight but I feel miles ahead at all points having 2 mana interaction and then also hittings lands and playing cards before trawlering on 6 while still quite healthy.

11-3

Now I’m really feeling hyped as I know I have a win and in and I’m just 4 wins from the Trophy!!!

I refocus and am very confident I will win the next round.

R15 Raja Sulaiman WB Gideon Midrange

I don’t know my opponent, but I do know he has a sweet deck. I am looking at the list trying to figure out if I’m extremely happy or a bit sad and can’t really tell. I lean towards happy but could totally see getting annihilated as well.

Luckily the match is mostly uneventful. I lose g1 to double TS Heart History Gideon...

But again, 

Dream Trawler does not care what happens in g1.

12-3

We did it! Back to back PT T8s!! 

Unfortunately the next 20min were very unpleasant instead of happy, but that’s ok. 

The pairings for R16 makeup for it!

I’m at table 1, paired against my teammate Allen Wu who has enough wins to T8 this PT and the next!

I know Allen does not care much for any bullshit, so I am actually a bit worried he is going to want to play me. 

Yes we are teammates, but Allen cares [almost] solely about maximizing his chances of winning the tournaments. I respect him a lot, and I also respect this approach. 

One of 3 things happened; 

-Allen valued his time too much to battle me here for extremely minimal gains.

-Allen thinks there is some chance losing would make him the 2 seed while drawing just locks the 1 seed (I think he was locked 1 seed even if he played me and lost); 

-Allen thinks I/my deck suck and he wants me in the T8

I’m leaning towards some combination of all 3, but who cares he offered to draw and I ACCCCCCEPT!

The final standings shake out with Allen 1 Jacob 2 Me 3. I am playing the 6, Huey, and my teammate Tommy is 7 battling Jacob on my side of the bracket.

My other teammate Corey is battling PETERRR in the 4/5 match.

Our team has 4 people in the T8!!! I know we are like 7% of the tournament, but thats 50%!

Also shoutout to Mark who I believe lost a win and in R15 or so.

Our squad obviously had a really strong showing, with 4 in the T8 and Corey winning it all. But we also just had really solid winrates in limited and constructed despite playing lots of different decks.

This is getting obscenely long. 

This night was actually really annoying bc I spent it telling the same story over and over;

And also on twitter watching lots of people I’ve never met talk about how much of an asshole I am, or how much I cheat, or how bad I am, or whatever is getting the most likes.

I mostly shook it off. I got to tell the story to all the people I care about, and have dinner with a large portion of my team. I had already played my QF matchup post board a bit with Allen before the tournament, so I knew my plans.

Unfortunately it didn’t help me in the games.

I get to bed at a reasonable time and have to be at the site for like 9:15. I’m there before 9 and when I ask if I can go to starbucks I am told yes of course go ahead, but please stay around. And then immediately someone else tells me I won’t be playing until around 11 probably :0

I get starbucks and get back to battle Jacob some in his QF matchup. Mostly to just warmup and help him out, but also to get a feel for he and Tommy’s decks incase I beat Huey. 

We only get a few games in before finding out my match is actually 3rd not 4th, and these BO3 are going quick and I’m about to be up.

While the other match is finishing, we present and draw our hands and get ready to start right when the other match finishes.

I am greeted with 2 censor Opt Farmland Hallowed Fountain Glacial Fortress Supreme Verdict. Not quite the nuts, but a solid A. I’m on the play and Huey mulligans to 5.

We finally start our game and this one hurt. I opt t1 and hit a teferi and keep it, then immediately draw my 4th land so i say go with censor up ready to cycle farmland, huey goes for sylvan scrying before playing land after t1 grazer got him to 2, and i censor it and he says go missing a land drop with 3 cards in his hand.

From here I play teferi to get the jayemdae tomb one every 4 turns going; Huey draws a thespians stage but can’t muster anything else, so he now has 2 UG lands a stage and 3 cards vs my censor cycle land another land and teferi.

Over the next 3-4 turns I draw 2 cards with teferi cycle this farmland and another, opt and charm, and the only playable card I find is a mystical dispute. I draw seal away and all 4 of my verdicts lol.

Huey goes for Granted with 3 mana up, and i have no choice but to dispute and hope to censor after he pays 2 for 1ing myself. I can’t be granted for distortion without a t5eferi in play or any pressure at all.

He responds by cycling vizier to make a mana, and pays for dispute with 1 mana still up. This now means I have to cycle censor looking for a hard counter but i brick. He gets distortion.

The game weirdly goes on for like 8 more turns. He just keeps making more fields with stages but I amass narset elspeth t3feri t5feri. He finally has to go for it despite not having a way to kill me, so he goes for distortion into string strings last card granted for ugin to wipe my planeswalkers; but I’m able to make a 1/1 and chip ugin down to 2. Unfortunately I draw a land, he +s on my token and i make another then draw another land. ANd now I am dead to the fae coming into play, back to hand, finding Jace and having double walker going. I just got beat at my own game!!! He didn’t even breach me!

But yeah, I am feeling a bit frustrated to lose the game despite knowing how bad G1 is. 

When he mulled to 5 and got his scrying censored I believe I was a massive favorite, probably somewhere in the 70s or 80s at least and I just drew only the dead cards.

But now we board in 9-10 cards and regroup!

G2 was really great, and I made like 1 mistake a turn. 

I asked a lot of really good players what they would do on all these turns and almost all of them would make the same mistakes I did. 

Except for Allen; 

and Drunk Tom Ross!

Tom let me know how bad I fucked up, and I really appreciate that. 

Tom said many different things like “awww u really fucked up. U fucked it up bad. Damn u fucked it up”

The games are obviously on camera, but in G2 Huey goes for field + copy it with stage, I field of ruin the stage. 

So his board is forest untapped Lotus Field tapped with 4 cards in hand.

I have T5feri my 4th and 5th land, 2 mystical disputes and absorb.

I untap and draw Elspeth.

The question is should I play it?

Huey has 4 disenchants, 2 disputes, 1 ugin, 1 jace, 1 thought distortion and maybe 1 more card he could bring in.

For the most part his plan is still the same, build up his mana and try to find a window to either thought distortion me, or strings my lands/his lands to make sure he resolves his key card(s).

But I just felt with the 2 disputes and t5eferi I was going to be able to apply meaningful pressure fast enough to not risk tapping out here.

In my head he could just granted for distortion then sort of ignore elspeth for a few turns and fire a distortion then kill me, but that is so unrealistic. First he has to not board the distortion in (I was thinking he like 80% brings it in. Allen brought his in and we felt like that was just correct so I assumed Huey likely would) and then he also has to somehow have perfect mana to get to 6 and then distort me and kill me before dying to this SIX MACHINE elspeth? Its stupid and I shouldve just probably played elspeth.

Not doing so was playing scared/too safe. But it really isn’t that bad or that big of a deal. If huey has a natural 2nd stage into strings I can easily just be dead. But it’s really low % and this is a tough matchup of magic the gathering vs a great player where you can’t just tiptoe around making suboptimal plays bc it makes you feel safe.

Lots of people hesitated and said don’t play it. Tom would have blown like a .40 BAC minimum when I asked him, and he immediately said to play Elspeth.

Anyway Huey untaps and just plays a temple scryland and keeps the card on top, and says go.

So now he has forest lotus field untapped and 4 cards with a banger on top.

My turn.

I draw damping sphere!

I have t5eferi damping sphere elspeth 2 dispute absorb and my 5th land.

Now a a few things go thru my mind here. Huey has 2 disputes but the way he’s played this game make me feel like it’s somewhat unlikely he has one. 

However, if I go for t5feri and he does dispute it’s really ugly. I can go for elspeth with dispute up but that feels too weak.

My options I am actually considering are just jam sphere and counter a disenchant, or jam teferi and have double dispute up if he doesn’t have dispute.

I think it’s somewhat close, but in hindsight it’s actually just an easy T5feri. 

Unfortunately I go for damping sphere which is where Tom says nooooooo u fucked up bad, u really fucked it up.

And Huey immediately floats 3 GREEN? I say ok and he natural states my damping sphere.

Now this is a bit weird to me. I mean he floated 3 green immediately; but he has a forest up. And he has 2 disputes in his deck...

So now I am paranoid that he hasnt a 2nd disenchant. 

But it’s Huey, and it’s a PT T8. I start thinking maybe he is leveling me and trying to get me not to counter it bc he has no dispute and no 2nd disenchant.

Ultimately my plan when playing it was to just fire off a counterspell on disenchant bc if he does have a dispute or 2nd one he will only have 2 cards, and i can just untap t5feri with counterspell. But if he doesn’t successfully kill sphere I am just going to win easily.

So I absorb.

Huey bins the natural state and before he can cast his other one a judge intervenes.

There is a damping sphere in play when i absorb; so obviously I can’t do this bc it should cost 4. I just totally forgot that part of the card even existed. I haven’t cast it in the entire tournament, and in my mind it was just strip mine lotus fields to wastes. 

Even with the speed of everything and huey snap disenchanting I could have seen myself forgetting to count the sphere tax to itself, but I literally just forgot it even had that text for a second there.

Huey also forgot it. The judges stopped us and then asked me what I was thinking, so I just repeated a lot of what I just typed; all the shit I was thinking about him floating green instead of blue etc. then they came back and gave us warnings and said to carry on. Huey apologizes after the game bc he said he totally forgot himself but it looks bad bc he wanted me to absorb bc he had another disenchant.

Anyway, we backup and I have a dead damping sphere and 3 mana up with absorb Huey now knows about. I also have the 2 disputes.

Huey untaps and immediately taps field and forest and plays hidden strings. THen he looks at me lol. I say are you targetting your lands?? He says yes

So yeah, now I am looking at this absorb he knows about. He only has like what 3 cards behind this strings. It’s going to put him to 7 mana. What can he even do? There is no way he’s killing me thru 2 dispute. If he has breach natural i let it resolve, then i dispute strings. If he pays he has 0 mana left and i dispute again untap teferi + and have absorb gg yo

If he has the natural distortion then obviously I need to counter this. But he has ONE and i just showed him absorb. I am thinking to myself, dont be a fool! his hand is probably granteds and pore over the pages and hes trying to bait u into countering this stupid strings!

So I let it resolve, and I get distorted.

This was not a good play!

I could have just disputed the strings. This virtually counters it bc he only had 1 field. So while he couldve paid for dispute, it wouldve tapped him out, and strings resolves untapping only 4 mana. So from there i still have another dispute and he can’t reasonably do anything.

Instead I am empty handed and in dire straights. I do peel t5eferi immediately but i hit land off of it and draw only lands next turn as well, meanwhile huey sets up to kill me over 2 turns and does so.

what a tilting match :(

It really hurts to make such critical mistakes in these high stakes matches, but Magic is really hard and I forgive myself pretty quickly.

I had good reasons for making the plays that I did, but they were just a bit faulty; 

WRONG!

I feel like if I had more time to think things through, or if there were less pressure of the stakes I maybe would have just slammed T5eferi and even Elspeth t4. But i definitely don’t have a good excuse for not disputing strings. Just Huey being Huey and somehow levelling me into punting it all off after i showed him my absorb.

But yeah GG’s YO I ended up 6th for 10k bc Allen lost too :( and 18 points.

I have a really good shot at Rivals now so I am pumped for the PT final and next RPT!

Shoutout again to Corey for winning and all of team 5% for crushing and being gas.

Also shoutout to all the grinders out there still on the outside looking in. 

I see you!

Hopefully I’ll have more reports soon...

PT Finals Victory Report, RPT2 Victory Report...

Let’s get it!!!

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CHRIS EVANS IS READY TO FIGHT His success as captain america has made Chris Evans one of Hollywood's sure things, which means he can do whatever he wants with his free time. So why jump out of airplanes and get into it with David Duke?

The Canadian commandos are the first to jump. Our plane reaches an altitude of about eight thousand feet; the back door opens. Although it's a warm winter day below in rural southern California, up here, not so much. In whooshes freezing air and the cold reality that this is actually happening. Out drop the eight commandos, all in black-and-red camouflage, one after the other. For them it's a training exercise, and Jesus, these crazy bastards are stoked. The last Canuck to exit into the nothingness is a freakishly tall stud with a crew cut and a handlebar mustache; just before he leaps, he flashes a smile our way. Yeah, yeah, we get it: You're a badass.

Moments later, the plane's at ten thousand feet, and the next to go are a Middle Eastern couple in their late thirties. These two can't wait. They are ecstatic. Skydiving is clearly a thing for them. Why? I can't help thinking. Is it like foreplay? Do they rush off to the car after landing and get it on in the parking lot? They give us the thumbs-up and they're gone.

Just like that, we're at 12,500 feet and it's our turn. Me and Chris Evans, recognized throughout the universe as the star of the Marvel-comic-book-inspired Captain America and Avengers movies. The five films in the series, which began in 2011 with Captain America: The First Avenger, have grossed more than $4 billion.

The two of us, plus four crew members, are the only ones left in the back of the plane. Over the loud drone of the twin propellers, one of the crew members shouts, "Okay, who's going first?"

Evans and I are seated on benches opposite each other. Neither of us answers. I look at him; he looks at me. I feel like I've swallowed a live rat. Evans is over there, all Captain America cool, smiling away.

While we were waiting to board the plane, Evans told me that as he lay in bed the night before, "I started exploring the sensation of 'What if the chute doesn't open?'. . ."

Oh, did you now?

". . .Those last minutes where you know." As in you know you're going to fatally splat. "You're not gonna pass out; you're gonna be wide awake. So what? Do I close my eyes? Hopefully, it would be quick. Lights out. I fucking hope it would be quick. And then I was like, if you're gonna do it, let's just pretend there is no way this is going to go wrong. Just really embrace it and jump out of that plane with gusto." Evans also shared that he'd looked up the rate of skydiving fatalities. "It's, like, 0.006 fatalities per one thousand jumps. So I figure our odds are pretty good."

Again the crew member shouts, "Who's going first?"

Again I look at Evans; again he looks at me. The rat is running circles in my belly.

I look at Evans; he looks at me.

Another crew member asks, "So whose idea was this, anyway?"

That's an excellent question.

I ask Evans the same thing when we first meet, the evening before our jump, at his house. He lives atop the Hollywood Hills, in a modern-contemporary ranch in the center of a Japanese-style garden. The place has the vibe of an L.A. meditation retreat—there's even a little Buddha statue on the front step.

The dude who opens the front door is in jeans, a T-shirt, and Nikes; he has on a black ball cap with the NASA logo, and his beard is substantial enough that for a second it's hard to be sure this is the same guy who plays the baby-faced superhero. Our handshake in the doorway is interrupted when his dog rockets toward my crotch. Evans is sorry about that.

We do the small-talk thing. Evans is from a suburb of Boston, one of four kids raised by Dad, a dentist, and Mom, who ran a community theater. The point is, he's a Patriots fan, and with Super Bowl LI, between the Pats and the Falcons, just a few days away at the time, it's about the only thing on his mind. You bet your Sam Adams–guzzling ass he's going to the game in Houston. "Oh my God," he says, doing a little dance. "I can't believe it's this weekend."

Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell.

Evans won't be rolling to SB LI with a posse of Beantown-to-Hollywood A-listers like Mark Wahlberg, Matt Damon, and Ben Affleck. For the record, he's never met Damon, and his only interaction with Wahlberg was a couple years ago at a Patriots event. Evans has, however, humiliated himself in front of Affleck.

Around 2006, Evans met with Affleck to talk about Gone Baby Gone, which Affleck was directing. Evans was walking down a hallway, looking for the room where they were supposed to meet. Walking by an open office, he heard Affleck, in that thick Boston accent of his, shout, "There he is!" (Evans does a perfect Affleck impersonation.)

By then, Evans had hit the big time for his turn as the Human Torch, Johnny Storm, in 2005's Fantastic Four, but he still got starstruck. As he tells it, "First thing I say to him: 'Am I going to be okay where I parked?' He was like, 'Where did you park?' I said, 'At a meter.' And he was like, 'Did you put money in the meter?' And I said, 'Yep.' And he says, 'Well, I think you'll be okay.' I was like, this is off to a great fucking start." Stating the obvious here: Evans did not get the part.

No, Evans will be heading to the Super Bowl with his brother and three of his closest buddies. Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell for imposing that suspension on Tom Brady for Deflategate. Grabbing two beers from a fridge that's otherwise basically empty, Evans says, "I just want to see Goodell hand the trophy to Brady. Goodell. Piece of shit."

In Evans's living room, there's not a single hint of his Captain Americaness. Earth tones, tables that appear to be made of reclaimed wood. Open. Uncluttered. Glass doors open onto a backyard with a stunning view of the Hills. Evans stretches out on one of two couches. I take the other and ask, "Just whose idea was it to jump?" Since we both know whose idea it wasn't, we both know that what I'm really asking is Why? Why, dude, do you want to jump (with me) from a goddamn airplane? "Yeah," he says, popping open his beer, "I don't know what I was thinking."

Settling in on the couch, he groans. Evans explains that he's hurting all over because he just started his workout routine the day before to get in shape for the next two Captain America films. The movies will be shot back to back beginning in April. After that, no more red- white-and-blue costume for the thirty-five-year-old. He will have fulfilled his contract.

"Yeah," he says, popping open his beer, "I don't know what I was thinking."

Back in 2010, Marvel presented Evans with a nine-picture deal. He insisted he'd sign on for no more than six. Some family members thought he was nuts to dial back such a secure and lucrative gig. Evans saw it differently.

It takes five months to shoot a Marvel movie, and when you tack on the promotional obligations for each one, well, shit, man. Evans knew that for as long as he was bound to Captain America, he would have little time to take on other projects. He wanted to direct, he wanted to play other characters—roles that were more human—like the lead in Gifted, which will hit theaters this month. The script had brought him to tears. Evans managed to squeeze the movie in between Captain America and Avengers films.

In Gifted, Evans stars as Frank Adler. You don't get much more human than Adler, a grease-under-his-nails boat-engine mechanic living the bachelor life in Florida. After a series of tragic circumstances, Adler becomes a surrogate father to his niece, Mary, a first-grader with the IQ of Einstein. He recognizes that Mary is a little genius, and he does his best to prevent anyone else from noticing. Given the aforementioned circumstances, Adler has witnessed what can happen when a kid with a brilliant mind is pushed too hard too quickly. Then along comes Mary's teacher. She discovers the child's gift, and a Kramer vs. Kramer–esque drama ensues.

During a moment in the film when things aren't going Adler's way, he sarcastically refers to himself as a "fucking hero." Evans says the line didn't lead him to make comparisons between superhero Steve Rogers (aka Captain America) and Everyman hero Frank Adler. But now that you mention it . . . 

"With Steve Rogers," Evans says, "even though you're on a giant movie with a huge budget and strange costumes, you're still on a hunt for the truth of the character." That said, "with Adler, it's nice to play someone relatable. I think Julianne Moore said, 'The audience doesn't come to see you; they come to see themselves.' Adler is someone you can hold up as a mirror for someone in the audience. They'll be able to far more easily identify with Frank Adler than Steve Rogers."

Dodger. That's the name of Evans's dog, the one who headbutted my nuts and has since done a marvelous job of making amends by nuzzling against me on the couch. Evans got him while he was filming Gifted; one of the last scenes was shot in an animal shelter in Georgia. Evans had wanted a dog ever since his last pooch died in 2012. Then he found himself walking the aisles of this pound, and there was this mixed-breed boxer, wagging his tail and looking like he belonged with Evans.

Dodger is not exactly a name you'd think a die-hard Boston sports fan would pick. His boys from back home have given him a ton of shit over it. But he has not abandoned his Red Sox for the L.A. team. As a kid, he loved the Disney animated movie Oliver & Company, and his favorite character was Dodger. Anticipating the grief he was going to get from his pals, Evans considered other names. "You could name your dog Doorknob," he says, "and in a month he's fucking Doorknob." Evans's mom convinced him to go with his gut.

Right around when Evans was wrapping Gifted and heading back to L.A. with Dodger, the 2016 presidential campaign was still in that phase when no one, including the actor—a Hillary Clinton supporter—thought Trump had a shot. He still can't believe Trump won.

"I feel rage," he says. "I feel fury. It's unbelievable. People were just so desperate to hear someone say that someone is to blame. They were just so happy to hear that someone was angry. Hear someone say that Washington sucks. They just want something new without actually understanding. I mean, guys like Steve Bannon—Steve Bannon!—this man has no place in politics."

Evans has made, and continues to make, his political views known on Twitter. He tweeted that Trump ought to "stop energizing lies," and he recently ended up in a heated Twitter debate with former KKK leader David Duke over Trump's pick of Jeff Sessions for attorney general. Duke baselessly accused Evans of being anti-Semitic; Evans encouraged Duke to try love: "It's stronger than hate. It unites us. I promise it's in you under the anger and fear." Making political statements and engaging in such public exchanges is a rather risky thing for the star of Captain America to do. Yes, advisors have said as much to him. "Look, I'm in a business where you've got to sell tickets," he says. "But, my God, I would not be able to look at myself in the mirror if I felt strongly about something and didn't speak up. I think it's about how you speak up. We're allowed to disagree. If I state my case and people don't want to go see my movies as a result, I'm okay with that."

Trump. Bannon. Politics. Now Evans is animated. He gets off the couch, walks out onto his porch, and lights a cigarette. "Some people say, 'Don't you see what's happening? It's time to yell,' " Evans says. "Yeah, I see it, and it's time for calm. Because not everyone who voted for Trump is going to be some horrible bigot. There are a lot of people in that middle; those are the people you can't lose your credibility with. If you're trying to change minds, by spewing too much rhetoric you can easily become white noise."

Evans has a pretty remarkable "How I got to Hollywood" story.

During his junior year of high school, he knew he wanted to act. He was doing it a lot. In school. At his mom's theater. He loved it. "When you're doing a play at thirteen years old and have opening night? None of my friends had opening nights. 'I can't have a sleepover, guys; I have an opening night tonight.' "

That same year, he did a two-man play. For all of the twenty-plus plays Evans had done up to that point, preparation meant going home, memorizing lines, and doing a few run-throughs with the cast. However, for this play, Fallen Star, he and his costar would rehearse by running dialogue with each other. Hour upon hour, night after night.

Fallen Star is about two friends, one of whom has just died. As the play opens, one of the characters comes home after the funeral to find his dead friend's ghost. Evans was the ghost. Waiting backstage on opening night, he knew he didn't have every line memorized, but he had the essence and emotion of the play down. Onstage, he remembers, "I was saying the lines not because they were memorized but because the play was in me. I was believing what I was saying."

He was hooked. He wanted to do more of this kind of acting—real acting. He wanted to do films, in which the camera was right on him and he could just be the character, rather than theater, in which an actor must perform to the back of the room.

A family friend who was a television actor advised Evans that if he wanted to go to Hollywood, he needed an agent. Toward the end of his junior year, he had a ballsy request for his parents: If he found an internship with a casting agent in New York City, would they allow him to live there and cover the rent? They agreed. Evans landed a gig with Bonnie Finnegan, who was then working on the television show Spin City.

"I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life." Until it wasn't.

Evans chose to intern with a casting agent because he figured he had more of a chance to interact with other agents trying to get auditions for their clients.

The kid was sixteen years old.

Finnegan put Evans on the phone; his responsibilities included setting up appointments for auditions. By the end of the summer, he picked the three agents he had the best rapport with and asked each of them to give him a five-minute audition. All three said yes. After seeing his audition, all three were interested.

Evans went with the one Finnegan recommended, Bret Adams, who told Evans to return to New York for auditions in January, television pilot season. Back home, Evans doubled up on a few classes the first semester of his senior year, graduated early, and went back to New York in January. He got the same shithole apartment in Brooklyn and the same internship with Finnegan. He landed a part on the pilot Opposite Sex. Even better, the show got picked up and would start shooting in L.A. that fall.

"I know I'm going to L.A. in August," Evans says, recalling that period. "So I go home and that spring I would wake up around noon, saunter into high school just to see my buddies, and we'd go get high in the parking lot. I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life." Until it wasn't.

He wasn't in L.A. for even a month when he got a call from home. His parents were divorcing. Evans never saw it coming.

Family and love and the struggles therein are part of what attracted Evans to Gifted.

"In my own life, I have a deep connection with my family and the value of those bonds," he says. "I've always loved stories about people who put their families before themselves. It's such a noble endeavor. You can't choose your family, as opposed to friends. Especially in L.A. You really get to see how friendships are put to the test; it stirs everyone's egos. But if something goes south with a friend, you have the option to say we're not friends anymore. Your family—that's your family. Trying to make that system work and trying to make it not just functional but actually enjoyable is a really challenging endeavor, and that's certainly how it is with my family."

In the plane, a decision is made.

"I want to see you jump first," Evans shouts my way.

Of course he does.

Like any respectable and legal skydiving center, Skydive Perris, which is providing us with this "experience," doesn't just strap a chute on your back. First, you go to a room for a period of instruction. Then you go to another room, where you sign away your rights.

You may be wondering how the star of a billion-dollar franchise with two pictures to shoot gets clearance to jump from an airplane—never mind the low rate of fatalities, as Evans has presented it. So am I.

"Well, they give you all these crazy insurance policies, but even if I die, what are they going to do? Sue my family? They'd probably cast some new guy at a cheaper price and save some money."

Thinking the answer is almost certainly going to be no, I ask Evans if he's ever gone skydiving before. Turns out he has, with an ex-girlfriend. Turns out that ex-girlfriend is now married to Justin Timberlake. Evans and Jessica Biel dated off and on from 2001 to 2006. They took the leap together when Biel hatched the idea for one Valentine's Day. According to media accounts, Evans was recently dating his Gifted costar Jenny Slate, who plays the teacher. "Yeah," he says, "but I'm steering clear of those questions." You can almost feel his heart pinch.

"There's a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who's not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around."

We end up broadly discussing the unique challenges an international star like Evans faces when it comes to dating, specifically the trust factor. Evans supposes that's why so many actors date other actors: "There's a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who's not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around," he says. "Letting someone go to work with someone for three months and they won't see them. It really, it certainly puts the relationship to the test."

In Gifted, there's a moment when Slate's character asks Adler what his greatest fear is. Frank Adler's greatest fear is that he'll ruin his niece's life. Evans's greatest fear is having regrets.

"Like always kind of wanting to be there as opposed to here. I think I'm worried all of a sudden I'll get old and have regrets, realize that I've not cultivated enough of an appreciation for the now and surrendering to the present moment."

Evans's musings have something to do with the fact that he has been reading The Surrender Experiment. "It's about the basic notion that we are only in a good mood when things are going our way," he says. "The truth is, life is going to unfold as it's going to unfold regardless of your input. If you are an active participant in that awareness, life kind of washes over you, good or bad. You kind of become Teflon a little bit to the struggles that we self-inflict."

He continues: "Our conscious minds are very spread out. We worry about the past. We worry about the future. We label. And all of that stuff just makes us very separate. What I'm trying to do is just quiet it down. Put that brain down from time to time and hope those periods of quiet and stillness get longer. When you do that, what rises from the mist is a kind of surrendering. You're more connected as opposed to being separate. A lot of the questions about destiny or fate or purpose or any of that stuff—it's not like you get answers. You just realize you didn't need the questions."

This here—this stuff about surrendering, letting life unfold, taking the leap—this is why he wanted to go skydiving. It's why that sixteen-year-old took the leap and did the summer in New York; it's why he took the leap and turned down the nine-picture deal; it's why he got Dodger. Surrender. Take the leap.

And so I go first.

Oh, one important detail: Novice jumpers like Evans and me, we don't jump solo. Thank God. Each of us is doing a tandem jump. Each of us is strapped with our back to a professional jumper's front. I'm strapped to a forty-four-year-old dude named Paul. Considering what's about to happen, I figure I should know a little something about Paul. He tells me he used to own a bar in Chicago. Evans is strapped to a young woman named Sam, who looks to be twenty-something. She's got a purplish-pink streak in her black hair and says things like "badass." In fact, Sam introduced herself  by saying, "I'm Sam, but you can call me Badass."

At the plane's open door, my mind goes to my wife and two teenage sons, to those I love, and to the texts I just sent in case my chute fails. Then Paul and I—well, really mostly Paul—rock gently back and forth to build momentum to push away from the plane, to push away from all that seems sane.

Three.

Two.

One.

Holy fuck.

HOLY FUCK. This is what I scream as we free-fall from 12,500 feet, at more than a hundred miles an hour, toward the earth. Which I cannot take my eyes off of. I think about nothing. Not living. Not dying. Nothing. I simply feel . . . I have let go.

Suddenly, it all stops. I'm jerked up. Paul has pulled the chute, and it does indeed open. This is fantastic, because it means we have a much better chance of not dying. But it's also kind of a bummer. I had let go. Of everything. I had chosen to play those odds Evans had talked about. I had embraced jumping and letting life unfold.

Now I had been jerked back. I would land. Back on the earth I had been so high above and from which I had been so far removed. Back in all of it.

Once I'm on the ground, safe and in one piece, a staffer runs over and asks how I feel. I say, "I feel like Captain America."

The staffer runs over and asks Evans the same question. He says he feels great. Then he's asked another question: What was your favorite part?

"Jumping out," he says. "Jumping out is always a real thrill."

This article appears in the April '17 issue of Esquire.

#chris evans #esquire #here's the full article

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Summary:  ❝She was his oasis— a place where he could find safety and sustenance. 

Even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself, Kayna was his oasis, time after time, it was her that listened to him when he felt insecure, when he had doubts, when he had thoughts that haunted him, telling him that he wasn’t good enough, she was there for him. And when he least expected it, she became something more than just ‘the girl I have a thing for,’ she became his oasis, the place where he could find comfort.❞

↳ 5.879 words | content: fluff?lol  | pairing: Jimin x O/C | AU: none

authors note: inspired by the Bangtan Bomb from the SBS Music Awards Festival, + a rainy day while listening to one of the tracks used in his performance, I pictured the scenario in my head with my o/c that you’ll discover if you read. Also shout out to Jungkook’ s Spotify Playlist, because it helped me finish this. I hope you enjoy my first post here, and you can always say something to me. ily

Tagging @kimsshi & @shin-eunhyuk my children, as thanks for giving me the confidence to post this, and @seoulscapes for helping me with the minor errors and listening to me. ily  | photo cr.

O A S I S

Kayna’s mesmerized eyes witnessed something beautiful and elegant, almost as soft and graceful as the melody itself. ‘Pin-Up Girl’, the melody she drifted to sleep listening to, from the nights she would stare at the laptop screen while Jimin was practicing alone in the studio. It wasn’t very often the times they were able to have a conversation, especially at that time of the year where they (BTS) breathed awards shows. And it did affect their relationship at some point, but Kayna was not willing to let that ruin it. No, not the relationship she cherished most. It was the reason she woke up almost every day at different times, for weeks, sometimes months, just so she could send him a good morning message according to his timezone. So, she was not willing to let the lack of communication ruin that relationship.

Even if they were busy and couldn’t talk, it was more than enough to know that the other’s presence was in the room— to be able to see or hear the loved one despite the distance between them. So the new routine to call each other whenever they were alone was created.

Sometimes one was asleep, and all the other could hear was the soft moans escaping from the lips they hungered to taste. There were times like this one in particular, one would do their tasks while the other was graciously watching the other on the screen. Kayna would watch Jimin train by himself when he needed to. It was one of her favorite things to do; she says that he has an aura that she swears produces melodies whenever she is around him. She can hear it, his heart beat alongside with his own distinct melody, harmony, him.

While he trained for the SBS Music Awards Festival, Kayna was there, silently observing, with the purest smile of admiration and enjoyment while watching Jimin sway his limbs to the sweet melodic sound that was 'Pin-Up Girl’ by Nadanmusic. Sometimes she would fall at sleep while he trained till late at night. She enjoyed watching her boyfriend do what he loved, and the amount of happiness she felt when Jimin told her that he’d gotten her tickets to go to the SBS Awards was indescribable. Not because she would be able to see the awards itself -despite that being a memorable moment- but because she would be able to see him doing it live in front of an audience. She would be able to see him perform, see him in his purest form.

After traveling to the spot, Kayna was seated comfortably on her seat next to some other guests, most likely from other idols, in the venue. Some were press, and others seemed to be talk show presenters, but she didn’t mind them, she was focused on something else, rather, someone else, as her eyes searched the venue for the 7 boys she was familiar with. 

She was intricately dressed with a long dark blue dress, backless and strapped with a modest v cleavage, tiny sequins fading from the top to the bottom of the dress, a light makeup was applied that suited the event. She was confident and ready to enjoy the show, partially sad because she wouldn’t be able to sit next to him, but she understood and she didn’t mind. One of the rules in dating an international male idol was that her relationship was a state secret. Not even her friends or family could know about it, at least for the time being.

As soon as the lights all went down, her heart raced. She knew he would do the opening show stage, her eyes searched in the dark for the presence of someone in the stage to see nothing but shadows moving towards the center.

The familiar melody began playing and the lights went back up making it easier for her to search for faces. She counted 7 people in that section, 5 females and a couple of males. His silver hair stood out to her and by then her eyes were glued on him and when he began moving, that was when she knew that her previous thoughts were dead wrong. It was even more exciting than what she had imagined in her mind.

Jimin’s arms danced with the music, and every pirouette and twirl he performed seemed to make him as light and delicate as a feather, yet stern like the forces of nature. He was graciously beautiful, he was mesmerizing, and just like that, what seemed a brief second after he began dancing the music had stopped and the attention was turned to meet another group, and they began moving their bodies to an upbeat song.

Kayna didn’t expect Jimin and his group to come back on stage with an upbeat song, but when both groups reunited on the center of the stages with a mix of colors and genders, a bright smile was spread across her lips. When he began dancing once again, he blew her mind away. Jimin truly was an exceptional dancer, he moved as strict as he could as he followed the beat of the song, both graciously and firm and it all looked perfect to her. Her eyes never leaving his presence as the familiar song played. She wondered if he knew that she was hypnotized to him right now. Did he know that that stage seemed to be empty and that he was the only one on there? Probably not, but she was happy enough to feel that way.

And just like the first time, in what felt a short amount of time, the first performance was over. The lights went back to black, a cloud of noises with cheers and screams from people that seemed to enjoy it as much as she did was created.

As the show occurred, Kayna enjoyed every bit of it, singing along the songs she knew and cheering for the artists she loved as well, especially when BTS went on stage. She cheered for the boys she loved, one in particular, but no one needed to know about that. By end of the show, she got out of the venue and went straight to the hotel she was staying in for the night. That, not so coincidentally, was the same hotel that BTS was staying in, she knew that it would take a while until Jimin and the boys could go to the hotel. It was not the first time she went to an event he attended and “coincidentally” stayed in the same hotel as them, so she knew the drill.

Kayna had just finished taking a long shower, washing away all the tiredness her body felt after the long hours she spent in the venue both waiting for the show to start and after it ended to leave. She exited the bathroom with the hotel towel wrapped around her body, tucked under her arms. She moved towards the bed where her suitcase was placed, and after spreading the items on the bed she pondered on whether she should use the tea rose lingerie she had bought that came with a night dress, a beautiful silk one by the way, or stick to the loyal sapphire night robe Jimin had offered her instead.

After her skin care routine, from the fragranced body lotion and the sweet Victoria Secret Body Mist to the face creams and lip balm, a routine that took almost 30 minutes. Given the fact that she took her time, it’s been 1 hour in a half since she left the venue where the show occurred and she believed Jimin left it around an hour after her, she decided to wear the silky tea rose night dress. It would match her lingerie even though she knew she probably wouldn’t need to show it off tonight. Jimin would be tired from the training and the event itself, even she was tired and she didn’t train as much as him. But she always liked to look good for him even if they wouldn’t get intimate.

Someone knocked on the door a couple of times, and the sound was loud enough to stir Kayna in her sleep. She pondered, Jimin had the room’s key, so she brushed it off and tried to drift back to sleep thinking that maybe it was a mistake, but shortly after another knock was heard on the door followed by a low whisper of what she thought to be her name.

She got up and called for her lover’s name once, and after a confirmation, her lips curved up as she clumsily rushed out of bed almost tripping on the sheets and stopping right in front of the door. As she paused for a moment and took a deep breath, quickly trying to fix her hair, she slowly opened the door to confirm it was indeed the love of her life and she saw the smile he had on his lips that matched hers.

Jimin’s arms automatically wrapped around Kayna’s waist pulling her up into the warmest and unwieldy hug he could manage, stepping inside the room and shutting the door behind him. They both stood there, for a few seconds before she pulls back and crashes their lips together into the warmest kiss they’ve felt in a long time. So many nights were spent thinking about each other’s lips, picturing each other’s scents, each other’s presence, and the moment finally came.

“…Hi.” Jimin softly whispered after breaking the kiss they shared, and with a short giggle from Kayna’s lips, he laughed again.

“Hi baby.” She smiled at him, trying to get loose from his grip. He lowered her to the ground and her arms automatically wrapped around his neck, not wanting to lose the closeness they shared.

“I missed you.” His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. Just to let her know that he didn’t want to loose the proximity with her too. Her body felt warm against his skin, and that familiar warmth was something that he longed for almost 2 months now. He missed her body against his, the soft touch of her lips on his, her scent… he missed her. By now he could tell the entire room smelled like candy and flowers, both of which he guessed came from her shower essentials and her beauty products. He knew she would do whatever it was in her power to smell and look her best when she’d meet him. That’s something that hasn’t change, no, not for the total of 16 months they’ve been together. She would always do the impossible to be more than presentable for him even when he had told her that she didn’t need to she’d insist on it.

“I missed you more.” She replied with a grin on her lips. Jimin could never get tired of staring at her. He always found her so beautiful yet different— unique. Her smile gave him butterflies every time he stared. Every. Single. Time. And he’d never complain. Even in a hundred years, he’d never complain how good her smile is for him.

He crouched in front of her, one arm moving a couple inches up from her waist, while the other reached behind her knees to lift her into his lap. Gaining a screech from the young girl as she was caught by surprise, wrapping her arms around his neck even tighter now.

“What are you doing, you idiot!” She laughed out loud, a sound Jimin considered the most beautiful ballad. He swore once that if he would ever find himself in a coma and Kayna laughed, a laugh caused by pure happiness, he would wake up because it ain’t no way he would miss such a beautiful sight. He did get hit a couple of times for mentioning him being in a coma but gained a well-deserved kiss from the praise. And maybe something else, but that’s not what matters right now.

“I am taking you to the bed and I’ll appreciate your beauty while lying on it. Because I’m tired.” He answered her while walking towards the bed. The hotel room wasn’t that big, it had a Queen-sized bed in the center of it and a long couch by the left corner. The bathroom was on the right side of the bed where you could also find the closet with mirror-covered doors that he saw their reflection and stopped in front of it.

“That’s a nice sight,” He remarked as he raised Kayna enough to gain another screech from her as he placed her over his left shoulder with some effort, letting her bottom face the mirror and exposing her tea rose panties.

“Now tell me, is there a particular reason you wore these today?” He asked as his hands reached the hem the panties and snapped it against her sides. “And why you’re not wearing any shorts?”

“Don’t do that!” Kayna scrunched while grabbing his waist for support. “And put me down, you know I’m scared of this! Jimin!” She continued with her eyes shut, hugging him tightly.

“You know I won’t let you fall, babe. Don’t you trust me?” He smirked, knowing the answer already. He’d do that all the time— ask her if she trusted him. He’d use it as an excuse to do things that she doubted would work or that scared her, but after the question, she’d let him do as he pleased.

“Jimin, you know I trust you, just-” Her grip had gotten tighter and he knew she was almost at her limit. He moved towards the bed and kindly laid her on it, as she loosened her grip on him. He saw that her eyes were still shut and her face still scrunched in fear. He lowered himself and kissed her lips softly, making her loosen her tight expression.

“I hate you…” She whispered against his lips as he replied with another soft kiss.

“Are you sure you hate me?” He gave her a soft smirk then followed to kiss her neck sweetly. “Cause I don’t think someone that hates me-” He kissed her neck again, releasing a soft giggle from her. “-would have such a beautiful laugh,” He placed another wet kiss on the spot, “-to me kissing her.”

Kayna’s hands moved to cup his face and pull him into a proper kiss. A slow one with so much care and sentiment that Jimin had to place his arms on the bed for support because he knew they’d stay like that for a while, and they did. As the kiss deepened and his tongue was now dancing along with hers at the sound of the slowest ballad, there was no rush, no burning desire, just the moment of being able to enjoy the tingling sensation their lips had on each other.

“I missed you so much.” Kayna whispered while their foreheads still touched and their breathing was almost like one. She breathed his scent into her lungs and felt herself feeling complete once again.

Jimin managed to finally crawl in bed and adjusting his body next to her. She did the same, and by now he noticed that the shirt she was wearing seemed familiar.

“Is that my shirt?” He giggled and reached for the hem to see the tag verifying that it was indeed his.

“I had a silk night dress on but I hated it. I mean it looked nice but it didn’t feel comfortable y’know?”

She made a face at him, and he still looked confused as to why was his shirt with her. So she continued, “Fine!” She gave up. “I brought your shirt to give it back, but then it reminded me of you, and it’s so much comfy than the night dress i bought. Plus, it still had your perfume on it. Sorry!”

She rolled her eyes faking annoyance.

“Does that mean that you haven’t wash it in almost 2 months?” His brow was quirked up in confusion.

She answered that she’d wash it— it was just that she stole his perfume and had sprayed it on the shirt to smell like him.

He laughed at the answer she gave him, and she still complained that it wasn’t the same.

“Well, you can take some dirty clothes from my suitcase, if you feel like it?” He suggested, receiving a hit in the shoulder by the curly-haired girl.

“Are you hungry? We should eat something,” She suggested, ignoring his previous question.

When he agreed, she grabbed the phone to order room service, succeeding right after.

“Do you wanna watch some TV while we wait? They said that it could take around 40 minutes.” She suggested again, this time reaching for the remote to turn the tv on but his arm stopped her.

Kayna turned to meet the eyes of the silver-haired man sitting next to her in the bed. She didn’t notice what he was wearing, it all happened so quick that she didn’t have the time. He had a pink T-shirt— something that isn’t exactly common for him to wear— and some shorts on.

It took her a while to see that it was the pink shirt she had offered him around 3 months ago, that caused her lips to curve up slightly. It caused her to remember the day she bought it.

Jimin told her he didn’t want it and that he would appreciate something black or blue, but she bought it just to get on his nerves. It was a plain Hugo boss pink shirt. She bought him 2, a light pink one and a hot pink one. He said that it won’t suit him, so he never wore it even when she asked but now he was wearing it.

“I missed you too, you know? I’ve worn both of them lately just to think about you whenever I look myself in the mirror.” He smiled at her and she thanked him for that. “I don’t want to watch TV,” He pulled her close, “I wanna be with you. And just… just be with you.”

Kayna always felt the need to fill the room with some noise or distraction whenever she was nervous, and right now she was. It has been almost 2 months since she last saw her boyfriend, and that placed her on edge. She didn’t know exactly how to cope. She always had that soft feel of a new relationship whenever she was with Jimin. It’s not like they see each other all the time. It’s always at least a week or two before they can see each other again. The longest it’s been was almost 3 months, and she thought during that time they might’ve ended their relationship. It had only been the beginning of their relationship but the way Jimin hugged her when he saw her again like he truly missed her, made her realize that this wasn’t an experiment anymore. It was an actual relationship that he was also willing to fight for despite the setbacks.

She agreed and laid back with him. And after a few minutes of admiration while he stroked her hair, curling it on his fingers, she broke the silence, catching his attention (as if it was possible to be more attentive than he already was).

“I loved your performance so much today,” She smiled, “You were… baby, you were amazing. When you were up there…” She shifted in bed to look at the beige ceiling with gold prints of flowers along it with a beautiful small chandelier in the center. She ran through her thoughts searching for words to describe her feelings, and her hands slowly intertwined fingers with Jimin’s without her even looking. “You were like, like smoke… that first performance, your body slid and twisted. Just like smoke… y-you know? It was so beautiful to watch, pleasing… yet just like the parting dust, it vanished too quickly.”

She looked almost sad for saying those words.

Kayna didn’t need to turn to know that Jimin’s eyes were glued to her right now. She just knew she had his entire attention. Jimin cared about what she thought especially regarding his performances.

“Then when you came back, and that song started-”

“You love that song,” He interrupted her with a soft laugh and she continued right after agreeing with him.

“-You know I do. I love that song so much. And you!!” She turned to face him, catching him by surprise. “You didn’t tell me you were gonna perform it.”

He said it was a surprise and she agreed, it was indeed a beautiful surprise.

Then she continued, “You did great! You danced like, like- like the wind? I don’t even know how to describe it!”

A small chuckle escaped his lips.

“I’m serious here! Baby, you did amazing, you were- you were just like the wind, strong and devastating, and like smoke, soft and… pleasing. Both in one. Get it?”

Jimin shyly smiled, covering his mouth with one hand. He then looked down at her hands, almost as if he was ashamed for what he was gonna say next, “ I’m-I’m unsatisfied…”

A few couple of seconds passed before Kayna spilled a soft ‘why’ and he continued explaining, “It’s just that… as expected, when we try to shorten and do things quickly there are many parts that are unsatisfactory.”

Seconds of silence followed again after his words. Kayna wasn’t exactly sure how to reply and she wanted to analyze his words carefully.

“Despite that since it is my first time showing that professionally, I’ll work harder next time.”

Kayna understood what he meant, it’s not that he felt like he wasn’t good, he just felt like he could do better. He criticized himself as an artist. And that was fine to do, but in her eyes, he had done the best job possible. He had done everything right yet he still felt like he didn’t, and that’s something she couldn’t have. She needed to assure him that he did great. He was almost perfect. And that was enough.

“Baby, look at me,” Her hand moved to lift his chin so they could both be at the same eye level, and she saw in his eyes what he meant- he was indeed unsatisfied, and she could see something close to shame in them, and yet she was completely confused.

How could a beautiful creature like him think that about himself?

“You were perfect, and I don’t say this just as- as your girlfriend.” She stuttered. Sometimes saying that out loud still sounded weird to her. The world still didn’t know about the fact that she and Jimin had been dating for a more than a year now.

For the past year, Kayna and Jimin had been struggling to keep in touch while he had the busiest schedule and she had her own life to take care off.

In the beginning, she still couldn’t believe he was infatuated with her- a simple girl that happened to cross his way a couple of times. He said it took him a lot of courage to approach her that day at the cafe right before she left. During a few weeks after work, Kayna would go to a cafe near the building he worked, and for some reason —that is still unknown to her. Park Jimin seemed to observe her almost every day, from a few stores high. He then began going to the cafe around the time she was there but she never noticed him until he made himself noticeable. From that moment on, with a lot of care and caution, their relationship progressed into friends. Before she knew it, she had a nervous Park Jimin at her doorstep at 2 am, telling her that for some reason —a reason he was yet to discover— his heart insisted on telling him that she was a trustworthy person and he couldn’t be without letting her know how much she made his heart skip a beat.

Yes, he won her heart like that… slowly entering it. And when she least expected, her heart was already wrapped by his soft and warm hugs whenever he needed an escape. (That wasn’t that often.) Kayna still wondered how they managed to keep things hidden for so long. No one, other than the 6 members of Bangtan and the superiors from Big Hit, knew about their relationship, and that’s how it’s supposed to be, that’s how they would keep it until they both decided it was time to reveal it all to the world.

“I’m saying this as someone that appreciates art, almost as much as you do- You did great. You were perfect to me, baby, and no one can ever convince me otherwise. You know why?” His eyes slowly shut in a smile, as he questioned her ‘why.’ “Because I know talent when I see it, and you,” She reached close to kiss the tip of his nose, “You, baby, you are pure talent, and you know it.”

A bright smile spread across her lips.

“Thank you… you know how much that means to me. You know how much you mean to me.” His arms moved without notice to pull her closer, and her eyes followed the dance, one that their bodies knew too well. Breathing in sync, legs intertwined, arms around waists, foreheads touching. Connected. They were both connect through something far much meaningful than just their bodies.

“I love you Jimin,” The soft sound escaped her lips, and to him, it sounded like a beg, but a beg for what? “I love you so much it hurts just to think that you may not know how much I love you, how you may not feel the love you deserve. But then again, you get love from your fans, from the boys… But I still feel like-” Kayna searched for words in her mind to describe what she meant, and the silence began bothering Jimin for once.

He asked her to continue the phrase, continue to elaborate her thoughts, and she did.

“I feel like I don’t show you that enough, I feel like I should let you know just how much I love you… You see, I feel that what I feel towards you is something more than just a mere connection.”

“How so?” He asked in pure curiosity. What did she mean by ‘more than just a mere connection’?

In response, Kayna sits up and pulls his tired body from the bed to follow her.

The young man complained and whined for a while before she made the cutest puppy dog face and threatened to not kiss him until the sun shines, and the silver haired boy most certainly did not want that so he sat up and got a reward kiss which spread a smile on his plump rosy lips.

Her hands grabbed his, and she began talking, and by now, Jimin didn’t know just how much these words would mean to him. “You know how I’m not good with words, right?”

They both agreed.

She did have some difficulty expressing herself, so she used something else in compensation — illustrations, examples, anything that would make it easy for her to pass on her thoughts. “So let’s just say that… that- that what you make me feel, it… it goes beyond just saying I love you. We’ve been together for a little over a year now and yet I feel like you are the best thing that happened to me.” Her smile was so genuine that Jimin couldn’t help but raise the corners of his lips as well, blushing. “When I see you entering the room, I can’t control the way my heart beats like a freaking drum, every single time, and when you smileee!” She rolled both her head and her eyes grew in astonishment, “Park Jimin, your smile gives me so much hope. It’s the most beautiful smile I’ve seen.” She cupped his face, preventing him from covering his own face as he blushed a hot pink tone. “If, may the devil be deaf right now, but if I ever go mute, just my eyes and smile would be enough for you to realize how much I love you. I’m positive of it.”

By now Jimin was releasing tiny laughs and beautiful eye smiles.

“Really? That’s how much you love me? You know you could always learn sign language to tell me how much you love me, right?” He corked up his eyebrows but was quickly shutting his eyes. Repetitive hits were deposited on his left side as Kayna complained about him ruining a beautiful romantic moment.

“Ah- St-Stop! I’m sorry! Hey! At least I’d learn how to speak sign language for you!” He replied through the blows.

“That’s not funny! I mean thank you, that’s sweet, but let’s just hope that doesn’t happen.”

“What if you get your arms chopped off for some unimaginable reason?”

Kayna’s eyebrows were almost touching because she could not understand where that level of morbidness was coming from. Jimin received another set of hits on his left arm that was probably feeling sore by now.

“Are you saying that I might become armless? Why not chop my legs too?”

“That,“ He paused "could also happen.”

By now Jimin was covering his face, Kayna had grabbed the pillow set and aggressively began hitting Jimin with it nonstop. That boy could always ruin those sweet moments.

In time, Kayna realized that it could be the fact that it made him feel overwhelmed with emotions, so he always found a way to make the subject lighter and put away all the attention on him. She knew he was paying attention, listening, and understanding, he just had a little trouble being the center of it.

After several minutes of a young lady violently attacking him with the pillow set, and laughter filling the room. A couple feathers escaped from the pillowcase, landing on both their faces and hair, getting tangled between their beautiful locks. Jimin then grabbed Kayna’s arms, throwing the pillows to the ground.

He managed to pin her against the mattress, sitting on top of her while tiny feathers still fly across the room slowly finding their way to any surface. One tiny little white one falls gently landed on Kayna’s lower lip. The contrast between the coral-pink and the white made his mouth feel dry, he hungered for them once again. He moved one of his hands from the wrists he held, to take the delicate feather from the lips he craved to taste. Her eyes followed every move he made, slowly, carefully as he appreciated what was in front of him.

Kayna’s hair was spread across the bed, her bun was messily undone, shades of brown from the lightest to the darkest decorate the white sheets. It almost matched her beautiful skin tone, and her doe eyes had that sparkle he saw since the first time he laid eyes on her. She was beautiful to him. Exotic, unique.

When he moved to close the distance between them, she spoke, “Even if I was blind, and deaf, and had no arms and legs….” He stared at her, waiting for the end of the sentence while their eyes focused on each other, trying to read what they had to say. “Even if I died, I believe my love for you would still be felt. Because I know, I know it is stronger than that. You are the only man I want to be with. The most beautiful person I know, both inside and outside, and there’s no one that could ever make me feel the way you do.”

By now Kayna could see something in Jimin’s eyes, something she hasn’t seen before, and she wondered what it was. What was it that she hasn’t seen it yet?

A tear was able to escape Jimin’s eyes as he looked down at her. It fell and landed on her cheek. A smile was spread across his lips, and unlike Kayna, he knew what he was feeling… Fear.

For the first time since they’ve been together, Jimin felt fear. Fear of losing her. How could he ever lose such an amazing woman? How could he ever even think of letting her get away? The answer is he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. She was his oasis— a place where he could find safety and sustenance.

Even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself, Kayna was his oasis, time after time, it was her that listened to him when he felt insecure, when he had doubts, when he had thoughts that haunted him, telling him that he wasn’t good enough, she was there for him. And when he least expected it, she became something more than just ‘the girl I have a thing for,’ she became his oasis, the place where he could find comfort.

His hand moved to wipe the tear that landed on her cheek, he lowered his lips and sealed another chaste kiss on her lips. “I’d be a fool if I ever let go of you…” He whispered and gained a smile from his loved one.

Kayna’s arms wrap around him, letting him collapse on top of her. His head buried in the crook of her neck accepting her warmth with all the love she could deliver.

“I’d be the fool if I allow you to let me go. We’ll make it through no matter what. Right?”

To this, Jimin thought back to the words she had once sent him, on a postcard when they completed 6 months together. After the dinner, for the first time, she said it in person: “I love you.” Her trust issues were behind her when she decided to give herself to Jimin. After he dropped her home, she gave him a box and told him to open only when he got home. He agreed and they shared a kiss goodbye.

When he got home, he anxiously opened it and saw a handmade doll that looked like him with brown hair, a pink shirt, and ripped black jeans. A tiny heart was sewed on the right foot and next to it their initials, ‘J & K.’

After that, he noticed the postcard with the distinct trade of her hometown, that said the words he began reciting once again:

“Love is like a river, it flows around rocks, adapts itself to valleys and mountains.” Kayna now joined him to complete the quote she once wrote, their voices together, “Never ending as it flows, but gets greater with time.”

They both hugged each other with a strength that wasn’t even necessary, and that moment felt clear, perfect, the sound of their breathing and heartbeats were the only thing that seemed to exist in the world.

Jimin whispered a soft ‘thank you’ and before Kayna could answer.

There was a knock on the door, followed by the words ‘Room Service’ that cracked a soft laugh from both of them.

“Nothing to make this more romantic than food, wouldn’t you agree?” Jimin laughed, and he moved to the side to let Kayna get up and go answer the door.

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