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slytherheign · 8 months

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COWBOY LIKE ME | daniel ricciardo

A BONUS PART OF BROKEN GLASS AND HONEY SERIES.

CAN ALSO BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT.

PAIRINGS: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader, slight max verstappen x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

SUMMARY: daniel knows what he’s doing is wrong and he’s aware that he’s not supposed to feel what he’s feeling. dancing is a dangerous game, but he believes in taking chances.

WARNINGS: cursing/swearing, mention of depression, feelings of guilt, falling in love really fast, and pressures from expectations. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 16+]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by taylor swift’s song with the same title. enjoy the second bonus part of the series! this is the last part until i release parts iii and iv which will include reader’s choice between danny and max.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

Chances.

Daniel always believed in taking chances.

Life had a peculiar way of playing its hand, presenting people with unexpected opportunities and challenges that were impossible to resist. Never had he ever thought that clicking a simple follow button on a social media app would change the trajectory of his life.

It started with simple curiosity, a want to know who was the person behind his friend’s tears. There was an anger within him directed at you, purely out of concern for one of his closest friends. But at the same time, there was also a desire within him, purely because of the things Max had told him about you.

Then came the moment you accepted his follow request. And little did he know, that the moment he saw your pictures, his entire world was about to be turned upside down.

He clicked on the first image. It was a candid shot of you caught in a moment of pure joy. Your laughter radiated from the screen, reaching out to him like a siren's song. Your smile was captivating. It was as if you already knew the depths of his soul, without having even met him personally.

He clicked another image. This time, it was a picture of you that captured your intense gaze. Your eyes seemed to pierce through the pixels, locking with his own. Your eyes held secrets, mysteries that he yearned to unravel. With just a glance, you pulled him into your world. It was irresistible, intoxicating even. How could someone he had never met evoke such strong emotions within him?

It would be such a pleasure for him to take your pictures. At that moment, he knew his camera had another purpose—to capture your face.

As he scrolled through the pictures, his expressions changed, reflecting a wide range of emotions—from longing to desire, to hesitance and guilt.

He knew what he was doing was wrong. He was not supposed to feel something. This infatuation was wrong, it was forbidden. He was crossing a line by allowing his imagination to run wild just by looking at your pictures.

He should have stopped.

But instead, he kept going.

There was something inexplicable about the human heart, how it could lead people astray, defying logic and reason. He had always believed in loyalty, in the unspoken bond that existed between friends. But his heart was entangled in a web of emotions, where right and wrong blurred... where love and friendship battled.

He had heard stories about you, had heard Max talking with you on the phone, and had watched Max laugh at something you said on the phone. From then on, there was a constant itch in his brain to know more about who you were. And now that he knew your face, the more he knew about you, the more the itch got scratched.

Suddenly, you weren't someone he wanted, you were someone he needed.

Love, as they said, was a dangerous game, a rollercoaster of emotion and vulnerability. But what if he were to defy those warnings and take a chance?

He knew it was a gamble, but some risks were worth taking, especially when the reward could be an extraordinary connection. So, he decided to do something bold, something that would bring you closer to him, even if it seemed a bit unconventional.

He sent you a message.

And to his surprise, you replied back.

He suggested a friendly meetup, one that you unfortunately rejected. “Not right now,” you responded to him.

He stopped right after that, respecting your decision and thinking of ways he could stop his ever-beating heart. Life had shown him a sign, in the clearest way possible, that he should not continue what he was doing.

But wait…

“Not right now.” did not mean “No.”

“Not right now.” did not mean “Never.”

There was still a chance.

And he believed in taking chances.

He was driving around, trying to clear his mind. It was the summer break and he had just met up with a friend of his who lived in Menton. He saw a tennis court covered up with some tent-like thing. Something inside him told him to stop and park his car near it, so he followed his guts.

He had no business going inside, but he did.

There wasn’t anyone around but there were tables with chairs perched above them. He turned around, heading towards the door to leave. But a voice stopped him.

“If you’re here for the party, it ended hours ago.”

He turned around.

It was there, amidst the tidied-up tables and chairs, that he saw you—the person who shattered his guarded heart and ignited a fire within him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, looking at the glass of wine you held in your hand instead of him.

“In Menton or in this place?” he asked, walking closer.

“Both.”

“I visited a friend,” he started. “Then I stumbled upon this place, got curious, and went in.”

You hummed in response. “Well, if you’re wondering, I’m here because I organized a party for a friend. They already left and I chose to stay behind.”

“Who would want a party in a tennis court covered up with a tent?”

“I asked her that same question,” you laughed. “But she really wanted it to happen here.”

He couldn't describe it, but there was an undeniable connection he felt. The way you carried yourself, the way you laughed—you emanated a kind of warmth that was contagious. It was as if you held the key to a world he had yet to discover.

“If you want me to leave, I can,” he said after a moment of silence.

You thought hard about what you should answer.

“You can stay,” you told him, taking a chair from above one of the tables and sitting on it. “I-uhh, I actually need company.”

He smiled widely like a kid in a candy shop, thankfully, you didn’t see it.

The silence that surrounded the two of you was deafening. But he had tricks up his sleeve. Daniel noticed a speaker and connected it to his phone, playing a song he once heard in a romantic movie.

He held out his hand in front of you, asking you to dance.

"Dancing is a dangerous game," you said, shaking your head. It was not because you didn’t want to dance that moment, but because you knew that if you were to take his hand, you would dance to a different song—a song of new beginnings, a song of love. And you weren’t sure if you were ready for that just yet.

In his head, Daniel agreed. It was, indeed, a dangerous game he was playing. He never wanted love before, he just wanted a fancy car. Love was never his focus. So, why was he focusing on it now?

He took a chair as well, sitting beside you.

“Does your family live here?” he asked.

“No, only me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, they’re in Monaco. That’s where we actually live. I just moved here.”

“Do you mind me asking why?”

“No, I don’t mind,” you replied. “It’s just uhh—we have a family business, I’m meant to inherit it someday and there’s a lot of pressure. They criticize every move I make and I do my best to do what they want me to do but sometimes I just can’t,” you sipped from your wine glass. “Moving here lessened that pressure because I’m not constantly around them.”

“I kind of know what that feels like,” he said. “There’s an immense amount of pressure in Formula 1 when you’re a driver. I remember last year I drove for McLaren, I wasn’t performing what they expected me to perform. Trust me, I tried so hard to do what they wanted me to do, but it was so hard when you had better competitors and you didn’t have the best car. In the end, they paid me to end my contract—which was like a slap on my face because that meant they didn’t want me anymore and they saw me as the problem. I got depressed about it, especially knowing I didn’t have a seat this year. And when I moved back to Red Bull as their reserve driver, the pressure was less.”

“Sometimes, the solution is moving away from the problem,” you whispered, placing the glass in your hand atop the table.

“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed.

It took one to know one.

You were a cowboy just like him.

Trying your absolute best to do what the rich folks wanted you to do.

“So, you still want to dance?” you asked him, standing up and offering your hand in front of him.

He accepted it, standing up as well.

“Change the song, this one is too sad,” you chuckled.

“What song do you want me to play?”

“Play some country playlist,” you shrugged. “That usually lightens up my mood.”

He did what you asked him to do before following you into the middle where there was a space specifically made for dancing.

Finally, for the first time, you looked at his eyes.

And you smiled.

From the moment your eyes met, it was as if the universe conspired to bring you together. There was an undeniable connection. In your presence, time stood still, and everything else faded into insignificance. You danced, you laughed, you talked, and in those moments, he felt an intimacy that he had longed for but never truly experienced.

It took one to know one.

You were a bandit just like him.

Eyes full of stars, hustling for the good life.

Who would've thought a simple visit to a friend would lead to this?

He never thought he'd meet you here.

There was something about you, something special that set you apart. It was like a magnetic force drawing him in, compelling him to explore what was beyond your radiant smile.

Love was rarely straightforward. It came with its fair share of complications and sacrifices. The world around him saw love's mere existence as a gamble, a dangerous bet that could risk everything a person held dear. Society's judgments and expectations loomed like an ominous cloud, reminding him of the forbidden territory he was about to step foot into. Yet, he couldn't deny the emotions that coursed through his veins.

It started innocently, the way it always did, with shared moments of laughter and understanding. He connected with you effortlessly as if your souls had danced together in another life. He couldn't help but fall... fall into the depths of your gaze, the warmth of your smile, and the magnetism of your presence.

He knew what he felt was wrong. The undeniable affection—he shouldn't have even felt it in the first place.

He sometimes imagined what would have happened if Max hadn't slipped up that one drunken night, if Max hadn't revealed your name, and if Max hadn't told him how much his world was brighter because of you. Would he still be the same person he was before? The person who longed for a love he always knew he would never experience?

You were already illuminated by the light of your own love story. Your bond with Max was palpable, woven with shared dreams, secrets, and milestones. And yet, his heart yearned for yours, silently screaming every time Max mentioned you, accidentally or not.

Should he have denied these feelings, buried them deep within his soul? Should he have pretended that the heavens didn't conspire to intertwine his life with yours? How could something so divine be so morally forbidden? It was like standing at the edge of a precipice, torn between falling into the abyss or retreating in shame.

But love, love knew no bounds—it blinded even the most rational minds and shattered the invisible walls he had built around his heart. He wasn't proud of his feelings, yet here he was… falling more helplessly and recklessly in love each moment he spent with you. The very notion of it terrified him, but he couldn't deny what his heart whispered in the silent moments of the night.

The skeletons in both your closets plotted hard to fuck everything up.

But that was all before he locked it down.

The world might call him reckless, foolish even, but when he looked at you next to him, he felt an unwavering certainty. Yes, the future might hold challenges, uncertainty, and perhaps even heartbreak. But life was too short for him to deny the chance to experience a love so rare and extraordinary. He was willing to take that challenge, to navigate the uncharted territories of forbidden passion, for love was worth every risk.

Now, you hung from his lips like the Gardens of Babylon.

With your boots beneath his bed.

Love was a gamble and you were the greatest prize.

Now that he had you, he wasn't letting you go any sooner.

He always believed in taking chances.

So, that was what he did.

He took them.

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hunniebunnietarot · 2 years

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PAC: Relationship With Your Soulmate(+ more)(4)

Hey, I'm back to deliver this lovely reading:)) This will include a significant date that you might go on with this soulmate, and some extra messages. This is the last part of the soulmate series. It can be applied to the future, or a current relationship if you need confirmation. Thank you for the support and kindness up to this point. I hope you enjoy it and that it brings a little joy to your day/night!

*This reading is for entertainment purposes only, energies can change*

Pick a Disney couple

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Pile 1

In the beginning of the relationship you would be kind of unsure of this person, like in the image that you chose. They will be trying to get to know you, but something from your past is preventing you from being completely open to the new beginning. You would have your guard up, not really wanting to be receptive to this person and their advances. For some, I see you starting conflicts with this person or being kind of rude because you want them to go away and leave you alone. There will be a moment after one of these times that you finally realize that you get nothing out of blocking this person off(because they seem to be a relatively good person). You mull over the possibility of giving them a chance for a while, it could take a while actually(a few months). It will be hard, with a lot of inner conflict and temptations to go back to your old ways of being. Until, you find the strength to leave the past as it is, get rid of the unnecessary baggage, and venture into a new opportunity. This person will be a source of happiness for you and will possibly help you out of a dark period of your life. They could be more into spirituality than you, and bring you closer to whatever you believe in. While I was getting cards, they kept coming out in two, so it makes me think that you and this person could be stuck at the hip after you give them a chance lol. This may be important for you to hear: This person will not give up on you, even if you try to push them away(not in a creepy way or anything lol), they might have a very magnetic energy that is very charming to people. They will NOT resemble your bad past in any way, shape or form. The relationship will be very cute and pure in general and this person might be an upbeat, generally happy partner. They will go along with anything you want and be mostly agreeable.

Significant date: The date will be somewhere that doesn’t really have a lot of people. Maybe somewhere where learning takes place It might be a gathering somewhere, and you and your person go somewhere else alone to escape from the chaos. I wasn’t going to get into why this date is significant, but I'm seeing very clearly here that this will be the moment that you realize you’re in love with your person, or that they’re meant for you, or perhaps it will be the date where the first “I love you” takes place.

Random miscellaneous messages: You might talk about your future a lot with this person. You guys would like to play video games together. Like the princess and the frog, they are the person that comes after you kiss a few frogs. In denial about your feelings at first. Taurus. Swimming together. You love the way they smell. Cottage core. Bilingual(speaking spanish). Documenting everything. Purple.

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Pile 2

This relationship may come after a period of you isolating yourself, focusing on your studies or work. You may have quite a few people trying to get your attention when it comes to love, before the relationship with your soulmate begins. You could be having a hard time deciding who you want to be with out of those people, because you won’t really be focused on love at that particular time in your life. For some, the relationship might be an open one, because the energy is kind of difficult to pinpoint. The relationship will be abundant in love and will inspire you, though at some points there might be a bit of turbulent energy. Even though you have hard times, I don’t see either of you giving up on the other. You guys won’t just be romantic partners, but friends as well. This relationship teaches you to take chances and use your intuition more. There may not be a lot of time spent together because, as I said before, you might be heavily focused on school or work, just furthering yourself in life. So, the time that is spent together will be special for the both of you. There might be some people on the outside that don’t like seeing the two of you together, and could be kind of praying for you guys’ downfall. You and your person could spend a lot of time defending this connection(for future reference, you don’t have to prove anything to anyone).

Significant date: This date could be a very creativity focused one, like painting together, or taking a pottery class together(I just saw the scene from Ghost lol). It could be something that you wouldn’t think of for a date, like paintballing(Another movie reference, 10 things I hate about you..love that movie), or just something unique. Although, it’s still quite romantic. This date is important because it might give you insight on something in your life or you just find a great sense of comfort/peace in having that downtime with your special someone.

Random miscellaneous messages: Aries. Name starting with an ‘E’. Popular. Libra. Gloomy. Like a moth to a flame. Heartbroken. Friends to lovers. Back pain. White car. Mommy issues. Capricorn. A few friends. Deja vu. “I’m not sure how to approach you”.

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Pile 3

This will be an equal give and take relationship. It might be hard to balance work/school and the relationship with this soulmate. You and this person could have different backgrounds and have to work around balancing that. This might be a connection where you break up and then get back together(this will take some work). You and your person will go through a lot of stages in life together, because this will be a long term thing. There might even be a marriage that happens, and having a family together if that’s something that you want in the future. If not, you’ll definitely be together for a long time, and this relationship gives you so much life experience. It will be everything you wish for, essentially. This pile doesn’t have many specifics, but I'm mostly just seeing overwhelming happiness:)If you’re someone who really wants a family, this is definitely the group for you.

Significant date: This might be a date that is somewhere that you don’t live, like an overseas destination. It could be a part of a trip to some sort of island. You might be telling this person about some of the worries that you have and they give you a shoulder to lean on. This is significant because you will know that you can count on this person and that they will help you through anything.

Random miscellaneous messages: Tinder/Bumble/Hinge. Soulfood. Spiritual. Always late. Pisces. Hippie style. Losing things a lot. Childhood friend. Bisexual. Cat & mouse. Childhood crush. NYU. Intelligent. “You can’t afford to take me on a date?”.

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Pile 4

This relationship may start kind of quickly. You may meet at a place of worship/learning, or bond over shared beliefs. You or this person could be an artistic person. This person will help you with a passion that you have(creative, again), similar to a mentor. They could help you move into a place of stability, because they are more financially abundant than you and you will gain confidence from this. You guys will definitely explore together through travel. They could help you regain the passion that you had lost because of a difficult time financially in your life. Their intention is pure, they will do all of these things out of love, they expect nothing in return. Music could be significant, so one of you could definitely be into music or a musician. They will bring about a big shift in your life.

Significant date: This will definitely take place at nighttime, or during sunset. It might be something athletic and romantic, like horseback riding. This date will be a pivotal turning point in your life where your luck will increase…it’s all a part of your “destiny”. It holds a lot of importance because this person will encourage you to follow your dreams at a time where you don’t know which direction to take in life. They give you the courage to take a chance on yourself

Random miscellaneous messages: Southwestern Uni. Homecoming. 444. Has a sports car. Promise rings. “Our song”. Apologize. Wealthy. Speaking spanish. Injury. Sagittarius. Loves cats. 5’6. Aries. Moving fast.

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Fun fact about me: Steve is my fav from Stranger Things<3

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cassarilladraws · 1 year

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Let’s Give ‘Em Something To Talk About

Read it on Ao3 Ship: Lukadrien Words: 2472 (Complete/One Shot) Rating: T

Summary: Chat Noir and Viperion have been spending a lot more time together-- patrolling, talking, going out to eat, to the movies, out for ice cream. Adrien hadn't read too much into it, until rumors start to swirl about the two heroes dating. The moment he thinks more about it he comes to a realization that he's relating a lot to a song he'd heard in the past. If people want to talk well... Inspired and includes lyrics from Something To Talk About - Bonnie Raitt ////////////////////// Luka scrolled through his social media feeds. The speculation and rumors kept popping up. It was true that he and Chat Noir had been spending more time together. They would volunteer to team up for patrols, do interviews together after battles, and generally they were just seen together more often. It wasn’t a shift he had caused on purpose, but Luka loved being with Adrien as much as possible.

He’d known that Chat Noir was Adrien beneath the mask for months now and that only made him admire the hero more. He also knew that Adrien was aware that he was Viperion. It helped that they had both admitted the knowledge to each other, so they didn’t have to pretend not to know. Secret identities weren’t an issue for them. The time spent together lead to Luka falling for the blonde. It was a steady fall. Friendship that bloomed into something different within his own heart. So many times a confession was on the tip of his tongue. The problem was that he was really unsure if Adrien would feel the same way towards him. It led to a couple of awkward moments between them. A confession would begin only for Luka to quickly change the direction of his sentence midway.

If the looks on Chat Noir’s face were any indication, he found the sudden nervousness a little odd. But he never commented on those moments. Aside from those times, they were very comfortable with each other. In fact they’d go out together frequently to get ice cream or see a movie. Inside Luka’s mind he was screaming at the situation around him. Sure, friends could do those things. But he didn’t WANT to just be Adrien’s friend, he wanted to see how they would work out as a couple. Luka realized the rumors swirling about Viperion and Chat Noir dating were well founded. There had been no confession, but they had essentially been seen on dates several times. He looked at some of the pictures posted alongside the rumors. Heck, if he didn’t know any better he would have thought they were a couple too. He hadn’t realized that he and Chat Noir would sit so closely together, completely comfortable in each other’s space. The pure joy he could see in both of their faces as they laughed on a rooftop could be felt through the images. There was noticeable chemistry in every image. “People think we’re dating.” Luka looked up at Sass. He’d been a permanent holder of the snake Miraculous for a while now. “Well, I know that is something you would like.” The kwami said sympathetically. “But situations like these are complicated, yes?” “Yeah. They are.” Luka sighed. “It might be what I want but what if it’s not what Adrien wants?” ///////////////////////////////////////////////// Adrien lounged in bed scrolling through the very same rumors Luka had been looking at. He knew the two of them had been spending a lot more time together. It was time he’d come to cherish. But he hadn’t even noticed how close they had become. It was so natural and organic that it had crept up on him. He’d sit in bed after they hung out and fall asleep with a smile.

In his dreams their conversations would continue. Comfortable, happy, free, being with Luka made Adrien feel all of those things. But he hadn’t even thought about the idea that they could be a couple. He’d gotten over a previous crush months prior and wasn’t really looking for a relationship. And yet… He couldn’t help but laugh at himself. “What are you laughing at?” Plagg asked before gulping down another slice of cheese. “Can you date someone and not realize it?” “So, Luka huh?” Adrien just laughed some more. It was really obvious to anyone but him, wasn’t it? Everyone else could see it. He wondered if Luka did too. Something told him the other guy was more aware of what was happening between them. “Oh!” Adrien sat straight up in the bed. “A few times lately he was acting really nervous. He would be say things like ‘I know we’ve been spending more time together lately’ and then trail off or look away. I didn’t catch on. I’m such an idiot! I think he was trying to confess! Then I made him feel awkward because I hadn’t even thought about it. I just really love spending time with him and going to the movies and restaurants and out to get ice cream and watching the sunset with him.” Plagg laughed at his holder’s realization. “It definitely does sounds like you’re already dating.” “I didn’t expect it to happen like that!” Adrien admitted. “I thought I’d ask someone out, or maybe they would ask me, you know? Something official. Then we’d try going out on dates. But this just sort of… happened.” “And the whole world noticed before you did.” Plagg gave him a wicked grin. Adrien thought about it all. It was undeniable once he opened that door in his mind. He'd seen the pictures. Chat Noir looking at Viperion with admiration. It was so obvious. “Luka is so kind, caring, talented, compassionate, he’s fun to be around, he’s so understanding, and he’s handsome too.” He practically swooned and plopped back down into the bed closing his eyes as he fell. “I think I’m in love.” “Oh man, you’ve got it bad kid.” Plagg rolled his eyes at Adrien’s dramatics, but he was happy for his holder. Adrien’s green eyes popped open as the situation triggered a memory. “There’s an old song about something like this. I heard it on a random playlist once. Thought it was a fun concept for a song, but I didn’t know I’d wind up living it.” ////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Luka figured he and Adrien should probably at least acknowledge the rumors about them existed but he wasn’t quite sure how to bring it up. He was on his way to meet up with Chat Noir now, so maybe this was the time? When he got to their favorite rooftop meeting spot, Viperion saw a blanket spread out. There were a few pillows, a picnic basket, and a portable speaker. It looked very much like Chat Noir had set up a charming lunch date. But they had certainly had other outings together that would look like dates to anyone on the outside. Internally Luka was screaming. This whole situation was such a romantic gesture, it was undeniable. Surely, Adrien realized this? Luka knew he was a romantic, just as much as he himself was. But the guy had been isolated from others for much of his life, maybe it was just wishful thinking on Luka’s part. “This is really nice.” Viperion sat down beside him. “It’s all for you.” Chat Noir said in a soft voice. That was much to blatant for Viperion to ignore. He swallowed hard and felt the blood rush to his cheeks. “Oh? Well- I— Thank you.” Where was Adrien going with all of this? The blonde laughed nervously. “I should just cut to the chase.” Viperion tilted his head. “I’m sure you’ve seen the rumors about us.” “Yeah, I’ve seen them. People really shouldn’t just assume things.” Chat Noir nodded in amusement. “They definitely shouldn’t, but I saw the pictures too… and I can’t blame them for thinking that way. I really love spending time with you. Getting to know you better over the past few months has been incredible. You’re an amazing person.” Viperion’s blush deepened. “Thank you, you’re pretty amazing yourself. I love spending time with you too.” Was this the part where Adrien added the ‘but?’ Was this when he asked that they clear up the rumors? To do some interview or post somewhere explain that they are just really good friends? Luka’s heart wanted to hope otherwise. He just wanted to be with Adrien. But he couldn’t make the other guy fall in love with him. Maybe this whole rooftop setup was just Adrien realizing Luka’s feelings and letting him down gently. Adrien was so kindhearted, he’d never purposefully hurt him. “There’s a song I’d like you to listen to.” Chat Noir said and pulled out his baton to play it over the speaker. “I heard it a long time ago, but didn’t know I’d wind up living the song.” Viperion raised an eyebrow at that. He wasn’t expecting this sort of shift. They shared songs often, both being musicians and music enthusiasts, but something about this was different. As the song began Luka felt it sounded familiar. A tune his mom might have played on the boat when he was a child. Adrien had eclectic taste but the sound wasn’t one he necessarily expected. “Just… listen to the lyrics. You’ll see what I mean.” Chat Noir said rubbing the back of his neck nervously as the song began to play. People are talking, talking 'bout people I hear them whisper, you won't believe it They think we're lovers kept under cover I'll just ignore it, but they keep saying We laugh just a little too loud Stand just a little too close We stare just a little too long Maybe they're seeing something we don't, darlin' Viperion’s eyes grew wider as the lyrics continued. Chat Noir was telling him how he felt about the rumors through those words, but he was suggesting something very different than denying them. A black, gloved hand reached out to him and Viperion took it.

Let's give 'em something to talk about Let's give 'em something to talk about “Well, I wouldn’t mind that at all.” Viperion hurried the words in that confirmed his own feelings as Chat Noir shot him a familiar smirk and pulled him to his feet. Viperion couldn’t help but laugh. Adrien wasn’t afraid to be bold once he realized how he felt and especially knowing Luka felt the same way. Chat Noir led Viperion into an impromptu dance.

Let's give 'em something to talk about How about love? The next verse came in and Chat Noir sung along as he confessed through the lyrics with dramatic gestures.

“I feel so foolish, I never noticed You'd act so nervous Could you be falling for me? It took a rumor to make me wonder Now I'm convinced I'm going under Thinking 'bout you everyday Dreaming 'bout you every night I'm hoping that you feel the same way” “I think that’s pretty obvious.” Viperion interjected. Chat Noir’s face lit up even more and he continued singing. “Now that we know it, let's really show it, darlin’! Let's give 'em something to talk about A little mystery to figure out, babe” Viperion had caught onto the familiar lyrics of the chorus and joined in on the singing.

“Let's give 'em something to talk about How about love, love, love?” The song continued with a long fade out and both of them dissolved into a fit of laughter. It was relief and joy and embracing their chemistry. Sure, maybe it was a little over the top, but so were they. It felt right and was certainly a memory they would cherish. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.” Chat Noir said. “I’ve just been so happy to spend time with you and love our conversations. I mean, good grief! We’ve basically been dating for at least a month now.”

“Yeah…” Viperion agreed. “I tried to confess to you a few times, but I liked what we had and didn’t want to mess it up if you didn’t feel the same way I did.” “It just kind of happened didn't it? At least for me.” Chat Noir mused. “Not like a crush out of the blue one day. Subtle shifts over time. So subtle, I didn’t even realize just how far I’d fallen for you. It was such a natural progression. Being with you… it feels…”

“Like it’s meant to be?” Viperion offered.

“Yeah, exactly!” Chat Noir laughed at his own expense. “All it took was a bunch of random strangers pointing it out for me to see it clearly.”

“You would have gotten there eventually.” “Right, you don’t have to deny it I can be naive at times.”

Viperion didn’t bother denying it any further, just smiling in amusement instead. “That’s what I thought.” Chat Noir grabbed one of Viperion’s hands and kissed the back of it. “Would it be too much to say that I love you?”

“No.” Viperion leaned in closer. “Because I love you too.” Chat Noir closed the distance further with a quiet laugh. “That’s good because this whole thing with the song and all would have been really awkward if you didn’t.”

“True.” Viperion nodded with a smile continuing to lean in so their foreheads touched. “You said we should give them something to talk about. What about if they catch us kissing? That would certainly give them something.” “It would, wouldn’t it?” Chat Noir pulled back a bit before turning his head and pressing his lips into Viperion’s who returned the kiss with enthusiasm. It was a sweet first kiss, not too long, but a promise of more to come. After they pulled away from each other Viperion looked around. “What is it?” Chat asked. He shrugged. “Well, no one was around to see that.” “And?”

Viperion narrowed his eyes and smirked. “I guess we’ll have to do that more often, if we want people to talk.”

“Ah yes, somehow I’m completely okay with this plan.” Chat Noir leaned in again and gave Viperion a quick peck on the lips. Then he lead him back towards the picnic he’d set up. “This isn’t just for the aesthetic, you know. There is actually food in the basket.”

“It does look nice though.” Viperion commented appreciating the time put into putting it together.

Chat Noir’s eyes lit up. “Let’s take a photo with it.” “Oh absolutely!”

They took a selfie together and Chat Noir used his baton to post the photo. He typed the caption in with Viperion looking over his shoulder. It simply said “Lunch date.” After posting he tucked the baton away and they enjoyed the sandwiches, drinks and pastries that the basket held. They talked well into the evening, ending in a kiss good night. ////////////////////////////// When Adrien got back home he checked the post he had made on his official Chat Noir account. He couldn’t say that he hadn’t expected it to blow up with the rumors already going about their possible relationship, but still, even for him that was a lot of comments and likes.

None of the comments meant as much to him as the one from Viperion himself.

“Guess we gave them something to talk about.😘”

Adrien smiled.

Let the people talk. He was happy, in love, and not afraid to let the world know it.

#Lukadrien #Adrien Agreste #Luka Couffaine #Miraculous #Miraculous fanfic #Chat Noir #Viperion #Adrien and Luka #Cassarilla writes

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Tell us about your favourite Twisted Wonderland characters (one per dorm).

"One per dorm" you say...🤣Yeah ok, I definitely need that parameter, lol.

Alright, this is gonna be a long one so buckle in:

Heartslaybul:

This one would have to be Deuce Spade. I can't help it, he just has such dumb of ass, pure of heart energy and I very much adore that. Plus, his whole "moody bad-boy" image is...well, it's in direct contrast with his Actual Personality. Yeah, he gets in fights, and he references having been a troublemaker, but something tells me he was more on the side of being misunderstood in his intentions. Especially every time he mentions wanting to send money home to help his mother. Also I love that his first spell he learns is How To Summon a Cauldron. Because I get great joy from tropes where a character has One (1) Seemingly Useless or Very Specific Spell That Is Not Combat-Oriented In The Slightest that they make work for a variety of scenarios, including combat. He gives me Rin Okumura vibes, and, as you probably could guess, I can't help but want to adopt him. Bam. Done. He's my Son.

Savanaclaw:

For Savanaclaw, this may come as a shock to you...I like Ruggie the best. He has this Trickster attitude that I adore; sassy and sarcastic and absolutely sneaky and devious. But he also has more than that. He has an entire family back home who aren't very well-off financially, so it's no wonder he's constantly taking every opportunity to make money. At the winter break it even shows that he is trying to bring back as much food from the cafeteria as he can so he can feed his family at home and they can have a fun celebration too without having to worry about their next meal. I also really identify with the way he looks after Leona. It shows that Ruggie has lots of little siblings that he looks after. I have younger siblings and I definitely had to watch out for them when they were growing up. And then, even when Leona overblotted and hurt him, Ruggie stayed by him and stayed loyal, stayed friends, and gave Leona another shot. He totally could've said "fuck this noise, I'm out", which is something I think people often expect from anti-hero characters similar to Ruggie, but he didn't. He faced death for Leona and I think that says more about how much he cares about his friends than any of his snarky remarks or nagging toward Leona ever did. Also, I like to imagine that for the next month and a half Leona is totally at Ruggie's beck and call, because all he has to do when Leona grumbles is go "Oh, are you, the great Leona, tired? Are you...in pain? Hmmm? Do you know what it's like to almost die because your best friend decided to use his signature spell on you and tried to turn you to dust?" I just want that to be how he gets Leona to go to classes for like a month after the incident lol.

Octavinelle:

FLOYD. NO CONTEST. NO HESITATION. FLOYD LEECH. I'm sorry, Azul, Jade...I just can't deny it. Floyd has my heart. He somehow wormed his way into my heart and set up camp and I can't deny he is my favourite. He's just such a wild card, a loose cannon. I love it. My boy. He's also the one I ship with Yuu. :D I just love his attitude, how he sticks to his own way, he doesn't let anyone else make him change how he is. Frustrating as heck to deal with, I am sure, but to watch? Oh, it is sooo entertaining. I love it. I also love how there's only a handful of people who can get through to him, and that is Azul, Jade, and now, sort of, Yuu. Floyd just loves his Shrimpy and wants to squeeze them. Hehehe. Also, his merman form is Very Handsome. Idk, it's something about the way he smiles too, it's just entirely endearing to me.

Scarabia:

This was a tough one. It's not that I really have a favourite in Scarabia. I really like both Jamil and Kalim for different reasons. If I had to choose one I think I would get along with more...honestly it would probably be Jamil. I've said this before, but I've also had a lot of issues with expectations and rules and being put into a role I didn't ask for and having to make exceptions for others and anticipate their needs rather than letting them tell me what they needed. In that way, I see a lot of myself in Jamil. I immediately knew what his frustration was when I started playing book four, and that's why it took me so long. I actually had to take a lot of breaks because, while I wanted the story and have lots of fun playing Twisted Wonderland, book four was very triggering for my anxiety. I may be at a point in my life where I can recognize what was wrong in the past and what I need to work on, but I am by no means over it and unaffected by the memory. So, I think being around Kalim, while it would be enjoyable and I would absolutely adore him, would probably be a bit more taxing on me mentally and emotionally than it would for me to be around Jamil. And that is why I will mark Jamil as my favourite, though I really do like both of them very much.

Pomefiore:

It's Epel Felmier. I am drawn to the way his personality doesn't match his outward appearance. I really like that about him, it's like a surprise sucker punch that he can really weaponize once he figures it out a bit more. I also like the character growth he goes through and how he realizes that there's more to strength than just being able to fight, that there's different ways to be strong and win in life. I love that. And I really identify with the feeling of 'my body doesn't match who I want to be'. As a child, and even sometimes still, I really had a struggle with understanding what I actually looked like. I had an idea in my mind of how I looked and I remember how blatantly thrown off I was when I would look in the mirror. I felt I had to act certain ways because of my body type, that I was expected to be more masculine and tough because I was bigger than my sister and some of my friends. As I got older, it became the opposite. I didn't want to be seen as masculine at all, I hated it, so I tried overly hard with make up, wore very feminine clothes, squeezed my butt into skinny jeans that made indents in my stomach and cut into my hips, and consistently worried about my face and hair throughout the day. Then, I hit a burnout and stopped caring. Still recovering, but I'm learning to love and embrace the body I have and to work with what I have instead of longing for what I don't, and that I can be big and still be feminine, just in a different way. And I think that is something that makes me very similar to Epel.

Also I wanna hear Epel talking all dainty to some poor soul who doesn't know him and then he stubs his toe and screams "FUCK". I just think that would be funny :D

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud. Again, no contest. I love Ortho to pieces, but Idia is MY BOY. I love him so much. My introverted boy. The one I laid eyes on for 0.5 seconds and went "adopted". He's so pretty, with his flaming blue hair and his beautiful golden eyes. I love his entire aesthetic, and I love his personality. Introverted. Sarcastic. Smart. He's so cool :D I really like how he talks in video game terms, and I think his obsession with video games is so relatable. I may not game near as much as he does, but as a kiddo I used to read almost more often than I breathed. And I was very introverted and loved fictional worlds more than I enjoyed being in reality. So, I get it. He's just so fantastic, we have the same humour, and again I love his devotion to his little brother. He adores Ortho, it's very clear. He tries his best for him. And there's more backstory to come, which I am SO FREAKING EXCITED FOR!!!!! I want to know, even if I already have my guesses, what happened, what he's been through, what happens next. I love Idia so much.

Diasomnia:

Lilia. He's so funny and mischeivous. I love how he teases. I also love that he's canonically called 'Father' by Silver and Sebek. Top Tier. I love how chill he is, like Sebek will be losing his mind over Malleus and Lilia is like "eh, he's fine" and usually he's right. I also love the way he dresses. Very cool aesthetic; definitely the look I really admired in high school. His voice lines are so funny, because the conversation is just rolling along and every once in a while Lilia will drop some piece of knowledge that Reminds Everyone that he is canonically hundreds of years old. Top Tier.

Bonus - Faculty:

I give you, a bonus!!! Crewel! Which you already knew, but I couldn't make a post about my faves and not include him! He is so handsome, his entire aesthetic, the way he talks, those voice lines...🥵🥵...yes. Just. Yes. I thirst over him so much, you know I do. hehehe. :D Seeing him running the infirmary in book 6 part one made me literally scream like YEEESSSSS, WE LOVE A MAN WHO TAKES CARE OF THE INJURED. GD. also because it means if I worked in Night Raven College he would have worked closely with me at that part and that made me so so so happy you have no idea.

And there you have it! My faves from Twisted Wonderland. Thank you so much for sending me this ask, it made my day! I had so much fun answering this 💜💜💜💜

#asks #friends #mutuals #kimium #twisted wonderland #faves #my twisted wonderland faves #duece spade #ruggie bucchi #floyd leech #jamil viper #epel felmier #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #divus crewel #for fun #personal list #twisted wonderland spoilers

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If anyone is unsure about whether their intended use falls within these parameters, my DMs are always open. :)

Closing Thoughts on Fan Works

Obviously, I am powerless to stop anyone taking my work and reproducing it without my consent. Such is the internet. I am sharing my fan art purely for the joy of participating in this community that I love. I am not here to in any way profit from that community, and I do not intend to ever hide myself behind a paywall or otherwise restrict access to my artwork. But online fan spaces, like all communities, require a degree of trust and mutual respect in order to survive.

We are so lucky to have spaces like tumblr and AO3, but we’ve already seen how a handful of bad-faith actors can undermine the integrity of these spaces, to the extent that authors and artists feel the need to withdraw entirely. By releasing our work into the world, creators are trusting that others will not take advantage of something they have given freely. So it’s hard not to feel a bit betrayed when people abuse that trust - and if that betrayal begins to erode the joy these interactions once held, then you start to wonder what it is you’re even doing here. What is the point in fandom if it’s no longer fun?

*anna has a mild existential crisis but it’s fine*

✨ Anyway, let’s keep fandom free and accessible for all! ✨

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splatter-punked · 2 years

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Every Time Seiji Doesn't Look Like He's About To Murder Someone

One thing Seiji is known for in the Fence comics is his resting bitch face- I took it upon myself to find as many instances as I could where his face is resting, and, maybe even smiling. (I also analyzed the "why" of these images, because I'm obsessed with this comic series).

I will not be including Bobby-Vision, because that would make this list much longer, and I consider it fantasy

This includes spoilers for Fence: volume 5- Rise!!!

VOLUME 1, CHAPTER 1.

This one is simple enough- surprise. No one expects some grubby random guy to walk into your bedroom while you're changing.

VOLUME 2, CHAPTER FIVE.

Another instance of surprise, having lost to another fencer- one who barely even practices, at that. But I would say that there is also a sense of sadness here.

VOLUME 4, CHAPTER 13

Somewhat unsurprisingly, no smiles in volume 3. But, here, is the first instance of relaxation and pleasant surprise that Seiji displays because of Nicholas. Something very relatable about Seiji is being constantly told that things about you are flaws- for Seiji, his determination and focus makes others consider him too intense. This seems to be the first time that someone has told him that it's not a flaw, it's a benefit.

VOLUME 4, CHAPTER 13

Now, yes, ok, I could have put this with the previous set. But something about it feels different. Less like surprise and more like hope, or longing... It's hard to put my finger on.

VOLUME 5, CHAPTER 18

Shock. Pure shock at seeing a fencer who is at his level, someone he never expected to see in his circle again.

VOLUME 5, CHAPTER 19

Potentially one of my favorite panels in the entire comic series. It's... soft. I wouldn't exactly call this expression joy, but something akin to it. Excitement might be the right word- as well as hope. Hope that Nicholas can reach the level he's saying he will, excitement at the possibility.

VOLUME 5, CHAPTER 20

As much as I wish it wasn't true, I must put this panel in as the first time we Seiji actually happy. Because what else could this be, but pure, unfiltered happiness? And holy fuck this makes me want to know what really happened between them.

VOLUME 5, CHAPTER 20

Longing. That's all. Longing and sadness- a miserable urge to be the best, a desperation to be better. A broken heart.

VOLUME 5, CHAPTER 20.

Happiness, part two. God, Seiji is stuck in the WILDEST love triangle. But he's happy here, because he has a friend who cares for him, who wants to improve both for him and with him. He's at peace here.

Anyways, I just finished volume five, and I'm losing my mind. It was amazing! I'm already excited for the next one (PLEASE be coming out soon, PLEASE be coming out soon, PLEASE be coming out soon, ect)

#fence comic #fence rise #fence rise spoilers #seiji katayama #nicholas cox #jesse coste #nichoji

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6.4 Tataru's Grand Endeavor

FULL SPOILERS, INCLUDING IMAGES!! A complete live blog of my progressions through the quest.

Proceed at your own risk. I won't cypher it with rot13 since it's behind a read more. Hopefully no one gets spoiled unintentionally. ;v;

PLEASE DO THE WERLYT TATARU QUEST BEFORE YOU READ THIS I BEG YOU!!!!!

A miqo picture so the other image doesn't pop up and spoil ppl lol

I'm come down, relatively, from the thrill of it all. Two separate quests... no follow quest, which would have been disappointing if uhhh not for EVERYTHING ELSE THAT WAS GREAT!!! I am so pleased and I'm not just saying that because of what we got at the end of it all. :)

However. I cannot believe--

OK. Henceforth will be my live blog reactions bc that's fun to chronicle! I hope you can derive some joy from it too. Fair warning, I curse a lot out of excitement. Gibberish. It's pure joy. You will NOT understand this if you haven't played the new quest yet LOL

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Up at 5AM for these two… like a long nap after going to bed at 12:30AM lol. Waiting for patch to dl! It seems to have finished early, but I am in no rush!! My recording software is set up. :)

MILITARY EQUIPMENT??? Gaius’s “brother-in-arms”…

OUTFIT THE TROOPS AHHHHHHHHHHHHjsa

;asdjkfal;ksjdflkjaskdfsadf

GOING TO SEE HIS HUSBAND FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!

MIQO KNOWS WHERE TO FIND HIS HUSBAND HEHEHE

I’m gonna frow up

me being able to crime tools gpose him wherever I want (still takes the time to gpose)

they are married

He really has changed!!

EXCUSE ME SOMEONE STOLE THE G-SAVIOR???????

AVILINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH

Other business = see his husband, but Gaius is very shy

HUHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO

Aww I love when he kneels to talk to children

NOT THE CLOUD DECK !!! gpose time……….

HOLY SHITTTT U;MDFJDJ I’M LOSING MY MINDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD (post blogging: it was a fake out. it's ok tho lol)

Miqo can drive better than Gaius :)

support from the rear, huh……………………….

FUCK I AM SO READY LET’S GOOOOOOOOO

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

WHERE IS ALLIE THO… HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

NERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nero is mad at the bottom accusations.

THE SYMBOLISM……….

EVERY TIME I SEE MIQO AND GAIUS IN A CUTSCENE TOGETHER I WANT TO FROW UP (AFFECTIONATE)

me constantly checking for allie. Severa is no where to be found… neither is vald...

checking all the npcs for flavor text… one lady moves around now!

Aw baby you know Makoh’to will help you anytime, anywhere!!

HOLDING HANDS TIME

OMDasdfkj I’M GOING TO FUCKING EXPIRE

hehehe she sure does!!

just know my face has been like :D this whole time

Aw… Miqo is good at soothing children so it’s ok!!

I am crying

CRYINGGGGGGGGG

I MF CUKING DLKJSDKLFJLKJSDF IDM”A I MA MSLDKDJSJDK

I’M LEGIT GOING TO FROW UP (AFFECTIONATE) NYTKLSDLFK MY HEART IS RACING SO FAST RIGHT NOW I DFKLJKSDF I CANNOT EVEN OH MY GODDDDDDD PLEASEEE LET IT BE THE ITEM WE GET

I”M GOING FO CUKGING ODIM

I AM FOR REAL FUCKING DYING RIGHT NOW I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

I”M FOIGN IDI” I”M CRYING AHAHAHAHAA THEY HAVE NEW OUTFITS I AM DIYGOLINSDKFSDKLFJLKSDJFL:KSDJFI:LOJSDLK:FGJSDL:KFJDSLK:FJSDLKFJildsf

I CANNOT FUCKING DLBNELKJSDKFJDF

THGIUS IS MORE THAN I COULD HAVE EVER ASKEDDDD

IF THEY DON’T LET ME HAVE GTHAT PROAISLDFJDFJD SFI”MG OING FDSL:K

NEW PICTURE TO ADD TO MY WALLET

waiting for the sun to rise so I can take better gposes… simmering in this feeling……….. letting it wash over me………… I’m guessing we will not get this portrait as our reward but I am so happy it happened all the same. Family picture real………………………………………………..

THEY????????? DID THEY GIVE IT TO ME????????????falskdfjl;kasjdfkl;jasdlfkjasdf

TGHEY DIDDLFDKSJFLKJDS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I am in disbelief……………..

WAIT HOLD ON I FORGOT TO GO BACK AND LOOK AT IF THEY HAVE NEW FLAVOR TEXT AND--------

GAIUS IS SITTING ON THE BENCH I ALWAYS GPOSE THEM ON AND HAVE LORE FOR I"MF LSKJDFLKSJDFKLJSDFKLJSDKLFJKLSAJFKLDSJFKLJSAKLJDFSDKF AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Allie's overlooking the sea...

FINALLY SEV AND VALD!! They even have new flavor text!

i am so happy........t his is more than i could have dreamed

feel free to talk to me about this on twt in dms! i don't have much to say except keyboard smash.

#6.4 spoilers

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While I love Mike Pollock I have seen some tweets of him suggesting that he just doesn't want to be known for his work as Eggman and wants to discuss his other works more, he also liked the tweets of Flynn saying the same thing, I feel bad cause I send him a compliment for Eggman, do you know some of his other works? would like to know his other characters

Yeah, he's been trying to emphasize that for a long time and I don't know why some people have a problem with that because of course he'd want people to check out his other work, instead of only acknowledging his Sonic-related stuff and acting like he's just Eggman no matter what he does and nothing more, overlooking tons of his other great work that's entirely separate from it and is absolutely worth checking out. It's great that you have an interest in doing so and I'm happy to help you get started. :D

I've looked at a ton of his stuff over the years but he has hundreds and hundreds so I still haven't seen them all but I try to check out everything that's available to me. I've heard him in a bunch of TV shows, video games, movies, audio dramas, commercials. I have a game where practically every elderly guy in the game has his voice, Just Cause 3 lol. I have a plush that's voiced by him too!

I first heard him in Sonic X, Viva Pinãta, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2003 show, and Pokemon around the same time because of 4Kids dubbing. My favorite singular other roles of his that I've heard have to be Langston Lickatoad, the Garbageman, and Adon Coborlwitz. Though he's got a ton of other great roles in a bunch of stuff that's also definitely worth checking out.

Here's what he commonly links on Twitter as a good way to see a lot of it:

That definitely doesn't have everything in it though. There's stuff that isn't supposed to be general public knowledge and other things that haven't been listed on here yet. But it's still one of the ideal places to look! I enjoy picking any character, looking into how to find and listen to it, and the joy of being like "there he is!" when I find his voice in there and get to hear more of his incredible talent hehe.

His pure audio stuff isn't on there, I found out about those through his Twitter and a number of them were available on Spotify and were linked throughout his Twitter.

You can listen to more of his audio with comedy bits, parodies, demos, and other fun stuff on his SoundCloud:

Looking around on his website is a good place for more information and links to more stuff:

He also has a big playlist on YouTube with more things he's been in that have been uploaded there, including commercials!:

Obviously, not all of them are here because he's done so many that haven't been uploaded and some of my favorites were made private by the brand uploaders and I'll always be sad that I can't hear it again lol. He also has some cool stuff in other playlists on his YouTube channel. I also recommend watching more interviews and panels with him uploaded on others' YouTube channels if you haven't because it's really interesting to hear him talk about his work and he's charismatic, funny, and entertaining. ^^

I also recommend putting on post notifications on his Twitter to keep up with him sharing some of his newest work when they're announced and released because they don't get listed on websites after. I have to save stuff to my Twitter bookmarks or else I can't find the information and content again!

And there you go! Have fun. 🌟✨💜

#asks #mike pollock #my post

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AGHHHHH AND WE ARE BACKKKK

It’s the way I’ve been waiting for this for a year and it still doesn’t even feel real to me lmaooooo.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS CHAPTER. The different explorations of emotions with Cherry’s traumas and grief, all still fresh, and continuously to being piled on is heart wrenching but you describe it so well.

Seeing Eren and Cherry literally verbalize their sibling ship to each other, and it being some of their last words hurt like no other. ON TOP OF HER LITERALLY HAVING TO FACE EVERYONE IN PRESENT TIMEAS IF NOTHING HAPPENED. Her image of Eren being restored, while everyone though it’s not with joy, aren’t in the best spot with him. And she knows now that what he’s doing isn’t something he takes pride in, let alone want to do at all.

Yet she can’t tell anyone, having to walk past her cousin who’s grieving the thought of having to get rid of him. When she knows Mikasa of all people is struggling the most with this situation of dealing with Eren. Our poor Cherry girl in a way has to bare this cross until the time comes, which is a lot of pressure, and that’s not including her trauma, her grieving, her thoughts of her future etc.

And I don’t even want to touch upon Hange, that wound is too fresh😭😭😭 having to read this after watching it was like ripping a scab and then putting salt and alcohol on it.

The Reiner moment was a moment. He knows she holds that bitterness against him, but he was so quick to grab onto Cherry. No hesitations. Though their relationship will be far from the same, it definitely adds to the fact that he so clearly still cares deeply for her, even if she doesn’t reciprocate even 1% of that. Which is kind of sweet.

THE LIL HUNGER GAME REFERENCE WITH LEVI AND CHERRY I WANTED TK EXPLODE. It was so perfect. But I also can’t imagine how difficult it must be for him to see on his own, not just from the words of everyone else, how bad Cherry’s trauma and PTSD is. And him knowing better than anyone else that there isn’t anything you can do about it, other than let it pass, and live with it as it slowly stops creeping up on you every waking moment.

Which must only make it harder considering it’s Cherry, surely him experiencing it on his own, he knows he has to storm it on his own. But to not be able to take away that consistent drop in your gut, the fear, away from her? I can’t even imagine how frustrating that must’ve been and will be.

That’s not even including his comfort towards Cherry talking about her uncertainty about really truly wanting a future with Jean. And how he didn’t judge her for it for a second😭🫶🏽🫶🏽. Love that man from infinity to infinity.

And JEANNNN. Oh how I’ve missed him and his fine assss😔 He even without knowing it really knows how to do right by Cherry. Just by being himself, without trying, he knows and does what she needs in the moment. Boyfriend of the year I’m afraid🥱

But that leads me to question, when Cherry was talking of he uncertainty with seeing Jean in her future. Which I’m sure you’ll elaborate in the next chapter.

Would you say that, that purely comes from the trauma she’s working through? And maybe even fear that if she really pictures a future with him, and loses him, she will be let down. And is saying she isn’t certain to avoid the heartache and disappointment? Because she’s well aware that they aren’t invincible and anything can happen, even if she were to do her best protecting him.

Or is it because after what she faced in Marley, she just is genuinely not sure if it is what she wants anymore?

I’m sorry for how long this is, but ITS BEEN A YEAR SO I JUST HAD TO. Thank you again author, I’m glad to be back. And can’t wait for more. Take care!!<33

IM SO HAPPY TO BE SEEING YOU AGAIN!!! THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!! IVE MISSED READING THESE!!

Eren really is like i know you’re dealing with shit but here’s something more to pile on you!!

And the Reiner moment ☺️👉🏼👈🏼 I’m glad you liked that part

The jean part and her not knowing comes from fear of losing what she holds so dear, that peace she might find AND also Marley really changed her, part of her died there in Marley.

AND ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU!!! ILY ❤️❤️❤️

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5 Biblical Ways to Break Free From a Spirit of Ungratefulness

Jennifer WaddleiBelieve Contributor

UpdatedNov 21, 2023

We all grumble from time to time, whether it's about the traffic, the weather, or the lines at the grocery store. However, when we are constantly complaining, unhappy, or discontent, we probably need to break free from a spirit of ungratefulness.

The truth is ungratefulness concentrates on the negative. It skips over the blessings of God and focuses on life's problems. Often, it repels those we love most because nobody wants to be around it.

I can write about this today because my nature is to grumble and complain. I've struggled with this my whole life, yet God has been gracious in helping me recognize negative thought patterns and turn them into patterns of praise.

If you feel bound by a spirit of ungratefulness, here are five biblical ways to break free.

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1. Acknowledge it as a Serious Problem

Part of being trapped in an ungrateful mindset is that we gloss over how serious it really is. In one of the most sobering Bible passages, 2 Timothy 3:1-2, we read, "There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, and unholy." This is only part of a passage that goes on to say we should "have nothing to do with such people." (Yikes!)

When I look at my own tendency toward ungratefulness, I am immediately convinced there must be a better way. And you know what? There is. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 says, "Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."

Acknowledging that ungratefulness is not part of God's will for our lives is the first step in breaking free from it. The good news is God is our help. As David prayed in Psalm 51, "Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me."

Let our prayer be like David's as we ask the Lord to create in us a pure heart, renew our Spirit, and restore the joy of our salvation. These are wonderful things to be grateful for!

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2. Realize That it Does Affect Others

It's easy to believe our sin struggles only affect us. But any sin left unchecked will eventually seep into the lives of others - especially those we're closest to.

In my book, Scarves of White: Replacing Our Issues with the Covering of Christ, I share my personal struggle with persistent anger. I was a young mom who was overwhelmed and didn't handle things well.

One day, I overheard my three-year-old playing with his action figures and having them say to one another, "My mom is mean and mad!" When I heard this, my heart broke. My sin issue had been affecting those I loved most, and I knew something had to change.

We can break free from a spirit of ungratefulness when we realize how it's affecting others. This might include:

-Negatively influencing our kids

-Making our spouses feel like they can't do anything right

-Causing others to avoid us

-Being known as the pessimist in the family

The moment you recognize how your ungratefulness is negatively affecting other people, you can decide to take action. It will take some intentionality on your part, but the Holy Spirit will help you break free.

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3. Declare That it Doesn't Define You

Often, when we believe we cannot change something about ourselves, we allow it to define us. We start to believe it's just who we are. But nothing could be further from the truth.

You and I were created in the image of God, in all righteousness and holiness. Our grumbling spirits do not align with His Spirit, Who lives in us. Once we declare ungratefulness to be a false notion of who we are, we can move past it into who we were made to be.

What does God say about you, my friend? Who did He create you to be? Declare today that the Spirit of ungratefulness has no place in your life. The words "pessimist" or "complainer" do not define you. Only God's covering through Jesus Christ defines who you are and who you were meant to be. Stand on your true identity today and watch the chains of ungratefulness fall away.

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4. Reverse the Way You Think

There's a lot of talk about mindset today, which is the way we think and believe. And while most of the world views it from a psychological perspective, there is a biblical perspective that makes perfect sense. Here are a few verses that address our mindset:

"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing, and perfect will." (Romans 12:2)

"You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness." (Ephesians 4:22-24)

"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." (Philippians 4:8)

A spirit of ungratefulness doesn't stand a chance when it comes to the truth of God's Word! By meditating on these passages, we can reverse the way we think and overcome patterns of negativity. Remember, the Bible is living, active, and powerful enough to change us from the inside out.

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5. Remember the Old Hymn

You might remember singing an old hymn called "Count Your Blessings." According to Hymnary.org, the song was written by Johnson Oatman in 1897.

Verse one says:

When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed,

When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,

Count your many blessings, name them one by one,

And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

The thought of counting your blessings in the face of ungratefulness might sound simplistic, but it's one of the fastest ways out of a negative cycle. By naming aloud the things God has done for you, you're chasing away feelings of discontentment and replacing those emotions with gratitude and praise.

My friend, we cannot out-thank the Lord. His mercies are new every morning, and His blessings are too numerous to count. From running water under the tap to the miraculous healing of a loved one - and every blessing in between - we have a multitude of things to be grateful for.

Break free today from a spirit of ungratefulness and live in the freedom you have in Christ. His Spirit lives in you and transforms you more and more into His likeness. Declare that this "personal" problem does not define you any longer, nor does it have any influence on your loved ones. Before long, you'll be the one who praises the Lord in every situation. And I don't know about you, but that sounds like freedom to me.

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Jennifer Waddle is the author of several books, including Prayer WORRIER: Turning Every Worry into Powerful Prayer, and is a regular contributor for LifeWay, Crosswalk, Abide, and Christians Care International. Jennifer’s online ministry is EncouragementMama.com where you can find her books and sign up for her weekly post, Discouragement Doesn’t Win. She resides with her family near the foothills of the Rocky Mountains—her favorite place on earth.

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Ch 1, Prologue I : Make Me the Cutest!

Inside a family home, it was silent, multiple rooms filled with items that would give a glimpse of the life of the family who resided there, though in most of these rooms was a thin layer of dust like the family had gone on vacation, the dust had settled for no longer than two weeks.

In one of the many rooms in the home, was an assortment of otaku and video game related paraphernalia, from posters of cute anime girls to a large glass cabinet showcasing figures of what seemed to be mechas, or "Gundams" as they are called by a certain group of otakus.

There were also various other goods in the room such as display cabinets with figurines of various characters from strong-looking protagonists, to skimpily clad ladies, to even figurines of popular superheroes. There was even a bookcase filled with manga and various popular fiction books and Japanese light novels.

An expensive-looking gaming setup was also part of the room, with three large monitors on top of a large wooden desk together with a mouse and keyboard of high quality and varying items like figurines, drinks and snacks, speakers, and miscellaneous trinkets. The wooden desk had a custom-built PC just underneath, built for gaming.

At this gaming setup was a middle-aged man that looked to be in his late forties, sporting short brown hair and a pair of deep brown eyes. Though his looks were not exceptional, the good habits he had formed from not wanting to become like a stereotypical NEET had made him more presentable and likeable to others, though he was not really a NEET by technical terms, since he had a job.

Though he had a bit of a gut from unhealthy eating, from fast food to usually fatty self-cooked meals, he was relatively fit for his age from regular exercise due to wanting to be able to continue doing his bi-weekly camping trips and to stay healthy.

"Hi Hi everyone! Today I've decided to continue playing 'God's Descendants' and try to beat the next raid boss! If any guild members in the audience want to join, you better join soon!~"

He spoke into his microphone with an energetic and cutesy tone, which might be off-putting to those who heard it, including the speaker himself. It was not a problem as instead of a middle aged man trying to sound cute, they heard the bubbly and high pitched voice of an anime girl.

Though there was a webcam attached to the middle monitor, it did not display his image to the audience and instead was only tracking the facial movements of the grown man, and applying them to a virtual character with an anime art style, the character, in particular, had long blond hair and wore a stylised outfit that was hard to describe, and had black cat ears instead of human ears.

The middle-aged man was indeed a Vtuber, someone who took on the persona of a virtual character to entertain people online through interactions or playing games, he was quite a popular Vtuber due to multiple factors such as his technical computer skills and skill in games, to focusing completely in his role as a character by not disclosing his personal life and always being in character.

His popularity can also be attributed to the long time he'd been a Vtuber, having been one for over two decades. He had always loved Vtubers due to the joy and happiness they were able to give others, from their cute or bubbly virtual avatars to their cheerful and energetic voices, fake or not, the pure positive emotions Vtubers give can never be faked.

He had just started streaming a popular MMORPG that came out a couple of months ago which was renowned for its unique gameplay and was currently preparing for a raid boss together with his guild that consisted of high-level players in his audience.

After their preparations had finished, the guild had gathered at the dungeon entrance and had started to enter when suddenly the game had frozen, the image on the screen not changing. Thinking it was a lag spike, he waited for a short time before noticing that his stream chat had also frozen, finding it strange he tried to move his mouse to click on the chat window and saw that even the cursor was no longer responding.

He sighed deeply to himself when he noticed his whole computer had stalled, deciding to manually turn it off by pressing the power button. When his monitors still showed the unresponsive screen instead of turning dark he was puzzled at the situation, wondering if he had to spend a day repairing his PC.

Unplugging the main power plug that provided power to his gaming setup, he looked up again to check expecting three black screens but instead saw still the exact image they had frozen on. Staring in disbelief and starting to believe something was going on he tried to power on his smartphone when it also refused to respond.

He went over to the window in his room with closes curtains, hesitantly holding them before pulling them open and seeing a blank white wall, but unlike normal walls this white wall had no texture or depth, being unsure if it was a wall or a white expanse. He tried opening the window but it would not budge.

Picking up his trusty multipurpose survival shovel, he swung it as hard as he could at the window but instead of feeling broken glass or a sturdy wall, it was like hitting the most shock-absorbent pillow in the world as the moment his shovel had touched the window, all force and momentum was negated. He tried opening the door as well just in case but couldn't even turn the doorknob.

The situation he was in was both unfamiliar and familiar to him, having read similar events in novels and stories yet never expecting it to happen to himself, his heart beating in excitement despite the less than favourable circumstances. In the back of his mind, he was thinking of the possibility of waiting locked in his room before dying of starvation after having rationed his small stash of snacks.

"H-hello?... Is anyone there?..." He called out in his room, looking all around as if some entity would suddenly pop out to greet him.

Having received no response he sat down at his desk, pulling open a drawer and taking out multiple notebooks of varying conditions, from those that have been well used and yellowed to those that almost seemed brand new.

These notebooks were filled with his ideas of stories and various scenarios and powers, such as what to do in an apocalypse, imaginary plans of how to make a living in a medieval fantasy world, or using scientific knowledge to improve magic in a world of little science.

Going through his book to refresh his memories of powers he would like and various scenarios and what to do in them helped him calm his slightly nervous but mostly excited state of mind. As he started logging his current situation in his book just for fun.

After nearly an hour of reading through his notebooks, the speakers on his desk started playing, static noise coming out as he jumped up in his chair in surprise. The static noise started clearing up and he began to hear an androgynous voice start speaking.

'Testing testing, can you hear me? I apologise for the delay as i had other matters that required my attention' The voice spoke out apologetically.

The nervousness he had been covering up with excitement had died down to nothing after knowing he wasn't left to die in his currently locked and isolated room.

"I-It's fine!! I'm more thankful that you finally came, and it hasn't even been an hour and I occupied myself in the meantime." He answered politely, his engrossment in his notebooks and imagining scenarios of what was to come had thankfully kept him distracted, it probably would have kept him distracted for a few more hours if nothing had disturbed him.

'I'm thankful for your understanding, I will delay no longer and explain the circumstances you find yourself in, the questions you have for me will be answered by the following explanations. You may ask me for clarification during the explanation or ask any other questions I had not answered afterwards.'

He nodded in understanding as he sat down on his gaming chair to listen to the otherworldly being's explanations, taking out a fresh notebook and getting ready to take down notes.

The being chuckled lightly as they somehow watched him do this and spoke out.

'That will be unnecessary dear player, please direct your attention to your monitors' The monitors that had been on the same frozen image had finally changed as it showed a chat log of the things they had both said since the start.

The otherworldly being was referred to as '???' while he was referred to as 'player'

'Now I shall begin. You, dear player, have been randomly chosen to travel to another world'

'Along with that, you will also receive power and abilities to be able to thrive and survive in the other world'

Though he had expected something like this, the cliche-ness of the situation had left him baffled, It was so cliche he finally started to doubt the reality of the situation.

"I was just... chosen? by chance? I'm even just going to go to another world and be given powers just like that? It all sounds very cliche..." He stated his thoughts honestly, as he expected some kind of unique situation in comparison to what he had read, though as he thought of it, it was hard to have a truly unique situation as he's encountered all sorts of unique starts.

'Though I understand your confusion at the unexpectedly unremarkable circumstances that bear great similarities to a certain genre of fiction in your world, I am sad to inform you that i am unable to tell you the reason behind it.'

Such an unsatisfying non-answer didn't affect him too much, as regardless of what would have happened, he was likely to go along with it in order to escape from the world he mostly interacted with through a screen, no longer having anyone of importance to him left alive.

Regardless if there was a twist or consequences, he didn't bother to ask either, as whether or not he had received an answer or was lied to, he would take any risk to be able to experience what he had always wished for. As they say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"That's alright, I was mostly curious, can you continue?" He asked with a slight smile toward the monitors, not knowing where else to look.

'As you wish, upon being selected, they are assigned a random number of points within a predetermined range, meaning there will be a maximum and a minimum number of points you can receive. Along with those random points are additional points based on the life they had lived up to being selected, based on their achievements in life regardless if it was raising a child or murdering a thousand people.'

He flinched upon hearing that, wondering if any psychos and mentally deranged had been chosen, knowing for a fact that there would be a few for sure.

'Due to certain rules, I am unable to inform you of how your life is scored and how it translates in points but am able to tell you, dear player, that you are in the 65th percentile, meaning you have more points than 65% of other selected players when scoring your life.'

He thought it made a bit of sense if he thought of the selected players, thinking a lot of them were either people down on their luck and working dead-end jobs, or teens and youths who have yet to live their life. Though the otherworldly being had told him he had been randomly selected, he couldn't help but assume people like those he had imagined were fated to be selected for this kind of thing.

Not only has he lived half a life, but he's also been relatively successful, having everything he desired, from entertainment and satisfying his vanity to living what he considered to be lavish.

A graph appeared on the monitor that displayed the differences between him and other players, showing that he was in the upper percentile, but compared to players at the end of the graph, he could not even be compared to them.

He wondered what kinds of lives they've lived and if some of them had been billionaires, tyrants or even wise rulers, he didn't assume all players chosen were from his earth and wondered how many of them came from alternate earths or entirely different alien worlds.

'The random number of points you have obtained has already been determined. Congratulations! You are in the 92nd percentile which means you have more random points than 92% of players, putting you in the top 10% of players with immense luck. May you use your points wisely'

'Combining both random points and life points, you are in the 85th percentile which is once again a monumental achievement which puts you in the top 20% of players with the most number of points.'

Frozen in shock and disbelief at hearing his ranking, he couldn't imagine being one of the beings blessed with luck, despite knowing he had luck better than others from various lucky situations he's experienced in his life from being lucky in gacha games, frequently getting rare drops from monsters in MMOs or that one time he found a hundred dollar bill while camping, he didn't think it would affect his random points too greatly.

He would have been happy getting an above-average number of points which would put him in the 60th percentile or so, he would just thank lady luck for this opportunity, and though he still did not know what these points represented, it was obvious from context that the more points you had the better.

'With these points, you are able to spend them on anything you desire within your imagination and more, though powers and abilities are the most common things that players spend them on, and that we encourage for them to spend their points on.'

"Wait, did you say anything I desire? Anything at all?" A tremble could be heard in his voice with his eyes wide and his mouth slowly forming into a grin.

'Yes dear player, anything and everything, there are no restrictions.'

"Can you make me the cutest?! The Cutest in the Omniverse!!"

#isekai #fantasy #sci fi & fantasy #cute #adventure #action

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JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

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sinnamonrolle · 3 years

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Headcanons: Endearments [Obey Me!]

❀ gender neutral ❀

! slight spoilers for Belphegor and Solomon !

I was thinking about this for a while, and I really want to share it with everyone else too.

These are gender neutral terms of endearment! And no matter how big you might be, you'll always be their lovely little human being ;)

Here are my headcanons for the terms of endearment from all 12 characters, including my reasoning for them! I had fun thinking about them.

Demon Brothers:

Lucifer

"Vesper", with variations such as "little Vesper" or "my little Vesper"

Lucifer means "Morning Star", and so after some digging online, there's actually a name for the "Evening Star'' as well, which is Vesper. Lucifer and Vesper both refer to the planet Venus, and so the reasoning behind why Lucifer would call you "Vesper'' is because he sees you as his other half, the other side of him. Together, you and him make up the brightest star in the sky.

I suppose it is more of a nickname than a term of endearment, but it's all the same. It's filled with love and adoration for you! No matter the time or place, he will always call you "Vesper" because it is also how he shows his pride in you, but he uses "darling" just as much. Leave it to him to call you his "darling Vesper."

Mammon

"Fortune", "little fortune", "my little fortune"

When you hear Mammon, of course you will think about money and physical possessions. The word "fortune" can be understood as related to the amount of owned assets, but also related to luck, chance, and destiny. So, to Mammon, you are his everything—his human, his wealth, his future. You are priceless in every way, and he’s so lucky, so fortunate to have you.

The endearment “little fortune” comes about accidentally. Mammon blurts it out one day, and he hurries to correct himself because “wait, wait, wait, I didn’t mean little fortune as in the amount because ya ain’t small at all. You’re really big—agh, that’s not what I mean! It sounds cute, okay! Little or big, it doesn’t matter. I won’t ever spend you.”

Leviathan

“Pearl”, “Henry”

I think we all know where “Henry” comes from, but what about “pearl”? Firstly, pearls are from the sea, which Leviathan is strongly related with. Leviathan himself has reptilian features—his snake-like tail, his birthmarks that resemble scales, his coral-like horns—in fact, Leviathan is known as a sea serpent. Pearls are treasures of the sea, and they are extremely beautiful as well. But there is also another connection you can make, this time with East Asian mythology. In East Asian mythology, dragons are often related to the sea, even residing in them. They are long, serpentine, wingless, but they still have two arms and two legs. They also are often depicted with a pearl, and this pearl is very, very important to the dragon. Seeing as Obey Me is a Japanese game, I think connecting Levi with an East Asian dragon isn’t too big of a stretch. Actually, there are many similarities, but there’s no need to dig into it today.

You know how Leviathan is. It will take Levi a long time before he begins using terms of endearment with you because of his insecurity. However, once he feels confident enough in using them, he’s super dramatic (and low-key romantic) with them. He’s watched enough anime and played enough games to know many terms, but is he able to use them? It’ll depend on how comfortable and confident he feels.

Satan

“Precious”, “beloved”, (and of course) “kitten”

Satan is extremely well read. This means that his arsenal is particularly wide. “Kitten” is a term that many of us may find familiar, and understandably so. We all know Satan’s love for cats. But I think Satan, as a being who is born from emotions, is more sensitive to them than others, and they make up an important part of him. Which is why, despite his large arsenal of endearments, he uses the “simpler” ones, but the ones that he does use, there’s a lot of emotions behind them. You are simply precious to him, and the most befitting endearment for it would be “precious”. There is nothing sweeter than a pure “beloved” filled only with love for you.

Asmodeus

“Treasure”, “jewel”, “my love”

If Asmo is the jewel of heaven, then you are the “treasure” of his life. You are as beautiful as a “jewel”, and you reflect the light like a “jewel” as well. The love they show you is reflected back twice as strong. For Asmo, his endearments for you don't come from the physical value behind them. In fact, Asmo himself doesn’t care for treasures or jewels, but out of them all, you are his “treasure”, his “jewel”, his “love”. He puts you equivalent (or maybe even higher) than himself, and he wants to show it to you not only through actions, but words as well.

Beelzebub

“Pudding” (and perhaps, other cute food endearments)

We all know how much Beel loves food, and we all know how much Beel loves his family, and so it’s almost obvious why Beel calls you “pudding.” As a human, you are squishy, squishier than demons, and you are also delicious looking. You smell good, you look good, and the comfort that food brings to Beel is equivalent if not greater than how you soothe and comfort him.

Although, while Beel loves calling you cute endearments, it makes him hungry, so he has to hold back on them. I guess that means more endearments when he’s full, but when he has to cope with his hunger and there’s no food around, Beel calls you by a wonderful amount of endearments. You do have to be careful though! He might decide to sample you. (In what ways? Who knows, heh.)

Belphegor

“My little sun”, “little sun”

He doesn’t call you his “little sun” because you are little, but because Beel is his bigger sun. Beel was in his life first, and then you came. But the order doesn’t really matter to Belphie because you are still a very important sun to him. In the twins’ bedroom, Beel has a sun motif on his side, and Belphie has a moon motif. Belphie is more comfortable with the darkness (literally and figuratively), so to him, you are his light that shines through and guides him to a better place. You are everything that he needs to survive.

Belphie’s trauma has affected him greatly, even if it doesn’t seem like it. So it takes a long time until he gets really attached to you, but when he does, he can’t live without you. Calling you his little sun is placing you in his heart, at the same level as Beel (Or perhaps even higher).

Other Demons:

Diavolo

“Little gold nugget”, “gold nugget”, “nugget”, “little nugget”

Contrary to how it may first sound, “little gold nugget” isn’t to diminish your value or your worth. To Diavolo, who probably has a low-key obsession with gold, “little gold nugget” is super adorable. He’s also never really been called an endearment before, nor has he ever called someone by one, so this is all new territory to him. Also, as a future king and a prince, everyone is important to him as his citizens. Diavolo is the king above all nuggets, but you in particular are his “little gold nugget.” He also wants you to call him by an endearment, a term only used for him, but that is something for you to decide on.

Barbatos

The closest thing to an endearment would be “Your Grace” for Barbatos. “Puffling”, if you can get him drunk enough (I’m somewhat joking here).

If you’re expecting something else, I’m afraid Barbatos is too polite, too cautious to simply throw around the usual terms of endearment. In fact, I think from the way Barbatos is, he turns a way of addressing nobility into an endearment for you only. However, if you do manage to worm an endearment out of him, he will jokingly call you a “puffling” after baby puffins. I think he finds them adorable, but it isn’t a serious endearment. Barbatos won’t be caught dead calling you a “puffling”—not because he doesn't want to—but because it’s not at all appropriate. He has an image to keep.

Angels:

Simeon

“Little sparrow”, “little droplet”, “little lamb”

“Little lamb” is a familiar term, and “little sparrow” is also something Simeon calls you. A sparrow represents many wonderful things, like joy, love, good fortune, luck, and so on, and Simeon considers you every one of those things and more. Like sparrows, droplets are also fragile—ephemeral in their lives. Droplets fall and disappear so easily. But droplets also signify uniqueness in that one droplet is separated from other collections of water. To Simeon, you stand out among others. You are wonderful, joyful, full of life, and so, so beautiful.

Luke

“Lamb” (perhaps “lambling”? I’m really unsure.)

He means it in a platonic way!! Like a guardian angel to a baby human, except that baby human is you.

We all see Luke as a child, but Luke, in this case, doesn’t see himself as one. He’s way, way older than you, and so while he is still immature among other angels, he’s lived way longer than you have. It might seem weird to have him call you an endearment, but you are a lamb in his eyes—pure, kind, gentle. You are someone who must be protected! And so while Luke doesn’t use endearments too much with you, he will use it when he’s feeling a little playful or dramatic. He prefers your own name because he loves how it sounds.

Human:

Solomon

“Little star”, “breadcrumbs” (as a joke)

Solomon has lived for who knows how long. As a human who has lived for that long, his mentality towards certain things might be a bit different from a regular human. Attachment is difficult for him due to his lifespan, and this is reflected in his attitude. Many people are fleeting in his life. The mundane becomes hard to appreciate after so long. Even memories erode after a lifetime. There is no particularly heavy sentiment behind “little star”, but he has begun to consider you as a part of his destiny, a star in the constellation of his life. And like a star, you appear so far away from him, so unapproachable due to how you are always surrounded by others. He can only appreciate you from afar, until you let him close.

“Breadcrumbs” is a lighthearted endearment that he once heard somewhere in the human world. When he calls you “breadcrumbs”, he doesn’t mean anything at all by it, only that it sounds absolutely ridiculous but also so adorable at the same time. It’s an amusing endearment he heard in his long, long life. “It’s the joy in the little things, and breadcrumbs are exactly that—little things,” Solomon will say, but no need to take him seriously. You will always be the star twinkling brightly in his life.

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Feel free to add what you think the characters would use as terms of endearment! I wanted something special for each character, so that's why this post was made lol

(If there are any errors, I will catch them sooner or later. Please, don't mind them.)

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Der Geliebte

Pairing: Jungkook x artist! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 6.4k

Rating: 16+

AU: non idol! Jungkook x artist! Reader AU!

Genre: strangers to lovers AU; friends to lovers AU! (idiots to lovers AU!); love at the first sight! AU; soulmate to lovers! AU (kinda?); unbelievable amount of fluff; a little angst (fluffy angst!!,); tiny amount of smut (one paragraph xD)

Warnings: tiny bit of smut/some sexual tension between both of them; Jungkook is a poor shy thing and is fucking nervous around the reader all the time; teeth rotting fluff; both are so in love with each other that they’re getting stupid to not realize it; both are insecure that they’re not meant for another... just fluff, fluff, fluff and painfully obvious pining over each other!

A/N: Hallelujah, I finally did it! After I made Sibi @borathae wait over three months for her Christmas + Birthday Fanfic I finished it two weeks to late for my sweetest Darlings Birthday! I am so incredibly sorry that I made you wait for such a long time and really, Sweetie, you have all the rights to be still mad at my stupid ass! Nevertheless... I love you so goddamn much and I hope the fic made at least a little bit up for it... Love you!!!! 💕 💕

Summary: You and Jungkook met right at the first day you opened your own atelier in Seoul after you had to leave your old home behind you. You love paint canvas with landscape motives, other people just roll with their eyes when they hear that you choose such usual, almost boring things to paint. Not so Jungkook, he seems to be different than most of visitors. It’s almost like he can read your feelings through your paintings...

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* Jungkook’s POV *

"In what are you getting yourself into, Jungkook?"

I quietly ask myself as I get rid of my clothes behind the paravent and throw the dressing gown over his body which you laid out for me. My hands are sweaty, they tremble slightly and my heart beats wildly, as if it wants to jump right out of my chest. Excitement spreads throughout my body, leaving a faint feeling in my stomach and a certain blush rises in my cheeks. I still can't believe what I've gotten myself into . But... you looked at me so pleadingly with your dear and downright innocent eyes that I would have done anything for you with that look of yours. I want to make you happy, see that happy and contented smile on your lips, which always makes a whole horde of wild butterflies break out in my belly. 'Normally I was the shyness and silence in person and with you... with her, I feel for the first timesomething like peace and security. Especially when I consider how shy I usually am around women.', I ask myself and I don't really know the answer to that. But what can I do against my feelings? I don't really know, on the one hand they scare me, on the other hand they feel so exciting and new that I don't want to eliminate them at all.

I don't even know exactly when the whole thing started. In which moment my feelings for you grew, when I felt more than just fascination and admiration for you and your artwork. Six months ago, a small studio had opened in my district, your own studio. On the day of the opening I simply went to it of pure curiosity, I had always had such a weakness for art and photography.

I can still remember exactly how I stood in front of one of your works and was literally speechless and overwhelmed by this picture and all his small details. This painting represents a classic image of the countryside, which was often to be found everywhere. But this work was different. So full of small details and ornaments. It was so much more... As a viewer you can see a beautiful clearing, which is surrounded by trees and protected from too many curious eyes. The ground of this clearing is overgrown with dense and lush green grass, which from the incoming sunlight almost invites you to let yourself fall into the grass. It reminds me instantly of my carefree childhood, when I rolled in it without overthinking my actions too much and those times when I playfully wrestled with my best friends around until our clothes had grass stains all everywhere. I could almost smell the scent of wild, untamed nature. The longer I look at the picture, the greater the longing became. Maybe I could visit this beautiful place one day, together with my partner, my significant other. Playing around with each other, chasing your beloved one until you fall into the grass breathless laughing and cuddling. Maybe we could have a picnic there and feed each other with homemade sweets?

I didn’t know that such a "simple" landscape painting could touch and awaken so much more in me, in my soul. Suddenly, such a wanderlust came over me that I gasped for air and a heavy lump formed in my throat. My whole body was tingling and my heart was literally screaming to get away from this dreadfully grey and monotonous daily routine of my boring single life, for at least some weeks. I want to go to this place, where I could draw the warm and fresh, natural air could deep into my lungs and pamper myself with homemade delicacies. Just to let the soul dangle and don’t stuck with my closely clocked work life. Maybe sleep until 10 o'clock in the morning and then maybe have a nice nap later. Enjoy the warm nights and hear the crickets chirping. This longing was... irrepressible. This particular wanderlust for nature, just to be out of the city, this longing for exactly this abandoned and untouched forest clearing literally overwhelmed me. What was it for an artist who could trigger such feelings and emotions in me?

I had been so absorbed in the artwork that I had not even noticed that a person step next to me. "Do you like the work?", asked a soft melodic voice, which spoke perfect Korean, but was pervaded by a light accent, which I could not quite assign. I flinched a little, but this bright, happy laugh gave me a tingling goosebumps all over my body. What a beautiful laugh... I turned to the person who was the owner of this beautiful voice. I was startled when I realized that the artist and owner of this studio was standing in front of me personally. I recognized her again, as I had seen a small photo of her in the newspaper article that drew my attention to this beautiful studio in the first place. Already in this picture she had radiated something so strong, colorful, cheerful and lively, which caused an excited flutter in my stomach.

I admit, I already laid an eye on her just by her appearance. Unfortunately I always had a hard time getting to know people ever since, let alone to talk to women. And now having you, Y/N, personally standing right in front of me, made me feel fluffy and excited in my stomach. Nothing is left of this otherwise so sassy and self-confident man that I used to be. Only a nervous and stodgy twenty-three-year-old idiot, who did not know what to say or wanted to say, now stands in front of this stunningly pretty and intelligent woman.

Her eyes sparkles like jewels, full of joy, struck me with interest and a playful smile lays on her lips. "Did you not understand my question?", she asked kindly, but nobly reserved. Immediately a rosy puff settled on my cheeks and I stuttered nervously: "Y-Yes, excuse me! I... I was just somewhere else with my thoughts and was completely surprised that they were addressing me personally.... Your works are truly unique! They still show such ‘usual’ motifs and yet they are so special because of these finely elaborated details and this passion with which this work of art was painted. They really are... Unique artworks that you do not forget so quickly. Even for untrained eyes as my owns, I can see that a talented artist has worked on it. I am very impressed by your work, especially this work here!" You could hear the honest admiration from my voice and my heart leapt as she reacted bashful to all of my compliments.

"Thank you, really, thank you so much! I really appreciate to hear such nice words like yours, even if it is rare. I am often criticized for my ‘lack of creativity’, caused by my chosen motives. I just love the rough, almost untouched landscapes of my hometown, I try to depict the ‘normal’ as something beautiful, unique. I would like to ‘really see’ what we already take for granted again. As a wonderful creation, a work of art. Nature is a wonderful example of this, or the architecture of buildings as well. Architects are also artists, although unfortunately they are not seen as such. I just want to offer the obvious things a more meaningful space again.... People like you have become rare. I have observed how you have recognized the true meaning, this beauty and aesthetics in such a ‘usual-looking’ motif. And this pleases me so much that you can read 'between the brushstrokes'. Oh... Excuse me, I always talk way too much when someone shows an interest in art or music, my personal passions. Besides that, I have not introduced myself to you yet, I am Y/N! I was obviously so pleased to see your understanding, empathetic look at this work, if you understand what I mean... Anyway... I can guess that you knew my name already, don't you? What about you? May I know your name?", asked you, beautiful artist, with her really stunning smile.

I swallowed nervously, never before had a young lady mixed my emotions so much in me. Even the picture of her in the newspaper article, which I had read out of boredom in one of my lectures, got me so emotionallyconfused. I didn't want to say it in front of my teasing friends, but I had been really excited when I set off this Friday night. And now the creator of these works of art stood before me and seemed to want to have a longer conversation with me. My heart beats to my throat and I got sweaty hands from this nervousness in my poor body. Honestly, as soon as I wasn't surrounded by my clique of friends, I automatically turned into a nervous, slightly abashed blushing and stuttering guy who behave like an inexperienced teenager.

In private life, without my best mates by the side, I am not so confident and daredevil. After all, I always had someone who could cover my back when things get tough, while I am on my own without anyone I know. You could usually only believe and trust, not control. That's probably why I struggled with interpersonal relationships. I always overthink too much and have some struggles with my self-confidence.

And now this attractive young woman looked at me with such interest and joy, just me. I was actually the reason for her interest. A joyful and blissful tingling seized every pore, every fiber of my body. Yes, in fact it was just me! Not my best buddy Seokjin, whom I have known since childhood and always sought the attention of everyone. It was no exaggeration to say that he was perhaps a little narcissistic, but only to cover up his own insecurities. Never would I have thought that someone would manage to get this personification of self-love under control. I admired his wife for standing up to Seokjin and keeping him and his dad Jokes at bay. Believe it or not, she of all people had the pants on in the house and knew how to deal with my best friend.

My gaze glided over the figure of the person in front of me and once again I took a sharp breath. I was so nervous to face her personally, a person I already deeply admired and had quite a respect for. I simply did not want to do anything wrong, even if this charm of hers was almost tangible and paralyzed my entire brain with its function. I can already picture how my mind waved wildly goodbye to myself and went to the summer holiday in the Caribbean.

This carefree smile and these beautiful eyes harmonized wonderfully with your complexion. Your features were awake and alive, seemingly always a slight smile surrounded the corners of your mouth, which provoked almost paradoxical reactions in my body. Your smile awake countless butterflies to flutter around in my stomach, which made me quite nervous and at the same time you radiated such a sense of security and calm, as if there was no reason not to get a word out of shyness. My gaze, which I hope examined you unobtrusively enough, wandered to your hands. You had long fingers, I could really imagine how they elegantly held the handle of the paint brushes and worked on these small details extensively in such a calm behavior. Which satisfied and concentrated calmness you possibly radiated while doing that...

A small, noble clearing of your throat again tore me out of my fantasies and speculations. God, what was I today but inattentive! How rude I must have seemed to you...

"Oh, sorry... I... I have not been able to keep my thoughts together all day..." I lied to seem at least a little more credible. Nervously, I pulled on the knot of my tie to loosen it up a little before I have a circulatory collapse. Before I went here, I thought for a long time about what I should wear for this occasion. Jeans and T-shirt were out of the question, too casual and almost an insult for your atelier. A complete suit, however, seemed too overdressed to me and so I decided for a black dress pants and a dark blue dress shirt.Understanding, Y/N nodded and gave me a cheering smile, which made my body tingle again. This woman drove me half crazy alone with his friendly gestures. How could it be that this polite lady got me confused right away?!

And somehow, it gave me a frenzy to leave my secure, anonymous side as a visitor to her exhibition and irrevocably reveal my true identity to you.

"My name is Jeon Jungkook."I answered in a slightly trembling voice, hardly daring to look into her eyes and rubbing my neck unobtrusively.

* Jungkook’s POV *

If only I had guessed what would change in me, how you changed me. That so much more would develop from a pure interest and a simple formal business contact... that you want to make me one of your artworks.

I take another deep breath before I dare to step out from behind the dark red paravent. It is pleasantly warm in this room, I should not freeze, if I am already so freely clothed. My gaze wanders through the small room with the huge, floor-to-ceiling window, which floods the entire room with light. The walls of the room have been painted in a dark orange and red colors and dark wooden planks lay out on the floor. It looks so comfortable due to the warm, dark tones. The orange-yellow evening sun dipped everything into something so cozy... sensual. Somehow into even a little erotic?

Y/N wants to work a lot with the light of the evening sun in this painting, which could be a little complicated if it is not suitable or if it is cloud-covered. But if you have put something into your head, especially in relation to your art, then you do everything you can do to go through it! Also the changing forces of nature cannot stop you from trying to realize your idea. Sometimes, you’re someone who is quickly frustrated and dissatisfied with yourself as well, especially when something doesn't work as you wants it to. Nevertheless when it comes to your passion, drawing and painting, you don’t let your idea go away, if you want something, you’ll find a way to make it happen. These are qualities that I know all too well of myself and thus my fascination about you only grows even more. The more time we spent together and I get to know more and more sides of you, the more attracted I became to you.

Your art means a lot to you and you’re quite tough in this respect, can not be overcome by the reproaches and the crushing criticism. That’s exactly what I admire so much about you, having the courage to stand up for personal passion. When I get criticized, all too often I think about really giving up on it, so that I don't have to endure all this criticism anymore. And then I look at you. How focused you are in this moment and carefully prepare for your next project. How you adjusts you easel to the right height, let your self-stretched canvas snap into place, spreads brushes of all sizes and shapes on the small side table next to you and prepares youracrylic colours. I swallow again, as I watched this happen. I am about to become one of your next artworks.

A little uncertainly I walk towards Y/N, the thin dressing gown tightly drawn around my body... never before have I felt so naked and vulnerable. This here is something else. I feel something about it... I feel something for you. For this pretty lady, who sprays her cheerfulness around her and could conjure a smile on the lips of even the most grumpy person. This joy almost kills you, completely engrossed this person and gives you the feeling of floating. You will get the feeling of being welcome at Y/N. To be accepted, with all the flaws and weaknesses that one has. She just smiles at you so gently and lovingly and just says, it's okay. It's okay to be the way you are. Imperfect.

"It is precisely this imperfect, this contradictory and also unpredictable thing that makes us human. That makes us an individual and also interesting. If we were really all as we are expected to be, it would be boring and monotonous. The surprise is only a real gift. Each of us is a very individual gift to a very specific addressee, who is the only one who can truly appreciate this gift. Only then did the recipient find the right person as his gift... Well, if the recipient knows about his gift...", Y/N once said with such a certain look at me, when we went out to dinner together in a restaurant in the evening to clarify some details. I wanted to help her find good contacts in Seoul and help her sell her works.

I can still remember it exactly... it was a quite... extraordinary evening. I was of course once again incredibly nervous and excited. At that time, I did not want to fully realize how much I already like you. Secretly, I had observed my opposite. Your positive and friendly disposition had turned my head all around... and in addition, this beautiful body and her elegant fingers, which already haunt me in the most erotic way unintentionally in my dreams.

I could not prevent my dream pictures from shooting through my head, which is why my cheeks turned dark red in embarrassment. These fucking fantasies in my head! My eyes stare at the cutlery as if it were incredibly interesting because I didn't dare look up. There were scenes in my mind that made my ears turn red and I would’ve loved to hide behind the menu card. Your body, which made her look like a Greek goddess.

Naked, body covered in sweat, your body shook in lust, you sit up with a wonderful moan... You are on top of me, I could admire your beautiful, almost divine body as you sat on top of me... and rode me. This breathtakingly beautiful distorted face of yours, as if all this pleasure you feel is carved in marble... lids closed, your lips, swollen from all the kissing, are slightly opened which let your lustful whimpering escape. This grace and elegance, as you rose from me and then lowered yourself again... as your hands glide erratically over my stomach, searching for support... you suddenly threw your head back and clenched even more tightly around my length. The addicting sounds you’ve made... it’s like the most beautiful melody in my ears... squelching noises and even more of yourjuices gushing out of your sweet, so sweet pussy when you came...

An all-too-familiar laugh tore me out of my extremely indecent thoughts, which quite relieved me at first. Until I raised my head and not too far away I recognized no one but my best friend Kim Seokjin, who made very questionable hand signals in my direction. Oh my God, no! I knew that he had recently changed his job and got accepted for a position as a chef in a new restaurant... but not in this Restaurant! He will never let me life after he found out I was on a “Date” with a woman...

Even though Seokjin was on the other side of the restaurant, I could almost feel his smirk on my own skin. Fuck it, just pretend as if you do not know each other and hit him really hard tomorrow morning in the gym where we meet up for our work out. I quickly turned all my attention back to the person sitting opposite me and tried to ignore Seokjin as best I could.

It was only at the end of the evening, when I had said goodbye to Y/N, that I realized that this meeting had much more of a date than a "business dinner". How familiar we had talked with each other... how much I had thought about licking Y/N the drop from the chocolate sauce of her lava cake from her lips... how it would be... to kiss and touch you...

A noticeable blush has settled on my cheeks as I attended our first meeting together... or even Date in this Restaurant thought back. Four months had passed since then and I suffered from longing for you. You would never see me like I saw you. The reason you wanted to draw me was simply that she needed someone as a model. In addition to landscapes and cities, you want to devote herself gradually to more other motifs. And since I have been the first inquired. Your pleading eyes made me say yes. But I know that for me you have no more than the feelings for a casual friendship. It hurts to see how you flirt around so casually with all those other people. I would never be the gift for you as you are for me. If only the recipient would notice that there is a given heart laying in your hands...

"Ah, Jungkook! I’m glad that you're ready!", your cheerful and melodic voice cuts through the silence of the room and you’re walking towards me with excited shining eyes. "Come~," you say and lead me to the chaiselongue, which is placed in front of the large window. The soft, orange light of the evening sun falls on the wine-red fabric of the restored chaiselounge in baroque style. The upholstery has frames covered in gold and also the lion feet on which this historic furniture stands are gilded. Everything was decorated with so many Details, it looks so incredibly elegant and luxurious. On the left side there are some cushions in the same color and an elegant design is carved on the backrest, literally inviting to get used.

"Surely you know the movie 'Titanic', right? Do you remember the scene where Jack used charcoal pencils to draw an nude coal picture of Rose as she laid on the sofa? I would like to draw you in a similar position. I hope it's okay for you if I look at you more closely without a dressing gown... i want to get an overview of your body proportions.", you say, looking me straight in the eye. I notice that you’re very concerned about my privacy and does not want to overstep any of my personal boundaries without my consent. I nod slightly at first until I get a clear yes over my lips. She looks at me silently for a few seconds before reassuring me once again that we can always stop at any time if I feel uncomfortable. Especially your patience and mindfulness of my boundaries shows me how important it is for you as well and how I actually relax noticeably. Y/N smiles cheerfully at me and I slowly loosen the belt of the dressing gown and let the last garment slide to the ground. I feel her in-depth look at me... he is not uncomfortable... only... exciting... in a few different ways.

I swallow again and lie down on the chaiselongue as instructed. You correct my arm and leg position, also rearrange all of the cushions correctly. To my own relief, you put a red cloth over my crotch area. Not that I am ashamed of anything, I am more than comfortable with you already... I just have some worries that I will get a visible problem if I constantly feel your look on my bare skin.

"It should be able to guess something, but not be allowed to see everything right away...", she whispered with a smile, before her fingertips unintentionally glide tenderly through my happy trail. One of your last smiles are... not really to interpret. Then you return to your easel.

* The Reader’s POV *

Carefully you sit down on your old painting stool, already quite worn out on the edges and stained with the most different types and tones of colors. It had originally been dark brown. You smile dreamily when you think back that you’re used to dangle your legs around when you were a little kid because it was way too big for you back then. For eighteen years now you have exactly this stool and this easel. They had been a gift from your grandfather for your fifth birthday. He had awakened the passion of painting and drawing in you and passed his talent on to you. A certain melancholy seized you when I thought back to how you used to paint your first real picture on canvas with your new easel in the old music room in your grandfather's country house.

It had been the old, dusty grand piano, which must have been more than a hundred years old at that time. How the country house survived all these wars unscathed, you ask yourself to this day. Perhaps there had already been something magical about it at that time, which should remain untouched. Perhaps the small estate should remain an inconspicuous symbol of hope, the hope that at some point the sun and peace will return when the unbearable suffering and sorrow of this cruel time is over. When the wars were over and all those seeking protection who had fled to this country house were able to return to their own homes again. This house, this estate you can explain your childhood with a single word. Home.

You lift your thought-lost look from your empty, folded hands and look to Jungkook. He takes your breath away every time you see him. He is so special, such a wonderful and yet you firmly believe that he has not been chosen for you, such an ordinary woman as you are. He would belong to someone else with whom he would be happy, although he is the only one who was able to understand and read your works, the language in them. It... it had been such a beautiful moment when, six months ago, he stood in your newly opened studio, so absorbed by the painting of the forest of your childhood. All the other visitors had only looked at it briefly and smiled wearily at the fact that it was again only a landscape painting, but did not grasp what the story behind this work was. Why the artist chosed this very motif, to see, to feel what the creator wanted to communicate through the work.

But Jungkook had been different. He had given the work, your personal heart, a chance to unravel the true meaning behind it. He did it slowly, bit by bit with his eyes... grasped with his whole mind and heart and finally let himself be influenced as a whole. You could tell from his body reactions that he felt exactly what you had felt when you painted it last summer. Longing. Infinite Longing. Mixed together with melancholy, a little homesickness and sorrow to a unique emotional color. The day you painted it was the last time you saw the house in your official possession. Your grandfather had left it to you. But unfortunately you lacked money, you had to pay some debts and with the best will you could not earn the money in other ways. So you had to sell it with a heavy heart. Your beloved birth and childhood home and the associated lands, you had to sell your true home away. The picture is the only thing left of it. And Jungkook was the only person who understood what you wanted to express with the painting. Longing. My Homesickness.

When all these sensations came upon him, he involuntarily clenched his hands tightly, his chest lifted and lowered quickly, his Adam's apple hopped repeatedly. His eyes were glassy. He experienced your longing as directly as you did. He... is so special. So infinitely amiable. He... he is the only person who’s able to read your true feelings in your works. He is able to read between your brush strokes.

So today you will try him... to paint a confession of love with this act. Maybe he could read... what you feel for him. Even if you know that you will probably never see him again. Because you would not be the recipient of his love and affection. He's just too... too... gifted for a simple artist like you. He would never be your gifted person.

Your gaze glides tenderly and caressingly over his body. Trying to absorb every little detail of his body, his charisma and his character into you and let it flow into the painting. Every birthmark you want to put on the canvas and hold on. You want to show Jungkook how beautiful he is. How godlike he lies before you on this majestic chaiselongue, how masculine and muscular he is, as if he wanted to embody an Adonis. You want to paint every muscle, even the smallest visible muscle, on the canvas in a realistic manner, you want to capture the strength and security that he conveys to you over and over again and make it visible to him. And yet... his gaze often corresponds to that of an intimidated, insecure fawn, which does not dare to want to get up on his legs on his own. The fear of falling again is too big. Through this painting you want to show Jungkook what he really is, what he represents for you and what you feel for him. He is... so contradictory. He is strong, godlike, powerful... and at the same time, so infinitely uncertain, vulnerable... almost pure.

Silence enters your little studio, only the regular breathing of the other and the muffled noise of the busy world outside the door could be heard. Here... here, it feels like time is standing still for a moment for the two of you. Your shared eternity had begun.

To your happiness that it is summer right now and it stays bright for a long time. Today you take more time than usual to mix colors. You want to mix a shade that perfectly matches his skin tone. You want to get the exact color of his black hair down onto the canvas, and the perfect brown for his beautiful eyes. The evening sun and the leaves of the huge treetops in front of the large window conjure up the most beautiful patterns on his immaculate body. A game of light and shadow. It seems to you that Jungkook's body, every single pore of his body has a tiny diamond, so that he begins to sparkle in the sunlight like an infinitely precious jewel. The evening sun warms him, lays a thin layer of sweat over his body. Every detail you try to bring to the canvas, every feeling, every movement of my heart, everything you feel for him, you want to bring to this canvas. You want to make him a masterpiece. Because for you, he is the most beautiful specimen, the only true crown of the human creation.

Some black strands have come loose from his manbun and have fallen on his forehead. It looks stunning, to see him like that. I had never seen him with a messy or even completely open hair... but even now these strands loosened from the braid make his facial features look so much softer and more relaxed. In it, the adult and strong man united with a young, vulnerable, shy boy. The result is... infinitely beautiful. He possesses both sides, so he makes the seemingly inexhaustible divine human being.

His eyes, drawing his eyes with that expression in them, cost you a lot of nerves. Too often you misunderstood this infinite longing that you find in his dark, brown eyes. Again and again you have to restrain yourself, not just to get up, to go over to him... and to kiss him.

This longing look you misinterpret is as longing as you own... according to your closeness, your touch, your affection... according to your love. Because you love him. You love everything about him, his sheepish laugh, the way of rubbing his neck shyly, the way he speaks and explains his point of views about things, how he smells... just everything... every blemish he blames on himself, you think it’s like an artwork on him. He is so perfectly imperfect that you just fell in love with him.

The sun has already set and only the last pink and purple streaks could be seen in the sky, with which the past day says goodbye to the world. One last time you can hear the velvety stroke of the brush over the canvas before you finally put the brush aside. It is finished. You have given everything that is in your power, used all of your artistic abilities and knowledge to the utmost and you have incorporated everything that you feel and think about into this artwork. And what you see put a smile on your lips, but also makes your pulse rise. What will Jungkook say when he looks at it? He will see it... can he read what you feel for him in it?

With a trembling voice, you call Jungkook and look at him one last time. The last time the sight of this male beauty was granted to you. One last time.

After Jungkook has wrapped himself in the dressing gown again, he slowly comes towards you and your easel. Your heart is throbbing as if it really wants to fearfully flight and jump out of your chest. Your body gets hot and cold at the same time and suddenly your hands get sweaty, the dried color on your skin mixes with the sweat to a uncomfortable mess in your palms, which somehow makes you even more nervous. Then he stands next to you. Looking at the canvas for the first time himself. The last brushstroke is still drying.

Once again there is silence, which makes you incredibly nervous and with every second that passes, you want to follow your instinct to escape. Jungkook's pupils are dilated and blown out, whether with bewilderment or horror, you can not recognize. One of his hands shoots up his mouth, he trembles all over his body. Suddenly you hear a suppressed, throaty sobbing. Surprised and a little appalled, you look at Jungkook, who has shut his eyes tightly and presses the palm of his hand even harder on his mouth, as if he wants to muffle every sound. Tears escape the corners of his eyes. This is a reaction... which you would not have expected...

Gently, mindful of any kind of resistance, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't sob, he doesn't whimper. He just cries. Tenderly, consolingly you hold him, without wanting to distress him. He literally presses his face into the crook of your neck. Salty tears drench your blouse, but it doesn't bother you. The reason why he had such an emotional outburst, you just don't understand. But still... it's okay. It is valid.

As he slowly calms down and his breathes becomes regularly again, he carefully lifts his head out of the crook of your neck and wipes the last tears out of his eyes dry in slight embarrassment. He slowly releases himself from your embrace until you finally stand silently in front of each other.

"What title you’ll give this artwork?", he asks softly, in a rough, throaty voice. You swallow . "It shall be called 'Der Geliebte'. ...it is german and translated it means... ‘The beloved’ ", you say barely audibly and lower your head. After this confession, you can no longer look him in the eyes.

Jungkook takes a sharp breath in and you're actually just waiting for a devastating response from him that would be like a death threat. But nothing of this happened. Instead, your chin is suddenly raised by his fingertips and you look into Jungkook's beautiful eyes. He bites his lower lip a little uncertainly,his own gaze falls on your pretty shaped lips.

"Do you... do you allow me to kiss you?", he asks quietly... barely audible for you even though you’re standing so close to each other. He doesn't dare to look you into the eyes after such a question, he is too afraid that you deny his request. But you can hardly believe your luck, a high pitched ‘yes!’ flew over your lips and before you can control yourself, you press your own lips right onto his. They are incredibly soft and kiss you back in such a delightfully and endearing insecure and shy manner as no other could ever have done it.

Your heart beats full of joy and bliss and in your belly, the butterflies fly somersaults of all different kinds that your whole body began to tingle. Your mind cannot get a grasp of all this yet, but this... you don't need any more of it at this moment anyway.

The kiss is tender, shy and somewhat uncertain from both sides. Jungkook is very insecure and shy, but before he can escape like a frightened deer again, you put your arms around his neck and let your hands rest in the nape of his scalp. Again and again you detach yourselves from each other only for the fraction of a second to get a breath of air into your lungs in order to find each other lips again... until you stopped for a few seconds.

"I like you... I like you really, really much, Jungkook... I even dare to say that I fell on love with you.", you mutter softly against his lips. His shy, happy smile was too much for you, so you immediately kiss him again. Perhaps because of the sheer joy and maybe of the certainty that he feels the same for you, the next kiss turns into something more passionate than before...

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