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cockdestroyer32 · 1 year

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all mine

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 2304

summary: after the events in the bullet train in tokyo, you and ladybug have a new job in a new place, unfortunately, you're not alone.

a/n: okay so in this reader's codename is sarin. and you're besties w ladybug bc I lov him. title is from brent faiyaz's 'all mine' which has nothing to do with this fic but I didn't know what to name this and I rlly love that song so. also no smut in this.

When I grow up, I wanna be famous I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies, when I grow up I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have groupies.

The song blew out of the car’s speakers, and both you and Ladybug sang each word perfectly (and very obnoxiously, you were practically yelling out the lyrics.) He drove and you sat in the passenger seat, you both swinging your arms around dancing tirelessly as the citizens of Greece who were able to spy inside the moving car judged your shameless partying. You hadn’t seen Ladybug in months, so when you found out you were finally going to be assigned to a mission together again, you both beamed, and got together to plan your entire trip from the cities of New York to the city of Larissa. You went from cackling a little too loudly at comedy movies on the plane, to endless chatter at the airport, to listening to your iconic super duper awesome 2000s hits playlist on a rented Jeep (the playlist title was Ladybug’s decision.) There’s no one you’d rather work with. Except…you weren’t working alone tonight.

This hit wasn’t just any hit, it was a stakeout. So, Lemon and Tangerine were called.

You had walked into Tangerine a few times before; New Zealand, Cuba, Romania, and Tokyo, of course. You’d been the longest with him while in Tokyo, when you had to team up because of a lost briefcase. He was incredibly irritating and the different ways you both did your job clashed immensely, but by the end of the night you two had worked frustratingly well together.

You’d never met Lemon before though, you hoped to God he wasn’t just a Tangerine 2.

“Oh, boo!” Ladybug starts and you join him when you look up.

“Booo!” You yell out at the warehouse as if it’s just told some awful joke at a stand-up show.

The building has the same architectural creativity as a cardboard box. Except that instead of brown, it’s grey and dirty, and instead of holding a gift you just spent the last days waiting anxiously to arrive at your home, it just holds the next gruesome hours you’ll spend planning your hit.

You and Ladybug allow The Pussycat Dolls to finish the last few seconds of their song and turn off BlueTooth before you can be sad about not singing Britney.

You sigh and say, “It’s gonna be a long night.”

“Yep, but the sooner we do it sooner we’re done. Come on, let’s meet the fruit duet.” You chuckle.

The warehouse acted as a lighthouse, the nighttime a sea of nothingness. You can spot the remnants of the trucks that passed by in this area marked in the muddy ground. Tonight smells of wet grass and fancy dinner parties, the ones you should be in right now.

You enter the warehouse, the night’s cold air vanishes and it shifts to a warm, still atmosphere. You take off your coat. Tangerine and two other men are already in the room. Even at such a dead spot in town, Tangerine is still dressed elegantly, sporting a blue striped suit that fitted him perfectly, and smelling of rich men’s perfume. You often wondered if he could fight in those suits. Although you loved a good luxurious suit—God knows your blood money could buy one, your closet was full of Versace, Vivienne Westwood, Dolce & Gabbana and Burberry—you preferred to wear more tactical outfits for the job, you know, in case someone fucked something up and everything went to shit.

“That’s Lemon, by the way.” Ladybug whispers to you, while pointing his head to the man standing in front of Tangerine.

“What? I thought they were supposed to be twins,” Ladybug shrugs.

“Um, I hope we’re not late…you’re Lemon I suppose?” You pretend like Ladybug didn’t just tell you and offer a handshake. He takes it.

“That’s right, and you’re...”

“Sarin.”

You look over to his brother.

“Tangerine.” A nod, no handshake.

“Sarin.”

“You’ve met Ladybug.” You say to the two brothers.

“Yes, we had the pleasure.” The taller man doesn’t hide the sarcasm.

“Accommodating as always, Tangerine.”

“So, shall we?” Says the other man in the room, the one who was managing this whole thing, and you all follow him.

He takes you to a desk where there lie multiple files on different workers and a big map layout of the warehouse. The man shows all of you the place, discussing what approach the team should take for the mission, at what time each one should arrive at the building, the shift times of each warehouse worker, the spots each one should be in…and so on and so forth. Time passes relatively quickly, demanding you and Ladybug a secret high-five, and you all turn to look at the man who’d organized this.

“Yeah. That’s it.” The man repeats.

“Yeah.” You agree, still looking at him.

“You can go home now.” He practically demands.

“Uhh, I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to get paid now,” Lemon adds.

“You’ll get paid after you get the job done.”

“Did you not get the memo lad? We get first half now and second half after the job is done.” Tangerine said.

“Yeah, we’re supposed to get paid now, didn’t our handler message you?” You asked honestly.

“Well I didn’t bring the money, so what do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, but we’re getting paid.” Tangerine insisted.

“There are lots of ATMs in Larissa…” Ladybug spoke. The man mutters some curse word under his breath,

“Fine. I’ll get you your fucking money, but you’re gonna have to wait.” He disappears from sight, making his way up the stairs in the corner of the building.

“Damn, what a Gordon.” Lemon remarks.

“Thomas the Tank Engine?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

“Nah, I think he’s more of a James, just super cocky.”

“Oh my God, there’s two of them.” Tangerine sighs.

“I’m gonna go get some air.” You say.

With your coat in hand, you make your way to a backdoor on the side of the warehouse. Slipping the garment on as soon as you open it, the chilly air cutting through your skin. You slide your hand into one of the coat pockets, finding a small rectangular box and a smooth metallic item. You fish one of the cigarettes out of the box and light it, inhaling the nicotine, warming your body while letting yourself freeze in the moment. You were so far out of town that you couldn’t hear any of the cars, any of the people in Larissa, your team also seemed to be particularly quiet inside the building. Here, it was silent, save for crickets chirping in the vast nothingness that was the field at nighttime. Tomorrow it’d be full of people, receiving and delivering new packages, trucks coming and going and workers arguing amongst each other, all their chatter overlapping, sounds of life, until you all arrive and the sounds of an active workplace morph into that of an action movie, slashing and yelling (no guns, this was supposed to be a somewhat subtle and more practical job) and then, nothing. The building once again ghost quiet, but this time painted red.

It didn’t bother you. You’d been in this business for way too long to be perturbed by the sounds of the dead now. You knew what you were getting yourself into from the beginning, this is no bombshell. Although the still of a city that’s beginning to fall asleep is much better than one that had its commotion ripped away from it. So you took these quiet moments you had to yourself and held them tightly in your hand, like some old trinket gifted to you by someone special. And for a few moments, as you exhaled the smoke out of your body, you felt outside of space and time, frozen in the moment, your feet planted on the ground, scared that if you move even an inch, you’ll fall off the face of the earth. You melt off the moment when you feel a pair of eyes on you.

Tangerine stands by the back door on your right, looking at you. You’re not sure how long he’s been there, but he has a calm look on his face, a smile on his eyes but not on his lips, by far much different than all of the ticked-off facial expressions you’d seen on him before.

“The fuck are you looking at?” You tease.

“Geez. I’ve just come to get some air.” He walks in your direction. You offer him your cigarette, he takes it. You two breathe together for a while before you ask,

“Do you like this?”

“What? Jobs in the middle of nowhere handled by some fucking dickhead who can’t even pay us right?”

“No. This.” You look around, motioning slightly to your surroundings, “The quiet. We don’t get a lot of it in our job.”

“I suppose we don’t,” He passes the cigarette back to you. “It is kinda nice, I can hear my thoughts for once, don’t have to listen to Lemon yapping about.”

You snort. “He’s nice. I was scared he was gonna be like you.”

“What? I’m nice.”

You stare at him.

“How am I not nice?” He continues.

“How are you not nice? Okay let’s see, you’re impatient, you’re always irritated, you look like you’re constantly on the edge of throwing a fit, you’re always cursing people out and you always got that look on your face of a teen girl who just got her phone taken away by her parents.”

He takes this in for a second, surprised at the speed of your answer, as if you’d been waiting for this moment for a while, and maybe you were.

“Hm…still think I’m nice.” He adds, you smile to yourself, nodding your head in fake disbelief.

You can feel his eyes on you, even as you take another puff on your cigarette and stare at the darkness. You don’t look back, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“S, Fruit, guy’s back.” Ladybug pops out of the door, and you follow him back into the building, followed then by Tangerine.

The man now holds bags of money, one for you and Ladybug, and one for Lemon and Tangerine. You finally leave the warehouse, each of you making your way to your hotel rooms. And you would’ve been able to wash the night off your body and rest on the hotel’s comfy bed, if it wasn’t for the misplaced amounts of money. See, your bag and Ladybug’s held only his share, not yours. Thankfully, it wasn’t some scam, your money was placed along with Lemon and Tangerine’s. So, now you’re going up an elevator to Tangerine’s room to get your share. You knock on 215 and he opens the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey, come in.” You walk into the room, but only close the door slightly, not shutting it, and you stand next to it, ready to just get your money and leave, not expecting to stay here any longer than you have to. He goes to the back of the room and brings back a bag, “Here.”

“Thanks,” You spy inside the room, the place is quiet, most of the lights are off and it holds only one bed. “Is Lemon not here?”

“No, different hotel, leave no trail and such.”

“Oh.” You’re genuinely surprised. Shit, that’s smart, perhaps you and Ladybug aren’t as great professionals as you thought you were—even if the bar when you two worked together was already pretty low.

“What? Is me delivering your money instead that bad?”

You snort. “No, no, that I don’t mind.”

You look at each other for a second, perhaps you should be on your way-

“Are you staying in Greece after the job?”

“Uh, no. Me and Ladybug are going back to New York right after.”

“Oh.” He looks down, the expression on his face something you can’t quite read. “Are you and Ladybug…”

“No! God, no!” You almost yell. “No, he’s my best friend.”

“Oh, right.”

“Why?”

“Just…curious.”

Hm. Curious.

You stare at each other again, a smile on your eyes but not on your lips.

“Okay, I should get going.” You start opening the door to leave.

“Wait,” He says, grabbing your arm. “I think…you should stay here the night.”

The smile reaches your lips, amused. “Why?”

“You know, you could just stay here the night, if you want…”

“Okay but, why?” You tease. He furrows his brows. “I’m sorry Tangerine, I just don’t know what you’re telling me.” Your words are of someone genuinely confused, but your face and tone tell a different story. He catches on and sighs.

“I’m just saying…you could spend the night here, with me.”

You click your tongue, “Tangerine…you have to speak clearly.”

He squeezes your arm, and approaches his face to yours, changing his tone, “Sarin. I want you to stay. I want you.”

You let your lips fully curve up this time, pleased.

You put both your hands on his face, and close the space between you, only placing a light kiss on his lips, then pulling away to see his reaction. He keeps his eyes shut for a moment, as if still in the moment. Then, he opens his eyes, staring at you for a second, and pulls you in for a stronger kiss. His hands at first cupping your face, then one makes his way towards you back, pulling you in closer, even though you were already as close as you could possibly be right now. You shut the door with your foot behind you, not letting each other go for even one second. Tonight your own bed’s gonna have to wait for you.

#bullet train fanfic #tangerine bullet train #bullet train tangerine #tangerine #tangerine fanfic #tangerine fic #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine x you #tangerine x fem!reader #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train #tangerine x reader

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joblrcensus · 3 months

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it’s time for the JOblr census results 🧡🙌

before we start i want to thank everyone who took their time to answer this silly little project, gathering responses from 203 baby boos!! it’s my first time doing this so hopefully i can bring some excitement with the results <3

so buckle up and let’s get into it

general questions

Which continent are you from?

Unsurprisingly, the majority is European with a total of 80.8% but it’s amazing to see that they’ve crossed the continent’s border and we also have 9.9% people from North America, 3.9% from Australia & Oceania, 3.4% from Asia and 2% from South America. No person chose the Africa option.

Which country are you from? (optional)

With this being an optional question, 162 respondents out of 203 opted to answer it. Let’s take a look at the top countries by number of people in JOblr (small note: I counted the few people who wrote England or Scotland as part of the UK answer)

Drumrolls 🥁…..

Finland - 29

UK & USA - 15

Germany - 11

Poland - 9

Italy - 8

Australia - 7

Sweden - 6

Austria, Spain, The Netherlands - 5

Croatia, Slovenia - 4

Czechia, France, Romania - 3

Belgium, Canada, Denmark, Hungary, Lithuania, Norway, Philippines, Portugal, Ukraine - 2

Bolivia, Brazil, China, Estonia, Greece, Iceland, India, Luxembourg, Malta, Mexico, Russia, Switzerland - 1

How old are you?

45.8% of us are between 18-25, following by 23.6% between 26-30, 18.2% between 31-45, 10.8% under 18 and two people who are over 45 years old.

Are you part of the LGBTQ+ community?

Remember when they said Joker Out are for the girls and gays? 🏳️‍🌈

Well that was absolutely not wrong since 77.3% baby boos answered that yes they are part of the community, while 11.8% are questioning and 10.8% have answered no

tumblr activity questions

How do you participate on JOblr?

a majority of 98 people are mostly reblogging posts in the fandom but sometimes making posts of their own, 38 are only reblogging while 36 lurkers have stepped out of the shadow and made themselves known. The least amount of people (31) said to be active posters

Do you post any of the following?

It’s already known this fandom is mad talented and entertaining!! It’s always a joy seeing everyone’s creations and posts no matter the type. And the people who are only enjoying and supporting the content are just as important 🫶

Do you also post about Käärijä?

Since these two fandoms are basically overlapping, sometimes even seen as one fandom, I was curious just how much

50.7% also post about Käärijä outside of Joker Out, while 35% don’t post about him at all (or perhaps very rarely). 14.3% are mainly coming from Käärijä’s fandom

joker out questions

How did you find out about Joker Out?

Another unsurprising result, with 89.7% of us finding out about them through Eurovision. But it was really cool to see that there are people who discovered them differently. Ten people found out about them through Tumblr or other social media, to four they were recommended by someone and one through a music platform. The “other” option was chosen as well and included:

finding out about JO through Käärijä

through a music blog review

on slovenian radio

Who from the current members is your favorite?

One of the hardest questions but it had to be done

So Tumblr’s top favorite members areee:

Bojan - 69 votes

Jan - 42 votes

Kris - 40 votes

Nace - 35 votes

Jure - 17 votes

Have you been to a Joker Out concert?

I did not expect this one to be so balanced but I am pleasantly surprised! 104 people have been to a JO concert, while 99 haven’t. It often feels like you’re the only person who hasn’t seen them live yet but it’s nice to see that you’re not alone, so if anyone feels the same don’t worry our time will come too 🥹

If you answered yes, have you seen them multiple times?

Out of the 104 people who previously answered yes, there’s still a balance between those who have been to only one concert and those who have been to multiple

If you’re into RPF, which one of the most popular ships (according to AO3) is your favorite?

Another optional question where 181 out of 203 opted to respond to.

Oh boy, ooooh boy this was a tough battle. It felt like I was watching a horse race. I can tell you that all three ships have been at some point in the first place, or even equal. Are you ready to see the most interesting result yet?

Drumrolls again 🥁…….

BoJere - 58 votes

BoKris - 57 votes

Jance - 56 votes

The “other” option was also chosen and the following ships were included:

BoMartin

Jan/Jure

Kris/Jure

Nace/Kris

Nace/Jere

poly!JO

aaaand that’s it, you made it to the end 🫶 hope you enjoyed and why not see you on the next census!!

#sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes:))#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #jure maček #kris guštin #nace jordan

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silverlining317 · 3 months

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The thing about dragons

I always thought Ginny's joke about the Hungarian Horntail had something personal behind it. After all, Harry was pretty impressive on the first task.

Ginny let her mouth open slightly along with the rest of the audience in the stands. Dragons!

Dragons,she repeated to herself, tapping her forehead. It was obvious now that they had been dragons all along, and both Hermione and Harry had known about it. Ginny felt foolish for not having figured out the reason for her brother Charlie's mysterious visit to Hogwarts earlier. She also regretted failing to understand Hermione's sudden interest in the day job of a dragon trainer in Romania. Most of all, she regretted not having had the opportunity to help Harry by telling him the answer to the question that his brother always gave when asked how he managed with the most rebellious dragons: 'Conjunctivitis'.

Ron looked at her suspiciously, as if he could read her internal monologue and knew that she had not yet gotten over her feelings for Harry, despite what she had promised her brothers over and over again during the summer. But really, what did Ron care? He and Harry hadn't spoken in weeks, and Harry wouldn't be staying at the Burrow anymore. So it didn't matter if she still found herself drooling every time she saw Harry smile. Ron and his big mouth, ruining everything.

Anyway, that was in the past, Ginny no longer drooled over him or any other man; she was following a strict improvement plan based on the rules in the September issue of Teenage Witch. Thats why she had refused to wear any Gryffindor badge or hold any sign during the first test, except for the pin under her robes.

Bagman left the tent once again, and upon hearing the whistle, Cedric followed him. The Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin stands erupted in applause, chanting "The true champion." Ginny clenched her fists and was surprised to see that her gesture was copied by Ron.

Cedric appeared uneasy and took a hesitant step forward. He then raised his wand towards one of the rocks surrounding the Swiss shortnose dragon. Suddenly, the rock turned golden. Was he looking to create an imitation of the egg in order to replace it? The barking that followed ruled out such a hypothesis, leaving the audience just as confused.

The farmer began to run across the field, diverting the dragon's attention. Cedric took advantage of the distraction and began to try to get closer to the nest. Step by step, slowly and cautiously until his feet broke a branch on the ground, a sound imperceptible to humans but more than enough for the dragon.

Fire, burning the left side of Cedric's body. Climbing Fleur's skirt. Spitting into the air trying to catch Viktor Krum, until it was finally Harry's turn to face the largest and most fearsome of them all: the Hungarian Horntail.

The dragon's yellow eyes glared at Harry. Its scale-covered tail hit the ground once, twice, three times, in warning. To the sides, the audience was booing, but Harry didn't seem to hear the crowd. His eyes were completely focused on the dragon's wings.

Harry raised his wand and shouted, "Accio Firebolt!"— but nothing happened. The crowd began to laugh, led by Slytherin, and then the broom flew through the air straight into his right hand. Without wasting another second, Harry climbed onto it and began flying in the direction of the horntail.

"He's crazy," Ron said. But Ginny couldn't find the strength to respond. Her eyes were fixed on the broom, watching it move from side to side and up and down, trying to distract the mother from those eggs.

"THE TAIL!" Ron shouted, getting up from his seat, but it was too late. The scales had torn his robe. His brother sat down on the edge of the stands again.

"Now he is talking to her??" Ron squeezed Ginny's knee hard.

The beast stood on its hind legs and raised its black wings, but before the animal understood what was happening, Harry dived at full speed in the direction of the eggs, grabbing the golden prize just as he had seen himself catch the snitch in numerous matches.

Harry was an incredible quidditch player, the best on the broomstick, and the bravest. Ginny sighed; she was lost. No one would ever top that. A dragon! He had flown over a dragon!

"He is so incredible and fearless..." Ginny said to her brother, but Ron was already in the field running towards the tent. At least she would have more summers to drool over the image of Harry flying in her yard, recreating the confrontation with the horntail over and over again.

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-'' You know, this is precisely the reason why Romilda asked me the other day if it was true that you had a Hippogriff tattooed on your chest''- Ginny said taking a breath.

"What?" Harry stopped short for a millisecond before bursting into laughter.

The two were in one of the broom closets on the third floor enjoying the last hours of Saturday. Their ties lie on the floor next to their robes, Harry's shirt completely unbuttoned, and Ginny's skirt a few inches higher than her mother or McGonagall would approve.

"Why a hippogriff?" Harry asked, clearing his throat as if finally noticing the state of their clothing.

"I think," said Ginny, fixing her hair with her hand, "that is because of your trip to third year, but it seems to me like a waste to choose a flight across the lake during Hagrid's class as your best adventure. Anyway don't worry, I told her it was actually a Hungarian horntail. Much more masculine''

"Did you tell Romilda what?" Harry said mortified.

Ginny rested her hands on Harry's still uncovered chest again, waiting to see how the blush crept up his cheeks, she loved having that power over him after having blushed for him for so many years.

-'' I told her that you have a Hungarian horntail on your chest'' - Ginny said with a devilish smile - ''You should consider it, by the way.''

-'' And why would I get a dragon tattoo?''- Harry rested his hand on Ginny's back, bringing her even closer if that was possible.

-"I never told you?" said Ginny, "how much did it impress me that you outflew a dragon?"

-"No, I don't think so," Harry said, pretending to remember.

-"It was the most impressive thing I saw you do," Ginny added, running her hands over his chest.

-''Yes?''- Harry asked.

Ginny nodded and sealed the distance between their lips once again, undoing the two buttons that had cost Harry so much.

-"I think Sirius would have approved of a tattoo," Harry said almost breathlessly before leaning down to kiss her once more.

#hinny #harry and ginny #ginny weasley #hinny fanfic

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eurovision-revisited · 2 months

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Eurovision 2003: The Scoreboard

The one thing this year that isn't made out of modelling clay is the scoreboard. It's yellow and green, yes, but the lines are rigid and there are no flowers anywhere to be seen. It's less curvy that 2002 even though it's ensconced in the sweep of a huge yellow arch.

When we are introduced to the spokespersons, the clay and the flowers return. The contrast between the soft, non-computer generated graphics - even in 2003 highly unusual - and the spreadsheet of the scoreboard is incongruous. The colour are drawn from a different palate. It feels like trying to animated the scoreboard was a step too far and they had to go with plan B. Somewhere in the archives of LTV I'm sure there's a proof-of-concept tape with a fully clay animated scoreboard somewhere.

2003 Spoilers below - watch out if you haven't seen it and I really recommend watching this one...

2003 is one of the all-time classic voting sequences. It's enhanced by the investment of the entire watching audience specifically wanting one of the songs not to win. Belgium, Türkiye and Russia go head to head, swapping positions at the top of the scoreboard over the course of the vote. Every time Russia get points, there are boos and cheers for the other two. Another delightful wrinkle is that the two other countries would have been relegated this year if the EBU had stuck to their initial decisions.

With two countries left, Türkiye are in third on 149 points, Russia on 150 points with Belgium having their lead eroded but still 12 points clear on 162. Technically any of those three can still do it.

Then Sweden blank Belgium. And then they only give Russia 2. Türkiye get 8. Türkiye move up to second, five points behind, Russia are ten points behind, seeing their chances recede.

Slovenia are the last country giving points and the tension builds throughout the poorly time cringe of Slovenia's spokesperson Peter Poles's jokey disappearance from the screen. When he returns to deliver the points, he kills off Russia's chance almost immediately by giving Belgium three points. But Türkiye can still do it and the crowds murmuring audibly increases as he approaches the bigger points. When Peter announces that Slovenia give Türkiye ten points and thus confirm the shock come from behind victory by two points for Türkiye, no one notices that they give Russia 12 and thus they're only a single point behind Belgium in third.

All of this is heightened by having the entire green room not only fully in view of the cameras but in front of the whole audience in the Skonto Hall. It's truly one of the best scoring sequences ever. Unless you're Belgian.

Or from the UK. Famously, this is the contest when not only do the UK finish last for the first time ever, but also end up with that rarest of scores, zero points. As their are 26 entries for the first time, the UK are now the only country to have ever finished as low as 26th in the Eurovision Song Contest. This results shock the whole UK so badly that it took two decades for the country to come to terms with it.

The last note is that two separate point ties this year, one for 8th place between Iceland and Spain and one for 11th place between Ireland and Germany.

That full final table:

Türkiye - Sertab Erener - "Everyway That I Can" - 167 points

Belgium - Urban Trad - "Sanomi" - 165 points

Russia - t.A.T.u - "Ne ver', ne boysia" - 164 points

Norway - Jostein Hasselgård - "I'm Not Afraid to Move On" - 123 points

Sweden - Fame - "Give Me Your Love" - 107 points

Austria - Alf Poier - "Weil der Mensch zählt" - 101 points

Poland - Ich Troje - "Keine Grenzen – Żadnych granic" - 90 points

Iceland - Birgitta - "Open Your Heart" - 81 points

Spain - Beth - "Dime" - 81 points (joint 8th)

Romania - Nicola - "Don't Break My Heart" - 73 points

Ireland - Mickey Harte - "We've Got the World" - 53 points

Germany - Lou - "Let's Get Happy" - 53 points (joint 11th)

Netherlands - Esther Hart - "One More Night" - 45 points

Ukraine - Olexandr - "Hasta la vista" - 30 points

Croatia - Claudia Beni - "Više nisam tvoja" - 29 points

Bosnia & Herzegovina - Mija Martina - "Ne brini" - 27 points

Greece - Mando - "Never Let You Go" - 25 points

France - Louisa Baïleche - "Monts et merveilles" - 19 points

Israel - Lior Narkis - "Words for Love" - 17 points

Cyprus - Stelios Constantas - "Feeling Alive" - 15 points

Estonia - Ruffus - "Eighties Coming Back" - 14 points

Portugal - Rita Guerra - "Deixa-me sonhar" - 13 points

Slovenia - Karmen - "Nanana" - 7 points

Latvia - F.L.Y. - "Hello from Mars" - 5 points

Malta - Lynn Chircop - "To Dream Away" - 4 points

United Kingdom - Jemini - "Cry Baby" - 0 points

#esc #esc 2003 #eurovision #eurovision song contest #riga #riga 2003 #Latvia #scoreboard

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lactodebillus-bulgaricus · 1 year

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bulgaria decides to have a stand-up comedy night where he’s the one who’s telling the jokes while the other eu countries are the audience (it’s cuz he wants to stand out in a positive way). it's his first time on stage and he has some stage fright, although he manages to partially overcome it by thinking of yogurt and of yogurt jokes. his friends are backstage with him, trying to make him more confident.

'based on what I've observed throughout the years, I believe you're gonna make them laugh' greece says

'yeah though you better make them laugh at your jokes rather than laugh at you' turkey chimes in

'it's alright, bulgaria, you're gonna succeed. you're a quick thinker, you always have ideas racing one after the other' romania tries to calm him down. 'you'll definitely gonna stand out and everyone will see how cool u are'

then bulgaria comes on stage in front of the eu countries, who are applauding him (which makes him happy but really nervous at the same time, like what if he messes things up?). although a bit awkward at first, he decides to break the ice with a simple joke.

'good evening guys! so as u know, covid is still a thing so we gotta keep ourselves clean. I just washed my hands. there was liquid soap. it was white and gooey. y'know what else is white and gooey?’ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he smiles smugly at the audience and raises his eyebrows several times.

everyone is quiet.

'BULGARIAN YOGURT!' bulgaria exclaims proudly, although his joy and his smirk quickly vanish as he notices nobody's laughing. instead, everyone is staring at him in an annoyed way

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'um.. is this thing on?' he taps on the microphone, producing annoying sounds. 'oh, it is. excuse me, I said "bulgarian yogurt".'

then romano is like 'BOO! YOU SUCK! GET OFF THE STAGE!' and the other nations follow quickly, either booing bulgaria, or laughing at bulgaria being heckled. he throws his microphone at romano, who narrowly dodges it.

'YOU JERKS DON'T UNDERSTAND COMEDY' he storms off the stage almost crying

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Winter White Wolf

CHAPTER 1

To be in this new world, living a life outside of his brain-washed state. It was just going, great. After the events of the flagsmashers he was promoted to the team. Great. Did he want that? Well, what else would a semi-stable 106-year-old man do with his time? Nothing. Absolutely, nothing. Bucky spent his time walking around Brookyln, trying to piece together his memories. It was either that or spend time with Alpine, the cat he rescued. Why did he get a cat? Good question. Raynor had told him it was good for therapy, heck, he didn't mind the cat - all it did was sleep. He had somewhat gotten a hold of them nightmares. Now he was just a ghost. A Brooklyn ghost. Boo.

There had been a term that was used for him, some kid called him an emo. What the hell was an emo, you say? Well, Bucky did ask what it meant, not the kid though - he asked Stark. Stark only laughed and said it had something to do with the fact that Bucky looked as if he was either ready to murder someone, or that he was done with life completely. Those were apparently the only two emotions he showed. Bucky had emotions. Bucky simply did not like showing emotions. What else did people expects? For ninety years he was used as a fucking murder weapon.

But here was, on another darn mission with the team. Now that the flag smashers were gone, they were tasked to clean up the mess they made. Did Bucky agree with it? It depended. But what was consistence was Sams constant annoyance. Bucky often wondered how much easier would it be if he returned as one man, without him. Then he thought about the fact that Sam's sister, Sarah, would kill him and have her friend Carlos hide his body somewhere. Maybe if that comms system hadn't of went down he would have heard Natasha's warnings, and then they wouldn't be in this predicament they were in of being surrounded by people who wished to murder them. Maybe, just maybe Sam wouldn't have gotten his dumb ass shot if he had of went right, instead of left - like Bucky had said. But low and behold, whatever Bucky planned, no matter how much he planned ahead, it never worked out.

"Get out of here man." Sam said, groaning as he held a hand to his side, covering the obvious gunshot wound, trying to at least stem the bleeding.

"What? No. As much as I would love to leave you, Sarah would kill me." Bucky said, annoyed as he crouched down beside Sam.

"Its good, man. Honestly, its just a scratch." Sam claimed, which Bucky knew to be bullshit, and his thoughts were confirmed when Sam moved his hand, causing a fresh stream of blood to flow "Huh? Okay, maybe its not a scratch." Sam said, paling slightly.

Sighing, Bucky got to his feet, carefully glancing over the counter of the market, which was now, thankfully, clear of civilians. They had been unfortunate and unlucky to be caught in the crossfire that unsued. Thankfully, the members of this certain organisation had been bad shots, pretty shit shooters. Well, apart from the one that got Sam, that is.

What he wanted was for these god damn comms to come online again, so Natasha could at least tell them what she could see from the quinjet. Would it not be easier for Nat to simply shoot these dicks? Yeah, it would have bee. But apparently they didn't do, easy. But they weren't supposed to be in Romania, in fact if word got to the states that the Avengers were here, they would be in a shit ton of trouble. Which was why they weren't suited and booted. But, some mad scientist was trying to create his own drug, one that would mutate a human and give him some sort of, power? Why would someone do that, you ask? Who the fuck knows. Bucky hated the future and everything that came with it.

"S-am, -uck, ......" Nats voice was broken as it came through on the comms.

"Not sounding very good, Nat." Bucky told her.

"Inco-.....extr-....coming." Nat said, and Bucky looked over at Sam.

"What the fuck did she jus- Behind you!" Sam groaned, and bucky turned to see a man coming his way.

They fought and Bucky took him down easily but the hairs on the back of his neck tingled as someone moved behind him. Turning, he was met with the bruised face of a woman, wearing the same suit that Nat usually wore on her missions, a belt clinching in her waist. Her chestnut hair was shoulder length, but it was a bit dishevelled - as if she had just been in a fight. He launched at her with one of his knives, which she blocked easily, taking out her gun which he quickly deflected, knocking it from her hand before she got the chance to use it. Quickly picking it up, he pointed the barrel at her head, causing the woman to tilt her head, an almost smirk pulling on her face. She didn't back down, instead she lifted her hand, an instant force hitting him in the chest and knocking him back. What the hell was that?

When Bucky sat up, he was shocked to see his knife that he had previously tried to use on the woman in the knife of one of the men who was previously attacking them, causing him to collapse on top of Sam, causing him to spew out a string of curses. As another man approached the woman, she turned towards him, waiting for him to approach before she blocked each blow he made, hitting him repeatedly in each pressure point, before she made a snake-like movement around his body, bracing him in a choke hold position with her legs as she floored him. As another approached, instead of fighting, she lifted her hand, causing him to fall back - the same thing this woman had done on Bucky.

Standing up, he lifted the gun she had previously tried to use on him, pointing it at her. As she turned, she studied his face. Who the hell was this woman?

"Put your hands up." Bucky shouted towards her "Wait, don't put your hands up." They did that thing.

"Nat, I don't think they got your message." The woman spoke. Her voice had an Eastern European twinge to it, it wasn't strong but he could still hear it. As he slowly approached her, he patted her down for weapons with a single hand, whilst he kept the gun pointed at her.

"Wait. Alina, is that you?" Sams said, he knew this woman?

"Christ, Barnes, shes part of the team. Back down." Nat said over the coms. She sounded disappointed.

"Will one of you please get this dead person off me!" Sam pleaded, slumped in the corner. Bucky gave the woman a glare, telling her that he was in fact, keeping the gun as he touched it into his waistband.

"He dropped like a bag of bricks." Sam groaned as Bucky rolled the man off him, easily.

"You know, a little warning would have been nice, Romanoff." Bucky hissed into the comms

"I did warn you! I literally said there was incoming, that I was sending an extra pair of hands. Its not my fault this place has shitty signal." Natasha defended.

"Its these buildings, this place. Its old." The woman said, glancing around at the place before her gaze landed on them both "Samual, a pleasure as always."

"Irina, I would say the same but..." Sam moved his hand away from the gunshot wound and this woman, nodded her head slowly.

"Follow Irina, she knows where I am parked." Natasha's voice came through, and Bucky picked Sam up, throwing him over his shoulder.

Carrying a downed team member was never easy, even for a super soldier. But, it was faster than Sam trying to hobble his way back. Getting out of that place meant they were breaking cover, leaving themselves open, making leaving a little more difficult. Gun shots rang out as the rest of the men who were after them, began closing in. This woman turned, reaching behind Bucky to where he placed the gun in his waist band, offering him a smile as she done it, completely unconcerned, she then turned back, firing at those men. Apparently, he was not allowed to keep the gun.

As they walked, she worked, aiming her gun and firing. As soon as the ammunition ran out, she turned, tucking the gun back into Bucky's waistband. So, he was keeping the gun? Before turning, and just as she had done with him, she let her hands do the work, knocking the men back with a single movement of her hand. They seemed to have lost them, or did she just kill them? Because they were walking through a busy market street, the locals were giving them weird looks. They entered a house, passing a very confused family, headed down a flight of stairs into a basement and out a door through a backyard out to a densely forested area, and out of nowhere a ramp appeared.

The three of them entered the quinjet and Bucky set Sam in one of the seats as Natasha started take off procedures. They were in the air without delays and once they reached a cruising altitude, Natasha turned on the autopilot to check on them with a mediket. This woman, had already taken Sams shirt off, examining the wound as if she had done it many times before. She wore surgical gloves as she dug her fingers into the wound.

Meanwhile, Sams face was stuck on the one expression ; pain.

"Irina, do not touch that." Sam warned, causing her to look up.

"Im sorry, its in a really weird place. Its like, do I press against your liver or press against your intensines ; you know?" She told him, clearing her throat.

"Two fingers in and you can feel all that? I don't know if I should be amused or down right concerned." Sam half laughed, as the woman looked up at him with a smile.

"What would hurt the most?" Bucky asked from his seat

"Would you like me to try it on you? So then you can be the judge?" The woman asked, turning her head to look at him, raising her brow. Bucky rolled his eyes, looking away. He could hear Sam's laughter.

"Getting shot is bad, but getting repeatedly stabbed is worse." Natasha admitted, moving to hold Sam's hand

"I have been shot, and stabbed. Getting shot is better." The woman said as she finally pulled the bullet out, examining it before dropping it into Sam's free hand with a smile.

"Yeah. Tell that to the guy you stabbed in the throat back there." Bucky said from where he was sitting, looking at them.

"You stabbed someone in the throat?" Natasha asked, looking at the woman.

"Barnes stole my gun. Wilson was about to get killed by that guy." The woman offered, giving a slight shrug

"I didn't know Romanoff had back up onboard." Bucky reminded them.

"She actually wasn't...onboard. What were you doing here, Irina?" Natasha asked, looking at the woman who simply shrugged.

"Enjoying the country." The woman said, earning her a look of disapproval from Natasha because it was obviously a lie.

"Well, Barnes, this is Irina Petrova. You would have met in passing at the battle for earth." Natasha mumbled, her gaze staying on Irina.

"Yeah, were I was literally trapped and nearly DROWNING. You are all lucky I finally figured out this whole...vibration thing." Irina said, looking at her hands. Vibration thing? So that's what that was?

"I had a lot going on that day, Irina. There was no way I was able to get you out of there myself. I was getting Bruce to help get you out. Plus, Fury helped in the end too." Natasha said defensively.

"Yeah, so did several wakandans and a fucking wizard. Like I said, lucky I figured out the vibration thing."

Bucky kind off remembered, not that he wasn't occupied himself, but he did remember. She had a done a run with the Nano-Gauntlet herself and gave it to Barton. The archer said she got trapped when the compound collapsed. He didn't think it was a hulk-sized task, but like he said, he was occupied himself during that time.

"Drowning or not, you did a good job, Petrova." Sam smiled.

"Don't boost her ego." Natasha said instantly

"Don't listen to her, boost my ego, Wilson." Irina joked, a smile pulling on her features.

"You know, shirtless and fingering are both kind of like....a second date thing. I think you owe me a drink, Petrova." Sam said smoothly, causing Irina to laugh, shaking her head.

"Yeah, I don't think so." Irina whispered, looking down.

For the rest of the flight, Irina and Sam talked quietly. Bucky couldn't help staring at her...he thought she at least looked somewhat familiar. Yes, he remembered her from that day against Thanos, but felt as if he knew her from before then.....but he couldn't place her anywhere in his memories. After waking from his brainwashing, he couldn't remember all the names of faces of those he met. It also didn't escape his notice how Irina didn't even so much as look in his direction.

Instead, Irina gave Sam painkillers which eventually knocked him out before she went and sat with Natasha in the cockpit. Bucky, being Bucky listened to their conversation as they spoke in hushed tones, something about a special assignment. Natasha asked her about some guy, to which Irina told her it was over, and she asked Natasha about you know who, to which Natasha grew frustrated. Was Bucky wanting to be nosy? Perhaps, Or maybe he wanted some insight to this woman who subdued him. Him, a supersoldier with a vibranium arm.

Irina made him uneasy, that was for sure.

Relief finally washed over them when they reached the compound, escaping her company by taking Sam to the medic bay to Banner and Doctor Cho to receive proper medical treatment. As he stood at the window, he watched as Steve hugged Irina affectionately in the courtyard below, with Natasha smiling beside them. It seemed the team knew this woman. Bucky didn't realise how tense he had been since this woman showed up, and when he watched her leaving he felt oddly...satisfied. Silently relieved that, perhaps, he wouldn't have to see her again.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x oc #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes fanfiction #winter soldier fanfiction #bucky needs a hug

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2008 - final

originally posted 7/15/20

United Kingdom

Sigh. This is just a bad song with bad staging, and there's not much saving it. I don't think Andy Abraham deserved to be stuck with this song, though. He's a great singer and he definitely brings a lot of life to the song live. Watching the clip in the semifinals SUCKED and this is definitely much better live. But I really think it didn't deserve much better than last because of how crappy the song is.

Germany

Disappear has the exact opposite problem from Even If. At the core level, it's actually a pretty good song. The issue lies in the performance. Those live vocals... for the most part, the No Angels girls sound decent enough individually, but their harmonies never lock in - someone is always sharp or flat. The staging, too, is cool in theory, but the performers are so out of sync while doing it that it just looks bad.

France

This is such a weird song that has no business working... but it's pulled off. Definitely better in studio with regards to the vocals, but all the weird stuff about the performance - the inflatable globe, the golf cart, the beards on the backing singers - comes together in such a glorious way that I do manage to really like this entry.

Spain

The aftermath of Verka Serduchka, huh. This song isn't as bad as some of the other joke entries this year [sideeyes Ireland...], but it's, like... it's a trainwreck on PURPOSE. Not that I'd have wanted them to play the song completely straight, but I felt it a little unnecessary to have the female dancers showing their underwear and acting like they were messing up the dance.

Serbia

This is a beautiful, graceful song, one of my favorite host entries. Staging was lovely and Jelena has a voice that I love and that fits with this song so well. I think my only complaint here is that this song takes quite a while to really pick up steam.

My top 43

Sweden

Iceland

Ukraine

Norway

Serbia

Romania

Switzerland

Turkey

Georgia

Albania

Greece

Netherlands

Israel

Russia

San Marino

Malta

Armenia

Slovenia

Poland

Finland

Bosnia & Herzegovina

Latvia

France

Montenegro

North Macedonia

Belarus

Cyprus

Portugal

Andorra

United Kingdom

Lithuania

Bulgaria

Germany

Hungary

Azerbaijan

Spain

Belgium

Croatia

Estonia

Czechia

Denmark

Moldova

Ireland

Huh. Okay. I didn't expect Sweden to end up all the way up there, but whatever. Sometimes it takes a second listen for a song to click with me - and honestly, sometimes songs just perform better on one night over the other.

Voting/intervals

That Molitva performance is so fucking iconic. I can't believe it was heralded as, like, proof of bloc voting screwing with the contest - it's such a beloved song today. And this intro performance, I love everything about it. Marija is having the time of her life performing, and the backing performers are so fucking queer with their outfits and screwing with gender perception. Genius. Warms my little gay heart. There is so much booing coming from the crowd this year?? Why?? Some of these spokespeople... what was up with the Swedish guy, why did he seem so confused? And of course I can't forget the Czech spokeswoman moving on with her votes and Svante Stockselius having to interrupt her... I love that the rest of the Believe performers got a chance to talk lol! So rare that that happens.

Thoughts after watching Zeljko and Jovana were so flirty with each other onstage. It's not hard to believe that they dated after. I'm not hugely sold on Dima Bilan as a winner... I said this earlier, but while I understand the mechanics of how Believe won (late in the running order + Ukraine/Armenia/Greece cancelling each other out), I'm not, like, fond of it. This is another year like 2011 where few, if any, of the songs were winner material. I did like these postcards - the concept of them being literal postcards, at least. The backgrounds made the text hard to read.

#esc reviews

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lil-scout-precure · 1 year

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Eurovision Semi-final 2 Personal Reactions in resumee:

Spoilers of Eurovision 2023 SemiFinal ahead

Opening: The first semifinal was just a treat. Let's hope this one give us another ^_^

Daði og Gagnamagnið in the green room: Aww, they're just there vibing!! Can we have them sing today, please?

Scooch in the green room: Aww, they're back! And with the airport vibes! :D

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Denmark: I can't believe I used to despise this boy and his song because he won over Nicklas Sonne in the Dansk MGP. Now I'm convinced his song is just a good jewel. As chill and pastel like the studio version, with rotating background and all! :,D. IDK if he passes or not, but he made his best :3

Armenia: BRUNETTE, MY GOSH, this is as FAR as any Second Spot entry could do. The floating floor (reminds me of Sergey :3) and the dancebreak...If they don't accept you into the finals, it will be a total CRIME. Go girl, give us EVERYTHING! <3

Romania: A total change from the original Selecția Națională version, must say. The total beat change from an acoustic to the official version in a good mood. Just an incredible change. To pass or not, I'm unsure... :-:

Estonia: She brought the ghost piano from Eesti Laul? :O My gosh, she sings so perfectly and the scenario changing at the end. Almost like the official video! :D. Must pass to the final. NOW. One good ballad.

Belgium: The same situation I had with Reiley because of Cherine losing, but softer. And still, he brought a party. A real party, and the surprise dancer. I'm unsure if he would get to the finals, but if this means we don't get TVP in, I will agree. (Him, Piqued Jacks and Reiley won FAIR at least).

Cyprus: Not convincing in staging at first (the song itself is good, tho). But the change from water to fire (Fuego, anyone?) hyped me more a LOT. (Ps. My mts told me he was a 2022 candidate for the Australian entry with Voyager (the one year with Sheldon Riley winning :,) ;w; )...Both are into the same semis at least now! ;w;) I'm sure if talking about ballads, he gets the chance.

Iceland: Aww, Dilja's just as herself as in Söngvakeppnin ;w;. She's just as strong vocally and in energy as the song itself. She's just one of the best Icelandic entries from recent years. If she doesn't make it to the finals, it will hurt. A LOT ToT

Greece: Not a big fan of the song, both in these semis and the entry roster. But loving the stage arrangement and the use of Greek letters in it. And Viktor was hyping the entire public to sing along. I don't know about his fate, but the public will decide what to do with him. ;m;

Poland TVP: TVP, when I heard about the known special effects, I didn't think you gonna TRY a Windows-Maker-level kerfluff more than with Ochmann (all Polish JESC entries using this stuff look a million times better). And...if that's a dancebreak, I'm Chanel Terrero and Spain won in 2022 with me, Kalush or not Kalush. The cheers are giving me very bad vibes, I really hope those are just added by a anti-booing system or such, because we all know why this has to NOT go to the finals. We want to see TVP fall, and Jann to laugh at their face.

Slovenia: They came here to save the day. You guys got everyone in the vibe even with the least of staging props and just singing in the center of the stage. I swear, my mutuals will be totally devastated if Joker Out is not in the finals. Don't dissapoint us, televote, and let them enter the finals! :,3

Georgia: DAYUM, Iru. Just, DAYUM. And that's the LIVE voice, not the backing vocals. I expected more movement in the stage like in the videoclip (or at least the most approximate), but DAMN, this is something special (adding she's a JESC 2011 winner, from the POWERHOUSE of the Junior contest...). I HAVE HOPES she will make it to the finals. Like, Destiny made it. Nevena made it. The Tolmachevys did it, and so did Stefania (Dutch in 2016 but represented Greece in 2021). Finally Georgia has the CHANCE!! 🥲

San Marino: They're not ready to get left behind, must say. The choreo, the stage, the suits. They're just enjoying and enhancing the moment! Not as great as Achille or Senhit with Flo Rida, but still amazing! Even if not of my favorites, I would accept them in exchange of Solo. At least they got their opportunity in a fair way.

Austria: I already expected the staging to be as crazy and surreal as the song itself...BUT NOT THAT CRAZY AND SURREAL!! AND EVERYONE'S CHOIRING THE POEPOEPOE VERSE! Teya and Salena really are elevating the party to high levels! I know the public is loving them, but a reminder doesn't hurt anyone: THEY MUST GET TO THE FINALS, INMEDIATELY, or we are facing a possible riot...

Albania: First, MY GOSH, Albina, the Efendi/Chanel/Alessandra suit...I didn't expect it, but I welcome it still. Second, that's how you bring family spirit into the contest, let alone the Balkan vibes (Why we couldn't have this with Ronela to help her get to the finals? ;w;). The entire family is singing so well, and the song is really cool now! I sadly don't know if they will get to the finals, but they convinced me: Please, please do it!

Lithuania: Definetly a glow up from the Pabandom iš naujo version, staging and voices. This somehow still reminds me A LOT of Cornelia Jakobs (Sweden 2022), in a neutral way (not too fan of the song, but still liking it). If the "Ciuto Tuto" catchphrase isn't enough to get her into the finals, I still am unsure if she will make it, but still, the song is good! ^_^

Australia: I had HIGH HOPES for them since the release of their entry (and more after NF rock entries like Arcadia, Venom and Freedom were thrown off the window of the ESC roster). And they just SERVED IN THE MOST EPIC WAY! From the car to the entire song performance, Australia really delivered the rock we deserved (before LOTL does it this Saturday)! The best thing to finish the performance round! If they don't pass to the finals, it will be the most DEVASTATING thing ever, like, they have this energy (and encouragement for Aussies to stay in the contest)! Let them rock with LOTL and Kaarija this Saturday, please! ;w; twt.

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Peppa Pig in Eurovision: PEPPA? PEPPA FRICKING PIG? And we thought Eurovision could not get any weirder than it already is XDXD. At least even just leading the conga she could solo Blanka. And not joking 😂😂

The Music Unites Generation act: Loving this new interval act. It's still beautiful and not as heartbreaking as the first semi one. Wait a second, are they all Ukrainian Eurovision performers? WAIT, IS THAT ZLATA FROM JUNIOR EUROVISION 2022 hanging around the star? She has grown from the last time I've seen her (Vidbir 2023)...This is just art.

The Queen Machine moment: Well, the title had it right. A QUEEN MACHINE, must say. MY GOSH, THEY JUST SING AND DANCE SO WELL. They would make Gustaph and Conchita Wurst so proud... ;w;. Bravo...!!

The Måns and Filomena second segment: This is just a good game in the Eurovision intervals. And at least most people who followed the memes or ESC itself have an easy answer for the third question XD.

The Eurovision School (the kids) segment: THE... LUCKIEST... KIDS... IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. Who wouldn't want to be in the contest and visit the entire place apart of the main stage: the control panel, the green room, the dressing rooms? ;w; One day it will be my turn, one day...

The Spain-Ukraine(winner)-United Kingdom(host) segments: Blanca PALOMA (in caps before people confuse her with the other one) talking Spanish in the interviews and explaining her "Pichona" (dove hatchling) nickname in English too (she had a JESC sister? :o), TVORCHI just being the representation of a low vs high energy pair (they just know the best...Ruslana :3), and Mae enjoying the moment (SHE REMEMBERS SCOOCH? :o)...Ah yes, I forgot, more performance spoilers are here, see ya later...

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The moment of truth:

Albania: Aww, they made it!! The family is ready for the finals! A good placement for this Saturday and they have good points assured! :,3

Cyprus: I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! :D Andrew, we are with you!!

Estonia: DEFINITELY YES! She deserved to go!! :D

Belgium: GUSTAPH DID IT! I repeat, Gustaph made it! :3 Well done, boy!

Austria: Last Tuesday was "It's Crazy And It's Party" national day. TODAY IS THE "POEPOEPOE" National day! TwT. GO AUSTRIA! FINALLY QUALIFYING! :D

Lithuania: The Ciuto Tuto made results! ^_^ She's just happy! :D

And then...

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Australia: YESSS!! YESSS!! Australia will be with LOTL in the rock roster this Saturday! :,D. THANK YOU, PUBLIC TELEVOTE! (at least for now...)

Armenia: The second spot CURSE HAS BEEN BROKEN TwT 😍😭🥲. Brunette DESERVED to be there this Saturday! :D. (Also, well, for the seventh qualifier, Noa and Brunette, the dancebreak powerhouses, are in the finals, so TVP's more screwed than it was XD)

Slovenia: MY GOSH, I ALMOST DIE!! I thought they would be done for... ;w;. But they made it! :D Joker Out is in the FINALS! :D

Wait...This means Dilja and Iru are out...NO...NO...FUCK NO... 😭😭

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Now the only thing left is to watch the Finals now. Still with the hopes the first semi qualifiers will break TVP to pieces in the scoring, and at least to Germany to not FLOP in table scoring, please...

#esc cause why not #eurovision 2023 #random shit #nicky's chatter #eurovision 2023 second semifinals #eurovision 2023 semifinals #you broke Iru into tears you mfers who voted for Blanka and I'm serious #Even San Marino would have been better than her #at this rate I will accept anything for the Polish JESC 2023 counterpart #Austria Armenia and Australia and all the First Semi qualifiers we have our hopes on you #we could have jann there but no we got the wrong timeline #at least Peppa cheered me #Youtube

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spaceoutdreamer · 3 years

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My most toxic traits are

Insulting my friend during an online game where people do not that we are friends

Not drinking because the bottle is empty and I don't want to move my ass to fill it up

Not picking up the phone when my mother calls

Dropping everyone when I feel unwanted because you gotta look out for Number One

Only replying "Ok babe <3" to shit people in online games' chat

#story time #That's a lie sometimes I like to throw a ''Ok daddy <3'' when they go ''That's all you can say ?''#Listen bro don't try to be an asshole with me I'm the king of assholes #You sucked ass and we all know it now go away #shout out to yesterday's killer in dbd named Sparky who lives in Romania #You were an asshole and I was a bigger one #You tried it boo

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davidalabafc-abandoned · 4 years

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i know we all hate the s*n but literally no other source is reporting this

#i think this is the third time this has happened during qualifiers involving romania #he was on for 10 minutes and they were booing his every touch and it was ONLY him they wer booing #sweden nt

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vminity21 · 2 years

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Blindsided | jjk

Pairing: bestfriend!jeongguk x female!reader, rival!taehyung x student!reader, exfriend!jimin x reader

Word Count: 5,586

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, college!au, f2l!au

Warning(s): profanity, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), nipple play, taehyung is a jerky jerk at first ; Rating: 18+

Summary: When the project you so hoped to accomplish for the Model United Nations club is taken by your arch-nemesis, Kim Taehyung, again, you can’t help but confront him about the bubbling tension you’ve gathered towards him. With your sidekick, Jeongguk, all is well in your world, and when thoughtful presents are left lingering here and there, your heart begins to leap for the wrong culprit- when the real secret admirer has been right before your eyes all along.

It’s enough to want to make your head explode; shoving your palm to rub along your forehead, an exasperated huff brushes past your lips when the tip of your pencil breaks upon your homework. “Ah, groovy,” you whisper, deciding that maybe a five-minute break doesn’t sound too shabby after all. Chair sliding against the carpet from where you rise to your feet, your eyes scan the library for a pencil sharpener; once discovered, the short trek begins, avoiding the tiny glimpses within the room you happen to pass by. The noise of the turning machine is loud enough to make you cringe, frequently checking until your pencil is sharpened to your liking; with one more spin, you’re too focused on what you’re doing, you nearly scream when large hands grasp your shoulders.

“Boo!”

“Oh sh-, oh Guk, you- urrrrgh,” your voice is quiet enough to not cause any squinted looks of the librarians, and the heightened pace of your heart begins to dim at the sound of your best friend’s gentle cackling- his nose scrunching from the way his laughing smile buries into his long sleeve. “I will get you back, eventually, so help me God-”

“Hey, hey-” This time when his hands find your shoulders, he gives them a tender squeeze- a calming effect he’s practiced many times, “All’s well that ends well, my friend,”

“Okay, well I disown you as my friend, how ‘bout that,” you tease, turning on a heel to saunter back to the table you’ve been glued to for the past hour.

“You can’t do that! Who’s gonna help me with my math homework?” Jeongguk jogs to catch up with you, plopping into the seat across from you before sprawling his arms forward to rest his chin. His hair nearly falls beside the corners of his eyes before puffing them out of his face, yet the way his puppy expression looks up at you, you force yourself not to give in.

“Who’s that tall guy that sits beside you in calculus?”

“Namjoon?”

“Ask him,” you shuffle through your paperwork trying to find the spot where you left off, also scrolling through your laptop to find a few links to research, leaving an observing Jeongguk whose eyebrows furrow when he reads what is written so far within your notes.

“I thought you were doing your project on Scotland this year-”

“Ah, changing the subject, are we?” Your best friend is highly unaware of the earlier event that took place in class which initially lead you to the location you are now, refusing to think about the person that your grudge is associated with.

“Face it, you can’t last an hour without me,”

“You’re right,” you stifle the growing smirk wanting to spread upon your mouth, “I can last two,” frustration reveals itself in yet another form of a sigh where your arms fold across your chest, forgetting the fact that a confused Jeongguk is still watching you with a playful scoff.

“Anyways, back to what I said, what happened to Scotland? You haven’t shut up about it since your last conference,”

“I mean, are you surprised?” You glance at zoned eyes, him chewing the corner of his mouth in obvious concentration- after a minute, you speak, “Remember what happened last year?”

Recognition clouds his expression when he releases a knowing groan, “Oh no, not again,”

“Yes, again. He literally knew I wanted to do my project about Romania last year. I was so passionate about their laws and what they stand for and sure enough, what did he do? He chose it. I swear I never win with him,”

“[Y/N],” Jeongguk collides his long fingers to his face, “If this is still about him being the president of MUN, let it go,”

“It’s not!” You’re a horrible liar, and you know it, for the way Guk tilts his head to stare between his fingers, you lean back, shrugging your shoulders whilst hugging yourself tighter, “It’s not,”

“Okay, so I’m guessing he chose Scotland this go-round, huh,”

“What do you think,” you can’t even make eye contact when guilt weighs heavy relating to your suppressed anger- you’re tired of living in Kim Taehyung’s shadow- someone you’ve known since elementary school, and it seems no matter what you do, he’s always one step ahead, leaving you in the quicksand you’ve fought so hard to stay out of.

“Well, it’s not the end of the world. And, South Korea is obviously not a bad pick,” he taps the sheet of where he read your bullet points.

“I know,” you murmur, gaze dropping toward your binder, resting open waiting for you to continue the homework you’d rather procrastinate.

“Hey,” it’s been a few minutes of drawn-out silence other than the loud thoughts swarming within your mind, and the soft fingertips of Jeongguk’s press lightly on the back of your hand. Grinning at him, he investigates your stare, “Don’t let him get to you. There’s plenty of opportunity in this world. You should know that.”

Sincere moments are what made this friendship so special in the first place, and after another hour of penning down whatever distracted information Jeongguk helps you with, you gather your items, hugging him close as always before treading to your dorm. Sweat beads glisten along the lining of your hair the following week; you slow your steps enough to catch your breath- legs still burning from the attempted mile you ran within the school’s gymnasium. As much as you hate to admit it, exercising alone (which others don’t seem to understand) can be comforting especially when the project for MUN seems to be drowning majority of your list of things to do.

To make matters worse, the taunting deep voice of a certain individual enters the echoing gym with a smirk on his lips that imitate the way his eyes peer down at you as they have for years. His square jaw only locks when he halts his steps, and the tension of your rigid shoulders are highly noticeable, and you hate how obvious he makes you flinch.

“Is there a reason why you’re stalking me, Mr. Kim,” you state it as though it’s a fact not so much a question. Swiping some perspiration off your cheek with your shoulder, you sprint to where you left your water bottle, taking a swig without removing your glance from the dark strands of hair fluffing over his ears. He is handsome, yet the attraction you feel toward him makes you want to wince; you bite your tongue- getting kicked out of MUN is not a risk you’re willing to take this moment in time.

“I didn’t realize concern could be mistaken for stalking,”

“We can agree to disagree,” you shrug, breaking eye contact to fumble with your gym bag, feigning like you are searching for something- maybe your sanity which would be a joke you’d banter with Jeongguk if only he was present right now. Taehyung observes you with squinted eyes, carefully shoving his hands in his pockets, wetting his lips before clearing his throat,

“Correct me if I am wrong, but I sense some strong feelings of hostility-,”

“Why are you here,” You’re not one to interrupt, but you are borderline suspicious that he very well knows of why you’ve been fuming smoke ever since he stole, yet again, the subject of choice you had been anticipating talking about. “Seriously, Taehyung, you and I both know that this isn’t random. And cut the fancy word bullshit-”

A staccato huff brushes over his lips, eyes scanning the bleachers off to the side to avoid your gaze, “[Y/N], just- can you- just hear me out-”

“Hear you out? You want me to hear you out.”

“Please,” he appears panicked, but you are too angry to fully hear his plea, so stepping forward, inches from his face, your teeth are grit, pressure tenses your jawline.

“What makes you think you deserve for me to listen or much less believe anything that you have to say?” You keep your voice low, for no matter how much you want to expose Taehyung for what he’s really done, you can’t bring yourself to do it, so your voice remains low enough for only him to hear. “You lost all my respect the day you bribed Jimin to rig the club’s president results,” hence why you haven’t spoken to Jimin, your ex-friend when he, out of guilt, revealed why Kim Taehyung beat you at the one thing you wanted to be. He drops his gaze to the ground and swallows, his lips pressing in a firm line, speechless for once since you’ve known him, “And, if you’re wondering, I guess for your satisfaction I’ll go ahead and admit, that no, I have not told anyone about this. For the sake of humiliation? Maybe. But I would think, or so I hoped, that you would be man enough to turn yourself in-”

“I-”

“No,” you hold up an index finger to stop his words, “I’m tired of bottling this up. And honestly, I think I know why you keep stealing the projects I originally planned on doing,” your eyes never leave his face, “You’re trying to get my attention for reasons I don’t understand. Is it guilt?”

“I-”

“Is it guilt,” he doesn’t answer, instead he slides his hands in his pockets, awkwardly avoiding your stance, “Well then,”

“I want to make it up to you,” the words are murmured, but you can’t ignore the genuine surprise you feel to witness them. Masking it, you still hold your ground.

“Then I guess you’ve got a long road ahead of you, bud.”

Turning on a heel, you sprint to the girls’ locker room, not realizing how severe the nausea in the pit of your stomach nearly wins. Hands are shaky from the adrenaline returning to normalcy, and you refuse to leave the room until the coast is clear. The journey to your car is when something between the windshield wipers catches your eye. White petals are swirled in the shape of a rose and hanging from the thorny stem is a small note with printed, bold letters; sliding your fingers to carefully retrieve the gift, your heart thumps through your temples, turning the tiny card to your line of vision, 'They say roses are red and that violets are blue, but rarities such as this, make me think of you.’

A small gasp escapes, your eyes wide as they continue to observe the beauty of the floret. It is rare for ones to desire a bundle of purely white roses, and you’ve always loved the aroma of their petals even when dried. But this message touches your heart in ways you can’t seem to gather, because whoever this is, envisions you as someone who stands out in a crowd of individuals like a diamond in the rough. Now, a brand new question sparks within your mind, is this the start of Taehyung’s apology? Because if so, he’s on the right track, and if he keeps going, he may even change your point of view.

“Gooood morning,” the skid of a plastic cup jingling with ice cubes is greeted before you- your palms that had been shading your tired eyes are moved out of the way to see your musing best friend.

“Is that what I think it is,”

“Your favorite iced coffee at your service,”

A gracious sigh sounds, “Oh my gosh, thank you so much, how did you know that’s what I’ve been craving all morning?”

“Because I noticed you were on Instagram at an ungodly hour considering we have an eight am class so, you’re welcome,”

“You are way too good to me, Guk,” you take a long sip- your muddled mind still hazy with the confusion from the night before. He proceeds to tease you about your evening endeavors but when a nervous pair of brown eyes belonging to Park Jimin enter the classroom, your heart weighs heavy- frame tensing when Taehyung follows behind him. You ended the friendship almost immediately and there are days you miss the trio with him and Jeongguk, but the betrayal is too overwhelming to just simply accept, and with the white rose that is nestled upon your bedside table in your room, you can’t help the frequent glimpses in Taehyung’s direction.

“Hey, are you present?” Guk’s voice snaps you from your reverie prompting you to jump a tad in your seat.

“I’m sorry,” you squeeze the bridge of your nose, “Something weird happened after the gym last night, so I’m still processing it I think,” and you don’t necessarily want to admit to Jeongguk that the reason you were up too late relates to the scrolling of Taehyung’s Instagram feed. Nor do you want to confess the secret you’ve been harboring about the truth of why you’re angry about Taehyung’s MUN presidency. Why you’re so scared of him not believing you is beyond you, but culpability is written all over your face for not listening to whatever your friend has been saying.

“You… wanna talk about it?”

Noticing Jimin lean over to let Taehyung whisper in his ear distracts you before the professor waltzes in to begin his lesson, “I’ll tell you later,” you promise, Jeongguk following your gaze in curiosity. Your next class isn’t until one o'clock, so the pair of you, at lunch, carpool to a nearby restaurant where you order your favorite dish- letting the taste melt on your tongue with each bite. As spoken, you spew the story of the white rose and how you’re uncertain of what to think.

“Do you know who it could possibly be?” Jeongguk’s fingertips twiddle with a straw wrapper, eyes flicker between you and his hand.

“I don’t know,” you tilt your head, wishing you could make sense of it, and you do not want to come off foolish for assuming Taehyung, but who else could it have been? And, how else would he know that you love white roses specifically? Unless… Jimin told him? Jimin most likely has known that fact about you that’s the only thing you decide, but who’s to say this will happen again? Shrugging it off your shoulders, for now, you reply, “I mean, do you think it would be… Jimin?”

Jeongguk pauses, the wrinkled wrapper dropping from his fingertips, “I’d say that’d be a good guess, but I still don’t understand what happened between you two,”

Gulping, you rest your forehead in your hand, “It’s a long story,”

“I have time,”

You take the tip of your fork and hit at a piece of stray food, nerves filling your tummy, “He just… lied about something he shouldn’t have, so that’s pretty much it,”

“[Y/N],” Guk’s soft voice stops you, leaning back in his chair comfortably- his half-eaten burger resting beside a small pile of fries. “You can trust me,”

“I know I can,” your grin reaches your sad eyes because you know with all your heart that you can; holding his gaze for a moment, there’s a longing you seem to miss behind them- the pink of his thin lips grows into a promising smile, yet you can’t bring yourself to tell him just yet. He’s protective as a best friend should be, and you know him finding out his best friend betrayed his other one would ruin his friendship with Jimin, and you just can’t risk that. “Jimin has been your best friend since the two of you were in diapers, I can’t- I just can’t ruin that… Okay?”

Disappointment appears in only a flash upon his expression but after a second, he nods, “Well, I hope the two of you figure something out. I miss us,”

“I miss us, too,” you whisper.

Another week flies into another finding of a white rose, ribboned to your desk chair in the one class that none of your friends are in for them to pester you about it. You’ve arrived early enough to be able to react, shoving into your seat immediately, digging at what happens to be a small envelope until it finally opens. How is this happening? Never in your wildest dreams would you have ever thought of something so kind, especially when you read the bold letters of what is printed inside, 'Roses are red, but they can also be golden, just like your heart, I wish it was you I was holding.’

Each week a new discovery of a rose and a thoughtful poem is found, building into a dried bundle next to your bed- each note you keep taped into your journal where you read them every night with an endless smile; 'Roses are red or blue or yellow; and, ever since I saw you, there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you’; 'Roses are orange even though it’s not seen, but I would love to make them known just as I would if it were you with me.’

Random run-ins with Taehyung have been brief, and frankly, awkward, yet you can’t help the leaping of your heart with each interaction. You’re still avoiding Jimin though he’s called recently, and Jeongguk hasn’t left your side through helping you finish up details of your MUN project, not to mention the fanatic phone calls about every rose still expressing how much you wish you knew who it was leaving such a magical trail behind. Everything continues in a blur until you reach the hallway one day when class is finished, everyone bustling by when your vision clears to see a defeated Taehyung speaking to an administrator of the MUN. But why would Taehyung be speaking to her unless… “What?” You murmur, especially when he catches your eyes that are now enlarged with surprise because, from the way he looks at you, you realize what he’s about to do.

You’re called into the administrator’s office that afternoon to officially be announced as the new president of the MUN- joyful tears falling from your eyes even learning the revelation that Taehyung will be on probation for his deception. Although he had done you wrong, the roses you feel he has left for you lead him to do this apology you’ve so desperately needed, prompting you to express to the administrator of giving Taehyung a second chance as far as letting him at least continue in the club. The administrator makes a pact to consider your words, and you jolt through the door, immediately searching for Jeongguk, calling him as you run through the campus- elation exuberating from your countenance.

“Can’t come to the phone right now, I have homework. Set me a bag of chicken nuggets at my door, and maybe I’ll consider procrastinating-”

“Jeongguk, you nerd!” You say breathlessly into the phone, “Where are you?”

“In my dorm. Did you just come from running?”

“No, Guk! I just came from MUN. I’m the President now! I am the fucking President of MUN!”

Crashing into his arms the minute you enter his dorm, he squeezes you so tight, your laughter reverberates within the room lighting up his world even though you don’t know it. “I just can’t believe it!” You beam, Jeongguk sways you from side to side. “When Taehyung said he wanted to make it up to me, I didn’t think he’d go that far,” you’re too shocked to decipher the events leading to now, Jeongguk glowing from how proud he is of your accomplishment- the accomplishments you always achieve- that he knows you will always achieve. “Like, with the roses, and the notes, who knew he could be so creative? So amazing. I would have never ever thought-”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow a fraction of a second, “Wait a minute, what?” A weight that is as heavy as a million boulders crushes his chest in the biggest blow nobody could ever imagine. His arms are limp as he loosens his embrace, slowly backing away from you who is now staring at him in utter confusion.

“Guk, are you okay?”

He’s so hurt, he can’t even speak at first, stuttering his words before he looks at you with sheer pain in his eyes, “You… you think Taehyung left you those roses?”

“I-” Your forehead creases from how hard you’re trying to understand what’s going on that a minor headache throbs. Humiliation buds in the form of a deep blush heating across your chest, “I thought-”

“Taehyung doesn’t even know a thing about you!”

“I- I mean, I- figured Jimin told him, I-” Your voice is so soft that you’re not even sure you’re audible from how stunned you are.

“Jimin? You think Jimin knows a lot about you?” Jeongguk’s rigid frame remains a few feet away from you, the way he gets if something upsets him, and right now, you’re frantically searching your brain for whatever clue you must have missed, but you keep coming up short.

“Guk, I?”

“He doesn’t even know that white roses are your favorite! Or your love for your country and for people in general, and how you want to change the world for the better with all that you do now-” The profuse shatters tearing your heart to shreds sends massive waves of shock throughout your limbs when the reality of this situation becomes too much for you to discern because this whole time it wasn’t Taehyung. Nor Jimin, or a random guy (you’ve contemplated prior) that gifted you such genuine words. It was your best friend Jeon Jeongguk who is standing before you, naming any detail he’s learned about you since your friendship began a few years ago.

Silence hushes the atmosphere until the tap of a teardrop pangs your cheek, “It was- it was you?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper, and you’re horrified with yourself for not seeing the signs as clearly as you should have. All the emotions are hitting simultaneously that you feel it caving in, your heart racing- this whole time, the entirety of discovering the roses, your heart was truly beating for the individual who has been by your side ever since the day you came into his life.

Jeongguk’s eyes are red with pooling tears as he nods in reply, you’re so ashamed by your mistake that your vision blurs with even more tears, “I’m sorry, Jeongguk, I’m so-so sorry,” your voice breaks, bursting out the door to run. Hide anywhere that will shun you away from the devastation you feel in your chest. How could you have missed it? You want to scream to yourself. He was right in front of your eyes all along and you destroyed him. You think you hear him call your name, but you’re not sure, and when you make it to your room, you break out into a shuddering fit of sobs wishing for nothing more than to redo all of this.

Two long weeks of countless tears and a heavy chest brings to a late night of studying, eyes rubbed to the point they sting when a call from your long lost friend, Jimin shocks you enough that you decide to answer. There has been no communication with anyone other than your parents, updating them on your schooling. You haven’t heard from Jeongguk in what feels like an eternity as what you feel you deserve, but you can’t suppress how much you have missed him. Missed hearing his voice or his presence beside you in class.

“Jimin?” You answer, burying your forehead in your palm for some stability.

“[Y/N],” he murmured, “I know you hate me right now, and I don’t blame you, but I really want to tell you how sorry I am for everything that happened-”

“Oh, Jimin, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I forgive you. Taehyung is a swooner from the whispers in the hallways, and I know bills have been tight,”

“Yeah, but what I did was wrong. I know you and Jeongguk would have never done that to me. I just feel like complete shit.”

You tense at the sound of Jeongguk’s name, in fact, you wonder if Jimin knows about what he’s been up to, “Well, you don’t have to anymore. The past is the past.”

There’s a pause as you wait for Jimin to continue, “You know, I ended up telling Jeongguk what happened-”

Your ears perk up faster than you press the snooze button every morning, rising slightly in your chair as nerves bundle throughout your body, “Say that again,”

“Uh, yeah, about a few weeks ago, I told him about what I did. I just couldn’t take it anymore. You two are my best friends, and I want what all three of us had back, you know?”

“Have you spoken to him recently?”

“… No, he’s still upset, but I know he confronted Taehyung. I’ve never seen Jeongguk so angry in my life,”

“He confronted Taehyung?” You feel light-headed while your words slur, almost like you’re in a dream.

“Yeah… you didn’t know that? That’s why Taehyung isn’t the president of MUN anymore, Jeongguk got him to confess-”

“Jimin!” You jump from your desk, knocking textbooks everywhere, padding along your bed for your sweater you threw there earlier, “I promise you everything will go back to normal. I forgive you, okay, but I’ve got to go-”

“[Y/N], are you alri-”

“I’ve gotta go Chimmy, I miss your boop nose mwah mwah mwah, gotta go, love you, bye!”

You’re on a mission, and nothing is going to stop you, not even the car that slammed on their breaks from where you jet across the parking lot. Your keys flail around despite the grip of your hand, and the trip to the grocery store makes you anxious from all the stoplights you’ve had to halt at. When the doors of the shop slide open, there’s a couple things you’re looking for, and when those items are found, you pen down the words that are on your heart before tying them to the other item you’ve purchased. Thoughts swarming in countless cycles, you blurt out whatever places you think he would be, and all you can come up with is the hope that he is in his dorm studying away for whatever classes he has tomorrow. And, if your intuition is correct, your next hope is that he will let you in so you can confess every word you have written all over your heart.

The run ascending the stairs sparks a close call of tripping, but you make it, tapping on his door swiftly before you hear the shuffling of footsteps behind it. The world seems more complete than it ever has when he opens the door- his doe eyes enlarge at the sight of you because when you left two weeks ago, he thought it was your decision to end things when really, it was your decision to begin things.

Jeongguk is the reason for your myriad of smiles since he entered your story, and for the stressful nights of schooling that turned into beautiful memories where he calmed you until you finished your homework; and even though your heart was broken by losing to Taehyung to find out it was a scam that included your other best friend- Jeongguk confronted the problem as soon as he found out, and because of Jeon Jeongguk, you are the president of MUN.

His lips are slightly ajar, scanning to see a white rose held within your hand gradually raising it closer to him. No words are exchanged when he reaches for the note hanging from the green stem; your gaze giving him permission to read what you’re finally confessing,

'Roses are red, although my favorite is white, I know that I will love you, for the rest of my life.’

An exhale of awe escapes past his lips from the pure joy surrounding his heart at the words he has been waiting to hear from you and only you.

“Guk,” you choke back the fresh tears brimming.

“[Y/N],” he breathes, cupping your face before he crashes his lips to yours, the world disappearing around you. Nothing matters anymore other than the man sweeping you away, not even hesitating to forgive you because his love for you is more than you can ever imagine. With his gift being curled within your sweater hemmed covered palm, you carefully grip his shoulders, him pulling you into his dorm whilst you kick the door closed behind you. He feels so warm, hovering above you while he parts his lips so gently, getting lost in this happiness the pair of you have always had with each other. You feel his smile within his kiss, making your head dizzy and mesmerized.

“Don’t stop,” you gasp breathlessly between kisses, the tip of his tongue gently meeting yours while his arms fully encompass you- the palm of his hand glides up your back ever so tenderly. Wherever you set the rose and wherever he set the note is beyond either of you due to the complete distraction of his lips. Your fingers tangle in his hair turning into a moment where your back greets the tattered futon in his living room. Warm fingertips sneak under your shirt, slipping under your bra to agonizingly graze your nipples building the feeling between your thighs even more.

Your teeth drag along his bottom lip as you release a moan enjoying the pleasure, he is giving you and when you tighten the entanglement of your legs and his, your heart pumps faster at the discovery of his hardened length. Craving to feel every inch of his skin, the pair of you take turns pulling off each article of clothing until the heat of his body presses to yours giving each of you a high you have always dreamed of.

He pulls away just enough to look into your eyes as if reading the depths of your soul, moving a hand to place a strand of hair behind your ear. There are no words needed to be said, the love is as real and as complete as you both feel it. Kissing you again, he then trails his palms along the side of your body until he finds your hips, carefully laying you down until he hovers over to touch a feather-like kiss to your heart.

You barely can react before his kisses pepper along your frame from your chest to your stomach, to your hips- the desire immensely growing when you feel his tepid breath panting above your heat. The tip of his index finger swipes quickly along your slit, his eyes darkening with lust when he sees how turned on you are for him. “Holy fuck,” he says before the smack of his lips parting introduces a long swipe of his tongue along your heat. “You taste so good.” Moaning in response, his fingers dig into your thighs, and his tongue licks even faster, his ears serenaded by your voice as your fingers grip at the cushion of the couch.

“Oh yes, oh yes, Guk- I- Ah!” Listening to your excitement, he circles the tip of his tongue over your heat multiple times before flicking it happily over your clit giving you all the satisfaction he can. To intensify the liking, he loosens his hold on your thighs and slides his fingers up your figure until he finds your nipples again- rubbing them repeatedly while he laps up your taste. “Guk, I need it. I need you now.” You plea, not wanting to climax so soon. Lifting, you are quivering from how powerful your desire for him is and shoving him to where he crashes onto his back, you climb to where his erection twitches in anticipation. You reach to hold his length, moving your drenched heat to linger at his tip for a tease. His gaze never leaves the sight as he sucks in a breath, and after a few seconds, you finally let him in, becoming one as you prepare to bounce up and down. He feels so incredible. Time disappears through the night until the pair of you reach the peak which sends you twisting into his frame to recover from the sensitivity you try to relieve by clenching your thighs. Giggling into the crook of his neck, you let his smile swoon you into happiness as it always has and always does.

Once silence seems to settle, you feel him shift to where he can face you. “You are everything I have ever wanted,” he whispers, pressing a loving kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I mean every word.” The emotions flood your chest, and you pull him even closer where your arms wrap behind his shoulders.

“I’m all yours,” you promise, “I will always be yours.” And, if forever is going to be as blissful as this, enveloped in the arms of Jeon Jeongguk,

then forever with him is all you will ever need.

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