#im laughing at caring.. understanding..loveable

I think you are

// hold me like you love me, baby, it’s all i need. your arms are my cage and your heartbeat the only balm to my chaos. // Part I //

Jason Todd x f!reader

notes: this is like sooooooo bad guys im sorry idk what this is i just needed to get it out of my system. bye. there’s a part 2 to this btw. let’s hope it’s better than this one.

warnings: none. just Jason having self doubts and hating himself. yk the usual. some fluff. mostly angst.

Jason never imagined he could have a life like this.

Even now, as he rests his head in your lap and your fingers rake though his hair and the only sound in the room is your breathing and the pages of your book turning one after another—he cannot believe it.

Jason Todd is made of filth. He’s made of anger and pain and horrors—he’s made of all the awful things that grow in the darkest corners of Gotham.

He doesn’t deserve this. How could he?

He has hands dipped in blood soaking from the bodies he’s dropped in his path, in his revenge, in his anger. He’s a terrible man. He’s a murderer—full of guilt and confusion and regret. He cannot change that. He cannot rewrite his history or trauma and he most definitely cannot replace the choices he has made.

His hands are soiled in the blood of others, it cannot simply be wiped off. It won’t disappear, it won’t be licked clean with love. He will stay how he was born—stained and unworthy.

Yet here you are—not refusing to see those parts of him, but choosing to see the man he is past them. Jason doesn’t understand you. He doesn’t understand how you look at him and not see a monster. Or a mistake—that’s all his family sees, at least they make it easier.

But you? You stand beyond his understanding. He cannot comprehend what goes through your mind when he walks into your house, covered in Gotham’s dirt and crime, covered in blood that he doesn’t have in him to wipe off.

He can’t comprehend what you see when you sit him on the closed toilet lid and deal with his torn skin and blood soaked knuckles. He doesn’t know why you kiss his forehead afterwards, why you tell him to take a bath and heat up the water for him and hold his hand to your chest because you know exactly what grounds him. Because you care enough to notice.

He doesn’t understand why you love him.

Because Jason Todd is a lot of things but loveable is not one of them. Or that’s what his unshakeable belief was before he met you.

Jason can’t even ask you why. It feels too… stupid. Too childish. Too dumb.

“Why do you love me?” He’d say, probably at a moment like this one, when every demon in his head seems to quiet down simply because you’re near.

“Why not?” You’d probably reply, smiling in the way that almost makes him think that he’s not as doomed as he believes himself to be.

But Jason doesn’t ask. Not when it comes to you. He just listens—after a long time in his life, he wants to follow someone and it’s you. It’s always you. He follows your words, your ideas, even your orders.

Like he did the first day he met you. It was raining too hard and both of you were waiting on the bus stop—except the bus never came. And you decided to take matters into your own hands. You’d laughed when you stepped into the rain, “cmon, stranger!” you’d yelled, waving your hand at him. And he’d followed. Like an awe-struck, hypnotised man. It was at that moment a part of him realised he’d do about anything you asked him to. He never knew it was that easy to want to follow someone’s lead and never look back again.

But there are ghosts clinging to Jason’s skin, ghosts that whisper in his ear when things get too good, too easy, too calm.

Like right now.

You inhale deeply, turning another page and he can feel your heart beating near his ear, he can feel the movement of your chest with every breath, the little—almost unnoticeable noises you make when you’re just existing, the sound of your hands soothing through his hair.

And he loves it. He loves every part of it, he notices every little thing and he melts a bit more every-time you do them. And that terrifies him in a way bullets and wounds and bombs never could and never will.

So Jason just holds on tighter, buries his face into your stomach. The soft fabric of your clothes tickles his skin and he closes his eyes against the smell of you.

He could die right here and he would die happy.

With you, he feels something dangerously close to peace—the kind of peace people like him cannot have, the kind of peace people like him do not deserve.

His life with you is a dream he never let himself have. You’re a dream. He is a nightmare.

If there’s anything that scares Jason more than his love for you, it’s his fear of staining you with his past, his mistakes, with him.

Even touching you is a mercy and a gift. Being with you feels like god’s apology for everything he has been through. You bring him every good thing this world has to offer—but can he ever be good enough for you?

You give him life. You’re the air he breathes. You’re the feeling in his chest, reminding him that he has left the grave behind and has a beating, human heart sitting inside of him. That maybe, just maybe there’s still hope, even for someone like him.

You make him feel alive. You—

“Jay?” Your voice reaches him through a fog. Jason lifts his head to look at you, eyes heavy lidded and tired.

“Yeah?” His voice is rough from being silent too long. You’re smiling at him—you’re smiling at him in that way you do when you think he’s looking adorable. Jason almost rolls his eyes. It’s bizarre to him that you could find him adorable—that you could even look at him and not be disgusted.

He notices that you’ve put your book aside and now both your hands are in his hair, rubbing slow circles against his scalp. God, you’re too good to him.

“I’m sleepy now,” you mumble, taking off your glasses to rub your eyes.

And Jason smiles—despite every ghost, every bad memory, every uninvited, terrible thought—you always make him smile.

“Alright, princess,” he mutters, “we should sleep then.”

You nod, but you don’t move. You just stare at him; as if committing every little detail to memory. As if you could look at him forever. It makes Jason’s heart beat painfully in his chest.

How can you love him? How can you look at him and not see all the terrible things—

“Are you okay?”

Jason blinks, caught off guard once again. Something sharp and spiky rises in his throat. The obvious reply sitting heavy on his tongue. “I’m fine” or “of course” or “why won’t I be?”

But he can’t bring himself to say any of those words. Instead, he moves his hands up and down your sides—grounding himself, reminding his undead heart that you’re still here, letting him hold you. “Just… feels like I don’t appreciate you enough.” There’s a quiet scoff attached to his words to make them sound less vulnerable than they feel.

You stare at him for a beat before smiling wide. Jason’s throat dries up—is this when you finally realise how pathetic he truly is? How dumb he is? Is this when you laugh at him? He tenses up like he could somehow pull the words back in his mouth. And then—you giggle.

You lean down and nudge his nose with yours. “You appreciate me too much already.” You say, still giggling. He swallows. Jesus, what’s wrong with him?

Jason nods, trying to muster up a smile despite the knot that tightens itself in his chest every single time his emotions threaten to take over. He’s going to cry. He can feel the lodging in his throat, the sting in his eyes.

He doesn’t want to cry. Not over something like this. Not now.

“Let’s sleep now, okay?” You say, shifting to lay down with him. Jason nods again, not trusting his voice.

You lay down beside him and you let him rest his head on your chest. You hold him—the infamous red hood, the violent antihero with a kill count, the man with an unsteady conscience and too much guilt in his bones—you run your fingers through his hair and you fall asleep next to him without a care in the world.

You trust him. You treat him like he’s something special. Like he’s not just a replaceable soldier or a ghost mourned by no one.

And Jason holds onto that. He presses himself against you, craving the warmth that was stolen from him along with life. He wraps his calloused palm over your softer, smaller one and closes his eyes, letting a single tear fall free.

He loves you.

Nothing else in the world has scared him more.

I would like to request hcs (if that's fine with you, because I saw you're more on the fics side :3) for Kinro (bro deserves more love), Sai and Ryusui with a very emotional and empathetic reader, who tries to mask it by acting all cool and unbothered, but it doesn't always work well. I prefer it to be on the more romantic side, but I don't mind the platonic one! It can be either female or gender neutral reader. I will rely on your intuition and creativity.

I hope I explained everything quite sensibly and understandably. ._.

Have a wonderful day!

Ohh my gosh hello hello! I don't mind hcs as well, since i lovw these characters so much like mwah mwah mwah (AHEM AHEM magic man COUGHCOUCGHFOUCGH) but anyways im doing gn reader so lots more ppl can enjoy tehee. here it is !!

"𝙋𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣."

[gn!reader]

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙧𝙤

If you had to cast a Muppets adaption of Star Wars, who would you cast as who?

For example: Kermit as Obi-Wan, Miss piggy as Satine, Animale as Anakin, ect.

(You can do just a few characters, or you could recast a whole movie, don't feel pressured to recast the whole sagga 🤣.)

oOOooh my god this is aMAZING.

kermit would be wOLFFE (but like, kermit from the old show??? i mean, the kermit from the memes, THAT kermit) bc he's always super tired of life and 100% done with eVERYONE.

fozzie is rex, really, I think he's just a sweet soft loveable baby that just wants to do things Right™ and is kinda awkward and kinda makes you laugh bc he's funny but also Not? idk idk. also I wanna hug them both and tell them they're doing a great job ✌🏻😔

animal is wRECKER MY BABY. he's funny, he's wild, he loves destruction, everyone loves him????? that's wrecker right there.

gonzo is: EVERY CLONE. DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS. he's willing to do everything, I mean EVERYTHING, is it dangerous is it not could he get killed? HE DOESNT CARE. he will do what he must. just like my 3 million babies. also. he's funny and the clones are funny so they are the same alright don't @ me

doctor bunsen something (I don't remember his name?) he is Plo. listen. they are both very soft characters and very loveable and I want to hug them both alright.

rowlf the Dog™ is jesse, no reason in particular. i just love them so much and that's that.

rizzo the rat is jar jar, just because I want to punch them in the face.

OH WAIT. WAIT.

no.

NO.

sam the eagle is wolffe. THEY ARE THE SAME AJDHAKDHAJS. ALWAYS SO PISSED, DISAPPROVING EVERYTHING. OH THEY ARE REALLY THE SAME CHARACTER. always frowning, always making sure no one is laughing because he will shoot you in the face.

kermit is free so I guess uhhhhhhh, kermit is ahsoka, but the cool kermit, the kermit from the movies. just because they are both very cool and the Leaders™. COULD BE HUNTER TOO. no one knows what to do without him so yeh.

janice is obi wan because they are both such divas oh my god.

beaker is anakin because no one listens to him and no one understands him and just brush him off and tell him to fuck off. anakin just needs a hug, man.

Summary. Shigaraki , feared villain. Has been hit with a quirk that has turned him into a moody mouthy cat. Reader takes him home and he slowly comes around, sort of. But the quirk has worn off now. And after a little quickie hes gone back to the hideout full of regret.

Shigaraki stomped all the way back to the hideout with his arms folded tight over his chest. Nice job, idiot. She knows it's you. Great. You were supposed to scare her not hesitate like some scaredy cat. He looked over his shoulder,not seeing you. Well , it's not like she will follow me. Not into villain territory. Stupid human.

You had fallen to your knees outside once you lost him . People looked down at you, your coffee stained apron, your shocked face. That was Shigaraki, a villain. He had Tomu’s collar , but why? Would he know where Tomu is-?

“Y/n!!!” Shouted a voice along with a door slam.

You looked back to see your boss Looking angry. “Go home! You're done for the day! Im taking that cup out of your paycheck!” The door slammed again getting a wince out of you. A passerby offered to help you up but you pushed yourself up brushing off your apron. You needed answers.

Shigaraki kicked the hideout door open to see Toga ‘helping’ Kurogiri wipe down the bar. She was using her sleeve. Kurogiri was less than happy about it but he let her help anyway. The door slam got them both to look up . Toga waved and Kurogiri said ‘hello’ . Shigaraki sat down with a hard thud clicking his teeth.

“Did you?” Kurogiri asked softly.

“I gave her the stupid collar back and left.”

“Did you explain the situation?”

“No”

“Tomura Shigaraki!”

The Leader clicked his teeth spinning around to see the rest of the hideout. This dump is not homey at all. Humans home was much more- He blinked , squeezing his folded arms tight.

Toga tapped his back so he would look at her. “Tomura, what if she comes here?”

“Shes a stupid Human , she wont know where to look.”

“You better hope your right Tomura Shigaraki.”

“Tch.” The Leader slid off his chair walking to his room, he slammed the door and threw himself on his bed staring at the wall. Stupid bed. Not even comfortable. He grabbed the blanket pulling it over his head burying his face in his pillow.

The days went on, and you had been doing all kinds of research on Shigaraki . You always found the same information , crimes, murders, the League. You just wanted to know where the hideout was.. Maybe you should look yourself. And with that awful idea you got up putting your phone away and grabbed a bag stuffing your phone in it. You left your house calling a taxi and made your way to the other side of the city.

Shigaraki was playing his switch on the couch with Toga next to him, asking him all sorts of annoying questions about being a cat. Spinner was at the bar trying to figure out what his Leader would look like as a cat and Kirogiri was wiping down the bar.

“Did you eat cat food?” Asked the girl

“Do you wanna die?” He snapped at her but she just giggled leaning on him.

“Pleaseeee Tomuraaa. Its important. What did you do when she left for work? I bet you threw a fit.”

“Shut up.”

“You did didn't you!!! Kurogiri!! Even as a kitty he was fussy!!!”

“I believe it Himiko”

Shigaraki flinched at their laughter rolling his eyes.

The door opened and Dabi walked in with his hand over his mouth and a paper in his free hand. He strolled over to his Leader chuckling. Shigaraki looked up and Toga jumped up to see the paper. She let out the loudest squeal Shigaraki had ever heard, he winced. Dabi flipped the paper over leaning down laughing loud. “IS THAT YOU!!!?”

It was a Missing Cat flyer. With a picture of him looking VERY angry at his cat toys. When the fuck did Human take this?!?. Shigaraki got up grabbing the flyer from the laughing villain and Kurogiri rushed over to see it too.

Missing Cat.

Tomu

Light blue, shaggy hair on his head

Fussy but very loveable

A phone number and a home address.

Fucking Human! God dammit.. What the hell is this?!? . It was obvious that the cat was him, if villains found out you had contact with him, or the Pros..

“LOOK AT YOU HAHA!!!!!!” Dabi weezed, leaning on Toga who couldn't stop making annoying noises.

Spinner snuck over getting a peek and his eyes got wide. He looked at Shigaraki then the flyer a few times. Kurogiri was chuckling and Shigaraki was staring at the flyer, crinkling its side.

“TOMUUU!!!” Teased Dabi.

“So cute!!!” Toga added.

“SHUT U-“

A quiet knock filled everyone's ears. The door opened slowly and Shigaraki dusted the flyer.

••

The taxi brought you just outside the sketchy part of the city. You thanked the man and he shrugged turning around driving away. You squeezed your bag looking at the bunched together buildings. Some villains were making themselves known too, walking around the area eyeing you. You had found an image online that looked like an old bar, it was your only lead unless you asked the villains..

Cautiously you walked down the sidewalk trying to ignore the villains you passed.

“Whats a pretty thing like you doing here huh?”

“Never seen you before”

“Looking for someone?”

“It's not safe here for a pretty lady…”

Even though the villains never approached you, them following you , talking in your ear was terrifying. You came to a rather large fancy building stopping in front of it to look in the mirrors. The villains dispersed and the door clicked open. You looked up to see an old man smiling down at you, he had on a fancy suit and a cigarette in his mouth.

“Can i help you, little lady?”

“I mean no trouble.. i'm looking for Shigaraki.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, closing the door behind him with a small smirk on his face. “Allow me to take you.”

“Thank you! I ..”

“Giran, sweetie.”

••

On the way there you explained why you were looking for him and Giran could not help but chuckle. Oh this was grand he thought. He knew Shigaraki was missing for a while but he never expected him to be turned into a cat . Giran brought you to a building that matched your photo and held the door open for you following you inside. The closer you got to the second door the louder the laughing you heard got.

You looked back once you reached the door and Giran smiled at you, lighting a new cigarette with his gun. Very slowly you pushed the door open peaking in.

Everyone looked back at you and Giran peered in over you waving. “Hello hello, I brought a friend.” He teased pushing the door open. The flyer turned to dust and Shigaraki pushed Dabi and Toga outta the way, stomping over to you .

What the hell is this. What the hell is this?!? How did she find me? Giran? Fucking HELL.

“Giran.” He spat out.

Giran put his hand on your head smiling. “She just wants to talk Tomu.”

Your eyes got big and you grabbed Shigarakis wrist, scaring him . “Tomu!!! Its you isn't it? “

Shigaraki shook you off stepping back. “Get her out of here. I don't know this person.”

You whimpered and Kurogiri walked over holding his hand out to you. “Miss. Welcome. I have a couple questions for you.”

You nodded fast letting him lead you to the bar while Shigaraki gave Giran the worst death look . The old man shrugged smiling , the door closing behind him.

Toga grabbed your hand squealing asking a bunch of questions, beaming about how pretty you were. Dabi went over too leaning on the bar asking you all about his Leader. Kurogiri offered you water and shot his Leader a look till he stomped over sitting down next to you. Spinner walked into the room seeing you , he jumped back behind the wall watching.

“What the hell are you thinking?” Shigaraki asked you with annoyance in his voice . “Do you realize how dangerous it is to be here? The fact that you know me . Your so stupid. Inconsiderate Human. “

“Tomura Shigaraki!!!” Kurogiri enforced.

The Leader crossed his arms and Kurogiri turned his attention back to you . You were gripping your bag tight trying not to look at him. It was him, your cat. Your cat was a villain. Slowly you looked up at Kurogiri . “What.. did you want to ask?” . While you and Kurogiri chatted Shigaraki was left with his thoughts.

I cannot believe this. I should have dusted her when I had the chance. How is Human getting home huh? These fucking villains around here wont be nice to Human. Its late in the day , your suppose to be home watching that stupid tv show you love so much . Eating that cheap food .

He looked over at you , his fists tightening. You turned to him once you caught him staring. Slowly you reached into your bag pulling the collar out and an apron.

Human. I dont want that stupid collar. I hated that thing. What is that cloth? He snatched it looking it over. The apron? The apron I slept on? What the fuck am i go-

“Tomu.. I want you to have these..” you sniffled and his gaze shot right to your face. You had tears pooling in your eyes. “I want you to know.. finding you. Was the happiest I've been in a very long time. I don't understand what happened-“

“I changed back and I fucked you.” Be upset.

That night when it was hot as fuck in your dump of a home.” Get out of here

Kurogiri raised his voice startling you. “Tomura Shigaraki!!!” But he just ignored it

“The quirk wore off and I took advantage of your sutty body .” It's not safe here, you'll get hurt.

You retracted your arm looking down at the collar, your tears hitting it.

“That stupid collar. I hated it. And this.. apron?” He tossed it over the bar . “Stupid.” Why aren't you leaving? “You were so tight around me , squeezing me just right”

“TOMURA SHIGARAKI”

“SHUT UP KUROGIRI!!” Shigaraki kicked his chair away. “ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. “ he turned his attention to you to see you wiping your eyes so you could see him. “Tomu.. you were so gentle with me… you even dressed me after….”

His heart nearly skipped a beat. Oh fuck.

••

Chapter title: Into The Unknown

A/n:  aaaaAAAAAA me starting another series?? but ofc!! I'm actually so excited because um yes! Also, this seems so confusing I'm sorry!! I'm trying AAAAAA!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, please please leave me comments!! Also!! Objection! is still going and will still be updated regularly (probs more than this tbh) I just really wanted to get this out 

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 2064

summary: Virgil is suddenly thrown into this magical world of kingdoms and royalty. Coming from the modern world into this fairytale land isn’t easy but he meets some eccentric people. He has to collect 3 amulets from three princes to return home. The loveable Prince Logan, the radiant Prince Roman, and the passionate Prince Patton. Of course, all fairytale have dark and evil just wafting through… It definitely isn’t what Virgil expected to get up to during his winter break…if it even was winter here

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing

Ao3 Link  

“Come on!” Patton squeals as his horse simply races faster. He takes a step stabilizing himself as he takes upon the holster. He looks behind him, steadying his bow as his eyes make contact with one of the king's men. He aims a little lower, firing away instantly grabbing the reins of his horse. He smiles giddy allowing himself to take a right turn into the forest, disappearing in the ember trees ablaze with a fiery passion.

AH thank you so so much for sending this! i will try to limit myself bc i have a lot of opinions okay

Glee

i could go on and on about glee bc there are 12 billion things to say (and the show is super long). but i think my most controversial opinions are:

i dont ship finchel or klaine. at all.

i can explain. i have a love/hate (but mostly hate) relationship with rachel as a character. sometimes i feel bad for her bc its clear shes struggling and insecure and shes a flawed female character which we need to appreciate. BUT she is just so unbearably annoying, selfish, and awful to everyone around her, and season 5 was the point where i finally made a decision. i dont like her. similarly, i hate finn bc he is overglorified by the other characters on the show, without any actions supporting it. they all say that finn is their leader, that hes the nicest guy ever, and praise him like a hero when in reality, he calls people slurs, outs them in the hallway, cheats on his girlfriends, and just overall acts like a douche towards anyone he doesnt immediately understand or relate to or wanna fuck. they all SAY hes amazing, but his actions just do not support that at all, and thats bad writing imo. i think because those characters are awful, their relationship is a colossal mess, and i think if i had to choose a definitive least favorite point for them, it would be when finn beat brody up for dating rachel. like what did the show want us to appreciate about that??? thats not romantic at all!!! thats disgusting and a sign that finn needs help. physically threatening people who date your exes? who does that??? and we’re supposed to think its cute bc he says “my future wife.” mhm. sure.

i hate klaine bc while i love kurt, i think blaine is awful to him. blaine relies heavily on having a sense of power over kurt, and this is even openly explored in one of the later episodes, but not resolved well imo. from the moment they met and got together, blaine was using his power and standing as head of the warblers to subtly make kurt feel lesser. he liked feeling like he held some sort of power in the relationship. then, when he goes to new york and gains weight and thinks of himself as less attractive, he gets angry and jealous of kurt bc he wants to be the “hot” one in the relationship, and always considered himself as such. if you are comparing yourself to your partner in that way, please break up with them and learn how to feel complete by yourself. blaines insecurities repeatedly fucked up their relationship, and i never have and never will ship them. the fact that they last minute decided to get married, ignoring their glaring issues with living together and teamwork in general, due to social pressure to crash brittanas wedding was absolutely ridiculous and a bullshit wrap up to their story.

A:TLA

okay so i know everyone is having fun rn joking about how “zukka nation has risen” but i honestly dont see it and never will. i dont get where the fandom has just decided this year to prioritize a ship that gets no real exposure, no buildup, and basically a two episode arc in terms of trust and teamwork. i recently saw a post talking about how theres not much fan content for mai/ty lee, who have an actual solid friendship (and ty lee literally risked her life to save mai), but theres tons of fans pushing zukka and acting like its THE ship we should all be shipping, showing the general bias fandoms have for mlm over wlw. something to think about. ive been zutara trash since i was 11 years old, so needless to say, i would pick them over zukka any day.

piggybacking off of the weird superiority complex people have for shipping zukka, i have always been annoyed by sokka stans in general? just to be clear, i love sokka, and i dont think there is anything wrong with loving him! but i HATE how people who consider sokka their favorite character act like theyre special for that? people are always crying that hes “underappreciated” and that hes so much smarter and more capable than anyone else. and i personally have not seen a single person criticize sokka, when ive seen at least small bits of hate thrown at each character. my point here is, loving sokka is a super popular opinion to have, and literally everyone loves sokka! so when people act like theyre the only one who truly appreciates sokka it really bugs me bc like. it truly doesnt make you special. everyone has a different favorite atla character but i pretty much only see sokka stans with this odd superiority complex, acting like theyre so rare for loving a super loveable character.

TUA

idk if this is an unpopular opinion or not, but the show would be unwatchable without klaus. hes pretty much everyones favorite character, we all see ourselves in him and we root for him and we laugh at him, and while i agree with the sentiment that he gets a disproportionate amount of attention for how ultimately irrelevant he is to the plot, i literally would not care about tua at all without him.

on the flipside of that, i want to love allison so badly, but she gets no time or attention or development at all. her main traits are inc*st and missing her child. she gets nothing beyond that, and we dont know as much about her as the rest of the siblings. it hurts my heart to see the only woman of color in the family being treated so obviously like a side character in an ensemble cast. im really hoping we see more of her in s2.

thank you so much for sending these!!! i obviously love these shows a lot, im just picky about these things.

3. You’ll meet soon with this inevitable existence

It wasn’t a reception’s bell that caught your attention from back room, not typical discussion’s buzz or sound of luggage slamming on the floor; no. It was a giggle.

Not any giggle – it was chick from breakfast service, you were sure, although you never heard her laugh. Simple because she was always way too uptight, to not say bluntly – bitchy.

Intrigued, you poked from backroom to see if you misheard, but the scene before you confirmed your suspicions. Waitress stood beside your desk, facing away from you, but you could clearly see how she played with her hair in flirtatious manner. She put a show for a man standing next to her and.. well, you couldn’t blame her for dropping her usual uninterested attitude, because the gentleman was gorgeous.