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potchi-fics · 1 year ago

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Parehas tayo | part three of 8 ball (18+)

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/pa.ɾehas/ /ta.yo/

don't deny the fact that you're the same; you two are the same, that's why you're so drawn to her. you want to be near her, you yearn to be with her.

right, Bada?

NOTE: "parehas tayo." means "we're the same." and i highly suggest listening to Parehas Tayo by Nateman, although it's a filipino song, it sounds so good.. it sets the mood.

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they reach bada's condo. boy, was Y/n bewildered.

"you're place is amazingly clean," she looks around. "keeping it tidy for your girls, huh."

bada quickly rebuts, "i don't bring girls here."

"yeah, sure..." she finds that hard to believe.

it bothers her. why? she's her rival, her so-called sworn enemy. so why does the thought of bada bringing girls home agitate her? she shakes her head and follows bada.

it's an open space second floor condo. she brings her upstairs, and it's her bed. almost immediately, y/n jumps on the bed, giggling at the soft and cushiony bed.

y/n buries herself unto the bed, "how is your bed so soft and comfortable? it's so high up, too."

bada sees her lie down on her stomach, looking at the view outside. shit, she could get used to this view-- she's shamelessly checking y/n out.

her knees makes the bed dip as she positions herself on top of y/n, carrying most of her weight to not squish her. both of her hands land beside y/n's head, her pelvis pressing right up y/n's butt.

she leans down and kisses her nape, she whispers. "you think i'd forget the stunt you pulled?"

"hmm," y/n feels her lips kiss her exposed skin until hot breaths hit her ear.

she softly let out a gasp when one of bada's hand makes their way under her body, soft fingers going under the hem of her shirt. her fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as they travel upwards-- juts stopping when she feels y/n's bra.

y/n bites her lips. she feels hot. she needs more. she turns around and now they're face-to-face.

she wraps her arms around bada's neck, "do i plague your mind?"

her gaze went to her lips, staring longer than intended. bada studies her expression; y/n's eyes darkened, her chest unevenly going up and down.

she inches her face towards the woman, eyes closing in the process as she whispers one word.

"yeah."

and just like that, years of pent up frustration dissolves as their lips meet. they pull away, their eyes opening and looking so breathless-- before going back in for another kiss. it's messy: their teeth clashing, tongues fighting.

bada's hand finally pushing up y/n's bra, massaging one breast. the woman underneath her releases a whimper-- a result of her thumbing her nipple.

she separates herself from the girl, rushing to leave wet kisses down her neck-- all the way on her breast.

she takes one nipple in her mouth; suckling and biting, forcing y/n to make more sounds.

"c-calm down," she tries to push bada's head away but it was no use.

she unconsciously spreads her leg, giving bada more access. the latter pushes her hips harder against the woman below her-- successfully giving her more pleasure.

bada leaves bright red hickeys all over her boobs, shit, even bite marks. "mhm? what is it?"

"yo-your belt," she hears the shaky voice say. "it's ru-rubbing--"

she cuts her off by grinding her hips, "this?"

"yes," y/n gasps out.

she multitasks: grinding her hips and attending to y/n's boobs. on the corner of her eye, she sees one of y/n's hand go down. and fuck, does it look hot.

she stops her movements by putting her hand on bada's pelvis, her other hand leaving bada's hair and going down as well.

bada could only stare at her as y/n's face contorts into pleasure. her touching herself is a major turn on for bada.

she eggs her on, "you feel good, baby?" she stops her actions and removes y/n's pants. "let me help you."

y/n's fingers on her clit felt good, but not good enough-- she needed bada.

"later, for now," bada positions herself beside her, whispering sweet things on her ear, "touch yourself for me, y/n."

for minutes, they continue like that. bada encouraging her, sometimes playing with her sore breasts, her hands roaming all over her body.

all of this was too much for y/n yet somehow, she needs more.

"b-bada," she kisses her, "need you, s'much."

y/n grabs bada's hand, leading it down to her sensitive cunt. she mindlessly chants the word inside.

"you're so fucking hot, y/n."

she caves in and puts her fingers in-- too rough, apparently. the hand that was grabbing her grips her wrist, "slo-slower.. fu-ck."

the feeling of her long and slender fingers slowly entering her, it felt so, so good. her back arched slightly, bada loving the sight.

"like this?" she takes her time, but she does get there. she buries her fingers to the hilt.

y/n chokes out her reply, too lost in the pleasure to properly reply. she's gonna get addicted to this. she knows that after this, she'll want more and more and more. bada pulls out her digits, then going back in, still moving slowly.

she squirms and whines. just when she thinks she's getting used to her fingers, bada curls her fingers-- hitting her spot.

bada gives the corner of her mouth a smooch, "found it, didn't i?" she prods at it once again, making her mewl. "right here? kiss me, baby."

y/n turns her head to kiss her, but clearly, she's having a difficult time keeping up with bada. she swallows the woman's whines and moans, really loving this. she's practically shoving her tongue down the poor woman's throat.

"fas-faster," y/n brokenly whispers, "please."

she pulls out entirely, resulting a shocked whine from her. bada frantically settles herself between y/n's legs, looping her arms under and over her legs before pulling her.

bada desperately laps her cunt, y/n throws out curses in chorus-- obviously surprised at the new feeling.

"i told y-you," y/n rests her shaking hands on top of bada's heads, "calm down, you beast."

that only motivated bada to go harder. she sucks her clit, fingers gripping her thighs so tightly. y/n's body shakes at bada's work, feeling herself get overstimulated.

she looks up but she couldn't really see anything; all she are stars and white, the pleasure and lust completely taking over. she gripped the comforter, hoping to find some leverage. that went out the window when she felt fingers entering her again.

"h-hey," her raggedy breaths filled the room. "baby, 'm close.."

her eyes close tightly, the knot in her lower stomach evident. with bada playing with her clit, her fingers curling and hitting her spot, she goes blind and deaf.

ringing overtakes her hearing as she approaches her orgasm. she tries looking at bada, her fingers pushing the girl's bangs back-- fuck, she'd rather see this view anytime and anyday.

one harsh thrust of bada's fingers brought her to the edge, the ringing in her ears seem to go louder, her pulse quickening, her chest rapidly going up and down; she's gone.

she cums on bada's face and fingers.

bada helps her ride out her orgasm, lapping up her juices, her fingers still moving but slowly, this time, very slowly. she only stops when she hears y/n say too much.

she lifts herself up and she had to stop herself from doing a second round because of y/n's state-- dazed stare, her shirt and bra pushed up with hickeys littered around her chest, and her legs shaking.

even she, herself, is panting. she grabs a wet tissue and cleans y/n up, making sure to be careful.

"i told you to calm down," y/n weakly throws a pillow at bada who only laughs a her, "god, my whole body is sore."

"sorry," she replied sheepishly. "you wanna sleep?"

even though sore, she moved to make space for bada. "yeah, but go clean your face up first."

embarrassment fills up her entire body.

"don't even," she sees bada about to tease her.

couple of minutes later, bada is lying beside her, her head tucked under y/n's head. and they fell asleep like that.

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bada stirs up awake, feeling her side but not finding y/n. she sits up and sees y/n trying to stand up but having a hard time to do so.

"where you going? i mean, where are you trying to go?" she makes fun of the girl.

y/n scoffs, "good morning to you too, i'm hungry and thirsty."

bada chuckles, "i don't have food here.. you wanna go to the convenience store?"

she hears her click her tongue before reluctantly agreeing. "yeah, yeah. what time is it?"

bada squints her eyes at the brightness of her phone, "2:25 am. c'mon, there's a store near here."

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NOTE: the meme on y/n's twt means "hi beh, you're like those ads on youtube, attention-seeker."

NOTE: a lil' treat for my pinoy readers out there hehe, btw noze's meme says "GO POKPOK" hehe

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there we go, this is my first smut here on tumblr. hope you all enjoyed it, tried to capture the emotions and vibe for the steamy scenes. AND THIS IS NOT PROOF READ LIKE MY OTHER WORKS HUHU ILL READ IT OVER LATUR

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miraculous-rewrite · 11 months ago

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Miraculous World Rewrite - San Fransisco

Well there had to be a classical superhero story in here somewhere

We start in a dark room, the falling of flower petals, and the picture of a filipino woman in her mid forties or so. In narration a far more youthful voice starts us off.

“For generations, our family has kept the peace, we have toiled and tried and fought the injustices of the world. Our instincts guide us and show us the way.” There's a small beaded band with a sharktooth in the center that comes into frame at the bottom of the picture, and a small brown hand comes into frame and grabs the sharktooth. “Now it’s up to me to carry the legacy of those that came before. I carry the sharktooth, like my aunt before me, and my grandmother before her. I am the new shark. And I carry my legacy with pride.”

We then cut to a brightly lit penthouse room, pale fingers running quickly through black hair that tapers back into blonde near the roots. “You think this is gonna work?” a familiar voice asks.

“Trust me.” And even more familiar voice answers. “She’ll go absolutely ballistic.”

A camera ‘click’ goes off and its to show Chloe and Amber huddled beside each other for a selfie, both of them with freshly dyed ombre hairstyles, Chloe’s a nice medium magenta/purple, and amber’s going straight to black, complimenting an undercut hairstyle.

Cue intro.

We start up on a close up of the map we’ve been seeing for this entire special trilogy, specifically a blue thumbtack right over a town on the west coast of the US. A town called San Francisco for those whom are curious, maybe you’ve heard of it. But we only hold on it for a moment when we’re interrupted by the clatter of wood practice weapons. You remember the classic sparring matches, and as they very much used to be, this one has Chloe moving forward on the tonfas, going head to head with Sabrina, whom is holding her own a fair bit, Sabrina notably has her hair quite a bit longer than it used to be, long enough to hold back into a braid, while Chloe’s is still up in a ponytail. They trade blows a few moments longer Chloe swipes out Sabrina’s legs from under her and lands a tonfa right beside her face. “Aaannndd you’re dead. Or at least have severe blunt force trauma.”

“You know I'm starting to miss the days where you’d just boss me around.” Sabrina huffs even as Chloe helps her to her feet. “I could go without the regular ass kickings.”as she says this she massages a bruise forming on her shoulder.

Chloe laughs a bit and gently thwacks Sabrina on the shoulder. “Come on, You lost, so you make the post-workout smoothies.”

“I know, I know. But that does mean if I slip something healthy that you hate in there you won’t be able to tell.” Sabrina chirps and Chloe makes a scoffing noise.

“Hey!”

But the playful squabbling is broken up by a new entry into the New base. Amber shuffling in chatting on the phone with someone. “Yeah. Okay. I get it. No problem at all. Yeah. You have a great day too.” they hang up and shout “Hey! Break up the squabbling, I got confirmations!” Amber strides over, leaning in to give Sabrina a peck on the cheek and then poke Chloe on hers.

“You mean the people in the states?” Chloe asks “We got a place to stay?”

“Yup! Told them Dad was looking into making a sister hotel in the city and that I was going to be scouting the location out of the recently bankrupt locations in the area.”

“Aaannnddd?”

“And you were looking into their arts schools to see if they had any beautician courses.”

“Sweet.”

“So wait, what are you guys looking for in particular again?” Sabrina asks. “I mean we’ve been keeping an eye out for the Old Order, and any lost Miraculous but hasn’t there been a fully established Superhero in that city for years now?”

“Generations.” Amber answers, pouring a mug of coffee for themself and sticking it in the microwave. “There have been generations of established superheroes, all with the same shark theme, but they always go through the same pattern of starting out around… older teens or so and they’re around for a few decades until the next one comes in. but there’s been a gap between sharks, pretty big one, too. If there’s a chance of some sort of long standing family losing a Miraculous, someone should be scoping it out, especially if Alya’s hunch about the Old Order guy in the states is right.” The microwave beeps and they take out the mug of coffee, dumping their customary 5 hour energy into it before swirling it around and chugging the thing.

“Bleh… anyway, pack up, cancel some appointments, Make sure your boyfriend knows you’ll miss him by having lots of ‘fun’. We’re heading out day after tomorrow.” At the finish of that Amber lifts Sabrina over their shoulder and begins to carry her toward the door. “Too bad we can’t have Luka come, I’ve heard very good things about some of the sights in that town.”

“He has to be leader while the others are away, shut up.” Chloe huffs. But sure enough does pick up her phone, cheeks a little red.

We cut then to a few days later, specifically the arrival time. Chloe is conspicuously wearing a faded blue jacket with a few ‘rocker’ patches stitched onto it. (though the sleeves are rolled up so one can still see the pretty severe looking burn scars from the finale are still there) and Amber is carrying a roller bag with them, nonbinary and bisexual stickers noticably on the rim of it.

“So, your English rusty any?” Chloe raises a brow and Amber makes a sort of ‘pssh’ noise.

“I spoke English WAY more than I spoke French growing up.” She grabs Chloe’s wrist after the two collect their bags and runs out to the arrivals street in the airport. “Taxi!”

The taxi’s blare right past Amber, never seeming to even slow down. Chloe trots up her phone in hand. “Looks like San Fransisco does reserved Taxis only. You have to call the company up before anyone would stop for you.”

“...Wha?”

“They’ve got a solid metro system though, where’s the hotel Father set us up at?” They confer for a moment longer over the directions before shuffling their way down to the metro system. Some parts actually going above ground which is absolutely bonkers to the both of them. Until eventually the twins arrive at the hotel. Very fancy, very cool. Chloe makes an offhand comment about how their hotel is still cooler though, laughing a clearly in jest ‘hoity toity laugh’.

“Okay, new city, new country, completely different time zone, and a mission in mind.” Amber says out loud. “Only one thing to do.”

Hard cut to both of them in a dead sleep in their hotel room.

The windows have been thoroughly darkened by the blinds, but one can see the light peeking out through cracks. Eventually though a phone starts to ring and Chloe gets up with a small whine, eyes still shut and hair a mess she answers.

“Bourgeois; I was sleeping so this better be good.”

“I’m guessing that means you got in safe?” a voice says around a chuckle and Chloe smiles, still dead tired. The screen splits in two to show Luka on the other side, guitar perched on his lap and Sass hovering by.

“Hi. Sorry, I was too tired to think straight. Can you tell father we made it in safe too?”

“I thought I was your boyfriend not your secretary?”

“Luka, Sweetie, darling, honeycakes, I am too damn tired to horse around over this, seriously what’s going on?”

“Right.” Luka goes serious business and leans forward a bit. “So I’ve been doing a bit of digging into this assumed Shark based Miraculous and the rogues galleries that frequent the city, and… Look I want you and Amber to be careful, okay? You don’t have Miraculous Ladybug OR Second Chance over there and if either of you get hurt while I’m playing at being leader-”

“Luka, you’re spiraling again.” Chloe huffs. “Take a deep breath, hun. Amber and I have been doing this for longer than you have, Not by much, but we have. We know what we’re doing. And Yeah okay, it’s the states, people have guns, but we can handle it.”

“They fight a lot of weird battles, Chloe. Way more gang violence, I think one of the mafias has a branch over there, just- just promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I will. Okay? Neither of us are coming home with any new scars. And both of us ARE coming home. You need me to stay on with you for longer? What time is it over there?” Chloe checks her phone to see it’s about 5pm San Francisco time.

Luka looks away, mouth turning into a thin line.

“Luka. What time is it in France right now?” Chloe’s voice goes flat.

“I get the feeling if I say anything you’ll fully wake up and start yelling at me.”

“You’re lucky I don't want to fully wake up either. Go to bed. Whatever fucking time it is.”

She hangs up before he can respond and plops back down onto the bed.

There’s a pause and then Amber’s voice drifts up “Have him tell Dad we made it here safe I forgot to text him.” They add hazily.

“Already hung up.”

“Oh.”

And they’re both back asleep.

But the time then comes when the next day rises to get to work. Amber suggests if they start in places where the shark heroes would often frequent, or at least, the one that had recently, assumedly died. Which leads them on a vaguely touristy tour of a bunch of places in the city, one doing research while the other does more standard touristy things, eventually ending up at the botanical gardens. They linger outside while Chloe huffs and leans back her head onto the backrest of the bench they’re both sitting on, while Amber goes through the list of locations, crossing multiple out.

“Uggghhh this is impossible! Why did we think this would be so easy? Hawkmoth took literal years to find out who we were and he wasn’t even a villain anymore by that point.”

“Well the last Shark wielder, Tiger Shark apparently, was seen fighting a few villains here for his short stint, and before him Mako Shark did a LOT of battles around this area.”

“So what, we're just gonna hopefully run into the new kid or something? What kinda shark is just chilling in front of everyone anyway?”

“I guess we’ll find out, Mako Shark was purportedly killed so maybe Tiger Shark was just a placeholder hero for that new one to come around. Either way if this is Old Order stuff we gotta keep an eye out. Those jerks had a head start on us by a few years while we had to wait to get travel cards.”

“Yeah I know.” But just as Chloe stands up to stretch there’s a yelp and an ‘Incoming!’ before she barely jumps out of the way of a younger Filipino girl on a skateboard. She’s able to stop the board quickly (right about as she cleared the bench) and looked back apologetically. “Sorry ma’am!”

“Watch where you’re going kid!” Chloe hotly fires back, clearly freaked out. “Who even skateboards so close to a building anyway?”

“Sorry!” the kid says again, this time more defensively. “My friend thought it would be a real joke. NOAH!” The girl is off the skateboard and pointedly yells behind Chloe at that. She turns and sure enough another kid with sandy blonde hair, followed by two other girls, one with curly red hair and one with short brown hair approaches, the two girls have the boy trapped between the two of them. He looks sheepish.

“Sorry ma’am. I didn’t see you there. I don’t get to mess with Kit very often.”

The filipino girl, Kit apparently, flips her skateboard up into her hand. “You’re such a punk!” she slugs his arm. “Sorry again, miss.”

“Alright-” the short haired girl chimes in a ‘far too tired’ voice “let’s get out of here before Noah pushes someone else into a stranger and nearly gets them sued.”

“Hey!”

The kids sort of cart the ‘Noah’ kid out, Kit riding along in front of everyone back on her skateboard.

“Ugh, were we ever that young?” Chloe huffs with distaste. “How old were they fourteen?”

“Yeah, same age we became superheroes.”

“That’s fake. Fuck off that’s fake.”

“Well, coming to terms with our age is one thing I'd rather do over dinner, let’s find one of those places that make bread bowls. I want clam chowder.”

“‘Clam Chowder’ in ‘Bread bowls’? Now you’re just saying sounds.”

But around the time the two end up cutting through a more seedy part of town to get to the good restaurants it’s only a matter of course that they’d end up in trouble. Two pretty rich girls in the seedy part of town were just asking for trouble. The obvious confident superhero strut is ignored when they both get cornered by a group of tough looking men, most of which have a black shirt with a sort of sea serpent logo on it.

Chloe and Amber are, of course, not particularly intimidated by these snickering little boys who look at them in a combination of greed and desire. One leans in close to Amber and says they can keep their purse in exchange for a little… testing of the merchandise. Amber punches him in the face.

The thugs begin to pull out knives, ready to make this a problem, but before the twins can show them just how bad of a mistake that was, a blur of gray passes between them. A sort of weapon not dissimilar to nunchaku darting through the air to knock these boys back on their butts, and Chloe in specific notes a mouth of razor sharp teeth and a gray fin sticking out from long dark hair.

By the time the punks are all ran off the shark hero looks to both ladies and gently looks them both over for injuries. “Are you both okay?” she asks with a rocky kind of goofy ‘batman’-esque voice and when Amber nods she smiles. Chirps a quick ‘take care’ and wall jumps up to the roofs. Chloe thinks and brings Shorr out of her pocket, throwing out a hand and telling the Kwami to tail her.

Amber on the other hand transforms quickly, scooping Chloe up and going to follow the Kwami themself. Though they’d quickly lost sight of the shark hero, Shorr is far easier to spot and the little tiger Kwami leads them to a small neighborhood of single family homes. A language neither English nor French sometimes making its way to either of them as they camp out in front of a specific house, Chloe transforming as well soon enough. This is their only lead after all, may as well keep it. The stakeout begins.

But before too long of monitoring the house Cheshire’s ears twitch at a noise. She gets out a tonfa, but when they both nod and turn behind them the gray shark girl appears on the roof behind them both.

“Nicely done.” Bellflower huffs. “Almost didn’t hear you.”

“I don’t appreciate being stalked, I'll have you two know.” The gray suited girl from before glares at the two and we take this moment to take in her appearance, long dark hair that tapers into a slate gray, her coat tail flaring out on either side to imitate a shark’s tail, with a fin sprouting off of the back. Light blue scleras with a pinprick of cyan in place of her pupils. And when she snarls, it’s with a mouth of sharp teeth.

“Shark user.” Cheshire stands and in a sideways shot we see that though the Shark had been standing over the two of them Chloe alone easily dwarfs her upon standing. The shark adjusts her stance and pulls out her own weapon, a pair of sticks with a long chain connecting the two. Bellflower gets to their feet as well and the shark takes a half step back. “What do you want?!” she demands.

“Look, this is gonna sound weird, but-” Bellflower looks to Cheshire whom nods. “We’re…. Like you. Have you heard about the heroes of Paris?”

“Just…. Just that there’s a lot of them.”

“Well I’m Bellflower, and my friend here is Cheshire. And We’re both on Team Miraculous. After we beat our enemies they broke up all over the place and we’ve been trying to track down people that use Miraculous to make sure they’re protected against them. We heard about a family of shark users and we wanted to make sure that you guys were aware of the danger.”

“It’s not like we don’t think you all can’t handle yourselves or anything, but we haven’t seen anything about you ever since Tiger Shark vanished.”

“My father.” The shark wielder provided. “After my Aunt died my father took up the mantle until our matriarch decided I was ready.”

“So it is passed through the family?” Cheshire sums up “Not a very secure system-”

“It doesn’t need to be.” The Shark user shrugs. “My family has the shark tooth, but there’s a lot of us, a lot of cousins and a lot of aunts and uncles and nieces and nephews. You can narrow it down to this neighborhood, but you’ve only got one guess before the entire family’s coming down on you with frying pans and since you probably guessed wrong as to who in specific had the sharktooth you’ll have the real Shark on your butt too.”

“....Well when you put it like that it almost sounds like a good idea.” Bellflower huffs.

“So what’s your name then? If your Aunt was Mako Shark and your father was Tiger Shark..”

“Megalodon.” Megalodon answers easily, taking out her weapon again and spinning one of the ends idly. “Not that anyone’s found out yet.”

“You not ready to make your debut yet?” Cheshire wonders and Megalodon huffs, holstering the weapon and glares at the ground.

“Dad’s not ready for me to debut yet. I’m of age! Lola thinks I'm ready! I’m of age! I’m the same age Tiya Vanessa was when she became Mako! But it’s always ‘Noooooo Sinta you’re gonna get in over your head you can’t handle yourself’! Like Tatay! I’m not a child anymore! I’ve been training for years!”

“You probably shouldn’t be saying so many names in your ranting in front of strangers while you’re in mask.” Cheshire states dryly and with a grin.

Megalodon raises a brow. “Tiya Vanessa is dead, it doesn't matter if you know her name.”

“I meant the rest of that.”

“The rest of what?”

“You literally just revealed your name is Sinta.”

Megalodon blinks for a second then laughs. “Oh man! No sorry, that’s not a name, it’s Tagalog! Sinta is just what my father calls me! It’s like uhh… its like ‘Sweetie’ or ‘Honey’”

Now it's Bellflower’s turn to laugh as Cheshire’s face turns a bit red in embarrassment.

But after a moment's pause Megalodon huffs and straightens up a bit. “But to answer your earlier warnings, I haven’t seen anything about those Old Order mooks. Probably too afraid to get near with all the shit that’s already going on around here.”

“That’s not too unlikely, but those guys aren’t anything to take lightly. If your family is still unsure if you’re ready maybe you could pass the information onto them? Or maybe we could organize a meeting that would keep us from knowing their identities?”

“No need. Everyone in the family already knows, if you’re uncomfortable with us knowing you then you can just stay transformed.” As such Megalodon de-transforms herself, revealing her to be that young girl on the skateboard from before. Kit.

“I’ll see if Tatay is home from work yet and I’ll get him updated about you two. If he’s not back yet I'll introduce you guys to Lola. She’s been staying with us ever since I started my training.” Instead of re-transforming Kit heads to the fire escape and at the bottom clangs it once for the ladder to drop with her on it to the bottom. She vanishes into a certain house, and then after a beat re-opens the door, this time a little gray Kwami zipping up to the rooftop and a little shark with teeth (why does this Kwami have a full set of teeth?) greets the two of them.

“The little Guppy says you can head in. Little Wave isn’t back yet, Erlinda is ready for you though. Had a feeling you were coming, she did. Name’s Marr by the way. I don’t think I ever met your Kwamis though. Bee and Tiger, right? Don’t ring a bell. You seem like the good sort though.” Marr’s voice is a little rough and hissy, like a shark indeed. But he guides them to the proper house and in they go.

It’s a very simple Filipino household, a little on the cluttered side with various knick knacks and such, and it smells great inside as an elderly woman stirs something on the stovetop. She has an heir of ease about her.

“Lola, this is Cheshire and Bellflower, they’re heroes from Paris.” Kit introduces, and when the older woman turns to them a long jagged scar is visible on the other side of her face, she’s also blind in that eye. “Miss Cheshire, Miss Bellflower, this is my grandmother Erlinda.”

“Just call me Lola, Sinta, Sinta show these nice girls the couch, I’ll bet they haven’t had dinner yet.”

“I’m uh.. I’m actually not-” Amber starts but they’re both escorted to a comfy if old looking couch.

“Hold on just a minute Ladies. Marr old friend would you mind-?”

“No Kare-kare will ever burn on my watch!” Marr cheers. “Not with such briney, stewie, delicious oxtail in it.” The shark seems to salivate over the stew even as he stirs it.

“I put the scraps in the refrigerator if This one didn’t feed you yet.” Erlinda calls back as she passes by Kit, playfully ruffling her hair as she calls her ‘this one’ and settling in a comfy looking chair beside the girls. “Now, Those costumes must be uncomfortable to sit in, you can detransform if you’d like. It’s plenty safe here.” Erlinda offers.

“No thank you ma’am. Our identities are very important to us.” Chloe waves it off. “But we’re here to warn you all-”

“Of the oncoming darkness, Yes. It’s been coming for some time now.” Erlina cuts them off with a nod. “Kitty, Sinta, get us some of the sweet tea in the refrigerator.” Kit brightens a bit at the nickname and scurries off. “She’s so sweet. Just transitioned last year, but she still reacts like a little girl.”

“Oh! Good for her.” Amber humms. “It took me years to figure my own stuff out about it.”

“Ah, I see. To understand yourself at a young age is a very important gift, and I’m glad our Kitty was able to handle it so well.”

“Uhm… Miss Erlina-” Cheshire eventually cuts in.

“Lola, Child.”

“Lola… I really think we should get back on topic here.”

“Ah, there’s not much point. My Leo will be coming home soon, no point in explaining twice.” She looks off to the door. “That’s him now.” Sure enough the door opens and a gentleman looking old enough to be about the age to be Kit’s father comes in.

“Ina, I’m home.”

“Leonard Mahal, come in and say hello to some French heroes.”

“Ina what are you-” he turns to see Bellflower and Cheshire. “.....Absolutely not.”

“Mahal sit down.”

“No, Ina I will not have a couple of strangers who happen to also be ‘heroes’ coming into my house and putting my daughter in danger.”

“Tatay-!” Kit comes in just then with a tray of sweet tea glasses. “Lola has said i’m ready like, a million times already!”

“It is the time for Kitty to strike fear of the shark back into the world.”

“You don’t know that Ina.”

“Leo Mahal, you don’t know, you didn’t have Marr long enough, my instincts say Kitty is ready.”

“Sir, we’re not here to drag Kit into anything.” Bellflower starts “We just needed to warn you all. She uses a Miraculous, uses Marr, to fight. And there’s this group of enemies that we’ve faced before that have been looking out for Miraculous-”

“Yes, I know about them. Your enemies from your ‘War’. Right? How is it suddenly my daughter’s burden to bear that you all couldn’t keep a lid on your enemies?”

“Sir, it’s not that simple, we were young when the war went on-”

“And she’s young now!”

“Tatay I’m not a kid! I’m not in training anymore! Tell him Marr!”

“Little Wave’s instinct’s never developed, I didn’t have enough time with him.”

“Can you all stop talking about instinct for once? I get it Marr’s the Spirit of ‘Instinct’ but instinct doesn’t mean it’s true! Instinct doesn’t mean my daughter is ready for-”

“Maybe if Kit herself thinks she’s ready and her Kwami does-” Bellflower starts but is quickly cut off.

“You stay out of this! This is a family matter!” Bellflower puffs up and now this is turning into a whole Thing, as Amber kinda sorta starts projecting a little. Chloe makes eye contact with Kit and glances away toward the hallway and the two get up to convene in a slightly quieter area.

“I promise they’re not like this normally.”

“I can’t promise anything about my father so it’s okay.”

“Can we talk somewhere a little quieter?”

“Sure, my room is this one right here.” Sure enough the room is what you’d expect of a slightly sporty teenage girl, the skateboard leaned against the bedframe, a little trans flag in a cup by the window, and a few framed pictures of herself and her friends. She sits in her desk chair and CHloe after a moment’s pause sits on the bed.

“So, Do you guys really intend on me coming to find you all in Paris and helping join the war? Because I don't think I can afford a study abroad program.”

“Of course not. You’re not even established in San Francisco, we’d never ask help from someone so green. If anything, me and Bellflower might stay around for a bit longer to make sure you’re okay. And if there are any of our old enemies in the area to make sure you’re prepared to face them. They’re gonna track you down regardless of if you’ve debuted yet or not, but without any sort of battle experience they’re gonna beat you. They sure as hell got the better of us with even more experience.”

Chloe thinks for a moment and then de-transforms, she removes Shorr’s Miraculous and shows Kit her own scar. “This is a dangerous life, so I can’t really blame your father for not wanting you to be part of it, but unless he takes Marr away from you and takes up being Tiger Shark again it’s not his choice to make.”

“He hated being the shark. But I think he hates even more that it’s my turn now.” Chloe hums and leans forward until her arms rest on her knees.

“Look, Kit. I’m not saying that your Dad is right or wrong. But I am saying that there’s gonna be a lot of people in your life telling you what to do. Who to be, and what you deserve. Some of those people might be right. And some of them are so dead wrong that it’s laughable that they’re trying to convince you at all.

“It’s a pain. It’s gonna screw with your self image.” We briefly see a shot of the Miracle Box before it was stolen. “And it’s gonna happen to you your entire life.” The scorpion medallion replaces the miracle box behind Chloe for a moment. “But it’s YOUR self image that’s under fire. So you’re the one who has the power to tell people to fuck off. And then you can smack them with your nunchucks.”

Kit huffs and slides down in her seat a bit. “They’re Tabak Toyok, not Nunchucks. But… yeah I guess. I mean, I know that much at least.” she huffs a small laugh. “Guess it’s time to put that into my hero life too, huh? How’d you get that scar anyway?”

“Got it in the final battle of the war. One of our enemies had it out for me ever since I played the hell out of him and nearly ended the whole war single handed.”

“What? Oh you’ve GOT to tell me that story!”

The conversation keeps going until the door comes open and Amber, looking a bit exasperated but mostly still pissed off, is on the other side.

“So we just got kicked out of the house. Come on.”

Chloe facepalms and Kit looks between the two apologetically. Chloe grins slightly (if wanly) at her and says that they’ll be in contact. But only if she wants them to. Not if anyone else says for her to be. Chloe makes the point by transforming, and letting the tip of her tonfa shimmer a magenta for a moment.

“Check your phone app when you transform next.”

She salutes and the twins are gone.

We stay on Kit for a bit longer. There’s a knock at her door that sounds firm. Kit throws one of her pillows at the door and demands to be left alone. She ends up in a group call with the other kids from before.

“So like, what level of me ignoring my parents for the rest of the night will you guys be able to cover for so I can sneak out and do some investigating.”

The girl with the brown hair, identified in her username as Evil-Lynn, laughs and holds up her phone. “What dumb conversation about nothing should we have on recording?”

“Ooohh!” The boy, Boxer_Boy as his username says “Do the one about minecraft, she goes into the same rant every time it’ll be easy.”

The red haired girl, username marking her as CinnamonSugarXoXo stifles a laugh. “Or the one about Fraggle Rock. That one’s a classic.”

“Please stop treating my scripted rants about random things to enable my truancy for mysteries as if they’re favorite youtuber videos.”

“But you’re so cute” Evil-Lynn singsongs and Kit looks away, looking embarrassed but fighting off a grin. “Okay fine. Do the… the one about art teachers. I might need a long one tonight.”

So the call is running, but just as Kit is about to climb out the window the door gives a gentle knock. And coming in without allowance is Lola Erlinda. She looks at Kit, halfway out her window and is clearly holding a bowl of the food they were making earlier. She hums, Tells Kit to stay right there. And closes the door behind her, coming back a few moments later with a thermos instead. “You tell those two hero girls to get a spoonful of it too, Sinta.” She hands the thermos to Kit. “And whoever you bust up tonight, remind them that The Riptide might be retired, but she’s still alive.” She smirks at Kit, who grins gratefully back.

“Megalodon will pass along your message!” She chirps back.

We cut then to Kit, fully transformed into Megalodon, but with the thermos held under her arm and a bunch of notes under another as she pulls out her Tabak Toyok, and sure enough when she slides open the screen on one of the handles a purple striped icon is flashing for her.

Cheshire: Test Text

Megalodon: Test Response :P

Cheshire: oh sweet. U wanna do a lil investigating?

Megalodon: hell yea

So Kit, following the GPS coordinates they sent her, ends up on a rooftop not too far from home, her notes drop with an audible ‘thunk’ onto one of those rooftop air conditioners. “Alright, here’s what I have about some cases around the city. This one I feel pretty confident I have an answer to.” Said file is showing a robbery from the De Young art Museum. “The method of entry, guard casualties, and collateral damage point to this being an organized effort. We have a few organized crime syndicates in the area, but not a lot of them. The Masters, the Seamonsters, but they’re more of a street gang than a mob, and uh…” Kit gulps a little. “The Don.”

“The Don?” Amber asks, as they pass Chloe the thermos of stew.

“Don Mariposa.” Kit looks away as the shadowy figure of a faceless woman with a butterfly-like black and orange suit leers over her. “She was my Aunt’s nemesis before she died. It seemed like she was specifically targeting her for years. Doing heists just because she knew it would piss my aunt off that she still couldn’t catch her.” Kit shudders. “I’m gonna hope I don't have to face her myself as my debut, so let’s just hope this is the Masters.”

“Here’s hoping.” Amber agrees. Chloe does notice Kit looking yet more unsettled though as she agrees as well. They said the shark was the Kwami of Instinct didn’t they? And Kit clearly has a bad feeling about this.

But all the same she continues on and says that she’s tracked down the most likely places the exhibit was moved to, and singles out a storage area on the shadier side of the embarcadero. So everyone gets ready and races to the third act.

The warehouse is, you guessed it, crawling with mooks. But we’re fighting normal humans with guns today instead of magical henchmen or anything, so Cheshire and Bellflower look over the entrances and exits. A playful quiet conversation is shared between siblings about how they probably shouldn’t get Mr. Villaruz’s daughter killed on her first real bust. You know, to be safe and all.

But of course, rookie mistake, just as Bellflower turns to where Megalodon had been to tell her the plan, the eager teenager was already gone. She hasn’t been discovered yet, getting in through a window and sliding into the shadows, gray costume blending into the equally slate gray walls.

“There’s no WAY we were that young when we started.” “We were.”

But the fifteen year old is down there, so they have to be too now. There’s some silent investigations when the mooks all chat among each other, and one of the more higher up ones yells at a guard, saying the worst thing for Kit to hear. ‘The Don’ll have your head if you keep horsing around!’ She snarls, mouth of shark teeth glinting in the low light. But thankfully two trained veterans are faster than a rookie, If they’re gonna fight it’ll be on their terms.

“Cacophony!” The sonic boom shakes the ground and the guards all grasp their ears in pain just as Megalodon jumps in, Bellflower at her heels, and Cheshire soon after. With the element of surprise and the immediate blaring sound attack the mooks were unprepared and though it’s a lot of people against only three, it’s not that difficult to keep their own, and the hired guns begin to drop.

Megalodon is a mix of furious and excited, running the gambit with her Tabak Toyok and taking out a few mooks. Not as many as the older heroes, but still enough that she’s feeling pretty good.

And then there’s a blindspot. Her instincts sense dangers (shown as the sound of crashing waves in her POV) and when she turns it’s to the butt of a gun in her face. Megalodon goes down, hard. She’s not unconscious, but she reaches a hand up and her nose is bleeding very badly down her chin. Her nose is probably broken as the jerk grabs her by a handful of hair. “Look at this little girl trying to play hero.” he huffs.

“Megalodon!” “Kid!” (Chloe said ‘Kit’ but its clear everyone around her thought she said ‘kid’) But both older heroes are swarmed quickly by the rest of the mook squads, giving Kit some one on one time with the man whom bested her.

She glares at him around tear-filled eyes and he smirks. “You look just like the lady before. Mako Shark wasn’t it? You know I was in the room when the Don killed her.” Kit gasps quietly “I was only a grunt myself at the time, but I'll never forget it. She was beautiful; the Don, that is, when she had that shark girl at her feet, pistol to her throat-” he pantomimed the motion with his fingers, pressing his pointer to the underside of his chin. “And you know what she said? She said ‘You’ll live forever when the world hears.’ I had chills.”

Kit’s expression hardens into a scowl. “Intuition-” she growls. The slate gray magic sparks up and down her form, her entire form, solidifying around her foe in splotches. The man stumbles a little, taken aback by the light show, and then light lightning before he can pull his rifle back on her, Kit’s hands dart out, striking the now highlighted areas on his body. The man falls, crying out in pain and letting Kit go. She spits a glob of bloody nose blood at the man and scrubs her nose and mouth. “So the Don killed my Aunt, huh?”

But by the time Kit gathers that particular note of information the red and blue lights of police cards flash in the distance.

The stolen exhibit is secured, the two french heroes are recognized as just that, and all eyes turn to the grey suited hero, so clearly a child in comparison to the rest of the adults around her.

“Well we wouldn’t have even known where to start if it wasn’t for the new shark hero in the city.” Bellflower compliments, and Chloe winks at her when the officer, and then a news reporter both ask her her name, and if she’s truly the next heir of the shark based superhero.

Kit takes a deep breath. “My name is Megalodon. And the city of San Francisco is under my protection from here on out. So If any punks or criminals or anything of the kind want to mess with my city, they’re gonna have to answer to me first.” She punches her fist, her nose is still notably bloody, but for a moment it just makes her look tough.

“And this is also marking an allyship between the Shark of San Francisco, and Team Miraculous of France.” She looks to the two girls and nods. “If ever they need the rending jaws of the ocean’s greatest predator, they need only ask.”

We see a quick montage afterward, Kit getting yelled at by her father, but with Lola Erlinda interrupting before too long and encouraging her. (Kit is notably ecstatic at her grandmother’s approval) Her friends coming over with soda and snacks on what is assumedly the following day, Kit’s nose is all patched up but still an ugly purple shade. Noah makes some sort of exasperated comment and the crew laughs at him. Evelyn looks troubled though, and is texting someone at the end of it. Anna offering Kit a compact and mirror to apparently try and cover up the bruise.

But finally we cut to the night again. And notably Megalodon on a rooftop, she’s stretching and prepping. Lola Erlinda is sitting on a deck chair beside her wrapped in a blanket. And in a flash of light and color Cheshire and Bellflower are there.

“You ready pipsqueak?” Cheshire cracks her knuckles.

“Born ready.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got.” Kit draws her Tabak Toyok and Chloe draws her tonfa, and they begin to spar.

The end.

#miraculous rewrite #miraculous ladybug #Miraculous world rewrite #rewrite #Miraculous San Fransisco

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domainofnao · 2 years ago

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Sakusa helping you feel comfortable with your skin again

(Another hospital fic)

Intro: -This night, you were recently transferred from the ICU to a private room. To which you’re enthusiastic about since you missed Sakusa. -He was called beforehand by the nurse after asking you which of your family members you would like to stay with you. You also asked the nurse to tell him the things you need. -You’re still on one day bedrest but you can’t stand the disgusting feeling of your body. Especially your smell. The nurses do wash you from time to time but it wasn’t to your personal preference and standards.(And your conscience can’t let you ask the nurse to do your morning and night routine. Plus, you don’t want them touching you toooo thoroughly anymore). -Of course, even without asking, Sakusa will serve you. You might not be as clean as him, but it doesn’t mean you like to have a sticky feeling and reek. You don’t feel comfortable with your skin right now and he knows it. -Sakusa locked the door and closed the blinds beforehand as both of you compromised and tried to do your nightly routine.

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“Let me help.”

“It’s okay, Omi. I can get up.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” You winced when you felt your upper back and arms hurt from pushing yourself up from the bed; letting your feet dangle. Though, it’s nothing that you can’t bear.

Kiyoomi went inside the bathroom to get soap and two basins; both filled with water. He grabbed the washcloth brought by the nurse and proceeded to drop it in one of the basins. He placed the basins on the table near your bed before taking his hair clip from his pocket to pin his hair to the back. A habit he developed after you gifted it to him. He does it whenever he has to focus on cleaning.

You smiled at the sight. “Why are you so cute?”

He looked at you and raised his brow. “Should I stop wearing your gift?” He teased.

“Why do you react so negatively when someone calls you cute?” You laughed as you leaned onto his torso: letting him untangle the braids of your hospital gown.

“What do you mean? I don’t react to you negatively.” The gown automatically bundled on your hips as he detangled the last string.

“Yeah. But what about accepting it rather than teasing me?” You lift your face to him, allowing him to put on your facial headband before pulling you softly by your neck towards the basin. He squeezed out a few drops of your facial wash as you wet your face with one hand.

“Hmmm.” He hummed while gently rubbing your skin in circles. “No. You’re the cute one in this relationship.” Your eyebrows furrowed at the statement. “Don’t open your eyes.”

“Don’t you want to be cute together?” You said when he finally finished washing and drying your face. “I personally prefer the ‘cold guy and cute partner’ trope.” Now applying your skin care routine. His fingers carefully brush your skin, doing it in upward motion. He started on your cheek, pinching your nose going to the forehead and started filling out the spots he missed.

“More like ‘always grumpy but is actually a softie x playful and cute partner’ trope.”

“So you admit you’re cute?”

“That’s not the point, Omi.” You chuckled as he replaced the water. He grabbed the wash cloth and rubbed the soap on it prior to massaging it on your neck, proceeding to go down to your armpits, arms, and wrists.

“What’s the point then?” He rinsed the cloth and repeated the process on your back. “Ugh. Nevermind.” Now is his turn to laugh. One of his past times is teasing you. He likes getting a reaction out of you. He relishes this feeling since you’re the only one who really gets his jokes and teasing remarks. Others mostly don’t know if he’s joking or not due to his indifferent attitude which sometimes leads to an awkward atmosphere.

“Don’t get any ideas.” You said playfully when he started to wash your chest.

He scoffed. “I’m not that horny, Y/N.” He lightly pinched your waist in gigil.

(A/N: Gigil is a Filipino term where the person can barely contain their emotions that they have to pinch, bite, or grab something or someone. Usually out of extreme feelings of cuteness, happiness, anger, or irritation. In this case, it’s from cuteness. I tried to translate this word in English but it doesn’t have a word that gives the same feeling this word does. I hope this is ok as I might use this word in my fics from time to time.)

“Ow?!” He chuckled while he soothes the spot with the palm of his hands. You gave him a faux unamused look to which he just grins at.

“Can you stand for a sec?” He held out his hands. You stood up anxiously, your legs wobbling as your body tried to adjust after being bedridden for a week. Kiyoomi gently snaked his hand to your back to hold you in place and discarded the rest of the clothing. He carefully then brought you down. “You okay?” He asked, tilting your head with his thumb on your jaw, the fingers embracing your nape. The other stroking your cheeks. You nodded.

He grabbed a new hospital gown and slid your arms in before ribboning the first half. He also grabbed your favourite jacket of his and draped it on you so you won’t be cold.

“Now, lay on your front so I can wipe your butt and legs, you big baby.”

“Oh no~” You shot him a teasing look.

He looked at you with his infamous poker face. “Look, I just want to cuddle you after we both get cleaned up but you’re obviously not doing your part seriously.”

“Well, someone missed me.”

He rolled his eyes as he tapped your hips. “C’mon now.”

“Yes, sir.” You salute.

#sakusa comfort #sakusa fluff #sakusa x y/n #sakusa kyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #hq comfort #hq x reader #sakusa drabble

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mahalkitajohnnysuh · 5 years ago

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Sugar and Fluff (Volume 1)

Before I stir the pot, I want you guys to enjoy some good old fluff with Johnny and Essie first. Consider this as the calm before the storm. Yes, I am spoiling my next post because seriously, I never thought I could write something like that.

I present three short scenarios with the couple, which I hope make you feel all warm and giddy inside. If you know Filipino, then I hope I make you feel kilig.

Here’s a sweet-looking Johnny wearing a pair of fluffy slippers that most of us have coveted by now to start you up!

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

Since I don’t want to be redundant...

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POV: 2nd person for the first and second, 3rd for the last.

Word count: 2,000 + words in total

Warning: Aside from being fluffy over all, there are hints of suggestive behavior in some of them. Well, they are a couple anyway, so that’s normal. If you’re expecting they’ll just make goo-goo eyes at each other, then I won’t give you just that.

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I. Inspired by this photo, but this is a close second

“Hey baby, go to sleep.”

That was the first thing he said when you accepted his FaceTime call, and you groaned in response.

He wore a black muscle shirt, and you could see the beginning of a new mustache.

“I still have a lot of things to do, dude. I have to finish a presentation and prepare stuff,” you grumbled, absentmindedly rubbing your eyes.

To be honest, you were ready to go to bed – you have already changed into your pajamas and have put on your skincare. However, you really have a lot of things to do like finish a report for tomorrow’s meeting, and prepare your things such as the clothes you were going to wear and your bag.

“That can wait until tomorrow, you know? Please go to sleep, Lord knows I’m not the only who reminds you to do so,” He seemed agitated and tried to cover his face with his arm.

You could see how defined his muscles were, and you wished he was beside you so you could squeeze them. You were about to compliment him, but then remembered that he was reprimanding you.

“I know, Nini reminds me of that every freaking day. But I really need to finish all these things,” You suddenly sat up, and your curly hair tumbled over your shoulder.

“Babe, please. Go. To. Sleep.” He emphasized his point by tapping his pointer finger on the screen, doing so per each word.

“Make me?” You said, giving him a small smile. You wondered how he was going to make you fall asleep through a video call. Usually, he made you fall asleep in a snap whenever he slept beside you. He would finger-comb your hair or gently tap your outer thigh until he saw that you were asleep.

You heard him sigh before he sat up as well. “I’m sure this made you fall asleep before, but I hope this works even through video call,” he said, clutching the blanket closer to his body.

“What is?” You tilted your head to the side, trying to fight the sleepiness slowly creeping into your system.

“ASMR, baby,” he whispered rather loudly. You closed your eyes and tried to recall if that ever made you asleep.

“Maybe that’s not a great idea if you want me to sleep now, I might just get…” you covered your face with the next words you were going to say, “turned on.”

He saw how flustered you were and laughed. “Sorry baby, I was just trying to be helpful. What do you suggest I do then?”

You stroked your chin thoughtfully, mind racing with a million thoughts.

“Is your piano near you?” You asked, not hiding the excitement in your voice and facial expression.

It has been a while since you heard him play, and boy, do you want to see him hit those ivory and ebony keys in his muscle shirt.

“My keyboard is here though, is that okay?” He panned his phone to the instrument beside his bed before he focused it on his face again. “What would you like me to play?”

“A lullaby, silly!” You giggled, pulling the covers closer to you.

You heard him sigh and he got up from the bed. He set his phone where you could see him play first before he set up the organ. The smile on your face grew bigger when he finally sat down in front of the instrument, wiggling his fingers first before he played ‘Clair de Lune’.

At first, you were focused on his back and arms. He looked like one of those fine sculptures you see in museums, and you sighed dreamily at the thought of that.

Johnny paused when he heard this and looked at the camera. “Is there anything wrong, babe?” You shook your head and signaled for him to continue.

Bit by bit, you felt fatigue creep into your body. You weren’t able to appreciate more of his skill, considering you once played the piano as well.

Once your eyes closed, you fell into a deep sleep.

What you weren’t able to see was that once he stopped playing, Johnny looked at your sleeping figure on the screen and kissed it.

“Night night, my baby princess,” he whispered before ending the call.

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II. Inspired by this prompt taken from this fluff generator:

Johnny doesn't like talking on the phone but Essie always calls them instead of texting. Essie admits that it's because they want to hear Johnny's voice.

You bit your lip in annoyance as you waited for your boyfriend to pick up his phone.

You were on your way home, and you wanted to ask him what he would like from your favorite bakery.

It was a busy day at work – you barely had time to take a bathroom break, more so breathe. Once the day was over, you let out the longest sigh ever. Finally, it was the weekend. It was time to catch up with your loved ones, even if you lived with them (or near them).

Johnny has finally moved into your apartment when Nini decided to live together with Jongin earlier this year. His apartment is up for rent now since Mark moved into a nearby dorm with Donghyuck and Yuta. No hard feelings between the bros though, all of you remained good friends after you and Johnny started dating.

After the ninth ring, the phone beeped, and the call was out. You stared at your phone for a moment before dialing again. When you were about to hit the ‘Call’ button, you received a text from him.

Baby, I’m driving. Can you just text? I don’t like taking phone calls unless it’s urgent.

Your eyes narrowed into slits, offended at how he views this call as a ‘non-urgent matter’.

You decided to still call him anyway, ignoring his message. Please pick up, your mind was chanting this over and over until you heard his voice on the other line.

“Yes, baby? Did you not get my message?” He sounded exasperated, but you could care less.

“Hey, what’s up with you and taking phone calls? Can’t I talk to my boyfriend over the phone if I want to?” Your voice was more high-pitched than usual, and you were starting to get some stares from the people around you.

“It’s not that, baby. I’m driving. I had to pull over so I can take this call. So, what is up?” He remained calm in his response, and you could imagine him massaging his temples right now.

You took a deep breath first before answering. “I wanted to ask if you wanted something from our favorite bakery. I’m on my way home, and I wanted to get us some snacks.”

You didn’t hear anything from him after a few seconds until he cleared his throat. “That’s sweet and all, but let me ask you: where are you exactly?” He emphasized the last word, which meant that he wanted his answer ASAP.

“I’m just a few steps away from the bakery, then I’m going to book an Uber after,” you said matter-of-factly. As much as you wanted him to pick you up from work every day, you understood that he has a busier schedule than you and could only afford to do so when he has the time.

“Don’t book an Uber. I’ll pick you up there, okay? That’s the least I can make up to you for being busy this week,” he said, his tone softer this time.

“I’m buying us our favorite pastries to make it up to you too,” you started, “and thanks for picking me up. I appreciate it.” By now bystanders were minding their business, ignoring a curly-haired girl in a chartreuse coat.

“Thank you too, baby, I can’t wait to see you in a bit,” he said almost breathlessly onto the receiver, making you blush. “Me too, love. You know I really like calling you so I could hear your voice,” you admitted.

He didn’t reply for a moment, and you thought he hung up. You checked your phone and saw that he was still on the line. “Hello?” You croaked, nervous that you got him annoyed.

“You really like my voice?” He said, his voice deeper than earlier. “Yes, I do,” you replied a bit too soft.

“Come again? Did I hear my baby say that she likes my voice?” He sounded a bit cocky, and you rolled your eyes at how he was reacting to your statement now.

“Yes, I like Mr. Johnny Suh’s voice,” you said with conviction and clarity.

Of course, you do, that was one of the many things that made you fall for him.

What he did next shocked you as you heard a kissing sound. It was as if he kissed you on the cheek. “You’re too cute, Essie. And maybe I’ll change my view regarding phone calls, if only for you. See you in a bit, okay?” Before you could even respond, he hung up.

You looked at your phone in disbelief at first before a smile blossomed on your face.

Now he’s not going to ignore my phone calls anymore, you thought as you headed to your favorite bakery.

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III. Inspired by a cute clip of Park Seo Joon (that I saw a fan posted on Twitter) that reminded them of Johnny. I forgot the drama it was in though, so maybe you can help me with that after reading this?

“Baby, where are you going?”

Johnny’s husky voice surprised Essie, who was surveying her outfit in front of their full-length mirror. “I’m going out for a brunch meeting,” she replied, smoothening the creases on her jeans.

“With whom?” She heard the bed creak, and she saw from the mirror that he sat up from his position. “It’s for a freelance project I’m taking,” she said while looking at his disheveled form in the mirror.

“Come here for a moment, please,” he cooed, changing his tone to a playful one. She hesitated at first, but when she saw him roll over to the farthest side of the bed clumsily and stretched his arms anticipating for a hug, she giggled and almost jumped on the bed.

“I want to have some time with my baby first,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her. She returned his gesture and looked at his face. His eyes were still closed (or are they partially open?) but his mouth kept on talking. “What time will you be coming back?”

“I don’t know, maybe late in the afternoon? Why are you asking?” She snuggled into his embrace, which he responded to by pecking her on the lips.

“Maybe I want to ask you out for some afternoon beans or dinner, depends on what time your meeting finishes,” he readjusted his hold on her, and one of his hands cupped her butt.

“Youngho!” Essie scolded, prying Johnny’s hand away from her buttock. “Well, I can’t say yet. But I’ll let you know once I’m done. Don’t you have any schedule for today?”

“Nuh-uh. Today’s a free day, and I want to celebrate it with my baby,” he pecked her again on the lips, this time making Essie giggle as most of her red lipstick was now on his face.

“John, are you aware there’s red lipstick all over your face right now?” She said in between bouts of laughter, as she attempted to remove the red smudges on his face.

“I don’t care, and for all I know, you want to do this to me,” he said seductively, earning him a slap on his bottom. “Youngho! Don’t be like this,” his girlfriend whined, slapping his other butt cheek.

“What time does that meeting of yours start?” He asked, pecking her for the third time on the lips. “It starts in over an hour. I plan to take the train though,” she replied, once again removing her lipstick stains on his face with her thumb.

“No, I’ll drive you there.” Johnny got up from the bed and examined his tousled appearance in the mirror. He laughed when he saw the lipstick smudges on his face. “Do you mind if I take a shower first?” She gave him a thumbs-up (which he saw on the mirror), and he grabbed his towel on top of his computer chair.

“By the way, baby, your lipstick tastes great. What is that, though?” He commented once he was inside the bathroom. She glanced at him licking his lips in front of the mirror there and winked when he caught her.

“Jooooohn! Just take a bath, please!”

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October 5th and 6th, 2018 (Friday and Saturday)

Cebu, New Friends, Excursions

When I went to bed in the hostel, I just laid down and was still in my day clothes. As mentioned before, some idiot from our 8 bed dorm turned off the AC. Maybe it was too cold but I woke up burning up inside early in the morning.

After the AC was turned back on, I kind of layed in bed for a little bit. I looked up the nearest gym available. For some reason it’s so refreshing to me to go to a gym in a different place. I found they had anytime fitness around the corner and I was pretty much jumping for joy inside because I’m a member back home.

I wasn't really interested in having breakfast first so I left with just my phone and headphones. Anytime fitness was literally around the corner in the top floor of a four story plaza.

I walked in and went to the front desk. I said to the woman working, “hi, I’m an anytime fitness member in the states and don’t have my key fob, can you look me up?” She looked pretty resistant off the hop. She immediately said “sorry, we can’t look you up here. But you can pay 500 pesos for a day or 3000 pesos for the month.” I was taken aback. I told her I am already a member and paid that in the states monthly already. I said, “I’ve gone to anytime fitness in other countries and they could look me up. This is the first time I’ve ever had issue because anytime fitness happens anywhere anytime when you’re a member.” She half ass looked me up when the flag on the search box was still showing the Philippines. It said “not found.” She then asked if I had ID. I showed her my license and passport on my phone. She said it wasn’t enough. I told her to get the manager.

The manager came out and had a disappointed look on his face as he introduced himself. I told him the story and he said “Sorry, but if you don’t have a key fob you can’t come in.” I told him I wasn’t expecting to be near an anytime fitness in the Philippines. He then went back to saying that even foreigners always have their key fob when they come and asked me why I didn’t have mine.

The argument had my blood boiling. I then showed them my bank statement that I just had money withdrawn from my bank account October 1st from the company. They said it still wasn’t proof. Then I said what if I had my dad take a picture of it. The manager said he would need to see a live video. I was thinking you gotta be kidding me.

I called my dad on Facebook messenger and it was already 11pm for him. He got up and looked in my room and found my one set of car keys. I had to inform him he had to go on the hunt for my other set that had a purple key fob on it. I felt bad, I made him look in my car, in my bombed messy room, and it took him a while before he stumbled upon them on my dresser.

I showed them the live video of my dad holding up my keys in the camera. Then they said “well what’s the number on the fob.” I asked my dad and he said needed to find a magnifying glass because the numbers were so small. He hunted all around the garage and found it with some digging. I gave them the number and the 1 hour or so ordeal was done. It was principal I went through that because I’m a paying member. They finally let me workout after all that and I killed a great workout. People probably think, “you’re in the Phillipines why are you stressing over the gym.” I’ve kind of lost my gym mojo since being here. It was like I found my home when I saw their was an air conditioned, non polluted, clean gym to go to. And I had a membership!

After the gym I went back to the hostel where they had some cheap food options. After I ordered I saw Anna. Anna was one of the girls from last night that was sitting in a different group. I asked her what her and her friend Carys were doing for excursions. Anna said she would ask Carys and come back in a few minutes while I was eating.

Anna is from Scotland and Carys is from the U.K. and they just arrived to the Philippines. They are also nomads in their 20’s. Anna’s travel stories are incredible, she has has spent five years working in and out of many countries. It makes me feel like my moments of traveling in a country for a month is the equivalence of me going from NY to Canada for a week. She can actually say she had lived in places like New Zealand and Vietnam.

They came back to the table and Carys was extremely hung over after last nights shinanigans. They both arrived earlier in the day and started drinking many hours before I arrived. Anna and I encouraged Carys to maybe put something in her stomach. She ordered an oatmeal and a smoothie but was unable to touch it. She excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she came out she was all smiles and was much perkier. She was able to take in some of her lunch.

We sat at the outdoor picnic tables for what felt like hours of just talking. Once we decided on a tour I told the front desk. I excused myself from the girls so I could walk around the area we were in and maybe find a nail salon.

After walking for a while, I couldn’t find A nail salon anywhere. I did stumble upon a massage spot. For only 250 pasos, I experienced the most painful foot massage of my life.

I got a message from Carys while I was walking back that they were going to go to a cafe bookstore called “books and brews.” I replied yes and was almost back at the hostel. When I got back they were already ready and we headed out.

We made it to the bookstore through a random restaurant alley. It felt like a New York City speakeasy. I ordered the soup and sandwich with a latte. The other girls also ordered a hot latte. It was funny because we all shared that we were normally all or nothing when it came to having drinks. I typically don’t drink alcohol much at all. It doesn’t interest me to have “one or two beers.” I’d rather have coffee or water. Depending on the crowd, my surroundings, the atmosphere, and most importantly, how conversations are going- all depend if I dip into the “I’ll have a blue moon.”

I urged the ladies I had to go back because I had to use the bathroom and the toilets there didn’t have rims. It would be okay if I just had to pee, but I couldn’t squat for like 5 minutes straight for other duties. Filipinos must have quads of steal.

Also, I was supposed to meet Kevin out later. He said there was a table that Blui reserved. We left the restaurant and I started getting ready. Kevin messaged me he was on his way to pick me up. It was the first time I was in a car in the Philippines that wasn’t a taxi!

Kevin picked me up, he was dressed really well. Made me bummed out that I had a pour selection of clothes. I had to be up and ready BY 4am for the excursion the girls and I were taking. Kevin had a 7AM flight to catch to Manila. We figured it would be a short night.

We arrived to the bar Blui and his friends were supposed to be. I guess they were on Filipino time. After a few drinks, I thought I saw a recognizable face. “Is that the mayor from ABCD beach in Guiuan?” He came out of his vehicle with a woman. Kevin had no idea he would be here and we waved him over. It’s crazy that he also came from an entirely different island and to run into the same face. He also flew out of Tacloban to Cebu.

After an appetizer was ordered, Blui and his guests finally arrive after 11pm. We were all pouring sweat in our outside table while the inside was air conditioning. Everyone was content being outside, I kept having to go inside to use the bathroom but really just to catch the cool air.

Time flew, 4 mojios later it was already 230am. Kevin dropped me off at the hostel where my head literally hit the pillow and in an hours time my alarm went off at 330 to get up for the excursion.

4am whale shark tour

I actually didn’t feel as terrible as I thought. Carys and Anna got in the back of our private transport car and I sat front seat. I wanted to sleep the three and a half hours to the whale shark tour. I have a really hard time sleeping in cars naturally but our driver made it so much worse. He constantly started conversation, and as the front seat passanger I wanted to be polite and talk to him a little.

Constantly, the driver would ask..”So Mam, in your country…” over and over again. With different questions from wages to asking me if I could get him a job as a driver. He then asked me if I knew any mechanics to help get him a job. I said flat out, “I really don’t know, literally go there and apply yourself everywhere.” I had to tell him “okay I’m gonna sleep now. My eyes are closing..” he would say “okay mam you sleep now.”

As I tried to sleep I felt like the guy was intentially speeding up to slam on his breaks. By far the worst driver ever. We were all jolted around the car unnecessarily. It was very frustrating. I would doze off and it’s like he was speed, brake, and swerve at the same time causing my head to bounce off the side door. I would look up in a slight panic and it would be a straight road in front of us. I would give him an annoyed WTF look but didn’t have the balls to say anything. If he became a driver in the states he would lose his license first week. Or run a family over.

We arrive to the whale shark tour at about 8am. It was already packed and we had to wait about 45 minutes until our numbers were called. After we waited we all jumped aboard these boats that would take us maybe 30 yards from the shore line. They had 8 whale sharks they were feeding and allowed us to get out and swim with them but not touching them. It was scary and surreal At the same time. There was a time the biggest one was coming straight at me with its mouth opening and closing like some kind of jaws. I saw him through my snorkel and panicked sloth holding on to one of the balancing bamboo beams. The boat men laughed as I screamed. Turns out, I survived. It was cool because Carys had a go pro and caught some great photos.

After the whale sharks we were able to grab lunch. The girls and I sat down and ordered some food. I noticed the driver was sitting afar not eating. When the food came out I went over and invited him to join us. I scraped half of my food onto his plate which was abou 6 shrimp and a ton of seasoned noodles. He began speaking Waray to the server and she brought out pork and rice for him as well alone with an orange soda. I was a bit confused but I guess he could have managed to order his own and I lost half of my meal for nothing. He shared some rice with me.

It came time to pay for the meal. We all dug for our last dollars and worked on configuring how to pay for the drivers additional add on meals. Afterwards he got up and said “ready?” And had no intention of paying. His meal was the most expensive one to pay for so we were all taken back that he added on to the bill. There was also no thank you in return. It was just a bit awkward.

Kawasan Falls

We then headed to the waterfalls which was another 2 hour drive. The spazzing drive was turning our stomachs. As we were just arriving, Anna said “good because I think I was going to be sick.”

We arrived and it was an obvious path the the falls. We were bombarded by locals demanding money and entrance fee in which we forwarded them to our driver. Our excursion was supposed to include our entrence fee and the driver kept asking us to pay. Our driver disappeared for about 15 minutes and then arrived again with another man. The other man was eager to take our photos and was acting as a “tour guide.” The girls and I caught on that he might expect payment at the end. They all voted me to tell him that we didn’t need a tour guide. I went up to the guy and was pretty blunt. “Hey sir. We don’t need a guide we want to be alone- thanks.” He proceeded forward without responding. We didn’t see him for a bit.

We arrived to the huge heavy flowing light blue waterfalls. It was heavily commercialized with a lot of rules and a lot of areas where you had to pay money if you wanted to do anything. You had to rent a life jacket if you wanted to swim close and had to pay 300 pesos if you wanted a table. We did our own thing and refused both. The other guy returned who started to ask if we wanted our photos taken. We blatenly ignored him and took our own photos of eachother. We kept playing around with the “throw your hair back” photos. water was freezing but amazing.

Once we left we had our tour guide take us to the hostel in Oslob where whale sharks were. We tipped the driver 300 pesos for driving us back. The hostel we arrived to was very basic but beautiful. It was called Salangers hostel. It had at least 16 dorm bunk beds in the one room with us being the only people at the moment.

The first thing that caught our eye was this adorable puppy that was half Dalmatian and half lab. It was the first dog I’ve seen that was actually a pet. What is more heartbreaking is that his name was Buddy. I had a delmation and labordoodle and the labordoodle’s name was Buddy.

The hostel owner gave us a ride to downtown Oslob which was tiny and we as dinner at a pizza shop. We don’t even eat much just craved mango juice and a salad then tricycled back.

When we returned, the Canadian from the hostel 7 in Cebu city was there. He was like “hey Courtney!” I said “Sam!” It’s crazy how I kept running into the same people all around. Sam was from Vancouver Canada and was traveling alone while he is out of work. Where he has already gone is where I’m going. We were kind of on the same path but opposite. He was easy going and comfortable to be around.

Sam sat outside and picked up this cute kitten that was meowing around him. I was so surprised he did that but also happily impressed. The animals are so unpredictable here, were finally in a spot where a puppy and kitten are easy to handle and play with like your common domestic animal in the states.

Just as we were about to head to bed a guy from the Congo came in who was also traveling alone. He spoke French but lived in China. Him and Sam planned the whale sharks the next day.

I chose a bottom bunk and put my ear plugs in and eye covering on. The beds were worse than prison beds and it felt like we were upside down.

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