#The two braincells tap at the keyboard

[gothicfied]

Bf!Arda Güler Headcanons

Pairing: Arda Güler x turkish!reader

Warnings: None, this is just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language), Translations of the turkish text can be found as footnotes at the bottom!

A/N: MY SHAYLAAAAA omg happy birthday to my golden boy. I love him so much it's not even funny anymore😞😞 turkish reader because I am turkish and I always hate feeling like a foreigner when reading fics about him soooooo

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Arda... who you met through your brother, who also played in Fenerbahçe's U19. Both were friends, so it was a given that he'd pop up randomly in your living room from time to time, playing Fifa with their friendgroup. You always said he was your 'favourite one' out of your brothers friends — Arda was sweet, polite, soft spoken... it was hard not to have a crush on him.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Arda... who had this massive crush on you, but was always too shy to make a move. He also thought it would be disrespectful to your brother to just date his little sister like that, but on one Valentines Day, his little 15-year-old-self still thought it was a good idea to gift you a rose. And, to no one's suprise, your brother was absolutely livid when he found out. After a while, he came to terms with it — He'd rather have Arda date you than any of his other friends, that's for sure.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Arda... who always plays at least ten times better when he knows you're in the stadium, watching him. He swears that you are some kind of good-luck-charm and everytime you try denying it, he brings up the fact that his team never lost when you were there. So, you had no other choice but to show up at every single game. Not like that was a bad thing, you were his number 1 fan after all.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Arda... who never had the opportunity to travel outside of Türkiye for vacation and whatnot and who was always overwhelmed when traveling for an away game when he got moved up to Fenerbahçe's A team.

You were staring at your laptop, your fingers absentmindedly tapping away at the keyboard as you tried to scrape together your last braincells to get started on this essay for school. Gosh, what you wouldn't give for a little peace and quiet now. Just as you were thinking that, your phone started to ring — A sound you definitely didn't want to hear right now. Although it annoyed you at first, you still reluctantly took your phone to see who was calling you to which the irritated expression was immediately lifted off of your face. "Aşkım? Nasılsın?¹" you asked Arda, smiling as you put him on speaker. "Fransa mükemmel bir yer, ya-²" You were able to hear him chuckle on the other side of the line. He was just at an away game in the Europa League and was excited days before he even arrived in France.

"I wouldn't know."

"You will soon, don't worry, love." Arda promised you that, when you two got married, he'd propose to you in Paris.. let's see if that actually happens.

જ⁀➴ You were the first person, right after his parents, who Boyfriend!Arda told about his transfer to Real Madrid. You'd expect him to cry tears of joy, but no, it was you. At the end of the day, he had to comfort you, because you couldn't seem to calm down. You were just so happy for him and so proud of him and he deserved everything good thay came his way.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Arda... who alway has to cuddle you to be able to fall asleep. He whines to you about how he "can't fall asleep without you" and how he "needs to know you're safely sleeping in his arms" and, and, and.. It got especially 'worse' when you moved in with him in Madrid after you graduated, now that he had the opportunity to do it every night.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Arda... who you can absolutely never, ever say no to.

"Hayır.³" You love your boyfriend very much, there was no doubt in that. But, you just couldn't bring yourself to watch that one movie you told him you disliked but he still picked out anyway. "Ama niye, hayatım?⁴" Arda complained back, looking at you with his signature puppy eyes. "I already told you I don't like this one." With a groan, you let your head fall back against his chest, hoping he'd just accept it and keep scrolling through the literal endless variety netflix had to offer. But, when he didn't you knew what he was up to: "Ugh, fine! But only this one time."

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Arda... who loves trying out all restaurants and cafés in Madrid with you. It was nice to get to experience new things like this with your boyfriend, especially when it was in a completely different country. While living in Spain was all fun and games, learning the language was certainly not.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Arda... who liked getting his picture taken with you and the Champions League Trophy more than actually winning it. In all the pictures, you were able to see the love and admiration he has for you and that he, undoubtedly, thought you were the real trophy.

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¹ "My love, how are you?" | ² "France is such an amazing place-" | �� "No." | ⁴ "But why (not), my love?"

[noodles-07]

I just got a Christmas ad on a youtube video

And I am filled with rage

Those two things are not connected

[noodles-07]

Thomas said aro/ace Logan you heard it here first

What happens when @thejoanglebook, @tallykat3, and I have any free time on our hands. This is so frickin silly, but the audio was funny, we were having fun, and I had the boys, so here lol (Audio: Bo Burnham; Makeup: @tallykat3)

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hello villain izuku father anon here! Thank u for loving my idea. I mean you can still write the one shot without izuku, i actually just wanted the villains reaction to that. I'm sorry if i didn't describe that right! Still thank u for answering and loving my idea!♡ Again have a nice day/night!

(Its been sooooo long oh gosh! Was it the reader being AFO’s child and the others reacting to it? I think that was it. I’m gonna go about that, and sorry for the long wait!!!!)

~Y/N is AFO’s Child~ ~How the LOV reacts~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Shigaraki: He already knew. You two have met on more than one occasion but it wasn’t too much often. You’re not really distant with your dad, but you have a life to live so you never visited too much (especially since he was deep in villainy). The few times that you did visit him, you spent a little time with Tomura before he hit the age of 15 and became an angsty teenager locked in his room playing hours upon hours of Minecraft. You still see him as a little brother and he somewhat considers you a sibling as well.

-Kurogiri: Just like Tomura, he already knew as well. I mean, he spent a great deal of life employed under AFO and of course he meets you many times as well. You two spend a good amount of time together when you visit since you enjoy his company. He’s quiet but good at conversation and even better with listening. Sometimes you might feel bad for always venting to him when you’d visit your grandpa, but he was a good friend so it couldn’t be helped. And man does he know how to keep a secret too!

-Toga: “What??? That old man?!” She’s really surprised since you don’t really act much like him and you don’t really resemble him either. You reassure her that he’s your dad (whether by blood, or adoption depending on the reader). So then Toga grills you on the big boss because she’s curious to see what life was like with him. She won’t bring it up in front of him the next time she sees him either.

-Dabi: “You’re related to the big guy? Couldn’t tell at first since he looks like a wrinkly testicle and all.” Dabi teases as he sits at the bar, and you smack him playfully. “Hey, he can be pretty awful sometimes, but he’s still my dad. Watch it, bacon bits.” You threaten him with a smirk and he scoffs. Dabi doesn’t really care to be honest with you. To him, being related to AFO is a lot less worse that being related to his father as he would put it. 

-Spinner: He just kinda chokes on his food a little bit before looking at you with a wide mouth. You laugh at him and shake your head. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?” You shrug it off and keep playing video games. “Why didn’t anyone ask me?” Spinner just kinda sits there dumfounded while you tap away at the keyboard and swivel the mouse around as you game. It’s gonna take him some time to believe it.

-Magne: She wants you to tell her everything (much like Toga did) because she’s curious about things now. She’s a little annoyed since you never said anything but you figure it wasn’t a big deal. You do manage to find a little comfort and telling her about some of the kinder moments you shared with AFO. The moments when he’s not a wanted villain but a father instead. The moments when you two would try to watch a movie together, or when he plays chess with you while drinking tea. Sometimes he wires you money when needed, but you don’t like asking for his help so you don’t say it often. 

-Twice: He’s a little confused but he also doesn’t see how this affects your friendship at all so it’s okay. I mean it’s a cool random fact for him to have learned but beside that, it really has nothing much to do with him. The only issue would be if he were to ever end up dating you. THEN it might seem to come up as an issue, but for now things are relatively normal between you two.

-Muscular: “Okay? And?” On the outside he plays it off like it doesn’t matter but on the inside, he’s having a hard time trying to grasp whether or not you’re fucking with him. He’s got like one braincell and that bitch is on vacation right now. He doesn’t want to ask anyone for help so he’ll deadass steal your phone when you aren’t looking and scroll through it until he realizes you’re telling the truth. By then it’s too late because you catch him with your phone and that’s death penalty in your books. Let’s hope you didn’t inherit AFO’s quirk for muscular’s sake...

-Moonfish: “???” He is confused but rolls with it. You may notice him keeping a bit of a distance from now on since he relates you to basically being a bit of royalty. He knows to make sure not to rub you the wrong way or else his head could be on the chopping block. Lucky for him, you really wouldn’t ever call your father for help like that because you could handle it yourself...and also because you’d never hear the end of his lecturing you

-Mustard: Tries to get on your good side even if you aren’t affiliated much with the LOV. He does it in the hopes of rising within the league/vanguard action squad ranks. You simply roll your eyes at this and continue on with everyday life. You don’t have the time to explain to him that befriending you wouldn’t benefit a single thing since you don’t get mixed up with your dad’s little villainy group. Still, you watch him exhaust himself trying because it’s funny lol

-Compress: He has to admit it surprised him a little bit since he had never even heard of it...and he knew a LOT about All for one! Then he figures out that you weren’t talked about or even mentioned as a way to protect your safety. IT all makes a lot more sense that way of course. Aside from all of this, he never wavers with the amount of respect he offers you. It doesn’t change and you’re thankful he treats you the same as usual instead of changing himself around you after the news. Sometimes you wonder if he really should’ve been a villain in the first place. 

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[jacobsnicket]

well, this wasn’t in the parenting books

finally finished some more phoebe fic! featuring phoebe’s caretaker freaking out and dipper having zero braincells 

Read on AO3 (4605)

Mellie Becker’s face hits the keyboard. She groans and looks up at the projected screen of her magi-orb. There, typed in the search bar, is “is it normal for a 9 year old to have an imaginary friend or have i just fucked up as a parent” followed by a long string of g’s and t’s.

The nine-year-old in question is Mellie’s ward/niece/adopted daughter, Phoebe, and the imaginary friend is someone apparently named Dipper. All she knows about Dipper is that he had a funny hat and liked to talk about, in Phoebe’s words, “really old stuff”. Not exactly helpful.

“Not exactly helpful” was a phrase that could also be applied to her internet searching. All she had found so far were a few articles about kids whose “imaginary friends” had been revealed as gnomes, or pixies, or in one memorable case, a demon. Highly unlikely, but…

Maybe she should add some extra wards around the apartment, just in case.

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(4607)

Mellie’s cleaning. Well, to be fair, she set the little cleaning robot down around an hour ago, and now she’s looking around for spots it might have missed. Last time, there was a pile of trash so large that the robot registered it as a person and moved around it. Can’t be too careful with these things.

She opens the door to Phoebe’s room. Sitting on the bed is a large black… thing.

The thing on the bed moves, and fuck, it’s a person – but not quite. People didn’t have pitch-black wings or sharpened claws or black and gold eyes.

It takes her a second to recognize him. Then she screams.

Mellie digs out her magi-orb, finger halfway to the emergency SOS button…

She blinks. There is nothing on the bed but a few dirty clothes. There never was.

-

(4609)

|private chat- phoebe & Mel|

phoebe: hey mel is it ok if i bring a friend over today

Mel: Who is it?

phoebe: you haven’t met him yet

phoebe: his name’s tyrone

Mel: Yeah, you can bring him over.

Mel: Introduce him to me, will you?

-

Mellie scoops up Phoebe in a hug and spins her around a bit. In a few years, she’s going to be too heavy to do that sort of thing, so she’s doing it now. Sue her.

Phoebe yelps a bit in surprise. “Put me down, Mel, put me down!” She laughs and complies.

Phoebe glances down for a second, and Mel brings her attention to the nervous boy next to her, holding her hand tightly.

“Hi, Ms. Becker.”

“Hey, kid. You’re Tyrone, right?”

Phoebe, cheery as ever, steps in to assist. “Yeah, this is Dip– uh, Tyrone! We met in… uh…”

“We met in Science class. We got put together for a group project.” Tyrone shoots Phoebe a look. “Don’t tell me you already forgot.”

“Why would I forget? It was only two weeks ago!”

They engage in some chill small talk for a few minutes. Mellie learns that both of them are currently learning about Hertzsprung-Russell diagrams, that Tyrone has a sister who likes stars and sparkly things, and that he made a documentary series one summer that he would never let see the light of day. Phoebe regales her with a story about the one time they went to the park together and the water from the water fountain went straight up Tyrone’s nose.

“Hey, uh, Tyrone, you wanna come play in my room?”

He smiles. “It’s okay, Bee, I’ll come. Can I talk to Ms. Becker for a bit?”

Phoebe hugs him and runs off to her room, leaving Mel alone with him.

Tyrone taps his foot nervously on the carpet. “Um, ma’am, I just really wanted to thank you…”

“What for?”

“Just, thank you for taking care of Phoebe, okay? She loves you so much. I couldn’t imagine a better person to be her mom.”

Mellie swallows down the automatic I’m not her mom, confused. “Uh, you’re welcome? Kid, I don’t know what this is all about, but…”

Tyrone must have run out to join her daughter because when she looks up, he isn’t there.

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(4610)

When Mellie wakes up in the morning, she stumbles over to the bathroom, bleary-eyed. She feels like shit, and from what she can see of her reflection in the mirror, her hair is an absolute mess.

Come to think of it, there’s something wrong with her reflection. Or maybe it’s the mirror? The mirror doesn’t seem to be performing its mirrorly tasks very well, and Mellie has to blink a few more times before she notices it.

There, carved on her bathroom mirror, is HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT CO-PARENTING?, signed with– oh gods, it’s signed with a winged star. The symbol of Alcor.

Oh gods, oh fuck, she’s going to die.

-

When Phoebe enters the room, Mellie is frantically typing on her magi-orb.

“Hey, Mel!” Her chipper mood subsides when she sees the worry in Mellie’s face. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just calling 911.” She’s nearly about to hit the Call button, but Phoebe speaks again.

“Why?”

“Because there’s an Alcorian symbol carved into my bathroom mirror! Along with asking how I felt about co-parenting, but I have no idea what that’s about…”

Mellie doesn’t know how she expects Phoebe to respond. Maybe terrified panicking, or anger, or flat indifference hiding terrified panicking. She certainly doesn’t expect her to nearly collapse with laughter.

“What?”

Phoebe holds up a finger as she recovers from her laughing fit. “It’s just really funny– you know, in a terrifying way, obviously, but still. Funny.”

Mellie isn’t convinced. Her daughter seems weirdly indifferent to the whole thing, and… oh, gods, if Phoebe’s involved with Alcor she’s in so much danger. She has to keep her kid safe.

She takes a deep breath and tries to calm her urge to run around the room and scream. “Phoebe, are you hiding anything from me?”

Phoebe laughs nervously. “What? Hiding? Of course not! Totally not any secrets here, no sirree…” She glances to her left as if wondering whether she could escape this conversation by jumping out the window.

“Phoebe… ”

“Um, Mel, are you, uh, sure this is necessary?”

“Necessary? Necessary?” Okay, maybe she’s overreacting a little, but Phoebe doesn’t seem to be grasping that anything Alcor is bad news. It should be basic common sense, especially with a demon that regularly decimates cults and kills people.

Phoebe’s reply is measured and deliberate, as if she’s talking to a small child or trying to get someone’s attention. “Look, Mel, I’m just saying that maybe Alcor isn’t here to eat us just because his symbol’s carved on the bathroom mirror.”

“Kid, I should really–”

“And anyway, it’ll probably be gone by now. Whoever did it will have gotten rid of it. If there’s nothing there, then there’s no reason to call the cops.”

“Phoebe, why would it be gone–”

“Check, then. If nothing’s there, it’s probably some stupid prank pulled by some random delinquent. If it’s still there, you should probably dial 911.”

-

All the way to the bathroom, Mellie’s wondering what she’s done. She figured she might as well humor Phoebe, but the more she walks, the more she feels like she’s made a terrible mistake. What if she’s wrong, and Alcor’s going to disembowel them and turn their intestines into silly straws or whatever he does with people he doesn’t like, or maybe Phoebe accidentally sold him her soul and now he’s coming to collect, really, this was a mistake, she’s just wasting her time, why would it be –

It’s gone.

The bathroom mirror is as clean and smooth as the day she bought the apartment. She runs her fingers along the cold glass, and there’s not a single scratch, not a single cut or bump, nothing to indicate that the gashes she saw were ever there.

It’s suspicious. The Dreambender’s whole thing is reality manipulation, he could have just vanished the evidence when he saw she was onto him– but, fuck, how is she supposed to explain this to the police? Her case is a waste of time, clearly a lie. There’s nothing there.

She looks at it again, just to make sure her mind isn’t playing tricks on her. Nothing there.

She really needs to add some extra wards around the apartment. If they’re dealing with the Dreambender, Mellie’s going to do everything she can to keep her kid safe.

-

(“Dip, what were you thinking? Writing it on the bathroom mirror? You nearly got the cops called– what would happen if they found my suit or something?”

“Well, at least I didn’t do it in blood this time! And that’s why I said you should let me put it in the mindscape!”

“I don’t want it to become sentient! Then I’d probably have to fight against my own costume and that would be weird. Seriously, thanks for coming when I called, though.”

“No trouble. It was really to save my ass more than anything.”

“Hm, it was. Funny how that works out, huh?”)

[moonjelliesjam]

Luka Couffaine 1

Title: Marinette's Investigation

Pairing: Luka x Fem!Singer!Reader

Fandom: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Warnings: Angst (like my soul) , Fluff

Summary: Marinette is convinced that Y/n is intrested in Adrien. She comes up with a plan to expose Y/n for her true intentions but messes up.

A/n: Wrote this little drabble at 2:44 AM So my braincells will die. Or are dying Also will not have any Akumatizations here.

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I walked towards the enterance of the school and heard people whispering. I blinked in confusion. What is going on?

I turned to Alya my best friend and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped insuprise but, calmed herself after seiing myself.

"Hey Alya? Whats going on? Why is everyone so excited?" I asked her confused at the excited students buzzing through the halls. "Oh! You havent heard?!" She Gasped dramatically. I shook my head no as a reply. "Nope! But Can you tell me what's going on? Please?" I groaned already wanting an answer. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently. She sighed and put her phone away. She withdrew her hands and smiled at me. I mtioned for her to go on. "Well So Mari you know Y/n the singer right?" She asked her eyes filled with hope. I smiled and nodded. I hummed while nodding giving her a short response.

"Yeah? What about her?" I stated nonchalantly. Alya's smile stayed on her face.

"Well your not going to believe this but! Shes coming here! Because she wants to meet Kitty Section and study here!!" She belted out practically bouncing off the walls. I blinked in suprise at her statement. "R-Really! Thats amazing! Wait how did you know this?" I chirped but then had a teasing grin. Alya smiled and pulled out her phone. "She Just tweeted this a few months ago and has been keeping everyone up! And today she's coming here!!" She gushed. I smiled.

"Oh Alya I cant wait then!" I chirped suddenly the students inside flocked towards the entrance of the school. I had lost Alya and Was left alone. I sighed and went towards the stairs to get a better view.

I sighed in relief and looked from above. "Phew! Thats much BETTER?!" I almost screamed. There she really was but she is way too close to Adrien!

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I nervously shifted in the car. I hope I can find Luka here to play with his band Kitty Section for my Concert that ends here in Paris. I took a few deep breaths before being snapped out of my own thoughts.

"Hey Earth to Y/n? Are you okay?" A voice spoke. I looked to the voice and it was Adrien. He is a member of Kitty Section and so is my boyfriend Luka. I jumped and looked at him nervously. I sighed and shook my head. "Hey its gonna be okay! I promise I'll be with you throughout the entire day!" He said reassuring me about today. I took a deep breath and smiled.

"Yeah.. Sorry about freaking out.. its just I haven't been to a real school in a very long time.." I mumbled looking at my hands again. "Hey its gonna be okay! I havent been here awhile either but your gonna love it here! I promise!" He declared. I burst out laughing and smiled at him.

"O-okay! P-promise?" I stuttered holing my hand out my pinky finger sticking out. "Hahaha.. Don't worry! I Promise!" He laughed at my silly action and intertwined our pinkies. I smiled at him returning my suggested gesture. The car had suddenly stopped and I walked out behind him sticking as close to him as possible.

"Here take this and don't let go okay?" Adriend said Sticking his hand out and nodded. I hesitated but grabbed his hand as we got through the crowd and inside my first classroom for the day. He let go and smiled. "See? Not so bad right?" He teased playfully trying to poke my cheek. I swatted his hands away with a silly noise. He laughed and I giggled. This isnt so bad.

Well boy was I wrong!

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It was Lunch time at my new school. I stuck close to adrien because he is my clisest friend now. Besides He's basically my best friend now. I smiled as he took my hand and we walked together towards the Lunch room. I took my Tray and walked with him to the tables keeping to ourselves now that everyone has calmed down.

Suddenly chairs were pulled out and People sat in them. The girl with Navy Blue pigtails squinted her eyes at me. I blinked in nervousness.

"O-oh! Hello? I dont think I have met you!" I smiled warmly at her. Her gaze still strong and my nervousness grew.

"Oh Y/n this is Marinette my good friend!" Adrien chimed into the akaward tension hoping to break it. I smiled at the bluenette.

"Well Its very nice to meet you Marinette!" I smiled at her her gaze softened hearing Adrien's voice but kept her hard gaze once I had opened my mouth. I stopped smiling and frowned but smiled softly.

"I think I'll go Home early.. I'll see you soon at practice" I smiled at Adrien still feeling Marinette's cold gaze on me as I get up and leave. I sigh. "She hates me and I havent done anything wrong.." I mumbled walking home but then smiled at my memories to reunite with Luka.

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The Model looked at Marinette with a smile. "Marinette! Isn't she amazing" Adrien smiled then hearing a cough and there was Luka. He blushed in Embarrassment.

"O-oh! Luka! Sorry Your girl is really something!" He smiled sheepishly. He smiled and nodded taking a seat next to the model.

"Y/n is Your Girl Luka?" Marinette curiously interjects. Luka simply nodded. The green eyes male nodded.

"Mhmm! She is a really good friend Luka I wish I had a relationship Like Yours!" Adrien groaned jokingly. The bluenette from across her eye twitched in annoyance hearing the mentioning of the new girl slip everytime from her crush's mouth.

"Well She is the one for me and after all I would do anything for her.." Luka Softly spoke with a small smile his mund going towards the sweet memories with his said partner.

The Bluenette had a Plan in her head to finally expose the new girl for lying about who she was and her relationship with her two friends to bring peace to her self.

Her Plans were now in Motion.

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I walked towards Luka's boathouse with a smile. Finally getting to see Luka after awhile of being away is the Female's dream come true. The said female stepped onyo the boat only to be met with an angry Kitty Section Along with an Upset Luka and Shocked Adrien. The girl Blinked in confusion.

"Did I come at a bad time?" The Female Questioned and The band turned to her with anger. There was the bluenette from earlier. Y/n Shrunk and felt small compared to the people.

"How could you do that to Luka?" "Is he not good enough?!" "I thought you were cool" "Think about your actions carefully" The members of Kitty section Lectured the girl. Y/n looked over at Luka and looked at him with confused eyes.

"Luka what's going on? Why are they mad?" She squeaked in fear. Luka sighed in anger and stood up and glared at her.

"Marinette's been telling me that you have been flirting with Adrien.. I think its better for us not to be together Y/n.." He stated coldly and walked to his guitar.

The girl was left stunned and her tears fell from her eyes. "Thats not True... You can even ask Adrien.. He was the only one that had shown me around because you are always busy.. I thought we were really meant to be..I-I.. I guess this is goodbye.. Im sorry!" She cried out and ran off the Boat. The members looked at the singer that had dashed off the boathouse in a flash then turned towards the trio.

Milan now with the three girl that were present looked at eachother and grabbed Marinette dragging her downstairs while the Guys tried to calm the now growing tension between Luka and Adrien.

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"Marinette! What did you do?" Alya Interrogated the bluenette. Marinette laughed nervously.

"I thought that would help Luka out.. Y/n was flirting with him.. I think.." She Softly spoke. The four girls Groaned. Juleka stepped forward.

"Marinette.. Luka has never been happier with her since you rejected him Why would you do that?" She crossed her arms with anger. Marinette shrank in her seat feeling the cold gazes.

"Oh shoot.n My jealousy got in the way.. I gotta fix this now.." She Sighed covering her face in embarrassment. The girls before her nodded.

Suddenly a crash was heard upstairs causing the girls to run upstairs.

"WHY THE HELL WOULD UOU FLIRT WITH HER YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE HER YOU JERK!" Luka Yelled at the keyboard player. Adrien glared at him shaking his head.

"THATS NOT WHAT HAPPENED! LUKA! MARINETTE LIED! NOW GO FIX WHAT YOU HAVE WITH HER BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!" Adrien Yelled.

Luka Finally calmed down and saw the girls and Marinette looking away in embarrassment. The male sighed and stopped his rage and ran off in search for his girl.

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"I-I-I thought he Loved me.." I sobbed. I hugged my knees to my chest looking at the city of Paris in the Eiffel Tower.

'Ive never felt so fucking used in my life' I thought sobbing into my arms.

"He does love you.. He just believed a girl over his own true love.." a Familiar voice spoke. I turned and saw the male himself.

I turned away from him coldy. "What are you doing here? I thought you were at practice Luka.. and that you were done with us.." I whispered looking at the night sky. His footsteps grew closer and his arms wrapped themselves around me.

"I'm an Idiot you know... I shouldn't have said that.." Luka Sighed in frustration. I listened to the male ramble on. I blinked away my tears.

"Yes and you believed her over me Luka.. Do I even Matter to you anymore?" I mumbled my tears glistening in the paris lights that showcased the Eiffel Tower.

Luka took my hands in his almost hesitating. My head now facing him as I look at him in suprise.

"Oh Y/n.. you silly girl.. Of course you do matter to me.. Your My Muse.. My Girl.. My everything Y/n.. I wouldnt know if I didn't have you with me.. I'll be a mess...What Im trying to say is Je'taime Y/n" He breathed out.

"So... Will you give me another chance?"

Sidenote: Will someone please give me a Request I'm running out of Ideas and Since I'm currently still writing Thr Ron Weasley x Reader I just got Major Writer's Block So Requests are open!!!

[erinelizabethh]

It’s All Fun and Games... | Sakamoto Ryuji x Reader

This is mostly crack, shout out to the best boy

Shout out to Ren Amamiya for his totally not suspicious activities in the classroom

Summary: ... until someone gets caught.

Your time in homeroom was spent angling your gaze over the shoulder of the transfer student you were unfortunate enough to be seated behind, aligning with thin irises of a cat whose tail was so evidently swinging from inside his desk. Stifling a giggle, you pondered of the audacity this transfer student had when he pulled his hand from his pockets and tapped at the keyboard on his phone. This was every day you witnessed the boy act in character, the rumors surrounding him becoming more viable the more his finger pushed at the bridge of his glasses before completely disregarding the lesson. Laughable the thought was, any student in Shujin would shrug off his actions, blaming the glint reflecting off of the square frames sitting on his face to his apparent delinquency. Yet no one thought it questionable that he spent his time in homeroom pulling out the spiral of his notebook to practice picking makeshift locks.

God forbid you made the attempt to text your boyfriend in class. What the fuck.

Said boyfriend ran his fingers through his dyed blonde locks upon learning of this information, murmuring under his breath words that should not be traced back to him: “Damn it, Ren!” You nodded in response, cursing the boy who was thought to be the perfect student to cheat off of, the implications of his behavior just brushing past your ears. The precise result of your glances over your classmate’s shoulder would undoubtedly lead to his after-school activities, but who could guess? Who could truly jump to the conclusion that Ren Amamiya, transfer student thought to be working with the devil–an actual rumor, fortunately you were not that stupid–went undercover as a Phantom Thief of Hearts? For all anyone knew, he picked this adorable cat off the streets, and his attempts at lockpicking were because his keys were fuck knows where.

Before the mere existence of the cat fell past your lips, drops of sweat were trailing past Ryuji’s temple, his palms fishing in his pockets–would this bag of chips that he semi-forgot was in there but perhaps were still edible shut you up? His foot tapped in a steady rhythm, his gaze unable to meet yours as you spoke, and if you didn’t know Ryuji so well after months of dating him, you would have thought this boy was agitated due to remaining in one spot for too long. A terrible liar he was, that fact you learned the hard way, you crossed your arms over the other and raised an eyebrow at him. As if attempting to catch him in a lie, your eyes were squinting as if the outcome to how you perceive him would be any different.

The two of you shared… one braincell.

Regardless, the following day is an uneventful one. You step foot into homeroom, Ren’s cheek resting atop his palm as his gaze falls to the fluff of clouds overhead. In less than ten minutes the boy’s eyes are shuffled towards his thighs, yours to the incoming messages of your whereabouts following class on your phone screen. The cat’s tail still wags with the lesson, its tongue lapping at its baby pink paws. Half the class is either faceplanted against their desks drooling or wishing they were. You’re the latter, and you still get a book thrown at your head. The signal to move on to the next class means that you might as well just move on with your life because, no matter what, you will never be as inconspicuous as the transfer student in front of you building fucking lockpicks under everyone’s noses.

Bet he’s like, RIP to you but I’m different, you text, the heel of your palm attempting to soothe the spot on your forehead.

Before your boyfriend can respond, perhaps a ‘lol’ that will serve to do nothing but commend your meme use, Ren pushes himself off the balcony overlooking Shibuya, hands in his pockets as that damned cat peeks his head out of Ren’s backpack to call the rest of the Phantom Thieves ahead. Ryuji spares one last glance at your contact photo, his thumb then pressing on the power button. With a, “Wait up!” the boy follows after his leader, Joker, towards his next mission as Skull.

Sorry for keeping it a secret. This one’s for you.

[plttwrld]

— tohru’s dependents

characters. arom kunthong, matsuoka tohru, suh jules, shin yeji

genre. slice of life, crack

warnings. cursing, not proofread

about. tohru is, most certainly, not being paid enough for putting up with her members

“that’s it. i’ve had enough,” with a solemn gesture, and her will to live nowhere to be seen, arrow primly places her pencil between the pages of her notebook and pushes it with the tip of her fingers, as if she was dealing with some sort of highly contagious and inminent plague. “it was a fun ride with you guys but i’m quitting school.”

"you won’t be doing such thing, arrow,” tohru, who doesn’t even bother into taking her eyes off her own textbook, slowly slides arrow’s notebook right back to her. “now stop your tomfoolery and get over with the dang essay, jesus.”

“i’m going to die.”

and she procceds to plop over the small table and break down in what seems to be a sorrowful keyboard smash. almost automatically, tohru rolls her eyes.

"give her a break, unnie,” after having to remain silent for longer than she’s used to, yeji decides she can allow herself to disregard her own homework for a second and stick her nose into arrow and tohru’s bussiness, an absolute shit-eating grin drawn all over her pretty face. “she has way too much on her plate for her only braincell to handle.”

“i mean,” of course, jules has to butt in as well. “arrow unnie can barely read or write in thailand, i don’t know what makes you think she can do a 3 pages essay in korean.” 

yeji can’t stifle a cackle, and when jules mindlessly raises a hand, she inmediatly highfives back. fucking brats.

“oh my god why you guys only get along when it comes to shit on me?” arrow, presumably over with her mental breakdown, now gasps dramatically with a hand above her chest. “it is that people’s suffering is the only way to bring you two closer?”

“okay, close is an overstatement,” jules points out, criptidly. “we’re just having fun at your expense.”

however, and for whatever reason, yeji’s gaze softens when her eyes meet jules’ and then places a hand over her shoulders, perhaps too fondly, before regarding to arrow. “she’s shy.”

“fuck off.”

it’s so in character of them, tohru can almost bask onto the homeliness of the situation. arrow whining and purposely being the comedic relief character she’s asigned herself to be in order to shy reality away and consequently the essay she procrastinated throughout the whole week, yeji and jules picking on her negative count of braincells at best and aiming for each other’s throats at worst, and tohru parenting on the three of them, as the designated mom friend and braincell-holder she was. it’s too easy, tohru muses, to fall back into routine... but duty calls, and homework wasn’t getting anywhere near to be finished, as far as she was concerned.

“ok, you two, enough with the bullying,” tohru chides, vehemently tapping her own pen to the table. “go back to your... what on earth are you doing?”

the youngests raise their brows (in a conspicuos, perfect sync), yet they don’t falter to exchange their exercise sheets with each other.

“uh, copying answers?” jules makes it sounds like she just asked the most idiotic thing ever.

“i did the first three pages and jules did the other three remaining.” yeji explains on their behalf. “it’s a strategic move. teamwork makes dreamwork... don’t give me that look, unnie. my pride is bruised enough for having to rely on jules, don’t do this to me.”

but tohru knows better, and just opts to let her disgust be known with a morose, prolongued sigh before burying her head back into her own books. she doesn’t fails to notice arrow growing impatient in her seat, though.

“toohru...”

“no.”

“i didn’t even say anything!”

“you need to do the essay, arrow, and that’s non-negotiable,” tohru condemns.

“but korean is too hard!" please, tohru knows how fucked up korean is. hangul wasn’t giving her the kindest time, either. “and i’m too dumb! maybe if i just... don’t...”

“you’ve pulled that stunt so many times already, arrow,” tohru doesn’t caves in. just for whose sake she’s being so unreleting, to begin with? “and you can’t afford you grades getting any lower than this.”

“damn, you really be calling me and my low ass gpa like that, huh...” unavoidably, arrow pouts. “i don’t even know what’s the big deal. i’m going to be your personal freeloader once we graduate, anyways.”

tohru blinks, and there’s a crack on her deadpan that lasts half of a second, “i... i fail to remember when we agreed to that.”

“weren’t you goint to marry me and give me belly rubs for the rest of our lifes?”

“that is, most likely, not happening—”

“wait, so now we’re living off tohru unnie like roaches?” yeji suddenly seems interested in the conversation. “i like the plan.”

“why are you guys suddenly into the ‘plan’?” tohru is not even sure where the whole thing is heading. and to be honest? she was past to care.

“look, i’m just saying that if you’re paying for arrow’s taxes then you’re paying for all our taxes,” yeji states, so matter of factly it makes tohru rolls her eyes for what feels like the millionth time. “we’re together in this shit for life, unnie.”

“oh my god,” jules snorts. “you guys are just not coaxing tohru unnie into being your sugar mommy, are you?”

tohru’s face finally breaks into utter indignation, while yeji and arrow seem to be bubbling with excitement.

“s-spare bank account?”

god, they’re the actual worst. “next person putting ‘sugar mommy’ and my name in the same sentence is getting hydrofluoric acid in their dinner.”

any hint of a conversation dies from that point on. at the end of the day, tohru found herself forced to assist arrow with the damn essay.

[noodles-07]

Hmm wanna shave my head

[noodles-07]

Guys I’m on the weird side of YouTube again

[noodles-07]

Some demon: possesses my body for some evil purpose

Me: Dude

The demon: You see [proceeds to explain their plan]

Me: You do not understand. I am fueled by the fury of a thousand gays and I have a masters degree in being a little shit

The demon: Wha-

Me: TEN THOUSAND BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, TEN THOUSAND BOTTLES OF BEER. TAKE ONE DOWN, PASS IT AROUND-

[noodles-07]

It’s ~questioning my identity~ hours tonight 😎

[noodles-07]

@thechaoscult

Watch this please

[noodles-07]

I really vibe with that “Your OCs are like geodes. You must break them” post right about now.

[noodles-07]

oh, there’s the executive dysfunction. can’t say i missed ya buddy

[noodles-07]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TurdP9f3iOU

*homosexuality intensifies*